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askerian. my brain my explode later today and i might end up breaking down in a fit of tears and smirnoff vodka, but i'll post this now while i'm still in somewhat of a salvagable mood.
Oh yeah... neko!Duo and ookami!Heero await behind the link.
(For some reason I want to yell: "Iceberg! Straight ahead!" but it's not really appropriate at this time)
[this part happens directly after the bear!sex scene, but before the spanking (which i am still avoiding writing)]
If there was one thing the Feline hated more than water, it was being covered in blood and innards. So after the two had skinned Trant of his useable fur (bear fur was a commodity -- it was very warm, plus the Lupine had to replace the furs the Feline had shredded somehow), Heero and Duo had traveled the short distance from the forest to Heero's section of the river.
Like any other member of the Canine Species, after Heero had determined that the area was secure, he had thrown himself into the river with a mighty splash. When he surfaced, it was to Duo's spitting and curses. The water had come over the bank and drenched the Feline. Disgusted, Duo had proceeded to sit on the riverbank, carefully washing himself of the dried blood without going any further into the water than necessary. Heero had laughed at his slave's fear, but knew better than to try to force the Cat in further -- he wasn't willing to risk his neck if Duo went into a frenzied panic.
Actually, the blue-eyed Wolf had been amazed by how much gore had covered the both of them. He hadn't noticed how messy he was when he was ripping out Trant's jugular. He paddled over to the riverbank, ignoring the violet glare Duo threw at him, and raised his hands. Duo had tensed in fear -- obviously expecting to be drenched again -- but Heero had simply run his hands across Duo's dripping braid, unraveling the matted chestnut strands and wetting them carefully. And when Heero had started to gently wash Duo's long hair, the Feline had simply melted... his dislike for water overwhelmed by his contented purr. Then Duo had returned the favor, running his hands through Heero's short, dark hair, cleaning and grooming with abandon.
A quick lick on the nose had ended their shared bath.
That led to the present. Heero was seated on Duo's low stool, combing through the Cat's hair. He'd orginally crafted the wooden seat so that the Feline had a place to sit at the table and Heero had secretly hoped that Duo would choose to sharpen his claws on his own belongings. Alas, that didn't occur and Duo continued to shred everything BUT the stool when he was in a temper.
As for Duo, he was seated on the floor between Heero's knees, switching between staring idly at the fire and licking honey off of his fingers while Heero struggled with his hair. The Lupine didn't know how Duo had snitched the sweet without his noticing it, but Duo had declared that since they had gone to so much trouble to kill Trant over the bee tree, they were entitled to a treat. Heero hadn't argued with that logic -- still in a happy high from a good fight -- and just licked the honey from Duo's fingers when the Feline thought to share.
That particular thought made Heero pause in his brushing, until one of Duo's elbows jabbed him in the knee. Heero started brushing again, but kept up the train of thought. Something felt wrong... off somehow. At first Heero thought it was just because the lingering adrenaline was finally working its way out of his system, but that wasn't it. This unsettled feeling was quite unlike the emotions Heero felt when he fought against his former Packmates.
Shouldn't he feel happier? He'd killed a Bear! Not very many Lupines could claim killing a Grizzly on their own... not without being total liars. At that moment, Duo purred loudly as Heero's knuckles brushed his furry ears and Heero amended his thought. Alright, so Heero had killed Trant with Duo's help, but still...
Duo.
A sort of sour taste seemed to fill Heero's mouth.
The Lupine had to admit that things might have been dire for him had Duo not appeared so suddenly. He could still remember his vision being somewhat fuzzy as Trant had raised his paw for that killing stroke; Heero couldn't even conjecture about whether he would've been able to dodge the Bear's sharp claws or not. If Duo hadn't thrown himself onto Trant's back, Heero could have ended up seriously injured.
Or dead.
That thought rankled and Heero started brushing Duo's hair with rougher motions.
It was because of Duo that Heero was still in good health. But why should he be beholden to the Feline for anything? Duo was *his* slave; it was his duty to protect his Master and be at his mercy and whim. Sure, the Feline was a quick fighter, but in the end it had been *Heero* who had made the killing blow, risking being crushed between the Bear's massive forearms to snap at his throat. So why was he sitting here, playing servant to the flighty Feline and brushing out his hair? Shouldn't it be *he* sitting in comfort before the fire and eating sweets while Duo serviced *him*?
And that image only served to remind Heero of what had occured after the fight. Of the way he had been forced to his back -- no, he had allowed it to happen! -- by the Feline. That was particularly bitter to the blue-eyed male. He was an Alpha! From an illustrious Line in his old Pack! Yet he had allowed his slave -- his SLAVE -- to push him onto his back and have his way with him. He had purposely shown his belly and bared his throat to a FELINE who had proceeded to rub Heero's face in his weakness.
No! Heero COULDN'T be weak! It was impossible! He'd been turned out, yet he'd managed to fight and kill enough to make his own Territory. How many Loners could ever claim that feat? In fact, how many Loners were still left ALIVE after being turned out?
Heero had done so well on his own, but now Duo had shown up and completely turned his life upside down. He was no longer the strong, independent Lupine he was before... now he pampered his slave, giving him sweets and possessions and not disciplining and training the Feline to act in the way proper for a slave.
He was worthless.
He was disgusting.
It was all the Feline's fault.
Duo hissed and scratched Heero glancingly on the leg with his claws. "Stupid dog! Stop that! You're pulling too hard! Don't you know how to brush hair?!"
Something snapped.
askerian. my brain my explode later today and i might end up breaking down in a fit of tears and smirnoff vodka, but i'll post this now while i'm still in somewhat of a salvagable mood.Oh yeah... neko!Duo and ookami!Heero await behind the link.
(For some reason I want to yell: "Iceberg! Straight ahead!" but it's not really appropriate at this time)
[this part happens directly after the bear!sex scene, but before the spanking (which i am still avoiding writing)]
If there was one thing the Feline hated more than water, it was being covered in blood and innards. So after the two had skinned Trant of his useable fur (bear fur was a commodity -- it was very warm, plus the Lupine had to replace the furs the Feline had shredded somehow), Heero and Duo had traveled the short distance from the forest to Heero's section of the river.
Like any other member of the Canine Species, after Heero had determined that the area was secure, he had thrown himself into the river with a mighty splash. When he surfaced, it was to Duo's spitting and curses. The water had come over the bank and drenched the Feline. Disgusted, Duo had proceeded to sit on the riverbank, carefully washing himself of the dried blood without going any further into the water than necessary. Heero had laughed at his slave's fear, but knew better than to try to force the Cat in further -- he wasn't willing to risk his neck if Duo went into a frenzied panic.
Actually, the blue-eyed Wolf had been amazed by how much gore had covered the both of them. He hadn't noticed how messy he was when he was ripping out Trant's jugular. He paddled over to the riverbank, ignoring the violet glare Duo threw at him, and raised his hands. Duo had tensed in fear -- obviously expecting to be drenched again -- but Heero had simply run his hands across Duo's dripping braid, unraveling the matted chestnut strands and wetting them carefully. And when Heero had started to gently wash Duo's long hair, the Feline had simply melted... his dislike for water overwhelmed by his contented purr. Then Duo had returned the favor, running his hands through Heero's short, dark hair, cleaning and grooming with abandon.
A quick lick on the nose had ended their shared bath.
That led to the present. Heero was seated on Duo's low stool, combing through the Cat's hair. He'd orginally crafted the wooden seat so that the Feline had a place to sit at the table and Heero had secretly hoped that Duo would choose to sharpen his claws on his own belongings. Alas, that didn't occur and Duo continued to shred everything BUT the stool when he was in a temper.
As for Duo, he was seated on the floor between Heero's knees, switching between staring idly at the fire and licking honey off of his fingers while Heero struggled with his hair. The Lupine didn't know how Duo had snitched the sweet without his noticing it, but Duo had declared that since they had gone to so much trouble to kill Trant over the bee tree, they were entitled to a treat. Heero hadn't argued with that logic -- still in a happy high from a good fight -- and just licked the honey from Duo's fingers when the Feline thought to share.
That particular thought made Heero pause in his brushing, until one of Duo's elbows jabbed him in the knee. Heero started brushing again, but kept up the train of thought. Something felt wrong... off somehow. At first Heero thought it was just because the lingering adrenaline was finally working its way out of his system, but that wasn't it. This unsettled feeling was quite unlike the emotions Heero felt when he fought against his former Packmates.
Shouldn't he feel happier? He'd killed a Bear! Not very many Lupines could claim killing a Grizzly on their own... not without being total liars. At that moment, Duo purred loudly as Heero's knuckles brushed his furry ears and Heero amended his thought. Alright, so Heero had killed Trant with Duo's help, but still...
Duo.
A sort of sour taste seemed to fill Heero's mouth.
The Lupine had to admit that things might have been dire for him had Duo not appeared so suddenly. He could still remember his vision being somewhat fuzzy as Trant had raised his paw for that killing stroke; Heero couldn't even conjecture about whether he would've been able to dodge the Bear's sharp claws or not. If Duo hadn't thrown himself onto Trant's back, Heero could have ended up seriously injured.
Or dead.
That thought rankled and Heero started brushing Duo's hair with rougher motions.
It was because of Duo that Heero was still in good health. But why should he be beholden to the Feline for anything? Duo was *his* slave; it was his duty to protect his Master and be at his mercy and whim. Sure, the Feline was a quick fighter, but in the end it had been *Heero* who had made the killing blow, risking being crushed between the Bear's massive forearms to snap at his throat. So why was he sitting here, playing servant to the flighty Feline and brushing out his hair? Shouldn't it be *he* sitting in comfort before the fire and eating sweets while Duo serviced *him*?
And that image only served to remind Heero of what had occured after the fight. Of the way he had been forced to his back -- no, he had allowed it to happen! -- by the Feline. That was particularly bitter to the blue-eyed male. He was an Alpha! From an illustrious Line in his old Pack! Yet he had allowed his slave -- his SLAVE -- to push him onto his back and have his way with him. He had purposely shown his belly and bared his throat to a FELINE who had proceeded to rub Heero's face in his weakness.
No! Heero COULDN'T be weak! It was impossible! He'd been turned out, yet he'd managed to fight and kill enough to make his own Territory. How many Loners could ever claim that feat? In fact, how many Loners were still left ALIVE after being turned out?
Heero had done so well on his own, but now Duo had shown up and completely turned his life upside down. He was no longer the strong, independent Lupine he was before... now he pampered his slave, giving him sweets and possessions and not disciplining and training the Feline to act in the way proper for a slave.
He was worthless.
He was disgusting.
It was all the Feline's fault.
Duo hissed and scratched Heero glancingly on the leg with his claws. "Stupid dog! Stop that! You're pulling too hard! Don't you know how to brush hair?!"
Something snapped.
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Date: 2003-01-27 11:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-01-28 09:44 am (UTC)neko!Duo: O__O Eep!
ookami!Heero: Fiesty uke ass... yum!
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Date: 2003-01-27 12:56 pm (UTC)I wish I was there to hug you and make you feel better.
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Date: 2003-01-28 09:47 am (UTC)Also, I had to cut off the part there because:
1) I was running out of time and had to go study
2) The spanking scene is next, and I'm avoiding it
Hopefully I can get more written, but I do everything ass-backwards...
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Date: 2003-01-28 04:42 am (UTC)cliffhangers are mean, especially if no one knows what part will be next... don't tell me you're going to leave the next part out, because that would be seriously mean and... yeah... mean! with a capital "M"...
awwww... *sniffles*
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Date: 2003-01-28 09:49 am (UTC)The next part is the spanking scene. Very very NCS-y with a naughty naughty Heero. Then after THAT is the huge fight between Heero and Duo. Still... I'm glad I have everyone hanging...
*evil laugh*
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Date: 2003-01-28 11:52 am (UTC)because the making up is always so yummy...
^_~
is that a real evil laugh? O_O *fears for dear life*