the furries. placed here for memories

[mikkeneko]

Gundam Wing, furry, tentacle sex. *hits head on screen* If you came here looking for absolute proof that I have no shame, read on. Otherwise, flee for your life.



"Owww..." Duo grumbled as he picked himself up, fur ruffled with annoyance. "I meant to do that..."

He glanced around at the hole he'd fallen into, eyes quickly adjusting to the lower light level. He was in a large underground cave, carved out by water -- his nose wrinkled in disgust as he saw that the floor on one end dropped off into large dark pool. The temperature was a bit on the cool side, but surprisingly comfortable. He dusted off the grime that smudged his skin, and looked over to find the hole he'd fallen down. It was quite steep, but not impossibly so. With a sigh, he stood up and began to walk towards it.

"Don't move," said someone behind him, and Duo whirled around to face the source of the voice. He wasn't alone!

His eyes grew wide as he saw the other half of the cave -- it wasn't just a cave, it was a den! But no den he'd ever been in looked like this, neither Feline's nor Canines nor any other burrow-making creature. The walls were draped with blankets, made not of leather but of finer cloth than he'd ever seen before. Instead of a nest of sleeping furs, there was an enormous square box covered in more of those strange, shimmery-looking cloths. They were covered with brightly colored, impossibly intricate designs that made his head swim, and a blanket supported by four posts hung several feet above the bed, as though to keep out rain. At least some of the other furnishings were familiar, desks and tables, but even they were alien-looking, strangely elongated and delicate. And instead of the low, bowl-shaped lamps that he was familiar with, there were long white sticks lit at the end, that seemed to burn without smoke.

Even stranger than the den, however, was its occupant. Duo's first confused impression was that he was looking at a bird, because the stranger was covered in more bright colors than he'd ever seen on a person before. He -- for there was something definitely masculine about him, despite the delicacy of his form and features -- was covered from the neck down in more of those fine, elaborately decorated cloths, so long that they brushed the floor even when he stood, concealing his entire body. His hair was black as a raven's, and his features had an odd, slanted cast. The look was quite alien to anything Duo had ever seen before, and oddly compelling.

Or at least, he would have been if his face wasn't set in a foreboding scowl; and of more interest than his fine-boned, bronze-skinned hands was the very large, deadly-sharp knife that they were holding.

"What are you doing here?" the stranger demanded, in an oddly accented voice. Holding the weapon with the ease of familiarity and skill, he began to advance slowly on where Duo crouched, wide-eyed. Part of Duo's mind that was not in full "oh shit" mode noticed the odd way the man was walking... his pace was so smooth, it was more like he was gliding, his feet not touching the ground at all. "How did you get in here? Who are you?"

"Hole!" Duo squeaked, and nearly groaned at his own words. Not the most propitious of beginnings. "Uh... that is... hole, in the ground, fell!" He stammered out excuses in bits and pieces, most of his attention still riveted by the extremely sharp edge of the oversized knife. All his fur was puffed out, his tail nearly twice its normal size. "I mean, I was just walking, um, chasing something actually, and suddenly there was a hole in the ground and I fell and --"

"Shut up," the man interrupted coldly. He stopped his advance, lowering his weapon slightly, black eyes studying Duo intensely. Just before Duo began to squirm from his scrutiny, he asked, "Was anyone else with you?"

"Thought you wanted me to shut up," Duo shot back, the smart-ass remark coming out before he thought about it, and squeaked slightly in panicked as the weapon -- he couldn't think of it as a knife, it was too long and strange for that -- came to readiness again. "No! I mean, no! I was alone!"



With his katana drawn and poised on the intruder, Wufei began to relax as he heard the hasty, nervous answers. The first rush of surprise and panic was fading, and he began to scrutinize his unexpected visitor more closely. It was a Feline, he could tell that at a glance, which explained his insolence. But still, even among Felines, it did take some spirit to stand up to three feet of tempered steel when one had none. He lowered the tip of his sword slightly, reassured; the Feline was too slight and delicate to do him any harm with his claws, and did not appear to carry a weapon. And if he was alone, then there would be no curious packmates to disturb Wufei's self-imposed solitude.

"Alone, are you?" he asked, dropping his sword out of the guard position. There was no reason to think the intruder was lying; Felines were not particularly social, and this one was far enough past kittenhood that he would no longer be living with his family. He glanced at the metal armbands that signified clan and status; they were far too worn down for a tribesmember. So, this little Feline was an outcast, without family or companions. A new spark of interest began to settle in Wufei's brain, as he studied his prisoner in a new light. "Completely alone?"

Perhaps the Feline picked up on the change in tone, because he began to look uneasy. "Well, um, not completely... I mean, there's Heero, but, um, he doesn't know where..." He trailed off.

So, no-one would come looking for him. "And what are you to Heero, hmm?" As an afterthought, Wufei sheathed his katana and turned back, his gaze raking over the Feline from head to tail, quite liking what he saw. He stopped when he saw the band of metal encircling the base of his tail, half-hidden by the fluffed-up fur that bespoke his fright. A smile crept up on him; that band was the mark of a pleasure slave.

The Feline must have seen where his gaze fell, because he bristled indignantly. "He's my... I mean, he's my..." He seemed unable, or unwilling, to spit out the word, and Wufei's smile widened slightly. The tail band was answer enough, but he liked this Feline's spirit. And if no-one would be looking for him...

The gods must have decided to smile on him, he decided. After so many years in isolation, they saw fit to drop a pleasure slave straight through the roof. And what a perfect one he was -- his slender frame appeared delicate, but he had fight and spirit in him that banished the image of fragility. Wufei couldn't help but admired the long, fastidiously neat braid, the delicately pointed ears, and the large, exotically colored violet eyes. Such unusual coloring was said to be a sign from the gods, and here he was offered up on a platter.

Wufei was never one to turn down an offer.

"So tell me..." he said slowly, advancing on the Feline. "What's your name, little one?"



"Duo," the Feline answered nervously, watching the stranger's advance with unease. He didn't seem to be angry any more, so Duo took a chance. "Um... what's yours?"

"Wufei," the stranger purred, and something in his voice sent a thrill of apprehension up his spine. "Chang Wufei."

"Oh." The man was still coming slowly towards him, those strange eyes half-lidded. Almost unconsciously, Duo scooted backwards, edging away from him. "Um, well, it's nice to meet you, but I think I'll leave now."

"And how are you going to do that?" Wufei asked lazily. "That was quite a drop you took through my ceiling. Not even such an," He paused, running his eyes up and down Duo's body, "*agile* creature as yourself could climb back up."

"Well," Duo said, "you'll show me another exit, right?" There was something distinctly familiar in the look Wufei was giving him, and Duo was struck with a sudden sense of doom.

As Wufei closed the distance, Duo couldn't help but notice more of the things that had been overlooked in his original panic. In addition to the finely woven robes he wore, he also wore jewelry of a quality and craftsmanship of which Duo had never seen the like. For a moment, the jewelry and Wufei's fine-boned features made him think he was looking at a woman, for he'd never seen that much jewelry on a man before. In addition to armbands with strange, foreign symbols on them, he wore necklaces, elaborate clips in his hair, and earrings on his strange, smoothly pointed ears.

In fact, Duo realized with a start as Wufei's hands came into view, aside from the straight black queue that hung down Wufei's back, his skin was completely hairless. Much less fur, there weren't even fine hairs on any of his visible skin -- it was completely smooth.

Wufei laughed. "And why should I do that?" His voice had gone strangely husky.

Maybe it was just Duo's fevered imagination, but it looked like Wufei was getting taller as he approached. Duo's efforts to edge away had increased without him realizing it, until the cold stone of the wall against his back stopped him short. He took a moment to glance over to where the hole in the ceiling was, and a startled squeak escaped him as he looked back to find Chang Wufei an uncomfortably close distant away. Duo flexed his fingers, bringing his claws out into the open. He didn't really think Wufei was going to eat him, but he was far too close for comfort.

"I've been alone for a very, very long time," Wufei told him in a low voice. "And I think... that I will keep you here."

"You've got to be kidding!" Panicked, Duo slashed out at Wufei, not really hoping to do much damage, just coming that the sight of the claws would force him back enough that Duo could bolt. Unfortunately, Wufei was not the least bit fazed, and with a speed Duo could barely follow, his hands darted out and grabbed hold of Duo's wrists.

With a force that was surprising in his slender frame, Wufei pushed Duo backwards until he was flat against the wall, his hands held out to the sides of his head. His face was inches away from Duo's, and for a moment Duo forgot to breathe, eyes wide as saucers. Wufei leaned in towards him, eyes half-lidded and delicate nostrils flaring. Duo nearly groaned. What was it with people sniffing him? First Heero, and now...

"You smell exquisite," Wufei murmured throatily. "I wonder if you taste as sweet?"

As he leaned forward and places his mouth over Duo's, only one thought went through the Feline's mind. Aw, man, not AGAIN...



As he leaned forward and places his mouth over Duo's, only one thought went through the Feline's mind. Aw, man, not AGAIN....

A small gasp escaped his throat, muffled by the mouth against his as Wufei pressed up against him, pushing him against the wall. The feeling of the strange, fine cloth of Wufei's clothes rubbing against his chest was like nothing he'd ever felt before. it felt slippery, like he was running his hand over the surface of the water, and strangely cool... almost as cold as the stone behind him. He twisted slightly in Wufei's grip, claws twitching, and shivered at the sensation as the cloth slipped softly over his skin. He was distracted, preoccupied almost to the point of forgetting his own situation, when Wufei pulled back slightly and regarded his dazed expression.

He smiled, apparently pleased by Duo's reactions. "Have you never felt silk before, little one?" he asked teasingly.

"Is that what it's called?" Duo said, slightly distracted. He was faintly alarmed by his own reactions, at the slight disappointment he'd felt when Wufei pulled away. "It feels nice."

Wufei laughed, and it wasn't an entirely nice laugh, filled with the promise of evil things. "Yes, it does, doesn't it? It is one of the reasons the material is so prized by my clan... that and its rarity. Even among my people, it is not terribly common... but I will have only the best."

"Your people?" Duo said, his brow furrowing slightly. An entirely different kind of unease was surfacing in him, springing from the dawning realization that he had no idea *what* Wufei was. He'd never seen anyone like him before, and all these exotic, valuable things in his den... and what did he mean, he'd been alone for a long time? It couldn't have been *that* long... he still looked young...

Wufei merely laughed again, and Duo's eyes widened as he caught sight of white, *very* sharp teeth. "Don't concern yourself over it, pretty one," he assured Duo. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

"And what if I don't want you to?" Duo snapped back, his tail lashing with anger. He was barely willing to concede to Heero, he'd be damned if he submitted to this total stranger, as well!

Wufei chuckled, but didn't respond. His answer came in the form of actions, not words, and Duo was momentarily shocked out of his stubborn defiance as Wufei pushed suddenly forward, rubbing sensually against Duo's body. Wufei's mouth trailed from Duo's lips down his neck, to his chest, and Duo shuddered as Wufei dragged his tongue across his collarbone. His tongue was unlike the familiar dry sandpaper of a Feline, and even unlike Heero's soft and wet tongue... it was firm, and smooth, and -- Duo gasped -- unbelievably agile.

A soft moan escaped his lips as Wufei's mouth fastened over his nipple, that strange coolness swirling teasingly around it. To his embarrassment, he found himself panting and squirming, trying to fight off his growing arousal. But it was impossible -- even though he had met Wufei only today, the dark-haired stranger seemed to know every one of his weak spots, even ones he hadn't known he had, and sought them out with ruthless efficiency.

His slender, fine-boned hands moved subtly, slightly over the skin on the inside of Duo's wrists, sending bolts of white fire down his arms. Dazed, Duo couldn't understand how such a simple touch could awaken such a reaction in him. He felt something surging within him, and bit down on a moan; they had barely started and he was practically ready to come. Trying to collect his scattered wits, he struggled and squirmed to get free, but every motion just rubbed him more against the slippery-smooth cloth of Wufei's garments, and he only succeeded in making himself dizzy with lust. He couldn't seem to keep quiet any more, and his moans and increasingly harsh breathing echoed off the stone walls.

He felt Wufei smile, lips curving against his skin, a moment before Wufei bit down on the nub still in his mouth. Duo's startled cry rang out across the room; his teeth were very sharp. With one last hard suck, that made Duo twist his shoulders frantically, not sure whether to pull away or push eagerly forward, Wufei released Duo's abused nipple and brought his mouth back up to Duo's face. "You're so responsive," he whispered, sounding quite satisfied. "This is going to be a lot of fun."

It was a perfect straight line, and Duo would have loved to snap back a cutting reply... if he could manage to think straight for two seconds. But the sensation was overwhelming his thoughts; he could feel every inch of his skin, or so it seemed being stroked and caressed by that smooth coolness... a deep warmth, rising across his skin every place that Wufei's lips touched him, searing heat welling up inside him to radiate out into the cold room.

A choked whimper escaped his throat as Wufei shifted, and then he felt Wufei's skin brushing along his stomach, caressing the rich soft fur of his legs with slow, sensuous strokes. Duo's breath quickened with anticipation as the touch ran up his thighs, eyes squeezed tightly shut and ears pressed flat to his head as his thighs trembled. When it finally reached his arousal, lingering with the lightest of touches at the base, Duo thought he would explode right then and there.

He thrashed wildly against Wufei, voice rising up in his throat in an inarticulate cry as that torturous contact continued, stroking so lightly up over the fur covering his cock. A low, throaty chuckle sounded in his ears, piercing through the haze of lust that had settled over his features. He opened his eyes with a slight frown, something tugging at his mind. Something was off here. He struggled to make his senses work, and cast his hazy glance around. Wufei was leaning down, sucking at the wild pulse beating in his throat... nothing seemed to be immediately wrong. It took a slight tug on his wrists to make him remember what it was.

Wait a minute, Duo decided after a minute, glancing down. If both his hands are on my hands, then what's on my OH MY GOD!

In a flash, all the mysteries were explained -- the strange, exotic nature of the lair and its inhabitant, the pool of water in the corner, the long, concealing robes, Wufei's strange gliding walk and his perfectly smooth, cool skin. Duo's eyes rolled back in his heads as his legs gave out on him, sinking down into the sensuous clutch of the water dragon's tentacles.







Wufei laughed aloud as the Feline sagged in his embrace, limp and unresisting, eyes glazed over with shock. Apparently this kitten had never met a Dragon before. It wasn't that surprising; his people were few and far between, and usually preferred to keep apart from the land dwellers. That thought was enough to make his smile fade, and he pushed it away, preferring to concentrate on his captive.

Wufei lowered his hands his hands, still holding Duo's wrists, until he could transfer his grip to two of his tentacles and free his hands. He took a moment to loosen the belt on his robe, opening it in the front to give him greater freedom of movement. Not without some awkwardness, he pushed Duo back up against the wall, each of his limbs securely pinned and held wide by one of his tentacles. There, that was much better; gave him room to play.

He trailed his hands over Duo's smooth, furless chest, letting his fingers linger and caress. Duo made soft, almost involuntary sounds, telling Wufei where he best liked to be touched; he caressed his fingertips over one swollen, sensitized nipple and got a shuddering moan in response. He half closed his eyes, just enjoying the smooth heat beneath his hands and the soft fur trapped in the coils of his tentacles. No dragon lover, no matter how skilled, could match the soft sweetness of the landbound.

Wufei shifted around, curling a tentacle around Duo's upper thigh and rubbing the higher, thicker portion of it against Duo's groin. Duo squirmed, a soft keen escaping his throat, and Wufei gave a low chuckle. "Like that, do you?" he asked teasingly, and an incoherent mumble was his only reply. He tugged Duo's legs a little further out, opening him further to Wufei's questing hands.

With a slight exertion of effort, he pushed Duo higher up on the wall, so that his feet would not have touched the ground even if he was not being supported by Wufei's tentacles. He reached in between Duo's legs, wrapping long, thin fingers around his furred cock and starting a leisurely, sensuous stroking. His other hand slid further back, fingering Duo's balls, tight and swollen in his hand. "It seems you like it very much. Doesn't your master take care of you, pretty one? You feel like an untrained virgin to me."

He missed Duo's soft gasp, the look of dismay that suddenly crossed his features, and for a moment Duo struggled against his captor again, but he had no leverage. Wufei ignored his fruitless attempts at freedom, continuing to stroke his genitals, increasing the pace and pressure as he leaned in and touched his mouth to Duo's quivering abdomen, tongue drawing lazy, random designs on the skin above where the fur started.

"Give in to me, pretty one," Wufei coaxed him seductively, drawing back for a moment. "Your body knows what it wants... what it needs. Let it take you over."

Duo moaned at the sound of his voice, and his erection jumped in Wufei's hand. Wufei saw the tension building in his abdomen, a sure sign that he was approaching his limit. He quickened his strokes, pressing up against Duo's helpless body, rubbing and fondling and caressing with all of his tentacles. He let the tip of one trail down the furred crevice of Duo's ass, teasing lightly over the tempting pucker, and a choked sound burst from Duo's throat. Surprised, Wufei glanced up at his face, and was that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, biting his lip between his teeth. All his muscles were tense as wires, as he struggled desperately to control himself. Wufei frowned, irritated by his captive's continued resistance.

"Duo..." he let just a hint of warning enter his silken tone. "Why are you still holding back?"

"Not," Duo whimpered, and gasped a breath. "Can't. It's not right."

"Why not?" Wufei said, annoyed. He tightened his grasp around Duo's cock, letting his tentacles constrict on Duo's wrists.

"Heero," Duo blurted out. "I belong to Heero... I can't... can't betray him..."

Shocked, for a moment Wufei stared at his captive's beautiful, conflicted features, and then felt an unexpected softening in his heart. He gentled his grip, releasing Duo's erection to let his hands slide softly up Duo's body to cup his face. He leaned in until his lips brushed across Duo's cheek. "You're not betraying him, Duo," he said, almost gently, into Duo's ears. "You will enjoy what I do to you, because I'm not giving you a choice in the matter."

He saw Duo shiver at his words, felt his resolve weaken. Triumphantly, he pounced on that line of reasoning. "It's not your fault, Duo," he continued. "There is nothing else you can do, because you are completely --" he emphasized each word with a slight flexing of his fingers " -- utterly -- helpless."

"How does that feel, Duo?" he whispered into his captive's ear. "You're completely at my mercy... I could do anything to you, make you scream..." He kept his hands on Duo's face, but inched up one of his tentacles between them, twining it around Duo's length and squeezing slightly. "...make you beg. And there is *nothing* you can do about it, except lie back and enjoy it!"

Duo gasped, eyes flying wide open but sightless as his taut body snapped past the edge of his control. A wordless, inarticulate cry rang against the ceiling above, as his semen spattered against his stomach and Wufei's skin. Crowing softly, Wufei kept stroking Duo's cock as he came, drawing out the last of his release until Duo slumped in his embrace, sweat standing out all over his skin and breath coming in rapid pants.

Chuckling softly, Wufei took one of his hands away from Duo's jaw, sweeping down to collect some of the semen that had splashed against his garment. Coating his slender fingers in the liquid, he brushed it over Duo's lips as his captive stirred, opening violet eyes that were glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. "There, now," he said, smirking. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Almost unwillingly, Duo shook his head. A spark lit in Wufei's eyes, and his smile widened. "Good," he purred. "Because it's going to get a lot worse before I'm done."

That woke Duo from his daze in a hurry. "Done?" he squeaked. "Wasn't that enough for you?"

Wufei smiled, a predatory grin that showed sharp white teeth. "Enough? Duo, my pretty cat, that was hardly even a warm-up for me..."

Duo meeped in alarm, and in a sudden burst of energy, managed to lever himself off the rough stone wall in an attempt to pry himself out of Wufei's grasp. Rather than forcing Duo back against the wall, Wufei let him push forward, and held him suspended in mid-air as he struggled. Duo thrashed against the tentacles holding him, but Wufei just held on, letting him waste his enrgy, until finally Duo hung panting and limp in his grasp. "Let me go, damn it," he huffed, breathing hard from his exertion. "You've had your fun, now lemme go already..."

Wufei snorted, as he easily gathered Duo up and started across the floor, towards his bed. "So far, pretty one, the only one who's ‘had fun' is you," he pointed out gleefully.

"Then why the hell did you do it?" Duo snapped crankily. "I sure didn't ask you to..."

Wufei hummed slightly, pausing at the side of his bed. His glance strayed over to the chains suite, with the metal bolts set into the stone wall in the dryer part of the cave to protect them from ruset -- he hadn't had occasion to use that in years... But another look down at Duo, completely drained and sedated by the aftereffects of his orgasm, and he decided against it. For now, anyway. Instead, he laid Duo down on the bed, on his back.

Duo gasped and mewed, and Wufei could just imagine what the smooth satin must feel like, after his skin had been abraded by the cold stone wall. Duo's eyes half-closed and he made little, involuntary motions against the satin coverlets. Wufei drew in a sudden breath, his eyes running down Duo's form with renewed avarice.

Leaning over Duo, he traced the path his gaze had taken with a finger, starting at Duo's swollen lips and running down the column of his throat, over his chest and down his stomach, drawing a line through the swiftly cooling fluid on his belly down to his groin. "Because you look so delicious like this," he murmured. "Warm, flushed skin, so helpless and needy."

That stung Duo's pride, and he struggled to push himself up on his elbows, glaring at Wufei. "I'm not helpless," he growled, flexing his hand to display his claws.

"Aren't you?" Wufei said with an air of false surprise. "I suppose I'd better fix that, then..."

Duo froze-wide-eyed, for just a moment, and in that moment Wufei was rising up over him, sliding onto the bed with his body pressing Duo's down. Duo yelped and bucked, trying to throw him off, but Wufei easily held him down, catching his wrists with his tentacles as Duo swung them at him. Glancing up, his gaze searched for and found the silken cord holding back the curtains on the canopy.

He reached up and tugged it loose, then bent down and used it to secure Duo's hands to the headboard, taking care to twist the knots so that Duo couldn't slip them free. Snagging the cord from the other side, he managed to turn around on the bed, using his weight to keep Duo's legs still as he repeated the process for his feet.

He then slid off the bed, and Duo immediately started fighting his bonds, squirming and cursing. He admired the view for a moment, but when Duo, even in his tired state, began to pull the knots too tight, he leaned down close to Duo's ear and murmured, "Go ahead and struggle. Doesn't it feel good, to feel that satin sliding against your skin?"



Duo froze, wide-eyed, feeling like a guilty kitten caught raiding the supply cache. It felt so good, the strange slippery cloth, sliding against his skin and fur... damn it, this wasn't fair! He was a prisoner, it wasn't right for him to be enjoying it!

"Don't worry about it, little Duo," his captor said, wearing that insufferably amused expression. He leaned down a little further, his slanted eyes boring into Duo's wide ones. "It's supposed to feel good," he promised.

Duo scowled, and turned his head to the side, avoiding Wufei's eyes. The dragon stayed close for a minute, eyes narrowing, but then moved away, turning his back to Duo as he went over to one of those strangely carved wooden boxes. There was a scraping noise, and he strained to see what Wufei was doing, as part of the box pulled out, like a smaller box inside. He craned his neck curiously, lifting his head as far over his upraised arm as he could, but then gave up and dropped his head back down between his arms with an annoyed huff. What was Wufei doing?

He found out a minute later, though, as Wufei turned again and moved back to the side of the bed, turning something over in his fingers. Smiling wickedly down at Duo, dark eyes alight, he held whatever-it-was over Duo's head so it dangled directly into his face. Duo crossed his eyes to try and see it, but when it brushed over his nose, he sneezed and shook his head.

He saw Wufei's smile widen, and knew he was in trouble; the tickling sensation followed his face as he tried to turn away, seeking to avoid it, and then down over his neck, slipping maddeningly over his skin. As he twisted his shoulders, frantically trying to escape it, he caught a glimpse of a long strip of shimmery, liquid-colored cloth, with a long, frayed fringe at the end, brushing over his skin.





At last... actual tentaclesex! I think it's really bad, but.... ~_~


Duo froze, wide-eyed, feeling like a guilty kitten caught raiding the supply cache. It felt so good, the strange slippery cloth, sliding against his skin and fur... damn it, this wasn't fair! He was a prisoner, it wasn't right for him to be enjoying it!

"Don't worry about it, little Duo," his captor said, wearing that insufferably amused expression. He leaned down a little further, his slanted eyes boring into Duo's wide ones. "It's supposed to feel good," he promised.

Duo scowled, and turned his head to the side, avoiding Wufei's eyes. The dragon stayed close for a minute, eyes narrowing, but then moved away, turning his back to Duo as he went over to one of those strangely carved wooden boxes. There was a scraping noise, and he strained to see what Wufei was doing, as part of the box pulled out, like a smaller box inside. He craned his neck curiously, lifting his head as far over his upraised arm as he could, but then gave up and dropped his head back down between his arms with an annoyed huff. What was Wufei doing?

He found out a minute later, though, as Wufei turned again and moved back to the side of the bed, turning something over in his fingers. Smiling wickedly down at Duo, dark eyes alight, he held whatever-it-was over Duo's head so it dangled directly into his face. Duo crossed his eyes to try and see it, but when it brushed over his nose, he sneezed and shook his head.

He saw Wufei's smile widen, and knew he was in trouble; the tickling sensation followed his face as he tried to turn away, seeking to avoid it, and then down over his neck, slipping maddeningly over his skin. As he twisted his shoulders, frantically trying to escape it, he caught a glimpse of a long strip of shimmery, liquid-colored cloth, with a long, frayed fringe at the end, brushing over his skin.

He gasped and shuddered as the silk slipped down onto his chest, brushing back and forth in lazy, random patterns, occasionally pausing to dance over his swollen nipples. His skin was still sensitive from his recent orgasm, and this tiny, light touch magnified to pure sensation along his overloaded nerves. Duo wriggled frantically, trying to move his exposed skin away from the assault, but Wufei just followed him, the smile growing on his face, and he didn't have the range of motion necessary to get away.

Worse, every time he moved, the satin coverlets under his back caressed his skin, provoking another reaction from his young and healthy male hormones. A hiss of disbelief escaped Duo's clenched teeth as he began to harden again, so soon after spending himself against the wall. Wufei, of course, noticed his predicament, but he only chuckled as he continued the soft torture.

He moved from Duo's chest down to his belly, slowing his movements as he did so. The muscles in Duo's abdomen seized up, and for a moment he had to fight to breathe as the cool cloth slid achingly close to his growing erection. After an eternal moment, it slid away again, and he was able to gulp a breath. Eyes closed tightly, he squirmed desperately in his bonds, unable to help how good it felt. "Cut it ouuu..." His words trailed off into a strangled cry, as the satin stroked down to his stomach again, and it was a moment before he could speak again. "Lemme alone... gnnnn... stopitstopitstopit!" he cried, writhing under the touch.

"I'm afraid not, Duo," Wufei said, with a tone of false apology in his voice. He pushed himself farther up on the bed, twining his tentacles with Duo's bound legs, carefully avoiding any contact with his straining cock, He leaned down and brushed his lips over the side of Duo's neck, delighted by the high-pitched mewling sound that resulted.

"Aaahhh... why?" Duo demanded, slitting his eyes open to glare up at Wufei. "Why do this?"

"Because I can," Wufei answered simply, pulling back to stare down at Duo, his hands resting on either side of the Feline's chest. He breathed in deeply, like a man preparing to taste a particularly rare and fine brand of wine, and raised his hand, the silk scarf still trailing, to trace one finger over Duo's cheek. "You have no idea what you look like right now," he said, in a soft, almost reverant tone.

He had to draw his hand back, though, as Duo snapped at it, and couldn't help but chuckle. "Has no-one ever done this to you before, pretty one?" he asked, not sounding like he particularly expected an answer. "Taken the time to really appreciate your beauty, to push you past your limits..." His gaze moved up to the tarnished, battered armbands of Duo's lost clan, and his black eyes grew more distant. "Your people truly are barbarians, if they let a blessing like you go unappreciated."

"Blessing?" Duo snarled, sarcasm evident in his tone. "More like a curse! Who would want someone like me if there wasn't someone else to..." His eyes widened as though the words had slipped out against his will, and he abruptly turned his head to the side, avoiding the other's gaze.

Wufei drew in a breath, surprised by the reaction he'd gotten. "What on earth makes you say that?" he asked, astonished. "Why would anyone not want you?"

Duo closed his eyes, and swallowed hard, and Wufei suddenly thought he might understand. "Is it because of these?" he asked, trailing his fingertips over Duo's closed eyelids. Duo shivered, but didn't answer. "Tell me, pretty one. Is it because of your eyes?"

"Unnatural," Duo whispered unwillingly. "Not supposed to have eyes like that. It's a curse, it's the sign of death..."

"What a foolish thought!" Wufei sounded annoyed, and Duo cringed slightly. He took a peek out of the corner of his vision; Wufei had an angry scowl on his face as he continued. "Rare markings are the sign of favor from the guards, an indication of unusual gifts! Someone so unique should be cherished, honored, not discarded as unfit!"

Duo whipped his head around to stare at Wufei, incredulous. "My clan didn't seem to think so," he mumbled.

"Well," Wufei said determinedly. "Their loss --" He ran his hands down Duo's chest, drawing a startled squeak from the boy -- "is my gain." He renewed his assault with increased determination.

Any further words Duo might have had only the subject were lost; hands clenching so tightly on the rope binding them together that they went white, he arched off the bed, unseeing, as his world was drowned in fire. While they had been talking, reliving unpleasant memories, his arousal had subsided somewhat, but now it rose again, twice as fierce for the delay. Wufei's hands seemed to be everywhere on his chest and arms, dragging the silk across his skin... and everywhere else were his tentacles, stroking, caressing, fondling...

Through a faint haze, he was vaguely aware of something creeping between his legs, tantalizing the sensitive skin behind his balls, and heard his own voice crying out for more. The sensation changed, became more focused, probing, and he felt the same something press against his entrance. Instinctively, he tensed, waiting for the pain to follow... even with Heero, it had always hurt a little at first, and this was a stranger.

But the expected pain of penetration didn't come; the tip of the tentacle that pressed into him was smaller than even one of Heero's fingers, and it was cool and smooth against his hot flesh. As it pushed further in, stretching him as it went, he squirmed uncomfortably; it was a sensation he'd never felt before.

Wufei must have noticed his discomfort, though, because the silk which had never ceased to tantalize his face and neck was suddenly pressed against his sensitive nipples, rubbing and squeezing the nubs in a way that sent shocks down his spine.

The intruding tentacle never faltered in its forward press, while Duo was distracted, and he suddenly jerked against the bed as the tip of the tendril found his sweet spot. A wordless cry burst from his throat, and he rocked on the bed, trying to push himself back against it, but not finding the leverage. He nearly sobbed with frustration as it withdrew slightly, slumping back against the covers, and above him, he heard a wicked chuckle that was rapidly becoming familiar to him.

Then the tentacle pushed in again, farther than before, and struck his sweet spot and stayed there, rubbing and pressing at it mercilessly. Duo's back arched off the bed, mouth and eyes wide open, but unseeing. It wasn't anything he had ever felt before in his life, not even with his Canine lover -- longer than fingers, able to reach farther, but with greater agility than Heero's cock, finding that spot and pressing it continuously. Unbelievable pleasure wracked Duo's body; it didn't come in flashes, it just went on and on...

After a timeless eternity, Duo slumped back against the covers, panting, and only then realized that he hadn't been breathing until that moment. His cock throbbed painfully, begging to be touched, to relieve the pleasurable ache. From somewhere at a remote distance, he heard his own voice, also begging to be touched...

Just when he thought he could stand no more, that he would surely die from the white fire overloading his nerves, he felt the cool, slick fabric of the silk wrap around his cock, and pumped him mercilessly. At the same time, the tentacle inside him pressed against that spot inside him, and he lost all sense of himself as his universe exploded.


Wufei kept his eyes on Duo's face, drinking in every nuance of his bliss-filled expression. He kept his tentacle inside his captive's exquisite, moving oh so carefully so as not to hurt him as he stretched and prepared him further. Without looking away, he sent one of his free limbs groping off the bed behind him.

He couldn't immediately find it, and, annoyed, he turned his head and glanced to the side of the bed enough to spot what he was looking for. Hooking the tangle of chains in his tentacles, he pulled it up onto the bed next to him, where he could reach to untangle it. They were hopelessly jumbled, and it took him a minute of careful detangling to extract what he wanted, letting the rest of it fall in a clanking heap to the ground.

Pushing himself up, moving very gingerly so as not to disturb Duo, he hooked one end of the chain to a metal ring set in the top of the bedpost, pulling the manacled end down to a few feet above the mattress. The other end was wrapped around the headboard for an anchor.

Duo opened fuzzy, confused eyes as Wufei grasped his wrists and untied them, but was unable to react in time to prevent the cold metal from clicking shut around them. His eyes widened as he followed the chain from his hands to the bedpost, tugging at it frantically. Wufei ignored his reaction, moving down to untie his feet as well. Duo hissed at him angrily, and tried to curl his legs back up towards him, certain that the dragon would bind his ankles with the same chains. Unexpectedly, instead of pulling his legs straight, Wufei pushed them up towards his body, and Duo let out a startled yelp as he was bent nearly in half. Pressing Duo into the mattress with his considerable body weight, Wufei worked swiftly to lock Duo's ankles into the manacles, passing the short chain between them under his shoulders.

At last, he stepped back and admired the arrangement, watching Duo tug frantically at the chains that bound him to the headboard with his knees practically at his ears. Duo's lovely bottom was splayed open, presenting his genitals and entrance to touch as he liked, and Wufei sighed with satisfaction. It was a good thing the Feline was as flexible as he'd thought.



This is the end of my section, askerian's bit picks up after this. WARNING -- this is extremely rough copy! I'm only including it because I don't know when I'll get a chance to write/post again. Read at your own risk. >_<

Duo opened fuzzy, confused eyes as Wufei grasped his wrists and untied them, but was unable to react in time to prevent the cold metal from clicking shut around them. His eyes widened as he followed the chain from his hands to the bedpost, tugging at it frantically. Wufei ignored his reaction, moving down to untie his feet as well. Duo hissed at him angrily, and tried to curl his legs back up towards him, certain that the dragon would bind his ankles with the same chains. Unexpectedly, instead of pulling his legs straight, Wufei pushed them up towards his body, and Duo let out a startled yelp as he was bent nearly in half. Pressing Duo into the mattress with his considerable body weight, Wufei worked swiftly to lock Duo's ankles into the manacles, passing the short chain between them under his shoulders.

At last, he stepped back and admired the arrangement, watching Duo tug frantically at the chains that bound him to the headboard with his knees practically at his ears. Duo's lovely bottom was splayed open, presenting his genitals and entrance to touch as he liked, and Wufei sighed with satisfaction. It was a good thing the Feline was as flexible as he'd thought.

He didn't move on Duo again right away, instead giving the Feline a chance to discover the limits of his bonds. Unlike the ropes from before, which he could have shredded or untied given enough time, the chains were solidly locked and the key well out of reach on the ground beside the bed. Duo writhed and squirmed desperately, trying to work a hand or his legs free, but his position already pushed him to the limit of his flexibility and he couldn't push himself any further.

Languorously, Wufei straightened, coiling his tentacles under him to stand his full height as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. Cool as his blood was, the heavy cloth protected him from the deeper chill of stone or of water... but now he had something else to keep him warm. He draped his robe over the end of the footboard, folding it neatly flat before setting it down, then turned his black eyes back to his captive.

Duo's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open, and Wufei spared an instant's thought to wonder if his mouth was as warm and yielding as his ass... but then those tempting lips drew back in a snarl, baring needle-sharp white fangs, and Wufei decided not to push it. "Again?" Duo sputtered, somewhere between anger and disbelief. "Not again, damn it! By the skies, haven't you had enough?"

"Enough of you?" Wufei purred, lowering himself back towards the covers as he moved forward across the large bed towards Duo. "I could do this for a hundred years and never have enough of you, Duo... you're perfect, absolutely perfect..."

"A hundred --" Duo cut himself off as Wufei leaned over him, planting his hands on the coverlet beside him. "Maybe you can go on for a hundred years, but I sure as hell can't! Give me a chance to recover, at least!"

His tail lashed agitatedly in time with his words, and Wufei watched it with calm interest, following its swift, sharp motions back and forth. In a blur of motion, his hand shot out and seized the tail at the edge of its arc. Duo squawked with annoyance as Wufei gripped his tail firmly, feeling it beat against his fingers like a living thing. Shifting his grip, Wufei took hold of the tail farther up, where the metal band proclaiming his status circled the tail. With his other hand, he traced a single finger up the underside of the tail, following the line of the bones beneath. Duo stiffened, his tail stilling, as Wufei's fingers met the place where his tail connected to the rest of his body.

Wufei rubbed his fingers along the strip of furred skin between his captive's tail and his entrance, circling around the ring of muscle with teasingly light pressure. A sound that was half a whimper and half a moan broke from Duo's throat, and Wufei released Duo's tail, twining it with one tentacle instead. He pressed his hands against Duo's upturned ass, thumbs caressing along the outside of his entrance before running his hands up along the underside of Duo's thighs.

He followed Duo's legs all the way to his ankles, smoothing down the fur as he went, before removing his hands to bury them in Duo's hair instead. It was damp with sweat, and loosened out of its braid at the top, but it still felt as silky-smooth and warm as the fur on his skin. He luxuriated in the feel of it, moving his hands down to Duo's head to rub behind his fur-covered ears. A gasp and a mewling moan was his response, and he chuckled and rubbed harder, taking advantage of the sensitive zone.

The long hair was already badly tangled, and Wufei couldn't help but wince in anticipated sympathy at the job it would be to brush it out. It was even longer than his own hair, and thicker. Still, he was looking forward to the chore, of washing and brushing that mass of hair -- and he wondered how Duo would look, with the traditional coiffure of a pleasure slave...

Wufei ran a tentacle up and down over Duo's shivering body, slick with a mixture of sweat and semen, caressing the feverishly heated skin. When he was sure that his member was well enough lubricated, he lowered it swiftly to Duo's waiting entrance, penetrating him without warning. His mouth against Duo's muffled the Feline's cries as he pushed in farther than before, stretching and pushing against Duo's inner walls. His captive tried to squirm away, to pull off the invader, but Wufei's other tentacles twined about the sharp angle of his hips, pulling him back down and farther onto it.

He ignored the muffled sounds of protest, only paying them enough note to assure himself that his captive was not in serious pain. Pulling out of Duo, he took a moment to readjust his position on top of Duo for better leverage, before plunging back in, aiming straight for Duo's sweet spot. Duo jerked convulsively in his bonds, the flat and wiry muscles standing out on his skin as he strained against the chains. He threw his head back, pulling away from Wufei's mouth, as a scream of pure pleasure tore from his throat.

Wufei couldn't suppress a triumphant grin at his captive's involuntary reaction, leaning down to nip at Duo's throat, sucking lightly on the frantically beating pulse. He didn't pause in his assault, thrusting in and out of Duo's warm, tight passage, forcing more cries and moans out of him. He was careful to restrain his strength, going slower than he might have otherwise; pushing Duo to his limits, but never past them.

He slid his tentacle in a little farther; at the depth it was now, it was as thick around as a man's wrist, and deeper, he would be willing to bet, than any landbound's organ could reach. Beneath him, Duo shuddered and twitched, overcome by more sensation than he'd ever felt before. His claws were buried in the silk coverings of the pillows beneath his hands, shredding them accidentally as he clenched and unclenched his hands.

Wufei slowed, and stopped his actions, and heard an involuntary whimper from Duo. Slowly, he undulated the tentacle inside Duo, brushing slightly against his prostate -- but, if Duo's moan and struggle to move were any indication, not hard enough. "Something wrong, kitten?"

Duo shivered and swallowed hard, briefly interrupting his harsh, quick breathing. He muttered something under his breath, but it was completely unintelligible. The Feline was lost in the overload of his own body, hardly able to form words, much less summon defiance.

"What was that, pretty one?" Wufei said, keeping his voice calm and flat, completely contrasting with his actions. "I couldn't quite understand it." Mercilessly, he pressed against Duo's pleasure center again.

Duo's arched upwards, fists clenching around the chains. "Harder!" he cried out, his voice nearly unrecognizable. "Fuck me harder! More, please, more!"

Wufei's black eyes flashed with triumph, himself breathing hard from his exertions. He didn't care.

Duo was his.

And why not? he asked himself, even as his hands and tentacles worked over Duo without mercy. He'd been alone for far to long, but now, he didn't need to be. Duo should be his, should stay and keep him company through the coming winter. He'd keep the feline close by him, heating his bed with his warm blood. Duo was perfect, he personified everything that Wufei loved in the landbound; soft skin, silky fur, moving so energetically in response to Wufei's touch.

Even his voice, loud and insolent, was a breath of fresh air after the subtle, veiled insults of his fellow dragons. Surely the gods had fashioned this pretty one especially for him, and sent him straight into Wufei's arms. However inadvertently, he'd trespassed into Wufei's domain, and with no clan or tribe to reclaim him, he was by all rights Wufei's to treat as he pleased.

A small frown crossed his face, and he slowed his rhythm. However, there was the problem of the cat's former master. There was a good chance that he would come looking for his lost slave; after all, there was no way Wufei would let such a piece of perfection slip from his grasp, and if this Heero had half a brain in his head, he wouldn't let Duo go so easily.

Still, Wufei was more than a match for any landbound; no-one could take Duo from him by force. All that was needed, then, was to insure that there was no way Duo would choose to return to his former master given the option. Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem. Though not one to brag, Wufei was well aware of his own proficiency in the arts of pleasure; no lover, dragon or mammal, had ever left unsatisfied. Sex was for enjoyment of the body and the pleasure of company; so far, Duo seemed reluctant to come to him willingly, but with enough time, he could convince him of this fact.

Beneath him, Duo was far past the point of speech, making only incoherent noises. He focused his mind back on the task at hand, silently berating himself for letting his mind wander. Taking Duo's swollen, needy erection in his hand, he leaned down and brought his lips close, breathing deeply in the overpowering scent of musk and arousal. Under the fur-covered sheath, the flesh throbbed painfully in his hand, the head almost purple with blood.

Almost delicately, he closed the final inch and licked it, savoring the salty, bitter flavor like a rare wine. His hand moved almost gently on the fur-covered cock, in time with the movements of the tentacle still buried deep inside him. It didn't take much; the Feline's body was already stimulated to the breaking point. Duo strained all his muscles, the chains digging into his skin and making a broken red line across his shoulders, as he came for the third time.

Duo slumped bonelessly in the chains, panting shallowly; his position made it hard to breathe deeply. Wufei took note of the slight trembling in his straining limbs and took pity on him, snagging the key from the floor beside the bed and unlocking the manacles from around his ankles. Duo breathed a sigh of relief, immediately bringing his legs down, tucking his feet behind him.

He opened one violet eye and glared at Wufei challengingly, tugging lightly on the chains around his wrists. Chuckling slightly, Wufei obliged, unhooking the long chain from the ring on top of the bedpost and dropping it to the mangled pillow beside Duo's head. Duo sighed slightly, curling into a loose ball on the coverlets. "Gonna sleep now," he told his dragon captor, voice thick with tiredness.

Wufei couldn't restrain himself, and didn't really try; the Feline just looked so cute that way, he simply had to reach out and pinch that tempting bottom. At the feeling of the stinging pinch on his -- already very sore -- bottom, Duo came fully awake once more; he yelped and snarled, which turned into a sustained low growl as he scrabbled backwards, pressing his back against the bedpost. "What the hell did you do that for?" he hissed, glaring balefully at Wufei.

"Oh no, my kitten," Wufei chuckled. "You've been having far too much fun; now it's time to pay."

Duo stared at him in complete and utter disbelief, jaw hanging open. When he began to sputter an indignant retort, Wufei reached forward and grabbed the chain attached to his hands, hauling him forward. "Just look what you've done to my blankets, pet," he told him in a mock-sad voice. "Torn and stained. Do you have any idea what these were worth?"

Duo's eyes widened as he took in the damage his claws had inadvertently done to the fine covers... and the copious amounts of semen spattered in puddles across the brightly colored fabric. A blush began creeping over his cheeks, and he sneaked a glance up at Wufei.

Wufei caught the look, and his smirk widened. "You've been a naughty kitten," he purred, leaning in so close he brushed his cheek against Duo's hair. "You ought to be punished."

"What?" Duo screeched. "Why, you arrogant son-of-a-lizard! Where do you get off acting so high and mighty? You were the one who decided to tie me to that bed in the first place! It's your own idiot fault if your stupid stuff gets ruined!"

Wufei sighed theatrically. "And now you're being insolent, too. That's another thing I'll have to punish you for." When Duo snarled at him, slashing with his claws, Wufei grabbed hold of his wrists and lifted, pulling the slight Feline towards him. Before he could kick, Wufei had wrapped his legs and torso in his tentacles, and hauled him off the bed.

Duo had apparently decided to show Wufei what was insolent; as Wufei carried the thrashing Feline across the floor, he let loose with a volley of curses and insults that scalded Wufei's admittedly hardened ears. Now, where had the young Feline been going to pick up that expression?

"Such language," Wufei said as he reached the chain suite, and hooked the chain between Duo's hands to a ring in the wall. "That's something I'll have to train out of you, now that you're mine."

"Like hell I'm yours!" Duo howled, throwing his head back. "If I'm anyone's, I belong to Heero, not to some stuck-up arrogant asshole who lives in a cave and gets his rocks off on kidnapping and molesting anyone who comes wandering by!"

Wufei frowned, annoyed. Spirit was all well and good, but this was going too far. "You trespassed in my domain, without clan or protection," he growled, letting a hint of warning slip into his tone. "By all laws, that makes you mine, slave!"

Gripping Duo's hips firmly, he pulled him backwards, until the chain was taut and without slack. Holding Duo firmly in place, he reached down and picked up the short chain and manacle set into a bolt in the floor, forcefully guiding one of Duo's feet into it. He skipped the next two bolts in the row before doing the same to Duo's other foot, forcing the Feline to straddle in such a wide stance that he couldn't find his balance.

Duo snarled, twisting half over his shoulder to glare at Wufei. "Just you try telling Heero that," he snapped out. "He may not be too bright, but he's violent as hell and possessive as a mother with a fresh litter of kits! You should have seen what he did to that stupid bear -- he slashed him up and tore his throat out. If you'd seen that, you wouldn't be so quick to take something he thinks of as his!"

Duo's assertions angered Wufei, more than he would like to admit. Duo was his, damn it, no matter what this Heero person tried! Why couldn't he admit that! He delivered a sharp, stinging blow to Duo's spread rear, putting more force in it than he'd really meant to; Duo yelped and lost his balance, feet jerking at the short chains as he fell forward. He caught himself on the chain on his arms, hanging there while he caught his breath. Before he could manage to struggle back upright, something cold snapped around his neck, and he froze, eyes wide, as Wufei bent down, chaining the collar he'd just put on Duo to a ring set at the case of the wall, holding him down in this position.

Wufei straightened up,and ran his hand over Duo's back. "Now, pet," he said, his voice controlled once more. "You've well and truly earned this. Don't worry, I won't harm you... too much," he ended with a group.

Duo twisted his head, trying to look at Wufei as the dragon slithered behind him, but couldn't move his head enough. "What are you going to do, spank me?" he said sarcastically.

For a moment, Wufei considered that, eyeing the tempting globes of Duo's rear in front of him. But he decided against it; Duo wasn't braced against anything, and the impact would force him to lose his balance. Then, what? The same went for any kind of whips, and to tell the truth that would be too cruel for his fragile kitten. He smirked as an idea came to him suddenly. "No, nothing so crude," he told Duo.

Duo stiffened at the sudden gleeful note in Wufei's voice, and heard him moving away slightly, then back. He squirmed as best as he could in his bonds, but it was hard enough holding himself up in this position, and the chains had no give in them.

Duo was about to speak again, when a stinging pain suddenly spread across his back. He howled, arching his back and thrashing ineffectually against his bonds, trying to escape the pain. But after the first instant, the pain was suddenly gone, and a delicious, invasive heat spread over his back instead, going straight through his skin and warming the muscles in his back.

Something warm and liquid trickled over his skin, but he didn't think he'd been cut, and it didn't feel like blood... The searing heat came again, abating almost instantly to the delicious warmth, spreading over his oversensitized skin. To his utter disbelief, his traitor body responded to that pervasive heat, and he felt himself hardening yet again.

Groaning in denial, Duo twisted as only a cat could and glanced at Wufei, standing behind him. At the corner of his vision, he could see something long and white held in his hand, held over his back; Wufei tilted his hand, and Duo yowled with mixed pain and pleasure as the burning heat overtook him once more.





Continuation of previous part. In case anyone got confused, this section is significantly later in the series -- after they've had a little hot threesome action, and Heero has gotten some sense fucked into him, so to speak. ^^;


Even after Wufei had left, Duo continued to scratch that the elegantly carved wood, relieving his frustrations somewhat. He paused, tilting his ears to the side, but could no longer hear the faint echoing splashes as the dragon moved away.

With a sigh, he gave up on sharpening his claws and settled down, tucking himself into as tight a ball as he could manage. He was still tired, despite a full half-day of sleep, and his normally cheerful spirits were flagging.

At least, for the first time in a while, he was free to move about. Unwillingly, he glanced down to the cave floor, where Wufei had left Heero chained. He felt like he ought to be taking some sort of vicious satisfaction at the sight -- finally, the arrogant dog was getting what he deserved! -- but for some reason, it only made him feel unhappy and oppressed... as though *he* was the one chained down.

He snorted silently at his own foolishness, and hunkered down closer to the wood. Probably it was just one more wrong thing in this unfamiliar place. After all, it wasn't like he gave a damn about what Heero felt! Not after the way that dog had treated him. Whatever gave Wufei the idea that he would stay here just for Heero's sake?

Duo shifted uncomfortably; this wasn't really a good place for a nap. No, the only reason he didn't leave was because... because there wasn't anyplace else to go. It was an unpleasant realization, but an unavoidable one. The only place he had to call home was... Heero's den. That thought was a startling one, but before he could stop himself he found himself thinking longingly of the burrow, with its sturdy, plain furniture and warm nest of furs.

But he could hardly go back there without Heero, Duo thought miserably. The bed would be cold without him, and... and there would be no difference between staying there and wandering homeless through the woods again; either way, he'd be alone.

Fiercely, he pushed the traitorous thoughts away. He'd rather be alone, if that was what it took to be free, then always someone else's slave!

And yet, it seemed that in running away, he'd done no better than to trade one master for another, he realized miserably. Well, it was hardly his fault that they were both stuck here! How was he supposed to know that there was a dragon living on the borders of Heero's Territory? It wasn't like he'd gone looking for him or anything. And it was Heero's own fault if he'd decided to come after him! Now they were both stuck with this arrogant, perverted, oversized lizard.

Stupid butterfly, he thought venomously. I hope a spider ate it.

Thinking of Wufei, not surprisingly, brought a blush to his skin. Much as he'd like to blame Wufei's manipulative skills, he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed what the older man did to him. A lot. Sex with Heero had always been amazing, but this -- was a whole order of magnitude different. Wufei had many more years of experience on him, so that was one advantage he had... but as much as he hated to admit it, he probably wouldn't have responded so well to Wufei if he didn't find him so attractive.

He didn't really like to think that; in some way, it felt uncomfortably like he was betraying Heero. But Wufei was attractive in a different way -- where Heero was all raw power, strength and heat and passion, and even though he was Canine and not Feline, they were still akin, and there was the comfort of familiarity. Much of Wufei's appeal, however, sprang from the very alienness of his nature; everything about him, from his skin to his eyes to his -- Well! Those had taken some getting used to, but already he was coming to see them as natural and normal.

Not to mention very agile. Duo felt his skin heat at the memory.

But in more than just his physical appearance, Wufei was different. He was exotic and mysterious, and much as he tried not to, Duo found himself drawn to the enigma Wufei presented.

Curiosity killed the cat, he thought woefully.

Shifting position again, Duo winced as something sharp dug into his paw. He scowled at the offending splinter, and wished he hadn't been quite so enthusiastic about tearing up the wood. This really wasn't a good place for a nap. He sighed.

"Bored, are you?"

Duo started, muscles tensing as he whipped his head around in the direction of the voice. Heero, however, didn't even look up, his attention still seemingly occupied by the manacle around his wrist.

"It's not like you're the most entertaining of company," he shot back. "I could have a better conversation with the wall."

"So why don't you leave?" He did look up now, and his dark blue eyes pinned Duo to the spot. "There's no chain around your neck to keep you here."

"What, you want me to leave you alone?" Duo bristled slightly at Heero's words, especially since they struck a chord of truth. Why should he stay here?

Heero shrugged indifferently. "Do what you want. But it doesn't make any sense for both of us to be stuck here, waiting on that arrogant bastard's pleasure." Bitterness was clear in his voice. "Unless of course, you want to..."

"Hardly!" Duo snorted, nettled. But his confidence was feigned. Chewing on his lip, he looked from Heero, to the entrance to the cave, back again.

Well. He might not be sure what he wanted, but he knew what he didn't want. All this sitting around and brooding wasn't good for him.

Decision made, Duo jumped down from his perch and headed determinedly towards the hole in the roof.


Heero's heart leapt into his throat as he watched the tip of that chestnut tail disappear through the hole in the roof. In spite of his stoic words, he never expected that Duo would actually go... and leave him here, alone. For a moment, he opened his mouth as though to call after Duo, but no sound would come out for a long moment, and then he slumped back down to the floor, numb. He couldn't do it; he couldn't call out to Duo, because doing so would make plain his weakness and dependance, and... now it was too late, and Duo was surely out of hearing.

Despondent, he curled up on the cold stone floor, trying to conserve as much heat as he could. For no reason at all, the cave felt colder without Duo in it. He didn't think he'd been wrong, in telling Duo to go... there was no reason for him to stay, just so that Wufei could abuse the cat further. He'd already had enough of that, before Heero had found them. A shiver ran down Heero's spine at the thought. No, it was better for Duo to leave.

But still, secretly, he had hoped that Duo would stay... for him. It was a stupid hope, really; Duo had said himself that Heero was no better than Wufei. Why on Earth would he stay, when he could be free of both of them? He'd been hurt enough, humiliated enough already. Heero shivered in his chains. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. Now, he was the captive -- he refused to think of himself as a 'slave' -- and Duo was the free one.

What would happen to his Territory, he wondered, now that he was no longer able to patrol and maintain the borders? No doubt the surrounding Packs would take it over -- it was even odds whether they would tear down his den, or just move a new family in. He wasn't sure which would be worse. But either way, he would be back where he started four years ago; a Loner with no status, no Territory... no pack.

A low whimper forced itself from his throat, before he managed to choke it off. It was funny; he hadn't thought of himself as a Loner in months. Not since he'd met Duo.

Duo was gone now. Just like all the others in his pack; his friends... his family.

Lonely, cold, and miserable, it seemed just the icing on the cake when his stomach began to clamor for attention. He would even welcome some of that disgusting fish now, if it were here. He would even welcome Wufei's presence, if he were here.

Heero didn't know how long he huddled there, aching, when movement from the cave exit caught his eye. His first confused thought was that Wufei was returning, and would be angry to find Duo really gone this time, until he registered that the movement was from the hole in the roof, not the lake.

His head shot up, ears pricking up towards that side of the cave, and he stared incredulously as Duo cautiously picked his way down the steep, unevenly sloped walls. He was using both hands, with the bloodied carcass of a large bird held in his mouth for safekeeping.

Duo hopped down to the cave floor, and reached up to take the bird from his mouth, spitting out a feather. He smiled over at Heero, though it was a bit uncertain. "Hey... uh... you hungry?"

Dumbfounded, Heero just looked from the bird to Duo's face, not answering. Fidgeting uncomfortably, Duo looked away and started over to his side. Stopping and crouching a few feet away, he held out the bird like a peace offering. "You didn't seem to think much of the fish, so I thought while I was out, I'd get you something."

The smell of freshly killed bird slapped Heero in the face, and it was that which convinced him that this was real and not a figment of his imagination. He found his voice. "You came back!"

"Well... yeah. I figure, where else am I gonna go?" Duo shrugged uncomfortably. "I mean, I apparently have the words 'Fucktoy Free for Claiming' tattooed on my body in some kind of ink visible only to alphas. I've already collected two Masters, the last thing I need is more. So I guess I'll take my chances here."

"Idiot," Heero choked out, before his throat closed up. His chest felt like it was melting. To disguise his lack of words, he picked up the bird and bit into it, tearing out a mouthful of feathers.

Duo smiled, perking up as his offering was accepted. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he mumbled under his breath.

Unfortunately, Heero's sharp ears caught it, and he stopped, looking up from the bird. "Only if you want to be," he said, and his voice was devoid of all teasing.

"Heero, you..." Duo seemed about to say more, but trailed off, uncertain what to say. Heero, shaking his head, cut him off.

"Look, Duo..." he looked down, hunching his shoulders uncomfortably. "I mean... I can't make you do anything any more." He tugged on the chains with distaste. "But even if I were free and you weren't, I don't think... I mean... I don't think I could make you stay if you didn't want to. I'm just now realizing that."

He stopped, and looked up into Duo's surprised face with a serious expression. "You were right when you said... you said that I wasn't much better than Wufei. I guess it's my fault that we both got into this mess. But I would still... like it if... you... chose... to stay."

He forced the last words out with a great effort, and his heart beat as fast as it had been after they had faced and defeated Trant. With a great deal of effort, he snuck a glance upwards to see Duo's reaction. It seemed to mostly consist of surprise. That could be a good thing... right...?

Suddenly, in a blur of motion, the still-uneaten bird was snatched out of his hands. He gasped, panic beginning to rise in his throat as Duo grabbed it and pulled it out of his reach. He wasn't...

In a quick flurry of razor-sharp claws, bloody feathers flew everywhere as Duo efficiently plucked and dressed the bird. He ripped out a good piece of meat, much more quickly and efficiently than Heero could have done without a knife, and in another moment held it out in front of Heero's face.

Slowly, uncertainly, Heero glanced up into Duo's face, seeking permission. When he spoke, his voice was suspiciously rough. "Eat up, dog -- it seems that for as long as you're leashed down here, I'm going to be hunting for you."


waaaawwwwwww!!

Next up: sex...




warning -- NC-17 2x1. *grin*


Heero gave Duo his most withering glare as the Feline approached, but Duo ignored it. Less obviously, Heero tried to crane his neck to see what Duo was carrying, but whatever it was, it was too small for Heero to identify.

Then Duo was behind him, and the hair pricked on the back of Heero's neck as he tried and failed to twist around to get a glimpse of him. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the first touch landed, on the backs of his furred thighs. Duo didn't waste any time; his hands moved boldly up over Heero's ass, dipping down between his legs to his groin. His nerves tingled with anticipated, and Heero inhaled sharply as Duo's knowing hands fondled him. So different from Wufei's touch; his hands were warm, soft, familiar, and -- at least to his body if not to his mind -- welcome.

He wouldn't have thought he could have ever had sex again, after last night, and yet... Duo never failed to produce this reaction from him. From his scent, it was obvious that Duo was both aroused and excited, and even as angry as he was, he responded to that scent without meaning to. His breath sped up, skin heating, and Heero felt his sex growing hard and heavy. With only an inch or two of space between his skin and the cold floor, he could feel a slight draft moving across his chest and belly, and shivered again.

A half-purring chuckle sounded from behind him, as Duo increased the speed of his strokes. "You want this too, ne?" he whispered breathlessly. Unable to speak, Heero still produced an emphatically negative growl. Rather predictably, Duo ignored it.

Heero tensed hard as he felt something that wasn't Duo's hand suddenly encircled the tip of his arousal. Something cool and hard slid down his shaft, making him squirm, until it settled snugly around the base of his cock. Too snugly. Heero realized with dismay that he could distinctly feel every pulse of blood in his groin, and his heartbeat was quickly accelerating as he realized what it was. He tried to protest as Duo's hand returned to stroking his aching shaft, but was again stopped by the gag in his mouth.

"Not so dominant now, huh Heero?" Duo said smugly, over Heero's muffled protest. "You want to come, don't you, Heero? You really need to." He paused for a minute, savoring the tortured moan that Heero gave in reply. He leaned forward, bringing his face into Heero's sight range, and the wolf twisted his neck to try and see him. His smile widened. "I'll let you come Heero... if you beg me to."

Heero's eyes widened to the size of saucers as the meaning of Duo's words sank in. With the cock ring on, there was no way he could gain release unless Duo took it off. He would have to beg Duo to let him... but with the gag in his mouth, he couldn't. And that sadistic cat knew it very well.

Duo chuckled evilly, as if confirming Heero's thoughts, and in his head, Heero gave a helpless moan. He was completely at Duo's mercy... and the cat had just proved that he had none.

Duo's head vanished from his field of vision, and Heero took a deep breath, trying to steel himself. There was no way he was going to let Duo get the better of him -- not going to let that cat dominate him!. Anger and resentment rose in him, and he fostered it, letting it distract him from the heat of his skin. Duo had no right to take advantage of him when he was helpless this way! It was bad enough when Wufei did it, that rat-bastard -- but Duo should know better! He'd had that done to him too many times, already, that he shouldn't even consider forcing others like he had been...

With a cold little jolt, Heero realized that he was the one who had been taking advantage of Duo. That Duo was doing no worse to him than -- as he himself had said -- payback. Resentment and anger were washed away by a sudden confused guilt.

But it's not the same, a betrayed little whisper stayed. I trusted him... I told him...

That thought stiffened his resolve, and he deliberately lowered his head, ignoring Duo's presence behind him. He was no submissive slave. Whatever Duo did to him, he could ignore.



Duo glared at the Canine's tensed back, biting his lip to keep from screaming in frustration. It wasn't fair! This was the first chance, might be the only chance, that he could be this way with Heero, and the Canine was being stubborn. Duo had his own stubborn moments, of course, but not even he could compete with Heero in his full alpha-dominant-stubborn mode.

Not that he wasn't going to try his damndest.

He rubbed his body over Heero's, purring in the seductive way that always drove Heero crazy. It was like humping a wall. Heero's body was rock-taut and he didn't react at all to Duo's efforts; Duo found it hard to keep up the purr. He ran his hands over Heero's skin, seeking out all his lover's most sensitive places -- with no more effect than before. The only sound that filled the cavern was Heero's low, constant, furious growl.

Duo scowled. A change of plans was called for. Sliding down off of Heero's back, giving one last wriggle for good measure, he settled in between Heero's legs. He wrapped his arms around Heero's hips, bracing himself against the ground, and pulled.

Heero didn't have the leverage to resist the movement; with a startled yelp, he slid backwards, claws scraping against the stone. Duo nudged his knees apart, taking up the slack in the chain by spreading his legs wide, and Heero's hands stretched out in front of him as he was pulled to the end of the chain.

Duo draped himself over Heero's back, pinning the Canine down in the new position. He purred a little with smug satisfaction, as he felt the shiver running down Heero's spine. The Feline slowly made his way down Heero's back, rubbing his cheek along the line of bones beneath the skin. Reaching the small of Heero's back, he ran his tongue on a line between Heero's hips to the base of his thick, bushy tail. Heero arched his back, muscles bunching against the chains, when he nuzzled under Heero's tail, purring hard.

Duo took a deep breath, inhaling Heero's scent, and let it out slowly, watching the minute twitches under Heero's skin. No matter how unaffected Heero seemed to be, he couldn't hide the arousal thick in his scent. "You really are liking this," he said, half to Heero, half to himself. He went on, as much trying to convince himself as tease Heero, "In fact, you're almost enjoying it a little too much..."

A sudden increase in the volume of the low, constant growl was Duo's only warning, before Heero suddenly began thrashing, lashing out as best he could. Duo yelped and jumped backwards, his own foot getting tangled in the chain and nearly tripping. Heero's head was craned almost painfully back over his neck, delivering a piercing, fiery glare, and for a moment Duo almost reconsidered.

But then he took another breath of that alluring smell -- fury mixed with lust and just an undertone of fear -- and caught a glimpse of Heero's angry, throbbing erection, and his own resolve firmed. This might be the only chance he got, and damn it, Heero was going to enjoy this too, even if it killed him!

He pounced back on Heero, wrapping his arms around Heero's thighs, restricting his movement. Heero tried to buck his hips, throwing him off, and Duo decided he'd had just about enough of that nonsense. "Stop that," he commanded, trying to put a growl in his own voice. He tightened his grip, burying his face in Heero's lower back, while one hand sought under Heero's body and caught his balls in an uncompromising grip. "Hold still, Heero, unless you wanna tear something loose..."

Heero froze, every muscle tight and quivering, and Duo grinned in triumph. He loosened his grip slightly, changing the pressure of his hands from a threat to a massage, and didn't miss the slight trembling of Heero's legs in response. Still, he kept his grip, holding it as an unspoken threat on Heero's good behavior, as he shifted down to lean against the back of Heero's thighs.

With his free hand, he swiped Heero's bushy tail out of the way, and took just a moment to savor the anticipation, before leaning forward to run his tongue around the skin of Heero's entrance.

His sharp hearing didn't miss the barely-audible moan that fell from Heero's throat, and he smiled again as he moved to a lower target. He could get Heero, he knew he could. There were some things that not even an alpha as stubborn as Heero could resist.



Heero shuddered violently, fighting to regain control of himself, but his tenuous control slipped away as Duo pushed one finger into his ass without warning. He jerked, trying to pull himself forward with the taut chain, but Duo wrapped his free arm around Heero's thighs and pulled him back. He pushed his finger further into Heero, stretching and probing. It was uncomfortable, even with the mind-bending distraction of the heat and suction on his balls, and Heero twisted his body, trying to move away.

Then, abruptly, Duo pulled his finger out and plunged in with two; before the slight pain really registered, though, Heero flung his head back and bucked his hips as Duo found his sweet spot. Through a blank haze of pleasure, he felt Duo's mouth move away, and distantly heard a wicked laugh. His erection throbbed, aching with need for release, and for a moment, he was almost grateful for the gag Duo had forced on him. If not for that, he had no doubt he'd be begging for Duo to fuck him, anything to let him come.

In the next moment, though, that thought was washed away as Duo manipulated his sweet spot ruthlessly. He felt as though he would shake apart, or burst at the seams, and unconsciously he found himself rubbing his cock against the cold floor, trying to work up enough friction to overcome to restraint.

The torment eased for a moment, and Heero had just time to draw a shaky breath before Duo added a third finger to the two he'd been using before. Snarls and unintelligable curses welled up in his throat, muffled and garbled by the gag.

"What are you saying, Heero?" Duo said, the false innocence in his voice betrayed by the husky undertone. "I don't understand you. Why don't you speak up?"

Even if he weren't gagged, Heero didn't think he could have answered; he was too busy trying keep what was left of his sanity. Not that Duo was waiting on an answer. "Oh! Is that all?" He continued, just as though Heero had given him an answer. "Well, why didn't you say so before?"

Finally! -- he removed his fingers, moving his hands over to stroke Heero's hips. Feeling as boneless as if he'd been sick with a fever for months, Heero entertained a moment of hope. Surely he'd be satisfied now, and have mercy...

His hopes were shattered with Duo's next gleeful words. "If you wanted me to fuck you, Heero, all you had to do was ask!" His hands seized Heero's furred hips, and he was pushing himself up and in even as Heero's eyes flew open, making a startled noise of denial.

Duo's hot, throbbing cock rubbed eagerly against the crevice of Heero's ass, proof of just how much Duo himself was enjoying this. His thighs settled between Heero's, nudging them wider and spreading his ass for access. Heero had an instant of fear -- just a flash -- that Duo's inexperience and excitement would do damage, but that was all he had time for before the head of Duo's cock set against his entrance and thrust in.

Heero's muted shout was nearly drowned out by Duo's piercing, exultant cry. There was a moment's stillness, as the echoes bounced off the cave walls and died, (this is when Wufei comes in, though we don't know it until later) when all that could be heard was two harsh, irregular cadences of breathing. Then, with a low groan, Duo pulled out slightly and began to move.

His eyes tightly closed once more, Heero felt for a moment oddly lightheaded and detached. He felt foolish, now, for his instant of fear -- even in his excitement and without lubrication, Duo was being careful. He hadn't gone so far in his revenge as to cause hurt, and Heero felt some knot of betrayal loosen from around his throat. Duo was moving, if not exactly gently, not so roughly as to cause damage, and Heero found that he was excited by the roughness even in spite of his helpless position.

Having Duo inside him was nothing like Wufei's tentacles had been. His pulsing member was stiff, unyielding, almost clumsy in comparison -- but so warm. Heat flared in his groin and spread through him, erasing the lingering chill of cold stone and metal, and for the first time amidst all the tormenting pleasure, Heero began to enjoy himself.

He started moving with Duo, thrusting back in time with Duo's strokes, and by actively doing so it was thought he had regained some measure of control. Duo shifted position behind him, inside of him, stroking his hands over Heero's belly and down to grip his cock; shocks ran up Heero's spine as the changed angle brought a jolt to his pleasure spot.

Duo began to speed up, and Heero shook with every thrust, close to exhaustion from having been denied so long. He almost didn't register when Duo's fingers tightened around that damnable cock ring, tugging it up along his swollen arousal and over the head.

White light flashed behind Heero's closed eyelids, and his body clenched as his climax exploded from him. "Ah... Heero!" Duo cried behind him, thrusting one final time as Heero tightened around his cock. Throwing his head back with an exultant shout, he thrust one more time into Heero's passage, releasing his own come inside Heero's body.

Still in the grips of his climax, a sudden unidentifiable feeling of alarm jangled at Heero's nerves. Even as Duo's seed pulsed into him, his eyes snapped open, and his gaze flew across the cavern straight to the glittering black eyes of the dragon.





This part immedietely follows this part
of the story.



Slowly, as though in a dream, Wufei moved forward into the cave, leaving the water behind him. His eyes were fixed on the scene before him, drawn towards it like a moth to a flame. Heero's gaze was locked with his, seemingly frozen in place.

When he first returned to the cave, just in time to see Duo slide into Heero with a shout, he'd been too stunned to move. He had, of course, toyed with the vision of seeing his two pets play together. But the idle fancies of his imagination came nowhere near the reality.

He had not imagined that the pretty neko had it in him to be so aggressive, or the way he would compulsively rub his face over Heero's back, marking him with his scent. He had not imagined that Heero had it in him to submit this way, nor the exquisite expression on his face as he did, nor the strangled moans of pleasure that leaked out from behind the gag.

Heero had never made those sounds for him.

As he'd watched them, frozen in place, an unfamiliar emotion began to stir in him, dark and resentful. Heero had never done that... for him. Even Duo, who was a compliant lover for him, had never taken the initiative with Wufei like he was now with Heero. Why not? He was better than either of them; not to brag, but it was the simple truth... he was far more experienced and practiced than either of these hopeless young mammals could ever dream of being.

What Duo lacked in endurance, he more than made up for in enthusiasm; his cries of pleasure filled the cave, and if Heero's frantic movements were any indication, he would be just as loud if he could. --And where had Duo found that ball gag? Wufei could have sworn he'd locked that chest after he had used it last...

Heero arched his back, crying out through the gag, as he climaxed. The expression on his face was one of such perfect ecstacy that Wufei had found himself almost unconsciously drawn forward. Duo's exultant shouts were the perfect background, ringing in his ears as he moved ever so slightly over the floor.

And then Heero's eyes snapped open, and Wufei had been arrested by the intensity of the color. His eyes were still clouded with lust, but wide and alarmed, and -- for the first time since Wufei had seen the Canine male snarling on his cave floor -- vulnerable.

It was that vulnerability, even more than the sheer erotic artistry of the scene, that drew Wufei forward.

He wanted that vulnerability -- wanted it now -- with more urgency than he'd felt towards anything in a long time. His blood stirred, quickened by the mix of emotions that were running freely through his system. Heero's eyes stayed locked with his, fear showing in them increasingly as Wufei advanced. But for once, instead of warning him to stop and back off, that fear only increased his hunger.

He was close, almost close enough to reach out one tentacle and brush against that skin, when without warning Duo stepped in front of him. Wufei blinked, startled, as the Feline half-stood and half-crouched between him and Heero. "Leave him alone," Duo ordered him peremptorily. His eyes were narrowed and the fur along his spine stood up. "Don't touch him."

Wufei halted, momentarily taken aback. Duo knew perfectly well how strong Wufei was; did he honestly think he could stop him? His eyes narrowed slightly, the only outward change of expression as his emotions surged. What made Duo think that he could give him, Wufei, orders? They both belonged to him, the stubborn Canine and his spirited Feline lover, and if he wanted to take them, then by the Gods he would!

He started to move forward again; Duo flinched slightly but held his ground. Wufei realized, now that he looked more closely, that Duo was trembling sligtly behind his facade of bravado, that the same fear was in his eyes as Heero's. He glanced behind Duo, and saw that Heero had moved as close to Duo as his restraints would allow. And he saw the way that Duo was half-standing over Heero, his arms spread out posessively -- no -- protectively. Even when he knew that he didn't have the strength to physically challenge the Dragon.

That thought was enough to chill his blood again. They were afraid of him, they both were, and yet Duo still stood up to Wufei, because...

Abruptly, Wufei turned away. "Clean up your mess," he ordered Duo coolly. "Unless of course you want him to catch a cold because of your antics."

He slithered away, towards his bookshelf; he hoped that some meditative reading could calm his body and mind. He needed some time to think, to settle himself again. And he hoped that Duo would be able to take care of Heero, because right now he didn't trust himself to go near either of them.


As Wufei turned away, Duo expelled a shaky sigh of relief. Damn, that had been a close one! He'd never seen that expression of... of hunger on Wufei's face before, and it had scared him more than he cared to admit. Yet, at the same time, part of his fear had been because it was Heero that the expression was directed towards. And along with that fear, had come anger.

Still... damn! Duo cursed himself for his inattention, among other things. He turned around and knelt down, in front of Heero. Heero's eyes were closed, and his hands clenched around the chains. Duo could almost feel the fear and anger and shame radiating off him, and a fresh stab of guilt assailed him. This was partly his fault.

"Are you all right?" he said softly as he reached out to undo the buckle on the ball gag. Heero opened his mouth slowly, allowing Duo to take the gag out and toss it behind them; there were deep gouges in the wood from Heero's teeth.

It was a moment before Heero responded. "I've been better."

"I'm really sorry," Duo whispered miserably. Not only had he taken advantage of Heero, but inadvertantly exposed him to Wufei in doing so. Heero opened his eyes and looked up at him, and as he moved Duo noticed a small streak of blood coming from his mouth. He placed his fingers under Heero's chin, and swiped at the blood with his thumb.

"S'ok," Heero muttered. There were more little smears of blood on the inside of his mouth as he talked -- probably, Duo realized, from splinters of wood that had cut into his gums. On an impulse, he leaned down and kissed Heero gently, tongue flicking into his mouth to soothe the cuts and clean out the blood.

He felt Heero's muscles unclench infintesimally, and after a moment Heero's hands relaxed their grip on the chain and came up to take hold of his arms instead. Thinking that Heero might be pushing him away, Duo eased out of the kiss and pulled back a little, only to be surprised when Heero tightened his grasp on Duo's arms, not letting him move away.

"Look, Heero, I know saying sorry doesn't do much good," Duo told him. "But I promises I won't even take advantage of you when you don't want me to again."

Heero gave a long, shuddering sigh that Duo more felt than heard. "It's not that I didn't want you to," he said quietly. "It's just... I didn't want for him to watch."

"Huh?" Duo looked at him, bewildered. Heero laid his head on Duo's knees, hiding his face.

His voice, when it came back again, was muffled. "I might have wanted to do that with you someday," Heero said. "Just... somewhere alone. Where there was just the two of us, without that monster watching us every minute."

"Oh." Duo was momentarily at a loss; he wasn't used to seeing Heero this subdued, and it made him unhappy and uneasy.

He pulled Heero further into his lap and hugged him fiercely. "Well, someday we will," he told Heero fiercely. "When we get out of here, we'll go back to your den, where nobody will ever bother us, and we'll do it again as many times as you like. And I'll stay... for as long as you want."

"I'd like that," Heero whispered. His voice had a note of wistfulness in it that alarmed Duo even more. Did Heero honestly believe they wouldn't get out?

That thought frightened him. Almost without thinking about it, he crawled into the place that had always made him feel safe and secure, in Heero's arms. He felt Heero clutch him in response, almost as hungry for reassurance as he was, and snuggled closer.

For a while, they just stayed like that. The cold stone made Duo shiver, and he wondered if he dared to go pull one of the marvelous blankets off the bed. But the bed was on the side of the cave where Wufei was, and he didn't want to do anything to attract the dragon's attention to them now. So instead, he just cuddled close to Heero, and let them warm each other.

"Go," Heero whispered, after so long that Duo had thought he was asleep. "Leave here and don't look back. You can be free. You don't need all this. Get out of here."

"I can't," Duo told him, just as softly. "Not as long as you're here."

There was a long silence, and then, "Thank you."

Duo wondered how Wufei had known.







There! I'm writing! Why aren't you, Asuka, Sera? *pout*

for the rest of you who are reading this... I'm jumping forward in the evilness fic, again; this is much closer to the end, and well after everything else that's been written so far.


It was spring, and his den was open to the fresh air after a long and drowsy winter. The warm spring sunlight played through the new leaves on the trees, sending dapples of green and gold playing over the den entrance. The den itself was full and cozy, filled with comfortably-worn furniture and even a few tentative decorations. Duo sprawled comfortably in a ray of sunshine on the sleeping furs, soaking up the spring sunlight with a lazy, blissful expression on his face. Even asleep, he still had the slight smile of a content, well-fed feline, and he nestled in the bed as naturally as though he owned it.

Heero watched this peaceful, idyllic scene; his home. His Territory. His Pack, Duo... easy and restul in the sunlight and free air. A sudden, almost painful longing filled him, confusing him; if he had all this, what was missing? What was...

A sudden clamor from outside filled him with dread. He turned his head, helpless to stop it, in time to see a gang of Canines pour into the clearing, shattering the silence with yells and catcalls. Once they had been his Packmates; his uncles and kinsmen, littermates and hunt brothers, but now they were his enemy. They came through his Territory, despoiling and marking as they went.

They burst into his den, one of them ripping off the door cover and tearing it into pieces, Casually, they invaded his den, his home, smashing and destroying his furniture, defiling even the walls with their scent. They caught sight of Duo, looking confused and disoriented at this rude awakening, and their jeering, mocking cries suddenly took on a new and uglier tone. He was Feline. They were Canine. The hatred between the two was long and deep.

One of them seized Duo, dragging him off the bed, even as he gathered himself for flight. He cried out and struggled against them, seeming as small as a child amidst their bulky bodies. When he tried to fight them, one of them casually and effortlessly twisted his arm until there was a cracking sound, and his snarls of defiance turned to cries of pain.

It wasn't long before one of them found his tailband, the Canine fashioned jewelry, that marked him as Heero's, as belonging to the outcast of their clan. An ugly mutter ran among them, light glinting from their eyes and cruel fangs. As the tailband was torn away, Duo looked up and his eyes met Heero's. "Help me!" he cried. "Please, Heero, help me!"

He had to help Duo, he had to fight the intruders, defend his territory, protect his pack, he had to. He struggled to rise, to run over there and tear their arrogant throats out -- he knew he could, he'd fought them all before, he could beat them, if only he could reach them. But thick and heavy chains circled his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the ground, and the harder he struggled, the tighter they wound about him.

His howl of rage mixed with the intruder's gleeful cries, and one high-pitched shriek. Blood spattered on the floor of his Den. Fight protect save defend kill them kill them kill them kill...

The steel chains became scaled ropes, heavier than iron, looping about his limbs and twining insidiously up his arms and legs, and suddenly it was Wufei over him, pinning him down with unimaginable weight, black eyes mocking and cruel and...

When he woke, the screams and the blood were gone; but the chains were real, holding him fast, and the darkness of the cave around him was the same as the dragon's eyes.

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