ZERO PATIENCE

'Why is this taking so long?!' Natsuo whined. With a melodramatic sigh, he lowered his torso to the mattress from his position on hands and knees. Propping his forearms on one another, he heavily rested his chin on them.

'This is how we're supposed to do it!' Youji shot back. Taking up the plastic bottle, he squirted some more lube onto his fingers.

Twisting his neck, Natsuo looked back past his own nude thighs to where Youji – equally divest of clothing – knelt between his legs.

'I don't see the point. You won't hurt me.' Natsuo gave a lazy shake with his raised hips, cat tail flicking out to tickle his Sacrifice's nose.

Youji shook his head, uncharacteristically serious as he brushed the fur away from his eyes. 'Soubi said it could be dangerous if we're not careful with this. He said we should be patient, and to use plenty of lubricant.'

'Right. Right. I heard him,' Natsuo drawled. With detached interest, he traced a finger over the unfelt goosebumps that rose to his naked skin.

A sense of nervousness that was completely foreign to him stirred deep inside Youji. Never before had he felt worried to touch his bond mate. Swallowing once, he asked: 'Ready?'

Natsuo didn't bother looking back again, sounding bored as he replied, 'Sure.'

Placing a hand on Natsuo's lower back, Youji dipped his slicked fingers between the two half-globes of muscle. Swivelling his touch in decreasing circles, Youji zoned in on the other's entrance before carefully coaxing the very tip of one finger inside. Twisting gingerly, he slowly added more pressure, until he watched himself get swallowed up to the first knuckle.

They might not be able to sense pain, but the battle with Soubi had shown that their bodies were not impervious to injury. With the greatest care, Youji pushed his lubed finger deeper inside of Natsuo. Gently, he encouraged the ring of muscle to loosen with shallow thrusts, until the length of his digit was smoothly sliding in and out.

It had been several minutes of focussed ministrations before Youji inquired at a mumble: 'How's that?'

Natsuo's chin still rested on his forearms on the bed, wild hair keeping his expression hidden. The Fighter's voice was softened: 'It doesn't feel as weird now...'

'What?! F-Feel?!' Youji cried out. Instinct told him to snap back his hand, but he feared he might harm his partner with any sudden movements. He was instantly tense, not knowing what to do with the notion that he may be hurting his Fighter. 'You can feel this?!'

With a flop of hair, Natsuo looked over his shoulder. The grin he shot his lover was mocking. 'Of course not! I can't feel it!'

Youji was silent, looking sheepish while his finger remained buried deep inside his Fighter.

'Oh... Right...'

Silence again.

'Do you want me to just stick it in?'

From his bent over position, Natsuo threw up his hands. 'That's what I've been saying!'

END

Author's Note - As always: thank you greatly for taking the time to read! ^^