Foxfire
Chapter Nine
By Pixiedust291
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The soft lips caressing down his spine felt like heaven. Alfred moaned as he felt warm palms and fingertips brush over the skin of his lower back and buttocks. A voice whispered in his ear, barely more then a haunting whisper, "Come to me."
Alfred jerked awake, rolled to his side, and unfortunately off the bed. The back of his head hit the floor with a loud crack. "Shit!" he yelled, grabbing the back of his head as he hissed in pain. He was flat on his back in the darkness with... some kind of weight attached to his leg. Leaning up into a sitting position he removed the blanket to find the kitten Arthur had given him clinging to his pajama pants for dear life. The kitten turned to look at him and meowed. Offering the feline an apologetic smile he untangled the claws from the fabric and then cradled the creature to his bare chest. "Sorry little one. Hope I didn't squish you?" As if to answer him the kitten began vibrating with the force of the purr he emitted. He got to his feet and returned to the bed, flopping backward to then stare at the dark ceiling.
It had been about four days since Arthur had just up and disappeared. Alfred glared at the shadows. He had completely expected the man to return the day after their little disagreement. When he hadn't, Alfred had stubbornly written off the man and had continued on with his job as if nothing was wrong. After the third day he had become a little more concerned. Now he was at the point where he was not only pissed about what Arthur just expected him to do but also angered at the fact that the man was just completely gone. Honestly how were they supposed to make up if the damn limey wasn't around! Alfred blushed and rolled onto his side. Did he want to make up?
The kitten mewed again and padded along his side until it reached his face where it licked his cheek "I don't know what's wrong with me." Alfred said to the cat with an aggravated sigh. "Honestly he just waltzes in and completely destroys everything I think I know, tells me that I haven't been helping people but using them, and then says that I can't stay in my home and I have to come with him to be his... sex object!" Alfred huffed and remained quiet for a few moments. The kitten mewed again. He glanced it's way and shrugged "It's not that I mind a magical world. Hell I think it's pretty awesome knowing now that the world is a whole lot more complicated and mysterious then we think it is." He smiled and couldn't help but laugh "Imagine. Science and magic coming together to explain the phenomena of the universe." He shook his head and then frowned.
"I just don't understand why I have to leave my life. If lack of control over magic is a problem then why don't I just learn to control it? I mean, Kiku lives here doesn't he? Then again... maybe Kiku can because Yao lets him." That thought just pissed Alfred off more. No one had the right to tell someone what they could and could not do. He paused, thinking back to the day he'd had a drink with Kiku. Hadn't Arthur introduced Yao as Kiku's consort? So... if consorts were the partners of Kitsune... did that mean Yao was once human? Now that was a thought that he couldn't even wrap his head around. Alfred raised his hand high in the air and turned it from side to side, examining it. It didn't look to him like he was anything but human. Yet somehow he knew Arthur was telling the truth, he wasn't human.
"If I'm not human then what the hell am I?" He whispered. He shivered, suddenly noticing how cold it was in the room. Getting out of the bed he moved to the window and raised the pleated Levolor blind.
Snow, everywhere. Thick clusters fell from the dark as ocean depths sky and gently floated to the ground as if dancing to some hidden cryptic melody. The ground was covered in a thick, white, unblemished, blanket of pure beauty. The branches on the trees were defined by at least an inch. Alfred blinked in amazement. Was winter coming early this year? There was no way he would be able to drive to work in this if it kept up. But on another note, it was more then likely that school was going to be postponed or called off entirely because of this snow anyway. Though it was still odd, he didn't remember any mention of snow in the weather reports and his students would have chattered about it if there had been. He briefly contemplated on what he should do tomorrow if it was a snow day. Maybe... he could try calling Arthur. That idea was almost instantly stomped to the ground. No, he was not going to go back to him after only a few days. He would look completely pathetic and he just knew Arthur would be smiling that smug smile of his. However, it might not hurt to find out a little bit more about what was going on with himself. He pursed his lips. Kiku was a kitsune too, right? He had seen the black ears and tail. He nodded. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. He could call up Kiku and maybe he could answer some of his questions. The man was after all a good friend.
Alfred pulled down the blind and went to the wall next to his bedroom door. With one finger he flicked down the thermostat and programmed it to on. He heard the loud whoosh of air and turned back to set the kitten on the bed. "It should be warm in an hour or so. In the meantime I'm going to take a hot shower."
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"What the fucking hell!" Standing in the shower and leaning against the glass door Alfred groaned and glared down at his stubborn erection. Perhaps a hot shower had NOT been the best idea. The moment the warm pellets of water had hit his skin his body seemed to take control of him. At first it had not been a big deal, but after twenty minutes of jerking and playing with himself without even so much as getting close to the glorious edge of release he was just about out of his mind! If he continued like this soon he'd be out of warm water and would have to settle for freezing cold. He thumbed the head of his cock in slow teasing strokes. Everything he did felt great, but none of it increasing his pleasure to that level which would reach orgasm.
It was not like him, but ultimately he gave up. Scowling, he shut off the water, opened the sliding door, and then snatched the towel from the rack. "Stupid cock ring." Alfred grumbled. It seemed wired to be complaining about something he couldn't even see. Though he knew now that just because one couldn't see something didn't mean it didn't exist.
Officially angered as much as he had ever been in his life, Alfred dried himself off, dressed himself in jeans, a red T-shirt, and his favorite brown leather jacket, and headed out the door. He did not bother to grab his keys because he had no wish to tame this winter wonderland of black ice and slush with his bike. So, he walked. As he exited his apartment he looked up at the sky and saw the morning rays just beginning to scatter a pinkish glow across the black velvet sky. He wondered where he should go. This early in the morning there would not be that many places open... except one. With a broad smile he started walking down the sidewalk. There was only one place he could think of that no matter what always put him in a good mood. Thank heaven for twenty-four hour McDonalds.
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Alfred walked back to his apartment at a much more relaxed and leisurely pace. His erection had not dwindled in the slightest, despite the cold, but at least his stomach was full. Six double cheeseburgers, a large fry, two apple pies, a milkshake, and countless refills of soda always hit the spot. Unfortunately all of his blood was now being drawn to his stomach and thus causing his outer extremities to feel a bit chilled. By the time he got back to his apartment he was nearly chilled to the bone. Alfred stripped the moment he closed the front door and tossed his slush soaked jeans back into the wash. He then took off his jacket and patted it down with a dry cloth. The soft leather could withstand the water and cold but would blotch and discolor if the water droplets remained for several hours. Shaking his damp hair he then pulled on a thick sweater and some sweat pants.
He went to his kitchen and clicked the on button of his coffee maker. "Coffee." Alfred groaned sleepily "Glorious coffee." He leaned against the tiled counter and watched as every auburn colored drip descended into the pot. He was so tired that it was almost just sheer effort to stand at the counter. Turning away he walked to his couch and laid down with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to just think of anything besides his current dilemma.
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Warmth, comfort, heat and softness stroked down his chest. It felt so nice. Alfred sighed. It felt like a hand... was this a dream?
"If that is what you wish." Arthur's voice whispered in his ear. Alfred opened his eyes to look up into the man's seductive face. His silver ears were turned forward, indicating his more pleasant mood. Breath brushed against Alfred's ear and a wet tongue swept across the pulse in his neck. Alfred groaned.
"How am I supposed to get a bit of sleep when I keep dreaming about you?" he said in a rather irritated tone.
"But, Alfred, you are asleep." Huh? He looked down at himself. He was naked and laying face up on what seemed and felt like soft satin sheets with Arthur laying to his right with one leg draped over his hips. Arthur's gaze was full of amusement and lust as his long silver tail swayed behind him. "Hello, love."
Looking above him Alfred could see the two of them were in some kind of round, canopied bed draped in dark crimson silk and piled high with pillows. The bed was considerably hard to focus on, and everything beyond the bed was completely hazy. It looked as if there were floating candles outside the curtain but he wasn't sure. The only clear thing was the British fox pressed against his side. Alfred blinked. Had he really imagined this all up? Usually his erotic fantasies took place in Hawaii, but he supposed a turn of the century looking bed with romantic ambiance was not a bad change. It especially wasn't bad when you had a sexy man gazing at you as if you were the only man on earth.
"Wow... some dream."
Arthur grinned, showing the tips of his fangs. "You know, sometimes you do say the sweetest things."
Alfred could not help but stare at his face. Despite the man's rather thick eyebrows he was still remarkably attractive. If Alfred didn't know him and had just passed him on the street he would have labeled Arthur in the category of cute. And Alfred had to admit; the fox features did not detract or lessen that attractive standing. Tilting his head to one side Alfred stared fixedly at one of the fox ears. He wondered... he reached up a hand and caught one ear between his thumb and forefinger before he began rubbing. Arthur's gasp was almost instantaneous. His eyes closed as he shivered, a pink blush coming to his cheeks.
"Don't- stop..." the rest of his words were lost as he pushed back into Alfred's touch.
Arthur suddenly reminded Alfred of a cat. So it appeared the ears were an erogenous zone to foxes. Good to know. That face Arthur was making was seriously sexy. Alfred's gaze focused on his lips. He licked his own before leaning forward and capturing Arthur's. Arthur gasped and Alfred took full advantage of the situation, his tongue pushing into Arthur's mouth and brushing against his in clear invitation. Arthur groaned loudly. He allowed Alfred to move them so that he was lying on his back with Alfred resting on top of him. Not once did they ever break the heated kiss. The leisurely and possessive strokes of their tongues wiped all thought from their minds.
When they moved apart for air Arthur was panting. His eyes were half open and his face was flushed. "No resistance?"
Alfred shrugged as he smirked "It's just a dream, right?"
Arthur blinked and his face fell somewhat "Oh, I see." He looked away and then smirked "Then you do want me, but only in your dreams?"
With one finger Alfred turned Arthur's face back to look at him "I never said that, did I?" the question was rhetorical.
Arthur expression was hopeful "Then you do want me?"
"Wanting you was never the issue. It's the other stuff I'm having difficulty with."
Arthur was quiet for a moment before he nodded "I... can understand that." He sighed "You are aware that everything I do... is because I care about you?"
Alfred paused "How can you care about me when you don't even know me?"
"I know enough, but it is my understanding that a heart doesn't really need reasons now does it?"
It was such a strange and new feeling. To look down at someone else and realize they had complete control over you and all because they cared about you and you about them. To be wanted so openly and realize you wanted them in return. Alfred wanted with strange, alluring, all be it sometimes infuriating guy. No one else, regardless of gender, made his blood race, his heart pound, excite his body, and not to mention stir up his temper quite like the man beneath him. When he was with Arthur he felt... awake and alive.
He eased between Arthur's thighs, causing the man to gasp "Alfred?!" Alfred captured his protests with another kiss. He lay on top of him, stomach against stomach, his cock a hot, rigid length alongside Arthur's. Heat flushed down their bodies in a mind-numbing, erotic wave. Alfred's brain refused to concentrate on anything but Arthur's warm, muscular body below his. God he felt so good!
Arthur spread his knees and pushed up. Curling his toes he rubbed their exposed and stiff erections together. Arthur moaned into the kiss as his ears folded backward against his head. His tail came around to sway and caress Alfred's back. Arthur broke the kiss and, reaching between them, grabbed both their cocks, stroking. "Do you want to cum?"
Alfred growled "Only if it's in you."
Arthur's eyes went wide "What?"
"I said I'll only cum if I get to cum inside you." Alfred clarified with a smirk.
Arthur's face went completely red a second before he shook his head "You must be mistaken. I am the dominant one."
Alfred raised a brow "I am not going to submit to you every damn time." He reached out a hand and thumbed one of Arthur's nipples "Besides," he said when Arthur gasped "I think you like being dominated."
Arthur shook his head as if trying to deny what was obviously true "No I bloody don't!"
Alfred's gaze hardened "Arthur... I've never known a dream to fight back before." He challenged. With that he pushed up with his hands and moved away.
Alfred's eyes burst open and he stared helplessly up at the ceiling for a few moments before he swallowed and leaned up into a sitting position. Apparently the loss of contact to Arthur's skin also meant the loss of whatever connection they had just had. Had it been a dream? Alfred didn't know.
