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Chapter 21 : Silly Masters to Not so Innocent!
Silly masters!
They make lots of noise at the wrong time and sleep at the wrong time. How dare they forget to feed him his meal?!
The black feline was hissing as it bounded up the stairs towards the bedroom of it's silly masters. The ones that were making so much noise at the wrong time. Sneaking in, black eyes peered up at the bed and wondered over how best to startle its masters awake. However, a snort from the bed made the feline retreat from the room… quickly.
Now standing at the base of the stairs, the feline face looked dumbfounded and upset. A simple noise and it was running away before wrecking havoc on its silly inconsiderate masters.
Hmph! Fine, it would seek out its favourite master, the one that was quiet and had black shiny mane like him.
Sneaking into the room that had become the poor master's abode for the past few weeks, a shiny nose raised to the air and sniffed. There were two scents. One of the favourite master and the other of… the other master who was sensible most of the time.
Growling low in its throat the feline jumped onto the side table to look down onto the bed. Black and brown manes met the inquisitive black eyes.
"…meow…" a soft cry. Since when did the brown maned master change sleeping arrangements?
Not a stir from the bed.
Huffing a little upset, the feline jumped down and headed towards the door. It was not going to get its meal this time, so maybe it could find something outside? Or if not, it could just break something in the kitchen to get fed.
Hissing a little irritated, the little feline wondered why all its masters insisted on changing their sleeping arrangements whenever they felt like it? And since when had the brown maned master started giving off scents of wanting to mate with his favourite master?
Stepping out into the garden to scrounge around for food, the last thought running around in that little confused head was, it hoped the brown maned master would not hurt its favourite master.
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His internal clock was telling him it was way past his waking up time. His ears were telling him the birds had been up for a while and were creating a racket over the new day.
For the first time in his life, he wished he did not have that darn internal clock. He was finally warm and safe and happy and tired… really tired and he was not going to give all this up just to get up for a new day.
… wait a second. He was… warm… very warm! What the--?!
Cracking his eyes open slowly and keeping his breath and heartbeat steady as if still asleep, he took stock of his surroundings. He was safe alright. Safe right in the arms of Heero Yuy.
Opening his eyes more, he realised the position he was in and blushed to his roots. Arms and legs entwined with Heero's, he was practically using the Japanese pilot as a pillow. Granted the Wing pilot made an excellent pillow, a great substitute for his panda, but still… this was awkward. Especially when he felt his body react to the bare chest and hard muscled body beneath.
Argh! He should really not pay attention to all that. This was Heero. The perfect soldier. Who was surprisingly a pervert and had a sex drive, if the amount of porn filled disks upstairs was any indication at all. The perfect soldier with the delightful musk scent that sent delicious tickles down Wufei's spine.
Taking in a deep breath of Heero, his nose nuzzled more into Heero's neck and inhaled appreciatively. No! Wait! What on earth was he doing?! Feeling his body react and heat with the delicious scent still running through his nose, he tried to jerk away from the sinful body of Heero Yuy.
Tried being the operative word. Wufei had not budged an inch. He was able to prop himself up, one strong and one cast encased hand, pushing at the strong broad shoulders. However that only let him peer down into the slack face of the Wing pilot and that was the most of his movement capability.
Huffing in impatience, he rested his elbows on that warm chest and stared into Heero's peaceful face. His mind running a mile a minute, trying to gather all that had happened last night worriedly. Since when did the perfect soldier not jump up and out of bed with a pistol in his hand at the slightest sound or movement? Was the Japanese pilot drugged?
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Last night. They had played the kissing game. As the images and the sights and sounds filled his head, he groaned in embarrassment and disgust and rage as his face flushed some more.
He had kissed everyone! Oh how he had enjoyed it! Kissing Heero. Kissing Quatre and Duo … but Trowa was cheating! That tall green eyed cheater in kissing… he felt shivers run down his spine as he thought of the predatory look that Trowa had on last night. He huddled down closer to Heero's chest and towards the warmth and virtual safety from the Trowa in his memories. The arms around him tightened reflexively and seemed to give Wufei a sense of belonging and security.
Exhaling softly he looked into the slumbering face of the man he had practically attacked last night. Dark long lashes dusting over high slightly pink cheekbones, a confident nose, delectable and strong lips open a little and that stubborn determined chin. Heero was gorgeous; there was no doubt about it. Wufei had heard all the women at office gush over him. They would all dreamily sigh and wish he would have his wicked way with them. No shame in those women. Wufei despised that duplicity. Pretending to be hardworking and worthy of their positions when really they were looking for sex partners.
A soft sigh escaping from Heero's lips had Wufei refocusing on his human pillow. Mostly focusing on those lips, Wufei went through all the scenes of last night. The Wing pilot had not taken advantage of him at all, especially when Wufei shamefacedly had done the very same thing as those women, throwing himself to be taken advantage of.
Two delicate eyebrows drew together while Wufei worried over nonsensical thoughts and squabbled within his mind.
Maybe Heero was not into men?
His porn collection said otherwise.
Okay, so, maybe, Heero had a sex partner or a lover?
Duo had mentioned last night about Heero not getting any for a long time now.
How much exactly was a long time?
A … year?
So Heero was horny?
Yes, and going by his porn collection, he was very horny.
Horny he may be, however Heero never took advantage last night.
… maybe … he was being honourable?
Or maybe Heero was not interested in someone like the Chinese youth?
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Or maybe Heero thought of the Chinese youth as someone like a brother?
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Or maybe Heero thought the Shenlong pilot was too innocent, just like Trowa?
…inn-innocent?!
Another sigh escaped from Heero's gorgeous mouth and a tongue came out to lick at those luscious lips.
Dark eyes gazed at it all, train of thought broken, and latching onto the 'innocent' part and wanting to prove how absurd that was. Wufei had to prove his mettle… he was going to kiss those darn lips… yes that was the right thing to do.
Thinking that, Wufei lowered his head to brush first a finger over those damp lips watching as it dipped a little into that moist cavern. Feeling his body heat up, the Chinese teen moved his finger away and lightly brushed his lips against Heero's. Pausing after that, he held his breath over the Japanese youth. Heero still slept.
Getting more confident, Wufei suckled on the bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth, nibbled on it a little, and let go, repeating the process, teasing himself with the texture, the scent and the feel that was all Heero Yuy. His tongue came out and licked at the Wing pilot's bottom lip, the upper lip and then teasingly delved into the mouth touching some of the Japanese pilot's teeth. A soft sigh escaped from Heero and Wufei captured it in his mouth. Wanting more, Wufei meshed his lips over Heero, and teased open the Wing pilot's mouth to taste more of the attractive pilot.
Wufei sank into the joy of kissing Heero. Craving more, he lightly rubbed his body over Heero's. Even with the limited mobility, his body was reacting and delighting in garnering the same response from Heero. Letting out a muffled moan, Wufei dug his fingers into the Wing pilot's sleepy mess of hair and tried to taste more of the Wing pilot.
The arms around his waist tightened and then, one arm moved downward, to fondle his bottom, while Heero's lips reciprocated in the passionate kiss. Tongues battled, breathing became excited pants and gasps, the bed creaked under the twin movement of bodies rubbing against each other loosing themselves in the sinful bliss of that kiss. Parting for breath, Wufei watched Heero under his heavily lidded eyes. Shivers ran down his spine again as he was met with a half-lidded predatory Prussian eyed gaze that seemed to see right through him, into him even, making him whimper in delight and trepidation. Shutting his eyes, he kissed Heero again grinding his body onto the erection he felt below him, wishing the Japanese pilot would understand and provide what it was he needed. If he didn't … if he didn't…Wufei would not know what to do!
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Heero gasped appreciatively, as he felt Wufei start to grind against him with vigour. Ordinarily, this would be a great way to wake up.
Ordinarily. He was not complaining; if Wufei wanted him that was great, it was better than great. But Heero wanted things to move in a particular pattern, and when they skipped certain steps and jumped around, he was not exactly pleased.
He had made plans damn it! He had decided how he was going to seduce Wufei. He had every single detail and mission planned… well sort of. However, nowhere did it include Wufei waking him up with a passionate kiss and humping. Not to say that it was heavenly. It was even better than his wet dreams. He had almost relegated this to a wet dream, until he had started taking part and promptly realised the Wufei writhing on top of him was real. Very real.
Those moans and gasps were enough to make a hot blooded male boil, and Heero was at boiling level. Then his brain caught up with the lust and made him realise, he had to slow things down. He did not wish for Wufei to do this on the spur of the moment and regret it later. The Chinese youth was a 'jump-in-first-ask-questions-later' kind of guy, and Heero wanted so much that this would not lead to one of those massive regrets that plagued the ebony haired youth.
Pulling away and twisting and turning his body, he moved Wufei under him, taking away most of the power and control away from the Shenlong pilot and tried to calmly gaze into the heavily lidded passionate dark eyes.
"Hey…" his sleep lust husky voice rasped out, and he winced inwardly at that. That was anything but sexy, but Wufei really had thrown him for a loop there.
Clearing his throat he tried again, "Not that this is not a great way to wake up…" amusement danced in his eyes as he took in the darkening blush dusting the Chinese youth's cheeks, "what's this all about?"
Control, control, it was all about control, and not about jumping Wufei's bones right—oh no, don't lick your lips so seductively like that. Wufei really was a certified weapon, Heero groaned inwardly.
"…I…" Wufei whispered.
"Hmm," lightly stroking against the Shenlong pilot's jaw.
A strangled gasp, which turned into glare when Heero chuckled lightly, dark eyes, still heavily clouded in desire stared at him and shyly muttered, "I'm not that innocent, you know…"
Huh?! Come again?
The finger that was teasing Wufei's jaw stopped.
Not innocent… wh-what?!
Face an impassive mask, Heero raised an eyebrow asking Wufei to elaborate that point.
Tongue again distracting him by licking those lush lips, those now moist lips started moving in a drugging manner that Heero fought hard to understand what was being said. After a minute or two of not comprehending what was being said, and those lips turning out to be quite distracting, Heero decided talking was overrated and promptly shut those sinful lips by capturing them in his own.
Besides Heero seemed to grasp the meaning that Wufei was indeed interested in kissing the Wing pilot and that was all that mattered at the moment, oh right, and the Chinese pilot seemed to think he was in pain and Heero was the only one that could do something about it.
Hmph. And he was trying to tell Heero he was not innocent!
Slamming the door on unnecessary thoughts, Heero dragged Wufei into a passionate kiss while stroking the Chinese youth's chest, hips, thighs, face, all the while increasing the heat between their bodies.
Then reaching between their bodies, making sure that Wufei's injured arm was out of harm's way, Heero slipped his hand into Wufei's boxers and caught hold of the stiff rod there. Squeezing gently, he swallowed the squeal of pleasure from Wufei into his mouth and continued to drive the Chinese youth to distraction. Building the desire deep within that writhing mass of limbs below him, Heero stroked, pumped and strummed on Wufei's strings with experienced hands and mouth.
When Wufei finally crossed that bridge and peaked, Heero milked him gently, softly kissing the Chinese pilot's mouth, eyes, jaw, mumbling soothing phrases bringing him down from that high. Watching those dark eyes now sated and smiling happily at him, Heero kissed him slowly and lightly. Pulling back, he got out of bed, cleaned up Wufei, redressed the slight youth and then slid behind Wufei, spooning behind his back.
Not innocent! Hmph.
Then stiffening, he realised that was the key.
Dragging Wufei back into his body, receiving a sleepy grumble, he kissed and sucked on a spot just above a collarbone, earning a happy purr for his trouble. A quick kiss to the lush lips, Heero pulled the warm pliant body back against his, and settled back to sleep.
He had barely slept for three hours, he deserved more sleep, and so could Wufei. Besides, if the others woke up and saw Wufei in his arms, maybe just maybe they would leave him and the Shenlong pilot alone to their own romantic devices. Snorting a little in thought, Heero realised that it might be impossible for the meddlers, but it was worth a shot. And that hickey… yes… it should be a clear sign to Trowa that Wufei was his.
Happy with his progress, Heero allowed himself to fall asleep.
*Phase one : complete, Wufei responds!*
*Phase two : complete, sort of, threat may crop up again…*
*Phase three : going according to plan, can continue…*
*Phase four : hmmm… maybe it is also complete? Maybe not… have to check…*
a/n : The end is in sight. Thankfully, I seem to have had a stormy affair with this story. Thanks to everyone that reviews, you are the hope for this story moving forward, and thanks to the ones that sign up for this story alerts and favourites. It's great! That means you love it and want more!
kidishcaresh : thanks! Hope this pleases!
Frayedsoul : morning after! Glad the lemon was up to par!
Lynn252 : Wow! Thanks! I'm honoured. Not to worry….Heero has a plan!
marishka91 : LOL! Yup poor Heero…
Vashta : So many possibilities with those 3 that I have yet to wrap my head around. I shall think and let you know. Also thanks for the words, those have not been used before!