Ajar

Note:

This is just shameless smut. I can't get over this crack ship and I keep thinking of weird scenarios for them. This is the most explicit thing I have ever written and probably quite terrible. So that's a warning to you to stop reading right here and find something more worthwhile to peruse.

If you decide to keep on reading, you've been warned.

This is set in the universe of "A Means to an End" but you don't really need to read that first. In general terms, this is set after the series, several years after the war and both Merle and Dilandau have been staying in the same place for several months for various reasons. Their constant contact leads to a reluctant, mutual attraction and shenanigans ensue.

I've had this idea for a while and I always found it hilarious but I didn't have the guts to write or post this until this year when I figured, what the hell.

Happy birthday, Dilandau!

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Nothing gets the blood pumping quite like a good training session.

At least that was what Dilandau Albatou thought after a particularly intense afternoon practicing with his sword. The exercise had been so invigorating that he was ready to return to his room to rest a bit earlier than usual.

But as he made his way down the hall, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a most distracting sound. He was too surprised to properly identify it but when he heard it again, and louder this time, there was no doubt about what it was.

Someone was moaning.

And it was the specific kind of moaning that also got one's blood pumping.

What made it worse was that Dilandau thought he recognized that someone, only making the whole situation more unsettling. He tried not to think of her but when the moans were soon mixed with meows and purrs, the culprit's identity was all but confirmed.

Merle.

Dilandau clenched his fists and frowned. He had been trying his best these past weeks not to think of her, not to dwell on his growing attraction to the exuberant cat-girl. But how could he succeed when he heard such noises from her on a seemingly quiet afternoon?

They had been sharing the same roof for months and had reached some sort of uneasy truce. For some reason, she was constantly watching him when he practiced sword fighting in the evenings and when he had confronted her about it, she had made some flimsy excuse about making sure he wasn't up to trouble. They had exchanged tense words and lingering glances and danced around each other carefully all this time, neither one acknowledging any real interest in the other. He could not speak for her but, much to his frustration, he had become drawn to her and had begun imagining certain, stimulating situations. But he feared that he could never act on any of this and he was determined to keep his longings to himself.

But he found himself rooted to the spot as his ears were assaulted with louder and louder moans of pleasure from the clearly enthusiastic cat-girl. The sounds were coming from a nearby room, one he knew not to be hers, where the door was slightly ajar. He dared not look inside, although he was sorely tempted and he already felt an uncomfortably familiar stirring in his loins.

For a moment, Dilandau felt a pang of jealousy for whoever was eliciting such noises from Merle and then he berated himself for being so foolish. He had no right to be jealous of her lover. It was not as if there was any understanding between them though he secretly wished this was possible.

But as he listened closely, he noticed that there did not seem to be anyone with her. Even the most discreet of lovers would have made some sound. And yet, all the moans seemed to be from her alone. After a few more agonizing moments, Dilandau was sure of it. All the more did he feel that he was intruding on her privacy, albeit unintentionally. He was relieved that there was no one else in the hallway. It was mortifying enough that he was witness to what she surely preferred to keep to herself.

"I should leave her to it," he told himself, "I have no business being here."

With as much resolve as he could muster, he decided to go as far away from this maddening situation as possible. He barely managed to take a few steps when another sound stopped him.

"Oh, Dilandau!"

The man in question froze, eyes wide in disbelief.

Surely, he was hallucinating this time. He must be projecting his own desires. There was no way…

"Don't stop, Dilandau! Yes! Yes!"

This could not be ignored.

Carefully, he walked towards the room and peered through the open door. There was not much of a view so he dared to open the door a little wider. Merle continued to moan and meow, oblivious to his presence. Dilandau even managed to make his way all the way inside the room without alerting to his arrival.

He stared at the glorious sight before him.

Merle was lying on a bed, completely naked, eyes closed as she focused on her pleasure. One hand was caressing a breast while the other was busy between her legs. She writhed energetically, her moans growing louder as she continued her fantasy. And all the while, she kept calling his name.

"Oh, Dilandau, more, more!" she cried as she moved her hand faster, her fingers making circular motions around her clit.

Dilandau watched her, mesmerized, as she raised her hips and bucked into her own hand while squeezing her breast and crying for him. He had never been in such a situation before but he was not complaining. Only now did he fully realize how much she wanted him, and he was eager to reciprocate such desires.

"Fuck me, Dilandau!" Merle moaned.

Gods, he wanted to, so badly.

And yet, it was his own vanity that restrained him because he was curious to see if she would be able to reach completion simply by imagining him there. Would the mere thought of him be enough to give her an orgasm? He watched in fascination, struggling to keep his own growing arousal in check, as the beautiful cat-girl continued her eager movements.

Merle bit her lip as she moved more frantically, her brow furrowed, and her fingers moving faster around her clit. She felt herself growing closer and closer so she thrashed across the bed, her other hand now clutching at the sheets, as she pushed herself over the edge at last.

"Oh, gods, yes!" she cried triumphantly, and it was fortunate that Dilandau had somehow managed to close the door so that no one else would intrude on such an intimate moment.

With a satisfied sigh, the catgirl sank back into the bed, purring as she recovered from her orgasm. She smiled and finally opened her eyes, slowly, as she wanted to linger in her fantasy as long as she could.

She was startled by the sound of someone clearing his throat. Immediately, Merle pulled a blanket around her and tried to glare at the intruder, ready to fight, only to find herself face to face with the object of her fantasies.

"You called?" Dilandau said with a grin, trying to look as nonchalant as he could but unable to mask the desire in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Merle asked in shock, a blush spreading across her face.

"You were calling my name," Dilandau replied, knowing full well how ridiculous this sounded but not knowing what else to say, "And the door was open."

Merle looked absolutely mortified, and turned her gaze away, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. She was usually so careful. How could she have not noticed him there? She worried now that he would mock her for her foolishness and she did not know how she would bear it. He was never supposed to know but now it was too late.

"Aren't you supposed to be practicing?" she asked weakly.

"I finished a little early today," he explained. He was at a loss for words though he was eager to reassure her that she had nothing to be ashamed of.

The cat-girl seemed close to tears and she could still not look at him. "How long have you been standing there?" she whispered.

"Long enough," he replied softly before adding, "How long have you wanted this?"

Merle heard something in his tone then, something she had not expected. There was a hint of longing in the question and she made herself look at him. And the expression in his eyes confirmed it.

Emboldened by this, she replied, "Ages."

She saw him nod slightly and, to her delight, she knew she might finally have the chance to experience what she had heretofore only imagined. Her heart was beating wildly but she knew she could not let this opportunity pass.

"And now that you know, what do you intend to do about it?" she asked coyly. She bit her lower lip as her gaze turned to the bulge in his pants. This interest did not go unnoticed.

"Are you up for another round?" Dilandau asked mischievously, "This time, I'd like to participate."

Merle smiled and let the blanket fall from her figure.

"Well, come on then," she said.