Neko-Heero; Part One ~ Heero, Control Yourself! ~
By Lady Angelfiren
Disclaimer: Who the fuck reads these stupid disclaimers anyway?!! Why am I writing one?? Oh well, you all know the drill, oh faithful readers, I donna own'um Gundam, and I never will, so back the fuck off!! Oh, and I'm not getting paid either.but wouldn't it be cool if I were??!! Feel free to send me money!!!
Warnings: Uh. heh heh. Sexy Neko-Heero??? Lime!!! As in Yaoi-type lime!!! Yeah. what else. uhhhh. I think that's it. Kinda PWP, but really Cute!! Just read, hopefully you won't be disappointed, maybe you'll even write back?? *Hopeful look*
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Neko-Heero; Part One ~ Heero, Control Yourself! ~ By Lady AngelFiren
"Honey! I'm home!" Duo called as he ran through the front door of his and Heero's current safehouse, hoping the other pilot wasn't actually mad that he'd been called 'honey.' Lately Heero would get in the worst moods! He was downright pissy! Duo wasn't about to let that stop him from being cheerful and annoying though, so through the door he bound, and up the stairs into his room.
After hearing nothing from the rest of the house, he assumed he was home alone, and so took his sweet time unpacking his stuff, and then helped himself to a luxurious shower, loving the feel of water trickling down his body as he scrubbed himself clean with softly scented body wash. He spent extra time on his hair, making sure to get every part of the long mass coated thickly with conditioner and then gave himself a scalp massage under the warm spray of water as he rinsed it out. Shivering only slightly, he wrapped his hair in one towel and his body in another and made for his room.
Finally clean, dry, and dressed, Duo went downstairs to watch TV until he was tired or somebody decided to come home. After and hour, he realized that it was quite late, and began to wonder where Heero was.
"Hmmph, figures he'd leave the day I get home." Duo grumbled to himself as he trudged dejectedly up the stairs and went to lay in his cold bed all alone. Not like it would've been any different if Heero were there, but at least he'd have the comfort of knowing there was someone else in the house! Now it was just way too quiet, without Heero's familiar snoring coming from the other room. Yes, the Wing pilot certainly did snore, sometimes so loud he actually managed to wake Duo once he was deeply asleep, which is, to put it lightly, impossible.
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About and hour after turning out the lights, settling into the soft covers, and laying completely awake, Duo heard a door groan, then the pitter-patter of feet as somebody began to creep around the house. He heard the feet go down the stairs, then there was silence for a moment, which was quickly breached by the familiar creak of kitchen floorboards. Snapping to attention, he sat straight up in his bed and kicked off the covers he'd just been getting comfortable in. Using stealth that only Shinigami possessed, Duo navigated his way down the squeaky wooden staircase without making a sound and crept up to the doorway of the kitchen.
From inside he could hear the fridge door open and close once, then the cutlery drawer being searched, and finally closed. A moment later there was a whispered "K'so!" and Duo suddenly knew who was in the kitchen. It was Heero. His voice sounded funny, kinda high-pitched and a little squeaky compared to his usually low, nasal tone, but it was undoubtedly him. How many people in America swear in Japanese? Definitely Heero.
Not wanting to lose his cover, but deciding that he would like to have the pleasure of actually surprising the normally un-sneak-up-on-able boy, Duo waited until he heard Heero fumbling around on the kitchen floor to pick up whatever cutlery he'd dropped, and stepped into the dimly lit room.
"Hey Heero, what chy'a-WHAT THE HELL?!!" Duo stopped mid step when he saw the Japanese boy.
Heero was kneeling on the kitchen floor with one arm stuck under the fridge and his legs spread apart so he could reach further under. There was an adorable, if peeved scowl on his face, but that was only part of it. He had a tail. A real honest-to-God tail, and it was swishing angrily back and forth as he struggled to get his lost utensil. He also had a pair of cat ears poking up through his hair, which pivoted instantly towards the sound of Duo's shock, and stayed there at full attention. Heero looked at Duo with wide eyes, and although they were still a deep prussian blue, they were slit, instead of having a circular pupil in the middle. The one hand that Duo could see splayed on the floor beside the fridge was normal, except it appeared to have little claws instead of the traditional fingernails.
Heero's ears and tail were covered in soft, shiny-looking fur, coloured black with just the faintest hint of brown that glinted in the fluorescent lights of the now silent kitchen. He was wearing a long green tank top that clung to him a little, not really covering much of anything up, and no pants, so Duo had a _very_ interesting view of his friend, in this particular position. He did have on a pair of long white tube socks, but they were bunched up around his ankles and didn't really help in covering things.
Duo didn't move, but Heero stopped what he was doing and scrambled to get up, pulling his arm out from under the fridge and standing. He glared at Duo and actually _hissed_ as he was yanking the tank top down to cover his naked bottom half. It ended up going halfway to his knees, but Duo would not soon forget the vision he'd gotten of Heero's ass when he was bent over on the floor.
"What the fuck? Is that a costume? Heero?" Duo asked in surprise, although it was obvious that the tail and ears was definitely _not_ a costume, from the way they moved around and from their realistic colouring.
Heero looked at the floor and his feet scrunched and unscrunched in the loose white socks, tail swishing slowly back and forth until he snatched it up and began to fiddle with it in his hands. He looked so innocent and not at all Heero-ish that Duo really didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to admit that the catlike version of he fellow pilot was undoubtedly alluring, sexy even, in an awkward, naïve way. Duo felt himself start to grow hot and stir in his boxers. He didn't know if he'd be able to keep the heat from showing, and this worried him.
Heero watched the expression of shock on Duo's face with intent interest, not moving for a moment. Then he suddenly snorted angrily and crossed his arms, pointing a heated glare at Duo. The dark tail flicked distractingly back and forth, then slowly began to wrap and unwrap itself around Heero's legs, causing the braided boy's body to flush with arousal. The glare wasn't quite as powerful when Heero was sporting furry ears and a tail, Duo decided, and vowed not to let it get to him.
"Uh.Heero? What's with the cat getup?"
Heero glared some more and snorted again, clearly not intending to answer Duo's question. "Its not important." He said finally, after Duo hadn't moved for some time. He then went back to where he was preparing food on the counter and fished a knife from the cutlery drawer, probably a substitute for the one he'd dropped under the fridge. His ears were folded down on either side of his head, so that the tips pointed down and out. The glare power was heightened, but it still wasn't nearly as effective as normal.
Duo warily walked all the way into the room, wanting to pull Heero's tail, or maybe just stroke the shiny fur, but deciding against it. He drew his eyes over the other's form, noticing how clingy the tank top was, and the way that Heero's finely tuned muscles showed through it. He decided it would now be dangerous for Heero to turn around and see the bulge in his boxers, so he went up to the counter and took an avid interest in what the Wing pilot was preparing, making sure to keep himself pressed as close to the protective installment as he could to hide his desire.
Tuna sandwich. Heero was making a tuna sandwich, and he had already poured himself a tall glass of milk, which, Duo concluded, was warm, judging by the thin layer of condensation on the side of the glass.
/How very catlike,/ was all he could think of, and for once, decided to keep his mouth shut. He was going to wait until Heero spoke, but told himself to only wait so long. After all, it was very possible that Heero would just not talk, even if Duo _did_ coax him.
The cat-boy finished making his sandwich. He placed it on a plate and took it to the small kitchen table that was set up in the otherwise empty half of the little room. Pulling out a chair, he sat and began to nibble at his sandwich, taking tiny bites and chewing thoroughly. Duo noticed that his eye teeth were a little pointy, but not like fangs or anything, just very fine and very sharp. He sat down across from his partner, hoping to get a word out of him that did not concern the obvious erection he had in his shorts.
"So Heero, you're half cat or something? C'mon! tell me what's goin on!" Duo really didn't know what to say. He couldn't think straight, and didn't want to piss Heero off anymore than he apparently already had. Tossing the Japanese boy a grin he chucked to himself. "So now I can call you Neko- chan?"
This earned an angry glare from the other, and he put down his sandwich to take a long gulp of milk from the glass. His free hand was facedown on the table, and Heero was slowly drawing scratches in the cheap plastic surface with his little claws. He could not have looked more irritated, but this didn't phase Duo one bit. He beamed a smile at his disgruntled comrade and waited eagerly for him to say something.
"Shut up, baka. Iie, you will not call me Neko-anything. Mind your own business." With that Heero finished his sandwich in silence and drank up all the milk, then started to suck on the ends of his fingers one by one until he was satisfied that they were clean. Finally, the cat-boy rose and put his dirty dishes in the sink, then strode out of the room without so much as a glance at Duo.
So of course, Duo followed him. He vowed silently that he would get to the bottom of this before morning, and nothing was going to stop him. /Heero thinks _he's_ stubborn? Wait until he tries contending with me!/ Duo grinned evilly as he trailed an angry Japanese pilot to his room. Arriving, the other boy slammed the door in his face and Duo could hear him stalking through the room, and eventually laying down on the bed with a creak of springs, and then there was nothing. Duo stood outside of Heero's door for a few minutes, wondering if he was going to say anything, or if he actually expected Duo to just leave. Heh heh, right, like that'd happen ever.
"Heero-kun! I'm coming in! What's up with the cat thing!? C'mon, man, you gotta tell me! I'm dyin to know here!" Trying the doorknob, Duo was not surprised to find it unlocked; Heero knew better than to bother locking a door to keep Duo out, he was quite an accomplished lockpicker, so there would be no point. The room was mostly dark, save the thin sweep of moonlight that lanced palely through the open window and onto the bed, illuminating the figure of Heero, curled up in a comfortable looking ball with his tail wrapped in front of him, the furry tip flicking up and down lazily. Duo didn't want to break the silence that had settled over the room so he went quietly over to the bed, where he was being ignored by his partner, and sat down in a careful, almost ginger manner. One of Heero's ears perked a little and pointed towards him, but the strange boy made no more movements to show that he was even awake, much less listening to Duo.
To say the least, the braided boy was piqued with interest and curiosity. He gave in to his inquisitive nature and raised a hand toward the ear that was pointed to him, going very slowly, so as not to anger the moody Wing pilot. A soft tuft of fur touched his fingertips, and he made a mental note of the feeling, like very fine wisps of silken thread, sliding easily from his hesitant fingers as soon as he'd clutched at it for a moment. Of course, this lingering touch only made him crave more, and so he trailed a single digit down the line of Heero's strange new ear and when he reached the base of it he was mildly surprised to find that it was very much a part of his friend's anatomy; there were no indications of any sort of surgery or costume. Blood beat warmly through the thin, fur-covered flesh at the base of the ear, and Duo couldn't help but rub the spot, wondering what Heero's reaction would be.
The tail that had been snapping back and forth while staying curled around Heero's face and hands, swayed more fully and flicked over into Duo's lap, curling this way and that, even snaking around the curve of his waist for a few moments. Duo was surprised, and stopped scratching behind Heero's ear quite suddenly, staring in confusion at the furry, dark brown tail in his lap instead. A disgruntled snort brought him back from his glazed stare, and a nudge from Heero's head, pushing against his hand in a gesture that demanded he continue his scratching, which, of course, he did.
A few minutes passed in this manner, Heero's tail swishing happily as Duo rubbed behind his ears. Then, the movements stopped once more, and Heero looked up with an angry little noise escaping him. Duo just stared at his transformed friend, wondering where the real Heero was.
"Um.Heero? Were you.purring?" There was innocent confusion in Duo's large violet eyes, and then a small smile appeared, tugging at the corners of his mouth until he brought himself to bear a full-wattage grin in the cat-boy's direction. He started scratching again, and was very pleased (not to mention aroused) when he heard the steady thrum of a cat-like purr coming from Heero. The Japanese pilot had turned to face him, giving better access to his ears, although his tail wasn't long enough to reach all the way into Duo's lap in this position. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attentions that Duo bestowed on him, and he continued to purr loudly as he inched slowly closer to Duo until he was laying his hands and head in the American's lap.
One clawed hand scratched lightly at Duo's faded jeans, tickling more than actually hurting, as Heero's fingers drew thin patterns on him in a lazy manner. Duo began to be uncomfortable with his changed friend's proximity; he didn't know what Heero wanted from him, and didn't want to make a wrong move.
"Heero? What's going on with you, and what do you want to happen here? You.don't usually act like this, so I really don't know what to expect from you." Duo stopped scratching and began to stroke Heero's hair with a gentle hand, urging the other pilot to talk to him. Heero looked up at Duo from the Deathscythe pilot's lap, slit eyes wide and showing little more than mischief and arousal. Duo couldn't read the strange expression clearly, it wasn't anything he was used to seeing in the normally cold boy.
He sweatdropped when a thin smile curved onto Heero's lips and the finely clawed hands came up to undo the top button of Duo's nightshirt by slicing it off in one clean motion. A small gasp escaped the braided boy, as Heero maneuvered himself so that Duo was lying back on the bed, with the Wing pilot's weight pressing on his thinly covered chest. Heero leaned in low over his face and licked the shell of Duo's ear, then began to speak, blowing cool breath on the wet spot as he did.
"I have no idea why, but you are very.desirable, Duo Maxwell. And I'm," he leaned right down to whisper directly into the stunned American's ear, soft hair brushing Duo's cheek as he did this, "I'm hot for you, Duo."
Heero turned his head a little and licked Duo's nose, then smirked, his strange eyes glazed with heat and desire. He pressed his lips firmly to Duo's, quickly prying the braided boy's lips apart with his tongue and drinking deeply. Duo couldn't help but kiss back, and he brought a hand up from the bed, wrapping his arm around Heero's slim waist and pulling him closer. Heero responded with a deep purr. He pushed his tongue against Duo's, tasting him even as he worked a hand down between them to not-so- gently twist a nipple.
Duo gasped and arched his back on the bed, giving Heero a chance to slide one arm under him and flip him onto his stomach. The DeathScythe pilot was alarmed for a second, but as Heero slid onto him without removing his shorts he calmed somewhat. He could feel his growing erection pressing into the bed, and shivered as the cat-boy swished his tail across the bare backs of his legs. Heero suddenly grabbed at the collar of Duo's shirt and pulled it clean off his back, arms sliding easily through the sleeves as the cat-boy yanked.
Heero lay over Duo's back and let the startled American feel his arousal pressing firmly into the small of his spine, even through the Spandex shorts. He breathed hotly over the back of Duo's neck and voiced a contented little sound that was halfway between a purr and a growl. He nudged Duo with his face and affectionately licked the other boy's ears as Duo slowly relaxed into Heero's affections, voicing a contented sigh as talented, eager fingers touched him.
Heero turned Duo over and kissed him again, this time only attending to his mouth for a few moments before trailing down his face and neck. He sucked on the salty flesh of Duo's throat and kissed each of the braided pilot's collarbones hungrily, tail brushing over Duo's barely contained erection in an unbearably light motion. Duo groaned as Heero's skillful mouth reached his nipples and latched onto one of them, sucking at first, then pushing at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue. He pinched the other between thumb and forefinger, twisting gently. The combination of small pain and unfamiliar pleasure made Duo's chest tingle with feathery fire.
Next Heero licked the hollow above Duo's bellybutton, drawing his tongue over the sensitive space and making Duo's dribbling penis twitch with anticipation. Abandoning his co-pilot's blushing nipples to the cool bedroom air, Heero put one hand on either side of the boy's ribs, holding him just above the waist with a firm grip. His fingers pressed lightly into Duo's back as his thumbs felt the slight ridges between each rib. The skin under his hands was perfect, firm and soft. It was especially pale in the wash of moonlight that spread over the two boys s they gave or received affections respectively.
Soft brow hair and furry dark ears randomly brushed over Duo's chest as Heero moved his head lower, dipping his tongue into Duo's bellybutton and clamping his teeth down gently on the bit of flesh he could grasp with them. Duo's reaction was immediate; he bucked his hips up and thrust his member against Heero's, exacting a startled, but pleased groan from the cat- boy, who released the skin he'd been biting.
Heero moved his hands and teeth lower, pulling off the other boys shorts as he lifted his hips helpfully. The thin boxers only wend halfway down Duo's legs, but Heero was already burrying his nose and face in the soft nest of brown curls where the American's legs joined together. He inhaled Duo's scent, purring and growling to himself as he felt his erection pulse with need. Duo smelled exotic, wild, and horny. Heero nearly came just thinking about how good the DeathScythe pilot smelled. He put his hands on Duo's legs and kissed the tip of his drooling erection, licking away the droplets of pre-come with an eager tongue.
Flicking his tail again, Heero consumed Duo completely in a single gulp, struggling not to gag on the swollen organ in his throat as he got used to it. Working his throat as much as he could, the Japanese pilot swallowed repeatedly as Duo's hips tried to buck forward in his grasp.
"Shit!" Duo exclaimed as he felt Heero take him in. His eyes fell shut and he grabbed at the bed sheets as the Wing pilot worked his throat around him and growled into him. The tiny vibrations of Heero's voice sent him into throes of pleasure, and before he knew what was happening, he was coming into Heero's throat, moaning his name loudly. Heero swallowed the milky seed greedily, licking every last drop from around his lips and sucking off Duo's softening member.
Duo lay back on the bed, eyes shut, thinking over what had just happened. /What the hell? Heero never even talks to me, and here he goes being all horny and hot? Something isn't right here./ His musings were interrupted by Heero, who crawled onto him and began to kiss his lips. Duo could taste himself in Heero's mouth when the cat-boy slipped his tongue in, and the thick purr in Heero's throat thrummed invitingly into Duo. He didn't feel aroused anymore, however. Heero wasn't himself. Pushing the Wing pilot off of him, Duo sat up and frowned.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Since when do you go around giving your friends blow jobs, Heero?"
The boy in question just looked at Duo in confusion and pouted adorably, his purring coming to an abrupt halt. He glared down at the floor and whispered, "I don't know. I can't control it. Relena.did something to me."
"Relena?" Duo was shocked to hear this, and waited for Heero to continue.
"She was.like this too. She jumped me and started biting me and trying to kiss me. That was a few days ago, when you were on your mission. I had gone over to her current residence on a brief mission. When she saw me, she attacked. I pushed her off, but she'd scratched and bitten me in a few places before I even knew what she was trying to do. I finished my mission and came back here, took a shower and went to bed. The next morning I woke up, and everything was different."
"You mean Relena turned you into a horny cat-boy? What a bitch! What else is different? Can you still go on missions and pilot Wing and stuff?"
"I don't know. I.don't think so. The first day, all I noticed was the ears, claws, eyes, and tail. By the first night, I was getting cravings for tuna sandwiches and warm milk, and the morning after that I had trouble accessing my laptop. Like, all the codes and passwords and stuff? I couldn't understand them! It took me an hour to check if I had any new missions, because I didn't understand my own codes. Last night, I didn't sleep almost at all, and I remember getting really restless and pacing around the room for awhile before I finally just gave up trying to sleep and cleaned all my guns instead. And then today, I couldn't make myself care about anything that was going on, I really didn't care that I had to check my mail, I just napped and ate and did nothing all day. And when you got home, I hadn't decided what I was going to do yet, so I stayed in here until I thought you were asleep. Then when I saw you downstairs, it was everything I could do to stop myself from jumping you on the kitchen table, and by he time you got up here, I was completely out of control. And I would have kept going too, except you distracted me just now by making me talk, and now I think I'm better for awhile, but I still don't have much control, and I don't want to make you do something that you don't want to do. I'm sorry about what just happened, Duo."
Duo stared at Heero, completely shocked by the situation. "So.this is permanent? And you don't even know exactly what's going on yet, and to top it all off, you could be contagious? I'm sure this isn't the right time to worry about it, but did you.bite me at all, or scratch me before? I think its kind of important."
Heero looked Duo over, his eyes stopping on one nipple, and again at his bellybutton. He brought a finely clawed hand up to brush over the fresh toothmarks in each place, then he looked into Duo's eyes with a face that screamed apology. He got up and left the room, silently padding over the plush carpet and out the door.
"Heero, wait!" Duo exclaimed, then ran after him. He found Heero in the bathroom, looking through the medicine cabinet for something. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for disinfectant cream to put on those, maybe it'll stop you from ending up like this." Heero looked mildly annoyed with Duo, flicked his tail, then went back to looking. Duo watched him pick up a tube, look at it, then put in back down. Then he'd pick up another tube, and another, and another. After he'd picked up the Polysporin three times, Duo went over and took it off the shelf, squirting a little on his finger and rubbing it into the tiny tooth marks. Heero watched him with interest, then closed the tube and put it back on the shelf when Duo handed it to him. They walked back to Heero's room together, Duo with a question burning on his mind that finally came out when they both sat on the bed.
"Why didn't you give me the Polyspirin the first time you picked it up?" He said with as soft a tone as he could manage.
Heero looked down at the bed. "I.couldn't tell all the big words apart.they looked too similar, and the tubes all looked alike. Sorry."
Duo wasn't sure what to say.this was pretty serious if Heero was having trouble reading and telling things apart. And he looked uncommonly depressed too. "Don't worry about it Heero, you'll be ok, we just have to figure out how to get you back to normal." Duo put his arms around Heero and hugged him, then scratched him behind an ear until he purred happily. He said goodnight and went to sleep in his own bed.
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After Duo was almost all the way asleep, he heard a timid knock on his door and Heero's voice quietly saying his name.
"Nnnghh.Heero? Come in." he rasped sleepily and listened as the door opened and Heero came in almost noiselessly. "What's wrong?" Duo asked, alarm seeping through him.
"Uhm.could I sleep in here? Its not working in my bed.please?"
"Huh?" Duo asked brilliantly, not sure he'd actually heard Heero Yuy say 'please' to him. "Oh.sure. Whatever. G'night." Duo rolled over on his side to give Heero room, and closed his eyes again. Heero crawled lightly onto the foot of Duo's bed and curled into a ball, nuzzling into the covers and swishing his tail happily as a quiet purr started unintentionally in his throat. They were both fast asleep before either thought much about it.
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To Be Continued
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So, what do people think? I was planning on just making this a one part ficlet with an actual lemon, but then I had to go and get an idea, so now I've go a whole fic on my hands!!! But it will probably be short, I already have the next part ready to post, but I'm gonna wait a day or two, 'cause I don't know when I'll be done writing part three.
I would really appreciate feedback!!! I always do, but I'm pleading now, please send some! Neko Heero would love to hear from you!!!
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By Lady Angelfiren
Disclaimer: Who the fuck reads these stupid disclaimers anyway?!! Why am I writing one?? Oh well, you all know the drill, oh faithful readers, I donna own'um Gundam, and I never will, so back the fuck off!! Oh, and I'm not getting paid either.but wouldn't it be cool if I were??!! Feel free to send me money!!!
Warnings: Uh. heh heh. Sexy Neko-Heero??? Lime!!! As in Yaoi-type lime!!! Yeah. what else. uhhhh. I think that's it. Kinda PWP, but really Cute!! Just read, hopefully you won't be disappointed, maybe you'll even write back?? *Hopeful look*
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Neko-Heero; Part One ~ Heero, Control Yourself! ~ By Lady AngelFiren
"Honey! I'm home!" Duo called as he ran through the front door of his and Heero's current safehouse, hoping the other pilot wasn't actually mad that he'd been called 'honey.' Lately Heero would get in the worst moods! He was downright pissy! Duo wasn't about to let that stop him from being cheerful and annoying though, so through the door he bound, and up the stairs into his room.
After hearing nothing from the rest of the house, he assumed he was home alone, and so took his sweet time unpacking his stuff, and then helped himself to a luxurious shower, loving the feel of water trickling down his body as he scrubbed himself clean with softly scented body wash. He spent extra time on his hair, making sure to get every part of the long mass coated thickly with conditioner and then gave himself a scalp massage under the warm spray of water as he rinsed it out. Shivering only slightly, he wrapped his hair in one towel and his body in another and made for his room.
Finally clean, dry, and dressed, Duo went downstairs to watch TV until he was tired or somebody decided to come home. After and hour, he realized that it was quite late, and began to wonder where Heero was.
"Hmmph, figures he'd leave the day I get home." Duo grumbled to himself as he trudged dejectedly up the stairs and went to lay in his cold bed all alone. Not like it would've been any different if Heero were there, but at least he'd have the comfort of knowing there was someone else in the house! Now it was just way too quiet, without Heero's familiar snoring coming from the other room. Yes, the Wing pilot certainly did snore, sometimes so loud he actually managed to wake Duo once he was deeply asleep, which is, to put it lightly, impossible.
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About and hour after turning out the lights, settling into the soft covers, and laying completely awake, Duo heard a door groan, then the pitter-patter of feet as somebody began to creep around the house. He heard the feet go down the stairs, then there was silence for a moment, which was quickly breached by the familiar creak of kitchen floorboards. Snapping to attention, he sat straight up in his bed and kicked off the covers he'd just been getting comfortable in. Using stealth that only Shinigami possessed, Duo navigated his way down the squeaky wooden staircase without making a sound and crept up to the doorway of the kitchen.
From inside he could hear the fridge door open and close once, then the cutlery drawer being searched, and finally closed. A moment later there was a whispered "K'so!" and Duo suddenly knew who was in the kitchen. It was Heero. His voice sounded funny, kinda high-pitched and a little squeaky compared to his usually low, nasal tone, but it was undoubtedly him. How many people in America swear in Japanese? Definitely Heero.
Not wanting to lose his cover, but deciding that he would like to have the pleasure of actually surprising the normally un-sneak-up-on-able boy, Duo waited until he heard Heero fumbling around on the kitchen floor to pick up whatever cutlery he'd dropped, and stepped into the dimly lit room.
"Hey Heero, what chy'a-WHAT THE HELL?!!" Duo stopped mid step when he saw the Japanese boy.
Heero was kneeling on the kitchen floor with one arm stuck under the fridge and his legs spread apart so he could reach further under. There was an adorable, if peeved scowl on his face, but that was only part of it. He had a tail. A real honest-to-God tail, and it was swishing angrily back and forth as he struggled to get his lost utensil. He also had a pair of cat ears poking up through his hair, which pivoted instantly towards the sound of Duo's shock, and stayed there at full attention. Heero looked at Duo with wide eyes, and although they were still a deep prussian blue, they were slit, instead of having a circular pupil in the middle. The one hand that Duo could see splayed on the floor beside the fridge was normal, except it appeared to have little claws instead of the traditional fingernails.
Heero's ears and tail were covered in soft, shiny-looking fur, coloured black with just the faintest hint of brown that glinted in the fluorescent lights of the now silent kitchen. He was wearing a long green tank top that clung to him a little, not really covering much of anything up, and no pants, so Duo had a _very_ interesting view of his friend, in this particular position. He did have on a pair of long white tube socks, but they were bunched up around his ankles and didn't really help in covering things.
Duo didn't move, but Heero stopped what he was doing and scrambled to get up, pulling his arm out from under the fridge and standing. He glared at Duo and actually _hissed_ as he was yanking the tank top down to cover his naked bottom half. It ended up going halfway to his knees, but Duo would not soon forget the vision he'd gotten of Heero's ass when he was bent over on the floor.
"What the fuck? Is that a costume? Heero?" Duo asked in surprise, although it was obvious that the tail and ears was definitely _not_ a costume, from the way they moved around and from their realistic colouring.
Heero looked at the floor and his feet scrunched and unscrunched in the loose white socks, tail swishing slowly back and forth until he snatched it up and began to fiddle with it in his hands. He looked so innocent and not at all Heero-ish that Duo really didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to admit that the catlike version of he fellow pilot was undoubtedly alluring, sexy even, in an awkward, naïve way. Duo felt himself start to grow hot and stir in his boxers. He didn't know if he'd be able to keep the heat from showing, and this worried him.
Heero watched the expression of shock on Duo's face with intent interest, not moving for a moment. Then he suddenly snorted angrily and crossed his arms, pointing a heated glare at Duo. The dark tail flicked distractingly back and forth, then slowly began to wrap and unwrap itself around Heero's legs, causing the braided boy's body to flush with arousal. The glare wasn't quite as powerful when Heero was sporting furry ears and a tail, Duo decided, and vowed not to let it get to him.
"Uh.Heero? What's with the cat getup?"
Heero glared some more and snorted again, clearly not intending to answer Duo's question. "Its not important." He said finally, after Duo hadn't moved for some time. He then went back to where he was preparing food on the counter and fished a knife from the cutlery drawer, probably a substitute for the one he'd dropped under the fridge. His ears were folded down on either side of his head, so that the tips pointed down and out. The glare power was heightened, but it still wasn't nearly as effective as normal.
Duo warily walked all the way into the room, wanting to pull Heero's tail, or maybe just stroke the shiny fur, but deciding against it. He drew his eyes over the other's form, noticing how clingy the tank top was, and the way that Heero's finely tuned muscles showed through it. He decided it would now be dangerous for Heero to turn around and see the bulge in his boxers, so he went up to the counter and took an avid interest in what the Wing pilot was preparing, making sure to keep himself pressed as close to the protective installment as he could to hide his desire.
Tuna sandwich. Heero was making a tuna sandwich, and he had already poured himself a tall glass of milk, which, Duo concluded, was warm, judging by the thin layer of condensation on the side of the glass.
/How very catlike,/ was all he could think of, and for once, decided to keep his mouth shut. He was going to wait until Heero spoke, but told himself to only wait so long. After all, it was very possible that Heero would just not talk, even if Duo _did_ coax him.
The cat-boy finished making his sandwich. He placed it on a plate and took it to the small kitchen table that was set up in the otherwise empty half of the little room. Pulling out a chair, he sat and began to nibble at his sandwich, taking tiny bites and chewing thoroughly. Duo noticed that his eye teeth were a little pointy, but not like fangs or anything, just very fine and very sharp. He sat down across from his partner, hoping to get a word out of him that did not concern the obvious erection he had in his shorts.
"So Heero, you're half cat or something? C'mon! tell me what's goin on!" Duo really didn't know what to say. He couldn't think straight, and didn't want to piss Heero off anymore than he apparently already had. Tossing the Japanese boy a grin he chucked to himself. "So now I can call you Neko- chan?"
This earned an angry glare from the other, and he put down his sandwich to take a long gulp of milk from the glass. His free hand was facedown on the table, and Heero was slowly drawing scratches in the cheap plastic surface with his little claws. He could not have looked more irritated, but this didn't phase Duo one bit. He beamed a smile at his disgruntled comrade and waited eagerly for him to say something.
"Shut up, baka. Iie, you will not call me Neko-anything. Mind your own business." With that Heero finished his sandwich in silence and drank up all the milk, then started to suck on the ends of his fingers one by one until he was satisfied that they were clean. Finally, the cat-boy rose and put his dirty dishes in the sink, then strode out of the room without so much as a glance at Duo.
So of course, Duo followed him. He vowed silently that he would get to the bottom of this before morning, and nothing was going to stop him. /Heero thinks _he's_ stubborn? Wait until he tries contending with me!/ Duo grinned evilly as he trailed an angry Japanese pilot to his room. Arriving, the other boy slammed the door in his face and Duo could hear him stalking through the room, and eventually laying down on the bed with a creak of springs, and then there was nothing. Duo stood outside of Heero's door for a few minutes, wondering if he was going to say anything, or if he actually expected Duo to just leave. Heh heh, right, like that'd happen ever.
"Heero-kun! I'm coming in! What's up with the cat thing!? C'mon, man, you gotta tell me! I'm dyin to know here!" Trying the doorknob, Duo was not surprised to find it unlocked; Heero knew better than to bother locking a door to keep Duo out, he was quite an accomplished lockpicker, so there would be no point. The room was mostly dark, save the thin sweep of moonlight that lanced palely through the open window and onto the bed, illuminating the figure of Heero, curled up in a comfortable looking ball with his tail wrapped in front of him, the furry tip flicking up and down lazily. Duo didn't want to break the silence that had settled over the room so he went quietly over to the bed, where he was being ignored by his partner, and sat down in a careful, almost ginger manner. One of Heero's ears perked a little and pointed towards him, but the strange boy made no more movements to show that he was even awake, much less listening to Duo.
To say the least, the braided boy was piqued with interest and curiosity. He gave in to his inquisitive nature and raised a hand toward the ear that was pointed to him, going very slowly, so as not to anger the moody Wing pilot. A soft tuft of fur touched his fingertips, and he made a mental note of the feeling, like very fine wisps of silken thread, sliding easily from his hesitant fingers as soon as he'd clutched at it for a moment. Of course, this lingering touch only made him crave more, and so he trailed a single digit down the line of Heero's strange new ear and when he reached the base of it he was mildly surprised to find that it was very much a part of his friend's anatomy; there were no indications of any sort of surgery or costume. Blood beat warmly through the thin, fur-covered flesh at the base of the ear, and Duo couldn't help but rub the spot, wondering what Heero's reaction would be.
The tail that had been snapping back and forth while staying curled around Heero's face and hands, swayed more fully and flicked over into Duo's lap, curling this way and that, even snaking around the curve of his waist for a few moments. Duo was surprised, and stopped scratching behind Heero's ear quite suddenly, staring in confusion at the furry, dark brown tail in his lap instead. A disgruntled snort brought him back from his glazed stare, and a nudge from Heero's head, pushing against his hand in a gesture that demanded he continue his scratching, which, of course, he did.
A few minutes passed in this manner, Heero's tail swishing happily as Duo rubbed behind his ears. Then, the movements stopped once more, and Heero looked up with an angry little noise escaping him. Duo just stared at his transformed friend, wondering where the real Heero was.
"Um.Heero? Were you.purring?" There was innocent confusion in Duo's large violet eyes, and then a small smile appeared, tugging at the corners of his mouth until he brought himself to bear a full-wattage grin in the cat-boy's direction. He started scratching again, and was very pleased (not to mention aroused) when he heard the steady thrum of a cat-like purr coming from Heero. The Japanese pilot had turned to face him, giving better access to his ears, although his tail wasn't long enough to reach all the way into Duo's lap in this position. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attentions that Duo bestowed on him, and he continued to purr loudly as he inched slowly closer to Duo until he was laying his hands and head in the American's lap.
One clawed hand scratched lightly at Duo's faded jeans, tickling more than actually hurting, as Heero's fingers drew thin patterns on him in a lazy manner. Duo began to be uncomfortable with his changed friend's proximity; he didn't know what Heero wanted from him, and didn't want to make a wrong move.
"Heero? What's going on with you, and what do you want to happen here? You.don't usually act like this, so I really don't know what to expect from you." Duo stopped scratching and began to stroke Heero's hair with a gentle hand, urging the other pilot to talk to him. Heero looked up at Duo from the Deathscythe pilot's lap, slit eyes wide and showing little more than mischief and arousal. Duo couldn't read the strange expression clearly, it wasn't anything he was used to seeing in the normally cold boy.
He sweatdropped when a thin smile curved onto Heero's lips and the finely clawed hands came up to undo the top button of Duo's nightshirt by slicing it off in one clean motion. A small gasp escaped the braided boy, as Heero maneuvered himself so that Duo was lying back on the bed, with the Wing pilot's weight pressing on his thinly covered chest. Heero leaned in low over his face and licked the shell of Duo's ear, then began to speak, blowing cool breath on the wet spot as he did.
"I have no idea why, but you are very.desirable, Duo Maxwell. And I'm," he leaned right down to whisper directly into the stunned American's ear, soft hair brushing Duo's cheek as he did this, "I'm hot for you, Duo."
Heero turned his head a little and licked Duo's nose, then smirked, his strange eyes glazed with heat and desire. He pressed his lips firmly to Duo's, quickly prying the braided boy's lips apart with his tongue and drinking deeply. Duo couldn't help but kiss back, and he brought a hand up from the bed, wrapping his arm around Heero's slim waist and pulling him closer. Heero responded with a deep purr. He pushed his tongue against Duo's, tasting him even as he worked a hand down between them to not-so- gently twist a nipple.
Duo gasped and arched his back on the bed, giving Heero a chance to slide one arm under him and flip him onto his stomach. The DeathScythe pilot was alarmed for a second, but as Heero slid onto him without removing his shorts he calmed somewhat. He could feel his growing erection pressing into the bed, and shivered as the cat-boy swished his tail across the bare backs of his legs. Heero suddenly grabbed at the collar of Duo's shirt and pulled it clean off his back, arms sliding easily through the sleeves as the cat-boy yanked.
Heero lay over Duo's back and let the startled American feel his arousal pressing firmly into the small of his spine, even through the Spandex shorts. He breathed hotly over the back of Duo's neck and voiced a contented little sound that was halfway between a purr and a growl. He nudged Duo with his face and affectionately licked the other boy's ears as Duo slowly relaxed into Heero's affections, voicing a contented sigh as talented, eager fingers touched him.
Heero turned Duo over and kissed him again, this time only attending to his mouth for a few moments before trailing down his face and neck. He sucked on the salty flesh of Duo's throat and kissed each of the braided pilot's collarbones hungrily, tail brushing over Duo's barely contained erection in an unbearably light motion. Duo groaned as Heero's skillful mouth reached his nipples and latched onto one of them, sucking at first, then pushing at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue. He pinched the other between thumb and forefinger, twisting gently. The combination of small pain and unfamiliar pleasure made Duo's chest tingle with feathery fire.
Next Heero licked the hollow above Duo's bellybutton, drawing his tongue over the sensitive space and making Duo's dribbling penis twitch with anticipation. Abandoning his co-pilot's blushing nipples to the cool bedroom air, Heero put one hand on either side of the boy's ribs, holding him just above the waist with a firm grip. His fingers pressed lightly into Duo's back as his thumbs felt the slight ridges between each rib. The skin under his hands was perfect, firm and soft. It was especially pale in the wash of moonlight that spread over the two boys s they gave or received affections respectively.
Soft brow hair and furry dark ears randomly brushed over Duo's chest as Heero moved his head lower, dipping his tongue into Duo's bellybutton and clamping his teeth down gently on the bit of flesh he could grasp with them. Duo's reaction was immediate; he bucked his hips up and thrust his member against Heero's, exacting a startled, but pleased groan from the cat- boy, who released the skin he'd been biting.
Heero moved his hands and teeth lower, pulling off the other boys shorts as he lifted his hips helpfully. The thin boxers only wend halfway down Duo's legs, but Heero was already burrying his nose and face in the soft nest of brown curls where the American's legs joined together. He inhaled Duo's scent, purring and growling to himself as he felt his erection pulse with need. Duo smelled exotic, wild, and horny. Heero nearly came just thinking about how good the DeathScythe pilot smelled. He put his hands on Duo's legs and kissed the tip of his drooling erection, licking away the droplets of pre-come with an eager tongue.
Flicking his tail again, Heero consumed Duo completely in a single gulp, struggling not to gag on the swollen organ in his throat as he got used to it. Working his throat as much as he could, the Japanese pilot swallowed repeatedly as Duo's hips tried to buck forward in his grasp.
"Shit!" Duo exclaimed as he felt Heero take him in. His eyes fell shut and he grabbed at the bed sheets as the Wing pilot worked his throat around him and growled into him. The tiny vibrations of Heero's voice sent him into throes of pleasure, and before he knew what was happening, he was coming into Heero's throat, moaning his name loudly. Heero swallowed the milky seed greedily, licking every last drop from around his lips and sucking off Duo's softening member.
Duo lay back on the bed, eyes shut, thinking over what had just happened. /What the hell? Heero never even talks to me, and here he goes being all horny and hot? Something isn't right here./ His musings were interrupted by Heero, who crawled onto him and began to kiss his lips. Duo could taste himself in Heero's mouth when the cat-boy slipped his tongue in, and the thick purr in Heero's throat thrummed invitingly into Duo. He didn't feel aroused anymore, however. Heero wasn't himself. Pushing the Wing pilot off of him, Duo sat up and frowned.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Since when do you go around giving your friends blow jobs, Heero?"
The boy in question just looked at Duo in confusion and pouted adorably, his purring coming to an abrupt halt. He glared down at the floor and whispered, "I don't know. I can't control it. Relena.did something to me."
"Relena?" Duo was shocked to hear this, and waited for Heero to continue.
"She was.like this too. She jumped me and started biting me and trying to kiss me. That was a few days ago, when you were on your mission. I had gone over to her current residence on a brief mission. When she saw me, she attacked. I pushed her off, but she'd scratched and bitten me in a few places before I even knew what she was trying to do. I finished my mission and came back here, took a shower and went to bed. The next morning I woke up, and everything was different."
"You mean Relena turned you into a horny cat-boy? What a bitch! What else is different? Can you still go on missions and pilot Wing and stuff?"
"I don't know. I.don't think so. The first day, all I noticed was the ears, claws, eyes, and tail. By the first night, I was getting cravings for tuna sandwiches and warm milk, and the morning after that I had trouble accessing my laptop. Like, all the codes and passwords and stuff? I couldn't understand them! It took me an hour to check if I had any new missions, because I didn't understand my own codes. Last night, I didn't sleep almost at all, and I remember getting really restless and pacing around the room for awhile before I finally just gave up trying to sleep and cleaned all my guns instead. And then today, I couldn't make myself care about anything that was going on, I really didn't care that I had to check my mail, I just napped and ate and did nothing all day. And when you got home, I hadn't decided what I was going to do yet, so I stayed in here until I thought you were asleep. Then when I saw you downstairs, it was everything I could do to stop myself from jumping you on the kitchen table, and by he time you got up here, I was completely out of control. And I would have kept going too, except you distracted me just now by making me talk, and now I think I'm better for awhile, but I still don't have much control, and I don't want to make you do something that you don't want to do. I'm sorry about what just happened, Duo."
Duo stared at Heero, completely shocked by the situation. "So.this is permanent? And you don't even know exactly what's going on yet, and to top it all off, you could be contagious? I'm sure this isn't the right time to worry about it, but did you.bite me at all, or scratch me before? I think its kind of important."
Heero looked Duo over, his eyes stopping on one nipple, and again at his bellybutton. He brought a finely clawed hand up to brush over the fresh toothmarks in each place, then he looked into Duo's eyes with a face that screamed apology. He got up and left the room, silently padding over the plush carpet and out the door.
"Heero, wait!" Duo exclaimed, then ran after him. He found Heero in the bathroom, looking through the medicine cabinet for something. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for disinfectant cream to put on those, maybe it'll stop you from ending up like this." Heero looked mildly annoyed with Duo, flicked his tail, then went back to looking. Duo watched him pick up a tube, look at it, then put in back down. Then he'd pick up another tube, and another, and another. After he'd picked up the Polysporin three times, Duo went over and took it off the shelf, squirting a little on his finger and rubbing it into the tiny tooth marks. Heero watched him with interest, then closed the tube and put it back on the shelf when Duo handed it to him. They walked back to Heero's room together, Duo with a question burning on his mind that finally came out when they both sat on the bed.
"Why didn't you give me the Polyspirin the first time you picked it up?" He said with as soft a tone as he could manage.
Heero looked down at the bed. "I.couldn't tell all the big words apart.they looked too similar, and the tubes all looked alike. Sorry."
Duo wasn't sure what to say.this was pretty serious if Heero was having trouble reading and telling things apart. And he looked uncommonly depressed too. "Don't worry about it Heero, you'll be ok, we just have to figure out how to get you back to normal." Duo put his arms around Heero and hugged him, then scratched him behind an ear until he purred happily. He said goodnight and went to sleep in his own bed.
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After Duo was almost all the way asleep, he heard a timid knock on his door and Heero's voice quietly saying his name.
"Nnnghh.Heero? Come in." he rasped sleepily and listened as the door opened and Heero came in almost noiselessly. "What's wrong?" Duo asked, alarm seeping through him.
"Uhm.could I sleep in here? Its not working in my bed.please?"
"Huh?" Duo asked brilliantly, not sure he'd actually heard Heero Yuy say 'please' to him. "Oh.sure. Whatever. G'night." Duo rolled over on his side to give Heero room, and closed his eyes again. Heero crawled lightly onto the foot of Duo's bed and curled into a ball, nuzzling into the covers and swishing his tail happily as a quiet purr started unintentionally in his throat. They were both fast asleep before either thought much about it.
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To Be Continued
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So, what do people think? I was planning on just making this a one part ficlet with an actual lemon, but then I had to go and get an idea, so now I've go a whole fic on my hands!!! But it will probably be short, I already have the next part ready to post, but I'm gonna wait a day or two, 'cause I don't know when I'll be done writing part three.
I would really appreciate feedback!!! I always do, but I'm pleading now, please send some! Neko Heero would love to hear from you!!!
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