Alan: Gomen nasaii for the loong break between chapters. I know, I suck.
The saddest thing is I don't have that good of excuses, but I do have
some!!
Akeia: He always does.
Pikka Pikka: eat chu?
Alan: scoops up the vampire Piknem and cuddles it So anyway, enjoy the next chapter, or don't, that's kind of your call.
Shoulder angel Quatre (No relation to the blonde pilot): And please check out Alan's Deviantart account so you can see his slightly less texty form of art. mewta-the-lost . deviantart . com without the spaces between words and dots.
Akiea: In conclusion we would like to thank you for your patience with us and the story.
Chapter Four
Mmm, hungry. The panther stretched, his violet eyes dark from his voracious appetiete. Under the strong bright moon he stalked, hunting, needing. A wind blew and he felt cold even through his thick fur. The path was rough upon his paws and his hind legs felt wrong, too long. Or maybe his front quarters were too short, he wasn't sure.
But that wasn't so important, he was hungry, the hunt overtook him and all other things melted against it's importance. He stopped, bending to sniff at a print in the mud. The human had been here, recently. Bristling he growled, the intruder, trespassing on HIS land. Slowly he circled the print, stopping when he was facing the same direction it pointed. Water condensced on his skin, somehow penetrating his fur and chilling him further. Violet eyes gleamed, the slit pupils widening to catch as much light as possible in the thick dark quiet.
The human. Quickly he dipped his head forward to lick at the small pool of water forming at the heel of that print, tasting leather in it. Movement ahead drew his head back up and slowly he stalked forward, crouching low. Yes, that was him, the human, the invader, walking about in the house that belonged to him. A little murr bubbled at his throat at realization that the human was preparing to sleep, in his room.
Mine! Snarling he crept closer, nudging the back door open with his shoulder. Heero hadn't noticed yet the lock was broken and that door was never really closed. Once inside he padded across the linoliem of his kitchen, sounding loud to his ears. Something was wrong, he didn't sound as he usually did when stalking across this floor...
Think of it later...now, the human...
Cautiously he slipped across the living room, his footsteps muffled by the well worn but thick carpet as he weaved between the boxes. The door into the bedroom was open, just a little. Softly he pushed against it with his cheek and it opened marginally. For a moment he looked inside, smelling the human but not seeing him on the bed. Another soft growl bubbled up and he went in, seeking his prey.
Circling the bed he stopped in surprise after almost treading upon his rival, the intruder. The human was asleep in a blanket, on the floor. With a triumphant growl he batted the air near the human's head, breathing in his scent. Heero didn't seem much a threat when he was asleep, submissively on the floor.
Mmm. The beginnings of a purr stroked the back of his throat and he dipped his head to nip Heero's ear, tasting him. Quickly he pulled away and jumped up to the bed, making a small circle before curling up on the cushioned surface. Since the human had showed he knew his place he would spared, for tonight anyway. Duo blinked down at Heero's sleeping form below him before nodding and tucking his face in his paws.
Mine....
Heero was having strange dreams. The first dream had been a feeling of being watched, threatened though for some reason he hadn't been afraid. Whatever had been watching had decided not to follow it's threats, instead falling asleep beside him. Then there had been dreams of feeling safe, in a way he hadn't in years, listening to soft breathing above him.
It was good. When he finally woke up it was with a smile. Those dreams had been strange, but pleasant. Yawning a little he wriggled out of his sleeping bag before neatly rolling it up. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.
After shoving the sleeping bag against the bed he stood and stretched with a little sigh. He glanced at the bed as he walked past it and promptly fell back in shock.
"WHAT THE HELL???"
Asleep on the bed was Duo, half curled and completely naked. Swallowing hard Heero swept over the sight, mind numbly blank. The loose chestnut hair was tangled and knotted as it draped around the lithe form like wild vines. Dried mud clung to the tips firmly and streaked dull brown in the mop. More mud coated his hands and legs, tainted red by blood still oozing sluggishly from shallow cuts.
With a little sound of shock Heero took another few steps back until he pressed against a wall. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. What the...why the...what? For a few minutes he tried to get his mind working again but it just refused to comprehend the sight in front oh him.
On the bed Duo mewled quietly and shifted in his slumber, pawing at the cover in a very catlike manner. His bleeding palms left streaks of red and brown across the dark blanket and that was the incentive Heero needed to snap out of his daze. Sure, Duo was a strange man sleeping naked in His house but he was bleeding and no decent person would let someone bleed to death without making an effort to help.
After one last long look/stare at his "guest" Heero left the room in search of a first aid kit.
Ow, ow, fucking ow. Every muscle ached, especially his back and legs. Raw pain lanced up his arms in sharp protest every time he took a breath. Growling softly Duo shifted before opening his eyes. What the fuck-? Violet eyes blinked in the sight of his living room for several confused minutes. How did I-? Oh damn. I was sleep stalking again.
Muttering curses he sat up and swung his feet off the couch. For another minute he stared uncomprehending at the bandages wrapped around his feet and up his legs. Then he turned his attention to his hands, also firmly bandaged so he could hardly moved the digits. The palms were stained red through the thick white and throbbed with his heartbeat. A blush spread across his face when he realized that he had been naked last night as he ran around and even now was clothed only in a baggy red sweater.
And there could be only one person to have done this, Heero. Duo vaulted between anger, gratitude and shame at having recieved help from a human. Heero had even been so kind as too get the mud out of his hair and braid it, the bastard. A sound from the kitchen made him twist around to glare at Heero standing in the doorway, looking as confused as he felt.
"Hello. Might I ask why you were laying naked in my house last night?"
"No, it's none of your business." Duo snapped at Heero's quiet question, irratated about how he was acting like this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. What kind of fucked up life does this guy lead? Softly hissing he scooted back on the couch and curled up modestly. Being around Heero made him feel strangely body conscious. Yet another thing he didn't like about the human.
Glaring at Heero venemously he lifted his bandaged hand, asking, "Did you do this?"
Heero casually nodded as he placed a steaming bowl of ramen and tea in front of Duo on the coffee table before stepping away.
"Why?" Duo stared at the food, unconsciously licking his lips at the heady aroma of seasoned beef broth.
"I had to do something." Without so much as a glance at him Heero headed back to the kitchen leaving Duo drooling over the food. "Eat, I don't poison my enemies....or my guests." Duo sharply looked up but Heero had already vanished through the doorway. Cautiously he scooted closer to the bowl and breathed in the smell.
Leaning forward he caught a glimpse of Heero through the doorway sitting at the kitchen table eating from a bowl similar to his own. That decided him and he dug into the noodles with vigor, forgoing the chopsticks and savoring the salty spice of it. Soon he had finished and he set the bowl back down after a few last longing licks to the edge.
Warmth uncurled from his midsection and stretched out through his body. It felt so good to be full. Bordering on a purr he curled back up on the couch, thinking of nothing but sleeping his hurt and fullness off. With his cheek resting against his knees he sleepily stared at the opposite wall where Heero had hung a painting above the many half unpacked boxes.
There was something familiar about it, something wild. The man in it was crouched beneath a tree, almost feline in his appearance. His hair was...odd. Brown and hanging over one side of his face in a gravity defying sort of way... If Duo squinted he could almost make out ears and a tail formed from shadow. Completely fascinating.
The shadows were soothing and familiar. Sighing in contentment he let his eyes close and started to drift off. He wasn't like that long before he heard footsteps and before he could retaliate warmth coated his body. Sleepily he opened his eyes and blinked at the warm wool blanket Heero had just draped over him.
For a moment he glared at Heero before relaxing into a small smile and closing his eyes again. As he snuggled into the blanket he mumbled, "Duo."
"Hn?" Heero made a small noise of puzzlement as he picked up the empty bowl and Duo's untouched tea of his coffee table.
"My name's Duo." Smiling a little more he clarified his statement and burrowed deeper into the warm soft space between his body, the blanket and the couch cushion.
"Heero." A small peek rewarded him with a sight of the human with a small smile to match his own tugging at his lips.
Sighing in contentment for the moment Duo let himself start to drift off, simply mumbling, "I know," before he was dead to the world around him.
Well that's chapter four. Love it, hate it, hate me? Please review and leave your opinion. At least it was something, right?
Akeia: He always does.
Pikka Pikka: eat chu?
Alan: scoops up the vampire Piknem and cuddles it So anyway, enjoy the next chapter, or don't, that's kind of your call.
Shoulder angel Quatre (No relation to the blonde pilot): And please check out Alan's Deviantart account so you can see his slightly less texty form of art. mewta-the-lost . deviantart . com without the spaces between words and dots.
Akiea: In conclusion we would like to thank you for your patience with us and the story.
Chapter Four
Mmm, hungry. The panther stretched, his violet eyes dark from his voracious appetiete. Under the strong bright moon he stalked, hunting, needing. A wind blew and he felt cold even through his thick fur. The path was rough upon his paws and his hind legs felt wrong, too long. Or maybe his front quarters were too short, he wasn't sure.
But that wasn't so important, he was hungry, the hunt overtook him and all other things melted against it's importance. He stopped, bending to sniff at a print in the mud. The human had been here, recently. Bristling he growled, the intruder, trespassing on HIS land. Slowly he circled the print, stopping when he was facing the same direction it pointed. Water condensced on his skin, somehow penetrating his fur and chilling him further. Violet eyes gleamed, the slit pupils widening to catch as much light as possible in the thick dark quiet.
The human. Quickly he dipped his head forward to lick at the small pool of water forming at the heel of that print, tasting leather in it. Movement ahead drew his head back up and slowly he stalked forward, crouching low. Yes, that was him, the human, the invader, walking about in the house that belonged to him. A little murr bubbled at his throat at realization that the human was preparing to sleep, in his room.
Mine! Snarling he crept closer, nudging the back door open with his shoulder. Heero hadn't noticed yet the lock was broken and that door was never really closed. Once inside he padded across the linoliem of his kitchen, sounding loud to his ears. Something was wrong, he didn't sound as he usually did when stalking across this floor...
Think of it later...now, the human...
Cautiously he slipped across the living room, his footsteps muffled by the well worn but thick carpet as he weaved between the boxes. The door into the bedroom was open, just a little. Softly he pushed against it with his cheek and it opened marginally. For a moment he looked inside, smelling the human but not seeing him on the bed. Another soft growl bubbled up and he went in, seeking his prey.
Circling the bed he stopped in surprise after almost treading upon his rival, the intruder. The human was asleep in a blanket, on the floor. With a triumphant growl he batted the air near the human's head, breathing in his scent. Heero didn't seem much a threat when he was asleep, submissively on the floor.
Mmm. The beginnings of a purr stroked the back of his throat and he dipped his head to nip Heero's ear, tasting him. Quickly he pulled away and jumped up to the bed, making a small circle before curling up on the cushioned surface. Since the human had showed he knew his place he would spared, for tonight anyway. Duo blinked down at Heero's sleeping form below him before nodding and tucking his face in his paws.
Mine....
Heero was having strange dreams. The first dream had been a feeling of being watched, threatened though for some reason he hadn't been afraid. Whatever had been watching had decided not to follow it's threats, instead falling asleep beside him. Then there had been dreams of feeling safe, in a way he hadn't in years, listening to soft breathing above him.
It was good. When he finally woke up it was with a smile. Those dreams had been strange, but pleasant. Yawning a little he wriggled out of his sleeping bag before neatly rolling it up. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.
After shoving the sleeping bag against the bed he stood and stretched with a little sigh. He glanced at the bed as he walked past it and promptly fell back in shock.
"WHAT THE HELL???"
Asleep on the bed was Duo, half curled and completely naked. Swallowing hard Heero swept over the sight, mind numbly blank. The loose chestnut hair was tangled and knotted as it draped around the lithe form like wild vines. Dried mud clung to the tips firmly and streaked dull brown in the mop. More mud coated his hands and legs, tainted red by blood still oozing sluggishly from shallow cuts.
With a little sound of shock Heero took another few steps back until he pressed against a wall. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. What the...why the...what? For a few minutes he tried to get his mind working again but it just refused to comprehend the sight in front oh him.
On the bed Duo mewled quietly and shifted in his slumber, pawing at the cover in a very catlike manner. His bleeding palms left streaks of red and brown across the dark blanket and that was the incentive Heero needed to snap out of his daze. Sure, Duo was a strange man sleeping naked in His house but he was bleeding and no decent person would let someone bleed to death without making an effort to help.
After one last long look/stare at his "guest" Heero left the room in search of a first aid kit.
Ow, ow, fucking ow. Every muscle ached, especially his back and legs. Raw pain lanced up his arms in sharp protest every time he took a breath. Growling softly Duo shifted before opening his eyes. What the fuck-? Violet eyes blinked in the sight of his living room for several confused minutes. How did I-? Oh damn. I was sleep stalking again.
Muttering curses he sat up and swung his feet off the couch. For another minute he stared uncomprehending at the bandages wrapped around his feet and up his legs. Then he turned his attention to his hands, also firmly bandaged so he could hardly moved the digits. The palms were stained red through the thick white and throbbed with his heartbeat. A blush spread across his face when he realized that he had been naked last night as he ran around and even now was clothed only in a baggy red sweater.
And there could be only one person to have done this, Heero. Duo vaulted between anger, gratitude and shame at having recieved help from a human. Heero had even been so kind as too get the mud out of his hair and braid it, the bastard. A sound from the kitchen made him twist around to glare at Heero standing in the doorway, looking as confused as he felt.
"Hello. Might I ask why you were laying naked in my house last night?"
"No, it's none of your business." Duo snapped at Heero's quiet question, irratated about how he was acting like this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. What kind of fucked up life does this guy lead? Softly hissing he scooted back on the couch and curled up modestly. Being around Heero made him feel strangely body conscious. Yet another thing he didn't like about the human.
Glaring at Heero venemously he lifted his bandaged hand, asking, "Did you do this?"
Heero casually nodded as he placed a steaming bowl of ramen and tea in front of Duo on the coffee table before stepping away.
"Why?" Duo stared at the food, unconsciously licking his lips at the heady aroma of seasoned beef broth.
"I had to do something." Without so much as a glance at him Heero headed back to the kitchen leaving Duo drooling over the food. "Eat, I don't poison my enemies....or my guests." Duo sharply looked up but Heero had already vanished through the doorway. Cautiously he scooted closer to the bowl and breathed in the smell.
Leaning forward he caught a glimpse of Heero through the doorway sitting at the kitchen table eating from a bowl similar to his own. That decided him and he dug into the noodles with vigor, forgoing the chopsticks and savoring the salty spice of it. Soon he had finished and he set the bowl back down after a few last longing licks to the edge.
Warmth uncurled from his midsection and stretched out through his body. It felt so good to be full. Bordering on a purr he curled back up on the couch, thinking of nothing but sleeping his hurt and fullness off. With his cheek resting against his knees he sleepily stared at the opposite wall where Heero had hung a painting above the many half unpacked boxes.
There was something familiar about it, something wild. The man in it was crouched beneath a tree, almost feline in his appearance. His hair was...odd. Brown and hanging over one side of his face in a gravity defying sort of way... If Duo squinted he could almost make out ears and a tail formed from shadow. Completely fascinating.
The shadows were soothing and familiar. Sighing in contentment he let his eyes close and started to drift off. He wasn't like that long before he heard footsteps and before he could retaliate warmth coated his body. Sleepily he opened his eyes and blinked at the warm wool blanket Heero had just draped over him.
For a moment he glared at Heero before relaxing into a small smile and closing his eyes again. As he snuggled into the blanket he mumbled, "Duo."
"Hn?" Heero made a small noise of puzzlement as he picked up the empty bowl and Duo's untouched tea of his coffee table.
"My name's Duo." Smiling a little more he clarified his statement and burrowed deeper into the warm soft space between his body, the blanket and the couch cushion.
"Heero." A small peek rewarded him with a sight of the human with a small smile to match his own tugging at his lips.
Sighing in contentment for the moment Duo let himself start to drift off, simply mumbling, "I know," before he was dead to the world around him.
Well that's chapter four. Love it, hate it, hate me? Please review and leave your opinion. At least it was something, right?
