Authors Notes: Firstly, I do not own Howl's moving castle, but this fanfic is all mine! *evil laugh* Secondly, sorry I left you guys hanging for soooo long, I am so sorry, I feel so bad! . I didn't forget about you all, I just have had a lot going on and the little plotbunny's running wild in my head have been breeding like… well, rabbits (sorry) and that is not helping! And to those of you who sent me messages asking if I was okay and still alive after leaving you for a week, thanks that meant a lot! Love you guys! I didn't know there where so many Michael/Howl fans! So as a thank you, things are going to get a little heated (You have been warned, it's not too late to turn back now) but remember there has to be fluff at times, It leads to the good stuff! So without further ado, let's stop the babbling and on with the chapter! XD xoxo
His orgasm rattled through him, ripping a single word from him between heavy breath, moans and grunts.
"OHHH… MICHAEL… OHHH!"…
A flash of white light soon followed, blinding him momentarily and he knew it was starting over again, as it always did, over and over he had to relived the experience, each time getting his prize but never the real thing, he never got her… him, he finally knew who he wanted, who she was but he couldn't have her… him.
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The light began to fade, revealing once again the great expanse of freedom, imagination and magic stretching ever out into the abyss of Howls mind once again, each hour that passed felt like a life time. The creatures and demons of Howls hidden past manifested themselves in the shadowy corners of his visible mind, cowering from the light, the light of his savour and protector, his light in the dark.
She stood as always, elegant and unmoving, dark brown ringlets hung gracefully over her shoulders, trailing softly in the wind at the tantalising neck line of the tight sparkling emerald ball gown, grazing lightly over the pale skin of her heaving bosom. A passion rising from the pit of his stomach accompanied the low growl that escaped Howl's throat, a tight coil of warmth snaked through him coming to pool with the blood in his swelling member, unbearable pressure building ripping another moan from his throat.
Again, as had happened many times before, a looming figure snaked its hands over her, trailing softly along her delicate collar bone, caressing her face as she relaxed into the unnamed mans arms. Hatred boiled in Howl's veins, the tanned and muscular man lowered his head to her neck and nipped along the soft skin of her jaw line teasing at the edge of her lip, twisting and contorting her before taking the full pink lips as his and claimed the depths of her mouth with his tongue.
Her large dark green lusting eyes fluttered with pleasure as his hand slip lower sliding over her miniature waist coming to resting on the revealed slit of her milky thigh, lips and tongue running over her full chest. Fire engulfed Howl's thudding heart, stopping suddenly as her lusting eyes fell on him, locking onto his own blue wet orbs. "Be gone, go! Leave, she is not yours, HE IS MINE!" he bellowed. A moan from the dark woman followed and pulsed through Howl as the man's figure nipped again at her soft flesh, eyes squeezed tight Howl knew what had happed, as always happed, when he opened them again blinking away the moisture that the obscured his vision, he was gone.
His eyes now focused on the slinking figure before him, the sparkling light from the dress blinded him momentarily. The figure grew closer, a flash of thigh from the slit up the side of the dress sent shock waves over Howl, his rapidly engorged length pressed urgently against cloth as he watched the rhythmic hips dance before him as long milky legs moved in time perfectly. The figure came to a stop, drawing one finger up in a familiar way, brushing along his jaw to rest on his chin before pushing lightly bringing his eyes to trail up over the delicate small waist and small lean chest muscles coved tightly in green sparkling material.
Howl looked into the green eyes of the beautiful figure that was ever so close, he lusted for contact; driven wild he threw himself forward clutching at hips and pulling himself close, looking into the green eyes of Michael he crushed his lips onto the other smaller man's without warning and moaned deeply into his warm wet mouth. Howl felt a soft trembling hand against his face and tangling into his hair, he reached desperately for the zipper and grunted wildly as it slid down with ease and the dress began to slip off of Michael shoulders, nipping and sucked at Michael's neck, Howl thrust himself forward, hips colliding with his fantasy lover, friction grew as Michael thrust weakly against Howl, which he returned hard and fast sucking a small pink hardened nipple.
A familiar heat built deep in Howl, his member throbbed madly as he continued to thrust hard against Michael's length, his body tensed and tightened and his orgasm rattled through him, ripping a single word from him between heavy breath, moans and grunts.
"OHHH… MICHAEL… OHHH!"…
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The bright blinding light grew once more, as it had many times before, but this time was different, a continuous rapid sting on his face startled him. The light grew brighter and stronger, this was no illusion of the mind, this was the light of early morning and someone was slapping him.
His eyes opened wide to be met with familiar green eyes staring into his own, Michael was there with him just like he knew he would and was meant to be, but he looked changed, he did not look like the young man he had known before his deep sleep. Higher cheek bones graced the beautiful pale face, full pink lips pulled into a smile, cute dimples appearing as a musical giggle rang out in the room as Michael began to laugh and cry simultaneously, butterfly's began stirring in Howls stomach, Michael looked like the woman that had haunted his dreams but he knew it was Michael.
Reached up tenderly to wipe the tears from Michael's cheeks, Howl's body fell against the bed hard as Michael slapped him with force over the face. Howl felt hurt, he wanted Michael more than anything, why was he being like this. A loud belly laugh rang out into the room as the mysterious strong man from Howls dream that made his blood boil, looked down on both him and Michael, he seemed more like a young boy more than the man he had seen in his dreams, but Howls hatred for him was no more lessened for that fact.
Howl felt another stinging pain cross his face as Michael's soft hand came once again in contact with his face. Howl watched, pained as the guy he did not know closed the gap quickly between himself and Michael grabbing his hips and pulling him to his feet before restraining him around the waist, almost cuddling into Michael as he fought and kicked feebly trying to free himself. Howl wanted nothing more than to break the man's arms for even touching his love.
"Shhh…" The built young man began, "Come on Michelle, give the guy a break, he's been ill play nice." Why was a stranger he did not like defending him? Why did he still have his arms around Michael?
"Michelle…?" Howl crooked weakly, confused and wanting answers. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw Michael lightly pass his hands over the man's locked arms around him as he leaned and rested his head lightly on his shoulder.
"Ohh, sorry Michael, I meant Michael." He smiled weakly before adding "It's just so easy to do, look at her, she's hot-…" He stooped himself quickly, " …well I just forget sometimes!" Howl looked over Michael quickly before everything clicked into place. The body from his dreams that went with the face was also there, Michael's body had matured and grown beautifully. Wide hips, small waist and a chest Howl recognised well from every dream he'd had, and with seeing them brought back a flood of memories and slowly his length began to grow in size.
" See, you get it! Amazing isn't he! First a wet dream now this, you're on fire Michelle! Umm… Michael!" he corrected as both Howl and Michael groaned. Howl was embarrassed, but come on he had nothing to be embarrassed about down there but over his apprentice, his male apprentice?
Moments passed before Michael finally untangled himself from the affectionate man's arms much to Howl's relief. "Who is this anyway? What is he doing here?" Howl almost growled with as much venom in his voice as he could get away with.
"Ohh this is Max," Michael stated plainly, slightly angry. "He is Mrs Fairfax's nephew, do you remember? He came to help me get you better, and its worked so be nice!" the tone in Michael's silky voice almost made Howl feel guilty. "And he is staying with us till Mrs Fairfax returns home. We will let you rest now Master Howl, It's nice to have you back." Michael put power on the word Master, trying to remain formal remembering his place. Howl closed his eyes again as the other two left the room.
Closing notes: YAY a little smut and a little action! We got there in the end!( there will be more!) I hope you enjoyed, keep the mails and messages coming, I love to talk to people so just say hi! Remember to review and alert! This is the first time I have written anything naughty so be kind when reviewing! AND if anyone is worried that this is not going to be a slash guy on guy… it will be! (maybe even guy on guy on guy! What do you recon?) The girl thing later on is a way of Howl learning and growing (...e.g. how to move from liking breast to liking manhood...) ;P and of course for a little comedy along the way but it becomes cute and sweet in the end and sets up for lots of lovely angst! So review, if anyone has questions, feel free to ask away! Love all you guys, I feel I have made friends with a few of you already! ^.^
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