Fighting The Tide

Chapter Five: The Evening Part Two

Wander and Hater had to pause their fun time last chapter, so Wander planned something fun to do this evening. Hater seems to be enjoying it so far.

This is going to be a fun chapter! It is going to get a little spicier than we've seen. I hope you like it!

Hater was still feeling stunned, yet at the same time, all his senses seemed to be heightened.

It seemed unbelievable that one little furball could be responsible for what he was feeling, for the way his bones tingled, the heat spreading through him and the heady rushes of pleasure.

But then, of course, it was Wander, and he'd always been impossible. Hater had hated him more than he'd ever hated anything else, loathed him with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, so it really shouldn't be much of a shock that these new emotions he was experiencing were equally strong.

Wander's mouth was eager against his, lips soft and warm, and Hater had just presence of mind enough to respond, to turn his head when needed and part Wander's lips with his tongue as the kissing grew more passionate.

The nomad's hands were busy too. Hater felt himself shiver as Wander's hands stroked along his bones, brushing the vertebrae along the back of his neck, then gently pushing down his hood to run over his shifted slightly in his lap as his hands explored, and even those tiny movements were resonating between Hater's thigh bones and up and down his spine.

Hater felt, distantly, that his hands aught to be moving as well. He trailed his gaze over the nomad in his lap. He could just see the curve of Wander's bare feet, furry like the rest of him, and felt that strange thrill at the thought of this part of Wander which was always covered being suddenly exposed. His eyes moved to the trailing pink dress. Hesitantly, he brushed a hand along Wander's leg, feeling the fur under the material of his skirt. Wander made a noise against his lips and Hater, feeling slightly more confident, followed the length of the leg down to where the skirt ended, pushing the edge of it up to be able to stroke Wander's fur directly.

Now Wander shivered in turn, and Hater moved his hand higher under the skirt, running his fingers through the fur of Wander's thigh.

It was a strangely intimate act, strange because Wander normally wore nothing but his shoes and the addition of the dress made him more cognizant of Wander's normal appearance.

Hater glanced down, watching his hand moving under Wander's skirt and felt another spark of pleasure go through him at the sight. It was something he'd always dreamed of doing, not with Wander, but with some pretty girl yet to be decided. It had always seemed hot in his head, but he'd never guessed what it would actually feel like, or all the emotions surrounding it that made it that much hotter. Desire crackled through him and he almost wanted to catch his breath. He slid his hand lower, thumb brushing through the softer fur on the inside of Wander's thigh.

Wander gasped against Hater's mouth and pushed into him more eagerly. His hands moved higher, and Hater jumped as the furry fingers danced over his lightning bolt horns. He made an involuntary sound, heart racing in his chest, and pulled away for a second, head spinning, his bones almost aching with pleasure.

"Sorry, Hater," Wander whispered. Was that a little too much?"

"No." Hater paused for a moment trying to collect himself. He took a deep breath. He glared, trying to regain his composure. "It's not too much. Just a little, um, sensitive I guess." He frowned, unsure if admitting that made him seem less cool.

Wander moved closer again, resting his forehead against Hater's.

"I know what ya mean, Hatey," he murmured, and Hater almost shivered again at the breathy way he said that, at the intensity in those dark eyes. "I'm a li'l sensitive everywhere you touch, an' m' guttyworks 'r all twisty inside me." He grinned, batting his eyelashes and Hater wanted to scoff, but couldn't quite manage it.

How could he be such a dork and still make Hater feel like this? And when had that dorky accent and his stupid hillbilly phrases stopped annoying Hater and started being…Hater didn't even know. Something else, something that made his heart ache but in a good way.

Wander shifted again in Hater's lap. He had been kneeling. Now, he sat down a little more, moving so he was straddling the bony waist. Now Hater felt himself groan as the heat and weight of Wander brushed across his sensitive bones, as Wander's legs wrapped around him, and he felt himself twitch, already solid. Too fast. It must have been because of what they'd been doing earlier. He'd started reacting before Wander even touched him.

If Wander felt the twitch, he didn't seem to mind. His grin widened and he walked his fingers slowly up Hater's ribcage, stroking along each rib as he went and causing Hater to bite back another gasp. Wander's warmth in his lap was also distracting. It felt like it was burning its way into him, feeding that fire, and if Wander hadn't noticed his reactions by now, he certainly would soon.

"Maybe we aughta lie down, Hater," Wander suggested, and Hater felt himself straighten.

Because Wander was doing it again; driving him crazy and doing whatever he wanted while Hater struggled to keep up. Well, two could play at that game. Wander must have forgotten that Hater wasn't defenseless anymore. He'd finally found the nomad's weak points, and their earlier encounter in the storage room had shown how easily he could exploit them. So they were going to lie down, but they were going to do it his way.

Wrapping his left arm more tightly around Wander, Hater turned abruptly, pushing himself further onto the bed and bringing Wander with him so the nomad was lying underneath him, back flat to the mattress. Hater loomed over the smaller alien, knees on either side of Wander, and one hand on the mattress to support himself.

"Good idea," he sneered, feeling smug at Wander's surprise.

That was better, and it had the added bonus of getting Wander off of his lap, just in case the nomad got uncomfortable if he noticed what was happening there.

Having Wander lying on the bed underneath him wasn't helping that problem any, however. His wig had stayed on his head, but it was spread out across Hater's comforter in a scatter of yellow. His dress had shifted slightly as well, exposing more of his thin orange legs and making Hater think suddenly again of what might be hiding in the fur between those legs.

He didn't feel quite ready to try moving his hands further up under the skirt, even if the desire was certainly there, and he didn't know whether Wander would even want him to. He didn't want to do something to ruin the fun they were having, and he felt like he was in bit of a minefield. He had to be careful not to make a wrong move and flarp everything up.

Instead, he moved higher, running his hands up Wander's torso, enjoying the sensation of the fabric shifting over Wander's fur.

"Nnnnn, Hater," Wander whispered, rather breathlessly, but still with that sly something in his voice that went right between Hater's thighs, "ya really are a sassy man!"

About to be annoyed, and feeling caught off guard by the implication, Hater met Wander's gaze and stopped. Wander's smile was so happy, and there was that affection in his eyes again, that look that made Hater's chest ache. Wander leaned up slightly, giving Hater's mouth a quick peck with his lips before lying back on the mattress.

"I like it, Hater," he promised. "I really do."

"I…Oh." Almost feeling overwhelmed again, Hater rallied himself. Wander had just said he liked what Hater was doing, after all. He couldn't back down now, not when he finally had the nomad at his mercy. "Well, good," he declared, with as much confidence as he could manage. He moved his hand higher, feeling through the dress for Wander's nipple. A shudder from below him told him he'd found it, and he felt a grin widening on his skull. "You should like it," he continued, rubbing circles around the small nub, feeling it harden through the fabric. "I'm the greatest in the galaxy!"

"Oooooh." Wander wriggled on the bed. His smile widened, eyes closing blissfully. Hater felt his cock twitch again, brushing the material of his boxers as it hardened. At least Wander probably couldn't see the glow through his cloak.

He was still feeling a little nervous about it, but Wander's reactions kept stoking that fire inside him, making it burn even higher. He couldn't stop now.

He moved slightly higher, reaching the neckline of the dress. Again, he felt strangely daring as he slipped his hand inside it to stroke Wander's nipple directly. He was rewarded with another moan, as Wander twisted on the bed beneath him.

"Holy flarp!" Hater found himself muttering. It felt so good. Every one of Wander's reactions felt like they were resonating inside him. He'd never imagined this. A year ago, lying awake with hatred for the nomad coursing through him, he'd imagined finally capturing Wander and dragging him to his torture room, dreamed about the pain he would inflict and how Wander would writhe and cry out in agony. How had he ever wanted that? What was wrong with him back then? Wander's pleasure was so much better than any of those imagined tortures. Hater had never imagined how good it could feel to cause someone else pleasure, to make someone else feel good this way. Wander wasn't even touching him, but Hater could feel his own pleasure building with every reaction the nomad had.

Hater leaned down, supporting himself on his elbow so he could kiss those warm lips again. As he did, he rolled the nipple between his fingers making Wander jump slightly, moaning deliciously against his mouth.

Wander pushed into him almost desperately, moving away from his mouth and peppering kisses all over his face from his jaw to his chin to his cheekbones until Hater lowered himself a little more, mindful not to put too much weight on the smaller body, and finally managed to press their lips together again. Wander's tongue danced around his. He could feel the furry hands stroking his skull again and it was amazing, like sparks against his bones.

This kiss lasted longer, long enough that Hater found himself out of breath when he finally pulled away to stare down almost in disbelief.

Wander's lips looked red, even through the orange fuzz. Where his fur was visible, it was messy, sticking up at odd angles. He bit his lip, giving Hater a look that felt like an electric shock all through him.

Hater's cock twitched again, insistently, and the skeleton suddenly realized he may have gotten a little too close.

Unfortunately, Wander noticed at the same time he did, eyes traveling downward to where their legs had somehow gotten entangled. Hater followed his gaze to see a telltale bulge in his robe where it was pressed tight against him.

Hater felt his cheekbones heat in shame, moving to pull away and maybe try to pretend that hadn't happened, but Wander was too quick for him. Grabbing the front of his robe, the nomad pulled himself closer, locking Hater's eyes with his and giving him a wide grin. Deliberately, Wander moved his leg until it brushed gently against the sensitive area and Hater gasped involuntarily, feeling a shudder go through him at the sensation.

"You, uh, you don't mind?" he managed. The words came out in a gasp, and Hater hated how unsure he sounded, how nervous.

Wander's grin widened.

"'S okay ta be excited, Hatey. I'd say it's a compliment, tellin' me 'm doin' a good job at makin' you happy. Ya makin' me pretty excited too, ya know."

Hater blinked, feeling his blush deepen, highlighting Wander in green. He felt that painful tight feeling in his ribcage again, the prickling behind his eyes. Why was this happening again? Why couldn't he just enjoy how amazing it felt without getting all weepy and lame like he was Wander or something?

It didn't help that no one had ever touched him before except himself, that no one had even wanted to kiss him or hold his hand, to cook for him or snuggle up beside him, or look at him the way Wander did, like he was important and great and amazing, and all the things Hater always wanted to believe about himself.

And none of the planets he'd conquered and civilizations he'd crushed, the people he'd terrified and the treasures he'd stolen; none of it had made him feel the way Wander did. He wasn't even sure what the feeling was, but he knew he didn't want to lose it. It fed a hunger inside him he hadn't known he had.

Slowly, Hater lowered himself to the mattress next to Wander, resting on his elbow.

He stared at the nomad searchingly, almost accusingly. Why did Wander look at him that way? Why did he like Hater so much? Why did he like Hater at all after all the times Hater had tried to kill him? He used to dismiss it as just something weird Wander did, but now, he wanted to know why. If he didn't know why Wander liked him, he wouldn't be able to tell if he stopped doing whatever it was. Then he might lose Wander, and he couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't.

Wander reached up with both hands, cupping Hater's face between them. His smile had softened.

"Ya don't have ta force yerself, Hatey," he whispered. "We c'n take our time. Nobody's pushin' us. There's gonna be plenty of time fer us ta have fun t'gether. I'm not goin' anywhere."

Hater frowned, aware once again of the sensitivity in his bones, the heat of his arousal between his legs.

"I don't want to stop," he protested, almost angrily. "I like what we were doing."

"So do I." Wander giggled sweetly, before he seemed to calm. "But we don't have ta go too fast. We can jus' keep doin' what we were doin' and enjoyin' that." He tilted his head slightly, smile turning faintly mischievous again. "I like those fancy fingers of yours. They make me tingle all the way down ta my toes."

"I…yeah?" Hater had known Wander liked what he'd been doing. The noises he'd surprised out of the nomad had been pretty definitive, but he still found a trickle of pride flowing through him at the confirmation.

"Yeah." Wander's voice got husky and he fluttered his eyelashes again, one furry hand winding a strand of blond hair around his fingers. That had to be on purpose. Hater couldn't tear his eyes away. "An' those looks ya keep givin' me get me all hot 'n bothered, so ta speak."

"Me - me too." Conscious thought was difficult, and the words were out before Hater could stop them, before he could think about whether admitting that to Wander was a weakness. Wander certainly perked up at the admission.

"Really?" The nervous squeak in his voice surprised Hater. Had Wander not known the effect he was having, how every little move and word and touch of his was like fire in Hater's bones?

He looked the nomad over carefully; the messy fur, what looked like a flush in his cheeks, just visible through the orange fuzz, and the sudden shyness in his smile as he peered up at Hater. He felt unexpected relief settle over him, knowing he wasn't the only one nervous about this whole thing. It gave him the courage to ask something he'd been fretting about for a while.

"So you've, um, have you done this kind of thing before?" Again, he asked the question before he could think better of it. But it was something he was burning to know.

"Oh," Wander looked bashfully down for a moment, smile getting almost melancholy. "'S been an awful long time."

He smiled up at Hater, who felt less relieved this time. An 'awful long time' ago could still mean Wander had been with Major Threat, or even another villain for that matter. Hater knew the evil sandwich had lived for a thousand years as that queen lady.

Either way, it definitely meant Wander was more experienced than him, even if Hater had no intention of admitting that, and that thought was slightly nerve-wracking. Sure, Wander was having a nice time right now, and he'd said they didn't have to move too fast, but what happened when he did want to get more serious, and he found out Hater didn't know what to do? Would Hater be able to figure it out as they went? He'd figured out the kissing okay, and he had seen some stuff online, but he wasn't sure how accurate it was, and a lot of it seemed to contradict itself. Plus, he had no idea what Wander's anatomy was like in more personal areas, or even if any of the stuff he'd looked up would be applicable.

His eyes wandered down to the nomad's skirt again, as he speculated on what lay beneath. When Wander said he'd been getting 'hot and bothered,' did he mean…

Wander sat up slightly, bringing his face level with Hater's, interrupting Hater's moved in for a kiss, and Hater was surprised at how gentle it was. His lips lingered on Hater's, and when he moved back, the overlord could barely meet his gaze for the tenderness in those big eyes.

"Tell ya the truth, I'm feelin' pretty nervous," he whispered.

"You are?" Wander always seemed so eager and happy with what they were doing, Hater often felt like he was stuck trying to keep up.

"'Course I am, silly!" Wander's smile widened, but there was a vulnerability to it Hater wasn't used to seeing. "I really like you, an' I've never done this kinda thing with you b'fore. Wanna make sure I'm makin' you happy. Am I makin' you happy, Hatey?"

Now Hater did huff. If Wander was nervous, of course it was about something like that. Still, something about the way Wander asked the question made it impossible to ignore. Not that he was about to admit to the overpowering emotions he'd been feeling, but he felt like he needed to say something, and he didn't want to lie, not with those big eyes practically pleading with him.

"I guess," he ventured grudgingly. "For now, anyway."

Wander's smile immediately widened into something huge and rapturous, eyes shining and throat vibrating with a happy noise, and Hater rolled his eyes again, annoyed at the furball. At the same time, however, he felt a sudden rush of something he couldn't name. It made him want to take Wander in his arms and kiss him.

Wander snuggled closer to his side on the bed and Hater found himself wrapping an arm around the nomad to pull him even closer. It felt nice just to be next to Wander this way. Hater was used to being alone in his big empty bed; going to sleep alone, waking up alone, bossing around his minions or terrorizing his prisoners or the inhabitants of the planets he captured, in control and apart from everyone. When he used to think about dating someone, Hater hadn't really thought about this part of it. He'd imagined a pretty woman at his side, thought about kissing her and doing other things, but he hadn't really thought about just having someone around, or the way he would feel when they looked at him or did something for him.

Hesitating for a second, he reached down and took hold of the edge of Wander's wig, pulling it slowly off of his head to reveal his messy bangs. Wander giggled as Hater set the wig aside, running his fingers through the fur tufts. They were softer than the yellow hair, and more Wander.

"So, ya feel like cuddlin' a little more?" Wander offered.

"You don't have to leave soon?" Hater wasn't sure what time it was, but it felt pretty late, probably close to midnight.

"Nah." Wander waved a hand dismissively. "Thought maybe we could spend the night, long 's you don't mind, Hater."

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine." Hater looked away briefly so Wander wouldn't see his relief. He ran a hand down Wander's back, tracing the bumps of his spine through the back of the dress, feeling Wander shiver slightly against him. Maybe it was okay to take things slow. His body was still all sensitive, but that was okay. He didn't have to rush. He could enjoy the kissing and the touching without forcing himself to go farther for now. He had time. Wander had said he wasn't going anywhere.

Hater closed his eyes as Wander's fingers sauntered their way back to the spaces between his ribs, moving more calmly, but still sending those delicious electrical tingles dancing through his bones. His arousal throbbed gently again, but without those worries about Wander's reaction, it was easier to just enjoy the sensations.

He still needed to continue his plan. He was determined not to lose Wander to some other inferior villain, and finding some grand, impressive way to propose to the nomad was still his best safeguard so far as Hater could see, but for now, it was nice to just relax and enjoy the night.

Morning would come soon enough.

This time when Hater woke up, he remembered what had happened last night, and he wasn't surprised to hear that soft, signature snore coming from beside him.

They had cuddled until late at night, sometimes kissing and touching, and sometimes just lying together and talking.

Hater had already been surprised by how nice it was just to talk to Wander, and how much he enjoyed listening to the weirdo. Wander was still an incomprehensible headcase with a very skewed outlook on life, but Hater found he liked to hear about the weird adventures he and the zbornak went on. His own life was so structured and scheduled, it was nice to hear about the bizarre situations he got himself in. And Wander seemed equally interested to listen to Hater, even though Hater was pretty sure he didn't agree with a lot of what the overlord said, simply because most of it was stuff he was in the habit of stopping. Wander would make appreciative noises as Hater talked, and ask questions as the story continued. It was nice to have someone genuinely listen to him.

Hater looked across at the nomad, snuggled deep in the sheets so only his head was visible. He was smiling even as he slept.

Wander's dress and wig were on the floor, which meant Wander was technically naked under the blankets.

In his bed.

Hater felt that delicious thrill go through him again at the thought. Even though Wander was mostly naked all the time, it still felt like this was different.

Slowly, trying not to shift the bed too much, Hater moved closer under the blankets. He moved the blanket just enough so he could snake an arm around the little alien, pulling him closer to his chest. Wander made a soft, squeaky noise, but didn't wake up.

Hater lay there for a moment, Wander warm in his arms. He felt his face heating slightly, and wasn't sure why. He looked down again at the sleeping face, long eyelashes lying against the furry cheeks, smile wide and happy, those little hairs on his chin moving as he breathed.

"…amazing…" Wander muttered in his sleep, and Hater had to bite back a chuckle. Wander was probably going on adventures even while he slept. He was so…

Cute.

Hater found his thoughts slowing to a stop as he looked down at the little ball of fuzz. Wander was cute. That was what he'd been noticing over their last few dates. Wander's mannerisms, his expressions and the way he moved, even that accent that Hater used to find so atrocious, thinking about it now, Wander was undeniably cute.

It still seemed wrong. An evil galactic conqueror shouldn't be going out with someone like Wander, someone happy and bouncy, a helpful dork who bumbled his way through life with silly songs and games. And someone who was so small and fluffy and…cute.

Oh well.

In the long run, Hater knew that wasn't really important. Other villains might mock him for dating Wander, and it still might be something Hater wasn't quite comfortable with, but none of that mattered.

Because he wanted to be with Wander. Because the nomad made him feel good; he made him…

Hater paused, Wander's question from the night before floating through his head.

Am I makin' you happy, Hatey?

Hater wasn't about to shout it to the universe, but he knew the answer to that question. Despite all the annoyance, the nervousness and the weird emotions that kept overwhelming him, Wander was making him happy, happy enough that it didn't really matter what the rest of the galaxy thought, or whether it was going to affect his heinous street cred. Wander made him happy and for now, Hater felt like that was all that really mattered.

It was probably time to repeal all those bounty posters.

Hope you liked it!

Wander said the line. I couldn't help it.

And I think I earned that M rating today. Again, hope it's not moving too fast. It will be a while before anything too serious. I feel like they need to experience more of the relationship and probably some more adventures before they'll be ready for that. In the meantime, we had a very passionate make-out scene!

I hope you enjoyed it, and that it made sense. Again, I've really never written anything like this before, so I hope it wasn't too unbelievable.

We aught to be getting back to some plot episodes soon, and seeing how Peepers' plan progresses.

Let me know what you thought of the chapter. Your comments inspire me to keep updating quickly!

See you soon!