This is some story I made up out of no where. It is rather spontaneous, and the storyline might not be totally coherent...
I've seen a lot of stories with werewolf-Heero, and in the book Burnt Offerings, there is a character named Nathaniel, who is a wereleopard, and he looks like Duo. So I made Duo into a wereleopard...
This might have a plot, it might be a PWP, it all depends on your own perspective... alright, I'll stop rambling and let the story begin.
WARNINGS: 1x2 Yaoi, some sado-masochistic stuff, a bit of bondage, some citrus, maybe it crosses to lemon, I don't know... Violence, language, dark stuff...
NOTE: This entire part is in Duo's POV.
I'm Duo Maxwell. Lycanthrope and all around goody goody.
Well, I was an all around goody goody until I skipped school. And the only lame reason that I did was so that I could avoid Heero. Doesn't really matter anyways... I've got enough extra credit to skip school for ten days.
Heero meant a lot to me; in fact, he still does mean a lot to me.
But I feel so... used. Nothing more than a toy to someone's rampant hormones. Hell, I gave in to my own hormones too, so I guess it's not all his fault.
Heero's voice... ~You're mine, Duo...~
Maybe that was the way lycanthrope society worked. After all, I never was really taught anything about this. I suppose... that was how it worked. So what he did, wasn't wrong in his eyes; just wrong in mine.
I guess I should talk to him tomorrow.
"Hey Heero."
He turned and looked surprised to see me. "Duo..."
"So, tell me, how does lycanthrope society work?"
He explained it to me. Actually, it was more like he said, "If you're strong, you become powerful. If you're weak, you'll become the cronies of the powerful. It's that simple."
So I asked him, "So sharing me with your leader is not wrong?"
"Not... in so many words."
"Well, explain."
"I'm not as powerful as he is. I'm one of his cronies. What I have, he takes. What's mine is his. It doesn't work vice versa however."
"That sucks."
"That's how the pack works."
"Am I... part of your pack?"
"No... technically, you're part of my property. Which means..."
He didn't have to say it. I knew. I was his, body and soul.
"Duo," he said, "if you want your freedom..."
"I have to kill you, right?"
"Yeah."
"I won't do that."
"Then you know what that means, don't you."
"Yeah, I do."
"Then what do you say?"
I thought about it for a moment. Then I said something that would change my life forever.
"Yeah, I'll be yours."
I never knew how literal those words would be until I went home with him that Friday.
He pushed me up against the wall once we dropped our stuff into the house. I felt the heat of his body against mine, and I felt light headed. I took a deep breath and tried to get my bearings straight.
Then he HAD to grind his hips against mine.
My temperature rose ten degrees, and I really wanted him to just take me and use me as he pleased. Maybe I have a little bit of a masochistic streak in me.
He pulled back and stared at me. I swear I could have drowned just by looking into his blue eyes. He put his hand around the back of my neck, kind of roughly I might add, and pulled me close to him. His lips grazed my ear, and he started nibbling on it gently. I just sighed softly and let his other hand grip me around the waist.
"Want you..." he growled, pulling my shirt over my head. "Mine..."
He pushed me harder up against the cold wall, now my bare skin feeling the roughness of the wall. Between heat and cold, it felt like being burned on one side and frozen on the other. He stopped playing with my ear and went down, until he was kneeling. He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the fly with his mouth. I think he liked doing that. He was staring up at me the whole time, his eyes darkened with passion and lust. He knew the affect it had on me; his seductive glare, his harsh touch, and his gentleness afterwards, all together made me ache for him to be near.
He stood back up again, and started sucking on the nape of my neck. His teeth scraped my skin as he traveled down to my shoulder. I let out a small hiss of pain as he bit me hard. I knew I was bleeding before he kissed me, making me taste it. His kiss was strong enough to bruise my lips.
I moaned, wanting him to take me already, but I knew that Heero would torture me to death if I asked him. He just struck me as the sadistic type. He pushed me up against the wall harder, and I felt his arousal just as plainly as I knew he felt mine. I wanted to take his clothes off, but when I tried, he stopped me.
"Not yet," he said as he licked my chest. Heero pulled me close to him, and reached around me to take the band out of my hair. He ran his hands through it, untangling my braid. He took a long time with it too, gently stroking my sides as he brushed my hair with his fingers.
When he was done, my hair spilled all over, and he stared.
"What?" I asked, rather defensively.
"You're beautiful," was all he said. I tried in vain to hide a blush, but I knew he could sense it anyways. He kissed me again, gently this time.
He hadn't pulled off my pants yet, and I wondered why. He nuzzled me, breathing in my scent. He then shot me a dirty leer, and picked me up by my waist.
"Ahh!" I said all too loudly. I was surprised that Heero hadn't thrown me to the ground and fucked me already. He carried me to the bedroom, where he threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me. He worked his way down to my jeans again, and pulled them off, pulling my boxers with them. I lay there as he leered, his eyes revealing all the debauched and salacious ideas that he had in his mind.
A couple of things I learned about lycanthropes that night; two things drove their minds: sex and power. And those two things go hand in hand.
He grabbed my half-hardened arousal and squeezed. I gasped for air as the pain and pleasure filled my world. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted more; it was very confusing what my body wanted. He watched me, a small smirk on his face. I was his to play with; a toy for his pleasure. I was nothing but a slave to him, but right now, I didn't care.
"Heero," I whispered, "please, touch me..."
He let go of me and started licking the tip, making me groan with passions unknown. He then slowly sucked on me, and I could feel him throwing his power into me, smothering me with it. It felt so good, to lie there and let him torture me sweetly like that.
Then he stopped and sat up. He threw off his jacket and tank top, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "So, you want me to touch you..." He said it like half-question, half-statement. "You'll have to do as I say then."
I didn't care I just wanted him, his touch, his body against mine. I nodded.
"Good." He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards his crotch. He unzipped the fly and pulled his hardness out of his pants. He dragged me towards it. "Suck."
That one, simple word carried so much heat and desire in it that I blushed and opened my mouth without even thinking. He shoved himself in, not caring about my own comfort. I didn't really care, after all, we were lycanthropes, and we don't play all soft and cuddly.
At first I was slow, languidly licking his shaft like a cat licking its paws. Then he started growling at me, and I got the hint. Move faster or else your brains will literally be fucked out. So I quicken my pace, moving up and down on him.
Soon he grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was on my back, his cock still in my mouth. He was kneeling over me, and started fucking my mouth. I had no choice but to deep throat him, taking him in as far as I could, but it still made my throat burn and my lungs gasped for air. But his pants of desire made it all worthwhile.
Heero decided to stop before I had nearly passed out, and pulled out. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. He leaned down so we could be so close that our noses were touching.
"Now that you're mine, you'll have to act like my pet."
My heart raced while I watched him pull his belt off. He motioned for me to get on all fours, so I did, facing the headboard. I heard a snap and felt a sharp sting on my ass, and knew that he was whipping me with his belt.
*SNAP* "Ahhh..."
It stung, and I knew that he was enjoying this. I turned my head to look at him. He stopped, and caressed my reddened cheeks with his hand.
"Now..." he said, trailing off. I had no idea what he hand in mind next. He picked me up and flipped me over on my back. He raised my arms and tied them to the headboard with the belt. I was a slight bit frightened, so I writhed about, trying to get my hands free. He only strengthened his hold on me and tied me up tight.
"Bad kitty... I'll have to teach you to not fuck with your master..."
I looked at his eyes, and they were swirling orbs of blue and gold. The wolf was leaking through. The pheromones were strong, and I wanted to be 'punished'... and soon.
"Bad kitty..." Heero got up and walked away from me. I wriggled on the bed, wanting him to finish what he began. I was painfully hard and wet at the tip.
"Please Heero... fuck me already..."
He sneered, and went outside. I waited for him to return, and it felt like forever being alone, waiting...
And when he did return, I nearly came just by looking at him.
He had gotten rid of his jeans and replaced them with tight black leather pants. He didn't have a shirt on, but he did have a silk button-up shirt that was open, revealing his sexy abs and chest.
He crawled onto the bed seductively, but not as cat-like as I could have. He's a wolf, what am I thinking? He trailed his tongue from my knee all the way up to my chin, where he nipped at nose before letting his weight drop on me. I closed my eyes and gulped in anticipation. I could have sworn that steam collected on the window while he rubbed his body against mine slowly, letting me feel the smoothness of the silk and hardness of his muscles.
Then he stopped moving.
"Heero?"
"Duo... I want..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but just looking into his eyes, I could sense what he wanted. He was a were-wolf; he wanted to screw me like he would his mate. I could handle it; after all, I was a were-leopard. But were-felines were weaker than their canine counterparts. That's what Heero had told me. Something about their physical structure and other science stuff like that. But cats were more quicker and agile.
"With you," Heero whispered, "sex would be an understatement..."
I thought. I thought for a while. We lay there, just listening to our hearts beat.
"Do it."
I felt it immediately. He pulsed his power through me, like a big velvet coat flowing through me. I touched me in places where his body could never reach, making me cry wordlessly in pleasure. My best came up to meet his, and our powers flowed around each other, like when a predator circles its prey.
His beast wrapped itself around mine, feeling like a solid mass in me. My power was not as certain as his, but I could feel it responding, like a soft mist around him. The power grew inside of us, until my world went blank.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring into a blue abyss.
"Duo?"
"What the hell was that?"
"I used my power to bring you to the edge, but not over."
"One word for ya, buddy. Wow."
He just gave a short laugh, and nuzzled me. Then the nuzzling turned into licking, and that turned into a passionate kiss.
"Now for the fun," he breathed in my ear. Heero threw off his clothes, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. He poured some onto his fingers, sat up and scooted back. He slipped a finger into me, and I tightened around him. "Relax," he said huskily, and I tried. He slipped two, then three fingers into me, thrusting into me gently.
"Ooooooh... Heero... yes..."
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered for the loss. He got some more oil and rubbed it on his hardness, slowly so I could see. It was incredibly erotic.
He grabbed my hips and was bent over me, his face close to mine. "Ready?" he asked.
"Anytime."
He pushed in with a force that drove a sound between a scream and a shout from my throat. He thrusted in and pulled out rhythmically, moaning his pleasure.
Soon the pleasure drowned out everything else. The sound of flesh against flesh, the pants, the moans, and the sight of him fucking me hard and heated. Somewhere behind the pleasure was the pain, the pain of being fucked so hard that I was going to be bruised. But real sex is that fine line between pleasure and pain, and I was getting that.
The bed rocked violently, and I came in a screaming rush. The orgasm nearly broke my bonds, and I could vaguely recognize the pain in my wrists. But I didn't care. I came so hard that I could barely feel anything else. Just Heero, me, and the place where our bodies were connected and our souls touched.
He fell on top of me, and I felt his cock spasm inside of me as he came. He groaned, thrusting into me one last time before becoming still. We lay there, listening to our heartbeats.
"Heero?"
"Hm?"
"Can you untie me?"
He looked up and I could see a faint surprise in his eyes. He snapped his belt and pulled my hands to his lips. I finally managed to look at my wrists, and felt the stinging of the rub burns.
"Sorry Duo," he said softly as he tenderly licked my wrists. I felt a small sting, but it felt good after a while. And I healed quickly, thankfully.
"S'okay," I said at last. "I can heal quick, remember?"
He laughed, a deeply male, deeply sexual sound. He lay back down and held me in his arms for the remainder of the night.
"Mine..." I heard Heero whisper as he fell asleep.
I guess being owned isn't that bad.
Eh heh... guess you'll have to read Part 3...