Wolf Moon Part 33
Wufei groaned. It was a subtle sound, barely audible through the multi-layered bedcovers.
Curled into a fetal position, he dared to open his eyes and was grateful to be in Zechs' private chamber where the morning sun's bright rays held no sway. Instead his sensitive sight was soothed by the diffused glow from the single candle flickering beside the futon.
It was common knowledge Wufei could transform into a wolf but sometime during the night a new metamorphosis had taken place. Now his brain was petrified, his ordinarily supple thigh and back muscles were stiff and his ass was sore.
In fact every inch of his nude body was abnormally sensitive. Any arrangement, no matter how cautious, produced twinges, which, in turn, spawned unintelligible curses.
Wufei had only himself to blame for his disagreeable condition. It had been his decision to imbibe too much wine. While he could fault pent up genital cravings; he had willingly surrendered to Zechs' enticements. But if pressed for an honest answer he had no regrets regarding either the liquor or the sex.
"Good morning Dragon." Zechs whispered with utmost sympathy for Wufei's throbbing head.
The title had first been bestowed in the throes of passion when Zechs discovered Wufei's kisses were like breaths of fire on his lips. Later the endearment had been repeated reverently as Zechs and Wufei bathed in their orgasmic afterglow.
A plum colored robe covered Zech's nakedness yet the gauzy fabric offered hints of his toned muscles, long legs and impressive manhood. His silky hair was gathered in a ponytail but wisps of the silvery strands feathered over his forehead and caressed his high cheekbones.
With further consideration for Wufei's tender body, the Temple Keeper sat cross-leg on the straw-stuffed mattress taking care not to jostle the Chinese warrior.
Zechs' movements were noticeably sluggish and he winced when his bruised buttocks settled on the futon. Wufei grinned. After all turnabouts had been fair play and it was gratifying to see Zechs in comparative discomfort.
The Keeper ignored the Dragon's smirk and held out an earthenware cup. "Quatre made tea."
Wufei braced his elbows and slowly but surely managed to slide up until the goose-down pillow supported his back. He tugged the sheet over his chest, not from modesty but to ward off the chamber's chilly air. It took three clumsy swipes before his loose ebony hair no longer tickled his face or impeded his vision.
As iridescent candlelight danced in sky blue eyes that sheltered many secrets, Zechs handed over the tea. "Be careful, it's hot."
Wufei sniffed at the steam swirling above the cup. He pursed his lips, took a sip and wrinkled his nose. "What's this damn swill? It sure as hell isn't tea."
Zechs rested his weight on his hip and shrugged. "An herbal concoction to clear the cobwebs and relieve the aches. The Manipulator swears by its medicinal powers."
"I'll strike a bargain with you." Wufei proposed a compromise. "If I finish this "tea" and keep it down, you'll cook rice with sweet milk."
The Temple Keeper leaned nearer. "For a kiss I'll add butter." he bartered.
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Duo sighed, which was all his addled mind would allow. Much like the Dragon, the Duel Spirit realized he, too, had undergone a mysterious transmutation.
His eyes refused to focus, his tongue had grown a fuzzy coat and his teeth were covered in a vinegary veneer. There was a continuous kink running the entire length of his spine and he reckoned no amount of stretching would improve his flexibility.
A snort replaced the sigh as he extracted his braid that was knotted between his shoulder blades. With great effort he rolled onto his back. Several blinks finally steadied his wonky sight but the rocky ceiling still wanted to blur into vague impressions and shadowy shapes.
Finding the adjacent futon empty, Duo's next challenge was to determine if Heero had also taken on an altered form or if the Tracker was still human and just wandering around the Keeper's cavernous abode.
A thorough investigation under the duvet confirmed Duo was clad in his breechcloth and there was no bizarre creature that resembled Heero lurking between the sheet and blanket.
Despite his body's protests, Duo sat up. The kink relaxed a bit as he pulled on his trousers and his fingers fumbled to lace up the front.
He reached for his flared-sleeve shirt. "Son of a bitch." he hissed as a crick in his neck proved to be more mulish.
Crawling amongst his haphazardly scattered possessions Duo retrieved his socks and boots. Attired in rumpled garments, with his disheveled braid trailing down his back, the scruffy Irishman set off in search of the Lone Hunter.
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Trowa and Quatre sat in the dining area sharing a breakfast of oat porridge sweetened with honey and the herbal tea guaranteed to cure all manner of maladies.
The Twilight Priest and his lover paused in their conversation when Zechs, who was clearly suffering from an overindulgence of wine and his and Wufei's enthusiastic copulation, slunk into the room.
Partially dressed, shoeless, with a blanket caped over his slumping shoulders, Wufei shuffled in a few steps behind the lethargic Keeper.
A "Good morning." from Quatre was acknowledged with a grunt as Wufei eased down on the wooden bench. Bloodshot eyes aimed an acidic glare at the Manipulator and a sullen frown discouraged additional cheery greetings.
Zechs backed up to the fire pit hoping the heat would lessen the rawness in his rump. While the fire's warmth was helpful, the backwash shining through his robe left nothing to the imagination. Too bad Wufei was too hung over to appreciate the delightful view of the Keeper's nude silhouette.
Trowa swallowed a spoonful of porridge then made an astute observation. "You two should have slept longer."
"I don't think they slept at all." Quatre commented as he recalled the loud moans and explicit oaths, intermingle with graphic descriptions of bodily functions, that had echoed down the corridor half the night.
Zechs sat opposite Quatre and poured a cup of water. "Did we offend your decency?" he inquired with mock concern.
"Jealous?" Wufei snorted.
Quatre refused to take the bait. "What you offended was my right to sleep without being disturbed by caterwauling."
Wufei rubbed his temples in a futile attempt to banish the dull ache. "You don't hear Heero or Duo complaining."
"That's because they drank themselves into oblivion." Trowa stated. "But I bet they're not feeling any better this morning."
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Heero reclined in one of the naturally heated pools where the quinque had bathed.
The only sounds were the air currents' faint drone, gurgles as the hot spring flowed in and out of crevices and his comrade's muffled voices drifting down the dim passage.
Heero's woozy head was pillowed on the smooth rim and, immersed to his chin, his bare body derived much-appreciated relief from the aftereffects of sake.
He slipped under the balmy water to soak his hair then popped to the surface. With a satisfied sigh he closed his eyes, relaxed every muscle and, for the first time in many days, let down his guard and relished his solitude.
A scraping noise caused Heero's eyebrows to pull together. The rustling of fabric put him on notice that someone was encroaching on his territory.
When a distinctive essence wafted on the air, Heero's nose twitched. ''Duo." he affirmed without opening his eyes.
The Irishman stopped in his tracks. "How did ya know it was me?"
"I know your scent."
Duo lifted his arm and stiffed at his sleeve. "I don't smell that bad. A little rank but..."
"I didn't say you reeked." Cobalt eyes peered up through wet bangs. "What you do want?"
"Just checking up."
Silence stretched thin between the Hunter and the Duel Spirit. Duo stared at his boots. Heero stared at Duo.
Finally Duo broke the tense stillness. "I was thinkin' about a bath."
Heero drew his knees to the chest. "Climb in." he invited.
"Ya don't mind?"
"If I did I would've sent you away."
Duo disrobed to his breechcloth. He sat on the rim, swung his legs over the water then tested the heat level with his toes.
"Hot." he hissed.
"Slide in slowly."
Duo took the Tracker's advice and slipped into the pool in carefully calculated degrees. For a moment his braid was buoy by the water then became saturated and disappeared below the surface.
When his butt hit bottom, he sat facing Heero. "Maybe the heat will leach this kink outa my neck."
"Turn around, I'll knead your muscles." Heero offered.
Duo caused hardly a ripple as he pivoted in place and positioned his back inches from Heero.
A shiver slithered over his skin at Heero's initial touch.
"You're taut as a bowstring." Heero declared as he concentrated on a particularly tight spot.
The Tracker's calloused hands had softened in the warm water and his firm strokes over Duo's neck and shoulders were amazingly gentle.
As talented fingers worked their magic, Duo voiced his contentment. "Mmmmmm."
Duo melted into Heero's masterful manipulations. His eyes slid shut, his entire body became limp and his mind drifted into a serene state of nothingness. The surrender was so complete Duo didn't realize he had falling backward until his shoulders bumped into Heero's chest.
The sudden contact jarred Duo from his massage-induced tranquility. His eyes popped opened and he sucked in a startled breath. But even more shocking...when he reached down to steady himself, his fingers brushed over Heero's erect manhood.
"I'm....sorry...I didn't..." Duo stammered as he scrambled to climb out of the pool.
Heero caught Duo's arm and held him in place. "Stay." An insistent squeeze added weight to the request.
Without hesitation, Duo sank into the pool. He didn't resist when Heero pulled him close nor did he object when Heero cupped his hand behind his head and delivered a kiss as sultry as the water.
"I think," Heero's voice was husky and his words hot against Duo's lips, "you are overdressed."
After the breechcloth barrier was removed and the soggy material toss over the rim, Heero wasted no time making sure Duo was equally aroused.
Water splashed.
Mouths opened wide. Tongues tangled and tasted.
Wet bodies crushed together.
Hands roamed, fingers traced pleasure patterns and genitals begged to be fondled.
Duo peppered kisses over Heero's chest and was rewarded with a gasp for air. He slipped his thigh between Heero's legs and rubbed against the Hunter's rigid length until the he moaned.
Suddenly Heero began to shake...not shudders of ecstasy but uncontrolled trembling. He clung to Duo, held on as if his life depended on their bond.
"Don't leave Duo! Please!" Heero whimpered in desperation. "Don't fly away!"
Duo froze then leaned back until he could see Heero's face.
"Heero?"
Vacant eyes stared back.
"Look at me." Duo pleaded as he stroked Heero's pale cheek.
A blink. Blue orbs centered on the Duel Spirit and he swore Heero was weeping.
"Duo?"
"I'm here."
"Stay."
"I promise."
"What's wrong." Duo petitioned for understanding.
"I had a dream last night."
"Tell me about it."
With the hot spring bubbling around them, Duo cradled Heero in a reassuring embrace. Heero rested his head on Duo's chest, took a deep breath and began his nightmarish account that might or might not foretell the future.
TBC...
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