Blue Forest Banshee Part 16
Duo and the Wyvern, redux II
"Show me...?"
"Yes. Wyverns are shape-shifters."
"Like Weres?"
Heero grinned.
"Nothing like Weres."
~*~
Heero stepped back a few paces. Duo sat up attentively, hands folded neatly on his knees.
For a moment, nothing happened. Or rather, Duo didn't notice anything happening. Then he realised that Heero's form was blurring, changing slowly, like a computer program he had once played with.
Heero watched Duo's face closely during his change. The Banshee's purple eyes widened. His "oooh" of amazement grew into a wide grin as Heero's form lengthened and broadened, his skin grew into tough, metallic blue scales and his face lengthened into a reptilian snout.
"Wow..." breathed Duo. "Wow..."
"You're not afraid?" Heero growled, flexing his fingers and toes, his talons glinting in the light.
"No..."
"You should be," Heero teased, showing his razor-sharp teeth. "I could make sushi of you with one pass."
"Yeah..." Duo agreed breathlessly, blushing.
::Why you hentai little screamer!::
Heero had saved his most dramatic move for last. He flexed his shoulders and snapped open his leathery wings to their full twenty-foot span.
Duo fell backwards in startlement. "Holy shit! You've got wings!"
"Of course I have wings!" Heero laughed, raising them so that they cast a large shadow over Duo.
"Oh, wow..." Duo scrambled to his feet and stood staring and swaying a bit unsteadily.
"Oh, shit... Scales... Wings... May... May I touch them?" He was already reaching for Heero's arm.
Heero could barely contain the heat in the region of his diaphragm. "Of course, you may touch." He needn't have bothered; Duo didn't hear him.
The Banshee reached out slowly and drew his fingertips lightly down Heero's scaled arm. "Soft..." he breathed in wonder. "Feels like satin..."
Heero nodded, looking down at Duo's equally soft and shining hair. "My scales have a texture much like satin," he agreed with a smirk.
Duo's hand slid down his arm to his hand. Heero opened his hand, letting Duo explore his palm, his fingers and the gleaming ebony claws. He took hold of Heero's wrist and moved his hand to his own arm. Heero obliged by stroking Duo's bare arm from shoulder to fingertips.
"Not cold, either..." He laid his hand over Heero's and suddenly rubbed his cheek against the back of that dangerous appendage. "Oh... Oh, they feel so soft... I love it... Oh, shit... Heero, you're warm!"
"You expected me to be cold?" He found Duo's fascination charming as well as exciting. Almost, with his careful manners forgotten, sweet.
"Well... I mean, you're a lizard..." Duo's blush deepened. He couldn't seem to take his hands off Heero's arm.
"I'm warm-blooded. Wyverns are only distantly related to lizards."
"But... Wufei doesn't feel warm like this."
Heero arched a darker line of scales over one eye. "You've had occasion to feel Wufei?" he rumbled. The frilled crest atop Heero's head twitched.
Duo didn't notice his change of tone.
"When he hugs me in his dragon form, he feels cool. His scales are cool. And they're shinier than yours."
"Wufei hugged you while in his dragon form?" The midnight blue crest seemed to come alive, straightening itself, rising in a stiff, sail-like ridge.
"Yeah..." He moved closer, running his hand lightly up Heero's arm to his shoulder and across to touch his wing where it joined his body.
"When did he do that?" Glimmers of phosphorescent green flickered over the crest in distinct waves.
"Day after I fainted. He and Trowa came to apologise. Wow... Heero, your wings are beautiful!"
"Thank you." Suddenly, he wrapped both arms around Duo, pulling him against his chest and holding him firmly. "You think I'm warmer?" he growled.
Startled, Duo let his own arms slide around Heero's waist, and rested his head against Heero's chest. "Very warm... Here..." He rubbed his cheek against the spot on Heero's diaphragm.
"I'm a Wyvern; vestigial firebox."
::Oh, yessss... You just stay right here, pretty Banshee...:: It made his knees positively weak to feel Duo against him so. ::I should have done this weeks ago!::
"You breathe fire?!"
Heero chuckled; it came out as the sound of gravel tumbling in a mixer. "We used to; not anymore." He puffed out a medium-sized smoke ring. "Only smoke. No mirrors." The agitated green sparks faded, though his crest remained upright.
Duo had not even noticed, so enthralled was he with Heero's body.
"Do... Do your wings... you know... work?"
TBC...
Back to PlaidDragon's Fanfictions Page