Rated: PG-13, startled Duo

Blue Forest Banshee Diversions Part 24
ii kibarashi - Symphony for Two

I couldn't help squirming a little in my seat. This hall wasn't big on creature comforts. The seats were at least thirty years old, unpadded and a literal pain in the ass. Some kind of "historic' nonsense; the building has to be kept just as it was. I understand about history and traditions, but damn! Give a skinny-assed Banshee a break!

I noticed that the Humans around us didn't look any too comfortable either and yet they're the ones who insisted on keeping this theater in its original condition. People are so weird.

The music is nice, though; a medley of classical work and Heero is beside me, so I suppose I can survive a little longer.

He's holding my hand tonight. I spent enough time in the Human world to know that this is not always a good idea, especially in public, but then most guys who hold other guys' hands don't have the ability to change into seven foot tall winged dragons, so I guess we're safe.

About two minutes into Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor I felt something odd on my hand. I looked down, only to discover my Wyvern's head bent over my hand in a very purposeful manner. I'm slow sometimes; you do understand that, right? It took me all of five seconds to realize that he was licking my hand, his tongue tracing slow circles on my palm. Well, damn; no wonder my groin was trying to get my brain's attention.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. Geez, we were surrounded by people, for godsake! Holding my hand was one thing; making love to it was another thing entirely.

His dark head canted sideways enough to give me a glimpse of a single brilliant cobalt eye. That wicked eye was laughing! He pulled his tongue back to let the smirk flicker over his lips and then he licked my fingers. I tried to pull my hand away; he wouldn't let go. Instead, he sucked my finger into his mouth. I whimpered. He sucked at the next finger. My bones started to melt. I made another odd noise. Someone shifted in their seat nearby.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, a little more firmly than I would normally. "Stop it," I ordered. He winked at me and went back to licking my palm. My pants were becoming very... uncomfortable. "Heero, you'll get us killed," I breathed desperately. "Or arrested!"

Damn it; he's never had to live with these people. He has no idea how looney non-magic Humans can be. I am more than familiar with the fear, hatred and disgust they can display upon simply seeing two men holding hands, let alone... this.

He rose up, abandoning my hand momentarily to plant a quick kiss on my mouth. "Can't help it," he breathed. "You are just gorgeous tonight."

That gave me a moment of pause. "Um... Thanks... But can't you wait till we get home?" I pleaded, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed us.

He pulled my hand up between us and kissed the back of it, his lips moving slowly, nipping and sucking at my skin.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a man in the row behind us lean over to the person next to him and whisper something; then both men were looking right at us. I must have looked... fearful. The closest one smiled though, and nodded when he saw that I had noticed; he waggled his fingers to show that he was also holding hands with the guy beside him. Family... Some of my incipient panic dissipated.

For all of three seconds, until Heero began sucking my fingers again.

Bloody blast! I wanted to rip my hand away from him and his teasing tongue; at the same time I wanted to climb over the barrier between us and straddle his lap.

Whoever said that Wyverns are cold, stiff, unemotional creatures never had one fucking their damn hand in front of gods, country and half the freaking world!

I managed to stifle the moan that was crawling around in the back of my throat, and then he upped the ante again. Something changed where he was licking my hand; something slithered across my palm and around my fingers like a snake. I gasped and looked at him, wide-eyed in my startlement. He grinned at me, and his forked Dragon-tongue flicked from between his lips and curled around my fingers, caressing wantonly.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Heero-!"

From somewhere nearby, someone shushed us.

He just smirked at me and wound that long sinuous appendage around my fingers, teasing all the way.

If he could change his tongue without changing the rest of him... Oh, boy... Oh, dear... Oh...

...the places that tongue could... go...

Incoherence often overcomes me when I get... horny. It's why I sometimes have no memory of my orgasms, beyond the Jello-bones feeling. It's why I often forget to control my pheromones.

And it's why the last thing I remember of that evening is lunging over the armrest at Heero, tumbling to the floor between the rows and less-than-amused voices being raised all around us.

Oh, and that incredible forked lizard tongue reaching down my throat.

Who the hell says Dragons are cold-blooded?

OWARI

 

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