[Miguel Andorran] / [Ryuu Ando]
We were sitting in the dark on the sofa watching the night TV. ([A/N] I have no idea what plays at night [we don't have a television in my home.])
Mylo sat huddled around a mug of decaffeinated tea he'd made himself, I don't drink tea and I don't get why people do but there was something sweet about the fact that he did.
He looked at the television terrified. Some poor druggie was hallucinating while getting a leg cut off by a sociopath in a hilariously stereotypical dungeon.
I mean it would be less funny if the dungeon wasn't this ancient looking lair with chains and old grey stone walls, dripping ceilings and manacles nailed to each wall, theatrical blood smeared on every implement in the room.
Eventually his friend comes in to rescue him and at this point I'm not sure why because the druggies always die even if the protagonist manages to save them once of twice.
Mylo was sitting, hilariously tense, he squeaked at every jump-scare and I could see him peer shyly to look at me, probably hoping I hadn't heard him. Obviously I had and he knew that but I spared his pride and didn't tease him for it.
Besides, I didn't want him to stop, it was somehow incredibly endearing.
He finally breathed out when the red-haired protagonist finally managed to drag out his newly amputated friend into the open and successfully call for an ambulance.
It was clear we were nearing the end of the film, we'd started watching half way through but it was obvious it wasn't going to last much longer.
Mylo shivered next to me and I assumed he must be cold, my family keep their blankets in a drawer under the sofa, which is pretty neat.
"Legs up," I told Mylo, who put his mug on the table and lifted his legs, I pulled out a checkered blanket and wrapped it around him snugly.
When I was done I looked up to see him staring at me with wide open adoring eyes, like I'd just hung the moon for him.
I can't deny that I love the way every little thing I do seems to be almost overly-appreciated. It felt good, a lot of the time in Japan it feels like I can spend a month on a single song working longer than most blue collar workers and from ridiculous hours in the morning only to be told I don't have a real job and everyone else is doing all the work.
Appreciation is not something you get as a celebrity, just a lot of love for all the wrong things.
Mylo made me feel good, really good. And I had to stop to take a look at myself, what am I doing? Wrapping my boy up in a blanket, taking care of him, that's normal, but I was adoring every detail... Would I have noticed if any other boy was cold ... or would I have even cared?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I realized Mylo had leaned over, and before I had any time for dirty assumptions I felt the warm blanket stretch around both of us.
I stared at him as he tucked me in, this incredible feeling of elation washing over me, I loved him taking care of me, not like a dominant takes care of their submissive, but how a submissive might take care of their dominant.
Made of careful, gentle touches and the eagerness to please.
I wondered if what I felt was in any way similar to what he did.
I tucked his body against mine and felt the way we fit just perfectly against each other. I could feel his skimpy clothing against my skin and it was a pleasant reminder of the treasure underneath that I couldn't wait to unwrap.
He jumped suddenly and I looked up to see that the ambulance they were in was some kind of trap and the evil guy just put on a mask and gassed the two of them including the two nurses by his side who were all slowly turning blue.
Naturally the ginger main character figured it out before the poison got into his system and started breathing in from a tank of oxygen which he then hit the baddie over the head with and his mask came off to reveal his sister...
I was too confused to pay attention at this point, there was only a little about his sister, probably so as to avoid the viewers suspecting her, but I couldn't really put together why she would do any of it, ignoring the theatrics that aren't normal in any case.
She took a large knife (I'm not sure ambulances are usually stocked with these but there we have it) and made for her brother who was in shock but obviously moved out of the way just in time
Her knife took off his friends ear instead at which point Mylo started chanting "oh shit oh shit oh shit no", he was turned green before my eyes.
I grinned and tucked his head into my side and Mylo breathed out, his hands clutching at my shirt desperately as he buried his face under my arm.
After a few seconds I felt him inhale and looked down to his blushing form, I wanted to pound him into the couch right then and there with the inconsistent flashing of the TV and the dramatic film music.
My cock was already doing a little dance in my boxers (I wear boxers at night and briefs during the day).
Mylo looked embarrassed and pulled back, I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him back to my side. He tried once more with a weak little maneuver that made me wonder if he really wanted to get out or if he was just testing how strong I was.
I got the sense my little koneko was the kind of kitten that liked to be held down, all the strength of his partner bared before him.
I saw him shift his briefs a little and grinned.
[Mylo Heather]
Ryuu smelled like sweet wood and sleep and security and I was an addict.
Again, I inhaled deeply, letting the comfort wash over me, his affect on me was beyond bewildering, I had to wonder if I would ever be okay without him again.
There was a kind of desperation in my relationship with him that made me nervous, it made me fear him slightly, the exact amount of control he has over me was frightening and I had to wonder if even he knew just what a affect he had on me.
When I felt his arm around my side I just realized I was wearing his shirt and my face went red, a sneaky goblin in my mind wondered if I could get away with taking it home with me.
When I looked back at the film the druggie was dead and so were the nurses and the evil guy-who-turned-out-to-be-a-girl. Actually the plot-twist was ... well unexpected yeah but not all that impressive. I noticed when she got off the bike and was approaching the old castle that she had boobs, they were kind of hidden by the leather jacket but not nearly enough.
The thing that always made me jump was the gore, I think I'm going to be scared for life, I'll never be able to step into a dungeon again.
I mean ... well put it this way, if I ever get the opportunity to enter a dungeon I'll have to decline the offer.
I noticed her head eyes flicker as he walked out of the ambulance but didn't let myself get scared this time, I didn't care, they were just setting up for a second movie which I doubted they were going to get.
Anyway, Ryuu was here, my dragon, even if she came after me he'd save me and he'd mash her face too.
I tried discreetly testing the limits of his muscle but I couldn't try too hard or he'd notice, but still I really really wanted to know just how strong he was, how much power he held in that artistically muscular torso.
When I moved away again I worried for a second that he was going to take this as a sign that I genuinely wanted some space and let me leave but Ryuu did not disappoint.
Suddenly though, instead of pulling me back to him, he wrapped his arms around my wrists and flung me back against the sofa, my arms pinned above my head, my legs trapped under his knees.
His eyes were dark, "Going somewhere?"
I shook my head, blushing something fierce.
A heat was moving up my body as I tested my muscle-bound restraints, they were immovable, I wasn't going anywhere.
My cock was already hard and leaking visibly against my briefs, I was flushed with desire, the new feeling of entrapment something of an aphrodisiac for me, I wanted to struggle more but I didn't know if he would let go.
I tried to move my arms again and he pulled them up higher so they were just about uncomfortable, I couldn't help it, I moaned, my mouth parted and my brain slowly trying to keep up which what the hell I was doing.
There was a deep dark fire in my dragon's eyes.
A hand of his ran down my chest while the other provided just as solid a manacle for my hands. There was something extra erotic about being restrained by just hands, more than with ropes.
When his strong hand reached my cock and gave it a squeeze I yelped and moaned at the same time, the rough erotic gesture turning me on like nothing else.
I wanted to touch him, I wanted to lean in and taste his skin and brush my hands through his hair and kiss those addictive lips of his but his arms held me at bay and it was those desires that really made me see just how restrained I was, how powerful my capture was.
The dark looming figure, occasionally flashing blue or green from the advertisements on TV, was a fearful beast.
He had control of every part of me and it was that deep dark realization that lit the gasoline around my soul.
I was on fire.
And it was my dragon that set me alight.