Of Kitty Cats and Gundam Pilots
After what Zechs was considering might be the longest day of his life he gratefully retired to his bed. He had woken the pilots after a few hours nap and set them down to a dinner of fish stew with the plastic cutlery he had bought them, and plastic plates. To his surprise they ate it rather daintily and Heero had queried his milk and then swapped it with Zechs' green tea the instant his back was turned. Duo preferred to take things from his pockets.
Then like a happy, if rather strange, family they had settled down to watch a movie. Heero seemed to prefer mindless violence where Duo liked films with big explosions. In fact it seemed that Duo had a new exclamation, Maorrrrooow, which Zechs liked to believe was a mangled attempt at his own name, Milliardo. Heero on the other hand just liked to nuzzle with the plushie he'd bought him, an already rather bedraggled character from some new anime.
Amused by the new toys, and delighted with the crayons, he hadn't had much problems with them after that, and came to the conclusion that they had been bored when they destroyed his house. So he decided not to let them get bored again. Judging with the ease with which they managed both the crayons and the remote control he wondered if it would be worth while to get them a games system.
Then, just as the militant terrorist on screen was about to kiss the girl, having saved the colony from the evil corporation Heero started padding. Zechs had read about this in his cat book, it was where cats plumped the flesh under their hands, in a facsimile of a kitten drawing milk from a teat, in a show of affection. Although Heero was more reserved than Duo he was still very affectionate and Zechs couldn't help but find it adorable.
“you tired?” Zechs asked the bobbing brown head, Heero looked up and ran his face the length of Zechs'. “I got both of you nice new beds and blankets and you can have your own rooms so you don't have to sleep with me.”
“Nyao?” Duo looked rather forlorn, “Maorrrrooow.” He added for good measure, just in case it looked like Zechs might give in.
The child manuals had warned him of this and been rather explicit in their advice. If he caved, even a little, then they would walk all over him. Once a decision was made it had to be stuck to. Even when Duo was pouting out his tiny lip and it was so cute.
“No, not even for tonight.” He said, “I got you proper little beds with kitty cats on and blankets with sheep on and pillows too. Just like my bed but for nekos.”
“Nyao.” Duo sounded defeated.
“Nyao.” Heero told him. “Nyao.” Zechs really began to wish he spoke their language because he didn't like the sound of that. Then with a broad smile Duo reached up and licked him on the lips. The cat book had told him that cats were often affectionate and would lick or nip the object of their affection, and the child books had made it clear that most children would give a kiss on their way to bed. Heero reached up and did the same and then the two of them climbed down from his lap and walked hand and hand towards the bedroom.
Zechs followed them to make sure they went to their own beds and not his, because he didn't trust them for an instant, and then watched as Heero tugged the two doggy duvets he had bought for them to sleep on together and nuzzled up with Duo putting both blankets over them both. Duo licked Heero on the lips the same way he had Zechs and then burrowed his head into the pillow.
Checking that they were both tucked in for the night Zechs turned off the light, looking at the faint pink glow that danced across the ceiling from the nightlight, then giving the house one last tidy round, he followed their example and went to bed.
He read more of the child rearing manual, which it appeared had been a great purchase even if it did stress the importance of convincing the children to eat vegetables. This was not a problem in his house, Duo would eat anything, including, he suspected, his missing gold fish, and Heero liked most vegetables but did not like tomatoes. Taking his reading glasses off where they perched on his nose and rubbing his temples he turned off his bedside light and went straight to sleep.
He was awoken by a strange sound. He sat bolt upright in bed and listened for it again. There was a strange thump and then he heard a distinctive nyao. It was Duo and he seemed distressed. He jumped out of bed, grabbing the baseball bat he kept by the door in case of intruders and padded his way along the corridor looking out for the burglar that was obviously causing this nose and distressing his nekos.
Finding nothing in either the living room or the kitchen he threw open the door to his nekos' bedroom. There was no burglar. Heero had Duo pinned to the mattress with his batman pyjamas rouched up under his armpits as he laved his nipples. One small neko hand was busy in the juncture of his thighs with the elastic stretched to it's fullest. The strange noise that Zechs could hear was Duo mewling. Obviously enjoying what Heero was doing.
Zechs was torn, did he watch his nekos, or did he go and get the spray bottle from his bedside and squirt the two of them with water in an effort to make them stop. Noin had said that they were adult in some things but this wasn't what he had expected. Duo lifted his hips allowing Heero to pull down his pants and briefs to reveal his erection, which looked surprisingly adult in comparison to the rest of him.
Blushing to the roots of his hair and determined to talk to someone about it when it wasn't four in the morning he went back to bed closing the door behind him.
Unfortunately the house seemed to shrink, all he could hear was Duo's mewling gasps and all he could see was Heero's tiny pink tongue, the same pink tongue that he'd kissed him good night with, laving over Duo's tiny tan nipples. He tried pulling the pillow over his head but it didn't stop his aching hardness. He could not be aroused by this, he thought, it was sick, but nevertheless he was. But they were fifteen, and the ease with which Heero touched him suggested that this wasn't the first time, perhaps they had been lovers before Trent had captured them.
His hand moved from over his head to his aching erection finding it hot and swollen. It was the only way to get to sleep, he reasoned, it wasn't because Duo's impassioned squeaks were so sexy, and they were. He was only touching himself with slow even strokes as a means to get to sleep, not because he was aroused by seeing Duo's erection manipulated by Heero's hand with a diffidence and surety that suggested practice. He didn't know where the image had come from but he pictured Heero lowering his small pink tongue to that erection and felt the answering throb of his own. He pictured Duo almost doubling up, his head falling back and all that glorious hair loose about his raised shoulders as Heero took him into his mouth. Zechs gasped, it felt so good, his hand was slicking the wetness from the tip down his length under his pyjama bottoms, his other hand moved from holding the pillow over his head to flail around in the bedside cabinet drawer looking for the lube as he slithered out of his pants and gratefully spread his legs, throwing back the covers.
“Dear god,” he murmured at the idea of Duo with his back arched and his hands guiding Heero's head as he bobbed and slid two fingers, slicked with the baby oil he had left in there, inside him, rubbing them against his prostate. He clumsily squeezed some of the gel unto his fingers and began rubbing them against his entrance, before slipping one, then two fingers inside as he thrust up into the channel of his fist.
Rubbing the tips of his fingers against his prostate was enough to make him come with a short cry. He lay panting for a few minutes before the door opened a crack and Duo came in, he was only wearing the shirt to his pyjamas. “Nyao?” He said.
“I'm fine, Duo,” he said wearily, “go back to bed.”
“Nyao.” Duo told him before leaving the room, leaving the door open behind him.
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