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Kitten	By : Horuseye Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ok, I�m
back again, with the first chappie. I hope you like
it.

Kitten:

Chapter
01:

He parked
his car in the driveway, too tired to care for the garage. Today had been hell,
successful, but hell. Not enough that he was constantly under high pressure as
owner and CEO of a quite successful company, but also a very sought after
bachelor. It seemed that his ancestors had left him some quite formidable
genes, which most neko breeders found to be quite an aphrodisiac (1), and made
it sometimes harassing for him to do the most simple things, like finding a
capable secretary.

His light
brown ears twitched in annoyance. It was just so typical. If something was
dropped into your lap you couldn�t cherish it, but if you had to fight for it,
it was the most important thing. Or maybe it was because he hadn�t found the
one who was his aphrodisiac.

With a
weary sight he entered the kitchen, preparing himself a large glass of ice
water, looking out of the window into his backyard, swallowing slowly. Suddenly
he blinked. He put his put his now half empty glass down and got closer to the
window. His eyes were formidable at night, and his senses were on overload due
to the full moon.

Slowly and
carefully he glided towards the backyard door, opening it carefully. Using all
the stealth techniques he knew he edged closer to the figure lying beneath his
bushes, only to realise that it wouldn�t have been necessary. The youth lying
beneath his bushes was cold out it seemed.

He took his
time to take a closer look at the young neko sleeping so soundly. The first
thing he noticed was the poor condition of his clothing and, according to the
ribs visible beneath too pale skin, the even worse condition of his health. Apart
from that he had to admit that the boy was quite a good looking example of a
neko breeder, soft face, chocolate brown hair wild and unruly, and pale but
full lips. The man was sure that after some weeks of proper feeding the boy had
to be quite a beauty.

The male
took a deep breath, sniffing to get an even better impression of the boy. It
seemed that he had yet to reach fertility, since he wasn�t in heat during a
full moon night. It was probably due to his poor physical condition that his
body�s development had been delayed. Instantly his hormones cooled down. It was
a taboo to touch someone who had not reached adulthood yet.

And then he
took a closer look at the scratches and bruises covering the boy, and he felt
his instincts turn into a protective mode. The boy was still a kitten, a hurt
little kitten that had been treated badly and needed some good care. And
without even knowing why he slowly lifted the boy up and carried him towards
the house. He might regret it, but he couldn�t leave the poor thing out in the
cold.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He didn�t
want to wake up. He felt so warm and comfortable. He was lying on a soft
surface, and even his body didn�t hurt as much as it used to do so often. He
purred and let his bare skin slide along the silken cloth beneath him �

He jerked
awake; suddenly regaining complete awareness� he was naked. That was not right.
He hadn�t been caught last night, had he? Feeling no pain except for some minor
injuries he could at least be sure none of those sex crazed beasts had caught
him. But where was he.

Looking
around he found himself eye to eye with a rather large, ginger haired neko.
Like a deer caught in headlights he stared in the blue eyes of the man,
brighter than his own Prussian ones. He felt adrenaline flooding his system,
remembering the backyard, the villa. He had to be the owner. This was bad.

He had
beautiful eyes, the man decided. During the whole time he had tended to the
kitten he had wondered what kind of eyes a youth of obvious Asian descend could
have. Black, like Fei�s, or maybe brown? But he had
never expected to be met by beautiful blue eyes, of a shade and intensity he
had never encountered before. What an exotic beauty had been dropped onto his
lap.

Suddenly
the youth tensed and bolted, trying to get away from him. And instinct took
over, and he tackled the kid, pinning his wrists above his head which one of
his large strong hands, covering the slender body with his own muscular one,
expecting the submissive to yield immediately.

To his
enormous surprise the youth continued to struggle, unsuccessfully due to his
weakened state, fighting not only his body�s weakness but also his instincts.
What an intriguing creature. But soon the normally dormant dominant male within
him let itself be known, and with a snarl he pushed more of his weight down on
the young breeder and lightly bit his neck, careful not to break skin.

He couldn�t
fight it anymore. The musky smell and the strong body above him were
undeniable. He could feel his body react, and he arched his back, baring his
throat to his attacker. He didn�t know why his body betrayed him so. It never
had before; he always had complete control of it. He mewled timidly, his
breathing still hard and his heart racing, but slowly he seemed to calm down
despite his fear.

He could
feel a wet and warm tongue liking his neck, and suddenly his body relaxed and
he purred. And the hand holding his wrists started to massage one of them while
the other one rubbed his back in slow circles.

When had
been the last time someone comforted him like that? He couldn�t remember. It
had been long ago when his breeder had died and after that � he didn�t want to
think about it. Just enjoy it while it lasts. It was probably just a ploy to
make him relax before hurting him, but it wasn�t as if he could do something
against it anyways.

Slowly his
eyes dropped and a deep voice whispered into his dark tender ears. �I won�t
harm you. I�ll keep you save. Relax little kitten.�

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When he
awoke the next time, the man was there again. A soft, strong hand lifting his
head, and a cool glass of water was raised to his lips. While drinking in small
swallows, he took in the person hovering above him. As wrong as it might be, he
felt himself submitting to him, trusting him ever so slowly. Sure, the fact
that his body was tired and ached dully, showing him that he had rather
overdone it this time, could be another reason for his obedience.

After all
he had been raised to be independent, free from weaknesses. Detached
from petty emotions and in absolute control of his body and mind. And
strangely, for the first time since �

For the
first time since long ago he felt himself following his emotions again, like h
... like someone once told him.

�I�ll get
you something to eat. Please, stay in bed until I return.� The glass had been
removed, the hand had softly stroked his head, and the man�s deep voice made
him want to purr. Damn it! He was no ones pet.

Yet,
despite his annoyance he remained where he was, he merely set up after the
large Neko left the room. His head spun for some time, as did his stomach, and
he closed his eyes until everything settled down. Then he took a closer look at
his surroundings.

He found
himself in what must have been the largest bed he had ever seen. �I guess this
is what they call Queen sized. While the bed sheets were made of very soft,
light yellow cotton, most of the furniture was held in white. A fluffy looking,
light green carped made him want to crawl out of bed and test its softness.
There were also large windows, with yellow curtains, and a beautiful view to
the large backyard and the area behind it.

The room
had everything and more a Neko needed, a large wardrobe, a table, comfortable
looking chairs, cupboard for books and other stuff. But everything screamed
money and wealth, simple jet tasteful in appearance. And he just loved the
brightness of it all. He had once � visited another wealthy house, and all he
remembered was that is was very darkly furnished, making him feel like living
in a tomb. Pretty much like his current domicile.

That
brought him back to his problem at hand. What exactly did he have to expect
from this stranger. He knew sooner or later he would have to go, either to jail
because of trespassing, or back home. But if the latter was the case, what did
the man want in return? The incidents of the night before came to his mind and
he shuddered. Maybe he could get away before his situation got too difficult.

A soft
sound at the door made him look up, watching as the man returned with a tablet,
which was quickly placed onto his lap. Blinking he took in the display before
him. Some bright orange liquid, probably orange juice.
A plate with some scrambled eggs, toast and a bowl of soup, with lot of stuff
swimming around in it. Was that smell chicken? These things looked very
different from the things he used to eat, even the
eggs had another, more intense yellow colour. (2)

�Eat, as
long as it is still hot.� The man was smiling. An honest,
true smile, with no obvious falsehood in it. Heero
didn�t know whether to be reassured or weary. His grumbling stomach persuaded
him that a little trust couldn�t hurt as long as he got fed. With a trembling
hand he reached out for the juice and sipped slowly, carefully while the
wonderful taste exploded on his taste buds. At least it felt like that to him,
it must have been freshly made juice, something he had heard of but never tried
before. With a content hum he reached for a little bread and eggs, trying hard
to rein his hunger because he sure as hell didn�t want his stomach to return
the wonderful meal.

With a
smile on his face the man watched his kitten savour the meal he hoped would
help to get a bit more flesh on those ribs. Somehow he doubted that the cut boy
would be leaving him anytime soon. For the first time in ages he had a reason
to take some days off. Finally he had someone to take care of. His instincts
made him seek someone to take care of, to share his life with. Maybe �

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(1) Well, I
think there is a little explanation needed. I once had to do some research
about how smell influences our sex life. Animals are actually able to smell if
their partner has similar or different genes. This is important to avoid not
only incest, but also inheritable diseases (you don�t need to be related for
that, similar genes have the same effect).

AND they
can smell diseases as well, inheritable or not. So every female tries to find a
mate which is as different as possible from herself
when it comes to the genes. Humans have a similar ability, but we aren�t aware
of it. Women usually favour the smell of men that have different genetic
material. Since nekos are a bit more sensitive than
humans (at least in my fic) when it comes to their
instincts and senses, I decided to make them more sensitive to smell. They also
smell if a neko is

1.:
dominant, seme and a sire;

or

2.:
submissive, uke and a breeder.

Any more questions, wishes or tips? I�m open for advice.

A little
extra info:

It has also
been found out that taking the pill can raise unexpected problems. While taking
the pill the body is under the impression that it is pregnant. During pregnancy
women search the company of family, and men that are related to them, or at
least have similar genes. See the problem? It can happen that during a
relationship when the woman starts or stop taking the pill there might be
fights, sometimes even the end of the relationship. (Mustn�t have been true
love then I guess?)

But since
humans are more than just a mass of instincts, and since there is more to love
than genes, it doesn�t play such a big role as it might seem.

Nonetheless,
I think it is interesting. I hope you don�t mind sharing this little info. The
other students at university seemed to find it interesting. But not as much as
the part about homosexuality among animals, which I also had to research about.
Imagine: Sex between two male dolphins. I can never look at Flipper the same
way again, or at his breathing opening � you can guess where the seme ....
The uke needs strong lungs I guess. Strange kind of a blow job.

(2)
Actually eggs from chickens which lived naturally have often a more intense yellow
colour than those of chicken held in cages. It is even noticeable when making a
cake. I swear!
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