Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ Past The Line ❯ Past The Line ( Chapter 1 )

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Warning: This Fic will… contain graphic sexual content between two men so happy reading and if you don't care for the thought then don't read.

 

Note from Israfel: I've had these two little angels stuck in my mind for a little while and I have an insatiable need to taint them, and so taint I shall… Mind you that this fic is of my own creation and if facts and or details are different from what you know heed them not and continue on with reading. I have made that this story take place in some distant future that probably only exists in my fan filled mind.

 

~~____________Past the Line____________~~

 

I don't know when it happened but I crossed the line, mentally, a long time ago. I used to think nothing of the thoughts at the time, I still don't pay them much attention but now…now something's changed in the way we interact and I wonder if it's not just me who thinks of such things. I often wonder when out interaction started to change, I think it was around the time I insisted on keeping Eve with us.

 

She was a bright girl; one that I hoped wouldn't turn out like Train or myself. It was nice having her around, she was different from our usual, but with her came Creed… I often wonder what would have happened if we hadn't agreed to work with Rinslet, if we hadn't taken that job she offered.

 

Eve wouldn't be here sitting with me in a café waiting for Train to show up as promised, our interaction my have never changed and he definitely would have gone off on his own. He went off a few weeks ago, to visit Saya's grave and tell her that Creed is finally gone, that he died… I notice my thoughts wandering and glance back at Eve; she changes pages faster then I realize and she's already a good portion of a way into the book. I pull out a cigarette and light it, glancing over at the clock, waiting…

 

I feel antsy for once. This is the longest that I've been away from the notorious Black Cat since we started working together. The waitress brings over the food we ordered for lunch, mainly something for Eve; just a small side dish for myself. I'm not hungry, I haven't been all day. I take a long drag off of my Cigarette exhaling slowly, letting the toxins calm my nerves.

 

Eve's watching me, I can tell from the silence. It's different from the silence when she's reading. I turn away from the clock, aware that I was staring at it now and realize my cigarette's already gone. Eve takes a sip of her drink as I stub the thing out.

 

“He'll be here soon.”

 

“I know.” She smiles at me before putting her bookmark in the book and turning completely to her meal. I find myself looking out the window now, watching people pass by. Suddenly the calm atmosphere bugs me. Train's late, twenty minutes late and I can feel my nerves grating. I turn to Eve deciding that a conversation will distract me, I hope.

 

“What book do you have now?” It feels forced, the question. I already know what book it is, I was with her when she chose it less then a week ago.

 

“Nothing special, it's about relationships.” And like the time I saw her pick it I mentally cringe at her perceptions. She knows and that's why I think she stopped fighting with Train for my attention. Granted it was interesting at first to see the 23 year old fight with a child but it grew tiring quickly.

 

“I thought you finished that…” I feel my mind slipping back to the clock, to the time as she shakes her head no. Her hair's been cut since Train left and she looks a little older now; it's only been a few weeks… I find myself wondering just how long it's been since we've last seen him. It's been more then a few weeks as I keep telling myself, but that's how I've learned to deal with his absence.

 

“It's been close to three months since we've seen him hasn't it?” Eve says almost as a reply to my thought.

 

“Three months…? I didn't realize it's been that long…” I toy with the thought of another cigarette but decide against it since Eve's been telling me that I've been having too many lately. She's probably right, I've been nervous for the past week knowing that he'd be back.

 

“I know it's surprising that he can take care of himself, considering how many times we've had to save him…” She knows it before the sentence is finished, she's had the thought too, that Train might have died with out us helping him in some fight. We needn't worry though, Creed was the only man who came close and he's gone now, out of our lives…

 

“He'll be here.” Eve repeats after I've gone silent.

 

“I know…” I ignore the look she gives me and pull out another cigarette. The nicotine is soothing in my system, but not enough to calm me. I take a sip of water and watch the small blonde take tiny bites from her lunch. She smiles at me, reassuring me that he'll come. We both know he will, he wouldn't forget us; he'll be late but he will show. I tell myself this over and over again before glancing up at the clock.

 

Almost forty minutes late; I cringe, trying to hide the movement from Eve's watchful eyes. I take a drag off the cigarette and glance back out the window of the restaurant. That's when I see something that makes my pulse quicken, a familiar head of chocolate brown hair…then I notice he's not alone…

 

Eve sees my figure freeze and turn to look out the window. I can see her fighting with conflicting feelings. She likes Rinslet, and so do I, but with the current situation I don't really want to see her, especially if she's the reason why Train's late. I pull out another cigarette and light it, trying to hide my annoyance as the brunette enters the café with the female.

 

“Sven, Eve!” He smiles at us and makes his way across the room. Eve greets the two scooting over in her seat, her eyes are fixed on Rinslet; she's always had a fascination with the older woman. I smile and say my own hello, glancing at Rinslet letting my eyes linger on the brunette longer then they should. He looks good, too good; I push the thoughts away and move over in my seat expecting Train to sit next to me. Much to my dismay it's Rinslet who sits on my side, Train is next to Eve, already ordering food and some milk, always milk…

 

“So how have you been?” It's the female who asks. I smile politely and turn to face as I answer. Train's always called me a `ladies man' but I think he mistakes my polite behavior with flirtation. I flirt with him on occasion, when we're alone at night after Eve has gone to bed, but I don't think he notices it much. He always flirts back, but he does that to everyone so I've grown accustomed to the thought that's actually the flirt and not myself.

 

“You look nice Eve, you're growing up nicely.”

 

“Thank you, I've grown four inches since the last time I've seen you.”

 

“You cut your hair too, it looks nice short.” It's idle chat to pass the time, it annoys me some but I ignore my own feelings and decide to add to the conversation.

 

“It's been awhile since I've seen you, how have you been?” I give another polite smile to the female to my right. She returns the gesture and I get a whiff of her scent, it's flowery and makes me want to gag; it's a scent I've grown to detest lately.

 

“Fine, fine; I've been getting some work lately and making lots of money…” I nod and add something to the conversation about the last sweep I had. The food Train ordered arrives and the waitress smiles at him a little too obviously. If feel annoyed and take a drag off the cigarette before stubbing it out.

 

“Sorry for being late, I ran into Rins on the way here and we started talking…we lost track of time…” Train smiles, his golden eyes staring into my own a moment longer and I find my thoughts wandering, wondering if he has the same thoughts I do…

 

“So Eve, you're growing into a beautiful young lady, how are your clothes fitting? I assume that we're going to need to go shopping again soon.”

 

“How about today…” The small blonde's reply is quick and a bit sudden, making both Train and I freeze slightly; somehow I wonder if we both had the same thought, that our princess is trying to give us time alone. I watch his golden eyes shift to the book she was reading and widen slightly in surprise. He quickly turns back to his meal and starts eating rather quickly, to hide his reaction.

 

“Today…? If your mother and father don't mind I guess we could.” I can see the female smile as I turn to look at her. Then it dawns on me, Train and I really are Eve's parents. I find my self simply wondering who is the mother and who is the father. My thoughts are interrupted as I almost miss what happens next.

 

“So what types of clothes aren't fitting you now? I assume your pants are getting a bit too short…”

 

“I need a bra.” I give a slight laugh as Train nearly spits out his milk. Rinslet is giggling at the brunette's response as she adds an okay into the moment.

 

“That's a viable reason for wanting to go shopping. If you're done with Lunch we can go out now, maybe even have a girl's night. I bet that'd be nice since you're always with guys.” I see Eve smile at this as I agree wondering vaguely if Rinslet knows about my thoughts and how Train and I interact alone… Before I know it I'm left alone with the cat boy as he's finishing up his meal.

 

“So how was your vacation?” It's idle chat to pass the time, to fill in the silence. I'm back to feeling nervous, I think it'll be a little while before I get used to the younger males presence…

 

“It's been…mundane…I guess you could say, but for once I like mundane, after all we get to start sweeping again in a few days…” I nod in response as Train pulls out a small wad of bills and calls for the waitress. I let him pay; for once I need not worry about how much the bill is. The two of us leave and walk around the town and I'm suddenly reminded of why I used to sleep so well at night. Trains a ball full of his usual energy and by the time we reach the apartment I'm already worn out.

 

The brunette disappears into the bathroom as I move towards the bedroom. I lay down on the bed closest to the window. I remove my hat mentally reminding myself to stay awake long enough to tell him that I bought Eve her own bed and we no longer have to share. I'm half asleep by the time Train walks back into the room in just his white shirt and pants now.

 

“Princess has her own bed now?” He asks seeing his old bed next to mine; his room was given up long ago to give the growing female privacy.

 

“I bought her one a couple weeks back, complete with pink bedding and all.” I hear Train laugh and move about the room, towards the bookcase where all of the small blonde's old books sit; her rooms not large enough for the furniture.

 

“She into psychology?” I assume he's looking at the titles. I crack my eye and look over at him. He's scratching his stomach looking at the books.

 

“Was, now she's reading about relationships. She said she wanted a change of pace when we were at the bookstore.” I fight back a yawn and vaguely wonder if I really am getting old.

 

“She's perceptive isn't she…?” I sit up a little more and stare at Train unsure how to take his statement. I see his gold eyes dart towards me before moving away.

 

“She's been smart since we saved her.” I lie back down on the bed and close my eyes. If the conversation happens I'll deal with it, it's long over due to begin with. The room goes silent except for the sound of Train moving to sit down on the other bed. I can feel his eyes on me but I act as if I don't know; as if I don't care.

 

“I realized something while away…” I wait for him to finish but it never comes. Instead he moves over to my bed and lies down next to me. I can feel him staring again and this makes my nerves fluctuate as my pulse quickens slightly.

 

“You miss me?” I feel the need to be mean and decide to play with him, in that flirtatious way we act when alone.

 

“Not really sure. It's been quiet and I like quiet.” I can feel his frown before he nudges my shoulder with his head like a cat.

 

“You lie, you missed me right? Things were dull without me.”

 

“Not dull, quiet, and I've been doing good in sweeps, having no real trouble with any of them.” I feel his head move up, closer to mine as he shifts a little one the bed. He's close, really close; I can feel his body heat, a sharp contrast to my own.

 

“So…” He's speaking into my ear and I want to shiver, feeling his breath fall over my skin.

 

“Did you buy me milk?”

 

“Hmmm…” I pretend to be falling asleep, waiting to see his next move. It's clear that he's flirting, teasing me as much as I'm teasing him by keeping my eyes shut. Train moves off the bed and leaves the room. I know he's going to check the fridge for the milk that he knows I bought him. The brunette returns with in a few moments and I listen to him take a drink as he returns to my side.

 

“Don't drink the whole bottle, I only got one…”

 

“You want some?” He's teasing me, knowing that I'm not particularly fond of the drink. He expects me to say no, which I intended to until I decide on doing something else, something that I might regret.

 

“Sure.” I sit up a little and go to take the bottle from him; he pulls it back out of my reach, playing. I watch Train take a sip, a little spilling from his mouth as he drinks more then he should at once. That's when I lean over and lick the small amount that's escaped his mouth. I can feel him shiver and I take the bottle from him. Train watches as I take the last mouthful of the white drink remembering that it was whole milk as it touches my tongue.

 

That's when Train does something I didn't expect, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, skillfully removing the bottle and setting it on the nightstand. I can feel him lap at my lips, wanting entrance; he knows that I haven't swallowed yet. I open my mouth; Train's tongue dives in drinking the milk from my mouth. He moves to pull back but I tangle my hand in his chocolate brown hair and suck on his tongue; he makes a sound and I feel oddly satisfied. I pull back and return to my previous position on the bed, smiling smugly to myself.

 

I glance over at Train as he licks his lips looking far more cat like then he knows. His cheeks are stained a light pink as his gold eyes turn down to me. Mine are closed again, waiting to see his next move. His weight on the bed shifts as he stands.

 

“Want a drink?”

 

“Of what?” I ask listening him move to the small kitchen. I stand to follow him, knowing that it'll somehow be worth my time. Our kitchen is small and is as much a hallway as anything else. It's built on either side, sink and fridge on one side, stove, counter and microwave on the other. I lean against the latter and watch the cat boy pour some of Eve's low fat milk into a cup with ice cube's, cream and something alcoholic. Train turns back around and hands the drink to me after tasting it, he's smiling in his cat like way.

 

I take the cup, careful to brush my fingers against his. The drink is interesting and strong. It's made with some kind of Vodka that's making my mind and body go numb. I smile at the brunette and sip some more. It's good, really good and for once I'm happy to be drinking milk, it's the first white Russian that's tasted good to me.

 

“It's nice,” I hear myself saying softly; his smile broadens as he takes the cup back, taking a large gulp into his mouth. He was never one to savor drinks. The intoxicating drink is handed back to me. I'm vaguely aware of staring as Train licks his lips; it's a wonderful sight, the white creamy liquid on his tongue looks like…

 

I take a gulp of the drink numbing my mind and thoughts further. This is our interaction, how we've started interacting since Eve moved in with us. It's almost like bringing her home turned us into a belated married couple that had by-passed the courting and engagement stages and skipped on into adopting. I take the last sip of the drink Train made and set the cup down on the counter. We haven't spoken in the past few minutes, just stared at each other.

 

He wants something; I can feel it almost like another sense, the same one that lets me know when he's in trouble. I feel my body temperature rise and start to wonder just how strong that drink was. The way he stares tempts me into teasing him again, this time with my mouth. I pick an ice cube up from the empty cup, not a large one, but something that's somewhere in the medium range.

 

His gold eyes watch my movements and I chose to deliberately go slow; teasing my lips with the ice a few seconds before slipping it in. Train licks his lips staring more than he normally does, than he used to. I feel my mind wandering, contemplating on just what he thought about while away, just what he missed most…

 

The brunette moves forward, closing the small gap of our hallway kitchen. He takes my hands and I can feel his heat radiating onto my own body. His proximity is making my head spin and I want him more then before…that drink was too strong… I feel myself lift my hands and move them towards his waist, not once touching him.

 

We've never once touched; we've kissed, quick ones, here and there, occasionally using our tongue. Today's was the longest one yet and by the way we are interacting I know that record wont last long… Train's hands are on mine again, setting them on his hips. I love his hips, always have, but I love his thighs more, there's just something about them that makes me want to touch them…bite them in a teasing way…

 

The ice cube is shifted about in my mouth as the cat boy leans closer. I move my thumbs up and down, soothing, on his hips, just barely touching his skin each time, teasing. His hands leave mine and move to my shoulders, raising my pulse some more. They sit there loosely for a moment as I shift the ice cube again; my tongue is growing too cold, almost numb now. His lips are suddenly on mine and the kiss is already an open mouthed one.

 

Trains tongue is hot and wet and is making the ice in my mouth melt faster then it should. I can feel my blood shift as he leans into me, his hips pressing against mine, almost wanton but in a teasing way. I vaguely wonder why we've never touched before when it feels so good like this now. I move my hands towards his back, lower, causing a sound to rise out of his throat as they move over his backside. I like his ass almost as much as his hips but not as much as his thighs.

 

Suddenly I can't help myself and desire floods my system further numbing my mind. I push Train back until he hits the other counter. One of his hands travels up my neck and loosely tangles itself in my hair, twisting and teasing me as he heats my tongue up; the ice is long gone. My hands are moving, teasing his hips and ass again before sliding down to my favorite part, his thighs. I rub them, gently scraping blunt nails across them before deciding on something else.

 

Trains lifted up onto the counter's edge his legs spreading apart as I lean farther into him. I move my hands to his hips, pushing him against me. I pull back, panting heavily nipping at his lips. They are bruised and begging for more. The brunette's golden eyes are clouded clearly wanting more attention. I pay it to his thighs rubbing my hands up and down them, only letting my thumbs move to the inside. He makes that sound again and I finally realize what it is.

 

Train is purring like the feline he is.

 

I smirk and bruise his lips once more, loving how he gladly opens his mouth for my tongue to slip it. I tease him a moment longer listening to him purr momentarily before deciding to be mean again. I pull back nipping at his bottom lip as I go before stepping away and moving towards the dining room on the other end of the kitchen. I can feel Train watch me walk towards the table where a stack of wanted posters sit.

 

“I've gone through these and pulled out the ones I feel are worth our time.” My voice is even and calm. I know it annoys him because I can hear him breathing heavily, can feel his eyes on my back. The brunette slips off the counter and joins me in the dining room. I smirk knowing that he doesn't want to be teased any more.

 

I vaguely wonder why we are going so far this time, if maybe his long absence made him needy and we are just making up for past time. Train sets his hand on my back making my body tingle as he takes some of the sweeper fliers from me, brushing his hand against mine. It's on purpose and I know that, I can see his smirk in my peripheral vision. His hand slips from my back to flip through the papers.

 

“They look like good catches…near by too…decent money…”

 

I move away, towards the living room and sit on the couch, turning the television on to a news station. Train joins me in a few minutes, sitting dangerously close on the couch. My mind's far from the newscaster's dreary voice with in seconds. I can smell Train's scent, it's distinct and something that's been missing from my life. I'm feeling intoxicated next to him and know that if we spend the rest of the night like this something will happen. My body still feels hot and knowing that I have the cat boy to myself the whole night does nothing for my pulse.

 

I decide to pull out a cigarette needing a calming toxin in my system. I only get in a few puffs before I feel the gold eyes on me. I ignore Train for a moment wondering if he'll make a comment or not. The news is mundane and dull for the day; nothing interesting seems to have happened. We're supposed to have rain that night… it's currently cloudy and the temperature is dropping drastically.

 

“…can you put it out right now?” I turn my attention to the brunette and try to look somewhat shocked at the question. “You've been smoking a lot today.”

 

“Not really…” He's slipping the cigarette out of my fingers before leaning across my body and stubbing it out in the ash tray.

 

“It taints your breath a little too much…”

 

“Why do you care about my breath?” I'm teasing him again, wondering what he'll do, if he'll admit why or just play along. Train's silent for a little longer than I think he should have been. His next action takes all of my attention and self restraint not to just walk off with him. To not ask if he wants it now or not…

 

I remain calm and stare up at him as he sits in my lap, straddling me. Train takes my hands and moves them to his hips, rubbing them. I take up the action but continue to look un-phased as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck and cat's bell. My hands have a mind of their own and are moving from his hips to his thighs. He's starting to purr again and I'm close to asking him now, to see if he really wants it…

 

Trains head turns back to mine and he leans forward, nipping at my neck and then my lips. This is the farthest we've ever gone and I know that if it doesn't stop that we'll not be able to return to how we were before we started interacting. He licks my lips, wanting a kiss and I smirk.

 

“Something you want?” I tease knowing that he's getting frustrated with my calm demeanor.

 

“…yeah…” his voice is hoarse and he's close to begging me, I can feel it. I've been teasing him to much with in the short span of time since we've been home.

 

“What?” I can't help it, the way he looks at me, that purring sound he's making. I know how much he wants it, its showing and we're about to cross that line, the one we step over every time we're alone. We've only ever stepped over it, making sure that if Eve or someone stopped by that we'd be able to run back over and act like it was never crossed… I'm making him say it, I have to otherwise I wont cross that line.

 

“…Svenny baby…” His purr is getting somewhat louder, begging for more attention as he leans down and licks my neck, moving to nip at my ear. I close my eyes at the sensations of his breath next to my ear and I know I have to say something, to be the voice of reason to the stray cat begging for attention.

 

“We might be going too far, we're crossing a line that we shouldn't even see as partners…” He's licking the shell of my ear again, purring right into it in a whole new way of begging.

 

“Sven, I walked over that line long ago when I touched myself with you in mind…” I smirk at his response, it was the right one; I don't know what I had expected but that was right in every aspect. I move a hand from his outer thigh to his inner one, rubbing right next to the apparent bulge. He licks his lips and pants in my ear. The hand moves up to his messy brown hair and I fist it, pulling his head into a dominate kiss. Train groans, wanton. My hands return to his hips and massage them momentarily before gripping harshly and rubbing up against him. His purr makes another appearance after a small gasp; he's trying to be quiet, how quaint.

 

“You want to move somewhere more comfortable? You'll be there for a while.” I smirk after my comment watching Train's smile appear as he nods. He's biting his bottom lip as he moves off my lap. I stare at his thighs, at his constricting pants before something comes to mind.

 

Train's a virgin.

 

My smile grows understanding his forced silence and submissive behavior. I stand to follow him to the bedroom watching his ass and legs move with each step. It's sensuous, alluring and delicious all at once. I lick my lips wondering how long it'll be before Train can walk again after tonight…

 

He chooses my bed to lie on, it doesn't matter though, I'll probably have him on both. I walk across the room and lean over him. He smirks runs his tongue over my lips trying to tease. His shirts removed before he's pushed back onto the bed. My mouth is on his neck nipping around his cat bell making it jingle in the silence. I can feel his hands removing my jacket, trying to unbutton my shirt.

 

Train's fingers are clumsy and somewhat hurried, it makes me wonder what would have happened if Eve hadn't gone with Rinslet, if he'd be forced to lock the bathroom door and touch himself like I know he does every so often. I kiss my way down his neck, past his collar bone and lower, till I find a spot that makes him quiver; his nipple.

 

It's hard to think about how long I should tease him when he pants loudly, spreading his legs for me to move closer. I'm not laying on him yet, I want him to beg me for it. He's going to make sounds and tell me what he wants other wise I might not let him cum. My hands are on Trains hips again, squeezing lightly before undoing the button on his pants. I move my mouth from his nipple and back up to his mouth.

 

He accepts me willingly before our lips even touch. I can feel him stifle a moan as my hands slowly unzip his pants. They are tugged back with ease, the brunettes lifting his hips as I pull them down… I have to pull back, have to watch his pants leave his thighs. I know I'm smirking seeing the small shorts that are supposed to be his boxers. They are more like boy shorts with how they sit on him and it's just fine with me.

 

Train's mouth is hanging open as I lean down and lick a slow line up his stomach. I like how he tastes; my tongue is tingling as I lean back again taking in the view below me. I have yet to lie atop him and I know he wants it. The brunette's hands are on me, removing my jacket and shirt now in a hurried motion. I give a small chuckle at his hurried attempts.

 

“Don't laugh,” he hisses pushing me to the side and straddling my lower legs. I know what he's going to do, he wants to try and tease me now. Fine, let him try, he'll be the one begging soon enough.

 

Trains hands are running themselves along my chest, up and down before moving towards my belt. I like the feeling of him removing it, the feeling of his hands so close to my cock. The belt is removed in a swift tug and discarded along with our shirts and his pants. I lick my lips watching his open mouthed expression of need as he undoes the button and zipper. My hands are running along his thighs again, rubbing the inside of them more then the outside now.

 

“…I bet you taste good…” I smirk seeing the brunette's hands shake as they slip into my pants. Train's hard, harder then I believe he's ever been in his life; his precum is starting to stain the front of his boy shorts. I moisten my lips as I move my hands closer to his dick, teasing the inside of his legs right where they meet his body. His golden eyes are staring at me and his mouth can't seem to stay shut anymore; his panting is close to moans as I tease him.

 

Suddenly his hands are moving again, pulling my pants and boxers down low enough to expose my own cock. Train's staring at it licking his lips at its hardness and size. He shifts himself removing the rest of my clothing. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he removes his own boy shorts. He looks good, delicious, I love his body even more now and I want to eat him up.

 

Train moves back over me straddling my hips this time so that he can rub his entrance over my dick. I groan as he kisses me again, sloppy this time. The brunette moves his hips up and down rubbing his cock against my low stomach and me against his ass. I break the kiss flipping him back on the bottom.

 

“…someone's been watching too much porn?” I ask amused at his blush. I move back and sit in a somewhat cross legged fashion. Train takes the hint and moves forward kissing me again. I fist his hair in one hand and wrap the other around his cock. I can feel his pulse as I slide my tongue in between his teeth.

 

We break from the kiss and my hand is moving itself, slowly, torturous, up and down his dick. Train's mouth falls open as hot puffs of air fall out, his eyes are going glazed and I know he's going to moan. My hand is getting covered in his slick juices but I don't care; I want to taste them. I push Train onto his back and lean over him running my tongue along the left side of his neck, groaning in his ear for the sheer fun of seeing his reaction.

 

“…Sven…” he's becoming verbal, good… My mouth kisses down his torso stopping briefly to lick his nipple a few times before moving lower and lower. I give his cock a light squeeze to make him look at me, to watch me; his eyes snapped shut when I licked close to his navel.

 

Train's hands are tangled in my hair as his mind finally realizes what I am going to do. My hand that's been stroking his dick flattens out against his body, thumb and index finger still hooked around his base. I give him a light squeeze earning myself a nice breathy moan before my thumb moves up and down along the back side of his shaft, along the vein.

 

“…Train…” I call his attention back to my face as I see he wants to tilt his head back and close his eyes. He wants to cum so badly and I know it, I do too… His eyes are fixed with mine for a few seconds as I pant heavily on him.

 

“…doan tease…” His thoughts are already muffled and creating improper words; I want to make him incomprehensible. My tongue pokes out of my mouth and gives his head a nice slow lick. His breathing hitches as I swirl my tongue about eliciting more of the salty clear fluid out of him. I rub his head against my tongue before slipping him into my mouth. He's thick and I like feeling his pulse against my tongue as my head sinks lower.

 

“…haaaa….” He's quiet but he still gave a moan, I just need to get more. Once he moans out loud I'll take him… I allow my saliva to move down his dick coating it in a slimy mess. Train's legs are quivering as he tilts his pelvis closer to my face desperately trying to maintain control and not fuck my mouth. I pull back after a while when I know he's getting close, when my jaw starts to feel sore.

 

“…have any lube?” I know he does, with the way he's been acting he has some. The brunette nods and looks around the room for his luggage. I sit up and watch Train move over to the suitcases on numb legs. He returns with a bottle and tosses it at me.

 

The younger man leans back against the pillows spreading his legs for me as I coat my fingers. I lean low and give his head a nice lick before rubbing the slimy, greasy substance against his entrance; he's definitely tight.

 

“Ever touch yourself here?” I decide to tease slipping a finger in as I cover his head with my mouth. The cat boy gives a low groan at the intrusion half in pain, half in pleasure.

 

“…n-no…I wanted you to be…the first to touch me there…” It takes him a while to relax before I can slip another finger in, this time my mouth is in a nice O shape and sucking hard against his head. Train gives a small groan and I lap at him in my mouth, encouraging more. I look up and see that his eyes are shut. His mouth is hanging open and he is starting to give low moans freely. He's getting looser around my fingers and I feel like I should insert a third one.

 

I do, watching a small bead of sweat roll down his head. I'm taking more of him into my mouth as I move my fingers about, twisting and stretching him hoping that it won't hurt him to much when I press inside. I hear a groan come from the back of my throat at the thought of being buried inside him.

 

“…Sven…” I hear him moan my name making me throb with all the more need. “Sven…” I pull my mouth off his cock and look up, licking my lips free from his juice.

 

“…In…in me now please…” The idea is tempting, very tempting, but I just shake my head no, wanting to make him moan. Train has to moan out loud before I will.

 

“…not yet…” I sound as breathless as I feel; it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is fulfilling the need that is throbbing between my legs now.

 

“Please…” Train pushes himself up fisting my hair in his hands dragging my mouth up to his. We kiss, sloppy, messy, tasting his juice on my tongue. I can hear him groan as I move my fingers about, rubbing him. I'm searching for a certain spot; he has to know it, to know what I'm looking for. Our lips part and we stare at each other panting, gasping for air that can never fill our lungs.

 

“…Sven…” he whispers against my lips, close to begging. I smirk and push my fingers in a little deeper. I love watching his face contort in pleasure. I lick his bruised lips slowly taking my fingers out of him. He gives a whimper as I leave him completely.

 

“…Sven take me…” I want in him so bad now; I want to just fuck him senseless but I wont, not yet. I have to tease him, to make him pay for teasing me all those months that we slept in the same bed.

 

“…not yet…” I wrap my hand around his cock and give him a nice slow stroke loving how he quivers below me.

 

“…what do I have…to do to make you…take me…” I smirk seeing how desperate he looks. I mash our lips together, laying my body against his. I can feel his pulse against my skin and he rubs against me, creating friction. It's pleasant and I want him all the more, I want to shove my cock in him and hear him scream, I want him to ride me, hard, and I want to cum inside him… The brunette groans as I pull back.

 

“…you want to know what you can do…?” I pull back even farther now, knowing what I'm going to ask already. “Kneel before me on the floor.” Somehow I expect him to object but he moves obediently, doing as I ask. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with him before me, staring up with golden lust clouded eyes. Train licks his lips staring up at me, open mouthed.

 

“…anything else…?” He breathes running his hands up my legs as he moves his mouth towards my neglected cock.

 

“Tell me what you want…” I'm close to moaning as his lips cover me, taking me in. I love this, seeing him like this. The only thing I would love more than this would be to have him groaning perverse words as he comes with me inside him. I'm going to make him do that; make him say every nasty thing in his mind before I take him. I feel myself smile as he delivers a nice long lick to the vein on the bottom of my cock.

 

“…I want you…” Train breathes lapping at the head of my dick.

 

“…Train tell me exactly what you want me to do…” He nibbles lightly against me making my breath catch. Golden eyes travel up to meet my own as he takes more of me into his mouth. His lips are moving farther and farther down my cock till they are almost touching the base; god does his throat muscles feel like heaven. I tilt my head back feeling myself pulse even harder in his throat. He's sucking so heavily that I feel like I might burst any moment now.

 

“Train…stop or I'll cum…” My hands are in his hair as his eyes move up to mine again. I'm tugging, trying to pull his mouth back but as I do his sucking gets stronger and I'm getting closer. My breathing becomes heavier and I'm moaning lightly.

 

“…Train…haaaaaaa….” I release myself in his mouth and he's taking all of it, swallowing large gulps of my seed moaning himself at the salty taste. I fall back onto the bed and close my eyes feeling him release me with a pop. Train's licking me clean before climbing back onto the bed. The brunette sits on me, spreading his luscious thighs letting me see how hard he still is.

 

“…Svenny baby…” he purrs rubbing his ass against my limp shaft, I can already start to feel the desire returning. “I want you still… I want you in me; I want your dick…” His face is flushed red and the way his eyes shift about tells me he's embarrassed; I have to reward him for such words. I sit up and push the cat boy towards the pillows shifting our positions to a former one. Train's on his back again with his legs spread wide, begging me. I can feel myself harden at the sight before me.

 

“Say it Train…” my voice is soft and demanding and the brunette looks like he wants me all the more when I say his name.

 

“Fuck me Sven…Fuck me hard…” I watch his hands descend down his stomach and to his cock. He strokes himself as his other hand moves to his entrance, slipping two fingers in. I'm hard enough to come with the scene before me alone. I lick my lips and reach for the lube and coat my fingers again. Train moves his hand to his thigh as I slip my own fingers inside of him. The brunette lets out a breathy sound making me want him even more. I make sure he's stretched well before I coat my own cock; I'm amazed at how hard I am again.

 

“Let me sit on it…” I grin and lie on my back as he climbs over my body, grabbing hold of my dick lining it up with his entrance. My hands are on his hips as I help lower him down; I can feel his loosened ring against my head and I want to shove up in him. It happens in one swift motion and I moan so loud with it, listening to Train hiss as he sits down fast on my cock.

 

“…fffuccckkkk…” I hear the brunette groan in half pain half pleasure. “Damn Sven, you feel so fucking big…” He's panting more now then ever, his mouth hanging open letting out groans every time he shifts, slowly growing used to having me buried inside him.

 

“…so…big…so…hot…” his hands are sitting on my low stomach and I can't help myself knowing his thighs are in reach. I move my own hands to my favorite spot and rub along the inside, teasing generously.

 

“…Svenny baby…you barely fit…” I nod knowing what he means; I feel his muscles loosen and relax around my cock. I push upwards unexpectedly making him moan louder then he expected. His golden eyes are staring down at me and we switch positions; I sit up pushing Train onto his back.

 

“Svvvveeeeeennnnnnn…” I hear him groan as I tilt his hips up jamming a pillow beneath him for better leverage. I can see he can't think any more; Trains gone incoherent and I have only pushed myself inside him. I don't ask, I don't give him any warning before I pull out leaving just the tip, my head, inside him.

 

“Sven!” He gasps as I hover over him, teasing him once more. I can't hover to long; I need this as much as him. I find myself slamming my cock inside him, hard but not as fast as I know he'd like.

 

“…Train…” I groan feeling him tilt his hips, trying to spread his legs farther apart; he wants me to penetrate him deeper.

 

“…Sveeeennnnnn…” He moans louder then before as I pull out and push back in. I repeat the action making no plans to stop, groaning myself at how tight he feels.

 

“Svennnnnnn….” He's purring constantly now repeating my name in moans and groans and pants; it seems like the only thing he can say as I continue to shove my dick inside him, fucking him harder and harder. I can feel the pressure rising again, better then when I was buried inside Trains mouth. I want to cum, to have that sweet release; it's building in both of us. The brunette below me is purring like a cat in heat and moaning like a whore. We're covered in sweat, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear…if we had any.

 

“S-S-VE-NNNNN!” I hear him gasp and feel his muscles contract around me; I hit the place I was looking for earlier, that place deep inside him. I tilt his hips up and hit that spot repeatedly over and over again groaning as his muscles contract around me. Train looses control over his muscles and I can feel him cum, I can feel the hot sticky liquid gush against my lower stomach lubricating our bodies as I reach my own sweet release for the second time that night filling his cavity and leaking out some.

 

Our bodies become still and all I can hear is our heavy breathing, panting. Its grown dark since we started but that doesn't matter, we have the night to ourselves. I pull out of Train and roll to his side, staring up at the dark ceiling now.

 

“…Sven…” His voice is much calmer now, more even; I turn my eyes to the cat boy next to me. “…we're not going anywhere tomorrow…”

 

“…it's going to take longer than that for your ass to no longer ache…”

 

“…I knew that from the start…when you were messing with me so much…”

 

“It goes both ways…” Silence sets in after a small laugh from the brunette. I love the calm atmosphere around us, knowing now that having crossed that line wasn't really all that bad.

 

 

~~~Fin~~~

 

Sooooo…. I love Train's thighs got that now? No? well….I love Train's thighs! They are wonderful and delicious and I want to bite them… In any case that's enough of my fan thoughts for now. I wrote this in First Person and it's my first time making a fanfic in this view, second time ever. So I hope it's satisfactory. I do love it though because I decide to `tease' the characters… Alright leave a review if you have the time or feel compelled to do so

 

Au Revoir

~Israfel~