Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Kitty ❯ One-Shot
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Evil Asian Genius 
Ocelot's first encounter with Volgin.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 528 | Visits: 537 | Status: Completed
Ocelot's first encounter with Volgin.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 528 | Visits: 537 | Status: Completed
Title: Bad Kitty
Summary: Ocelot's first encounter with Volgin.
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“Kitty, Kitty.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized it. Volgin’s lips curved in a cruel smile. Spetsnaz had given him a specialist and what a pretty boy he was. They couldn’t have sent a better present.
The young man flinched at his words. It only deepened Volgin’s smile.
“What’s a boy like you doing in the Ocelot unit? A major?” Volgin scrutinized him, eyes running over the smaller form appraisingly. His hair was a little on the short side, but time and patience would take care of that.
“Sir, I worked hard to get this rank.” Ocelot’s poise returned to him as he straightened his posture, holding himself ramrod straight before his commanding officer. Yet he trembled.
“At ease. This isn’t a formal interview.” Volgin let one of his meaty hands rest on the young man’s shoulder. What was his name again? It slipped his memory. All he knew was that this little kitty would look quite delicious writhing in his bed, gasping in wanton lust, face contorted with exquisite pain.
“Sir...” But before the young man could get another word out, Volgin grabbed him around the waist, pulling the major close so that he could feel the beginnings of Volgin’s erection against the small of his back.
“Kitty, Kitty” Before he could make another move, a gun flashed out, seemingly from nowhere and was pressed against his shoulder.
“Sir, I don’t want to shoot you, but if you must insist...”
“Shhhh.” Volgin smiled. “This kitty has claws.” He liked that. Volgin knew his rank would protect him – hell, he could break the major right now for drawing a gun against him. “I’ll forgive you this time.” His free hand knocked the automatic out of the boy’s hand. It went scattering along the floor into the far corner of the room.
“Now...” Volgin purred. He reached down to grope the squirming little blonde. Feisty, but no one had ever resisted him. Well, at least not for long.
Grope grope. Grope grope grope.
Grope. Grope?
Volgin blinked, and immediately let go. “Major...?” He stared at Ocelot disbelievingly.
“Excuse me, sir?” Ocelot’s face was inscrutable. “Is there something wrong?”
“No...no. Nothing. You’re dismissed.” Volgin turned away, looking confused. He preferred being able to dominate his partners in every way. Every way. But...someone like that. It didn’t seem right. But he felt it, right through the stiff uniform fabric. He never thought such a tiny blonde could be so...
“Kuwabara, Kuwabara.” Volgin shook his head slowly and wandered out.
//“...knowing the Colonel’s preference for blondes, I made sure to fit myself with a convincing prosthetic before the interview, coiling it into my uniform trousers and hanging part of it down my pant leg. After all, an Ocelot never takes it up the ass...”//
Summary: Ocelot's first encounter with Volgin.
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“Kitty, Kitty.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized it. Volgin’s lips curved in a cruel smile. Spetsnaz had given him a specialist and what a pretty boy he was. They couldn’t have sent a better present.
The young man flinched at his words. It only deepened Volgin’s smile.
“What’s a boy like you doing in the Ocelot unit? A major?” Volgin scrutinized him, eyes running over the smaller form appraisingly. His hair was a little on the short side, but time and patience would take care of that.
“Sir, I worked hard to get this rank.” Ocelot’s poise returned to him as he straightened his posture, holding himself ramrod straight before his commanding officer. Yet he trembled.
“At ease. This isn’t a formal interview.” Volgin let one of his meaty hands rest on the young man’s shoulder. What was his name again? It slipped his memory. All he knew was that this little kitty would look quite delicious writhing in his bed, gasping in wanton lust, face contorted with exquisite pain.
“Sir...” But before the young man could get another word out, Volgin grabbed him around the waist, pulling the major close so that he could feel the beginnings of Volgin’s erection against the small of his back.
“Kitty, Kitty” Before he could make another move, a gun flashed out, seemingly from nowhere and was pressed against his shoulder.
“Sir, I don’t want to shoot you, but if you must insist...”
“Shhhh.” Volgin smiled. “This kitty has claws.” He liked that. Volgin knew his rank would protect him – hell, he could break the major right now for drawing a gun against him. “I’ll forgive you this time.” His free hand knocked the automatic out of the boy’s hand. It went scattering along the floor into the far corner of the room.
“Now...” Volgin purred. He reached down to grope the squirming little blonde. Feisty, but no one had ever resisted him. Well, at least not for long.
Grope grope. Grope grope grope.
Grope. Grope?
Volgin blinked, and immediately let go. “Major...?” He stared at Ocelot disbelievingly.
“Excuse me, sir?” Ocelot’s face was inscrutable. “Is there something wrong?”
“No...no. Nothing. You’re dismissed.” Volgin turned away, looking confused. He preferred being able to dominate his partners in every way. Every way. But...someone like that. It didn’t seem right. But he felt it, right through the stiff uniform fabric. He never thought such a tiny blonde could be so...
“Kuwabara, Kuwabara.” Volgin shook his head slowly and wandered out.
//“...knowing the Colonel’s preference for blondes, I made sure to fit myself with a convincing prosthetic before the interview, coiling it into my uniform trousers and hanging part of it down my pant leg. After all, an Ocelot never takes it up the ass...”//