Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of morphing titles. ❯ Five ways to trim a cat sideways. The story containing no sideways cats and no grooming instructions ( Chapter 3 )

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Five ways to trim a cat sideways. The story containing no sideways cats and no grooming instructions.
~ By Sweetdeily.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters.

Warning: Yaoi, Mwu La Fllaga/Kira, Athrun/Kira, lemon. AU in case you couldn’t tell.
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It was Friday night and Kira had just finished his dinner when he knocked on Mwu’s door. The man’s voice called out for him to enter and as quiet as a mouse, Kira did so.

The bandages on his wrists and ankles had finally come off that morning much to his delight, as his inability to scratch at the sores had been driving Kira and the other servants insane. He’d tried rubbing his limbs against rough surfaces, like corners, in a desperate effort to get some relief from the pain, but most of the servants had slapped him away and told him not to scratch.

The wounds were completely healed, save for a little ring of red skin that didn’t itch all that much.

Wrapped in his flimsy blue silk robe, the brunette approached Mwu’s chair quietly.

“Good evening, Kira. How has your day been?” Mwu purred; putting his book down as the boy approached.

Kira had been wondering what was in that book, Mwu had been reading it for a while now, but he always closed it or put it away before Kira could see what was inside. There was no title printed anywhere over the leather bound surface either. Occasionally Kira had caught glimpses of pictures, but never enough to really tell what was on the page.

“Very good, sir.” Kira replied, coming to stand behind his master.

Mwu nodded, closing his eyes in signal for Kira to begin.

Kira began to gently kneed his master’s shoulders, small hands much more confident in what they were doing than a while ago. He lost track of time and concentrated on easing the stress from the man’s body as best he could. So when Mwu quite suddenly pulled Kira into his lap, the brunette was surprised- he was sure it wasn’t time for his nightly inspection.

“Ohh, this is much better.” Mwu smiled, holding one of Kira’s wrists up to eye level.

Kira sat patiently on Mwu La Fllaga’s knees, letting the blonde examine him- he’d grown accustomed to having Mwu’s hands wander all over his body, and often found that it wasn’t all that bad either, so when his master’s hands got lower and a little more intimate, Kira didn’t notice at first.

“I’d say you’re just about all healed.” Mwu spoke, one hand slowly creeping up Kira’s inner thigh.

“Yes, sir.” Kira agreed.

“Which means you can finally start your real duty.” Mwu went on, smiling in that kind way of his.

“M-my real duty?” Kira asked; his cheeks were turning a slightly pink color as he finally noticed that Mwu’s hand was not backing down- and Kira was thinking of all sorts of dirty things.

Mwu nodded. “I didn’t buy you because I wanted a masseur.”

Well you could have fooled Kira from the deep blush that spread over the teen’s face. He wasn’t quite sure he liked where his mind was taking this, or where Mwu’s hand was taking his mind in it’s touching the outline of his underwear. “Umh?” Kira asked.

Mwu smiled and ran a hand through Kira’s soft hair. “Just relax. We’ll take it slowly for the moment. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Trust me.”

Kira bit his lip, his face, by now, had gone red because Mwu’s hand was now touching the Red Zone. “But you’re married…” Kira started. Surely he could rationalize his way out of this. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with sex.

“Yes. I am.” Mwu spoke, fingers curling softly and teasingly in the fabric of the Red Zone.

Kira bit back a moan, he was freaking out. “Your wife…”

“Oh, yes. You come from Bluesalt, don’t you?” Mwu’s hand was slipping under Kira’s undergarments, though the brunette squirmed a little. The master’s other hand was wrapped around one of Kira’s wrists, stopping the boy from just jumping up and running.

“Uh-huh.” Kira squeezed his thighs together, but it didn’t help, Mwu’s hand teased the tip of his flesh, enticing the brunette to breathe a little too fast for his liking.

“Things don’t work like that here. We don’t marry for love most of the time. And while I do like her. My tastes run to more your sort of build.” Mwu leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss against Kira’s ear. “Your /male/ build.” He whispered.

Kira gave the barest of groans as the flesh between his legs proved to enjoy the attention it was getting and rose to the occasion. “B-but…”

It was a feeble plea, silenced by Mwu’s mouth against Kira’s. The blonde knight was gentle, coaxing and pleasant. Kira found the sweet sensation of lips against lips all too intoxicating and melted. Or maybe it was the teasing and touching hand in his lap, making him squirm and shift like a small child.

And then the pounding in his cock started. Kira remembered breaking the kiss and gasping as Mwu moved his hand up and down the shaft, spreading his legs like a good boy and thrusting against the hand that toyed with him. It felt different when someone else touched you. And Kira couldn’t help but being scared that everything was moving too fast for him.

Mwu’s mouth was back against Kira’s, questing for the slave’s tongue and finding the organ all the quicker. Kira could feel his master smiling against his lips and was slightly warmed to know that the other man wasn’t displeased- but then there was the whole fact that this /was/ another man and Kira was back to trying to freak out.

It wasn’t working as well as Kira wanted it too. Mwu’s hand was just too wonderful for words and Kira found himself indulging in the kisses more and more until he didn’t even notice that both his hands were against Mwu’s chest and his chin was being held by the blonde knight’s other hand.

It built up slowly, but eventually Kira was whimpering and gasping into Mwu’s mouth, body thrusting all too wantonly into the hand that pleasured him until he simply could take no more and exploded.

Kira remembered squirming almost uncontrollably in the throes of passion, his hips thrusting uselessly into the air. And then the white spots ate away at his vision and his cream spilled from his cock in a stringy, violent spray.

Mwu was there, holding him tenderly and whispering something soft and reassuring while Kira breathed in and out slowly.

“Did you enjoy that, Kira?” Mwu murmured softly into the boy’s ear.

Kira nodded numbly, relaxed and still relearning how to breathe. He was still clutching to Mwu’s chest and he almost reluctantly took his hands away.

Mwu stole his lips again before he pulled Kira’s robe closed, letting his fingers linger lightly with the action.

“That will be all for now.”

Kira sat on the older man’s lap for a few moments in dumb confusion. That was it? He felt like he was letting the other man down somehow. Embarrassed now, he slowly got off his master’s lap.

“Yes, sir.”

Mwu smiled and began licking his hand clean. “You’re a delightful creature, Kira. Now run along.”

Kira blushed deeper, taking solace in the compliment and made for the door, pulling his skimpy robe closer. It was stained with his come, and he bit his lip, ears turning pink. What would the cleaning servants say?

“Oh, and Kira?” Mwu’s deep voice caught him just at the door.

The little slave turned, eyes wide and ready to receive his orders. “Yes, sir?”

“I’ll be sending some clothing that you are to wear tomorrow evening. You will be shown to my bedroom for sleeping from tomorrow onward.”

Kira’s eyes got even wider, if it were possible and he made a small squeaking sound.

Mwu turned in his chair, catching sight of the boy’s face. “Yes?”

Kira pursued his lips, bit the bottom piece of flesh and said nothing. The talk! Ohh! The rumors! Ruining Mwu’s good reputation! It would… it would be a scandal!

Mwu sighed and stood, it seemed with some difficulty. “Things don’t work the same way they do in Bluesalt. Stop thinking about it.” He ruffled Kira’s hair playfully and gave the boy a quick kiss goodnight.

Kira tasted a bitterness on Mwu’s lips and realized with a start that it was his seed.

And then he was gently pushed out the door and he was alone in the corridor.

Kira walked about three steps before his knees gave out and he sat with his back against one of the walls.

It was all well and good for Mwu to say those things but… but… Kira bit his lip. Even though he was a slave now- he still… No! This wasn’t Bluesalt. Indeed, Whitesnow was overpopulated- no doubt they didn’t care if the aristocracy didn’t fill the taverns and pubs with bastard children.

But still, the scandal for a married man to cheat on his wife with a slave boy! It would cause an uproar. A bloody uproar! There was no way it couldn’t. No way at all.

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There was no uproar. Kira spent much of the next week expecting men with burning pitchforks to appear coming down the road to the mansion. They never came. In fact, no one seemed to even notice that Kira had been moved to sleeping with the lord of the house. Life went on.

Indeed, life went on. But sexual encounters began to make themselves well known for the poor young slave, who had never thought too much about his magnetism for males. The day after the revelations as to the true nature of his job, he was in the garden.

He had all but forgotten the meeting in the garden between himself and the mysterious Athrun Zala boy so it came as quite a surprise when picking tomatoes resulted in another one.

Kira remembered leaning over the small fence, on his tippy-toes to reach the last of the ripe fruit when someone had reached across in front of him and picked the fruit squarely off the vine with ease.

Frowning, as he liked to do things himself, he had turned to give the tomato picker a piece of his mind when the fruit in question was deposited into his mouth and a pair of aquatic blue eyes twinkled mischievously at him.

“Hello.”

Kira inhaled and ended up choking on the tomato in his mouth, he reached a hand into his mouth and pulled the item in question out, hacking and breathing in deep gulps.

“W-wuhat are you doing here?” Kira hissed out when he could finally talk again.

“Visiting you, Kira Hibiki.” The cobalt haired boy stated, smiling and gently sitting on a tree stump behind him. He was decked out in a pair of black leggings today, a white shirt that slipped off one shoulder, attesting that it was perhaps a little too big for his smaller breadth, a belt around his waist had his sword and a small flute, a flask of some sort and a small hunting knife. His shoes were soft, doe-skin leather.

“But… but why?” Kira looked around, as though he expected someone to come and attack him from being seen with the other boy. It was a rightly assumed fear- this Athrun character was a highwayman!

Athrun shrugged and plucked a twig out of Kira’s hair. “Why do you serve these people like a dog?”

Kira turned his head away. “I have no choice.”

“There is always a choice. Have you no desire for freedom? For the sweet smell of the gushing river waters? The gentle touch of moss beneath your fingertips? The clarity of the night-sky?” The words rolled from Athrun’s mouth like some sort of wonderful prayer.

Kira bit his lip. “Of course. But I don’t run away from trouble.”

Athrun’s aquatic eyes were on Kira’s face now. “So it’s trouble you want to cause for these humans?”

“Huh? No…”

Athrun frowned. “What then?”

“I don’t want to do anything but make up for what I’ve done and go home.” Kira mumbled. It was a fairly sketchy plan, but it worked. He’d need a job once he got home.

Athrun leaned closer, very suddenly and one long finger gently tapped Kira’s nose. “And what have you done?”

Kira squeaked and stepped back. “I… uh… started a fight.”

Athrun chuckled then and stepped around Kira’s shoulder so they were back-to-back. He whispered quietly from that position. “You, little mouse? I don’t think you’d start fights.”

And then he was gone. And Kira was alone and ever so very confused.

~ Tsuzuku…

Sweet notes: Mwuahah. Reviews?