Shinzo Fan Fiction ❯ Just Friends? ❯ Slippery When Wet ( Chapter 2 )

A/N= *Saago's thoughts*||**Mushra's thoughts**

It had been sunset when Saago followed Mushra to that clearing. Now the sky was blue black and the two were silhouettes in the pale moonlight. Had either of them been in the mood to talk, they could've been as loud as they wanted- since it was so dark they'd be undetectable- and the jungle was like a wall around the city anyway. After a moment the ride lulled Mushra to sleep. Saago was delighted when he was forced to put his arm back around Mushra.

*Our first embrace... Gah, I feel like a stalker. * His happiness ignited into panic when Mushra grunted something eerily similar to his name. He chanced a peek down.

*Good, still sleeping* Delight rose once again in him as they entered a path into the jungle that lead to the hotel. That happiness morphed into a stomach-churning worry as he realized he'd have to sneak past questioning kittens, a curious Kutaal, and an inquisitive Yakumo. The cats he could lie to, but Yakumo...

*Oh, please let them just be asleep.*

They got to the hotel much too soon for Saago. They were sharing a room with Kutaal at the moment, but maybe their good favor with the townsfolk could get them their own room. Saago peered down lovingly and whispered,

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

Imagine his face when Mushra's eyes fluttered open. "Did you just say somethin'?"

"Uh," he gulped, "we're back?" Mushra looked around dazedly.
"Put on my cape. I'll try to get us our own room, all right? In the morning Kutaal and I will go look for your armor, too."

"Kutaal can NOT know..."

"I'll just tell him you got sloshed, we lost track of time, and we didn't wanna wake him, ok?" Mushra pouted as he gingerly hopped from Saago's lap, throwing the cloak over his head in shame. Saago decided to let him hide, since he was keeping most of the cloak from dragging.

"Ready?" Mushra nodded, and Saago opted against putting his arm around the boy. He held the door for his staggering buddy and greeted the shopkeeper dozing at the service counter heartily.

"Hey there, sir!" The birdman started and glanced around fearfully, wiping drool from his beak.

"Wha- what? Oh, you're one of that crew what emancipated us from ol' Mayor Galion, ain't ya?"

"Yessir. We were out celebrating and we lost track of time. The others would be dreadfully cross if we woke them up, so I was wondering if you had an extra room?"

"Laying it on a little thick, aren't you?"

"Shuttup, dude; just lemme work my magic."

"Oh I understand! You and yer little lady friend want some privvissy, huh? Well normally I'd scold y'all fer bringin' such naughtiness to my establishment but fer a town hero..." he tossed a key to Saago. "Right next to the Big Kitty's room if I recall." Mushra snarled at the old parrot.

"She's quite a looker! Feisty, too!"

"Actually, she's not a-"

"No need to explain! Just keep the noise down, son. Say, what happened to that young boy that did in the mayor? Didn't check in..." Saago pointed to Mushra, who had all but disappeared into the cape.

"Ohhhh!" the big bird cawed, "That you, Lil Bit? Heh, sorry 'bout that! Thought you was a gal." 'Lil Bit' bristled at the comment but Saago grabbed him by the shoulder and guided him towards the stairs.

"No need to worry- I won't be bringing any girls to my room," he called back. When the old parrot began to eye him strangely from behind his bifocals Saago added with a blush, "I haven't met any women nearly as pretty as Ms. Yakumo- I was raised to aim high!"

The bird cackled, "Good luck finding someone to settle down with, then! Doubt you'll ever see a beauty like hers repeated."

*I already have; only my beauty's a boy.*

"And she's so kind and gen'l on top of all that..." Saago left the bird drooling over his companion as he and Mushra searched for their room. Upstairs, Saago noticed for the first time how much trouble the other boy was having with simply walking. A continuing grimace on his face, Mushra was struggling down the hall; in addition to his pained limp he was also obviously dizzy. Saago caught him as he tripped on a loose floorboard.

"Lemme help, buddy," Mushra sighed in defeat as the water warrior threw an arm around his middle. The quaint but prospering hotel had several small corridors. Saago turned down the one where Kutaal's and Yakumo's rooms were.

"Lesse, Big Kitty's in 205 so this must be us!" Saago stuck his key into 206's door and eased it open with what was easily the loudest creak ever. They rushed in and Saago slammed the door silently, lest a curious comrade become more intrigued by all the noise.

"Incognito," he proclaimed sarcastically. Well, they did get up there without getting caught.
Mushra freed himself from Saago first, then his cape.

"Man, I need shower," he hobbled past their new queen-size bed, headed towards the bathroom.

"Yakumo told me the water only stays hot for about fifteen minutes. Hey! Wouldn't you rather rest that tired body now and shower when you can keep your balance?" Saago was answered by the sound of a turning faucet. He sighed and dropped to the bed. Glancing down, Saago decided it'd be better for him to get a cold shower anyway. Besides, for once the blood on Mushra's back was his own, and considering how it got there Saago thought Mushra deserved all the hot water for a while. Guiltily, he rose and attached the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. After a deep yawn he decided to take his own advice and rest before washing up. He disposed of his bloody clothes in favor of one of the pairs of complimentary pajamas that he found in a bureau. As he was pulling the loose flannel over his hips, Saago was startled by an enthusiastic wolf whistle.

"Nice butt!" Mushra squealed from inside an oversized terrycloth robe. "Just kidding! Hey, I only wanted to get a quick rinse- I'll shower in the morning. You can have the hot water."

*He was batting those eyelashes at me again, wasn't he? No, stop being stupid! Can't the guy even blink without you perverting it??*

"Gotta quit talking to myself..."

"Huh?"

"Umm, I was real tired so I thought I'd sleep first," Saago stammered.

"Whatever. Looks like we gotta share a bed," Mushra flopped down and sighed, "What is it, like, two in the morning? We'd better hit the hay!"

"You're sleeping in that?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Looks hot is all."

"Well thanks! You're lookin kinda hot yourself..."

"Huh?"

"I'll just take it off if it gets hot."

"... *gulp*..."

"You're not sleeping in that are you, Saago?"

"What?"

"That helmet looks uncomfortable."

"You get used to it. I like to keep it on, you know, just in case."

"You're in a pretty safe place now, I'd say. Take it off."

"Huh?" he gulped.

"Come on. You trust me, right? I'd never bash your head in. And we're close enough for you to let me see you without your helmet!"

"I feel all naked without it," Saago pouted as he sat at the foot of the bed.

Mushra chirped brightly, "Well, I'll probably be naked for real before sunrise! Besides, it's just hair," He crawled up behind the young man to whom he practically owed his life. "Saago?"

*That's just not fair! How can one look be so effective?* He shifted so his lap was out of the boy's view. Defeated and slightly flushed, he gave Mushra the go ahead to remove his helmet. Mushra eagerly yet cautiously removed the armor. His eyes widened and he laughed breathily as he drank in the sight. In Mushra's eyes Saago had always had a strange allure, but now... Suffice it to say Mushra was glad for the beast-sized robe and Saago's fixation on the floor. There was something about the way Saago's icy blue tresses veiled his eyes and lightly swept across his face as the helmet released them. The light hit him at just the right angle as to accentuate the glow from his cheeks and illuminate his hair delicately.

"Wow," for once he was speechless. "Can I...." Mushra gingerly reached towards Saago, entranced. Saago smirked gently as he tilted his face towards his buddy, whose heart could have fluttered right out of his body. Mushra softly ran his fingers though Saago's head, admiring the warm, silky sheen.

"Amazing." Saago had always been attractive, but with this simple change- "Saago," Mushra whispered incredulously, "you're a bishounen."

Saago suddenly glanced up at him but just as quickly broke the gaze as he began blushing furiously. If Mushra weren't so used to hiding his attraction he would have swooned. Realizing what he had just done, the aggressive little thing turned beet red.

"You must think I'm, like, weird now, huh? I was just trying to get you to relax-"

"No! I'm not weirded out; I'm actually flattered."

"You really do look nice without the headgear. N-not that you don't look good with it." **Crap! Too much info!**

"Well, I'd rather just deter the ladies instead of having to beat them away with sticks," Their uneasy chuckles mingled in the air. "Wait, Mushra, did you just say-"

"Oh man!" he yawned, "Bedtime, pal! Now I don't mind spooning but keep your hands above the equator!" he crawled up to the head of the bed. Saago couldn't hide his grin as Mushra dove under the covers, glanced at him, flushed, and buried his head.

Mushra fell asleep almost instantly, giving Saago the privilege of being lulled to sleep by his soft snores. There was no spooning, but that was probably for the best. Around eight, Saago awoke to a bright, sunny morning- the day was just mocking him. He was slightly hungover, pretty bitter at what had happened to Mushra, highly confused about Mushra, and very hard for Mushra. He didn't dare move, for fear of waking the boy. Saago decided to try some of Yakumo's deep breathing techniques. He almost had his condition under control when Mushra turned over. He was a mess- a pretty hot and tempting mess.

On his back, the morning light silhouetted the gentle slope of his cute little nose, the supple curves of his slightly parted lips, his long shimmering lashes, and it illuminated a bead of drool running from his mouth...

Saago was distracted from watching it fall when he noticed the robe had been yanked halfway off of his lovely crush. He was in awe of the definition that tiny body had. His eyes traveled over the boy's lean muscles; an inch or two more of exposure, a slight shift in the covers, and the boys wouldn't be saying 'hello, sunshine' to the sky. Saago, on his side and facing Mushra, chanced a roll onto his back as Mushra shifted onto his side. He got his shift in covers and was treated to a view of tented terrycloth.

Saago gulped yet again. He was quickly paralyzed in fear of a soft yet throaty moan.

"Saago," Saago chanced a look- still sleeping? Mushra's lips were moving but his words had become just below audible. Saago was almost certain 'let me touch you' came from those lips! Mentally panting, he audibly sucked in his breath as one strong but tiny hand made its way to the side of his face and trailed a burning path to his hair.

*Huh?*

That 'huh' must've been out loud because Mushra's eyes flew open!

*Good ol' reflexes* Saago mentally sighed. *If Mushra knew I was awake...*
To Mushra, it seemed Saago was smiling in his sleep, although he didn't notice until he had snatched his hand away and made absolutely sure his comrade hadn't been awake for that.

"Saago?" he whispered, not really wanting a reply.

Saago whimpered slightly. "Don't stop, Mushra."

Mushra blinked in confusion. Still... never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he lightly grazed Saago's lips, eliciting a small shiver. Those fingers moved to comb through disheveled aqua locks; Saago had never been touched like this before, and he couldn't keep still. Breath slightly ragged, he appeared to be writhing in his sleep, while in actuality it was all he could do to keep from touching himself- or Mushra. All of a sudden Mushra ceased his explorations. He rose from the bed holding his head and cursed lightly. Walking toward the bathroom, he called over his shoulder,

"You can stop pretending you're asleep now, Saago. I'm gonna take that shower."

The hot and bothered water warrior lay with his mouth hanging open and steam practically shooting from his collar and ears, both from embarrassment and arousal. Saago remained motionless, trying to regain his composure and figure a way out of this mess. As he listened to Mushra pitter around before cutting on the shower, he realized something odd:

*He was calling my name in his sleep! And from his condition and the way he touched me, we weren't sparring in that dream...*

Now he was even more confused- he hadn't been sure about his sexuality at all since falling for Mushra. Could Mushra be in the same boat or was he simply toying with Saago? Deep in thought, Saago rose and gathered his old clothes. After throwing them into the laundry chute, he plopped back onto the bed. His drinking had caught up to him as well; if he was feeling this wrung out, Mushra must have felt like crap.

"Still, it'd be nice of him to leave me a little hot water."

"Saago!"

He quirked an eyebrow, but still headed for the bathroom. A fleeting moment of inflated ego caused him to run a hand through his hair and smirk, "I don't look half bad," as he passed a mirror. He couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the bathroom. Mushra was peeking out of the stall, dripping wet and slightly flushed from the steaming water, grinning almost evilly at Saago. He gave the shocked boy a classic 'come hither' stare as he beckoned for him to come closer.

"I'm still stiff from, ahem... last night," he said sheepishly. "Can't reach everywhere. Could you maybe come get my back for me?"

"Huh??" he staggered back against the sink as a small river of blood ran down his lip.

"It's a win-win situation; I get what I want and you get your hot shower. And you get to wash your face, but if you don't want to, I understand." Mushra smiled innocently at Saago from behind the navy shower curtain.

"What, are you kidding- I mean- of course I'll help you," Mushra held a hand in front of his friend as he approached.

"Umm, don't you have to take off your clothing to shower?" Saago gulped as he took in the words.

Mushra giggled, "I'll look away, man. Just come on in when you're ready." And he disappeared into the stall. Saago was torn between jumping in there and hiding under the bed. Choosing to just not think, he took off the pajamas in a daze and, like a dream, slowly stepped into the shower.

Mushra had kept his word: his back was turned, providing a beautiful sight for Saago's sore eyes. He was rinsing shampoo out of his hair and as the suds were washing away, they caressed every curve of Mushra's tight little body, seemingly daring Saago to trace its trails. As he scrubbed the blood from under his nose he did follow the taunting foam- with his eyes. While Mushra busied himself in his hair, Saago watched his lean muscular back tense with each move. He reveled in the way his body delicately tapered down to that tiny waist- and lower- even Mushra's spandex didn't do justice to that junk in his trunk! He sucked his breath in through his teeth as a throbbing rose between his legs.

"Ready, dude? Here, take this," Mushra produced a bath sponge and tossed it over his shoulder, bouncing it off of Saago's face.

"Hey!" He caught is as Mushra turned to face the running water, which was starting to cool by now. As petrefied and turned on as he was, Saago somehow managed to concentrate on lathering it up and slowly massaging along the length of his lust-inducing comrade, while his urges were pushing him to drop the loofa and grab Mushra. The water was tepid now. Mushra flinched as the netted material rubbed across his shoulder blade.

"On second thought, I hate that thing's texture; can you use your hands?" Without a word Saago dropped the bath sponge and replaced it with his hands on Mushra's smooth shoulders, massaging gently. "Harder, Saago," he sighed. Mushra let his head hang, "Mmm... that's good." Saago's teeth were clenched as he strained his willpower trying to control his straining cock. "Lower, please... lower, lower- ahh! Saago, you would make a living doing this!"

Now the blue-haired bishounen was gripping Mushra's hips, and Mushra left his relaxed state to arch sharply into the pressure; so sharply, in fact, that his head wound up resting on Saago's chest, but his back was conveniently spaced from the area that was being so sorely neglected. Mushra had been soaping up his chest but as he bent, his hands fell limp, edging lazily to his sides.

*Why is he torturing me like this?*

"Mushraaa," Saago threw his head back and wailed. Mushra instantly straightened; Saago mentally cursed.

"Sorry, dude, but that felt great. Thanks. Now it's your turn," When Saago opened his eyes Mushra was gone, but a pair of warm little hands pushed him into the direct stream of the room temperature water. "You scrub my back, I'll scrub yours," he misquoted cheerfully as he lathered his hands. Saago tried hard to concentrate on washing as the satiny softness caressed his sinewy back. He looked first at his soap slicked hands, then down. There was one particular area that needed his attention desperately, but-

*How am I gonna get out of this?*

Mushra ran his fingertips along Saago's shoulders down to his waist slowly, almost as if he were savoring the contact, and what he wasn't supposed to know he was doing to Saago, who couldn't keep his surprised cry to himself, or hold back the violent shiver the brunette's fingers injected into his spine. Luckily, the water chose that moment to drop about twenty degrees.

"Man, that was sudden! I'm done, though, so it was just in time. I heard cold water was good for hair."

"Huh?" Before he knew it, Mushra's explorative little hands were roaming around the second most sensitive area of his body.

"You don't use a special brand of shampoo, do you?"

"No..." he sighed as his eyes slid shut.

"Good," Mushra grabbed the bottle of generic shampoo from its shelf with one hand. When he returned it to Saago's aqua tresses and began working the gel into a foam, the sensation of someone else's hands (Mushra's, no less!) up there was almost too mush for the poor guy. He panicked when his limbs began to go limp but he could do little more than whimper and groan quietly. Mushra edged closer; Saago could feel the warmth of his body when he purred,

"The directions say 'lather, rinse, and repeat'. Shall we?"

"Mmm..." Saago had been biting his lip, "Mushra?"

"Yeah, Saago?" he moved closer still, until Saago could feel the warm of his husky whisper, the searing heat of something very stiff on his thigh.

It couldn't be.

"Mushra?" he gently removed the massaging fingers from his scalp and turned around. Mid-turn he realized what he was doing.

*Idiot! Stop it, stop it! You're gonna whack him in the side with your...*

This time he could hear his gulp as he came face to face, well, not exactly, with the sexiest grin he had ever seen in his life.

"I was sorta testing out a theory, and uh, I guess my suspicions were right." Saago had nothing to lose now; Mushra had obviously seen the truth. He went ahead and took a good long look at the smaller warrior- he was as hot from the front as he was from behind. And apparently he was as hot and bothered as Saago- if not more so.

"Damn, you look good," was all Saago could think to say.

"So, is that for me?" Mushra pointed to Saago's weeping member.

"Yeah, this is what your little experiment did to me. Well, Mr. Scientist, what'll you do with the results?" He ran a hand through Mushra's bangs as the boy reached up almost cautiously to cup his face. They regarded each other until Mushra broke the silence,

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this."

"What? Wash my hair?"

"No, this!" he knocked Saago into the wall under the showerhead, after thanking the knobs for being on the side wall, and pounced on him. Saago was holding Mushra in his arms and was too elated to notice the water's jump back to room temperature as his pretty little crush took him by the waist abruptly and provoked a sizzling first kiss. As Saago came up for air, he licked his lips,

"Oh, a biter, huh?"

"So hot, you make me do strange things, Saago." he reached up to put his arms around the taller boy's neck, but retracted quickly, grunting in pain.

"What's wrong?"

**That looks like real worry in his eyes. Nobody has ever looked at me that way before.**

Alarmed, he replied, "Saago, I'm okay. It's just the gash from the lizard incident."

"Oh, baby, we have to cover that up. Looks painful."

"It stung at first but I'm alright."

"I want to dress that wound, Mushra."

"Not yet," he began planting kisses on Saago's chest as his hands went elsewhere. One went to rest at Saago's tailbone while the other slipped inconspicuously between his legs. The taller boy was effectively disabled, unable to form words. Saago's ivory fingers were entwined in Mushra's soaking wet head as he helplessly thrusted against his strong grip. As the hand on Saago's back crept up to play in his shimmering hair, Mushra yelped.

Saago gently moved him away by the shoulders. "You still want to stay in here?"

Mushra nodded stubbornly.

"If you say so, but let me pleasure you." He led Mushra to his former position on the wall. It was like something out of one of his own dreams as Saago kissed him gently on the mouth and deftly fell to his knees. He laced his fingers with Mushra's as he nuzzled the boy's stomach. As he lightly nipped at his hipbone Mushra squirmed,

"Nnn. S-saago!"

"Be patient," scolded Saago as he held Mushra's hips still. "You are so beautiful," he sighed as he took the weight of his meat in his hand, making the boy growl pitifully. Saago gave it a peck and dropped it. Panting loudly and trembling in the heated water, Mushra pouted.

"You're enjoying this, huh, Saago?"

"Tormenting you? Oh, yeah," as he flicked his tongue over the head.

"Do something or get back up uhh..." he trailed off as Saago took him in his mouth as far as he could.

"Mmm," he purred as he reached back to feel Mushra up. Meanwhile Mushra had taken to massaging Saago's scalp, which kept him purring. Experimentally, soothingly, Saago inserted a finger, not penetrating, just relaxing. But when he did intrude he was interrupted by a shrill cry of pain. Instantly the finger retracted and Saago reached up to encompass the little warrior in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry, Mushra, I'm sorry,"pleaded Saago in between alternately kissing him on the cheek and wiping hair from his face. "I'm such an idiot! Of course you'll still be in pain, I mean-"

"You're overreacting! It's okay; I'm not upset. I'm kinda amazed that you care that much about me."

"Well I do, more than you know; I've never felt like this about anyone before," Mushra put a hand to Saago's face.

"That's so weird; you took the words outta my mouth. Since we're opening up..." whispered Mushra, "I've been so confused lately. I think about you all the time, and when you look at me I get butterflies. I'm comfortable telling you about things I don't even like to admit to myself. Thinking of you makes me fight harder, too; when we're in battle I do everything I can to keep you from getting carded."

"You're the only one I'd trust with my card, Mushra. I want to protect you, make you happy, make you mine," he accented his point by kissing him quick and possessively. You're so powerful... and pretty, and... man you bring out the oddball in me."

"Saago?"

"Hm?"

"Is this love?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't mind if it was,"

"I... I ouch!" Shifting against the peach tile of the shower made him aware of that gash again.

"Mushra, I think I love you, but I know I don't like watching you suffer." Still on his knees, he tugged slowly on the brunette's dick; as though talking to it, Saago was just close enough for his labored breaths and the slight brush of his lips to taunt. "We're getting out of all this steam so I can fix you up. Wait, steam? Water gets freakishly hot when it comes time for us to get out, huh?"

Rising to his feet, Saago stopped the flow and stepped out to get some towels. He came back blotting his hair and handed Mushra a fluffy yellow towel. When Saago was done with his head he resembled his hyperform, sans horns and turquoise hair; he draped the towel loosely around his waist as best he could. Mushra looked much less hungover; now the strange look in his eyes was desire. Saago eyed him hungrily as the smaller boy stared him down with his thumbnail between his teeth. He probably would've been more comfortable without the towel, no matter how loosely it hung from his hips. Without a word, Saago hoisted him up easily and set the petite thing on a bathroom counter.

"Now you just sit here and let me patch you up." He nodded sweetly, still chewing his thumbnail. At the moment he resembled a little boy who had scraped his knee while doing something naughty. Saago giggled at the thought and squeezed Mushra, giving him a quick peck before going to the medicine cabinet.

"What's up with your hair? It was almost bone straight last night."

"Well, the humidity puffs it up; same thing happens when I power up," he explained as he found some bandages and antiseptic. "You haven't noticed the humid aura around me? This'll sting."

"Yeah," groaned Mushra, "It's steamy close to you because of your element!" His eyes shone with new understanding.

"Didn't you ever notice? You have a very warm aura."

"Uh-huh, but I thought I was just hot, ha! It does get stronger when I'm feeling some intense emotion; makes sense!" he nodded thoughtfully.

"Mushra? That was us in the shower."

"Duh!"

"No!" huffed Saago as he put two and two together. "Heat plus water equals steam! We made that steam and heated that water!"

"Oh cool. Prove it."

"Wait a sec- there." He wrapped the slight torso snugly. "How's that?"

"Feels better. Thanks, Saago."

"Now you're going to have to sit still for a bit, so you let me make the steam." Mushra hopped down as Saago took his hand and led him to their bed. "Have a seat my dear."

Seating himself, he pulled Mushra onto his knee and brushed his lips along his collarbone. Mushra tried not to whine as he writhed on Saago's lap, but as Saago ran his hand over the bulge in his towel, Mushra was compelled to snatch him by the hair and growl,

"I can't take this much longer!" and kiss him roughly. As his grip loosened his kissing became more passionately violent, and Saago, though stunned, began to return the action with equal fervor. It became a full-blown make-out session as Mushra stood up and simultaneously reached under Saago's towel and pressed him to the bed. Mushra pulled away for a much-needed gasp and licked his bruised lips while Saago ran a finger along his own. Then he stood Mushra back in front of him and sat up as best he could.

Mushra slid his hands behind Saago's neck and, as he smirked at Saago's reaction to his touch, gently moaned, "I want you to touch me, Saago."

In eager acquiescence, the blue-haired boy snatched Mushra's towel away and pulled him close. His teeth clamped down on a nipple without warning, causing his petite partner to arch sharply into him. Mercilessly, Saago snaked his way between the boy's legs as well. Barely biting back a scream, Mushra threw back his head and groaned with an uncharacteristic deepness.

"Mushra? Isn't this what you wanted? You're trembling, baby."

"Oh, Saago" he breathed dreamily, "I gotta lie down."

"It's so gratifying knowing I did this to you," he grinned as he let Mushra stiffly crawl onto the bed. The brunette barely had time to let his head hit the comforter before Saago dove on him. While Saago was busy in his mouth, Mushra took the liberty of removing his towel. He pushed Saago's hips into his own as he kneaded pearly cheeks. This time it was Saago's turn to arch up as he hissed harshly. Seemingly regaining control, he nipped at Mushra's earlobe before planting kisses in a beeline towards his groin. Amidst the wisps of steam the boys appeared to be living one of their fantasies as Saago reached his target.

He ran his tongue ever so slowly along Mushra's pleasure line as the boy wept his name in exquisite agony.

"Aww, baby don't cry, I'll stop teasing," Saago licked his lips and went down on Mushra: his tongue lightly swirled around the boy's belly button.

He snatched two fistfuls of the bedspread, thrashing about hysterically. "You liar! I see the steam, Saago, ok? Now suck me!"

"I wish you could see yourself. All this from a little teasing? You are quite a sight." And Mushra was quite a sight- breathless, flushed up to his ears, his bottom lip quivering, and directing Saago a steamy half-lidded glare. "Look at you," he moved to kiss Mushra one more time but his supporting arm was yanked from under him.

Before he knew it he was on his back with Mushra straddling him. His spinning vision refocused on his partner, whose eyes were rolling back as he shamelessly humped Saago.

"Mushr-ah... Mushra, wait... I want to... oh..." it was a lost cause for him to try speaking while Mushra was gyrating on top of him. Between gasps he somehow managed to choke out a 'Lay down!' Pausing, sizing up his new lover, Mushra begrudgingly slid off and lay supine as Saago returned to his former place over the diminutive warrior.

"We have got to try that when you get better!"

Mushra, pouting, said nothing; he simply spread his legs and began massaging his throbbing erection with a defiant glint in his eye.

"Let me," Saago insisted as he resisted the urge to pump his own hardness, which was aggressively protesting all this teasing business. Saago knocked Mushra's hands away and ceremoniously lowered his mouth once and for all. It was not long before they developed a rhythm, and that rhythm became frantic. Right as Mushra was about to reach his peak Saago pulled away.

"Why are you doing this to me!" the brunette sobbed.

"Shh," soothed Saago as he tried to steady his equally distressed head. "Always wanted to do this to you,"

"What? Aaah..." Saago raked his teeth gently along Mushra's shaft, making him scream almost aloud. His tan skin suffused and his cheeks became sanguine as his jaw dropped. Mushra draped his legs over Saago's shoulders when his mouth descended again. He sucked hungrily on Mushra and gained a new appetite as the smaller boy stiffened and cried out his name. This time Saago's gulp was followed by a self-satisfied grin at his having sated Mushra.

He sat on the edge of their bed and watched as his comrade caught his breath. Mushra rose with a deviant smirk.

"This'll be so. much. fun." He stalked around the perimeter of the bed and dropped down in front of Saago.

Exhibiting almost antlike strength, he hooked his hands behind Saago's knees and easily knocked him onto his back. The water warrior was too startled and curious to question Mushra, who, keeping Saago's legs in the air, began nibbling on the inside of his thigh. Mushra appeared to be practicing making hickies, or urging Saago to protest. Saago was a stubborn bishounen: he refused to give Mushra more than the occasional gasp or whimper- until he got into his more devious tricks.

Mushra lightly ran the tip of his tongue up Saago's erection, earning a startled yelp and a pleading sob when he didn't do it again right away.

"Revenge is sweet," he dragged the tip of his tongue up the side this time, slower, so Saago could feel his vengeful breath on his dick. The taller boy was reduced to fitful huffs and whines; he was silenced as Mushra took his length into the heated recesses of his throat, just to abandon it moments later. The violent tremor Mushra caused by blowing Saago's abused hardness gave him boundless joy.

"Mushra, please," Saago cried.

"Oh, shut it. It's your turn now; you shouldn't have been such a tease to me."

He planted succulent lips on Saago's tip and proceeded to suck him completely in. When he released his suction his partner slid from his mouth slowly, with the trademark 'pop' of a blowjob. Their eyes met as Mushra mockingly replaced his mouth on the pulsing head and Saago gulped back a moan. Saago tested his luck, lifting his crotch- surprisingly, the vengeful boy allowed him to gently rock back and forth. As he gained confidence, Saago propped himself up on an elbow and used his free hand to stroke Mushra's downy hair and steady his head as the rhythm quickened.

Obviously enjoying Saago's meat in his mouth, the brunette's heavy-lidded eyes rolled back out of pleasure several times before sliding shut lazily. Soon Saago's frantic pace woke Mushra from his ecstasy and, without warning, he pinned Saago's hips to the bed.

"Not yet!" Saago cried. Mushra remained silent gauging his work with a half-sneer/half-smirk.

"Such a sexy little devil," His captive purred before being rendered speechless again. The smaller boy had him immobilized and was going down again. When Saago looked down to see Mushra's sandy head bobbing up and down between his legs he could've come right then. What closed the deal, though, and this humiliated Saago whenever the two reminisced about it, was a few simple words, spoken when he came up for one last pause.

Mushra stared intensely at the rigid length. He grasped it and squeezed, still completely focused, and told it, "I can't wait to put you inside me," and kissed it.

Big mistake.

Saago groaned aloud as his essence jetted onto disturbingly juvenile features. As Mushra rose menacingly, Saago dripping from his hair, he was met with a satisfied grin and a loving embrace from the exhausted water warrior. They lay holding each other for quite some time; this time Mushra was the one bewitched, admiring his crush-turned-lover as he cooled down, eyes shut and donning a macho smirk.

Mushra was awestruck at the handsome creature that lay before him- aqua waves flowing down his flushed cheeks, the alabaster satin of his skin, the lucid definition of his profile.

**How could something so beautiful be possible? How could this work of art have fallen for me??** Mushra was deep in wonder when his thoughts were intruded upon by several sharp raps and a few dull thumps on their door.

"Hey, Saago! Mushra! You guys in there?" Sen shrilled. Saago cursed silently as he wriggled out from under Mushra.

"Get under the covers. And wipe that stuff from your hair, baby." He kissed the dumbstruck boy once more before hopping up, draping his towel back over himself, and seizing his trusty helmet.

"Coming!" he called as he reached the door. He unlocked it but left the chain on.

"Yeah? Hey!" The door-wall gap was just big enough for three nosey kittens to pop through.

"Wow! How much hot water did they give you guys? It's all steamy in here!"

"How come you didn't come back and sleep with Rei and Uncle Kutaal and me?"

Defeated, he unchained the door for Yakumo and Kutaal, who remained in the doorway as Rei and Sen bounced around. Este was standing akimbo, tapping her tiny foot at Mushra.

"And where were you? We were worried about you so we were about to send Saago to get you, but Uncle said he had already gone off. It took so long for him to find you that we fell asleep waiting! Shame on you, Mushra! And you're still in bed? You should get up now- Saago was awake just as long as you were last night, weren't you? And, look, he's already had a good shower- phew! You need one, too; you smell funny. Like the jungle in spring, eww! Anyway, where was I?" She and her wagging little finger nagged over to an anxious Mushra, who was hanging on to his sheet for dear life as she tugged and coerced. Kutaal snatched her up quickly.

"Este, dear, does he not look sickly? I'm sure his head is aching horribly and your shrieking couldn't possibly be helping. Let's let him rest. Mushra looks like he had a tough night."
"

Well... ok," she reluctantly gave in. "But we need to talk when you get better, Mushra. Let's get waffles!" She grabbed Yakumo's hand and pulled her towards the kitchen area, Rei and Sen trailing close behind.

"Good," Saago sighed. "Look, can we go look for his armor by the saloon? Mushra's got a terrible hangover."

"Of course! Anything for a comrade!" he boomed, "After breakfast, that is! Would either of you like anything sent up?"

"I'm not hungry, thanks," Mushra smiled meekly.

"Just send us up some juice and whatever Yakumo orders, for me." Saago patted Kutaal on the shoulder and shut the door behind him; both young men slumped down in relief.

"Este," Saago shook his head, "will be a fantastic mother one day!"

"Will you get my other suit from your trunk? I wanna be ready when 'Mom' comes back."

"All right, but I need another rinse first."

"Hmm. Me, too."

"Shall we?"

"Let's."

~About two weeks later~

The Shinzo gang has departed from Astatine. They are now in the heart of the humid jungle. Upon finding a small lake fed by a sparkling creek, they decide to rest. Bathing in shifts- the girls, Kutaal and the twins, and then Saago and Mushra- our boys await their turn with suspicious silence.

Rei came running back to the clearing first.
"Wow, that water was cold! Just what I needed!"

"Cold water's good for fur, I heard," Este added as she preened her newly cleaned ears.

"Your turn, you two," Kutaal lumbered up. Mushra rose with a sideways glance at the water-warrior, who smirked as he followed mutely.

"Do they seem to be acting strangely to you?" Kutaal whispered to Yakumo after they had moved out of earshot.

"Now that you mention it, they do seem to be sharing some big secret, don't they? Always whispering and giggling."

"Yes, yes. Oh, Rei! Forgotten your shoes in your hurry, have you? Not a wise move on unfamiliar terrain. Sen, go back to the lake with him; tender paws need their brother's protection while seeking shelter, am I right?"

"Dummy!"

"I can't help it, Sen, the grass feel great under my toes," the kittens faded into the distance, leaving Este to groom and Kutaal and Yakumo to wonder.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd suspect them of having a fling!" she whispered.

"Almost," Kutaal nodded, "But Mushra's too macho and Saago... well, he just strikes me as more of a lady's man."

The two went about setting up dinner in contemplative silence, until Rei and Sen darted back in screaming hysterics.

"Calm down, kittens! Nobody can understand you both shouting at once like that!" Yakumo soothed.

They took a deep breath each and yelled in unison, "Someone's attacking Mushra!"

Sen howled, "We got down to the lake and some guy with blue hair was wrestling him!"

"But Mushra was on top when we ran away. He looked like he was winning with some new move! He was bouncin' up an' down on the guy's gut..."

"Yeah! And the guy was all, `Oh! Oh! I can't take it!'"

"They were fighting so hard they steamed up the place! Do you remember how... not hot that water was?"

"What about Saago? Where was he?" It was silent for a moment.

"Aah! Saago wasn't there! It was just the blue-haired man and Mushra!"

"He carded Saago! That guy's dangerous!" Este cried. "Oh, save them, Uncle Kutaal! Mushra and Saago need you! Go rescue them!"

In all the yowling hubbub, Kutaal had hyperformed and Yakumo had hopped into Hakuba.

"Come on, kittens, get in!" At what sounded like a wail of agony from Mushra, the group started off at full speed, Hyper-Kutaal leading the way.

"We're coming, Mushra!"

And so was he.


~A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! Forgive me?~