420-670 lb
Title - 420-670 lb
Author -koihitoyo
Beta - leveldevil
Rating - R.
Genre - AU.
Warnings - Uh...two gorgeous men together? Maybe a bit of smut?
Pairing - Tora x Saga
Summary - But never in his life had he been allowed to trespass the tiger's fence.
Disclaimers - Slavery is illegal.
Comments - To my lovely birthday girl, misao_duo, hope we keep together for more thousand years, thank you for everything, I love you deenda ♥.
It was on his way to the zoo that he first saw a wild animal outside a cage for the first time in his life.
Of course he had been uncountable times inside a cage with a wild animal, not exactly battling for his life, but rather feeding the crocodiles that came all the way from the Nile or having fun with some adorable monkeys that would jump into his hair and ruffle it with an almost human touch.
But never in his life had he been allowed to trespass the tiger's fence.
Oh well, Saga was allowed, but never had the courage to do so. They always seemed so... Distant yet near. Those big, round, maybe a little Asian kind of eye that they had, lined by a dark fur that seemed to mock a human make up, only making them more real. In there lay a promise of a quick but painful death-- they were such marvelous creatures, with their walk: far from the amounts of hair that their cousins had, far from the brutality in the walk of a lion, tigers were almost a royal character. Such a cold way of moving those big paws, their look reminded himself of the time he saw and iceberg in the movies.
Groceries bags on his arms filled with meat and food for the snow leopards fell on the floor as he tripped for the fourth time, always in the same place, always in the same hour, always because of the same thing. A tiger kept out of his cage.
He had eyes like those felines-- so cold that they could burn you worse than the Sun would've done in Sahara, their shape one which wasn't too characteristic for a Japanese man, strong features like those jaws he always feared, hands like paws around a Starbucks hot coffee cup. The young veterinary would always trip and fall, face first in the floor as if everyday was the first day he saw him, was stuttering in the way his arms collected the food-- his knees were getting tired of all of that (his hands too) but he wouldn't pay attention to their complaints: Saga would only gather his things and make a run for somewhere far (far, far away) when that stranger would look at him, almost softening his gaze, lips parting to form some words that would die in the asphalt dust of his run.
Saga was a trainer, he could deal with pythons that would embrace him to death, lions that would bite his head off, crocodiles which were able to pull him underwater and twist him until his limbs were floating in different directions, ostriches which could eat his eyeballs... But never the tigers. Be it the Bengal or the Siberia, he was afraid of them. They were too much to handle.
Just like that man with tiger eyes. 'Tora', he decided. And Tora seemed to wait for him to trip everyday as he held his cup of coffee. And Saga seemed prone to do that just with the mere thought of those eyes.
He would always trip: be it at home, getting out of the shower and hitting his head against the sink, buying the zoo's food supply... And the worst of all wasn't even the fact that he was tripping.
He was falling.
The trainer would fall on the street, on the zoo, fall into dreams of those scary eyes burning his own as that large and well built body hit his with every thrust, only to wake up and fall back in reality, finding out that he was indeed alone and scared of getting inside the tiger's cage.
But as a trainer, a veterinary and a responsible human being, one day Saga was assigned to take care of a tiger. He should add 'unlucky' to his list-- that was his first thought when he approached the animal, hurt by a hunter in Siberia and with a large scar across his stripes. That one was specifically Tora-ish: big intimidating green eyes, feral growls and infra-sounds that were made to paralyze his victims before the attack, all claws and teeth.
But as soon as the shot of anesthesia struck his veins and arteries he was nothing but a ball of fur, fallen on the grass, his tongue hanging outside his mouth, defenseless and cute. But Saga never thought the fur would be so soft, the paws so chubby and padded, ears round and soft and whicht would only move a little when caressed when the animal was at the ICU of the zoo, eyes that would be so loving with each half-awake feeling of caress.
He never thought about those large pinkish pads on his shoulders and the tongue licking his face and making him laugh, Saga wouldn't even dare to dream that one day he would be swimming with that animal, that his clothes would be drenched with water from the feline's jump into the pool. Of course he was still scared as hell from those eyes but if he never tried he wouldn't have that warm fur around his as the animal sat by his side.
If he had never accepted the help from that stranger (now named Amano Shinji) to carry his bags to the zoo, he would only dream about how soft were his hands. And if he had never had that fleeting touch, he would never had the courage to ask him out ("Of course.. Why do you think that I'm always late for work? Or I'm still downing a cup of flaming coffee when it’s too hot?" he said, and there was no infra-sound in those words, clear as day.).
If none of that had happened, Saga would have never been in this situation, pressed against the bed, taking those sweet kisses laced with the flavor of coffee and cigarettes in the morning, beads of sweat gathering on his chest as they rocked against each other, his pale and long legs around Shinji's torso-- hearing his savage roars, purrs, moans and infra-sounds that would hit his sweat-covered skin, spread through his body, reverberate against his cells and make him tremble. Beg for mercy, beg for release...
"Tora..."
Beg for more.
More of it all: infra-sounds, bites, moans, pushes, pulls-- more of that man's orgasm filling him to his own.
"Saga."
Just as happened with the homonym animal, he was still scared to look at those feline, intense, hard eyes. The blond would avoid any eye contact that would last more than milliseconds, hiding behind a cloud of smoke. "Saga."
Or even pretend he was looking at Shinji, but his eyes were somewhere else, like the ceiling above their hair. "Saga." A large paw in his face made that change, forcing him to stare at those orbs that held an untamed fire-- just like the predator at the zoo. "Look at me." Saga wasn't sure if Tora had murmured those words or if they left his lips in a ultra-sound murmur, what matters is that he was obligated to stare back, feel himself morphing into a roe deer, nothing but a prey, a common prey that the tiger had chased for the whole night only to claw at his throat.
"What?"
"I love you."
Or a prey chased the whole night only to be clawed at his heart.
Author -koihitoyo
Beta - leveldevil
Rating - R.
Genre - AU.
Warnings - Uh...two gorgeous men together? Maybe a bit of smut?
Pairing - Tora x Saga
Summary - But never in his life had he been allowed to trespass the tiger's fence.
Disclaimers - Slavery is illegal.
Comments - To my lovely birthday girl, misao_duo, hope we keep together for more thousand years, thank you for everything, I love you deenda ♥.
It was on his way to the zoo that he first saw a wild animal outside a cage for the first time in his life.
Of course he had been uncountable times inside a cage with a wild animal, not exactly battling for his life, but rather feeding the crocodiles that came all the way from the Nile or having fun with some adorable monkeys that would jump into his hair and ruffle it with an almost human touch.
But never in his life had he been allowed to trespass the tiger's fence.
Oh well, Saga was allowed, but never had the courage to do so. They always seemed so... Distant yet near. Those big, round, maybe a little Asian kind of eye that they had, lined by a dark fur that seemed to mock a human make up, only making them more real. In there lay a promise of a quick but painful death-- they were such marvelous creatures, with their walk: far from the amounts of hair that their cousins had, far from the brutality in the walk of a lion, tigers were almost a royal character. Such a cold way of moving those big paws, their look reminded himself of the time he saw and iceberg in the movies.
Groceries bags on his arms filled with meat and food for the snow leopards fell on the floor as he tripped for the fourth time, always in the same place, always in the same hour, always because of the same thing. A tiger kept out of his cage.
He had eyes like those felines-- so cold that they could burn you worse than the Sun would've done in Sahara, their shape one which wasn't too characteristic for a Japanese man, strong features like those jaws he always feared, hands like paws around a Starbucks hot coffee cup. The young veterinary would always trip and fall, face first in the floor as if everyday was the first day he saw him, was stuttering in the way his arms collected the food-- his knees were getting tired of all of that (his hands too) but he wouldn't pay attention to their complaints: Saga would only gather his things and make a run for somewhere far (far, far away) when that stranger would look at him, almost softening his gaze, lips parting to form some words that would die in the asphalt dust of his run.
Saga was a trainer, he could deal with pythons that would embrace him to death, lions that would bite his head off, crocodiles which were able to pull him underwater and twist him until his limbs were floating in different directions, ostriches which could eat his eyeballs... But never the tigers. Be it the Bengal or the Siberia, he was afraid of them. They were too much to handle.
Just like that man with tiger eyes. 'Tora', he decided. And Tora seemed to wait for him to trip everyday as he held his cup of coffee. And Saga seemed prone to do that just with the mere thought of those eyes.
He would always trip: be it at home, getting out of the shower and hitting his head against the sink, buying the zoo's food supply... And the worst of all wasn't even the fact that he was tripping.
He was falling.
The trainer would fall on the street, on the zoo, fall into dreams of those scary eyes burning his own as that large and well built body hit his with every thrust, only to wake up and fall back in reality, finding out that he was indeed alone and scared of getting inside the tiger's cage.
But as a trainer, a veterinary and a responsible human being, one day Saga was assigned to take care of a tiger. He should add 'unlucky' to his list-- that was his first thought when he approached the animal, hurt by a hunter in Siberia and with a large scar across his stripes. That one was specifically Tora-ish: big intimidating green eyes, feral growls and infra-sounds that were made to paralyze his victims before the attack, all claws and teeth.
But as soon as the shot of anesthesia struck his veins and arteries he was nothing but a ball of fur, fallen on the grass, his tongue hanging outside his mouth, defenseless and cute. But Saga never thought the fur would be so soft, the paws so chubby and padded, ears round and soft and whicht would only move a little when caressed when the animal was at the ICU of the zoo, eyes that would be so loving with each half-awake feeling of caress.
He never thought about those large pinkish pads on his shoulders and the tongue licking his face and making him laugh, Saga wouldn't even dare to dream that one day he would be swimming with that animal, that his clothes would be drenched with water from the feline's jump into the pool. Of course he was still scared as hell from those eyes but if he never tried he wouldn't have that warm fur around his as the animal sat by his side.
If he had never accepted the help from that stranger (now named Amano Shinji) to carry his bags to the zoo, he would only dream about how soft were his hands. And if he had never had that fleeting touch, he would never had the courage to ask him out ("Of course.. Why do you think that I'm always late for work? Or I'm still downing a cup of flaming coffee when it’s too hot?" he said, and there was no infra-sound in those words, clear as day.).
If none of that had happened, Saga would have never been in this situation, pressed against the bed, taking those sweet kisses laced with the flavor of coffee and cigarettes in the morning, beads of sweat gathering on his chest as they rocked against each other, his pale and long legs around Shinji's torso-- hearing his savage roars, purrs, moans and infra-sounds that would hit his sweat-covered skin, spread through his body, reverberate against his cells and make him tremble. Beg for mercy, beg for release...
"Tora..."
Beg for more.
More of it all: infra-sounds, bites, moans, pushes, pulls-- more of that man's orgasm filling him to his own.
"Saga."
Just as happened with the homonym animal, he was still scared to look at those feline, intense, hard eyes. The blond would avoid any eye contact that would last more than milliseconds, hiding behind a cloud of smoke. "Saga."
Or even pretend he was looking at Shinji, but his eyes were somewhere else, like the ceiling above their hair. "Saga." A large paw in his face made that change, forcing him to stare at those orbs that held an untamed fire-- just like the predator at the zoo. "Look at me." Saga wasn't sure if Tora had murmured those words or if they left his lips in a ultra-sound murmur, what matters is that he was obligated to stare back, feel himself morphing into a roe deer, nothing but a prey, a common prey that the tiger had chased for the whole night only to claw at his throat.
"What?"
"I love you."
Or a prey chased the whole night only to be clawed at his heart.