Neko-laus 3: A tale of two kings

Chapter 16 : Love Cats

I wanted to punch someone in the head.  Okay, I wanted to punch the Old Man in the head but that wiley bastard was never going to be that off guard.  By all rights, the whole of my posse should have been relegated to the rest of the mess hall.  I really wasn’t his Lieutenant anymore so I shouldn’t have to sit at the head table.  I shouldn’t have to sit right beside Dr. Whitecoat who kept looking at me with those analytical eyes and more than once he touched me on the wrist to take an unnecessary reading.

“Sit there and eat, little neko.”  Grim warned the next time the Doctor reached for me and I jerked my arm away.  I should be grateful the rabbit and bunny references were gone but the Old Man was taking too much enjoyment out of my discomfort.

“I’m not a medical experiment.”

The Doctor returned in that dreadful monotone of his. “We have to monitor your condition in order to prescribe the right meds…”

“I. DIDN’T. HAVE. A. SEIZURE.”

“Nicky, eat.”

“Of course you didn’t, we can’t call it a seizure until we do some tests.”

A hand fell over my shoulder and I turned to rip a strip off of who ever it was but came face to face, well, forehead to forehead with my King Tiger.  “You must be feeling better because you’re being a dink.”

I blinked.  I blinked again.  Did he just call me…? 

Mags threw back his head and let a loose a loud laugh.  I don’t think I’d heard him laugh like that before.  Damn, that was sexy.  Spark.  I lit him up.  His hand came up to his chest then he reared over me and gave me a very sweet, very thorough, very sexy kiss…right there.  In front of everyone.  I sparked him.  Mags set me to inferno.  It had been so long.  My head had hurt.  Mags was exhausted.  I was half dead.  Mags was dancing the danger line.  I was seeing strange ribbons of power that spoke to me in seductive words.  He felt so good crushed against me.  Tilting my head just that way made my golden tiger do that purr deep in his chest.  My nipples budded and peaked as I felt his purry vibration stimulate me.

The floor suddenly rose up to hit us.  Mags took the brunt of the fall.  I was aware that his arms were around me but his forearms and hands were cradled around the back of my head.  His eyes were watching me with such care and concern that my throat suddenly tightened.

“Nicky…”  He said my name with that low husky fuck me now voice that I oh so loved.

Whatever the hell he was going to say was lost as I was suddenly trying to breathe water through my nose.  You don’t get amorous when you’re drowning.  I coughed and sputtered finally rolling over onto my stomach coughing some more.  Grim’s boots were beside my head...then the bucket dropped close enough to my face to splash puddle water up into my eye.

“The mess hall is designated for eating.  Your quarters are designated for screwing around.  No one wants to see...”

Cat calls and a whole lot of “I do” rose up as Mags assisted me in sitting up.  The Old Man just looked over his shoulder and the whole of the hall died out.

“As I said, no one wants to see you pawing each other.”

“You’re welcome to supervise.”  I shot back with a nasty gleam in my eye.  I remembered him schooling my King Tiger in ways of taming the wild Neko on that giant of bed of his.  He had no problem with the pawing going on at that time.

Mags sat up and I found myself plastered back against his chest with an arm protectively coming over my shoulder with his palm face down and splayed over my tattoo.  “Request rescinded.”

“Don’t you be getting all code book on me, toy tiger.  Take him out of here.  Don’t expect the kitchens to be open twenty hours when you get the urge to fill your belly.”

I opened my mouth so say something snarky back but Mags slapped his hand over my mouth.  “We’ll take our leave.”

We stumbled back into our quarters.  Mags ended up draping himself over my back was his arms came around my shoulders.  I wasn’t ready for his sudden weight and fell forward barely catching the bed.  “I’ve missed holding you in my arms.  I’ve missed your fighting spirit even more.  More than I thought I ever would.”  I got sweet light kisses along the line of my neck.  “Carrying you from Shangrilla to the Shambles and you being so damned still broke my heart.  Don’t do that again.”

I know what he was trying to say but I didn’t want to get that heavy into it because I would start crying and then I don’t think I would stop.  “Is this a carry on of this afternoon cause if it is, I’m not holding back.?”

“No...that was stupidity and insecurity on my part.  I would like to promise that it would never happen again, but we both know I’m kind of an ass where you are concerned.”

I let a chuckle go.  “But you know that you’re my one and only ass.”

Mags let a low rumble of a chuckle trickle into my ear.  I shivered.  “You cold, little kitten?  I should get you out of those wet clothes into something nice and hot.”

“Ooooh, and what is your version of nice and hot?”

“My mouth...here.”  He got me with on sucky kiss to that hypersensitive spot behind the right ear.  “And here...oh, and I can’t forget this spot here.  Should I continue?”

“What the hell are you stopping for?”

“Because I don’t want...it’s better when both of us are together in this.”

“Bout time you realized that, Mags.”  I had to twist my upper body around but I was able to catch his lips and relish the skill he dexterity he had.  Pissed me off that he was such a damned fine kisser because someone, other than me, had taught him well.  What the hell happened to my shirt?  He didn’t have to ramp up my tattoo.  His nice and hot mouth was doing a good job.  My hands were curled into the wet of his shirt as he laved the hollow at the base of my throat with his tongue.

“Get me out of this.”  My hands actually shook as I worked the buttons.  It wasn’t because I was weak from missing dinner, but it was because I was so damned horny I was going to explode in my pants and make a less than stellar impression on my first wife.  First Wife...

“What was that snicker?”

“Nothing.”  The sun had kissed his fleshing turning the pale, worm pasty tone, to a warm sand.  My skin against his was still a large difference but he didn’t look like he was stuck in a lab for most of his life.  And that golden hair now brushed his jaw line.  After I tossed the wet shirt on the floor I ran my hands up into his hair.  Liquid sunshine.

“What is it with you Wild and blond hair?  Grant said that A’ois won’t stop playing with it.”

“Not talking about Grant right now.”

I stilled as Mags ran his fingers along a long scar that told a once long ago fight to the death.  I knew it bothered him every time he touched it but it happened years before we met.  There was nothing I could do about it now.  He leaned forward and pressed a series of kisses on the eight inch scar.

Our movement was ancient – the dance of lovers.  Nothing we did was new yet it felt like the first time.  Kissing was wetter.  The touching lingered driving sensitive nerves to a frenzy of feeling.  My throat hurt from the moans and pants as my golden tiger re-learned my body.  Then it was my turn.  My hands caressed perfect skin, unmarred physically, seeking out those private zones that made my tiger purr.  His thighs were like warm velvet as I licked behind his left knee.  My teeth lightly nipped his pale buttock as I moved my mouth up his spine.  Sucking on the back of his neck made him begin to writhe beneath me; forcing my hard cock to ride up and down the crack of his buttocks. 

Mags shifted suddenly and I ended up laying on my side.  He reached up on the headboard then turned back to me, his blue eyes dark with passion.  A small metal box of lube was in the palm of his hand.  It was a good thing one of us was thinking.  I sat up, took the box and snapped it open.  I coated my fingers well then moved to start preparations on myself.

Mags caught my hand. 

“Your spirit is back but your body is still healing.  Be gentle, Neko-laus, it’s been a while.” 

I don’t know what the hell kind of expression I had on my face but Mags gave me the sweetest smile then followed it up with the sweetest kiss.  Opening my eyes I saw that he still had dark circles under his eyes from the exhaustion he had driven himself to in order to get me to Grim.

“Lay back and think of the kingdom.”

A blond eyebrow cocked in puzzlement as Mags stripped off his shirt and lay on his back.  “Think of the kingdom?”

I gave him my best, sexiest grin.  “Well, you are First Wife.  I’m surprised the staff didn’t hang our coronation sheets from the highest tower for everyone to see.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“They want their King to marry a virgin and the bloodied sheets would be proof.”

“That’s just sick and about fifteen years too late.”  Mags sucked in his breath as the cool grease breezed past his smaller, hotter mouth.  “Neko...”

I wasn’t a youngster who couldn’t hold his climax at bay but watch my king tiger writhe on the bed, his body opened and offered for carnal knowledge.  If this was the higher learning that the Old Man groused at me to pursue, I’d damn well do it now.  Grunts, groans, sloppy kisses, fumbling fingers and the slap of flesh on flesh filled our quarters.  Just by listening to Mags alone would be enough to get someone’s rocks off.  He enveloped me.  His arms and legs trapped me against him.  He pulled me deeper inside with each hitch of his hips.  The scent of him filled my nostrils filtering up into my brain to take up every thinking space.  No spell has ever been so complete in its performance.  If Arthur “Mags” Magnus had wanted to capture a wild neko he only had to open his arms and I would come a running.

“I can’t... hold back...”

“...do it...” 

Mags bore down and set a series of events that lead to pleasures and shivers and outright exhaustion.  I think I might have smothered in the pillow when I collapsed and slid off Mag’s sweat slicked chest because I didn’t have the strength to turn my head.  I was manhandled to his side and then a tanned arm was wrapped around my back pinning me in place.  I drifted in that sated place between sexual overload and total well being.

Then Mags tries to hold a conversation. “Grant and I have seen the medical facility, Nicky.  We need to get it.  We owe Sergeant Pepper that much for getting a skilled surgeon out in the Shambles to take care of you.  It’s not that huge a facility and it is prepped for transport.  We need to get it...”

“I got it.  Shut up.”

“Nicky...”

“Little head is still in control and it wants to sleep...we’ll get it, tomorrow.”  I flopped my arm over his stomach and he grunted as it landed heavily on him.  “Sleep now.  I’ll fuck up the Empire tomorrow, okay?”

I got a kiss to the forehead and found myself lulled to sleep by fingers twining in my hair.  Yah, I’ll fuck up the Empire tomorrow with my Tigers and the RIPpers.  It felt good to be home.