Ookami/Mahou Arc

Another Night, Another Rendezvous
A Mahou/Ookami fiction by Setsuna-Jikan

Glancing from side to side, Ookami slid out of his room, shutting the door silently. Tiptoeing across the main room of the ship, he resisted the urge to grind his teeth. Goddamn Mahou and his awkward rendezvous! And it wasn't like Ookami could just ignore the requests, either. By the time Mahou sent his 'requests', Ookami had already been suffering through several weeks of dreams. Erotic dreams. Courtesy of his asshole of a lover.

Reaching the hatch, Ookami breathed a silent sigh of relief. Home free; he'd made it!

"Ookami, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Oooooohhhh shit. Busted.

"Eheheh, hi Amaya! You're up late!" Ookami exclaimed cheerfully, a muscle twitching radically in his cheek as he tried to grin. Amaya just stared at him, blue eyes flat and blank.

"Going off to see Mahou again?" She coolly took a sip of her coffee, slightly amused by the way Ookami's mouth flapped like a fish. Damnit, now she wanted fish.

Ookami could only stand there limply, gaping at the Kuragarian woman. When he saw her eyes narrow slightly, he closed his mouth, standing up straighter.

"Yes, I am going off to see Mahou again. How long have you known?" he asked lowly, leaning back until the metal hatch was supporting him. And it was a handy escape if Amaya decided to whip out her katana and decapitate him.

"Since the first time." She twitched her ears forward and back. "I have excellent hearing." Ookami nodded.

"Do you have a problem with it?" He watched her closely, brown and green eyes flickering over her much-taller form. She shrugged, tail swishing lazily.

"Why should I? You're--" she made a face "--older than me, and it's your damn fault if you get AIDS and die." She turned away, running a hand through her short blonde hair before waving it at him. "Get out of here, and try not to make too much noise if you come back tonight." Blushing furiously, Ookami opened the hatch and darted outside. Mahou better be fucking waiting for him without any clothes on.

Mahou sat at a bar, playing with the straw from his soda, head in his hands. Ookami, was late. Not terribly late, but late enough that it was starting to get on his nerves.

"Want another Cepsi, sir?" the young bartender asked, cleaning a glass. Mahou glanced over, giving the boy a once over before looking dead ahead.

"Nah, tha's ekay," he said around the straw, blue eyes dark and bored. Christ, the stupid Cercian had him so turned around he couldn't even muster the desire to give the innocent kid a quick toss behind the bar. The bartended shrugged, soft brown hair falling into young hazel eyes.

"Okay then sir. Just let me know if you need anything." 'Yeah, like a fucking sex drive. Damn Cercian.' From behind him, the bells attached to the doors chimed pleasantly, alerting the bar that another late night patron had entered its fold. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, a water please," the newcomer said, moving to sit next to Mahou. "Hey, sorry."

He didn't look over. "What the hell took you so long?" he asked, spitting the straw back into the glass of half-melted ice, stirring up the contents.

"I was...held up," Ookami said uneasily, thanking the bartended for the water he was handed. Mahou let out a slightly bitter laugh.

"Oh yeah? By what."

"By the five man group who wanted hot steamy sex in the alley. I just had to satisfy them all," Ookami spat out sarcastically, chugging down his water. Mahou closed his eyes, digging his hands into his hair.

"Shit. Shit. Sorry Ookami, just a little on edge here." Ookami snorted.

"You're on edge? I've had five weeks of fucking dreams and then I get confronted by Amaya as I try to make my way out here. Did you know she's known since the beginning?" Ookami nodded as Mahou choked on an ice cube. "Yeah, that was kinda my reaction too. So, when are we leaving?" Ookami leveled a smoldering look at Mahou; Mahou felt his pants grew tight.

"Now. Like, two minutes ago now," he said quickly, grabbing Ookami by the hand, tossing the bartender a few credits before leaving.

Trotting to keep up with his lover, Ookami couldn't help the smirk from crawling onto his face. It was exhilarating, to see he had this much of an effect on the Sage. 'Maybe next time I'll wear some sort of get-up. That'll drive him wild for sure.' Stumbling slightly as Mahou pulled him up a staircase, Ookami blinked as he realized they were now indoors. 'When the fuck did that happen?' Mahou was fiddling with a door now, trying to unlock it. Feeling impatient, Ookami wrapped his arms around Mahou's waist, hands groping his crotch. Mahou stiffened, head falling forward as a hand came down to clasp onto Ookami's smaller one.

"Grr--Ah--Ookami, stop," he pleaded softly, hand flexing as Ookami stroked him through his jeans. Ookami grinned, pressing up against Mahou.

"C'mon, Mahou. Open the door already," he teased, clenching his hand slightly. The door swung open; Ookami felt an arm scoop him around the waist, swinging him into the room and slamming him into the wall. A hot mouth collided with his own, a wet tongue lapping at his lips. He moaned, opening his mouth, body shuddering as hands stroked his flesh, sliding under his shirt, dipping under his pants. He arched, tangling one hand in Mahou's blonde hair, the other tugging at his shirt as he hitched a leg around his waist. Mahou groaned lowly, pulling back slightly; Ookami shivered at the feel of warm breath against his lips.

"Mahou..." he breathed, hitching himself closer. He couldn't wait any more, damnit, it's been well over a month. Hands moved under his loose shorts--he always wore loose clothes with Mahou, but never anywhere else--groping his ass, pulling him closer. He clutched Mahou tighter, letting out a high-pitched moan when Mahou sucked on his neck, lapping at his pulse point before nipping slightly. He felt his claws pierce flesh; he flattened his hands.

"Ka-kun, it's okay," Mahou breathed in his ear, nipping the soft fur. "It's alright." What he was talking about, neither knew, but Ookami relaxed fully against him, lightly letting his claws touch again.

Mahou held him close, landing bruising kisses every few seconds as they moved towards the bed. Ookami lightly soared through the air, landing with a slight 'oomph'. He barely had the time to sit up before Mahou was on him again, hands tugging impatiently at his clothes. Tugging, he pulled off Mahou's jacket, ripping a long gash down the back of his tee-shirt in the process. He leaned back to read the writing on the horrible yellow shirt.

"...Rogues do it from behind?" he asked, confused. Mahou blinked, then burst into laughter, nuzzling Ookami's grey hair.

"Oh, it's one of those 'you-had-to-be-there' sorta things," he explained, grinning, kissing his lover deeply. Ookami pulled back from the kiss, smirking slightly.

"So, what, are you a rogue?" he asked; Mahou smiled, pulling off Ookami's shorts.

"No," he breathed in Ookami's ear. "I very much like doing it from the front." Lightly, he rubbed a finger against Ookami's opening; the Cercian moaned, fingers clenching in the sheets.

"Shi....it," he swore softly, ears flat against his head. Mahou sat up, digging around in the pockets of his coat before returning with an easily recognizable tube. Sucking on one of Ookami's nipples, Mahou coated his fingers, pressing one in as he bit lightly on the dusky flesh. Ookami gasped, arching into both touches eagerly.

"Gnnnn, Mahou!" Lapping a path to the other nipple with his tongue, Mahou slowly pumped his finger in and out, sliding another finger in after a few minutes. Ookami squirmed on the bed. "I'm ready, I'm ready. Griiiinnnghh, just put it in already!" he snapped, eyes flashing. He clutched Mahou's hips and pulled, claws making short work of the denim as he pressed his thigh firmly against Mahou's erection.

Mahou pulled back, ripping off the rest of his jeans. He quickly slicked himself up before climbing back on top of Ookami, pushing the boy's legs up to his ears.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

He shoved in, eyes sliding shut at the sweet friction. From under him, he felt Ookami moan thickly; panting, he held himself still, waiting for Ookami to adjust before moving. A slight thrust against him--that was all he needed. Bracing his arms on Ookami's legs, Mahou started a hard and fast rhythm, barely letting his lover breath between each demanding thrust. Ookami stiffened under him--how long had they been going at it?--and came, screaming Mahou's name. Mahou's back arched; he felt a small breeze as his wings came out, stretching out to their full wing span as he rode out his orgasm. Weakly, he collapsed onto his arms, letting Ookami's legs fall to the mattress with a plop. Hands stroked the back of his neck; a mouth played with his cheeks.

"We need to get together more often," Ookami whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. Mahou smirked, kissing his lover deeply.

"Why? Too horny?" He lightly fondled Ookami's member, loving the shudder and gasp that ran through the Cercian.

"Gods...." Ookami sighed as Mahou pulled out, stretching his legs out before rolling into Mahou's chest, wrapping his arms around him. "Tired..."

A dull laugh. "Me too. Love you, Ka-kun, but I need my beauty sleep." Mahou hugged the boy close, pulling a sheet over them as sleep took him under.

Ookami was right; they really did need to do this more often.

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AN: Oh, gods, it’s finally done!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS SAN!!

The reasoning behind the tee-shirt: I needed Mahou's shirt to say something. The first thing to come to mind was a panel from Penny-Arcade with Gabe wearing a black shirt that said that. And I was like, "Okay brain! Sure! O-o?!" And now it is decided that Mahou totally played WoW when it came out. Like, was one of those losers who didn't leave his room for three months until the other Sages literally picked him up and dumped him in rehab. He's been clean for 1,803 years, seven months, three weeks, two days and counting.

Ookami and Mahou are San's, their sex lives and this story are mine.

Sets, out!
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