Neko-laus 2 : Toy Tiger

Chapter Nine
Tagged Tiger


“Maggie, this is a two man interactive sport. You can’t just lay there like a bump on a log.”

“Bump on a what?”

I peeled his arm back from his eyes and was a little surprised to see a glisten of tear there. However his whole face broke into a shy smile. Now shyness was an emotion that I never associated with his arrogant King Ass-ishness. So, maybe all that bravado and blow were to cover up this shy virginal Maggie. Nobody cared enough before to try and see inside.

I squeaked as a hand closed around my cock. His grip was warm and firm. “One request, Nicky.”

“Hmm?”

“You hurt me, you care for me.”

“Well duh. The same goes for you.”

“So, how do we do this?”

“One of us if wearing far too many clothes. Keep your undershirt on, Maggie. I don’t want either of us shooting off too quickly.”

Sex is a matter of manoeuvres. If your movements aren’t compatible things are awkward and can be downright dangerous. I had once seen a circus with the Old Man. I had never been to one before and really didn’t want to go, after all I had a hot and willing bed warmer waiting for me back at the clubhouse. What could compare to Darryl with his horny on? I was mesmerized for the full hour and a half. Some times an act was pure awe. Others were things I could do but they were carried out with more dramatic flare. The most impressive thing was the chaos that ran just underground and behind the scenes. Out of all that, there was a magnificent show. Of course, I had to make a payment instalment that night for the price of my ticket but I was inspired. And now that I think about it, Grim was fucking with my head as well as my body. He was opening up my world to new experiences. If I ever got to see him again, I’d have to buy him a brew.

It was time to move Mags and mine freakshow up to a circus. That might not be what it was called but I knew what I wanted. There might be chaos and conflict behind the curtain but to the audience, there would be nothing but spectacularity. Team Tiger..no, Team Panthera. I as a cat too after all.

I pulled the lube out of the side panel then settled on the pillow to watch the strip show Mags was giving me. Uptight. Repressed. Lonely. Beautiful. There was something under that arrogance that he wore like armor. I had a moment of insight. He wore armor to protect himself from the rest of the division. He wore arrogance and the air of entitlement as his battle gear because for all these years he’s had to stand on his own.

He folded his pants and lay them across the end of the bed. Even the underwear of the Mage division was black. Made his skin look so pale. I let my eyes drink him in. True, we haven’t been the best of friends but he’s got ass on him that fits the palms of my hand perfectly.

“You don’t need those.” I gestured to his black briefs.

He looked so vulnerable as he shucked his pants. He wasn’t as shy down there. I could well attest to that. I sucked my breath in through my teeth. “Damn.”

I got a cocked eyebrow in my direction. There he was. I could knock him off kilter but he didn’t stay that way for long. I liked that. He had moxy.

“Come here.”

Mags climbed up on the bed slinking on all fours up and over me. “You’re not backing out on me.” His voice was back to his normal timber.

“Even if you beg me to...” I hissed as my tattoo flared hot and sexy.

“Lean against me, Maggie. We don’t have to jump into anything. It’s better if we take things nice and slow.” I wrapped my arm around his torso as he settled in under my shoulder and rested his head against my collar bone. His long body was laid out before me like a buffet. I was going to sample everything.

I let my hand that was around him to splay on his chest over his own burning tattoo. If his undershirt had been thinner, that would have signalled the end for us. The whole premature ejaculation thing. I slowly dragged my hand up his midline until I touched his warm skin of his upper chest and then swept my fingers up this throat to his jaw. My thumb stroked lightly back and forth then I pulled his face towards me. Those blue eyes of his were slightly hooded and his lips were parted. That was one of the sexiest expressions I have ever seen...and we hadn’t done anything yet.

“Give me some sugar, toy tiger.” I leaned over and lightly pressed a kiss to his lips. I didn’t ram my tongue down his throat. I didn’t slam our lips together. I wanted this to be different. It was treacherous Donnie who had said “Do it right the first time and they’ll be coming back to you begging for more.”

Kisses as light as an insect’s wing. The quick dart of a tongue just past the lip but no further. I angled my head more to make sure that my bruised and battered nose wasn’t in danger of getting knocked. That would end everything real quick. Maggie had an oral fixation or maybe he just had an oral fixation when it came to me. Soon we were trading tongues with each other, deep within his mouth, back into mine.

His one hand was curled lightly around the inside of my thigh right by the knee. The back of his forearm was lightly touching my hardened cock. My hips reaching up for him helped my readiness along. I let my arm slip down and under his shoulder so I could reach his torso. My other hand followed. I broke the kiss and glanced down. Someone was glad to see me.

I ran my hands slowly up and down his sides over the undershirt. His chest arched up toward my hands. I felt the graze of teeth along my jaw followed quickly by a wet tongue. His nipples were budded under the cloth. My fingers scissored across them.

“...Nicky...” My name was a moan that sent shivers down my spine.

Take my time. Don’t rush him. I do this wrong I’ll never the chance again. I caressed his nipples over and over as I darted my tongue in and out of his mouth. We swallowed each other’s moans. It wasn’t that long ago that I had Darryl under me but right at this moment it felt like I had been without for years.

I slipped out from under Mags and urged him flat on his back all the while our mouths stayed connected. I pulled my head back slightly to see Mags eyes were closed. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were still flushed.

I whispered into his ear. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I let my hand play with the gold of his hair.

“When are you...?”

“You in a rush to get somewhere?”

“You’re teasing me.”

“You’re wrong there, Maggie. I’m a sure thing. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself.”

I can appreciate the skill of a musician as he brings his instrument to life. He knows every inch, very mar in the finish, every nick and bump. He knows the sweet spots and how to make the best sound with the minimum effort. I was far from being a maestro but I was learning my instrument. I had to avoid suckling his nipples more because of my nose than worrying about setting the tattoos off. He laughed when I tongued his navel. He shivered when I pressed sucking kisses to the flat plain of skin between his standing order and his hip.

Obediently he opened his legs when I pressed at his thighs. When I took his member in my hand and stroked my cheek along it, I glanced forward to see his blue eyes burning into me. I matched gazes with him as I stuck out my tongue then turned my head to drag it from stem to tip.

“...Nicky...”

I was satisfied when I sucked all of Mags coherent thought from his brain. I could give head. Not my most favourite thing to do but I was deflowering a jaded virgin. I coated my hand with lube as I bobbed my head up and down on Mags cock. It had been inside me enough to know that it was long. There was no way I could take it all down. He twitched as I began massaging his balls with the slickness of the lube. I let my finger tips graze his small tight mouth as I took him as deep as I could in my mouth and then I began to hum. I gagged as he rammed his hips forward. I took one finger and pushed it deep inside until the palm of my hand stopped all forward progress.

“Breathe, Maggie.”

“It burns.”

“Just for a little while. Breathe. That’s it, relax.” I returned to licking and sucking waiting for the tension in his hips to begin to ease. Once it did I slowly began to stir my finger within him. “Didn’t anyone ever play here?”

A grimace crossed his face as I slipped back inside him.

“Mags?”

His hands had turned into talons to grip at the sheets. “I didn’t pay them to...” His voice broke off in a gasp as I flickered my tongue over the small weeping eye of his hardened cock.

“Didn’t Grim...?”

“Nicky! I don’t want you talking....uuuhhhh.....another man while in me.”

I grunted my okay and began to move my hand more smoothly. The man was all legs. I ended up having to weigh them down with my own thigh. A thrashing tiger was a sight to behold. I twined my fingers and slowly breached him again. He froze for a moment then arched his neck backwards and gave the most delicious cry.

“Too much...”

“Breathe.”

“Take them out...”

“Breathe, Maggie.” I pushed my fingers forward then stilled. I pressed sucking kisses in the hollow of his pelvis, taking the salt of his desire and fear. “You’re doing good...”

“So full...” The knuckles of his hands were white with strain as they clutched the sheets.

I pulled my hand out slightly then moved forward. “Just keep breathing...” I returned to sucking cock feeling how my fingers sent shudders through him. Mags began to make that funny sound and I should swear that his member grew larger just before he ejaculated. I pulled off as he gave a deep cry and shot his offering into the air, on the bed and on his sweat slicked skin.

He was relaxed right now. I shifted between his legs, hooked my forearms under his knees, sliding one leg up to rest on my shoulder. I took myself in hand and guided my lube slickened head against the heat of his small mouth.

“...wait...”

I breeched him, shoving forward with all my weight but not in a brutal thrust, in a long slow deliberate motion. Mags ended up almost curling in half as I pushed into him. His teeth were clenched together and his lips were pulled back in a snarl of pain. The muscles of his neck were rigid as well.

“Breathe.”

“Fuck...” I was a little taken back. In all our fights, Mags never resorted to swearing. He opened his eyes and tears glistened in his blue eyes. “I said wait.”

“I’m all in.”

“I know...don’t move.” Mags panted heavily his face still a mask of pain.

“I’ve gotta move.”

“Not yet...you’re too big...”

I slid my hand down his thigh toward his spent member. He wasn’t kidding about the pain. His length had fallen limp. I gathered up his cum from his skin and used it as lube on his cock. I began stroking him with firm strokes. Turning my face, I planted sucking kisses on his inner thigh. My hips bucked forward of there own violation.

Mags grunted.

“Can you handle me?”

A weak laugh broke from his lips. “When the fuck did you ever think that I could handle you?”

“Here I come.” My hips began a shallow thrust and draw motion.

Mags face was red but his cock was getting beat red as it rose to its former glory. This wasn’t the way I did it Darryl. This wasn’t the way Grim too payment. It was a little deeper than me getting my cock sucked or my rocks off. Part of it was this burning on my chest. I let go of Mags member and reached out snagging the neck of the undershirt. I yanked down exposing part of his own burning tattoo. He tied us together at the core. Our magic fit together like a puzzle piece. Our bodies were compatible. There was something more...

I rocked hard into the Mage’s body. The tightness around his mouth faded and his gasps grew louder. There was no way I was going to last longer than this. My must have my own tell when I’m close to climax. I had every intention of pulling out before I came. Maggie had other ideas. His arm snaked out and caught me by the back of neck and dragged me forward, locking me deep within him. We were cheek to cheek when my crisis hit.

I ended up with my hands on either side of his head as my hips spasmed in climax. My arms shook and I don’t know how I kept myself from falling forward on him. Kisses nibbled at the corner of my mouth. I was still inside him.

“Maggie...” His tongue slipped into my mouth. I gave into his simple demand and kissed him back.

“...I apologize, Nicky...” Tears streamed out of the corner of his eye as he stared up at me. I felt his channel convulse around me. I half swallowed a moan then leaned back to disentangle ourselves. I rushed it. Carefully, I checked my member for blood. Thankfully for small favors, there was no evidence of a crimson stain.

I shifted sideways and lay back on the mattress beside him. We smelt of sex. It was a rich exotic perfume that I didn’t mind. “What are you apologizing for?”

“Forcing synchronization on you. This hurt and you were trying to be gentle. I can’t imagine what I must have done to you.”

I pulled him over to my side and wrapped my arms around his torso. “I said, you’ve gotten better. Let it go.”

“...Nicky...” I moaned as Maggie pressed sucking kisses along my collarbone and at the crotch of my neck.

“Uh, Can I open the door and leave now?” Both of us stilled and turned to look over at the source of the voice. Mack sat there with a hand shielding his eyes from our bedroom romp.

“Dismissed, Groomer.” Considering how wasted he was when Elway dropped him on the couch, Mack was moving with some speed as he went out the door.

I could feel my heartbeat slowing down. I was just going to rest my eyes for a moment. That same tune from before drifted in and out of my consciousness. I didn’t even know that I had fallen asleep. I rubbed at my eyes then winced because they were still blacked from getting my nose broken. I was propped on Maggie as he idyllicly stroke my hair.

“What is that tune?”

“Uh? Oh, Nicky, good sleep? This tune...well I don’t know what the name of it is. Mother used to hum it for me.”

“She must have been a proud of you.”

Mags voice was so normal it was disconcerting considering the topic he was talking about. “I meant, Mother Two. My biological mother sold me to the Empire when I was three. I don’t remember anything from her. The Empire and the Mage Division have been my mother and father since then.” Maggie let out a deep sigh and then brushed my hair back and forth leaving it a mess. “I am a good son to my parents...and tomorrow we get the chance to show them once again. At fourteen hundred hours, we will hit landfall and King Tiger will be called into action.”

A feeling of dread settled in my stomach.