Taming a Tiger

Taming a Tiger by Jaden56

Tyron had been in a foul mood all week.

The rose-haired tiger snapped at his youngest twin - a damn clingy bunny their mother had aptly named Bon Bon for his fluffy pink ears and powderpuff tail - even more than usual and scowled if either he or their serene older deer twin, Dimitri, looked remotely cheerful or comfortable.

The last straw that broke the viscous tension wrapped around all three brothers started from nothing, but ended up with the young bunny careening off in tears towards the woods, looking for comfort elsewhere since Dimitri wasn’t an exception from Tyron’s scathing tongue either.

Tyron crossed his striped arms over his chest and sneered at the retreating ball of fluff. Stupid Bon. Stupid Dimitri. He ventured to go back in the house, probably to sulk and brood, but started violently when he turned right into cool green eyes instead.

“Shit! Dammit to hell Dimitri-"

“Be quiet.” Tyron’s jaw gnashed shut audibly and he scowled even deeper at his automatically obedient reaction. “Go inside.”

Tyron snarled outright, never mind that he had intended to go inside anyway. “The fuck I will—“

“Yes,” the eyes flashed and Dimitri lifted his head to stare down at Tyron, the closest to truly angry the tiger had seen him in a while, “the fuck you will.”

Tyron gaped at Dimitri, feeling so close to scandalized… and a touch aroused… that his good-tempered older brother would use his own coarse language back against him that his outrage simmered for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Tyron’s temper flared when Dimitri cantered off towards the house, just assuming he’d follow like some lost kitten.

His anger stormed wildly in different directions – towards whatever controlled his legs to retreat after his brother regardless, at the stupid deer himself who thought he could control a vicious predator like Tyron, for Bon for pissing him off by clinging to him so damn much in the first place, and just at the world in general since it certainly didn’t go out of its way to make life or dealing with his lovers any easier.

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Dimitri’s face seemed placid, but Tyron could read the scowl well enough in the way his brother carried his shoulders, the loose curl of his fingers at his sides, and the slight tilt of his head to one side as his gaze scoured Tyron from the inside out.

“You’re an idiot,” Dimitri said simply, coming to his conclusion. Tyron hissed.

“Fuck off--!”

Dimitri stepped forward and firmly grasped Tyron by the throat, shocking the tiger into moving back until he was solidly pinned between the wall and Dimitri’s hand. Tyron’s pulse beat hard underneath the buck’s fingers as if trying to shake him off by will alone.

Tyron seethed, too angry, too gods-be-damned aroused by the rough treatment and real anger from his usually docile sibling to actually shove his brother away, or bite him or scratch him, although Dimitri gave as good as he got, plus interest.

He hated this, he hated how his body responded even though his mind tried and tried to resist, hated how badly he needed every bit of the goodness and warmth and belonging Dimitri and Bon gave him, but most of all...

“…I hate you.”

That he didn’t want it to stop.

If it was anyone else that didn’t have a clue about the inner workings of Tyron’s mind like Dimitri did, they would have stepped back from the pure venom in the tiger’s voice and have likely been bitten… but Dimitri could fortunately read past the sting, perhaps draw it out himself, to reach the underlying significance behind his brother’s callous emotions.

“I don’t need you.”

I don’t want to need you.

“Don’t touch me.”

Please…

“I hate you.”

I love you…

Tyron’s voice was harsh enough at the beginning, but it grew uncertain and frustrated rather than angry as Dimitri’s eyes only softened at the verbal abuse and his once again calm, beautiful face moved closer to his own until his last words were only a miserable mumble against Dimitri’s lips.

His kitten moaned wretchedly as Dimitri kissed him so softly, so warmly he thought his lips would melt off. The blonde-brunette relaxed the grip on his throat and moved to cradle Tyron against the wall with his body instead, his brother giving a surprised grunt when the buck grasped his backside and lifted him off his paws.

Tyron blinked, as if coming out of the heady spell his brother had dipped him under, and then squawked at the position Dimitri put him in, only reinforcing how the other always tried to control him.

Tyron suddenly hissed a slurring curse and tried to get Dimitri off him, thrashing and resisting, but the deer wouldn’t allow his tantrum for long. Tyron gasped over a snarl as Dimitri’s body pressed closer, putting pressure on all the right places - enough to make him lose his balance and end up clutching at the other instead.

“Done?” Dimitri’s soft voice was ominous but gently amused, his lips playing against a tender strip of flesh just below Tyron’s ear.

Neither expected a verbal answer after that, but it was unnecessary. Tyron frowned and dropped his cat-like eyes to the side, averting his gaze with a petulant, temporarily defeated expression that was still adorable no matter they were both past childhood.

Another graze of lips and the expression drifted. Another, accompanied by a wet, warm tongue in a certain spot had the tiger’s head lolling to the side, gold eyes falling closed as his chest rose and fell, continuously growing deeper and sharper as Dimitri necked and nibbled him with innate skill.

The hybrid’s mouth and tongue made soft lapping and sucking sounds that were slowly driving Tyron crazy – his breath becoming increasingly ragged as Dimitri sucked a little harder there, soothed with a flick of tongue, and nipped with deceptively sharp teeth that had the younger of the two moaning unwillingly.

When Tyron’s skin was becoming so tender it would begin to grate unpleasantly if the erotic attention to his neck pressed on, he felt a gentle brush against the side of his chin that he knew was Dimitri’s nose, followed by the warm nuzzle of lips, so very light, until Tyron had no choice but to reluctantly turn his head, exposing at least another part of himself into compliance.

Smoothness covered his lips and suppressed a predetermined growl, Dimitri’s hips, chest, and belly holding Tyron firm to the wall as a hand gently touched his side and hip when Dimitri kissed him.

Tyron was absolutely throbbing at this point, the slide and pressure of Dimitri’s smooth stomach against his shaft with the contrast of fur from his deer half rubbing against his balls had Tyron arching and writhing, trying not to giving into the impulse to thrust and grind until he spent himself right there.

As slender as Dimitri was, his strength always managed to catch Tyron off-guard, as was the case now when Dimitri pulled back from the wall and kept the other aloft in his arms, leaving Tyron no choice but to wrap his legs around Dimitri’s waist, but at least bracing some of his not-so-insubstantial weight against Dimitri’s lower quarters.

He pressed his arms around Dimitri’s neck, fighting the urge to cry out as the quadruped’s graceful steps jostled him. Tyron’s breath was a hoarse, ragged whine in Dimitri’s ear that set the other’s tranquil heart and loins on fire, and the deer/human hybrid wished then his body was capable of taking Tyron up against the wall.

Incapable as he was in that certain instance, he was at least gifted with seemingly endless patience, allowing him to make it to their room to do things to his brother fully human bodies could only dream of.

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The plush futon mattress decorated with fly-away blankets, Bon’s stuffed animals, and pillows (no matter that Dimitri tried to keep their room somewhat neat) that spanned across the floor nearly took up a third of their room – plenty of space for all three to roll around and sleep and make love to each other.

Dimitri kneeled and let Tyron lay down, the other creature making a face as he irritably dug a fuzzy butterfly plushie from under his back and flung it haphazardly at the wall, which would have had Bon crying in outrage if he’d witnessed that.

Tyron’s quick look dared his brother to rebuke him, but the guilty flare that crossed his banded face at the recollection of their missing third – and just why the bunny had run off in the first place - was enough for now.

Dimitri guided Tyron’s leg over his waist as they lay side-by-side for a moment, exposing Tyron’s cleft more readily, and reached for the jar of oil lubricant they kept at their bedside and several convenient places around the house.

Tyron placed his chin on Dimitri’s shoulder as he felt his brother rummage around behind him, his eyes drifting towards the lower, bestial half of Dimitri’s body that he’d had to keep himself from staring outright in queer fascination when they were younger.

But now he could do that freely.

Tyron wanted to moan at the sight of the thick fleshy organ sliding from its furry pouch, jutting out heavy and huge, as his hips gave a tiny jerk in anticipation of having the entire length buried inside him.

He would have expected Dimitri to feel vulnerable and embarrassed having his sex so exposed, unable to cover his lower half with pants like Bon and Tyron could especially when aroused, but his older brother was shameless in a way that was truly without shame, rather than just being voyeuristic.

Dimitri held the tiger comfortably against his chest, Tyron giving a slight start when a touch against his opening brought him back from his thoughts, carefully spreading him open and working him with his long, capable fingers. Sometimes, usually, the oldest would prefer to take Bon like this just so he could hold the little bunny close and kiss and nuzzle him along with the gentle, tender fucking.

That, and Dimitri was just so damn big.

Tyron was sure if all of them weren’t able to heal fast – or couldn’t heal each other – he and Bon would probably be bedridden, on their stomachs, for several days after Dimitri took them no matter how thorough with the prep and careful the buck was.

Tyron bit his lip as Dimitri’s slick fingers filled and probed him, burying his face against the other’s neck as Dimitri purposely missed the spot that would make Tyron squeal.

And come very very hard right there.

Dimitri kissed his ear and motioned for Tyron to shift back after several moments of this exquisite torture, his fingers leaving Tyron’s anus clenching and searching when they were removed.

Tyron rolled onto his belly as Dimitri wiped his hand off and then moved to kneel next to him. Tyron groped for a cottony pillow and wrapped his arms around it, rubbing his hot cheek against its cool casing. He could feel Dimitri lean over him and gave a light shudder as the deer kissed the back of his neck, ghosting down his shoulders and spine to lick at the spot right above Tyron’s tail that made him grunt and thrust against the mattress.

His tail curled in pleasure at the resounding throb that motion produced in his groin, but he controlled himself enough not to repeat the action, not doubting that Dimitri would flay him alive if he came already in such a depraved manner.

Sensing Tyron’s impatience, and nearly his own, Dimitri slid his hands under Tyron’s hips and drew them back until he was kneeling, the other’s ass raised and deliciously provocative.

Tyron pushed onto his forearms to give himself extra elevation so Dimitri wouldn’t be crouched awkwardly over him. He spread his knees apart, his arousal hanging heavy and dripping between his legs, and arched his back in a manner that made him appear more feline than ever.

He could feel Dimitri’s legs move on either side of him and the tickling brush of fur against his bare skin that was both pleasant and maddening, forcing back a needy mewl the moment before Dimitri entered him and nearly cleaved him in half.

He was big. Gods he was so big. Tyron’s neck curved, his mouth dropping open in a silent groan as the buck’s tapered head pushed passed his opening, each inch of his cock thicker than the last as Dimitri rearranged Tyron’s intestines when he filled him close to the hilt.

Tyron felt a moment of sickness in his belly as if he would go on pushing and filling him until his insides were forced out of his mouth with no room for anything else but his brother’s length. But the moment passed as Tyron’s body adjusted around him, shifting to receive and clutch at Dimitri like a second tail.

Slowly, when Tyron was ready, Dimitri began to move.

Tyron did cry out then, although it came out as a grunt as the pressure seemed to push all the air out his lungs, drawing his breath back in when Dimitri moved back out of him, the head of the considerable organ catching on the ribbed lining of his anus and playing him like a harp.

Every thrust was like a miniature shock of orgasm as Dimitri took him, even the edge of pain that would accompany and ride the edges of such a coupling melted into the gratification of a persistent itch finally scratched.

It felt so fucking good Tyron could have cared less how submissive to pleasure he was in that moment; forced into a sprawling kneel with his cheek turned into his pillow, wet with saliva and sweat, half groaning half growling as he lost himself in the moment.

“Gods… don’t stop… Don’t ever stop…”

Dimitri braced one hand against the wall in front of him and lightly rested his face into the curve of his arm, the only sign of strain being the thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin and fur. His face, body, and breathing were carefully relaxed as he focused all his tension into his member rutting into his brother.

Tyron could have gone on like this forever, so deeply enraptured in the moment, and he didn’t know how he possibly continued living when the rest of the time he went without his brother in him would feel more empty and lifeless than death. The jolts of pure sensation running through him were so strong he didn’t even have to touch himself; tendrils of pleasure wrapped around his core and stroked him from the inside.

“Nhh…ah…Dim…i…tri…!!” Tyron’s cry was disjointed with each thrust, holding his own hips brutally still because he didn’t think his body would be able to take pushing back onto Dimitri’s massive cock and impaling himself further.

His entire body felt like a mass of strings extended to their absolute pinnacle, ringing and trembling, waiting to be cut loose. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

His hips and back began to ache as he knew his joints had to be straining apart not to encumber Dimitri, but the pleasure massed over that discomfort so completely that he would rather reach his climax now, even though that mesmerizing rhythm taking place inside him would have to end, before his body gave out on him or it just became too painful.

“Please… Dimitri…” Tyron whimpered, and that was all it took.

Dimitri released hard and suddenly inside of him, the force of his ejaculation bursting against every inch of his inside walls so powerfully with a hot spray of semen that Tyron uttered a cry and came the split-second after, his body locking down around Dimitri and refusing to let go.

Dimitri stayed still as Tyron spurted his seed all over his stomach and thighs, as well as the sheets beneath him - the other’s body shaking with convulsions so strong Tyron keened again and clawed at his pillow, sobbing.

Even if he was too sensitive and too exhausted to come again the moments after his orgasm, and Dimitri was softening inside him, Tyron humped his hips back just to feel the slide of the deer inside him, the pleasure never seeming to end.

Dimitri didn’t make a move to separate their bodies just yet, not that he could without hurting Tyron until his swollen member contracted enough to pull out, letting the warmth of his brother surround and take hold of him.

Dimitri lifted his head from his arm and tilted it back against his shoulders, resisting the urge to purr at the deep satisfaction stroking his bellies.

After a few moments it was quiet again except for their breathing – Tyron’s beginning to level out as he sprawled on his stomach, curving into his damp, shredded pillow, and Dimitri’s softening although his breath rarely became anything other than steady and unbroken even in the peaks of orgasm.

When it got to the point where his kitten would fall asleep on him regardless of their position Dimitri slid out of him, departing the other sticky, full, and sated. He stroked a finger along the inside of Tyron’s thigh until the other shivered and sleepily protested, bringing the finger to his lips absently and flickering his tongue out to taste his own liquid sex mingled with his brother’s salt.

Tyron didn’t make a sound when he was pushed over onto his side on the wet sheets as Dimitri settled down next to him – the tiger oddly more agreeable to rougher treatment than watchful tenderness, unlike their little brother.

Dimitri knew Tyron wasn’t asleep yet, even before that was proven when he lightly touched Tyron’s neck and the other creature tensed. He gave Tyron a moment to dare shrug him off, but the tiger knew he had been utterly dominated that night -Tyron’s lips tightening at the corners, but nothing more.

Dimitri brushed the ends of the shorn pink hair away from his lover’s neck and gently stroked the furry base of Tyron’s ear down to his shoulder in a single light motion, and then took his hand away, waiting.

Tyron’s eyes squeezed shut and he took a shaky breath.

He could feel his brother’s gentle respiration right behind him, but soft and far enough away that even that much wouldn’t touch him.

Being so bare and vulnerable especially after sex, feeling the intangible stroke of Dimitri’s gaze and a temperate atmosphere turned icy solely on that exposed area, felt so inexplicably good for all that it made Tyron uncomfortable and restless.

He had no option but to trust his brother utterly in this moment, although his breath became increasingly strained and ragged as each quiet, agonizing second passed by, the knowledge of Dimitri’s infernal patience crippling any resistance that might have been left in Tyron.

With his neck bared and giving himself up for that one moment, so complete and brief, a violent shiver wracked through him.

As if in a signal when that one shiver was released, the dam holding everything else beneath the surface broke through causing Tyron to tremble uncontrollably on end until he finally moaned out loud, feeling the aching pressure of desperation and need for any contact so deep and unyielding in his chest that he would have nearly fallen apart.

The saving grace that kept Tyron’s mind intact was that Dimitri would never leave his brothers in torment for long.

A too-warm hand descended against Tyron’s neck and squeezed very gently, instantly straining out the iced shivers and eased the taut muscles and tendons with a reassuring pressure and warmth that the cub knew would never leave him as long as he just asked instead of misguidedly pushing away.

Tyron whimpered and shuddered one last time before his older brother’s heat penetrated through him again, numbly feeling himself being cradled to a smooth, solid chest against his back, and a brawny furry torso against his rear as loving murmurs combed gently through his ears.

Dimitri rested his neck against Tyron’s and nuzzled affectionately at the tender flesh under his chin, rubbing soothing circles on the tiger’s lower back as Tyron began to calm into compliancy again.

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When their baby brother quietly slipped in a little while later, flushed and still warm from his own exertions, Tyron received him quietly as Bon Bon snuggled boldly against his chest, harsh words from earlier already forgotten as they most always were.

Bon wrapped one arm around Tyron’s waist, the other draped over Dimitri’s shoulder as his leg wiggled between Tyron’s thighs and he sighed contently as it rubbed against the stickiness there.

He turned his face up for kisses; Tyron’s mouth was firm with a hint of fang, but so tender Bon knew he probably chewed viciously down on it more than once that night; Dimitri’s bestowing such gentle sweetness that it made Bon drowsy with glee and burrow into Tyron even more.

Tyron’s arm draped over Bon’s little waist and curled around his back, the bunny making a tiny, content squeak that was soon muffled by Tyron’s chest as he very softly kissed a dusky nipple and tumbled quickly into a haze of sleep, silently proud of himself for not dropping off halfway home or on the doorstep after he’d run himself to near-exhaustion.

The other two looked at their adorable twin for a moment through tenderly lidded eyes, knowing the bunny would be demanding - and unquestioningly receiving - his own thorough lovings the next morning.

Dimitri leaned up quietly on an elbow after a slow pause, reaching over to turn Tyron’s face towards him with care not to jar the other’s arm around Bon. He engaged Tyron in a luxurious velvet kiss that left his kitten panting, and himself gently smoldering.

‘Love you,’ his eyes whispered, seeing the echoing flicker in gold, before Tyron scowled half-heartedly and turned back around.

Tyron rested his chin atop Bon’s snowy head with a quiet sniff, tilting his head to rub a soft kiss against Bon’s forehead just because it was there - not to hide an unfortunate blush or that Bon’s hair smelled good…

The knowing, tender caress against his sore backside knew different though.

-Fin