Lions & Tigers & Bears, Oh My!

Lions & Tigers & Bears, Oh My!

A/N: Juuuust a quickie. You guys know I'm a fan of these. And Mikhail and Dominic had such high approval ratings...

Ha cha cha. *sambas*

Could be read as a stand-alone, if you're not gonna be shocked at father-son relations. But just in case, the prequel is "Alcoholics Anonymous" and you can find it on my author page.
Dorian is 25.
Mikhail is 16.
Adopted.

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"You're acting like a little girl."

"I am not! You go in there!"

"Alright, I will."

"NO! Don't!"

"Alright, I won't."

"But... it's in there!"

"So make up your mind."

There was a brief silence, and Mikhail glowered darkly at his father as he folded his arms over his chest and stared at the bathroom door. A towel was slung low on his narrow, tan hips and his skin was glistening with water, his hair not even thoroughly damp. His emerald eyes were bright with anxiety, and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot. Dorian also had his arms folded over his chest, only loosely, his stance much more relaxed than the teenager's. His glasses were on the tip of his nose and his hair was ruffled slightly; his pj pants were crooked and he was shirtless.

His work had been interrupted when a shriek echoed through the house, and he had bolted out of his bed to see his son with his back against the bathroom door, panting heavily and his eyes wild. Raising a brow, Dorian decided the threat wasn't imminent, and had gathered a glass of scotch on the rocks, the cup being held daintily within his fingers.

"I..." Mikhail licked his lips and his eyes darted to the door, and then back to his father.

Letting out a breath, Dorian kept his patience and drank the rest of his scotch, moving into the kitchen to put the glass on the counter. Maybe he'd refill it later. Mikhail followed, arms still tight over his chest, as he huffed at his father.

"Aren't you going to do something?" He asked, nearly stomping his foot.

"You haven't made up your mind on just what you want me to do, Mikky," Dorian noted, before he moved back into the hallway to stand in front of the bathroom door. He placed his hand on the knob and raised a brow at his son. "I either go in there and take care of it, or you finish your shower in my bathroom."

Mikhail weighed his options. He could let his dad take care of the ordeal and finish his shower in peace, or he could go shower in his father's bathroom and most likely be molested while he bathed. Chances are, he'd get molested either way.

"Okay, you can go in." The teen finally relented, but he quickly walked into the kitchen, as far away from the bathroom as possible.

Dorian chuckled and shook his head, before he opened the door and took a cursory glance around. Nothing out of the ordinary. He stepped in and scanned the walls, the floors, and the ceiling, before he moved to the shower / tub and pulled the curtain aside.

"Ah, hello there little guy."

An ugly, brown spider the size of a fifty-cent piece stared back at the blond man silently, and Dorian cooed as he smiled and grabbed a glass from the counter. Carefully he maneuvered the eight-legged fiend into the glass and put his hand over it, exiting the bathroom and moving into the kitchen.

"There, no harm done. See?" He said, holding up the glass to where Mikhail could see it.

"Dad! Get it out of here!" The brunet shrieked, fleeing and diving over the couch to the other side, burying himself with blankets and pillows.

"Aw," Dorian pouted and looked at the spider. "But it's cold outside. I think I'll name him Charlie.~"

"Don't name it, get rid of it!" Mikhail bellowed, his voice slightly muffled from beneath his fort.

The blond's bottom lip pushed out further, "But he's probably lonely and wants a friend."

"He can make friends with the other spiders that are outside, dad!"

"But," Dorian looked back at the spider, which only seemed a little irritated that it was in a glass and trapped. "But he's just a house spider; out there is a cruel, cruel arachnid world; he could get mugged, or beat up by all of the tougher, meaner spiders."

Mikhail let out a frustrated cry, flinging the blankets off of himself as he stood and marched towards his father.

"Then I'll do it myself!"

"No, Charlie~!!" Dorian screeched, holding the glass protectively against himself and running into the kitchen, away from his angry son.

"Dad, it's just a spider for God's sake, let it go!"

"I'm his only friend, he's lonely, and tossing him out into an unforgiving spider world is just cruel and unusual!" Dorian said in defense, keeping the spider close to his chest.

"You're unusual, dad," Mikhail deadpanned, before he took a step forward. "It's creepy, gross, disgusting, and dirty, and it doesn't belong in our house!"

Dorian sniffled and looked at the spider, who stared blankly back at him. "I don't want to hurt his feelings..."

Mikhail rolled his eyes. "Dad, it's a spider, it won't know the difference if you throw it out or even kill it!"

Dorian gasped. "I would never kill a harmless creature!!"

The teen was slowly losing his patience. With one hand holding his towel in place, he marched towards the sliding doors that led out onto their balcony, and opened the curtains along with the door with a flourish. A heated look crossed his features, one that showed his resoluteness, and he pointed a finger out the door.

The blond licked his lip and then bit the bottom one, looking torn. Save the spider and give it a good home and have Mikhail furious with him, or throw the spider out and get before-bed-time-nooky. Decisions, decisions...

Finally, Dorian slowly moved forward, his steel-blue eyes regarding the spider that looked like it just didn't give a fuck. But, Dorian had sympathy. He knew what it was like to be thrown into a new world, to be unwanted, and therefore he was sympathetic. But Mikhail despised spiders and had a horrible fear for them, and as Mikhail's father he had a duty to protect his son from the things that went bump in the night.

Moving out onto the balcony he uncovered the mouth of the cup, even though the spider couldn't climb up the slippery sides. He knelt down on the concrete of the balcony and tipped the cup over, shaking it gently to urge the eight-legged bug to crawl out. He blew on it to shoo it away, and it scuttled across the balcony before disappearing into the darkness. When he stood and turned around, Mikhail was hovering by the door way, watching to make sure that Dorian did indeed release the spider. Dorian smiled at his son and pat his shoulder amiably as he moved to the kitchen to clean out the glass and return it to the bathroom.

"Thanks..." Mikhail said, moving to lean against the bar counter with his elbows, watching his dad as the blond returned and gave that charming, soft smile.

"It's my job, Mikky," Dorian said as he shrugged, putting his hands on the counter and leaning a bit, his grin boyish. "Right?"

Mikhail flushed and his cheeks puffed out a bit, and once again his arms were folded over his chest. "... Right. I'm getting back in the shower."

He disappeared, and Dorian let out a breath and stared down at the polished granite counter, and waited for about five minutes. When he was sure Mikhail would be engrossed in his shower duties Dorian pushed away from the counter and ran a hand through his mussed blond hair, and made his way to the bathroom. Testing the handle, and, finding it unlocked, he carefully pushed the door open and slipped in, not making a sound. His pajama pants and socks came off and he took a few steps forward, peeking into the shower from the slight gap in the curtains.

Just as he thought, Mikhail was busy lathering up his hair, his back to his voyeur as he closed his eyes and let out a small sigh of satisfaction. With measured movements he slipped in behind his son and slid his arms around the athletic body.

"G-ah!" The teen jumped violently and flailed a bit, turning his head to see a shock of platinum hair as his father nuzzled his neck. "D-Dorian!" He instantly relaxed his tense body, pushing at Dorian's head to get him to stop nuzzling. "You scared the crap outta me."

"Hmmm, I just couldn't resist, you're so cute when you're scared...~" Dorian crooned, biting at the wet neck, ignoring the slight taste of shampoo on his tongue.

"Sheesh, you're such a pervert," Mikhail grunted, finally succeeding in pushing his father away long enough to rinse out his hair. He scrubbed at his face a bit, and then held out a hand to keep the older man at bay as the blond tried to go in for another embrace. "Oi, oi, oi, I still need to wash my body, can't you get out and wait for me in the bedroom like a normal person?"

Dorian smiled, "Why would I do that when I could help?"

Emerald eyes blinked and Mikhail started to question Dorian's motives, but his protests were quickly silenced when the blond grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather it in his hands. Huffing, Mikhail went stiff as the man's hands roamed over his body, scrubbing and rubbing the soap around. It felt good, actually, to have someone wash him and care for him like that. And honestly, why wouldn't Dorian do this for him? The man was willing to get down on his knees and do anything for the teen because he was so caught up in being the 'doting father'. In a sense Mikhail felt bad because he felt he was taking advantage of his dad, but at the same time, he wanted to take advantage of the blond computer geek. And that thought alone scared him half to death.

But as Dorian dutifully bathed his son, tenderly, sweetly, Mikhail bit his lip and thought about just what his father was to him. Father, friend, lover... so much had transpired over the past few months and Mikhail was still trying to wrap his mind around it. For the most part, he was doing a good job at it. So far no one suspected anything. Not his friends, not the school, not their neighbors; no one. Perhaps when he turned eighteen it wouldn't matter much anymore, but for now it meant Dorian going to jail for a lot of things. Mikhail didn't want that. He loved his father, his friend, his lover, so dearly. Even though he didn't show it, most of the time. He appreciated the little things, he took everything into account, and Dorian's gestures never went unnoticed.

Mikhail was turned around so his father could do his backside, and he blushed hotly. Dorian seemed to not notice as he cleaned and didn't linger anywhere, and when Mikhail turned around, he leaned in to crash his lips against the blond's hungrily.

Dorian made a soft, surprised sound, and returned the kiss as he gently backed Mikhail under the spray, rinsing him off as their tongues met. Now, his hands started to wander, and Mikhail arched needily into him, making a fire stir deep in the older man's belly. It spread to his loins and he pressed their wet bodies together, their moans echoing off of the bathroom walls.

With the warm water cascading over their bodies, they became slick as they slid against each other, the added sensations multiplying what their hands were doing to each other. Dorian's fingers wrapped around Mikhail's half-hard arousal, the teen arching against him once again as his own hands wandered to touch the blond's arousal. They jerked each other in tandem for a few moments, before Mikhail let out a growl and gripped Dorian's hips to flip the older man around and push him up against the wall. A small noise left Dorian's lips as his chest and face was pressed against the slick wall, his hands raising for a bit of leverage against the tiles.

"Jesus, Dorian..." Mikhail panted out, licking up the shell of Dorian's ear languidly. "You just make it so hard for me..."

The blond let out a chuckle, "You don't want this?" He asked, lewdly rolling his hips back so his rear end could grind against Mikhail's arousal.

Hissing, Mikhail grabbed a fistful of Dorian's hair and yanked his head back, nipping at his neck. Dorian licked his lips and panted, his own arousal trapped between his belly and the wall.

"Sometimes I don't know if I want to want it..." the brunet smirked and slid his hands down Dorian's slick chest. "... daddy~"

That was the last straw. In a flash Dorian reversed their positions, Mikhail's back against the wall as he lifted one athletic leg up to wrap around his hip. Their bodies met and undulated against each other, their mouths crashing together once again as hands tried to touch everywhere and everything all at once. One of Dorian's hands dipped down between their joined bodies, his fingers questing and probing gently. Mikhail keened and writhed as a finger breached his entrance, and he let out a pant.

"Mmm, my beautiful boy..." Dorian whispered, his free hand coming up so his fingers could tease dusky, pert nipples.

"Nnnhh..." the teen whimpered, thrashing his head from side to side. It wasn't often that he bottomed, but today the unusual display of dominance from his father was really sparking a fire deep within him. Two fingers were pushed into his cavity and he bucked, his lips parting in a delicious, satisfying moan. "D-Dorian..."

"Yes, my nymph?" Dorian asked, acting clueless as he expertly scissored his fingers and stroked against that sweet spot inside of Mikhail's body.

"S-Stop... teasing..."

"Hmmm, you ask me to do that so much, I'm starting to think it's a talent that shouldn't be wasted..." the older man chuckled, bending his fingers a bit so they brushed against Mikhail's sweet spot.

The boy cried out in response, a half frustrated, half excited sound. His fingers slipped from the slick entrance, the lukewarm around them providing a good wet coating as he pumped his own erection a few times before pushing the head against Mikhail's tight hole.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Mikhail." Dorian's voice was breathy and ragged, and it was rare that he ever used Mikhail's full name.

"Nhh..." the teen was falling into the submissive role rather easily, his body trembling and his back arching in response to the blond's words. "Fuck me... God, fuck me daddy!"

"Good boy," Dorian purred, before he hooked Mikhail's leg securely over his hip, his hands steadying the boy before he thrust his cock in one violent shove.

Mikhail's head knocked back against the tiles but he seemed to not notice, his neck exposed as he closed his eyes tightly, stars bursting behind closed eyelids. His other leg lifted to wrap around Dorian's other side, accommodating both of them, and soon enough the blond was ramming him into the wall. The water was making their bodies slide against each other and their surroundings but neither seemed to care as Mikhail clutched on to Dorian, crying out with every thrust that was ramming into his body.

Eyeing the exposed, tan neck, Dorian leaned forward and latched his teeth to the flesh, suckling and biting down to leave a mark and bring the blood to the surface of the skin. Mikhail keened and whimpered, clinging onto him tighter, his insides spasming around the older man's cock as they rocked together, their breathy cries echoing off of the bathroom walls and being sucked up, absorbed into the steam that was imprinting the act onto the mirrors.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Mikhail chanted with every thrust, the pleasure starting to build up in his balls and lower belly.

Dorian's hand lifted from one tan hip to smack the teen's ass harshly, the water magnifying the sting, the sharp burst of pain triggering Mikhail's orgasm. His cock jutted out his seed, his back arching off of the wall and one leg coming down to support himself as he sagged, unable to hold himself up any longer. Dorian was quick to follow, his hot semen coating the teen's insides before he pulled out and leaned against the boy, their lips meeting in a lazy, sated kiss.

"Mmmn..." the computer geek hummed, stroking Mikhail's jaw gently before he reached out to shut off the now cold water.

Mikhail laughed lightly, "I'm starting to think you're insatiable."

Steel eyes regarded the teen coolly, before they drifted off to look at the tile past the brown head. They focused, and then Dorian went completely still. Mikhail frowned, and then froze as well, his blood turning to ice as he felt something creeping along his shoulder.

"D-Dorian..." his voice was meek and trembly, and his body started to shake as whatever was on his shoulder started to crawl towards his neck. It was feather-light and particularly creepy-crawly, and emerald eyes dared to peek down at his skin to see a giant brown -- ... "... Feather!?"

Dorian smiled cutely and tickled Mikhail's nose with it, before pressing a kiss to his stunned son's head and stepping out of the shower. Still frozen to the spot, it took a moment for Mikhail to recover. When he did, he ripped the curtains aside and filled his lungs with air.

"GOD DAMN IT DORIAN!!!"

Needless to say, Dorian was already fixing himself a gin and tonic.

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A/N: Lolz idk why I thought of this but I did. Poor Mikky.
Or, should I say, poor Dorian.
Wonder what Mikhail will do for revenge?

I tried to give you a glimpse into Mikhail's side of the relationship but I'm not sure how well I did. :/

Oh, and whenever I write Dorian, I have an image of Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club in my head... huh.