|queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-04 20:47:00
|Entry tags:||^thundercats, author: queenoftheskies, may 4|
By Your Command, Thundercats (Lion-O/Tygra)
Title: By Your Command
Warnings: m/m, blowjob
Word count: 369
Summary: Lion-O takes Tygra.
Prompt: Thundercats, Lion-O/Tygra: Master/Slave – Play this game tonight.
Lion-O whirled with a roar. His eyes flashed as he sheathed the Sword of Omens and set it in its proper resting place. Fists clenched, he paced the room, growling under his breath.
He couldn't believe she'd just ignored him. After his prowess in battle, she'd just...walked right past him when they'd returned to the Lair.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled again. Their home was still filled with her scent, an intoxicating scent that made him want to lay Tygra flat and pin Panthro to the wall. Then he'd have Cheetara all to himself. There'd be no competition. She'd be all his.
And I'd be left with Wilykit and Wilykat to rule over. He smiled. With Cheetara by my side.
Of course, he could always send the other males on a mission; Wilykit and Wilykat, too. That would leave him alone with Cheetara in the Lair. His smile deepened. His ache in his crotch grew, but he knew the way to relieve his pain: Cheetara. She'd make everything better.
Decision made, Lion-O palmed the door controls and burst into the hallway, turning his head expectantly toward Cheetara's room. The scent had faded. It was still there, but now not much more than a memory.
He whirled at the sound to footsteps. Tygra strode toward him, orange and black fur gleaming in the hallway's recessed lights. There was something about the soft fur, the lack of clothing that fanned his burning desire into flames.
"Where's Cheetara?" Lion-O hardly recognized his voice, husky and sharp and filled with craving.
"She and Panthro took the kittens out to check out..."
His lust turned to anger, Lion-O lunged, pinned Tygra to the wall. "If I can't have her, then you'll have to do."
"I, Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats, command you to..." He forced Tygra to his knees, whipped his cock free of his pants. "Satisfy me. Be mine, tonight."
Tygra swallowed hard. "But...I'm a noble."
"And, I'm your king." Pressing himself against Tygra's cheek, he whispered, "I'm your master; you're my slave."
Tygra flinched. "I told Panthro we should have had this talk with you before now."
"No talk." Lion-O forced himself into Tygra's mouth. "Talk tomorrow. Play this game tonight."