Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman
((part 2))
"But I'm due in the town council meeting on ways to convince Leon to take a vacation, so it's your job to look after him. Play nice!" She smirked, shoving Cloud right into Leon's range and dancing out of the garden. Cloud studied his boyfriend with a growing sense of dread. Up close he could see where the animal inside had stretched and twisted the flesh that housed it, like the Leon he knew was simply a clay vessel to hold something else. It looked painful and wrong and he could only think that however it happened must have been agony.
"Leon?"
Pale eyes closed with a huff of familiar resignation, the gangly limbs folding and shifting into a tightly curled ball, jagged spiky bits pointing outwards in random threatening angles. It couldn't be comfortable to contort that malformed frame, and whatever curses Cloud had about his wing were forgotten in the light of Leon's transformation.
Kneeling down he slowly reached out a hand to pet the soft fur at the base of that wicked crown. A soft, quiet purr was his reward.
"I don't... I don't mind. You don't scare me like this." Cloud murmured, grinning at the dark look he got in response, clearly calling his bluff. "You don't. Okay, you surprised me, but you don't scare me. And I don't mind. You know I don't mind, right?"
Leon's wings rustled as he pulled them in tight. Cloud took that as a 'no', a determined scowl pursing his brows. This was his boyfriend. This was Leon. Whatever he may look like, Cloud had to accept it, and he did. He didn't have to like whatever had been done to make him this way, but he wouldn't allow himself to mind the fact that Leon already was.
"Fine. Roll over."
Without waiting for Leon to comply, if he even could without gouging himself on his own bone claws, Cloud started shoving and pulling the massive body into a better repose. He ignored the startled snarl and hiss he got. Leon's belly was almost human, the fur satiny soft and pale. Between his legs he was built like a maligned griffon, everything tucked away inside a pouch of flesh as though the massive wings would ever bear him aloft high enough for that to help in aerodynamics.
If anyone ever said Cloud had a thing for birds after this, he'd blush until he died.
There were no guard hairs, no spines to catch and agitate whomever he mounted, which made cloud feel no better about the fact he was basically feeling up an animal. An animal that was his boyfriend and panting heavily in his ear with tiny little squeaky kitten noises when the wet tip of his sex finally peeked out and Cloud suckled it into his mouth.
The strangest part wasn't the sounds, or the slick fur on his lips, or the changed shape on his tongue. The strangest part was that Leon still tasted like Leon, like he'd always tasted pushing deep into Cloud's throat and trying not to howl.