Title: Queening a Tom
Author: Growly
Part: 1/1 (if I ever write anything else like this, shoot me!)
Warnings: My first PWP and first Ranma ½ lemon story.  Be afraid.  Be very afraid
Disclaimer: They're MINE, I tell you! MINE!!! MUWAHAHAHA!!! *is dragged off to the mental ward*
Summary: Ranma-neko has found himself a mate. @_@
Pairing: Ranma/Tsubasa

C&C please.  I want to know if everyone else thinks I'm crazy too.

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"Meow..."  The meowing was insistant.  No matter how much he tried, the boy could not silence that damn cat.  Finally he stood, hands clenched into fists.  He'd been sleeping in just his usual shorts and t-shirt.  It wasn't true, as some conjectured, that he slept in girly nightgowns.  He opened the window to yell, and was caught completely off-guard by the large form perched on the sill.

It wasn't a cat... or was it?  Tsubasa dashed for the light switch, managing to turn it on before he was bowled over by a large, solid form.  Not a cat... the boy recognized that black hair, those blue eyes that seemed so feral all of a sudden.  "R...Ranma!?"  He nearly growled himself when he realized the other boy was pawing at his chest.  "I told you before I have no interest in...urk!"

Ranma-neko purred down at the boy under him, cutting off harsh words with a lick and a kiss.  The angry sounds slowly subsided into puzzled whimpers, causing a large, smug cat grin to cross Ranma- neko's face.

If Ranma had been able to understand the boy's plaintive questions, he would have had few answers.  He was a creature of instinct, not intellect.  He couldn't remember going cat, all he had known was that there was a powerful scent in the air.  And so he had gone to seek it out.

There was a bit of fear-scent in the room, but it was far surpassed by the heavy, more cloying odor of wanting.  Ranma-neko sniffed the boy over, a purr deep in his throat.  He wasn't normally one to go tom-catting, but in this case...  He followed the scent to its source, nudging the boy insistantly through the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts.

Tsubasa was caught off-guard by the sheer strangeness of the situation.  He'd thought he had Ranma pegged when they met... but he never would have expected this late night visitation.  More than that, he would never have expected the sheer urgancy of Ranma's actions... like...

The feminine boy squealed in surprise as Ranma licked his stomach.  Somehow his shirt had been pushed up his chest, exposing a six inch strip of flesh between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his shorts, which Ranma was working over with his eager tongue.  He twisted and wriggled, trying to dislodge the other, but not succeeding.  When had Ranma gotten so strong?  Tsubasa remembered being able to beat the crap out of him with ease back at the park...

Now, he couldn't get his strangely weak limbs to cooperate.  Ranma's hands were curled into claws, ripping at the offending clothing covering Tsubasa's prone form, leaving the boy naked, exposed to the air and the slight evening breeze creeping in the window.

With surprising skill the cat-boy swiveled on all fours, pouncing on Tsubasa's lower body.  His mouth closed over the other boy's member, which was becoming hard despite any and all efforts by its owner to quell it.

Tsubasa bit back a moan, literally.  There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth as his hands flailed about for purchase, finally closing on the bedsheet.  His legs spread slightly of their own accord, giving Ranma-neko enough room to perch easily between them as he continued, raining licks and occasionally a small nip on Tsubasa.

He drew blood on the boy's soft inner thigh, and licked at the small wound with an apologetic mew in his throat.  Tsubasa didn't seem to notice, the hands kneading at his sensitive flesh stole any thoughts of pain.  His fingers sank deep into the fabric below him, almost tearing  hole in it as he arched his back, almost mewling himself.

Ranma-neko purred at the sight of the boy's spread legs and arched back.  Finally, his chosen mate was ready to be queened.  It didn't particularly matter that this was a male, a tom, and not a female.  He nudged at the boy, mewing, making it clear that he wanted to boy to flip over onto his belly.

The cross-dresser was confused at first, then he was merely torn.  ~I... I hate boys!  But... but...~  A second, less friendly meow caused him to give in, rolling over onto his stomach.

Such a sexy boy, Ranma-neko purred approvingly as he surveyed the smooth, rounded ass before him.  Impatiently ripping away his own blue shorts, Ranma-neko mounted his mate, seeking entrance.  He found it in only a few heartbeats.  The head of his hard cock slipped past the tight ring of his mate's virgin hole and he felt a quick shudder run through the body beneath him.

He mewed, rubbing his cheek along Tsubasa's back comfortingly while he waited for the pain of his entry to ease a bit.  Finally he felt the boy relax and completed his thrust, pushing forwards until he was buried to the hilt in his mate's hot body.

Tsubasa could no longer bite back his moans as Ranma's steely member worked in and out of his body.  His own hands were like claws now, tearing at the sheets beneath him as he pushed back, forcing the other boy deeper.  He was painfully hard himself, but Ranma knocked his hand away as he reached down to touch himself.

Ranma-neko knew his new mate wouldn't last long under his ministrations, and was forced to grip his paws tightly around the other boy's hips to keep him in place.  He pounded into Tsubasa, a sound halfway between a moan and a meow in his throat.  The sound became a screech as he felt himself cum, filling his mate with his hot seed.

It was then that Tsubasa came, messily at that.  And he hadn't had to touch himself even once... ~Amazing...~  He slumped forward, with Ranma- neko still mounting him.  He was tempted to mew himself as he felt Ranma's now limp member slip from his body.

Then Ranma-neko came up beside him, licking his face, his lips.  Bone- weary, but sated, Tsubasa flung an arm around his feline lover, pulling him close.  He could feel Ranma's vibrating purr against his chest and found it combining with his exhaustion to lure him back to sleep.

Uncurling, his blue eyes fixed on the other boy's pretty face, Ranma- neko recurled himself around Tsubasa possessively.  No others were going to take his mate if he had any say.  He rested his chin on Tsubasa's chest, and drifted off to dreams of cream, balls of yarn and his mate's inviting form spread out beneath him.

*Fin*

I think I need psychological help now... @_@