"Organic Blue"
by Osiris Brackhaus
It had to happen eventually.
He had dreamed of that very thing happening every single night since that confusingly flawless Russian had first shown up.
Every month, the students were scheduled with him for their
regular check-ups. Every month, Peter had shown up, healthy and flawless and
perfect as ever.
And every time, Hank had found some reason to check him out. Closely.
'There's some kink in your shoulder, Piotr, let me have a look at it.'
Sure, of course. But having a reason to put his blue hands on the perfectly muscled body of that young man was worth a few lies. At least, it was in Hank's eyes.
Every month, they had parted casually. Just like a teacher and his student, like doctor and patient. Not that they were so different in age, only in mind. But to Hank, it felt as if they fit together in all their differences. After all, they were both calm, sensible, athletic...
Only they never talked expect for the lessons or the regular check-up. And that Hank was a blue-furred beast and Peter a former arms-dealer occasionally made from organic steel.
But eventually, Hank's lingering looks could no longer be ignored.
Peter had been sitting on the corner of the examination table, wearing nothing but his deep-red trunks. About to send the young mutant away, Hank had not thought this time would be any different.
But in the end it had been a simple gesture that changed everything.
In retrospect, he would never be able to pinpoint what exactly
had caused Peter to look up. Yet suddenly the young Russian had looked up,
right into Hank's eyes. It was that questioning kind of look that went right
through your eyes into your heart. His blue-furred paw still lying on the
other man's shoulder, Hank had thought for a moment of turning away, of hiding
what he felt.
And yet he was tired of hiding, of trying to act differently from what he
was. So he returned the look, gentle and full of affection. Hank tried not
to smile, though. He had been told often enough that he had far too many teeth
to make a smile look anything but feral. So he just stood there, silent, while
Peter's eyes seemed to search for something in the back of his mind.
It took the young Russian about three delightful heartbeats to put the pieces together. Suddenly, Peter looked at the doctor's hand still lingering on his shoulder, and blushed in his very own unique fashion. There was such, well, innocent surprise in the way the young mutant turned into steel from one second to another that Hank couldn't help but smile. A tiny, vegetarian smile, he hoped, but a smile nonetheless. And a sad one.
Slowly, the blue-furred mutant pulled away his hand, softly saying: "I didn't want to embarrass you..."
But once again, to Hank's deepest surprise, the other man caught his hand, holding the paw between his steel fingers.
"No," Peter said coarsely, searching for words. "Don't. It's okay."
It's okay... those words echoed in Hank's mind like a benediction.
It's okay.
Though the way he had said it meant that it was not merely okay. Apparently
Peter thought it alright, fine, perfect just the way it was.
It made Hank's heart skip a beat or two.
Still the young mutant's body was entirely made of steel, and his gestures seemed awkward at best. And yet he still held Hank's hand and didn't give any impression that he was about to let go any time soon.
So the doctor made the best he could out of the situation. Despite his extensive education, he couldn't find a single word to express what he felt, what he had always wanted to tell the other mutant. But in every book he had read, in every poem that had ever crossed his way, there had been one time-honored solution to this dilemma.
Slowly, making sure he didn't come across as anything but careful, Hank leaned forward until his face was a mere inch away from Peter's. That close, he could even make out the almost nonexistent scent of steel with his heightened senses. But there was still the real scent of Peter hanging around him like a cloud, the scent of his fleshly body, strong and vigorous and so enticing it made Hank's whiskers twitch with excitement.
The young Russian suddenly gave an uneasy laugh, his head moving away from the other man's face almost involuntarily. But he didn't let go of Hank's paw, no, he seemed to hold the doctor's furred fingers even tighter. His hand felt smooth and surprisingly cool to the touch, oddly hard and supple at the same time.
Once again Hank leaned further forward, and this time he didn't hesitate as the first of his hairs touched the young mutant's metal face. Gently, he placed his lips onto Peter's, blue skin touching organic steel, alien bodies in oh so human a gesture.
Much to Hank's surprise, the lips he kissed weren't as unyielding as he had imagined. Peter seemed to be a little overwhelmed, but not appalled at all. It took him a few moments to fully register what was going on, but then he didn't seem to waste a single heartbeat.
Suddenly, Hank felt a heavy steel hand on his neck, holding his head right where it was. Within a blink of the eye, Peter's reaction to the kiss turned from politely hesitant to curious and probing. Cool and firm, his lips pressed against the other man's, his tongue sometimes flashing up as if it didn't trust the whole thing. Yet.
And Hank definitely didn't even once think of hurrying things.
Whatever this lucky moment was, whatever curious weirdness was currently tempting
Peter into his actions, the blue-furred doctor didn't mind one bit. Leaning
into their kiss, he softly started to caress the other man's chest with his
free hand, his fingers roaming across smooth, flawless metal.
In the back of his mind, Hank noticed that Peter started to breathe deeper,
that even his steel body started to exude a warmth that came from within.
And it made his own blood catch fire. The thought of actually finding his
admiration and desire returned in like was more than tempting, it was intoxicating,
it was bliss.
At least, it was in Hanks humble opinion.
But then, as if in confirmation of the doctor's thoughts, Peter suddenly gave a soft sigh and relaxed into Hank's embrace. At the same time, his body changed back into flesh, flooding Hank's senses with the scent of a healthy and rather aroused human being, with the warmth and touch of another man's skin, and with the deep, deep satisfaction of knowing he had made the first, priceless step on his way to conquering Peter's heart.
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Fin
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