Deep red-purple liquid medicine in a spoon. ~~~ Part 1: The warmth of the Caribbean sun is not that different than it was in winter, but everyone can feel that spring is in the air. It’s a crying shame Lucius is too miserable to take advantage of it. Yesterday Lucius had chills and body aches. Today he’s experiencing unbearable exhaustion; he spent most of his time in bed, but not in the way he wanted. The shuffling of boots, paws, and claws reaches Lucius’s long ears from the deck above his and Pete’s room. He picks up faint moans from Frenchie and Wee John’s room (they must have begun their courtship while he was asleep). It reminds him that he hasn’t performed a courtship with his matelot or their f*ck buddy Izzy. Lucius’s mind drifts to what he wants to wear (or not wear) when he and Pete dance under the stars. His imagination moves on to more saucy fantasies when his human lover knocks gently on the door and enters. “Hey, babe. I got the medicine from Roach. He said to take a spoonful now and another tomorrow,” Pete coos. He reaches out to push back sweaty strands of hair from his matelot’s scrunched-up face. Lucius sits up and groans. He’s grateful for Pete and Izzy taking turns keeping him company, but he wants sex and sleep, not icky red liquid from their half-mad chef and doctor. His blanket falls from his shoulders to his lap. He grips its edge and pulls it back against his furry chest. Pete kisses Lucius on the forehead and opens the bottle in his hands. He takes a napkin-wrapped spoon from his pocket and pours the medicine in it. Lucius begrudgingly opens his mouth to accept the spoon and swallows the gross fluid before he can get too much on his tongue. His face twists in displeasure, “Blech! Does he make that sh!t vile on purpose?” “Sorry, honeybun,” Pete softly smiles in empathy. “Not your fault, babe.” Pete offers his canteen of water, which the sick rabbit hybrid eagerly takes a swig from and sighs, “Oh my god, thank you!”
A white rabbit with black ears lying flat in a grassy field. ~~~ Part 2: “No problem,” Pete says. After Lucius has another long drink, he returns the canteen and flops dramatically onto the mattress and pillows. He rolls onto his back and Pete rubs it. Izzy slides into the room unannounced, as he often does, and examines the two. He’s given Lucius the day off and reduced chores for Pete, but the Revenge is still on course for the Republic, so he needs as many crew members on deck as possible. He nods to Pete, “I’ve got him. You’re needed topside.” “Aye aye,” Pete presses a kiss to his matelot’s head and reluctantly pulls away. He leaves the room with a wave for both hybrids. Izzy sits on the edge of the bed and listens to Lucius snooze. His well-trained nose picks up the scent of a flu; it’s not serious, just highly uncomfortable. There’s a whiff of arousal too, but Izzy doesn’t know if Lucius wants to do something about it yet. Lucius turns back and forth in his sleep before waking up. He turns his head back to give the older hybrid a pleading look and asks, “Are you up to knotting me?” Izzy barks a laugh at Lucius’s boldness. He thinks on it for a bit, then answers, “Don’t think you’re up for it. You can’t stay awake for long.” “Ugh, I don’t care. You can knot me in my sleep. Just please do something. I can hear everyone else f*ck and it’s driving me crazy.” That’s as good as Izzy supposes he’ll get. He doesn’t mention how he’s been horny since the season started. He just strips down with Lucius. Now naked, Izzy reaches for the jar of coconut oil under the bed and prepares his younger bedmate. The sleepy moans and wagging tail make him smirk. His tail wags too. Lucius whines after a minute of Izzy teasing him with three fingers, “I’m ready! Just put it in, you old mutt.” Izzy growls, wipes his fingers on the blanket that needs to be washed anyway, and presses all of his body weight against Lucius. He’s stocky and heavier than he looks.
A black, white, and brown Jorkie (Jack Russell Terrier and Yorkshire Terrier mix) standing in the grass. Photo from https://dogwish.com/breeds/yorkie-jack-russell-mix. ~~~ Part 3: “F*cking needy bunny b!tch,” Izzy snarls, then pushes the tip of his erection into Lucius’s rump. He growls low at the heat and snug fit. Lucius answers with a long moan. He moans again when Izzy finally thrusts all the way in. His own length is trapped between the bed and his belly. When Izzy begins to move his hips, he pants and sighs happily. No hybrid lasts long during mating season, but Izzy does his best to avoid finishing before his bedmate. He knows Lucius has reached his peak when his body tightens and he whimpers into the mattress. Only then does he push his growing knot inside to lock them together. Hot jets of semen fill Lucius and he hums in pleasure. Izzy’s huffing into Lucius’s left ear. His tickling breath makes it twitch and slap Izzy across the mouth. He sputters and Lucius laughs. “Twat,” Izzy grumbles. He rolls them over gently to keep from straining his knot; it wouldn’t feel good for either of them. It’s a nearly impossible task not to nibble on Lucius’s body, but the younger hybrid appreciates Izzy’s self-control. The old dog hybrid’s bite is as bad as his bark. He does allow him to lick the sweat from his fur, mostly because he’s in need of some type of bath. Izzy finishes cleaning Lucius and dries the wettest patches of fur with the cleanest area of the blanket. He tosses the fabric over him to the floor with their discarded clothes. It’s Frenchie’s turn to do the laundry and if the silence from his and Wee John’s room is anything to go by, he shouldn’t be distracted from it anymore. Sleep takes Lucius at last. When Izzy’s knot goes down, he slowly pulls out and licks away his mess. Lucius’s lossened rim puckers around his tongue. Izzy dresses when he’s done, covers Lucius with a clean blanket, and carries the dirty one to the laundry room.
A white rabbit with brown ears and a brown patch around its eye is mostly covered by a gray blanket. Photo from https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/37/3f/88373fda812796b118df10f76f1641ff.jpg. ~~~ Part 4: Izzy meets Pete along the way and the two grunt acknowledgments to one another. As the human goes to check on his sick matelot, Izzy drops the blanket into a basket still partially full of laundry. He rolls his eyes and decides to pay Frenchie a not-so-friendly visit. Back in Lucius and Pete’s room, the couple are snuggled together. It’s close to supper, but Pete has time to hold and examine his sleepy beloved. More color has returned to Lucius’s face, but he’s not over the sickness yet. According to Roach, he won’t be able to leave his room for three more days. Pete hears the bell for supper. He knows Lucius can hear it in his sleep because his ears twitch. The cute sight makes him grin widely and whisper, “Oh my god.” Lucius’s ears move again, but he doesn’t wake. “I’m going to get us dinner. I’ll be right back, babe,” Pete whispers and rushes to the galley. He comes back with two bowls of a hearty vegetable stew. The aroma of fresh herbs is what rouses Lucius from slumber. He opens his eyes and lifts his head to better smell the fragrant broth. “Hey, sleepyhead. Do you think you can eat?” Pete asks. “Mmm, yeah. I could eat.” Pete and Lucius eat together in their room. Izzy checks on them after a while. He ate with Wee John after telling off Frenchie. He didn’t care that they were f*cking (it’s mating season, and he also indulged), but the chores don’t do themselves. Speaking of which, he reminds Pete to take the empty bowls and dirty spoons to the galley for Wee John to clean. Pete does so without arguing. “Need anything else, Twatty?” Izzy teases. “A million years of sleep, but I’ll definitely be courting Pete tomorrow,” Lucius teases back. “Right,” Izzy snorts. He expected as much. No illness could stop a rabbit hybrid’s raging libido.
3/9: Bunny
Lucius is ill this mating season, but Pete and Izzy help. The fic’s in the Alt Texts.
CW: Cis Rabbit Hybrid!Lucius, Cis Dog Hybrid!Izzy, Cis Human Pete, Background Room People, Mild Illness, Medicine, Anal Sex, Knotting, Rimming
#nsfw #lupete #sprizzy #ofmdnsfw #OurFlagThinksSpring
