Make Him Come
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"Make him come to you," said the wax lion.

"Oh, shut it, she's out cold," said the brass monkey irritably, watching the rise and fall of Jaye's chest.

The lion waggled his eyebrows as best he could with one slightly smushed. "Then maybe I should come to you," he said, trying to figure out if he could manage with his feet stuck together in one big block of red wax.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with all this talk of coming," said the monkey, shifting a little on his pedestal.

The lion gave a little leap and gained a few inches of ground. "Why not?" it asked reasonably, wondering how much anatomy the monkey had between its crossed legs. He was starting to feel warm tingles in some interesting places himself, though they were rather buried in wax.

The monkey shot him a worried look, but didn't try to move away. "Well, if you're going to do something about it, that's a different kettle of fish entirely," said the monkey, his voice cool as his metal.

The lion did so love that accent.

A few more hops and he was cozied right up with the monkey, nuzzling at the smooth brass of one hand. "Make him come with you," said the lion wickedly, muzzle moving further in.

The monkey began to stroke his waxy mane and whispered in his ear, "I'm not sure I can reach the right bits of you," the monkey said, uncrossing its legs to reveal more sculpted fur and not much else, "or that there even <i>are</i> right bits of me, but let's give it a whirl."

The lion purred and licked at the metal, feeling it warm under his tongue while the tingling in his own waxy groin began to build.

Just as he felt things beginning to come to a head, Jaye opened one eye and stared at them in horror, then moaned and covered her head with a pillow.

"Make him come with, er, to you!" said the monkey firmly, and the lion felt something wash over him that was almost as good as the feeling he got when Jaye successfully completed a task.

The monkey let out a pleased little sound and went all boneless and snuggly, so the lion stopped licking his groin and moved up to press a kitty kiss to the fake fur of its brass face. "That will be some dream," said the lion wickedly, staring down at the twitching Jaye.

The monkey chuckled. "Serves her right. At least it's not '99 Bottles of Beer' again."

"This is much better," agreed the lion. The monkey's hand still gently stroking his mane was all the agreement he needed.

Title: Make Him Come
Fandom: Wonderfalls
Pairing: Brass Monkey/Wax Lion
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, crack, cross-species inanimate object bestiality
Summary: The wax lion thinks of something new to occupy them while Jaye is sleeping.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to rubyrosered, whom I forced to beta. A Yuletide treat for ghost lingering.

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