Little Red and the Wolf Singer

[cherith0angel]

Trigger warnings-brief mention of sexual assault, rimming, blood, and consumption of raw meat, biting kink.
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Guys help, I’m becoming a Krisoo maniac. All this was done in 24 hours. God I need help.

Kyungsoo wakes up early, before the rooster crows, every morning without fail. He rises and washes his face, dresses, and then quietly goes down the stairs to start a fire in the hearth. Once he has a nice fire going, he sets a pot of water over the flames and leaves it to boil while he goes outside to gather the eggs. It never takes too long, because he’s done it so many times that he barely has to think about it anymore. By the time he’s done and back inside the water is boiling, and his parents and older brother are starting to stir in their rooms. Kyungsoo quickly prepares four cups of tea and cracks the eggs into a frying pan right as his father comes downstairs.

“Good morning,” Kyungsoo greets with a smile.

His father grumbles and falls gracelessly into his chair, staring into his teacup as though he’s thinking of drowning himself in it. Kyungsoo bites back a laugh and stirs the eggs into a scramble. Kyungsoo actually prefers them whole, but he’s the only one who does and today he just doesn’t feel like making something else. As the eggs finish cooking he takes out four plates, then he retrieves a loaf of bread from the pantry and cuts it into four even pieces. By the time his mother and brother come downstairs, he’s setting the plates out on the table. His brother grins at him and ruffles his hair as he passes by, and his mother tuts and brushes it back into place, finishing with a kiss to his forehead.

“Good morning, my sweet boy,” She says.

They eat in silence. Kyungsoo’s seat faces the window, and as he eats he watches the sun rise, anticipation of a new day making his heart beat faster and he finds it hard to hold still, his right knee bouncing under the table.

Father is the first one to finish eating. He brings his plate to the sink and then comes back to the table.

“Do we need anything from the store today?” He asks.

“Shoelaces,” Mother says.

“Sugar,” Kyungsoo says, his voice barely a whisper.

Father pets Kyungsoo’s hair and smiles. “Shoelaces and sugar,” he repeats. “Alright then. Everyone have a good day.”

After breakfast, Kyungsoo washes the dishes while his mother goes to feed the chickens and the sheep. Kyungsoo’s brother packs up a lunch pail, stealing an extra apple from the basket.

“Hyung,” Kyungsoo scolds, whacking his brother lightly with a spoon. “Leave some for the rest of us.”

His brother just laughs and shakes his head. “We have enough,” he says. “You always make sure of that.” He gives Kyungsoo a one-armed hug, lingering perhaps a little too long, and then leaves, yelling goodbye to their mother as he hurries off.

Once the dishes are done Kyungsoo goes upstairs and collects the laundry from everyone’s rooms. He washes the clothes in the stream behind the house, always listening for the sounds of approaching people, or wolves. Though truth be told, the wolves don’t scare him. Once the laundry is washed and hanging out to dry, Kyungsoo goes back inside. His mother is kneading dough to make tomorrow’s bread, her hands covered in flour that will eventually make it to her hair and cheeks. Kyungsoo watches her for a few moments before he clears his throat, making his presence known.

“I’m going to start the sewing,” he says.

She smiles at him. “Alright, dear. I’ll be along to help you soon.”

Their family isn’t poor, Kyungsoo’s father works hard as a tanner and owns a shop in town, and his brother is an apprentice for a blacksmith. They own chickens, sheep, and two brown cows that live in the communal pasture. They have money, but the only way they manage to keep so much of it is by being very thrifty. They make their own jam and wool, grow their own vegetables, and almost never buy new clothes. Their old ones frequently have a lot of holes, and Kyungsoo finds that he needs to make repairs at least three times a week. Of all the chores he has, sewing is his second favorite thing to do. He can do it without needing to focus too much, he doesn’t have to talk to anyone, and he can stay inside.

Today there are ten clothing items that require his attention. He’s midway through the seventh when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Kyungsoo,” his mother says heavily, “I’ll need you to go milk the cows.”

Kyungsoo feels his heart sink, but he manages to smile. “I’ll just finish this shirt, and then I’ll go.” His mother has an ankle injury that makes it hard for her to walk, and the pasture is pretty far away. He doesn’t mind milking the cows, but the walk to the pasture is never fun. Kyungsoo thinks about stalling, redoing his stitches, but delaying the problem won’t make it go away. He finishes with the shirt and then stands up. His mother is standing by the door, eyeing him worriedly. She’s washed her hands, but flour still clings to her hair and it makes Kyungsoo smile.

Mother cradles his face in her hands, looking him over worriedly. “How are you feeling?” She asks.

“Fine,” Kyungsoo tells her. “My chest doesn’t feel as heavy this year.”

She nods, but still looks worried. “Wear your cloak,” She says. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Kyungsoo’s cloak-the one that his grandmother gave him when he was thirteen. It’s beautiful, made of red velvet, and it goes down to his ankles and has an oversized hood. Kyungsoo always keeps the hood up when he leaves the house. It’s fine for now because it’s a little cold, but it’s a pain during the summer because of the heat. But without the cloak, Kyungsoo feels too exposed.

Over the years Kyungsoo has learned to walk with his head and eyes down. He listens carefully, but tries to let the words he hears wash over him, though it doesn’t always work.

“There he is.”

“Must be spring, he’s come outside to join the rest of us.”

“He got paler over the winter, didn’t he? What a delicate little beauty.”

“…doesn’t even act like a man. Look at him, off to milk the cows.”

“We only have the Tanner’s word for it, you know. Maybe somebody ought to check if he’s really a man.”

“I’d do it. I’d love to get my hands on that pretty face of his, find out what he’s hiding under that cloak.”

The words make Kyungsoo’s cheeks burn and he hurries along, constantly worried that someone will grab him one day and make good on their whispered threats. He’s heard them talk about it for as long as he can remember, and he’s had several close calls. Once when he was five, several older boys grabbed him and held him down, laughing about how they were going to undress him. Kyungsoo tries not think about what happened to them after that-not in public, anyway.

Kyungsoo gets to the pasture and quickly milks the cows. He’d love to stay and pet them, talk to them. He loves the cows, he thinks they’re beautiful, but he doesn’t want to linger. He has to walk slowly on the way home so he doesn’t spill the milk, but he still moves as fast as he can, to avoid the jeers of the boys around him. Only Kyungsoo’s peers have ever said such perverted things around him-the adults are much more civil, though they still think of Kyungsoo as an abnormality. He’s a boy, but he’s sickly and pale, born with a weak heart and lungs. He’ll never work in a field, or take on a labor intensive work. Maybe he’ll be forced to live with his parents forever, maybe when his brother gets married Kyungsoo will move in with him and become something like a nanny. Maybe that’s all he’s got to look forward to in life. There are other options, of course, but Kyungsoo’s not sure of what he thinks of them. But he knows that time is running out to decide. He’s eighteen, and that means he’s an adult.

Back at home Kyungsoo brings the milk to the kitchen. Some of it will be left for drinking, the rest will be made into cheese. They made butter last week, so they don’t need it right now.

Kyungsoo meets his mother’s concerned gaze with a smile.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“Of course,” He says.

Kyungsoo spends the next few hours sweeping and dusting while his mother cooks. It’s not yet dinner when Kyungsoo finishes, and he knows that he has a few hours yet before it gets dark, so he puts the broom and dust cloth away and goes to the kitchen.

“Mother,” he says quietly, “I’m going to go visit grandma.”

His mother looks up from the sink and smiles at him. “Ah, yes. It’s that time of year again, isn’t it?” She dries her hands and pulls a wicker basket out from the cabinet. She packs it with apples, bread, berries, and a large glass jar that she fills with water. The jar’s lid hooks closed, and she seals it with wax. Before she hands over the basket, she helps Kyungsoo with his cloak, and places her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“Mother,” Kyungsoo laughs, taking her hand, “My health hasn’t change in the last two hours.”

She smiles a little guiltily. “I know, darling. But I still worry.”

Kyungsoo takes the basket and kisses her forehead. “I’ll be fine.”

She nods. “Will you be back for dinner?”

“It’s nice today,” Kyungsoo answers, “I think I’ll stay out longer.”

Mother walks him to the back door and hands him his cloak. “Well, okay, but be back by dark.”

Kyungsoo barely manages to hold back a grin. “I will be.” He hurries out of the house and to the small footbridge that goes over the stream. Once he’s out of earshot he giggles quietly. He’ll be back before dark alright, but his mother really doesn’t need to worry. Nothing in this woods will harm him.

Kyungsoo becomes a different person in these woods. At home, Kyungsoo is the good child, the hard worker who does everything he can to help around the house, the darling of his parents and older brother. In public, Kyungsoo is a helpless victim, a target for those who are bigger and stronger than him. But here in the woods, Kyungsoo lets his true colors show. He pulls up his hood, not to hide his face, but because he likes having his hood up. He knows that the deep red of the cloak looks magnificent against his pale skin and serves to bring out the pink of his lips and flush of his cheeks. Here in the woods, Kyungsoo walks with a spring in his step. He keeps his head and eyes up, he allows himself to look around at the plants and small animals that scurry across the path, braver because they’re unused to the scent of humans.

Here in the woods, Kyungsoo allows himself to think about his secrets. For someone so quiet and unsuspecting, Kyungsoo has a lot of secrets, and he’s kept them since he was a child. Since he was five years old and those boys held him down behind the school house, laughing at him. At the time, Kyungsoo didn’t know that he was supposed to be scared. At the time, Kyungsoo felt one thing-anger. He snarled at the boys and gnashed his teeth, hissing curse words at them. Still they laughed, but before they could do anything harmful, a wolf had come barreling out of the woods. The beast launched itself at the boys, tearing a chunk out of one boys’ leg before he could get away. The boys ran away screaming, terrified, but Kyungsoo wasn’t scared. He stared at the wolf in awe, he thought it was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. The wolf had quickly retreated into the woods, and it never once looked in Kyungsoo’s direction. He’d only told two people about that day-one being his grandma.

Her grave isn’t that far into the woods, and Kyungsoo gets there fairly quickly. But the truth is, he isn’t there for her. He feel a little guilty-maybe more than a little, because he has managed to deceive his parents so completely with his little ruse. Kyungsoo is the perfect child, after all. He cooks, cleans, sews, speaks softly, and misses his grandmother so much that he spends hours sitting by her grave, talking to her as though she could still hear him. That last part is the biggest lie Kyungsoo has ever told, and so far from the truth that it’s laughable.

Kyungsoo leaves the basket of food on his grandmother’s grave and continues along his way, keeping a sharp ear out now. He’s deep enough into the woods that no one will hear him from the village. He keeps his hood up, occasionally looking over his shoulder, or casting his eyes around at the trees. He walks quietly, listening carefully. His heart is racing in anticipation. Finally, he hears soft footsteps fall in behind him.

“Little Red,” a deep voice breathes in his ear.

Kyungsoo closes his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He continues to face forward. “Hello, Kris.”

Kris comes up next to him, and though Kyungsoo doesn’t look he can feel Kris’ eye raking over his body. Rather than shy away from it as he would in the village, Kyungsoo relishes in Kris’ gaze and taunts him by turning away.
“Snuck out again?” Kris asks.

Kyungsoo can feel Kris reaching for him and he spins out of the way, darting behind a tree. His heart pounds in his ears, and he can feel his cheeks flushing hot with blood. “No,” Kyungsoo answers, his voice light. “I told my mother that I was coming out here to be fucked by a Wolfsinger.”

He hears a laugh, and can’t tell where it’s coming from. He peeks out from behind the tree-Kris is nowhere to be found. He creeps out, looking all around, but Kris is good at hiding. Kyungsoo on the other hand stands out like a rose among daisies, bright red in the green forest, but he’s not going to part with his cloak any time soon.

Kris’ voice comes from his left. “I’ll bet she loved hearing that.” Kyungsoo turns his head, but as soon as he does Kris’ voice comes from his right. “Her good little boy, playing with monsters in the woods.”

Kyungsoo knows Kris is trying to confuse him, to make him spin around until he falls over, dizzy. Kyungsoo doesn’t turn anymore, though he does walk in different directions-forwards, backwards, left, right, keeping on his toes.

“I think I’m past the point of playing with the monsters,” Kyungsoo answers. He kicks off his shoes and socks, curling his toes into the cool dirt. He lifts a hand, brushing his fingers along the hem of his hood, pulling it closer to his cheek. He can almost hear Kris growl in response and he smirks. “I spend so much time with the monsters, I think I’ve become one of them.” He’s not far off with that.

Kris once told Kyungsoo that he could smell Kyungsoo’s emotions, and each one was unique. Fear and desire were the strongest, but he almost never scented fear. Desire, on the other hand, clung to Kyungsoo like a second skin. Kyungsoo knows that if that’s true, he must reek of desire at the moment. Winter has kept Kyungsoo away for too long, he’s eager to be back in Kris’ arms. But that’s not how the game goes. Kris likes the chase, and truth be told, Kyungsoo does too.

Kris doesn’t answer at first, but when he does his voice comes from somewhere in front of Kyungsoo. “Indeed, you are one of us. And we missed you. I missed you.”

Kyungsoo’s patience begins to wear thin. “If you missed me so much, you would come and get me,” he says with a laugh. “Have you lost your touch?”

“You wound me,” Kris says, this time from above…

Kyungsoo doesn’t even have time to look up. Kris drops down from a tree branch and stands, drawn up to his full height, in front of Kyungsoo. Kris steps forward and Kyungsoo takes a step back, backing right into a tree trunk. Kris’ fingers wrap around Kyungsoo’s wrists and pull them up, pinning them above Kyungsoo’s head, the rough tree bark digging into his skin. Kris steps even closer and Kyungsoo inhales sharply, his eyes glued to Kris’ face. He’s gotten more handsome since they last met, Kyungsoo is sure of it. His eyes are darker, his teeth sharper, his cheekbones more defined. Kris leans down and Kyungsoo gasps again, his chest heaving as he waits. Kris hovers, teasingly, at Kyungsoo’s lips, before lowering his head even more. Kyungsoo knows what Kris is doing and he bares his throat willingly.

The first thing Kyungsoo feels is Kris’ breath hot against his throat. Next are his lips, rough and chapped from the cold air. Then comes the slow drag of his tongue against the most prominent vein in Kyungsoo’s throat. Kyungsoo moans softly, the back of his head knocking against the tree trunk. There’s a fleeting pressure of teeth against the juncture of his throat and shoulder and Kyungsoo holds his breath, but Kris doesn’t bite-not there, not yet. Instead he pulls back quickly, releasing Kyungsoo’s hands. Before Kyungsoo can even move, Kris’ hands are on his hips, lifting him.

Kyungsoo gasps and grabs for Kris’ shoulders, his legs wrapping securely around Kris’ waist. But Kris has a good grip on him, and he’s not going to fall. Kris smiles up at him, holding tight to Kyungsoo’s hips as he spins. Kyungsoo’s stomach does a flip and he laughs, the sound loud in the quiet woods. He closes his eyes as Kris spins him around faster and faster, until suddenly he stops and Kyungsoo feels himself falling-or rather, Kris is falling, down to his knees, and Kyungsoo is along for the ride. Kris smoothly adjusts his hold, one hand supporting the back of Kyungsoo’s head, his hood still up, and the other hand keeping Kyungsoo’s legs firmly around his waist. He lowers Kyungsoo down to the forest floor and hovers over him, strong, heavy, and comforting all at the same time.

Kris fingers the hem of Kyungsoo’s hood, pulling it until the edge brushes the corner of his lips. Kyungsoo smiles, knowing that the color matches and it’s driving Kris insane. “Are you going to stare at me all day?” He asks. “We only have until dark.”

Kris sighs. “We won’t have enough time no matter what.” He grins. “You’ll have to come back again tomorrow.” Then he finally, finally, leans down and kisses Kyungsoo.

Kris isn’t one to beat around the bush. He bites hard on Kyungsoo’s lower lip, sharp teeth catching the soft skin. Kyungsoo isn’t bothered by the pinpricks of blood, not when Kris licks them away. Kyungsoo parts his lips and Kris licks inside, over his teeth, across the roof of his mouth. Kyungsoo arches up, pressing their hips together. He’s already hard, so is Kris. As much as Kyungsoo wants to draw this out, it’s really been too long and he has no patience for Kris’ games today.

Kyungsoo pushes at Kris’ shoulders and he sits up right away, leaning back. Kyungsoo sits up more slowly, his hands already busy with the clasp of his cloak. He lets it fall away and moves onto his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Kris fingers flex, but he’s not allowed touch-because he’ll rip the buttons right off and Kyungsoo hates sewing them back on. Once the shirt is off, then Kris is allowed to touch, and he does so eagerly, fingers pressing into Kyungsoo’s flesh.

“You lost weight,” Kris accuses.

“I was sick,” Kyungsoo says.

Kris bares his teeth. “That stupid human village is making you ill. You should have come to me.” His fingers tighten, but Kyungsoo doesn’t flinch. He presses a finger to Kris’ lips.

“Hush, you,” He orders. “I’m here now. What are you waiting for?”

Kris growls. “What indeed?” He muses, and then he pushes Kyungsoo back down.

The cloak provides a barrier from the branches and leaves for now. Eventually Kyungsoo will toss it aside, but at the present time his skin is too sensitive for that. Kris makes short work of Kyungsoo’s pants and underwear and then sets to work on his own clothing-a simple shirt and threadbare pants. As usual, he’s not wearing shoes. Or underwear.

“Heathen,” Kyungsoo teases, his fingers skimming the head of Kris’ cock.

Kris ignores him. Kyungsoo catches a glimpse of his smirk before he’s flipped onto his stomach. Kyungsoo is dazed but knows what’s coming. His heart pounds in anticipation, and he spreads his legs. Kris traces his fingers along the ridge of Kyungsoo’s spine, his nails scratching lightly.

“My beautiful Kyungsoo,” He whispers, his lips brushing the dimples on Kyungsoo’s waist. “Mine again.” Then he dips his tongue into Kyungsoo’s hole, and Kyungsoo gasps, grinding back. This might be his favorite part. They don’t have any kind of lubricant, and Kris has remarked more than once that he needs to be thorough if he doesn’t want to hurt Kyungsoo. Well, he’s certainly thorough. Kyungsoo sinks his teeth into the velvet cloak, biting down hard, shudders run through his whole body. Kris grabs his hips and pushes him down. He can’t move, and his cock is trapped between the cloak and his stomach, so Kyungsoo can’t get the friction he so desires. Kris stretches him open slowly, pausing occasionally to tell Kyungsoo about how good he tastes, how much he’s missed this. By the time Kris finally flips Kyungsoo onto his back again, Kyungsoo’s near tears. The stretch is always just enough to get him riled up, but never enough to make him come. He hasn’t been touched but he’s so hard, the tip of his cock wet. Kris strokes him, his fingers loose, grinning as Kyungsoo whimpers, thrusting into his fist.

“You’re so good for me,” Kris purrs. “Even after all this time.”

Kyungsoo grips Kris’ hips and pulls him down, wrapping his own fingers around Kris’ cock. Kris groans and pulls his hands away, bracing them against the ground. He’s panting too, face flushed.

“Are you ready?” he asks. He always asks.

Kyungsoo nods. “Yes, I am.”

Kris grabs Kyungsoo’s legs, behind his knees, and pushes them up to Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Hold them,” he commands. He barely gives Kyungsoo a moment to brace himself before he pushes in.

Kris is not gentle, and Kyungsoo loves him for it. Here in the forest, no one is around to witness Kyungsoo fall apart at Kris’ hands. He throws his head back, baring his throat for Kris, his mate, his true love, the only person he’ll ever love.

Kyungsoo closes his eyes and allows his other senses to take over. He can hear the rustling of the trees and leaves under his body, barely audible over his and Kris’ combined vocalizations. He slides his fingers through Kris’ hair and grips the soft strands, pulling him down for a kiss. The cloak under Kyungsoo’s back gets soaked with sweat, the velvet sticking to his skin. Kris grips Kyungsoo’s hips, keeping him close. The air around them feels too warm, even though the wind is cold. Kyungsoo clenches down on Kris’ cock, smirking when he groans, and Kris fucks into him harder. With one particularly hard thrust Kyungsoo feels his body slide forward, off the cloak a little, and Kris pulls him back, holding his hips up and angling into him deeper. Kyungsoo sobs, moans, begs, his voice echoing off the trees. Kris pants against his neck, moans into his mouth, muffles growls in Kyungsoo’s hair until he finally comes, spilling hot into Kyungsoo’s body. Kyungsoo grinds his hips down until Kris wraps his fingers around Kyungsoo’s cock and jerks him off. Kyungsoo comes hard, whimpering into Kris’ shoulder. It’s been months since they last had sex, and Kyungsoo’s memory is never as good as the real thing.

Even after Kris pulls out, they lay together on the ground for a long time. Kris pulls Kyungsoo against him, his chest pressed to Kyungsoo’s back, and he reaches around to play with Kyungsoo’s fingers. Kyungsoo never really considered himself small until he met Kris, but Kris has a way of making it seem alright. He never belittles Kyungsoo or calls him weak, and he only takes advantage of his height when Kyungsoo wants him to. Even now when he’s naked and vulnerable, Kyungsoo feels more safe in Kris’ arms, sheltered by Kris’ large form, than he ever has in his own house.

When Kyungsoo regains his breath he turns over in Kris’ arms and lays his head against his chest, right over his heart. “You need to wash my cloak,” he says crossly. “It’s covered in sweat and come.”

Kris chuckles. “Alright, my love. I’ll go do that now.”

Kyungsoo tightens his arms and tangles their legs together. “Later,” he hisses.

Kris relaxes, idly stroking Kyungsoo’s back. “Later,” he agrees, kissing the top of Kyungsoo’s head.

Kyungsoo falls asleep for a few minutes. He wakes up when he feels eyes on him, and he smiles, knowing who it is. The pack has arrived.

“It’s not polite to stare,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse. Almost immediately he hears, and feels, one of the wolves scamper up to him. Kyungsoo opens his eyes-it’s a young male, barely matured. The last time Kyungsoo saw this wolf, he was a baby. The wolf sticks his snout in Kyungsoo’s face and licks his cheek. Kyungsoo giggles and sits up, resting his hand on the wolf’s head to keep him at bay.

“Easy boy,” he says, his throat aching with each word. “I’m not up to standard yet.”

The wolf whimpers and scoots closer, nuzzling Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo leans into the beautiful creature, wrapping his arms around the wolf’s torso. His cloak is still bunched under his knees and he considers wrapping himself up in it, but it’s still filthy and he really just wants to kick it away. Still, it’s pretty cold without Kris.

The young wolf wriggles closer and an older one soon approaches too, sidling up to Kyungsoo on his other side and pressing just as close. Kyungsoo smiles as he realizes that they’re trying to keep him warm. He coos at them, scratching behind their ears. They really are big softies at heart.

After a few minutes Kris reappears, half dressed in only his pants, a freshly gutted rabbit in his hands and his bow slung over his shoulder.

“Where were you hiding that?” Kyungsoo asks. His voice is still hoarse.

Kris pauses and reaches behind a tree, pulling out the basket that Kyungsoo left on the grave. “You are shockingly unobservant,” Kris says. He pulls out the jar of water and hands it to Kyungsoo. Then he takes his knife out from the basket, he must have slipped it in there when he’d grabbed it, and starts to skin the rabbit.

Kyungsoo drinks the water slowly, letting it soothe his throat. The wolves on either side of him scamper away, and Kris looks up from the rabbit to wave off the pack. The wolves turn and disappear into the woods.

“You didn’t have to send them off,” Kyungsoo says, watching Kris work. He’s very fast and very efficient.

“They wanted to hunt,” Kris says. “And I want to fuck you again before you have to go. I know you don’t like them watching us.”

The casual way he says things like that never fails to get Kyungsoo riled up. He really appreciates that Kris doesn’t try to sugar coat his words or sweet talk him. He can be very loving and sweet when he wants to be, but not when it comes to sex.

In a few more seconds Kris has the rabbit skinned. He slices off a piece of the meat, places it in his palm and holds it out to Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo leans forward and eats it out of Kris’ hand, purposely letting his lips and tongue drag against Kris’ skin. The piece is small enough that he can swallow it whole. Rabbit isn’t his favorite-he much prefers deer.

“I should have fed you first,” Kris says quietly, holding out another piece, this time with his fingers. Kyungsoo licks his fingers, gathering the blood, before taking the meat. Kris frowns at him. “Two bites and already you look so much healthier.”

Kyungsoo finishes chewing and swallows. “I’m fine,” he insists. “If you’d tried to feed me first, I would have screamed at you. I didn’t want food.”

Kris ignores him and holds out another piece of rabbit. “I’ll get you a deer next time,” he promises. “And you’d better try to get here early, because I’m going to make you eat the whole thing.”

Kyungsoo snorts. “I would explode.”

Kris shakes his head. “Kyungsoo, you’re starving. I can smell the hunger on you-you’re ignoring it because you don’t like rabbit that much, but if this was a deer, you’d be tearing it right off the bones.”

That does actually sound good. Kyungsoo stomach growls and he scowls. “I can take care of myself,” he says defensively. “I was much better this winter.”

Kris looks up, his eyes sad. “Liar,” he says. Not like he’s accusing, just like he’s stating a fact.

Kyungsoo looks away, hurt. “It wasn’t that bad,” he insists.

Kyungsoo met Kris when he was fifteen years old, and he was near death at the time. His grandmother had just passed away, and Kyungsoo felt so lost without her. She was the one who explained to Kyungsoo why the wolf had saved him from the boys who attacked him, and she was the one who had kept Kyungsoo alive up until then, sneaking him raw meat whenever he came to see her. She told him about Wolfsingers, humans who were born to live among wolf packs and keep them safe. Wolves used to be worshipped as gods-now they were just feared. As time had gone on, humans had forgotten about the power of the wolves, and that they were to be honored as well as feared. Still the Wolfsingers continued to care for them. Kyungsoo, though, was not a true Wolfsinger, but his grandmother had died before she could explain to Kyungsoo what he was.

The first winter after she died, a cold settled into Kyungsoo’s lungs and made him weak to the point where he knew he couldn’t fight it off. Knowing that he was about to die, Kyungsoo had snuck out of his house in the dead of night, wearing only his night clothes and his red cloak, a gift from his grandmother, and gone to her grave. He made it to her grave at dawn and collapsed in the snow, crying. It was there that a wolf found him, a wolf from Kris’ pack. Kyungsoo wasn’t afraid of it though. He held out his hand a whispered a faint plea for help. The wolf threw its head back and howled-later Kyungsoo would learn that it had called for Kris. Kyungsoo was unconscious by the time Kris found him and carried him deeper into the woods, to the cave that he and his pack had sheltered in. Kris nursed Kyungsoo back to heath over a period of three days, feeding him raw meat and watered down blood. On the second day Kyungsoo began coughing uncontrollably until he expelled a sticky, black substance from his lungs.

“It’s poison,” Kris explained. “The food that you’ve been eating poisoned you, and it settled in your lungs. You can’t eat dairy or wheat. It’ll kill you. You have to leave the humans and join the wolves. That’s where you belong.”

“But I’m not a Wolfsinger,” Kyungsoo protested. “I have no pack to go to.”

Kris shook his head. “You’re wrong,” he’d said. “You’re destined to be the mate of a Wolfsinger.”

Kyungsoo had been stunned. “Who?” He’d asked, though he had a sneaking suspicion.

Kris had grinned. “Well, seeing as I’m the only one in a thirty kilometer radius, and considering the fact that my wolves have been looking out for you since you were five years old, that would be me.”

Kris touches Kyungsoo’s cheek gently, directing his eyes back up. “Why do you stay?” He asks. He always asks.
Kyungsoo swallows around a lump in his throat. “I love them. I can’t leave them again.”

Kris led Kyungsoo through the forest, back to his grandmother’s gave. “Come see me again,” he said, drawing Kyungsoo’s hood up over his head. “I’ll answer your questions, and teach you about our kind. And I’ll make sure you eat properly.”

Kyungsoo went back to his home stronger then he’d ever felt. He’d been missing for three days, and his parents looked at him like he was ghost when he came through the back door.

“My baby,” his mother had gasped, standing up. Half the village had been crowded into Kyungsoo’s house. They’d been mourning him, thinking he’d died in the woods. His mother had approached slowly, and touched his cheek to make sure he was real. When Kyungsoo smiled at her and took her hand, she threw her arms around Kyungsoo’s shoulders and wept. “My baby is alive, my baby is back!” She said it over and over, like she couldn’t believe it. My baby, my baby.

Kris looks down, shoving his fingers into the rabbit carcass. “I love you,” he says gruffly. “We love you, me and the wolves. We’re your family too.” He pulls out the rabbit’s heart and holds it out. Kyungsoo hesitates. “Go on,” Kris insists, his tone harsh. “Maybe it’ll keep you alive for another week.”

Kyungsoo licks the heart from Kris’ palm, swallows it whole and leans forward to press a kiss to Kris’ lips. Kris kisses back gently, though Kyungsoo can sense his anger. He straddles Kris’ lap, pressing close. This is the fourth winter he and Kris have seen together, and the fourth time they’ve had the same argument. Kyungsoo is sick of it, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

“I love you,” Kyungsoo breathes against Kris’ lips. “I love you and I want you.”

Kris groans and pulls Kyungsoo closer, his arms wrapping tight around Kyungsoo’s torso. He shoves Kyungsoo down onto the bare earth, dirt and leaves clinging to Kyungsoo’s skin. Kyungsoo grinds his hips up, ready to start again.

Kris pulls back. “I better go wash your cloak.”

Kyungsoo snarls and pinches the skin of Kris’ shoulder between his nails. Kris chuckles and brushes him off easily, sweeping the cloak up from the floor.

Kyungsoo follows Kris to the river, not bothering with his clothes and shoes. Who’s going to see him naked? Kris and the wolves, and they’ve seen it all before. He’s not shy, and now that he’s eaten properly the cold doesn’t bother him.

Kyungsoo watches Kris wash the cloak and doesn’t bother to help. He does enough laundry at home, and besides the cloak is strong enough to withstand Kris’ sometimes rough treatment. His grandmother had made it with Kyungsoo’s future in mind, knowing that as a Wolfsinger, he’d spend a lot of time in the woods. The cloak would not stain, tear, or wrinkle, it could be washed in warm and cold water, and it would dry quickly. Kris washes it thoroughly and lays it out on a rock to dry. Then he turns back to Kyungsoo, a smile on his face.

“Alright, where were we?”

Kyungsoo gets down on the ground and lays back, his legs spread slightly. “You were telling me about how you wanted to fuck me again before I leave.”

Kris is on him in an instant, fingers pressing into Kyungsoo’s hips once more. “Of course,” he says. “How could I forget?”

Kris takes his time now, because he can afford to. They have some more time left before the sun sets. Kris kisses down Kyungsoo’s neck and ribs, pausing to listen to his heart and lungs.

“I’m fine,” Kyungsoo wheezes, his hips shifting up against Kris’ stomach. “Get on with it.”

Kris smirks at him. “Alright, alright. Calm down.”

Kyungsoo bares his teeth. “You’re infuriating.”

Kris chuckles and nuzzles Kyungsoo’s belly, mouthing at the soft flesh of his abdomen and the sharp ridges of his hips. Kyungsoo moans and arches up, his heart racing and his stomach fluttering with nerves. Kris is always more mouthy the second time around, and he’s deliberate about it, because he knows it drives Kyungsoo crazy. The same way that Kyungsoo enjoys tormenting Kris, Kris enjoys tormenting Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo arches up, pressing into Kris’ mouth. “Kris, please,” he pants. “Bite me. I know you want to.”

Kris looks up, barely pulling away. “Wolves bite their mates neck,” he growls.

Kyungsoo cups Kris’ cheek. “I know,” he says softly. “But I like it when you bite my stomach, and my thighs. I feel it more there, when my clothes brush against it.” Kris lowers his head, hiding his face in Kyungsoo’s stomach and hisses softly.

“You make me crazy,” he whispers, and then he bites.

Kyungsoo shrieks, caught off guard, and buries his fingers in Kris’ hair. Kris bites down harder, breaking the skin. Blood bubbles up and drips down Kyungsoo’s hips and thighs. It hurts, but it feels so good.

Kris pulls back slightly and Kyungsoo sits up on his elbows, meeting Kris’ dark eyes. Kris deliberately holds Kyungsoo’s gaze as he licks over the wound, closing it. His lips and chin are stained red, and he looks at Kyungsoo like he wants to devour him.

“Again,” Kyungsoo breathes.

“Where?” Kris asks.

Kyungsoo considers briefly. “My thighs. Both of them.”

Kris slides down Kyungsoo’s body, still looking up at him. “Don’t lay down,” Kris orders. “And don’t close your eyes.”

Kyungsoo nods and almost immediately disobeys. Kris abruptly takes Kyungsoo’s cock in his mouth and swallows him down, and Kyungsoo very nearly falls flat on his back again. But he manages to stay upright, and he keeps his eyes open-though they nearly close when Kris continues to swallow.

Kris pulls off just as abruptly. “I said keep your eyes open,” he says harshly.

“I did,” Kyungsoo whimpers. “I did!”

Kris reaches up and presses his fingers into the bite on Kyungsoo’s stomach. Kyungsoo’s whole body jerks and he grabs Kris hand, holding it there.

“Oh god, oh god,” Kyungsoo gasps, “Kris please, please bite me…”

Kris smirks. “Do you promise to behave?”

Kyungsoo nods frantically.

“Good,” Kris says. “Eyes open, Little Red.”

Kyungsoo manages to obey this time. It’s really amazing, watching Kris’ teeth sink into his skin, watching as his blood stains white teeth and white flesh, turns them crimson. Kyungsoo feels the bites in his whole body, marking him as belonging to Kris. If they were truly a pair of mated Wolfsingers, Kyungsoo would wear Kris’ mark proudly on his neck, but Kyungsoo has to go home, and he can’t have a bite anywhere visible. Maybe that’s why he insists that Kris bite him so often, in so many places.

The wounds close almost immediately, but they don’t heal. They will stay for a few weeks, so clean and defined that Kyungsoo will be able to differentiate between each of Kris’ teeth. The skin around them will bruise yellow and blue. The next time Kyungsoo bares his skin for Kris, Kris will trace the new colors with his lips and tongue, and say that they’re beautiful.

When Kris has finished marking Kyungsoo’s thighs, he wears three bites on each one. The one on his stomach makes seven. This is the third winter that Kyungsoo has allowed Kris to bite him, and this is the most bites he’s ever left. When he starts licking the bloodstains on Kyungsoo’s legs, Kyungsoo allows himself to fall back. His neck and back are cramping, and his stomach and thighs burn from the bites. The pain only makes him want Kris more, and the sun is getting low in the sky.

Kyungsoo shoots up and knocks Kris onto his back. He doesn’t give Kris any time to say or do anything-Kyungsoo wraps one hand around Kris’ cock, holds him down with the other, and straddles his hips. He sinks down on Kris’ cock in one smooth motion, still loose from the first round. Kris jolts and grabs Kyungsoo’s waist, holding him tightly.

“Impatient,” he teases.

Kyungsoo digs the nails of both hands into Kris’s chest. “Time waster,” He hisses. He lifts himself up and sinks down quickly, raking his nails down Kris’ chest as he does so.

Kris bites to mark Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo does not have Kris’ sharp teeth, so his bites are never as deep. Kyungsoo has taken to leaving his nails longer than the average man does, and uses them to mark Kris as his own.

Kyungsoo sometimes surprises himself with his strength and stamina, and he’s able to hold his own against his bigger, more muscular soul mate. When Kris throws him around, it’s because Kyungsoo allows it. When Kyungsoo wants Kris to lie on his back and hold still while Kyungsoo rides him, well, Kris stays down. This time though, Kyungsoo doesn’t feel like doing all the work. When he feels his orgasm building up, he stops and takes his hands off Kris’ chest, admiring the crisscrossing scratches that mar his skin.

“Flip me over,” Kyungsoo demands.

Kris does, almost flinging Kyungsoo onto his back. Kyungsoo lands hard and laughs breathlessly, reaching for Kris and pulling him down. Kris fucks into him so hard that the only thing keeping him from sliding against the dirt are Kris’ hands, pinning his shoulders into the ground. This time, Kyungsoo comes first.

After the second round, Kyungsoo is exhausted. The sun is getting low in the sky, and the shadows are getting longer. It’s time for him to go.

Kris carries Kyungsoo into the river and washes him. The water is freezing, but Kyungsoo has had enough raw meat where he won’t get sick from this. Kris makes sure that Kyungsoo’s bites are clean and scrubs the dirt from his back. He combs wet fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, removing as much dirt as he can without getting it too wet. It has to dry before he gets home, after all. When Kyungsoo is clean Kris carries him out again and picks up the cloak. It’s dry, and he wraps it around Kyungsoo’s bare shoulders.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, kissing Kyungsoo’s forehead.

Kyungsoo sighs. “I can’t go home like this.”

Kris takes a step back and frowns. “Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Only I can see you like this.”

Kyungsoo smirks. “I think you like this cloak more than I do.”

Kris hums. “Little red riding hood,” he says softly. “Coming to play with the big bad wolf.”
“But you’re not bad,” Kyungsoo says. “Or a wolf.”

Kris shrugs. “Close enough to a wolf.” He takes Kyungsoo’s hand and they walk back to where they discarded their clothes.

Kris helps Kyungsoo get dressed, distracting him with sweet kisses on his lips, neck, and shoulders. When Kyungsoo is dressed he wraps his arms around Kris’ shoulders and kisses him, slipping his tongue into Kris’ mouth. He can still taste a faint bit of blood that clings to Kris’ teeth. Kris holds Kyungsoo tightly enough to lift him off his feet as they kiss. When they pull away to breathe, Kris lowers him again.

“Kyungsoo-yah,” Kris breathes.

Kyungsoo swallows hard, his heart wrenching at Kris’ soft tone. “Yes?”

Kris looks at him, his eyes full of love and concern. “Take care of yourself for me, okay? Don’t…don’t get sick again. Eat well.”

Kyungsoo nods. “I will. I’ll come see you again in a few days.”

Kris shakes his head. “It will be too long of a wait, and we won’t have enough time.”

Kyungsoo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Goodbyes are always harder right after winter ends.

Kris places soft kisses on Kyungsoo’s eyelids and peppers them down his cheeks and across his nose. “Kyungsoo…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t go.”

Kyungsoo wants to stay. He wants to shove Kris down on the ground and make love to him, lie in his arms and fall asleep under the stars, wake up surrounded by their wolves, hunt together, kiss each other whenever they feel like it.

He wants it. He wants it so badly it’s like an ache in his chest.

His mother couldn’t stop crying. “My baby,” she sobbed, “My baby is here, my baby is alive, oh Kyungsoo, my love, my sweet little boy, my baby!”

The doctor couldn’t believe he was still alive. Nobody could.

His father scooped him up and spun him around, his red cloak fluttered around his ankles. Kyungsoo laughed, holding tight to his father’s shoulders. His father shook his head in disbelief. “You’re alive, you’re alright! How is it possible?”

His mother grabbed him again, hugged him so tightly he couldn’t breathe. “What happened to you?”

Kyungsoo told as much of the truth as he could. “I…I was so scared. I didn’t want to die,” he confessed, his voice a thin whisper as tears threatened to choke him. “I thought I was dying, and I was terrified. I went to grandma’s grave, I asked her to help me, or if she couldn’t save me then to meet me in heaven, and I tried to go home but I got lost. A…a deer found me, and laid on top of me to keep me warm. I fell asleep and when I woke up…I felt better, and I came home.”

“A miracle,” the doctor said, shaking his head. “No other word for it.”

His mother smiled, her cheeks wet with tears. She couldn’t stop crying. She cradled Kyungsoo to her chest and tipped her head back, looking up towards the sky, towards heaven.

“Thank you, god,” she breathed, “And thank you, mother, for saving Kyungsoo,” her voice broke, and she lowered her head again, kissing Kyungsoo’s forehead. “Thank god you’re alright,” she whispered. “Oh, thank god. My baby, my baby…”

There are tears on Kyungsoo’s face, but he can’t remember when he started crying. “I have to go back to her,” he whispers. “I can’t leave…my mother, not again.”

Kris looks pained. “You’ll have to leave her eventually. All children do.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head. “You don’t know how much she loves me,” he whispers. “You don’t know how much pain I’ve caused her over the years, with my numerous near-deaths. When I came home, after I met you…she cried all night, and she wouldn’t let go of me. She slept with me in my bed for weeks, just to make sure I wouldn’t disappear again.” He touches Kris’ cheek. “I want to be with you, I really do. But I can’t leave without saying goodbye, and letting her know that I’ll be alright.”

Kris sighs deeply, but nods. “I know you love her,” he says. “I respect your decision.”

Kyungsoo smiles and kisses Kris again. “Thank you.”

They both know that Kris doesn’t have to respect Kyungsoo’s decision. The truth is, he doesn’t get a say in this matter. It’s Kyungsoo choice, when to leave home, and Kris doesn’t get to agree or not. But his respect means the world to Kyungsoo.

Kris frowns at Kyungsoo. “Stupid decision though it may be,” he adds darkly.

Kyungsoo takes Kris’ hand and laces their fingers together. “Walk me back?” He asks, ignoring Kris’ last comment.

Kris nods. “Of course.”

Kris goes as far as the grave, and then he and Kyungsoo kiss one last time before Kyungsoo grabs his basket, now empty, and hurries back to his house.

He makes it home just before the sun sets. His family is just sitting down to dinner.

“Honey, there you are,” His mother cries, standing up. “Come, come sit. I made chicken.”

Cooked chicken. But it’s still meat, so Kyungsoo takes off his cloak and shoes and sits at the table. His parents make small talk, his brother throws in a comment every now and then, and Kyungsoo sits quietly, falling back into his role of the quiet child.

He helps his mother wash up after dinner. She eyes him carefully, critically. Kyungsoo is on edge, but is determined not to show it.

“Kyungsoo,” mother says, “Have you been crying?”

He’s so relieved that it’s her only concern, because it’s easy to fake a response. “It’s been over three years since she died,” he says quietly. “But I miss her so much.”

It’s not a lie, exactly-he does miss his grandmother terribly, but he misses Kris more. When the tears come to his eyes again, it’s because he’s thinking of Kris, alone in the woods.

His mother wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his cheek. “Oh, baby,” she sighs. “I miss her too.”

Kyungsoo allows himself to be hugged for a few minutes, but eventually he pulls away. “I’m tired,” he says. “I think I’m going to go to bed.”

He bids his family goodnight and heads upstairs. He is tired, but he’s also still wound up from the events of the day. Still, he manages to fall asleep for a few hours.

When Kyungsoo wakes up again, it’s the dead of night. He listens for a few moments, to see if anyone is awake. When he hears nothing but the crickets outside, he shoves his sheet aside and gets up. He opens the curtains just enough to let in the moonlight, and then he undresses. Here, in the privacy of his room, Kyungsoo takes stock of his new marks.

A thrill goes through him when he sees how marked up his body is. There are finger-shaped bruises on his arms, ribs, and hips. The bite marks stand out starkly against his pale skin, and he can clearly make out all seven of them individually.

His heart races as he carefully traces over the bites. They throb even under his gentle touch, and he can feel the torn muscle under his skin. As he fingers the bites and bruises, he starts to get hard. For a few minutes though Kyungsoo refuses to touch himself. He smiles as he takes in the sight of his ruined skin. When Kris sees the bruises and bites, he’ll kiss them and whisper that Kyungsoo is beautiful, so achingly beautiful. And here, in the moonlight, clothed only in his flawed and purpled skin, Kyungsoo feels more beautiful than he ever did in his flawlessly pale skin.

When he can’t take it anymore, Kyungsoo scoops a discarded shirt off the floor and goes back to his bed. He balls the shirt up and holds it against his cock, and lays down flat on his bed. He places two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them briefly, then he pulls his pillow close, shoves the edge into his mouth, and bites down hard. He pushes his slick fingers inside himself, going slowly. His fingers aren’t nearly as long as Kris’ are, but that’s not what’s going to make Kyungsoo come. Once Kyungsoo has a good rhythm with his fingers, he wriggles his free hand between his body and the mattress, and presses his fingers hard into the bite on his belly.
Pain and pleasure race through his body and Kyungsoo grinds down against the mattress, moving his fingers faster. He digs his fingers into all the bites, aggravating them, remembering how amazing it felt when Kris’ teeth broke his skin. Kyungsoo whimpers, but the pillow muffles the sound. When he comes, the shirt keeps him from staining his sheets. He slides his fingers out of himself, wincing slightly, and throws the shirt under his bed. He’ll wash it in the morning-this is why he does the laundry.

The next morning, Kyungsoo wakes up before the rooster crows. He goes downstairs, starts the fire, goes out to get the eggs. He boils water, makes breakfast, eats with his family, cleans up, says goodbye to his father and brother, and then he goes down to the river to wash the clothes.

Instead of starting right away, Kyungsoo stares across the river. He imagines Kris waking up, brushing his fingers over the scratches that Kyungsoo gave him yesterday. He imagines Kris hunting, playing with the wolves-their wolves. He imagine pups climbing over Kris’ lap, whining for his attention and licking his face. He imagines Kris curled up with the older wolves, falling asleep after a meal. He imagines himself there too, cradled in Kris’ embrace.

‘One day,’ he thinks to himself before turning back to the laundry.

One day soon.

I may or may not write more for this. I'm not sure yet. Don't badger me for a sequel, I'm busy.