FIC FOR YUKIMAHOU
For: yukimahou
From: jarithka
Title: Give me and I give you
Pairings/Characters: Ueda/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolf sex, minor blood play, bites/bruises, dirty talk, D/s, alpha/beta mechanism, knotting
Notes: 6512 words. | If the alpha/beta werewolf mechanism is too confusing, you can read about it shortly here, under the types of werewolves part. | Writing this story was exciting and a great experience, so dear yukimahou, I hope you’ll like it :D I tried to create a dark but beautiful world with kameda for you. | Thank you so much for beta-ing and helping me, A-chan and R-chan!
Summary: Werewolves don’t get along with vampires too well, and when Kamenashi Kazuya’s pack gets attacked by the blood-thirsty creatures, he determines that he needs help from a big, powerful alpha. At the end of his desperate quest, he finds himself in the arms of another alpha, and it seems that they can help each other.
As he falls on the cold, hard ground, the skin on his palms disappear with a sharp pain, leaving bleeding bruises due to the edged little rocks. His lungs burn from the effort to get the biggest amount of oxygen that is physically possible to fit inside them.
His arms tremble as he tries to push himself up.
He just can’t run anymore. Hours have passed; he is not able to do this anymore, and there isn't even a single drop of energy left in him.
The earsplitting howls come closer and closer. They surround him, closing the circle and leaving no escape for him. Sitting up slowly, the man looks around, attempting to find out where they will show up from, but the rushing blood in his ears confuses him too much.
Then the air fills with the sound of a snarl behind him. He spins around, hissing when he has to support his body on his slowly healing, injured palms, just to get in front of a pair of glowing, golden yellow eyes. That scratching feeling begins in the back of his skull, but, tightening his jaw, he succeeds in holding himself back. There are too many of them, he can’t beat them all up.
In a few seconds, the number of eyes increases so fast that he counts more than a dozen.
The fear ripples through him in slow, heavy waves.
“Damn it,” he murmurs under his nose, exactly when on the opposite side of the glade under the darkest sky - because tonight even the stars have turned away from him - the leader finally arrives.
The last thing he sees before somebody grabs him from behind and teeth sink into his neck, making him scream, is crimson red eyes.
~*~
He has never been here before, but as soon as he can open his eyes and take a look around, he’s almost one hundred percent sure he knows where he is. In these lands there are not too many castles, especially not ones built from large and old, very old stones that have seen wars, blood, misery and sorrow through the centuries.
This is the last place where Kamenashi wanted to end up.
He sits on an old, rattling wooden chair and his wrists are tied tightly to the back rest. Chains run over his chest, his thighs, even around his ankles. Chains, forged of silver. Kamenashi wants to scream because despite the coldness of the links, they burn him through his raunchy, dirty clothes. But it would probably not help his situation. He has to get his shit together. He needs to get out of here, before…
Before he has to meet with the master of the castle.
Hearing the door opening he closes his eyes, slowly giving up his last hope. Those red eyes danced in front of him like he had seen in the woods; they are demonic and dangerous. Kamenashi feels cold drops of sweat forming on his forehead when soft but audible steps approach him in the cell, which gets a little light only from the moon through the one, latticed window in the room.
“Welcome to my castle, errant.”
Kamenashi’s lips unwillingly part, hearing the surprisingly soft and nice voice. He had expected some roaring, some shouting, but he definitely didn’t expect this. The voice almost caresses him. It rubs itself against the inside of his skull, making him feel almost… warm. Despite the fact that the cell they put him in is anything but warm or nice. That voice mesmerizes him, and he feels a tug at his heart-strings.
The noise of his footsteps dies in the next moment, and Kamenashi doesn’t have to open his eyes to know the master of the castle is standing right in front of him. His smell is in his nose, and the man can hear the slow, calm beats of the other’s heart.
He just doesn’t dare to look at him.
“My wolves are not used to capturing anybody. They usually just kill those reckless ones who step on my land without my permission,” the other murmurs. Kamenashi starts shaking, and he hates himself for it, but the weight of the power the wolf casts around himself is too much. He’s an alpha, and Kamenashi has to deal with by himself. He never had to do this all alone because he had had a pack. Now he doesn’t. “They didn’t kill you because I told them not to. You should take this opportunity to explain to me what you were doing out there.”
It doesn’t sound like an opportunity, no. It seems more like it's the only way to get a little more time before he dies. Kamenashi swallows.
Suddenly there are hands on his arms, and he almost yelps in surprise and fear.
The soft words come from one or two centimeters from his face. “Open your eyes and look at me, errant.”
When Kamenashi tightens his closed eyes more, nails dig into his flesh and there is blood on his skin in a second. He hisses, but still refuses to obey. If he opens his eyes and looks into those red irises again, he’ll get lost. It’ll be the end of his quest.
Yet, he is face to face with an alpha, and when an alpha orders you to do something, there is no way you can go against them. The roar is loud and powerful when it bursts out of the alpha’s mouth, and it enters Kamenashi’s mind, body and bones. Suddenly everything chokes him. He can’t breathe, because the alpha is so mad at him.
“OPEN YOUR EYES!”
Without another useless thought his eyes pop open - it happens instinctively. A long, deplorable whining gushes out from his chest at seeing the red eyes again - and the alpha just smiles. His smile mesmerizes Kamenashi.
He’s heard the stories and fairytales about the uncrowned king of these lands. Ueda Tatsuya is the alpha who everybody had already heard of but still nobody knows too much about him. Not even how he looks, not even how he became in charge of these woods, not even what he wants in general. Kamenashi knows that Ueda showed up among the other alphas kind of out of blue, and in a short time the alphas learned that they have to respect him and look at him as an equal. Ueda doesn’t attack others’ territories, doesn’t offend the borders, but protects his own lands without mercy. This is all Kamenashi knows. Besides the fact that Ueda stands in front of him, that is.
But the rumours somehow don’t match the face he sees in front of him.
That face is unearthly beautiful. Pale and smooth, only two ugly, long scars ruin the image a little on the left and the right side. They must be old wounds because they had healed as much as they could, but considering they didn’t disappear, Kamenashi thinks that they are not ordinary wounds.
Other than that, Ueda has black as coal hair and wolfish ears.
“Good boy.” The man straightens up. “You have such nice eyes, don’t hide them.” As he smiles, his fangs show. It doesn’t help Kamenashi calm down, but after getting a straight order from the alpha, he feels kind of dizzy and insensitive. The panic is gone - all he feels is a little anxiety and fear.
Minutes pass and Ueda doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Kamenashi with slight amusement and curiosity. He doesn’t look angry, which makes Kamenashi more nervous. Cold calculating is much worse than anger.
“You should start talking, you know,” Ueda breaks the silence chattily. “If you play with my patience, I’ll just send Koki to you with the innocent command to make you talk. He doesn’t like hurting strangers, but he can be very creative, and his loyalty towards me is stronger than his hate of torture.”
The word torture puts another whimper into Kamenashi’s throat, but he doesn’t let it be audible. Still, he has to say something, or somebody will make him do it. His wounds would heal, but what is the point if the pain doesn’t stop unless he opens his mouth?
He stares at the dirty floor bathed in moonlight as he clears his dry, aching throat. “My name is Kamenashi Kazuya… I came from the north.”
“Look at you.” Ueda almost purrs in satisfaction. It’s the most paradoxical thing Kamenashi has ever heard. “Not just the pretty face and eyes, he has nice voice, too.” For some reason this makes Kamenashi turn his face away in shame. “And what is this beautiful werewolf from the north doing in my lands, so far away from his home?”
While the alpha asks his question, he walks closer again. He is so close that when he passes next to Kamenashi, the black haired tail caresses over his thigh, and Kamenashi gasps in surprise. It’s a tiny, fragile noise between the stone walls. Ueda chuckles again.
“I… I’m looking for somebody,” he answers carefully but at the same time very tiredly. He should have known that this quest is hopeless and he’ll never reach his goal. He should have admitted it when he left his home, when everybody tried to persuade him.
But Kamenashi isn’t somebody who gives up easily.
Ueda takes another circle around him, like a shark around his prey, then stops exactly in front of Kamenashi, leaning into his personal space.
“Share a dinner with me and you can tell me everything, Kazuya.”
~*~
In spite of the fact that Kamenashi is also a werewolf like everybody else around him, he feels like a frightened deer in the crossfire carheadlights when he sinks down into the chair opposite to the side where Ueda’s throne is.
The table is long and heavy from a lot of different plates that are full of meats (most of them are sliced, but a whole chicken has been put there), rice and some fruits like apples, pears and strawberries. There are wine glasses, and gold and silver cups. It’s a real feast, and Kamenashi’s stomach absolutely forgets about the situation he is in at the moment.
As soon as Ueda gives a little sign with his hand and everybody starts eating, Kamenashi doesn’t hesitate either. He doesn’t believe the food would be poisoned. Ueda doesn’t feel like the poisoning type. He rather seems to be the I-smile-while-I-rip-your-throat-out-with-my-teeth psychotic type.
He shuts his direct surroundings out for a few minutes - nothing else exists for him but the crispy chicken in his mouth, the taste of good wine on his tongue and the feeling of finally getting full of food - until the wound on his neck starts itching.
Suddenly, it feels like teeth tear into his flesh there again, and Kamenashi snatches his head up so that his eyes meet with Ueda’s - at the moment - deep brown eyes. The alpha rests his eyes on him, and it seems he didn’t eat at all. It makes Kamenashi uncomfortable, and the wolf inside him takes uneasy rounds, so he lowers that leg of chicken he’s holding.
The wolf gets edgier as Ueda lets his lips curl into a smile.
“You look nervous.”
“I’m not sure why I am still alive,” he answers with forced respect carefully. Kamenashi risks a fast look around the table as well: every werewolf is watching him now. He can’t see homicidal instinct in their eyes but he can feel the invisible bond they share with their alpha. It’s in the air. He can smell it, he can sense it, but he can’t see or touch it.
This deep link is what Kamenashi lost a long time ago.
“I found you interesting,” Ueda replies, and suddenly he leans forward, supporting himself on his elbows on the table. There are sharp silver jewels on his fingers, exactly like beautiful but very dangerous nails. “You were all alone in the woods. Nobody comes here alone. So I suppose you have nobody to bring with. You are an omega.”
Whispers and low growls run along the table, and Kamenashi feels inexplicable fury all of a sudden, mixed with other confusing emotions. He’s well aware that everybody else can sense his emotions as well, because this time he’s not able to hide them, but he doesn’t give a fuck anymore.
“He doesn’t like the title,” a werewolf speaks up, grinning. He has unnaturally blonde hair and almost completely white haired wolfish ears. Kamenashi knows what has bothered him since he sat down to have dinner: everybody is in their half-wolf forms. Usually werewolves look exactly like humans, or they spend their time in their wolf forms. The more they use the last one, the harder it is to change back into the human one, and sometimes it isn’t possible anymore; then this half-wolf, half-human version is born.
However, Kamenashi has heard that some werewolves don’t like looking exactly like ordinary people, therefore they use this form to show everybody that they are different. They are something else. He just doesn’t understand the point of it.
“Nobody likes being an omega, Koki,” Ueda tells the wolf who speaks in shushing voice. Oh. So he is Koki, the person answerable to for torturing. “It means you have no pack.”
“I have a pack,” Kamenashi answers too fast, too belligerently.
Ueda raises one of his eyebrows. “Where, errant? I don’t even smell their scent on you.”
Yes, he forgot that he’s face to face with an alpha.
He presses his lips together, then he lets his eyes fall to stare at his almost empty plate. There are nine werewolves in the room aside from him, and one of them is an alpha. Kamenashi can’t win in a fair fight, but staying inside this gothic castle isn’t an option either, so he has to swallow his screaming pride and sneak out of the place.
“Finish eating,” Ueda speaks up, and this time it’s an order. Although Kamenashi is not sure who it is directed to: to him, to the others or to all of them. “Koyama, Maru, give our guest a thorough bath because he stinks.” The two mentioned werewolves nod. One of them sends a little smile to Kamenashi who raises one of his eyebrows after seeing this. “Shige, Tegoshi, get him some new clothes. Everybody else come to my room, now.”
He doesn’t have to tell them twice. The “guest” (he feels rather like a prisoner) blinks only two times and the large room is almost emptied.
The wolf inside Kamenashi snarls when a hand is placed on his shoulder, but he forces himself not to attack immediately. Ueda’s betas, named Koyama and Maru, lead him out of the room as well. Kamenashi thinks of that chicken leg he had left on his plate, and the feeling of regret crawls its way up his throat.
~*~
Bitterness leaves a bad taste in Kamenashi’s mouth when he raises one of his hands to knock on the mahogany, wrought iron door which separates Ueda’s room from the rest of the castle. The loud grating makes him shiver.
The bath was quite good. Kamenashi doesn’t remember the time when he had had the last one. After rubbing fragrant, herbal cream into the skin of his back, Koyama decided on cutting his hair because it almost reached under the middle of his back. “The master loves long-haired men but you’ll look better with a shorter style.”
Kamenashi didn’t argue. He was a prisoner after all. Besides, he was busy with planning his escape.
It didn’t seem to be complicated, especially after the two werewolves left him alone to check whether their fellows had found the clothes for him. It was the perfect chance to leave this whole nightmare behind his back and continue his way to the south-east.
Nobody stopped him. He’d have been a fool if he’d thought it was an accident, but he suppressed his rational side and he didn’t care about the bad feeling.
Every single time Kamenashi got to a window, a door, or any holes which lead outside, suddenly a werewolf showed up there with a knowing look in their eyes. They fucking knew what he wanted to do, and nobody stopped him, right, but Kamenashi wasn’t stupid. He’d not have been able to take even two steps before they’d have captured him again.
Now, Kamenashi is waiting for Ueda’s permission to step inside the cave of the lion, wearing the blue and black coloured hakama made of the softest silk material he’s ever touched and that he had gotten from that creepy, short blonde and the awkwardly serious guy. He isn’t sure about escaping anymore. He can’t help his pack if he’s dead. But he doesn’t know the intentions of the alpha, and he’ll not know them unless he goes into his room.
Ueda opens the door by himself in the next second. There is that tender smile in the corner of his mouth. The tip of one of his fangs shines in the light of the torches.
“Come inside.”
What am I doing here? Why hasn't he killed me yet?
Jonah could have felt like this being captured inside the whale’s stomach, and this thought bothers Kamenashi more than anything else. He’s not religious, he definitely doesn’t read the Bible, and he only believes in himself, but the picture of Jonah’s story doesn’t want to leave him alone.
Kamenashi tries to concentrate on the room instead. There is a bed way too large for one person on the opposite side of the room, two big wardrobes on the left side, a beautiful mirror and a spell-binder piano in the colour of the blue of midnight. Every window is covered by blood red curtains that are moving slowly and lazily. Kamenashi can feel the cool breeze on his cheek.
The alpha steps behind him without any sound, so the werewolf almost jumps in surprise when the soothing voice goes right into his ear.
“You felt it, right?”
“What?” Kamenashi growls. The wolf inside him growls as well.
“In the cells. You felt it, too. Your wolf wants to belong somewhere,” Ueda whispers, smiling. Kamenashi can hear it; he’s smiling. “I can give that to you.”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and it only takes a blink to spin towards the other completely. He can’t believe what he has just heard.
“Do you want me to join your pack?”
“I find you interesting, as I said before.” The answer comes without hesitation. “I have many wolves in these lands, but the leaders live here. You met them.” Kamenashi remembers almost every face around the table during dinner. So they are the strongest in Ueda’s pack. “One of them got killed last week.” It was a fact but the coldness Ueda pronounced these words with makes Kamenashi shiver. “I need to fill this hole so as not to seem weak in my enemies’ eyes. I could bite a human to force him to join but I don’t support forcing. I prefer my wolves to make decisions all alone.”
For a moment, Kamenashi almost laughs into Ueda’s face, but the alpha looks absolutely serious. Decision? This sounds just ridiculous considering that being a werewolf is almost never a decision or a choice. It happens. It’s a curse, and you have to live with it after you get it. Power doesn’t come without sacrifices.
The bite is not a gift.
Ueda walks past him to sit down on his own bed. When he looks up at Kamenashi, his eyes are not deep brown anymore. They are crimson red, and breathing gets harder for the other again.
“You are in need, Kazuya. A beta turns into an omega willingly only if their pack is in trouble. So tell me your story,” Ueda murmurs, tilting his head to the right, “And we’ll see what we can do about your complicated situation.”
Does he have another choice? Not really.
Watchful eyes follow the movement as he licks his bottom lip. For an ephemeral moment, he’s sure he can feel everything that takes place in the alpha: the urge to stand up and approach Kamenashi - the want to bite, mark - that horrible hunger which has Kamenashi as its target.
“I need to find somebody to ask for help.” His voice is nothing more than a whisper. “My pack is… We’ll all be killed if I don’t find him. There are too many of them. They’ll hunt us down one by one.”
“Who?”
“The vampires,” Kamenashi answers. The wolf howls inside him at the thought of blood soaked memories, and it seems Ueda can hear it too, because his eyes flicker a little. “They killed three of us already. We are too weak against them.”
Ueda changes his position, getting up from the bed, but he doesn’t interrupt him so Kamenashi feels free to continue. “I heard stories about a big pack in the south who also doesn’t sympathize with the vampires, and they had helped other packs before.”
“You are looking for Kimura Takuya.” The alpha clears his throat. He walks towards one of the windows; his steps are elegant, easy like the quiver of a butterfly’s wings. He carefully pulls aside the curtain to be able to look outside. Silver rays of the moon paint weird forms on his scar covered yet beautiful face. “He has a big pack, indeed.”
Kamenashi feels something insincere in the words. It’s not exactly irony, but it’s rather displeasing.
“Do you know him?”
“Oh, yes,” Ueda smiles, letting the curtain fall back to its place, and then he turns to his company. “I know him very well.” He raises one of his hands, placing the silver jewels on his left cheek, exactly on the big scar. You don’t have to be a genius to figure out what the gesture means. Kamenashi just can’t believe it, despite the fact that it makes sense. Only an alpha can cause wounds to another alpha that never heal completely. “I don’t recommend meeting with him.”
“Why should I trust you?” Kamenashi narrows his eyes immediately. That characteristic smile appears on Ueda’s lips again.
“You don’t have to, of course. But let me give you a better deal than Kimura could ever offer you.”
Kamenashi doesn’t say yes or no, therefore the alpha decides the silence is probably a sign of his approval.
He closes the distance between them, stopping in front of Kamenashi who needs all of his self-control not to step back immediately as the other gets into his personal space. The burning breath slaps him in the face.
“I know you felt the same thing I did,” Ueda whispers. His voice plays a sonnet on the vertebras of his spine like a maestro plays on a piano. A gust awakes in his body in a short moment. “I know you don’t have an alpha in your precious pack that you want to protect so much. That’s why you are looking for a strong one.” Ueda’s smiles gets wider, his teeth showing completely, when Kamenashi chokes a little in surprise. How could he tell?! “Join my pack, Kazuya. Join, and I’ll make you my equal.”
“Your what?” The confused question bursts out of him. He hates being on this high level of stupidity, but he can’t think straight when all he wants to do is to bury his face into Ueda’s neck. Being this close to Ueda is like an aphrodisiac. The wolf bristles up inside him; Kamenashi can hear nothing but its yowls and the rushing blood in his ear.
“I’ll make you an alpha.”
Everything slows down in their surroundings. The rustling of the fire fills the room and the strong silence has wrapped around them tightly. Ueda’s expression shows that this is no joke, no meaningless game. He seems damn serious.
Kamenashi’s voice is tense when he finally finds the right words. “Why would you make me an alpha?” He doesn’t ask how or when because he’s sure Ueda is not kidding that he’d be able to turn him into an alpha, probably right here and right now. Kamenashi thought it was only possible if you killed another alpha, but it’s possible he was wrong. And if he’s an alpha…
“Because I can do it.” Ueda leans closer, and as his lips move, they almost touch his while talking. It’s fucking tempting. “Do you know exactly what you felt in the cellars? What that feeling was? I know,” He smiles again. “The wolf chose you.”
The wolf chose you.
Now Kamenashi doesn’t have a problem with stepping back. He has to get away from this man, as fast as possible. Kamenashi knows that Ueda knows what he's thinking of, and it seems Ueda doesn’t have a problem with the meaning at all.
“You captured me…”
“You were not allowed on my lands.”
“… Then you tell me, after like two hours, that you want me as your mate?!” Kamenashi hisses. It is nonsense, damn bullshit. There is no way this is real. For a wolf, a mate means forever. It means your mate is your partner for life. Most werewolves never find the one who is made especially for them, but when they do…
Ueda’s eyes blink in the shade of crimson red. His face is not emotionless anymore. Kamenashi recognizes the little signs of impatience, anger and - as a big shock - passion. Ueda is seriously not joking. Kamenashi can see the wolf in those eyes, and it is beautiful. Strong, massive yet graceful body; his steps are like those of a king and the growl that starts in the wolf’s chest fights its way up his throat and becomes whole among the saliva covered, sharp teeth, making even the moon turn its face away.
“You can deny it,” Ueda says in the end. His voice is low and dangerous. Its power leads electricity through Kamenashi’s body, and he has to curl his fingers into fists to stop himself from shaking. “But you feel… Wolves choose by instinct, and it’s not a decision which is made in the head. I can hear your wolf whine. I can feel it as it tries to crawl to me.”
It'd probably be easier to produce proof that the alpha is wrong, but Kamenashi can’t say anything. He has to dig his nails into his own palm to hold himself back. He wants to kiss, he wants to tear, he wants to be taken. He has never felt something like this.
“Think of it as a business deal on your side,” Ueda whispers. One step forward, then two steps more. The distance between them is reducing again. “Give in and think of what you’d win! Power, the possibility to protect your pack, having a strong pack and a good ally.”
“I can still go to Kimura,” Kamenashi tries with this weak, horribly hilarious excuse.
The alpha’s eyes are completely red now, and his expression deforms into a hostile snarl. “I can still kill you.”
Kamenashi truly thinks that will happen, Ueda will kill him, when the alpha disappears before his eyes. I can’t even follow him, he’s too fast. He never gives up without fighting, but in this case he has no chance. The alpha’s presence in the room is enough to make his arms immobile, his mind blocked. He closes his eyes and waits for the mordant pain as a long wound appears on his neck, letting his hot blood wash the floor like some horrific yet beautiful river.
Nothing like the image in his head happens, though. Ueda kisses him instead, and the touch of the full lips almost makes him drop onto his knees. Although the strong hold on his waist probably helps a lot to keep him steady on his legs.
Kamenashi growls into the rough kiss when Ueda’s fangs sink into his lips, letting him bleed and hurt in a strangely sweet way.
“See?” The alpha breathes into Kamenashi’s mouth before he slides his tongue inside the hot cavern again, licking the blood away from his lips as well. “It’s not a bad thing, Kazuya. I can show you a whole new world if you let me. Kazuya.”
He doesn’t know whether he decides, or the wolf inside him does, or if it can be counted as a decision at all, but a few seconds later, his arms are around Ueda’s neck, his tongue battling with Ueda’s for dominance and his legs are wrapped around the alpha’s waist as Ueda easily holds him up by his ass. Kamenashi’s already rock-hard cock rubs against the flat, muscled chest, and forces a loud moan out of Ueda. A shameful red colour spreads on his cheeks when he realizes there are wet spots on Ueda's airy, almost liquid silk hakama.
It seems the alpha doesn’t mind it at all. No, he looks rather excited, and the growl of his wolf sounds quite happy as he drops Kamenashi on the large bed. Kamenashi doesn’t have enough time to let out a displeased noise because Ueda is already on him, and his hands try to get under his own hakama with enthusiastic but impatient touches.
The pathetic scream of the wonderful material is added to the mix of the noises, when Ueda doesn’t feel like wasting his time with the careful methods. He tears apart the hakama’s belt, then literally drags it down Kamenashi’s arms and chest, while Kamenashi gasps in surprise and enjoyment. His rational side has been gone for a long while now - he probably left it on the doorstep when he came inside the room - and right now, there are only wants and needs, no thoughts or possibilities. No. Only Ueda and him. Only this thing which feels so fucking sinful but amazing.
He yells when suddenly teeth leave angry red marks on his bare shoulder. The fangs touch his bones as well, and the pain goes right into his cock. The fact that he almost came only because of a hard bite makes him feel miserable. Ueda only giggles like he could read Kamenashi’s thoughts, and after he licks along the wounds he made, and which are already closing themselves.
“A whole new world,” he murmurs, with a smile that seems a little sadistic in the half light of the torches. Kamenashi can see his own blood on Ueda’s lips. “Remember this, Kazuya.” One of the black coloured nails (there are no silver jewels anymore, and Kamenashi can’t recall when Ueda took them off) draws a narrow road from his left cheek to his navel, paying special attention to his left nipple.
The alpha doesn’t stop there, of course. He pushes aside the rest of the hakama so Kamenashi finally lies in front of him in his whole beauty and nudity. Kamenashi’s not the shy type, but Ueda’s glaring makes him feel very uncomfortable. However, as he tries to close his legs somewhat, Ueda puts both of his palms of the inner side of his thighs to push them further apart. He moans helplessly.
“Hold them like this,” Ueda mutters, waiting for Kamenashi to obey, and then he gets off the bed.
He may spend only thirty seconds away, but the other can’t stop himself from whining from the loss of the warmth, of the attention, of the other. When Ueda shows up again, smiling as he hears the delicious noises Kamenashi makes for him, there is something in his left hand, and he isn't wearing clothes anymore. Kamenashi feels saliva gathering on his tongue, and his fangs and razor-sharp nails grow out due to his excitement. He starts turning, because the alpha looks beautiful and irresistible, and he’s as hard as Kamenashi is. His whole body is wonderfully muscled, and there is no fat on him at all. His perfect chest is covered by some old scars, but none of them are as ugly as the ones on his face - they just make the werewolf king look better.
The cherry on top is surely the fact that his black haired tail lazily caresses the alpha's right leg, and under the shadow of his wolfish ears, the red eyes want to eat him alive.
It seems Ueda likes the reaction his naked body gets because a smirk curls his lips up while he gets on the bed again.
“Couldn’t you hurry a little?” Kamenashi asks, forcing the words out from his clenched teeth when his legs start shaking from the effort and need to be touched finally.
Ueda laughs low, settling between the Kamenashi’s spread legs. “Such impatience. So many things I could use this big mouth for,” he sighs dramatically and a little dirtily, and the blood rushes into Kamenashi’s face at the tone of it. “We’ll have time to play with it later, though.”
Kamenashi literally howls when, without any warning, a finger easily slips inside him. It hurts a little, but the pain is only enough to turn him on more. As he grabs his own hair to pull at it, he feels the wolfish ears in his messy hair, and his nails tear the sheets apart in the blink of an eye.
It seems the alpha’s impatience grows more and more because he’s not gentle at all. The number of fingers is up to three in a minute, and Kamenashi lies there completely useless, moaning in pleasure, hissing in pain, screaming for more, obeying the passion of the alpha. Ueda gives him exactly what his body wants. What Kamenashi really wants.
Ueda sneaks up his sweat covered body to kiss him firmly, inviting his tongue inside Kamenashi’s mouth, and doesn’t stop moving his slick fingers in and out of him.
“If I do this, there is no turning back,” Ueda whispers. Kamenashi can only grunt as a reply. Everything is burning. “If I enter you, you are mine. I’ll mark you like this, and everybody will feel my scent on you. It’ll leak out of you. Are you still sure you want this?” he murmurs, rubbing his face against Kamenashi’s, breathing into his ear softly.
Yes.
Yes.
“Yes,” he answers, and his voice sounds absolutely sane. Ueda smiles in satisfaction.
He turns Kamenashi on his stomach, which earns him some disagreeing noises that Kamenashi transforms into excited, importunate gasps when Ueda holds down his hips to pull his lower body up.
Kamenashi bites on his own arm as Ueda finally sinks into him and buries himself deep, so deep Kamenashi wasn’t sure anybody could get before. His body trembles violently for a little, and the alpha doesn’t move, just strokes his wet back, dances unknown patterns on his skin while he gets his breath back. He pushes his hips back first, and Ueda towers above him, putting his hands on both sides of Kamenashi and supporting himself on his arms. Then he roughly starts moving.
Every roll of the alpha’s hips, every hard and harsh thrust throws Kamenashi almost out of balance, but it’s like the opening of his personal heaven. Usually he is the one who fucks others. He had never had sex with an alpha before, but it feels like his body was made for Ueda to enter. They move in such synch, Kamenashi is not sure whether they are two different bodies or if they had become one in this moment, not just literally.
Then he feels something weird. Something is growing inside him.
His eyes widen, and he gasps in shock when he figures out what it is.
“That’s right,” Ueda growls, making it impossible for him to crawl away, pressing his body down. Kamenashi doesn’t know whether he should be happy or not because Ueda is having some problems moving as well. He hurts like hell now, and his cock hangs untouched and painfully hard between his legs - and Ueda’s still getting bigger and bigger inside him. “You are mine. Mine.”
Three things happens at the same time: Ueda thrusts one last time and comes inside him, stretching him unbelievable wide with his knot, he wraps his fingers around Kamenashi’s manhood to squeeze just perfectly right, and he bites into the flesh on Kamenashi’s left scapula.
The orgasm hits Kamenashi so hard he meets unconsciousness sooner than the bed under him.
~*~
He doesn’t know how long he has been passed out when he wakes up, but considering that Ueda’s still inside him, it can’t be too long. They lie on their sides, the alpha embracing him from behind and breathing slowly into his neck.
Kamenashi whines in pain and discomfort. He feels so full it almost makes him sick.
“I can take it out soon,” Ueda soothes him, stroking his bare arm with his thumb. He doesn’t feel so sweaty anymore. Maybe the other washed him while he was unconscious. “A few minutes more. Don’t ruin it, you did so great.”
“Fuck you.”
Ueda laughs in amusement. “I’m sure you want to consider that again.” As Kamenashi spits another fuck you, the alpha laughs louder and longer, then nuzzles the pale, beautiful neck that is full of bite marks and dark, angry spots now. It looks like a mesmerizing puzzle.
He wants to punch Ueda in the face, although he doesn’t feel like moving at all. To be honest, it feels like home in the strong arms, against the warm chest, under the hot breaths. Only his ass hurts like hell, and the feeling of being filled by Ueda’s semen is kind of… new. A little disturbing. At the same time, it’s absolutely satisfying, because it means he belongs somewhere, to someone, and Kamenashi finally gets one of his parts back with this.
He relaxes, moving carefully back to snuggle up to the other. Both of them moan softly, and Ueda’s hold gets tighter.
“I’ll make you strong, Kazuya.” The alpha’s words are so gentle but powerful, and Kamenashi shakes a little from the effect of it. “Stronger than you’d be if you went to Kimura. Strong enough to get on the same level as him. I’ll show you what you are capable of, and then I’ll go with you to wipe out those vampires.” It’s more than an offer. “You made the right decision. Give me a week, Kazuya, and I’ll put you on the throne beside me.”
Give me a week and I will become the mate you want me to be.
Kamenashi closes his eyes. A little half-smile forms on his lips. He imagines behind the black canvas of his eyes, how he’ll rip the throats out of those blood-sucking fuckers, and he feels how the power rushes through his veins when Ueda’s mouth wanders on his neck, so he arches into the touch.
The wounds are pulsing on his body; they are beating to the rhythm of their hearts.
A grim, almost invisible red swirl eats up the usually gold irises when they flick open; a promise of death and revenge.
From: jarithka
Title: Give me and I give you
Pairings/Characters: Ueda/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolf sex, minor blood play, bites/bruises, dirty talk, D/s, alpha/beta mechanism, knotting
Notes: 6512 words. | If the alpha/beta werewolf mechanism is too confusing, you can read about it shortly here, under the types of werewolves part. | Writing this story was exciting and a great experience, so dear yukimahou, I hope you’ll like it :D I tried to create a dark but beautiful world with kameda for you. | Thank you so much for beta-ing and helping me, A-chan and R-chan!
Summary: Werewolves don’t get along with vampires too well, and when Kamenashi Kazuya’s pack gets attacked by the blood-thirsty creatures, he determines that he needs help from a big, powerful alpha. At the end of his desperate quest, he finds himself in the arms of another alpha, and it seems that they can help each other.
As he falls on the cold, hard ground, the skin on his palms disappear with a sharp pain, leaving bleeding bruises due to the edged little rocks. His lungs burn from the effort to get the biggest amount of oxygen that is physically possible to fit inside them.
His arms tremble as he tries to push himself up.
He just can’t run anymore. Hours have passed; he is not able to do this anymore, and there isn't even a single drop of energy left in him.
The earsplitting howls come closer and closer. They surround him, closing the circle and leaving no escape for him. Sitting up slowly, the man looks around, attempting to find out where they will show up from, but the rushing blood in his ears confuses him too much.
Then the air fills with the sound of a snarl behind him. He spins around, hissing when he has to support his body on his slowly healing, injured palms, just to get in front of a pair of glowing, golden yellow eyes. That scratching feeling begins in the back of his skull, but, tightening his jaw, he succeeds in holding himself back. There are too many of them, he can’t beat them all up.
In a few seconds, the number of eyes increases so fast that he counts more than a dozen.
The fear ripples through him in slow, heavy waves.
“Damn it,” he murmurs under his nose, exactly when on the opposite side of the glade under the darkest sky - because tonight even the stars have turned away from him - the leader finally arrives.
The last thing he sees before somebody grabs him from behind and teeth sink into his neck, making him scream, is crimson red eyes.
~*~
He has never been here before, but as soon as he can open his eyes and take a look around, he’s almost one hundred percent sure he knows where he is. In these lands there are not too many castles, especially not ones built from large and old, very old stones that have seen wars, blood, misery and sorrow through the centuries.
This is the last place where Kamenashi wanted to end up.
He sits on an old, rattling wooden chair and his wrists are tied tightly to the back rest. Chains run over his chest, his thighs, even around his ankles. Chains, forged of silver. Kamenashi wants to scream because despite the coldness of the links, they burn him through his raunchy, dirty clothes. But it would probably not help his situation. He has to get his shit together. He needs to get out of here, before…
Before he has to meet with the master of the castle.
Hearing the door opening he closes his eyes, slowly giving up his last hope. Those red eyes danced in front of him like he had seen in the woods; they are demonic and dangerous. Kamenashi feels cold drops of sweat forming on his forehead when soft but audible steps approach him in the cell, which gets a little light only from the moon through the one, latticed window in the room.
“Welcome to my castle, errant.”
Kamenashi’s lips unwillingly part, hearing the surprisingly soft and nice voice. He had expected some roaring, some shouting, but he definitely didn’t expect this. The voice almost caresses him. It rubs itself against the inside of his skull, making him feel almost… warm. Despite the fact that the cell they put him in is anything but warm or nice. That voice mesmerizes him, and he feels a tug at his heart-strings.
The noise of his footsteps dies in the next moment, and Kamenashi doesn’t have to open his eyes to know the master of the castle is standing right in front of him. His smell is in his nose, and the man can hear the slow, calm beats of the other’s heart.
He just doesn’t dare to look at him.
“My wolves are not used to capturing anybody. They usually just kill those reckless ones who step on my land without my permission,” the other murmurs. Kamenashi starts shaking, and he hates himself for it, but the weight of the power the wolf casts around himself is too much. He’s an alpha, and Kamenashi has to deal with by himself. He never had to do this all alone because he had had a pack. Now he doesn’t. “They didn’t kill you because I told them not to. You should take this opportunity to explain to me what you were doing out there.”
It doesn’t sound like an opportunity, no. It seems more like it's the only way to get a little more time before he dies. Kamenashi swallows.
Suddenly there are hands on his arms, and he almost yelps in surprise and fear.
The soft words come from one or two centimeters from his face. “Open your eyes and look at me, errant.”
When Kamenashi tightens his closed eyes more, nails dig into his flesh and there is blood on his skin in a second. He hisses, but still refuses to obey. If he opens his eyes and looks into those red irises again, he’ll get lost. It’ll be the end of his quest.
Yet, he is face to face with an alpha, and when an alpha orders you to do something, there is no way you can go against them. The roar is loud and powerful when it bursts out of the alpha’s mouth, and it enters Kamenashi’s mind, body and bones. Suddenly everything chokes him. He can’t breathe, because the alpha is so mad at him.
“OPEN YOUR EYES!”
Without another useless thought his eyes pop open - it happens instinctively. A long, deplorable whining gushes out from his chest at seeing the red eyes again - and the alpha just smiles. His smile mesmerizes Kamenashi.
He’s heard the stories and fairytales about the uncrowned king of these lands. Ueda Tatsuya is the alpha who everybody had already heard of but still nobody knows too much about him. Not even how he looks, not even how he became in charge of these woods, not even what he wants in general. Kamenashi knows that Ueda showed up among the other alphas kind of out of blue, and in a short time the alphas learned that they have to respect him and look at him as an equal. Ueda doesn’t attack others’ territories, doesn’t offend the borders, but protects his own lands without mercy. This is all Kamenashi knows. Besides the fact that Ueda stands in front of him, that is.
But the rumours somehow don’t match the face he sees in front of him.
That face is unearthly beautiful. Pale and smooth, only two ugly, long scars ruin the image a little on the left and the right side. They must be old wounds because they had healed as much as they could, but considering they didn’t disappear, Kamenashi thinks that they are not ordinary wounds.
Other than that, Ueda has black as coal hair and wolfish ears.
“Good boy.” The man straightens up. “You have such nice eyes, don’t hide them.” As he smiles, his fangs show. It doesn’t help Kamenashi calm down, but after getting a straight order from the alpha, he feels kind of dizzy and insensitive. The panic is gone - all he feels is a little anxiety and fear.
Minutes pass and Ueda doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Kamenashi with slight amusement and curiosity. He doesn’t look angry, which makes Kamenashi more nervous. Cold calculating is much worse than anger.
“You should start talking, you know,” Ueda breaks the silence chattily. “If you play with my patience, I’ll just send Koki to you with the innocent command to make you talk. He doesn’t like hurting strangers, but he can be very creative, and his loyalty towards me is stronger than his hate of torture.”
The word torture puts another whimper into Kamenashi’s throat, but he doesn’t let it be audible. Still, he has to say something, or somebody will make him do it. His wounds would heal, but what is the point if the pain doesn’t stop unless he opens his mouth?
He stares at the dirty floor bathed in moonlight as he clears his dry, aching throat. “My name is Kamenashi Kazuya… I came from the north.”
“Look at you.” Ueda almost purrs in satisfaction. It’s the most paradoxical thing Kamenashi has ever heard. “Not just the pretty face and eyes, he has nice voice, too.” For some reason this makes Kamenashi turn his face away in shame. “And what is this beautiful werewolf from the north doing in my lands, so far away from his home?”
While the alpha asks his question, he walks closer again. He is so close that when he passes next to Kamenashi, the black haired tail caresses over his thigh, and Kamenashi gasps in surprise. It’s a tiny, fragile noise between the stone walls. Ueda chuckles again.
“I… I’m looking for somebody,” he answers carefully but at the same time very tiredly. He should have known that this quest is hopeless and he’ll never reach his goal. He should have admitted it when he left his home, when everybody tried to persuade him.
But Kamenashi isn’t somebody who gives up easily.
Ueda takes another circle around him, like a shark around his prey, then stops exactly in front of Kamenashi, leaning into his personal space.
“Share a dinner with me and you can tell me everything, Kazuya.”
~*~
In spite of the fact that Kamenashi is also a werewolf like everybody else around him, he feels like a frightened deer in the crossfire carheadlights when he sinks down into the chair opposite to the side where Ueda’s throne is.
The table is long and heavy from a lot of different plates that are full of meats (most of them are sliced, but a whole chicken has been put there), rice and some fruits like apples, pears and strawberries. There are wine glasses, and gold and silver cups. It’s a real feast, and Kamenashi’s stomach absolutely forgets about the situation he is in at the moment.
As soon as Ueda gives a little sign with his hand and everybody starts eating, Kamenashi doesn’t hesitate either. He doesn’t believe the food would be poisoned. Ueda doesn’t feel like the poisoning type. He rather seems to be the I-smile-while-I-rip-your-throat-out-with-my-teeth psychotic type.
He shuts his direct surroundings out for a few minutes - nothing else exists for him but the crispy chicken in his mouth, the taste of good wine on his tongue and the feeling of finally getting full of food - until the wound on his neck starts itching.
Suddenly, it feels like teeth tear into his flesh there again, and Kamenashi snatches his head up so that his eyes meet with Ueda’s - at the moment - deep brown eyes. The alpha rests his eyes on him, and it seems he didn’t eat at all. It makes Kamenashi uncomfortable, and the wolf inside him takes uneasy rounds, so he lowers that leg of chicken he’s holding.
The wolf gets edgier as Ueda lets his lips curl into a smile.
“You look nervous.”
“I’m not sure why I am still alive,” he answers with forced respect carefully. Kamenashi risks a fast look around the table as well: every werewolf is watching him now. He can’t see homicidal instinct in their eyes but he can feel the invisible bond they share with their alpha. It’s in the air. He can smell it, he can sense it, but he can’t see or touch it.
This deep link is what Kamenashi lost a long time ago.
“I found you interesting,” Ueda replies, and suddenly he leans forward, supporting himself on his elbows on the table. There are sharp silver jewels on his fingers, exactly like beautiful but very dangerous nails. “You were all alone in the woods. Nobody comes here alone. So I suppose you have nobody to bring with. You are an omega.”
Whispers and low growls run along the table, and Kamenashi feels inexplicable fury all of a sudden, mixed with other confusing emotions. He’s well aware that everybody else can sense his emotions as well, because this time he’s not able to hide them, but he doesn’t give a fuck anymore.
“He doesn’t like the title,” a werewolf speaks up, grinning. He has unnaturally blonde hair and almost completely white haired wolfish ears. Kamenashi knows what has bothered him since he sat down to have dinner: everybody is in their half-wolf forms. Usually werewolves look exactly like humans, or they spend their time in their wolf forms. The more they use the last one, the harder it is to change back into the human one, and sometimes it isn’t possible anymore; then this half-wolf, half-human version is born.
However, Kamenashi has heard that some werewolves don’t like looking exactly like ordinary people, therefore they use this form to show everybody that they are different. They are something else. He just doesn’t understand the point of it.
“Nobody likes being an omega, Koki,” Ueda tells the wolf who speaks in shushing voice. Oh. So he is Koki, the person answerable to for torturing. “It means you have no pack.”
“I have a pack,” Kamenashi answers too fast, too belligerently.
Ueda raises one of his eyebrows. “Where, errant? I don’t even smell their scent on you.”
Yes, he forgot that he’s face to face with an alpha.
He presses his lips together, then he lets his eyes fall to stare at his almost empty plate. There are nine werewolves in the room aside from him, and one of them is an alpha. Kamenashi can’t win in a fair fight, but staying inside this gothic castle isn’t an option either, so he has to swallow his screaming pride and sneak out of the place.
“Finish eating,” Ueda speaks up, and this time it’s an order. Although Kamenashi is not sure who it is directed to: to him, to the others or to all of them. “Koyama, Maru, give our guest a thorough bath because he stinks.” The two mentioned werewolves nod. One of them sends a little smile to Kamenashi who raises one of his eyebrows after seeing this. “Shige, Tegoshi, get him some new clothes. Everybody else come to my room, now.”
He doesn’t have to tell them twice. The “guest” (he feels rather like a prisoner) blinks only two times and the large room is almost emptied.
The wolf inside Kamenashi snarls when a hand is placed on his shoulder, but he forces himself not to attack immediately. Ueda’s betas, named Koyama and Maru, lead him out of the room as well. Kamenashi thinks of that chicken leg he had left on his plate, and the feeling of regret crawls its way up his throat.
~*~
Bitterness leaves a bad taste in Kamenashi’s mouth when he raises one of his hands to knock on the mahogany, wrought iron door which separates Ueda’s room from the rest of the castle. The loud grating makes him shiver.
The bath was quite good. Kamenashi doesn’t remember the time when he had had the last one. After rubbing fragrant, herbal cream into the skin of his back, Koyama decided on cutting his hair because it almost reached under the middle of his back. “The master loves long-haired men but you’ll look better with a shorter style.”
Kamenashi didn’t argue. He was a prisoner after all. Besides, he was busy with planning his escape.
It didn’t seem to be complicated, especially after the two werewolves left him alone to check whether their fellows had found the clothes for him. It was the perfect chance to leave this whole nightmare behind his back and continue his way to the south-east.
Nobody stopped him. He’d have been a fool if he’d thought it was an accident, but he suppressed his rational side and he didn’t care about the bad feeling.
Every single time Kamenashi got to a window, a door, or any holes which lead outside, suddenly a werewolf showed up there with a knowing look in their eyes. They fucking knew what he wanted to do, and nobody stopped him, right, but Kamenashi wasn’t stupid. He’d not have been able to take even two steps before they’d have captured him again.
Now, Kamenashi is waiting for Ueda’s permission to step inside the cave of the lion, wearing the blue and black coloured hakama made of the softest silk material he’s ever touched and that he had gotten from that creepy, short blonde and the awkwardly serious guy. He isn’t sure about escaping anymore. He can’t help his pack if he’s dead. But he doesn’t know the intentions of the alpha, and he’ll not know them unless he goes into his room.
Ueda opens the door by himself in the next second. There is that tender smile in the corner of his mouth. The tip of one of his fangs shines in the light of the torches.
“Come inside.”
What am I doing here? Why hasn't he killed me yet?
Jonah could have felt like this being captured inside the whale’s stomach, and this thought bothers Kamenashi more than anything else. He’s not religious, he definitely doesn’t read the Bible, and he only believes in himself, but the picture of Jonah’s story doesn’t want to leave him alone.
Kamenashi tries to concentrate on the room instead. There is a bed way too large for one person on the opposite side of the room, two big wardrobes on the left side, a beautiful mirror and a spell-binder piano in the colour of the blue of midnight. Every window is covered by blood red curtains that are moving slowly and lazily. Kamenashi can feel the cool breeze on his cheek.
The alpha steps behind him without any sound, so the werewolf almost jumps in surprise when the soothing voice goes right into his ear.
“You felt it, right?”
“What?” Kamenashi growls. The wolf inside him growls as well.
“In the cells. You felt it, too. Your wolf wants to belong somewhere,” Ueda whispers, smiling. Kamenashi can hear it; he’s smiling. “I can give that to you.”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and it only takes a blink to spin towards the other completely. He can’t believe what he has just heard.
“Do you want me to join your pack?”
“I find you interesting, as I said before.” The answer comes without hesitation. “I have many wolves in these lands, but the leaders live here. You met them.” Kamenashi remembers almost every face around the table during dinner. So they are the strongest in Ueda’s pack. “One of them got killed last week.” It was a fact but the coldness Ueda pronounced these words with makes Kamenashi shiver. “I need to fill this hole so as not to seem weak in my enemies’ eyes. I could bite a human to force him to join but I don’t support forcing. I prefer my wolves to make decisions all alone.”
For a moment, Kamenashi almost laughs into Ueda’s face, but the alpha looks absolutely serious. Decision? This sounds just ridiculous considering that being a werewolf is almost never a decision or a choice. It happens. It’s a curse, and you have to live with it after you get it. Power doesn’t come without sacrifices.
The bite is not a gift.
Ueda walks past him to sit down on his own bed. When he looks up at Kamenashi, his eyes are not deep brown anymore. They are crimson red, and breathing gets harder for the other again.
“You are in need, Kazuya. A beta turns into an omega willingly only if their pack is in trouble. So tell me your story,” Ueda murmurs, tilting his head to the right, “And we’ll see what we can do about your complicated situation.”
Does he have another choice? Not really.
Watchful eyes follow the movement as he licks his bottom lip. For an ephemeral moment, he’s sure he can feel everything that takes place in the alpha: the urge to stand up and approach Kamenashi - the want to bite, mark - that horrible hunger which has Kamenashi as its target.
“I need to find somebody to ask for help.” His voice is nothing more than a whisper. “My pack is… We’ll all be killed if I don’t find him. There are too many of them. They’ll hunt us down one by one.”
“Who?”
“The vampires,” Kamenashi answers. The wolf howls inside him at the thought of blood soaked memories, and it seems Ueda can hear it too, because his eyes flicker a little. “They killed three of us already. We are too weak against them.”
Ueda changes his position, getting up from the bed, but he doesn’t interrupt him so Kamenashi feels free to continue. “I heard stories about a big pack in the south who also doesn’t sympathize with the vampires, and they had helped other packs before.”
“You are looking for Kimura Takuya.” The alpha clears his throat. He walks towards one of the windows; his steps are elegant, easy like the quiver of a butterfly’s wings. He carefully pulls aside the curtain to be able to look outside. Silver rays of the moon paint weird forms on his scar covered yet beautiful face. “He has a big pack, indeed.”
Kamenashi feels something insincere in the words. It’s not exactly irony, but it’s rather displeasing.
“Do you know him?”
“Oh, yes,” Ueda smiles, letting the curtain fall back to its place, and then he turns to his company. “I know him very well.” He raises one of his hands, placing the silver jewels on his left cheek, exactly on the big scar. You don’t have to be a genius to figure out what the gesture means. Kamenashi just can’t believe it, despite the fact that it makes sense. Only an alpha can cause wounds to another alpha that never heal completely. “I don’t recommend meeting with him.”
“Why should I trust you?” Kamenashi narrows his eyes immediately. That characteristic smile appears on Ueda’s lips again.
“You don’t have to, of course. But let me give you a better deal than Kimura could ever offer you.”
Kamenashi doesn’t say yes or no, therefore the alpha decides the silence is probably a sign of his approval.
He closes the distance between them, stopping in front of Kamenashi who needs all of his self-control not to step back immediately as the other gets into his personal space. The burning breath slaps him in the face.
“I know you felt the same thing I did,” Ueda whispers. His voice plays a sonnet on the vertebras of his spine like a maestro plays on a piano. A gust awakes in his body in a short moment. “I know you don’t have an alpha in your precious pack that you want to protect so much. That’s why you are looking for a strong one.” Ueda’s smiles gets wider, his teeth showing completely, when Kamenashi chokes a little in surprise. How could he tell?! “Join my pack, Kazuya. Join, and I’ll make you my equal.”
“Your what?” The confused question bursts out of him. He hates being on this high level of stupidity, but he can’t think straight when all he wants to do is to bury his face into Ueda’s neck. Being this close to Ueda is like an aphrodisiac. The wolf bristles up inside him; Kamenashi can hear nothing but its yowls and the rushing blood in his ear.
“I’ll make you an alpha.”
Everything slows down in their surroundings. The rustling of the fire fills the room and the strong silence has wrapped around them tightly. Ueda’s expression shows that this is no joke, no meaningless game. He seems damn serious.
Kamenashi’s voice is tense when he finally finds the right words. “Why would you make me an alpha?” He doesn’t ask how or when because he’s sure Ueda is not kidding that he’d be able to turn him into an alpha, probably right here and right now. Kamenashi thought it was only possible if you killed another alpha, but it’s possible he was wrong. And if he’s an alpha…
“Because I can do it.” Ueda leans closer, and as his lips move, they almost touch his while talking. It’s fucking tempting. “Do you know exactly what you felt in the cellars? What that feeling was? I know,” He smiles again. “The wolf chose you.”
The wolf chose you.
Now Kamenashi doesn’t have a problem with stepping back. He has to get away from this man, as fast as possible. Kamenashi knows that Ueda knows what he's thinking of, and it seems Ueda doesn’t have a problem with the meaning at all.
“You captured me…”
“You were not allowed on my lands.”
“… Then you tell me, after like two hours, that you want me as your mate?!” Kamenashi hisses. It is nonsense, damn bullshit. There is no way this is real. For a wolf, a mate means forever. It means your mate is your partner for life. Most werewolves never find the one who is made especially for them, but when they do…
Ueda’s eyes blink in the shade of crimson red. His face is not emotionless anymore. Kamenashi recognizes the little signs of impatience, anger and - as a big shock - passion. Ueda is seriously not joking. Kamenashi can see the wolf in those eyes, and it is beautiful. Strong, massive yet graceful body; his steps are like those of a king and the growl that starts in the wolf’s chest fights its way up his throat and becomes whole among the saliva covered, sharp teeth, making even the moon turn its face away.
“You can deny it,” Ueda says in the end. His voice is low and dangerous. Its power leads electricity through Kamenashi’s body, and he has to curl his fingers into fists to stop himself from shaking. “But you feel… Wolves choose by instinct, and it’s not a decision which is made in the head. I can hear your wolf whine. I can feel it as it tries to crawl to me.”
It'd probably be easier to produce proof that the alpha is wrong, but Kamenashi can’t say anything. He has to dig his nails into his own palm to hold himself back. He wants to kiss, he wants to tear, he wants to be taken. He has never felt something like this.
“Think of it as a business deal on your side,” Ueda whispers. One step forward, then two steps more. The distance between them is reducing again. “Give in and think of what you’d win! Power, the possibility to protect your pack, having a strong pack and a good ally.”
“I can still go to Kimura,” Kamenashi tries with this weak, horribly hilarious excuse.
The alpha’s eyes are completely red now, and his expression deforms into a hostile snarl. “I can still kill you.”
Kamenashi truly thinks that will happen, Ueda will kill him, when the alpha disappears before his eyes. I can’t even follow him, he’s too fast. He never gives up without fighting, but in this case he has no chance. The alpha’s presence in the room is enough to make his arms immobile, his mind blocked. He closes his eyes and waits for the mordant pain as a long wound appears on his neck, letting his hot blood wash the floor like some horrific yet beautiful river.
Nothing like the image in his head happens, though. Ueda kisses him instead, and the touch of the full lips almost makes him drop onto his knees. Although the strong hold on his waist probably helps a lot to keep him steady on his legs.
Kamenashi growls into the rough kiss when Ueda’s fangs sink into his lips, letting him bleed and hurt in a strangely sweet way.
“See?” The alpha breathes into Kamenashi’s mouth before he slides his tongue inside the hot cavern again, licking the blood away from his lips as well. “It’s not a bad thing, Kazuya. I can show you a whole new world if you let me. Kazuya.”
He doesn’t know whether he decides, or the wolf inside him does, or if it can be counted as a decision at all, but a few seconds later, his arms are around Ueda’s neck, his tongue battling with Ueda’s for dominance and his legs are wrapped around the alpha’s waist as Ueda easily holds him up by his ass. Kamenashi’s already rock-hard cock rubs against the flat, muscled chest, and forces a loud moan out of Ueda. A shameful red colour spreads on his cheeks when he realizes there are wet spots on Ueda's airy, almost liquid silk hakama.
It seems the alpha doesn’t mind it at all. No, he looks rather excited, and the growl of his wolf sounds quite happy as he drops Kamenashi on the large bed. Kamenashi doesn’t have enough time to let out a displeased noise because Ueda is already on him, and his hands try to get under his own hakama with enthusiastic but impatient touches.
The pathetic scream of the wonderful material is added to the mix of the noises, when Ueda doesn’t feel like wasting his time with the careful methods. He tears apart the hakama’s belt, then literally drags it down Kamenashi’s arms and chest, while Kamenashi gasps in surprise and enjoyment. His rational side has been gone for a long while now - he probably left it on the doorstep when he came inside the room - and right now, there are only wants and needs, no thoughts or possibilities. No. Only Ueda and him. Only this thing which feels so fucking sinful but amazing.
He yells when suddenly teeth leave angry red marks on his bare shoulder. The fangs touch his bones as well, and the pain goes right into his cock. The fact that he almost came only because of a hard bite makes him feel miserable. Ueda only giggles like he could read Kamenashi’s thoughts, and after he licks along the wounds he made, and which are already closing themselves.
“A whole new world,” he murmurs, with a smile that seems a little sadistic in the half light of the torches. Kamenashi can see his own blood on Ueda’s lips. “Remember this, Kazuya.” One of the black coloured nails (there are no silver jewels anymore, and Kamenashi can’t recall when Ueda took them off) draws a narrow road from his left cheek to his navel, paying special attention to his left nipple.
The alpha doesn’t stop there, of course. He pushes aside the rest of the hakama so Kamenashi finally lies in front of him in his whole beauty and nudity. Kamenashi’s not the shy type, but Ueda’s glaring makes him feel very uncomfortable. However, as he tries to close his legs somewhat, Ueda puts both of his palms of the inner side of his thighs to push them further apart. He moans helplessly.
“Hold them like this,” Ueda mutters, waiting for Kamenashi to obey, and then he gets off the bed.
He may spend only thirty seconds away, but the other can’t stop himself from whining from the loss of the warmth, of the attention, of the other. When Ueda shows up again, smiling as he hears the delicious noises Kamenashi makes for him, there is something in his left hand, and he isn't wearing clothes anymore. Kamenashi feels saliva gathering on his tongue, and his fangs and razor-sharp nails grow out due to his excitement. He starts turning, because the alpha looks beautiful and irresistible, and he’s as hard as Kamenashi is. His whole body is wonderfully muscled, and there is no fat on him at all. His perfect chest is covered by some old scars, but none of them are as ugly as the ones on his face - they just make the werewolf king look better.
The cherry on top is surely the fact that his black haired tail lazily caresses the alpha's right leg, and under the shadow of his wolfish ears, the red eyes want to eat him alive.
It seems Ueda likes the reaction his naked body gets because a smirk curls his lips up while he gets on the bed again.
“Couldn’t you hurry a little?” Kamenashi asks, forcing the words out from his clenched teeth when his legs start shaking from the effort and need to be touched finally.
Ueda laughs low, settling between the Kamenashi’s spread legs. “Such impatience. So many things I could use this big mouth for,” he sighs dramatically and a little dirtily, and the blood rushes into Kamenashi’s face at the tone of it. “We’ll have time to play with it later, though.”
Kamenashi literally howls when, without any warning, a finger easily slips inside him. It hurts a little, but the pain is only enough to turn him on more. As he grabs his own hair to pull at it, he feels the wolfish ears in his messy hair, and his nails tear the sheets apart in the blink of an eye.
It seems the alpha’s impatience grows more and more because he’s not gentle at all. The number of fingers is up to three in a minute, and Kamenashi lies there completely useless, moaning in pleasure, hissing in pain, screaming for more, obeying the passion of the alpha. Ueda gives him exactly what his body wants. What Kamenashi really wants.
Ueda sneaks up his sweat covered body to kiss him firmly, inviting his tongue inside Kamenashi’s mouth, and doesn’t stop moving his slick fingers in and out of him.
“If I do this, there is no turning back,” Ueda whispers. Kamenashi can only grunt as a reply. Everything is burning. “If I enter you, you are mine. I’ll mark you like this, and everybody will feel my scent on you. It’ll leak out of you. Are you still sure you want this?” he murmurs, rubbing his face against Kamenashi’s, breathing into his ear softly.
Yes.
Yes.
“Yes,” he answers, and his voice sounds absolutely sane. Ueda smiles in satisfaction.
He turns Kamenashi on his stomach, which earns him some disagreeing noises that Kamenashi transforms into excited, importunate gasps when Ueda holds down his hips to pull his lower body up.
Kamenashi bites on his own arm as Ueda finally sinks into him and buries himself deep, so deep Kamenashi wasn’t sure anybody could get before. His body trembles violently for a little, and the alpha doesn’t move, just strokes his wet back, dances unknown patterns on his skin while he gets his breath back. He pushes his hips back first, and Ueda towers above him, putting his hands on both sides of Kamenashi and supporting himself on his arms. Then he roughly starts moving.
Every roll of the alpha’s hips, every hard and harsh thrust throws Kamenashi almost out of balance, but it’s like the opening of his personal heaven. Usually he is the one who fucks others. He had never had sex with an alpha before, but it feels like his body was made for Ueda to enter. They move in such synch, Kamenashi is not sure whether they are two different bodies or if they had become one in this moment, not just literally.
Then he feels something weird. Something is growing inside him.
His eyes widen, and he gasps in shock when he figures out what it is.
“That’s right,” Ueda growls, making it impossible for him to crawl away, pressing his body down. Kamenashi doesn’t know whether he should be happy or not because Ueda is having some problems moving as well. He hurts like hell now, and his cock hangs untouched and painfully hard between his legs - and Ueda’s still getting bigger and bigger inside him. “You are mine. Mine.”
Three things happens at the same time: Ueda thrusts one last time and comes inside him, stretching him unbelievable wide with his knot, he wraps his fingers around Kamenashi’s manhood to squeeze just perfectly right, and he bites into the flesh on Kamenashi’s left scapula.
The orgasm hits Kamenashi so hard he meets unconsciousness sooner than the bed under him.
~*~
He doesn’t know how long he has been passed out when he wakes up, but considering that Ueda’s still inside him, it can’t be too long. They lie on their sides, the alpha embracing him from behind and breathing slowly into his neck.
Kamenashi whines in pain and discomfort. He feels so full it almost makes him sick.
“I can take it out soon,” Ueda soothes him, stroking his bare arm with his thumb. He doesn’t feel so sweaty anymore. Maybe the other washed him while he was unconscious. “A few minutes more. Don’t ruin it, you did so great.”
“Fuck you.”
Ueda laughs in amusement. “I’m sure you want to consider that again.” As Kamenashi spits another fuck you, the alpha laughs louder and longer, then nuzzles the pale, beautiful neck that is full of bite marks and dark, angry spots now. It looks like a mesmerizing puzzle.
He wants to punch Ueda in the face, although he doesn’t feel like moving at all. To be honest, it feels like home in the strong arms, against the warm chest, under the hot breaths. Only his ass hurts like hell, and the feeling of being filled by Ueda’s semen is kind of… new. A little disturbing. At the same time, it’s absolutely satisfying, because it means he belongs somewhere, to someone, and Kamenashi finally gets one of his parts back with this.
He relaxes, moving carefully back to snuggle up to the other. Both of them moan softly, and Ueda’s hold gets tighter.
“I’ll make you strong, Kazuya.” The alpha’s words are so gentle but powerful, and Kamenashi shakes a little from the effect of it. “Stronger than you’d be if you went to Kimura. Strong enough to get on the same level as him. I’ll show you what you are capable of, and then I’ll go with you to wipe out those vampires.” It’s more than an offer. “You made the right decision. Give me a week, Kazuya, and I’ll put you on the throne beside me.”
Give me a week and I will become the mate you want me to be.
Kamenashi closes his eyes. A little half-smile forms on his lips. He imagines behind the black canvas of his eyes, how he’ll rip the throats out of those blood-sucking fuckers, and he feels how the power rushes through his veins when Ueda’s mouth wanders on his neck, so he arches into the touch.
The wounds are pulsing on his body; they are beating to the rhythm of their hearts.
A grim, almost invisible red swirl eats up the usually gold irises when they flick open; a promise of death and revenge.