Howling (The Wolf Series)

[mushnrice]

Title : Howling (The Wolf Series)
Author: mushnrice
Pairing : Hojong, 2WooGyu (Dongwoo, Woohyun, Sunggyu), Myungyeol
Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Warnings : Smut / Blood / Violence / AUA/N: Happy Belated Birthday Sungjong~ ;D



Howling
          One-shot

A howl pierced through the night sky, Sungjong shivering under his covers. The animal that gave off the wretched sound must be in pain. Huddling further under the thick blankets, Sungjong attempted to close his eyes and sleep again when the same howl sounded through the night.

Damn him and his pickiness of living next to the woods. Cursing at the animal under his breath for interrupting his sleep, he flung away the blankets and swung his legs off the bed, beginning to stand up and make his way to the kitchen.
His feet made a soft thump thump against the wooden floor as he gingerly picked his way around the unfurnished and messy room; he had yet to unpack his items sent from the city. A twinge of pain shot up his arm and he brought it up over his head, stretching. It had been a long day of moving, and he was tired, but the combined noises and the cup of coffee he had earlier probably wasn’t going allow him to sleep.

Another howl swarmed around him, and Sungjong twitched. Damn that animal.  Not noticing a box of books, he absentmindedly kicked it and cried out reflexively in pain, holding the stubbed toe and then hopping up and down. Twinges of pain ran down his biggest toe and he cursed out a few choice swear words, making his way towards the kitchen.
He lazily flipped over an upturned cup and picked up the kettle, watching as it tilted and water spilled over and sloshed into his clean empty cup. It was probably confusion that he was feeling. He was confused about something, but he couldn’t really pinpoint what he was confused about. He felt lost, maybe? Lost in the sense that his life always had been on fixed repeat, but now he quit his job and then moved to the woods where it was hard to find help. It brought a change to his dreary life as a photographer, but now he didn’t know what to do. Exhaling a sigh, Sungjong tilted his head to the side, not noticing that the water had begun to overflow the white porcelain cup. Why couldn’t he be like Superman, Spiderman or even Batman? Even Captain America was hot. And they were all nobodies like him in the beginning right?

Mulling silently over his thoughts, he jumped and yelped when cold water hit his toes, making him cringe. Grumbling under his breath about his clumsiness, he picked up the cup and began to slurp from it, ignoring the water that sloshed out and over his fingers. There was a soft thump behind him, and Sungjong spun around, afraid that it was his piglet plush toy that had fallen off its stand. It had been a birthday present from his brother, and he treasured it highly.

A furry animal much taller than him stood silently directly in his line of sight, Sungjong dropping the cup. It landed onto the wooden floor with a shatter as it cracked and broke open, water sluicing out in different directions. Shards of the cup flew, scratching the wooden floor. The wolf barely twitched at the sound, staring at Sungjong out of his calm orangey brown eyes.

“Oh... God...” Fear twisted its way up Sungjong’s spine and his eyes flicked towards the phone. Just maybe, he could reach it and then call someone for help before the monster mauled him to death.
He spun and dashed for it, the animal reacting the same time he did. It was there before he was, claws arching stiffly as it pierced through the metal. Sparks of electricity crackled and it hissed, pulling away his slightly burnt nails.
Sungjong froze, afraid. It slowly turned, eyeballing him. Moonlight filtered in through the open window and cast eerie shadows on the long bloody muzzle, long canines dripping with blood.

“Oh my god...” Squeaking, Sungjong began to back up into the counter again as the animal took a tentative step forward. “Don’t come near me! I’ll scream!” Pain laced up his foot as Sungjong stepped on a shard of the broken cup. Shaking, Sungjong’s eyes roved around wildly, looking for something to protect himself with.
It snarled, and Sungjong screamed, a short staccato of breath. The eye rolled, and Sungjong swore that he spotted mirth in it before it hopped forward, feet digging into the wood and tearing up part of his rug (It was new!). Ready to scold the animal about his new rug, he
looked up and sta-

A soft hand backhanded the back of his neck lightly before Sungjong collapsed into the animal’s arms, eyes sliding shut of his own accord. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness were gentle arms cradling him and then pulling him up. Then he was flying under the night sky, along the woods, branches brushing lightly at his skin.

-

Fire. That was what Sungjong felt as he cracked his dry lids open, tongue darting out to moisten his cracked lips. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he blinked lazily and the dragged the flat of his tongue fully across his plush bottom lip, groaning.

“Ahh, I see that you’re awake.” Soft yet rough hands reached out, placing themselves at his neck. Sungjong froze, afraid that the guy would snap his neck off and kill him. Chuckles met his ears as he remained tensed, the hand beginning to massage his neck, working out the knots in his shoulders.

“Nggh, that feels good.” Unable to help himself, he relaxed in the said guy’s hold and leant backwards into the hands, staring up into warm gooey yellow eyes.

Eyes the colour of honey stared right back at his, a tiny smirk decorating the guy’s face. Shifting around crossed legged on the bed; Sungjong folded his arms across his chest and stared.

Young, muscled and tanned. He was the epitome of sexiness, and was currently shirtless. Bright red coloured Sungjong’s face and he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking elsewhere than the sexy chest in front of him. The other guy must have noticed because he slid off from where he was kneeling on the bed, opening an antique closet and then pulling out a wife beater.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I usually just go around the house half naked.”

Trying hard not to peek at the muscles flexing, Sungjong cleared his throat again and then stared at the guy when he was fully clothed.

“My new carpet, I want compensation on that. As well as the new wooden flooring that you or your buddy wolf tore up. My telephone, as well as the cup I broke when yo-“

The same hand covered his mouth, Sungjong’s hands automatically coming up of their own will to try and push it down. Another broad hand clasped both his wrists together, so that the guy was pinning Sungjong down onto the bed. That sexy man's legs tangled with his, so
that he was straddling Sungjong.

“I chose well indeed. Instead of being scared of why you’re at an unknown place you choose to care about your materialistic items.” Low throaty laughter hummed around the room and Sungjong twitched, teeth coming out to snap gently at the hand. When his teeth were unable to gain a hold on that hand, he stuck out his tongue instead, lapping a long lick upwards.

“Hmm, feisty, indeed, I chose well. Now before I release you, let me explain myself and why I brought you back. My name is Howon, code name Hoya, and I am a fully grown werewolf. My age is well over yours,” he paused here before continuing, “I might say that I am older than your great to I’m not sure how many degrees grandfather.” A yelp escaped Sungjong’s mouth at that, Hoya’s rich laughter filling the room.

“Indeed, that thought might scare you. Normal wolves find their true soulmate latest by hundred and fifty years into their maturity, yet I am well over that age. Desperate, I seeked the help of our village wise woman, and she foretold a prophecy. She told me that I would have to move here, and that I would meet many, but I would only have one chance to find my true mate. I presume you have heard the rumours about a ghost living here? Those rumours were created by me, and they have scared off many a brave soul. And yet you, a simple city boy, weak, clumsy and timid,” Sungjong voiced out a weak cry out protest at this, “chose to move here instead.”
Sungjong was released, him immediately sitting up to rearrange his mussed hair. He glared at Howon, a hand coming up to wipe at his mouth.

“And how the hell am I-“

“Supposed to believe you?” Gentle and bemused eyes met his as Hoya crossed his legs. “Darling boy, I suppose you saw my true form just now. Naïve indeed.”

Sungjong’s eyes bore heavy holes into Hoya’s gentle ones before he stood up, looking around for an entrance.

“What are you doing, love?”

Sungjong turned, a note of incredulity highlighting his voice. “You don’t expect me to stay here and believe all this bullshit right?”
Hoya looked genuinely confused. “Bullshit? What is bullshit?”

Snorting, Sungjong shook his head. “You’re dumb for a werewolf, you know that? Bullshit means utter crap. It means that I don’t believ-“
A squeal emanated from his lips as a loud growl resounded in the room, Sungjong once again finding himself pinned down on the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, hearing the loud rip in the silent room. Struggling was futile; it made the claw-
Shit, claws. Staring up into yellow eyes, Sungjong squeaked in fear as a wet nose poked at his face, a long and barbed tongue flicking out to dip at his nose. Amusement was still clear in those eyes, and Sungjong snarled, flailing.

Legs pinned his down, the boy uselessly trying to get away from the iron grip. The tongue flicked out again as Sungjong’s strength began to wane, him panting uselessly. It made contact with the side of his neck, and he shivered, twisting away, further exposing the slim column of his neck.

It slid up, wet and warm, the hot pink muscle making him shiver as it trailed a path up his neck. There was a ripping sound again as Howon appeared in his human form, still pinning Sungjong down.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Burying his face into the crook of Sungjong’s neck, Sungjong froze when he felt tears dripping down his neck.

“Wha-“

“To smell you, hug you, kiss you, feel you. It’s been over centuries.” He continued to himself, mumbling lightly. “It feels like a dream.”

He softened and allowed the male to hold him, unaware of the naked skin wrapped around him. Shifting when his hands were released, he gently pulled the trembling head down further into his body, Howon’s body flush against his. The tears poured, sobs wracking the werewolf’s body.

Fire crackled happily in the fireplace, seemingly as if it was celebrating their union. Slowly but surely, Sungjong’s eyes began to slip shut, the warmth on his body comforting him to sleep.

-

When he awoke, Howon was gone, but he was still on the bed. Sungjong's clothes were...
Different. Screeching at the top of his voice when he realised that his sleep clothes were gone and that he was naked, he flailed around on
the bed for a few minutes before scrambling for the blanket, hitching it around his skinny body to hide.

There were chuckles echoing around in the room again and Sungjong shivered, only his eyes visible underneath the thick swath of blankets around him.

"You jerk! Return my clothes!" He hissed.

"No."

Howon appeared before Sungjong could blink, and Sungjong burrowed further into the blankets, attempting to hide from his prying eyes. Squeaking when he realised that Howon was also naked, he pulled the cover over his head, face a flaming red. Howon sighed. Rolling his chesnut eyes, he  pounced on the lump in the middle of the bed and tried to tug the blanket away.

"Oh my god, what are you doing!?"

Fighting against the werewolf was like fighting a losing battle, but this was a matter of his pride. Sungjong pulled desperately on the blankets, which were slowly slipping lower on his body. The wolf's eyes were bright, hungry as more skin got revealed, and he growled possessively, the last of the blankets covering Sungjong's body tearing with a resounding rip. Then the wolf's hands were on him, feeling, touching, mapping out his skin. Warm hands palmed their way over his chest and body, and Sungjong gasped, hands flying up to grasp hold onto the battle scarred biceps. A mouth lapped happily at his flat stomach, trailing out the planes and dips in it.

"W-wha-"

Nosing his way upwards, Howon inched forward bit down harshly on the exposed collar bones, red marks beginning to appear. Sungjong gasped in pain, a moan of painful pleasure slipping from his mouth after before he could really help it. A hand came up to clamp over his mouth as Sungjong reddened, unable to believe that he had let that noise escape.

Dark eyes, heavy with lust but coated with amusement stared back at him and Sungjong squeaked again, trying to kick the wolf away.
Heavy legs were immediately on his, preventing further movement. A large hand clamped down on his wrists and pinned them above the bed.

"S-stop, I d-don't want t-this!" Sungjong cried, wrestling against the large hand pinning both his wrists down.

"Really, love? The noise that came from you was very loud."

Sungjong turned redder, if possible and he bucked his hips up. Bad choice. The wolf's eyes fluttered close and he purred, Sungjong immediately stilling his hips up once he realised that he was actually rubbing their groins together.

Damn it!

Hoya shifted his weight onto the elbow belonging to the hand that was pinning Sungjong down, and he reached down with the other. So caught up in his thoughts he was that Sungjong didn't realise this, not until the first tentative touch to his member. That hand slid down the limp organ, Sungjong's eyes squeezing together. Biting down on his lip and trying to contain the shivers wracking his body at the weird feel, Sungjong tried not to give in to the temptation.

Then that hand curled around his awakening member, and he groaned at the blood pounding, rushing southwards. That warm and large hand moved upwards, still grasping tightly onto the length, and he moaned. Well, this wasn't awkward. He hadn't tried touching himself before, too busy to even care about his sexual life. Then this sex god comes along and tempts him. Howon twists his hand then, and Sungjong's eyes fly open. Giving in, he bucked his hips upwards and trashed, willing Hoya to let go of his hands. The wolf did, and Sungjong slid his hands along the wolf's shoulders, grounding himself to his current situation, trying not to fly off into a world of unknown pleasure. Damn this wolf and his talented hand.

A happy grin was fixed on Howon's face, and Sungjong tried not to smack it away. Pulling himself upwards, he let their lips collide in a bruising kiss, angling his head to get at more skin. Sungjong was a virgin, and he knew nothing of sex. Girl to guy, guy to guy, girl to girl, he never really researched on what to do. Inexperienced lips were covered by Howon's own, the chapped lips moulding to his and they both moaned at the same time, Howon's hand curling underneath Sungjong's lithe body to pull him up so that they were chest to chest.
Slurping sounds and the sound of saliva hitting Sungjong's bare chest filled the room as they continued to suck at each other's lips, Howon pulling Sungjong's plush bottom lip into his mouth.  Tongues met, Howon coaxing the younger to mimic his actions. Heavy breathing filled the room as Sungjong fought for air, Howon letting up to let him breathe.

"Stage two."

Questioning eyes met Howon's, and the wolf grinned in feral manner. Swooping down once more to claim his darling's lips, Howon's hand slid down the length of Sungjong's body, the boy trembling in return before hitching a slender leg around his hip. He began to grind down slowly, friction in between their bodies making heavenly noises roil right into his mouth from Sungjong. Pulling back to eye his mate, Howon grinned in satisfaction. The boy was a shivering, trembling, wanton mess, lips red and kiss bruised, a light flush covering his skin from the temperature, and bruises covered his upper body, some turning a light purple.

His. His Sungjong.

Sliding off the bed (earning him a whine from Sungjong), Howon chuckled and crossed the room to open another drawer, picking out a pot of oil.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Meeping in answer, a deeper flush covered Sungjong's face before he reached for the blanket again, mouth opening to protest.

"I-i'm not r-rea-..."

"Hush, love."

The werewolf was hovering back over Sungjong again, the clay pot holding the fragrant oil on the bedside table.

"You will learn."

Sliding down the pale body, Hoya lowered himself to his elbows and huffed directly over the hard member, a squeal leaving Sungjong's lips at that. Long pale legs were gently coaxed open, Sungjong trying his hardest to close them back up. Hoya bit down on his inner thigh - a warning - before sliding his hands down the smooth leg.

"Don't you trust me, love?"

Sungjong wanted to say no, but deep down, he knew that he did. Turning his face to the side, he balled a fist into his mouth before nodding quickly.

A chuckle filled the room, Howon grinning at the shy boy. Hooking the seemingly never ending legs on his broad shoulders, he eyed the twitching hole in front of him and licked, a stripe up Sungjong's crack. Circling the puckered hole, he grinned as Sungjong's back arched off the bed, hand still over his mouth. Crawling forward some more so that Sungjong was bent further, he moved the hand away from the side and turned Sungjong's head towards him.

"Don't hide your moans.  I want to hear them."

Embarrassed eyes met his and Sungjong shook his head, squeezing Hoya's head lightly in between his milky thighs.

"T-that's embarrassing."

Frowning lightly, Howon let go of the legs and turned back to his drawer, rummaging in it again. Sungjong's eyes curiously followed his actions and then widened as he took in the objects that he was holding. Before he could protest, his hands were tied down to the headboard behind him, and a piece was covering his eyes.

"W-wha!?"

"Relax..."

Sungjong felt his legs being pulled back and settled down on the same shoulders, and then he stiffened, the other four senses even more sensitive due to his loss of sight. A tongue touched his entrance tentatively and a moan, louder than he heard from his mouth, ripped through the room. Biting down hard on his lips, he tried to stifle the next one coming, even though he knew it was useless.
Extremely sensitised due to the blindfold (or was it the cloth tying him down), Sungjong cried his pleasure out, when that slimy piece of hot tissue pushed it's way into his body, caressing at his inner walls. The restraints strained, the boy pulling weakly at the headboard. Toes clenching and unclenching, Sungjong shut his eyes beneath the blindfold and panted weakly as the ministrations against his hole increased, body writhing lightly on the bed.

Never had someone made him feel this way before.

Howon grinned at the sounds of pleasure, twisting his tongue further in. He couldn't wait till his erection was in there. Pulling out impatiently, he reached over for the pot, letting Sungjong's tensed legs down. Bringing the pot down with him and balancing it carefully on the bed, he shuffled downwards so that he was face to face with the red and straining member, dipping a whole hand into the pot of oil.

"W-wonnie? W-what are you doing?"

Howon let silence answer Sungjong's question, a smile slipping onto his face at the nickname. Sungjong twisted on the bed, feet searching for the body warmth. Howon purposely avoided him, and sat back on his haunches, grinning.

"Yah, did you leave me alone? You dolt! I can't believe yo- hnghhhhhhh!"

Warm heat embraced his leaking member, and Sungjong bucked his hips up, unable to help it. A warm mouth covered his cock and the tongue lapped, tonguing at the leaking slit. Teeth scraped over the bulging veins mapping the skin and Sungjong hissed at the pleasurable feeling, tears leaking out from his eyes. It stained the blindfold and turned it a darker blue.

Then a slicked-up finger pushed it's way into his body. Stiffening at the pain, Sungjong tried to force the digit out.

"F-fuck, take that d-damn thing out." Grunting, Sungjong's back arched as another finger found purchase into his hole, the blindfold slipping off his head and down his neck. He eyed Hoya, who stared right back at him, pupils dilated and blown wide with lust, cheeks puffed due to the member in his mouth. The sight was almost too much for him to bear and he was shuddering, feeling his orgasm shooting up hi-

A tight hand curled it's way around his member and stopped, way too tight to be comfortable. Shooting a glare at the grinning mate, Sungjong tried to kick his hand away. Another finger slipped in, and brushed at his prostate lightly, Sungjong gasping and arching his back in a beautiful bow in return.

Howon grinned. Scissoring the fingers deeper into the body, he pulled off Sungjong's dick as well as retracted his hand with a pop, scooping into the pot of oil and then slathering the oil over his erection.

Sungjong eyed him with fear. A gentle smile was his answer, and Sungjong visibly relaxed, shifting on the sweaty sheets. His hands were still tied up, and Hoya reached up to untie him. Sungjong pouted at the friction burns on his wrist, and Hoya kissed the red skin gently in return, before flipping the younger around. Shoving a leg in between the closed knees, he nudged them apart, one hand clutching at the thin boy's hips. Sungjong peered from in front of him, eyes betraying his worry.

Leaning down, Howon began to pepper kiss on the younger's dip in his back, reassuring the other, relaxing him. Sungjong sighed at the ministrations on his back, pushing back lightly against Howon in return.

He was ready.

Pushing apart Sungjong's butt cheeks, Howon supported himself with one hand and wedged the mushroomed head just outside the entrance, rubbing over the puckered skin teasingly. A whine answered him, and Howon allowed a brief smile to spread his face, before he leant forward and began to press inwards.

Sungjong gasped as that fat head split him open and he fisted the bed sheets in his hands, head hanging. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he twitched in pain. Trying not to just push in all the way, Howon gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Sungjong's hip. His eyes flashed yellow, and he swept his tongue over the fangs that appeared.

Inching forward, Howon patted Sungjong's back gently. "You're alright, come on, love." Hissing as hot tight wet heat clenched around his member, Howon waited until he was seated fully before leaning forward, wrapping a hand around Sungjong's member and jerking lightly to distract him. Sungjong's eyes slid shut off their own accord.

"Love? I'm going to move, alright?"

Sungjong nodded lightly, leaning over to bite down on his arm. Howon pulled out, and Sungjong cried out in pain, clenching harder down on his arm. And then Howon pushed in.

Miraculously finding Sungjong's prostate within one thrust, Sungjong froze as that bundle of joy jumped in him before he was cursing heavily, grinding back onto Howon with pleas and moans of want. All the pain was forgotten, and his dick (which had wilted quickly to the pain) sprang right back again, slapping against his tense stomach.

A grin threatened to split Howon's face, before he pulled out and began to slam back in harder than ever in that angle, the whole bed rocking along with their movements. They moved as one, moans, screams, grunts, the sound of slick skin against slick skin forming an orchestra in the otherwise silent room.

"Mine. Fucking mine."

Hissing, Howon leant over Sungjong, opened his mouth wide to reveal his fangs, and before Sungjong could take in what was happening, Howon bit down. Blood leaked out from the puncture wounds, and Sungjong screamed as white flashed along his closed lids, hands giving up on him. He landed cheek first against the burning hot sheets, not bothering to push himself up, cheek rubbing along the sheets with Howon's movements.

Pain seared up his shoulder as Howon began to carve, before lapping lightly at the wound.
"Love, repeat after me."

Sungjong pressed down harder into the bed sheets and moaned as Howon rolled him over, hovering over him. His wound pressed uncomfortably into the bed and he hissed.

"Lee Sungjong is Lee Howon's."

"L-lee Sungjong is Lee H-howon's." Clenching down hard on Howon's broad shoulders, Sungjong let his legs be hooked over that shoulders again, Howon entering him once again.

"I will be bound to him."

"I will be b-bound to h- oh god, that feels so.." Moaning, Sungjong pulled himself upwards and nestled his sweaty forehead into Howon's own slicked one before continuing, "...to h-him."

"Let this binding be complete." Howon murmured, lips searching for Sungjong's. They met in a torrid kiss, Sungjong tasting his own blood. At the same moment, however, searing hot pain flashed up his shoulder, over where Howon marked him, electricity dancing over his skin.
Crying out at the pain, Sungjong let go of Howon and arched his back off the bed, twisting aimlessly. Howon grinned for a moment, gathering the boy up in his arms, comforting him. It was over in a flash, and Sungjong cried out as Howon began to move again, overlapping the pain with pleasure. They continued to rock together, tears slipping down Sungjong's face at the pleasure.
A hand was on his straining member, and it was jerking, and then white flashed over his eyes for the second time that day, and he came, shuddering and trembling from the aftershocks. Strips of his seed splattered onto Howon's abs, the tightening vice on his dick milking out his orgasm from Howon too.

They collapsed against each other, sated, pleasured, and bonded.

"Sleep, love. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I have to introduce you to the clan..."

Sungjong was fast asleep in seconds, stamina unable to hold out. Howon gathered the sweaty boy up in his arms, reaching over to grab the blue piece of cloth covering Sungjong's eyes earlier. Eying the shirt that Sungjong once called his sleep clothes, he shrugged and proceeded to wipe their release off both of them.

Sungjong wouldn't need it, after all.

-

A/N 1 : You know, my English teacher told us a long time ago that he wrote and that we should try it too. I wonder what he'll say if he read my works?

A/N 2 : I'm feeling cracky! UH HUHHHHHH~~ Too lazy to go read through this, so excuse some mistakes. xD YOU'RE WELCOME TO LIKE, POINT OUT THE MISTAKES. -bounces off-

A/N 3 : HANSEUNG PPURI JJIIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~