Mea Luna 2/5
Title: Mea Luna 2/5
Rating: NC-17 This fic contains bestiality, underage!smut
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Changmin/Yoochun
Disclaimer: If these shadows have offended ... well ... sorry, but I wrote it anyway, and the characters aren't mine, just the words.
Summary: Yoochun is taken in the light of the day, fearful of the animal that touches him. But when he is forced to choose, Yoochun discovers love under the light of the moon.
A/N: I'm pretty sure I don't need to say who is to fault for this fic. And I seem like the author that will write anything taboo, so here we go.
WARNING: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Yoochun is 11 at the beginning and 14 through the rest of the fic) and rape in the first part only
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Part 2:
This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Yoochun is 11 at the beginning and 14 through the rest of the fic) and rape (in the first part)
Yoochun sat on the roof his family’s hut. The sky was clear, stars dim from the brightness of the full moon. He looked East at the towering trees of the forest and thought about Changmin. He thought about Changmin a lot.
Many nights he heard a wolf howl and wondered if it was Changmin.
Being home was great. He’d told his family that he’d been running from the boys and gotten lost in the woods and found his way home only after a few weeks. But he’d survived. On his own, in the Eastern Forests. He was hailed a hero, and no longer ridiculed. The soldiers put more effort into teaching him to string a bow and to fight hand-to-hand, and for his twelfth birthday, his father had given him a dagger that had belong to him when he was a boy.
He should have been happy.
“Yoochun-ah,” his mother called. “Where are you? It’s late.”
Yoochun sighed and easily ran down the roof and dropped to the ground. He’d grown up so much even in two years. But he’d also grown withdrawn and forlorn. His mother did not know what to do with her son anymore. Her son who used to smile so brightly that the sun seemed dim.
“I’m sorry, Momma. I was looking at the moon.”
“Again?”
“It’s pretty and full.”
“It is. Do you want to talk about anything?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No, Momma, I’m okay.” He kissed her head, thanked her for the bread in her hands and went upstairs to sleep. He crawled into the bed he shared with his brother. It was never warm enough. He put his arms behind his head and tried to relax enough to sleep.
He woke up constantly with his dick hard or with creamy white fluid on his stomach. He learned from the other boys that it was normal and it was called “come” or “jizz” or “spunk” or “semen”. And that one day, he would find a girl he liked and get to have sex with her. Yoochun most definitely didn’t want that. The idea was quick to curb any pleasure in his body, but that pleasure was easily brought back up when he thought about the ghostly feel of fur on his back and a rough tongue in his body.
He tried not to think of Changmin as he went to sleep, but it was difficult. Laying in bed was the only time when his mind was not concentrating on other things, and he didn’t sleep much on those nights that were plagued with phantom howls.
Yoochun rose before the sun and headed out to run around the village like he always did. He waved at the people as they greeted the Hero of the Forests, though he had done nothing to deserve the title.
Near the blacksmith’s, he caught a conversation and skidded to a stop.
“What?” he asked and jogged back to the men. “What was that about a wolf?”
The man swallowed and said, “The last week or so, people have said they saw a wolf in the meadows, by the Eastern Forests.”
“In the meadow?”
He nodded. “The women are telling their children to stay away from it because we set up traps yesterday to capture it.”
“What?”
“Some of the hunters are going out there now to see if they caught it.”
Yoochun spun away from them and headed off toward the meadow.
“You crazy boy! You’re just asking for trouble!”
He hadn’t been in the meadow much over the last two years. It was too close and too painful and the memories hurt so much. His heart ached for his wolf.
He ran as fast as he had ever run before, uncaring of the uneven ground under his feet. The grasses in the meadow did not impede him as much as they did when he was younger, and he shot through them, listening for any noises of distress or the noises of the hunters. He caught sight of movement on the furthest edge and ran there.
A high pitched cry rent the air and Yoochun almost stumbled.
Yoochun broke through a patch of tall grasses, and the hunters turned their bows on him, but he only had eyes for the wolf, its back leg closed in tight metal spikes.
It wasn’t Changmin, and Yoochun almost collapsed in relief, and then he saw the brown fur, the intelligent eyes.
“Yunho,” he whispered and the wolf bared his teeth at him, but only in fear. Turning, Yoochun stood as straight and tall as he could. The five best hunters (including his father) stared at him in confusion.
Yoochun demanded, “Release him.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Let him go. He … please.” Yoochun couldn’t very well tell the men that the wolf was a werehuman. They’d never believe him. Instead, Yoochun circled around until he was between the wolf and the hunters. “Let him go.”
“You really are crazy, boy. What did these forests do to you?”
“They did nothing but help me survive, while you and your boys did everything they could to make my life miserable. This wolf has done you no harm and he’s attacked no one.”
“It is a monster.”
Yoochun smiled and slowly sank next to the wolf. He put his arms around his neck and curled into it. The wolf whimpered and licked at his shoulder.
Yoochun hit the release on the trap, and Yunho pulled his wounded leg away from it.
The men cried out in anger and more than one pointed their bow at the wolf. The lead hunter said, “You are a demon, like this animal. Infected by them.”
Yoochun rose and said, “I will take him back to the Eastern Forests.”
“And you will stay.”
Yoochun’s father protested.
Yoochun smiled at him, and then turned to the wolf. “Go, and wait for me. Just a few moments.”
The wolf tilted his head, and then trotted off into the bushes and trees beyond, limping on his sore leg.
Yoochun went to his father, the other men shied away from him. “I can’t … I tried, Father. I tried to come back and live, but I can’t do it. I need the trees and the wolves, and …. “ He almost said Changmin’s name.
Yoochun dropped to his knees. “Forbid me, if you must, but I can’t stay here anymore.”
Yoochun’s father pondered him. “You have changed since your trip into the woods. I think you are stronger, more resilient, and swifter on your feet. I am proud to call you my son. This will break your mother’s heart. Again.”
“I know. If I am allowed, I will come and visit.”
Yoochun’s father nodded, and then said, “Go. We have other traps and other hunters here; it’d be a shame if the wolf was killed after you saved him.”
Yoochun grinned and took his offered hand. His father hugged him, slapped him on the back and Yoochun turned and sprinted for the trees.
Yunho cut him off as soon as he hit the tree line, and Yoochun stopped, frightened, because this wolf had wanted him before. Yunho came forward and sniffed him, and Yoochun gently rubbed his head. Yunho licked his other hand and then turned and headed deeper into the woods. Yoochun followed.
They stopped at a stream and Yoochun washed the wound on Yunho’s leg. It looked dangerous if left unattended. One of the things Yoochun had done while at the village was study under the herbalist, enough for him to know what plants to use to make a paste for Yunho’s wound so it would not be infected and the pain would lessen.
When he was through doctoring it, Yunho licked his hand again and practically yipped in happiness.
Yoochun laughed. He held Yunho’s scruff at the back of his neck and they walked deeper into the woods until it was dark. Yunho found a hollowed out log and ushered Yoochun into it. Yoochun went happily, tired from the day of walking. He burrowed into Yunho’s fur, and slept better than he had in years.
He woke up to a tongue on his cheek and neck, and Yoochun laughed and pushed Yunho away. “No. You are not allowed to do that to me.”
Yunho sat back on his haunches and huffed, teeth snapping.
Yoochun laughed, threw his arms around Yunho’s neck and hugged him. “Come on. Let’s go.”
As they wandered through the woods, Yoochun wondered where Changmin was, where he had been or if he knew Yoochun was back. He wondered how his mother was, and how hard this must be for her to lose her son to the Forest again.
The third day, Yoochun recognized where he was. Some of the underbrush had changed, but it was the same part of the forest that he’d stayed in with Changmin.
Yunho howled and then waited. And then howled again.
Yoochun held his breath, waiting for an answer, but there wasn’t one.
Yunho led him to the tree where he’d slept and the place was bare, like nature intended it. Yunho sniffed around, and then again. When he looked up at Yoochun with downcast eyes, Yoochun sighed.
“He’s gone, huh?”
Yunho nuzzled his hand and Yoochun dropped down to hug him close. It didn’t matter. Well, that wasn’t true. There was a gaping hole in his heart, but he was home, and he felt at home. Before leaving the area, Yoochun checked Yunho’s wound and cleaned it again.
“Come on,” Yoochun said and headed away from the tree.
Yunho whimpered.
Yoochun looked back at him sitting stubbornly at the base of the tree. “You and I both know that he isn’t here and he hasn’t been here for a long time. Come on. Let’s go find someplace else.”
Yunho huffed and shook his head, but he rose and followed Yoochun.
--|--|--
Yoochun was heartbroken that he couldn’t find Changmin. Every night, Yunho would howl for him, the same tone, the same inflection. And every night, they waited for an answer that never came.
Yoochun wondered if Changmin had left and gone far away because Yoochun had abandoned him.
As the days passed, Yunho called for Changmin less and less. Yoochun didn’t mind. He was home, that was all that mattered. He followed Yunho to a grotto of trees and he slept in another hollowed-out log. It was more or less their home for the next couple of weeks, and Yoochun loved to sleep next to Yunho’s warmth. And Yoochun no longer cared when Yunho licked his face or his body.
The clothes he had been wearing whittled down to nothing more than short shorts around his middle. He’d turned his shirt into a bag, and most of his pants were used to carry food or wrap any cuts and too deep to heal on their own. His skin tanned and strengthened. Calluses formed on his hands and feet. And his muscles grew stronger every day.
The full moon surprised Yoochun, and he watched, wide eyed as Yunho’s body shifted into its human form. Yunho lay on the ground for a moment, chest heaving.
Yoochun had forgotten how beautiful Changmin was, and Yunho was just as handsome. He had a smaller, narrower face, but his shoulders were broader. He had larger pec muscles and an equally impressive stomach covered in abs. But his thighs were thick, and Yoochun swallowed deeply and moved over to him.
Yunho looked up, dark eyes burning into Yoochun’s.
Yoochun could not hide how Yunho affected his body. He fell to his knees and ran his hands up and down Yunho’s chest.
Yunho moaned and arched into the touch. He winced. “Ow,” Yunho muttered, voice rough. He twisted and dug an acorn out from under his body.
Yoochun laughed. Suddenly embarrassed, he pulled his hands away and rubbed his own arms. “I forgot about this whole human thing.”
“Yeah, sometimes it catches me by surprise too. Are you all right? I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You want to see Changmin though.”
“Yeah, but being with you isn’t so bad.”
Yunho snorted, and it was almost a growl.
Yoochun laughed again and put his hands back on Yunho’s naked chest. “It isn’t. I’m glad I saved you, and I’m glad you brought me back to the forests. Yes, I miss Changmin, but he isn’t here and it’s not like we haven’t been trying to find him. His loss, right?”
“You don’t believe that.”
“Not really, but I do like you, Yunho. And I know you want me. You fought Changmin for me, remember?”
Yunho put his arms around Yoochun’s body and his face at Yoochun’s neck. Very cautiously, he licked below Yoochun’s ear. Breath hot, he whispered, “You’re making if very hard to resist you.”
Yoochun tilted his head to the side, letting Yunho kiss and bite down his neck. It felt good, so good, and his body responded to the touches. He wrapped his leg around Yunho’s and rutted against Yunho’s strong thigh.
Yunho growled. “Tempting, Yoochun-ah.”
“I know. I … “
“I wasn’t complaining,” Yunho said and then captured Yoochun’s lips in a kiss.
Yoochun moaned, arching into his warm, strong body. Yunho rolled them over, into the dirt and they rolled again, and again, until Yoochun was on top, straddling Yunho’s waist. He rocked his hips over Yunho’s hard erection. It’d been so long since Yoochun felt more than just his fingers inside his body. He pulled away enough to slip his shorts off (he didn’t want them ripped to pieces) and then he shifted back, kissing Yunho’s chest and stomach, biting out his need in little red marks.
Yunho’s fingers wrapped in his hair, moaning as his hips rose and fell.
Yoochun gripped his upper thighs, stilling him, and let his mouth flood with saliva. He opened his mouth and licked up the length of Yunho’s cock.
“Are you sure about this?” Yunho asked, though his tone of voice showed that he didn’t much care.
Yoochun smiled, mouth slopping on hot skin, and nodded. “Take me.”
Yunho growled and Yoochun was flipped again. Yunho grabbed behind Yoochun’s knees and pushed them to his chest. His eyes almost glowed as he stared at Yoochun’s naked body. Yoochun slipped his fingers into his mouth, getting those as wet as he could. Yunho was ready and Yoochun had a feeling this was going to hurt anyway. He pushed two fingers into his tight body, hissing at the sting and then moved them in and out of himself.
Yunho growled again. He batted Yoochun’s hand away, held his dick down and thrust inside him. Yoochun flung his head back with a cry, and Yunho’s answering cry sounded almost like a howl. He moved quickly, rough and eager and Yoochun panted, body stiff with pain. Yunho fell forward, lips demanding a kiss and Yoochun eagerly gave it. Yunho’s body shuddered and his hips canted in three sharp thrusts before stilling and Yunho moaned, leaning against Yoochun’s bent legs.
Yoochun caught his breath, eyes shutting from the feeling of being so full after so long.
Yunho rolled his hips, squelching through the mess in Yoochun’s body, and Yoochun moaned as pleasure spiraled up his spine.
“You okay?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun nodded.
“Good,” Yunho said and started fucking him again, harder and longer until Yoochun’s body couldn’t take the pleasure and it burst from him in a steady spray of white come all over his stomach.
Yunho practically howled again as Yoochun’s body pulsated around him. After only a few more seconds, Yunho spasmed again and added to the mess inside him.
They both collapsed, tired and dirty from the mix of come, sweat and soil.
“Are you going to let me do that as a wolf, or do I have to wait another month?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun chuckled. “I don’t know. Think your wolf can seduce me?”
“Easily.”
“Okay.”
Yunho smiled, and then his face tightened. He pulled himself away from Yoochun and staggered, body shifting and curling, and again, Yoochun couldn’t watch. He turned his head until the noises of snapping bones and shifting flesh stopped.
Yunho licked his face and Yoochun turned and hugged him tightly. “This sucks. I don’t even get you for a full night, just as long as the moon is in the sky.”
With a sigh, Yoochun stood up. They both went to the nearby stream to wash off and then back to their little burrow to sleep.
As promised, Yunho seduced him in wolf form. It took just long enough for Yoochun to wake up with a rough tongue on his dick. He moaned, spreading his legs. The wolf whined and lowered his tongue to Yoochun’s balls. Yoochun blinked trying to wake up some more, but even half asleep, he was lifting his legs, baring his entrance. The wolf licked at his hole, over and over, sliding his tongue deep in Yoochun’s body.
When it stopped, Yoochun whimpered in protest. He was so close to coming.
Warm fur covered his body and Yoochun opened his eyes, vision blurry already as Yunho hovered over him. He’d never done it this way with Changmin. Changmin always had him roll over. Instead, Yoochun lifted his legs, hooked his ankles around Yunho’s back and moaned, feeling the wolf’s hot penis against his body. It took two tries before Yunho slipped inside him all the way,
The wolf howled and Yoochun moaned. He grabbed around Yunho’s neck and buried his face in Yunho’s warm fur. The wolf moved fast, and Yoochun held on. It didn’t take very long for pleasure to arch through him. The rub of soft fur on his erection and the teasing tickle of it on his balls had Yoochun coming a lot faster than he thought possible.
He cried into Yunho’s neck and when he was done pulsing come all over his fur, he collapsed.
Yunho stayed over him, and come dropped wetly on Yoochun’s stomach.
Yoochun smiled up at Yunho and then said, “I’m going back to sleep.” He wasn’t sure if Yunho understood or not, but he was more than willing to cuddle back up with Yoochun.
--|--|--
They traveled for days and days, weeks and then months. Yoochun grew to love the few short hours when Yunho was human so they could talk, although some nights they didn’t do much talking. They met with a lot of other wolves, werehumans and normal ones. A few tried to challenge Yunho, but they never lasted more than a few minutes of a fight.
After almost a full year, Yoochun gave up hope of ever seeing Changmin again.
One night, under the full moon, Yunho held Yoochun tightly as they floated through the waters of a clear lake.
“Do you want to go visit your family, mea luna?” Yunho asked. He’d been calling Yoochun, “my moon” for months, explaining that Yoochun was what made his world bright.
Yoochun turned his head up, accepting a small kiss on his lips. “I haven’t thought of them for months.”
“A mother never forgets her son,” Yunho said. “I’m sure she’s thought of you.”
“And now I feel guilty.”
Yunho chuckled, nuzzling his neck. “We are far away. It’ll take us a few weeks, another full moon before we travel back that way.”
Yoochun hummed and thought about going to his village and seeing his mother again. He did want to let her know that he was okay. But part of him wanted to stay as far away as he could. And yet … he wondered …
“You are thinking about Changmin again.”
Yoochun smiled and apologized.
“I am too,” Yunho said. “It has been a very long time since I’ve gone so long without seeing him.”
“I hope he’s okay.”
“Me, too.” Yunho carefully turned Yoochun around, and he wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist. Their lips met again, and then again, tongues reaching for the other. He loved kissing his wolf, but he loved kissing his human more. The press of human lips against his was an addicting feeling.
Yoochun lost track of the movement of the moon until his feet hit shallow ground, and Yunho broke away.
“The moon is almost gone,” Yunho said and smiled, “At least the one in the sky. I’m lucky enough to always have mea luna with me to light up my world.”
Yoochun blushes and their lips met softly one more time. He steadied himself and then turned and walked onto the shore. Yunho followed and managed to take a few steps before his body was wracked with pops and twists and fur covered his skin and his face elongated into a snout. That was Yoochun’s least favorite part. Yunho was beautiful as a man, and more than handsome as a wolf, but the shift was always so alarming. Yunho told him once that it felt like his skin and bones were on fire.
Yoochun smiled at him and Yunho nuzzled at his hand, licking the palm. They made their way to the forest, to where they had been sleeping for the last week. They settled down, Yunho shaking slightly and Yoochun stared up at the sky, wondering how Changmin was doing without someone there to comfort him after his shift.
--|--|--
They changed directions, but they didn’t hurry, going through their days as they always did. Yoochun made a new bag from the hide of one of Yunho’s catches. He used it to carry dry tinder in case he needed to start a fire to eat cooked meat.
At the next full moon, Yunho pinned him below him on their bed of ferns and said, “You’re stalling, mea luna. Why?”
Yoochun put his arms around Yunho’s neck and hugged him close. “What if we do find Changmin? What if he challenges you? What if I leave you? What if I stay with you? What if …”
Yunho shut him up with a kiss. “I’ve been thinking about that, too. I can assure you that I won’t challenge him, because I know how much he means to you. Now, if he challenges me, I have to fight him, or withdraw. Then, in accordance with our laws, you will leave me. I don’t want that anymore than you do and I will fight for you, because you are worth fighting for. When I’m human all I think about is you, and when I’m a wolf all I want to be is next to you. You’re comforting and secure, and you’re a fantastic kisser.”
Yoochun laughed at that last one. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I don’t want to leave you either. I’m tempted to say forget about it, but you won’t rest until you’ve seen him again. I know you won’t.”
“I’m sorry. You must hate me so much.”
“Hate you, why would I hate you?”
“Because I’m holding on so tightly to someone. Someone who I was with for only a few short weeks and I’ve been with you for an entire cycle of seasons.”
Yunho smiled. “I don’t hate you because I understand. It’s hard to let go of someone you care about.”
They did not make love as humans that night. Yunho held Yoochun tightly against his chest until the round disc slipped under the mountain peaks.
The next morning, Yoochun decided that Yunho was right. He was stalling and getting to his village sooner just meant getting back out in the woods with Yunho sooner.
They ran for days, only stopping when they had to. Yoochun spent a lot of time thinking of how the village would change, or how his mother had changed, and how strong his younger brother was. He felt guilty for leaving him there, to grow up without his hyung. He wondered how much he had changed in the eyes of the villagers.
They arrived outside of the village a few days before the full moon. Something felt different, and it took Yoochun a few moments to figure out what it was. He could not see through the forest.
He knew that the tree line ended, but there was no light, no blue sky, no lighter green grass. Just darkness.
Confused, he walked forward, and saw a wall where a wall wasn’t before. It stretched as far as he could see and was almost triple his height.
Yunho nudged the back of his leg with his snout.
“They built a wall,” Yoochun mused. “Why … why would they build a wall …?”
He started walking, trailing his fingers on the smooth wood.
Yunho suddenly stopped, hackles rising, ears flat and teeth bared.
Yoochun stopped and stood even with him, hand in his hair. A few feet in front of him was a gap in the wood. Hearing strained, Yoochun picked up the sound of voices.
“Stay here,” he whispered and Yunho growled in negation. With a smile, Yoochun stepped closer and let himself make noise.
Immediately, two crossbows were pointed out the small opening, one right at him.
“Stop or I’ll shoot.”
Yoochun froze.
“Who are you? What business do you have here?”
“I am Yoochun Park, and I am here to visit my mother.”
“Y-Y-Yoochun Park was carried off with wolves and eaten almost a year ago.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Many men saw it. And the Park family is ostracized and not allowed visitors.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “What did they do?”
“It is not your concern. Leave-“
“There is a wolf with him,” the other man said panicked, and Yoochun and Yunho dove back into the trees as the crossbows went off.
They hid close by and watched the men tell their supervisor that the demon boy and his wolf had attacked him. This was worse than anything he could have thought. His family was ostracized and the village sequestered behind a wall, because men who saw him leave said he was dragged off and eaten and replaced by a demon.
Yunho put his head under Yoochun’s chin and Yoochun petted him absently. He wondered if he could sneak into the village at night. Probably not. He’d learned how to move stealthily over the last year, but not that well. Maybe Yunho could.
“Come on,” Yoochun said and stood up. He ran back into the woods, Yunho following him. It’d be much easier to plan this if Yunho was human. Well, he would wait until the full moon, talk to Yunho and then decide what to do.
Being in this area again didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had a year ago. Maybe his mother was right, when she comforted him years ago, that time would heal his wounds and time would heal the hearts and minds of those who tormented him.
Yoochun hoped that there was something out there to heal Changmin’s wounds. He could still see the pain and anguish on his human face when Yoochun told him to take him home.
Two days found them near Yoochun’s first camp and Yoochun turned away from it, unwilling to even see the tree and the roots. A few hours later, they found a deep gully. A huge rock was embedded in the side forming a perfect concave of rock for them to rest under. Yoochun sat down with his back against the cool wall and Yunho sat next to him, head on Yoochun’s lap.
Even if Yunho couldn’t understand everything in wolf form, Yoochun told him about the wall and about what the man said about the plans forming in his head for sneaking in.
Part 3: Third Chase
Part 1: First Choice
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Rating: NC-17 This fic contains bestiality, underage!smut
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Changmin/Yoochun
Disclaimer: If these shadows have offended ... well ... sorry, but I wrote it anyway, and the characters aren't mine, just the words.
Summary: Yoochun is taken in the light of the day, fearful of the animal that touches him. But when he is forced to choose, Yoochun discovers love under the light of the moon.
A/N: I'm pretty sure I don't need to say who is to fault for this fic. And I seem like the author that will write anything taboo, so here we go.
WARNING: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Yoochun is 11 at the beginning and 14 through the rest of the fic) and rape in the first part only
Please keep the negative/derogatory comments to yourself. If you don't want to read it you don't have to. And you have been warned about what this fic contains. Any comments that are bashing me or the story or anything else will be deleted and the user will be banned.
Part 2:
This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Yoochun is 11 at the beginning and 14 through the rest of the fic) and rape (in the first part)
Yoochun sat on the roof his family’s hut. The sky was clear, stars dim from the brightness of the full moon. He looked East at the towering trees of the forest and thought about Changmin. He thought about Changmin a lot.
Many nights he heard a wolf howl and wondered if it was Changmin.
Being home was great. He’d told his family that he’d been running from the boys and gotten lost in the woods and found his way home only after a few weeks. But he’d survived. On his own, in the Eastern Forests. He was hailed a hero, and no longer ridiculed. The soldiers put more effort into teaching him to string a bow and to fight hand-to-hand, and for his twelfth birthday, his father had given him a dagger that had belong to him when he was a boy.
He should have been happy.
“Yoochun-ah,” his mother called. “Where are you? It’s late.”
Yoochun sighed and easily ran down the roof and dropped to the ground. He’d grown up so much even in two years. But he’d also grown withdrawn and forlorn. His mother did not know what to do with her son anymore. Her son who used to smile so brightly that the sun seemed dim.
“I’m sorry, Momma. I was looking at the moon.”
“Again?”
“It’s pretty and full.”
“It is. Do you want to talk about anything?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No, Momma, I’m okay.” He kissed her head, thanked her for the bread in her hands and went upstairs to sleep. He crawled into the bed he shared with his brother. It was never warm enough. He put his arms behind his head and tried to relax enough to sleep.
He woke up constantly with his dick hard or with creamy white fluid on his stomach. He learned from the other boys that it was normal and it was called “come” or “jizz” or “spunk” or “semen”. And that one day, he would find a girl he liked and get to have sex with her. Yoochun most definitely didn’t want that. The idea was quick to curb any pleasure in his body, but that pleasure was easily brought back up when he thought about the ghostly feel of fur on his back and a rough tongue in his body.
He tried not to think of Changmin as he went to sleep, but it was difficult. Laying in bed was the only time when his mind was not concentrating on other things, and he didn’t sleep much on those nights that were plagued with phantom howls.
Yoochun rose before the sun and headed out to run around the village like he always did. He waved at the people as they greeted the Hero of the Forests, though he had done nothing to deserve the title.
Near the blacksmith’s, he caught a conversation and skidded to a stop.
“What?” he asked and jogged back to the men. “What was that about a wolf?”
The man swallowed and said, “The last week or so, people have said they saw a wolf in the meadows, by the Eastern Forests.”
“In the meadow?”
He nodded. “The women are telling their children to stay away from it because we set up traps yesterday to capture it.”
“What?”
“Some of the hunters are going out there now to see if they caught it.”
Yoochun spun away from them and headed off toward the meadow.
“You crazy boy! You’re just asking for trouble!”
He hadn’t been in the meadow much over the last two years. It was too close and too painful and the memories hurt so much. His heart ached for his wolf.
He ran as fast as he had ever run before, uncaring of the uneven ground under his feet. The grasses in the meadow did not impede him as much as they did when he was younger, and he shot through them, listening for any noises of distress or the noises of the hunters. He caught sight of movement on the furthest edge and ran there.
A high pitched cry rent the air and Yoochun almost stumbled.
Yoochun broke through a patch of tall grasses, and the hunters turned their bows on him, but he only had eyes for the wolf, its back leg closed in tight metal spikes.
It wasn’t Changmin, and Yoochun almost collapsed in relief, and then he saw the brown fur, the intelligent eyes.
“Yunho,” he whispered and the wolf bared his teeth at him, but only in fear. Turning, Yoochun stood as straight and tall as he could. The five best hunters (including his father) stared at him in confusion.
Yoochun demanded, “Release him.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Let him go. He … please.” Yoochun couldn’t very well tell the men that the wolf was a werehuman. They’d never believe him. Instead, Yoochun circled around until he was between the wolf and the hunters. “Let him go.”
“You really are crazy, boy. What did these forests do to you?”
“They did nothing but help me survive, while you and your boys did everything they could to make my life miserable. This wolf has done you no harm and he’s attacked no one.”
“It is a monster.”
Yoochun smiled and slowly sank next to the wolf. He put his arms around his neck and curled into it. The wolf whimpered and licked at his shoulder.
Yoochun hit the release on the trap, and Yunho pulled his wounded leg away from it.
The men cried out in anger and more than one pointed their bow at the wolf. The lead hunter said, “You are a demon, like this animal. Infected by them.”
Yoochun rose and said, “I will take him back to the Eastern Forests.”
“And you will stay.”
Yoochun’s father protested.
Yoochun smiled at him, and then turned to the wolf. “Go, and wait for me. Just a few moments.”
The wolf tilted his head, and then trotted off into the bushes and trees beyond, limping on his sore leg.
Yoochun went to his father, the other men shied away from him. “I can’t … I tried, Father. I tried to come back and live, but I can’t do it. I need the trees and the wolves, and …. “ He almost said Changmin’s name.
Yoochun dropped to his knees. “Forbid me, if you must, but I can’t stay here anymore.”
Yoochun’s father pondered him. “You have changed since your trip into the woods. I think you are stronger, more resilient, and swifter on your feet. I am proud to call you my son. This will break your mother’s heart. Again.”
“I know. If I am allowed, I will come and visit.”
Yoochun’s father nodded, and then said, “Go. We have other traps and other hunters here; it’d be a shame if the wolf was killed after you saved him.”
Yoochun grinned and took his offered hand. His father hugged him, slapped him on the back and Yoochun turned and sprinted for the trees.
Yunho cut him off as soon as he hit the tree line, and Yoochun stopped, frightened, because this wolf had wanted him before. Yunho came forward and sniffed him, and Yoochun gently rubbed his head. Yunho licked his other hand and then turned and headed deeper into the woods. Yoochun followed.
They stopped at a stream and Yoochun washed the wound on Yunho’s leg. It looked dangerous if left unattended. One of the things Yoochun had done while at the village was study under the herbalist, enough for him to know what plants to use to make a paste for Yunho’s wound so it would not be infected and the pain would lessen.
When he was through doctoring it, Yunho licked his hand again and practically yipped in happiness.
Yoochun laughed. He held Yunho’s scruff at the back of his neck and they walked deeper into the woods until it was dark. Yunho found a hollowed out log and ushered Yoochun into it. Yoochun went happily, tired from the day of walking. He burrowed into Yunho’s fur, and slept better than he had in years.
He woke up to a tongue on his cheek and neck, and Yoochun laughed and pushed Yunho away. “No. You are not allowed to do that to me.”
Yunho sat back on his haunches and huffed, teeth snapping.
Yoochun laughed, threw his arms around Yunho’s neck and hugged him. “Come on. Let’s go.”
As they wandered through the woods, Yoochun wondered where Changmin was, where he had been or if he knew Yoochun was back. He wondered how his mother was, and how hard this must be for her to lose her son to the Forest again.
The third day, Yoochun recognized where he was. Some of the underbrush had changed, but it was the same part of the forest that he’d stayed in with Changmin.
Yunho howled and then waited. And then howled again.
Yoochun held his breath, waiting for an answer, but there wasn’t one.
Yunho led him to the tree where he’d slept and the place was bare, like nature intended it. Yunho sniffed around, and then again. When he looked up at Yoochun with downcast eyes, Yoochun sighed.
“He’s gone, huh?”
Yunho nuzzled his hand and Yoochun dropped down to hug him close. It didn’t matter. Well, that wasn’t true. There was a gaping hole in his heart, but he was home, and he felt at home. Before leaving the area, Yoochun checked Yunho’s wound and cleaned it again.
“Come on,” Yoochun said and headed away from the tree.
Yunho whimpered.
Yoochun looked back at him sitting stubbornly at the base of the tree. “You and I both know that he isn’t here and he hasn’t been here for a long time. Come on. Let’s go find someplace else.”
Yunho huffed and shook his head, but he rose and followed Yoochun.
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Yoochun was heartbroken that he couldn’t find Changmin. Every night, Yunho would howl for him, the same tone, the same inflection. And every night, they waited for an answer that never came.
Yoochun wondered if Changmin had left and gone far away because Yoochun had abandoned him.
As the days passed, Yunho called for Changmin less and less. Yoochun didn’t mind. He was home, that was all that mattered. He followed Yunho to a grotto of trees and he slept in another hollowed-out log. It was more or less their home for the next couple of weeks, and Yoochun loved to sleep next to Yunho’s warmth. And Yoochun no longer cared when Yunho licked his face or his body.
The clothes he had been wearing whittled down to nothing more than short shorts around his middle. He’d turned his shirt into a bag, and most of his pants were used to carry food or wrap any cuts and too deep to heal on their own. His skin tanned and strengthened. Calluses formed on his hands and feet. And his muscles grew stronger every day.
The full moon surprised Yoochun, and he watched, wide eyed as Yunho’s body shifted into its human form. Yunho lay on the ground for a moment, chest heaving.
Yoochun had forgotten how beautiful Changmin was, and Yunho was just as handsome. He had a smaller, narrower face, but his shoulders were broader. He had larger pec muscles and an equally impressive stomach covered in abs. But his thighs were thick, and Yoochun swallowed deeply and moved over to him.
Yunho looked up, dark eyes burning into Yoochun’s.
Yoochun could not hide how Yunho affected his body. He fell to his knees and ran his hands up and down Yunho’s chest.
Yunho moaned and arched into the touch. He winced. “Ow,” Yunho muttered, voice rough. He twisted and dug an acorn out from under his body.
Yoochun laughed. Suddenly embarrassed, he pulled his hands away and rubbed his own arms. “I forgot about this whole human thing.”
“Yeah, sometimes it catches me by surprise too. Are you all right? I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You want to see Changmin though.”
“Yeah, but being with you isn’t so bad.”
Yunho snorted, and it was almost a growl.
Yoochun laughed again and put his hands back on Yunho’s naked chest. “It isn’t. I’m glad I saved you, and I’m glad you brought me back to the forests. Yes, I miss Changmin, but he isn’t here and it’s not like we haven’t been trying to find him. His loss, right?”
“You don’t believe that.”
“Not really, but I do like you, Yunho. And I know you want me. You fought Changmin for me, remember?”
Yunho put his arms around Yoochun’s body and his face at Yoochun’s neck. Very cautiously, he licked below Yoochun’s ear. Breath hot, he whispered, “You’re making if very hard to resist you.”
Yoochun tilted his head to the side, letting Yunho kiss and bite down his neck. It felt good, so good, and his body responded to the touches. He wrapped his leg around Yunho’s and rutted against Yunho’s strong thigh.
Yunho growled. “Tempting, Yoochun-ah.”
“I know. I … “
“I wasn’t complaining,” Yunho said and then captured Yoochun’s lips in a kiss.
Yoochun moaned, arching into his warm, strong body. Yunho rolled them over, into the dirt and they rolled again, and again, until Yoochun was on top, straddling Yunho’s waist. He rocked his hips over Yunho’s hard erection. It’d been so long since Yoochun felt more than just his fingers inside his body. He pulled away enough to slip his shorts off (he didn’t want them ripped to pieces) and then he shifted back, kissing Yunho’s chest and stomach, biting out his need in little red marks.
Yunho’s fingers wrapped in his hair, moaning as his hips rose and fell.
Yoochun gripped his upper thighs, stilling him, and let his mouth flood with saliva. He opened his mouth and licked up the length of Yunho’s cock.
“Are you sure about this?” Yunho asked, though his tone of voice showed that he didn’t much care.
Yoochun smiled, mouth slopping on hot skin, and nodded. “Take me.”
Yunho growled and Yoochun was flipped again. Yunho grabbed behind Yoochun’s knees and pushed them to his chest. His eyes almost glowed as he stared at Yoochun’s naked body. Yoochun slipped his fingers into his mouth, getting those as wet as he could. Yunho was ready and Yoochun had a feeling this was going to hurt anyway. He pushed two fingers into his tight body, hissing at the sting and then moved them in and out of himself.
Yunho growled again. He batted Yoochun’s hand away, held his dick down and thrust inside him. Yoochun flung his head back with a cry, and Yunho’s answering cry sounded almost like a howl. He moved quickly, rough and eager and Yoochun panted, body stiff with pain. Yunho fell forward, lips demanding a kiss and Yoochun eagerly gave it. Yunho’s body shuddered and his hips canted in three sharp thrusts before stilling and Yunho moaned, leaning against Yoochun’s bent legs.
Yoochun caught his breath, eyes shutting from the feeling of being so full after so long.
Yunho rolled his hips, squelching through the mess in Yoochun’s body, and Yoochun moaned as pleasure spiraled up his spine.
“You okay?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun nodded.
“Good,” Yunho said and started fucking him again, harder and longer until Yoochun’s body couldn’t take the pleasure and it burst from him in a steady spray of white come all over his stomach.
Yunho practically howled again as Yoochun’s body pulsated around him. After only a few more seconds, Yunho spasmed again and added to the mess inside him.
They both collapsed, tired and dirty from the mix of come, sweat and soil.
“Are you going to let me do that as a wolf, or do I have to wait another month?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun chuckled. “I don’t know. Think your wolf can seduce me?”
“Easily.”
“Okay.”
Yunho smiled, and then his face tightened. He pulled himself away from Yoochun and staggered, body shifting and curling, and again, Yoochun couldn’t watch. He turned his head until the noises of snapping bones and shifting flesh stopped.
Yunho licked his face and Yoochun turned and hugged him tightly. “This sucks. I don’t even get you for a full night, just as long as the moon is in the sky.”
With a sigh, Yoochun stood up. They both went to the nearby stream to wash off and then back to their little burrow to sleep.
As promised, Yunho seduced him in wolf form. It took just long enough for Yoochun to wake up with a rough tongue on his dick. He moaned, spreading his legs. The wolf whined and lowered his tongue to Yoochun’s balls. Yoochun blinked trying to wake up some more, but even half asleep, he was lifting his legs, baring his entrance. The wolf licked at his hole, over and over, sliding his tongue deep in Yoochun’s body.
When it stopped, Yoochun whimpered in protest. He was so close to coming.
Warm fur covered his body and Yoochun opened his eyes, vision blurry already as Yunho hovered over him. He’d never done it this way with Changmin. Changmin always had him roll over. Instead, Yoochun lifted his legs, hooked his ankles around Yunho’s back and moaned, feeling the wolf’s hot penis against his body. It took two tries before Yunho slipped inside him all the way,
The wolf howled and Yoochun moaned. He grabbed around Yunho’s neck and buried his face in Yunho’s warm fur. The wolf moved fast, and Yoochun held on. It didn’t take very long for pleasure to arch through him. The rub of soft fur on his erection and the teasing tickle of it on his balls had Yoochun coming a lot faster than he thought possible.
He cried into Yunho’s neck and when he was done pulsing come all over his fur, he collapsed.
Yunho stayed over him, and come dropped wetly on Yoochun’s stomach.
Yoochun smiled up at Yunho and then said, “I’m going back to sleep.” He wasn’t sure if Yunho understood or not, but he was more than willing to cuddle back up with Yoochun.
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They traveled for days and days, weeks and then months. Yoochun grew to love the few short hours when Yunho was human so they could talk, although some nights they didn’t do much talking. They met with a lot of other wolves, werehumans and normal ones. A few tried to challenge Yunho, but they never lasted more than a few minutes of a fight.
After almost a full year, Yoochun gave up hope of ever seeing Changmin again.
One night, under the full moon, Yunho held Yoochun tightly as they floated through the waters of a clear lake.
“Do you want to go visit your family, mea luna?” Yunho asked. He’d been calling Yoochun, “my moon” for months, explaining that Yoochun was what made his world bright.
Yoochun turned his head up, accepting a small kiss on his lips. “I haven’t thought of them for months.”
“A mother never forgets her son,” Yunho said. “I’m sure she’s thought of you.”
“And now I feel guilty.”
Yunho chuckled, nuzzling his neck. “We are far away. It’ll take us a few weeks, another full moon before we travel back that way.”
Yoochun hummed and thought about going to his village and seeing his mother again. He did want to let her know that he was okay. But part of him wanted to stay as far away as he could. And yet … he wondered …
“You are thinking about Changmin again.”
Yoochun smiled and apologized.
“I am too,” Yunho said. “It has been a very long time since I’ve gone so long without seeing him.”
“I hope he’s okay.”
“Me, too.” Yunho carefully turned Yoochun around, and he wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist. Their lips met again, and then again, tongues reaching for the other. He loved kissing his wolf, but he loved kissing his human more. The press of human lips against his was an addicting feeling.
Yoochun lost track of the movement of the moon until his feet hit shallow ground, and Yunho broke away.
“The moon is almost gone,” Yunho said and smiled, “At least the one in the sky. I’m lucky enough to always have mea luna with me to light up my world.”
Yoochun blushes and their lips met softly one more time. He steadied himself and then turned and walked onto the shore. Yunho followed and managed to take a few steps before his body was wracked with pops and twists and fur covered his skin and his face elongated into a snout. That was Yoochun’s least favorite part. Yunho was beautiful as a man, and more than handsome as a wolf, but the shift was always so alarming. Yunho told him once that it felt like his skin and bones were on fire.
Yoochun smiled at him and Yunho nuzzled at his hand, licking the palm. They made their way to the forest, to where they had been sleeping for the last week. They settled down, Yunho shaking slightly and Yoochun stared up at the sky, wondering how Changmin was doing without someone there to comfort him after his shift.
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They changed directions, but they didn’t hurry, going through their days as they always did. Yoochun made a new bag from the hide of one of Yunho’s catches. He used it to carry dry tinder in case he needed to start a fire to eat cooked meat.
At the next full moon, Yunho pinned him below him on their bed of ferns and said, “You’re stalling, mea luna. Why?”
Yoochun put his arms around Yunho’s neck and hugged him close. “What if we do find Changmin? What if he challenges you? What if I leave you? What if I stay with you? What if …”
Yunho shut him up with a kiss. “I’ve been thinking about that, too. I can assure you that I won’t challenge him, because I know how much he means to you. Now, if he challenges me, I have to fight him, or withdraw. Then, in accordance with our laws, you will leave me. I don’t want that anymore than you do and I will fight for you, because you are worth fighting for. When I’m human all I think about is you, and when I’m a wolf all I want to be is next to you. You’re comforting and secure, and you’re a fantastic kisser.”
Yoochun laughed at that last one. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I don’t want to leave you either. I’m tempted to say forget about it, but you won’t rest until you’ve seen him again. I know you won’t.”
“I’m sorry. You must hate me so much.”
“Hate you, why would I hate you?”
“Because I’m holding on so tightly to someone. Someone who I was with for only a few short weeks and I’ve been with you for an entire cycle of seasons.”
Yunho smiled. “I don’t hate you because I understand. It’s hard to let go of someone you care about.”
They did not make love as humans that night. Yunho held Yoochun tightly against his chest until the round disc slipped under the mountain peaks.
The next morning, Yoochun decided that Yunho was right. He was stalling and getting to his village sooner just meant getting back out in the woods with Yunho sooner.
They ran for days, only stopping when they had to. Yoochun spent a lot of time thinking of how the village would change, or how his mother had changed, and how strong his younger brother was. He felt guilty for leaving him there, to grow up without his hyung. He wondered how much he had changed in the eyes of the villagers.
They arrived outside of the village a few days before the full moon. Something felt different, and it took Yoochun a few moments to figure out what it was. He could not see through the forest.
He knew that the tree line ended, but there was no light, no blue sky, no lighter green grass. Just darkness.
Confused, he walked forward, and saw a wall where a wall wasn’t before. It stretched as far as he could see and was almost triple his height.
Yunho nudged the back of his leg with his snout.
“They built a wall,” Yoochun mused. “Why … why would they build a wall …?”
He started walking, trailing his fingers on the smooth wood.
Yunho suddenly stopped, hackles rising, ears flat and teeth bared.
Yoochun stopped and stood even with him, hand in his hair. A few feet in front of him was a gap in the wood. Hearing strained, Yoochun picked up the sound of voices.
“Stay here,” he whispered and Yunho growled in negation. With a smile, Yoochun stepped closer and let himself make noise.
Immediately, two crossbows were pointed out the small opening, one right at him.
“Stop or I’ll shoot.”
Yoochun froze.
“Who are you? What business do you have here?”
“I am Yoochun Park, and I am here to visit my mother.”
“Y-Y-Yoochun Park was carried off with wolves and eaten almost a year ago.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Many men saw it. And the Park family is ostracized and not allowed visitors.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “What did they do?”
“It is not your concern. Leave-“
“There is a wolf with him,” the other man said panicked, and Yoochun and Yunho dove back into the trees as the crossbows went off.
They hid close by and watched the men tell their supervisor that the demon boy and his wolf had attacked him. This was worse than anything he could have thought. His family was ostracized and the village sequestered behind a wall, because men who saw him leave said he was dragged off and eaten and replaced by a demon.
Yunho put his head under Yoochun’s chin and Yoochun petted him absently. He wondered if he could sneak into the village at night. Probably not. He’d learned how to move stealthily over the last year, but not that well. Maybe Yunho could.
“Come on,” Yoochun said and stood up. He ran back into the woods, Yunho following him. It’d be much easier to plan this if Yunho was human. Well, he would wait until the full moon, talk to Yunho and then decide what to do.
Being in this area again didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had a year ago. Maybe his mother was right, when she comforted him years ago, that time would heal his wounds and time would heal the hearts and minds of those who tormented him.
Yoochun hoped that there was something out there to heal Changmin’s wounds. He could still see the pain and anguish on his human face when Yoochun told him to take him home.
Two days found them near Yoochun’s first camp and Yoochun turned away from it, unwilling to even see the tree and the roots. A few hours later, they found a deep gully. A huge rock was embedded in the side forming a perfect concave of rock for them to rest under. Yoochun sat down with his back against the cool wall and Yunho sat next to him, head on Yoochun’s lap.
Even if Yunho couldn’t understand everything in wolf form, Yoochun told him about the wall and about what the man said about the plans forming in his head for sneaking in.
Part 3: Third Chase
Part 1: First Choice
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