Mea Anima 1/?
Title: Mea Anima 1/?
Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17 incest, beastiality, under age, rape, abuse, implied!pedophilia
Disclaimer: Yet, again, they aren't mine to do anything more than create fancy stories.
Summary: Junsu lives under the firm hand of his uncle, doing chores and working on the farm. And bending over for him and the other men of the village almost every night. He knows nothing else but doesn't often think of escaping until he meets a wolf.
A/N: This fic is in the same world as the first two, but at a different place or a different time. In my brain, it is hundreds of years BEFORE Mea Luna, but it can also be looked at that it is just in a different place, across a mountain range or in another country/continent.
Warning: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Junsu is 15). There is rape in this one and abuse and implied!pedophilia. Junho DOES NOT rape Junsu or abuse him. That abuse is from other people.
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.
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Part 1:
Warning: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Junsu is 15). There is rape in this one and abuse and implied!pedophilia. Junho DOES NOT rape Junsu or abuse him. That abuse is from other people.
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This is not possible.
If it is not possible, it would not have happened.
But how has this happened?
I cannot answer that question, but it has happened, and no matter what, the child is mine. Wolf or man or both. It does not matter. The child is mine.
Your life is at risk.
Better mine than his.
His?
Yes. His. They are both boys. They are both healthy. If you were carrying the children then you could tell me what is going on, but you are not. You are their father. Trust me.
He cannot survive up here. With us.
You have.
I am not a newborn baby!
He will be fine, my mate. They both will be fine.
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12 Years Old
Junsu shivers in the cold water, wincing at the sting of the deeper cuts on his thighs and stomach. He can hear beyond the sounds of the forest to the village waking up in the morning. He has to hurry. He rubs his arms, wincing at the deeper bruises on his shoulder. His back aches from being pressed into the table last night.
The stream isn’t deep, but it’s enough to crouch down and clean the mess of blood and come from his ass and thighs.
He kneels carefully, water trickling around his upper thighs. He leans over, body aching and douses his head in the water. It’s still cold, this soon after winter, but it is more satisfying than washing from a bucket. He pulls his head up, gasping in oxygen and flings his head back, eyes shut mouth open. Cool water drips down his back from his long hair. He rubs his arms again, trying for warmth.
His name is shouted, the loud cry merely an echo this far from the village.
With a sigh, Junsu staggers to his feet, his body aching. He is late for chores. He shakes his head, spraying water everywhere, before turning toward the bank of the stream.
Junsu freezes, fear coiling through him at the site of the golden wolf on the bank.
It isn’t a large wolf, compared to some Junsu has seen, but Junsu won’t stand a chance if it decides to attack him. The wolf stares at him and sits back on his haunches, head tilted.
It’s the most human thing Junsu has ever seen an animal do and he finds himself smiling, fear giving way to cautiousness, and actually looking at the wolf. It’s fur is tan, a darker shade of honeycomb. With the sun streaming through the trees, the wolf almost glows. There is lighter fur around its muzzle and paws, and pure white down on its stomach. Its eyes are green. Not brown. Junsu frowns in confusion, wondering if it’s the light.
Slowly, so he won’t spook the wolf, Junsu moves toward the bank, hands out to show the wolf he has no weapons. If the wolf understands such a thing.
The wolf bares its teeth and growls, but does not move.
Junsu walks up on the muddy bank to where he left his clothes. He falls to his knees to grab his shirt, turns and jerks back. The wolf is next to him. Right in his face. Junsu twists quickly, falling to the ground, and then freezes at another growl from the wolf. He sits, hands behind him, legs spread and he tries to regulate his breathing and heartbeat.
Junsu is not afraid of wolves like many in the village. Or bears. Or snakes. Or spiders. He prefers animals to people. He has never been hit, hurt, bit, or injured by an animal before.
But the wolf is making him nervous. Smelling the air around him. Sniffing at his skin.
A wet snout touches at his knee. The wolf is smelling him.
Junsu shivers as the nose trails higher up his thigh. A very wet tongue laps at his inner thigh, going high enough to graze his soft dick. Junsu panics and grabs the wolf’s fur (soft, he notes) before pushing it away.
The wolf lifts its head and snarls at him.
Junsu shifts back until he hits a tree. The wolf follows, still growling, head lowered. Stalking him. His tongue trails up his thigh again.
Junsu whimpers.
There is a sound in the woods. A footstep too close, and the wolf freezes and then bolts away in a golden streak.
Junsu lays against the tree, shivering almost crying.
“Junsu!” his name his shouted, closer.
Junsu scrambles to where his clothes are. He can hear whoever is searching for him. He dresses quickly and then goes in an arc, away from his uncle. Already late, he does not have time to be punished, and there are already enough welts on his back and bruises on his arms. His chores will be difficult enough without more bruises. He slips quickly and silently around the edge of the farm and into the barn to take care of the animals.
14 Years Old
Junsu looks for the wolf every time he is in the woods. He sees only glimpses of the golden fur. He isn’t sure why he is so obsessed with seeing it again, beyond just knowing that it was real and he did not imagine that day. He bathes in the stream, in the same spot, until his uncle discovers his sanctuary and destroys it, throwing Junsu over a log and flogging him with his belt until Junsu is whimpering and practically passed out with blood, and then come, dripping down his legs.
He hides in trees instead, escaping to the beauty and silence of the forests, for as long as he can, postponing his chores to the latest moment before being punished for being lazy. Switches, belts, paddles, wooden spoons, and hands all leave marks, bruises and cuts on his skin. Every day, every week.
Every night, he is used and sold and fucked by his uncle and the others in the village. Visitors at the inn, whoever wants him at the saloon and has the money to pay for him to whimper and beg beneath them.
And Junsu is supposed to be grateful. He owes them, so he cleans and works and lets his body be used because he has to pay them back. His aunt and uncle took him in after his father and his mother were killed by wolves. Torn apart and eaten.
Words that are supposed to make Junsu afraid. But a wolf has never hurt him. A wolf has never made him bleed.
Animals do not injure on purpose. Animals do not expect anything from him.
At night, when he can’t sleep from the pain and the shaking, he stares out into the forests that so many are afraid of and wonders what it could be like to live within them.
15 Years Old
Junsu bites his lip against a cry, his naked body rocked into the table. His fingers squeeze the edge, fighting off tears. If he cries, they will only mock him more. He does not know how many men are there, their laughter and jeers morphing into one. His head is doused with mead, and it drips into his eyes, stinging. His head is suddenly lifted by a large hand in his hair. Bitter cock is thrust past his lips, and the tears fall as he is used from both ends. He fights the urge to bite down, trying to sink into himself. The less he fights it, the sooner it is over, and he can sleep, recover, wait for the next day.
Time passes. Pulses of come are forced into his throat and body. He gags on it, his cries ignored. His knees give up, and they do him on the floor, legs held up and open by one man while another fucks him and spits in his face.
There are only a few moments of rest between the men leaving and his uncle taking what is left of his soul, fucking him through the mess and belting his back until he is bleeding.
He is wavering between awake and sweet blissful oblivion.
He is kicked in the ribs and then in the ass.
“Clean this up before you go to bed,” his uncle demands. “You are a dirty bitch and made a huge mess.”
Junsu whimpers, curled in a ball, and waits until the sound of his boots on the stairs fades. Junsu lays on the floor, fighting the urge to pass out. He uses the table to stand, body sorer than normal. Warmth drips from the lashes on his back and from between his legs. He bites his lip against cries, but the pain forces whimpers from his throat. He moves to the back door, pushing it open. Falling to his knees, he shoves two fingers in his mouth, down his throat, and forces everything that he has swallowed out of his body, retching until he is almost too weak to move.
But he moves, crawling away from the house, away from the village, until he forces himself up, on his feet and he staggers into the woods, wind ripping the tears from his face. The almost-full moon lights his way through his sanctuary.
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Junsu groans, wincing at the pain in his head, in his body, and the bright sunlight permeating his closed eyes. He tries to move his stiff body and freezes when he hits soft warmth.
Sitting up with a cry, Junsu twists and stares, wide-eyed, mouth open, at the golden fur laying beside him.
The wolf looks up at him from where its head lays on its paws. Its mouth opens in a yawn.
A reluctant smile tugs at Junsu’s lips. The wolf lifts its haunches, stretching, mouth opening again, wider, showing off sharp teeth, and then it stands and moves over Junsu.
Junsu shies away from it, but his body hurts and he has to stop and breathe. He waits to be afraid.
The wolf licks him. A cut on his shoulder. It stings, but Junsu does not move. Its tongue travels down his arm and then on his chest. His stomach. Junsu leans back, shivering under the touch. There is blood all over him, from smaller cuts and deeper welts. He sighs, relaxing, and lets the wolf lick him.
Until that tongue twists around his cock and balls, and then Junsu cries out and jerks away, curling in on himself.
The wolf whimpers and its tongue travels over Junsu’s whipped back. It’s so soft and so gentle, touches that Junsu rarely receives. His chest tightens, his heart aches. He buries his face in his arms and cries.
The wolf whines and nudges his arm.
Junsu twists away from him, but the wolf is persistent and shoves its head under Junsu’s arm and licks at his cheek. Junsu sniffs, but moves his arm. The wolf settles next to him, green eyes slowly closing.
It’s late in the morning.
Junsu will be in a lot of trouble when he gets home. Still, he puts his arm around the wolf’s neck and lets himself fall back to sleep.
He wakes up to growling, eyes slowly blinking open. His body is even stiffer than it was the first time he woke up.
“Junsu!”
Junsu attempts to sit up quickly, head swimming. He moans and falls back to the ground, eyes shutting.
“Get back, demon.”
Junsu feels fur on his skin and his eyes open and then widen. The wolf is standing over him, growling at his uncle and their neighbor. Both have arrows trained on the wolf.
“Junsu, get away from the wolf.”
Junsu blinks slowly and moves his hands just enough to touch the wolf’s flank. The wolf moves next to him and lets Junsu use its body to finally sit up. He is really tired. And hungry. And thirsty.
“Junsu!”
He meets his uncle’s eyes and tries to smile. “I’m fine.”
“You won’t be once you get home. You ungrateful whelp, running away. Your aunt had to clean up your mess this morning.”
Junsu vaguely remembers the night before and shakes his head. “Not my mess.”
“Get away from the wolf before it hurts you.”
Junsu laughs, high pitched and wild. “Because I’ll be safe with you?” He pets the wolf’s soft fur and leans against its strong body.
His uncle steps forward, and the wolf growls, baring its teeth. The arrow lifts.
“Stop,” Junsu says, moving his body closer to the wolf’s head. “He will kill you.”
The wolf stops growling and sits back on its haunches.
Junsu uses the support to stand. He’s still naked, and he watches, stomach twisting in disgust, as his uncle’s eyes darken with lust and travel over his skin. As soon as he is in reach, his uncle backhands him across the face.
Junsu should have expected that.
He falls to the ground with a cry that is lost in the growl of the wolf. Golden fur rushes past him and his uncle screams and Junsu hears cloth tearing and more cries. He manages to turn around and sees the wolf with his mouth around his uncle’s leg, yanking on it.
The neighbor is cradling his bleeding arm, trying to get to his knife.
“Stop!” Junsu says. “Stop!”
The wolf releases his uncle immediately and moves over to stand by Junsu again. Junsu puts his arm around the wolf’s shoulders.
Everything is quiet besides the heaving breathing from the two men.
“Little shit,” his uncle snaps while ripping open his pant leg. There is blood everywhere. He curses again, fumbling for his knife. “I bet you trained it to attack me.”
“No.”
“Just waiting for a moment, huh? You whore. You ugly piece of shit.”
There are sounds of movement from the trees. His uncle calls for help.
Junsu’s eyes widen. There are more men, more of them. He pushes at the wolf. “Go. Go away. They’ll kill you.”
The wolf whines and licks his cheek.
“Go!”
With a snarl, the wolf grabs his arm in its jaws and pulls. One of his fangs cuts into Junsu’s skin, and he cries out.
“They’re over here!” a voice says.
The wolf pulls again, moving Junsu.
“Go with it, demon whore,” his uncle says. “You’re naked, with no food. You won’t survive and he’ll eat you. If I see you in the village again, I’ll kill you.”
Junsu gapes at him for a moment. The wolf whines and pulls at him again. Staggering, Junsu gets to his feet. He takes a few steps and his knee buckles. There are more noises, more shouts. The wolf moves right next to him. Junsu puts his hand on its back for support and limps away from his uncle. He throws looks behind him, wondering if they’ll follow. He’s too weak to move quickly, but the wolf does not try to hurry him along, and he assumes they are okay.
The bite on his arm bleeds for a long time. Junsu has nothing to stop it with.
But the wolf leads him to a deep pool of water at the bend of a river. With a small smile, Junsu splashes in, not even hesitating. The water is cold on his skin, but warm enough. It swirls pink around his arm.
The wolf sits on the bank, staring back the way they came.
Junsu ponders it for a moment and then ducks his head under the water, cleaning his body of the dirt, blood and grime left from his uncle.
The entirety of the situation hits him and he surfaces spluttering water from his mouth.
Free.
It’s the first thing in his mind.
Freedom.
Sure, he’s naked with no clothes or food or shelter or weapons. But there are plenty of things for him to eat in the forests. Eventually, he’ll find something to cover himself with, even if it’s a leaf. But if it’s just him and the wolf, then he won’t have to cover up anyway.
The wolf.
Junsu stares at the wolf, its golden fur glowing in the day light.
The wolf helped him. Why?
Why would a wolf do such a thing?
It turns his head and yips at Junsu. A happy sound that has Junsu smiling back. He climbs from the river, body not as sore. The bite in his arm isn’t bleeding as much. The wolf lifts its head and licks the wound. Junsu smiles and rubs between its ears. With another happy sound, the wolf leads the way away from the river.
Junsu waits for a moment, but he has no other options, really, except being alone. The wolf defended him once, he probably would again. With no weapons and no shelter, Junsu knows that being with the wolf is his best option.
They walk until Junsu is too tired to move much further. His stomach is growling, curling with hunger. The wolf whines in concern when Junsu stops to lean against a tree. He’s used to being hungry, but not like this.
“Just very hungry,” Junsu says and scratches his head.
The wolf ponders him and then trots off. He stops, turns, yips at Junsu, and continues. Junsu sighs, steadies himself against the tree and continues walking. The wolf makes sure he is still following all the way to a wide field.
Junsu stops in surprise. The field is overgrown, but he can tell that it had been cultivated at one point. There is a crumbling stone structure on the far side. The wolf stays in the cover of the trees. After a few hundred feet, the wild growth becomes rows. It’s an orchard. Or it was an orchard.
The air is thick with the scent of overripe fruit. Junsu eagerly finds an apple tree, its boughs still heavy with the summer harvest. He picks one, checks it for worms, and bites into it. The sweetness is sharp on his tongue. Juice trickles down his chin. He devours the fruit and moves down a few rows to a peach tree. The fruit on the tree is too high to reach, so he picks up one from the ground that isn’t too bad. Again, the juice explodes down his chin.
The wolf nudges him in the side and Junsu smiles down at him. With a yip, the wolf lifts on its hind legs, paws at Junsu’s shoulders, and Junsu tumbles to ground, fruit smashing below him. The wolf licks at his face, and Junsu laughs while trying to push him away. Finally the wolf lets him up.
“Now, I need another bath,” Junsu says, the juice drying sticky on his back and arms. It stings in his cuts, but not enough that he can’t bear it.
The wolf yips and trots back through the trees. Junsu finishes his peach as they walk. He picks a few cherries on another tree, the fruit heavy with juice. The wolf leads him around the field and stops at the tree line. He sits but looks at the tumbling ruins of the house. Junsu follows his gaze and sees the unmistakable tops of vegetables. It must have been a garden at some point. He is careful and makes sure he is alone before walking into the garden. Most of the vegetables have been eaten, but he finds carrots still buried in the ground and a few peapods.
The sun is setting to the west, throwing golden light over the crumbled house and fields. He wonders if there are clothes in the building, but it does not look safe to go searching. Instead, he grabs a few more carrots, since he can hold their tops easily, something to eat later in the night, and walks back to the wolf. He feels stronger and better with food in his stomach.
“Now what?” Junsu asks.
The wolf licks his hand, turns away and leads him back into the woods. They walk until the sun disappears. Shadows deepen in the woods. Trees rustle in the wind and the temperature drops. Junsu shivers, but he isn’t worried. It’s late summer, not the dead of winter. He is used to being naked most of the time.
The wolf walks down a small embankment. Nestled in the side is a giant, hollowed out log, an old tree that had fallen a long time ago. The wolf sniffs, makes sure that there is nothing inside of it, and then jumps down on the inner curve. It doesn’t look sturdy, but the log doesn’t move at all with the weight of the wolf. Carefully, Junsu climbs down next to him. The wind is blocked immediately. The wolf licks at his face. Junsu laughs and wraps his arms around the wolf.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you so much.”
Part 2: Second Fate
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Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17 incest, beastiality, under age, rape, abuse, implied!pedophilia
Disclaimer: Yet, again, they aren't mine to do anything more than create fancy stories.
Summary: Junsu lives under the firm hand of his uncle, doing chores and working on the farm. And bending over for him and the other men of the village almost every night. He knows nothing else but doesn't often think of escaping until he meets a wolf.
A/N: This fic is in the same world as the first two, but at a different place or a different time. In my brain, it is hundreds of years BEFORE Mea Luna, but it can also be looked at that it is just in a different place, across a mountain range or in another country/continent.
Warning: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Junsu is 15). There is rape in this one and abuse and implied!pedophilia. Junho DOES NOT rape Junsu or abuse him. That abuse is from other people.
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.
Poster made by jjneedscm (who is back-to-five on Tumblr and Twitter)
It's so beyond gorgeous, thank you!!!!!
Part 1:
Warning: This fic contains GRAPHIC bestiality, underage!smut (Junsu is 15). There is rape in this one and abuse and implied!pedophilia. Junho DOES NOT rape Junsu or abuse him. That abuse is from other people.
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This is not possible.
If it is not possible, it would not have happened.
But how has this happened?
I cannot answer that question, but it has happened, and no matter what, the child is mine. Wolf or man or both. It does not matter. The child is mine.
Your life is at risk.
Better mine than his.
His?
Yes. His. They are both boys. They are both healthy. If you were carrying the children then you could tell me what is going on, but you are not. You are their father. Trust me.
He cannot survive up here. With us.
You have.
I am not a newborn baby!
He will be fine, my mate. They both will be fine.
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12 Years Old
Junsu shivers in the cold water, wincing at the sting of the deeper cuts on his thighs and stomach. He can hear beyond the sounds of the forest to the village waking up in the morning. He has to hurry. He rubs his arms, wincing at the deeper bruises on his shoulder. His back aches from being pressed into the table last night.
The stream isn’t deep, but it’s enough to crouch down and clean the mess of blood and come from his ass and thighs.
He kneels carefully, water trickling around his upper thighs. He leans over, body aching and douses his head in the water. It’s still cold, this soon after winter, but it is more satisfying than washing from a bucket. He pulls his head up, gasping in oxygen and flings his head back, eyes shut mouth open. Cool water drips down his back from his long hair. He rubs his arms again, trying for warmth.
His name is shouted, the loud cry merely an echo this far from the village.
With a sigh, Junsu staggers to his feet, his body aching. He is late for chores. He shakes his head, spraying water everywhere, before turning toward the bank of the stream.
Junsu freezes, fear coiling through him at the site of the golden wolf on the bank.
It isn’t a large wolf, compared to some Junsu has seen, but Junsu won’t stand a chance if it decides to attack him. The wolf stares at him and sits back on his haunches, head tilted.
It’s the most human thing Junsu has ever seen an animal do and he finds himself smiling, fear giving way to cautiousness, and actually looking at the wolf. It’s fur is tan, a darker shade of honeycomb. With the sun streaming through the trees, the wolf almost glows. There is lighter fur around its muzzle and paws, and pure white down on its stomach. Its eyes are green. Not brown. Junsu frowns in confusion, wondering if it’s the light.
Slowly, so he won’t spook the wolf, Junsu moves toward the bank, hands out to show the wolf he has no weapons. If the wolf understands such a thing.
The wolf bares its teeth and growls, but does not move.
Junsu walks up on the muddy bank to where he left his clothes. He falls to his knees to grab his shirt, turns and jerks back. The wolf is next to him. Right in his face. Junsu twists quickly, falling to the ground, and then freezes at another growl from the wolf. He sits, hands behind him, legs spread and he tries to regulate his breathing and heartbeat.
Junsu is not afraid of wolves like many in the village. Or bears. Or snakes. Or spiders. He prefers animals to people. He has never been hit, hurt, bit, or injured by an animal before.
But the wolf is making him nervous. Smelling the air around him. Sniffing at his skin.
A wet snout touches at his knee. The wolf is smelling him.
Junsu shivers as the nose trails higher up his thigh. A very wet tongue laps at his inner thigh, going high enough to graze his soft dick. Junsu panics and grabs the wolf’s fur (soft, he notes) before pushing it away.
The wolf lifts its head and snarls at him.
Junsu shifts back until he hits a tree. The wolf follows, still growling, head lowered. Stalking him. His tongue trails up his thigh again.
Junsu whimpers.
There is a sound in the woods. A footstep too close, and the wolf freezes and then bolts away in a golden streak.
Junsu lays against the tree, shivering almost crying.
“Junsu!” his name his shouted, closer.
Junsu scrambles to where his clothes are. He can hear whoever is searching for him. He dresses quickly and then goes in an arc, away from his uncle. Already late, he does not have time to be punished, and there are already enough welts on his back and bruises on his arms. His chores will be difficult enough without more bruises. He slips quickly and silently around the edge of the farm and into the barn to take care of the animals.
14 Years Old
Junsu looks for the wolf every time he is in the woods. He sees only glimpses of the golden fur. He isn’t sure why he is so obsessed with seeing it again, beyond just knowing that it was real and he did not imagine that day. He bathes in the stream, in the same spot, until his uncle discovers his sanctuary and destroys it, throwing Junsu over a log and flogging him with his belt until Junsu is whimpering and practically passed out with blood, and then come, dripping down his legs.
He hides in trees instead, escaping to the beauty and silence of the forests, for as long as he can, postponing his chores to the latest moment before being punished for being lazy. Switches, belts, paddles, wooden spoons, and hands all leave marks, bruises and cuts on his skin. Every day, every week.
Every night, he is used and sold and fucked by his uncle and the others in the village. Visitors at the inn, whoever wants him at the saloon and has the money to pay for him to whimper and beg beneath them.
And Junsu is supposed to be grateful. He owes them, so he cleans and works and lets his body be used because he has to pay them back. His aunt and uncle took him in after his father and his mother were killed by wolves. Torn apart and eaten.
Words that are supposed to make Junsu afraid. But a wolf has never hurt him. A wolf has never made him bleed.
Animals do not injure on purpose. Animals do not expect anything from him.
At night, when he can’t sleep from the pain and the shaking, he stares out into the forests that so many are afraid of and wonders what it could be like to live within them.
15 Years Old
Junsu bites his lip against a cry, his naked body rocked into the table. His fingers squeeze the edge, fighting off tears. If he cries, they will only mock him more. He does not know how many men are there, their laughter and jeers morphing into one. His head is doused with mead, and it drips into his eyes, stinging. His head is suddenly lifted by a large hand in his hair. Bitter cock is thrust past his lips, and the tears fall as he is used from both ends. He fights the urge to bite down, trying to sink into himself. The less he fights it, the sooner it is over, and he can sleep, recover, wait for the next day.
Time passes. Pulses of come are forced into his throat and body. He gags on it, his cries ignored. His knees give up, and they do him on the floor, legs held up and open by one man while another fucks him and spits in his face.
There are only a few moments of rest between the men leaving and his uncle taking what is left of his soul, fucking him through the mess and belting his back until he is bleeding.
He is wavering between awake and sweet blissful oblivion.
He is kicked in the ribs and then in the ass.
“Clean this up before you go to bed,” his uncle demands. “You are a dirty bitch and made a huge mess.”
Junsu whimpers, curled in a ball, and waits until the sound of his boots on the stairs fades. Junsu lays on the floor, fighting the urge to pass out. He uses the table to stand, body sorer than normal. Warmth drips from the lashes on his back and from between his legs. He bites his lip against cries, but the pain forces whimpers from his throat. He moves to the back door, pushing it open. Falling to his knees, he shoves two fingers in his mouth, down his throat, and forces everything that he has swallowed out of his body, retching until he is almost too weak to move.
But he moves, crawling away from the house, away from the village, until he forces himself up, on his feet and he staggers into the woods, wind ripping the tears from his face. The almost-full moon lights his way through his sanctuary.
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Junsu groans, wincing at the pain in his head, in his body, and the bright sunlight permeating his closed eyes. He tries to move his stiff body and freezes when he hits soft warmth.
Sitting up with a cry, Junsu twists and stares, wide-eyed, mouth open, at the golden fur laying beside him.
The wolf looks up at him from where its head lays on its paws. Its mouth opens in a yawn.
A reluctant smile tugs at Junsu’s lips. The wolf lifts its haunches, stretching, mouth opening again, wider, showing off sharp teeth, and then it stands and moves over Junsu.
Junsu shies away from it, but his body hurts and he has to stop and breathe. He waits to be afraid.
The wolf licks him. A cut on his shoulder. It stings, but Junsu does not move. Its tongue travels down his arm and then on his chest. His stomach. Junsu leans back, shivering under the touch. There is blood all over him, from smaller cuts and deeper welts. He sighs, relaxing, and lets the wolf lick him.
Until that tongue twists around his cock and balls, and then Junsu cries out and jerks away, curling in on himself.
The wolf whimpers and its tongue travels over Junsu’s whipped back. It’s so soft and so gentle, touches that Junsu rarely receives. His chest tightens, his heart aches. He buries his face in his arms and cries.
The wolf whines and nudges his arm.
Junsu twists away from him, but the wolf is persistent and shoves its head under Junsu’s arm and licks at his cheek. Junsu sniffs, but moves his arm. The wolf settles next to him, green eyes slowly closing.
It’s late in the morning.
Junsu will be in a lot of trouble when he gets home. Still, he puts his arm around the wolf’s neck and lets himself fall back to sleep.
He wakes up to growling, eyes slowly blinking open. His body is even stiffer than it was the first time he woke up.
“Junsu!”
Junsu attempts to sit up quickly, head swimming. He moans and falls back to the ground, eyes shutting.
“Get back, demon.”
Junsu feels fur on his skin and his eyes open and then widen. The wolf is standing over him, growling at his uncle and their neighbor. Both have arrows trained on the wolf.
“Junsu, get away from the wolf.”
Junsu blinks slowly and moves his hands just enough to touch the wolf’s flank. The wolf moves next to him and lets Junsu use its body to finally sit up. He is really tired. And hungry. And thirsty.
“Junsu!”
He meets his uncle’s eyes and tries to smile. “I’m fine.”
“You won’t be once you get home. You ungrateful whelp, running away. Your aunt had to clean up your mess this morning.”
Junsu vaguely remembers the night before and shakes his head. “Not my mess.”
“Get away from the wolf before it hurts you.”
Junsu laughs, high pitched and wild. “Because I’ll be safe with you?” He pets the wolf’s soft fur and leans against its strong body.
His uncle steps forward, and the wolf growls, baring its teeth. The arrow lifts.
“Stop,” Junsu says, moving his body closer to the wolf’s head. “He will kill you.”
The wolf stops growling and sits back on its haunches.
Junsu uses the support to stand. He’s still naked, and he watches, stomach twisting in disgust, as his uncle’s eyes darken with lust and travel over his skin. As soon as he is in reach, his uncle backhands him across the face.
Junsu should have expected that.
He falls to the ground with a cry that is lost in the growl of the wolf. Golden fur rushes past him and his uncle screams and Junsu hears cloth tearing and more cries. He manages to turn around and sees the wolf with his mouth around his uncle’s leg, yanking on it.
The neighbor is cradling his bleeding arm, trying to get to his knife.
“Stop!” Junsu says. “Stop!”
The wolf releases his uncle immediately and moves over to stand by Junsu again. Junsu puts his arm around the wolf’s shoulders.
Everything is quiet besides the heaving breathing from the two men.
“Little shit,” his uncle snaps while ripping open his pant leg. There is blood everywhere. He curses again, fumbling for his knife. “I bet you trained it to attack me.”
“No.”
“Just waiting for a moment, huh? You whore. You ugly piece of shit.”
There are sounds of movement from the trees. His uncle calls for help.
Junsu’s eyes widen. There are more men, more of them. He pushes at the wolf. “Go. Go away. They’ll kill you.”
The wolf whines and licks his cheek.
“Go!”
With a snarl, the wolf grabs his arm in its jaws and pulls. One of his fangs cuts into Junsu’s skin, and he cries out.
“They’re over here!” a voice says.
The wolf pulls again, moving Junsu.
“Go with it, demon whore,” his uncle says. “You’re naked, with no food. You won’t survive and he’ll eat you. If I see you in the village again, I’ll kill you.”
Junsu gapes at him for a moment. The wolf whines and pulls at him again. Staggering, Junsu gets to his feet. He takes a few steps and his knee buckles. There are more noises, more shouts. The wolf moves right next to him. Junsu puts his hand on its back for support and limps away from his uncle. He throws looks behind him, wondering if they’ll follow. He’s too weak to move quickly, but the wolf does not try to hurry him along, and he assumes they are okay.
The bite on his arm bleeds for a long time. Junsu has nothing to stop it with.
But the wolf leads him to a deep pool of water at the bend of a river. With a small smile, Junsu splashes in, not even hesitating. The water is cold on his skin, but warm enough. It swirls pink around his arm.
The wolf sits on the bank, staring back the way they came.
Junsu ponders it for a moment and then ducks his head under the water, cleaning his body of the dirt, blood and grime left from his uncle.
The entirety of the situation hits him and he surfaces spluttering water from his mouth.
Free.
It’s the first thing in his mind.
Freedom.
Sure, he’s naked with no clothes or food or shelter or weapons. But there are plenty of things for him to eat in the forests. Eventually, he’ll find something to cover himself with, even if it’s a leaf. But if it’s just him and the wolf, then he won’t have to cover up anyway.
The wolf.
Junsu stares at the wolf, its golden fur glowing in the day light.
The wolf helped him. Why?
Why would a wolf do such a thing?
It turns his head and yips at Junsu. A happy sound that has Junsu smiling back. He climbs from the river, body not as sore. The bite in his arm isn’t bleeding as much. The wolf lifts its head and licks the wound. Junsu smiles and rubs between its ears. With another happy sound, the wolf leads the way away from the river.
Junsu waits for a moment, but he has no other options, really, except being alone. The wolf defended him once, he probably would again. With no weapons and no shelter, Junsu knows that being with the wolf is his best option.
They walk until Junsu is too tired to move much further. His stomach is growling, curling with hunger. The wolf whines in concern when Junsu stops to lean against a tree. He’s used to being hungry, but not like this.
“Just very hungry,” Junsu says and scratches his head.
The wolf ponders him and then trots off. He stops, turns, yips at Junsu, and continues. Junsu sighs, steadies himself against the tree and continues walking. The wolf makes sure he is still following all the way to a wide field.
Junsu stops in surprise. The field is overgrown, but he can tell that it had been cultivated at one point. There is a crumbling stone structure on the far side. The wolf stays in the cover of the trees. After a few hundred feet, the wild growth becomes rows. It’s an orchard. Or it was an orchard.
The air is thick with the scent of overripe fruit. Junsu eagerly finds an apple tree, its boughs still heavy with the summer harvest. He picks one, checks it for worms, and bites into it. The sweetness is sharp on his tongue. Juice trickles down his chin. He devours the fruit and moves down a few rows to a peach tree. The fruit on the tree is too high to reach, so he picks up one from the ground that isn’t too bad. Again, the juice explodes down his chin.
The wolf nudges him in the side and Junsu smiles down at him. With a yip, the wolf lifts on its hind legs, paws at Junsu’s shoulders, and Junsu tumbles to ground, fruit smashing below him. The wolf licks at his face, and Junsu laughs while trying to push him away. Finally the wolf lets him up.
“Now, I need another bath,” Junsu says, the juice drying sticky on his back and arms. It stings in his cuts, but not enough that he can’t bear it.
The wolf yips and trots back through the trees. Junsu finishes his peach as they walk. He picks a few cherries on another tree, the fruit heavy with juice. The wolf leads him around the field and stops at the tree line. He sits but looks at the tumbling ruins of the house. Junsu follows his gaze and sees the unmistakable tops of vegetables. It must have been a garden at some point. He is careful and makes sure he is alone before walking into the garden. Most of the vegetables have been eaten, but he finds carrots still buried in the ground and a few peapods.
The sun is setting to the west, throwing golden light over the crumbled house and fields. He wonders if there are clothes in the building, but it does not look safe to go searching. Instead, he grabs a few more carrots, since he can hold their tops easily, something to eat later in the night, and walks back to the wolf. He feels stronger and better with food in his stomach.
“Now what?” Junsu asks.
The wolf licks his hand, turns away and leads him back into the woods. They walk until the sun disappears. Shadows deepen in the woods. Trees rustle in the wind and the temperature drops. Junsu shivers, but he isn’t worried. It’s late summer, not the dead of winter. He is used to being naked most of the time.
The wolf walks down a small embankment. Nestled in the side is a giant, hollowed out log, an old tree that had fallen a long time ago. The wolf sniffs, makes sure that there is nothing inside of it, and then jumps down on the inner curve. It doesn’t look sturdy, but the log doesn’t move at all with the weight of the wolf. Carefully, Junsu climbs down next to him. The wind is blocked immediately. The wolf licks at his face. Junsu laughs and wraps his arms around the wolf.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you so much.”
Part 2: Second Fate
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