Mea Anima 3/?
Title: Mea Anima 3/?
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.
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Part 3:
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.
Over the next couple of full moons, Junho teaches Junsu how to hunt and skin his kills, what rocks to use in place of a knife, how to cook food underground, and how to weave a basket to carry vegetables in. They laugh and laugh at Junsu’s poor attempts at catching fish in his basket that falls apart in the currents of the river. But he gathers up more supplies and tries again.
And Junsu lets Junho kiss him, and he kisses Junho back. He grows daring enough to touch his brother’s body in the same way he touches the wolf: soft hands on his stomach and back, nails scratching up his side and shoulders. If only to see his brother smile. Junsu loves his brother’s smile.
He is still nervous when Junho touches too low or gets too aggressive. But Junho stops himself now. Usually before Junsu panics.
Junsu’s favorite thing is sitting against a tree or a rock, or laying in a meadow with his brother’s head on his thigh and running fingers through his hair while they watch the full moon creep across the sky. They usually spend the last few moments of the full moon this way.
“Junsu?”
Junsu makes a noise to show he is listening but he does not take his eyes off the moon that is falling closer to the horizon.
“I need to talk to you about something really important.”
He sits up, leaning on his hands for support. Junsu ponders him, looks at the way the moonlight reflects off his lips and in his eyes, and he decides that he wants a kiss. He sits up straight, hand sliding into Junho’s hair and pulls him close enough to kiss.
Junho does not protest and scoots closer. He wraps a hand around Junsu’s back and lowers him to the ground. Like always, he keeps his body off Junsu, pressed against his side instead. Junsu doesn’t mind the contact and he deepens the kiss.
“My love,” Junho gasps against his lips. “Wait.”
Junsu pouts as he softens his hold and lets Junho pull away.
Junho smiles down at him, presses a short kiss to his lips and then sits back up. He pulls Junsu up as well and brings his body close. Junsu sighs and sinks into his embrace, head tucked against Junho’s strong chest.
The moon is almost gone.
“We are getting closer to where our pack lives,” Junho says.
Junsu stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. “Okay.”
“It’s possible they have moved somewhere else, but I will be able to find them. But there is one ... problem? I don’t wish to call it a problem though. It is unfair to you.”
“Me?” Junsu says, sitting up to look at Junho’s green eyes reflecting the setting moon.
Junho takes a deep breath. “I am doing my best to make sure you are covered in my scent, but you are unclaimed. While the other wolves may know that you are my mate, you are not claimed and they may try to steal you from me.”
Junsu’s eyes widen. “What?”
“I will fight for you, to my death if need be, but they will try. Our race thrives on human touch, human bodies. It is what we crave. I love you, and I will not let them have you without a fight.”
Junsu feels his eyes sting with tears at the thought again of being forced and taken.
“Junsu, I’m young and appear strong to you, but there are others in my pack who are hundreds of years old. They are much stronger than I am.”
Junsu swallows and whispers, “If you claim me?”
“They may still try, but the temptation will be less.”
Junsu glances at the moon. It is disappearing fast.
Junho cups his cheeks quickly and turns his head back. “I did not tell you this to pressure you, mea anima. We are but a couple weeks away from the last place the pack was. We can continue on, or we can stay here, in this area, together for as long as you wish. There are no other wolves here. We can stay and make this place our home. Or at least for the next month. I wanted to tell you tonight, so you would have time to think about it.”
Junsu swallows roughly. He nods. “I will think about it.”
“I will not hurt you. I will not force you. Just being close to you is enough for me. I love you.”
“I love you,” Junsu gasps.
Junho smiles and nods and presses another firm kiss to his lips. “Until the full moon rises again, my heart.”
Junho reluctantly moves away from him and Junsu falls to his back, staring up at the stars that are shining brightly now that the moon is gone. He hears Junho’s transformation and a moment later warm fur is pressed against him. Junho licks his neck and Junsu smiles, lifting a hand to run it over his head.
“I’m not ready,” Junsu whispers. “I’m not. I ... I’m scared, but I will think about it.”
Junho huffs but does nothing more than curl next to him, finding a comfortable spot so they can sleep for the rest of the night.
Junsu does not sleep well. The air is colder during the night, and Junsu wonders if Junho will go south if Junsu wishes it. He has a few furs now, enough to keep the chill off his body when the wolf is not next to him. He builds fires to cook meat that Junho brings him, and he roasts vegetables under the heat of the ashes.
And he thinks about the offer to stay. He has no need to be with anyone else but Junho. And this area of the woods is perfect. There are plenty of trees for fruit and nuts, plenty of places to swim and sleep out of the cold. He has no idea if it will snow, but he can build a shelter.
They can stay. Just as they are.
But Junsu knows that Junho misses his pack. He misses their mother.
And Junsu does want to meet his mother; he thought his mother was dead.
It is selfish of him to keep Junho away just because he is scared.
Junsu isn’t sure why he’s so scared. It’s not like he hasn’t been fucked before. And even if it’s a wolf fucking him, it’s not like that’s the weirdest or strangest thing to be inserted into his body.
It’s different to have control over it. It’s different to be able to say no or stop and have Junho actually stop. It’s overwhelming to have this control. He loves the feel of Junho’s fur on his skin and under his hand. He loves the feel of Junho’s skin on his and under his hand. So what is he afraid of? Pain, yes; loss of control, definitely.
But Junho has done nothing to hurt him, save for the time almost four months ago where he bit his arm to pull him away from his uncle. The moments after Junho’s transformation were scary, but Junho has grown and has said that it is easier to control his wolf the longer Junsu is with him.
Over the next week, since Junho’s admission, the wolf has not once tried to lap at Junsu’s cock or slip his tongue between the cleft of Junsu’s ass.
Very rarely has Junsu ever felt pleasure. He’s been made to come and forced to come and held down while men have stroked his cock until he was begging them not to. But he has never come from pleasure. Not in the way the men have, thrusting inside him until he’s so stretched open that come drips from his body.
Is it possible he can even feel pleasure?
The answer to that is yes. Being with his brother, being next to his brother is pleasurable. Maybe not the same kind of pleasure, but it makes Junsu feel good. He never felt good with his uncle or any other man. He has only ever felt good with the animals, away from people, in the woods, on his own.
And maybe, here with just his wolf, it is okay to feel pleasure. At least a little bit. And by himself.
Junsu isn’t sure. He wishes Junho were human to ask. Maybe it will feel different if he does it himself, stroking himself, making himself come. He thinks about that for two weeks, but he can’t bring himself to do it.
But he lets Junho lick his body. Junho still does not lick too low, but at one point, when Junho licks at his thighs, Junsu does not protest. His breath hitches and speeds, and he tenses, so Junho eventually stops, but Junsu thinks about that moment, wondering if Junho was going to lick his cock, or try, and how he feels about that possibility.
Junsu shifts on his furs, staring up at the shimmering stars in the sky. Junho shifts with him, huffing through his nose. Green eyes blink open and he whines in worry.
Junsu smiles. “I’m okay.”
Junho’s head tilts.
“I’m fine. Just can’t sleep.”
Junho whines again and tries to move closer to him. Junsu laughs and turns to his side, wraps his arms around Junho’s strong body and twists until he’s almost encased in fur. It does feel very nice against his skin, Junsu will admit that.
Junho licks his shoulder and then his arm where he can reach.
That feels very nice, too.
After they wake one morning to a skiff of frost on the ground, Junho leads Junsu toward the river and down a small embankment. Hidden among the dirt and trees is a small cave, one just big enough for Junsu to kneel without hitting his head, but warm enough.
The night of the full moon, Junsu falls asleep in the glow of his small fire.
A soft touch up his thighs and stomach wake him.
Junsu smiles, stretching and turning to his back. The air is cold by the mouth of the cave. The furs are warm, but Junho’s body when he shifts and slides next to Junsu, is even hotter.
“Hi,” Junho whispers just before their lips touch.
Junsu’s smile widens and ruins the kiss. “Hi.”
Junho runs his hands over Junsu’s neck and cheeks. “You are so beautiful.”
A flush travels over Junsu’s body faster, but he feels pleasure at the compliment, not embarrassment.
He means to return the compliment, but Junho is kissing him again. He wraps his arms around Junho shoulders and tangles fingers into his hair. Their bodies align and Junsu’s breath speeds up at the feel of Junho’s erection on his thigh.
“Are you okay?” Junho asks and caresses his cheek.
Junsu nods. “Kisses. More.”
Junho laughs and kisses him some more. “You can talk to me, you know. Even if I’m a wolf. I know you’ve been thinking about me claiming you. I know you’ve been struggling with it. But you can talk to me. I can understand most of what you say when I’m a wolf.”
Junsu bites his lip and looks away.
Junho presses kisses down his neck. “I know you, I know your soul. I want you to talk to me.”
With a deep breath, Junsu whispers, “I don’t want you to think I’m afraid of you.”
Junho turns his face back and he smiles. “I know you’re not afraid of me.”
“I just ... I ... I don’t think I can anymore.”
“Can what?”
“S-sex or anything.”
Junho smiles and presses a kiss to his lips. Just a soft touch. “You wake up hard most mornings. So you definitely can. It’s just a matter of making sure you like it.”
Junsu blushes and nods.
“Can I touch you?” Junho asks, fingers trailing over his chest. “Just a little. I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to, but let me touch you first.”
Junsu thinks about that for a moment, slightly distracted from the touches on his chest and the kisses against his neck. He nods. “O-okay. Just ... a little.”
Junho smiles and moves his head up. “Look at me. My face. Okay?”
Junsu nods. Junho’s hands travels lower on his stomach, and Junsu’s breathing speeds up.
“Take a deep breath,” Junho whispers.
Junsu tries just as Junho cups his dick lightly. The breath is cut off halfway through his lungs, stuttering out of his throat in gasps. Junho presses his lips against Junsu’s neck, whispers something that Junsu cannot hear. It feels good. It does, but the images rolling through his mind are terrifying.
This is how it had started, with his uncle. Nothing violent or harsh. Small touches.
Junsu can’t remember when everything went violent.
Junho stops his hand and thumbs away the tears on Junsu’s cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Junho says immediately. “I’m asking a lot, I know.”
Junsu tries to steady his breathing.
“Do you want to try to touch me instead?” Junho asks.
Junsu meets his eyes and tilts his head, thinking. Maybe that will be easier. Very rarely was he ever demanded to touch.
Junho takes his hand and puts it on his stomach, just above his erection. “You can touch me. I want you to touch me.”
Junsu swallows and nods. He lets his hand fall, fingers tracing over skin. Junho shudders, eyes shutting for a moment. Junsu’s fingers curl around he soft head of Junho’s erection. He does nothing else but touch the heated skin.
Junho bites his lip, but the deep moan escapes his throat anyway. His hips jerk into the touch.
Junsu has to swallow again before gripping the shaft and tentatively twisting his hand. He presses his thumb to the crown.
“Okay?” Junho asks, voice catching on the word.
Junsu nods. “I ... I guess.”
Junho smiles. “Feels okay to me.”
Junsu laughs and tightens his grip, speeding up just a little. Junho moans, eyes shutting and hips lifting from the ground.
“Will you come and kiss me please?” Junho asks.
Begs, Junsu thinks, and he does not mind granting his brother’s request. He shifts to his side, lying against his brother, the sides of their bodies pressed together. He curls his hands over Junho’s erection again, stroking lightly, and leans over to kiss him. Their lips brush, pulling a smile from Junho. He reaches up with both hands, tangles his hands in Junsu’s hair (that is getting long, Junsu should probably get Junho to cut it) and kisses him fiercely. He moans, the noise twisting Junsu’s head and thoughts. He absolutely loves that he can make his brother whimper like that. He speeds up the pumps of his hand, tightening his grip when the skin slicks.
Junho slides a hand down his back, pulling a shiver from Junsu, but he doesn’t stop, since Junho’s touch is light, it’s not demanding or scary. He breaks away with a gasp, eyes shut for a moment and then opening. He cups Junsu’s cheeks, mouth open with heavy breaths.
“I love you,” he whispers, hand tightening on the back of Junsu’s neck.
Junsu opens his mouth to reply, but Junho moans, back arching, arm wrapping around his neck. His entire body tightens, on the edge, and he buries his face at Junsu’s neck, open mouth breathing heat to his skin. His hips twist, dislodging Junsu’s hand, and rock up, sliding his erection on Junsu’s leg. Junsu swallows, but moves his body, pressing close and onto his brother, his leg falling between Junho’s, and he spreads his legs, thrusting up against Junsu’s thigh. Junho moans and turns his head and kisses Junsu deeply.
His body shakes violently, and warmth splatters up along Junsu’s leg and hip and stomach. He breaks away with a gasp, falling to the ground, arms wrapping around Junsu to hold him close.
Junsu stays tense in his arms for a moment and then sags into them. It isn’t any different than when Junho usually holds him. Except for the mess of his brother’s release on his skin.
“Okay?” Junho manages to ask, lips near the shell of Junsu’s ear.
Junsu smiles. Even after coming, his brother is still so worried about him. He props up, enough to meet his brother’s eyes. He nods, runs his fingers down Junho’s cheek, and kisses him. Junho moans and slides his leg up, spreading the mess on Junsu’s skin.
It is a few more minutes of kisses and smiles until Junho has recovered enough to breathe properly.
“Was that scary?” Junho asks.
“No. It ... I don’t mind doing that to you at all. You like it so much.”
Junho smiles and sits them up. Junsu straddles his lap, hands cupping Junho’s face. “I want you to like it, too, mea anima.” He kisses him softly. Junho rubs his hands up and down Junsu’s body, spreading the mess of his release all over him.
Junsu makes a face and pulls away.
With a laugh, Junho says, “It is just another way to cover you in my scent, mea love. That is all.”
Junsu shivers and nods. He doesn’t exactly wish to be covered in any scent, but having his brother touch him is better than having strangers do it. And force him. Junsu realizes quite suddenly that he is not afraid at all kissing and pleasing his brother. He smiles even wider and kisses away Junho’s questions. He isn’t quite ready to let Junho do the same to him, but this he can do.
They kiss and touch, bodies hot from more than just the fire. The pleasure in Junsu’s body is different. Welcome and not scary. Junho’s hands stay on his sides and hips, on his arms and shoulders, and Junsu almost wants him to touch him somewhere else. Apprehension rises in him when he thinks he can ask, but he keeps his mouth shut against his brother’s and kisses him instead. He can feel his erection growing though. With every minute, it feels like it is going to explode with just a touch. Junsu shivers, tries to ask again and sucks on Junho’s neck instead.
He is well on his way to leaving a mark on his brother’s skin when Junho suddenly freezes and growls.
Junsu pulls away, trying not to let fear overcome him. “What?”
“We have visitors,” Junho whispers. “Stay behind me, okay?”
Junsu nods and climbs off his lap. Junho leaves the cave first, and Junsu follows. The air is cooler than earlier. Soft snowflakes are falling and covering everything in a scatter of soft white. The come on his skin cools, and he shivers, rubbing his bare arms. He stays behind Junho, and Junho reaches behind him, curling a hand around his back.
There are four men only a few meters away. One of them is covered with furs and heavy breeches. The other three are naked, teeth actually shining in the fading moonlight, growling.
Junsu hides behind Junho, arms bent and pressed against his back.
“Junho,” one says in surprise. “It’s been a long time. I thought that was your scent, but you are getting much better at hiding it.”
Junho stiffens. “Hello, Sehun, Jongin. Chanyeol, Baekhyun.”
The tallest one smiles. “Who is that hiding behind you?”
“My mate,” Junho states, almost daring them to disagree.
One of the naked men moves closer. “He does not smell like your mate.”
“He is.”
“He smells like ... pack.”
The other growls.
Junho puts his arms around Junsu and pulls him to his side. Junsu stays curled into his warmth, barely looking up at the four men.
“You did not believe me when I said that my brother was my mate,” Junho says. “He is my mate.”
“Not yet, he’s not.”
The only one in clothes puts a hand out and says, “Chanyeol, stop it. You’re like a horny pup.” The wolf growls, but the other only rolls his eyes.
He looks at Junsu and smiles. “Hi. I’m Baekhyun. These animals behind me are Chanyeol, my mate, and Sehun and Jongin.”
Junsu manages to whisper hello.
“We are shocked that Junho found you,” he continues, “though considering how stubborn Junho is, we should not be so surprised.”
Junho’s eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?”
“Calm down,” Jongin says. “We’re only on patrol. We caught a wolf scent a week back and followed it to make sure it wasn’t a threat. And I’m assuming you’re not a threat to your own pack.”
Junho growls back in his throat. “As long as you recognize my claim.”
“You think you can take us, pup?” Chanyeol says with another growl.
Again, Baekhyun shuts him up with a look and then smiles at Junho. “Technically, there isn’t a claim to recognize. You know I have control of this one.” He jerks his thumb at Chanyeol. “But the other two have every right to challenge you for him.”
Junsu whimpers and hides behind Junho again, arms wrapping around his bare waist.
“They are mates.”
“We don’t mind sharing,” Sehun says, baring his teeth.
“He is mine.”
“Then why haven’t you claimed him?” Chanyeol demands.
“Just because you can’t control yourself and fuck everything that you want doesn’t mean we all do,” Junho snaps, that growl still in the back of his throat.
Chanyeol answer the growl. “Watch yourself, little pup.”
Junho takes a few very deep breaths of control, and then turns his attention back to to Baekhyun. “Junsu has had a very rough life and he doesn’t want to have sex at all. The man professing to be his uncle raped him and let anyone willing to pay for him do the same. I will not have my mate thinking of me in the same way. So I am waiting until he says I can.”
Baekhyun tilts his head, pondering them. “That’s unusual.”
“We profess to love our mates, so isn’t it important to not cause them harm, and take care of them, especially when they are human and vulnerable? I will not force him.”
“Weak.”
“God, Chanyeol, shut up,” Baekhyun shouts.
Chanyeol glares at Junho and says nothing else.
Junho laughs. “As if you haven’t been doing whatever your human wishes for the last fifteen years.”
Baekhyun takes a deep breath. “Junho. Look, it is good to see you. It’s nice that you’re alive; your mother will be happy to know that you’re alive and that you found your brother. Are you coming back to the pack?”
Junho puts his arm around Junsu’s body and hugs him closer. “As soon as he is ready.”
“To be claimed,” Sehun says with a leer.
“If that’s what it takes,” Junho replies.
“I could rip him away from you in a second,” Chanyeol growls.
Baekhyun rubs his forehead with two fingers, muttering under his breath. He grabs Chanyeol’s elbow and turns him away. “We’re going to go find someplace to fuck out his aggression for the rest of the full moon,” he says. “Technically, you aren’t in our territory. If you want pack protection until Junsu is ready, you better move.”
“After the three of them have threatened to take him from me?”
“Better the devils you know,” Jongin says and salutes them. He catches up to Baekhyun and drapes his arms around his shoulders. Chanyeol growls, but calms when Sehun takes his hand.
Junho stays still until the four are out of sight. Junsu’s shivering has him hurrying them back into the cave. He covers Junsu with furs and goes to the fire to stir up the flames and add another piece of wood.
“I’d much rather you fuck me than them,” Junsu mutters.
Junho smiles and moves to him, gathering him close and rubbing his arms. “I know, but you aren’t ready yet.”
“Will they come back?”
“No,” Junho says. “Baekhyun has a very firm control on his mate, and Sehun does what Chanyeol does, and Jongin follows his mate.”
“They are both wolves, but mated?”
Junho nods. “It surprised even them, but history says that it has happened before.”
Junsu sighs and tilts his head up. “I’m afraid.”
“I know.”
“I want you to claim me so they cannot.”
Junho nods and presses a kiss to his lips. “I know. I will. I promise. But not ... not now. The moon is too far gone and in my haste I may end up hurting you and I do not want to hurt you. And it will give you some time to think it over some more.”
Junsu nods and buries his face in Junho’s neck. Junho holds him tightly, rubbing his arms and back until the moon drops beneath the horizon and the darkness steals him away.
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Part 4: Fourth Fool
Part 2: Second Fate
Part 1: First Freedom
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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 3:
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.
Over the next couple of full moons, Junho teaches Junsu how to hunt and skin his kills, what rocks to use in place of a knife, how to cook food underground, and how to weave a basket to carry vegetables in. They laugh and laugh at Junsu’s poor attempts at catching fish in his basket that falls apart in the currents of the river. But he gathers up more supplies and tries again.
And Junsu lets Junho kiss him, and he kisses Junho back. He grows daring enough to touch his brother’s body in the same way he touches the wolf: soft hands on his stomach and back, nails scratching up his side and shoulders. If only to see his brother smile. Junsu loves his brother’s smile.
He is still nervous when Junho touches too low or gets too aggressive. But Junho stops himself now. Usually before Junsu panics.
Junsu’s favorite thing is sitting against a tree or a rock, or laying in a meadow with his brother’s head on his thigh and running fingers through his hair while they watch the full moon creep across the sky. They usually spend the last few moments of the full moon this way.
“Junsu?”
Junsu makes a noise to show he is listening but he does not take his eyes off the moon that is falling closer to the horizon.
“I need to talk to you about something really important.”
He sits up, leaning on his hands for support. Junsu ponders him, looks at the way the moonlight reflects off his lips and in his eyes, and he decides that he wants a kiss. He sits up straight, hand sliding into Junho’s hair and pulls him close enough to kiss.
Junho does not protest and scoots closer. He wraps a hand around Junsu’s back and lowers him to the ground. Like always, he keeps his body off Junsu, pressed against his side instead. Junsu doesn’t mind the contact and he deepens the kiss.
“My love,” Junho gasps against his lips. “Wait.”
Junsu pouts as he softens his hold and lets Junho pull away.
Junho smiles down at him, presses a short kiss to his lips and then sits back up. He pulls Junsu up as well and brings his body close. Junsu sighs and sinks into his embrace, head tucked against Junho’s strong chest.
The moon is almost gone.
“We are getting closer to where our pack lives,” Junho says.
Junsu stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. “Okay.”
“It’s possible they have moved somewhere else, but I will be able to find them. But there is one ... problem? I don’t wish to call it a problem though. It is unfair to you.”
“Me?” Junsu says, sitting up to look at Junho’s green eyes reflecting the setting moon.
Junho takes a deep breath. “I am doing my best to make sure you are covered in my scent, but you are unclaimed. While the other wolves may know that you are my mate, you are not claimed and they may try to steal you from me.”
Junsu’s eyes widen. “What?”
“I will fight for you, to my death if need be, but they will try. Our race thrives on human touch, human bodies. It is what we crave. I love you, and I will not let them have you without a fight.”
Junsu feels his eyes sting with tears at the thought again of being forced and taken.
“Junsu, I’m young and appear strong to you, but there are others in my pack who are hundreds of years old. They are much stronger than I am.”
Junsu swallows and whispers, “If you claim me?”
“They may still try, but the temptation will be less.”
Junsu glances at the moon. It is disappearing fast.
Junho cups his cheeks quickly and turns his head back. “I did not tell you this to pressure you, mea anima. We are but a couple weeks away from the last place the pack was. We can continue on, or we can stay here, in this area, together for as long as you wish. There are no other wolves here. We can stay and make this place our home. Or at least for the next month. I wanted to tell you tonight, so you would have time to think about it.”
Junsu swallows roughly. He nods. “I will think about it.”
“I will not hurt you. I will not force you. Just being close to you is enough for me. I love you.”
“I love you,” Junsu gasps.
Junho smiles and nods and presses another firm kiss to his lips. “Until the full moon rises again, my heart.”
Junho reluctantly moves away from him and Junsu falls to his back, staring up at the stars that are shining brightly now that the moon is gone. He hears Junho’s transformation and a moment later warm fur is pressed against him. Junho licks his neck and Junsu smiles, lifting a hand to run it over his head.
“I’m not ready,” Junsu whispers. “I’m not. I ... I’m scared, but I will think about it.”
Junho huffs but does nothing more than curl next to him, finding a comfortable spot so they can sleep for the rest of the night.
Junsu does not sleep well. The air is colder during the night, and Junsu wonders if Junho will go south if Junsu wishes it. He has a few furs now, enough to keep the chill off his body when the wolf is not next to him. He builds fires to cook meat that Junho brings him, and he roasts vegetables under the heat of the ashes.
And he thinks about the offer to stay. He has no need to be with anyone else but Junho. And this area of the woods is perfect. There are plenty of trees for fruit and nuts, plenty of places to swim and sleep out of the cold. He has no idea if it will snow, but he can build a shelter.
They can stay. Just as they are.
But Junsu knows that Junho misses his pack. He misses their mother.
And Junsu does want to meet his mother; he thought his mother was dead.
It is selfish of him to keep Junho away just because he is scared.
Junsu isn’t sure why he’s so scared. It’s not like he hasn’t been fucked before. And even if it’s a wolf fucking him, it’s not like that’s the weirdest or strangest thing to be inserted into his body.
It’s different to have control over it. It’s different to be able to say no or stop and have Junho actually stop. It’s overwhelming to have this control. He loves the feel of Junho’s fur on his skin and under his hand. He loves the feel of Junho’s skin on his and under his hand. So what is he afraid of? Pain, yes; loss of control, definitely.
But Junho has done nothing to hurt him, save for the time almost four months ago where he bit his arm to pull him away from his uncle. The moments after Junho’s transformation were scary, but Junho has grown and has said that it is easier to control his wolf the longer Junsu is with him.
Over the next week, since Junho’s admission, the wolf has not once tried to lap at Junsu’s cock or slip his tongue between the cleft of Junsu’s ass.
Very rarely has Junsu ever felt pleasure. He’s been made to come and forced to come and held down while men have stroked his cock until he was begging them not to. But he has never come from pleasure. Not in the way the men have, thrusting inside him until he’s so stretched open that come drips from his body.
Is it possible he can even feel pleasure?
The answer to that is yes. Being with his brother, being next to his brother is pleasurable. Maybe not the same kind of pleasure, but it makes Junsu feel good. He never felt good with his uncle or any other man. He has only ever felt good with the animals, away from people, in the woods, on his own.
And maybe, here with just his wolf, it is okay to feel pleasure. At least a little bit. And by himself.
Junsu isn’t sure. He wishes Junho were human to ask. Maybe it will feel different if he does it himself, stroking himself, making himself come. He thinks about that for two weeks, but he can’t bring himself to do it.
But he lets Junho lick his body. Junho still does not lick too low, but at one point, when Junho licks at his thighs, Junsu does not protest. His breath hitches and speeds, and he tenses, so Junho eventually stops, but Junsu thinks about that moment, wondering if Junho was going to lick his cock, or try, and how he feels about that possibility.
Junsu shifts on his furs, staring up at the shimmering stars in the sky. Junho shifts with him, huffing through his nose. Green eyes blink open and he whines in worry.
Junsu smiles. “I’m okay.”
Junho’s head tilts.
“I’m fine. Just can’t sleep.”
Junho whines again and tries to move closer to him. Junsu laughs and turns to his side, wraps his arms around Junho’s strong body and twists until he’s almost encased in fur. It does feel very nice against his skin, Junsu will admit that.
Junho licks his shoulder and then his arm where he can reach.
That feels very nice, too.
After they wake one morning to a skiff of frost on the ground, Junho leads Junsu toward the river and down a small embankment. Hidden among the dirt and trees is a small cave, one just big enough for Junsu to kneel without hitting his head, but warm enough.
The night of the full moon, Junsu falls asleep in the glow of his small fire.
A soft touch up his thighs and stomach wake him.
Junsu smiles, stretching and turning to his back. The air is cold by the mouth of the cave. The furs are warm, but Junho’s body when he shifts and slides next to Junsu, is even hotter.
“Hi,” Junho whispers just before their lips touch.
Junsu’s smile widens and ruins the kiss. “Hi.”
Junho runs his hands over Junsu’s neck and cheeks. “You are so beautiful.”
A flush travels over Junsu’s body faster, but he feels pleasure at the compliment, not embarrassment.
He means to return the compliment, but Junho is kissing him again. He wraps his arms around Junho shoulders and tangles fingers into his hair. Their bodies align and Junsu’s breath speeds up at the feel of Junho’s erection on his thigh.
“Are you okay?” Junho asks and caresses his cheek.
Junsu nods. “Kisses. More.”
Junho laughs and kisses him some more. “You can talk to me, you know. Even if I’m a wolf. I know you’ve been thinking about me claiming you. I know you’ve been struggling with it. But you can talk to me. I can understand most of what you say when I’m a wolf.”
Junsu bites his lip and looks away.
Junho presses kisses down his neck. “I know you, I know your soul. I want you to talk to me.”
With a deep breath, Junsu whispers, “I don’t want you to think I’m afraid of you.”
Junho turns his face back and he smiles. “I know you’re not afraid of me.”
“I just ... I ... I don’t think I can anymore.”
“Can what?”
“S-sex or anything.”
Junho smiles and presses a kiss to his lips. Just a soft touch. “You wake up hard most mornings. So you definitely can. It’s just a matter of making sure you like it.”
Junsu blushes and nods.
“Can I touch you?” Junho asks, fingers trailing over his chest. “Just a little. I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to, but let me touch you first.”
Junsu thinks about that for a moment, slightly distracted from the touches on his chest and the kisses against his neck. He nods. “O-okay. Just ... a little.”
Junho smiles and moves his head up. “Look at me. My face. Okay?”
Junsu nods. Junho’s hands travels lower on his stomach, and Junsu’s breathing speeds up.
“Take a deep breath,” Junho whispers.
Junsu tries just as Junho cups his dick lightly. The breath is cut off halfway through his lungs, stuttering out of his throat in gasps. Junho presses his lips against Junsu’s neck, whispers something that Junsu cannot hear. It feels good. It does, but the images rolling through his mind are terrifying.
This is how it had started, with his uncle. Nothing violent or harsh. Small touches.
Junsu can’t remember when everything went violent.
Junho stops his hand and thumbs away the tears on Junsu’s cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Junho says immediately. “I’m asking a lot, I know.”
Junsu tries to steady his breathing.
“Do you want to try to touch me instead?” Junho asks.
Junsu meets his eyes and tilts his head, thinking. Maybe that will be easier. Very rarely was he ever demanded to touch.
Junho takes his hand and puts it on his stomach, just above his erection. “You can touch me. I want you to touch me.”
Junsu swallows and nods. He lets his hand fall, fingers tracing over skin. Junho shudders, eyes shutting for a moment. Junsu’s fingers curl around he soft head of Junho’s erection. He does nothing else but touch the heated skin.
Junho bites his lip, but the deep moan escapes his throat anyway. His hips jerk into the touch.
Junsu has to swallow again before gripping the shaft and tentatively twisting his hand. He presses his thumb to the crown.
“Okay?” Junho asks, voice catching on the word.
Junsu nods. “I ... I guess.”
Junho smiles. “Feels okay to me.”
Junsu laughs and tightens his grip, speeding up just a little. Junho moans, eyes shutting and hips lifting from the ground.
“Will you come and kiss me please?” Junho asks.
Begs, Junsu thinks, and he does not mind granting his brother’s request. He shifts to his side, lying against his brother, the sides of their bodies pressed together. He curls his hands over Junho’s erection again, stroking lightly, and leans over to kiss him. Their lips brush, pulling a smile from Junho. He reaches up with both hands, tangles his hands in Junsu’s hair (that is getting long, Junsu should probably get Junho to cut it) and kisses him fiercely. He moans, the noise twisting Junsu’s head and thoughts. He absolutely loves that he can make his brother whimper like that. He speeds up the pumps of his hand, tightening his grip when the skin slicks.
Junho slides a hand down his back, pulling a shiver from Junsu, but he doesn’t stop, since Junho’s touch is light, it’s not demanding or scary. He breaks away with a gasp, eyes shut for a moment and then opening. He cups Junsu’s cheeks, mouth open with heavy breaths.
“I love you,” he whispers, hand tightening on the back of Junsu’s neck.
Junsu opens his mouth to reply, but Junho moans, back arching, arm wrapping around his neck. His entire body tightens, on the edge, and he buries his face at Junsu’s neck, open mouth breathing heat to his skin. His hips twist, dislodging Junsu’s hand, and rock up, sliding his erection on Junsu’s leg. Junsu swallows, but moves his body, pressing close and onto his brother, his leg falling between Junho’s, and he spreads his legs, thrusting up against Junsu’s thigh. Junho moans and turns his head and kisses Junsu deeply.
His body shakes violently, and warmth splatters up along Junsu’s leg and hip and stomach. He breaks away with a gasp, falling to the ground, arms wrapping around Junsu to hold him close.
Junsu stays tense in his arms for a moment and then sags into them. It isn’t any different than when Junho usually holds him. Except for the mess of his brother’s release on his skin.
“Okay?” Junho manages to ask, lips near the shell of Junsu’s ear.
Junsu smiles. Even after coming, his brother is still so worried about him. He props up, enough to meet his brother’s eyes. He nods, runs his fingers down Junho’s cheek, and kisses him. Junho moans and slides his leg up, spreading the mess on Junsu’s skin.
It is a few more minutes of kisses and smiles until Junho has recovered enough to breathe properly.
“Was that scary?” Junho asks.
“No. It ... I don’t mind doing that to you at all. You like it so much.”
Junho smiles and sits them up. Junsu straddles his lap, hands cupping Junho’s face. “I want you to like it, too, mea anima.” He kisses him softly. Junho rubs his hands up and down Junsu’s body, spreading the mess of his release all over him.
Junsu makes a face and pulls away.
With a laugh, Junho says, “It is just another way to cover you in my scent, mea love. That is all.”
Junsu shivers and nods. He doesn’t exactly wish to be covered in any scent, but having his brother touch him is better than having strangers do it. And force him. Junsu realizes quite suddenly that he is not afraid at all kissing and pleasing his brother. He smiles even wider and kisses away Junho’s questions. He isn’t quite ready to let Junho do the same to him, but this he can do.
They kiss and touch, bodies hot from more than just the fire. The pleasure in Junsu’s body is different. Welcome and not scary. Junho’s hands stay on his sides and hips, on his arms and shoulders, and Junsu almost wants him to touch him somewhere else. Apprehension rises in him when he thinks he can ask, but he keeps his mouth shut against his brother’s and kisses him instead. He can feel his erection growing though. With every minute, it feels like it is going to explode with just a touch. Junsu shivers, tries to ask again and sucks on Junho’s neck instead.
He is well on his way to leaving a mark on his brother’s skin when Junho suddenly freezes and growls.
Junsu pulls away, trying not to let fear overcome him. “What?”
“We have visitors,” Junho whispers. “Stay behind me, okay?”
Junsu nods and climbs off his lap. Junho leaves the cave first, and Junsu follows. The air is cooler than earlier. Soft snowflakes are falling and covering everything in a scatter of soft white. The come on his skin cools, and he shivers, rubbing his bare arms. He stays behind Junho, and Junho reaches behind him, curling a hand around his back.
There are four men only a few meters away. One of them is covered with furs and heavy breeches. The other three are naked, teeth actually shining in the fading moonlight, growling.
Junsu hides behind Junho, arms bent and pressed against his back.
“Junho,” one says in surprise. “It’s been a long time. I thought that was your scent, but you are getting much better at hiding it.”
Junho stiffens. “Hello, Sehun, Jongin. Chanyeol, Baekhyun.”
The tallest one smiles. “Who is that hiding behind you?”
“My mate,” Junho states, almost daring them to disagree.
One of the naked men moves closer. “He does not smell like your mate.”
“He is.”
“He smells like ... pack.”
The other growls.
Junho puts his arms around Junsu and pulls him to his side. Junsu stays curled into his warmth, barely looking up at the four men.
“You did not believe me when I said that my brother was my mate,” Junho says. “He is my mate.”
“Not yet, he’s not.”
The only one in clothes puts a hand out and says, “Chanyeol, stop it. You’re like a horny pup.” The wolf growls, but the other only rolls his eyes.
He looks at Junsu and smiles. “Hi. I’m Baekhyun. These animals behind me are Chanyeol, my mate, and Sehun and Jongin.”
Junsu manages to whisper hello.
“We are shocked that Junho found you,” he continues, “though considering how stubborn Junho is, we should not be so surprised.”
Junho’s eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?”
“Calm down,” Jongin says. “We’re only on patrol. We caught a wolf scent a week back and followed it to make sure it wasn’t a threat. And I’m assuming you’re not a threat to your own pack.”
Junho growls back in his throat. “As long as you recognize my claim.”
“You think you can take us, pup?” Chanyeol says with another growl.
Again, Baekhyun shuts him up with a look and then smiles at Junho. “Technically, there isn’t a claim to recognize. You know I have control of this one.” He jerks his thumb at Chanyeol. “But the other two have every right to challenge you for him.”
Junsu whimpers and hides behind Junho again, arms wrapping around his bare waist.
“They are mates.”
“We don’t mind sharing,” Sehun says, baring his teeth.
“He is mine.”
“Then why haven’t you claimed him?” Chanyeol demands.
“Just because you can’t control yourself and fuck everything that you want doesn’t mean we all do,” Junho snaps, that growl still in the back of his throat.
Chanyeol answer the growl. “Watch yourself, little pup.”
Junho takes a few very deep breaths of control, and then turns his attention back to to Baekhyun. “Junsu has had a very rough life and he doesn’t want to have sex at all. The man professing to be his uncle raped him and let anyone willing to pay for him do the same. I will not have my mate thinking of me in the same way. So I am waiting until he says I can.”
Baekhyun tilts his head, pondering them. “That’s unusual.”
“We profess to love our mates, so isn’t it important to not cause them harm, and take care of them, especially when they are human and vulnerable? I will not force him.”
“Weak.”
“God, Chanyeol, shut up,” Baekhyun shouts.
Chanyeol glares at Junho and says nothing else.
Junho laughs. “As if you haven’t been doing whatever your human wishes for the last fifteen years.”
Baekhyun takes a deep breath. “Junho. Look, it is good to see you. It’s nice that you’re alive; your mother will be happy to know that you’re alive and that you found your brother. Are you coming back to the pack?”
Junho puts his arm around Junsu’s body and hugs him closer. “As soon as he is ready.”
“To be claimed,” Sehun says with a leer.
“If that’s what it takes,” Junho replies.
“I could rip him away from you in a second,” Chanyeol growls.
Baekhyun rubs his forehead with two fingers, muttering under his breath. He grabs Chanyeol’s elbow and turns him away. “We’re going to go find someplace to fuck out his aggression for the rest of the full moon,” he says. “Technically, you aren’t in our territory. If you want pack protection until Junsu is ready, you better move.”
“After the three of them have threatened to take him from me?”
“Better the devils you know,” Jongin says and salutes them. He catches up to Baekhyun and drapes his arms around his shoulders. Chanyeol growls, but calms when Sehun takes his hand.
Junho stays still until the four are out of sight. Junsu’s shivering has him hurrying them back into the cave. He covers Junsu with furs and goes to the fire to stir up the flames and add another piece of wood.
“I’d much rather you fuck me than them,” Junsu mutters.
Junho smiles and moves to him, gathering him close and rubbing his arms. “I know, but you aren’t ready yet.”
“Will they come back?”
“No,” Junho says. “Baekhyun has a very firm control on his mate, and Sehun does what Chanyeol does, and Jongin follows his mate.”
“They are both wolves, but mated?”
Junho nods. “It surprised even them, but history says that it has happened before.”
Junsu sighs and tilts his head up. “I’m afraid.”
“I know.”
“I want you to claim me so they cannot.”
Junho nods and presses a kiss to his lips. “I know. I will. I promise. But not ... not now. The moon is too far gone and in my haste I may end up hurting you and I do not want to hurt you. And it will give you some time to think it over some more.”
Junsu nods and buries his face in Junho’s neck. Junho holds him tightly, rubbing his arms and back until the moon drops beneath the horizon and the darkness steals him away.
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