Mea Anima 5/?
Title: Mea Anima 5/?
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 are 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 5:
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.
The pain in Junsu’s arm lessens every day, and he’s thankful that it isn’t infected. Junho stays near him most of the day, only leaving to get food every other day or so. Junsu doesn’t mind. Being close to his brother is definitely not a problem.
A snowstorm blankets their refuge in another few inches the day before the full moon. Junsu moves the furs and the fire further back into the cave. Junho paces restlessly the night before and takes off before dawn. Before Junsu can start to worry, he returns just after midday.
Junsu smiles, but Junho is agitated. Almost like he’s upset.
“Bad hunting?”
Junho huffs at him and falls to his stomach in front of the fire.
“Well, it is snowing,” Junsu says with a laugh and goes next to him to lay down. He pulls the furs around him, but uses Junho to warm up. His fur is still damp, but soft and refreshing against Junsu’s skin.
Junho whines and twists around. He licks at Junsu’s neck and down his chest. Junsu grips the golden wet fur at his shoulders and relaxes. He lets Junho play and lick him and wonders what it will feel like having Junho’s mouth on him. Human lips, human teeth, human tongue. He’s almost forgotten. The nerves are still there; a little bit of fear lingers in the back of his mind.
But Junsu reminds himself, as Junho laps at his cock, twisting it around with his tongue, that this is the only time he has ever felt pleasure without being forced and taken and made to come.
Junho licks his balls, shifting down, and Junsu sighs, smiling and spreads his legs. His fingers grip Junho’s fur as Junho’s tongue trails over and around his inner thighs. His nose is cold where it presses under his balls. It is very, very easy to lift his legs and settle his ankles on Junho’s strong body.
He lifts his head with a whine, green eyes boring into Junsu’s. Junsu smiles and nods. “Please.”
The first touch of Junho’s tongue against his entrance has Junsu shaking, the next has him moaning. He shifts against the furs, spreading himself out more, giving Junho better access. One hand grips his erection, stroking in time to the steady swaths of Junho’s long tongue.
Careful and cautious. Slow, drawn out. The curling, swirling, rising pleasure is nothing that Junsu has ever experienced.
Junho huffs, warming Junsu’s skin for a moment, and then presses past the tight muscles and into Junsu’s body. Junsu’s low moan cuts off into a surprised gasp at the pleasure surrounding his mind and body. It’s intense and almost painful, but it feels too good to stop. Junho’s tongue presses a little deeper, and he growls, vibrations sliding over Junsu’s skin.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. The speed of his orgasm surprises him, the power behind it, as his body clamps down around Junho’s tongue and he shoots long, heavy strips of come up his stomach. He whines when Junho’s tongue leaves his body and shakes as Junho licks up his mess. His arms wind around Junho’s neck while he shakes though his recovery.
Junho whimpers, using his nose to press at Junsu’s shoulder.
“What?” Junsu gasps.
Junho’s body drops on top of him, and against Junsu’s cool thigh is a strip of hot heated skin. He swallows nervously, shutting his eyes. It’s just his brother. That’s all. Just his brother. Only his brother. He doesn’t want to roll over, but it’s the only way to do this. If he wants to do it.
Junho whimpers again, licking Junsu’s nipples and collarbones.
He does want to. He wants to be with his brother. The whole “wolf thing” isn’t nearly as weird as it was before Junho started licking him and giving him orgasms. He pushes at Junho’s body, presses a quick kiss to his furry cheek, and then rolls over, easily positioning himself, body falling into what it knows so well.
But this is with his brother. His brother.
Junsu’s breath is quick, nervous, until Junho licks at him, sliding his tongue down his spine and to his ass again. Junho licks his cleft messily, teasing until pushing forward, and Junsu moans as he’s penetrated again, and he fights the urge to rock back. The tongue does feel good, but the sharp teeth won’t. He stays on his hands and knees, gasps and moans echoing off the stone walls, until he can’t take the pleasure anymore. He drops his head to the furs, cradling it in one arm and the other slides under himself, back to his erection, stroking quickly.
When Junho stops, Junsu growls, glaring at his brother behind him.
Green eyes shine with laughter, though it is the lust and power in them that has Junsu’s breath catching. Junho climbs over him. Junsu whines, but does not move anything besides his hand, keeping his erection firm, the pleasure twisting through him.
This is his brother. His brother. His brother.
But it is awkward and Junsu shifts his legs again, spreading them wider. He arches his back into the soft fur of Junho’s belly.
Junho whines in concern, but Junsu shakes his head. “Take me, god, just take me, please. Please, Junho. Take me.”
Junho licks at his neck and back. His dick is hot where it slides against Junsu’s ass, and Junsu moves so it slides up his cleft. It presses against him, into him, and it it the weirdest sensation Junsu has ever experienced. Slim and curved, but small. It feels nothing like a human dick. And in the back of his mind, Junsu knows that that is the point. It is the only thing that is keeping him sane.
Junho whines, the half-howl loud in the cavern. The heat spreads, expanding and lengthening and Junho thrusts. Junsu’s gasps stop halfway to grunts, and his body shakes with Junho’s sudden eagerness. Every thrust has Junho swelling inside him, expanding, stretching him open from the inside. It’s the most obscure feeling, and one that is new in terms of all his experience with sex. And he loves it. Loves the way his body accommodates his brother’s swelling prick. Loves the way Junho doesn’t really pull out, but just thrusts deeper, another sort of pain that stretches Junsu’s insides.
Junho’s paw lands on Junsu’s shoulder pain slices through his body. Junsu screams, eyes blurred with tears. He can’t breathe or swallow through the pain and through the tears.
His brother. It is his brother.
It is the only thought that keeps him from panicking, from passing out, from begging Junho to stop.
Everything pulses, Junho’s erection swells even more painfully, and then he’s howling and releasing and collapsing, shoving Junsu to the furs. Their bodies stay together. Their whimpers join. Junho licks at his neck as his erection softens and slips from him, followed by a rush of warmth that drips down Junsu’s body. His body shakes. He tries to stop his tears at the sudden feeling of being empty and clenching around nothing.
Junho stays pressed against him, his ragged breathing soothing, relaxing. He licks at the claw marks on Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu hides his face in Junho’s fur.
The fire is dying. The air in the cavern grows cold.
Junsu does not want to move. Does not want to think.
Finally he rolls to his back, and Junho peers at him, head on his paws, eyes clouded. Junsu tries to smile, and Junho whines in concern.
“I’m ... okay,” Junsu whispers and sits up. He rubs his arms, body a little sore, and moves to stir up the flames. Junho rises to get another log and drags it over in his jaws. Once the fire is strong again, he licks at Junsu’s arm.
Junsu hugs him and shivers. “I’m okay. Promise. Just ... just ... give me a minute.”
Junho licks his cheek and they settle together, Junsu watching the flames as his body burns with something even hotter. Junho continues licking him, and Junsu turns to his back to be filled again, full and perfect, and this time he comes, this time he screams his brother’s name as Junho’s erection swells inside him and his release leaks down Junsu’s thighs. He hates the feeling of emptiness. He hates the clenching around nothing and wants nothing more than to be full and open and ready for his brother’s cock. He does not move from his hands and knees, keeps his body in position and holds himself open until Junho is mounting him again, and fucking him until the sky turns black, and they rest for a moment before the moon rises.
His brother. It is his brother.
Soft hands running up and over his body wake Junsu. He did not meant to fall asleep. He blinks his eyes open and smiles at his brother’s human face. He reaches up and cups his cheeks and pulls him down for a long kiss.
“Are you okay?” Junho whispers, even as his hands run down Junsu’s stomach.
“Yes. Sorry. I ... it’s ...”
“It is okay. I love you.”
Junsu smiles. “I love you.”
Junho kisses him, sucking at his lower lip. Junsu moans and arches into him, hands sliding over his strong back. Junho holds one of his legs up and lets his hands slide down Junsu’s body. Junsu moans as a finger presses into him, squelching through the mess from the wolf.
“Okay?” Junho whispers.
“Yes, yes, please.”
Junho keeps their mouths pressed together, movements slower than when he was a wolf. Each touch has Junsu shivering.
“Touch yourself, come on.”
Junsu does, shaking as his hand settles on his erection. Junho adds another finger. Everything is more familiar with his brother as a human. The movements are habit. The noises, the sounds. It’s so easy to just hold himself steady and let Junho prepare him. It’s also easy to kiss him. Kisses that are short, full of heat, wonderful. Enough to make his head spin and his orgram fluxuate.
“Mea anima?”
He opens his eyes.
Junho smiles at him. “You froze for a moment.”
“Froze?”
“Yeah, everything just ...”
“Sorry. It’s ... it’s difficult to remember anything but what I did before, but you make it easy. It’s you I’m with. Not them. I know that.”
Junho stills his fingers before pulling them away slowly. Junsu whines, but allows his brother to slide a hand around his back, lift him up enough to just wrap his arms and the furs around his body. Settled in the warmth of the fire (Junho must have added more wood), Junsu tries to relax. Junho fingers touch his body again, slick with spit and the wolf’s release. He moans at the stretch of three fingers inside of him.
“Is this okay?”
Junsu nods.
“Good,” he whispers and presses kisses down Junsu’s shoulder. “I think you are forgetting that I haven’t done this before.”
Junsu pulls away and looks at his brother with wide eyes.
Junho laughs, a deep rich sound that Junsu misses so much when Junho is a wolf. “I am only fifteen, and I only know what I am doing because I used to spy on the other wolves in the pack. I need you to tell me if I’m doing everything right.”
Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh as Junho moves his fingers again. “This is good.”
“As a wolf, it is easier. Mate, instincts take over, and I wasn’t nervous about ... about pleasing you. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Never. You have never ever hurt me.”
Junho traces the healing scrapes on his shoulder.
Junsu smiles. “You did not mean to do that.”
“Is that not worse? Knowing I hurt you when I do not mean to?”
“No. You could never hurt me.”
Junho kisses him deeply. “I really want to mate with you, mea anima,” he says between brushes of their lips. “I really want to be inside you and please you and ... and be the only thing you ever think of.”
Junsu smiles again and presses a kiss to the side of Junho’s mouth. He shifts and pushes Junho to his back. Junho’s fingers slip from him and he shivers from the sensation.
“It’s okay,” Junsu says and climbs over him. “That is exactly what I want, too. I know ... I know you won’t hurt me. I know you love me. I love you, too, and I know ... I know that you are not like them. You are nothing like them.” Junsu kisses him and then pulls away with a smile. He scoots back just enough to lean over and run his tongue up Junho’s erection.
Junho’s moan echoes through the cavern.
Junsu smiles and works quickly, slicking Junho’s cock with his spit as much as he can. He is sure there is oil in the medical pack that Baekhyun left, but he doesn’t need or want it.
Junho moans, and Junsu lets go, his cock flopping to his stomach with a splat. He straddles Junho’s hips and reaches behind himself, hefting Junho’s cock and holding it steady for a moment. Just to tease them both, he slips the soft head up and down his cleft, and they both moan before Junsu stills and pushes down, impaling himself. Junho’s cock is large, larger than almost anything else that had been shoved inside him. Junsu’s eyes shut tight at the stretch, he lifts up to relieve it and then pushes back down to keep Junho from slipping from him.
Junho gasps, hands gripping Junsu’s hips and he pulls him down, lifting his own body. Junho isn’t even completely inside of him when he suddenly shouts, almost howling as he comes and Junsu sighs, the sticky release allowing him to sink onto Junho completely.
Junho’s shaking, eyes shut, actual tears streaming from the corners.
Junsu chuckles. “Feel good?”
Junho nods. “By the gods, yes.”
Junsu leans over him, slowly fucking himself on Junho’s cock and kisses him. “You feel better than anyone and anything else.”
Junho growls, and his eyes flash. He grips Junsu’s hips tightly and sits up, forcing a harsh kiss to Junsu’s lips. “Mine. My mate. Mine.”
Junsu nods, riding Junho’s cock as fast as he can while echoing the words and kissing his brother as much as he can.
Junho growls again and pushes Junsu over. He lifts his legs, and Junho grabs his ankles, bending him in half and sliding his cock into Junsu easily. Junsu moans, hand on his own erection and strokes fast while Junho drops into him, legs spread and body taut, skin sweaty. His other hand is on Junho’s shoulder, adding his own claw marks as pleasure shatters through him and explodes from his cock in another powerful orgasm. Whimpers escape his lips as Junho speeds up, shifting with his hands behind Junsu’s knees, eyes trained on their bodies, on where he is fucking into Junsu. He slides one hand through the mess on Junsu’s body and shoves a finger into Junsu with his cock.
Junsu whimpers at the new stretch and moans something that sounds like, “Gods, fuck yes, please.” He isn’t sure and he can’t move anymore, hands above him, gripping the furs. Junho suddenly falls over him for more kisses and his thrusts slow and his body shakes through another release that squelches from Junsu with each movement.
“Okay?” Junho manages to ask.
Junsu laughs and nods, accepting more kisses. He isn’t surprised when Junho doesn’t pull out and continues to fuck him and pump him full of come until the moon steals his brother away and the wolf takes his place for the rest of the night.
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The first signs of spring pop up unexpectedly. Mud instead of frozen earth. Green sprouts. The river no longer freezes over. The snow melts and the sun during the day grows warmer. Junho is more successful hunting.
Junsu basks in the warm rays, laying outside of the cave with Junho at his side. It’s not quite the same as laying back with Junho’s arms around him, watching the moon trek across the sky. Junsu is not sure what he likes the most, but figures it doesn’t matter as long as he’s with his brother.
They lay together until the sun sets and the air cools. Their cave is warm, and Junsu doesn’t mind when Junho starts licking at him. It’s easy to turn over and let Junho fuck him until the moon rises and human hands and human skin are against him until they are sticky and sweaty and satisfied again.
“I love you, mea anima,” Junho whispers, running his hands through the mess of his come. He tweaks Junsu’s nipples softly.
Junsu smiles and tilts his head back for a kiss. “I love you, too. It’s been two months. Am I sufficiently covered in your scent yet?”
Junho laughs. “I think so, but just in case, let’s keep fucking.”
Junsu turns in his lap and shakes his head. “I’m actually being serious. I think ... I think I’d like to meet my mother.”
Junho’s smile falls and then returns slowly. “Really, love?”
Junsu nods. “Yes. I ... I love this, and I love you, and I love being with you every day, but I ...”
“You do not need to explain, mea anima. We will begin our journey tomorrow if you would like. It will be wonderful. I really want you to meet the rest of the pack.”
“They won’t harm me?”
“No. Well, probably not. As soon as mother says no one is allowed to touch you, no one will for fear of being demoted or banished. And they will have to get by me before they can touch you.”
Junsu grins. “Okay. Then let’s go. Tomorrow.”
Junho’s smile widens and he tumbles them back to the furs for a couple more hours of sex, this time in celebration.
Part 6: Sixth Family
Part 4: Fourth Fool
Part 3: Third Fear
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 are 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 5:
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.
The pain in Junsu’s arm lessens every day, and he’s thankful that it isn’t infected. Junho stays near him most of the day, only leaving to get food every other day or so. Junsu doesn’t mind. Being close to his brother is definitely not a problem.
A snowstorm blankets their refuge in another few inches the day before the full moon. Junsu moves the furs and the fire further back into the cave. Junho paces restlessly the night before and takes off before dawn. Before Junsu can start to worry, he returns just after midday.
Junsu smiles, but Junho is agitated. Almost like he’s upset.
“Bad hunting?”
Junho huffs at him and falls to his stomach in front of the fire.
“Well, it is snowing,” Junsu says with a laugh and goes next to him to lay down. He pulls the furs around him, but uses Junho to warm up. His fur is still damp, but soft and refreshing against Junsu’s skin.
Junho whines and twists around. He licks at Junsu’s neck and down his chest. Junsu grips the golden wet fur at his shoulders and relaxes. He lets Junho play and lick him and wonders what it will feel like having Junho’s mouth on him. Human lips, human teeth, human tongue. He’s almost forgotten. The nerves are still there; a little bit of fear lingers in the back of his mind.
But Junsu reminds himself, as Junho laps at his cock, twisting it around with his tongue, that this is the only time he has ever felt pleasure without being forced and taken and made to come.
Junho licks his balls, shifting down, and Junsu sighs, smiling and spreads his legs. His fingers grip Junho’s fur as Junho’s tongue trails over and around his inner thighs. His nose is cold where it presses under his balls. It is very, very easy to lift his legs and settle his ankles on Junho’s strong body.
He lifts his head with a whine, green eyes boring into Junsu’s. Junsu smiles and nods. “Please.”
The first touch of Junho’s tongue against his entrance has Junsu shaking, the next has him moaning. He shifts against the furs, spreading himself out more, giving Junho better access. One hand grips his erection, stroking in time to the steady swaths of Junho’s long tongue.
Careful and cautious. Slow, drawn out. The curling, swirling, rising pleasure is nothing that Junsu has ever experienced.
Junho huffs, warming Junsu’s skin for a moment, and then presses past the tight muscles and into Junsu’s body. Junsu’s low moan cuts off into a surprised gasp at the pleasure surrounding his mind and body. It’s intense and almost painful, but it feels too good to stop. Junho’s tongue presses a little deeper, and he growls, vibrations sliding over Junsu’s skin.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. The speed of his orgasm surprises him, the power behind it, as his body clamps down around Junho’s tongue and he shoots long, heavy strips of come up his stomach. He whines when Junho’s tongue leaves his body and shakes as Junho licks up his mess. His arms wind around Junho’s neck while he shakes though his recovery.
Junho whimpers, using his nose to press at Junsu’s shoulder.
“What?” Junsu gasps.
Junho’s body drops on top of him, and against Junsu’s cool thigh is a strip of hot heated skin. He swallows nervously, shutting his eyes. It’s just his brother. That’s all. Just his brother. Only his brother. He doesn’t want to roll over, but it’s the only way to do this. If he wants to do it.
Junho whimpers again, licking Junsu’s nipples and collarbones.
He does want to. He wants to be with his brother. The whole “wolf thing” isn’t nearly as weird as it was before Junho started licking him and giving him orgasms. He pushes at Junho’s body, presses a quick kiss to his furry cheek, and then rolls over, easily positioning himself, body falling into what it knows so well.
But this is with his brother. His brother.
Junsu’s breath is quick, nervous, until Junho licks at him, sliding his tongue down his spine and to his ass again. Junho licks his cleft messily, teasing until pushing forward, and Junsu moans as he’s penetrated again, and he fights the urge to rock back. The tongue does feel good, but the sharp teeth won’t. He stays on his hands and knees, gasps and moans echoing off the stone walls, until he can’t take the pleasure anymore. He drops his head to the furs, cradling it in one arm and the other slides under himself, back to his erection, stroking quickly.
When Junho stops, Junsu growls, glaring at his brother behind him.
Green eyes shine with laughter, though it is the lust and power in them that has Junsu’s breath catching. Junho climbs over him. Junsu whines, but does not move anything besides his hand, keeping his erection firm, the pleasure twisting through him.
This is his brother. His brother. His brother.
But it is awkward and Junsu shifts his legs again, spreading them wider. He arches his back into the soft fur of Junho’s belly.
Junho whines in concern, but Junsu shakes his head. “Take me, god, just take me, please. Please, Junho. Take me.”
Junho licks at his neck and back. His dick is hot where it slides against Junsu’s ass, and Junsu moves so it slides up his cleft. It presses against him, into him, and it it the weirdest sensation Junsu has ever experienced. Slim and curved, but small. It feels nothing like a human dick. And in the back of his mind, Junsu knows that that is the point. It is the only thing that is keeping him sane.
Junho whines, the half-howl loud in the cavern. The heat spreads, expanding and lengthening and Junho thrusts. Junsu’s gasps stop halfway to grunts, and his body shakes with Junho’s sudden eagerness. Every thrust has Junho swelling inside him, expanding, stretching him open from the inside. It’s the most obscure feeling, and one that is new in terms of all his experience with sex. And he loves it. Loves the way his body accommodates his brother’s swelling prick. Loves the way Junho doesn’t really pull out, but just thrusts deeper, another sort of pain that stretches Junsu’s insides.
Junho’s paw lands on Junsu’s shoulder pain slices through his body. Junsu screams, eyes blurred with tears. He can’t breathe or swallow through the pain and through the tears.
His brother. It is his brother.
It is the only thought that keeps him from panicking, from passing out, from begging Junho to stop.
Everything pulses, Junho’s erection swells even more painfully, and then he’s howling and releasing and collapsing, shoving Junsu to the furs. Their bodies stay together. Their whimpers join. Junho licks at his neck as his erection softens and slips from him, followed by a rush of warmth that drips down Junsu’s body. His body shakes. He tries to stop his tears at the sudden feeling of being empty and clenching around nothing.
Junho stays pressed against him, his ragged breathing soothing, relaxing. He licks at the claw marks on Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu hides his face in Junho’s fur.
The fire is dying. The air in the cavern grows cold.
Junsu does not want to move. Does not want to think.
Finally he rolls to his back, and Junho peers at him, head on his paws, eyes clouded. Junsu tries to smile, and Junho whines in concern.
“I’m ... okay,” Junsu whispers and sits up. He rubs his arms, body a little sore, and moves to stir up the flames. Junho rises to get another log and drags it over in his jaws. Once the fire is strong again, he licks at Junsu’s arm.
Junsu hugs him and shivers. “I’m okay. Promise. Just ... just ... give me a minute.”
Junho licks his cheek and they settle together, Junsu watching the flames as his body burns with something even hotter. Junho continues licking him, and Junsu turns to his back to be filled again, full and perfect, and this time he comes, this time he screams his brother’s name as Junho’s erection swells inside him and his release leaks down Junsu’s thighs. He hates the feeling of emptiness. He hates the clenching around nothing and wants nothing more than to be full and open and ready for his brother’s cock. He does not move from his hands and knees, keeps his body in position and holds himself open until Junho is mounting him again, and fucking him until the sky turns black, and they rest for a moment before the moon rises.
His brother. It is his brother.
Soft hands running up and over his body wake Junsu. He did not meant to fall asleep. He blinks his eyes open and smiles at his brother’s human face. He reaches up and cups his cheeks and pulls him down for a long kiss.
“Are you okay?” Junho whispers, even as his hands run down Junsu’s stomach.
“Yes. Sorry. I ... it’s ...”
“It is okay. I love you.”
Junsu smiles. “I love you.”
Junho kisses him, sucking at his lower lip. Junsu moans and arches into him, hands sliding over his strong back. Junho holds one of his legs up and lets his hands slide down Junsu’s body. Junsu moans as a finger presses into him, squelching through the mess from the wolf.
“Okay?” Junho whispers.
“Yes, yes, please.”
Junho keeps their mouths pressed together, movements slower than when he was a wolf. Each touch has Junsu shivering.
“Touch yourself, come on.”
Junsu does, shaking as his hand settles on his erection. Junho adds another finger. Everything is more familiar with his brother as a human. The movements are habit. The noises, the sounds. It’s so easy to just hold himself steady and let Junho prepare him. It’s also easy to kiss him. Kisses that are short, full of heat, wonderful. Enough to make his head spin and his orgram fluxuate.
“Mea anima?”
He opens his eyes.
Junho smiles at him. “You froze for a moment.”
“Froze?”
“Yeah, everything just ...”
“Sorry. It’s ... it’s difficult to remember anything but what I did before, but you make it easy. It’s you I’m with. Not them. I know that.”
Junho stills his fingers before pulling them away slowly. Junsu whines, but allows his brother to slide a hand around his back, lift him up enough to just wrap his arms and the furs around his body. Settled in the warmth of the fire (Junho must have added more wood), Junsu tries to relax. Junho fingers touch his body again, slick with spit and the wolf’s release. He moans at the stretch of three fingers inside of him.
“Is this okay?”
Junsu nods.
“Good,” he whispers and presses kisses down Junsu’s shoulder. “I think you are forgetting that I haven’t done this before.”
Junsu pulls away and looks at his brother with wide eyes.
Junho laughs, a deep rich sound that Junsu misses so much when Junho is a wolf. “I am only fifteen, and I only know what I am doing because I used to spy on the other wolves in the pack. I need you to tell me if I’m doing everything right.”
Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh as Junho moves his fingers again. “This is good.”
“As a wolf, it is easier. Mate, instincts take over, and I wasn’t nervous about ... about pleasing you. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Never. You have never ever hurt me.”
Junho traces the healing scrapes on his shoulder.
Junsu smiles. “You did not mean to do that.”
“Is that not worse? Knowing I hurt you when I do not mean to?”
“No. You could never hurt me.”
Junho kisses him deeply. “I really want to mate with you, mea anima,” he says between brushes of their lips. “I really want to be inside you and please you and ... and be the only thing you ever think of.”
Junsu smiles again and presses a kiss to the side of Junho’s mouth. He shifts and pushes Junho to his back. Junho’s fingers slip from him and he shivers from the sensation.
“It’s okay,” Junsu says and climbs over him. “That is exactly what I want, too. I know ... I know you won’t hurt me. I know you love me. I love you, too, and I know ... I know that you are not like them. You are nothing like them.” Junsu kisses him and then pulls away with a smile. He scoots back just enough to lean over and run his tongue up Junho’s erection.
Junho’s moan echoes through the cavern.
Junsu smiles and works quickly, slicking Junho’s cock with his spit as much as he can. He is sure there is oil in the medical pack that Baekhyun left, but he doesn’t need or want it.
Junho moans, and Junsu lets go, his cock flopping to his stomach with a splat. He straddles Junho’s hips and reaches behind himself, hefting Junho’s cock and holding it steady for a moment. Just to tease them both, he slips the soft head up and down his cleft, and they both moan before Junsu stills and pushes down, impaling himself. Junho’s cock is large, larger than almost anything else that had been shoved inside him. Junsu’s eyes shut tight at the stretch, he lifts up to relieve it and then pushes back down to keep Junho from slipping from him.
Junho gasps, hands gripping Junsu’s hips and he pulls him down, lifting his own body. Junho isn’t even completely inside of him when he suddenly shouts, almost howling as he comes and Junsu sighs, the sticky release allowing him to sink onto Junho completely.
Junho’s shaking, eyes shut, actual tears streaming from the corners.
Junsu chuckles. “Feel good?”
Junho nods. “By the gods, yes.”
Junsu leans over him, slowly fucking himself on Junho’s cock and kisses him. “You feel better than anyone and anything else.”
Junho growls, and his eyes flash. He grips Junsu’s hips tightly and sits up, forcing a harsh kiss to Junsu’s lips. “Mine. My mate. Mine.”
Junsu nods, riding Junho’s cock as fast as he can while echoing the words and kissing his brother as much as he can.
Junho growls again and pushes Junsu over. He lifts his legs, and Junho grabs his ankles, bending him in half and sliding his cock into Junsu easily. Junsu moans, hand on his own erection and strokes fast while Junho drops into him, legs spread and body taut, skin sweaty. His other hand is on Junho’s shoulder, adding his own claw marks as pleasure shatters through him and explodes from his cock in another powerful orgasm. Whimpers escape his lips as Junho speeds up, shifting with his hands behind Junsu’s knees, eyes trained on their bodies, on where he is fucking into Junsu. He slides one hand through the mess on Junsu’s body and shoves a finger into Junsu with his cock.
Junsu whimpers at the new stretch and moans something that sounds like, “Gods, fuck yes, please.” He isn’t sure and he can’t move anymore, hands above him, gripping the furs. Junho suddenly falls over him for more kisses and his thrusts slow and his body shakes through another release that squelches from Junsu with each movement.
“Okay?” Junho manages to ask.
Junsu laughs and nods, accepting more kisses. He isn’t surprised when Junho doesn’t pull out and continues to fuck him and pump him full of come until the moon steals his brother away and the wolf takes his place for the rest of the night.
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The first signs of spring pop up unexpectedly. Mud instead of frozen earth. Green sprouts. The river no longer freezes over. The snow melts and the sun during the day grows warmer. Junho is more successful hunting.
Junsu basks in the warm rays, laying outside of the cave with Junho at his side. It’s not quite the same as laying back with Junho’s arms around him, watching the moon trek across the sky. Junsu is not sure what he likes the most, but figures it doesn’t matter as long as he’s with his brother.
They lay together until the sun sets and the air cools. Their cave is warm, and Junsu doesn’t mind when Junho starts licking at him. It’s easy to turn over and let Junho fuck him until the moon rises and human hands and human skin are against him until they are sticky and sweaty and satisfied again.
“I love you, mea anima,” Junho whispers, running his hands through the mess of his come. He tweaks Junsu’s nipples softly.
Junsu smiles and tilts his head back for a kiss. “I love you, too. It’s been two months. Am I sufficiently covered in your scent yet?”
Junho laughs. “I think so, but just in case, let’s keep fucking.”
Junsu turns in his lap and shakes his head. “I’m actually being serious. I think ... I think I’d like to meet my mother.”
Junho’s smile falls and then returns slowly. “Really, love?”
Junsu nods. “Yes. I ... I love this, and I love you, and I love being with you every day, but I ...”
“You do not need to explain, mea anima. We will begin our journey tomorrow if you would like. It will be wonderful. I really want you to meet the rest of the pack.”
“They won’t harm me?”
“No. Well, probably not. As soon as mother says no one is allowed to touch you, no one will for fear of being demoted or banished. And they will have to get by me before they can touch you.”
Junsu grins. “Okay. Then let’s go. Tomorrow.”
Junho’s smile widens and he tumbles them back to the furs for a couple more hours of sex, this time in celebration.
Part 6: Sixth Family
Part 4: Fourth Fool
Part 3: Third Fear
Part 2: Second Fate
Part 1: First Freedom
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