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Hello! We made it! Yay! But all I ask, is even though we’re to the best part.. Please continue reading, there will be more. ;) Oh yes, heh heh…

Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

Always Be Mine

He held onto him tightly as he was carried away, full of mixed emotions. He was in love, but he was also afraid. He was giving himself away to someone he cared for and had for such a long time. Even before they’d found each other, he would dream of the silver wolf, never knowing who it was. Until now, everything had seemed like a dream and now it was becoming real, too real.

A table was knocked over and a lamp shattered, breaking their kiss. The boy buried his head into the man’s shoulder. “Tsume,” he whispered into him, still holding onto him. A kiss was planted on the pale skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine and into his lower regions. The man holding onto him lowered him to his bed, neatly made as it always was. The purple sheets smelled so nice as Tsume kissed him once more, just gently. He didn’t kiss him back.

He continued the string of kisses to his cheek, then to his collarbone, following down his body, still fully clothed. The man led a trail of kisses all the way down to his ankle and stood up, undoing the laces on each boot. He slid each shoe off with ease, gazing into his hazel eyes the entire time. It was dark, and the boy couldn’t see every detail of the man above him. But he noticed the way those golden eyes glowed in the moonlight. “Toboe, come here,” he whispered.

Toboe felt so weak right now. He didn’t know what was happening to him; his body was limp. When he didn’t sit up, Tsume reached for his shirt collar and pulled him up to him, leaning onto the bed now. He met the boy with his lips, devouring him now, his pace becoming faster.

Toboe could feel the man’s hands on his belt buckle, working at it as a surge of energy burst into him. He blushed furiously and grabbed Tsume’s hands, also breaking their kiss. “Tsume!” he gasped. His plea was ignored as another kiss pressed itself onto his lips and pushed him into the bed again. The man let go of his lips and sat back, hovering above him.

“What?” he breathed; he didn’t want to slow down. It was finally starting to get good.

The boy turned his red face away from him and put a hand up to his mouth. He muttered something, which the older one had trouble hearing. He raised a brow, thinking that he might know what it was. The boy that lay beneath him was so innocent, and even though this excited him, he knew he’d have to take it slow with him.

“Have you ever done this before?” Tsume asked, already knowing the answer.

The boy turned his head to face him and his eyes began to tear up. He shook his head, a hand still on his mouth. Even though he loved him, he was still afraid of what he might do. This man before him was not necessarily known as an easygoing guy. He bit his lip, trying to fight his tears. He became angry at himself; he’d been crying a lot lately.

The man smirked, “Stop crying.” He too bit his lip and sat back on his heels, giving the boy some room. “We don’t have to do this you know…” He didn’t want to say that, but he didn’t want to hurt him either.

Toboe sat up and wiped his flushed and wet face, looking down at his legs, his pants unbuttoned, beginning to slip off and his bare feet. He looked up again at the man before him, who now sat on the edge of the bed, not looking at him. “Tsume,” he crawled over to him and hugged him, resting his head on his strong back. He noticed him tense up, but he didn’t care, he wanted to be closer to him. And now was his chance.

“I’ve waited for you for so long.” He smiled, “So it’s ok.”

They sat like that for a moment, the boy’s arms wrapped around him, listening to his heart beating. He then made a daring move; Toboe poked his head up and casually licked the back of the man’s neck. Tsume shot around, now blushing himself. The boy smiled at first, but then saw the gleam in the man’s eyes and began to cower. He was about to say something when he was pushed down to the bed as another kiss took hold of him.

He gasped for air as Tsume’s lips finally left him and moved to his neck, his hands working at his shirt buttons. He moved quickly as the boy gripped the sheets beneath him, not sure if he’d made a good decision or not.

His shirt was finally freed and the man roughly slid it off his delicate shoulders as he began to plant kisses on his pale skin. The boy gasped again when he landed on a nipple and gave it a small bite. Toboe’s back arched as he felt a rush of warmth go through him, “Tsume! Please stop!” he yelped.

Tsume stopped after another quick nip, knowing that he was going too fast for the young boy. He didn’t want to slow down; his own body was aching from the excitement. He sat back and looked at the boy, teary hazel eyes, messy auburn hair, milky flesh with red bites along his neck and chest as his shirt hung off his arms, his pants falling off as well. He sighed, feeling his throbbing pulse.

“Fine, runt. We’ll have it your way.” He gave in.

Toboe sat up, eyeing him curiously. “My way?” he asked.

Tsume bit his lip, “Yeah.” Then he got an idea, “Why don’t you try something now?”

The boy blushed, “What do I do?” He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t experienced like the man before him, who clearly knew what he was doing.

“What do you want to do? Just do what feels right.” The man rolled his eyes, sitting back on one arm. “This is going to be fun,” he thought sarcastically. He preferred to just get to it already, but knew he couldn’t rush the kid who might have a heart attack if he did.

The boy looked down and ran a hand through his messy hair, pushing it off of his face. He looked at Tsume and that regular icy stare of his. Why was he so impatient? He grew a little angry as it seemed the man was just making fun of him, sitting there in his usual cold stance. He then sat up on his knees, reaching for the shirt that hung off of his arms.

Embarrassed and blushing furiously, he did not meet his companion’s gaze but looked down as he slowly pulled the shirt off of him. He could feel those golden eyes on him, watching his every move. He bit his lip as he felt the tears begin to reappear, but shook his head to dismiss them. The boy reached for his disheveled pants and grabbed at the underwear too, taking everything off at the same time. He moaned a little, feeling embarrassed that he was being watched.

Toboe pulled each leg out of the pants, freeing himself from them. His clothing was cast aside and he sat back down, gathering his arms around his now naked body. He felt his nipples harden at the cold air, the warmth rising in his lower region and his cheeks. He could still feel those golden eyes on him, but the energy seemed different now.

He looked up, meeting the man’s gaze, which seemed haunting. He wasn’t tense like before; he even seemed relaxed. The boy began to recall a familiar feeling as he met his gaze. Tsume didn’t move, he just sat next to him, meeting his eyes. Toboe felt safe again, just as that day when he first found him. He longed to be closer to him now, to feel his warmth and touch.

The boy crawled over to him, but still the man did not move. He then stood up on his knees and placed his arms around the man’s neck. He planted a kiss on his forehead, smelling that sweet scent of musk again. He loved that smell; it made him feel so secure.

He sat back as Tsume remained still, just watching his every move. Toboe placed both hands around the man’s waist, gripping onto the red tank. Slowly pulling it up and over his body, he glanced at every muscle, tanned and molded. He blushed again, noticing that he himself was becoming excited. Tsume noticed too and smirked. That embarrassed him even more. He began to look away but noticed a formation on the man’s chest. “Your scar!” he touched it excitedly as he broke the mood.

Tsume nodded, “I was born with it. A birthmark.”

Toboe kissed the mark on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his lips tense up. He then began to kiss around the scar, moving to his abs, his navel, then his chest and neck, mimicking what Tsume had done to him earlier. Only he did not bite.

He felt the man’s hand grip the back of his head as he kissed along the nape of his neck. And then he felt the man’s other hand trace itself along his bareback. He burrowed his head into Tsume’s shoulder as the rush of energy came back. He held onto him as he found himself being pushed back onto the bed once more.

He lay there as the man sat back and unbuttoned his jeans, watching him, blushing at the thought of what might come next. He looked away but then felt another kiss on his neck as it traced itself down his body once more. He gasped and closed his eyes when the kisses reached his lower area, gripping onto the bed sheets. “Tsume! No!” he breathed; he couldn’t help it.

“Enough!” came the reply and the man continued.

He knew that couldn’t fight it any more and relaxed, giving into Tsume’s warm touches, his soft kisses and his wet mouth. His mouth? Toboe’s eyes shot open to the feeling of the man’s mouth engulfing his throbbing member. He writhed beneath him and began to moan as the moment overtook him. He could feel his tongue, soft and strong poking at him, going up and down, circling him. He gripped onto the sheets again, arching his back as he let out a cry, eyes widening as he felt himself going over the edge.

He let go of everything as he cried out his lover’s name.

His breathing soon slowed and he became relaxed as Tsume joined his side, laying a kiss on his mouth. “Oh, Tsume,” he sighed, smiling and kissing him again, a hand on the man’s cheek. “That was… you were...”

Tsume smirked, “It’s not over yet, runt.” He cupped the boy’s face once more and kissed him, this time a little harder as his tongue entered his mouth. He sat back and watched the boy’s expression change as his hand wandered down the shaking, pale body. He grazed past his member, grinning when he felt the boy tense again with excitement. He rested his hand on the boy’s inner thigh, feeling the small muscles and soft skin underneath his fingers.

He continued to watch the boy’s face growing with curiosity, fear and excitement. He went back to the boy’s manhood and gave it a quick tug as Toboe gasped for air. He then removed his hand and sat back up, fidgeting with his pants again. “Come here,” he told him.

Toboe slowly sat up, obeying the command. He looked at Tsume and then to his pants, realizing that he wanted help with their removal. He bit his lip as the man parted his legs, allowing for easier access. The boy nodded, grabbing at the waistband and pulling them down.

“Everything,” Tsume spoke in a frustrated tone. The boy stopped and nodded again, grabbing the underwear as well. His face turned bright red when he saw the Tsume’s manhood released from his clothes; it was engorged and throbbing. He looked away as he pulled the pants off the man’s legs and tossed them off the bed.

Toboe yelped when he felt the man’s strong hand grab the back of his head and pull him into another kiss. His eyes widened at first but he softened again, giving into the moment of passion. “Go ahead,” the man whispered. The boy blushed again, realizing that it was his turn. He didn’t want to, but also didn’t want to upset him.

He gulped and lowered himself to the man’s parted legs, not wanting to look. But he did anyways. Could he fit that whole thing in his mouth? He was so embarrassed, blushing profusely. He then decided to let go of his fears and placed his mouth on Tsume’s throbbing member. He used his tongue as he remembered what was done to him, swirling it around and up and down.

Tsume groaned and grabbed the back of the kid’s head, holding him their. With his free hand he grabbed onto the boy’s body, feeling that he might fall over. But he held his position as the boy continued, seeming to be excited by the pleasure he was giving him. The boy moaned too when the man did, feeling himself becoming more excited and confident with each move. He continued playing with his tongue, not doing much else.

“No,” Tsume breathed, gripping the back of the boy’s head. He began to move the boy’s head up and down over him, teaching him. The boy got the idea and followed his directions. The man’s hand remained holding onto the younger one’s head, not wanting to let go of him.

It became too much. He pulled himself away from the boy, who sat back and wiped his mouth.

Toboe gasped when the man pulled his legs out from under him, sliding him underneath him. He was now on top of him, towering over him with those golden eyes searching him. “Tsume?” he breathed, unsure. He then changed his tone to cover up his own shyness, “How was that?”

Tsume frowned, “Don’t talk, all right?”

Toboe blushed and frowned also, as he was embarrassed yet again. Frustrated, he tried to move out from under him, but realized that he was pinned. He looked back up to Tsume, his eyes wanting with desire. Not sure what would come next, he decided to make the first move by kissing him. It was welcomed, along with his tongue, each figure engulfed in each other once more.

Tsume stopped the kiss with two fingers placed between their lips, entering them into the boy’s mouth. Toboe sucked on the digits, moaning with each move as they swirled around in his mouth, gripping onto the man’s wrist. The man removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, also moaning along with the boy. Toboe let go of his wrist and held onto his body instead.

The boy’s eyes widened and he gasped when he felt the two wet fingers reentering him, but not in his mouth this time. He gripped onto the man above him, closing his eyes. He groaned as the digits stretched the inside of him, lifting his legs to try and make it more comfortable. The kiss was broken and the man just stared at the boy’s flushed face as his fingers did the work.

The boy was beat red, tears reappearing in the corners of his eyes, beads of sweat arising on his forehead. His auburn hair was messy as it fell from his face, those hazel eyes avoiding his own. “Toboe,” he whispered. The boy didn’t look at him. “Toboe,” he spoke again.

Toboe hesitantly looked at him; his face soft and caring. “Tsume,” he whispered back to him, “Please…” he muttered, closing his eyes again.

“Toboe,” Tsume could tell the boy was scared, never having been in this position before, “It’s all right… You have to trust me too.” He saw the boy smile softly at the repeated gesture, but still wincing as his two fingers moved inside of him. “Here we go,” he breathed, holding the boy to him.

“Here we? -AH!” Toboe yelled as the fingers were immediately replaced with something much larger. And he knew what it was. He cried, tears beading in his squinting eyes as he grabbed onto the man above him. “Oh, God!” he cried; the pain was unbearable.

“I’m sorry,” Tsume whispered as he thrust into him again, feeling the boy’s fingernails digging into his back. “If you relax…” He was having trouble getting the words out as he found himself becoming lost in the moment. “Just relax, Toboe.”

The boy nodded into his chest, holding onto him tightly. He found himself wrapping his legs around him once more, finding comfort in the grip. “Ah…” he cried once more, but this time it was different. He gripped onto the man harder, “Oh…” The pain was fading as a new rush of energy took its place. It was much like before when the man’s mouth was on him. “Oh, God!” he cried again, exciting the man on top of him.

Tsume thrust into him again, each time harder than the last. The boy moaned each time, holding onto him with intense passion. He looked at the boy’s face when he moved inside of him. He would throw his head back, let out a cry, his face red and wet from tears and sweat. “Tsume!” he cried once more as the man pulled out of him.

Thinking it was over, Toboe was disappointed, not having released yet. But then he found his body flipped over by the strong man’s arms and onto his stomach. His rear was immediately pulled up against the man, positioning him as the other hand firmly held down his upper back, pressing him onto the bed. He moaned when he was entered once more, gripping onto the sheets.

He felt his face turning red again, feeling embarrassed and almost humiliated by the dominant man’s hold over him. But there was nothing he could do. Instead, he gave in to the firm hold, not being able to move aside from crying out each time he was thrust into.

Tsume bit his lip again as he held the boy down, holding complete power over the submissive body beneath him. He groaned each time he moved in him, one hand holding down the boy’s shoulder. The other hand pulled the boy’s right thigh closer to him, being able to fully dive all of himself into him.

Toboe gasped for air as he was pressed further and further into the bed underneath the man, “I can’t breathe!” he cried. Tsume sat back on his heels, taking the boy with him. He held him against his strong body, still inside him and moving, both arms wrapped around him.

Toboe moaned in pleasure once more when he felt his companion hit that specific area; each time it sent him flying. “Tsume!” He cried out again and was greeted by the man’s lips on his cheek and neck. He held onto those strong arms that were wrapped around him, fully enjoying each soft and gentle kiss on his face and shoulder as he was strongly thrust into.

He could feel it coming again, as it had before. He moaned, moving his own hips on top of Tsume’s. He soon felt he was being pulled out of once again and fought to stay there, but was pushed off. He turned around, just as those strong arms gathered him to the man’s body to face him on his lap.

Toboe kissed him again, hungry for more. He was becoming more and more confident as he placed himself on top of the manhood once more. Tsume’s hands helped him to position himself and he groaned when he was inside of the boy again, burrowing his head into his delicate shoulder.

The man bit his lip again, “Fuck,” he muttered. He too felt himself beginning to rise as the heat took over. He was kissed by the boy once more, whose tongue bore into his mouth. “Toboe,” he breathed, taking a break from their kiss. He began to move up and down faster with the boy on his lap, kissing him and holding onto him.

“Tsume,” the boy breathed, calling out his name as he looked into his golden eyes.

Tsume gazed into the boy’s hazel eyes, all dreamy and lost as their bodies moved quickly together.

“Toboe,” he moaned again. That was it.

The boy threw his head back and cried, beginning to release himself as Tsume dove into the nape of his neck, sinking his teeth into him. “Tsume! Ah…” Toboe’s eyes shot open and cried as he felt the man’s sharp daggers draw blood from his soft skin. He held onto him as the mark was made, holding the man’s head and pressing him in further.

The boy cried out in pain again as he felt Tsume sink his teeth in deeper, also gripping onto him.

Tsume sunk his teeth in deeper as he felt himself begin to release into the boy’s shaking body. He gripped onto him as Toboe cried out once more as the surge of energy rushed through them.

It felt like two life times of emptiness and longing spilling out of him. He could taste the boy’s blood in his mouth now, filled with desire for him. The boy’s body melted into his own, still holding onto him, sweating and breathing heavily.

Tsume lied down along with him, still inside of him. The boy’s face was exhausted and tired, his eyes beginning to fade. It had been so long, so many miles they had walked together. Why had it never come to this before?

He had lied to himself, hadn’t he, saying that he didn’t need him. But that wasn’t true, was it?

Tsume wiped away the hair sticking to the boy’s sweaty forehead, kissing it in return. He found himself also becoming relaxed and grew tired as he gazed at Toboe’s face, relaxed and well spent. He just laid there next to him, still holding him close, their legs, arms and bodies entwined. He sighed and nuzzled the boy’s head, who in return buried his head into the older one’s neck. “Tsume…” he whispered, beginning to doze off.

This boy was his mate now.

He held him closer, resting his head on top of his.

Toboe was his and always would be.

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