Storm

So, this is shameless smut with no real plot, but sometimes we just need one of those, don’t we? Hehehe, actually, this is some kind of personal goal. I’ve always found battle and sex scenes the hardest to write because it’s easy to bore the reader and get lost in little details that have no real interest at all. So, in my country we’ve a saying that goes: ‘La práctica hace al maestro’, practice makes perfect (it’s not the litteral translation, but the meaning is the same), so here I go. :)

Disclaimer: Wolf’s Rain is BONES & Keiko Nobumoto’s original idea.

Storm

The storm had forced the four wolfs to search for shelter. The blizzard hadn’t allowed them to see more than a few scarce feet before them and had confused their keen senses, rendering them useless. Kiba had insisted on trying to keep going, but after at least two hours of wandering aimlessly trough the infernal winds and rain, their paws sinking deeper and deeper into the snow at their feet, the white wolf finally relented. Finding a cave had indeed proved very lucky; a few more minutes outside and they would have frozen to death.

Toboe hopelessly tried to get rid of the water soaking his clothes and fur; he was so cold that even his bones felt frostbitten. The cub ran a trembling hand through wet locks of hair, trying to detangle the knots he found there, while his eyes searched though the blizzard outside.

-Runt. - Hige’s voice called somewhere behind him. -If you stay there you’ll catch pneumonia. Come here.

Still trembling, Toboe sent one last look to the impenetrable winds before leaving the entrance of the small cave, joining his friends inside. He sat down next to the honey coloured wolf, who had instinctively occupied the most sheltered corner of their little provisional den; Hige moved to make room for the smallest of his pack mates, but made sure to still stay close enough to the youngster, hoping his body warmth would help the pup.

Toboe snuggled close to his friend, looking around the cave as he did. Kiba was still outside; the white wolf had been restless so he opted for trying to find a secure path, -more or less sheltered from the blizzard-, for his pack to cross while the storm persisted. Apparently, their fearless leader wouldn’t even let nature’s forces delay their quest for Paradise.

Toboe’s eyes then fell on Tsume. The tanned man sat by himself to the left side of the cave, opposite to them, with his piercing golden eyes searching intently beyond the entrance of their shelter. He appeared to be calm, not really affected by the cold at all; however, since Toboe was watching him carefully, the nearly imperceptible shiver didn’t go unnoticed.

-Tsume…- The grey wolf didn’t move at all, only his eyes shifted slightly, acknowledging the cub. -… I’m still cold. Sit with us, please.

Tsume looked at him with an unreadable expression framing his features, calmly watching the pup’s expectant expression. Finally, rolling his eyes he stood up and walked to them, sitting by Toboe’s other side.

The small wolf smiled to himself. It had taken him quite some time, but now he was proud to boast, -although never out laud-, of being one of the few individuals able to understand Tsume’s way of thinking and acting… He also saw the small grin tugging on Hige’s lips, while the broad brown wolf feigned ignorance.

Sighing happily, Toboe cuddled in between his two pack mates, finally able to keep the cold somewhat at bay. When sleep was finally claiming him, some soft footsteps got his attention: Kiba had returned. Their leader entered the cave not making a sound, conscious of the three pair of eyes studying him, and laid down next to Hige without uttering a word. His hunched, soaking wet back, told them everything they wanted to know… At least they would get some much needed hours of sleep.

Minutes tickled by and there was no way to tell how much time had already passed. The wind blew outside, wining like a ghost its ancient song, while the occasional roar of thunder kept the young wolf awake. Toboe wouldn’t fall asleep; every time he closed his eyes, the storm outside would startle him awake… But the cub knew he needed to rest, if he didn’t, the next day he would be nothing but a nuisance.

-Kiba…

Hige’s hushed voice whispered to his left.

-Hm…- Was the white wolf’s murmured reply; apparently they had also been unable to fall sleep.

-… Are you mad?

Kiba seemed to think his answer through, but when he did talk, he answered in a hushed tone. Obviously, they both though their friends weren’t awake.

-No.- He paused. -But I don’t like being stuck here doing nothing… I’ll rather be out there in the storm.

Toboe heard him shift, turning around to look at Hige. Remembering how close they were to each other, the cub could only guess their faces were probably only a few inches apart. Their closeness made them tone down their voices even more, making it harder for the young wolf to understand what they were saying; however, when Hige talked again, Toboe felt the smile that surely had drawn itself in his friend’s lips.

-Only you would prefer the cold snow outside to the warmth of another pack mate…

-Well, not always… It depends…

Toboe was surprised to hear the playfulness in Kiba’s normally stoic voice, which only helped to encourage Hige’s quickly returning mischief, making him forget the slight hesitance that he had shown only a few seconds ago.

-Oh… And it depends on what?

-You tell me…

-You know what…- Toboe blinked, he had never heard either that soft and somehow graver tone in his easygoing friend’s voice before. -I think I’ll better show you…

And then, the cave was rendered in silence once again. Although Toboe was curious about what had quieted his companions down, he didn’t dare to turn around, afraid they realized he had been eavesdropping on them. Holding his breath, the pup tried to listen… He felt Kiba shift again, carefully placing himself on top his partner and making Hige chuckle just as quietly. Toboe heard the rustling of their clothes and how their breathing began to turn more forced, nearly resembling panting… And that’s when that particular scent reached his nostrils. Even though he knew it came from his friends, he couldn’t quite place it… It was making funny things to his stomach.

-…Kiba. - Hige’s voice sounded out of breath. -Kiba, listen.

But the dark haired boy only hushed him, apparently too busy with whatever he was doing to bother with talking.

-Kiba please… We have to move, we might…- He moaned quietly, confusing Toboe even more. -…We might wake them up if we don’t…

Their leader sighed before grunting an affirmative that came out somewhat muffled, hinting Toboe that whatever it was what Kiba was doing, it required burring his face in his partner’s neck or collarbone.

Toboe felt the cold breeze hit his suddenly uncovered back when Hige left his side, making him shiver again. Realising that his friends were too concentrated to notice his trembling, he took his chance to turn around, keeping his eyes closed in feigned sleep, and absentmindedly spooning against the sleeping Tsume.

He heard them move to the opposite side of the cave, probably to the same corner the grey wolf had previously occupied. Discreetly, Toboe opened his eyes just a slit, enough to be able to look around but still seem asleep; he was even more surprised by what he saw… Both older wolfs seemed engaged in a battle of some sort, with their lips clashing together violently and practically clawing at the other’s clothes. Their hands seemed to move by their own accord, desperately grabbing and groping every inch of skin that was exposed; and their fingers alternated between tender caresses to careless scratches that tainted their pale skin crimson. The delicate blood flow entranced Toboe, while the metallic smell mixed with that strange scent that only became stronger.

Kiba, who was kneeling between his partner’s legs, pushed Hige down finding little resistance, -both his hands flat against the other boy’s chest-, to climb back on top of him once the brown wolf’s back touched the floor. Toboe saw them kiss again, now much more gentler than before; while their lips brushed, Hige’s hands found the white wolf’s nape, his fingers running through the shaggy dark hair. The cheerful wolf playfully trapped his companion’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently but none the less drawing a little blood which tasted sweet in his mouth, his tongue lapping it away without letting the other go. Kiba growled in mock anger, demanding release, but his friend only chuckled again, refusing to let got… Toboe frowned when he heard the chuckle turn into an unrestrained moan and saw the gentle fingers in Kiba’s hair tighten their grip. This time, it was the white wolf’s turn to laugh, who was able to sound amused even if a little hurtful when he took advantage of the other’s moan to free his injured lip. Confused, Toboe studied his friends carefully, wondering what would have made Hige loose his ‘prey’… That’s when he saw Kiba’s hand had disappeared somewhere under his companion’s sweatpants.

The wandering hand made Hige moan again but Kiba, still smiling, muted the sound of pleasure by kissing his companion, effectively shutting the normally talkative wolf up in just a matter of seconds. Kiba then ran his tongue from the bruised lips to the whiskers like marks on his partner’s cheeks, until he reached an unsuspecting ear. Toboe got a glimpse of the beautiful green-blue eyes resembling the storm outside in their intensity, before some locks of dark hair shaded them when he tilted his head to whisper something only meant for the caramel coloured wolf’s ears.

The young wolf would have sworn that he saw Hige shiver in response, but he didn’t know if it was because of the cold or something entirely different. Brushing his nose against Kiba’s, the light haired boy nodded, searching his partner’s lips once more while the white wolf separated his body from his by stretching out his arms, giving the brown wolf room to turn around and finally kneel before the Alfa. Toboe saw Kiba fumble with the button of his jeans… The cub couldn’t take his eyes from the sight in front of him, no longer caring if the others found out they had a spectator, - although they probably were too busy with one another to notice anyone else-; he couldn’t help either the blush that immediately crept down his cheeks. And when he subconsciously compared himself with the two grown up wolfs, Toboe realized for the first time how young he truly was…

He hadn’t been expecting what happened next and the cub closed his eyes in empathy along with the light haired boy when Kiba forcefully united their bodies in one swift movement. Hige was able to tone down his cry of pain to a hissed groan before he quickly buried his head between his forearms, trying to calm down his uneven breathing. On top of him, the white wolf stayed still. Confused, Toboe saw Kiba begin nipping and licking the other wolf’s neck, bathing the skin with kisses and gentle bites; the tender gesture seemed to be an apology of some sort, some kind of soothing act on the powerful wolf’s part…

When Hige was finally able to get a hold of himself, somehow forcing his body to relax and get used to the pain and the invading presence inside him that had to be hurtful, Kiba moved again. Only a couple of long and slow thrusts at first that made both older wolfs wince, but that began to gain force when the pain subsided little by little with each stab. Soon after they were rocking together in unison, and Toboe realized that this couldn’t be the first time that they were doing this… Amazed, and still unable to tear his eyes from his two pack mates, the young cub wondered how many times had they actually been together like this without their knowledge…

Another restrained moan got his attention. Unexpectedly, his friends changed their stance; together, they quickly managed an upright position while still standing on their knees that allowed their rocking to turn harder and the thrusts to reach deeper. The white wolf’s hands snaked around the other’s waist, to finally begin stroking the light haired boy’s neglected member, easily coordinating that movement with the rhythm of their rocking. Closing his eyes, Hige leaned on his partner’s chest, searching support while he used his own weight to impale himself on Kiba who, in exchange, rested his forehead against the brown wolfs upper back. A bolt of lighting thundered outside when the storm reached its peak, covering the walls of their cave with a silver coat that not even the moonlight could compare to. And basked in the bright lighting, it’s light playing with shadows over their bodies, Toboe saw his friends in a completely new light; he had never seen them so beautiful before, together, moving as only one being, they looked absolutely stunning.

Now they were certainly panting and the cub could tell that keeping their moaning low was proving really hard for them. When the light brown wolf felt Kiba remove his face from its provisional shelter in between his shoulder blades, he turned his head to look at him; they stared at each other for a couple of seconds and then Hige smiled, earning a small grin from Kiba… And Toboe once again felt as if he was watching something he shouldn’t when he saw the white wolf sink his fangs into his companion’s exposed collarbone. When the first droplets of blood tainted the Alfa’s mouth, flowing then down Hige’s front and back, the brown wolf let out a desperate howl, clawing at Kiba’s tights and throwing his head back as his body trembled when release finally reached him. Although obviously spent, the light haired boy still managed to keep up with his partner’s rocking long enough for their leader to reach his own climax… Kiba was able to drown his cry of pleasure by burring his teeth deeper into his partner’s skin, his tongue lapping the warm life flow as a couple of drops escaped his lips to run sensuously down his chin.

They remained motionless then, still panting and leaning against each other for support. After a minute or so, Hige finally moved forward, freeing his pack mate as he did so and earning a hiss from them both as their bodies’ union was broken; he turned around carefully, hinting that he probably felt a little sore, and faced Kiba. The white wolf looked completely innocent as he licked his fingers clean of his pack mate’s seed with his narrow chin still covered by blood; the light haired boy smiled at the sight once again and chuckling, he lovingly kissed the Alfa, lapping the blood away from his companion’s face and tasting himself in the other’s mouth. Once all evidence of their nightly activities had been erased, both tired wolfs laid back down next to each other and closed their eyes. In a matter of seconds, Hige was thoroughly asleep, snoring softly; Kiba watched him for a couple of minutes, letting his friend’s even breathing lull him to sleep and just before it claimed him too, he buried his face in the other’s mop of hair, breathing deeply, before lowering his head one last time to the still bleeding wound in the brown wolf’s collarbone, scratching it absently with his fangs and letting the sweet taste in his mouth and the relaxation of his muscles lull him finally into dreams.

When he was sure both older wolfs were asleep, Toboe let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He frowned, trying to understand exactly what he had seen and what it meant… The cub knew humans did that when they were in love, but he was also conscious that mostly they only had sex out of need, with no real feelings towards their lovers; he had also heard once that wolfs mated for life, but since this was the first pack he had ever been with, he was unfamiliar with his specie’s customs. So what should he make out of all that: did it mean that the love Kiba and Hige felt for each other went further that the one you feel for a pack mate or was it merely the result of their most primal needs trying to fight loneliness? What’s more, if Kiba was the Alfa of their little pack and Hige was sleeping with him… Did that make the other wolf his mate? Toboe could feel his mind spinning with hundreds of unanswered questions and doubts; however, the most disconcerting thing was the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that refused to go.

Toboe shifted uncomfortably, trying of getting rid of the sudden anxiousness that had taken over his body. He had never felt like this before… Desperate, he tried to lie on his stomach and the moment he turned around, he felt a cutting pain between his legs freeze him in the spot. Incredulous, he looked down to the centre of his pain and was utterly surprised to find a budge that he was sure it hadn’t been there before…

-What’s wrong, kid?

Toboe felt a lump in his throat when Tsume’s deep voice reached his ears. Wasn’t the grey wolf supposed to be asleep? When had he woken up? Had he seen Kiba and Hige? Had he realized the effect their actions had had on him? The young wolf had never felt so embarrassed in his life…

-Toboe? - The grey wolf tried again and the warm breath near the cub’s ear made him shiver involuntary. -Toboe, are you okay?

Tears inevitably welled up in the child’s eyes, running down his cheeks to fall on the cold stone floor beneath them. He didn’t know what was wrong with him but, for some reason, he didn’t want anybody to know; he would feel so ashamed if someone saw him like that… Knowing the cub was awake, and seeing his slight trembling, Tsume got worried. Carefully, the tanned man laid on his forearms to try to get a look at the young wolf’s face; but when the pup tried to cover his eyes with his hands, refusing to look at him, Tsume grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around with a gentle tug.

-Tsume…

Their eyes met and Toboe started to cry with distress, making the older man frown.

-What the hell is wrong, Toboe?!

The cub knew Tsume hadn’t meant to shout but still it made him feel worse, which made him cry even harder than before. He was embarrassed and his groin still hurt too much, sticking out proudly and refusing to cool down. Not knowing what else to do, he looked down quickly before meeting Tsume’s piercing golden gaze again. The grey wolf watched him with confusion predominating in his features until realization apparently hit him, making his eyes widen and his eyebrows arch; a quick look was all it took for Tsume to understand what was wrong with the kid… The roar of laughter made Toboe flush a deep red and angrily, he pushed away the hand meant to rub his hair.

-It’s not funny, Tsume! I don’t know what’s happening to me…

The tanned man took a deep breath, controlling his laughter if only for the cub’s sake. Clearing his throat, Tsume tried to keep a straight face…

-Listen, runt. It’s nothing serious, just try to calm down and it will eventually go away.

Toboe nodded with big tearful eyes, before turning around pitifully. He heard Tsume sigh as he laid back down, supposedly to sleep, which rendered their cave in silence for a second time. Once again, Toboe found himself counting the minutes and, once again too, he found himself unable to fall asleep; only this time, he couldn’t blame the storm outside… He tried to do as Tsume had said, but he couldn’t calm down, not with that ‘thing’ poking at his pants… What’s worse, he couldn’t get the image of his two friends together out of his head and, the more he thought about it, the worse the pain grew. Defeated, Toboe finally gave up and turned around to face the grey wolf.

-Tsume. – He didn’t get an answer, so he shook his friend. -Tsume, wake up.

The tanned man growled.

-What is it now?

When he got no answer, the older wolf finally relented, turning around to look at the cub.

-It doesn’t go away…

-And what do you want me to do?!

Toboe could tell Tsume was getting angry and his reaction only made the pup mad too, making him snap although he wasn’t sure why.

-Well, I don’t know!

That got Tsume’s attention. After a couple of seconds in which the grey wolf seemed both to be studding Toboe intently and discussing something with himself, he finally reached a decision. Sending meaningful glare to his two sleeping pack mates, the tanned man sat beside the young wolf and, without uttering a word, kneeled on the floor with the cub’s legs between his. Suddenly feeling trapped, Toboe tried to struggle away, scared… However, the moment he looked back at the man pinning him down, he remembered that it was only Tsume, and he calmed down for the first time in the last couple of hours. The grey wolf had saved his life so many times that Toboe couldn’t count them, he could trust his friend with his life; he also knew Tsume would never hurt him.

Smiling softly, the tanned man caressed the young wolf’s cheek with a tenderness Toboe would have never thought him capable of, before placing his hands near the cub’s waist band. Still watching Toboe’s face intently, he ran his fingers gently over the budge in the reddish wolf’s pants; it was just a feather light touch… But it made Toboe’s stomach burn with fire and a laud moan leave his lips. Tsume’s smirk only widened. Encouraged by the reaction he stroked it with the back of his hand before finally grabbing it though the pant’s fabric. Toboe shouted again, unable to keep quiet under that agile hand’s ministrations. No wonder Tsume’s name meant ‘claw’; with fingers like his, there couldn’t be a better homage… Desperate for more contact, the cub tried to stand up but his anxiousness only made the older man chuckle, pushing him down again.

Running his palm up his groin, Tsume’s fingers finally found the button that neglected freedom to Toboe. The young wolf groaned in frustration, begging his friend to hurry up… And when his hurting member was finally exposed, Toboe felt as if he had reached Paradise. Suddenly, that strange scent that had reached his nostrils earlier that night filled the cave again, and Toboe realised it was the smell of arousal. The scent brought back the image of his two pack mates together and the young wolf was unexpectedly reminded of his young age, making his blush grow even more. He didn’t dare to meet Tsume’s eyes because, if he saw disappointed or gibe shining through the intense golden gaze, he wouldn’t be able to stand it…

All rational though left his mind when something wet and warm touched him there where nobody else had ever before. He tried to rise his head to look at Tsume, but the older wolf had lowered his own between the other’s legs… When the nimble tongue caressed his shaft again, Toboe thought he would die that night; so when it was completely engulfed by a warm mouth next, the inexperienced cub couldn’t help half moaning half crying with everything he had. As Tsume chuckled, amused by his reaction, his throat vibrated softly, sending waves of pleasure through Toboe’s whole body. The cub couldn’t keep quiet, still not able to believe what was happening… And when he felt Tsume, -strong, proud, handsome Tsume-, easily deep throat him as he played with his teeth gently enough not to draw blood and caressing with that marvellous tongue his throbbing shaft, Toboe felt his sight turn white and the inferno burning inside him blow up in flames…

When he was able to produce coherent thinking again, the cub opened his eyes. Exhausted, he waited for Tsume to finish lapping the remains of his climax; the pup didn’t move either when the tanned man was done, allowing his friend to fasten his green pants for him, which thankfully, didn’t constrict him any longer. Smiling contently, he turned around to face Tsume when the grey wolf laid down beside him.

-Thanks a lot, Tsume…

-Anytime, runt.

The answer somehow made Toboe’s heart jump, bathing his whole body in a dreamlike happiness he couldn’t quite describe. Spent out, tired and unexpectedly joyful, the cub cuddled against his pack mate, resting his head in the strong chest and kissing lovingly the x shaped scar that framed it. Tsume was about to protest, trying to get the boy off him, but when the only sound he received was a tranquil snore, the grey wolf sighed… Forcing himself to fall asleep, -with his fingers absently caressing the reddish soft locks that tickled his chest-, the grey wolf cursed his three friends for neglecting him of his sleep… While the three oblivious boys slept peacefully, thoroughly spent after their little nightly activities, Tsume would spent all night long trying to ignore his own unattended arousal which was actually their own fault…

The grey wolf sighed again, knowing the next day he would be cranky… At least if he snapped at any of them he wouldn’t feel guilty. He should really try to talk with their ‘fearless leader’ and his ‘insatiable porky’ to get into their thick skulls that they should keep their nightly activities to themselves, saving the ‘poor innocent cub’ and himself from the unwanted spectacle… He should really have a talk with Toboe too, you know, to teach a couple of things to the pup; he couldn’t go around such a harsh world without a basic knowledge, could he?… But then of course, next time something like this happened he could always suggest an orgy of some sort to his overly active pack mates…

The end?

Hehehehe, what did you think? Please leave a review telling me if you liked it or what would you change to make it better; remember that constructive criticism is always useful. Anyway, at least I hope I made you have a good time. ;)

Lacerta