Author's Note: Good heavens, what is it about Seto and Joey as werewolves that I like so much?
ALSO FORGIVE THE CRAPPY TITLE AAAAAAHHHH. D
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Werewolf
He could still feel the fangs digging into his skin, ripping it apart and splattering his blood across furry muzzles. They'd torn at him with every intent of slaughtering him like a squealing pig and devouring his flesh. He'd truly thought he was going to die until a sharp howl had rent the air, and the pack of wolves backed off immediately, ducking their heads in a way he vaguely recalled was submissive. Then he remembered his brother, who had lunged into the sacrificial circle after him. He supposed he should be angry, but knowing that the younger boy probably would have been sacrificed the next year dulled his sense of fury merely to concern for his brother's current condition. He'd pulled the younger boy into his arms and looked up to see what had caused the wolves to recede. It had been a light—the moon—but brighter, and the brightness kept coming closer and closer until it consumed them both completely. It had been warm, and the entity had filled him with a calming feeling. He'd heard the whisper of something that sounded like 'worthy' and 'ideal' and 'gift.' Then he'd fainted because all of his wounds had begun to burn like he'd never suffered before and he felt his skull and back ripping apart. Seto groaned quietly as he felt something licking delicately at his ears, which had ached for the last few days—ever since he'd realized he'd had the canine appendages. It felt heavenly, having someone soothe his burning skin with their own hot tongue. He realized he should be more frightened, but the creature behind him was a werewolf—the creature he himself had been turned into after passing some sort of test during the sacrificial ritual—and he could feel nothing but content as the other creature comforted him the only way it knew how. Besides, he'd been cold and had been unable to do anything but lie where he was for the first few days, and had been too afraid to wander outside the cave he'd found himself in for this last one.
The long, slow swipes of the tongue were so soothing that all he wanted to do was melt. He moaned as the hot muscle moved around to his throat, then snarled and turned, instinctively slamming the other werewolf down and growling—that had been much too close to his artery for his taste, and after the attack he'd suffered earlier, he didn't want to go through a near-death experience any time soon.
The blond offered his own neck accommodatingly, batting long lashes at him in a way that his head said was confusing but his cock assured was alluring. His pink lips curved into a sweet smile. "Welcome," he said quietly, then gently pushed him away and stood, trotting away with a simple wave of his tail. He paused at the edge of the cave and turned to smile at him again. "Your brother is at the healer's den. He's been asking for you."
Seto whined in the back of his throat for a reason that was unknown to him yet. "I…"
"Rest. The other males will teach you all ya need t' know," the blond cooed, still smiling. "I have other duties t' attend to. Please be still."
The brunet whined again, eyes drawn to the waving tail before pausing on the curved hips, where a thick piece of fur hung low. It dangled loosely around the blond's thighs, leaving just enough to the imagination that Seto couldn't
help but wonder what was under there. His eyes drifted back up to the other werewolf's golden hair. Yellow was quite an unusual color in this area…
Wait, other males? The handsome werewolf with his hot tongue wasn't going to help him?
—Mokuba was asking for him. Mokuba needed him!
Charging out of the cave, he was momentarily blinded and immediately winded as he was slammed into. "GAH."
"…I wouldn't move around too quickly if I were you," the other man stated, crossing his arms. "You okay?"
Seto whined again. "I feel like I ran into a wall."
"You did. A wall of muscle. Don't worry; after you get some hunting in, you'll be more muscular, too," the older werewolf replied. He offered him a hand up. "…You're scrawny even for newly-turned standards," he muttered, frowning. "What-?"
"My brother and I didn't really receive much to eat," Seto growled, allowing himself to be pulled up. He whined. "Where is he?"
The other man turned and pointed to another cave nearby. "Over there. But Joey told you to rest, didn't he? You shouldn't be up and about."
"Joey? Was that his name?" Seto tilted his head, then growled, unconsciously baring his teeth. "Doesn't matter. I want to see my little brother."
"Alright." The other man held his hands up in defeat. "Go ahead. See if I care."
The brunet didn't need to be told twice, unable to help being offended that the man didn't trust him to know his own body. When he collapsed in the doorway from exhaustion, however, he realized Joey and the man he'd run into were probably right.
Getting nuzzled and licked by his also-turned brother sort of made up for it, though, even if he was trapped in the healer's den instead of what he learned was to be his own shared den with his brother.
.-.-.-.-.-.
"Wow, you two are
really bad at this," Tristan sighed, watching another deer escape. He turned to look at the two new werewolves that were panting in the middle of the clearing. "We've been practicing for months. You should be better than this by now."
Seto muttered something that could have been vulgar if it hadn't been breathless and exhausted.
Yugi smiled at the unwinded brunet and shrugged. "They're just late bloomers. They'll get the hang of it eventually."
"…Or starve once we leave them to hunt on their own. We only have two more weeks before we have to leave them be." Tristan frowned and rubbed the back of his head. "I don't hold much hope for this."
"Are we done for the day then?" Mokuba whimpered. "I'm tired…"
Seto sat up and shook his head, ignoring how lights momentarily danced in his eyes before he caught his breath. "Mokuba, they're right. We really need to practice more, and—"
Mokuba whined.
"…Go play," the brunet growled, scowling. He watched his brother immediately scamper away (appearing as if he hadn't been exhausted for a moment), then sighed and turned to the other two werewolves that had been trying so desperately to teach them how to hunt. "What do I keep doing wrong?"
"Your brother keeps jumping the gun," Yugi replied easily. "It's understandable, though, since he's so young. You're a few moments too late, though, so you keep giving the deer an escape route. You just need to work on your timing." He paused. "…And also get your brother to calm down. This is food, not fun."
Seto sighed again and licked his lips at the thought of sinking his teeth into a deer's soft throat. "Yeah…"
"…Why don't you take a few hours to get in touch with the forest?" Tristan suggested. "It would help when we go hunting next. Besides, you've scared everything within three miles awa—NGH!" He grunted when his smaller companion elbowed him in the side. "What? He has!"
"Part of it could be because the deer can smell how much you stink. When was the last time you took a bath?" Yugi exclaimed, scowling. "And I probably could have been quieter. It wasn't just him."
The brunet frowned and turned to sniff his shoulder. "I don't smell that bad. Do I?"
Seto sent him a deadpanned stare. "…"
"…I'll go take a bath…"
Watching them leave, the brunet sighed again and looked down at the dark gray fur wrapped around his own hips, picking at some of the stray hairs. If he couldn't prove he could hunt, the Goddess might take away the gift that She had bestowed on he and his brother. He didn't want that. He wanted to prove that he was a good werewolf that could provide for his family—his mate and pups, if he had them—and that he was a good hunter.
He didn't want to be sent back to Her minions to be torn apart again, this time for good.
Before he could wallow too long in his self-pity, Seto's ears perked up as he heard soft humming that his brain knew piqued his curiosity but his body somehow knew excited him. Standing and trotting toward the quiet hum, he peeked out from beneath a tree and whined to himself quietly when he saw Joey washing in one of the streams that led to the lake.
The brunet took a few moments to take in the tan skin, glowing in the afternoon sunlight, until his eyes caught sight of the fuzzy blond trail that dipped under the water and blurred coyly. He frowned. He'd been noticing a lot of other werewolves' bodies lately, and when he'd quietly expressed his concerns to the healer, he had only laughed and informed him that he was the age where most werewolves mated and settled down and his new instincts were probably over-accommodating for it.
But no one had been as attractive as the blond that he'd woken to licking his ears.
Hearing the snap of a twig, Joey turned sharply, immediately grabbing his tail to tuck in front of him demurely. When he saw who was peeping at him, however, he had to smile. "I see you're doin' well."
"…I guess," Seto replied after a moment, feeling awkward. "I'm still depending on others for food, though."
"That's okay. I was a slow learner, too," the blond assured, shrugging a little. "I was always too excited. That's why I've been assigned babysittin' duties." He pulled his tail a little closer to his body and glanced away. "Um, aside from other obvious reasons."
The older boy frowned. "Obvious reasons?"
The blond's cheeks tinted pink in surprise and embarrassment. "W-well, I was born able t' carry children, so everyone always told me it wasn't safe t' go hunt on my own, in case someone from a different pack wanted t' force me t' mate with 'em. I'm a perfectly good fighter, of course, but no one wanted t' take the chance," he added sadly. "And they said I had the choice of matin' with a man
or a woman, but then they sort of took that chance away from me when the elders started warnin' women against acceptin' courtship with me." He grimaced. "They said I was more valuable as a bitch."
Seto scowled. "That doesn't seem fair at
all. And you just let them get away with it?"
"I was too young t' realize it at the time." The blond shrugged helplessly. "And by the time I was old enough, it was too late. All of the girls were too afraid of what the elders might do t' punish 'em that they decided I was too much trouble." He paused, then smiled again. "Am I that interesting?"
The brunet blinked. "Huh?"
"You're starin'."
"…I am! Sorry, I didn't realize and—sorry. I just—sorry."
Joey chuckled quietly and stepped out of the water as the brunet hurried to look anywhere that wasn't at him. "I don't mind. I think it's sort of cute." He shook himself dry as the former human hesitantly turned his gaze back on him, then reached up for his fur wrap that had been drying on a branch nearby. "I hear the Goddess's test for ya is comin' soon, t' decide whether or not you're actually fit t' be a werewolf. I'm sure you and your brother will pass it with no trouble."
Seto frowned. "How can you be so sure? Everyone else seems to think that She's going to kill us because we besmirch the other werewolves so much."
The blond laughed again. "Besmirch us? There are some full-grown males that still have trouble huntin' and hafta go in groups! You'll be fine. Trust me."
"…If you say so…" The brunet sighed, then blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Um, the healer told me that licking someone's ears is very personal, so, I, um… wanted to apologize for making you do that—"
"No need." Joey smiled at him so sweetly that he felt sugar melting into his brain and making him want to receive that smile again and again. "I wanted t' do it. Besides…" He stepped up to the brunet and trailed a hand down his bare chest. "You intrigue me." His fingers stilled over the rippling abdomen. "Hmm. You're gettin' more muscle already," he cooed, then began leaning toward his face.
Every instinct he had was screaming at him to grab the blond and take him right there, but Seto reigned those feelings in resolutely. He dipped his head to perhaps meet the younger boy's mouth, wondering if his pink lips tasted as sweet as they looked—
"SETO, COME LOOK AT THIS!"
Seto let his head fall onto the blond's shoulder with a defeated whine as the younger werewolf chuckled in amusement. "Damn it."
"Well, it seems your brother needs you," Joey stated, still chuckling a little, as he stepped back. "I'll see ya around, Seto." He batted his eyelashes at him before turning and sauntering away.
The brunet whined again as he watched his hips swaying with each step until he disappeared behind some trees, feeling let down and cheated and angry and exasperated and a million other things. One of the more highly desired werewolves had been flirting with him and the moment had been ruined and he was certain that he wouldn't be getting another chance for him.
.-.-.-.-.-.
They'd passed. HOW IN THE WORLD HAD THEY PASSED!
Sure, he'd gotten better at hunting (a little), and he'd even gotten Mokuba to calm enough so he didn't send the deer scattering, but he was still far from experienced enough to be considered a good candidate for living as a werewolf.
He still startled himself with his tail, for Pete's sake!
Still, the throngs of people coming by and offering the two of them food and blankets were ironic, even if they were congratulatory. He turned to look at all of the jerky and furs they'd been given and sighed. Well, they wouldn't have to hunt for a while. That was good. And they'd never be cold, so… He just thanked the Goddess that the trail of well-wishers had trickled to a stop.
He heard a cough at the edge of his den. So much for that thought.
Turning, Seto was surprised to find a familiar blond werewolf pausing politely just inside his den. "Joey."
Joey smiled at him and nodded. "I told ya that you'd pass, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did," Seto replied, returning the smile.
Joey waited a few more moments before hesitantly asking, "May I come in?"
"What? Yes. …Oh! I'm sorry! Yes, come in!" Seto slapped a hand over his face. What sort of idiot was he to make his (very attractive) guest stand next to the door? "Sorry. I don't know where my brain goes when I talk to you."
"Probably t' your penis," the blond supplied helpfully, stepping further into the small but quaint den. He examined it slowly. "This is a very nice den. Where's your brother?"
"Oh, he's probably in his room." The brunet frowned thoughtfully. "He was exhausted after the test, so he just took some of the furs and jerky and passed out in there."
"His… room?" Joey blinked at him in confusion.
Seto led him over to a small hole in the wall that he'd painstakingly dug out with his own hands. "Yes. –It's something we had as humans," he explained as the blond peered into the tiny nook. "We needed someplace private that we could retreat to and sleep in. I've dug out my own room, too, so if you come in and don't see me, you should check for me in there."
The smaller werewolf wandered over to peek into the brunet's 'room,' ears flying up when he saw how small it was. After a moment, he smiled coyly and turned to look up at him. "It's pretty small. Probably only big enough for you."
Seto blinked. "Yes… But I'm the only one that's going to be in it, so…"
Joey stared at him, flabbergasted, then sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. Well, congratulations on passin' your test. I've gotta get back t' my own den."
The brunet walked him to the opening of his den, perplexed as to why the younger boy was suddenly so cold. Then he realized. "You were flirting with me."
"Yes." Joey turned to smile up at him. "You're so stupid it's cute."
Seto frowned. "Why would you flirt with
me? There are other werewolves more deserving…"
Joey stared at him for a moment. The brunet really had no idea how the girls of the pack giggled about how cute he was. "You're an idiot. But I guess it's still cute," he cooed, patting the brunet's cheek. He glanced at the other boy's 'room' and smiled again. "Though if ya made your little room a bit bigger, I wouldn't mind curlin' up in it with ya." He winked and left the den. "Just keep that in mind."
Seto watched him go with a quiet whine. All of his blood was steadily rushing to his groin and he wanted nothing more than to hump the blond until they both passed out. Turning, he bolted back to his room and began digging frantically, at first opening the mouth and then abandoning the idea to make the hole deeper.
"—Gah! Seto, what the hell!" Mokuba scrambled out of his room in confusion, shaking the dirt from his hair. "I was sleeping!" Seeing his brother frantically digging out his room after he'd deemed it perfect, he frowned. "…What are you doing?"
The brunet turned to look at him, face already smudged with dirt. "I'm trying to obtain a mate."
"…Uh… Okay." The younger boy tilted his head, then yawned and turned to trudge to the pile of meat. "I'll just go back to sleep when you're finished."
.-.-.-.-.-.
"Hmm, it
is much bigger," Joey murmured, crawling into the hole and examining the curved walls. Crawling to the back of the nook, he curled up against the back, then mewed in approval and settled down. When the brunet crawled in with him, they filled the hole snugly, but not uncomfortably. Laying his head on the older boy's shoulder, he swiped his tongue over his twitching ear a few times before he settled against him. "Mm… You're warm."
Seto's tail began to wag. "You are, too.
Very warm."
"Mm…" Humming quietly, the blond rubbed his cheek over the older boy's neck. Once he'd nuzzled comfortably against him, he murmured, "I'm gonna go into heat soon."
His wagging tail stilled. "…Are you going to find a mate then?"
"I was hoping," Joey sighed, pressing closer to him. "I could go without a mate and soak myself in the river for the next week, but I've recently decided that the idea doesn't appeal t' me anymore."
Seto turned his head to look at him. "Did you have someone in mind?"
"Yes…" The blond smiled up at him sweetly. "Someone kind, and sort of dim, but someone who's tryin' very hard t' adapt t' the lot he's been given." His tail wagged once, twice. "Someone who's rather attractive and adorable when he's distracted by my hips."
Seto blushed a little. "It's not my fault. They're just so… curvy."
Joey snuggled closer and kissed his neck. "I think you'll notice how much more curvy they'll seem when you're white-knucklin' them as ya pound into me."
His blood was flowing to his cock again. "I can't think when you say suggestive things."
"I know. It's cute," the blond giggled. "Would you…
mind havin' puppies with me, Seto?"
Seto nuzzled the younger boy's shoulder. "…I don't think so. Just as long as you're certain you want me."
"I think you'd be a wonderful father. Mokuba thinks you're swell, and you've done a good job raisin' him. Besides, if you're unsure, we have the rest of the pack for help."
The brunet hummed thoughtfully and buried his nose in the smaller boy's thick mane of hair. "You smell so good…"
Joey smiled and licked his chin. "You smell good, too. And once I go into heat, your scent's gonna be
all over me."
Seto whined, then growled and rolled on top of him. "What about now? Can I cover you in my scent now?"
The blond hummed. "Are ya suggestin' that I spread my legs for ya in this tiny space?" He purred and looked up at him coyly. "I don't know if I can spread my legs that wide in this little room, Set—
oh!" He blushed a little as the brunet settled between his legs. "…Well, so much for playin' hard t' get."
"…We could play tag," the brunet suggested after a moment. "I've seen other couples doing that."
Joey tilted his head and blinked innocently. "Play… tag?"
"When one of us runs around and the other chases. Humans call that tag. When you tag someone, it's the other person's turn to chase."
The blond giggled at the matter-of-fact tone. "Well, I suppose that's the same as our chasin' game. Except when we tag, it's a full-body tackle, and then we wrestle."
"…I like the sound of this game."
"Good because I get a head start!"
Seto yelped as the blond somehow wriggled out from under him and scampered out of his den, then growled and began sprinting after him. He couldn't help the thrill of excitement he felt when the other werewolf peeked back at him and smiled before ducking behind a tree. When he rounded it, he just barely brushed the blond's arm with his claws before the other boy scampered off again, looking back at him and laughing in a way that seemed more playful than condescending.
"Can't catch me!"
Seto's tail began to wag as he leapt after him again. "Yes I can!"
He'd never played tag before, but as he chased the blond around, each leap and snatch and sprint made him feel happier and more alive than he'd ever felt as a human living in a town that hated him. Suddenly, he felt like he belonged in this world, and thanked the Goddess that had transformed him and his brother for giving them a new chance to make something of their lives.
He paused as he failed to hear the blond's laughter anymore, smile fading as he didn't even hear the sound of him moving. He thought for a split-second that maybe he'd run off because he was just teasing him, but a deeper, stronger feeling inside told him that that wasn't the case and that he should try sniffing him out.
Dipping his head, he began snuffling around, tail wagging again when he finally heard a muffled chuckle behind him. Pretending to track the other way, he smirked as the blond began to sneak up behind him. After a moment, he turned and slammed into him, making him yelp in surprise. "Gotcha!"
Joey laughed and tried to roll on top of him, squealing as the brunet leaned down to nip his neck. "Seto-! Eeee!" He squirmed a little longer, putting up a little more fight, before finally sagging back in defeat, a content smile on his face.
Seto licked his lips. "You're beautiful. I think I've loved you since I woke up to you licking my ears."
The blond blushed and licked his lips. "Oh?"
"Yes. I've wanted you for so long…"
"There are lots of other, more attractive people," Joey began, smiling a little, but cut himself off in surprise when the brunet let out a snarl. "Seto?"
"Not to me. You're the most beautiful werewolf here and I only want you," Seto growled. He leaned his face into the blond's throat and snuffled gently. "…I only want to have pups with you."
Joey blushed a little more and let his eyes drift shut, moaning quietly as the brunet pressed closer to him. "Then I'll only have pups with you." He mewed and leaned up to lick his cheek. "Only your pups, Seto."
Seto's tail began to wag again. "Mine… Mine." He nipped the blond's bottom lip lightly. "All mine."
.-.-.-.-.-.
Joey hovered at the entrance to the brunet's den and frowned. He'd be going into heat in a day or two (he was already feeling a bit feverish), and when they'd last parted, it was pretty much decided that they would mate. But Seto hadn't come to see him after that. It had been a couple weeks. He hadn't wanted to pressure Seto if he was having second thoughts (it would be his first winter and mating season, after all), so he hadn't sought him out. But he was getting closer to his heat now and he was getting nervous.
After a moment, he stepped into the den and hesitantly called out, "Seto? Are ya here?" He heard a yelp and some shuffling and frowned in confusion. "Seto?"
"Joey!" Mokuba came scampering from his room and reached out to grab his arm. "Joey, help!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Joey asked, allowing the younger boy to lead him further into the den.
"I don't know! Seto just stumbled into the den a couple of weeks ago all bruised up and he's not eating and he won't come out of his room!" the younger boy babbled, whimpering quietly to himself. He paused just outside the hole his brother called his room and shoved the blond ahead of him.
Joey hesitated just outside the brunet's room before sighing and leaning in. "Seto? Are you okay?"
The furs the brunet was lying under shifted before he slowly lifted his head. "Joey…?"
Joey gasped and covered his mouth as he saw the dark bruise around the other boy's right eye and the cut in his left ear. His lip was cut, too, and there were rusty red stains under his nostrils from blood.
He fell to his knees and cupped the brunet's face. "Seto, what happened? Is this why ya didn't come see me-?" He stroked the other boy's hair and touched his ear lightly before running his thumb over his cut lip. "Oh, Seto…"
Seto looked up at him and swallowed thickly. "Some of the other men cornered me and told me I should stay away from you, because there were other, more respectable werewolves that deserved you more than I did. I tried to argue, but then they just…" He coughed weakly and tucked his right arm to his chest. It had been splinted and bandaged already, but it still ached a lot. "I couldn't fight them all. I got in some good punches, but I wasn't any match."
"Oh, Seto…" Joey stroked his cheek again, then pulled the fur back to see the rest of the bruises and scratches on his body. "
Oh…! This is terrible!" He looked back up at the blue eyes and whined. "Seto, I'm so sorry. If I'd known—" He paused, then turned and snarled. "Mokuba, go stay with my sister tonight."
The younger boy blinked. "But Joey, I—"
"
Go stay with my sister and tell her to bring some jerky and medicinal herbs tomorrow morning," Joey hissed.
Mokuba cowered, tail up between his legs, then scampered out. "Yessir!"
Joey glared after him for a moment before turning back to the brunet and pulling the furs off of him, including the loincloth. "Well, at least they didn't hurt ya down here. Sometimes jealous males will go straight for the balls."
Seto squeaked.
Joey frowned and reached up to cup his cheek again. "I'll take care of ya. I only wanna mate with you, Seto. I—Oh, Seto, ya shoulda come straight t' me…!" He leaned in to brush their lips together. "Oh, Seto."
The brunet reached his uninjured arm up to wrap around the blond's waist and pulled him onto his lap. "I wanted to, but I didn't want them to make it difficult for you or Mokuba."
"Oh, Seto…" The blond kissed him again, lips pressing together lightly, before he let out a quiet whimper. Smelling Seto, the one he'd already consciously decided was his mate, was making him horny, but he didn't want to hurt him. "Seto, I… Um…" He blushed and reached out to rest his hands on the brunet's shoulders, sliding them down his chest slowly, then yanked his hands back and looked away in embarrassment. "Are ya hungry? Can I go get somethin' for ya?"
Seto leaned in to kiss his neck and sighed. "I'm not hungry. I just… ache." He blinked as he felt something wet on his thigh and looked down. "…Are you peeing on me?"
Joey ducked his head in embarrassment and blushed. "No, 'm gettin' wet 'cause I'm horny and about t' go into heat." He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. "I'm so sorry. I know you're hurt, and now really isn't the time, but—" He gasped as the brunet dug his claws lightly into his hip and pulled him closer, albeit tenderly because of his bruises (and probably cracked ribs). "Seto-!"
Seto licked his throat gently, trailing his claws over his hip again before pressing his palm against the blond's chest and sliding it over so his fingers caught his nipple lightly. "I'm afraid I won't be able to pound into you like this, but we're careful, perhaps… you could ride me."
The blond squeaked quietly, arching his back as the other boy pinched and twisted his nipple. "Set-! Set—" He squeaked again as the brunet caught his other nipple between his teeth. "Seto!" He reached up to dig his hands into the other boy's hair and gasped. "Ooooh!"
Seto suckled and nipped and pinched playfully until the blond began humping lightly against him. "Mm…" He released the hardened nubs and looked up at him. "Does that sound okay?"
Joey moaned and looked at him in confusion. "Ride you…?" He blinked slowly. "What does that mean?"
"It… means that you're on top of me," the brunet replied awkwardly.
Joey jerked back awkwardly. "Me? On top? Of you?" He hunched his shoulders nervously. "I-I don't think I could, Seto. Ya don't get wet like I do and you're already so hurt—"
Seto's gaze was completely deadpan. "I'll still be inside you. You'll just be on top."
"Oh. Um…" He blushed and turned his head away awkwardly. "Well, I wouldn't wanna strain ya, and you're already hurt, and you should probably heal—" He gasped as the brunet yanked him closer with his good arm. "Seto!"
"I'm sorry. I wanted to mate with you and start a family. I really did," Seto whispered, frowning. "I'm sorry I'm making you wait. I'm sorry I'm not stronger."
"You'll get stronger," Joey assured him, reaching up to cup his cheeks again. "You've only been a werewolf for under a year. You'll get stronger. You'll get faster. And you'll learn more about everyone else." He leaned in to kiss him lightly. "We'll mate later. We don't hafta mate durin' my heat. We'll just have puppies next year. You can escort me t' the river so I can cool off."
Seto nuzzled his neck lightly, then purred, "I have another idea…"
.-.-.-.-.-.
"I wonder why Joey didn't want us to bring these over immediately…" Serenity wondered, arms full of jerky and dried herbs, plus a thick fur in case the injured werewolf had a fever.
Mokuba frowned. "I don't know, but your brother almost ripped my head off."
"Well, of course. When he uses his 'in charge' voice, you follow orders without question." She paused outside the entrance to the other boy's den and waited for him to invite her inside before following him in.
The both paused as they began hearing kittenish mewls and tilted their heads, the younger boy hesitating awkwardly. Eventually, though, the redhead charged forward, pausing just outside the brunet's 'room.' She blinked as she found Seto leaning against the wall, a pair of tan legs extended over his shoulder as he licked between the blond's cheeks.
Joey blinked up at her, cheeks flushed as he panted out, "Hey…"
"…Do you want me to begin mixing these herbs with water and make these into salves?" she asked after a moment.
"Um, ye—Ooh! Yeah!" He blushed a little darker and dug his claws into the dirt floor. "And make—oh! Make some of th-aaat! Some o' that pain—
DAH!" He gasped and arched his back as the brunet's tongue wriggled around inside of him.
"…The pain neutralizer. Sure," she replied, smiling. "Anything else you need?" When the blond looked up at her desperately with an expression that clearly told her to get lost for a few minutes, she just continued to smile and scampered out, dragging the other boy with her.
Seto didn't even pause as he pulled his tongue out and began licking the little pucker again. It was the only thing he could really do in his current condition without pain and he was ashamed that he couldn't pleasure the blond more. He let his eyes drift shut as the blond screeched as he came, licking up all of the juices that dampened his little hole more, then leaned back and looked down at him.
Joey let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and moaned. "I can't even imagine how good it's gonna be when we actually mate…!"
Seto sat up straight and whined. "I'm sorry."
"'s not your fault." Joey sat up and used his discarded loincloth to clean the cum from his stomach. "We'll just have pups next year." He looked up at the brunet and purred, "But I'm gonna be really disappointed when we mate if ya don't make me feel
even better."
The brunet whined again. "Please don't make me horny when I can't act on it."
The blond reached out to cup his cheek and leaned in to kiss him lightly. "'m sorry." He brushed the brunet's hair out of his face and nipped his bottom lip lightly. "Did the healer say anything about your arm?"
Seto flinched and jerked his head away. "…I didn't see the healer. I couldn't tell if he would be on my side or theirs."
"But—Your arm-?" He looked down at the splint on the brunet's arm and frowned.
The brunet glanced away awkwardly. "I always had to take care of myself and Mokuba. I learned how to splint and bandage wounds quickly."
Joey felt his heart break a little. "Are humans that cruel to each other…?"
Seto nodded once, shortly. "Yes. Especially to orphans who had no adults to stand up for them." He flinched a little as the blond slid his arms around his waist and laid his head on his shoulder, aggravating his wounds a little. "I've gotten used to it."
The other boy whined and kissed his neck lightly. "Oh, Seto… The healer wouldn't take sides. He could have helped ya heal faster, and—" He sighed quietly. "Oh, never mind. Serenity's makin' somethin' t' help with the pain and salves t' put on your cuts and bruises. We'll get this straightened out." He smiled. "And then we'll mate and we can show those bastards that hurt ya that you're better than them because you're the one I mated with."
Seto paused, then smiled a little himself. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He kissed the blond's neck gently. "I'll just focus on getting better then."
Joey kissed him lightly. "Good." He kissed him a little longer, then leaned back and sighed. "Serenity, you can come in now."
Serenity smiled and brought in a few bowls of salves, along with a leather bottle full of the mixture that would help with the pain. "All finished then?"
Seto blushed a little when the blond merely smiled and said, "For now." Werewolves were quite open about their sexuality. When he saw his brother peeking nervously into his room, he squeaked and pulled a fur up so it covered them at least modestly.
Joey frowned. "Nudity is a perfectly natural state of being, Seto, and—"
"I NEVER WANT MY LITTLE BROTHER TO SEE MY PENIS," Seto growled, glaring at him.
Mokuba paled. "I concur!"
Joey sighed and rolled his eyes as his sister giggled. "Jeez, what did those humans do t' you?"
"I just don't want my brother to see my penis is that okay?"
"Serenity and I used to take baths together all the time!"
"
JOEY."
Joey sighed again, brows furrowing together in annoyance. "Fine. But if he ever walks in on us, I refuse t' stop 'cause he didn't hear us with his big ears or smell us coupling."
Seto sighed and looked at his brother. They silently agreed that that was acceptable.
Because they were werewolves now, and apparently that's just what werewolves did.
