A Wolf for Haru (8 page)

The fact that Saitou wanted to own him in such a way was the purest form of ecstasy imaginable.

Haru did not think he would ever get enough of it.

He forced himself to break the kiss slowly, pulling a jagged lungful of air into his body as he stared up into molten amber eyes.

His own voice was a husky murmur. “I would cleave to you, Saitou. Would give myself over into your care. I would share everything I am and will ever be with you.” He looked away then, almost shy in the face of the admission he was about to make. “I would love you if you would have it.”

He had not thought it possible for Saitou’s eyes to darken further, but he was proven wrong as they went practically black at his words. Sheer fire seemed to spark and leap in Saitou’s gaze as he stared down at Haru with what had to be hunger tinged with obsession in his eyes.

“Oh, I would have your love, would have all that you could give and then more, and I would return it with my own. More love than either of us knows what to do with, but I am sure we would be able to manage somehow.”

Lips slammed down upon Haru’s harshly once again, cutting off any words he might have uttered in response. He could not bring himself to care for even if they had not directly said it, Haru knew what had just happened. He had confessed his love for Saitou, a love that had been beaten and subdued, but never destroyed, and Saitou had confessed his in return.

There was no sweeter victory than this.

Their kisses grew hotter.

Hands that had been firmly entangled in Haru began to roam. Their touch was desperate and demanding like that day in the locker room. The difference was that this time Haru felt no shame in the matter. Saitou knew who he was and still he wanted him, still he loved him. It was more than he had ever thought possible.

Just like he remembered, Saitou tasted of sex and cinnamon, of satin sheets and sin. Everything he had ever dreamed of and yet never dared to hope for. He moaned, a sound he could not contain, as a slick tongue waged war against his own. His own hands rose and twined themselves around Saitou’s neck, unable to do more than hang on as a maelstrom of desire racked his body.

Hot hands were roaming his form. They slipped beneath his shirt and ran roughly over his pajama-clad ass, stopping briefly to give it a firm squeeze. Gasping, Haru broke the kiss as a desperate groan was ripped from his throat. He heard Saitou’s answering growl and in the next second, was flat on his back across his mattress, the wolf hovering over him with a strained expression on his face.

Haru did not want this to end as it had before.

He wanted Saitou, had always wanted Saitou and now he intended to have him. No matter the outcome, he wanted to make this memory now, to have this moment be truly perfect. His hips arched up from the bed, a pleading look in his eyes and a pout on his lips was all that it took.

Saitou was on him in a flash, his strong hands ripping cloth with ease as that delicious purring growl rumbled in his throat.

Before he could process the wolf’s actions, his own clothes were destroyed. He could feel the tattered remains of his shirt beneath his back, but could not bring himself to care.

Haru could not help himself as the wolf’s passion spilled over into him and he was no longer willing to be so passive. He tugged at his soon-to-be lover’s clothing, hands scrambling as buttons went flying and more cloth ripped in his urgency. The buttons on the other male’s pants proved difficult for a moment. Frustration mounting, Haru was unable to stop the flare of energy beneath his skin that rose up and flowed out of his hands and into the cloth that separated him from his prize. Panicking for a moment, he jerked back, afraid he had harmed Saitou, but was pleased to see the unblemished skin that the now-melted buttons had revealed.

A chuckle above him had Haru raising slightly embarrassed eyes up to focus on Saitou’s amused and desire flushed face.

“Eager, pup?”

His voice was husky, that same tone that had melted Haru so easily before. Instead of being embarrassed further, he simply bit his lip slightly and nodded.

The answering groan and harsh kiss was a reward all on its own.

It was all a whirlwind of movement after that.

Saitou moved so quickly that they were both completely naked before Haru knew what had happened. He could only moan brokenly as his body was forced to bow up off the bed at the force of the desire that shot through him as Saitou latched sharp teeth firmly onto his exposed neck.

They pressed down firmly, but stopped just short of drawing blood before they withdrew. A hot, slick tongue lapped at the depressions they left behind in order to soothe the slight sting.

Haru ran unsteady hands across Saitou’s shoulders and then down his back before he latched onto his hips. Using all of his strength, he pulled down on the stronger male. They both groaned at the feel of their straining erections brushing against each other.

Saitou pulled back and before Haru could protest his absence, wrapped his hand firmly around the slender male’s cock and pumped.

Once. Twice. It was better than anything Haru had ever managed to do for himself and he knew that if Saitou did not stop he would not be able to contain himself.

“S-Saitou…it’s too much!” He pleaded with the wolf, hoping that he would understand.

“No, Haru. It’s not enough.”

It was the only warning he got before Saitou’s mouth was on him. The raging heat surrounding his cock was so amazingly good that he could only manage a sharp breath and a choked cry. He shuddered with each pass and stroke of Saitou’s torturous tongue. He bit his lip at the fire that raced through him as teeth nibbled almost delicately at the sensitive underside. He did not think he could handle it for much longer. His hand was reaching down to tug at Saitou’s hair when suddenly the wolf seemed to swallow him whole and a scream of pure ecstasy was ripped from his throat. His vision blurred to white and for a moment, all he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating in his ears as he spilled himself into that devious mouth.

It was a few moments before he came back to himself, eyes blinking rapidly as Saitou’s face swam back into focus.

“I’ve never seen anything so delicious as the look on your face when you cum.”

The wolf swooped down then and entangled Haru’s tongue in another sinful kiss. He could taste his own salty essence alongside the flavor that was uniquely Saitou and it only served to reignite his passion.

Saitou, seeming to sense his mood, gently urged Haru onto his stomach and then up onto his knees with caressing hands and encouraging noises.

Unable to help himself, Haru arched slightly, relishing the feel of Saitou’s solid chest pressing against his back. He felt himself begin to harden once again at the sensations invoked by the wolf’s cock nestling itself firmly against his ass and the teeth and tongue that were once again assaulting his ear and neck. He could not help his undignified whimper when they withdrew.

Hands caressed their way down his back, palms firm and fingers trailing as if Saitou was determined to touch every part of him that he could. Haru found that he had no objections to the thought. He stiffened despite himself when a single long finger traced his hole and dipped slowly inside.

“Relax,” Saitou purred. “I’ll make it good I promise.”

The finger went deeper and Haru could feel himself beginning to stretch slightly. It was not painful, just odd and it burned a bit. He could not, in spite of this, suppress his slight whimper and uncomfortable squirming when Saitou slowly added another digit alongside the other. The wolf shushed him with comforting noises.

“You’re so tight and warm. You’re going to feel wonderful clenching around my cock.”

Those two fingers within him dug deeper and then seemed to curl and suddenly Haru saw stars as he keened and bit at his pillow to muffle his screams. Saitou worked him in earnest then, adding a third and then curling and scissoring his fingers until Haru was almost ready to beg and plead with him to just finish it.

Slowly the wolf withdrew his digits and Haru moaned at the loss of them, the empty feeling within him rearing up and ready to devour him whole. He felt something thick and hot probing at his entrance in the next second and he was so very grateful that Saitou had no plans to leave him empty and yearning.

It burned, an exquisite kind of pain that Haru knew would leave him aching later but it was worth it. He could feel himself stretching even further than before, could feel Saitou slipping into him inch by deliciously hard inch. Then they were one and it was beyond his ability to sit still. He squirmed, his hips pushing back into Saitou and the burning ache mixed with pleasure that raced up his spine prompted him to do it again.

The wolf moaned loud and ragged and it was the most addictive sound Haru had ever heard.

He pushed back again and this time Saitou caught him halfway and slammed their hips together sharply.

Haru screamed.

Claws bit into his thin hips until pain mingled with pleasure in one raging inferno of sensations.

Saitou’s hips worked hard, twisting and hammering until all Haru could feel was the wolf on and in every inch of him.

Hands unclenching from his hips and slithering around him caught his attention as they pulled him up onto his knees before moving to new targets. One moved down to wrap around his throbbing erection, pumping firmly in rhythm with the never-slowing movements of the wolf behind him. The other rose and clasped his throat in a gentle and yet firm grip, drawing his head back to rest against the granite chest behind.

“So good.”

Saitou bit the words off into his ear as he continued with his never slowing pace. The hand around Haru’s cock tightened slightly.

“You’re going to cum for me, Haru. Do it.”

It was as if the command was what he had been waiting for as stars erupted behind Haru’s clenched lids and bliss rushed through his body.

Distantly, he heard Saitou’s answering cry, the rush of burning liquid within him that signaled the other male’s release, and the sharp sweet pain of fangs biting deep into his neck.

He knew no more.

He surfaced slowly, the sensation like working his way through a pleasant haze. He was warm and comfortable in a way that he had rarely experienced even if there was a curious weakness to his muscles that he could not explain. It was like the painful and yet almost refreshing twinges he got after a long run or channeling a particularly stubborn piece of nature. The soreness that flared sharply up his spine when he shifted quickly disabused him of that notion. He knew for certain that he had never woken up in such a sate before.

None of the activities he made a habit of participating in had ever evoked pain in that particular area.

The feel of a hand carding gently through his hair and a gruff, “Welcome back,” whispered into his ear backed his previous assumption up.

Blinking rapidly to clear the fog from his vision, Haru finally managed to focus on the sight of Saitou’s face. The wolf was gazing at him silently, head resting on the other pillow with a soft look in his eyes as his hand continued its soothing motions through Haru’s mussed tresses.

“Are you alright?” Saitou’s voice was husky and rough and yet the question was asked with tenderness.

Clearing his throat slightly, Haru’s smile was as jittery as his nerves. He was not exactly sure what he was supposed to do now, did not know how he was expected to act. “Y-yes. I’m alright.” He studiously ignored the soreness of his muscles and the pain at the base of his spine.

Saitou’s face was cloudy, a frown tugging his sensuous lips into a downward curve. “This was too soon.”

There was an edginess to the wolf that had not been there before. Haru could hear it in his voice and see it in the tenseness of his muscles when he rose from the bed and began to pace. He could feel his own face heating, a betraying blush at the sight of his companion fully unclothed and seemingly unconcerned with his bare state. A frown eclipsed his own face when Saitou’s statement fully sank in.

“Do you…regret this?” He could not stop the words from coming, could not stop himself from asking the question, even if he was not fully sure he wanted the answers. He was so very sad to see the tension between them beginning to return. He had thought, had hoped that after their conversation, after everything that had happened, they would not be forced to endure this again.

No sooner had the words escaped him before Saitou was there, claw-tipped fingers cupping his face and warm amber eyes overtaking his vision.

“Never. I could never regret this. I only wish that you were more comfortable, that I had taken the time to pursue you properly. I am afraid that I have ruined everything in my impatience.”

The words rang true in Haru’s ears. They pissed him off for some reason as well. “Stop it, Saitou. Just stop. I don’t regret what’s happened between us. Yes it was quick, but I’m tired of wasting my life and always wondering about what could have been!” He could not keep the passion out of his voice, could not stop himself from remembering the years he had spent doing exactly that. Haru was for once determined to embrace life, to enjoy the things that he had before him and not waste his time with petty worries.

After a moment, in which his internal debate was clear on his face, Saitou sighed roughly and lowered his head until their foreheads bumped together gently. His smile was peaceful and Haru could tell that the wolf’s storm of uncertainty had been momentarily calmed.

“If you are sure that this is what you want, then there is nothing I could ever deny you.”

Haru could feel laughter growing in his chest and, unwilling to smother the joyous feeling, allowed it free rein.

The bright, happy sound brought an answering grin to the wolf’s face when it erupted from the smaller male.

“Oh, Saitou! I cannot help but feel that one day you may regret those words!” Still laughing softly, Haru stared up into the face of his lover, happier than he could remember being in years.

“No, Haru. If the reward is your smiling face and that bright laughter, then I do not believe I could ever regret it. I would not, on the other hand, be adverse to some repayment.”