It was cold; the holidays were coming, and the weather reflected it, an icy chill running through the city, rattling windows and causing frost to creep up the windshields of cars and the drainpipes of buildings. Everything was muted now, the vibrant orange and red of fall colors melting away into dull grays and subdued blues, glittering icicles replacing crisp leaves.
Wolfeite stood, not on the rooftop of a building where he normally would have been, but instead on the ground beneath a large oak tree, branches a sprawling, barren tangle above his head. He seemed unperturbed by the cold, tail flicking slowly back and forth like a snake in the grass, golden eyes raking the park for any sign of life.
He’d called for Aue, of course; it had been a long time, and Wolfeite was more than a little restless to get thing - something - anything - done. Standing still was making him antsy; he wanted to move, to act, to sink his teeth into something and tear -
But he waited, quietly and impatiently, for the senshi to arrive.
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Pasi got the call to arms while soldering wires to a motherboard, swearing softly in Finnish. It had been some time since he’d gotten a message from any of his ‘peers’, but he’d continued operating as though they may call at any time. It just seemed prudent, so while he was a bit put out by having to set his work aside, he did it anyway, heading out to the location Wolfeite had indicated only after he’d gotten away from the campus and transformed.
All in all, it took him twenty minutes from the time he responded to the half-youma captain’s call to arrival - not his best time, but necessary if he didn’t want to burn his apartment building down - or have someone realize that Pasi was Aue (and visa versa).
“Captain.” The senshi of lemons stopped a short distance from where Wolfeite stood; obvious impatience was plain to see in every annoyed line, every sharp twitch of tail. His mood is s**t, this will not be good.. “What can I do for you?”
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Aue’s aura, as always, made him wrinkle his nose a little in distaste, the corner of Wolfeite’s lip curling in disgust. He was pleased, however, that the senshi had come to him so quickly; he’d been right in thinking that there was something Aue could offer to the Negaverse, especially since that impatience of his was somewhat amusing to Wolfeite.
He pushed himself away from the tree and slid silkily up to the senshi, eyes flickering across Aue’s strong jaw and sharp gaze.
“Plenty,” he purred, sounding more entertained than annoyed, though that was there as well, because standing around doing nothing was meaningless, and he hated that too. He hated a lot of things, but doing nothing ranked up there at the top of his list.
Nothing meant weakness. He disliked weakness.
Wolfeite grinned, teeth sharp in the dark.
Then he reared back and slammed his fist in the direction of Aue’s stomach.
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If Aue’s Order aura left a bad taste in Wolfeite’s mouth, the captain’s Chaos aura set his teeth to edge, left the hairs on his nape standing on end, and gave him a claustrophobic feeling. Worse than the feeling was the way that Wolfeite moved, the considering way he gave Aue the once-over.
“So tell me already.” He had found that it was best to behave as though all Negaverse officers were wild animals; to show as little fear as possible and to always be wary. More specifically he’d learned of Wolfeite’s changeable nature - mercurial even when he was still purely human, worse now that he was not - and how to watch. But it had been some time and apparently the brunet’s reflexes had suffered. The fist that connected with his tensed stomach muscles forcibly pushed his breath from his lungs and set his body curving over to protect his midsection even as he stumbled back from the force of it. If Aue could have forced more than grunts past his lips, he would have snarled that he’d asked to be told, not struck, but it was all he could do to stay on his feet and glare.
Sonofabitch, but ******** me for forgetting how it is with the Negaverse. There was a sort of violently kinetic energy that surrounded the feral captain, it almost reminded him of Archer, when that idiot got it in his head that he wanted to be in charge - but the hungry gleam in Wolfeite’s eyes was the clincher. “You want to play, we play.” Breath caught, Aue immediately cast his magic - he wanted Wolfeite’s face, his eyes - and if he were lucky he’d get a solid hit; in the past, he’d held back on using his magic in favor of fisticuffs, but that would be a dangerous ploy here and now.
Sparring - if that’s what one could call it - was acceptable...but it also often ended with his being badly injured. As an officer, Wolfeite was stronger than he when powered, and as a captain...well, Aue would not be leaving their little date without taking damage. How much he wouldn’t know until he got a better feel for the Wolf’s mood, but he would probably survive as long as he kept the captain entertained.
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Wolfeite liked a little too much that he made Aue uncomfortable; there was something immensely satisfying about that, and about the fact that he was unhappy about being summoned in the first place. He wanted to take that sterile, disgusting Order signature and taint it with black, fill it until it was gone and there was nothing but blackness curling inside of him.
His fist connected beautifully; Aue had either not been prepared, or had simply let him, either outcome pleasing to Wolfeite. He felt the press of flesh beneath his curled fingers, the give and take of Aue’s body as he bent to accommodate, staggering back, the glare in his eyes almost pure.
Wolfeite tossed his head, sharp teeth white and vibrant in the dark, glinting with malice.
“Good,” he hissed, voice low with a deep pleasure and a hunger that would never truly be abated. ”Give me what you have.”
The magic did not him square in the face, but it did catch Wolfeite’s left eye. He let out a snarl of anger, stinging and throbbing as he dug at his face with gloved fingers, then gave up trying to dispel the magic, instead leaping forward and attempting to drive his fist into Aue’s side.
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Gratified that the petal blades and citric acid actually hit, Aue was yet dismayed that the Captain didn’t seem overly bothered - yes, he’d stopped a moment to scrabble at his face - but it had been only a brief reprieve. Long enough for Aue to push past the ache in his gut to go back into the wary and ready mode that had served him fairly well with his interactions with the pack.
“Foul beast, foul mood.” Aue was only able to dodge the blow because he jumped, taking shelter in the tree for a moment. Grappling with Wolfeite was no good for him, he’d just end up torn to ribbons...unfortunately, that was about the only way Aue knew how to fight. “Heel.” A wisecrack only somewhat safe to make when out of reach of those teeth, those fists.
The senshi of lemons did not stay long perched on a thick tree limb; having the Captain come up for him would have only served to further inflame his ire and make things worse; thus Aue practically threw himself down at the half-monster captain, hoping to trap and pin him. Still stronger, this is not good. Wolf seems happy to tear us apart tonight. Nothing to be done for it, but to bear it and hope.
Too bad Aue really hated that idea. ‘Hope’ was a four-letter word in his book the way ‘********’ was for many Christians..especially mothers. It wasn’t just a swear, however, it was also a lie.
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His eye was stinging painfully, which was making Wolfeite all the more irritable and all the more determined to smash Aue’s face into the ground and grind it there until his bones turned into dust. But he also wanted to see what other potential Aue had, and there were one or two ways in which this was achievable in a satisfactory way.
This was one of them.
The senshi had leapt back, jumping into one of the trees, and Wolfeite whipped around, ears flat back against his hair as he let out an annoyed snarl.
”Foul senshi,” he spat in return, and the heel comment made his hackles rise, Wolfeite’s eyes flashing dangerously, a howl escaping that was more beast than man before Aue had leapt down from the thick branch and collided with him. There was a tangle of limbs, of grappling arms and snarling claws and sharp teeth snapping together as Wolfeite staggered. His back hit the tree, splintering bark, and then he was shoving hard, trying to prise the man off of him.
“I’ll show you how to heel you ******** senshi - “
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No good, he’s angrier now. Stupid, stupid. As he felt Wolfeite’s gloved fingers biting into his skin, Aue couldn’t help but reflect that this little midnight beat-down was going to interfere with his schooling the next day. <********, I have class early. Damn you, mutt - I’m going to have to skip again. Black thoughts to match the captain’s black hair and costume, sharp annoyance akin to the gnashing teeth that sought flesh, but Aue didn’t pull back. Momentum let him slam Wolfeite into the tree and kept Aue from being pushed back forcibly for a few precious seconds.
“We’ll see.” With the half-monster captain distracted with trying to unpin himself, it gave the senshi an opportunity to go after one of what he hypothesized were Wolfeite’s weaker points: his tail. It would have probably been better to try to grasp and twist one of those furry ears rather than the tail, but the brunet really didn’t want to put his hands anywhere near those teeth. He’d likely come away with a stump while the captain licked blood from his lips. I wonder if a shock collar would have any noticeable effect on him...and at what voltage. Now that would be a good project...
Fingers catching fur, Aue was ready to let Wolfeite shove him away so he could yank the aforementioned tail, or to twist and pull painfully if the captain chose another route to dislodge him.
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In spite of his fury, there was an underlying current of adrenaline and excitement that was running through Wolfeite’s veins; a kind of vicious pleasure that stemmed from a good fight, a fight that he was longing to feel chasing its way inside of his mind and body. There was nothing else to replace the rigorous ways of a real fight except perhaps for sex, and Wolfeite was running high on the former these days, less so the latter.
He felt his back hit the tree again, bark scraping, the tree groaning, but immovable in its vastness. Branches swayed overhead, devoid of leaves in the chill winter season, twigs snapping and clattering noisily above their heads. Pain shot up Wolfeite’s spine, but he was ignoring it, shoving and pushing with all of his might.
He had not ever expected Aue to go after a weakness that Wolfeite had not even known existed because no one had ever had the balls to even try it before.
For a split second, he was aware of the fingers sliding across the fur of his tail - and then he felt the yank, and Wolfeite let out an ear-splitting roar that echoed across the empty park, the snarl pulled straight from the back of his throat as he staggered back. Agony ricocheted through him, sharp and unexpected, and then he was twisting and spitting and snarling, lashing out blindly to try and catch Aue, the wolf inside of him screaming with satisfaction, a feral, howling creature that was more wolf than man.
He’d had words, but they were lost at present, subsumed in the rage that contorted Wolfeite’s features.
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Howl: Wolfeite lets out a resounding howl and the force of it causes a disorienting ringing sensation through his opponent's head. It's painful, but not agonizing, and will probably leave a bit of a headache. This lasts approximately 20 seconds.
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Unlike Wolfeite, Aue wasn’t enjoying himself in the slightest. It was late, he’d been working on a project when the call had come, he had class in the morning, and there was no way in hell that he could escape this encounter without some sort of ( likely grievous) bodily harm. In one call the dark-furred half-beast had not only ruined his night, he’d likely ruined the next couple days since he’d need to recover for who-knows-how-long.
But for a few brief seconds, Aue felt a sort of fierce joy: he’d hurt Wolfeite in a manner that his opponent hadn’t expected. Elation quickly turned to fear as the Captain reacted explosively, knocking Aue to the side while sending out a godawful sound that made the senshi involuntarily move his hands to cover his ears.
The sonic waves further put Aue to his knees; metallic-tasting saliva flooded his mouth and the entire world felt like it was moving slightly, not quite as much as a skiff but enough that even on one knee he felt unsteady. And then there was the pain - he’d had worse from spending too many hours with special adhesives in his work, but even after only a few seconds he could tell he’d be lucky to avoid a hang-over style headache.
He’ll eat me alive now, s**t s**t s**t -- I can’t get up. ********! Don’t puke, don’t--
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Bite bite bite
chew
swallow
spit back out
I will rip you to shreds and feast on the pieces
Red was spotted across Wolfeite’s vision, a bright scarlet stain, wavering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. He was dimly aware of the shift of his body, the movement of his feet, the slide of Aue’s hands across his tail and then disappear. His throat was aching, throbbing; he felt the scorching rasp of the howl tearing through him, and then that too was gone, choked off into a snarling, spitting cough of rage.
Aue was gone; he’d let go, hands over his ears. Wolfeite spun towards him, seized him around the throat with one gloved hand and threw him bodily into the trunk of the tree to keep him there, chest heaving with the effort of moving, the adrenaline of fighting.
”Yield.”
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Aue was unaware of the swirling mass of thought and sensation that kept Wolfeite’s attention, for his own attention was wholly on trying to keep his earlier meal down and trying to reorient himself through the dizziness and pain.
It was an exercise in futility, as the half-monster captain’s gloved hand went around his throat; before Aue could manage even so much as a squawk in protest, his back was slammed into the hard bark of the tree. It scraped at him through the white of his costume, pieces breaking off and getting into his hair, snagging the uniform, and falling to the grass soundlessly.
Aue’s hands grasped at Wolfeite’s wrist, trying to pry the suffocating hand from his throat. One word in low and dangerous tones cut through the haze and settled upon his shoulders and arms, weighing them down. “Blow me.” He just couldn’t make himself yield, even though he knew how drastically the captain outclassed him.
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The wolf inside of him was screaming, howling, clawing its way through Wolfeite’s chest as he let his fingers tighten, just for the briefest of moments, around Aue’s throat. He was tempted - so very, very tempted - to simply let them grow tighter and tighter, watch the air constrict from the senshi’s body until there was nothing left and his lungs were aching and his body was shrieking for air and going limp under his grasp -
-but that would have been foolish. He’d be throwing away a possible asset, a toy he could use, a future weapon, a possession. Never mind that Wolfeite, in the deepest recesses of his mind, preferred to be the one possessed. He wanted his things and he wanted more and he wanted power and he wanted to watch this earth collapse in on itself.
The wolf was subsiding. Wolfeite felt it like a dwindling throb in his chest as he stepped closer, golden eyes alight with a mixture of exhilaration and fury and intrigue all at the same time. His lips drew back in a snarl that was also a sneer that was also a smirk, a flash of sharp, sharp teeth as he stopped just in front of Aue, close enough that their bodies touched, just barely. His face was an inch from Aue’s, Wolfeite sliding gloved fingers up to grasp his chin, tilt his head back, palm pressed to the sensitive skin that was above the jugular. The man was taller than him, but…
“I could do that,” Wolfeite hissed, tone thick, his teeth scraping together. “Or you could blow me. Yield, senshi.”
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Wolfeite’s hand was a burning brand around his throat, even through the choker his transformation afforded him; Aue knew that the captain wanted badly to destroy him - the want and need telegraphed plainly through body language and the weight of Wolfeite’s hand. Fear sizzled along his nerves, making his stomach drop and sweat to bead along his hairline; it was a visceral reaction to the wild beast that had him in it’s clutches.
He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the hand at his throat stop twitching, but the relief was short lived as the dark haired captain moved closer to him and slid his hand to Aue’s chin. What the hell’s he thinking-- Aue’s vulnerability grated, he didn’t like being at the Wolf’s mercy at all, but there was also a frisson of excitement under it - like when he was fighting Archer for dominance and the little s**t wouldn’t give in. Both of his hands dropped to his sides, with Wolfeite’s entire body language changing, he could let himself go that much. It was unlikely he’d be killed...this time.
Aue hadn’t meant his impolite suggestion as anything sexual really, but Wolfeite was turning it into something more than just explicit and it made his mouth go a bit dry. Yield, hissed low and dangerous and full of repressed hunger made the senshi lick his lips and shudder involuntarily. Did Wolfeite actually mean it? The hunger in his eyes said yes, but...one never knew with such volatile creatures as the captain. And if he did mean it, was he willing to get on his knees for the Negaverse officer?
“It’s not--” Wolfeite’s hand on his chin was hot as it had been on his throat, but in a slightly different way, and he wanted to say that it wasn’t in his nature to yield, but that would have been something of a lie. As Pasi, he could yield when it suited him, he was flexible...but as Aue? To this man? Too dangerous. “-in my nature to yield, Wolf.”
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He had, at some point in time in the course of throwing Aue to the ground, moved bodily to pin him as well, Wolfeite’s knees pressing into the grass on either side of the senshi’s hips. He still had his palm against the other’s jugular, gloved fingers skimming over the tender skin, so easily bruised, so easily broken, while his other arm was loose at his side, almost relaxed.
There was hunger in his eyes - for violence, for sex, for more, because it all rolled into one, mixing together. There was no separating one from the another, it was simply greed, an endless greed that could never be fulfilled, a never ceasing thirst that could never be sated until he had it all before him, ripe for the taking..
It’s not in my nature to yield, wolf.
Pleasure coursed through Wolfeite at the blatant obstinacy, the lingering stubbornness; he licked his lips again, subconsciously mimicking Aue, and felt, rather than saw, the shudder that coursed through the senshi’s body, Wolfeite leaning closer. His free hand trailed up Aue’s side, tail flicking back and forth behind him, then settled with his palm against Aue’s chest. A breath ghosted out across Aue’s face, Wolfeite’s eyes half-lidded.
His fingers smoothed up Aue’s throat, into his hair and yanked.
”It is now,” Wolfeite hissed, and sank his teeth into Aue’s neck.
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Being slammed to the grass wasn’t really surprising when it happened, it felt almost anti-climactic in a way, though that was quite welcome after the short, brutal fight they’d engaged in. Wolfeite’s weight was oddly familiar, though the twitching tail against his legs was novel and kept distracting him - as did that gloved hand still at his throat and worse yet, those eyes.
Aue lay, knees pulled up so that his feet were planted firmly for leverage; it would do no good to try bucking the Captain off, he was twice over as strong as Aue was physically. Senshi get energy and magic buffs, Officers get brute physicality… Never had he cursed that fact so much as now while he lay helpless.
Wolfeite’s hand on his chest sent a surge of panic coursing through his body while his mind screamed that now was when he died, the captain would claim his star seed and he would be g o n e, just like that. If it were eaten - and that was generally what happened, wasn’t it - then he wouldn’t be reincarnated to live these odd little lives all over again. But instead of sinking into Aue’s chest, the hand simply stayed where it was; heavy and burning like fire through the thin fabric of his magical costume.
A threat. A promise. Blackmail, perhaps. Yield or Die.
Oddly, the yank to his hair didn’t bother Aue nearly so much as the hand on his chest did. It was more like an afterthought of sharp, tugging pain to his scalp that didn’t register much over the sheer weight of the threat resting over his star seed. It did make him bare his neck to Wolfeite, the motion forcing his head to the side even as the Negaverse Officer hissed demand and bit down with sharp fangs.
His body jerked, hands grasping and pulling at the captain, Aue’s hips bucked and twisted as he hissed in pain and anger. <******** b*****d the ******** is he doing!? Finally realizing through his angry flailing that his arms and hands were free and that he could do more than just pull ineffectually at the captain, the senshi made a sharp noise and curled his right hand into a fist that he then made to apply to Wolfeite’s unprotected side with as much force as he could muster through the pain of that bite.
It. HURT.
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He did not love anything except this.
Wolfeite was not even sure that it could be called “love.” Such a ridiculously maudlin, ridiculous term that was merely an excuse for people to act like fools. He didn’t believe in such things, but he did believe in the cravings he felt, the strength and the heat and the desire that stemmed from a heady rush of pure and unadulterated hunger that he couldn’t stop, and didn’t want to stop.
Aue was jerking beneath him, twisting and hissing, but Wolfeite’s hand pressed securely against his chest, kept him from bucking him off. Sharp teeth sank into flesh, deep enough to draw blood, and then his tongue followed, lapping it up, a low growl of impatience and pleasure escaping his throat.
He liked the fight. He liked the bite. He liked all of it, and he liked Aue’s resistance to him, his intensity, his stubbornness, his sheer snark.
There was no love, but there was hunger, and greed, and a lot of it.
The fist to his side made him grunt, Wolfeite breaking away from Aue’s neck to rear back, golden eyes glittering. He licked his lips, slowly, deliberately as he stared down at the senshi, his chest heaving for breath, ears flat back against his dark head of hair.
Without another word, he sank both hands into Aue’s hair, jerked his head up, and kissed him full on the mouth; a hungry, devouring, unhesitating thing, sharp and hard.
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How had he come to this point, where he was not only working for the Negaverse, but also ended up as the plaything of an officer? Being bitten while the dangerous creature was sitting on him? All Aue could think was that he must have been one miserable b*****d in a past life to get ******** over this hard in this one.
“Let me up you ********--” His blow caused the captain to stop biting, to let the sting of small wounds on his neck bloom without the added pressure of Wolfeite’s jaws, but the senshi remained effectively pinned.
Anything else that may have been said was lost to violent handling and a surprise kiss that was all teeth and demand. Aue was startled into not fighting at first, but once he’d got his wits about him again his struggle renewed; both of his hands went to shove at Wolfeite’s shoulders, trying to push him off, to break the vicious kiss.
It’s like an angrier Archer, almost. Disturbing to think about Archer when he was being assaulted, but not really strange considering their ‘relationship’ was largely violent and often of dubious consent. Of course, that connection - and Pasi’s hedonism - weren’t helping in the current situation: under other circumstances, he’d have enjoyed being bitten and held down, enjoyed a kiss that was all hunger and teeth. So when his body started responding, the senshi could only blame himself and mentally swear over it while his hands stopped pushing away quite so much. <******** it!
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