. [ H O W L ] .

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. The other is Good. The grandson then asked the grandfather, “Which wolf wins?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

[lorcanthropy]

Mal cocked his head and looked at the wolf, arms folded. He wasn’t sure who this one was, hadn’t even seen his face before, but he already liked him.

"You sayin’ you’re th’one who pissed in ‘em? Maybe y’should start drinkin’ more juice before nap time, boyo~." 

Something in the pup’s body language reminds him of many conversations he’s had in his younger life. “You got a name?”

[galonuhesgi]

   ”I’ll try to drink less pineapple juice or hell less water. Maybe something sweeter eh?”

   There’s a brief bark of laughter, the wolf leaning against the bars of the cage. A brow is raised at the question of a name and the smile twists into a smirk. Something about this guy was almost relaxing and the wolf feels rare humor bubble up.

   “Vash. You got a name or do they call you Leprechaun?”

[bryce-cumberbatch]

Bryce smiled up at the waitress, “I’ll have a black tea please, thank you”. The girl walked off with their orders, and the pup turned back to the older wolf. It was nice not to have bars in the way. Bryce could pretend that they weren’t slaves just for a moment. A normal life, where he didn’t have to please people, nor wear collars and bracelets.”So we can call each other friends now? That’s progress right…Considering how I kinda hated you at first”. 

The waitress came back with their drinks, and Bryce gave her a quick thank you. He blew over his hot drink, keeping the other slave in his sight still. Vash was still a big mystery to Bryce. He wasn’t too sure how they managed to get along, or why he trusted him. Trust was always dangerous when it was with someone he still didn’t know about. Yet, there was nothing about the older slave that told Bryce not to trust him. 

"So I feel like we haven’t talked in a while…How have you been, Vash?"

[galonuhesgi]

   “Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people,” Vash says with a wry smile over the cup as he regards the younger wolf with a touch of fondness. It was different not being trapped in the darkness choking down the taste of death and decay. Instead here they were drinking in sunlight and he could only taste the sharp espresso and milk.

   But people are staring, looking at the pair of them oddly.

   Reaching across the table, tattooed fingers curl about Bryce’s fingers upon the table. The boy’s words are met with a brief shrug and a smile. “Busy as ever,” Vash says, carefully keeping from mentioning the blonde vampire who’s taken to him. Dragos was just a big idiot he still didn’t understand and not worth wasting Bryce’s time with. At least not until he knew what he was talking about.

   “And you, kid? I heard you finally got where you wanted to go.”

[michael-westly]

Peter turned his head and faced the loud mouthed slave. He slowly put down the clipboard in his hands and came to stand right in front of the cage. “Would you like to try addressing me again? Or should I just drag you out and punish you right now?”

[galonuhesgi]

   “Yeah sure, sorry who pissed in your cereal, sir.”

   Vash should probably keep from mouthing off to the guards but look at him being the genius of the year. The wolf knows the guards here are shit. He’s seen them abuse and toss the lot of them around like they’re a bunch of ragdolls who lived only to amuse the lot of them.

   The wolf raises a brow and gives a terse smile.

   “Must’ve tasted like shit huh?”

[xxdragosxx]

Morning After

It wasn’t the first full moon he spent with the Native American wolf but it was the first that the vampire felt comfortable and secure. The previous moon, Dragos got to see Vash take to a whole new side; Growling and bristling if anyone came close to the house and it was consistent for the most recent one. Usually when a wolf acts that way, it’s followed up by the attempt to tear him apart or dominance proven.

The moon has since relinquished the pup and instead of leaving him lying where he was, Dragos carried him into the room. He gives the spot in his bed that normally the slave has to slip into during the night in order to even be there while the vampire allows himself rest.

He lays beside him, keeping a significant distance. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be close, but with his own harsh treatment for so long, giving comfort isn’t within his abilities or what even crosses his thoughts. Dragos knows it’s painful as he watches the pup and never before did he care when he witnessed the transitions of his captors, but something about seeing Vash suffering pulls at a part of the vampire that hasn’t been accessible for a millennium’s worth of time.

There’s nothing to say as he peers at him from his own spot on the bed and without thinking, he reaches out and runs a cool hand along the hot spine of the wolf’s back. Maybe it will help.

[galonuhesgi]

   He should be used to it by now, the way the vampire smells, the way he acts. But it still catches him off guard. Something has shifted between them. It’s gradual and slow but he doesn’t bristle as much anymore when he sees the vampire looking at him with that stupid peculiar look on his stupid fucking face. It bleeds over with the full moon and the wolf that prowls the house is no longer fixated with ripping apart the corpse at his back but rather the corpses and humans running around outside.

   When he finally comes to, it’s familiar yet strange being so comfortable. Normally his body aches and pain lances along his bones as if they’d all been shattered apart only to meticulously piece themselves back together. What is odd is the soothing cool bleeding through the thin fabric of shirt.

   Dragos is so strange it makes his head hurt sometimes.

   ”If you wanted to fuck me you should’ve just gone for it. Might’ve been good having me complacent under you for once.” Vash finds himself muttering into the pillows. Fingers twist into the sheets and with some small effort, the wolf pushes himself upright and out of the clothing a little too big for him, casting a brief sidelong glance at the vampire. The shirt lands on the floor and his thumb hook in the jeans, tugging them off without much ceremony and grateful he could just wiggle and kick them off somewhere. Vash hears the thick thud of denim hit the ground and crawls back under the sheets with a grunt.

   ”You seriously need to stop giving me that look. I can’t decide if it’s fucking aggravating or— well just christ would you fucking stop treating me like a bomb?” It’s half-exasperated and half-muttered as the wolf turns back onto his stomach, arms curling around the pillow under his head and eyes sliding close. “I’m not gonna bite if you touch, jackass,” the wolf huffs out in a quiet mumble and very nearly dozes off once more.

   He tells himself it’s not because he feels safe or anything. He convinces himself that he’s not craving those cold fingertips against his fever warm skin. Thank god Vash is the best liar he knows.

[bryce-cumberbatch]

Bryce’s mood was finally in the right place. He didn’t feel a heavy weight on his shoulders, nor the grim reaper at his back. It was relief for the small pup. That happy feeling in his stomach was so welcoming and warm. 

Because of this, the pup gave himself a day for walking around and enjoying the cold winter air. That was when he caught a familiar scent. Bryce wasn’t sure if it was the smell of hot coffee or the other wolf that brought him to the small table. He plopped down in the chair and rested his chin on top of his hands. Bryce smiled, something he hadn’t done in a while, “Well…I was hoping you’d buy me a drink”. 

[galonuhesgi]

   Of course it’s Bryce.

   There’s a faint smile on his lips as he sips at his coffee and sits back in the chair. It was odd seeing the kid with a perky grin on his face and odder still seeing him without a collar and a bracelet instead. Guess it was nice belonging to someone. Whistling low to catch the waitress’ attention, he smiles charmingly and gestures to Bryce.

   “My friend here wants a drink.”

   The twenty he’s borrowed from some nameless mistress is offered out. “And another latté for me.” Needless to say the human doesn’t ask much aside from looking at Bryce expectantly with a polite smile.

   “What did you want, sir?”

[galonuhesgi]

   The feeling of fresh air, of smoke on his lungs is gratifying. Dragos isn’t bad company. But the wolf needed his space, needed to have some small amount of freedom even if it was hard won. The vampire was a tricky bastard to sneak past.

   Sitting on the cafe’s outdoor serving area, he flicks ash into the small tray provided. Christ he’d missed coffee. It hadn’t been a second thought to come here. Only now the seat across from him is filled and a brow is raised.

   “Can I help you?”

[lorcanthropy]

Mal narrowed his eyes a the younger wolf,

"Aye? I wondered why my corn flakes tasted off," his tone was hard to read, a mix of jovial and cutting sarcasm. He wasn’t in a particularly bad mood, but he wanted to see what this wolf’s reaction would be. The last wolf he’d been salty too seemed to think he was above him, this one gave him hope that he might be different.

[galonuhesgi]

   "Shit, maybe I should try something sweeter."

   There’s something close to laughter in his voice. So few around here had something close to a sense of humor. They bitched and they moaned about how they were victims of circumstance. Vash just takes it as punishment, takes it without bitching about it.

   Even when it hurts.

   Even when he doesn’t know if he wants it or not.

[mmdee-xo]

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[galonuhesgi]

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[xxdragosxx]

Precious. So very precious.

The slave acts out to be uptight and angry but he has not expressed any desire for him to leave. That firm, tight ass is shown to him, supposedly in spite but he can sense it. There’s something else laced in it. Dragos sighs because the wolf tests him so much. Anyone by now would turn away by now upon finding the slave so difficult but the vampire only saw cause to dig in and get closer.

A roll of his eyes and he calls a guard over, in no time being inside and locking himself in, at that. Strides, almost graceful, are taken until he’s beside Vash’s cot and he leans in to glide his hand along the smooth skin of the young wolf’s ass and touches over the marks. Scratches that haven’t quite healed all the way yet. He sits down on the edge of the bed, beside the slave’s legs.

"Do we really need to start from scratch all over again?"

His tone is hushed as his hand and fingers get more brave and adventurous. Fingertips brush in the crease of the wolf’s ass, edging closer and closer to territory he knows is still tender. Finally his fingertips come across the sensitive pucker and he just rubs it in a slow circular motion. “I can make it feel better,” he offers in a low tone that only Vash can hear in what little privacy the cell offers. “Unless you prefer to endure how sore you are, but you will come home with me too.” It isn’t a request but it isn’t exactly in a tone of demand. 

[galonuhesgi]

   And maybe, just maybe if he’s honest, this is what he wanted.

   Vash doesn’t flinch away when the vampire calls out to the guard to open the door. Hell, he all but asked for this. A shiver threatens to run down the curve of his spine when those cold fingers ghost along enflamed skin. Yet it’s soothing. God does it feel good. That’s exactly the problem and the wolf grows further irate about the truth that lingers beneath the surface.

   Weight shifts, the cot creaks, and he can feel Dragos. If Vash lets himself, he can even imagine some fraction of warmth coming from him. But he’s simmering hot, burning up underneath those fingertips. Still, a bit of fire is saved for the words that slip free, his haze narrowed sidelong at the vampire as if it should be obvious.

   “You’re the one who decided to fuck me then toss me back in here, you fucking prick.”

   The wolf growls them out, barely a threat, yet sharp-edged nonetheless. Not because he isn’t angry, no Vash is livid, but because the brunt of his anger is tempered by the soothing feeling of Dragos deciding to be none too shy in feeling the damage he’s caused. A growl is low, broken, as his breath hitches and his gaze slides away. Vash is far too stubborn to answer those words, he already knows that the asshole is good on his word.

   It doesn’t make the way his body responds any less irritating. Hell, the wolf is almost debating shoving back against that teasing finger as heat pools gradually in his gut. Vash feels his mouth go dry as that cool fingertip nearly presses in. Fingers twist in the sheets of his cot and his hand palms his traitorous cock to get it to calm down for a second.

   “Then stop talking and fucking do something.”

[xxdragosxx]

Oh the pup is still sore. Still sensitive in more ways than one. The vampire is smug and it ignites something in him that the wolf has quite the loathing toward him. “Your hatred has not faded because you do not let it out but in forms of mockery and silly words. There was a reason I let you lash out at me that night. You still do not understand do you?” I know from experience. It never leaves his voice box but he’s close to desperate to wanting to enlighten him; They’re not so different. Confusion is written all over his face as the wolf speaks of something called a lego and he’s not sure what to say in return. “What is lego?” He ponders for only a moment before shrugging it off.

Mischievous eyes trail the back of the wolf, of which he left his mark on just as much as the wolf did to him. Pleasant memories flood in from that night. So rough and so raw yet a hint of something passionate in it. Not fluffy passion. Intensity. “By the way you act, I am surprised you are so obliged to turn around for me. Or am I wrong and all of this really is an act because you liked it and you hate that you did?”

He gets closer to the bars, half tempted to call a guard over to open the pup’s cell but decides against it, for the time being. “Do not say such things to me and not expect for me to take them for an invite.”

[galonuhesgi]

   That smug son of a bitch was going to get it. Or so Vash told himself despite the niggling little voice whispering that he was just bitter he’d let a vampire fuck him unconscious after the wolf had beaten the guy as best he could. At least as best as his own hands could do. “Yeah well it’s suited me just fine you overgrown leech,” the wolf mutters into his arm from where he lays. Here he thinks his blatant disregard is enough to chase the vampire off but instead it’s only drawn him in closer. Hair raises on the back of his neck.

   The dick doesn’t know about legos.

   Vash tries not to snort as he rolls his eyes and glares at the wall. He hoped that Dracula back there waded through a whole pit of them and it’s enough to calm his simmering temper. It does little to stop reminding him of where the vampire bit at his throat or how he’d painted bruises up and down the length of his body. Heat rises in shame, in memory, and Vash wishes he could forget it, the way that the other man was so gentle even after he’d been an asshole to him.

   But the sentiment flings itself out the metaphorical window as Sir Dracula opens his goddamn mouth. Vash narrows his eyes at the wall and without any words, gives his response most eloquently; breeches are rucked down, ass on display, and a middle finger is offered for the vampire.

[galonuhesgi]

   "You look like someone took a massive piss in your cereal this morning."

   And there's Vash running his mouth off again. Because it's easier to forget what happened if he just makes a joke of it. Even his bruised ribs make him chuckle. Hell if it wasn't worth pissing off one of the guards. Price wouldn't be able to shake the nickname 'Twinkle Toes' at least.

[bryce-cumberbatch]

Bryce pouted and shook his head, “Don’t be so cryptic, Vash…We’re being serious here…No more kisses…” He still had to figure the other slave out. He was a mystery to Bryce. A puzzle he didn’t know how to solve. Not yet anyways. The pup called one of the guards over and handed them a wad of cash. It wasn’t enough to rent, but it was enough to persuade them to open up the cage door. Bryce slipped into the cell, and took a moment to remember the last time he was in one. 

He sat down, and licked his lips, “My choice?…You know, you lay yourself out as if you were an open book…but it feels like you’re still holding things back”. Bryce touched the scar on his lip, “I’ll go first, I guess”.

[galonuhesgi]

   Bryce crawls in the cage alongside him and Vash can’t help the small smile that makes itself known. An arm slips about the boy’s shoulders and fingers card gently through soft hair. Simple contact as this was more than enough for him and he waits until the guard has left to speak. These were quiet truths that were meant for Bryce and no one else.

   “I am an open book,” he says quietly, “There’s just more pages than I’d care to admit, Bryce.” The corner of his lips turns up in a half-smile. “Sorry. Too cryptic right?” A soft kiss is pressed to the boy’s temple. “Go on,” the wolf says gently.

   “I’m listening.”

[bryce-cumberbatch]

Bryce leaned into the touch. It was something he always did. He grew up with a mother’s embrace, but it vanished quickly when his father started to see how disappointing his son was. The pup brought his knees to his chest and rested his chin on top of them. His fingers brushed along the scar on his lip and shrugged, “I only have one…You have a lot…”

His voice trailed off for a moment. The story behind his scar was full of hate and pain. A mark left to remind him of the man who gave it to him. Bryce leaned against the bars and sighed, “Do you wanna go first, or should I?”

[galonuhesgi]

   Fingers coax Bryce in closer, to the point where bars matter little and he can silence those heavy words with a chaste meeting of lips. The past was a dangerous creature, held back by thought and will. A thumb smoothes tenderly over the scar and a slow thoughtful look of it. "Do you want to hear of genocide or would you rather tell a story you know by heart?" Vash smiles briefly though he does not yet feel it.

   Smoke and cries of anguish are still far too fresh in his mind. "I could tell you of a boy I loved," he whispers against those lips, hands cradling Bryce's face, "and how he drove a knife through my chest." The pad of his thumb gently smoothes across the young wolf's cheekbone.

   "I could tell you a great deal more. But the choice was always yours."

[bryce-cumberbatch]

It had become a habit. Whether it was good or bad, Bryce was there to figure it out. With all that had happened the past several days, the pup needed to sort out his connections. He had to find the ones worth holding on to and get rid of the ones that weren’t worth it. It was a painful process, but he knew he needed it done. 

He came upon the wolf’s cage silently, using his training to approach unnoticed. He sat down in front of the bars and watched. His blue eyes taking in every movement, or lack thereof. Finally, Bryce spoke up, “…We never told each other about our scars…Do you know that?”

[galonuhesgi]

   "Bryce---"

   The greeting is soft, the boy's name akin to a reverent whisper. How many illusions would he be plagued with? However when he reaches out, when he touches the soft warmth of Bryce's cheek, he cannot help but believe it real this time. A slow smile quirks his lips. Of course. Their talk from before the vampire had come and taken him from the cages. It was something he couldn't easily forget.

   Idly, he brushes hair from the boy's face and leans against the bars from where he sits so close yet worlds apart. "Yes, you're right. We never did get the chance," he says with a note of amusement. "So-- where should we begin?"

[galonuhesgi]

   Forehead against the bars, it’s easy to forget the screams. It’s easy to forget the stench of burning flesh or the taste of blood thick on the air. Not a word escapes him since he’d seen them, all of them, screaming and twisted up as the flames consumed them. Vash’s brows knit together, his breathing slow yet uneven. It’s as if he’s still there, still remembering the feeling of the heat whilst chained, struggling, against the wall for the patrons’ amusement sake.

   Fingernails scrape against the filth along the bars as he opens his eyes. It’s easier to stare off into the shadows and to forget the way flames dance behind eyelids.

[jonah-bennett]

Jonah was in a state walking home. His head rushing with unhappy thoughts. Half beside himself with distress. He was on autopilot as he made his way back to Vivienne’s home as quickly as he could. And went headlong into someone. And fell bad hard onto his butt. The tiny pain of scraped knuckles grounded him enough for him to murmur out, “My fault.” 

[galonuhesgi]

   Well shit.

   He didn't expect the guy he'd bowled into to be this cute. Vash weighs the pros and cons of playing the white knight who's come to whisk the other wolf away from the fiend of concrete back up onto his feet. Instead he kneels down and offers a hand. Guess today he was just going to be a decent human being.

   Shit.

   "Hey don't kid yourself," he says with a brief grin, "we can both be clumsy." If anything he's just smug as shit that his cigarette survived the encounter thus far. It meant his temper was in check despite the air quickly filling with smoke. "You hungry? Or in too much a rush to grab a bite to eat?"

[xxdragosxx]

"What? You can admire me but I cannot admire you?" The bruises aren’t a bother and he’s close to sentimental that his healing will take them away soon. They’re beautiful reminders of how he made the wolf snap, and all he did was speak of what he knows of from experience. "We are right back to where we started." But the wolf’s hostility is more intense. He approaches the bars. This one, he isn’t afraid of, and he knows the pup holds no fear against him. "Being mad at me is not going to make it all go away. You have to use it or it will eat away at you until there is nothing left and I know there is still something within you. You are going to let this slave house take it away if you are not careful.”

[galonuhesgi]

   If he's honest with himself, the vampire was perhaps the best fuck he's had since he's been locked up and treated like some prized piece of meat. But that doesn't mean the guy doesn't get on his nerves in the first place. At the question, already he's bristling and ready to lash out as he glowers from the shadows of his cage. If his entire body right down to his ass wasn't still aching he'd show the fucker what was what. Instead he's left sitting there wishing that the vampire, Draco or Drago or whatever it was, would crawl in a hole and stay there. But that'd sooner happen when pigs flew.

   "Take what away exactly? My hatred? Yeah cause that sure as shit faded when I got here," Vash mutters with scathing sarcasm. He leans back against the wall and keeps his gaze on the vampire. "Yknow if I could conjure up a lego right I'd hope to god you step on it." Turning onto his side, the wolf leaves his back to the man trying to do gods knew what, maybe convert him into some zen hippie or something, either way he knew for certain the anger wouldn't go away.

   "You can admire my ass, fucking cunt."