The sight above you is quite… unbelievable. Though, you’re a little too lost in pleasure to really admire how they look. The black leather of Zayne’s belt stands out boldly in contrast to Valko’s warm skin.
The make shift collar should be restricting, suffocating even. But Valko only seems fueled by the feeling of being under the doctor’s strict control. “Remind me…?”
It wasn’t smart, it was genuine. You could see by the look in his golden eyes. Your fingers dig into your palms, aching to hold his face, but his hands are pinning your wrists down to the mattress.
A sharp click of Zayne’s tongue sends a whole new wave of heat through your body, whimpering as Valko’s hips stutter in their pace.
The very pace that Zayne so thoroughly instructed him on, slow yet steady. Not slow enough to hurt, given his girth, the stretch was enough to have your teeth clenching if he thrusted too leisurely.
“No marking her, dog. Your teeth stay here.” You watch Zayne’s free hand come around to grab Valko’s chin, one finger hooking in his cheek and pulling. Revealing the sharp canines that are all too eager to bestow you with the fated bond mark.
To make you his mate, to drive Zayne absolutely wild and make you Valko’s one and only.
“Got it this time?” Zayne releases his cheek with a slick pop, his other hand still gripping the makeshift belt-collar with a white knuckle grip.
“Y-yeah, doc.”
“Good dog.”
The pleasure between your thighs is steadily building, every sinful drag of Valko’s cock as your head reeling. “You still with us, princess?” He’s panting, pupils blown wide and nose visibly twitching as he inhales every bit of your intoxicating scent.
“You’re being such a good girl for us, my love.” Zayne adds behind him, peering over the broad expanse of Valko’s frame to smile down at you. The rosy hues covering his cheekbones as you clenching.
“Oh shit…!” Valko shudders, head falling forward but getting restricted by Zayne’s grip. The sound is a choked gasp, nearly a gurgle as his cock pulses between your fluttering walls. “D-don’t… you can’t look at her like th-that it makes her all tight…”
“Keep moving, dog. Don’t let her lose her orgasm.”
Zayne’s knee comes up, pressing into the muscles of Valko’s ass and forcing him to bottom out into you. The guttural sounds that escape both of you has his cock standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum as Valko audibly pants and tugs at the collar.
Without clear instruction, Valko begins taking the reins with slight hesitation. “Val, please…” you manage to gasp out, eyes watering as you struggle against the death grip on your wrists.
That alone seems to be enough, though you’d wager that Zayne’s silence is all the confirmation the wolf needs before truly pouncing.
Valko’s hips drive into you with new vigor, still mildly held back by Zayne’s grip, but still. Your breasts bounce embarrassingly hard, your eyes screwing shut as you’re unable to swallow any of the noises slipping past your slackening jaw. “Atta boy, fuck her good.”
Zayne’s words send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm unexpectedly slams into you. Stars explode through your vision, so lost in the moment that you barely register the painful swelling between your spread thighs.
By the time Zayne processes what is happening, it’s already too late. He yanks the collar, whipping Valko’s head back until it hits his shoulder. “What are you doing?” There is an icy edge to his tone, one that mildly sobers you up. Valko, however, looks blissed out.
“You said no marking, but you didn’t say I couldn’t knot her, doc.”
I hope this doesn’t suck… I hope I actually cooked… I’ll tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in the comments :3 - Soul
You Catch Valko & Zayne Secretly Eat TWO Whole Chocolate Cake 💖
Fluff. Warning—might be OOC. Credit images by @rinierin7 on X, proof credit to Ro (I stand by what I said that this is the best you do!) 💖
It’s 3 in the morning, and the deep sleep you were finally enjoying is rudely interrupted. You blink in the dark room, heavy eye and groggy, trying to pinpoint what exactly pulled you out of your dreams.
Then you hear it—a hushed and frantic whisper. Then the sharp clatter of a metal fork against a ceramic plate.
You drag yourself out of bed, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, and shuffle down the hallway. The kitchen light is on, casting a warm glow onto the floorboards.
You step into the doorway, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. "What.. are you two doing?"
Both Valko and Zayne freeze instantly.
Sitting at the kitchen island are two premium bakery boxes, their lids flung wide open. Valko has a massive forkful of double-fudge cake hovering halfway to his mouth. Zayne’s cheeks are visibly puffed out, a smear of dark chocolate frosting at the corner of his usually pristine lips.
They look at you like deer caught in headlights, their mouths completely full and their eyes wide with absolutely unapologetic guilt. (How dare they??)
You peer past them at the boxes. Crumbs, a smear of chocolate buttercream on the cardboard, and nothing else.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "You ate two WHOLE double-fudge cakes. Between the two of you. At three in the morning."
Valko quickly swallows, looking at the empty boxes and then back at you. "So... funny story—" he starts, but his voice abruptly cuts off. He winces, a hand flying up to firmly clutch the side of his jaw. "Ouch. Okay. Talking is a bad idea."
Next to him, Zayne finally swallows his bite, but his stoic expression instantly crumples. He reaches for a glass of ice water on the counter, pressing it aggressively against his right cheek, his Evol cooling the water until almost freezing.
"Valko ate a cake and a half," Zayne grumbles, his voice muffled by the glass. "I merely had my share. Which was half a cake."
"You matched me bite for bite until the sugar hit, don't lie," Valko groans. He leans his elbows on the counter and gives you this wide, incredibly pathetic look. His eyes are doing that sad, pleading puppy-dog thing that he knows always works on you. "Don't be mad. The craving was a monster. We had to slay it."
"And now your teeth are staging a rebellion," you sigh.
Zayne lowers the glass slightly. He looks exhausted, his usual collected demeanor hijacked by a massive sugar hangover and a throbbing toothache. He looks up at you, his eyes softening into a silent, miserable plea for mercy. "It was... exceptionally rich," he admits quietly. "I may have miscalculated my tolerance."
You look between them. Two capable, grown men, completely taken out by cakes in the middle of the night. You want to yell at them for the ridiculous sugar intake, for waking you up, and for not saving you a single bite, but the misery on their faces are too funny to stay mad at.
You let out a long, defeated breath. "Don't move."
You go to the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, returning a minute later with mefenamat tabs and two mugs of warm saltwater.
"Sit up," you order Valko, nudging his shoulder. You hand him a mug and a pill. "Wash your mouth with this first, then take the meds. It'll help the throbbing. Zayne, here."
Zayne takes the mug with his free hand, looking at you with quiet gratitude. "Thank you. I'm sorry we woke you. And that we didn't save you any."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it," you say, a small smirk slipping out as you lean against the counter. You watch them nurse their jaws, waiting for the exact right moment to drop the bomb.
"So," you start, your tone dangerously sweet. "Since this is obviously an emergency... I’ll go ahead and call Dr. Milton. I’m sure he can squeeze both of you in for an emergency root canal first thing in the morning."
The reaction is instantaneous.
Valko chokes on his saltwater, coughing as he scrambles to sit up straight, his puppy-dog eyes vanishing into panic. "Wait, no! It's not that bad! Barely a twinge, really!"
Zayne freezes, the glass of water halting halfway to his mouth. The color drains slightly from his already pale face. "A dentist is unnecessary," he says quickly, trying to regain his composure despite the obvious flinch when he speaks too fast. "The pain is already subsiding. See? Good as new."
"Are you sure?" you ask innocently, pulling out your phone and tapping the blank screen. "Because a second ago it looked like you were dying. I think we need some drills and needles just to be safe."
Valko reaches out and gently, but frantically, covers your phone screen with his large hand. "I promise, no more midnight cakes. Just... put the phone away."
Zayne nods in solemn agreement, looking at you like you're holding a weapon of mass destruction. "We have learned our lesson. No drills."
You finally let the laugh bubble up from your chest, setting the phone down on the counter. "Alright, alright. No dentist. But you're both making me breakfast tomorrow. Something savory."
Valko sigh in relief. He steps forward and rests his chin heavily on top of your head, wrapping his large arms around you in a warm hug. "Deal," he mumbles affectionately into your hair. "Whatever you want. You're the best."
Zayne sets his empty mug down and steps closer, gently tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders so it doesn't slip. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, though he still wince slightly at the movement. "We are sorry we woke you," he murmurs, his voice returning to its usual low and soothing cadence. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Before you can even take a step, Valko simply scoops you up into his arms, careful not to touch his aching jaw. Zayne leads the way back to the bedroom, turning off the kitchen light behind them.
Ten minutes later, you're tucked safely under the covers, sandwiched between two large, very guilty men. With Valko's steady warmth at your back and Zayne's hand gently holding yours in the dark, you decide that missing out on the chocolate cake wasn't such a tragedy after all.
The next 2 days.👆 You can’t get angry though. Just look at their face! 🥹
Description: Zayne walks in on you and Valko in his private research facility.
SnowWolf Blurb Mini Series: (Pt. 1) Move Your Damn Hand
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Love y'all sm, keep answering the poll on who I should write for next!! I see those of you yearning for SnowWolf (ME TOO) teehee, HERE!!! Also, thank you so much for the requests!!! This gal is WRITING!!! Idk what's happening that these last two works involve sandwiched neck kissing ok ok ok!!!!!!!????? Enjoy!
Zayne clears his throat after he enters, “…I see I walked in during an...inopportune time.”
“Z-Zayne!” You shove Valko’s chest back slightly, his mouth popping off your neck with a gasp. However, his arms stay coiled around your waist and your legs around his hips—sat pretty on the edge of the large and expansive console of the research facility.
“Don’t mind me, I’m not one to—” he raises his brows, giving you a stern look, “interrupt.”
“Mmm…” Valko shoves his face straight back into the left side of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin.
“Ngh!”
As he nonchalantly approaches, “Slower.” Zayne lowers his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, “God, you’re bad at teasing her.”
His response is a mumble, who knows if Zayne properly heard it, “Shut up.” His lips part again and he sucks your skin briefly before speaking once more—to you this time, “You like it, hm?”
“Y-yes—mmm—nngh—”
Zayne takes several steps closer, pushing his glasses back up, “Yes, while that may be true… She’d open up even more if you took your time.” He sits right beside you on the console, careful to not yet touch either of you.
You look at him quickly before your head tilts back from the pressure of Valko’s mouth—his large frame pressing against you. You gasp when you feel Zayne’s cool fingers touch the right side of your neck, “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Nngh—mhm—oh my god—”
As Valko continues to attack the left side of your neck, Zayne slowly brushes some hair back behind your right shoulder, leaning in close so that his breath washes over your neck.
He smiles lightly when you lurch forward the slightest bit, moaning to what’s happening on the other side of your neck. His lips get close to your ear, “Starting without me, hm? Is someone looking for a punishment?”
Your nails sink into Valko’s white lab coat, “N-no—ngh!” You let your right arm fall from Valko’s shoulder, sliding it down his arm so that Zayne can get closer to you.
“Hmm, I think you are, sweetheart. You knew I was coming.” You moan in anticipation, but he leans away first, taking his glasses off and setting them down delicately onto the console beside him.
After, watching you writhe briefly, he dips down and in, kissing your skin as softly as he can—with sweet, light presses from his lips that immediately raise goosebumps across your skin. He does so slowly, too slowly, a stark contrast to Valko—who while sucking your flesh in a desperate need to leave his mark, starts grinding his hard cock between your legs. Both actions from the pair leave you whimpering.
Zayne’s lips part as he presses a more tender kiss against your neck before speaking into your skin just loud enough for you to still hear him, “We’ll do this first, hm? Then you’ll get your punishment.”
“Mmhm—f-fuck—!” Zayne lets out a quiet chuckle against your neck before sinking back in, his mouth opening to kiss your skin more passionately—his tongue soothing the pressure from his mouth.
As Zayne continues along your neck, Valko pulls away, groaning, “C’mere.”
Valko’s mouth comes down onto yours hot and needy, his tongue pushing past your lips as you open up to him, “Mmmph…”
Hearing the muffled moan from you, Zayne pulls away from your neck, watching the two of you carefully, “So cute… You’re such a brat.” You moan when the connection between you and Valko breaks, only left to moan again when Zayne’s hand quickly snatches your jaw and cocks your head toward him. Looking at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, it’s only seconds before he’s crashing his lips onto yours.
You moan into his mouth from his heated kiss and at the feeling of Valko suddenly tugging both your pants and panties off at the same time. It doesn’t matter that your ass is pressed on the console, the tug is swift, strong, and easy as everything comes off—only a slight jump from your body. No matter what happens, Zayne doesn’t let you go, keeping you close with the grip he has on your jaw.
Dropping to his knees, you gasp when Valko’s tongue touches your slit. Aggressively, you crane your head, breaking your kiss with Zayne in favor of the direction of Valko nestled between your thighs and pulling your dangling legs over his shoulders.
Grip still firm, Zayne lets you, but only momentarily before he’s pulling you back to face him, “Ah, ah.” You whine as Valko’s tongue parts your slit and pushes against your clit. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His grasp spreads and extends past your jaw, his fingers and thumb squeezing in on your cheeks, “So pretty…”
“Ngh—Zayne—”
He interrupts with a tsk, turning your head slightly to the side and back in his grasp—like he’s examining you, staring at your parted lips being pushed open by his fingers. “Shh…do you like him between your legs, sweetheart?”
“Mmhm—y-yes—!”
“Good.” You can’t say much of anything else before Zayne’s lips are back on yours, his tongue pushing against your own so he can keep every moan from you for himself.
Groaning and consuming you hungrily, “Mmm—tastes s’good—smells s’good—fuck—” Valko silences himself by engulfing the whole of you with his mouth again, the vibrations from his throaty hums leaving you moaning into Zayne’s mouth.
Even when you start to tremble and shake against Zayne’s grasp, he still doesn’t let you go, “Uh-uh.” You bite his bottom lip, hard, and his index and middle finger raise and tap against your cheek, a subtle warning to knock it off. When letting the kiss actually break, “You got yourself into this, not me.”
Valko continues to lap at your clit, needy whines and moans sounding from below you and Zayne. “Mmm...he’s so...sloppy.” As if on cue, Valko wraps his lips around your clit, a slurp noise sounding just after Zayne speaks. He chuckles, “See?”
Your voice is strained and squeaks out under Zayne’s tight grasp, “Mmm—f-fuck—fuck!”
“Oh, you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate. You want to look, hm?” You nod helplessly in response under his hold on you. He gently kisses your lips once before forcefully tilting your face down and toward Valko who moans against you as soon as you make eye contact with him.
Zayne’s teeth nip the side of your ear as he squeezes your cheeks again, “Happy?”
“Y-yes—mmm—t-thank y-you—nngh!”
He hums, “Of course, sweetheart.”
Valko continues to suck on your clit until you feel your legs start to violently shake, his warm eyes not leaving yours while his fingertips sink into your thighs, “S-shit—oh m-my god—m’gonna—”
“Ah,” Zayne yanks your gaze—your face—back to his, his hand never once letting you go while you watched, “you know the rules, love. Look at me when you cum.”
***
Valko glances over to Zayne, cock in hand and about to push into you. Zayne nods, his voice low, “Mmhm…go ahead.”
You and Valko’s voices overlap as he sinks his throbbing cock into your dripping cunt, “F-fuck yes—” “Mm! Oh my god—!”
Zayne leans in, kissing your cheek as you stare down at the space dissolving between you and Valko, his voice a whisper, “Does it feel good, princess?”
Valko’s watching too, restraining himself from plunging into you completely, the feeling of you squeezing him overwhelming and delicious, “S-so—ngh—good!”
Trailing his mouth from your cheek to your jaw and down, his lips touch your neck again, “Mmm, good. ...Good girl.”
Your right hand leaves Valko’s arm and grasps at Zayne’s tie instead, “Z-Zayne—s-shit—let me touch you, p-please.”
He speaks between kisses on your neck, “If I let you touch me—mmm—your punishment increases.”
“Yes, y-yes! I don’t care, just—” Your pleas are cut off by a loud moan ripping out from your chest as the head of Valko’s cock wedges against your G-spot perfectly.
Practically growling when feeling your walls clench around him, “F-fuck—she’s perfect—nngh!”
“Isn't she?”
Valko’s thrusts are deep and intentional, his face burying back into the crook of your neck. After last time, he continued to do exactly what Zayne suggested—right at the end, tilt your hips up. You’re putty in his arms, moaning incessantly while trying to fumble with Zayne’s belt. He brushes your hand off, doing the task himself.
“V-Valko?”
He speaks against your neck, “Nngh—yes, pup?”
“Do me a f-favor, hm?” Not stopping the torque of his hips once, he pulls his face out from your neck—out from inhaling as much of your scent as he can. You release Zayne’s tie and hold your right hand between the two of you, “Lick m-my hand for me, yeah?”
Without a second thought, his teeth are sinking into the bottom edge of your palm before his tongue is running a long, striped lick up the entire length of your palm, and all the way up to your fingertips. Before you can pull away, he takes a few of your fingers into his mouth, sucking until you’re both moaning—eyes locked.
When he releases your fingers from his mouth, “T-thank you—nngh—good boy.” With a small smile that quickly breaks into a face full of pleasure, his brows knitted, he puts his face right back into the left side of your neck—never once having stopped his thrusting into your needy cunt.
Right beside you, you turn your gaze toward Zayne, his eyes flat in annoyance, already knowing your intentions. “Your punishment is now—o-oh—” you wrap your hand slick with Valko’s saliva around his hard cock, “mmm—you really are the biggest brat, huh?”
Groaning as you start to stroke him, he pushes forward until his mouth is on your neck again. With panting breaths, Zayne’s mouth ends up right near your ear again, “So naughty, you want him to cum inside you and me to cum on you, is that it?”
“Yes—h-holy fuck—y-yes—nngh!” Your vision blurs as the pair suck on your neck from opposing directions—pressure in every sense, from every angle, beating down onto you until you can’t take it anymore.
tw cardiac surgery 🍋🟩 wolfsnow x f!reader, based on irl events rn. i have an immediate family member in the OR for cardiac surgery and.. it’s hard.
“talk to me.”
two warm hands, big and calloused, rest on your shoulders from behind. they begin a slow, gentle and firm massage down your spine. you close your eyes with a sigh.
the monitor above still glows, cheerful as ever, with its colorful lights in neatly rowed boxes—neon green for procedures yet to start, orange for those on hold, and red for those already in the recovery room.
you know, even without opening your eyes, that the box you’ve been closely following the past two hours is still dark green.
ICU IV ID #505. PROCEDURE IN PROGRESS.
“hey,” valko interrupts, hands still climbing down your back. “y’know zayne’s in there with the focus of a precision laser right now. he’s not gonna let anythin’ bad happen to his patient, that’s for sure. ‘specially if he knows how much they mean to you.”
“i’m just so impatient,” you confess, finally letting your eyes flutter open at the brush of a tail. “and worried.”
valko only hums. his tail curves in an almost protective manner around your torso. “these things take time, pup. they’ll be out in no time with only good news.”
“tell me: has zayne ever failed you before?”
yellow eyes pierce your soul—in a flash, valko is kneeling in front of you, warm hands engulfing yours and caressing them with the care one would give to a newborn child.
your brain wracks itself clean for a proper answer. coming up short, you slowly begin to shake your head, and valko grins a lopsided smile. the faint dip of his dimple is visible, to which you stare at with a small pout on your face.
“no,” you respond softly. “no, he hasn’t. neither have you.”
the man’s grin only widens, and his dimple deepens further. you resist the urge to poke it. “atta girl. zayne would be proud of that answer.”
you can’t resist. his skin is squishy when you pinch it, and all of a sudden, the box on the screen feels a little smaller when you look at it. the pit in your stomach dulls in worry, too. he beams at you in response.
“c’mon, let’s go grab a bite before doctor zayne comes bearing his good ol’ medic report.” valko’s already pulling you towards the door, rubbing a soothing hand down the curve of your hip.
“we can get him a treat, too,” you add in thoughtfully.
he smiles, gentle. adoring.
“yes, we can. can’t let our pack go hungry, after all.”
Valko and his chocolate obsession VS Zayne and his never ending demand for all kinds of sweets. The dentist bill in an arcticwolf household would be astronomical. Bonus points if ur a sweets lover too. You're ALL getting an ass whooping from ur dentists.
You couldn't just take Valko with you to work. Several questions would be raised. And he couldn't hang around your apartment in his human form with the maintenance man coming to fix the shower. You had to bargain.
Just eight hours in wolf form in exchange for endless pets tonight with a big, juicy steak.
Valko didn't like using his wolf form unless he was hunting the most elusive of prey. He was bored out of his mind, and you had only been gone fifteen minutes.
That was until the birds started chirping. His ears immediately perked up and saw finches and cardinals flocking upwards outside of the window. Jumping off the couch, his golden gaze was fixated at where they were going and got vocal about it.
Valko kept barking with delight until an ear twitched to hear the front door unlocked. The scent was...unfamiliar. A bunny? Valko dashed around the corner while bumping into the couch only to see a man on the phone who was staring right at him.
"You didn't tell me you got a dog,"
"It was a last minute thing, and it isn't even mine," You lie to Xavier. Valko hears this and slumps to the floor in distress. "Are you sure about that? Seems pretty sad now," Xavier bent down and scratched behind Valko's ear. Curse the bunny! His weakness!
The black wolf let out a whine and rolled onto his back. Xavier took notice and started scratching his belly. "Well, whoever he belongs to, and he's in your house...I guess I should watch him while you're gone." He hung up the phone to focus both hands on belly scratches.
Valko was as happy as could be with his tongue out, panting like crazy. He let out a 'aroof' to announce his pleasure that made Xavier giggle.
"Perhaps dogs aren't so bad..."
"Maybe bunnies aren't so bad either?" In an instant, Valko was back in his human form with his shit-eating grin staring plastered on his face, looking right into Xavier's translucent blue eyes.
Zayne
"So you're telling me you picked up a stray, and you need me to look at it? I'm a cardiac surgeon for humans, not a veterinarian." Valko could hear a long sigh from outside your front door. "Fine, but it must be all of the macarons. And no promises that I don't cure his ailments."
Earlier that day, you and Valko had gone to the gym to do bench pressing. One press of biting off more than he could chew and you not being the best spotter resulted in the bar collapsing on his chest which resulted in a shoulder injury. It wasn't life-threatening, but it was definitely sore.
Sore and grumpy enough to pout around in his wolf form. You had planned to go get some ice and snacks, but an emergency mission had pulled you away from your convenience store run. There was only one true way to fix this - get a doctor in the house. Luckily, you knew one.
"Let's see..." The man knelt down next to Valko with furrowed brows. He turned away to send a text.
Snowman: And what exactly is wrong with him?
You couldn't tell Zayne the truth. It would open a can of worms.
Jasmine: He just hurt his leg while tripping over the curb. Despite his size, he's a big baby.
Snowman: An easy fix.
The man set his phone aside and started talking to Valko in a gentle voice. "Let me know where it hurts, alright?" He smelled like sugar and jasmine. His touch was cold, but not freezing him to the bone.
Upon touching the left shoulder of his front leg, he let out a yelp and flinched away. "Aha," Zayne gently smiled at his patient for such an easy diagnosis. "This was not a small trip. Were you pulling a sled, perhaps? You would only get this kind of injury from pushing so much exertion." He stood up and wandered into the kitchen to see if you had any ice packs in the fridge. His Evol would be too much for the poor thing.
When Zayne came back with one, he noticed the dog (wolf? it was too big to be a dog, that much was for certain) had moved as if it knew exactly what Zayne was going to do with his black tail sweeping on the floor. Canines were intelligent creatures, so it was no surprise.
The ice pack that touched Valko's fur and permeated to his muscles, making them feel like heaven. And after his icing was done, the sugary man gently massaged his strained shoulder.
The gentleness made Valko let out a happy bark, but the feeling was too much. Zayne's hand shot back when the leg of a dog turned into a bicep of a massive hulk of a man. He was surprised at what you had dragged in, let alone if you even knew of this. He didn't know what what to say as the man with wolf ears and a tail that was swaying stretched out his sore muscle.
"So, doc, same time next week?" Valko smirked at Zayne hoping he would take him up on that offer.
Sylus
"So my protection isn't good enough for you anymore, kitten?"
Sylus has his arms crossed and is looking down in disdain at your +1 to the N109 Zone tonight.
Earlier that day
"Come on, tell me. Where are you going?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
The N109 Zone was somewhat believable, but standing in front of the world's most wanted man as if he was nothing was. Sylus Qin - Boss Man of Onychinus. Ho-lee shit. There was no way Valko was staying behind tonight.
"It's only a temporary arrangement, Sylus. Just one night."
"If he isn't housebroken, then you have to clean up after him." You scoff at Sylus's comment as you disappear to go get changed for the auction. Valko tries to follow you, but is stopped by a large, black leg.
"I think she can change her clothes by herself, don't you think?" Valko growled at his obstacle and was tempted to bite into it. But somehow, it was as if Sylus had already anticipated that. He could smell the non-chalant attitude radiating from his opponent.
The pale-skinned fiend calculated it would be a bad move to use physical measures to control the beast, so he had to resort to...more subtle tactics. With ease, he passed Valko to go sit on a nearby couch and with his elbows resting on his knees, Sylus looked Valko dead in the eyes and said, "Come."
The black wolf tried to resist, but he had no other desire than to obey.
"Sit." Valko sat, frustrated at these methods. He was the alpha wolf, not some trained sidekick!
Sylus smirked at his work, then moved over to pick a scrap of meat leftover from a past meal to pass to his new henchman. Valko's ears perked up immediately, but boss man was still in control. He used his finger to keep the furball in line to properly get his reward.
"Good boy.” Sylus held out his hand while Valko snatched the treat from the boss man’s long, slender fingers. He laughed at the dog’s antics. “Perhaps you aren’t so bad, maybe even more reliable than Mephisto.” A frantic caw was heard across the room. And that was when Sylus got a bad idea. He patted his thigh, while looking at Valko, but didn’t say a word.
Was Sylus implying what Valko thought he was? There was no way. The offer was…tempting. Too tempting.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite~”
Taking that as a guarantee, Valko jumped on the sofa and plopped his head onto Sylus’s leg where he suddenly began to receive soft pets and scratches from behind the ear. The gentleness had caused him to dose off.
Some time later
“Sorry I took so long. I wanted this one pair of earrings and turns out Mephisto got a hold of them-“
You look in shock at Valko, now in human form, was asleep in Sylus’s lap, ears flicking and tail swaying.
“Hm? And?” Sylus had also nodded off while waiting and opened one eye upon hearing your voice. He had immediately picked up that something was amiss because of the cutoff in your thought.
“And aren’t you uncomfortable? How in the world did you get up there?”
“I sat down, how else?”
“I wasn’t talking to you!” You cross your arms and Sylus notices your eyes avert to his lap to finally see not the dog, but a human hybrid asleep.
Valko let out a yawn, stretched, and opened his eyes. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” You ask him again.
“I say that he’s got a comfortable leg, that’s for sure.” The response made Sylus smirk and bark out that signature laugh.
“Aw, that must mean he likes me more than you, sweetie. Does that mean I get to keep him? He would look good with a collar on his neck.”
Caleb
“Go get it! Go get the stick!”
Caleb had come over to visit from Skyhaven since the spring. You were looking forward to this reunion for so long. But Caleb had developed another hyperfixation that wasn’t you - your new pet. Well, you new friend, Valko.
You suggested it would best for him to stay in wolf form while the Colonel was around. What was an informal meeting turned into a distraction.
“Caleb, lunch is almost ready!”
“Yeah! Five more minutes! He just won’t stop!”
You audibly grumble over his failed ability to listen. And that Valko was taking your precious time away from Caleb.
Meanwhile, the black wolf was having the time of his life. This man named Caleb smelled like apples and sunshine, and was a ball of energy. As soon as he was spotted, they were running around outside the backyard playing fetch, which is something you never did with Valko as you found it to be demeaning. No matter how many times Valko told you that he was okay breaking it loose now and again you always said no. That it was too embarrassing, to immature, the same old excuses. Whoever Caleb was, he better come more often.
Eventually, Valko saw you come outside to drag the man in. He whined and ran closer to attempt to win you over with his puppy eyes.
“Valko, no! We have to eat, and you do too!”
“Valko, huh? Nice name…” Caleb bent down to give him some chin scratches resulting in a vigorous tail wag. The response made you huff and pout again with Caleb taking notice.
“Pipsqueak…are you jealous~?” He stood up, crossed his arms, and smirked down at you.
“Absolutely not!”
“Ya know, I can smell when you lie.” Valko chimed in copying Caleb’s face. Caleb’s head snapped back when he heard the voice. He blinked a few times to ground himself before smirking at the wolf man.
“What else can you smell?”
“Everything. No scent can hide from me.”
“Well, perhaps you can smell that I’m feeling a bit mischievous~”
Valko sniffed the air and his tail swayed behind him.
