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kelpie-keeper · 8 years ago

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Title: Caught in the eye of the storm pt 4 of 4 Rating: NC-17 Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou Series: Sex Pistols Part of: Alt Universe; Continuation fic to A surprise for two: 1 & 2 and Little Known Secret. Continuation to Dark Desires 1, 2 & 3. Continuation of Trippin’ through memories past 1, 2 3 & 4, Fourth part to Caught in the eye of the storm 1 2 3 Notes/Warnings: Set a year after the end of Trippin’ through memories past. Their lives have finally started to settle down, never knowing a monster from their past is coming back to haunt them and this time, he’s determined to get what he wants. Even if it means to kill whoever gets in his way. Length of the story (part wise) may change. This is a work of fiction and I most likely got things wrong on some aspects. I tried my best with it and I’m so sorry it took so long to get this part out. If you read this on my livejournal account, it had to be split into two parts (too large to post under one post there)

The echo of the slam of the door silenced their conversation, the labored breathing halted any words that she wanted to say. To scold her youngest for running through the halls, even though she had done so on many occasions, for the slamming of the door and interrupting their conversation. Not when Manami could have gently and quietly opened the door, wait for the two of them to finish. But he didn’t. Face so much like Makio’s, the narrowing of eyes before the young cat came into the room, all the while ignoring Norio, though not out of spite. Manami would deny that he had grown closer to Norio in the past few years, yet it was the returner to ancestry that he went to when trying to get Taro’s attention.

About to get up, a phone was shoved towards her. Manami’s phone, which was strange to say the least since the cat was extremely protective of the expensive phone. Not questioning the intense look that her youngest had, she took the phone from him and glanced at the screen to see the one name that she had been waiting for. Up on her feet, leaving the two to themselves while she walked away from them for more privacy.

“Makio,” her tone seemed to belie the desperation that she felt, “tell me you found them.” The trembling that made its way into her voice had her flinching at the way it made her sound. Making her sound weak and ready to crumble when she was far from breaking down. It was her lover’s words that had her heart freeze before racing with anticipation, a feeling that she hadn’t felt in years. ”I can’t get a hold of Kunimasa, his phone is just going straight to voice mail.” The cat that she was and her lover, the snake, she learned to read between the lines, having had to deal with so many situations when confronted by both Yakuza and the police. Which meant that that Makio’s conversation was being over heard by others, leaving her unable to fully tell her what she had found. ”But I do have a tip for you, meet me down at the office in two hours, I want to have a drink with you.”

Code words, she hadn’t had the chance to hear them in a while, knowing that they meant “Come here, I have information for you. For a price.” The sound of buzzing in her ear, pulling the phone away before snapping it close and handing it back to her son, tension building in her body before spinning on her heel to leave. The look her youngest wore while Norio looked frustrated, a feeling that everyone was experiencing. By the look that the blond cat wore, he wanted to know more about the situation that was unfolding. And maybe she would tell him, but no at this moment. Not when she was on the verge of getting information from Makio.

“Manami, you’ll stay here with Norio and Shinobu.” An order, barked out as the two lightweights followed behind her as if an attempts to nip at her heels. Ignoring the protests, her strides were long as she walked down the hallway, quickly and efficiently giving out orders while her employees scrambled to do what was expected of them. She knew that after years of working there, they knew what to expect if she was this angry and worried. A glance at the clock, telling herself that she needed to go if she wanted to make it to Makio’s office in the time that she was expected.

“Karen?” A look up, seeing the older Inukai striding quickly through those who worked, his face pinched while she waited for him to catch up to her. Past those who were cleaning and finishing up the work for the day while preparing for the closer she had ordered. There were several who grumbled, though they understood what was happening, as much as they could, it was easy to understand the loss or halt of a job. She didn’t care, though. Didn’t care about their opinion about how she ran her business, not when it was her family on the line. Who the enemy was and if they were watching the restaurant, looking for an opportunity to get her grandchildren. Again.

“I managed to get a hold of several people who owed you favors and one of them mentioned a rental of a van, late last night, just before closing. They faxed these over.” Inukai handed the papers over her, keeping pace with her walking as glanced over what was sent. Just information on the vehicle, model and make while a second paper held a photocopy of a driver’s license while the last was just the a copy of the rental agreement. Not a lot to go by, barely anything but it was a start. ”Makio has some information that most likely more than this, but it’s a start.” Looking up, realizing that that with walking and going through the papers, they had reached her and Makio’s room. She gave him a nod, letting him know silently that they were being listened in on. The sound of someone shushing the other before she inclined her head, quietly telling her friend goodbye before turning to the two eavesdroppers. ”I thought I told the both of you that you��re to stay here, in the restaurant where it’s safe.”

“But maybe I,” an elbow to Norio’s side from her youngest had him changing his words, “maybe we can help!” Words that protested the fact that they were ordered to stay behind. Out of the corner of her eye, seeing Manami clench his teeth and nodded, words lingered in the air. When had they become so stubborn? Not wanting to listen to orders given to them by someone older than them.

“If I thought you’d be able to help, I would bring you with me. But what you told me earlier, it would be too risky to even think about bringing you. Who’s to say that they’re out there, waiting for the right moment to capture you. Not with the three missing at this very moment, I don’t want you to leave, even if you think it’s safe. No, you need to stay here where your more protected and can be watched with the children”

Just as Norio was about to open his mouth to protest, the look she sent him had him withering on the spot and out of the corner of her eye, catching Manami’s reaction as well. ”You’ll stay here with the children, they’ll need someone familiar with them around. If I find out more information, I’ll let you know,” her hand on the doorknob and as she turned the metal to open the door, she shot a look at the two that had them swallowing and one of them slinking away, “and if I find out that you decided to follow, you’ll regret it.” She left her warning hanging in the air, her words final as she closed the door behind her, the click of the door in placed before leaning back against the wood as she tried to calm her racing heart. The rush of emotions, the fear for everyone she loved was back. The fear of finding out Shirou and Tadakuni had been kidnapped a few years ago, though she didn’t show her worry, had struck at her. She never thought that her family would attract the ones that were the most dangerous. Her connection to the underground was just that, a connection. She didn’t have the underworld life like they did, though she was friends with those in the Yakuza, her life wasn’t as dangerous as theirs. The only danger she had close was Makio.

It was the thought of Makio that had her pushing away from the door, shedding the work clothes she wore around the restaurant to her professional clothes, ones that would show that she was Makio’s lover and wife. Slipping on her blouse, wishing her hands wouldn’t shake as she slipped each button through the little holes and her skirt followed. Pulling her suit jacket on and grabbing her purse, glancing at the mirror. Worry in her eyes, avoiding looking at the lines that slowly started to etch on her face, cursing silently before walking out of her room. Hallway now empty of Norio and Manami, she steeled herself for what she was to find out. Her stride quick, away from the home and through the restaurant, seeing her old friend waiting for her, keys in his hand. Nodding to Shinobu, who locked the door to the private quarters of the property, keys slipping into his pocket while she made her way down the steps towards the road while Inukai left for the car.

A pat to her purse, making sure she had her phone with her in the hopes that her boys would call her. The near silent car pulled up and parked while she opened the door and slipped inside, the quiet rev of the engine before the vehicle pulled away. Left with her thoughts and the sound of traffic, it was the sound of Inukai’s voice that broke her from the silence. ”I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but there was a body in front of their apartment.”

Inukai didn’t have to say whose apartment, she knew. A look out of the corner of her eye, catching the clenching of fingers around the steering wheel, waiting for him to continue. ”It-, he was one of our workers.” Letting the silence speak for her, she knew what her old friend was saying and wasn’t saying, neither spoke for the rest of the ride and it wasn’t long before the car pulled under the long shadow of the building. Shivering despite the heat that was being pumped from the vents, the car slowly coming to a stop at the curb, drawing a few looks of those that walked by. Hand on the handle, Inukai’s words of “I’ll park the car and meet you up there soon.” The grim set to the male’s face and a slight tilt of her head before closing the door and headed towards the double doors of the building. Moving between those who were leaving, nodding to the few that she knew, heading to the elevator that stood off to the side of the lobby, away from prying eyes.

The press to the button, waiting for the machine to make it’s way from the top floor, Karen crossed her arms across her chest and resisted the urge to tap her foot in impatience. A brief touch to her arm, Inukai joining her, his jacket on his arm as they waited. A brief sound, alerting them to the arrival, the ride up was made in silence, lucky that they had the elevator to themselves. Numbers lightening up at each floor they passed until a sound and doors opening up, a gush of warmer air the way Makio liked to have. Stepping out into the moderately decorated waiting room, several of the doors to the side of the side stood closed, almost as if they were abandoned, like the secretaries desk, though she knew the truth. That Makio’s business was booming and the workers that she did have were working on cases of their own before handing her the paperwork.

The short walk past the empty desk and to the door that bore her wife’s name, never bothering to knock, opening the door to reveal Makio leaning back against her desk, looking throughly pleased with herself. A bodyguard of hers, holding down an agitated looking man who struggled when he caught sight of them. Flecks of blood covered his hands while his clothes, on the other hand, were speckled and spotted with it. In the corner of the room stood a well dressed woman, who had her arms crossed over her chest, an expression of utter revulsion crossed her face as she lifted her nose and turned her gaze away from them. It was the click of the door closing that caught the Makio’s attention.

“Karen-chan.” Makio’s voice flowed over her, leaving her just a little bit excited. Digging her nails into her, rarely did her wife use an endearment like that in front of others, but her snake seemed so pleased with herself that she let it pass. Keeping her heart calm, nodding her consent all the while keeping an eye on the woman and the man that seemed to freeze under her gaze.

A cough as the woman stepped away from the corner that she was occupying to glare at them, one at a time before setting amber colored eyes on Makio. ”If you’re done with the pleasantries, I want to know why I’ve been called here.” A thick accent that tugged at her memories, reminding her of someone she knew. Words that were rude and arrogant had Makio narrowing her eyes and the smile that she knew so well had the strange woman backing up before stiffening her back in defiance before standing her ground.

“You’re here because a few days ago, I received a small package with information that you have an idea of what your son has planned.” A predatory like grin spreading across her face while her eyes narrowed.

Shifting as much as he could against the wall, the floor hard underneath him. The faint cries that had echoed from down the hall had died down, cries that ranged from blood curdling screaming to cursing and crying. Sounds he only heard in movies that he’d watch with Norio, his arm curled around the smaller male’s shoulders in protection. Out of th corner of his eye, catching a blond head tilting down, sweat dotting on his brother’s brow, despite the cool temperature of the room. Reaching out, touching to Yonekuni’s shoulder, watching lips move quietly while no sound escaped before a low murmur that resembled the his brother in-law’s name. Moving his hand from Yonekuni’s shoulder to the sweaty forehead, a hiss at the heat that rolled from Yonekuni’s body. The trembling of cold while the blond’s body tried to fight the fever that came with the pain of the bullet wound on Yonekuni’s right thigh. A look around the bare room, for something, anything that would help him warm the reptile up.

When he saw nothing that would help, he pulled his brother into his arms in attempts to get the heavyweight’s body heat up. Arms pulling his brother closer, the shivering slowed to a soft tremble. In the light that the moon provided through the window, he saw the heavy gaze of the one who had joined them earlier. Wanting nothing more than to look away, it was the man who spoke first.

“You must be related to Yonekuni-kun if your doing that,” he knew that the man meant, “to keep him warm.” He only nodded his answer, not wanting to speak, even if his brother knew him, he didn’t. The silence that started to build again broke when the man spoke up again.

“You know, we’ve been trying so hard to track him down, to find out where he was.” The confused look, matching what he was feeling at the moment, must have been on his face before the man gave him a sad smile.

“Yonekuni-kun mentioned you and your partner, that returner to ancestry that popped up years ago. I’m Shirou’s father and his mother,” dark eyes lowered and bottom lip was bitten in a feeling that he couldn’t understand. ”Mikkel has her right now. IT was her that was screaming-” Words were bitten off as the door to the room slammed opened, the light from the hallway overpowering what light the moon had given them. The shadowed figure stepped forward, a sound from a second figure as they watched the second figure was tossed inside to land on the floor with a pained gasp. A muttered curse at the first figure before the door closed behind the man, bathing them once more in darkness. The man that had been across from him moved quickly, reaching for the moaning figure on the floor. Words whispered in a language that he didn’t recognize, a higher pitch of voice answered in kind.

In the shadows, he watched the couple comfort each other, leaving him along to hold his brother and keep him warm, alive. Turning his head away as the man’s voice dipped low, most likely comforting the person that had been tossed inside with them.

It wouldn’t be until later, on the verge of sleep, that he heard the sound of movement that had his eyes opening and what light that could be offered allowed him to see the figure of a woman crawling towards him. A soft growl, one he had never heard before had his brother jerking in his arms and looking over his shoulder at him. The narrowing of blue eyes and the curling of his upper lip had him dropping his arms as Yonekuni pulled away from him, he couldn’t help feeling a little envious watching and listening.

The labored like breathing as the woman pushed herself off the floor with the man’s help, a muffled sound of pain and a curse. ”We-we’ve got to hurry, Yonekuni-kun. He’s been drugged up and prepped for implantation.” A harsh whisper, though he could hear the pain that made her voice quiver as she swallowed back the pain. ”He’s going to try to succeed where he failed last time.” Head throbbing with every movement he main, the wound on his leg throbbing with pain he never thought he’d have to experience, worse than this broken leg years ago. He couldn’t sit there and wait for things to happen, not with Shirou’s life and theirs on the line like this, in the hands of that bastard. Pushing his good leg under him, attempting to stand on his feet. Hands braced on the wall for support, he tried to put weight on injured leg, gritting his teeth when his leg buckled. Fingers curling into the wall, trying to dig and claw away from the pain that racked his body. The cold seemed to finally sink, the warmth that Kunimasa had given him seemed like an echo of a memory long gone. Sliding back to the floor, a grunt as he sat down, injured leg stretched out in front of him with a hiss.

His body still cold, aching to hold his lover in his arms when a hand reached over to clasp his, giving a reassuring squeeze. A squeeze back before the hand started to slip away before stopping. ”Yonekuni-kun, I’ve got a plan. When he comes back-” Her words paused while cocking her head at an angle, as if catching a hint of noise outside the door. For a minute, he was reminded of Shirou when he would tilt his head when he thought he heard Tadakuni and Ayaka making noise. He didn’t hear anything, but his hearing wasn’t like that of his lover’s family. The smaller hand seemed to shake, the sound of rattling before Mischa forced his fingers to close over the object she handed to him before her hands pulled back. Just in time, too, the sound of the lock rattling. Shoving the item into his pocket, biting his lip when he realized that he had shoved it into the pocket on his right leg.

Light from the hallway blinded him once again before it was dimmed and shut off, while the light above flicked on above, giving everyone a better view of their surrounds. Blood that had dried along his leg was slowly trickling out again, a look up to see blood smeared and dried where his father in-law sad against and he could only guess how it came to be like that. Keeping his reaction to himself at the sight of his mother in-law, dried and still drying trails of blood stained her skin, hair that usually was immaculate was now tangled and knotted, chunks of hair missing while the remaining strands stained with her blood. The narrowing of pale eyes as the woman looked at the figure in the door way, looking like a cornered animal ready to lunge.

“You.” A low hiss, one that would make a snake proud. Focusing on the woman standing or rather, attempting to stand only to collapse on her knees. A rather short man entered the room, softy closing the door behind him while his free hand held a gently worn bag, his mouth opened, as if to speak before snapping close.

“I thought you took off to save your own skin.”

Feeling as intimidated as he was with the one who hired him, his soul wanted to lay in submission in front of the four heavyweights, to show them that he meant no harm to them. And as much as he wanted to give in, to show them he respected their rank, he swallowed down and did what he was trained to do so long ago. ”Think what you want, M-madam, I’m here now.” Breathing hard, reverting to his professional manner. ”This may be a little difficult, but please remove your shirt.” As he expected, the protesting from the one who held the woman who must be her husband. The protective gestures and the way he tried to get between him and the woman. Kneeling down on the floor, setting his bag to hi side. ”I should stitch her up the way I stitched you up,” a glance to the older male and then back to t he woman, “the way I stitched your son back up. No doubt he did a lot more damage to you than he did to your son and I don’t know how long it’ll be before i’m discovered here.” A moment of silence, waiting for the bloodied woman to consent. It was the slight nod of a head before she held up her hand.

“He,” a point towards the blond male against the wall, dried blood and fresh blood caking around the male’s upper right thigh. ”He needs the help more than I do.” He wanted to protest, having caught a glance at her back just hours ago, when Mikkel dragged her to the room. The screaming he heard when the man ripped into the woman, watching crimson liquid drip down the chair she had been tied to. Eyes, that if she was a normal person, would have been dulled, were full of hatred at both him and the one who hired him. He wanted to protest that she needed the help, not the one she pointed to, but it was the tone of her voice and her set expression that had him agreeing. Shifting forward, moving towards the injured male and despite the flinch the blond gave him and the curl of his upper lip in disgust, he let him survey the injury. Dark and small, biting his tongue at how dirty it looked, pieces of fabric as well as debris that seemed to be logged in the wound.

Opening his bag, reaching and pulling out a clean pair of gloves out of their wrapping, slipping them on before a pair of surgical scissors were removed. Sharp and gleaming off the light above, he adjusted his glasses before settling right next to the blond male. ”Don’t move now.” His order, while soft, radiated with the confidence of years of experience that Yonekuni could only follow, keeping himself still. Watching as a bottle of clear liquid was pulled out, the top removed and the over powering smell of disinfectant filled his senses. He caught the look the doctor gave him, his teeth gritted while fingers gently touched around the edges of the ragged bullet wound.

“How close was the gun to you when you were shot?” The doctor asked, looking closer at the wound while cutting away the fabric of his jeans, revealing a clearer view of his leg. He tried to answer, finding his tongue thick and unable to move the way he needed to answer when his leg was lifted up and hands reached underneath, feeling the exit wound the bullet made. ”This is going to hurt a lot more than it would if you were in a hospital right now.” Yonekuni watched the doctor, reaching into his bag, one of the bottles that was little under half empty was pulled out and a fresh syringe. Working quickly, forcing the tip of the needle into the top of the bottle, filling it up and then tapping the barrel before grabbing his arm. Through hazy eyes, he watched the doctor find a vein before sinking the needle in, shooting medication through him.

“That’s only antibiotics, not a pain killer. It’ll help fight off any infection you’ll have because of the wound. As I said, this is going to hurt and I wish I had some sort of drug to take the edge off the pain you’re going to feel. I’m going to have to stitch up the bullet wound as much as I can before you get to a hospital, both the entrance and the exit.” The doctor explained pulling out a fresh needle and the material he needed to stitch the flesh back together. ”Once this is done, you need to keep weight off of your leg completely, lest you’ll tear the stitches out and make things even worse.”

He could only nod his consent, biting down on his tongue as the doctor breathed deeply before setting himself, clenching his eyes tightly when the bottle of disinfectant tipped, pouring the contents onto his reddened skin. The sharp pain flared before the pierce of a needle tip as the doctor began the slow process of stitching up the small bullet hole. The light headed-ness he felt, barely hearing the muttering of the man before him over the pounding of his heart as he felt each pierce and pull of the needle. Hands clawing at the ground for some hold, something to distract him from the pain as his skin was slowly sewn together. He could only imagine hearing the sound of the thread being pulled taunt with each movement-

His thoughts interrupted by Mischa’s voice, hearing the pitch over the sound of his heart and head pounding, reminding him of the bottle she handed him earlier. Ignoring the protest the doctor gave at his movement, he reached into his pocket for the bottle and with slightly shaking hands, he unscrewed the cap and tossed several in his hand. He didn’t care that the bottle was suddenly stolen from his hands, so concerned at tossing the white pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry, gagging at the taste. Laying his head back against the wall, wondering and waiting on how long it would take the medication to kick in. In his haste to get the pills swallowed, finally noticed that the doctor had finished sewing up the bullet hole on his thigh. Skin redden and swollen, a stark contrast to the black thread that closed the wound. Trying to focus his eyes, seeing the doctor’s mouth move before finally understanding what was being spoken.

“I know this is might be tough for you, but I need you to lay down on your stomach so I can stitch up the exit wound.”

Struggling to do what was needed, pushing away from the wall and onto his stomach, hissing curses as his leg pressed against the ground, almost rubbing into the dirt and dried blood as he tried to settle in a more comfortable position as the doctor repeated the same process. Eyes halfway opened, focusing on Mischa and her voice, breaking through the haze that fogged his mind, telling him he couldn’t fall asleep, that he needed to be awake to get Shirou back. With her words in mind, he forced his half lidded eyes open, biting down hard on his lip, tasting blood as the doctor continued to work. His brother’s voice came from beside him, though he couldn’t see him.

“Just think, Yonekuni. When we get out of this and you have Fujiwara back in your arms, your daughter’s human face will be showing. You’ll get to see who was right this time.”

Unable to stop the slight chuckle at the jaguar’s words, he could only imagine what expression his brother was wearing. Mind going back to his mother in-law’s words and the feel of each pierce of the needle, he was surprised to find that time had passed rather quickly. The feel of gel rubbed against his skin, the wrap of gauze around his thigh as blood slowly started to leak and the pull back of the doctor.

“That’ll do until you get to a hospital, most likely you’ll need surgery and therapy.”

Head heavy, he nodded and thanked him, watching the small doctor pull off his gloves and toss them to the small pile of discarded items, most likely to be thrown away later. With the help of Kunimasa, he was able to sit back up and with his knee bent, he watched the small doctor order Mischa to lay on her front. He looked away, giving the woman what privacy he could. The snipping sound of scissors, removing what was left of her shirt. He didn’t have to look to imagine what the heavyweight’s back looked like, the sound of his father in-law’s shocked voice, the rapid words and comfort, given in any way he could. With his eyes turned away, he thought of his missing lover. The threat of having his partner taken from him, his children kidnapped and sold as sexual playthings made him tremble, rage building inside him.

The sound of a whine, one that he was so familiar with had him jerking to his senses, ready to jump to his feet despite the pain that was racing along his nerve endings only to find out that the sound came from Shirou’s mother. As the dried trails of blood were cleaned away, slowly and surely, the sight of the gashes had him looking away. Deep and ragged, hints of bone peeking through flesh that had been ripped open with no regard to the woman. A look towards Soujirou, the firm look and the way he held his wife’s hand made all the difference. The grim look in the older male’s eyes and the way his father in-law comforted Mischa. Words spoken softly in a language he could barely recognize. Soujirou wasn’t as strong as Mischa, but he could give her the support she needed. He finally saw where Shirou got his tenacity from, he could only wonder how his lover was holding up.

“M-my son?” Mischa asked, breaking the silence through gritted teeth as the many of the lacerations to her back were slowly cleaned and wiped dry as fresh blood started to flow. Releasing a breath she wasn’t away that she was holding in, the pain she felt was ignored while cool air touched the inflamed skin.

“I couldn’t check, he had the bedroom door locked.” A pause as the doctor looked at his watch and sighed. ”But since the time I gave you that sedative back in the room, he most likely has only a few hours left.” His words seemed to linger in the air as he grabbed a clean needle and thread to stitch up the wounds on her back. He didn’t see the calculating gaze on her face nor the barest movement of her head.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a cellphone on you?” Soujirou asked, squeezing his wife hand.

Needle poised in the doctor’s hand, he blinked behind his large glasses before nodding. ”In my bag, there’s one, though good luck on getting any type of reception out here.” Head bent, he slowly started to thread the needle through the ragged skin as he started the slow process of stitching the heavyweight back up. ”Your best bet is at the base of the mountain, where there’s call box along the road. The reception here is spotty, at best.”

Soujirou watched Yonekuni’s brother reach for the bad that the doctor had close at hand, rummaging to find the small device most likely hidden under the supplies and equipment that the bag held. Sounds of frustration before the hand withdrew, he caught the nekomata’s eyes and nodded, their best hope was to call for help. With the three of them injured and only one of them in perfect health, they stood no chance in trying to take Mikkel on, not with the hired guns he had.

“Outside this room, take a right and head out the hallway. The second door is the entrance and exit.” The doctor’s steady as he concentrated on finishing one of the many gashes, tying and snipping the excess thread away. He watched the heavyweight nod and quickly got to his feet and out the door, he didn’t know the younger male but he held his hopes on the nekomata in getting them help. Once the door closed behind the large male, he squeezed his wife’s hand again and glanced at his son in-law, the push of a jaw in, set in a stubborn way that let him know that he wasn’t about to give up. All that Yonekuni showed was a facade that hid the worry and pain that lay hidden in blue eyes. ’His leg must be bothering him more than he’s letting on.’ He thought to himself, looking down at Mischa as she hissed out a sound of pain.

He watched the snow slowly fall outside the window, a small smile on his face at the thought of everything coming together, just the way he planned it. Turning back towards the figure on the bed, the barest hint of a shift, a hint of life as the male slowly awoke from the drug that was given to him. Getting up from his seat and the few steps to the bed disappeared quickly before kneeling down to look upon his soon to be partner, his bitch, in the eyes. ”Awake now, aren’t you?” He asked quietly, lifting the sleepy head as gray eyes blinked slowly up at him. ”You see, that wasn’t so bad. You’re all stitched up now and just a few more hours, the implantation should be complete.” He nearly purred out, rubbing his thumb along Shirou’s jaw and lips. ”And soon, my dreams of having a full blooded son will come true,” He leaned in, a hair’s breath away, “you’ll be mine.” A small laugh, leaning in to lick at dry lips, feeling them part as a breath of air escaped before the closed again. ”Don’t get me wrong, I don’t love you and I can barely stand you. But you’re the closest thing I have that’ll get me what I want.”

A lick at Shirou’s cheek, tasting the salt and the droplets of sweat that started to dot along pale skin. ”Dont’ worry, I’ll take such good care of you.” Prying apart clamped lips with his tongue, enjoying the shiver of disgust that ran through the heavyweight’s body. Moaning into the forced, sloppy kiss, Mikkel ran his hand down the side of Shirou’s neck before slipping his fingers through dark hair. Clenching tightly onto the soft hair, forcing Shirou’s head still and preventing him from trying to escape the kiss. Pulling back when a sound of pain came from the captured heavyweight, lips swollen. The look of disgust on the drugged male’s face had him lifting his hand and the sound of a sharp slap, blood trickling out of the corner of Shirou’s mouth.

“We’ll get along much better if you liked my touch, much better if you just longed for me. Pining away for any sort of affection.” Pushing Shirou from his current position to his back, ignoring the sound of pain as hands most likely digging into the stitched up back. Watching a pink tongue trace swollen lips hand him standing to his feet and climbing onto the bed to straddle the male’s chest. ”Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He taunted, unbuckling his belt before working the button and the zipper. Though he had the male underneath him, right where he wanted him, he was only half hard. He didn’t see the laughter in the wolf’s gray eyes as he pulled himself from his pants, giving his flesh a few quick strokes and bitting down on his lip as his flesh started to twitch and harden.

Chuckling when gray eyes widened, the struggle when Shirou tried to buck him off.

“Not so innocent to know what I’m going to do, are you?” Chuckling again, reaching down to jerk Shirou’s head back. ”Just play nice and open up for me. Since I have to wait for the implantation to take place, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Nice and slow.”

Slipping his thumb past lips that tried to keep him out and forcing a clenched jaw open, the drug that had been administered hours earlier seemed to be working in his favor. The male’s resistance and muscles were weak and though Shirou was weak at the moment, he didn’t know exactly how long he had before the drug wore off. ”Yeah, just like that. It’ll be more pleasant if you just do what I want.” His grip tightened when Shirou tried to force his jaw close. ”Think of it this way, you do what I want and if you don’t, I’ll find your two children and give them to those who really like them young. There are some who would give a fortune to fuck your son, especially if you were to watch. Imagine how much fun that would be,” he grinned down at the defiant expression, “hearing them cry out for you. Begging you to make them stop and knowing that you couldn’t do anything to stop them. Forcing and selling those who would want a piece, a taste of such rarity.”

Hate filled eyes, the shimmering and the sound of disappointment when the male was unable to push his soul out. Using the distraction, forcing Shirou’s jaw open wider and releasing his hold on his cock to slide his fingers inside. Eying teeth before slipping his fingers free from the mouth to return and grip his flesh, scooting closer to hold himself to wet and swollen lips. ”Keep your teeth away from me and we’ll all be happy.” He stated, stroking himself a few times before moving in.

“Ah, my son.” The woman muttered, her heels clicking as she pushed away from the wall that she’d been leaning against. ”What’s he done now?” Karen could only clench her hands against her arm, glad that the long sleeves that she wore would protect her skin from her own nails. Chancing a look at her wife, seeing the look the heavyweight snake wore. A look that reminded her of a predator, one who had it’s prey in it’s line of sight.

“You should know, shouldn’t you? I believe it was you who leaked out the information about the Fujiwara’s to him.” It was always entertaining to watch Makio work as the woman paled at her lover’s words. The step backwards before the woman composed herself, clearing her throat. ”So what if I did? That isn’t a crime.”

Makio’s smile spread into a smirk, a hint of razor sharp teeth as sh moved in for the kill. ”It usually isn’t, no. But when it involves those treasured by this country and kidnapping, it is. But I digress, since you’re not directly involved in the act. Your son, though, was sentenced just a few years ago, almost twenty years to life in prison, was he not? His title, property and company stripped from from him.” The sound of a draw being open and a small pile of paper was tossed on the desk. ”He barely served a year and half of his sentence before he managed to “break out.”” Leaning back in her chair, she could see the scowl on the woman’s face, the plotting she knew so well was building. ”Let me put it this way, Nadya-san,” she spared her partner a look, seeing the light flush to Karen’s cheeks as the nekomata pulled up a seat next to her. She couldn’t help feeling proud of herself to see her wife interested in her work. ”I have enough to point the finger at you for being responsible for the escape and aid of a wanted criminal.”

Hands folding and fingers interlacing into a steeple and resting her chin. ”But the thing is, what do you have to gain in helping your son escape. From what I dug up, you’ve been estrange from him for nearly half his life. As if you abandoned him when he didn’t live to your expectations.” The flinch and muttered curses as the woman, who Makio referred as “Nadya”, dug around in her purse, finding what she was looking for and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. With a flick of a lighter and a puff of smoke, she exhaled.

“So what if I helped my only son,” an irritated look as Nadya glanced around the room. ”How is that a problem?”

“It is a problem when it’s my family that’s involved.” Karen spoke up for the first time since entering Makio’s office. It took all she had to keep herself in check and not go off on the woman. ”Not only is it a kidnapping attempt on my grandchildren,” she grounded out at the startled woman, “my sons and son in-law are now missing. After what happend a few years ago, one would think that your son isn’t the only one with a grudge.”

“What are you implying? That I’m responsible for all this?”

“I don’t have to imply anything. You see, I’m rather, how you say, good friends with the Fujiwara’s. Mischa-san and Soujirou-san have been, well, rather forth coming with me. They’ve told me about you and how you’ve contacted them in the past. May times, in fact.” Her statement was met with silence before Nadya chuckled, dropping her cigarette on the floor before crushing it under her heel.

“That’s rich,” Nadya’s voice had a hint of hysteria in it, “you’ll take their side without actually hearing what happened? That figures. What if they’re wrong? What if they lied to you to get you on their side?” Makio’s eyes narrowed, as Nadya started to pace, agitation rolling off her in waves. Mutterings in her mother tongue had her waiting for the woman to stop and she couldn’t help the smile that wanted to bloom, the woman was obvious to the trap that was slowly being laid before her, waiting for the right words to be spoken and she knew, knew right there, that it would spring that night.

“Well then, why don’t you tell me your side of the story, if what you’re saying is true.” She felt the heavy and heated gaze of her wife and wondered if Karen could detect the underhandedness that she was dealing with. The pacing stopped and Nadya looked around, grabbing a chair that one of her employees had brought, watching her take a seat and cross her legs. ”You’re willing to hear my side? How strange, usually Mischa has them wrapped around her finger that they’ll believe whatever they’re told.”

“I knew Mischa almost all my life, growing up in the same village. She was the only living relative of the patriarch of the village where we grew up, the beloved granddaughter of the head of the international committee of wolves. We were the last ones of our little village, the only descendants of once proud species of wolves in Russia, but she was different. She went off and got married. I contacted her when I had Mikkel, inquiring about maybe breeding her son with mine. At the time, she wasn’t even pregnant, but she told me that she would think about it.” Nadya paused, taking the bottle of water that was offered, a sip of the liquid before the cap was returned. ”When she finally did get pregnant and had her child, I approached her with the idea once again, between her son and mine. Of course, given the fact their son was so young, they were hesitant to enter any type of agreement.” Nadya frowned, pausing as if recalling the memories long forgotten.

“At the time, I didn’t mind. I mean, I still had plenty of time. Mikkel was still young as was their son. But every time I brought it up, year after year, it was always “He’s too young” or that “Maybe later” To find out that they were allowing him to be fucked by a mix blooded male.” Her voice spat out the words, never noticing the stiffening of the two in front of her. ”The last time I approached her, she had the nerve to tell me that her son had chosen his own path and heart. That the boy already had a mate.” The tapping of an impatient foot, as if regretting crushing her half smoked cigarette. ”That’s what started, started the whole thing. But that wasn’t all.”

“Oh? So the fact that they rejected your offer-”

“Not only did they reject my offer, they trailed me along in believing that they’d say yes to breeding and bonding their son to my son.” Nadya huffed, uncaring that she had interrupted them, arms crossing over her chest.

“Surely there are others out there that would be more suited for your son, instead of the one you wanted your son to breed with.” Karen tried to find reason, despite the fact that Makio had the upper hand. The hard stare that was leveled at her, the words she had spoken weren’t the ones Nadya was hoping for, as if she was expecting some sort of sympathy from them. ”That can’t be the whole and only reason for your involvement in helping your son escape-” Karen tried to reason, in some what of a hurry to get her family back, in one way or another.

“Of course it isn’t!” Nadya snapped, shooting her a glare that had her fur ruffled, as if her soul was out. ”They ruined not only the chance to breed their son with mine, to be connected to heritage that’s no longer around anymore and blood that is rich in history. To be connected with one of the last full blooded wolves out there. Their grandson should have been mine! They destroyed what had been in my family for generations. Destroyed by Mischa and that husband of her’s, throwing my only son in prison for what he did! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Her words, nearly screamed, echoed off the walls and died, her ragged breathing the only sounds of those who occupied the room.

“You actually believe kidnapping and attempted rape isn’t wrong?” Makio asked quietly, taking in the expression the woman wore. What she did in the past to her own son wasn’t as bad and she had paid for what she tried to do to Kunimasa, many times over, though she didn’t mention what she’d done.

“Of course it’s wrong, for normal people. We’re,” obvious that she meant madararui, “the exception. It’s the law of the land to take what we want, the strongest will strive forward to better themselves. That’s why I told my son about a rare and full blooded wolf several years back. He wouldn’t have done anything, wouldn’t have known about his prospective mate. Their son, with his strong breeding and linage, would be a perfect match for Mikkel. I don’t care that the male has a mate, females are to be fought over and my son when to take what he rightfully deserves. He would have already won his prize years ago, when their son was ripe and ready, if Mikkel had known about the chip that had been planted in them.”

A look towards her blond lover, the grin on her lips would seem welcoming, going by how Nadya relaxed slightly in her chair, but she could see how Makio’s eyes narrowed and the trap was about to spring. ”So it would be easy to say that you’re behind everything that’s been going on, right?” Makio’s words clicked in her head, the trouble Yonekuni’s family had been going through, from Shirou and Tadakuni being kidnapped to Yonekuni’s hit and run accident.

“Everything leads back to you. You’ve been the brains behind the whole thing, giving your song the information he needed, though not directly, correct?” Makio asked, pushing back her chair and slowly walked around her desk before perching on a corner of her desk, close to Nadya. She didn’t wait for the woman to answer, speaking before the woman could open her mouth. ”You also must be the one who hired this,” a wave of her hand to the blood splattered man, who was still being held down by an employee, “fine gentleman here.” She caught the slight flinch the woman gave. The paling of her face and the visible swallow.

“Y-yes, but I told him to follow Mikkel’s-” The widening of blue eyes, as if she suddenly realized what she had said.

“This afternoon, am employee or rather, a former employee of mine was found dead in the hallway of my son and his partner’s apartment.” Getting off her desk, walking around behind Nadya and ducking her head close, lips close to an ear. ”He was apprehended in the lobby of the apartment building he had chased them through. Luckily, the ones he was after,” she held her breath for dramatics, watching as Nadya’s head turned, eyes widening at the sight of sharp fans as Makio grinned, “managed to get away. Attempted kidnapping of my grandchildren as well as a returner to ancestry, a crime unto itself, as well as the murder of a fellow, well, you know.” A smile to herself, the trap just about to finish closing in, just a few minutes more. ”I’ve been wondering, a dog of the highest caliber and breeding would be this angry and insistent on your son to breed with a pure blooded wolf. Perhaps you wanted to tie your family to the last line that’s considered extinct in Japan? Or perhaps it was the fault of your partner, your husband, leaving you for someone else? Having fallen in love with someone that wasn’t the same as he.” A toss of her head, a laugh to herself before the loud knock on the door.

“Either way, it doesn’t matter.” She said, walking towards the door and opening, stepping back and letting the uniformed men inside, guns out and pointed at Nadya and the blood soaked man. ”What I want to know is, where are my sons?”

“S-sons?” The question was almost drowned out by the gulp the woman man.

“Yes, my son is married to the one your son is trying to rape and steal away. So, now where are they?” Narrowing her eyes, letting her soul flare and feeling her partner do the same as Karen came up to her side.

His grip on himself gentle, his grip on the one below him tight but it was the sounds from the hallway, the crash and a muttered curse that had him pulling back, his cock wilting a little before dropping his hand. The look in Shirou’s gray eyes and th sigh of relief had him grabbing the male by his jaw, fingers digging into soft skin painfully, enjoying the sounds Shirou uttered. His grip slacking slowly, hand moving slowly down to a comfortable place to hold the male down, fingers curling around the pale throat, effectively pinning Shirou down. ”A little early in celebrating, thinking you got out of sucking me off.”

He paused, waiting to hear any more sounds from the hallway, head cocked before turning back to his prey. The pale chest that rose and fell slowly with each breath, a smirk spread grew on his face. ”What would your husband say if he saw your lips wrapped around me? To know that you’re such a cock whore, begging to be filled by me.” His grip tightened on Shirou’s throat, pressing harder. The flinch and the urge to humiliate the male was there. To force the heavyweight’s loved ones to watch him being fucked and tortured, to know that their son, the blond’s partner, was carrying his child. Another sound came from the hallway, pulling him from his thoughts, dropping his hand away at the loss of color on the heavyweight’s face.

“Sorry about that, I need you alive for a very long time.” A smile that would have most likely charmed others, would have others wanting to know what they could do to please him, only sent a shiver of disgust and fear through Shirou’s body. The man was more deranged than he was years ago. Wishing he could reach out to rub his throat, swallowing thickly, though it didn’t do much help, his mouth feeling like cotton stuffed inside.

The pressure against his chest lifted, relieving him enough to breath easier before shifting his gaze from the man to the window out of the corner of his eyes. The snow that started to fall earlier was still continuing and he wondered if it was snowing back home, would Tadakuni play in it? Would he be pulled into playing? The shifting of clothing and the loud sound of a zipper being pulled up took his mind away from thoughts of snow and his son to the fact he nearly had to pleasure the man, no matter how much he didn’t want to. The weigh from the male, his bound hands digging into the inflamed skin of his back, the fear that he had overrode everything he felt, so focused on his tormentor that his mind blocked out the pain in his back.

It was when the auburn haired male smiled and reached for him, forcing him back onto his stomach. An almost, gentle like hand ghosted down his back and across inflamed skin, further down and parting the cheeks of his ass to finger his hole. His breath frozen in his chest, head jerking up in attempts to look over his shoulder, only catching glimpses of hair as the man ducked his head. ”I believe it’s about time, don’t you think?” A deep breath from both of them, though his was in fear. Heart hammering in his chest, trying to pull away from the touch that left him feeling nauseated. ”You’ve been stitched up and set for implantation. Soon, you’ll give off those pheromones that I smelt so long ago.”

Biting his lip in discomfort as his stretched hole was rubbed, the familiar feel of the device being slowly pulled out, wincing at the sound as it left his body. Swallowing about down the dry sob that wanted to rise in his chest, the hand that had been slowly rubbing his cheeks froze before digging into his skin. The intake of breath and the curse that ran through the air, the hand abandoned his skin and instead, dug into his hair and jerked his head back. ”What the fuck is this?” The question, hissed out as the device that had just been pulled from his body, was shoved into his face, almost under his nose. The little capsule that held the womb worm was cracked but the larva that lay inside was curled, apparently dead on the broad tip of the now stained device.

“T-the,” a gasp while his eyes squeezed shut tightly in pain, “larva. It didn’t ta-” licking his dry lips, he tried again, “didn’t take.” The fingers in his hair tightened even more, threatening to rip his hair out with a jerk of a hand.

“And why is that? Why the fuck wouldn’t it take? After two kids, you should still be fertile.” Shirou wanted to laugh at the confusion hidden in angry words and though he did try, his chuckle was low and coarse while he tried to calm his breathing. ”Didn’t you do any research since you escaped?” Shirou asked, his question muffled when the man shoved his head into the bead, though he managed to turn his head a little. The humor in his voice wasn’t what the male had been wanting. The low growl of warning, one that his instincts started warning him not to say any more. Swallowing hard, he kept his body still, almost as if in a neutral position before Mikkel withdrew.

“If that god damned doctor is still here, we’re going to do this one more time. If you even think of attempting to escape, you’ll be worse off than your bitch of a mother and your husband. I’ll do things that will make you beg for me to stop.” The set int he man’s jaw and the feral like look in his, worse than what he had seen these past hour and of what he could remember. The promises that those eyes held, torment and punishment that was only dreamt about in horror movies. The slam of the bedroom door went ignored as he thought about Yonekuni and what Mikkel had mentioned, worse than Yonekuni. His breath in his chest, what happened to Yonekuni? Images that his mind supplied him had him moving or at least, attempting to move.

Muscles protested every movement he tried to make, legs heavy when he tried to shift them. The urge to give up was there, the docile side saying to wait, but he knew he couldn’t, not with his life and others on the line. Forcing his body to move, despite the pain, thoughts of his mother and father, wounded or worse, kept him going. The worry for Tadakuni and Ayaka, Yonekuni, his lover and partner, his mate for life had him rolling his body to the side of the bed. Teeth grit in both frustration and determination, the sudden impact of falling to the floor had him wide awake, a shake of his head and though his body trembled, pain throbbing and coursing though his nerves, he pressed on. Whatever drug that lingered in his system, he pushed himself to his knees, the loyalty that he had to his family and his pack pushed him on. Leaning against the bed, struggling to his feel while hoping that his worst fears weren’t coming true.

With his eyes on the door, he didn’t know how long he had, steading himself until he stood upright. Taking one step forward, followed by another then another,m he made it to the door before pausing to look around the room. With his hands still bound behind him, he couldn’t open the door with the way he was. Frantic, looking around for something, anything, that would help him remove what was keeping his wrists bound. His discarded pants, along with his underwear, laid on the floor, along with a metal item that caught his eye. Moving his feet, pushing away his clothing to reveal just what he needed and for the first time since this mess started, he smiled to himself.

Awkwardly lowering himself to the carpeted floor, his back to the pile before leaning back to reach the unopened scalpel packet, the struggle to move his bound hands further had him toppling over. Mouth opening up in a silent cry that was both in pain and in frustration, the sound of the door rattling had him freezing, breath held in silence before the metal knob turned slowly and the door opened. Gray eyes widened at the person who stood in front of him. A sound of joy wanted to rise up, he muffled the sound as the one before him helped him to his feet, unconcerned that he was naked.

“You and Yonekuni get mixed up into some weird shit,” the younger one grumbled to himself before the ringing of a phone in the male’s pocket had them both freezing. Dark eyes looked at him before looking away, silencing the phone after answering it. Words that were terse and straight to the point, he kept his hopes high.

“Here,” the familiar gruff voice that he was used to, which was saved for him or Yonekuni when the younger one felt like scolding them, “turn around and I’ll untie you.” He didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed about being naked, replying on what strength he had inside to stand before his brother in-law. ”Ha-,” he started, his voice hoarse while the restraints from his hands were removed.

“Yonekuni?” The silence from the nekomata had his stomach clenching tightly, twisting, watching the male look away. Hands trembling, taking the clothing that Kunimasa handed him and on trembling legs, he pulled his jeans up with sore hands. Pulling up the small, metal tab and slipping the button through the small hold before steading himself, emotions running through him. And though they scared him, the rage he felt, anger and protectiveness he felt, he didn’t see the widening of Kunimasa’s eyes but the hand on his shoulder had him looking up to see the younger man’s expression. The small smile in this dark time and the words the male gave him. ”Go show him what you’re made of. Fight to protect what you treasure. Show them that just because you’re a dog, you’re not a push over.”

“But what about you, Kunimasa-kun?” He asked, glancing around the room for his shirt, only finding the shredded remains of what looked like his shirt, though he couldn’t be sure.

“Don’t worry about me. Get to Yonekuni while I get help.” the pat to his pocket, where the cellphone had been shoved back in just minutes earlier. Shirou looked around, heading towards the door, pausing and turning back. ”What about the van?” The guilty look the cat wore said it all and he couldn’t help the twinge of pride he felt when he knew Yonekuni and Kunimasa tried their best to stop them. ”It’s no longer a viable option now, just go!” The order, voice hard and he nodded.

Into the darkened hallway, every breath he took caught hints and scents of others, leading him down the hallway and past doors. The sound of rising voices at the last door at the end of the hallway, door wide open and keeping close to the walls, his ears slipping out and twitching to hear better.

“-Tell me you have another!” A demand, voice angry as the taunt back he could see stiffened, pulling someone off the floor to face him. ”I want to know why this implantation didn’t take! You told me a womb worm this pure would have a ninety nine percent of implantation! Why didn’t it work?” Taking the chance, looking around Mikkel’s back in hopes to catch a view of his loved ones. From his spot, he could only see dried blood on the floor, clothing scrapes that must belonged to his family.

“W-well, it could be anything,” the voice that he thought he heard while he was out was standing in front of Mikkel, “he-heavyweights and implantation is notoriously difficult. It takes time and usually a lot of tries-”

“That’s bullshit! He’s already had two, so he’s fertile enough. The worm you gave me must have been defective-” Hysteria skirted along the edges of Mikkel’s voice , it was the bark like laugh of his mother’s voice stopped the tirade.

“You’re a fool,” the spat, amusement was evident to hear in his mother’s voice, “have you even thought that Shirou’s body can’t handle another pregnancy? Obviously not!” Another chuckle. ”For being so adamant on pure blooded lines, you never did any research. Even if Shirou’s body could handle another, his soul only recognizes his mate.”

Movement of an arm, Shirou finally registering the gun that Mikkel pulled from the waist band of his pants. ”Why didn’t you tell me that he’s pretty much useless now?” A sigh, almost calm like, as if he was talking about the weather and not about him being fertile or rather infertile. ”There’s still a chance, if his insides isn’t too scarred up.” The other voice, the doctor’s, offered up, trembling. The back in front of him stiffened and a flare before the deafening sound of a shot, followed by a laugh.

“All this time, planning and hoping to continue my bloodline. Hopes and work for this and now?”

The gun rose and a step forward had him pushing away from the doorway, a growl emitting from deep within his chest, his soul flaring and taking over, drawing Mikkel’s attention before throwing himself at the male. Teeth elongating to sharp as his true form took over, snapping at Mikkel’s arm, unintentionally sinking his teeth into the same spot that Yonekuni had sunken his teen into earlier. Mouthful, he would have grinned at the sound of pain. The rumble in Mikkel’s chest, matching his own as he was thrown off and into the hallway with a thump, his soul retreating just as quickly as it appeared, leaving him breathing hard.

“I’m not going to kill you, not if there’s a slim chance of implantation that fucking parasite in you. I’ll make sure that you’re carry my child, even if it ends up killing you.” The steps closer, a sound as the male dropped to kneel in front of him. The hand on his chin, lifting his head up while a thumb rubbed his bottom lip. ”But if you do that again-”

“Keep your fucking hands off of him!” The oder as Yonekuni struggled to keep himself on his feet. He could see his lover wincing with pain, eyes narrowed at them, though he knew Yonekuni’s attention was on Mikkel and not him. Part of Yonekuni’s pants cut and the stitching that seemed to rip out, the trickle of blood that seemed to increase with every passing second. Eyes narrowing, remembering Kunimasa’s word and the way the nekomata had looked away.

“Yo-you,” a hiss, his voice low as anger and fear coursed through him, “you did that to him. You shot him!”

The self satisfying smirk, almost gloating. ”I should have just killed him and here I was, wanting him to watch you being fucked against your will. Knowing that it was me who forced you to carry my child.” The glee in the man’s voice as he started to rise away from him, walking casually towards Yonekuni. Breathing labored as he pulled himself to his feet, in the back of his mind, his instincts whispered for him to more, to keep his eyes on Mikkel. Eyes narrowing, time seemed to slow, knowing that Mikkel was speaking, though he didn’t hear what their tormentor was saying. The twitch of muscles, watching Yonekuni lunge at the male, his soul flaring.

Scrambling from the hall and into the room, never registering his parents nor the dead body of the doctor. Though his lover was injured, the reptile was able to fight back. The swing of the crocodile’s tail hit the body of the wolf, it was the sound of a loud curse. The two souls that had been fighting were released, the kick that sent Yonekuni off. The reach for the gun on the floor, just a foot away and he saw his chance. Lunging at th man, pushing him out of the way while stretching and reaching for he weapon that would end this whole mess.

“No!” Came the angry cry before the feel of teeth sinking into his leg, pulling him back. The growl and kicking back in attempts to dislodge the hold the large wolf had on him. The shake as teeth dug deeper, pulling him away from the gun and away from Yonekuni. Gathering what strength he had left, another kick back with his free leg, the yelp of pain before his leg was released. A blur of fur as Mikkel jumped over him, his soul retreating almost instantaneously. The gun that they’d been fighting over was now held in Mikkel’s hand, as if it belonged there, in its rightful place. The sound of it being cocked and aimed from person to another, their tormentor spoke up.

“None of this wouldn’t have happened if you,” the gun pointed at his mother then his father, “had just agreed to breed your son with me years ago.”

“You know about that?” His mother asked, her eyes narrowing while her face paled even further, the mocking laughter as the wolf before them explained. She made a small movement of her hand, silently telling him to move. The barest hint of an inclination of his head, moving slowly while Mikkel spoke, inching closer to Yonekuni. The pause in the male’s voice, arm swinging around and as if time slowed, Shirou lunged forward for another try with a burst of speed he didn’t know he had. Knocking Mikkel’s arm just as the trigger was pulled, sending the bullet off it’s mark and into the wall, just inches from Yonekuni’s head. Registering the click as the hammer was cocked again, managing to grab the gun from the startled man, turning and pulling the trigger, sending the bullet racing into Mikkel’s chest.

The widening of amber eyes and the slow fall of the body, his hand falling to his side while the gun he held dangled from his fingers. The sound of his name, turning and dropping to his knees in front of Yonekuni, reaching out to brush blond bangs from his partner’s forehead.

“Yonekuni,” a murmur, pulling the reptile into his arms, “I’m so sorry.” He apologized against Yonekuni’s throat, moving away as not to put pressure against the blooded leg.

“Sorry?” The pained, whispered question as Yonekuni reached up, cupping his cheek and brushing lips against his.

“It was me who pulled you and Kunimasa-kun into this mess-” The glare Yonekuni sent him had him closing his mouth.

“Don’t even think like that!” A harsh growl, cupping his cheek despite his harsh words. ”I love you and the thought of him,” a spat of hatred, “laying his hands on you, even if you weren’t mine had me-” The last of Yonekuni’s words trailed off as his body trembled with both the cold and the wound on his leg. Wrapping his arms around his husband, giving the blond what heat he had while the wheezing chuckle had his heart racing with fear that hadn’t had a chance to subside. The gun that he had set down was reached for, fingers curling around grip before pointing the muzzle at the figure that lay dying on the floor. Thumb trembling, reaching for the hammer to draw it back in case he needed to fire.

“Y-you’re too sentimental.” Was the only words that came from the one that tormented and haunted them, made their life a living hell. Waiting several minutes, for any hint of movement and sound and when none came, his thumb lowered and with the gun cradled in his hand, he slipped Yonekuni’s arm over his shoulder. Slowly helping the heavyweight to his feet and slowly, with the sounds of painful curses, he lead Yonekuni towards one of the unused room, helping him onto the bed. Gently as he could, he undid the blond’s jeans and slowly, carefully, pulled them down, tossing them to the floor with barely a sound. Pulling Yonekuni into his arms, feeling his lover’s arms wrapping around him, he laid there with his husband, wrapped in what blankets he could find. The hum of the heater kicking on while his father opened the door, looking at him from the doorway apologetically. ”Err, could you hand me the bottle that your mother gave Yonekuni-kun?” His head cocked, watching his father step further into the room.

The sad smile on his father’s face, leaving the doorway and stepping further into the room. ”I’ll just get it.” Pointing to the ruins of Yonekuni’s pants, the rustling of clothing and the rattle of a bottle. The look his father shot him before closing the door left him alone with his mate and he hoped that help would get here soon.

“S-Shirou,” ducking his head, clenching his eyes tightly to push away the tears that slowly started to gather. A heavy hand reaching up, brushing away the tears that did manage to slip free.

“Don’t cry.”

His mouth dry and his body ached with every movement, turning a little so he could see through cloudy eyes, the upset expression Shirou wore. He wanted to comfort his lover better, to tell Shirou that everything was over and that they’d be alright. But he couldn’t keep the pain away as he slipped away into unconsciousness.

The next few hours was nothing but a blur to him, the sounds of sirens and tires on snow, the comforting touch of Shirou’s hand on him. There were times that he awoke, the movement of the ambulance as he was rushed from the house to the hospital. Through blurry eyes, wanting to order the paramedics to keep their hands off Shirou, but what strength he thought he had was gone, leaving him weak and powerless.

It was the sound of Shirou talking to him that brought him from the sleep he was in, the overwhelming smell of disinfectant, taking away the smell of Shirou’s scent. ”Shirou?” Wincing at the sound of his own voice, low and scratchy, unlike his normal voice. The hand on his tightened and the relief in his partner’s voice surprised him.

“Yonekuni, oh god, you’re okay.” Turning his head, seeing the worry in gray eyes. The confused look on his face must have been evident, a hand reaching up to cup his face. ”You’ve been out for over a week.” A week? He wanted to ask, opening his mouth when the soft knock on the door interrupted him. The urge to shoot the intruder a look, it was the worried sight of his pup, no, his young son, pushing past Karen and when Tadakuni caught sight of him, the cry off “Papa!” and little legs running up to his bed. Watching Shirou lift their son onto his lap, the faint chirping, a sound he hand’t heard in so long, the sound that called to him as Karen approached.

Blue eyes widened as he caught sight of his daughter, short, dark hair that resembled Shirou so much but eyes so much like his. The understanding smile Karen gave as she approached, the wriggle of his little girl gave as she tried to squirm out of her grandmother’s arms, her tail peeking out from the clothing that she must have bought for her. ”She changed several days ago,” Shirou offered, holding back Tadakuni as the boy reached for him just as Karen held back Ayaka, no matter how much she tried to get out of the hold that was on her.

“So she looks like you,” he drawled out as much as he could, the smile teasing at his lips, “you won this one.” He gave Shirou’s hand a squeeze.

“But she has your eyes, Yonekuni.”

Months later, with the house that Shirou had grown up in, cleaned and now sold, the memories that haunted the home was too much for him and Shirou to bear with and with the consent from Soujirou and Mischa, they moved. A small gift that was given to them, they moved to another to start anew. Shirou would deny that he still had nightmares, though they were few and far between that would soon be forgotten as he replaced the nightmares with his touch to the wolf. Scars that were still a shad of pink, though not as vibrant as they first were, were kissed softly when he rolled the heavyweight onto his stomach. Rubbing his nose along them then his tongue, silently telling Shirou that he loved him, even with such scars. The arch of a back and the roll of hips as their relationship as reaffirmed and strengthened. Words that were whispered, feelings that seemed stronger then they ever were.

The look in Shirou’s eyes when he would look over his shoulder at him and he couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to protect what was his. Giving anyone a look that would freeze them in in their spot if they dared to look at Shirou the wrong way, not wanting to give anyone a chance to get close. Didn’t want to even thin what he’d do if he caught those who showed any interest in Tadakuni and Ayaka. He didn’t have to tell his in-laws his fears, they understood completely when they came by for a vist, after their recovery from the ordeal.

At dinner with one evening with Shirou’s parents, Karen and his mother, Noririn and Kunimasa, sitting in sectioned off portion of the restaurant. The small get together seemed to linger longer than they thought as Mischa finally why everything came to be. He watched her take a sip of her drink before setting it down to began her tale.

“I’ve known Nadya for most of my life. She’s always been obsessed with blood and linage, lest not forget that breeding was always a top priority with her.” She started, staring down at her drink before looking up, gazing at those who listened. ”When she found out I was pregnant, she got the idea in her head that her son should be paired up with Shirou. Year after year after Shirou was born, she approached on the subject of bonding the two together.”

“But there must be others out there, other wolves that would be able to breed with him.” Karen offered during the slight pause when Mischa swallowed a small pill with a glass of water before pushing back some chair, curling it over and behind her ear.

“At the time, there weren’t. She and I were the only children from our village. Years of selective breeding had left us with few children and those from abroad faced similar situations as well.” Her accent started to show as she spoke, giving away her heritage. ”As an opportunist, she dug and found out my family’s history. You see, with her son Mikkel, she instilled her values of pure blood and what’s more pure than royal blood?” She trailed off, waving over a waiter for another drink.

“R-royal?” Almost everyone, save for three people, repeated. Some in shock and some in disbelief. The tiny smile that teased at the corner of her lips wanted to bloom in pride and happiness. She only told three people about her family, not wanting to let those who wanted to get closer because she could trace her family back generations.

“Um,” a sound of agreement, “you see, for generations, my family would breed with the reigning family, whose line was the heaviest of wolves. My great grandmother breed with the last reigning czar of Russia, before he married his monkey wife. And with my grandfather being who he was…” She trailed off, letting them com to their own conclusions about her.

“So when that man called you “Princess”, those years ago when you called upon him for some favors, it wasn’t a lie? Or a term of endearment?” Yonekuni asked, eyes wide, looking at his mother in-law as she shook it head.

“Not, it wasn’t. But I’ve got no title and I rather like it that way. Anyway, I didn’t want Shirou to end up in a loveless marriage, to be forced to breed with someone he didn’t love.” Yonekuni saw the glint in her eyes and the flush on his lover’s cheeks, the way his squirmed in his seet. ”Of course, she was bitter that her husband left her for another, for someone he loved. After all the rejections, she took the last resort she had and leaked the news about Soujirou and Shirou with the hopes of her son succeeding where she failed.”

Under the table, he reached over to grab Shirou’s hand, giving his lover a little squeeze and the returning gesture had him smiling, just a bit. He didn’t have to worry about Mikkel or his family coming after them any more. The playful glint in Shirou’s eyes had his heart speeding up and the flame of arousal flare. The group forgotten, the conversation ignored as he pushed back his chair in favor of pulling Shirou away. The knowing smiles sent his way went unnoticed at the brush of a shoulder against his as they walked back to the room they used when they visited. The shudder of want before grabbing Shirou’s hand once again and pulled the wolf at a quicker pace.

With the bedroom door in sight, his steps quickened even more, opening the door with a slam and closing it with just the same amount of force. Pressing Shirou against the door, hand cradling the back of his lover’s head while fingers curled in the male’s dark hair, mouth finding and latching onto the spot that radiated Shirou’s scent. His moan muffled against the spot as he felt a hand slip between them, cupping his aching flesh through his pants. Stealing lips that whimpered when his hands slid away, guiding Shirou away from the door and to their bed. Bracing his weight on the palms of his hands, his chuckle trailed off as the tip of his canine’s tongue traced his lips.

The small figure on the other side of the door paused, his little blood head cocked, as if he was trying to hear what was happening on the other side of the door before looking up when he caught sight of his uncle’s husband. ”There you are,” Inukai whispered, grabbing his hand, “you shouldn’t be outside the door.” Tadakuni wanted to dig his heels, but complied with his uncle’s wishes. His little mind raced with thoughts of finding a special someone, like his parents had in each other.

The door his shared room opened and he smiled at the reaction that his sister and his cousin had when they saw him, forgetting about such thoughts for now. And only when he remembered he thought about finding someone special, the right time would have finally arrived.

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