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Giyuu has always been afraid of dogs.
With their blunt claws and snapping maws, territorial by nature and primal to a fault. Animals never did seem to like Giyuu to the blame of no one, but his compatibility with dogs mixed as well as water and oil. Two liquids completely incapable of bonding.
The frequency of how often these beasts attacked him as a child became laughable, and at a dismal point in his life Giyuu began to believe that he was cursed. Too often had he been bitten, chased, and tackled—and too often did his sister have to come running to save him, pulling Giyuu small and sobbing into her arms with a comforting shush and petting of his hair.
Which makes the current situation terribly ironic.
They say that time apart only makes the heart grow fonder. Reuniting will be sweeter, savored more intensely, but every night that Sabito doesn’t return is a pinprick in Giyuu’s heart. He’s been gone for months and each additional day crawls at a painful pace until it accumulates with the rest, a growing pile of endless uncertainty.
There’s nothing weak about Sabito. Doubting his skills would be a betrayal, but Giyuu can’t help the worry that creeps into his heart when a month long mission extends into two, and then three, and at that point Giyuu is too scared to think about hypotheticals. He refuses to hear it, refuses to acknowledge possibilities and what-could-be’s because he can’t lose someone close to him, not again.
All he can think about is Sabito, the way it felt to be held by him the night before his departure. He was set to leave before the sun even broke over the horizon in order to not burn away at valuable nighttime, sword ready and uniform folded neatly beside the warm pull of their futon. It was only within their nature to say goodbye properly.
Some nights they loved each other roughly, nails and teeth rather than soft and languid, but they make time. Sabito touched every new area of exposed skin with calloused hands, gentle and needy all in the same breath when he parted Giyuu’s legs and settled between them. His mouth moved across Giyuu’s skin with purpose, a magnet when he met soft lips, aching to imprint the feeling of them as a near tangible memory in his mind.
Giyuu held onto him tightly, like Sabito was all there was to keep him grounded, and he supposed to an extent that he is. His arms wrapped meaningfully around his shoulders and Sabito slid into his wet cunt with such familiarity that it was as if he was finally home.
He felt thick inside Giyuu, folds spread open to accommodate the girth of his cock, buried deep into silk heat. A heavenly vice around him. Giyuu almost didn’t want him to pull out if it meant he wouldn’t get to sink himself back in. The heels of Giyuu’s feet pressed into Sabito’s back encouragingly, a nonverbal plea for him to move, pushing him in further just slightly.
“I want you inside,” a near beg, and Sabito was never one to deny him. His heat wasn’t scheduled for another month, so the seed taking wasn’t a viable risk, but that didn’t stop either of them from imaging if it did.
That stoked something inside of Sabito, and every clench and drag of Giyuu’s cunt against his cock was unmatchable bliss. They moved together perfectly and already Giyuu feels himself get a little wet at the memory, a soft sigh alone in his room when he recalls the pure pleasure of having Sabito inside him.
Their jobs are inherently dangerous, they both know this to a fault, but it never stops Giyuu from wringing his hands with worry in the loneliness of their large shared estate. It’s their duty to serve, to be expendable if the safety of a greater many so called for it. Even if it’s a painful reminder, Giyuu can never bring himself to accept the possibility.
Sabito knotted him with vigor and Giyuu clung onto him because he knew it would be his last chance in a while. The press of Sabito’s lips against his heated skin made him fonder and it’s with fire in his veins that Giyuu pulled Sabito against him and whispered, “I hope it takes.”
If the jump of Sabito’s cock was anything to go by, Giyuu knows Sabito hoped so too. And what an indulgent situation it would be, if Sabito’s potency was no joke and he succeeded in knocking Giyuu up outside of heat.
One of Giyuu’s hands falls to his belly, and through the modest fabric of his yukata he can feel the flat plain of it and hard lines of muscle earned through experience.
He’s never brought up the very real possibility of a family with Sabito, but he thinks in a safer future he likes the idea of it. Of bearing children for his sure to be husband and living a peaceful life surrounded by little ones. It’s cathartic to imagine, mellowing all the way down even to the marrow of his bones. With the way he’s laid against the futon, he could almost fall asleep and dream of it, but the clumsy drag of the bedroom shoji is enough to jolt Giyuu into alertness.
A near decade of training makes Giyuu quick to throw his sheets off of himself, right hand instantly reaching for the blade at his bedside when he sees the damned thing. A wolf, large and hulking and Giyuu doesn’t wait to see if it’s dangerous before he’s lunging at it.
He misses by a hair’s breadth and to Giyuu’s surprise it doesn’t snarl or try to rip his throat out, it keeps its distance, backing up to the other corner of the room. Its resistance to harm gives Giyuu the chance to get a good look at it. Eyes like wisteria and fur such an odd peach color, Giyuu can’t fight the weaseling resemblance that forces its way into his brain. It even has the same scar tissue running up the side of its face.
Dogs have never liked him anyways and he knows a wolf would be no better. He could dig the ore of his blade into the creature, pierce right through its skin and into its heart. Such a quick death would be merciful.
Giyuu doesn’t hesitate to lunge again, trap the beast between his blade and the wall. Even with death so close to its neck, it doesn’t snap. Wolves don’t emote in the same way humans do, but Giyuu thinks there’s no closer look to pleading right now than there is on this creature’s face.
Its eyes are wide and wet—lonely even. Somehow Giyuu empathizes, and the momentary softness of his heart doesn’t allow him to push his blade down when the flat of the beast’s tongue drags up his cheek.
Giyuu is startled more than anything else, and if there’s anything he expected a wild animal to do it wasn’t to lick his face and subsequently nudge its head into his palm. Never has he received this treatment even from domestic dogs, but he thinks that this is what it must’ve been like when he gives way and cards his fingers through its surprisingly soft fur.
The huff it makes can only be described as relieved, tail thumping loudly against the tatami. Giyuu has no choice but to ease his guard, blade slowly falling away from its neck. He’s not sure if any part of this can be owed to the fact that its resemblance to Sabito is uncanny.
“Call me crazy but... you look like someone I know.”
Someone I miss.
The response Giyuu gets is too expressive to not be suspicious. It whines, pushing its head up into his chin, tail hitting the floor even faster now. A spongey nose presses against his neck, right against the place Sabito has claimed him over and over again.
There’s no way. Unless this is what has caused them to be apart for so long, for Sabito to get caught up in some odd blood demon art and be unable to communicate this to anyone he trusted if not with Giyuu.
With tentative hands he reaches forward, fingers sinking into the thick fur of the animal and finding the scar of teeth on its neck, nothing at all like a wound in a fight. The indent is familiar, human in every feature from the imprint of molars to the puncture of canines.
He almost doesn’t believe it, but when he looks into the unmatched intelligence of its eyes there could be no other explanation, especially not with the way that Giyuu has never seen a wolf with a coat and scar like this before. It would be impossible otherwise.
“Sabito,” Giyuu almost cries, carelessly dropping his blade aside and pulling the wolf into his arms.
Sabito reciprocates kindly, licking his face excitedly, nose rubbing against his cheek and jaw.
“You’re home,” this time Giyuu does cry, silent tears of relief breaking past the dam he put up. He never doubted Sabito for a second, but that doesn’t mean he was exempt from worry.
Sabito is as understanding as he always is, leaning into Giyuu and licking up his tears. It’s difficult to keep crying after that, and Giyuu gives a soft laugh when his mate’s tail seems to wag perpetually.
He’s different, body not at all the same but he’s Sabito and he’s home, he’s finally home. They can figure this out, return Sabito back to normal as soon as they’re able to contact Koucho and the others.
“We’ll turn you back.” Giyuu pulls away to gaze at him reassuringly and from the looks of it Sabito believes him. There’s never been anything but trust between the two of them.
What does surprises Giyuu is that Sabito doesn’t try to rush out of the room with Giyuu in tow. Instead he walks the short distance to their shared futon, curls down in it and meets Giyuu’s eyes with a look that tells him to do the same.
Giyuu is stunned for a moment, but there’s no way Sabito can’t read through the absolute worry and stress that’s plaguing his features. He’d been fearful for months and now he can finally rest easy for one night knowing that his alpha is back.
It doesn’t take more convincing than that and with bone aching exhaustion he crawls towards the futon, burying his face into the glossy coat of his mate’s fur.
Finally Sabito is home.
Sabito wakes up to a scent like no other. Sweet and powerful with the delicate rarity of a once a season flower. There’s no mistaking the heady pheromones of heat.
The groggy lift of his head and slow blink of his eyes reveals Giyuu asleep on his back—but just barely. When Sabito comes to his senses he realizes the quiet pants and breathless sounds in the room are none other than those from the rapid rise and fall of his mate’s chest. He squirms just slightly in his slumber, yukata riding up the satin of his thighs, barely keeping the sweet morsel beneath it hidden.
It’s either a blessing or a curse that Giyuu’s heat has decided to hit now, and Sabito feels like he should be damned when he gets up to nose at the inebriating scent between his lover’s legs. Naturally they part, and the soft cotton of Giyuu’s sleepwear slips away to reveal his glistening cunt.
How long has it been? He’s already so soaked, slick a sheer coat on his skin, easily quivering now that he’s exposed. Pavlov’s curse makes his mouth water.
Even as a wolf he still retains an understanding of action and consequences. If he puts his snout between Giyuu’s legs how would he react? Maybe he would throw his head back and moan, arch off the futon in a beautiful bow while Sabito lapped at his slit. Or maybe he would scream, kick the hulking beast that is Sabito’s current form off of him and stab him as a warning.
It’s taboo in every right. Dragging his nose up Giyuu’s pussy, Sabito follows it with a long lick of his rough tongue. The sudden taste of sweet is like an oasis in the desert. He desperately laps at the folds, swift tongue dipping between them to part his lips deliciously, burying the organ inside. With every stripe up his nose pushes into his mate’s clit, a gentle rub that has his toes curling and thighs tensing.
Every pant comes faster now, the last one punctuated with a whine when Giyuu finally works past confusion and falls victim to pleasure.
“Ahh.” A drawn out sound, Sabito’s heart jumps when Giyuu reaches between his thighs only to encouragingly pet his ears. “Good boy,” he keens, legs spreading even wider, hand threading through the thick locks of peach fur. “Just like that, such a good boy.”
Sabito knows approval when he hears it, even if he doesn’t have the apparatus to communicate his own eagerness. He thrusts his tongue into his mate rapidly, laving against his sensitive clit. Giyuu clearly enjoys it, twisting his fingers into Sabito’s coat while his pussy tightens.
It’s a near replication of nights they spent alone together before. On rare days where they got to wake up on their own terms, bathed in the glowing hues of day break creeping across the floor. Giyuu spread wide over their futon, sinking into the pillows with hair spilled like ink behind his head while Sabito tasted him with a fervent mouth. He’d hold him down by the delicate jut of his hips, taking his time to explore every inch of him. Sometimes Giyuu got impatient, begged on the verge of tears if Sabito didn’t give him release, and although Sabito loved to tease he was never cruel.
But now it’s so much different. Giyuu tries to buck up, to push Sabito’s tongue deeper into his cunt, but Sabito doesn’t let him. With a large paw he keeps Giyuu put, sharp claws pressed into the soft skin of his mate’s hips, indenting lightly but never enough to puncture. There’s thrill behind it, having Giyuu submit even to the dangerous wild animal Sabito is right now. His affections for the man knows no bounds.
“Please,” Giyuu utters brokenly. The intonation of his voice pulls high at the end and it’s a relief they share this estate with no one else.
He dips his tongue far into Giyuu’s pussy, exploring every deep crevice inside him. Above him he can hear his mate babble about what a good boy he is, Such a good boy. The praise fans embers hot in the wolf’s belly and with renewed vigor he eats him out, tongue thrusting into him hard and rough to the point that Giyuu’s fingers yank into his fur, a pleasant sting while he cries as his cunt is fucked.
It doesn’t take much more hard ministrations before Giyuu is coming with a sob, juices squirting all over Sabito’s snout. Sabito doesn’t stop licking him, savoring his taste when he licks over his folds. He’s missed reducing his omega to a fucked out mess.
Against the pillow Giyuu breathes heavy. He eyes the way the wolf’s cock is drawn out, aching and leaking. It could hit Giyuu deep, quell his heat just as good. He reaches down between the apex of his thighs, index and middle finger parting his lips.
This is a sight Sabito has seen many times before, but in the form he’s in now it feels incomparably lewd. His pussy is pulsing red and open, wet with saliva and juice, thighs just as dewy. His small cock is hard, and Sabito wants to give him another taste.
The scent of arousal is potent in the air. Sabito climbs over his mate’s body, and beneath him he seems small, meek, needy in every right. He looks up at Sabito with eyes saying just as much.
Without any hesitation he forces his tongue into Giyuu’s mouth, eliciting an excited sound in return. He kisses back messily, absolutely no coordination between them. Arms wrap around the wolf’s powerful neck, pulling him closer into a mouth open and willing. Sabito wants to bury his knot into him already just to feel the way his pussy clenches around him. He can’t think of anything else, rendered primal by the smell of enticing heat.
He needs more—he can never get enough.
Giyuu turns around in shameless presentation, on his knees and ass in the air. His yukata hikes all the way up his back, bunched around his shoulders, not even a sliver of modesty provided. His long hair is parted over his neck to reveal a pink nape. He’s just as desperate, whining into his folded arms.
Sabito makes a growl that’s far from the sound of any human. He mounts his omega, large body covering his entirely, and shoves himself in with one thrust.
Giyuu’s body racks from the force of it, knees sliding against the sheets as he’s pushed up a few centimeters. His cock buries deep, filling him entirely. There’s no way Sabito could drill into him any further, blunt head already kissing his cervix.
Once pain and the initial burn fade away, Giyuu starts to make needy little whimpers. He rocks back on the wolf’s cock and Sabito doesn’t wait a moment longer. He sets a brutal rhythm, fucking Giyuu hard and fast and taking what he deserves. Each thrust sends his body lurching forward, face shoved into the sheets, drooling and gasping for more.
“Yes, yes, please.” Giyuu’s pleas are barely coherent through the tremor of his voice, each sound roughly punched out of him with every hard thrust.
Sabito knows he’s close, he’s heard this mantra a million times and never tires of it for even a second.
Another well angled thrust and Giyuu is coming, a submissive bitch, cunt quivering with the squelch of juices as Sabito continues to fuck into him. Giyuu weakly meets each jab of his cock, thick fur pressed against his sticky back as he’s trapped and held down, used while Sabito chases release.
Sabito bites him on the neck, right over the indelible mark he’d left as a human, just to hold his omega down. Keeping him in place, Sabito finally tips over the edge, orgasm long and near endless and filling Giyuu to the brim.
His omega trembles around him, cute little whimpers escaping him each time Sabito releases another spurt of come. His knot plugs him up, nature’s way of ensuring the seed takes, reaches the cervix so there’s no way a child wouldn’t come to be.
In his current form it’s impossible, but he ignores what he knows can’t be and instead decides to indulge. Just imagining what it would be like to see his omega grow round with his child makes his heart ache. His cock twitches eagerly, spurting out a little more seed into Giyuu who lays limp beneath him, knot still holding him up by the hips.
After a moment it deflates and Sabito reluctantly pulls out. Come rushes out of that fucked out little hole, trickling down his folds and coating his thighs. At this angle some of it would have to make its way into his womb.
With a euphoric sigh, Giyuu finally falls flat against the sheets, body a mess and aching. Sabito lays down next to him and with a smile Giyuu turns to him, face pressed into the pillow when he says, “Welcome home.”
Sabito is glad to be back.