Title: Caught
Rating: PG-13 to R
Pairing: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Trapped By Dogs: Pre-trapped by dogs
Notes: Takes place during chapter 29.  Just a very short drabble ^^

He watched from afar as the two of the three trained.  One was doing well and making progress.  Better progress than months ago, when he couldn’t do anything to help him.  The other, seemed to shine.  He watched as Hidekuni attempted to lure Shirou’s soul out, only to hit a brick wall as Shirou failed to be done in by any tricks.  The idea that no one but him could lure Shirou’s soul out stroked his ego, made him want to show off.  He didn’t, though.  He was brought up better than that.

As he walked in, watching Shirou notice him and there!  Those ears and tail of his popped out.  He held back his want as he scolded the wolf as the group left, leaving him and his lover alone.  He waited until the footsteps disappeared out of the hall and went to check, glancing back and forth before closing the door behind him.  Kneeling on the tatami mat, in front of Shirou, he shivered.  The cool air of the room got to him, even through the uniform he had to wear in the restaurant.  He watched as the wolf pulled his soul back in, unaware that he secretly wished for Shirou to keep his ears out, along with his tail.  Wishing that they’d be out, to rest his head on Shirou’s lap and run his hands over the soft tail.

As he develed deeper into his thoughts and desires for the wolf, he never knew that he had caught Shirou’s attention.  Attention with something that he never expected.

Waiting patiently for Yonekuni to say something, he wanted o say something, but the look of concentration that Yonekuni wore kept him from speaking.  Movement behind Yonekuni drew Shirou’s attention.  Long and smooth green tail, the movement drew his own ears and tail back out.  His tail wagged a little as Yonekuni’s tail slid closer to him, encouraging him to curl up, which he did.  Scooting closer, Shirou reached out and touchd the tail, cool to the touch.  His fingers smoothed over the bumps and ridges of the blond’s tail.

Yonekuni looked down, not knowing that his tail had slipped out nor the fact that he was so relaxed that the mere presence of Shirou soothed his soul enough to slip free.  He had to grit his teeth at the feel of Shirou’s fingers along his tail.  A sensation of pleasure shot through him.  No one ever calmed him enough to the point that his tail would slip out without him noticing.  Pleasure raced throughout his body and he snagged Shirou’s arm, pulling him closer to wrap his  his arms around the wolf.

The sweet scent pulled Yonekuni in for more, pushing Shirou onto his back and braced himself above the wolf, staring down at the flushed wolf.  The ears drew him in as he bent down, nuzzling the soft ears before moving down to steal yielding lips and pulling back before Shirou could get into the kiss.  He sniffed the scent that had him addicted as he slipped a hand up Shirou’s shirt, pinching a nipple to bring it to attention, playing with it to harden before switching to the other one.  Pushing the shirt up and over Shirou’s head as he leaned down to latch onto the nipple he abandoned.  Sucking and licking, biting and soothing the pain away with a kiss.

As he slipped his hand into Shirou’s pants, the door slammed opened then closed real quick as Manami gave them a message, telling the two to get back to work.  Embarrassment flushed both of their faces and then sighed.  They would have to wait for the sun to go down and be relieved of their positions at work before continuing.

Title: Uncertainty
Series: Sex Pistols
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yonekuni & Shirou
Part Of: Trapped by dogs: Pre-Trapped by dogs

It was decided, after waking up that morning to find the one he slept with was actually a madararui.  And he wasn’t about to let him leave the apartment until he could hide his soul.    He groaned in frustration at the thought of a another student.  Hoping that Shirou would be a better student than Norio.  The lightweight, of course, had taken it upon himself to join in on the training, thinking that it may help if he wasn’t the only one who needed training.  Wearing his uniform from yesterday, Shirou knelt down on the floor with Norio, who had changed into some clothes he started keeping in Kunimasa’s room for times like this.

Before they started on any training, Shirou offered to make breakfast, since he and Yonekuni hadn’t eaten anything since the day before.  Getting the permission of the brothers, Shirou slipped off into the kitchen, hoping to pay back for the training he was going to receive.    His ears twitching and tail moving slowly as he got to work, Norio offering to help.  As the two worked, they never heard the two brothers talk as the sat opposite of each other on the couch.

Kunimasa couldn’t help but smirk at his brother.  He never knew that it would turn out like this, never would have guessed.  He remembered how Yonekuni would try to convince those around him that the one who saved him was a wolf, that the heat he felt was real.  But no one would believe him, all convinced that he had made it up as he laid there, dying.  Now, he couldn’t believe his eyes.  Kunimasa watched as Yonekuni glanced towards the Kitchen, his eyes trained on Shirou.

He had to grit his teeth to keep from yelling at Norio from touching Shirou.  His fingers curled, squeezing the couch cushions tightly as he tried to control his emotions.  He could feel a wave of possessiveness rise every time Norio touched Shirou.

“Didn’t know you could be so loud,” Kunimasa had to laugh at Yonekuni’s expression at his words.  Both he and Norio had arrived later that evening, after stopping for dinner.  The trail of clothes from the front door that led to Yonekuni’s room, had told them where the two where.  The sounds coming from the room as he passed by, the harsh groaning, the sounds of skin slapping against skin that lasted well into the night.  Those sounds alone had turned Norio on to the point that heavy petting had started.

The sound of his brother getting up off the couch pulled him from his thoughts of last night.  He kept quiet as the blond left before turning his eyes towards Norio and watching that cute ass move as he helped.  Kunimasa had to sigh to himself, hoping that they could get past the petting and onto the real thing.

Storming his way to his room, Yonekuni sat on his bed, where Shirou had laid last night.  He never would have thought that the feelings for his first crush would be returned nor the fact that his crush was the one who he asked to be his fake friend.  Thinking back to all the times he treated Shirou, it was a wonder why he still stuck around him.  He could feel desire rising again, wanting to do more to the wolf than what he did the night before, the same feelings that he felt yesterday.  never before had someone turned him on so much.

A knock on the door told him that the cooking was done and they where waiting for him.  Composing himself and fixing his pants to hide his hardening flesh, Yonekuni left his room.  A sniff, the smell of delicious food.  Food that wasn’t instant or from the convenience store.  The last time the two brothers had a home cooked meal was too long, last time they visited home.  As they ate, he kept silent with his head down to keep himself from staring at Shirou.  He felt a wave of possessiveness rise as Norio leaned in closer to the wolf, only to be pulled back by Kunimasa.  Looking up, watching Shirou squirm in his seat.  His ears seemed to be laying flat as if he felt he did something wrong, something to make Yonekuni upset.

Sniffing the air, Yonekuni detected his scent over the wolf and something inside him made him feel so goddamn superior, so above everyone that no one else mattered.  It was an emotion he wasn’t familiar with, something he wasn’t ready to think further about and admit feelings he wasn’t comfortable with at the moment.  As they finished and everything was cleaned up, Yonekuni had the two kneeling on the floor, in front of the couch he was sitting on.  He tried to give them both his attention, but he couldn’t help it as his eyes strayed towards the waiting heavyweight.

He decided to work with them at the same time, slowly trying to explain how to pull back their soul.  Shirou seemed to get it, at least, a little.  Norio, on the other hand, was another matter.  Sighing, Yonekuni picked up a stress ball that they had laying around and squeezing, releasing his frustrations on the ball before trying something that seemed to work on Kunimasa and Norio.  He tossed the ball up and down in the palm of his hand, catching each time.  He watched, catching Shirou following the ball with his eyes, but when he tossed it, the wolf ignored it and focused his attention on him.  Yonekuni knew that after this, he’d have to show the wolf how to lay off the pheromones that he was releasing unintentionally.  He was glad that his pants where baggy enough to hide his excitement and how his body was reacting to what the wolf was releasing.

Slowly, over the course of the day, he managed to get Shirou to hide his soul, but had a harder time when he would praise the wolf.  Norio, on the other hand, seemed to be getting no where.

As they paused for a break, Shirou had to fight the urge to show his soul to Yonekuni.  It felt so right to show him and in his heart, his soul, that he had chosen Yonekuni as his mate and because of that, he couldn’t help showing his soul to his chosen mate.  Now if he only knew how the blond felt about him.  He gave a sigh.  Knowing his luck, the blond would turn his back on him after all this.  His hand came up to clench at his chest, attempting to shop the pain he felt.  Eyes down, he never saw the way Yonekuni’s eyes widened at the expression that he wore.

When it was time to head home, Shirou offered to go with Norio, since his home was in the same direction as Norio and he didn’t feel like being alone.  Gathering his things, he said goodbye to Kunimasa and headed out the door.  Yonekuni had locked himself inside his room and hadn’t left for the past hour, leaving Shirou to interpret the blond’s actions on his own and in the worse way.  Casting one last glance to the apartment, he met up with Norio and the both of them headed to the train station, parting once at their stop.  Shirou’s smile dropping when Norio left, the pain he felt earlier intensified.  The taste of having Yonekuni while he was conscious was like a drug, but like gambling, he knew his chances of that where slim to none.  As he neared his house, he had to force away the sadness he felt, pretend that it wasn’t there as not to worry his parents.

Glancing at his neighbors, he wondered briefly about his true parents, but he knew they did the right thing.  Sending his prayers to his birth parents and headed inside.  The smell of delicious cooking filled his nose, teasing him enough to make his mouth salivate.  Removing his shoes, he greeted his mom with a hug, startling her but making her laugh.

“Shirou-chan!  Did you have fun over at your friend’s house yesterday?” she asked putting around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for the rest of the meal.  “I’m so happy that you have more friends.  You’ve been so quiet lately, more so than usual and had me so worried.”  She smiled, thinking back to his childhood.  “No matter.  Anyway, dinner will be ready soon” she shooed her son out of the kitchen and went back to cooking.

He headed to his room, dropping his bag on his desk and picked up the ring that Yonekuni left a while back and slipped it onto his finger.  Almost the same size.  He swallowed past the lump in his throat and closed his eyes.  Remembering the night before.  Last night, Yonekuni was so gentle at times and others, he was rough.  Giving it has hard as he could, knowing that he could take it.  The call from his mom pulled him from his thoughts.  Slipping the ring off, he placed it in the drawer of his desk and headed downstairs to eat with his parents.

At the same time, Yonekuni sat down to a microwaved dinner.  When he had finally left his room, as he had spent some time trying to calm his nerves from being around the wolf too long, Shirou had already left.  He felt moody and upset that Shirou didn’t try to see him before leaving.  Though it was useless to blame Shirou for his upset feelings.  Towards the end of the training that day, he pretty much brushed Shirou off, a little uncomfortable with what he was feelings.  He craved to pull the wolf his arms and reassure him, that things will work their course.  To pull him into his room and go at it again and again until he knew what it was that he wanted.  But he didn’t know what he was feeling and by not knowing, he ended up hurting the wolf.  Looking down at his dinner, his stomach churned.  He didn’t want this crap.  He wanted something home made, like what he had earlier.  What Shirou made earlier.

He ate it anyway though, as much as he didn’t want to and went back to his room to lay on the bed.  In the same spot where Shirou had arched his back as he came, pushed to the end by his hand, fingers and tongue.  The sight of his hands clawing at the bed as he leaned over him, sucking on the same spot where the fading hickey was.  Making a new mark, darker before biting down hard enough to make Shirou cry out, tightening around him.

Bringing the sheet Shirou had curled up the night before to his nose, he sniffed and inhaled the lingering scent as his hand slipped into his pants, touching himself as he drowned in the left over scent of the wolf.  Eyes closed, he could hear Shirou’s voice as his fingers tightened around him as he thought back to when he had sunk himself inside Shirou, soaking up the heat that he offered.  As he remembered the taste on his tongue, his body shuddered, coming in his hand as he hoarsely voiced Shirou’s name.

His breathing slowed as he came down from his temporary high.  He hadn’t come that fast in years, when he’d touch himself while thinking about his crush.  Wiping the remnants of his cum on his pants before removing them to take a shower.  As the hot water rained down on him, he thought of how he was going to deal with Shirou’s two friends who liked to touch him, hang off him like the monkeys they where.

The following morning, Yonekuni got to school before Shirou, as unusual as that was for him.  He found himself waiting for Shirou by the school entrance.  A sniff to the air and the blond’s eyes found Shirou walking towards the school, head down as if in deep thought.  It was obvious to the heavyweight that Shirou was having a hard time controlling his soul today, despite having spent the previous day working on instructing him.  Gritting his teeth, Yonekuni had to hold himself back as others began to inch closer, interested in the quiet boy.  Though, Yonekuni couldn’t be certain if it was because of his status as the president or because of his newly released soul.  He didn’t care which, but the thought of anyone, other than him, touching Shirou filled his mind as he pushed himself away from the wall.  Walking quickly towards Shirou, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away.  His attention focused on finding a secluded area, a place for a little bit of privacy.  If he bothered to look over his shoulder, the heavyweight would see the dark blush that stained across pale cheeks.

As they reached an area of the school that students rarely ventured, Yonekuni let Shirou go.  As he expected, those ears and tail of his popped right out.  “Really, Pres.  You can’t let your soul out in public”  as he scolded Shirou, he watched as those ears laid flat against his head and heard a small whine as Shirou did what he was told.  As he struggled, pulling his soul back in, Yonekuni couldn’t help but watch.  The glow he saw yesterday was still there and he wondered if Shirou had been this sexy when he thought Shirou was a monkey.  When he was sure that Shirou had full control for the time being, he led the wolf to their classroom.

Sliding in his seat, he saw Shirou look down and clench his hands in his lap.  Eyes trailing over Shirou’s face, noticing the fact the  wolf’s lips looked full, as if he was pouting.  Though far from it, he had the same look when he would flirt with girls in front of him.  The pained expression that Shirou wore when he was sure no one was looking.  Glancing around and noticing that attention was away from the two, Yonekuni reached over and gently brushed his hand against Shirou’s, watching as a blush rose.  A silent chuckle.  He wouldn’t admit it, but he was cute when he blushed.

As class started, he would glance off to his right to watch Shirou take notes, watching as his tongue would peek out, just a little, as he concentrated.  Little things like that, he would have never noticed.  As each class ended and a break would ensue, he would resist the urge to touch him even more.  He tried but failed to hold himself back as Shirou’s two thug like friends hovered over him, mussing up the sweet smell that seemed to radiate from him.  As lunch started, Yonekuni got up and ordered Shirou to follow him.

Faltering a little, Shirou grabbed his back and followed.  He felt a little happy that Yonekuni was talking to him.  Sure, it was an order, but it was better than nothing.  He clutched his bag closer and smiled to himself.  Following behind Yonekuni, Shirou couldn’t help admiring the blond’s back as his eyes slid down as he eyed Yonekuni’s ass before shaking his head.  It wouldn’t do if he was caught staring at the one he loved.  Nearly bumping into Yonekuni, Shirou uttered an apology as he noticed the blond hold a door open for him.  Taken back, but happy, Shirou entered the empty classroom with Yonekuni following behind him then closing the door.

The room was devoid of desks and a carpet covered the floor as Yonekuni watched as Shirou fidgeted in his spot before moving to stand in front of him.  Curious, Yonekuni waited as Shirou his bag and removed something, handing it to him.

“I, uhh, made this for you, Madarame,” Shirou uttered nervously as Yonekuni took the item from his hands.  Unwrapping the item, the delicious smell of food came from the item in his hands.  A lunch made just for him and from the smell of it, home made.  Giving Shirou his thanks, Yonekuni felt a smile tugging at his lips as they both took a seat on the floor.  The sound of the door opening, voices talking as two people entered the room

“Yonekuni-senpai!  Shirou-sempai!”  Norio exclaimed as he bounded in, Kunimasa on his heels.  The lightweight eyed the food that they bold held.  “Ohh, that looks good.  And homemade too.”

Thanking the first year, Shirou smiled up to him.  Once he knew that the boy wasn’t after Yonekuni, he became fast friends with him.  He went back to eating as Kunimasa and Norio sat down, joining in.

As they dug in, Yonekuni looked at the specialty made lunch.  Everything in there was something he liked and as he ate, it was like the food melted on his tongue.  Everything tasted so good, even better than the food he had prepared the day before,  Glancing up, he caught Shirou’s eyes.

Kunimasa sighed as he snagged some food from Norio.  Those two seemed to obvious of him and Norio in the room, lost in their own world.  Yonekuni must have said something to make Fujiwara happy from what he could see as the room seemed to heat up and fill up with pheromones.  He nudged Norio and had him watch as Yonekuni leaned over, removing something off Shirou’s lips with his own.  Their eyes widened as Yonekuni nipped at his bottom lip.  The blond must have given in to the pheromones that Fujiwara was emitting.

Turning his attention back to lunch, Kunimasa kept his gaze on the lightweight before him.  He didn’t want to feel the wrath of his brother if Yonekuni where to know that he and Norio where watching.

Yonekuni pulled back, panting.  He could still taste Shirou on his lips as his hands itched to touch the wolf some more.  A faint voice of “Yonekuni,” a whisper more like it, as if Shirou was begging for more.  He wanted to give him more, to push him down and fuck him hard enough that he wouldn’t be able to walk.  He was somewhat glad that Kunimasa and Noririn was with them.  If they weren’t there, he would have given in right at school.  As they finished, Yonekuni pulled Shirou off to the side and whispered into his ear, causing wolf to blush.  he watched as Kunimasa and Noririn leave, deciding the skip the rest of the day.

Grabbing Shirou by the hand, he pulled him away as not to be seen by any administrators.  They climbed the fence as Yonekuni led Shirou home.  As soon as he had Shirou where he wanted, he pushed him against the couch, kneeling between spread legs.

“Hmmm?  You’re hard already?” cupping Shirou’s growing erection through his pants.  The trembling nod was the answer that he received.  His hand slid up the shirt, feeling strong muscles under smooth skin.

“Yonekuni,” a whimper as Shirou clung to him, feeling his tremble in anticipation before him.  Spreading Shirou’s shirt to bare his chest, Yonekuni’s lips danced down Shirou’s neck, nipping and biting along the collar bone, leaving red marks has he moved further down, stopping to remove the belt from Shirou’s pants.  Yonekuni murmured Shirou’s name as they fell into a comfortable silence, which was broken by gasps and cries Yonekuni explored to his heart’s content.

Clothing strewn over the floor as Yonekuni had Shirou arching his back with his fingers, brushing touches and pressing against that had the wolf crying out in pleasure.  Watching as Shirou worked his hands over his flesh, replacing his fingers with his flesh, sinking into the tight head.  Head tossed back as Shirou’s body enveloped him.  The tightness he remembered, the heat and pleasure came back as he rested his body against Shirou’s.  Welcoming the feel of nails digging into his skin, the harsh breathing in his ears and the cries of his name as the body in his arms shuddered.  The feel of hot cum on his stomach sent him over as he lost his rhythm and pace as he came, pushing his seed  deep into Shirou’s body.  Breathless kisses, a whine as Yonekuni pulled away.

Looking down, watching as some of his seed leaked out and the sight of Shirou’s cum cooling and drying on his skin.  He wanted to curl up in Shirou’s arms as he drifted off to sleep, but he knew he couldn’t do that here.  Standing up, he offered Shirou his hand, pulling the heavyweight to his feet and towards the shower.  As he entered th shower, he never gave it any thought to clean up the mess he left in the front room.  It wouldn’t be until later, when Kunimasa gave him and Shirou an ear full for leaving stains on the couch.

Title: After the party
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Trapped By Dogs: Pre-trapped by dogs

The party continued as everyone was having a blast, catching up on old friendships, making new friends and enjoying the holiday cheer with their friends and family.  Kunimasa had taken Norio out of Hidekuni’s arms, handing his younger brother the kids in his arms, giving his brother a hard time for cutting his hair.  Everyone was lost in their own little world, never paying attention to the two off to the side.

Yonekuni lifted Shirou’s hand to his lips, brushing a kiss against the heavyweight’s knuckles, watching Shirou become a little flustered.  He held back a chuckle at the deep blush Shirou wore from his actions.  He could feel the trembling of nervousness that the wolf felt and the burst of pheromones hit his nose.  He had to bite back the groan that wanted to rise because of said pheromones and what they where doing to his body.  Honestly, he knew that Shirou didn’t mean to do it and knew that the wolf had no clue he was doing it all, nor what it was doing to him.

He looked around, making sure that no one was watching, he pulled Shirou away from the party and out of the banquet hall, down the long hallway.  His fingers intertwined with Shirou’s, he gave his soon to be lover’s hand a squeeze of reassurance at Shirou’s questions.  Reaching his room, Yonekuni pulled Shirou in, closing and locking the door, he kissed Shirou without hesitation.  Breathing through his nose, he encouraged Shirou to kiss back, tangling his tongue with the heavyweight’s.

Hands wandering over the clothed body before him, feeling muscle underneath the clothing before making quick work for the tie, which was tossed onto his bed to be used later.  Slipping each button out of their little holes, pushing the shirt off Shirou’s shoulder.  Pulling glasses off, folding them away.  Yonekuni eyed the one he chosen, he could feel the anticipation that he felt and that Shirou felt, as if resisting the urge to show his soul to the blond.  He encouraged Shirou to let loose.

Slipping the belt off and lowering the zipper, he slid his hand inside Shirou’s pants.  Fingers finding their way inside to cup the aroused wolf, using restricted movements, he touched him as much as he could before pulling back to push the pants down long legs, letting it pool at their feet.  He gazed at his lover, watching as Shirou’s body seemed to bloom under his eyes.  His fingers played with a nipple while he distracted the wolf with a nip to his lower lip, sucking the lower lip into his mouth before kissing Shirou properly.  A lick at the corner of his lips, as if asking for permission as Shirou granted him entrance.

Soon, the room was filled with low panting, followed by a cry as Yonekuni had his lover bent over his bed, his hands tied together with the discarded tie.  Slowly, he learned the spots that would drive Shirou wild with just a brush a fingers, a nibble or a firm bite.  Tender touches over Shirou’s body, giving into the desires that they both wanted.  If others where to pass the room, the would only have to guess what was going on.  Inside the bedroom, the temperature raised as Yonekuni had untied Shirou’s hands and sat back against the pillows.  Shirou on his lap, slowly riding the blond.  With every rise and fall, he could feel his muscles clench at Yonekuni’s flesh inside him, as if trying to prevent the blond from leaving him.

With Shirou’s head titled back, he licked at the sweat that dripped down Shirou’s neck.  Licking at the underside of Shirou’s chin as he gave into his bitch, his mate.  As the rhythm gained momentum, hands grasped at Shirou’s ass, pulling him even closer as they both came.  Breathing heavy, his body felt heavy, as if he was going limp, but Yonekunis’ grasp tightened as he started right back up, rocking his hips to his thrusts.  A slap against Shirou’s ass and a yelp.  Yonekuni grinned, giving his lover’s ass another slap, feeling Shirou tighten around him.  Pulling him down, letting the wolf rest against his chest as he moved.  Tongues tangled as they kissed, sweat dripped down only to be licked up.  With his head pushed into the bed, Yonekuni wondered if Shirou seemed even sexier than his memory provided him.  Harsh cries of his named filled his ears, as if Shirou was howling his name as he came again, his cum staining his hand.  A few more thrusts and Yonekuni followed as well.

The rough panting, the silky feel of fur brushing against his legs.  He had to grin.  It was such an ego boost that he could make him loose control and let loose his soul.  He rumbled in his chest, answering his lover’s soul in his own way.  His tail sliding out to pull his lover closer.  He hadn’t felt so complete in so long as he pulled out of the heat, feeling Shirou curl up on his side as he pulled the blankets over the both of them.

It wasn’t until later, long after the party ended did Yonekuni slip out of bed, pulling his pants on and leaving the room.  They had left the part before eating and ended up enjoying themselves as the party continued.  Making his way to the kitchen, he pulled something together for the both of them to eat.  He remembered the bottle of wine that Shirou brought as a present.  He had planned on giving it to Karen, but decided to keep it and share with the heavyweight when the time was right.

The whole place was quiet of human activity, the only sounds that could be heard was crickets and the sound of his footsteps as he headed back to his room.  Entering the room, he saw Shirou stir, slowly waking up.  Knowing the heavyweight was nude underneath those blankets, he swallowed the lump that seemed to form in his throat.  Even what memories he could recall, the sight of Shirou naked in his bed surrounded by blankets, nothing  he could remember or recall could match up with the sex appeal that seemed to ooze out of the wolf.  Pulling off his shirt, he joined Shirou on the bed, watching as he blushed and attempted to cover his lap with a blanket.  He had to laugh at that.  They talked quietly as they ate, being careful not to drop anything, but Shirou ended up dripping sauce down his fingers and since Yonekuni forgot to bring something to clean up the mess, Shirou licked at his fingers.

Tongue darted out to pick up the sweet sauce, unaware that he had caught Yonekuni’s eyes with it.  The erotic sight of seeing Shirou lick at his fingers, his tongue cleaning up the sauce that dripped further down onto his palm.  He gave an embarrassing laugh as he attempted to clean up.  The blond couldn’t help but watch as the pink muscle licked up and down.  He palmed the front of his pants before slipping the buttons away and lowering the zipper, letting his cock slip free of his jeans.  He watched as Shirou paused in licking his fingers as his eyes darted down to the flesh jutting out of his pants.  Yonekuni stood up, his pants off his hips, letting it pool at his feet, crawling back onto the bed, over Shirou’s body.  Pushing the blanket off Shirou’s lap and wrapped his arms around Shirou’s waist, resting his head on the wolf’s stomach.

Breathing in the scent of both his and Shirou’s combined seemed to fit the wolf just perfectly.  The feel of Shirou’s hand on the back of his head, fingers coming through his hair made him sigh.  The wolf had such a calming touch as he felt himself starting to drift off, but the feel of Shirou’s flesh poking him, reminding him what he did to him.  Removing one arm from around Shirou’s waist, his fingers slid along the inside of Shirou’s thighs, light touches as Yonekuni lifted his head to kiss and suck on perky nipples.  Nuzzling up his lover’s chest, nipping on shoulders before licking up his neck, taking time to lick the underside of his chin.  He didn’t know why he did this, it just came to him as if answering his soul’s demands.  His fingers slid further down, pushing one into Shirou’s hole.  A little resistance, but the sound of pleasure encouraged him to push further in, feeling the remaining cum left over from a couple of hours ago.

Slipping himself inside, he felt Shirou’s legs come up and over his hips.  The feel of blunt nails digging into his back and the breathless cries in his ear, cries of begging and wanting, urging and pleading.  Words that seemed so right, so heart felt as Shirou voiced his love for him, pushing him over as he came again.  Shuddering with pleasure, Shirou’s body tightening around him as his thrusts slowed down.  As they attempted to calm their breathing, feeling the wince as he pulled out of his lover’s body.  Pulling Shirou against him, the wolf’s back resting against his chest, Yonekuni felt him drift off to sleep with his name on his lips.  For a few minutes, he marveled at the raw strength that Shirou had to have to put up with to get this far.

Grabbing the blankets, he pulled them up and over, covering the both of them as he joined Shirou in slumber.

Title: The Banquet Hall
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Trapped By Dogs: Pre-trapped by dogs

Shirou hurried.  Quickly making his way to the banquet room where Yonekuni was located at, looking and waiting for him.  It wasn’t very often that the blond was looking for him and he didn’t want to keep him waiting, even if was for some chores.  It took him a few minutes to navigate the long hallways to get to Yonekuni’s location.  If Karen had seen him rushing, she would have a fit and scolded him like she did to Manami.  Finally reaching the banquet hall, he paused to catch his breath.  As soon as he caught his breath, calmed his heart, he opened the door and peeked in.

From the door, he couldn’t see anyone and ended up opening the door more, slipping right in and closing the door softly behind him.  The hall was dim, only the barest of light revealed bare tables scattered throughout the room.  Shirou wondered further into the room, drawn in by the faint sounds of rough breathing.  Following the sounds sent him to a secluded corner, where the light failed to reach.  Stepping softly, Shirou made his way closer to the sounds.  He could make out the blond hair and faintly see dark pants of the uniform pooled on the floor.  He didn’t even need to look up to know that the person making the sounds was Yonekuni.

He licked his dry lips, taking in the flushed look that the blond wore.  Hair wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead as tossed his head up as if trying to shake the sweat dripping into his eyes.  His heart throbbed and he gave in.  He moved closer and dropped to his knees in front of Yonekuni and ignored the surprised look the blond gave him.  Brushing Yonekuni’s hands away and licked the underside of Yonekuni’s cock, tasting the dripping pre-cum that slid from the crown of the hard flesh.  He nibbled and kissed the head before taking the blond into his mouth, letting it rest on his tongue.

The overwhelming taste of Yonekuni filled his senses as he encouraged the blond to move, pulling back and letting the edge of his teeth lightly scrape against the sensitive skin.  Moaning when Yonekuni slid back and slowly back in.  His hands clutched at Yonekuni’s legs, working into a rhythm that they both liked.

Yonekuni moaned, running his fingers through soft hair, cupping the back of Shirou’s head.

“You’re a natural at this, huh?” Yonekuni asked as he swallowed hard at the feel of a hard suck.  Shirou’s mouth was hot.  hotter than anything he ever felt, almost as hot as the rest of his body.  He had to admit to himself that Shirou was a natural at this.  Jealousy roared to life at the thought of Shirou doing this with his “other self”.  He shuddered as he came, feeling the wolf swallow around his flesh.

Licking him clean, Shirou pulled Yonekuni from his mouth.  Wiping his mouth, trying to make sure that he hadn’t spilled anything.  He could feel himself yearn for some sort of attention from the blond.  Just a touch or a kiss or even just a hug but didn’t bother to get his hopes up.  He looked up, watching as Yonekuni bit his lip and gave a firm look, reaching down to grab his arm when the sound of the door slamming open caused the two to scramble apart.  Yonekuni to quickly pull his pants back up and Shirou to make sure his face was clear of any of Yonekuni’s cum.   Karen strolled in and spotted Yonekuni.  She was about to open her mouth when she paused and sniffed the air.

She turned her back and was about to leave, looked over her shoulder.  “Next time you feel like fooling around, do it in your own rooms.  Now, because of your little act, you both need to disinfect and clean every table in this hall.  Before tonight’s guests start to arrive.”  With that, she walked away, knowing that Yonekuni would fume then get over it.

Yonekuni sighed and looked at his watch.  Just an hour before twelve.  The dinner guests wouldn’t start arriving until five or six that evening.  He looked over his shoulder as Shirou apologized, looking like some had rejected him.  The twinge in his chest was back at the sight of disappointment.  He wanted to say something to comfort him, to say anything to bring back the smile that usually graced his face but nothing came to mind.

They set about cleaning, pushing the tables away to sweep and mop.  If Shirou’s ears and tail where out, they’d be drooping  at the grumbling Yonekuni was uttering.  He didn’t know that they’d get caught and the way Yonekuni was muttering made him think that this was his fault.  He stayed quiet, trying so hard not to make a sound.  As they pulled the tables back into place, Shirou itched to touch Yonekuni and have the blond touch him back, an any way.

The announcement for lunch broke the quiet spell between the two.  Yonekuni followed, not even looking behind him to see if Shirou had followed him.  He sighed to himself, putting the brooms and mops away, debating with himself about following everyone to lunch, but something in him changed his mind.  Rolling up his sleeves, Shirou decided to make it up to Yonekuni by finishing the cleaning.

Quickly leaving the hall, he grabbed the cleaning supplies out of a closet and returned back to the banquet hall.  Slipping some cleaning gloves on, Shirou set to work.  Slowly cleaning each table, one by one, they each got clean.  His back to the door, he bent over as he attempted to remove what looked like a stain.  He wasn’t aware that as he scrubbed, he moved his hips in time with the movements of his hands.  Two sets of eyes where trained on him as he moved.  A glare from the second set of eyes to the first set, as if to tell me to do it, put the first set of eyes into motion.

The sound of a cough startled him out of his thoughts and he spun around to see Inukai Taro standing there.  In his hands was a bento box.  “I, uhh, didn’t see you eating and thought that you’d like to eat,” he stammered out, pushing the lunch into Shirou’s hands before taking off.

Shirou watched as Taro ran out, as if afraid of something.  He looked around to see what had scared him off but found nothing.  He was about to put the bento to the side, but the growling sounds from his stomach reached his ears and he gave in.  Settling himself on the floor, he opened the box and helped himself.  He was unaware that he had some company, a person who was watching with Taro.  As he finished, he wrapped the bento back up and set it to the side to be picked up later.

He went back to work, determined to get the job finished before Yonekuni got back.  Slowly, but surely, he finished cleaning each and every table.  Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he pulled out his phone to check the time.  The blond had been gone for over two hours and hadn’t even bother to come back.  His chest twinged, but he pushed the pain aside.  Depressed, but just a little proud for finishing the job himself, Shirou grabbed the cleaning tools he used and placed them back.  Grabbing the discarded empty bento, Shirou headed to the kitchen to drop the item off before heading back to his room for a much needed shower.

All the while, the person who watched him clean and eat, had followed him out of the banquet hall, to the kitchen and finally, to his room.

Yonekuni stood quietly on the other side of the door.  When Shirou failed to appear for lunch, which he swore the wolf was following, he packed a bento and gave it to Taro to give it to Shirou.  Even following the middleweight to the banquet hall, where both of them watched Shirou work, eyes glued to the moving ass.  Yonekuni shot a mean glare to Taro, scaring the middleweight to the point of terrified.  He didn’t want Shirou to know that he had packed it for him.

He couldn’t get over the fact that Shirou’s mouth was a perfect fit for him.  The heat that spread from his cock up into his body and all he wanted to do was get Shirou on one of those tables and have his way.  To slide into that head that seemed to draw him in.  He raised his hand, as if to knock on the door, rather than just force himself in, was stopped when the door opened in front of him, revealing Shirou in a bathrobe, carrying his bathing soap and shampoo.  He opened and closed his mouth several times in an attempt to say something comforting, but nothing came out.  he felt like a school boy confessing to his crush.

He could just imagine the ears laid back in submission as he looked at Shirou, who seemed to be trying to stop himself from squirming under his gaze.  As Yonekuni thought of what to say, Shirou was flushing.  Yonekuni’s intense gaze was doing him in, melting him from the inside out.  He felt as if the blond’s eyes where undressing him.

“You’re off to the employee’s shower?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the thought.  He wasn’t comfortable with it.  In fact, the idea of others, other than him, seeing Shirou naked.  Watching him bath.  That was his right.

A shaky nod was his answer.  He didn’t wait for Shirou to say anything else.  Grabbing Shirou’s hand, he pulled the wolf towards his own bedroom.  his own personal bathroom/shower.  As he pushed Shirou in, he closed and locked the door.  Keeping his back to the door, he watched as Shirou struggled to hold his robe together, hold his soap and look around the room.

Yonekuni’s room looked much different than his room back at the apartment, though he didn’t get to see much of Yonekuni’s room.  He blushed as he he remembered.  The faint musky smell that belonged to Yonekuni filled his nose as he breathed.  his eyes glanced to the bed before darting away.  It wouldn’t do if he started to imagine things that probably wouldn’t happen.

“Ah, Madarame?” Shirou ventured as Yonekuni just stood there, staring at him.

Shirou’s voice pulled him from his dark thoughts.  Thoughts of pushing Shirou onto the bed and forcing him to do what he wanted.  Instead, he shook his head to clear his mind.  he didn’t want Shirou to know what he was thinking, of his desire for the heavyweight that weighed heavily on his mind.  Pointing out the bathroom, he watched as Shirou looked at him before entering the bathroom, forgetting to close the door behind him.  With the door opened a little, just a crack, he could see Shirou shrug off his robe and hang it up.

He should turn his head away, but his curiosity and desire overrode his common sense.  After what Shirou did to him earlier today, he didn’t want to leave him alone.  As he heard the water turn on, filling the bathtub full of hot water, he watched as the wolf looked for a stool to sit on while he washed up.  He watched as the heavyweight sigh to himself, a faint whisper of his name snapped what control he had.  Shedding his clothes,  he entered the bathroom, startling Shirou as he tried to cover his awakening erection from Yonekuni’s eyes.

“Y-Yonekuni, what-” he didn’t finish as the blond pulled him closer, molding Shirou to the the front of his body.  His heart raced at the feel of Shirou’s naked skin against his chest.  He stole shocked lips, his tongue snaked out and slipped in to tangle and play, touch and explore.  A groan rumbled out of his chest at just the taste.  Forcefully grabbing Shirou, Yonekuni pushed him back against the wall.  His hands running along Shirou’s neck and down his chest.  Fingers curled over hard nipples, which seemed to be doing their very best to tempt him to touch them.  Flick them and lick, suck and nibble.

“Why?” Yonekuni rasped out as the head of Shirou’s body pulled at him.  Never voicing his question, though there was so much he wanted to say.  To ask and get an answer he wanted in return.  To ask Shirou what drew him to him.  When he pulled the heavyweight close to him, he didn’t feel the disgust that he usually felt if another guy touched him.  Pale skin enticed him to mark the smooth flesh with his fingers and teeth, cover the wolf in his scent to the point that anyone else would be chased off by a mere sniff.

Following his desires, he sniffed along the strong neck, following down the muscle to a spot where he sniffed, then licked.  Letting out a guttural moan before biting down and sinking his teeth in.  Marking him as his, temporary.  For now, at least.  Shirou’s scent seemed to bloom, filling the room as he trembled, face flushed.  He looked like he was on the verge of coming right there.

Shirou was unaware that he was releasing pheromones, the type to lure someone to him.  His mate.

Yonekuni felt his body respond, releasing answering pheromones to Shirou.  Leaning in, a lick to the underside of Shirou’s chin, down the neck to bite the spot where Shirou’s sweet smell originated, leaving another mark on the smooth skin.  The scent alone sent his mind in a haze, as if he was drunk.  He could feel fingers slide down his chest and further down, pausing above the erect flesh, straining upwards as if begging for a touch from Shirou.  A sigh as long fingers curled around his flesh, fingertips sliding over the head of the straining cock, gathering the fluid up before being pulled away and brought up to his lips, sucking the fluid that Shirou had gathered.

The feel of hot water pooling at their feet pulled them back to reality.  Shirou quickly turned away and turned off the water.  He was glad for the drain that was built into the floor, making that he didn’t have mop up the water later.  Feeling nervous, but brave, Shirou ordered Yonekuni to sit on the seat that Yonekuni had brought out while his back was turned.  He watched as the blond took a seat, keeping his back to Shirou.

Grabbing the separate shower attachment and turned it on, testing the heat of the water.  As soon as the water seemed warm enough, Shirou got behind the blond, directing the water over the broad back, watching as Yonekuni tensed, then relaxed as the warm water washed over him, wetting Yonekuni’s skin enough, Shirou brought out the soap.  He didn’t ask if this alright with the blond, but the idea of being able to touch the blond like this was enough for him, for now.

Hands grabbing a wash cloth and soaping it up, he slowly washed the strong back, feeling strong muscles under the skin.  Washing the blond’s back thoroughly before turning the water back on to rise off the soap.  As Shirou reached around, he could feel Yonekuni tense up.  Maybe the blond wasn’t comfortable with him touching him like this, of him washing him.

Discouraged, Shirou handed the soap to Yonekuni, requesting the blond to wash his front.  He didn’t want to be seen as pushy, like some of the people that the blond knew.

Yonekuni tried to look out of the corner of his eye, but could barely see Shirou.  He actually thought that Shirou would wash his front, had been expecting it and, if he admitted it to himself, he wanted him to.  Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed the heavyweight by the hand and stood up.

“You washed the back, but not the front?”  Pulling Shirou closer, fully up against him, his hand coming to rub his fingertip against the full, bottom lip.  As  a pink tongue appeared to lick at the finger, Yonekuni handed the wolf the soap and washcloth, silently telling Shirou to continue.  One last suck to his finger before Shirou pulled away and raised the cloth to Yonekuni’s chest.  Slowly making his way across the strong chest and down.  Pushing down on Shirou’s shoulders, Yonekuni watched the wolf work, biting his tongue, he hissed when Shirou’s fingers lifted the throbbing flesh up.  Gently rubbing the wash cloth against the sensitive skin, Shirou lifted the the taunt sack, gently cleaning each side before letting them slip from his grasp.  As he worked further down Yonekuni’s lets, he noticed the very faint trembling of Yonekuni’s body and the pressure on his shoulders gave way as Yonekuni’s hands braced himself against the wall.

Yonekuni’s head dropped down, handing between his braced arms, wet hair framing his face.  Watching Shirou wash him, he silently begged with his eyes for Shirou to drop the cloth and touch him more, to give him the stimulation that he so desperately wanted.  He watched as Shirou dropped the cloth, as if reading his mind and slowly, softly touching Yonekuni’s flesh.

Looking up, the hazy look in his eyes, saying more than his mouth would.  Shirou’s hand, splayed across Yonekuni’s thigh, dug in as his other hand held Yonekuni’s flesh up as he licked down the underside of the organ, tracing the bulging veins as they pulsed with every breath.  Sharp teeth nipped on his pass back up, enjoying as Yonekuni’s hand came down and tightened in his hair, giving the wolf a warning.  A smirk, maybe one of defiance.  Yonekuni wouldn’t know and at the time, didn’t really care as the welcomed heat felt like home as Shirou took him in, seeking pleasure from the blond. Pulling his mouth away, Shirou licked at his fingers, wetting them as much as he could before slipping them down and behind.

His hand still tangled in Shirou’s hair, Yonekuni watched in shock as the dark haired male fingered himself.  He didn’t want to admit that the scene was hot, hotter than he had imagined it a while back.  He watched as Shirou attempted to take him back into his mouth and finger himself at the same.  The muffled sounds that the wolf made, if he listened closely, he could make out his name as his fingers twisted inside him.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, pulling the wolf up on to his feet as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, ordering Shirou grab some lotion out of his room.  Watching Shirou leave the bathroom, his hand came down to his flesh, feeling the moisture of Shirou’s saliva that seemed to coat him.  His fingers wrapped around himself, jerking himself slowly as the wolf came back in, trembling in anticipation for what Yonekuni was going to do to him.  He watched as Shirou handed him the bottle, but Yonekuni just shook his head.

“Get on your knees and do it, I want to watch,” the blond ordered as the shocked and shy Shirou began to comply, getting on his knees in front of him, but Yonekuni’s words stopped him.

“No, face away from me and keep your ass up.”

Though he was embarrassed, Shirou did what Yonekuni did.  He wanted to admit it that being ordered like this gave him a thrill.  Squirting some lotion onto his hand, he pressed his chest against the cool tile while lifting his ass up high, his fingers sliding into his hole, causing him to shiver at the feel of the cold lotion.   A few movements of his fingers warmed the lotion as he slipped a second finger inside.  Daring a peek over his shoulder, the sight of the blond staring at him, at his ass and his movements turned him on even more.  Nearly crying out Yonekuni’s name as his fingers moved inside of him, begging for the blond.  Yearning and desperate for any kind of touch, any type of reassurance from Yonekuni.

Getting down on his knees and reaching for some lotion, he covering himself enough as he pulled Shirou’s hand away and rubbed the lotion tip against the hole.  Pushing a little, barely even getting the tip in.  Frustration rose and Yonekuni grabbed Shirou’s hips and pulled him back and against him, forcing Shirou to accept him.  The low moan rumbled out of Yonekuni’s chest as he settled into the wolf’s body.  The heat he felt the last time came rushing back, warming and welcoming. Slowly, his hips moved, pulling out and pushing back in as large hands smoothed along Shirou’s back.  Pushing his hands along Shirou’s shoulders, forcing him even closer to the ground as he bent over his now lover, nuzzling smooth hair away to nip at an earlobe.

Words whispered, exchanged and panted.  Demanding actions and useless threats as Yonekuni wrapped his arms around Shirou’s torso as his hips lost their rhythm as desire and urges took control.  Their animals inside took over, taking pleasure in each other as Yonekuni gave Shirou pleasure and he gave it right back.  The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the cries of begging for more, the husky voice answering those cries.  Hands slipping further down, touching Shirou where ever he could as he shuddered, coming in waves as he pushed his cum further into the heavyweight.  Shirou’s cum stained and dripped from his hands and stomach.

Movements slowed down as they came down from their high.  Head still buried against Shirou’s neck, didn’t want to move from his spot as the scent overwhelmed him.

Shirou groaned, just a little, as he attempted to push his body up, to rest his weight on his hands.  But the weight of Yonekuni’s body prevented him from doing so.  Pushing  back against Yonekuni didn’t work, as Yonekuni moaned at the action  Shirou had to repeat the action several times before Yonekuni got the hint as he slowly pulled out, letting some of his seed leak out as he pulled away.

Leaning back on his haunches, Yonekuni eyed Shirou as he attempted to get up.  The reddened ass that he had sunk into and came inside seemed to invite him for more.  He watched as Shirou knelt upright on his knees and struggled to get on his feet.  A little unsteady, but he had righted himself up.  An afterglow radiated from the wolf, as if it was the projected happiness that he felt and for a reason that only Yonekuni would know, he was a little embarrassed but he could ‘t deny the feel of the ego boost at that.  He watched as the dark haired heavyweight cleaned himself up, washing away the sweat and yet, not touching his ass.  As if he wanted to keep a little of Yonekuni inside him.

As he rinsed off, Shirou stepped into the hot water to relax.  A wave of hot water indicated that Yonekuni joined him, pulling Shirou closer to make room for their legs.  As they both relaxed in the hot water, Yonekuni’s fingers found their way down, slipping inside the heat that he had just left a few minutes prior.  The left over cum lubed his way inside as he brought the wolf around for another tryst.