Pairing: SuFin

Join Me in my Den (And We'll Leave the Rest Behind)-by PS

Berwald didn't know how he realized that Tino was his mate, it was just a kind of feeling, something inside of his soul, telling him that the Finn was his and his alone.

It wasn't easy protecting Tino though, the little spitfire seemed to draw a lot of attention to himself with his kind attitude and cheery expressions.

After they had escaped from Denmark and Mathias Berwald started to assert himself into his mate's life; they lived together, Berwald provided for them, and the two kept a cub together, true, it wasn't their own flesh and blood of their creation, but Peter was theirs nonetheless.

Berwald and Tino were the perfect mates, except, of course, for the the fact that they were not being intimate with one another.

Berwald had seen the lingering looks though, those dark eyes watching him whenever he looked away; it was like Tino somehow instinctively knew that he was meant to be with Berwald, that they were mates.

Tino already knew that Berwald was a werewolf on top of things as well. Living with Mathias, whom was also a werewolf, and Lukas stranger things were bound to happen.

He accepted this trait easily, making sure that proper precautions were taken during the full moon, that Peter was safe in his room, that Berwald had plenty of space to roam.

Living in the middle of the woods made it easier on all of them, plenty of space, no one around to bother them, and many things to do to pass the time.

Berwald had told him werewolf lore plenty of times, making his eyes glow with wonder and intrigue. It was the tale of mating that really struck a cord in him though; he had often wondered if Berwald would find a mate, leaving both him and Peter behind despite his tales of Tino being his 'wife.'

And then, one day, close to the full moon, Tino found out that Berwald did have a mate, he was just closer than he thought...

Peter was away at Arthur's for the weekend, and Tino was in the kitchen, cleaning up after he and Berwald's dinner.

Berwald stood by the window, staring out at the pale moon that was dancing across the sky; Tino glanced over at the Swede, "is something wrong?"

Berwald continued staring out the window, "do't know. Maybe."

Tino furrowed his brows and wiped his hands off on a spare dishtowel, untying his yellow apron, "is it about the full moon? I can reset up the fencing if you're worried about it, I mean-"

"No. 'M worried 'bout me. 'Nd you."

Tino blinked, surprised, "me? Why?"

Berwald finally turned around, "I m'ght try to attack you."

Tino's jaw dropped, "what? Why now? I mean, you've had plenty of chances before now!"

Berwald scratched the back of his head, almost like he was embarrassed, "'t's blood moon this time 'round. Instincts are high, 'nd I w'n't be 'ble to control myself."

Tino licked his lips, aware that Berwald's light eyes followed the motion, "Berwald...am I-I mean, is it possible that we could be-you know?"

Berwald glanced up and looked deeply into his eyes, "yes."

Then, the Swedish man was on him, tugging him close and bending down so that their lips almost touched, "yer my mate." Then, their lips connected.

It was like fire, Berwald thought as he feasted on the Finnish man's mouth, the need to possess the smaller man was terrifying. The wolf wasn't out for blood like he was with prey, it wanted this beings body, to have hold of his soul, and to let the slighter creature have his own.

He pulled back from Tino, letting the younger man gasp in fresh air.

"Tino..." the werewolf trailed off, not sure where to go, not sure how to tell the other man that he loved him.

Tino looked up at him, lips slightly swollen from the surprise kisses, "I know." He tugged the tall man back down to kiss him again.

They kissed like that for some time until the need was becoming to much; Berwald leaned back and tugged the other man into his arms, leading him back to the couch, wishing for them to be in a central place for their first mating.

He laid the paler man down on the soft fabric, staring into those eyes that he loved so much. Tino stared back at him, smiling softly after a moment, making him growl at the soft look on his mate's face. He leaned down once more.

It wasn't long before Berwald was coaxing the Finn to undress, first taking off his shirt, then undoing his pants, leaving him bare, except for his boxers, in front of the wolf, a blush on his cheeks.

Berwald studied his mate, lightly touching his soft skin, pressing kisses to his jaw when he had had his fill, "yer beau'iful mate."

Tino bit his bottom lip and let his hands wander to tangle into the hulking man's hair.

Berwald undressed himself as he stared down at him mate, not taking his eyes off of the lithe form.

Once he was done he leaned back enough so that Tino could look at him, the smaller's eyes wide with astonishment and appreciation.

"'Re you sure?" Berwald asked the other man once Tino had had enough, "I do't want to force you."

Tino reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, "I love you Berwald. I've wanted you, and this, for so long."

That was all the Swede needed.

Diving down he enveloped Tino into his arms, one hand going and slipping down the elastic of the platinum blonde's boxers, and the other going and cupping his neck, letting their lips connect in a long, continuous kiss.

Once both were fully unclothed Berwald stuck his own fingers into his mouth, soaking them with enough saliva to coat the extremities.

He carefully circled the Finn's rosy hole, pressing one finger inside swiftly, only just giving him any time to adjust before he assaulted his mouth again, leaving him no room to think or to mind what the buff blonde was doing.

Berwald wasted no time in stretching the smaller blonde, adding another finger during the process, watching with lust and pride as Tino adjusted and took them easily after a while.

Once the third finger was in the Swede was nearly panting with lust.

He pulled his fingers out of the other blonde, leaving him empty and causing him to whine in disappointment.

Berwald chuckled quietly, "shh Tino. 'Ll be in ya' in a second."

He licked the palm of his hand and spread the spit across his cock, he then looked up at Tino who was watching him, "'ll be gentle," he told the slighter blonde, hugging him close.

Tino looked into his eyes, "I know you will be."

Quickly, Berwald thrust, trying to make it as painless as possible.

Tino froze, screwing his eyes tightly closed and biting his bottom lip. The pain of being penetrated was bad, and only the thought of it being Berwald, now his mate, was making it bearable.

They stayed like that for several moments, Berwald completely still, Tino trying in vain to relax.

Berwald, when he spoke a few minutes later, sounded strained, "a'right?"

Tino nodded slowly, feeling slight pinpricks in the corner of his eyes, now aware of tears flowing down his face.

Berwald took a moment to swipe gently at one of the tear trails, making the liquid spread, before gently, experimentally, thrusting.

His full cock hit something inside of Tino that made him gasp, eyes flickering up to look at his mate, surprise clear in the darker depths.

Grinning, Berwald gave another small thrust, hitting the spot head on and making Tino see stars, "w-what is that?"

Berwald bit his own lip lightly before nosing along the other's jawline, "yer prostate."

Before Tino could say anything else Berwald was spearing him again, moving at a faster pace, harder than before.

Tino let the other rock into him, going at his own pace, trying to touch his own member. Suddenly, his offending hand was in the other's tight grip, Berwald glaring down at him like he did in the old days, "only I can touch you t'ere!"

Gulping, Tino nodded dumbly, allowing the other to thicken his thrusting, and then to stroke the smaller's cock, making pleasure pound into him from all angles.

He squirmed after a few minutes, "Berwald! I'm-I-ah!"

His release spurted from his member, landing on his own and Berwald's stomachs; making the werewolf growl in pleasure.

After a few more thrusts, and a few more cries from Tino, the other released inside his mate, letting his essence stain the velvety walls.

Berwald barely managed to catch himself before collapsing on top of Tino, instead turning them so that the smaller of the two was wedged between his hard body and the slightly rough fabric of the couch.

They lay like that, panting, for several minutes.

"So..."Tino said when he finally regained his breath, "what shall we tell Peter?"

Berwald glanced up at him for a moment before nuzzling his face into his hair, "Arthur and A'fred are already mated. He should know a 'ittle about it by now."

Tino flushed, "I really don't want to know about that!"

Berwald chuckled, "do't worry. Arthur wo't put out when P'ter's there."

Tino grimaced, mental images coming up, "great. I so needed to know that."

Berwald laughed openly then, tugging his new mate closer to him and snuggling into the couch deeper...