I felt like writing smut and this was the product. It sorta goes along with the first so I thought I might as well put it here. A bit of a time skip. If I do update this anymore it'll just be random excerpts. Sorry for any spelling errors. Cheers!


It's soft kisses in the dying rays of the day that make Arthur wish for nothing more. It's the tingle of the other's hand carding though his hair, bumping pleasantly at the base of his ears sending a relaxing bliss through him, the humid air around them a dying lullaby amidst their passion. It's the tickle of the warm grass beneath bare skin, its itch long forgotten, replaced only by deliberate caresses and bouts of affection. It was many things; the way the other's smile seemed to beam with happiness, a hint of mischief behind such deep blue eyes, or even the way the other's tail still managed to wag, making any seriousness that the other might have otherwise held quite unbelievable.

They had come a long way. Oh dear, how they had come such a long way.

A year ago he had found himself fleeing, with good reason too. He would quake in fear simply at the sight of the other, and who wouldn't? The wolf was physically larger, stronger, ruled by instinct and hardly seem to care anything truly about Arthur. No, it was all a game, so he would run… But no more. Now the action seemed almost silly. Had there really been a time where he found this over grown pup to be that menacing creature he had always imagined predators to be?

Even so. The other forced himself upon Arthur time and time again, demanding time be spent together, demanding everything from the other as if he were simply entitled. Quaint games and heated romps. That's truly all it was really. Arthur didn't need convincing because the answered seemed as clear as day to him. That's all their meetings were and that's all they would ever be, fleeting moments of passion he allowed the other to have, that he allowed himself to get wrapped up in, to be tangled in and become so deeply knotted.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the memory. Oh his shock when the other had sought him out after their initial meeting, after their first game of chase, had been displayed so clearly on his face. To the other, Alfred, it must have been even more obvious, though, the predator hardly seemed surprised at all. Self confident berk. He grinned that cocky grin and proposed another 'game.' It was a long story, a long and tiring story that he didn't even want to rethink on, but in the end, it seemed that they fallen into a deeply rooted routine. Soon all pretense of any games at all was lost (though that didn't mean Alfred didn't insist upon it, nor did it mean that Arthur was ever one to seek the wolf out). Soon the other would sneak behind him and simply wrap his arms around Arthur's waist, lean down to place kisses on the smaller male's neck and take him for himself.

Perhaps this was his plan all along, to ingrain himself so deeply into Arthur that he wouldn't ever be able to refuse. No, no, Arthur would never give the mangy thing that much credit. True the wolf was cunning but, well, he didn't think that either of them believed they would make it this far.

Heated open mouthed kisses were places along his skin that was overly marred at old marks and scars. Protective and oh-so territorial. It must have been some sort of fixation, or maybe it was instinct, but Alfred always left marks. His sharp teeth moved so finely against his skin, tongue laving at the inflamed flesh, soothing the angry skin afterwards. It was a lovely balance of trust that felt so right in the moment. Anymore pressure and his blood might spill, might trigger something deep within the other causing him to forget just who Arthur was. He tried so very hard not to think about it. They had come such a far way, Alfred had earned his trust, earn his right to prove his control, to show Arthur he wouldn't ever intentionally try to hurt him.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so lenient with the other. Perhaps he should have left a plethora of his own love bites that marked the other as his own. No, possessive himself, maybe, but marking wasn't really something he felt completely necessary. No one was coming to take him away. No one was pursuing him nor was he pursuing anyone else. He worried, perhaps, about Alfred, but, then again, he doubted anyone else would put up with such a domineering and strong personality as the other had as well as he did (not that he didn't really like every bit of the other anyway). Maybe the wolf was just as insecure as he was, but his doubts shown through like this, in a deeply possessive nature that caused Arthur's skin to suffer, for marks to become permanent after time.

He couldn't bear to tell the other off, and well, at first he didn't have the guts to. There was something just so pure and raw about it. Alfred was claiming him. Who in their right mind would allow such a dangerous predator to use their neck as its personal chew toy? A rather foolish rabbit in love, perhaps…

In love?

It had been three seasons since the words had toppled from Alfred's mouth, causing a rather horror filled shock to run through his system. Perhaps horror wasn't the right word. Something had stirred inside both of them that night and neither slept very long, nor was Arthur able to run comfortably for the next few days following, but he certainly hadn't expected it. Alarm, oh how alarm had filled him. Perhaps it was really just astonishment in disguise. Alfred, that imbecilic wolf, the one who had been using him, the one that he had been using, said words he didn't even know were possible. Perhaps he was the silly one, perhaps the actual signs of courtship were more obvious to an observing eye, but for Arthur the news had came fast and hard down on him.

"Deep in thought, babe?" Arthur's eyes flicked up, zapping him back to reality. He could tell from the hungry look in the other's eye that Alfred had long since stopped his ministrations, simply observing his lover who was lost among his own thoughts. Goosebumps had taken to Arthur's flesh, his skin cold despite the overall heat that was enveloping him. The sun was setting down, almost halfway behind the mountains in the distance, the finally day coming to an end. "Maybe I should chase you again. A reenactment to wake the old man up, what do you say?"

Arthur scowled and Alfred didn't even attempt to really dodge the other's hit. Teasing once more, his brain mused, how much things really had changed. "Maybe I can chase you and you can sprain your ankle this time. And by the time you realize I'm not even chasing you it'll be sun up."

The wolf pouted, those ears of his drooping slightly, before he leaned back down to start back at where he had left off at. He murmured and grumbled against the rabbit's skin as his fingers continued to work their way inside of the sandy blond, slipping in and out of Arthur causing small gasps and the other's body to writhe in the magnificent way it always did. "Mean."

"Someone… nmh, has to keep you in line," Arthur let out a thick moan as his collar bone was nibbled and sucked, his hands coming up to settle in thick golden locks. He rocked his hips back into the other's fingers, fucking himself already, but trying to stay somewhat in control, somewhat lucid. When had it gotten so warm? He couldn't be this far gone yet, right? When had the other managed to memorize just the /right/ buttons to push? This was what he got for letting his attention stray for even a moment, to let the pleasure just come so freely and to greedily take without thought of giving anything back, not even his awareness. "Mmm, god knows no one else will, you brute."

He heard the other chuckle, saw his tail wag and knew the other was probably damn proud of himself. What a mighty high horse Alfred rode sometimes, Arthur only wished he could knock him down a few pegs. Sometimes he wondered if Alfred could read his mind, much to prideful to admit he was easy to read in such situations. As this thought ran through his mind the sunny blond's hand had snaked its way down, palming at Arthur's erection, causing the rabbit to arch up a little, hips jerking. Narcissistic fool, everything was always about him, constantly about Alfred. The younger man wouldn't settle for anything less usually. Perhaps this was 'punishment.' Well, he certainly had Arthur's full attention now.

The sandy blond's body flushed with embarrassment and desire. He didn't dare look into the other's eyes. Arthur knew they were on him, he knew that shit eating grin that was probably situated on the other's lips far too well. He was having none of that tonight. Weren't they supposed to be celebrating? Wasn't this supposed to be the heated romp of romanticism that Arthur had always secretly hoped for? He should have know that either of them would have messed this one up, neither were good at sticking to plans.

"Come now, honey," Alfred purred the endearment lowly into his ears, adding another finger inside of him as his other hand pumped Arthur's length. He was keening now, nothing but putty in the other's hand, a mess that can be easily molded and remolded into whatever the predator wanted. And oh, would Alfred use that to his advantage. It always seemed to end of this way. Alfred could stir anything he wanted from Arthur, all of those hormones; all of that white hot yearning was fed towards Alfred as a common goal. He couldn't help his thirst, his hunger that had always been fueled and just the right way. It was a craving, an ache deep down inside of him that could be put out until he had the other. Instincts, such primal and carnal things well up inside of him, inside both of them and neither could be bothered to stop.

Insatiable. Alfred had said that once, off handedly once before all the romance, when they were still playing games. Arthur was insatiable and Alfred was crazy enough to be up to the challenge. A rabbit and a wolf, a perfect match. He still scoffed at the thought.

"Alfred," His moan came out as more of a growl, forest green eyes finally locking with blue, his glare only half hearted as the other worked him, toyed with his system and played. For someone so officious, Alfred's true colors seemed to continuously come out later, Arthur learning the hard way that the wolf truly did enjoy playing with 'his food.' He shivered. No, no he still didn't enjoy such references. "I swear if you don't dosomething I—"

"You'll….? What? Whine and moan more? Please do, darling. You know how I love-Ack!"

Arthur didn't know he was acting until his head was hitting against the other's chest and by then it was much too late to even reconsider or go back. He had head butted his lover in the chest. Alfred landed backwards with an audible thud, Arthur strewn over him awkwardly, Alfred's fingers still situated inside of him, rubbing somewhere deep causing such a lewd sound to come from his lips.

The surprise on Alfred's face was timeless and Arthur wished he had more time to fully enjoy it. Getting an upper hand on the other nowadays was hard. He truly couldn't help himself though. It was too hot, he was too needy and Alfred was taking much too long. Why did he have to take his time? A smirk fell onto Arthur's lips as his gaze turned half lidded while he made haste. He sat up quickly on the wolf's broad and muscular chest, the other's finger's slipping out of him, his legs astride of the powerful body he had become so familiar with.

Alfred was mixed with far too much shock and curiosity to even react as of yet. It was only when Arthur's fingers had already dipped themselves in the bowl of salve and were pumping, coating, Alfred's throbbing cock in his hand that the other seemed to come to life, a throaty moan erupting from his mouth. Blue eyes turned hazy shrouded in lust, yet calculating precision and by the time Arthur was lower himself down on to the other's member, he knew his advantage was officially over.

Alfred's hips snapped upward, meeting Arthur, quickly plunging into the other with little mercy. A sharp gasp left the sandy blond followed by a garbled moan as he gripped Alfred's broad shoulders, his forehead resting in the junction of the other's neck as the other thrusted up into him. Where was that lead now? He lifted himself up for the other, but Alfred's calloused hands were already resting on his hips, already lifting him up and pulling him down to meet each thrust, effectively fucking Arthur onto his cock. So easily he moved him, Arthur was always so amazed. It was as if he weighed nothing to the larger male, as if his wait was that of a leaf and held no real value at all. It made for a great round of sex regardless. The other's strength was always too much, causing Arthur to lose what little coherency he really had left as the other penetrated him so deeply, so well, so good.

His involvement besides going along for the ride was bare minimum. Alfred was placing rough bites on his neck, kissing the skin once more, paying such good attention to him. The wolf was a mix of both worlds, extremely selfish, taking Arthur for all he's worth, for whatever he was worth, and at the same time, giving him everything, being so ungodly good to him.

Both of their calls filled the field where they had met all those sun ups ago. Their passion unmatched in the fading light. Alfred practically enveloped him, wrapping around him, holding him as they rutted and fucked and made the most of each other. He wanted nothing more. He wanted to be engulfed in the other's scent, he wanted his own to stick with the other. Claim, mark, mine, mine, mine. They were each other's. A year later and he wanted nothing more in the world.

Arthur keened loudly and Alfred bit down on his shoulder hard as they finished both of them so wrapped up in one another. It was truly bliss. It was truly everything anyone could ever want in a mate. Such care, such adoration, such primal need and devotion and sworn protection. They stayed like that for some time, cuddled down in the tall grasses, watching the pink and yellow sky turn dark blue, purple, and black, until the stars shone brightly.

A year had passed and Arthur was so thankful for that first game.