Title: Untameable Fires

Author: Lexa (yatenshiweb.de)

Disclaimer: A proper one, for a change. The Wolf's Rain characters, their world and anything related to it belong to Bones and some other people/instituions whose names I don't know- certainly not to me. The only things I own are this story, the plot and the charaters Kares and Ker. In addition, I don't earn a penny with this, it's done for entertainment purposes only.

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Rating: R (sexual content indicated, plus some violence, just to be sure) (ahm, guys, don't know much about the US rating system, so if you think this is rated is too high or any of the other chapters was rated too lowly, please tell me, will you? Don't want to get sued because someone's getting their view of life destroyed by a wrong rating ;;;)

Author's Note: heck has this become a long one o.O;; if only more of my one-shots would turn out like this XD

I hope you'll like it! Thank you all for your moving reviews!


Chapter 4 – Fires ignited

Ich entfache dieses Feuer Tief in dir Frei wie der Wind zu sein Vertraue mir Zieh mit den Wölfen.

(Böhse Onkelz, „Zieh mit den Wölfen")

(I ignite this fire Deep within you To be free like the wind Trust me Roam with the wolves)

Decision made, Kiba was the first to start running, per routine moving to the head of their small pack, and felt the two other ones following him closely.

He wasn't pondering anymore. Once the white wolf had settled with a choice, he went through with it no matter the circumstances.

Aside from this, there still was the fact that he felt a twinge of concern tugging in his chest. What might have happened to Tsume? Was he still alive at all?

No, Kiba interrupted his own train of thought, no reason to worry. Of their pack, Tsume was the one most capable of taking care of himself- his pride wouldn't allow anything less. The grey wolf, Kiba knew with certainty, would never submit.

Untameable, fierce, savage, handsome- no, he couldn't leave his friend to somebody else. None would have Tsume except… Alright, consider that thought later.

Their path led them deeper into the darkness, deceiving their sense of time, challenging their hearing and smelling since their eyes were almost useless, until after a while- whether it had been minutes or hours none of them could determine- they'd reached the ground level; here the floor was even, the hallway lit by dim light bulbs, and the passage split up into two narrower corridors.

Kiba threw a questioning glance at Hige. "Any idea where we are supposed to go?"

The brown wolf shook his head in reply. "Nope, can't smell anything, or at least the two ways smell completely alike. Should we split up?"

Eyeing both of the possibilities offered to him, Kiba decided for the right turn- why, he couldn't have said, maybe it was instinct again, and neither Toboe nor Hige questioned his choice as he started to head right, instead walking into the left passage without a word.

Following the hallway, the white wolf soon realised that something was amiss- it was quiet down here, too quiet, no human around, yet in the air hung a weak yet acute stench of decease and destruction, assaulting his senses, telling him that maybe he was on the right track after all.

Suddenly, his keen ears caught the sound of running feet, coming closer from behind him, and, looking around for a possibility to avoid an encounter, he spotted a ventilation shaft in the wall only some inches above the floor. As quickly as only a wolf is able to, he disappeared into the dark channel.

Hidden from view, he listened to the steps approaching him, and panicked human voices, only cut-off pieces of speech, reached his pricked-up ears: "Emergency… Kares-sama… attack… the wolf…" That last word caught Kiba's attention, and he waited patiently for the about 20 black-clad men- he assumed they were soldiers- to be far enough ahead before leaving his hiding place and following them. If they had spoken the truth, Tsume indeed was here.

He just can't stop causing trouble… the white wolf mused with some affection as he soundlessly, always keeping himself out of view, followed the men in some distance.

Little by little, the stench he'd noticed at the beginning got stronger and more distinct- there was no mistaking it, it was death in his purest form, yet with it also came the smell he had so longed to find… Tsume!

A dark growl, followed by human screams and shouts, the sound of clashing metal and ripped flesh, was the only warning he was given- then the stench of blood filled the air, and the first men of the group were collapsing to the ground, broken eyes staring in horror at their killer, the large grey wolf with the cross-scar on his chest.

Once Kiba realised what was happening, he caught up on the fighting men and broke the first neck he could get between his jaws. Seeing that they were attacked both from the front and from behind with nowhere to flee to, the soldiers doubled their struggles, yet they were no match for the two wolves.

For a long moment after that, they stared at each other in silence, blood dripping from their teeth and claws, and it took Kiba some seconds to realise that the crimson staining Tsume's fur was not the humans', but his own blood, and that his breathing was harsh and irregular due to the deep wound at his side, he seemed exhausted- yet that didn't affect his bearings at all.

The grey wolf stood over the corpses of the soldiers, towering their fallen forms with unmitigated arrogance and unrelenting fierceness, untameable fires dancing in his amber eyes, challenging anybody who could muster enough courage to fight him, to try and conquer him, promising quick death to anyone foolish enough to dare- yet Kiba wanted to take him up on that challenge, because Tsume simply looked too gorgeous standing there, with all this blood over him… staining his well-toned body, the red colour matching the brown tone of his skin in contrast to his silvery hair, and the white wolf so wanted to wipe the smug smirk off that face, to conquer this powerful, savage creature.

He felt almost high on the smell of blood, the metallic odour arousing him like it did all wolves- fighting and hunting was so deep-rooted within their natures that this crimson liquid always made adrenaline rush through their veins.

It was in that instant, that the tension that had started to grow ever since his first fight with the grey wolf was manifesting itself- he wanted him.

He wanted Tsume, his instincts told him to take him completely, his body screamed for it, and through all of his life, Kiba had learned not to doubt his instincts- after finding Cheza by instincts alone, he didn't even consider refusing their order now.

With carefully measured steps, feral desire masked by control, the two wolves approached each other, not caring about the corpses beneath their paws or the blood soaking their fur.

And with each step, the intoxicatingly dangerous smell filling Kiba's nose and head grew stronger, more intensive, until all he could focus on was the man in front of him, whose narrowed eyes watched him like a predator would his prey. The air trembled with tension, yet there was still a border to cross, a Rubicon between the last shred of self-control either of them could muster and the animal instincts, the brute passion they so longed to give in to.
"Good to see you alive," Kiba murmured, light-headed and not really paying attention to what he was saying, not since the object of his desires was so close that he could feel the other wolf's body heat, see every shining droplet of sweat on his dark skin, almost taste his blood on his tongue, and a mere reaching out of his arm would have sufficed to touch…

Tsume noticed how Kiba's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips and he breathed in deeply, trying to regain some control over himself before, with that cruel, mocking smirk of his, repeating the question Kiba had asked the night before: "Might it be that you were worried?"

Oh, how Kiba longed to wipe that smirk from his face in that moment, how he wished to punish the other wolf for his arrogance, making him surrender and cry out, to defeat him…

By now, Kiba was certain that Tsume wasn't unaffected by the thrilling anticipation that made their skin tingle with something unnameable either, slowly he moved closer, so close that they were almost touching, almost

"You should know better, Kiba," Tsume's voice dropped, nothing short of a growl, and the way he said, no, breathed the white wolf's name made Kiba's insides curl deliciously, growing warmer with every passing second, his attention captured by the play of muscles as Tsume reached out to caress the other one's cheek in a teasingly gentle gesture, hinting of something dark lurking beneath the seemingly tender touch, so that Kiba almost missed his next words: "I will never submit."

The soft touch travelled up to Kiba's nape, and then there was no holding back anymore.

Grabbing the other man's neck, Tsume pulled him close, meshing their heated bodies together to gain the closeness they so longed for, kissing him deeply, only hardening his embrace as he felt Kiba respond just as hungrily, tasting him, almost devouring him.

In that moment, for the first time, the brown-haired man truly appreciated his human disguise and what it was capable of feeling, as he dug his fingers into Tsume's shoulders in order to stay upright as lust erupted within him… this single kiss, passionate bordering on violent, wiped any thought from his mind, and he pressed closer, closer, but it wasn't enough, nowhere near close enough…

Almost as if he'd heard those thoughts, Tsume allowed his uninjured hand to slip down to Kiba's hips, cupping his behind, feeling the other one's arousal just as prominent as his own, and groaned with frustration. He broke the kiss, leaving Kiba breathless and dizzy, pressing searing kissed all over his throat, and the rush of life he sensed beneath the pale, now flushed skin made his own blood boil with lust. It was too much, Tsume thought, the erratic, hot breaths he could feel on his ear as his kisses travelled upward, the way Kiba's hand was buried in his hair in order to pull him closer, closer…

Too much to resist, and so he bit him, breaking the soft skin just above his collarbone, tasting that sweet blood on his tongue as a way to get more of him, feeling him completely, yet it only served to fuel the fires burning him from the inside.

Kiba had ignited those flames within him, and the very same Kiba was now grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back roughly, brutally, bringing his face up to his own and glaring at him with burning eyes, still his chest heaved with his panting, and the pain did nothing to cease his desire…

"You…!" he growled deeply in his throat, a warning as well as a challenge for a fight in his eyes, and then he claimed the other man's mouth again, trying to still some of the aching pleasure that'd set his body on fire, liquid flames running through his veins. In the other's mouth, he tasted his own blood, and his animal instincts, the instincts of a hunter, responded to it with a vehemence, his body trembled with adrenaline and lust, and he wondered just what Tsume was doing to him.

For one almost painful moment of separation, he freed his mouth from the other man's and whispered against his lips, somewhere between scorching kisses: "I'll be.. the only one… to ever make you submit," he vowed coarsely, not holding his hands in check anymore, sending them wandering over the white-haired man's body, eager to feel his burning skin beneath his fingers. Tsume's hands did some wandering on their own, their touch impatient, yet teasing, and Kiba groaned as they got closer to where he needed them most…

And right before he lost himself in that heat completely, he heard a husky murmur close to his ear… "I bet you will."


The sky had already lost that painful intensive colour of a sunset, the untainted red that glowed at the horizon only seconds after the sun left a clear sky, the purest colour to be seen on earth, pure as freshly shed blood, and blood was what filled Tsume's mind right now- Kiba's blood, to be more precise. Blood he'd love to shed as a punishment for the humiliation he had to endure: being the one who delayed them on their way. Tsume hated it with a passion, yet the white wolf had decided that he was too injured to continue their journey at once, that he needed to recover, and was determined to make him rest for a night- by force, if necessary.

So the grey wolf, even though he despised being mothered to no end and would've loved to kick Kiba's ass for doing so, ended up watching the sunset from a sheltered place at the foot of one of the rock needles the plain was abound with.

By now, dusk had fallen, it was dark, and Tsume would've liked to know just what about getting lost in a subterranean labyrinth was so exhausting that it made Hige and Toboe sleep like logs ever since they'd chosen this place to spend the night at… He and Kiba had found the two younger members of their pack some time after their little "interlude", completely lost and (in Hige's case) violently sick from the stench filling the hallways. Yes, he was certainly grateful for Hige's sensitive nose and Toboe's lack of orientation that had provided the two older ones a lot of time to fulfil their needs.

It'd been… interesting, to say the least, and he wouldn't be averse to a repetition… but that was it. A little interlude, nothing more. Just another form of their fight for dominance. That thought made the corners of his mouth twitch in an impish smirk, before he turned serious again.

Toboe and Hige were fast asleep, while he, on the other hand, found it difficult to fall asleep at all, despite his body aching for rest- too many thoughts were on his mind.

Things were getting messier and messier, ever since the incident at Darcia's castle, the world's dusk was approaching steadily, inevitably, they all sensed it.

And Kiba was leading them to where the darkness was deepest, right into the eye of the tornado, into an unknown infinite gloom that maybe, somehow would give way to the light of rakuen.

Yet even with that knowledge, all of them were following along- there was no considering, no second thought for any of them, neither for Hige, nor for Toboe, nor for Tsume himself.

He'd follow Kiba, no matter where, to Paradise or Hell.

It wasn't only that he had no place to go to except with his pack. It wasn't only because he felt strangely drawn to the white wolf. Somehow, ever since meeting him he realised that his presence at Kiba's side would be needed, whatever for he didn't know.

Destiny was calling him, and he wouldn't refuse the instinctive desire within him to obey.

He sighed, shifting on the floor to find a more comfortable position, feeling the aching of his muscles, the pain in his left side and the lingering weakness in his limbs.

Grimly he had to acknowledge that it'd take him at least one night's sleep to regain his strength, yet before settling down in order to find some much-needed rest, he opened his eyes again and let them scan over the rest of his pack.

Hige and Toboe, of course, were sleeping like babies, completely untouched by what went on around them, trusting the two older wolves to keep watch. Trusting idiots, Tsume thought, yet his inner voice carried a hint of affection.

To Kiba, however, rest seemed to be as far-off an idea as it was to him. He noticed that the white wolf was unusually tense, his jaw clenched tightly with nervousness, and it came to him that even in this moment of peace, the other one was aching to resume his search, his task.

Indeed, he was right. Kiba as well had done some thinking during the quite aftermath of their little adventure, and his thoughts hadn't been that dissimilar to Tsume's- future, destiny and, most urgent, Cheza.

"We'll find her, you know." Tsume's quite statement startled Kiba out of his musings, and he looked up to find the silver-haired man watching him with golden eyes. He wondered since when had Tsume become so observant of what he thought about.

"I know," he replied. "And we'll go to Paradise, you know."

"I know," the other man repeated his answer, giving him one of his trademark cold smirks, though this time, it caused a delicious tingling sensation to erupt in Kiba's stomach.

"Ne, Tsume…"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you decide to search for Cheza as well? What made you change your opinion about her?"

That she showed me my most secret desire in my dreams. That sleeping by her side made me feel at home for the first time. That, as she touched the scar on my chest, the pain suddenly stopped.

"Don't know. Her scent's just very soothing, a wolf probably can't help but be drawn to her."

That, because of her, I got to travel with you. That because of her presence in our town… I met you.

owari


Whew, the very scene I wanted to write from the beginning turned out more difficult than expected… o.O; Hope you liked what my crazed mind and my (so called) talent created as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you all for your support! There'll probably be a sequel (sort of) (just a little background advertising ;;;)

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