Sorry it took so long! I see that people starting to like this fic!
Warning: This not for the squeamished.
Howling for Mates by Boogermeister
Chapter 3
"That's Atem's howl," sneered Bakura. "He's done bedding his mate, and now we can have our way." He leaned down and licked Ryou's cheek. Ryou whimpered, feeling the werewolf's arousal though his pants.
"There's no way in Hell I'm sleeping with this rabid beast!" Malik grunted as he struggled from Marik's weight.
"I won't either!" Jonouchi yelled. Seto smirked as he scratched through the boy's hair.
"You have no choice, mutt," he smirked. "We picked you and now you'll sleep with one of us." Jonouchi groaned arrogantly as he tried to hit Seto, but the taller man grabbed his wrist. "Is that any way to treat the beta male?" he questioned lowly.
"Seto's mate don't look like him as ours do," Marik said as he stood up, hugging the squirming tanned boy. "Why is that, Bakura?"
"I don't now, maybe he like his personality," Bakura replied as he stood up. "You, get up if you know what's good for you." Timidly, Ryou stood up and force-followed Bakura, who had him by the wrist, towards the staircase.
"Let me go! There's no way I'm doing!" yelled Malik as he tried to push away Marik, who chuckled in amusement. "I don't care," Marik smirked. "I'm gonna enjoy myself with my mate-toy." Marik then ran towards the staircase, leaving Seto to deal with the resisting blonde.
"Quit struggling with me, mutt," smirked Seto. "You're making it harder for yourself and easier for me."
"Stop calling me 'mutt' and get off me!" yelled Jonouchi as he stuggled to stand up. But Seto forced the teenager on his stomach, putting all his weight on him again. "Guess I have to do it soon after I'm done with you," Seto muttered as he pinned Jonouchi's hands above the blonde's head with one hand.
"Are you ready for this mutt?" Seto laughed quietly as he caressed the blonde's cheeks and lips. Jonouchi responded by biting at the werewolf's thumb. Seto growled angrily as he moved his hand away. "I take that as a yes," he growled as he suddenly ripped away most of Jonouchi's pants.
"Wait, stop!" Jonouchi yelled, but Seto ignored him as he unzipped his pants. Within seconds, the teenager yelled in pain ehwn the angry werewolf entered him roughly.
"Be quiet!" snarled Seto as he muffled Jonouchi with his other hand and be began ramming back and forth. The blonde teenager mentally screamed in agony as Seto panted heavily by his ear. "You . . . feel . . . . good . . . mutt," the werewolf panted, smirking as he grazed him with his tongue.
Jonouchi squirmed in disgust when Seto groaned as he came. Seto moved his hands away, ripping at the near-passed out teenager's jacket. "Now . . . I will truly make you mine," he panted as his fangs lengthened. He then suddenly sank hid teeth onto Jonouchi's shoulder. Jonouchi screamed as he felt sharp, poison-like pain injected into his blood stream before blacking out.
Seto sat back, gazing at the bruised bitemarks at the teenager's bare shoulder. "Maybe next time you will be obedient, mutt," he smirked as he scratched through his brown hair.
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Bakura pushed Ryou into his dark blue bedroom. Ryou fell to the floor, wincing at the impact. "You look so cute, my mate," sneered Bakura, putting his hand into his pocket. "Get up and look at me." Ryou quickly stood up and glanced at the werewolf's lustful eyes. "Thinking of what to do you is making me aroused," Bakura smirked as he walked up to the frightened teenager. "I can bind you, gag you, burn you, torture you in anyway I like."
"W-why?" Ryou asked timidly. Bakura circled around Ryou and suddenly jammed his hand into the now blushed boy's pants, gripping at him. The werewof chuckled softly when he noticed Ryou was getting a little aroused.
"It seems that you want me to torture you," chuckled Bakura, making Ryou squeak in surprise as he blushed deeper.
"N-no, I don't," Ryou stuttered. Bakura laughed as he removed his hand.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"What?!" questioned Ryou as he turned around.
"I ordered you to take off your clothes," smirked Bakura. "Maybe it would be easier if I do it, don't you think?" Ryou fidgeted nervously. "I didn't mean it like that," laughed Bakura. "I'll take off my clothes first and then it's your turn." He then kicked off his boots before he took off his shirt and jeans.
Ryou slightly looked away from the sight of the werewolf, who was wearing nothing but a pair of navy-blue boxers. "Now you do it," Bakura smirked. "That is, if you don't want to be hurt too badly." Reluctantly, Ryou slowly took his jacket and shirt. Bakura lick his lips hungrily, gazing at the boy's milky-white chest. "Delicious," he smiled.
He then ran his fingers through Ryou's snow-white hair. "Now do away with your pants," ordered Bakura. Ryou inadvertly shook his head in response, but it made the werewolf chuckled. "Guess I have to do things my way," he mused as he suddenly pushed Ryou onto the bed."Don't squirm," chuckled Bakura as he grabbed the teenager's wrists with one hand after he sat on top of him.
"W-wait, you don't r-really want me," stuttered Ryou. "I'm no good to you."
"Stop talking," Bakura laughed, "I want to enjoy this." He reached for a thin leather strap that was on the nightstand and binded it around Ryou's wrists. "In case if you dare to punch," he joked before forcing the pale teenager onto his stomach.
Ryou squeaked in surprise as the seemingly agressive werewolf took off, or rather tore off, the rest of his clothes completely. Bakura slightly caressed Ryou's back down to his bare bottom, which made the teenager squirm out of reflex.
"Don't scream too loud to give me a headache," Bakura said as he took off his boxers. He then wrapped his arms around Ryou and kissed his neck and shoulders. "You smell like peppermint," he whispered, sniffing Ryou's feather-soft hair.
"You . . . smell like spearmint," Ryou said softly, breathing in the werewolf's musk. Bakura slightly blushed as he chuckled.
"You think I smell good?" he asked. Ryou glanced at him and nodded; he was blushing to the pink. "Well . . . saying that won't stop me from fucking you," smirked Bakura. Within a few seconds, he slowly entered Ryou, who whimpered out loud.
"Shut up; you'll enjoy it soon," Bakura groaned as he began to buck back and forth slowly. Ryou winced and whimpered at the slowly dulled out pain as the werewolf above him panted softly. Bakura was then surprised when the teenager suddenly mew'd. He leaned forward and Ryou mew'd again.
"Are you enjoying this?" he whispered huskily. Ryou glanced at him, slightly moaning. I'll take that as a yes," Bakura smirked as he bucked faster. Ryou moaned and mew'd louder at each thrust, and can't help but liking the pleasurable feeling. Bakura panted noisily as sweats drenched thier bodies before he groaned as he came. Ryou moaned blissfull as he felt warmness in his body. The werewolf pulled out of him and rolled off him, panting heavily. "That . . . . went well," panted Bakura as he scratch through his moist hair. He then glanced at Ryou, who cuddled next to him.
"I know," he smirked as his arms wrapped around the tired teen. "We both enjoyed it."
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"No frigging way! Get away from me!" yelled Malik as he threw a vase at Marik, who quickly moved out of the way; they were in the crazed werewolf's bedroom, furnished in pale gold and mauve. But now the room was torn apart due to Malik's resistance. "I won't do it with a crazed freak like you!" Malik yelled as he reached for another vase in a corner.
In a split second, Marik pounced on the tanned boy. "I got you!" he sneered as he sat on top of him. "Aren't you frisky, pretty mate. You must be anxious for this exciting event!"
"The Hell I'm not!" Malik said angrily as he glared at him. "I'll neuter you if you touch me! Get off me right now! I won't do it with you!
"Yes, you will," Marik teased in a sing-song voice as he took off his shirt, revealing his muscle-toned stomach and chest. Malik inadvertly blushed at the sight. "You must like me because you're blushing," smirked Marik.
"No! I hate you, you crazy freak!" Malik yelled as he struggled underneath the werewolf's weight. "I'd rather die than sleep with you!
"You do like me," Marik chuckled as he unzipped the teen's pants quickly. "My, my, you are excited for this," he smiled, staring at Malik's half-erection peaking through the boxers.
"Stop! Don't touch me!" screamed Malik as he tried to sit up. But Marik pushed him back down and pinned his wrists aboce the teen's head with one hand. "Don't be mad, pretty mate, you'll really love this," Marik smirked as he gripped at the teen's arousal. Malik gasped sharply as he stared wide-eyed at the smiling werewolf, who began sliding his hand up and down slowly.
"S-s-stop, it, I d-don't like this," Malik stuttered, blushing deeply.
"You don't want me to jerk you off, pretty mate?" questioned Marik, smiriking. Malik quickly shook his head. "All right then," the tanned werwolf sneered as he let go of Malik and then suddenly forced him on his stomach.
"Wait, what are you doing?!" Malik yelled as he felt his pants and boxers being pulled down.
"I still want to play with you," smirked Marik as he unzipped his own pants. "You're a toy to me and a toy is meant to play with." He then entered into Malik, who screamed out in intense pain. "Moan, or I'll bite you," he groaned. Malik bit his lips, whimpering and slightly moaning as the werewolf glided in and out of him, slowly at first, then faster at each thrust.
Marik wrapped his arms around the teen's body as he thrusted in further, panting behind his ear. He then hugged him as he came. "Was it fun, pretty mate?" panted Marik as he kissed Malik's neck.
"No . . . it wasn't fun at all," whimpered Malik. "It hurt badly of what you did." Marik frowned as he pulled out of the teen, who slightly winced. "You didn't like it?" he asked quietly and Malik shook his head.
"I'm sorry . . ." Marik said before he transformed into the scruffy wolf, ran towards a nearest corner, and lie there, whimpereing quietly. Malik slowly stand up, pulling his pants up. He glanced at the wolf and limped painfully towards the bed to lie down. It wasn't long until he drifted off to sleep.
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Don't get mad! I didn't try to hurt Malik! I am trying to develope something in him and the other "uke's"!
Please try to understand my masterpiece!!
(just kidding 'bout the masterpiece part!)
I'll update ASAP!!