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Warning: male/male sex, wereperv, violence, language, graphic, light were-bondage.
+ Part 3
Heero heard Wu Fei's shout
of warning. Both he and the were-lion turned, with ears laid back, to
see the were dragon leaping towards their attackers. The black bands on
the silver were wolves were confusing, making them hard for eyes to follow.
It also made their numbers seem greater than they were. The mountain weres
were expert at ambush and they clearly understood the effectiveness of
a pincher movement. They came from two sides at a rush, leaping, bobbing,
and putting their black bands to good effect. Wu Fei attacked, undaunted,
and Heero, after a moment's hesitation, felt his training engage.
"Run," He told the were lion and put the creature from his mind. His mentor
needed a left hand shield and he took up that position. The were wolves
circled them, laughing, but Wu Fei regarded them disdainfully and awaited
their next move.
Heero's training had begun as soon as he could walk. He was a warrior
through and through, but this would be his first test, his first kill,
maybe, and it was time to stop being the protected prince, to stop being
a cub. His eyes went icy and his ruff sprang up menacingly. No emotions,
he thought, no distractions. Focus, find their weaknesses, and destroy
them as efficiently as possible.
The were wolves surged forward, their goal to drag them down and rip them
to pieces. Wu Fei met them with slashing knives and killing martial arts
moves. He seemed to fly, to defy the laws of gravity, and he killed with
grace and unequaled skill. Heero was more basic, more brutal, relying
on his strength, which was considerable, and the power of his blows. It
was with surprise, that he realized that non of the mountain weres, older
and larger than himself, were his match. Side by side with Wu Fei, they
killed half of the were wolves before the rest fled, tails tucked between
Heero hadn't even broken a sweat. He looked down at the dead weres, his
mind telling him just how he had snapped that neck, broken that arm, and
smashed that face. He felt satisfied, disturbed by the need to kill, but
understanding that here was the proof that he was the weapon that Wu Fei
and his other teachers had fashioned him to be.
Wu Fei smoothed a hand over his black crest and said, "They were weak
The weak should not fight."
Heero understood. His teacher had said it often enough, but it hadn't
made any sense until then. There was nothing honorable or good in facing
an enemy who was not your equal. Heero felt as if he had slaughtered,
not battled. The weres hadn't had a chance and there was dishonor in that.
He thought how, earlier, he had been afraid, had offered ransom for his
life, and he felt contempt for himself. He had acted the part of protected
cub, waiting for rescue. This was proof that he didn't need to wait for
that any longer.
The were-lion... Heero tested the air and caught his faint musk over the
smell of blood. He curled a lip in disgust, but then grunted. How could
he blame the were for leaving? It wasn't his fight. He had come there
in slavery and now he was free to seek his home. He didn't owe Heero any
loyalty. Still, Heero thought of amethyst eyes, thick fur, purring warmth
and he swallowed hard.
"You fought well," Wu Fei told him and that was a high compliment from
the were dragon, "but your kick to that were's face was weaker than it
should have been. You will work with the upper muscle weights for one
hour after we return home."
Heero scowled, bristled, but then bowed his head in submission. Wu Fei's
sole purpose was to keep him alive, to train him to a peak of performance
not attained by most men. If there was a fault, Heero was just as interested
as Wu Fei in correcting it. False compliments, and allowing his ego to
be misplaced, wouldn't help him stay alive.
Wu Fei took the lead through the forest and Heero followed. He pricked
ears and tried to catch the faint sound of padded feet and the jingle
of chain, but he knew that was a foolish hope... until he heard it. He
stopped walking. He waited until the sound approached close enough and
then he looked over his shoulder at the thick ferns. "You are lost again,"
he said to the invisible were lion, a statement of fact. The low growl
confirmed his suspicion. "I have a friend who lives in the desert beyond
the Savannah," he told the creature. "If you come with me, I will ask
him to take you with him when he returns."
Wu Fei had turned, frowning. "My Prince, this is not wise. There is...
a situation arising between your warden and the Savannah prides."
Heero spun, shocked. "Why wasn't I informed of this?"
Wu Fei raised an eyebrow. "You are not at your majority and battle hasn't
been engaged... yet. I'm afraid your warden might see the were lion as
"That's ridiculous," Heero growled. "My warden isn't a fool and the were
cheetah can vouch for his arrival here."
"I'm certain he will want answers from the were lion himself," Wu Fei
told him."You may not like how he attains those answers if your were lion
decides to keep his silence."
Heero looked back at the ferns, thinking of the were lion's short replies.
He couldn't imagine Warden J being happy with yes or no replies.
"He's lost," Heero told Wu Fei. "He can't smell home. He'll be put into
slavery again if I don't help him."
"Why do you wish to?" Wu Fei asked, troubled. "Your warden did not raise
you to be a compassionate and emotional prince, but took great pains that
it should be trained out of you. How has this were lion caused you to
suddenly wish to free slaves and to care about their well being?"
"Isn't that noble?" Heero wondered angrily.
Wu Fei gave a small nod. "It is, but I was not hired to teach you to be
noble, my Prince."
"But you have. I see you act nobly often. I see you use your strength
to protect the weak who should not fight," Heero pointed out. "You have
taught by example."
"Then it will be the worst for you and me," Wu Fei sighed. "Your warden
cares nothing for honor or being noble. He wants a warrior prince."
"Why?" Heero wondered. "My life has been filled with fighting and training
and I wonder why when he makes no preparations for my ascension to the
Wu Fei looked troubled. "I don't know his plans, my Prince."
Heero felt doubtful of that, but Wu Fei had never lied to him or spared
him the painful truth. "The were is coming with us," he ordered firmly.
"I will deal with Warden J."
Wu Fei gave a small bow that was stiff and disapproving.
Heero tried to see the were, but he was too well hidden in the ferns.
"Come with me," he called to it. "It's your only hope of getting home."
The were slunk out of the ferns. Heero was startled. He had been very
close by, almost within pouncing distance. The were kept his ears down
and his tufted tail twitched. It was obvious that he wasn't happy, but
that he saw the necessity of following Heero. When Wu Fei and Heero began
walking, he paced behind them. Heero couldn't help feeling relief. To
say it was about honor and being noble was a lie, one that Wu Fei probably
knew. What really compelled him to help the were, though, was something
Heero didn't fully understand yet.
They entered the city, passing through a bustling crowd, and Heero feared
he would lose the were lion then and there. Duo's fur was bristled and
his ears were flat. Heero took up a position beside him, both to protect
the were and the curious people he was eyeing dangerously, as they followed
Wu Fei to the keep.
The keep was a lodge of logs and thatch, with a huge main hall for gatherings
and audiences, and a warren like section for the royal family and their
servants. Hearths, and many weres living close together, gave the air
a familiar, heavy scent, that was welcoming to Heero, but clearly distasteful
to the were lion.
Heero put on a mantle that he had put aside when he had decided to play
commoner in the market. He couldn't be the errant young were wolf here.
In this place, he was Prince Heero, highly trained warrior and heir to
the leadership of the forest weres. His face went hard and his eyes glared
at the people who looked ready to question his right to bring Duo into
"What is the meaning of this, Chang Wu Fei?" A voice asked and a very
large, strikingly handsome, were wolf, came up to them hurriedly, a general's
sash tied around his waist.
"My Prince," Wu Fei said aside to Heero. " Perhaps you should take your
'guest' to your rooms until I explain the situation?"
Heero nodded and took a side corridor with the were lion slinking close
to his side."Stay away from that one," Heero warned. "He's General Trieze.
He would like nothing better than to see any creature, not a were wolf,
in a cage."
Once in Heero's spacious rooms, the were lion felt even more claustrophobic.
There was a dead fireplace, but before it was a thick fur, and Duo couldn't
help curling into it. He glared at Heero and thought about his words.
The pride leader, Zechs, had had the same opinion of other weres as General
Trieze, but he had expanded that desire to include scrawny orphans, who
looked as if they would never reach the promise of a were lion' full size
Heero watched Duo for a few minutes and then he moved to light the fireplace.
When it was crackling warmly, he chose a low lounge covered in sable furs
to rest on. "Is there anything you need?" Heero asked.
"Freedom," Duo growled and the were wolf nodded. Duo had thought that
he was a stupid cub, bumbling about like a new born impala, but Heero
had shown a harder side, a warrior's training, and an ability to kill
with ease. Duo wouldn't underestimate him again. He was in a land of enemies,
but his own land had hardly been better. A were lion didn't wander from
his pride if he expected to live. The other prides didn't accept trespass
into their territories. Which is why it was odd to hear that the head
of his pride had been plotting to bring them together for war.
Duo crouched, ears flat and snarled, "I don't like this!"
Heero's tail curled up around him, but his ears were up and alert for
trouble. "I don't blame you, " he replied. "You're probably used to wandering
the savannah and sleeping under the open sky. I've heard that were-lions
don't build or-"
"We are NOT animals!" Duo protested hotly.
Heero bristled. "No, that's what the were-cheetahs thought," he agreed.
"We weave shelters from bramble bushes and wander our territories," Duo
corrected him with a growl. "We have pits for making tools and weapons."
Heero looked intrigued. He began to ask questions, but there was a knock
at his door. He opened it and a tan were fox darted in. "Where is he,
Quatre Winner was a desert were fox. Very large ears were nestled in his
golden hair and his eyes were very large and blue. His tanned , tightly
knit, body, blended smoothly into tan fur and he had a very bushy tan
tail with a white tip. A large, black tattoo adorned his entire back in
fanciful swirls and he wore golden armbands, leg bands, and a golden circle
at the base of his tail that had been the talk of the more spartan were
wolves. Son of a wealthy chieftain, he had traveled extensively before
falling in love, creating a scandal, and befriending the prince of the
Quatre darted towards the were lion faster than was wise. Duo raised hackles
and made a low warning sound. Unperturbed, Quatre danced in place excitedly
and gushed, "It's been ages since I've seen one of the Sun Pride. How
is old Bukinia? My father spoke volumes about him. Saved my father's life
when he was stranded out on the plains by an unscrupulous caravan owner."
Duo regarded the were fox and then replied quietly, "Dead."
Quatre flicked his ears, stunned. "I'm sorry to hear that. Was he your
Duo looked from Heero to Quatre and then he grumbled, "No." and edged
closer to the warm fire. It was too strange to find someone who knew his
family here. He had almost convinced himself that he had stepped out of
his world entirely.
Quatre understood a reluctance to talk when he saw it. He turned his excited
attention to Heero instead. "Did you buy him? He has a chain!" He looked
"No, I helped him escape a were cheetah merchant," Heero admitted and
then winced, probably remembering his obligation to pay the were cheetah.
"Very admirable," Quatre beamed. He eyed Duo again. "So, he was kidnaped
from the Savannah?"
"I believe so," Heero replied."He will need an escort to return. I've
promised him safe passage."
Quatre blinked at him and then smiled warmly. "Heero.... I... this is
so unlike you. I was beginning to think that your mother had birthed a
stone and now you're showing compassion for another-"
Heero's ruff bristled and he cut Quatre off. "Wu Fei taught me honor.
A thinking creature should not be caged and sold. It was nothing more
than that. After going to such trouble to free him, I don't want him to
fall into the were cheetahs hands once more."
"I sense a favor about to be asked, " Quatre surmised with a look that
someone reserved for very small cubs that weren't lying very well.
"You are returning to your father's court, " Heero reminded him with a
glare. "I request that you allow the were lion to accompany you." "Request?
" Quatre laughed but his eyes glinted too. "Are you insulting me? I am
indebted for your hospitality. It is my duty." He made a curious motion
with his hand over his heart.
"I assume that means 'yes'?" Heero asked him sourly.
"Assuredly, yes, my Prince." Quatre grinned and then he turned his attention
back to Duo, tail bristled excitedly.
"You will be very safe with me," he told Duo. "I have a veritable army
of were foxes to protect us on our journey. Father may not approve of
me, but he is careful with my skin all the same."
Duo hunched in on himself, tail wrapping tightly.
Quatre sighed. "I can see that trust is not something that you've learned
to indulge in. I hope that I earn that trust and that we become friends
on our journey."
Heero frowned. "You are the one who is too trusting, Quatre. You would
make the entire world your friend, even a mountain were-wolf with his
teeth at your throat."
Quatre walked to the door, laughing over his shoulder, "Once that particular
mountain were found out there were more interesting things to do than
eating were fox..." but he didn't elaborate and he was gone, closing the
door behind him.
"You can trust him," Heero assured Duo. "He isn't as foolish as he seems
and his were fox guard is very fierce."
Duo wanted to snarl and claw, express his anger and alienation in a tangible
way, but the were-wolf prince short circuited that desire by asking, "Are
you hungry? We could go down to the hall. They should be serving food
there now." Duo was off of his fur rug at once.
"Yes," Duo said and the rumble of his stomach punctuated that word.
Fresh meat was what his body needed. Once he was fed and strong again,
he would see about finding his own way out of that place. Perhaps Quatre
Winner wasn't a fool, but neither was Duo and, once he could get the scent
of home, he could return to depending on the one person who had never
failed him; himself.
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