The Big Bad Wolf
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
26,788
Reviews:
80
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
4
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 16
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An Eskimo kiss is when you rub your noses together. When I do it with my boyfriend I always blush... But it\'s soo sweet! Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 16
When Las woke up he found himself under his mate. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips when Pen frowned in his sleep. He tightened his grip on his smaller mate and relaxed.
“Peeeeeeen.”
“Hn?”
“We have to get up.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Well sorry, but you’re the alpha and you have a pack to take care of. So up you go!”
Penullus grumbled but slowly untangled himself from Las and sat up. He yawned and stretched, showing Las his muscles. He stood up and started to look around for a pair of pants. Las frowned when he picked up the same pair that he had worn yesterday.
“Take another pair.”
“They are dirty.” Las sighed and then sat up. Pen looked at him and then smiled when Las started to pick clothes up and put them in a bag.
“Going to wash my clothes?”
“Well since you seem to think that they wash themselves…”
Pen pouted while Las laughed and kissed him before he started to walk outside.
“Las?”
“Hm?”
“If you’re going out, shouldn’t you wear some clothes?”
Las stopped and looked down before he blushed. He was standing in his cloth! He quickly scrambled further inside the hut and picked up a robe. Pen smirked and shook his head before he dragged Las close.
“What?”
Pen didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned in close and kissed him on the lips with a big smack. He then left his blushing mate to sit in some boring meeting with Shabelle and the other old idiots…
……
How the hell does he do it?!
Las was sitting by the river and was trying to wash one pair of Pen’s pants. And it was impossible! The grey pants had mud all over. And blood! Las sighed and stretched his sore muscles before he bent down to try again.
“How’s it going?” He looked up and met a pair of grey eyes.
“Hi…eh.” The red head smiled and sat down next to Las.
“You can call me Alca, or daddy.”
Las nodded and then looked down at the pants.
“Having problem?” Las nodded and felt his cheeks warm up.
“I’m not that familiar with washing…”
Alca nodded and then took another pair, these ones black, and started to wash them while explaining to Las how he best got bloodstains and other stuff off. They sat there for God knows how long. Talking, laughing and of course cleaning. Las really enjoyed talking to Alca, especially about embarrassing things Pen had done.
“So you made him dress up in pink shirt, pink pants and put his hair up in two pony tails just because he thought that he would become stronger with that?”
“Yeah! And did he believe it! He ran up to Rorin in those clothes and asked him if he could train him. Rorin nearly got a heart attack. And one time he and Celio wanted to surprise me and Rorin when we were bathing… Let’s just say that we might have scared them for life…”
Las laughed and then reached behind himself to pull out another garment that needed to be cleaned. He frowned when he didn’t find it and turned around. Only to find the spot empty.
“Oh. Looks like we’re finished.”
Las blinked while Alca stood up and started to pick the wet clothes up. Alca laughed at Las confused face and then motioned with his head for Las to follow. Las started to stand up but suddenly felt nauseous. He clutched his head as his vision started to turn black. He heard Alca’s voice in the background but he couldn’t make out what he said. Then he felt himself falling.
……
“Where is he?!”
Shabelle smirked when she watched the alpha pace. Las and Alca had been gone all day and right now their two mates were starting to worry. Then they heard someone call for help and before Shabelle could say anything the two males were out from the tent. They saw Alca coming towards them, carrying an unconscious Las. Pen quickly rushed towards them as Alca slowed down.
“What happened?!”
“I don’t know. We were at the river, washing YOUR clothes, and then when he were on our way back he fainted.”
“SHABELLE! Get me Tricker!”
Shabelle didn’t even care to snap at Pen for yelling at her. Instead she turned around and started to run towards Tricker’s hut. Pen leaned down and then gave Las a hard slap.
“Pen!”
“Son, he may be ill...”
Slowly golden eyes opened and tried to focus on the three dark blurs over him.
“LAS!” All three blurs suddenly moved closer and Las tried to remember who they were.
“Pen?”
“Yes?”
“I feel like throwing up…”
Alca quickly help Las roll over and he started to heave on the ground while pen hovered nearby. Rorin had backed away but was still close enough if he would be needed.
“Alpha!”
Everyone, except Las who was busy throwing up, turned to look at the healer and female who was running towards them. Tricker quickly sat down and started to exam Las. He frowned and then stood up.
“Alpha, carry him to my hut.”
Pen nodded and quickly scooped Las up, ignoring his protests. Everyone ran after Tricker and Pen but was stopped by the healer to enter the hut. A few seconds later Pen was also thrown out and Tricker ordered Alca, Rorin and Shabelle to restrain him. Otherwise they would suffer…
For almost an hour the four wolves stood outside, waiting to hear what Tricker had to say. Suddenly the cloth that hanged over his entrance. Pen stalked up to him and crossed his arms. When Tricker didn’t say anything he felt one of his eyebrows twitch.
“Well, what’s the problem?”
Tricker sighed and then clapped him on the shoulder.
“Congratulations Pen, Las is pregnant.”
SILENCE…
“WHAAAAT?!”
“Pr-pr-pre-pregnant?!”
Tricker smiled and nodded while Pen stood shell shocked. Suddenly a hand hit him in the back, making him stumble. He turned around and saw his father stand there and he was grinning like an idiot.
“Wow Penullus! That’s good work. Took me a year to knock up Alca. You only needed… 7 months?”
Pen nodded and then turned towards Tricker again.
“Can I?”
Tricker smiled and nodded and then moved from the entrance. Pen quickly slipped inside, but when his parents made to follow Tricker stopped them.
……
When Pen walked inside the hut he saw Las flinch. He quickly walked up to the bed he was lying in and hugged him tightly.
“Pe-Pen?”
Pen only hugged him tighter and then suddenly stopped.
“Does it hurt? Did I hurt the baby?!”
Las smiled and shook his head. He then gently took Pen’s hand and placed it on his stomach. Pan stared in awe at his hand and the stomach.
“So, it’s true?”
Las smiled and nodded and then found himself in a hug again. They sat there, hugging each other and slowly rubbing his stomach. After a while Alca and Rorin came inside with Shabelle and Tricker after them. Shabelle and Alca kept cooing over Las and the unborn baby while Rorin stood with a proud smirk on his face. And Pen? He was still dazed…
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An Eskimo kiss is when you rub your noses together. When I do it with my boyfriend I always blush... But it\'s soo sweet! Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 16
When Las woke up he found himself under his mate. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips when Pen frowned in his sleep. He tightened his grip on his smaller mate and relaxed.
“Peeeeeeen.”
“Hn?”
“We have to get up.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Well sorry, but you’re the alpha and you have a pack to take care of. So up you go!”
Penullus grumbled but slowly untangled himself from Las and sat up. He yawned and stretched, showing Las his muscles. He stood up and started to look around for a pair of pants. Las frowned when he picked up the same pair that he had worn yesterday.
“Take another pair.”
“They are dirty.” Las sighed and then sat up. Pen looked at him and then smiled when Las started to pick clothes up and put them in a bag.
“Going to wash my clothes?”
“Well since you seem to think that they wash themselves…”
Pen pouted while Las laughed and kissed him before he started to walk outside.
“Las?”
“Hm?”
“If you’re going out, shouldn’t you wear some clothes?”
Las stopped and looked down before he blushed. He was standing in his cloth! He quickly scrambled further inside the hut and picked up a robe. Pen smirked and shook his head before he dragged Las close.
“What?”
Pen didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned in close and kissed him on the lips with a big smack. He then left his blushing mate to sit in some boring meeting with Shabelle and the other old idiots…
……
How the hell does he do it?!
Las was sitting by the river and was trying to wash one pair of Pen’s pants. And it was impossible! The grey pants had mud all over. And blood! Las sighed and stretched his sore muscles before he bent down to try again.
“How’s it going?” He looked up and met a pair of grey eyes.
“Hi…eh.” The red head smiled and sat down next to Las.
“You can call me Alca, or daddy.”
Las nodded and then looked down at the pants.
“Having problem?” Las nodded and felt his cheeks warm up.
“I’m not that familiar with washing…”
Alca nodded and then took another pair, these ones black, and started to wash them while explaining to Las how he best got bloodstains and other stuff off. They sat there for God knows how long. Talking, laughing and of course cleaning. Las really enjoyed talking to Alca, especially about embarrassing things Pen had done.
“So you made him dress up in pink shirt, pink pants and put his hair up in two pony tails just because he thought that he would become stronger with that?”
“Yeah! And did he believe it! He ran up to Rorin in those clothes and asked him if he could train him. Rorin nearly got a heart attack. And one time he and Celio wanted to surprise me and Rorin when we were bathing… Let’s just say that we might have scared them for life…”
Las laughed and then reached behind himself to pull out another garment that needed to be cleaned. He frowned when he didn’t find it and turned around. Only to find the spot empty.
“Oh. Looks like we’re finished.”
Las blinked while Alca stood up and started to pick the wet clothes up. Alca laughed at Las confused face and then motioned with his head for Las to follow. Las started to stand up but suddenly felt nauseous. He clutched his head as his vision started to turn black. He heard Alca’s voice in the background but he couldn’t make out what he said. Then he felt himself falling.
……
“Where is he?!”
Shabelle smirked when she watched the alpha pace. Las and Alca had been gone all day and right now their two mates were starting to worry. Then they heard someone call for help and before Shabelle could say anything the two males were out from the tent. They saw Alca coming towards them, carrying an unconscious Las. Pen quickly rushed towards them as Alca slowed down.
“What happened?!”
“I don’t know. We were at the river, washing YOUR clothes, and then when he were on our way back he fainted.”
“SHABELLE! Get me Tricker!”
Shabelle didn’t even care to snap at Pen for yelling at her. Instead she turned around and started to run towards Tricker’s hut. Pen leaned down and then gave Las a hard slap.
“Pen!”
“Son, he may be ill...”
Slowly golden eyes opened and tried to focus on the three dark blurs over him.
“LAS!” All three blurs suddenly moved closer and Las tried to remember who they were.
“Pen?”
“Yes?”
“I feel like throwing up…”
Alca quickly help Las roll over and he started to heave on the ground while pen hovered nearby. Rorin had backed away but was still close enough if he would be needed.
“Alpha!”
Everyone, except Las who was busy throwing up, turned to look at the healer and female who was running towards them. Tricker quickly sat down and started to exam Las. He frowned and then stood up.
“Alpha, carry him to my hut.”
Pen nodded and quickly scooped Las up, ignoring his protests. Everyone ran after Tricker and Pen but was stopped by the healer to enter the hut. A few seconds later Pen was also thrown out and Tricker ordered Alca, Rorin and Shabelle to restrain him. Otherwise they would suffer…
For almost an hour the four wolves stood outside, waiting to hear what Tricker had to say. Suddenly the cloth that hanged over his entrance. Pen stalked up to him and crossed his arms. When Tricker didn’t say anything he felt one of his eyebrows twitch.
“Well, what’s the problem?”
Tricker sighed and then clapped him on the shoulder.
“Congratulations Pen, Las is pregnant.”
SILENCE…
“WHAAAAT?!”
“Pr-pr-pre-pregnant?!”
Tricker smiled and nodded while Pen stood shell shocked. Suddenly a hand hit him in the back, making him stumble. He turned around and saw his father stand there and he was grinning like an idiot.
“Wow Penullus! That’s good work. Took me a year to knock up Alca. You only needed… 7 months?”
Pen nodded and then turned towards Tricker again.
“Can I?”
Tricker smiled and nodded and then moved from the entrance. Pen quickly slipped inside, but when his parents made to follow Tricker stopped them.
……
When Pen walked inside the hut he saw Las flinch. He quickly walked up to the bed he was lying in and hugged him tightly.
“Pe-Pen?”
Pen only hugged him tighter and then suddenly stopped.
“Does it hurt? Did I hurt the baby?!”
Las smiled and shook his head. He then gently took Pen’s hand and placed it on his stomach. Pan stared in awe at his hand and the stomach.
“So, it’s true?”
Las smiled and nodded and then found himself in a hug again. They sat there, hugging each other and slowly rubbing his stomach. After a while Alca and Rorin came inside with Shabelle and Tricker after them. Shabelle and Alca kept cooing over Las and the unborn baby while Rorin stood with a proud smirk on his face. And Pen? He was still dazed…
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