Carnivores: Winter

Chapter 6

WC: 4,885

AN: This is part one of a three chapter update. Make sure you don't end up jumping ahead.

I won't bore you or drown you with apologies and excused for not updating.

I hope you enjoy!

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Bion felt like the tension in the air could be split with a knife the moment he woke up.

It was the morning after his near rape and he was alone in bed, a little disoriented and yearning for his friend. He got up and dressed, quickly relieving himself in the bathroom and then went searching for Dazbog. He found the wolf sitting on his wooden bench, hunched over, hands in his hair, and shoulders trembling.

“Daz,” Bion called out.

A grunt was his response and Bion pouted a bit. He knew Dazbog was upset about yesterday but this was a bit much. It had come as a shock, when they were lying together in the snow, so happy and carefree, to feel something hard and slick pressing into his belly. Bion wasn’t naive either, he knew what it meant. It meant Dazbog was feeling lust…for him. But even Bion knew it wasn’t just raw lust.

Even though he's young, Bion had seen the difference between lust and love very clearly while he was living in Mexico. Even though it had never happened directly to him he wasn’t blind. Those acts of attraction and debauchery had happened all around him, with frightening intensity. So even though he had never felt lust or love before, he knew what it looked like. While there had been raw need on Dazbog’s face yesterday there had also been such warmth and sweetness Bion had been left a little breathless.

It was all so new to him, since he was finally on the receiving end of such feeling and not just a bystander. Bion had barely known what was happening when Dazbog had left him alone, the wolf running scared out into the forest. He hadn’t pursued, too shocked and scared. Though he wasn’t scared of the wolf’s lust towards him, but he feared getting lost in the woods in search of his friend. So he had stayed put, digesting the information.

A strange smell had sprung into the air after Bion had sat alone in the snow for minutes on end. A deep musky odor that did nothing but make him gag…it didn’t smell right. Then, suddenly, he was tackled to the ground by another Canine. He tried to fight, tried to claw at the other’s face or something so he might get into the den but the coyote was big, not as big as Dazbog but still much bigger than Bion and he had been pinned easily. That’s when he felt the hardness of another male directed at him again but that time it had not made his stomach clench in anticipation but fear.

Uncontrollable terror had welled up within him as the coyote had proceeded to pin Bion down. He had roared when the feeling of the canine humping his back made his hackles rise but he was helpless to do anything. Bion had called loud and hard for Dazbog, and his white knight had come to his rescue.

Dazbog had been so angry and that had scared him…and intrigued Bion a bit. Was the wolf so angry because he loved Bion and didn’t want any harm to come to him, not to mention another male trying to mate him? It was such a little innocent thought but it continued festering in his mind.

Bion went through all of these thoughts as he started making something for breakfast, sparing glances at Dazbog who still sat frozen and quiet on the other side of the room, giving a very tense feeling to the morning which wasn’t what Bion needed right now.

Then it hit Bion.

When he was boiling some water for tea…that there was another smell in the air besides the food he made. Bion turned to Dazbog, suddenly pieces clicking into place. The night before when he was safe in Dazbog’s arms and he was able to reflect and think about what had nearly happened, he had discovered the coyote was probably in his heat which explained the strange smell on him. Bion himself had never experienced his own heat; he must be a late bloomer his father had said. Some males didn't reach their mating age at the same time most others did. Bion was one of them.

So Bion knew the Coyote was in his heat…though that did not explain why he went after Bion who was obviously a male. Yet that wasn’t the thought that was bothering Bion now. No, what Bion thought about now was that fact that the smell of another’s heat was in the air again, and it was coming from Dazbog.

The scent was thick and musky like the coyote’s, but some how richer, and sweeter, and so warm. It made Bion nose twitch in delight and not disgust like he had yesterday. It smelled rather good. But it also meant that Dazbog was having a strong desire to mate…and the only viable candidate was Bion.

“Daz,” he called out again, and this time his friend lifted his head.

Dazbog’s eyes were dilated; face a little flushed as he sweated. Bion took in the other signs and couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized it earlier. His friend seemed to realize that he knew and the wolf stood, towering over him, taking deep breaths.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Dazbog said quietly, voice so deep with growls it was completely animalistic. “I have not had my heat in years for I can usually suppress it…but that coyote yesterday…what he tried to do…it triggered my own.”

Bion took an involuntary step back as Dazbog reached out for him. The wolf froze at his reaction, eyes clearing a bit before hanging his head and sighing. “I’m sorry kitten. I’m going to retreat outside for now, until I can get this under control…I don’t want to hurt you,” the wolf said.

Dazbog stripped down and Bion stared wide eyed at his red and throbbing erection before his friend shifted into his wolf form, staring at him for several heart pounding moments before disappearing outside. Before he left Dazbog said very quietly Bion had to strain his ears to hear. “I won’t go far…for I promised not to leave you.” Then Dazbog was gone, outside into the snowstorm, taking the smell of his heat with him, but leaving a lingering aftertaste for Bion to think about.

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It burned, it itched, and it ached. I made him want to howl, to scream, and to cry. Dazbog paced, so confused but knowing one thing.

He wanted Bion.

Dazbog growled, beginning randomly to dig a ditch, staining his white fur with snow and dirt, just needing something to do to get his mind off of the heat burning through his blood. He had woken up with it, lying next to Bion and aching so hard he had to leave before he actually took his innocently sleeping companion. Dressing quickly he had left the bedroom, pacing around the den, tail snapping back and forth, his erect cock straining against his breeches painfully. He felt so needy.

He was so confused at first. Dazbog hadn’t had his heat in nearly five years, and before it was always easy to ward off and fight, and after about a day it faded away, instead of lasting the typical three days. His heat had never been a problem…but now he worried about how he was going to fight it. Before it had been simple, roll around in the snow a bit and the cold got rid of his desire…but that wasn’t working this time. He couldn’t scratch the itch.

The reason it wouldn’t fade like it usually did was probably for a couple reasons. The first being that in the past he had never had anyone he was interested in. The heat had never been strong and unbearable like it was now because he had never wanted to mate. Bion was here now, though, and for the first time in his life Dazbog actually had the desire to mate, to have a companion by his side for the rest of his days on this Earth. He loved Bion, he loved him fiercely, and never wanted to leave the leopards side. Dazbog wanted to always provide for Bion, and to listen to him sing, and to see his smile and so many other things.

Dazbog was head over heels for Bion as the humans used to say, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. With the object of is affections so close his body was reacting much more strongly to the natural desires of mating the heat induced, because he finally had a suitable mate. But he couldn’t do it.

The other reason Dazbog suspected that the heat was so strong was because of that coyote yesterday. He knew the coyote was in his own heat, since the heat for all canines and felines came in the winter so the cubs would be born in the spring and have most of the year to build up strength and body mass before the next winter. It was just a thing of evolution. So for the past few years he could smell that canine’s heat in the air but it hadn’t bothered him, nor triggered his own…until the coyote threatened something Dazbog thought of as his own.

That coyote had tried to mate with Bion, and the leopard was the one his body and heart had already claimed for himself, even though he hadn’t fully mated with the kitten. That threat to someone Dazbog wanted to claim as his own triggered him into his own heat so he might claim Bion and never risk another male taking the leopard away.

Up here gender didn’t seem to matter as much, because somehow both Dazbog and the coyote were after the sweet leopard.

Now Dazbog was left with an unrelenting hard-on and a nearly uncontrollable desire to rush inside and mate with his sweet friend. His breath came out in white puffs and he stopped his digging, filling up the hole with a huff. He rolled in fresh snow to clean his body before dashing off for a moment, trailing around his territory and remarking it. Dazbog spent extra time on the land that ran next to the coyote’s much smaller territory, pissing and rubbing against trees until he was sore, before trotting back to his den. Dazbog held his tail high and kept his back straight to show he was still in charge, even as his cock throbbed against his belly.

Dazbog returned to the area in front of the den, beginning to pace once more. He huffed as snow began to fall, hinting at an up and coming storm. He needed to get rid of this heat before the blizzard came for he risked freezing to death…and he had promised Bion he would not leave the leopard alone.

He was going to protect Bion no matter what, even if it meant a painful case of blue-balls.

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Bion stared out the window at Dazbog who paced in the snow, growling at every snowflake and pine needle.

He felt so terrible that Dazbog was going through this, and all because of him. Bion was responsible for this. If only he could have fought off that coyote. If only he was more masculine so as not to be presented as a viable mate. If only…

A sigh passed his lips and he looked away, turning back into the room and going to lay down by one of the fires, playing with his tail as he thought. He wanted to help Dazbog, he really did. It looked like suppressing one’s heat was very painful and the last thing Bion wanted to see was Dazbog in pain. But what could he do?

Bion could offer himself to Dazbog…

He froze at the thought, eyes locked on the bluish tint in the center of the fire that matched Dazbog’s eyes, biting his lip at the thought. What if he did…mate with Dazbog? Bion’s eye brows drew together, the tip of his tail swishing back and forth in contemplation. He needed to think about this situation objectively.

Dazbog needed to mate. From what he knew of the wolf, Bion was the only one who had gotten this close to the wolf ever. Bion might be it for his friend in the long run, Bion couldn’t see anyone else getting close to Dazbog like this. Not that he was giving himself all of the credit but the two of them fit so well together that it was just natural that Dazbog opened up to him, and Bion doubted anyone else could ever claim that same thing.

Bion rolled over onto his stomach, still looking into the fire. So obviously Dazbog needed and wanted him, that was very clear. What did Bion want? Maybe he should think of the pros and cons of mating with Dazbog…maybe that would help Bion be less confused.

Well on the good side he’d have someone very strong and handsome to protect and provide for him. Also Dazbog could teach him many things, just like he could teach the wolf. He already knew they could live together, quite nicely in fact. He already liked Dazbog very much…it couldn’t be that much of a stretch to say he loved Dazbog…

Love?

That little word had Bion's ears tipped up in alertness. Was he in love with Dazbog? Well Bion liked a great deal about his wolf friend. He had a cute smile, and he was good with his hands…with wood…woodwork. Bion shook his head to dislodge other, less innocent thoughts at that quality. Dazbog was also a very good hunter, and he told stories really well, and he was smart if a bit quiet and he made Bion feel safe and warm and special…and…

Bion was in love…it was as simple as that but it didn’t leave Bion feeling confused or shocked. It was like it had always been there and he was just shedding light on it. There was no celebration or screaming in his head. It was just a calm realization.

Bion shook his head though. So he loved Dazbog, that didn’t mean he should mate with the wolf just solely for those feelings…although there were a good deal of benefits of having Dazbog as his mate, like protection and companionship.

What about the cons, what could be bad about being mated to Dazbog? Well doing it now would leave him unviable for any future suitors, and Bion was still quite young…although…he had never had any desire for mating back in the colonies even when he was of age to start searching for a mate, and now that he was an outcast he probably wasn’t going to get many more suitors. Bion supposed that while he was the only one for Dazbog, the wolf was the only one for him. So that in and of itself wasn’t a con. In fact there wasn’t really anything that was making the idea of mating with Dazbog a bad thing except…

Sex…

He was a virgin, that much was obvious, and he’d hazard a guess that it was the same for Dazbog. So they were both inexperienced and there was a good chance someone might get hurt. And Bion knew he’d be on the receiving end, since Dazbog was obviously the alpha in their relationship, although Bion didn’t think about himself as a subordinate to the wolf. He wasn’t treated like that at all, in fact Dazbog seemed to treasure him. Still, in bed, Bion knew Dazbog would be taking charge. That meant there was a very good chance Bion might end up in pain. He knew the basics of sex, though mostly between a male and female. For those couples it wasn’t supposed to hurt but with two males…if Bion was doing his calculations right this meant Dazbog would be putting his…in Bion’s…that just seemed like a painful idea.

Although…if it was so painful why did males continue to do it. Even though it was taboo for two males to become mates that didn’t mean they didn’t have sex together since females were so scarce. Why would they continue to do so if it was really as painful an experience as Bion believed? So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…if they were careful. But Dazbog was in his heat and in less control of himself so Bion was more at risk…maybe he would wait until Dazbog’s heat was over to broach the subject.

Bion actually hit himself after the thought. Bion was trying to figure out whether he wanted to be mated with Dazbog so he could help the wolf not be in as much pain, and if that meant enduring a little pain himself then so be it. He was tough and strong…and he loved Dazbog. That counted for a great deal.

Bion stood up, biting his lip as he stripped down. First thing though was that he was going to make himself presentable for Dazbog, so that the wolf would realize Bion was serious about the situation and not just trying to help him out of pity. He filled the bath tub part way, he just needed to wash up. Bion lit the coals beneath the tub before he went to the storage room, going straight to one corner where he kept bathing supplies that Dazbog had collected over his years of training. There were a few things he wanted to use.

The first was a series of oils that would make his skin silky smooth and would also enhance his own scent. There was also a sponge he would use to scrub every inch of his body so there was not a speck of dirt left. He also had some special soaps for his hair that were rare and would make the hair very soft. Bion took all of his supplies back to the tub, sinking into the shallow water and proceeding to wash himself, making sure not to miss an inch of his skin, hair, or tail so he would be presentable.

Then his washing came to his groin and Bion blushed, sparing a glance at the door before reaching down. He scrubbed around the area not just to wash but to explore as well. He had never brought himself to orgasm before, he had just never felt the need, and he sure hadn’t explored the area down there. He glanced once more at the door as the sponge he held sank between his spread thighs. Bion sucked in a breath, exploring and washing, looking down as he did so.

His free hand joined in the exploration and sank down there. The sponge explored his cock and testicles, scrubbing and feeling them, while his other hand reached further down. Bion pressed at the rather soft skin behind his balls, sucking in a ragged breath at the pleasurable twinge that went through his body at the touch, combined with his explorations of his sac. He didn’t stop too long, instead reaching down to his puckered hole where he knew Dazbog’s long, thick cock was going to go.

It almost didn’t seem possible.

Bion swirled his finger around his anus, feeling the wrinkled skin, pressing curiously at the resistance, leaning back further and spreading his legs wider. He sucked in a breath and relaxed, sinking his finger in. Bion bit his lip, body tensing at the uncomfortable feeling. It wasn’t painful, just strange feeling. He kept his finger still for a few moments, fluttering eyes looking up at the door before be took another deep breath and sank his finger in further, wiggling it around.

Now it didn’t feel so bad, still a little strange but he was starting to enjoy it. There was something very thrilling about the stretch and sensation of something in his body. He tried pushing in another finger, groaning ever so quietly at the further stretch. Bion pressed on though, he thought at least one of them should be prepared for having sex together. He pushed his fingers in knuckle deep, wiggling them more.

It felt alright as he continued to explore, but it wasn't amazing.

Then Bion felt it. His fingers stumbled across it, a spot inside of him and it had Bion nearly yowling in pleasure. He just managed to hold the sound in by biting his lip.

Bion now knew why males continued to love one another. That little spot was amazing.

He pulled his fingers out after that, not wanting to overdo it. Even though he wanted to be familiar with sex he wanted to also explore together with Dazbog…his future mate. That word no longer brought anxiety to his mind but anticipation and affection. It was just another step on their now shared road through life.

Bion sighed and finished washing, drying himself down and then applying a thin layer of oil to his body as he let his hair dry. He was just putting the supplies he had used away when he paused, staring at the bottle of oil he had used. If he remembered his classes right females produced some kind of wetness to ease their mate’s cock inside of their bodies during sex. Bion knew he couldn’t do that, he wasn’t a female…so maybe he should keep this oil around.

He went to the bedroom after that, rearranging furs to make a nice spread out bed, setting the oil to one side. Bion then tended to the fires, not knowing how long it was going to take but knowing that they never wanted the fires to go out, for the den could cool off very fast if they let it. With everything prepared Bion walked back into the bedroom, trying to decide the best way to get Dazbog in here and how he should greet the wolf. Bion spent a good five minutes thinking before he came up with an idea, deciding to implement it immediately.

Now that the idea of mating was in his head it wouldn’t leave…and Bion was eager.

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Dazbog found a soft spot beneath a tree and lay down, body tired and aching from his constant pacing in the snow. His breath was a little ragged from fatigue and his still raging desire. The air was thick with the coming storm, probably only a couple hours from arriving. Dazbog only had that long to get rid of this forsaken heat or risk going inside to survive the blizzard but quite possibly end up taking Bion against his will. That latter option Dazbog wouldn’t accept no matter what.

So he lay under the tree, trying to calm himself down. He licked at his cock, thinking maybe if he brought himself to orgasm it’s relieve the stress. But no matter how hard he licked, and how close he felt he couldn’t pushing himself over the edge and he was left growling and pouting under the tree, trying to think of a new tactic. Maybe he could rub up against a tree. Or go jump in the icy river not far from the den…no he’d get hypothermia if he did that, and he’d probably be a bloody mess if he rubbed against a tree.

It was hopeless.

“DAZ!”

He was on his feet, wildly looking about. His ears twitched from front to back, searching for danger. The call came again, from Bion inside the house and he stared at the door, hesitating to go in. What if it was a false alarm? Because if he went in there now, still feeling this aching need and desire to mate he might not be able to hold himself back like he had this morning.

“PLEASE DAZ! I need help!”

The call sounded desperate and Dazbog paced in front of the door. It might be possible, if Bion was really in trouble, that his desire to protect and help his friend would cover up his heat long enough for him to be in and out of there without jumping the leopard. He hesitated just a bit longer before he bounded to the door, knowing that first and foremost he was supposed to protect Bion.

Dazbog dashed inside, shaking snow off of his body. He shifted back into his human form and looked around frantically for Bion, uncaring of his nudity since Bion was his first priority. “Bion where are you,” he called out, worried maybe his friend had been in the storage room and something fell on him and he was trapped so he started to walk in that direction.

When he was at the door to the storage area Bion responded. “I’m in the bedroom.”

Dazbog paused for a moment, shaking his head of desirable, but unneeded thoughts. He spared a glance at the damp tub where Bion must have bathed recently, as his sweet clean smell lingered in air. The tantalizing scents of different oils and soap were there as well, enhancing the leopard’s naturally beautiful scent. After a moment’s hesitation Dazbog went to the bedroom, thinking maybe Bion had slipped, fell, and was hurt now.

What he walked in on had his brain shutting down and cock standing at the ready.

Bion lay on the pelts for their bed, completely naked, skin glistening in the firelight lighting the room. The leopard looked up at him with a blush but there was no fear in his lovely eyes. In fact Bion looked…needy, which made Dazbog’s breath catch along with making his cock twitch. He looked delectable, legs stretched out, one arm under his head while the other played with his long tail. His lithe body utterly relaxed and exquisite.

Dazbog took three steps forward before he stopped, closing his eyes and visibly willing himself not to do something stupid. “Bion what are you doing…you know I’m…” he trailed off, eyes widening as Bion sat up and scooted closer, his own smaller cock already getting hard. He reached out a single hand to Dazbog.

“I know exactly what I’m doing Daz. I know you’re in your heat…and that you want me. But I’ve been doing some thinking while you were outside.”

Here Bion stood up, graceful body gliding toward Dazbog. The leopard placed his soft, small hands on his chest. It reminded him of that female back at his colony, who boldly touched him like this. With Bion it didn’t make him angry…it was making it harder to control his body. Dazbog trembled where he stood, staring wide eyed at his determined friend, feeling hope and desire race uninhibited through his veins. Bion stepped closer and they body gasped as their heated bodies touched one another, his cooler skin burned by the heat of Bion’s small body.

“I realized Daz…that I love you. And I want you to be my mate.”

Those sweetly spoken words were exactly what he wanted to hear and Dazbog lifted shaking hands and gently wrapped them around Bion’s body, practically lifting his friend as he embraced the leopard. “Are you sure Bion?” Dazbog had to ask, had to make sure this was okay, even as his head leaned down. His breath ghosted over Bion’s ruby lips, within heartbeats of a kiss.

Bion lifted his arms from Dazbog's chest, reaching up his hands and stroking his face. Thin fingers threading through his thick white hair slowly. A smile was on his kitten’s face, a smile so full of confidence and love Dazbog knew the other’s answer even before he spoke it.

“I’m sure Daz. I want you to be my alpha.”

This is what euphoria must feel like, Dazbog thought. This weightless pleasure that made his toes curl and his stomach clench in sensation. Bion was beautiful, like some spirit from the woods, brought to life by Luna just for Dazbog to savor and love. This was it. This was the moment that was going to change their lives forever, and this was the moment where everything would fall into place.

It all started, one month ago, just before the first storm of winter. Dazbog had stumbled across a lost and lonely leopard, hungry and seeking companionship. Somehow this kitten had managed to make Dazbog realize that love and friendship were two very wonderful things, and that he deserved them. It had gone from simple survival together to a deep friendship that had shifted into this new territory. A territory that only lovers could claim.

Dazbog leaned down, watching Bion’s eyes flutter shut as he pressed their lips together. His own lips were chilled and chapped from being outside but they were instantly melted and soothed by Bion’s soft lips. Dazbog just let their lips rest together as he pulled Bion closer, wrapping the leopard in his embrace. That first kiss broke with a sigh and Dazbog watched as burning golden eyes fluttered open and looked at him. Bion purred in his arms, curling legs, tail and arms around Dazbog's larger body to brand his skin with the leopard’s sweet scent. A scent that was very much starting to resemble the smell of someone in their heat. Dazbog must have triggered Bion’s own young heat. His scent was so innocent yet needy and had him growling in response. Now they were both ready to mate.

This was the beginning…of the rest of their lives.

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