Mating Dreams 2 (Justinyal/Jean)

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Title: Mating Dreams
Pairing: Justinyal/Jean
Main Story: Fangs and Claws
Club/Project: Fangs and Claws
Beta’d by: ShinigamiFish

Justinyal © SweetSeme
Jean © Rose Strailo/Faery Delight

AN: Okay…so it’s been a while! I know this! *whimpers* I sorry? Really? Anyways, what happened was Sweets went to see her dad and she had spotty internet time. We are working on finishing off the various one shots that we have going (we have three that are stopped in the middle of smut) and then we will be, once more, focusing on these chapter stories. Please keep an eye out.


He was in the woods. He knew that much.

The moss was soft under the fur that he found himself laying on; the fur was even softer and brushed against his bare skin, the only item he wore a pair of small shorts that he liked so much. He knew though that when he had gone to sleep he had been in much more, pressed against his brother. So why was he under a quilt, on a fur in the middle of the woods?

Sitting up and using the quilt to cover his body, he looked around him, his eyes trailing over the various things, blue eyes taking in the darkness, making it near impossible for him to figure things out beyond a few items. He could tell he was under a willow, his dark auburn hair flying about his face. He could feel another there, but couldn’t pin point him, his eyes blinking several times.

Dark eyes flared as he looked about the trees; the heavy sounds of his stables where he tended to sleep were usual to him, the neighing, whinnying and stomping of hooves was common, but this almost silence of the forest that he suddenly found himself in unnerved him. Amber eyes narrowed and he spun around, looking through the trees where he knew another person had to be, he could feel their presence.

He stepped lightly, walking silently through dark shadows and stepping past large trees. The shadows helped him hide as he moved through the greenery of the woods. After only passing a few trees he spotted another form. The form sat there looking about wildly as though trying to find something.

The figure sat under a blanket, the only thing visible to him was the lightly tanned skin of the humanoid figures back and the dark auburn hair as it sat there. Its hair moved as it looked about for something, [i]‘Or someone’[/i] a voice muttered in his mind and he shook his head to clear it. He stepped out of the trees, only then realizing his t-shirt he tended to wear to sleep in, had disappeared and in its place was his vest. It lay open, revealing his strongly built torso and then the tight black jeans fit along his highly muscled legs smoothly show casing that as well. His amber eyes narrowed even more as he approached the figure. One long fingered hand reached out to touch the others shoulder lightly.

"Where are we?"

Squeaking and jerking around quickly, the sheet falling off and exposing his legs completely, only a bit covering his hips, Jean looked up to the dark haired male. He knew he was dark haired, he could see that but it was as if the shadows hid his eyes and face, hiding him from his sight.

“Um…no idea. I was kinda asleep next to my brother, in a moving car,” he said, clearing his throat and grabbing the blanket again to cover up again. “You have an idea?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with wide eyes.


Justinyal glared at the other, trying to make sure he didn't get hard. It had been along time since he'd had any interest in any one. This time it was a male, which scared him, and so he used his aloofness and sarcasm instead of any other way of dealing with the problem. "Hmm.....let’s see....perhaps a Forest?" he asked with a shake of his head that clearly stated he found the other slightly slower then most. "Where else would we be?"

He dropped his hand form the others warm shoulder and turned to walk back into the forest, figuring that the silence of the woods was better then trying to fight himself so he didn’t jump the man he'd never seen before.

“Hmmm…let me think about that,” Jean drawled as he stood up, the blanket sliding down to show his back as he moved off the fur, picking up his cover as he walked around a bit. “I should be in a world filled with blood and death, since that’s what my dreams keeps showing me, or I can be in the car with my trainer, my sempai and my twin, reading a book while my twin snores in my ear,” he continued, looking over his shoulder and cocked one hip. “Not in what seems to be a dream with someone I don’t know, no matter how cute you are. Mind you, I can’t tell much.”

Justinyal made it a point not to turn around, not wanting to lose to his hormones, which he had thought were non-existent.

"Well, I should be in a damn large stable with all the horses; Thunderstrike should be standing watch over me as I sleep, or if I was really tired and didn't realize it I would be in the damned Bio-Hazard's room. Either way this isn't it. And so I figure that it must be a dream and I must be in a forest on the southern edge of my territory as that is the place I haven't seen in a long time. Which means I wouldn't know exactly where I am in this dream."

As he talked his hands kept clenching and releasing, his nails digging little crescents into his palm as he did so. He glared at an innocent tree in his fury at being unable to completely control his body as he did out on the battle field. "How can you make me feel this way?" he snarled as he spun about to face the other again. His hands stayed clenched as he shook visibly with anger.

Looking at amber eyes, Jean blinked a few times before shrugging. “I may know things, but that I don’t know. I don’t know why we’re here, why you feeling things that you think you should not feel and I don’t know how to get out. I’m just me,” he said, moving back to the fur and sitting back down, huffing lightly as he glared at an innocent rock, much like Justinyal had done earlier, even though it looked more like a pout then a glare. “I hate not knowing things. Makes me twitchy. And you being here? Isn’t helping my thoughts. My brother is the smutty one, not me.”

"Why would I care about that? Why do you make me feel like I should be sad about that?" Justinyal snarled as he stalked angrily towards Jean and to his knees on the fur as well, instantly noting that it was fox fur, his time around Ichimaru had proven nice in telling canine furs apart. "We are in a forest...with a bunch of soft Fox pelts, a quilt....someone gave us this dream to get us to fuck." The last word was said with disgust and too much venom for someone just against being with a person of the same gender.

Wincing and pulling his legs up to rest his chin up, still buried under the blanket, he idly patted the soft fur under them. “I’m not here to force you. I don’t like violence all that much. Not unless it’s consensual, pleasurable and fun for both parties. I train and I dance, but those are fun. I don’t like the idea of forcing someone to fuck though,” he said simply, idly pulling at the soft fur before smoothing the spot up, his hair falling into his eyes.

"Did I say you were? Unless you are admitting to dragging me into this dream then why would I blame you?" Justinyal was surprised by the lack of anger in his voice as he spoke. His amber eyes were still narrowed and he wished he could grab the shadows and pull them around himself to hide. The other man made him want to do the unthinkable, at least to him it was. Sex had never been a big thing to him and suddenly all he wanted was to be buried in the other man and it made him slightly nauseous. "I don't know why but you make me think that it could be pleasurable." He hoped the other didn’t ask about the comment of possibly feeling good...most just thought his lack of interest was his virginity and it was in a way.

“I don’t know how sex feels, I’m still a virgin. Though my brother always comes home smirking smugly after a romp…” Jean drawled, flopping backwards onto his back, the blanket shifting with him and leaving his legs exposed. “I’ve been told it’s good if it’s with the right person, or even if there’s mutual need between the two, in the cases of a club pick up. But I try to stay out of that life. I work in one, doesn’t mean I want to be a part of one,” he mused, digging his toes into the fur as he thought.

"Then why do you work at one?" Justinyal asked, his voice softer this time though still tense, as was his body as he tried to control his body. Jean's proximity was bothering him and he took a deep breath before leaning over to kiss the teen once softly.

“It’s money and gets me out of the house. That many people in one place is bound to drive anyone nuts. That and I have no interest in getting roped in to do paperwork for daddy,” Jean replied, gasping as the other kissed him, making him blink several times as a jolt shot through his body.

After only a couple of seconds the black haired man sat up and turned away. He glared harshly at a tree once again and tried to make his flush leave, embarrassed to have lost even that much control. "I'm sorry," he said calmly, looking away and his body rigid.

“It’s fine,” Jean said, blushing lightly and sitting up with hum, one hand coming up to brush over his lips. “Just…surprised. It was…nice,” he continued shyly, ignoring the blanket that slid down his arms and pooled around his waist.

"I’m still sorry for kissing you, neither of us are interested in anything that kissing will bring." he said, still straight backed and glaring at the tree. He wished his comment was truthful even though he knew it wasn’t, not even for him any more. He wanted to do exactly what they had been brought together for, but was worried about who would see since someone else brought them there.

“Did you know that lies are rather acidic? Kinda like fear, hate and anger,” Jean said softly, moving to his knees and moving to his hands next to the other, looking up with laughing blue eyes. “Though with you, it’s more like a lemon scent then anything. Either way, it stands out against your natural musk. But, as I said, I’m not going to force you to do anything. Just…show enough respect to not lie?”

"Neither you nor I want this...do we?" his amber hued eyes changed, no longer filled with anger lighting the fire, but a bright nervousness and slight fear. Justinyal knew he couldn’t let the other have him if they did decide to do this, and he breathed in deeply, his muscles rippling as his entire body started to shake slightly in his unsure state.

“I want…what I want. I want what you want. But, the question is, do we want what we need?” Jean asked in response. “Sometimes you just have to go with your instincts, instead of your head…or your heart since even the heart feels fear,” he continued, moving to lean on one arm next to Justinyal, his head tilted slightly in silent thought.

"I don’t know if I can follow my instincts." he said, breathing heavily through his nose even as he leaned closer to the red-head. "I don’t know what to do. My body says go for it, my entire being says go for it but my mind keeps showing me things that make me say no..." Justinyal looked into Jean's blue eyes, his amber eyes glowing with an odd innocence that didn’t fit him really. "Tell me what to do?"

“Well, it’s your head, isn’t it? You control what you think,” Jean replies, crawling to sit in front of the other, leaving the blanket behind. Kneeling, he shifts a bit closer and leant towards the bigger man, his hands planted in front of him, eyes shining. “Sex isn’t all bad. At least…it shouldn’t be. I know that it should be fun and pleasurable…to claim and be claimed…to take and be taken…”

"Not always," Justinyal muttered softly, not sure if the other could hear him or not. "Every thing is so fucking confusin'. Why can't I jus' diecide? Why does my mind like sayin' no while my body is beggin' for me ta fuck your brains out? Just please...take control. Don’t make me think!"

Reaching up, he pulled the other into a soft, gentle kiss, purring softly. All wolves had the ability, the more submissive ones more so then the dominate ones, and he put his ability to good use. Shifting, forward, he whined slightly and moved from kissing the other man to licking just under his chin, still purring though his soft sounds.

"Please," came a small mutter along with a firm shudder as he was kissed. He opened his mouth to Jean and allowed him to have control for now until he figured out what to do next. He pressed forward, pushing their chests together.

Moaning softly, Jean shyly lapped at Justinyal’s mouth, drawing and convincing his tongue to play and twine with his. Shifting again, he slid onto the others lap, wiggling his hips slightly before gasping as his slowly hardening cock brushed against Justinyal’s.

Justinyal gasped into the kiss, his hips jerking up against the younger male. He suddenly became bolder and heat was added to the kiss as he used a hand to pull the teen closer to his body with a soft moan.

Purring happily, and lapping at the rather agile tongue, Jean wiggled again and pressed closer again. Pulling away from the kiss, panting harshly a few times before going back to kissing the man, he moved to tug on the vest that the vampire was wearing, wanting to feel more skin.

Justinyal rolled his shoulders in a way that made the muscles bunch and slide. A small moan fell from him as he allowed the leather to drop behind him and he twisted his neck slightly to the right as he pressed close to Jean.

Falling back with a soft sound, Jean pulled the other to lay over him, his legs kicking up on either side of the taller mans hip. “Well…that was unexpected…falling that is,” he panted before leaning up again and lapping at Justinyals lips with a purr.

Amber eyes reflected lust as Justinyal allowed his body to settle between the others legs in a way that pressed their erections together. "Tell me you want this," he said in a calm and smooth tone.

“I want this,” Jean replied, his eyes darkening into a stormy blue as he started to purr again. “I want you,” he continued, his fingers moving to curl in thick, long hair as he smiled shyly.

Justinyal made a low sound, a light vibration coming through his chest as he did so. "How do we want to do this?" Justinyal hoped that his blue-eyed companion had an idea because he had absolutely none.

“Well, first, I would think we’d need to shed our clothes. Or in my case, a pair of underwear and in yours a pair of pants,” he said slightly, looking down and blushing at the fact that said underwear were skin toned. “Then…we explore, I would think.”

"Sounds like a plan," the dark haired man said as he undid his buckle and slid it free of the loops.

Smiling, Jean wiggled out of his underwear, tossing them aside and blushing lightly at the fact that he was completely shaved. “Leather catches,” he said, blushing even more at the look he got. “Easier to just shave everything and keep smooth. Less to grab onto.” Sitting up, he pulling the belt out of the loops, tossing it aside.

Justinyal shrugged, unsure what the big deal was, then again he didn’t normally get naked, with or around other men. "Alright," he said in slight confusion as he leaned down to kiss Jean again.

“Yeah, just ignore the fact,” Jean laughed softly, leaning up into the kiss with a sigh, his fingers playing with the button of the vampire’s pants. He was starting to feel kinda shy, even thinking about undressing another person.

Justinyal reached down, placing his larger hands over Jean's, looking at him softly, still nervous. "If you don't want to we don’t have to," he said in a gentle purr.

“I want to, I’ve just never done this before,” Jean replied, looking up through his lashes as he popped the button finally. “I want to do this with you. Even if we don’t ever meet in real life. At least we’ll both have a nice memory…”

Justinyal helped the other get his jeans unfastened and he stood up on his knees to push them down and then laid down again to push them off. "That’s fine. Just know that I will not force you to anything or ask you to do anything you don’t want to," he said sincerely as he nuzzled the others neck softly.

“Same here,” Jean purred, tilting his head back, wrapping his arms around the others neck once more. “You feel nice against me,” he hummed, pressing close and gasping as his half hard prick brushed against the others, hardening completely.

Justinyal felt the others length and thrust against him once to gauge his reaction. "So I feel good....how’s that?" he panted as he started to lap at the others throat softly.

Moaning, Jean nodded his head, eyes sliding shut. “Good…delightful,” he panted out softly, arching up into the tongue on his neck. He still thought the man knew how to use his tongue very well.

"I’m glad," Justinyal said softly and rubbed his crotch firmly against the others groin as he kissed and nipped at the others neck. His long incisors grew, scratching across Jean's neck just hard enough to raise little red lines.

Mewling and tilting his head back in invitation, Jean smoothed his hands down the vampire’s back, slowly discovering the dips and planes of the muscled body over him. His legs moved and wrapped around the others neck, rocking up into the other teasingly.

"Gods, how do we do this?" Justinyal hated being one who had no idea but he didn’t think he could get interested sexually in anyone. "Just what do I do to make this feel good, kid?"

“Oil…we need oil,” Jean panted, remembering the books on sex that he had found in the house’s side library. Along with all the shonen-ai mangas that he had bought over the years. Looking around, he blinked at a small jar just peeking out from under the fur. Reaching up, he grabbed it and smiled happily, holding it up. “Sit back and I’ll show you.”

Justinyal sat back on the fur, oddly comfortable with the softness of the fur rubbing across his ass. "Alright, what's the oil for?" he asked as he cocked his head to one side slightly.

“I’m hardly a woman. I can’t make my own slickness,” Jean said simply, coating his fingers before pulling one leg back and reaching down to circle his entrance. “One thing I have done, when I can get far, far away is experiment,” he continued slightly breathlessly as he slipped a finger into himself, arching up.

"I'm aware of that!" he snarled at the other as a memory of his first time came to mind before he forced himself to calm. "Why would it be good to have something invading your body?" he asked in pure curiosity.

“From what I can tell, if it’s done right, it’s all about the nerves and the…shit,” Jean groaned out, his finger sliding over his sweet spot lightly. “That…the prostate. Little nub of nerves…press it right…pleasure so acute…it’s near pain,” he panted out, sliding his finger in and out slowly.

"But why would you look into it or try it? Something new is forcing its way into your body...why is that so intriguing?" Justinyal was still utterly confused about it and yet was panting slightly just from watching the other prepare himself.

“Curiosity…and all that…” Jean moaned slowly working a finger in. “That…and I should know…not to walk in….the twins’ room without…knocking,” he mewled, starting to work both fingers in and out.

"Twins? That’s incest...and disgusting." Justinyal fought not to lunge up and take the teen as he was afraid of hurting g him.

Laughing breathlessly, Jean shook his head. “Mates are mates…they have two others….they know that,” Jean replied, still panting even as he worked a third finger into him. Pumping them in and out, he held out the bottle with a shaky hand. “Pour some on yourself? Make sure that you’re covered…”

Justinyal nodded and took the oil, pouring a good amount into a hand and rubbing it along his engorged length. A small moan fell from him and he arched into his hand. "Mates? And what other two...if there are others then they should just get to the others and take turns with them...they shouldn’t be with each other."

Laughing again, Jean pulled his fingers out of his body and crooked them. “Mates can’t stand to not touch each other,” he hummed, his eyes glowing. “Come here and push into me. I hear for the top it’s rather intense to be squeezed tight.”

Justinyal nodded, coming up to press his head against the others entrance. His body froze as his memories took hold on his mind for a second and a shudder ran through his body. He grabbed Jean, dragging him along as he laid on his back. "You do it," he said softly, his amber eyes half way glazed by memories.

Squeaking and nodding, Jean shifted and reached down to wrap his fingers around the other, stroking a few times in curiosity. “Just us here. No one else. No place for memories beyond the ones we make,” he said, brushing their lips together once before moving to kneel above the other. Placing Justinyal’s erection against his entrance he slowly slid down, exhaling with the slow thrust, his head falling back as he seated himself.

Justinyal’s mouth fell open in a silent scream and he started to shake slightly as the other sank onto him. "GODS!" he panted, his eyes glazing completely in lust and he bent at and odd angle to kiss the others lips in a passionate and demanding kiss. "Us...mine," he said into the kiss.

“Yours,” Jean agreed, his eyes dark and glazed as he returned the kiss, shifting with a soft murr, feeling the tip press onto his prostate just right. Shivering, he lifted up lightly and the pressed back, his body fluttering around Justinyal. “Oh…Gods…”

Justinyal arched against Jean as he moaned softly, his eyes holding wonderment. "How can it feel this good?" he muttered as he bucked his hips against the other once before he froze and shook his head, stilling his movements. "I’m sorry"

“No, no, no being sorry,” Jean gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. “Oh…that was nice. That was…wow. Do it again?” he asked, shifting his hips and lifting up before dropping back down with a soft keen of pleasure.

Justinyal nodded to the other, taking his lips in a soft kiss as he thrust his hips up, loving the feel of the others body around his length, squeezing him almost to the point of pain. Another soft noise fell form him as he panted into the teen's mouth at the amazing sensations.

Moving up and down, gasping, moaning or keening with each thrust, each slide, Jean let his head fall back, and his eyes close in delight. He had thought that the mangas he read had exaggerated the pleasure that one could feel while being the submissive partner, but he was quickly learning that he was quite wrong in that assumption.

Justinyal felt himself nearing the edge and reached out a tentative hand to grasp Jean's length in a firm grip and began to pump him. This was another area he little experience in, but knew it had worked for him a few times. "Gods, I can’t keep going much longer,” he said softly as he leaned his head against the teen's chest.

“Yeah,” Jean moaned, continuing to move over the other, his fingers gripping onto the others shoulders, rolling his hip with a breathy whimper. He wasn’t going to last long either, especially being touched by another, the feel of longer, thicker fingers different then his own, making him tighten as he shuddered and spilled between them suddenly, a sharp cry escaping.

The vampire opened his mouth in a silent scream as he felt the muscles on his length contract even more, milking his length. The tight feel of hot flesh caused him to release as well, spewing his seed into the deepest regions of the other. His neck snapped up and he lunged at Jean's neck before he stopped himself by locking his body.

Whimpering, Jean buried into the vampire’s neck, one hand burying itself into thick hair. “Wow…” he whimpered, nipping at Justinyals neck, before raising his neck and offering his neck to the other. “If I’m yours…you can bite. I’m not that shy about a bite…or two…” he offered, still slightly breathless.

Justinyal lunged and sank his fangs into the other’s throat. The metallic fluid that flooded his mouth tasted different then the blood he normally received from his friends. He lost himself in the sensation of feeding and just drank.

Moaning and tilting his head back, his body shivering with each slow draw, Jean clung to the other tightly for a few minutes before gently pulling the other with a whimper. “I would love to feed you forever and ever, but don’t want to make the future sickness that I’m going to experience worse,” he said softly, his eyes half lidded.

"I just...I’m sorry." Justinyal said softly as he pulled back, small dribbles of blood still running from the corners of his mouth and his amber eyes sparkled with a new intensity. "I just got lost, you taste so different, like Sin itself.

“It’s fine,” Jean hummed, lapping at the blood, cleaning it up. “It’s just…when I get visions like I have been, I get sick and some things worsen that. I don’t think my sempai, my sensei or my brother would appreciate me getting sick in the car,” he laughed gently before licking his finger and swiping it over the marks on his neck, feeling them close up.

The dark haired man nodded and leaned in lapping at the small marks making them heal completely. "I would like to know your name...mine is...." Justinyal suddenly jumped as he felt another hand land on his shoulder and look behind him, suddenly blinking in the harsh light of the stables, seeing his grinning brother standing over him.

"So, you do have a 'special thing' for horses."

The older blinked and shook head. "Shut up Bio, what the hell are you talking about?" he asked before he took a sniff of the air and turned red as he realized he had a wet spot in his jeans.