Beyond Life is Chemistry by SophieB

Beyond Life is Chemistry

SophieB, Death, Lion, M/M, Plot Development, Rape, Violence, Wolf

Beyond Life is Chemistry

Beyond Life is Chemistry by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent. Feel free to e-mail me or comment below!!

Author's Note: This story contains scenes of rape, violence and death that may not be suitable for all readers, even those of consentual age. Please be aware, and continue at your own discretion.

Jonathan's feet slapped against the wet pavement as he ran, mind awash with terror. His shoes and pants â€" almost all the way to the knees â€" were covered in mud, mostly from the puddles he had splashed through during his flight. The lion was running hard, and though in history his species had been the â€˜king of beasts', now things were different. He was just one more fur trying to scrape out a living in the modern world. The jungles and plains of the past were long gone, replaced by a jungle of skyscrapers, and plains of asphalt.

The lion didn't really know why he was running â€" all he knew was that the pack of wolves behind him was angry, pissed off about something he was pretty sure he'd had nothing to do with. He could smell them, hear their heavy boots splashing in the water behind him. He knew that unless he was extremely lucky, they'd catch up soon. He might have hoped for a cop to show up, but knew better. You wouldn't get that lucky in a neighborhood like this, and most definitely not as late at night as it was. Nearly two in the morning, if Jon's guess was right.

The wolves behind him, in the chase, had become less and less like the civilized beings they were supposed to be, and more like the feral, snapping hunters of history. He was waiting for them to start howling, in fact. They didn't, but he could hear their sharp barks and snapping jaws as they slowly gained ground on him.

Panting, Jon ducked behind a building, resting against the brick for a moment while he tried to regain his breath. Why are those assholes chasing me? What did I ever do to them? He wondered, gasping for air and peering around the corner of the building, watching for the telltale golden glow of their eyes. He didn't see anything, though he could still hear them. And then, so close that he jerked his head back, a voice.

"Heeeere kitty, kitty, kitty. Come out, come out wherever you are!" It was the biggest wolf of all of them, and now Jon could see the eyes â€" five pairs of them, all golden and glowing in the faint light thrown off from dying streetlamps. He tried to quiet his breathing, tried to melt into the wall â€" if he could have, he would have become the wall.

"What do you want?" He called, inching along the wall, moving in the opposite direction of the wolves. Maybe if he made a run for it, now that he'd caught his breath, he'd be able to find a gas station or something. Some corner store that was open twenty-four hours. Certainly the wolves wouldn't do anything to him in a public place. And places like those had security cameras...or at least he thought they did.

He realized his error almost as soon as he spoke. The shuffle of their boots across the pavement was closer now, and coming rapidly in his direction. If Jon had been waiting for an answer, he never got one. Except for the occasional scrape of boots over asphalt, there was nothing. His nostrils flared, and his ears twitched, trying to track where they were, to gauge how close.

Because he was listening so hard for the wolves, Jon was unfortunate enough to miss the whir of something flying through the air. Something hard snapped into the back of his skull, and a flare of pain that darted across the back of his eyes was the last thing that Jon was aware of. Fifteen feet behind him, the wolf who had spoken up sniggered. "Out like a light." He said, and his companions nodded. "That was almost too easy." The wolf gestured, and his companions moved to pick Jon up off the damp, muddy ground, dragging him across it roughly.

"Tie him up boys." The wolf snapped, almost a snarl, and watched the unconscious lion's face as they did, burnished golden eyes flashing malevolently in the night.

When Jon woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he had a pounding headache. He shifted, intending to touch the back of his head where the rock had hit him, and discovered that he was tied up. Very securely tied, in fact. Thick ropes were twisted around his forepaws and ankles, and a gag had been jammed halfway down his throat. They hadn't blindfolded him, so he looked around, trying to peer through the gloom. Maybe he'd recognize something and be able to figure out where he was. After a moment, though, he gave up.

He heard the wolf coming long before he saw him, and by the time he saw that telltale glow, he was backed up as far away as he could get, mashed up against the wall behind him. The wolf standing in front of him was huge â€" at least six-two. The fur on his chest above the shirt he was wearing was inky black, but Jon wasn't sure if that was because of how dark it was or not. He seemed to be in shape, in better shape than the lion was, to tell the truth. The wolf crouched down, and without realizing what he was doing, Jon bared his teeth, snarling around the gag.

"It seems we've made a small error, Jon." The wolf began, in a purely conversational tone. The lion jerked in surprise, eyes widening. How did this wolf know his name? He watched, then, as his wallet was brought up, waved back and forth in front of his stunned eyes. Oh, that was how. "You see, I didn't know that your brother had an identical twin." The wolf said, and before Jon could stop himself he had lunged forwards, though he wasn't sure what damage he could do while tied up. He ended up on his belly, snarling and jerking his head wildly. The wolf continued speaking, keeping his mild conversational tone.

"My name is Marcus, and once we get this all sorted out you'll probably be sent along your merry way." He said, and smiled toothily. Jon snarled again. "Unless you give me trouble. Then, I might have to hurt you, and I really would rather not." The wolf was still talking as if discussing the weather, and it was beginning to infuriate Jon beyond all reason. He squirmed, trying to get close enough to the wolf to ... do something ... and really didn't end up doing much at all.

"So, I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, and you're going to tell me exactly where your ---"

"Marcus!" The wolf's head snapped around, eyes flashing in irritation. Behind him was one of the other wolves that had been chasing Jon, and he motioned to Marcus, who glanced at Jon once before moving to join the other wolf. As much as he strained his ears, Jon couldn't catch what was said, but when the wolf â€" Marcus â€" returned, his mood had visibly brightened. Without finishing his sentence, the wolf bent down, reaching out to tug away the gag that was keeping Jon from talking â€" and from breathing very well. Jon snapped, and Marcus drew his paw out of reach easily, flicking his short black claws back down to thump the soft part on top of Jon's nose. Hot tears of pain flooded the lion's eyes, and he jerked back instinctively.

"Is that how you treat someone who's just been nice to you?" Marcus said, frowning as if he were speaking to an errant child. "Now, I can't untie you, but I won't put the gag back in unless it's necessary." He looked sharply at Jon, who nodded, realizing he wasn't in any position to bargain.

"What are you going to do to my brother?" He said, eyes flashing. If these wolves meant to hurt his brother.... A snarl curled his lips, revealing his teeth before he knew what he was doing. Marcus stared at him for a moment, and then smiled. It was a very mean smile, making Jon swallow. Hard.

"Well, it seems my companions picked your brother up a few blocks away from where we found you." The wolf began, and Jon blinked in surprise. His brother was here? "So, I decided that I'd bring you to him." The wolf smiled again, cruelly, and Jon shifted his weight on his paws. He didn't know what they had planned, but it most certainly wasn't good. Jon was just about to ask how he was expected to walk when he felt paws gripping him, two to each arm, and was lifted from the ground. The wolves who had lifted him â€" not so large as Marcus but still muscular enough â€" carried him without apparent effort, following their leader. Jon, on the verge of panic, found he had nothing to say. His mind was focused on his brother, Nick.

He was carried into another room, and dropped unceremoniously on the floor, where he landed with a gasp of pain. He'd seen his brother the instant they had stepped in, and though Nick didn't seem too badly hurt, it was obvious that he was unconscious. He was dangling from a beam in the ceiling, his hindpaws barely touching the ground. The most horrid part was that his brother was completely nude, and his fur was matted with blood. "What did you do to him?" He choked out, staring from his position on the floor.

"He owes." Was all that Marcus said, and shrugged, turning his back on the lion hanging from the ceiling. Jon craned his neck, attempting to look at the wolf, and realized he would have to sit up if he wanted to be remotely comfortable. He had fallen hard, and was still lying on his side where he had rolled after he'd landed. He realized, vaguely, that his ribs hurt, and wondered if any were broken.

"How much does he owe? I can pay you." He said, not really sure if he could. But he'd say anything to get his brother out of this mess. His words brought Marcus' golden eyes back down to him, and something cold and calculating had entered them â€" something that made Jon wish he hadn't spoken.

"Are you saying you'll assume your brother's debt?" The wolf said, and though Jon wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, he nodded anyway. If it got his brother out of here, it was all that mattered. At his nod, Marcus smiled, and it was almost genuine. "Well then, that changes things, doesn't it?" While Jon stared at him in confusion, the wolf turned, gesturing to the two who had carried Jon from his former location. "He's assuming his brother's debt." Marcus said, and the two wolves grinned, looking almost like dogs for a moment. Jon watched the interplay between the three, not sure what was going on â€" or what was about to happen. His questions were answered when he was unceremoniously hoisted to his feet once again, and dragged over towards his brother.

He had half expected them to hang him from the ceiling, but instead they dropped him on the ground nearby. It wasn't until he felt his bonds loosen that he realized they were untying him, and briefly, Jon thought about running again. The sight of his unconscious brother stilled him, though, and so he only stood there meekly while they freed him from the ropes.

"What are you going to do to him now?" Jon said, turning to look at Marcus directly, lifting his chin. He was scared out of his mind, but he wouldn't let them know that, not if he could help it. The wolf smiled mirthlessly and did not answer. He glanced at Jon, and then at the two wolves. Apparently some silent command had been given, for in the next moment Jon was shoved up against the dirty brick wall, the ropes refastened to his wrists and ankles. He was bound, spread-eagle, with his belly to the wall. He could still see his brother if he turned his head just right, and so he did, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Now, you may have assumed your brother's debt, but that doesn't mean he can get away with what he's done." Drawled a voice, and Jon knew it to be Marcus. He couldn't move to look at the wolf, but he tried to anyway, squirming against the wall and his bonds, twisting.

"What are you going to do?" He practically shouted, realizing too late that Marcus had never intended to let his brother go. God, what had he gotten himself into? What had his brother been into? Again, he received no answer. Instead, on some command he never heard or saw, the two wolves who had been â€˜helping' Marcus out moved back over to him. He saw a glitter of metal, and sucked a breath through his nose in fear as he realized that it was a knife. He braced himself, expecting fully to be stabbed or cut, and grunted in surprise when the wolf holding the knife slashed at him.

Cloth fell away from his fur as if it were silk, fluttering down to land in a puddle around his ankles. In less time than it took him to get dressed every morning, the lion was rendered naked. He twitched, wanting to hide his body from the eyes of the careless wolves, and realized that this was the reason he had been tied up like he was.

He was still worrying about his lack of clothing when the wolves moved away from him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of silver once again, and before he fully came to terms with what had happened, something hot and damp was splashing against his fur, on his face, into his eyes. Jon's nostrils flared, and it took a long moment for his brain to realize what he was smelling. Blood. Fresh blood.

The scream that was torn from him was more feral than any noise that the wolves had uttered.

His brother was dead, slit from navel to neck while unconscious.

Jon did not realize he had fallen unconscious again until he woke, spasming. His mind whirled, and it took him a moment to figure out where he was. Still tied to the wall. He swallowed convulsively, memories of his brother sliding into his mind. He could still feel the blood in his fur, knew it was still warm. He couldn't have been unconscious for more than five minutes, but his brother's body was already gone. A dark stain on the bare floors was all that remained.

He had also forgotten about Marcus and the wolves, at least for the moment. He jumped when Marcus spoke, almost at his ear, confusion twisting through his thoughts for an instant before he remembered what was going on. He had been staring blankly at the spot on the floor without really thinking.

"Now, you owe." The wolf said, barely more than a growl. Jon flinched, unconsciously pressing himself against the wall in an attempt to draw away from Marcus. There was something â€" not right â€" in that voice. Not insane, just...not right. He shifted his gaze, looking around, and realized that the two thugs who'd been hanging around since he'd woke the first time were gone. Slowly, he realized that the only two furs left in the room were himself, and Marcus.

"You killed my brother." He said, sagging against the ropes. He felt like crying, or like going to sleep forever. Something inside of him felt like it was missing. There was no venom in his voice when he spoke at all, and he was shocked at it. He didn't even recognize his own voice, to tell the truth. It was a flat monotone, dead of any inflection. The wolf didn't seem to notice.

"You'll forget about him soon enough, Jon." The wolf said, and Jon had the sense to wonder what the hell he was talking about. How could someone forget about his dead brother? Especially when tied up somewhere with the fur who'd killed him? He was so lost in his own grief that he yelped in surprise as much as pain when someone yanked his ear â€" hard. It took him less than a second to realize that it was Marcus, and the wolf didn't let go. Instead, still gripping the tender part of Jon's ear, the wolf pressed up against his backside. In horror, Jon realized that Marcus was as nude as he, and that the hot, heavy thing pressing up under his tail was the wolf's erection.

What the fuck is going on? His mind screamed, and then he screamed, feeling as if someone had jammed a hot poker directly into his spine. Without warning, he realized, Marcus had forced his way into the lion's tailhole, and was currently slumped heavily against him, panting hard.

"You owe!" The wolf grunted, and began to squirm, slowly shoving his cock further up inside the hapless lion. Jon, tears of pain dampening his already wet fur, tried to edge away from the wolf, without any success at all. He thrashed his head, snapping and snarling, until Marcus' paw slammed into the back of his neck, holding him against the wall. God, it hurts! And it did. It hurt more than anything Jon could have ever imagined.

He kept waiting for the wolf to pull out, laugh at him, and walk off. Instead, bit by bit, the wolf wriggled and pushed until he was buried completely inside Jon's tailhole, the head of his cock rubbing against the lion's prostrate. It hurt, a burning agony that stretched all the way up Jon's spine, making his muscles twitch with agony.

"Please," He gasped, panting through his nostrils, eyes squeezed shut against the pain. "What are you...doing to me?" His only response was Marcus' ragged laugher, a sound that held no humor in it whatsoever. The wolf's grip tightened on Jon's neck, so much that he nearly couldn't breathe. Not that it would have mattered. With his brother dead, he wasn't sure he wanted to live either. Let me die. His mind whispered. Let me die, God, please. Death didn't come, though, and God wasn't listening.

Jon had thought he knew pain. When Marcus had first pushed into him, he had nearly gone blind with the agony that had spiked through him. But until the big wolf started moving, sliding his unlubricated cock back and forth, in and out of the lion's tailhole â€" until then, Jon knew nothing of pain. By the end of five minutes, he could no longer scream, his throat raw and burning. He knew that if he survived, he wouldn't be able to talk for days. God, let me die. He begged, mentally, and was left living.

At first, Jon was humiliated. Marcus, grunting and sweaty, pounded his cock into Jon until the lion thought he would either die of pain or of embarrassment. It was a long while before he realized that the wolf was easing off, and suddenly he was infused with hope. Maybe he was done, and would leave the lion alone now. Maybe he would go away. But the wolf didn't stop. Instead, he simply slowed his thrusting, moving at an easy, steady pace.

It wasn't until Jon heard himself moaning that he realized he even was at all. In addition to his moans, the lion had been unconsciously humping the wall in front of him for what must have been at least five minutes. Behind him, still burying his cock into the lion's ass, Marcus laughed. "See, owing me isn't so bad, is it now, kitty?" He panted, and Jon whimpered in horror, realizing that the wolf was right.

His mind recoiled from the very idea that he could enjoy getting raped by a wolf. But he was, God spare him. Later, he would recall what the wolf had said in the very beginning, but at the moment he was succumbing to the ghastly pleasure that was being forced on him.Â Soon his mental prayers stopped being about death and started being about something else entirely.

Grunting, the wolf continued to steadily slide â€" and it was sliding, now â€" the length of his cock in and out of Jon, who was groaning, his muzzle shoved up against a dirty brick wall, rubbing his own aching erection against it. In the middle of all of this, Jon absently felt something groping around near his stomach, and found himself groaning in pleasure when the wolf's paw wrapped itself around his engorged member, stroking and tugging at it.

Jon heard the wolf utter a high, slow whine, and abruptly the tempo of his thrusting increased. In an instant, he was pounding himself into the helpless lion, who grunted and moaned in a mixture of pleasure and horror as he realized what was about to occur. Abruptly, Marcus shuddered, and Jon felt the wolf's cock surge inside of him, felt the hot pulse of liquid inside of him shortly after, and knew what had happened.

It was not until he felt something hot and sticky against his own fur that he realized he had done much the same, spurting his seed all over the wolf's paw, himself, and the wall he was bound to. He shuddered, sagging against the ropes around his wrists, pressing his face against the cool bricks. He felt Marcus pull out of him, and was horrified by the soft moaning sigh of pleasure that slipped past his muzzle. He hung there, stretched out, naked and satiate. His gaze moved around lazily, and it was not until they fell on the dark stain again that he remembered his brother. That he remembered he even had a brother. Behind him, he heard the wolf laugh sharply, almost a bark.

"I told you that you would forget, slut." Marcus snarled, and Jon slumped in his bonds, not even noticing the tears that slid down the side of his face and dripped from his muzzle.

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