Cafe Cubeater
The very important AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I wrote this story as a means to struggle over a bad case of depression, and I noticed that delving on some dark subjects really helped. The result of my home-brewed depression medication is this story. Now...It is important for you, the reader, to know that despite this being tagged with M/M and "cub" there is no actual cub-yiff in this story (it's not a turn-on of mine) even though you might be led to understand such a thing happens. If the name of the story did not already warn you enough, this indeed tells of a cult that kidnaps and eats cubs.
There, you have been warned, now those that are still interested may carry on ^_^
Guard Captain Niedermeyer gagged as the putrid stentch of death and decay flushed over his face. The locals had complained of the smell drifting from the local, quiet tavern. The tavern was empty and abandoned. The only things amiss were the open floor-hatch leading to the basement, as well as the splatter of dried blood around the hatch. The timberwolf took a peek over the edge of the hatch and reeled back immediately, staggering backwards with his paw clasped over his muzzle. At the foot of the ladder leading to the depths of the building lied the decapitated, rotting corpse of a white wolf...
The two guards accompanying Captain Niedermeyer -a hyena and a doberman- exchanged worried looks, clutching their spears more firmly in their paws. Captain Niedermeyer composed himself for a moment before climbing down the ladder, kneeling over the decapitated corpse for a better look. On the corpse's chest lied a slip of parchment, on which were the words. The defiler of the innocent. Justice has been served Drawn underneath the words was the head of a canine with a black line crossing vertically over it's left eye. Just what the hell had happened in this place...? As if this incident wasn't enough, the case of the missing children had to be solved too... The captain sighed, shaking his head slowly as he adjusted the crimson cape draped over his shoulders. Too much to do, too few resources.
Vesmor perked one of his white-furred ears as he heard someone knock on the door. Three knocks, a pause of about three heartbeats, and then two more knocks; a customer. The white wolf wiped his paws to a white linen cloth before hurrying over to the door. Slowly he opened it, peering at the two figures standing in the shadows of the small undergrounf corridor.
"Customers? Welcome to our little cafe...My name is Vesmor, the owner of this humble establishment, and I hope you'll find something to your liking in here." Vesmor said quietly, stepping aside to let the duo inside.
Vesmor flicked his ear once more idly as he saw the newcomers in better light. Both wolves, both wearing outlandish outfits and apparently armed to the teeth. The first wolf to enter was about average height, grey of fur with pure white on his belly and chin, clad in long, flowing crimson robe, a large nodachi, the longer and broader cousin of katana, strapped onto his back. The timberwolf smiled politely at Vesmor, giving him a small bow, the lupine's ice-blue -almost white- eyes twinkling gently.
The second one gave even the hardened cafe-owner a chill. slightly over six feet tall, his fur the colour of ebony, even darker than the black of his loose, eastern-style pants which were held up by a crimson sash. Strapped on the sash hung two unornate katanas in simple black sheaths. Vesmor dragged his gaze slowly along the bare, toned chest of the black wolf, only barely managing to suppress the urge to lick his lips.
Vesmor froze for a moment as he saw the face of the dark canine. Around his snout he wore a muzzle-guard, like a small cage, made of black iron and lined on all four sides with rows of four spikes. As if that wasn't enough, the amber-hued eyes of the wolf were filled with savage bloodlust, the twitching of the wolf's fingers a telltale sign of him being a violent individual indeed.
Shaking his head as if to break the trance, Vesmor took a step back and managed to compose himself enough to return to his well-rehearsed litany. "I'm sure you'll find something to your liking here in our cafe. Now, if you gentlemen could be so kind as to follow me...The dining hall is just beyond that door over there."
The black-furred wolf marched briskly ahead of Vesmor, allowing the white wolf to fall behind to speak with the robed canine. "I must ask you to leave your weapons to the guards just outside the dining area, I'm afraid..."
The timberwolf smiled a lopsided smile, a paw reaching into the robe to pull out a small bag, the contents of which jingled happily together as he placed it onto Vesmor's paw. "My brother would very much like to enjoy his meal using his own...silverware, so to speak."
Vesmor grinned and nodded in understanding, pocketing the small pouch swiftly. The guards by the sturdy door at the other end of the chamber had already halted the black wolf -even if they did look rather reluctant to do it- but they swiftly stepped aside, clearly relieved, as Vesmor waved his paw in cutting motion over his throat, telling the guards to cut it and back off.
A set of heavy clicks indicated someone opening several sturdy locks on the other side of the door, the metal door swinging silently open. No matter how many times he got to smell it, the delicious scent of roasted meat drifting into his nose made Vesmor sigh in content. He ushered his new customers inside and left them in the hands of a rather sly looking dingo, going by the name Baor, who worked as the maîdre d' for the restaurant, before hurrying to the kitchens.
Baor opened the sturdy book held underneath his arm and picked a quill from behind his ear. The dingo dipped the quill to a bottle of ink housed in the chest pocket of his vest before fixing his gaze at the two "Who do I have the pleasure to serve today, mister...?"
The robed timberwolf smiled that lopsided smile again. "My name is Tadekatsu Akechi, and this here is my brother Mitsuhide Honda." Holding a small pause the canine added. "You can call me Tade or Akechi."
"Yes mister Akechi, right this way, right this way please..." Baor said pleasantly, bowing slightly after finishing writing down the two names into the book and screwing the cap back onto the bottle of ink. The dingo waved the two wolves to follow him through the packed dining hall, filled with carnivores of all sorts. Wolves, hyenas, bears, a couple of rather grim foxes, various domestic breed canines, tigers, lions, snakes, crocodiles...A whole carnival of predatory species.
Akechi and Mitsuhide were seated to a small two person table right beside a large, blazing fire above which a large lump of meat was slowly turning, filling the room with the scent of cooking meat. Akechi waved the maître d' to lean in, which the dingo obediently did. One more pouch of money quickly exchanged paws.
"I've heard you can play with your food in this place, correct? My brother would like to do just that..." Akechi whispered, making the dingo grin wickedly.
"Yes, that is indeed possible, mister. We have some rooms at the back of the restaurant where customers can play with their food before enjoying some lunch. However, I'd like to remind you gentlemen, that nothing leaves this place unless it's inside your stomach. I hope you do understand this." Baor said pleasantly, waving then Mitsuhide to stand up.
"I'll just wait for my brother to return...Could you ask the chef to prepare the leftovers from my brother's meal for me? I'd hate to waste anything..." Akechi said with a pleasant smile, winking at the dingo.
"Yes, sir, that can be arranged. I take your brother enjoys his meal au naturel, then?" Baor asked, getting a nod from Akechi as a reply so he carried on. "Very well, the rooms can also be used for dining purposes. And to you, mister Akechi, a glass of our house-brand wine on the house." With a wink the dingo added "Only the best for best customers."
Gesturing Mitsuhide to follow, Baor vanished from Akechi's sight.
Baor skipped merrily along the stony corridors deep into the bowels of the underground establishment, Mitsuhide following right behind him. The walls were lined with sturdy wooden doors, behind some of which faint noises, snarling, screaming and delighted munching, could be heard.
A sudden loud scream, followed by the sound of tearing flesh, made Mitsuhide turn his head, his eyes narrowing momentarily as he saw a trail of blood slowly flowing underneath the small gap on the door.
Baor didn't notice this, prancing steadily onwards. "You can pick one which suits your...preferences most from our stock. All of them are in good health and definitely clean and untouched. "said Baor, his chest rising a little as he proudly added "We take great pride in our stock of goods."
The dingo opened another sturdy door, flanked by two more guards, and led Mitsuhide into a square hall lined with barred cells. Each of the cells was packed with cubs of every imaginable species, both girls and boys, all looking sad and terrified in their simple blue pants and shirts as they either sat, lied or stood in their cells.
Behind a desk at the centre of the room sat a rather plump ferret, a mean-looking sword hanging from his belt, his nose buried to some papers scattered over his desk.
"Please take your time, mister Honda, guard master Alef will assist you in picking one. Once you are done a guard will escort you to a vacant room. Now if you excuse me, I must go tend to my other duties." with that said the dingo turned around and vanished, the door closing behind him.
Slowly Mitsuhide walked along the rows of cells. He noted one thing much to his delight: all the children looked like they bathed regularly and got fed well enough. Totally on random the black wolf stopped by one of the cells, waving for the ferret to walk over.
Alef stopped beside the wolf and grinned. "Now you sure look exotic, big guy. By your clothing I'd say you come from the east, from Orientia, correct?"
Mitsuhide just nodded curtly and pointed towards a raccoon boy sitting in the cell, his tail curled around him as he slowly rocked back and forth, clutching his knees to his chest.
"A man of few words, huh? Nice pick by the way. Ten years old, no malformations and trained to be obedient..." Alef said slowly, nodding in approval at the wolf. With a wave of his paw the ferret summoned one of the many guards in the room to him, the bull opening the lock and grabbing the raccoon by the neck. The boy didn't resist, merely hanging limply in the guard's grasp, slight shivering the only sign of consciousness in the small boy.
"Rodofus, lead this gentleman and his dinner to a vacant room...I think number twelve should be free and cleaned by now." Alaef stated matter-of-factly, getting a grunt and a nod from the bull as a response.
In silence the bull and the wolf walked back down along the dark corridors, the only light coming from flickering torches on metal braziers.
Rodofus carried the limp form of the raccoon on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the silent, dark figure of Mitsuhide following the two like a shadow.
Stopping after a short while in front of the door labeled with the metallic number twelve, Rodofus unlocked the door and peeked inside. The fireplace was blazing happily within, the simple bed seemed to be in order and the room both looked and smelled clean, so the bull stepped in. Nonchalantly the guard set the raccoon down, told Mitsuhide to "Have fun and go wild." before leaving.
The boy gathered himself enough to clamber onto his knees, his gaze slowly sliding higher and higher along the imposing, intimidating figure of the blacker-than-night wolf. The raccoon-boy met the cold, piercing eyes of the wolf and almost wet himself as he saw the cold, brutal emotionless hidden beyond the amber hues.
"Undress..." Mitsuhide grunted, arms held crossed over his chiseled chest.
In the dining hall Tadekatsu sat with one leg crossed over the other underneath his robe, his large sword resting comfortably against the table right next to him. The wolf was humming some singsongy tune, leaning his elbow on the surface of the table and his cheek against the paw.
It hadn't been too long since the dingo, Baor, had vanished with his brother, and the timberwolf was both pleased and surprised to see the canine scuttling through the packed hall with a large mug, one normally used for ale, on top of a silver tray.
"Here is your house-brand wine, mister Akechi. I am pleased to inform you, that your brother found his meal already. I hope you will enjoy your wine whilst waiting, and if you want more just let me know, good sir." Baor said politely, bowing then once with the tray underneath his arm, the book tucked under the other, before he hurried off as more customers made their way through the heavy door.
Akechi took the large silver mug and peered inside it, slowly slushing the crimson liquid within around. He took a careful sniff at it and nodded silently in approval. The wine smelled outright delicious!
Gingerly he tipped the mug and took a small sip. Almost immediately his half-shut, dreamy eyes widened a fraction of an inch as the taste rolled over his tongue. The wine had been blanded with atleast one quarter of blood, giving it a clearly defined, slightly coppery taste which clung to his mouth even after he had swallowed.
Still, even if he hadn't quit expected this, he drank some more, downing well half of the fluid in one go. Placing the mug back on the table he sighed in content, seeking out the maîdre d' with his eyes and nodding as if approving of the drink given to him. Akechi could clearly see the dingo was pleased.
From the corner of his eye Akechi spied a waiter carrying a large silver plate onto another table. As the waiter lifted the lid away, Akechi saw it was, apparently, a very young canine of some sort, -possibly a fox, hard to tell since the tail was cut off- tied tightly and then roasted.
Akechi had to admit the scent was intoxicatingly delicious and the vegetables and sauce spread over the dish was rather pleasing to the eye. Whoever acted as the chef here was definitely a top-grade expert.
A panicked scream not far away from his location made the robed wolf snap his head up, witnessing how the feet of a young bear girl kicked and flailed wildly around as an adult of the same specie was bent low over the girl, the sound of tearing flesh and snapping tendons audible even over the background noise of the cafe.
I'm sorry little one's...I'm afraid you didn't have luck this time. Akechi thought to himself, casting a longing glance then towards the back-area of the cafe, hoping his brother would be quick...
"What is your name, little one...?" Mitsuhide asked quietly, unmoving like a statue whilst the raccoon fidgeted with his shirt and pants.
"R-Rodight..." The cub replied, standing then slowly up after he had finished undressing as he had been ordered, covering his lithe body as best he could with his striped, bushy tail.
The guard-master had kept banging it into Rodight's, as well as everyone else's, head that when that figure, Customer, would come and pick them up they'd have to do as they were told without questioning or horrible things would happen, and so Rodight obliged to do what the scary wolf ordered.
Rodight kept his head low, ears drooping and eyes closed, hoping nothing more than to be back with his mother and family...He had been stuck in the cells for almost a month by now and he had heard the persistent rumors of the Customers doing bad things to the ones that were chosen...none had so far returned after going away with the customer afterall.
The young coon gave an involuntary shiver as he just felt the presence of the massive wolf shifting closer to him, forcing back a sob as he felt a large paw land onto his shoulder. A moment passed but the paw didn't move, so Rodight shifted his eyes slowly upwards, seeing the Customer was kneeling in front of him. The cub was in for another shock as he saw the ebony-furred wolf's face, the coldness replaced with warm tenderness most uncharcteristical to the brute.
"Stand still, this won't hurt..." Mitsuhide said in that even, quiet voice of his.
The wolf closed his eyes for a moment, muttering something Rodight quite didn't understand and then opened his eyes again, making the raccoon-boy instinctively recoil at the sight. where once had been perfectly amber hues, now resided two milky-white eyes. Had the wolf suddenly gone blind?
Mitsuhide dragged his paw over Rodight's body, keeping just barely from touching the raccoon's skin. Deftly Mitsuhide spun Rodight around and repeated the gesture over the coon's back. As he lifted the boy's tail away, making Rodight let out a muffled squeal of displease, the wolf snarled suddenly.
"Who...Who defiled you, little one?" Mitsuhide asked, feeling his temper soaring at what his mage-sight witnessed. Allover the little boy's body were shining red specks, each one telling of a spot where pain had been inflicted. That, however, was nowhere near as infuriating to the wolf than what he found under the bushy, striped tail of the boy: someone had raped the kid not long ago, the red shining like fire all over the raccoon's little rear!
Rodight trembled visibly in Mitsuhide's grasp, his voice barely a whisper as he replied "G-Guard master Alef..."
Mitsuhide stood up. He had gathered all the evidence he needed to make short work of this little cult. The ruse he and his brother, mostly his brother, had came up with had so far worked perfectly; act as customers, get inside, find out the location of the hostages and then slaughter the cultists. The inspection of Rodight's body had merely been a way for Mitsuhide to drive himself into the murderous fury he needed to finish his job.
"Just play along, kid..." Mitsuhide said quietly, pointing at the bed within the room. "Go lie there and keep quiet...I'll return shortly."
With that said, Mitsuhide stormed at the door and kicked it open, roaring in rage at how he had been lied to and deceived, putting up a good show as he played the part of an enraged customer.
Akechi heard the commotion from the backrooms, his keen ears swiveling as he picked up the familiar deep roaring of his brother. The timberwolf pulled the hood of his robe up and smiled. It was time to act at long last...
Snatching up his sword the wolf slowly walked to the door. The guards opened it without questioning, one of them even wishing Akechi a pleasant evening, before the wolf vanished down the hall and up the ladder, confident his brother would deal with most of the dirty work... That was what he was good at.
Baor yelped as he was hoisted to air by the chest of his shirt, the fuming, snarling face of Mitsuhide scant inches away from his. suddenly the dingo was quite glad the wolf had the muzzle-guard on him, as he looked quite ready to tear the dingo's throat open.
"Guaranteed to be pure...Guaranteed to be untouched? I guess you sad fucks didn't expect to have a visitor with the eyesight of a mage!" Mitsuhide bellowed, seeing from the corner of his eye how the guards were shifting nervously, somewhat unsure as to what to do in such a unique situation.
"I..I am s-sure there's been some mistake, mister! I'll make sure the person responsible will be punished most severely for this!" Baor stuttered, vincing in pain as the ebony-furred brute slammed him against the wall and let him fall down to the ground.
"I'll be going to see him right this moment...And He'll be paying with his life for this insult..."
The two guards, lions both and easily bulkier than Mitsuhide, tried to bar his way, pushing the fuming wolf backwards before both unsheathed their longswords.
It was as if the unsheathing of the swords had flipped a switch in the wolf's head, his boiling rage dying out almost immediately, replaced by calmness and peace. Peace which was slowly fading away as his anger begun to once more take control of him, though this time the rage was one hundred percent genuine instead of purely acted.
One of the lions turned his head with a grin towards his fellow to say something. There was the sound of a katana being unsheathed and the words never left the lion's muzzle as a fountain of blood, his blood, erupted across the stone floor from a severed artery on his neck, spattering the maître d' and the other lion in the crimson liquid.
Mitsuhide stood with one katana in his paw, the blade pointing towards the floor, gore trickling steadily across the shining edge. The other lion roared in rage and charged, swinging wildly over his shoulder in an attempt to cleave the wolf in half. The wolf simply stepped to the side and granted the large feline a single, fluid caress of his blade, cutting neatly through the flesh, sinew and tendons on his back, sending another spray of blood across the floor and wall.
Baor whimpered and tried to clamber up, but the slick blood underneath him made him fall time and again. The massive frame of Mitsuhide loomed above him like an Angel of Death, and for a moment, before the merciless steel of the wolf's katana pierced through Baor's eye, the dingo could swear he saw the brute's eyes literally blazing with hatred...
Mitsuhide hammered the door leading to the chamber with the holding-cells. He knew he had to start from here and work his way towards the entrance in order to ensure the children wouldn't be harmed any further...Too many innocent souls had already been sent to be guided to the afterlife by Draxthos, the god of time and death.
Slowly the door opened, the face of Rodofus appearing to the small gap.
"Back so so--?" The bull asked, cut off abruptly as Mitsuhide tore the door open and gutted the stunned bovine from crotch to neck, the spray of blood drenching the wolf's pants and chest, making him look even more threatening than he was; a very difficult feat indeed as the wolf's face, lined by the spiked muzzle guard, was distorted with pure hatred, the canine's haunches arisen as he growled and snarled his fury out for the world to hear.
Alef lifted his gaze from his paperwork as he heard Rodofus say something, the unmistakable sound of fine steel slicing through flesh accompanying the bull's words.
The guard master's eyes flared wide open as he saw, and heard, the spinning katana sailing through the air, impaling his obese body into the chair, the sleek sword having sunken all the way to the hilt in his chest. Alef felt his body starting to convulse uncontrollably, a trickle of blood dripping out of the corner of his muzzle. But...It doesn't hurt? the ferret thought in confusion, the sound of blood rushing in his ears covering every other sound in the room.
The other guards drew their swords to confront the enraged Mitsuhide, the most eager of them dashing heedlessly towards the canine, bellowing obscenities and colourful battlecries.
The guards had thought their superior numbers, some dozen against one, would be enough to scare the brute, but they were taken by surprise as the black beast charged them all in return, a fierce snarl the only sound he made.
The first two guards, a brown stallion and a snow leopard, dropped like empty sacs, their severed heads rolling along the floor with expressions of pain and fear frozen forever on their features.
Mitsuhide deflected with ease the clumsy blow of a tiger guard, pushing him back with sheer force before cleaving the feline's sword arm neatly off, the striped warrior falling to his knees with a pained cry.
The black wolf stabbed left and right, hacking away like a Demon straight from the deepest pits of the Hell. As if the wanton carnage Mitsuhide was wrecking wasn't enough, the fact the lupine's eyes were smiling, telling he was enjoying the bloodshed even if the rest of his face snarled and growled, was definitely disturbing.
It wasn't long before the last of the guard, a rhino, was crawling along the floor, desperate to get out of the room even if his legs had been hacked off.
Mitsuhide followed slowly by the crawling rhino, a mocking laughter erupting from his throat as he watched the bloodied, pathetic wreck trying to escape.
"You should've known better than to join a revolting cult like this..." The wolf said quietly, making the horned brute turn his head towards Mitsuhide. The wolf raised his sword up, blade downwards, impervious to the last beg of mercy the guard cried out before he thrust the katana through the guard's back, wrenching the blade a good half a turn around before pulling it out.
Casually Mitsuhide walked over to the cooling body of Alef, snorting once over the corpse of the fat guard master before withdrawing his blade. Alef had gotten what he deserved...The ferret had bled to death instead of being killed instantly, a suitable death for the sadistic bastard.
Only as the red haze slowly subsided did Mitsuhide remember he had just butchered -with relative ease to boot with- a good dozen men right in front of the children locked up behind the bars. Where ever Mitsuhide looked, he saw horrified, crying or outright repulsed cubs.
He felt a pang of regret in his chest. These kids didn't deserve to see all this, they didn't deserve to carry the mental scars from all this cult had done to them. No, children of their age should've been out there, playing and learning instead of being locked up in this sinkhole the gods had apparently forsaken...Forsaken, but not forgotten.
"I will return shortly...There are still evil men out there, so for your own safety you must stay in the cells a little longer. Just...Just don't look at those who dared to defile you...Don't look while I'm gone, understood?" The wolf said in his typical slow, quiet tone before leaving the cells. There was still a lot of work to be done...
Vesmor bolted through the door leading away from the dining hall, away from what was happening there...Away from that ebony-furred Demon. Like out of nowhere the canine had arrived, dashing to the dining hall only to start wildly cutting down every person he saw, roaring in delight as he carved a bloody path through the tightly packed hall.
The white wolf slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside. He had been lucky enough to be near the exit so he had made it out before the maniac, or any panicked customer for that matter, managed to escape. This sure is a big dent in my business... the wolf thought sourly, trudging towards the ladder leading to the streets of the city and to freedom. All he had to do was to retrieve a backpack from one of the rooms upstairs and he could be on his way to another city where he could open another restaurant.
Vesmor smiled. Yes, it was already time to relocate anyway. This town had grown way too small for him, his 'raw material' supply having run thinner and thinner by the month.
Some year ago there had been plenty of stray kids running around on the streets. Now there were none, so his men had had to resort to kidnapping any kids they could find. This, naturally, was going to rouse suspicions in due time, so Vesmor wasn't really surprised this all had happened.
Then again, he had expected atleast the militia, if not the Baron's army, to raid the place instead of one measly killing machine.
Climbing up the stairs, Vesmor couldn't shake off the unpleasant thought he had forgotten something vital, something extremely crucial.
Vesmor pushed the hatch open and breathed in the decently fresh air of the city.
"Going somewhere?" A pleasantly calm, polite voice asked.
Vesmor froze, finally remembering what it was he had forgotten. There had been two of the wolves! The black Demon running rampant downstairs had a brother with him...Brother which Vesmor had not seen in the dining hall when all hell broke loose.
The white wolf turned his head slowly, looking upwards directly to the calm, friendly eyes of the robed timberwolf. On his shoulder the robed figure held his unsheathed nodachi. Vesmor opened his muzzle to reply, but his snide retort turned into a cry of pain as Akechi swung the sword about, slicing Vesmor's head clean off, his corpe tumbling down the ladder. Vesmor's headless body hit the floor with a soft thud, the canine's head staring frightfully at Akechi, who nonchalantly kicked the head down into the hole.
Akechi sat down on one of the stools in the room, patiently waiting for his brother to arrive. He wasn't surprised at all to see a tidalwave of cubs in blue clothes swarming out of the hole after perhaps twenty more minutes.
"Well done, brother..." he whispered, his smile broadening a touch.
The blood-soaked black wolf climbed out of the hole a good hour after the last child, a raccoon boy who, for some reason, gave Akechi a hug, mumbling something about it being from his Saviour before bolting on his way.
Mitsuhide, gave his brother a small grin, staggering a little out of exhaustion and the multitude of wounds he had sustained during the slaughter downstairs.
Akechi simply threw his robe over Mitsuhide to cover the bloody form of his brother from prying eyes. Underneath his robe the timberwolf had a pair of comfortably loose pants, beautifully pearl-white in colour with a black lotus embroidered to the left hip, the pants held up with a crimson sash, identical to the one Mitsuhide had.
"We must get out of here, out of this city and back home to report our task is done." Akechi whispered, putting an arm around Mitsuhide's shoulders to support the injured warrior. "Did you leave the note for the guard to find?"
The black wolf merely nodded and grunted in answer to his brother's words, in too much pain to talk properly. Then again, Mitsuhide was always one of the strong, silent guys.
Akechi led his brother out of the building and to the streets, using the shadows cast by the rapidly rising Solarion to cover their presence wherever possible. Pubs, more or less ramshackle two storey buildings, shops, smithies, stables and a myriad of other buildings were left behind the further away the two canines traveled from the slums where the cult and their cafe had been.
"How long before they figure out something is amiss in there?" Mitsuhide asked quietly.
"It all depends...A couple of weeks if those kids we set free can't remember the way, a couple of hours, maybe, if they do." Came Akechi's calm reply.
Passing over a bridge which crossed the river piercing right through the city, Akechi suddenly stopped and let his brother rest against the stony railing as he went about unstrapping the large sword slung over his bare back. Mitsuhide quirked an eyebrow at the timberwolf as he, with a blank expression, tossed the sword to the dark waters below.
Mitsuhide smiled faintly "You've never been one to like killing, brother...But what a couple we make! A Blood Demon and a White Lotus." Mitsuhide was, naturally, referring to the two clans they were part of.
Suddenly the black wolf gave a feeble cough and slumped to the ground, grunting once as he dug two of his fingers into one of the small cuts on his side. With a sharp hiss of pain the ebony lupine pulled out almost three inches long piece of slim metal.
"Rapier...The Chef of that damned cafe was a Duelist or then a Swashbuckler...Either way, he was the one to put up the biggest struggle." Mitsuhide said quietly in response to his brother's concerned and curious looks.
Akechi nodded once, helping his wounded comrade up again. Dawn was drawing near and they had to make it out of the city fast whilst they still had the cover of darkness on their side.
Almost at the gates, open even at the dead of night with just a single guard, Mitsuhide gave a feeble cough, droplets of blood falling to the stony road. The black wolf grunted something Akechi didn't quite hear and then went limp as an empty sack in his brother's arms.
The timberwolf merely huffed softly and picked up the brutish wolf onto his shoulders, carrying him past the quietly snoozing hyena who stood guard at the entrance; a further sign of the city's people thinking they were quite safe so deep in the heart of Tor Anlec, the largest kingdom in the land of Zaragrath.
Pain. Dull, faint, throbbing pain. That was what Mitsuhide felt as he came to. The black-furred wolf gave a grunt and forced his reluctant eyes open, blinking in the faint light streaming in from somewhere to his left.
Propping himself up on his elbows the wolf noticed he was lying on a bed made of dry hay in a small cave. Wraps of white linen covered his body here and there; bandages used to tie his wounds. Other than the bandages the wolf noticed he was just the way he'd born: buck-naked. Grunting again Mitsuhide wrenched himself into a sitting position, his whole body feeling like it had been filled with lead.
"Take it easy...You've been out for the past day and half." The familiar voice of Akechi streamed into Mitsuhide's ears. A gentle but demanding paw pressed against Mitsuhide's chest and forced him back down onto his makeshift bed. In some way the ebony lupine was glad his brother was there to take care of him, though at the same time he was mildly annoyed by the way his big brother treated him. Well...big brother with the difference of twenty two minutes.
"Thanks..." Mitsuhide mumbled, closing his eyes again for a moment. A rare smile curled onto his muzzle as he felt Tade's (that's how he called his brother) soft paw stroking along the silken edge of his ear, the black lupine murring quietly in content. After the passing of their mother -their father had died in some war they had heard- it had just been him and Tade, and Tade seemed to be the only person who Mitsuhide felt understood him.
"By the way, where are we...?" Mitsuhide asked
"In a cave some four hours away from Daelron, the city where our mission took place."
Once more Mitsuhide opened his eyes to look at his brother. Tade still wore the white pants, but now he also had a vest-like jacket, matching in colour and with high collar, to go with it. In a way the bright, light colours of Tade's clothing only ever enhanced the ice-eyed wolf's natural beauty.
Tade smiled down at his brother. He had been named after their mother, whilst Mitsuhide had been named after their father, thus the different last names. Even so the same blood flowed in their veins and only strengthened their bond. The fact they had joined different clans when coming of age -as was the tradition of their people- the two were still inseparable. Mitsuhide the Blood Demon, member of a clan of fierce warriors who feared nothing and Tadekatsu the White Lotus, clansman of a clan that valued life very very much, almost as much as the Shaolin monks, but not quite as much.
"We really are like night and day, brother..." Mitsuhide whispered "I kill with a smile on my face, whilst you do so with a heavy heart and tears in your eyes."
"Like the sacred Ying and Yang we are the opposites that fulfill each other and thus create a harmony." Tade said softly, dropping his vest with a roll of his shoulders. Without saying anything else Tade swung a leg over Mitsuhide, straddling his brother and leaning down to kiss the ebony-furred lupine with all the loving gentleness residing in his heart. Mitsuhide answered to Tade's kiss in his own way, with burning passion and lust, his bandaged arms wrapping around Tade's shoulders, pressing the other wolf against his chest.
After just a short moment Tade broke away from the kiss, his paws already uncoiling the sash from his waist. "It's been a while..."
Mitsuhide felt slightly vulnerable without the muzzle-guard on, but at the same time he knew it would only hinder him in what he was going to do. Not to mention, he felt perfectly safe as long as Tade was with him; nothing else in the world mattered save for the love he shared with his one and only brother. Mitsuhide didn't reply, not verbally atleast, his amber eyes fixed into the ice-blue hues of the wolf on top of him. Those eyes...They looked cold when looking only briefly, but that was a deceiving image, for any look longer than brief would show without doubt the tender warmth which resided in the gentle heart of Tade.
The black wolf felt a slight shiver pass through him. Tade was so different from him, but that only made Mitsuhide's feelings stronger. Tade seemed to be everything he wasn't; kind, loving and gentle. Level-headed, polite and slow to anger.
Still smiling softly Tade pulled the sash away and dropped it to the ground, the wolf slowly snaking his pants over the twin-mounds of his rump and down his well-defined legs, leaving him just as naked as his brother, their nude forms pressed against each other. Mitsuhide could feel his brother's solid sheath pressing into his stomach, the black lupine's sheath nestled firmly in the crevice of Tadekatsu's butt.
Tade pressed his nose into Mitsuhide's neck and gave his brother a small nip. "Just relax...Let me do the work this time." Tade whispered, gyrating his hips slowly, making Mitsuhide hiss softly in delight. The smooth motions of Tade's rump over his sheath made Mitsuhide curl his toes, his tongue dangling limply out of the side of his muzzle. Mitsuhide had to forcefully suppress the urge to take the reigns, throw his brother down and have his way with him; the ebony wolf had learned it paid off in the end...Always.
A gentle giggle, rather girlish for a guy like Tadekatsu, left the wolf's muzzle as he felt the pink shaft of his brother starting to emerge fromt he confines of his sheath, rubbing slowly over Tade's tailhole as the grey wolf continued to slowly move his hips, teasing Mitsuhide. Tade knew Mitsuhide was going through a heavy internal struggle, trying to will down the beast within him. Just one glance at the amber hues of his beloved brother told Tade all he needed to know; Mitsuhide was healthy -and eager- enough to get the job done.
With a soft sigh of content Tade turned around and crawled to the feet of the bed. Still smiling the wolf raised his rump to the air and curled his tail to the side, one of his paws spreading his buttocks to show his tailhole to Mitsuhide. Tade's sly look taunted Mitsuhide as if the grey canine was saying "You think you are healthy enough? Then come here and claim your prize..."
It was a challenge Mitsuhide was definitely going to take. The black wolf grunted and snarled quietly as he forced himself up, slowly sliding his knees underneath his body to get from sitting to kneeling; not an easy feat for his strained, wounded body. As Mitsuhide placed his paws onto Tade's pert rump, a lusty, triumphant grin spread onto the black-furred canine's face. He had won the challenge his brother had set and now was the time for his reward.
With a feral snarl Mitsuhide let himself go, allowing his wild nature to kick in. He knew Tade loved to be taken roughly, and Mitsuhide loved to take his brother forcibly. Unceremoniously Mitsuhide wrapped his arms around Tade's waist and thrust forth with his hips, burying himself in one go to the hilt inside his brother's tailhole.
Tade threw his head back and moaned loudly. "Oh, brother...! I've been bad..." Tade gasped out, another moan leaving his muzzle as Mitsuhide clamped his jaws onto the grey wolf's neck scruff.
"You took a life, brother...for that sin I'll punish you." Mitsuhide replied, his voice warped and muffled a little. Forcibly the black wolf started to breed his brother, thrusting with force, driving himself to the hilt with every thrust, the sound of Tade's whimpers and moans pure bliss to the dominant canine's ears. The fact Tade had laid his ears flat against his skull and hung his head low in submission turned Mitsuhide on even more. Tade was his bitch and the fact the grey wolf admitted it -even if it was just acting- made Mitsuhide snarl in dominance.
Tade could only whimper as Mitsuhide bred him with force and dominance, the dominant behaviour of his brother feeling just so damn good to Tade, who simply gave his body to be used by Mitsuhide as the black lupine pleased. The thick length of Mitsuhide's wolfhood kept on hammering into Tade's velvety, slick, hot passage relentlessly and without an ounce of mercy, the pressure on Tade's prostate making the wolf's head swim.
Drowning in bliss, the grey wolf continued to whimper and whine, though he did so with a faint smile on his face, a smile he hid by hanging his head even lower.
Mitsuhide inhaled deep, the mingled musk of his brother and his own, combining into the heavy scent of arousal drifting like a blanket int he cave, just fuelled the fire burning within him. The black wolf could feel the base of his maleness growing numb, but he ignored that, simply pounding as hard into the rump of his willing brother as he could.
As his orgasm hit him, Mitsuhide threw his head back and howled from the bottom of his heart, ropes of wolfy semen uncoiling into the bowels of Tade, who groaned heavily in bliss, the grey wolf reachign his own peak mere heartbeats after Mitsuhide did, joining in the howl of his dark-furred brother as he shot his load onto the hay underneath him.
In the afterglow the two of them slumped down onto the hays, nestled comfortably in each other's arms. Tade could feel the seed of his brother dripping from his tailhole and he absolutely loved that feeling. "I love you, brother..." Tade whispered.
"I love you, brother..." Came Mitsuhide's reply.
Edited the story a little, cutting of the last scene.