Howling

Howling
By Mieren

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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and sadly enough I don’t make any money writing this.

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Heero was badly wounded from his mission. While escaping he had been shot twice, once in the shoulder and once in the thigh, and he had been caught in an explosion he had set off, the blast flinging him into a wall and bruising his ribs badly.

Free from the base, he ran towards the trees in search of cover in the dark of night. Patrols would be set up along the roads. Anyone following him explicitly would have the tracking job of a lifetime, assuming that they didn’t have dogs. Even if they had canines, their efforts would be in vain. Heero could hide his trail easily enough, but he hadn’t had time to stop the blood flow from his arm or leg. To prevent the dogs following his trail, he scattered powdered opium behind him as he ran. If for some reason the dogs were still coherent after their first whiff, they’d quickly lose their sense of smell and be useless.

After about half a mile, Heero ran out of the drug. He kept running, hoping that any dogs following him had been drugged sufficiently to lose track of him despite the ample trail of blood he was leaving behind. Dizzy from blood loss, he only managed another two miles before he had to find someplace to hide. His first instinct was to keep going until he managed to put a fairly impressive distance between himself and the base he had just destroyed, but his health didn’t allow it. In lieu of distance, he forced himself to settle on a hiding spot. Upon investigation, a small crevice in the earth turned out to be a shallow cave, extending twenty feet back and dipping into the earth at a slight angle and curving slightly to the right. Heero didn’t hesitate before moving to the very back, hunching under the four foot clearance.

Briefly, he envied Duo. The American pilot wore a massive amount of clothing filled with a number of pockets containing anything he thought might be pertinent. Like medical supplies, which Heero was now wishing he had. For lack of anything better, he pulled off his shirt and tore it into strips to bind his right shoulder somewhat clumsily, doing the same with his shorts for his left thigh just above his knee.

Knowing logically that he would probably have to hide for some time until either help came or the guards were lack enough for him to get by, he curled up in one of the corners to rest. Outside the cave, he could hear the distant barking of dogs, most of them sounding severely disoriented. Just before he fell asleep, he heard a mournful howl of a timber wolf echoing eerily through the trees.

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Heero awoke somewhat groggily, his well-trained mind registering another presence with him. More quickly than could be registered by the human eye, he drew his gun and leveled it at the invader. Curious ice blue eyes peered back at him innocently from a furry face. He refrained from firing, knowing that Oz was still searching for him.

Timber wolf, Heero thought as he studied the animal. The wolf was a huge male, weighing easily a hundred and fifty pounds. His fur was a steely gray with some black markings and pure snowy white on his underside and legs. Large triangular ears were cocked forward in interest as he sniffed the air, scenting the human who had entered into his territory.

Since the beast wasn’t acting hostile, Heero lowered his gun, though he continued to watch the gray wolf carefully. Moving very slowly, the wolf inched forward, stretching his neck to sniff at Heero’s face. Slowly, as though doing it for the first time, he extended his tongue, licking Heero’s cheek with the tip of the pink tongue. He repeated the gesture a few times, curious of the flavor of the flecks of blood on the terrorist’s face. Heero couldn’t help a small smile, the gesture brought to mind the memory of a little girl and her puppy. The little brown puppy had licked him too.

At ease, Heero returned the gesture, reaching out with one hand to gingerly pet the wolf, curling his fingers to scratch behind the black-tipped silver ear. The beast moved forward, stepping over one of Heero’s shoulders to stand over him, sniffing at the bloody form beneath him. Heero let him, too tired to resist and really not caring as long as the animal was not aggressive. He half hoped that the wolf’s scent would ward off the searching dogs.

The animal continued to crawl across Heero, sniffing at him repeatedly and occasionally moving about the downed pilot. Something warm and moist pressed against the globes of his ass and Heero jerked upright, curling to the side a little to see what the wolf was up to. The wolf’s silver furred hips had lowered and a forming erection was making its entrance into the chill air. He almost wrenched away when he heard an Oz troop stomp by. All it would take was for one of them to hear his cursing or struggles and it was over.

Defeated by the situation, Heero went lax and decided that he’d let the wolf do whatever he whished so long as it didn’t draw attention to his escape from a successful mission. An insistent nudge was all the warning he received before he was filled with an engorged wolf erection. Hissing in pain, he curled his fingers into the earth to steady himself for further thrusts.

Accepting that it was happening, Heero raised his hips to a new angle, forcing the wolf to alter his position as well and consequentially shoving his length against a more pleasurable place in the brunette. Dark eyebrows furrowed. That actually felt… nice. More than that even, he was enjoying himself and that baffled him more than anything. Gay was one thing, but a wolf was another, and it still felt amazing. He was surprised when he noticed that he was even pushing back.

Turning his head, Heero noticed that the wolf’s head was resting near his own. Not even sure why he did it, he bit his lower lip with enough force to draw blood. Scenting the coppery smell, the wolf tilted his jaws to ensure that there was indeed blood, a pale pink tongue flipping forth to taste the treat, his thrusts never slowing. The rasping tongue, even against his split lip felt pleasant and he considered biting himself again so that the pink muscle wouldn’t leave his lips.

Suddenly feeling daring, he licked back. The tongue paused. For a moment, Heero thought that he had offended his official rapist, but he reconsidered when the gray muzzle pressed against his face, seeking the same attention he had given the pilot while still hammering into him. Tentatively, Heero began to lick back, focusing closely on the distinctive canines, afraid of being bitten. His fears were alleviated when a pink tongue met his own to return his attentions.

Resting his weight entirely on one elbow, he stroked his own hard length in time with the wolf’s thrusts. Before long, the feelings of being licked in a mock kiss, masturbating himself and being pounded by a wolf took their turn in finishing him. Heero came forcefully into the dirt, the tightening of his insides forcing the wolf to follow, filling him with heated seed of a species not his own. Sated, he sank to the earth, surprised when the wolf followed him, lying across his back and still fully imbedded in him.

Dogs were barking nearby. The wolf howled loudly, driving off most of the dogs. Growling, the wolf pulled out of Heero and advanced on the animals still tracking him. One short fight later, the dogs vanished, several of them horribly wounded while the wolf had no more than a few scratches. No Oz soldiers checked out the cave since it was obviously inhabited by a wolf.

Heero stared, perplexed. Why was this wild animal protecting him? He thought back to some of the conversations he had had with Trowa. Wolves mated for life. That meant that he had to leave a horny wolf forever in solitude or bring him back and serve as the male’s mate, effectively becoming the bitch.

The decision took little time. He had enjoyed himself, and more importantly the wolf seemed to be protective of him. After the dogs were gone, he clicked his tongue a few times, drawing the wolf back to him. Smiling faintly, he hooked his arm around the beast’s shoulders, allowing it to partially carry him to his Gundam. He helped the animal to the small space behind his seat and quickly took off, petting the beast every time that it jumped or shivered.

The wolf was his and he was the wolf’s. Whatever the other pilots thought about that was not his concern. The wolf, Ryu he decided to call him, was now his.

He made a mental note to keep his door locked when he was alone with Ryu.

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OWARI

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