Werewolves, meet Jane Eyre…

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‘He doesn’t want to play at brother wolves.  Romulus and Remus can go take a hike, the romance of their tale is lost on him entirely.  (God damn Ree for making him into Scheherezade.  For reading him more stories night after night, since drawing him into an intimacy like ropes about his chest and arms. All the fault of Jane Eyre that first day: Ree has woven a whole romance about their reunion, as well as their boyhood amity, and now must replay it constantly.  His own Mr Rochester: but Penn remembers, Miss Jane had a few pithy opinions about the man, however infatuated.

But anyway.  A three, four mile run? After the night he’s had already?’

-Alex Ankarr, ‘Wolf Runaway’.

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Wolf Slave 33 – Alex Ankarr

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He hates wolves: it’s the first principle of his life. This is a matter purely initiated through necessity, and for his own potential advantage. He feels an odd spasm, a twist at his heart, as Ree murmurs more, rubs his face deeper into Penn’s neck and sighs gustily. Reaches, catches, squeezes Penn’s hand.

Penn could never love a wolf, no, never. It’s an impossibility. It would lead to nothing but trouble for him.

Penn hopes that he could never love a wolf.

-FIN-

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Wolf Slave 32 – Alex Ankarr

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Ree’s in love with him. Whether he’s going to express it that way or not – to a chattel, to a slave, to the friend of his youth – Penn isn’t a fool. He can work it out for himself. There’s barely an equation involved: it’s plain fact. He’s averted something: this isn’t, now, going to be a fast loveless fuck up against the wall or over the table. So where? There’s a big roomy leather couch in the treatment room to the side of the main hall, he remembers. There, then.

And he brushes kisses against Ree’s cheek, feels the stir and tremble it yanks out of him. ‘Not here,’ he murmurs, and strokes Ree’s hand. After that it’s pathetically easy for Penn to lead him by the hand, and lay him down on the couch, before stripping off his tunic and leggings before him.

Ree watches wide-eyed, and Penn feels all the power of it. A slave, he is: and he has this wolf in the hollow of his hand. Who’s the slave, right now? He feels every second of Ree’s eyes on him as he reveals his body: gathers his nerve together and watches his master pull his clothes off fast enough to leave fabric burns, surely.

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Wolf Slave 31 – Alex Ankarr

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There must be an extraordinary power in his voice: for it has stilled Ree completely, though he’s still pushed and bent back against the table, Ree’s body pressed up against his, hard and desirous. And Ree’s voice is a low burr. ‘That… wasn’t what I wanted. First we were friends: long since, back in the mists of time, it seems now. I never forgot: I missed you when you were gone. And when I found you and had you back, it seemed like perhaps we could regain that happiness. But you hated me on principle: oh, don’t deny it. Didn’t I say I could smell it on you?’ He reaches down, though, and takes a hold of both Penn’s hands, pulls them from his hair and shoulder to clasp them tight.

Penn gives away more than he intends, his voice more raw than it should be – he knows better than to show this much weakness – when he says, ‘I felt I had reason. You don’t know – there are things that have happened, to me. To my mother, when she was alive. You don’t know the life of a slave.’ He clamps his lips, then. He won’t say more: will not give details. Even if he wanted to, it would hurt too much. He can’t do that: certainly, not yet. He’ll choose another moment: one when it will benefit him more, is necessary to win Ree’s sympathy and support. To gain funds or favours or freedom, some other moment.

So he calculates: but still he’s hard as Ree, and still his hard self-protectiveness has been a little broken down. Ree seems to guess at some of what he’s hinting, in any case: pulls his head back and leans, takes a hold of Penn’s face and stares into it, searching. ‘I don’t know who it was, who hurt you,’ he says finally. ‘But I will deal with that for you, at some point. Someone has a beating coming.’ And Penn draws an unsteady breath: perhaps he might have Ree do that. He well might.

But right now… Ree brushes lips against his hair: it’s good. It’s very good, it’s a vast improvement. The sudden jerk and leap of his heart has nothing to say in the matter: it’s potentially useful, that’s all.

He’s snugged in closer: and that’s it, from a bruising, intimidating pursuit, suddenly he’s being snuggled up close there: tender as well as intense. ‘I kept thinking,’ Ree murmurs, ‘that if I didn’t push you too much, if I took it slow, then we could be friends again. Then it was about more than that. I’d forgotten you were beautiful: I’d only remembered you were funny, and stubborn, and had a temper like an oncoming train… none of which you were showing me, too busy being the perfect slave and hating my guts…’ His touches now are still gentle, but quicker, more urgent. He’s speaking up against Penn’s hair: rubbing his face against it.

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Wolf Slave 30 – Alex Ankarr

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It would be easier if it wasn’t setting Penn’s own loins on fire, wasn’t making him weak and numb-limbed, ready to submit most truly, to give Ree whatever he demands as if he had the right, truly, to demand it. But no. He has to take control of this: for the sake of his entire future. So he doesn’t resist: because that might lead to anger, and make a quick angry fuck and being discarded as evidence of shame and culpability, all the more likely.

No, if anything he twines and lingers up against Ree’s hard body, all the more pliant, giving him no resistance. Letting his arms twine up and around Ree’s neck, his thick bull-neck as Ree gets his hands up, ready to push Penn down on the table. And it works, up to a point: a soft warm welcome has Ree’s hands suddenly gentling, less forceful and more caressing. The hand in Penn’s hair is almost tender in an instant: and it’s unfortunate, really, because that makes Penn remember the owner who’d used and abused him. That one had loved his hair, the white-blond fire of it, and the blueness of his eyes too. His colouring has always made him remarkable, noticeable: far from a good thing, usually, for a slave. Perhaps it’s part of why Ree has remembered him so long, kept on looking for him past the point where it made any sense.

But he pushes that away, because there are things more important. Survival is more important, and flourishing is more important still. Holding and pressing his advantages, that’s what he requires of himself.

Remembering that makes it easier to push himself up against Ree, instead of flinching and pulling away. (Or merely co-operating sexually, which would be easy enough. Now, pressed against the table, their hard-ons are pressed up against each other, and every pleasurable-painful throb makes it harder to think.) He can feel how it encourages the ardour, but gentle ardour, now, of Ree’s response: rubbing his body up against Penn, but less harsh, less forceful. More, there, of wanting to elicit a response, an arousal in return. That’s to be encouraged, it’s all to the good.

He leans to whisper into Ree’s ear, and knows what to say. It’s instinct: they know each other, even if they’ve been dancing around each other, these last days and weeks. ‘Why didn’t you just take me, then?’ he whispers. But he lets his hand stray up, to the raven glint of Ree’s hair, as he says it, to take the sting out. ‘If I’m property, a chattel: if I’m a slave. You could have: there’s barely a soul in the land would not acquit you as within your rights. That’s if they even thought it worth remarking on.’ And suddenly, truly, he wants to know. ‘Why didn’t you?’

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Wolf Slave 29 – Alex Ankarr

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Fortunately Ree speaks again, and drags his attention to other things, before he can do anything so unutterably foolish. ‘All the care I have taken, what a fool I’ve been. Not that I didn’t know it: and my mother was quick enough to tell me so. To think to court you slow, to acclimatize you to the idea… What a fool I’ve been. To court a chattel, to seek permission and budding of feeling, to build on fond memories of childhood friendship…’ He shakes Penn a little, and his voice is raw and rough. Penn still keeps his eyes modest, submits: but he wants to look up, now, for other reasons. He wants to see what’s in those green eyes. They must surely be the shade of a stormy sea right now.

Ree gives him one last shake, and his head jolts back with it, so he gets to see the grimace on that handsome face, the snarl on his lips. ‘I should have bent you over my bed and fucked you like any other owner would have. These past weeks I’ve tried to get close, but all I get out of you is flattery and lies and hate. You think you’re so clever, as if I can’t tell: the stink of hate pours off you, Penn. I’m just another wolf and master to you, aren’t I: well, I suppose I may as well act like one.’

Penn’s pretty much a fool not to expect what comes next. But it’s still a shock, when Ree bends his head and bites Penn’s neck, and he can’t do a thing to help the cry that bursts from his lips. Not every bite from werewolf, born or made, can turn a human: it takes intent and other ingredients besides, and is rare enough in any case. Slaves aren’t so very cheap that owners are eager to lose one: and it’s illegal to keep a wolf, even a turned one, as a slave, though in that case they may be made a freed servant.

Then Penn’s being jostled backwards, towards the trestle table in the middle of the room, and Ree’s hands are everywhere. He’d be disingenuous if he said that the notion of this happening comes as a complete shock: he’s cogitated enough, wondering over Ree’s intentions, if old childhood bonds have developed now into adult attraction. But this isn’t the way it should happen: and there’s a reason for that. The reason is that, after the last time, Penn swore that if he ever wound up getting fucked by a master again, he’d turn it somehow to his own advantage. He wouldn’t just be getting used.

And this, this thing with Ree, it has potential: potential to be useful to him, to enhance his life. But not this way, the way it’s going as Ree has his hands all over Penn, is roughly feeling at his ass and his arms, his chest, puts a hand in his hair and grasps it firmly enough to force him along and back. The way this is going, it’s going to end with Penn getting fucked over a table, and he can’t have that. A quick rough easy fuck, that’s all he’ll be to Ree then, without influence or softer feelings involved. And the first encounter can determine later ones: if it begins that way then it’s liable to continue so, for as long as it does continue. He must turn this back, set them back on course for softer, more emotional channels.

It would just be so much easier if he wasn’t at all attracted to Ree. It would be easier without Ree’s hands all over him now: hot and hard and wanting, as he pushes Penn up against the table and puts his lips over Penn’s face, his neck, in kisses that aren’t one bit tender: are angry and tasting and most purely lustful, exploratory of something he means to have.

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Wolf Slave 28 – Alex Ankarr

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And now he’s for it: Ree has jerked back, too, almost instantaneously, grabbed a hold of him by both arms, and is looking full into his face with wild, wild eyes. And wild eyes on a werewolf are pretty damned wild: there’s a glint in Ree’s, that tell Penn he’s at real risk now, and must tread with the utmost care. ‘I’m sorry, my lord,’ he begins. ‘I apologise most deeply.’ And he’d do well to end right there: but Penn has always been pretty close to a fool on certain subjects. He lifts his eyes: just glancingly. ‘But why, my lord, why would you…’ And he peters out: but his meaning is clear enough.

Ree throws him away from himself, and stalks to the other side of the hall: and rants as he does it. Penn accounts himself fairly lucky to be ranted at: rather than, say, torn limb from limb. ‘I’ll do as I please. In my own household, Penn, my own household, I think I have a right to dispose of my… of members of staff as I see fit.’ He’s not even looking at Penn: has leaned to look out the window, is clutching at the internal railing that circles the cabin. It squeaks, almost buckles under the strain. ‘Of course, it is not my business if you choose to…’ The pause is long, and Ree seems to collect himself, to come to and wake up a little.

Then he swivels around, and lopes back to Penn, and takes a hold of his forearm once more. It’s not a savage grip: only hard and steady, and his look is intent, his mouth a very thin line. ‘No. Scratch that: it is entirely my business. You are property, Penn, as is she. I will dispose of the pair of you as I see fit, I will: only think yourself lucky I do not bar you from her company and sell her to the local whore-house while I’m at it. Enjoy her while you can: it’ll be brief enough.’

Penn’s limbs tremble under the force of Ree’s grip, and it’s not from fear. It should be, but it isn’t. This is his problem, right here: he hasn’t the self-preservation to keep his anger and rebellion tamped down, or only just barely. Never has had: it’s a wonder he’s survived this long. Now, he should be quaking under Ree’s hands, aware of their deadly potential. But no, instead he’s quaking with fury. And what he longs, absolutely longs to do, is to lift his eyes and stare right into his master’s face. And to strike him.

And if he has such a deathwish, he might as well take the sharpest knife from the kitchen here, and drive it straight into his heart forthwith, to make of the job a quicker one.

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Wolf Slave 27 – Alex Ankarr

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Damn all wolves, Penn thinks viciously. Damn most especially their heightened senses: and this is half the trouble of being a slave to wolf-kin. You just can’t get away with anything. So he makes his mind up to it, makes a clean breast of it. It’s embarrassing, though: he’s not just dropping his eyes out of guileful submission. ‘It was Greta,’ he admits, and does his best not to sound sulky or furtive, for it’ll help his case not at all. ‘The maid with-’

But he’s cut off mid sentence: Ree is suddenly quite calm, and steps away from him. ‘I know the one. Handly little slut: has her dugs stuck out at every and any likely fellow that comes her way. You needn’t think yourself especially flattered, there, Penn, especially since it’s likely only that since you’re recently favoured and-’ But he stops abruptly himself: for, after all, to go on would mean, Penn thinks shrewdly, to admit that he’s been favouring Penn beyond the common way. And that would skew their relationship, perhaps, beyond the regular master and servant one, in ways that could be confusing to both of them.

As if he weren’t confused enough, himself, already. But after a momentary pause, Ree continues. ‘In any case, make the most of her… abilities while you can. I’m having her moved to the Carson pack very shortly.’

And he turns to go: and Penn stills absolutely in shock. Because he’s heard nothing of this, prior to this moment. Not from Greta, and not from any other member of the household, slave or master. And what’s more, he has a feeling there’s a reason for that.

No slave likes to be moved from household to household, and for good reasons: he has a feeling he’s responsible for this, and will be answerable to Greta for it. It’s a very uneasy feeling, a guilty shock in itself: and perhaps partly responsible for him forgetting himself and his place so utterly. Utterly enough, that he’s done it before he even knows it: reached out and caught a hold of Ree’s arm, as he turns to move away.

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Wolf Slave 26 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 26 – Alex Ankarr

Penn knows, pretty much, that he’s in trouble. He’s not quite sure why. It seems odd, and more than that, unfair: with all the things he’s done, even at this early date, to merit reproof, and got away with it. And now, when he isn’t even sure of what it is that he’s accused, he’s for it? For the high jump? He shakes his head: and that’s what seems to do it. At the very least it brings Ree loping over to his side, sharp and heavy both, his footfalls shaking the planked wooden flooring. He stops up short just ahead of Penn: and with the fluid ease of an alpha, he changes back to human-form.

In wolf-form Penn could well tell that Ree was displeased: but in human-form it’s rendered that much more clear, his human face and its expressions more comprehensible. Ree is furious. With Penn. Who takes an abrupt step back, then stills, because neither staying nor going, holding his ground nor retreating, seem a wise move. At least he can accelerate the fall of the axe, though: because this apprehension is its own form of torture.

‘Sir,’ he asks – because Ree has not yet invited him to use his given name, though in days past he’s seemed on the very verge of it a dozen times, and Penn could swear he’s practically seen it hovering on the wolf-kin’s lips – ‘What is it that I’ve done? If you will tell me then perhaps I can make amends, can make an effort to repair my fault. But not to know…?’

He looks as helpless and meek as he can possibly manage: though it’s hard to summon up, because even against a werewolf – even against this werewolf – his first instinct is to stand and argue. He’s always had terrible instincts, for a slave. It’s designed to placate: but he doesn’t think it’s worked too well. Ree just ranges in close again, closer than he was before and his face still darker, wilder. And with his human nose, he takes a great lupine sniff at Penn again, then gets a hold of his tunic and pulls him up so that they’re torso to torso.

But his voice is very quiet. ‘Who was it?’ he asks, and the penny drops at that, for Penn. But he adjudges it the wiser part to play dumb, for all that.

‘Sir?’ he manages. ‘I do not quite understand…’

And something in Ree’s face is calmer, counter-intuitively, at the lie. His grasp on Penn’s shirt grows less fierce: though he doesn’t quite let him go. With his other hand he touches Penn’s shoulder. Then his face. Wolves, they are tactile creatures. Even a slave they treat as half-pack (though the lowest of the epsilon low), half-possession. ‘Yes, you understand, Penn,’ he says, his eyes roaming from Penn’s dropped eyes, over his face and hair, down to his own hand that still holds Penn close. ‘Who did you fuck, while I was gone, out in the hills and woods and roaming like any wolf. You can tell me, for I’ll do her no harm.’ He leans in and sniffs, again. ‘For it was a woman, wasn’t it? One of the serving wenches. I can tell: what’s the use to lie to me?’

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Wolf Slave 25 – Alex Ankarr

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He noses his way through the thronging blue-blood wolves, through the servants and slaves, and both groups are eager to get out of his way, to make way and give him passage to-. To find Penn, just coming up to the lodge main door, and they meet head-on in the doorway.

He’s ready with a hot glass, a plate, a robe, and all set to be of service, the very model of a good manservant, appropriately deferential, not in the least taking advantage or presuming upon previously bestowed favours. He knows better, much better.

And what he expects, is for Ree to go through the change, to proffer him a few terse instructions, to dress and drink and eat. And then for them to return to their own estate (for this is merely an associate branch) and their own quarters. It is only another monthly pack meet. It’s nothing to get excited about.

But Ree doesn’t change: seems disinclined to alter from his wolf state, and uninterested in food and drink, in clothing, in anything much besides Penn himself. What he does is to sniff at Penn, feet and crotch and hands and pits and hair, and finally face. He takes good long highly audible wolf inhales and exhales, so that not only Penn, but all those surrounding them, know, can’t help but know, exactly what it is that he’s at when he does it.

Ree does not change, then, unlike all the rest of the wolf class assembled. He bears them company and bids them farewell in wolf form: and from their stillness and careful attention, Penn knows full well this isn’t usual. All the rest of the slaves and servants he sends home, too, including the chauffeur who’d been scheduled to take himself and Penn back to the mansion. His mother is one of the first to leave: and Penn thinks that what he gets from her is a glance he can’t codify except as displeased.

In the end it’s just Penn and Ree, alone in the cabin, after all the running and the changing and the fare-thee-wells are over. And Ree has not yet changed from his wolf form: remains prowling and befurred, restless until the last reveller and runner has bid him good-bye – with a side-eye for his refusal to return to two legs – and exited the building. He’s still restless once they’re gone: does not return to Penn’s side, but circles the main hall, barges into benches and tables, glares out the window and will not acknowledge Penn’s presence in any way.

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