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The elevator dinged as it arrived on the 101st floor of the Lywine tower. Its automatic doors opened to the familiar view of the dimly dark blue lit reception, Rust‘s nose twitched as he reacquainted himself to its scent profile. Unfortunately, his human nose was much less effective, and he scratched over his forearm as he stepped into the room properly. He didn't know why Mister Lywine required him to be in his human form for this meeting, but neither did he know just what the reward he mentioned would be. If that is what the leader required, he would not question it.
“Oh, there you are!” Lawrence's usual painfully cheery smile greeted him from behind the reception desk. “Mister Lywine is expecting you, head right inside!” He pointed at the door next to him, waving at him to enter.
Rust glanced a few times over Lawrence's space as he walked past him to the office door, just to make sure everything was business as usual with the small man. Not finding anything off, he tried to shoot Lawrence his best attempt at a smile before entering into Mister Lywine's office.
The inside of this larger room was equally dim, the lengthy windows behind the imposing mahogany office table at the far end of the room were tinted dark, still giving a look at the city life below but keeping out the invasive sunlight. Equally imposing bookshelves hugged the wall of the black and silver office, decorated in all manner of trophies, rewards and commendations.
Having kept his head low in prepared deference, it took Rust a moment before he realized that Mister Lywine was not sitting at his expected spot behind his personal office table. Instead he was seated to the side, as if trying to appear slightly more casual (as much as his larger than life presence allowed), on one of two curved burgundy seats placed around a small dark wooden coffee table.
“Rust, it's wonderful to see you. Please, sit with me,“ Mister Lywine greeted Rust, nodding to the chair beside him. He finished pouring two glasses of whisky, ice clinking as he pushed it to Rust’s side of the table.
Rust quickly followed what he understood as a command and seated himself on the comfortable chair. “Lywine, sir,” he responded, head still kept low. Taking in the leader's scent, Rust noticed that he smelled different than usual. He didn't wear his distinct rose perfume, instead there were just the faint notes of a recent shower.
Mister Lywine chuckled softly, picking up his whisky glass. “Please, you can call me Yukki, Rust. You have earned that honor.”
“Yukki. Sir. What did you wish to talk about…?” Rust asked hesitantly, still unsure what this was about exactly. His human form only heightened his slight discomfort.
Sipping his drink, Yukki paused to assess Rust, his one emerald green eye drifting over his large human features with a level of focused intent behind it that made the air crackle around him. Breathlessly Rust waited, averting eye contact as he was being laid bare in front of him. The leader's attention, on only him… Rust was as starstruck as he was nervous.
But Yukki eventually found him sufficient, tongue flicking out briefly to wet his lips.
“During our mission a few nights ago, I said I would make sure you would be rewarded for your loyalty and dedication. I have already seen to it that your superiors know of your deeds. But, you, Rust, went far beyond what expectations I set for you that night, which is not something many people achieve."
“Thank you sir. I am just wondering… Why did you need me to be hu-“
“As you should know, as the leader of the Black Soul communion, my will is absolute. And you asserted my will that night. You acted as my hands, my teeth, my strength. You were made one with me in those critical moments.“ As he spoke, he continued to observe Rust with a heavy lidded and analytical eye. “You and I were almost one that night. You felt it as well. Don't you wish to return to that, fully, this time around?”
Although Yukki maintained his professional conduct, his words made an almost bestial heat rise up in Rust‘s body. Instinctively, the Garou's eyes flicked to the exit, only for Yukki‘s head to sway to the side and impose himself between him and the view of the doors.
“I wish to reward you myself. To the full extent of what you deserve for your loyalty to me.“ He downed the rest of his whisky and let his delicate fingers glide over the cold moist glass. “And I think I know exactly what would fulfill your desires.”
Yukki placed down the glass and stood up in one smooth motion. Rust went to stand up as well before the man moved right in front of him, leaning down slightly to place both hands on the sides of the chair, boxing Rust in. Everything around him seemed to grow more vibrant at once. His world narrowed to only look at Yukki, how his long lush purple hair tumbled down his shoulders, framing his sharp facial features and flush lips like a beautifully crafted portrait that Rust had the rare privilege to admire up close. Breathlessly, he let Yukki speak without opposition.
“As the leader of the communion, the Black Souls' power and love flows through me.“ Although Yukki spoke more softly than before, his words rang louder and truer in Rust's mind. “Your devotion and fervor marks your worth to get even closer in touch with the Black Soul. With me. I feel it. It wants to get closer to you too. So, as your reward, you will have me. My body shall be your truest gift.“
Rust couldn't help but nod in full agreement. It made sense. Of course the best way to get closer to the Black Soul is to get bodily close to its conduit in the most literal way. Yukki‘s lips twitched up into a smile as he ran a hand over Rust‘s chest.
“I knew you would agree.“ He licked his lips again and let his hand travel to Rust's neck, head inching closer.
“Oh, uhm.“ Suddenly remembering his inexperience, Rust quickly spoke up. “I have only fucked one other humanoid and they had female anatomy so I uh- I really don‘t know-“
Yukki loosened his grip on Rust‘s neck that he added when he suddenly spoke up. “We will keep it simple. I'll guide your dick where it needs to go and you do what you are used to.“
Heat flushed through each and every one of his limbs at those words. “Of course sir, anything you say sir.”
Their lips met quickly, Yukki not keen on letting Rust talk anymore than necessary. His kiss had a distinct force to it, as if he would not allow the other to pull back, a dominating tendency that wished to claim Rust as his alone. The Garou‘s breath came short and confused as he struggled to follow. Yukki simply pulled on his hair to move him where he wanted him, Rust only able to grasp out and cling to his suit-jacket. A tongue, first slick against his lips with every hasty kiss, then meeting his own, warmth uniting. Rust let out a strangled groan at the feeling.
Pulling back, a strand of saliva connected them briefly before Yukki ran his finger over his own lips and licked it clean. “So good for me. You understand how to serve your God well.“
“My Soul, anything for you my Soul,“ Rust mumbled, panting with his mouth hanging slightly open.
Yukki shrugged off his tailored suit jacket to get a better degree of movement. In just his black dress-shirt he continued to radiate an aura of divine nobility. He pushed further into Rust‘s space, propping his knee between his legs to gain an easier reach to his neck. Running his hands through his hair, Yukki grasped a handful to easily move his head to the side, Rust posing no opposition. His soft lips kissed his cheek bones, down to his soft meaty shoulder, leaving a trail of faint purple lipstick. Rust let out the neediest of noises when Yukki ran his warm tongue over one of his soft spots, the grazing of teeth and light biting with his sharp canines made to pierce skin coaxing even more noises out of the Garou. It took a large margin of Yukki’s self-control to not bite and partake in his potent lifeblood, as tempting as it was so close to the source. But no, this was not about that just yet. Another time, he promised his mewling beast.
After an uncounted amount of time, a whining Rust began humping at the air fruitlessly, left unbearably horny with his neck covered in hickies. Grabbing onto Yukki’s sides, he clumsily tried to pull him closer, perhaps in the hopes of getting any amount of friction. “Please, please sir!“
Yukki moved Rust's hands away as he stepped back to admire his marked property. He was almost sympathetic to the poor lupine, all pent up and not knowing how to fulfill his desires in this form. “Oh you poor puppy, is simple foreplay too much for you? Do not worry my dear, I will take good care of you, you will get everything you want in my bedroom.“
Before he could step back further, large hands grabbed onto Yukki’s ass and pulled him back towards Rust, who fell out of the chair to drop to his knees in front of him. Despite his intimidating size and undoubted strength, Rust was left a whining begging mess in front of Yukki, panting as he mouthed over the outline of the erection in his suit-pants. Briefly Yukki had to consider if he should just give up on moving into his bedroom and enjoy Rust‘s mouth right here and now. But he was not one who gave up on his plans that easily. No, he never gives them up.
“You just cannot help yourself, puppy. But I decide how we go about this. Come boy.” Yukki snapped his fingers and pulled on Rust‘s hair to move him away from his crotch.
Rust mindlessly obeyed the order with no resistance cept a little whine. Though his eyes were clouded by lust, Yukki's order sharpened them slightly, determined to follow his every command. He was rewarded with Yukki petting him on the head before he shakily moved back onto two feet. Taking his hand, Yukki led Rust away from the public facing office of the CEO of Lywine Corporation into his private quarters. The ram horned butler currently tending to the place was learned to avert his eyes and move his chores further away when seeing the master in such a fashion.
In no time they entered Yukki‘s beautiful dark bedroom. Soft purple light illuminated the silver and black walls, the dark colored furniture was cared for with diligent hands, and a broad inviting king's bed took up a large part of the room. A full body mirror covering the wall opposite the bed and a rack affixed onto the wall with various neatly coiled ropes whispered of the kind of deeds usually committed within. Yukki already began unbuttoning his black dress shirt once he closed the door behind the both of them, throwing it haphazardly next to the bed before moving to his belt. There was little time to be wasted, so close to the main attraction of the night. His boxers and pants quickly joined the shirt as he sat his now bare body onto the foot of the bed, elegant lithe form and barely there muscles a stark contrast to Rust's large, hulking body.
Rust took even less time, not even taking off his clothes before he crawled onto the bed with him. But there certainly was a change in the time Yukki took to undress. The Garou was noticeably larger now, his clothes straining more than ever to contain his large muscled body, hair flowing farther down his neck to join his body hair and his ambered eyes seemed to glow slightly - a not so subtle reminder of the beast within. With a slightly more wild look on his face he easily crowded into Yukki‘s space as if he was unaware of his own size.
“Are you not forgetting something?“ Yukki prompted, nodding towards his clothing, voice a little more breathy than before.
”Oh.” Rust sat back up slightly to rip off his pants with large claws, easily tearing through the fabric. A shiver ran down Yukki‘s spine at the casual demonstration of strength.
Now with both of them - mostly - unclothed, there were even more differences in their bodies visible. Whereas Yukki‘s dick was standard human, Rust‘s looked ever so slightly non-human. Though it shared the general form, it had a little more red coloring than usual and there was ever so slightly the hint of what would have been a knot. The sight made warmth spread through Yukki’s abdomen.
Yukki motioned Rust to make space as scooted himself onto the side of the bed and turned around, bracing himself on outstretched arms and presenting his already prepared and lubed ass. Rust made a bestial noise behind him before swiftly clambering onto Yukki. Whining mindlessly, Rust's much larger body pushed Yukki slightly further into the bed as he began humping his behind, missing and slipping away from his entrance multiple times in quick succession. Yukki couldn‘t stop himself from letting out a self satisfied chuckle at Rust's desperation for him. He reached back with his slender hand and helped guide the other‘s cock into his waiting entrance, the warm slick slide inside finally earning him a satisfied groan. Rust immediately began rutting with intent, not even fully seated inside, and he had to be guided with a bit of careful hand movements to keep him from slipping out again. But what he lacked in refinement he made up entirely in his eagerness, fucking into Yukki's warm and opened ass with ferocious energy. Rust repeated a prayer to the Black Soul, a low chant on his lips interrupted only by wolf-like growling and whimpering. ‘He wants to be good, please please let him serve it well‘ a loop on his mind as his body was reduced to following its most primal instincts. His elongated claws ran over Yukki’s back, causing the man to hiss and arch, mouth parting for a pleasurable sigh. The movement finally caused Rust's dick to seat into Yukki fully, hitting all the right places inside. Groaning in unison, the pair began moving in an attempted rhythm, but Yukki‘s rocking backwards was struggling to keep up with the feral pistoning behind him. A stuttering moan escaped Yukki at the feeling of the very slightly raised bulb at the back of Rust‘s cock rubbing in and out of his ring of flesh.
“Yes! Good puppy, I am your God, please me with your body!“ Yukki called out; less sophisticated now that he had gained what he worked for.
“My soul of course sir, anything for the Black Soul“ Rust panted breathlessly, his movements picking up speed at the command.
Being pushed onto his forearms from Rust's strong thrusts, Yukki turned his head to the side of the room that held the full-length mirrors. His lips parted as he watched himself underneath Rust's powerful body; watching how his cock almost fully drew back before plunging fully back inside him. How could anyone resist him? That's right, they couldn't. Inevitably all would fall before his splendor.
Yukki threw his head back, lost in reverie. A long self satisfied laugh escaped him before he spoke again, his voice fanatical; all pretenses shredded. “You know your place so well! I am the reason you are here. I am the reason you became aware of your God. I am the reason the Black Soul took you into our fold. You belong here, right here, serving me, paying back what you owe. Isn't that right puppy? My sweet fucking puppy?“
“Thank you-, thank you sir, thank you for bringing me here- thank you for- Black Soul love me- you love me- I belong to you-“ Rust‘s words came out in one long garbled mess. His senses had long left him, focused only on fucking, on scratching that itch, on using the soft body below him.
“I basically created you! You, my sweet, dumb puppy, belong to me. I own you. Your strength, your devotion, your body. You belong to me. Do you understand?“
“You own me, thank you- Thank you for creating me- Thank you—“ His desperate words were cut off by an animalistic growl.
Yukki was pressed fully onto his front as Rust climbed more on top of him, his entire muscled torso pressed against his own lithe back. His reasoning became quickly clear, briefly pulling out of Yukki‘s entrance before plunging back even deeper inside with the new angle. Multiple loud stuttered moans escaped Yukki and his self obsessing speech was quickly replaced by raw and unfiltered sounds of pleasure and skin against skin. Rust's balls slapped against his ass with his new found enthusiasm from having fully mounted Yukki. The man below him couldn't do much but moan and writhe as he was ruthlessly pounded into the bed, Rust scratching at his sides with his long claws that dug into skin, and biting into his shoulder with his powerful maw.
Rust's thrusts became increasingly shorter and abrupt, slowly losing his rhythm as his release drew near. He grabbed around Yukki’s body, clawing over his stomach and sides, desperately holding onto it as his pleasures drew him higher and higher, the intoxicating flesh below coaxing him closer and closer. Rust loudly groaned, his entire body shuddering before coming with large spurts into Yukki. The man below him cried out in ecstasy, feeling Rust’s release filling him up, the man above thrusting further into him to keep his seed in place was enough to send Yukki gripping the sheets as he came with a high pitched cry.
They stay locked like this for a quiet moment, the only sound in the room their combined labored breathing. Eventually, Rust fully slumped against Yukki’s back with a deep sigh, laying his full weight on top of the man. Yukki had to wiggle his way out from under the Garou to rest his naked form next to him on the bed. He slowly ran his fingernails over his muscled arms, dancing softly up to his face. Rust's eyes blinked heavily with exhaustion, earning him a small smile from Yukki. The Garou has no issue tearing down armies of Vampires, but one good fuck drains him to the bones.
“Yukki.” Rust's rough exhausted voice rumbled out from him. “May I rest a bit… please?”
Yukki’s fingers brushed over his hair, pleased with his property. “You may.”