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Just as soon as Yeon opens the door, not even a foot half way in, Rang calls out to him, panting heavily, sounding even more vicious than usual. “Go away” he hisses, and Yeon’s view is only of Rang’s back, his shoulders quaking..
Yeon steps inside and shuts the door behind him, nostrils flaring at the heady and sweet scent coming from the other man. Yeon only stands about an arm’s length from the nest Rang tried to make himself. It’s not enough for comfort or protection, Yeon believes, but what’s happening now is probably Rang’s first heat in ages and never had the wherewithal to master such a technique. Yeon had never seen Rang go through one before, he had left the mountain before Rang had come of age to present. Rang was an omega, half human and half fox. Humans had no secondary gender in the ways of presenting as an alpha, omega, or beta, but Yeon’s stomach turns at not knowing how Rang had fared when he first presented.
Was he taken advantage of by other foxes trespassing onto Yeon’s mountain? Was he chased away by humans thinking he carried a disease with him being delirious with heat fever and constant pain? Did they see his animal attributes manifest, the display of dark pointed ears atop his head, the unusual color at the tips of his long hair, and an inky furred tail trailing behind him, Did they see his claws and fangs and think he was a monster? Or was it something worse, where his alluring scent could even affect humans, even the most dulled of senses? Rang’s mother was possibly lured to mate with their father in such fashion, not even bothered to mask his alpha scent in order to breed with any woman he fancied for a day. Yeon was surprised he hadn't stumbled upon other siblings from his mountain after finding Rang.
Yeon can see Rang’s fox now, his ears were smaller than Yeons, a little more rounded too. The tail, almost hidden under Rang’s robe, lays flat with only the tip a bit curled, flicking up to spread the scent of Rang’s slick that coated his tail’s underside. Yeon is affected of course, but centuries of unbridled control allotted him time before letting his alpha be led by Rang’s omega.
Yeon walks around the pitiful nest on top of his brother’s bed to get a look at Rang’s face, expecting the scorn burning in Rang’s eyes when he looks up at him, with one honey gold eye and smaller fangs bared, growling like a true animal. Most days Yeon felt that Rang was more fox than human, even more of a fox than Yeon.
Rang’s voice cuts through the silence again, hissing, “ Get. Out.” His lips curl, tiny canines and little almost rounded ears making him look more adorable than threatening, kind of like a kitten trying to be brave. Yeon keeps himself from laughing at the display because the situation is serious, but it is difficult when taking in the newly manifested long length of hair tousled about on Rang’s head, the dark silk black criss-crossing over the vibrant red ends. But Yeon is still ,captured by his alluring beauty, taken back to the day his brother forced his hand, cutting him down. Even covered in human blood and filthy from battle, Rang was always something to behold in Yeon’s eyes.
Although Rang probably hasn’t had a full heat since he first presented, this one seems to have hit him hard and fast, the slick covers the inside of his thighs and soaks the bedding underneath him. His face is marred in sweat and his cheeks are ruddy. His mouth drips with saliva from the extra room it requires to house his fangs, but like the slick wetness between his legs, his spit would also be sweet like honey, Yeon imagines. The combined pheromones where he and Rang were to taste each other would deliver an intoxicating high like no other. Yeon knows he is the only one Rang would ever let touch him in such a way despite his half hearted protests for him to leave.
Yeon takes off his suit coat, folding over the expensive material in a pillow like fashion and setting it down next to his brother who merely follows his movements with half lidded eyes. Yeon briefly hesitates, not wanting Rang to strain himself and attack him. He tentatively touches Rang’s bare shoulder where his robe, damp with sweat, had slipped. His brother is extremely hot to the touch and Yeon knows that Rang can’t go on much longer being like this. By being half human, that part of him couldn’t stand up to the intensity of the heat his fox would bring once broken through whatever weak spell Rang casted upon himself or cocktail of drugs he’d taken to keep his heats at bay. His extensive consumption of alcohol could have also played a hand in that. Now in full effect the power of his heat causes Rang’s scent to have a lingering trace of fear. However, Yeon allows his own scent to blend with his brother’s, strong enough to ease his pain and reassure him that he had nothing to be afraid of from him.
Yuri had called Yeon when unknowingly observing Rang’s pre-heat symptoms, from his drooling, the listless pacing around the house, his OCD-like level to build a nest out of his bed sheets and discarded clothes from the floor before the pain took over. It was when he began seeking comfort from her that she called Yeon in a panic, Rang was crying for him she had said, and after describing the nature his brother took on and Yeon ears could hear Rang simper, begging for Yeon. Yeon just knew he had to be there, kissing Ji Ah goodbye and forgoing the rest of movie night. When he mentioned Rang, she gave a small smile before kissing him back and sending him on his way.
Ji Ah, even if Rang hated her, still encouraged Yeon to develop a better relationship with his brother. Yeon could sing praises to fate bringing them together because hadn’t he got there in time, Rang more than likely would have wandered outside in search of the comfort his heat called for. To be bred. To be filled. To be claimed and protected. Other foxes and humans alike would be drawn to him, and it would be more likely that a rogue fox would discover him first, unconsciously willing with inhibitions long forgotten and giving into pleasure and need.
Yeon knew his brother would be strong, trying to fight his second nature, but he could see Rang was extremely fatigued, wallowing in his heat alone for the past couple days. Yeon knew Yuri was only doing what Rang had asked of her when he was his conscious self, to not tell Yeon he was sick. Yeon is sure Yuri didn’t know much about foxes having heats, she was a beta like Sin Ju, and he was sure Rang purposely neglected to tell her.
Yeon explained to Sin Ju that Rang needed help, but offered no further clarification, Yeon knew Rang would be embarrassed and would hate it if Sin Ju knew he had a moment of weakness. But whatever Sin Ju thought about it seemed to be erased from his mind as soon as Yeon suggested he take Yuri over to their apartment. Sin Ju was more than happy to oblige. Yuri seemed to like the idea also as she had quickly packed an overnight bag, two even.Yeon was still curious about them being a coupling but it wasn’t a dire issue.
Yeon gently pushes Rang down so the man is laying on his side with Yeon’s jacket pillowing his head. He isn’t surprised that his brother moves along with his direction, Rang is nearly losing consciousness, and could sleep for days only to wake up weaker than he really is if his fox’s heat is not appeased.
Yeon half sits on the edge of the bed, bringing his hand up to smooth the hair plastered to Rang’s forehead, carding his finger through the locks and up to scratch at his ears. Rang’s eyes are closed and he gives a keen whimper, ears flat and pushing his head up into his brother’s hand. The small whisper of “Please” escapes Rang’s mouth and Yeon’s heart clenches at the tear seeping from his human eye and crossing over the bridge of his nose. Yeon leans in and kisses his brother’s forehead and down to his brow, then to his eye, and in succession his nose, his cheek, and finally his mouth. When Yeon gets close enough to his lips Rang obediently opens his mouth, tongue slipping out to meet Yeon’s own. And upon Yeon’s touch Rang surges up into him with new found strength, demanding the taste he craves. Yeon wraps his arm around his brother and pulls him tight to his chest, enjoying the way their tongues curl around one another.
Yeon was right about the sweetness Rang’s saliva supplies and it is everything to him when Rang sucks at his lips in return, seeming to savor Yeon’s own taste. And by such a torrid kiss, Yeon’s alpha manifests itself, the tails emerge shifting with such strength gusts of wind rush and blow inside the room and carry over past Rang’s open window. Thunder and lightning follow after and the pitter patter of rain falls, a soft beginning, and then turns into a downpour. Yeon’s eyes are alight in gold, claws sharp and curling into Rang’s exposed flesh with the robe falling open to reveal his body from the waist up. Rang’s omega answers to his brother’s power, exalting the alpha god, reveling in his strength, seeking his protection and passion.
Rang is gorgeous like this, Yeon’s alpha croons, creating a chill up his spine as he scents his brother’s desire for him, feels it when Rang puts a leg between Yeon’s and rut up against his thigh. Only then, does Yeon discover Rang isn’t wearing anything else under the robe soon to be discarded. Yeon’s pants are getting soaked with the other man’s wetness, seeming to derive energy from Yeon’s transformation, clutches his broad shoulders and rides him hard and dirty. The slide of Rang's hard dick glides smoothly against Yeon’s suit pants the wetter he gets.
And despite the angle being awkward with Rang half in his lap while Yeon is halfway on the bed, it doesn't stop them. It feels too good and Rang wouldn’t let his brother go, even if the storm the god created brings the roof down on them. Parting for air, Rang stares deliriously into his brother’s eyes, seeking the desire Yeon feels for him, praying that it matches how Rang feels for him. It’s not a test, but Yeon gets it right anyways, showing a hunger in his eyes that is too real to be just an act. Even in his subconscious, his brain won’t allow him to not have doubt about his brother. Rang closes his eyes, hoping that what he’s actually feeling is real. Yeon, in his arms, answering his omega’s call. Laying with him kindly, nuzzling his neck to embed himself in Rang’s scent.
Rang brings his hands from Yeon’s shoulders and tangles themselves into his thick auburn hair, burying his nose in it and rubbing at his large ears matching his hair’s beautiful color. Nothing Rang has ever beheld could mirror the god’s ethereal beauty. His fox color pattern is other-worldly, with the tips of Yeon’s ears being snowy white same as the bottom ends of the flowing locks trailing down Yeon’s back. It makes Rang wish he had a full length mirror on the opposite side of the room, only to play voyeur to their forms entangled in one another. Rang wants to keep these memories forever, he will think of this before he dies in some dumb, undignified way, but it would be worth it, just to have this moment flash before his eyes at his end. Nothing else note-worthy about him but the several lifetimes he’s spent being a slave to his heart and soul, forever fruitlessly chasing after Yeon.
Rang gets the wind knocked out of him when Yeon forces him to lie on his back onto the bed, pressing him down with his much larger body, thrumming with limitless power. Rang’s eyes, now wide open, look up at his brother, seeing that Yeon’s large fangs had descended and his ears were bended back so low that they got lost in his hair. He looks wild, savage, and furious. Rang’s omega is confused by this but definitely thrilled and equally scared. He strokes up the length of Yeon’s arm, muscles pulled tight underneath the fabric of his white button-up shirt, an effort to appease the alpha as Rang is oblivious to what angered Yeon. It also reminds Rang that Yeon is still unnecessarily clothed.
But Yeon answers his unheard question, growls low and heated between clenched teeth and fang, lips dripping spit onto Rang chin and it trails down and it feels cooling on his fevered skin. Rang “You called for me, and I am here. Don’t liken me to some cheap fantasy dancing around your head,” Yeon says, drifting down to nip sharply at the smooth skin between Rang’s neck and shoulder, simultaneously scenting him. Rang can feel blood rush up to the surface but Yeon’s teeth barely scrapes him. A mark that would last days, Rang’s omega’s being almost sated by it, but Rang knows that a bite, a claim on his entire existence surrounded by Yeon is what his omega nature craves most.
“This,” Yeon’s hips bare down against his Rang’s, letting the other man feel how affected he is by his desire for him. “This is real.”
“I’m here, Rang,” Yeon's voice comes out a little softer, his eyes staring into Rang’s own. And it isn't Yeon’s saliva slipping down Rang’s face now, it’s his own tears. The tender emotion in Yeon’s eyes causes him to cry more until only full body shuddering sobs pass through his lips. Rang’s clawed fingers dig into Yeon’s shirt, probably ruining the material, but it seems that Yeon doesn’t mind it, he just returns his brother’s embrace, laying fully on top of him, framing his larger build over him.
Yeon licks and kisses the tears away and bears his hips down onto the other man once more, completely immersed in the feeling of Rang’s hardness against his own, still trapped in his finest suit trousers. And with his power he impatiently wills the remainder of his clothing away until he can feel the heat of Rang’s hands and the burning cuts his claws make along the flesh of his back. The soft fur of Yeon’s tails blankets both of their legs and curls around them as a new protective nest. Yeon watches, completely endeared by Rang burying the side of his face into the thick silver white fur, exposing the length of his neck and looks at Yeon from the corner of his human eye, beckoning him with temptation. Yeon wastes no more time, the strength of Rang’s alluring gaze frenzies his alpha and Yeon is quick to put teeth to flesh. Rang cries out helplessly, but quells his whimpers by biting at his own lips, and it just won’t do for Yeon, he needs to hear his brother keen and whine and beg for him. It had been centuries since Yeon felt so powerful and exhumed like the true mountain god he used to be. He never chased worship or reverence, but he did not mind being on the receiving end of either in this moment.
A small pool of blood fills Yeon’s mouth and he can tell his inner alpha is nearly sated from the claiming bite. But they still need to mate, being a god, it's fine for Yeon to do things out of order. The end result would always and has been the same from the point Rang had entered Yeon’s eternal life. Rang was and has always been his. His family, his brother, his enemy, his pain, his regret, his past and present, and now the remainder of his future as Yeon’s lover.
Rang’s body is pliant from the fresh bite, his eyes now staring up at his brother with wonderment and a devotion so pure that a delightful shiver placates down Yeon’s spine. Rang wriggles his legs out from being tangled up with Yeon’s and hikes each one over the sides of his brother’s hips. “I want you inside,” Rang’s voice is deeply soft, sounding so relaxed and certain of Yeon’s every intention for tonight. “Fill me, make me truly yours. Forever.”
Yeon licks at the fresh wound marking the other man’s neck, then travels over to kiss at his lips, moaning as Rang suckles the blood from his tongue. A fresh wave of Rang’s slick seeps out and Yeon feels it wet his own thighs. The smell is nearly disorienting from the power the claim bite bears behind it. Yeon sits up onto his knees and handles Rang by his waist so that his ass is splayed open over his lap. Yeon watches for a moment the swollen pink wetness of his brother’s hole, glistening prettily as a mountainside oasis, welcoming Yeon home.
Yes, Yeon thinks, forever, Rang. For eternity.
Rang hisses with delight as he is breached for the first time, impaled on his brother’s hard flesh. The omega in him is dazzling in euphoria as Yeon begins to move in tandem, holding steady to Rang’s hips and working him down onto cock fervently. Rang’s hole feels like it's sucking him into oblivion, and the need to become one goes far beyond just a physical sensation. Rang’s very soul calls to Yeon to complete the bond, and honestly, there wasn’t a way to stop the ritual once started. Were Yeon to leave Rang with just a bite and no followthrough, his brother’s condition would deteriorate if left unknoted, the bond link would remain but it would still fester a hollow void where part of Yeon’s spirit should be inside Rang’s own. Mating between foxes is supposed to be sacred and should only happen once in each fox’s lifetime. If Yeon is truly Rang’s first, he would also be the last.
“You…,” Rang pants, eyes now closed as he moves along with Yeon’s rhythm, “You were always the one I wanted when I presented. There wasn’t anyone else that I could ever allow them to have me this way.”
Yeon’s eyes are burning as he soon realizes he’s been staring at his brother writhing underneath him, unwilling to blink in case he misses each minute shift of muscle of his body and expression of pleasure crossing his face. Rang’s words crushes his heart, as if his brother could really understand the miasma of thoughts cloaking Yeon’s mind. And maybe he could, but more than that Yeon needed to know, “And those that tried?”
The dreamy look in Rang’s half lidded eyes peering up at him finally was breathtaking. “I killed them all.” He admits, unbothered, hands reaching up to grab at his brother’s face and pull him down for their lips to meet. “I killed them and waited for you. Wanted you,” he murmurs in between kisses. “Then when I got strong enough, I learned to control it and could suppress it.”
Yeon watches the tears fall again from Rang’s, fumbles and slows his thrusts when his brother wounds his arms around his shoulders and tucks his face into the god’s neck. Rang then links his ankles together over the small of Yeon’s back, with the heels of his feet digging into the base where Yeon’s tails meet. “But you make me weak,” Rang continues, sniffling like the very same child he met all those lifetimes ago. “You drive me so fucking crazy that it becomes so easy to forget me…being close to you and wanting you afer all this time, no spell could prevent this heat, or reverse it. I didn’t want you to see me like this because I knew you’d think I would use it to trap you, or use it as a diversion to harm that human you love so much, I didn’t want you to see me because I didn’t think I’d could take another moment of being hated by you or rejected…abandoned,” he finishes in a soft tone, clutching at his brother tight as if he’d disappear from the very weight of his confession.”
“And after all this time,” Yeon sighs into Rang’s long inky hair, kissing at his sweaty temple, “You seemed to not know me at all.” The god gently frees himself from his brother’s embrace, bringing his hands up to cup his face. Rang’s eyes are glossy and wet with more tears threatening to fall, even like this, red faced and sobbing, Yeon thinks him lovely. “I can’t change the past, Rang, but as I said, I am here, and I am not going anywhere. This is real and I desire it as much as you. And what I have with Ji Ah is still as important to me as are you, I love her and I love you. There will never be a difference in that.”
“And if I ask you to leave her, would you?” Rang actually pouts, and it’s simply too much not to squeeze his face just a little to reinforce the expression that Yeon finds so charming.
“No,” Yeon says simply, “Only because you would never ask that of me because you love me and know how I feel about her. And I would tell her the same thing if she asked me that about you.”
Rang stubbornly stays quiet as Yeon molds his face in his large, warm hands, claws digging into his hair and lightly scratching at his scalp. Yeon is right, Rang truly wants Yeon to have everything he desires and if it's one human girl or a hundred, Rang knows now that he could not deprive his brother of anything. Were it his to give, Yeon would have this entire world.
Yeon smirks down at his brother and leans in to kiss him while angling his hips in just the right way to direct Rang back to the matter at hand. He is rewarded with his brother’s body clenching down on his cock and his legs tightening and quivering around his waist.
“M…More,” Rang whines behind clenched teeth, “I want more, make me feel it.” His claws dig into the sides of Yeon’s neck as he brings him back in to lick into his mouth, chasing the cloying saccharin taste.
“And you shall have it,” Yeon moans into his brother’s mouth, “Everything I am, all of it, for you. Forever.” His thrusts become more frenzied, and he breaks the kiss with a loud growl as the knot begins to form inside the yielding flesh of Rang’s ass.
“Always, brother,” Rang cries through whimpered grunts as he comes untouched. His spend was delivered solely from the fullness of Yeon’s knot inside him. His omega is dutifully satisfied. Rang can’t stop crying, he pulls his brother down by linking his arms around his neck and licking back into his hot mouth. The cut of fangs on his tongue mingles their spit and blood, binding them as one. The pain of it is nothing in the delirium of pleasure Yeon’s alpha brings. Yeon spills his seed deep inside Rang, pumping into him even now, when the knot restricts some of his movements.
Yeon finally stills and breaks the kiss, allowing Rang to take on his weight as he nuzzles into him, moving to lap and suckle on the torn flesh of the claiming bite while they both wait for his knot to go down. Honestly, Yeon, being the unrivaled god that he is, feels like he can go again. To bed his brother until Rang’s body will never know of any other shape. But Yeon also remembers the human side his brother is enveloped with, a somewhat fragile body that can withstand only so much delicious torment of the flesh. Yeon gazes lovingly at the work his body and hands has put into his brother. The red and purpling bruise and darted pink cuts up along his body from his clawed hands makes the alpha in Yeon emit a grumbling purr of approval. The marks will fade over time of course but the picture of pleasure Rang’s form makes stirs him, making his hardness pulse inside once more.
Rang sighs feeling the turgid flesh of his brother inside him jump, he burrows down in the mass of tails and turns his nose into Yeon’s neck, breathing in deep and clearly satiated for now. Yeon knows it will more than likely become another coupling due in a few hours time. He smiles to himself, turning his own face into the top of Rang’s tangled mass of hair at the top of his head, knowing better that there was no other scent he rather bask in. The familiarity and comfort of home lingers in Rang’s embrace. Yeon briefly thinks of Ji Ah and what she would think of this when he tells her. Yeon knows she wouldn’t be disgusted. Her curiosity would amuse him and he would be nearly exasperated from her endless questions about it. And much to Rang’s embarrassment, Yeon felt as if his brother would indulge her that much, answering her questions begrudgingly. Maybe in a perfect world, Yeon could bed them both and they could live happily with their souls and bodies bared to one another. Yeon could feel his alpha’s interest in the idea. And with his and Rang’s souls becoming one, he can only imagine Rang’s omega would follow suit. The thought of Rang taking Ji Ah spurs on another thrust of his hips into Rang, who growls low in warning of a body not quite ready for more, “Fucking go to sleep,” Rang curses at him, ducking down lower to bite at Yeon's nipple.
Yeon’s hiss is followed by a chuckle. “I just had a most interesting thought, is all.” he rubs his hands over his brother’s cute fox ears. “One I think you may enjoy.” He smirks into Rang’s hair and kisses the top of his head, thinking himself clever enough to make his fantasy come true in bringing together his two loves, the whole of their souls being one and complete.