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The Beast Hunters	By : Peleia Category: 1 through F > Brotherhood of the Wolf Views: 986 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story takes place when Gregoire, Mani, and Thomas spend the night in the forest before making their attempt on the Beast. I know I will never forget that first sight of Mark Dacascos in a loincloth, and I figured our little Marquis wouldn't either!
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The Beast Hunters
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The boy’s skin was as pale as porcelain. It was one of the gifts of his noble birth, and it seemed hardly possible that he could become any more fair, but de Fronsac could see what little color there was to his youthful face drain clean away when Mani suddenly emerged from the trees. He watched, fascinated, as the faint, natural rose of the boy’s cheeks faded to a pale, sickly white; only to be replaced by a slow-rising flush that started at his neck and soon had his whole face a high, furious red.
Gregoire did his very best not to grin.
Certainly Mani was a stunning sight, standing there against the deep green of the forest; each powerful, sculpted line of his body taut and exposed. His dusky skin seemed almost to glow; the richness of it was only accentuated by the play of his tattoos, his painted face, the blackness of his hair. Even his manhood was a heavy presence, soft and bulging under the thin fabric of his loincloth.
This last caused Gregoire to snort quietly to himself, and he gave his dear friend a stern look out of the corner of his eye. They both knew full well how to properly wear a loincloth, and it didn’t involve having your cock dangling in the breeze. But Mani was intent on the young Marquis, and Gregoire only caught the barest, amused flicker of his eyes in response. After so many years together he could read the look well enough.
The boy didn’t stand a chance.
Gregoire did grin then, but luckily, no one was looking at him. No, the boy was well and truly caught, held captive as Mani began to speak of the spirits and the trees. When his friend finally knelt before the boy, offering up the potent drug that the Iroquois used on their spirit journeys, Gregoire had a powerful vision of Adam and the apple. It was not a thing to be undertaken lightly, and when Thomas looked to him he could only shrug. “At your own risk, Marquis.” He himself had only taken the drug but once, and it was an experience that deeply changed a man.
But despite his quiet, scholarly nature, Thomas had a sharp curiosity and a deceptive strength. Gregoire had come to find that liked this young Marquis very much; he wished his friend every success in this particular endeavor, and he waited curiously to see what the boy would do.
And Thomas did not disappoint him. He only hesitated for one brief moment against Mani’s urging hand, before leaning forward and pressing his soft lips to Mani’s thumb, his tongue rasping out just barely over Mani’s skin to take the offering into his mouth.
Gregoire could see the palpable tremor that ran through both men at the slight contact, and he couldn’t help another soft smile. It would take a man both blind and dumb not to see the tension that had been rising between them these past months. Mani honored pleasure of many kinds, but Gregoire had long known where his true desires lay; surely there were no longer any secrets between them, if there ever really had been any to begin with. And though Thomas probably believed that he kept his own longings hidden deep inside his heart, it didn’t really take much to divine the truth of them. He joined them often at the Madam’s home, and he kissed on many of the girls; they all doted on him for being sweet and handsome and a lord. But when he truly went to bed one it was always a particular girl with an angular body and a suspiciously boyish haircut. The canny Madam knew her business well enough.
Really, he was surprised it had taken Mani so long to try and bed the boy.
But the soft blush that still hovered over Thomas’s face reminded Gregoire that this one was young, and a provincial, and had most certainly never lain with a man before, whatever his desires may have been. Mani was not one to underestimate the significance of such things. Or their power.
The drug overtook Thomas swiftly, and he slid to the forest floor, limp and lost as a doll among the leaves. Mani still knelt thoughtfully beside him, and Gregoire knew that his friend had chosen this night, the night of the hunt, for a reason. Mani believed that to make fire, as he called it—to spill his seed on the eve of battle—would feed his spirit and make him strong.
Gently, Mani reached out a hand to brush the boy’s hair from his face. His strong fingers slid down across Thomas’s throat, pushing into the open collar of his shirt, exposing the perfect curve of his collarbones, a hint of his pale, hairless chest. One small, pink nipple lay bared, hardening before their eyes in the cool autumn air, and Mani brushed a single light fingertip over it, causing gooseflesh to shiver across the boy’s skin.
“Mani--” Gregoire admonished softly, but the man just smiled and stood.
“You worry too much, my friend. I would not do such a thing to his body while his spirit is off wandering.” Mani looked back at him, smiling still in his secret way. “When he is ready, he will come to me.”
Gregoire watched him as he turned and walked back into the forest, leaving the boy for now to wander in dreams. And he hoped fervently to himself that his friend’s ministrations would feed all their spirits. They would need all the strength they had to face the coming day.

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Gregoire sat wrapped in a blanket as Mani sang softly and walked slow, measured steps around the fire. Night had fallen, and all around them the shadowed forest pressed in, shifting and restless. The firelight reflected off the arching, naked branches of the trees overhead, making him feel as though they sat in a cavern of moving light. Every few moments, Mani would crouch down sharply, arms poised to strike, challenging the flames with a high, piercing cry.
Gregoire had sat such rituals many times, dancing the fire dance himself on nights when the wildness overtook him. But tonight he was content to let his friend walk the steps, while he stared thoughtfully into the flames, turning the puzzle of the Beast over in his mind.
A soft sound came from nearby, where Thomas still lay, just at the edge of the warm circle of light but safely away from the fire. Gregoire had lost track of the hours that the boy had tossed and writhed in the grips of the spirit drug, eyes wide and sightless, fixed on the stars overhead. Mani made no sign or move to show that he paid the boy any heed at all, intent as he appeared to be on the spirits. But Gregoire knew the truth of it, knew that his friend was keenly aware of Thomas’s form half-hidden in the shadows, spread out on his back with his clothing pulled askew by his restless motions, limbs akimbo, wanton and exposed and very beautiful lying there.
The boy was mostly still now, but every so often, a slow, deep tremor would move through his body like a wave, pulling a low moan from the back of his throat.
The night was growing deeper around them, but Gregoire felt no urge for sleep. He could not turn his mind from the Beast. It seemed always to lurk there in his thoughts, large as the darkness around them, and just as elusive. The mystery plagued him, gnawed at him; pieces that had now started to fall into place were all around him and yet, still, there was something he was missing, some vital understanding.
He felt that if he could only see it again, in the flesh... could only get his hands on this creature and look it in the eyes, only then could he perhaps know the truth behind all the riddles.
The dawn could not come soon enough.
Mani had come to the end of his dance, and now stood quietly to one side of the fire, the flames making patterns on his bare chest. Gregoire realized vaguely that he had been staring at Mani for some time now, and he found himself drifting, transfixed by friend’s dark, motionless form. The night seemed very still. He watched, wide-eyed, as Mani reached down almost absently, tugging at his loincloth until it fell from his body, baring himself to the air.
Gregoire’s breath caught in his throat. Mani was flushed and thickly erect, his cock heavy and dark between his powerful thighs. Gregoire had seen his friend naked too many times to count, seen him awake and asleep, watched him even in the throes of passion with some man or woman on a few occasions when one of their nights had gotten a bit more debauched than usual. But somehow, seeing him standing there, skin etched in firelight... Gregoire did not usually find pleasure in men, but somehow he felt that he was seeing his friend truly naked for the first time. Mani stood tall and exposed and powerful like some god of the ancient world conjured up to join their circle, and despite himself, Gregoire found himself stirred.
A sudden gust of wind caught the fire then, whipping the shadows around them, and in that moment between one breath and the next Gregoire realized with a violent start that Thomas had suddenly appeared by his side, standing as silent and still as a wraith.
Dead leaves clung to his cheeks, his hair. He was all paleness in the dark, his linen shirt torn in one of his fits and fluttering from his arms, exposing the whiteness of his chest. His hair flew around him like a halo. His eyes were wide and wild and fixed on Mani standing there across the fire, and he held himself poised and overcome like a man suddenly thrust up into the light from some deep, uncertain place.
“Thomas—” Gregoire had half-risen in his surprise, and he couldn’t help the hushed whisper from coming, startled as he was by the boy’s stillness, his strangeness. “Thomas, are you....”
But the words died in his throat. He might as well have been speaking to the empty air.
The two men seemed caught outside of all awareness except for one another. Finally Mani began to move, coming around the fire, approaching slow and intent to the place where Thomas stood, as if he were drawing near to a wild forest creature that could at any moment vanish into the trees. He lifted cautious hands, but Thomas didn’t move, didn’t react; only stood silently watching as Mani reached down to gently free the boy’s wrists one after the other from the torn remnants of his shirt, as he knelt in front of him to slowly pull boots from his feet.
A deep shudder ran through the boy’s body when Mani’s hands moved to the waistband of his pants, but his eyes never left Mani’s own, and he didn’t move away as Mani carefully peeled the pants away, tugging them off before letting his hands slide back up shapely legs, coming to rest against pale thighs. Gregoire told himself not to watch them, told himself that he wasn’t at all interested in their strong, lithe bodies, in seeing Thomas’s cock exposed, hard and delicately red where it stood away from his body.
The boy’s breath was coming too fast. He trembled like a small animal under the predator’s gaze. For a moment, his hands hovered above Mani’s dark, bent head, his fingers twitching against the empty air, and in that one gesture Gregoire could see all of Thomas’s wanting, his deep hunger, his fear.
But they had come to this forest to fight. And there was nothing but need in the boy's face as he pushed his hands down into Mani’s smooth, heavy hair, letting his fingers move through it, touching, tugging, suddenly urging as he roughly pulled the other man to his feet and then pressed their bodies, pressed naked skin, and kissed him.
The kiss seemed to burn away the last of the lingering haze of the drug, and Thomas and Mani both moaned into each other, opening their mouths wide and hungry. Gregoire felt his own tongue slip out to wet his lips as he watched them, his skin beginning to warm under his clothes. His head felt light; it was as if they had snared him, caught him up in their desire, and he could not bring himself to look away. Surreptitiously, he slid one hand down to press the wide heel of his palm against the base of his cock though his pants, as he felt himself twitch and rise.
Again and again the two men pressed into each other, gripping with rough fingers, breaking free to pant for breath only to surge up and kiss again, like they were fighting for it, like they were seeking each other out on some far shore that couldn’t quite be reached against the current of their need. Mani's hands were kneading into the boy's flesh, stroking up along his trembling spine, slipping down to rub over the sweet curve of his ass. He dipped his head to suck the boy’s collarbones into his mouth, moving his tongue over his throat as he reached down and slid the boy’s cock confidently into his hand.
Slowly, Mani let his fingers run over the length of him, teasing and circling, pushing down into the tender space between the boy’s legs, rubbing softly.
Thomas looked stricken. He looked scared again. His whole body began to shake, startled pleasure flitting across his face. Gregoire groaned a little under his breath, his hand pressed hard between his legs, rubbing now in earnest. He found himself toying with the buttons on his trousers, popping them open before he knew what he was doing, finally pulling his tight cock out into the night air. His fingers wrapped tightly around it, and he gasped at the feel of his own hot flesh in his hand.
Mani was lowering them to the forest floor now, his arms wrapping around Thomas’s back, spreading the boy out against him. He ran his hands in long, firm strokes over pale limbs, warming Thomas’s flesh, drawing him on. But Mani’s own chest was heaving now, as if finally having the boy’s body beneath him was more than he could stand. It was only a brief moment before Mani was growling, pulling the slender body more tightly under him, pressing lips together, pressing skin, pushing past Thomas's faint, uncertain sound. Thomas gasped wildly as Mani bore down against him, and with each hot kiss to his skin the boy’s trembling seemed to become deeper, becoming the roll of flesh on flesh, his body going limp and pliant under Mani's relentless hands.
Gregoire felt some deep hunger rising as he watched them. Mani started to rub their bodies together, legs tangling and hips rocking tight into one another. They fell into a rough, heavy rhythm, and unconsciously Gregoire began to stroke himself in time to the movements of their hips, their breathing.
Mani let his mouth wander over Thomas's body, and the boy seemed to be loosing all sense of himself, his arms splayed limply, his legs forced widely open to accept the heavy body pressing down against his own. The shadows moved around their clearing, making their circle of firelight seem small and weak against the shifting darkness of the forest beyond. Thomas’s head was thrown back and Mani ruthlessly attacked the arch of his exposed throat, bringing tongue and teeth to every inch of skin he could reach, a deep growl coming from inside him.
Suddenly, Mani grabbed roughly at the boy's thighs, slinging pale legs up around his back, changing the angle of their furious hips. Gregoire's groan joined Mani's own as the man's heavy cock slipped back and down between the boy's spread cheeks, rubbing roughly over his entrance, pink and soft and fully exposed for Gregoire to see. His own cock was slick now under his hand as he rubbed over hot skin, running quick little circles over the head of it only to slide tight fingers back down to the base with a low, heavy grunt.
Dimly, Gregoire realized that words were pushing out of Thomas's throat, nearly lost in his gasping breath, begging words, and Gregoire knew from the boy's eyes that he did not even know what it was he asked. Yes, Gregoire thought wildly. Take him... he could feel it building inside him, the need... yes, take him... open him and fuck him... And Mani was growling again, and his teeth were biting deep into the boy's shoulder, drawing blood... and somewhere near, Gregoire could hear it, the low growl, the hot breath upon him, the smell of the Beast...
And in the distance, the wolves howled.
Gregoire gasped in surprise. Suddenly he realized that he was gripping his cock so tightly that his fingernails were biting sharp and painful into tender skin. His balls were drawn up tight and seething, and he felt his pleasure looming over him, and behind it, something else, something almost like fear...
"Mani--" he rasped, unable to find his voice. He shook his head, trying desperately to clear it.... "Mani, wait--"
But the man had already stilled himself. He lay, chest heaving, hands trembling slightly against Thomas's skin. Then he groaned softly as if in pain, and somehow pulled himself back, pulled himself up, away... gently but forcefully pressing Thomas back against the dirt as the boy tried desperately to reach for him, to follow him.
Gregoire took a few deep breaths, releasing his violent grip on his cock, even as Mani crouched shaking over Thoms's body, panting harshly, each of them looking in that moment like some vicious creature out of the wild.
But then Gregoire blinked, and they looked again just as men; men hard and hungry still, but men nonetheless.
Mani carefully pulled the dazed boy into his arms, running fingers through his sweaty, tangled hair. Thomas’s body began to ease, settling in slow waves. His eyes started to lose some of their deep, glazed wildness. Thomas raised a hand to Mani’s face, tracing his fingers over the man’s features; after a moment his lips began to move faintly, but Gregoire could not hear the words.
Finally, Mani lowered his head, and pressed a soft kiss against Thomas’s lips. Slowly, painfully slowly, Mani trailed light kisses down over the boy’s jaw, over the deep bite mark in his shoulder, moving across his body. Gentle licks were given to each of his peaked nipples, feather-soft kisses to dark bruises left on hips and thighs. Thomas gasped quietly at each touch, each taste, as he watched the movement of Mani's dark head across his body, caught at the edge of some unknown moment.
When he moved to the boy’s belly, Mani let his tongue trace ticklishly around his tiny navel, before bending his head and gently slipping the boy’s cock into his mouth.
Thomas cried out, arching at the feel of it, the heat. But his eyes stayed wide and open, and he breathed deeply as the man’s mouth began to work at him. He planted his feet firmly into the dirt below him, gasping, meeting each tug of Mani’s mouth with his own hips.
How had they come to be in this distant land, Gregoire thought suddenly, wildly. What had truly brought them into this strange primeval struggle? His cock seemed impossibly hard in his hand, and he felt each touch on his skin with a clarity that was almost pain. Out of nowhere, soft, shifting hair and girlish laughter seemed to fill his mind. They had come here all those months ago thinking to find an animal, to have themselves a bit of a merry hunt and maybe get a few good sketches for his collection along the way. But each day, they were being drawn deeper into the destiny of this place and these people, deeper into their doom. As far as he and Mani had come from the place where they thought they belonged, Gregoire knew that they were both beginning to realize just what they had found here, in this improbable place, this haunted land.
Finally Mani let Thomas’s cock fall wetly from his mouth, and he slid lower, pressing lips to thighs and calves, lifting feet and pressing a single kiss to the bottom of each sensitive sole. Then he reaching back blindly, rummaging behind him till he found the small tin of grease saved from their evening meal, softened and warmed by the fire.
The thick, rangy smell of the animal fat filled the clearing as Mani pulled some of it from the tin. His eyes locked to Thomas's own as he spread it slowly over his skin. Mani began to sing again softly, barely louder than the sound of the forest around them, but the chant seemed to fill the clearing, seemed to draw something up from inside. Gregoire could feel it in his belly, as if Mani were shaping the very air around them, pulling them at last into the place where they were meant to go, the place where the Beast could not touch them.
Thomas's face held no more fear. He looked up at Mani moving over him, and slowly and deliberately he pulled his knees back, his legs falling open with no hesitation now, his hips rolling up to leave himself fully exposed to their eyes. Gregoire's heart nearly stopped at the sight of it. He was the one trembling now, shaking at the core of him. But Mani's hands were steady as he placed them gentle and reverent on pale hips, and moved forward, pressing his cock just barely into the boy's heat.
It was nearly more than Gregoire could bear, from where he sat it was all exposed to him... the sight of Mani’s thick flesh slowly, so slowly disappearing into the boy’s body, where he was all pinkness and dusky, slicked flesh stretched wide and twitching around that width. Thomas's whole body was shaking again, but he laced his fingers tightly with Mani's own, moaning into the air. Gregoire groaned with them, and started thrusting more quickly into his own hand, making his fingers into a tight, hard ring for his cock to push through.
Thomas let out a long breath as Mani pushed steadily forward, finally seating himself fully, deeply inside the boy’s body. With a slow roll the man slid slickly back out, only to surge forward again, making Thomas’s shoulders rise up from the forest floor as he was penetrated again, and then again. His arms clung to Mani as the man began to move powerfully inside him, his mouth open in surprise, his eyes full of some rising emotion. Gregoire watched it come into the boy’s face, that sudden understanding, that dawning realization of something that Thomas had always known but maybe never until that moment understood. It made Gregoire ache to see it. It made him want to come.
Thomas hooked his legs tightly around Mani’s waist, this time urging him deeper, and dragged the man down on top of him to press their lips back together. Gregoire’s head was full of the smell of wood smoke and musk and dead leaves, the fire licking heat over the front of his body, heat like a brand on his cock. He was sure that he could smell Marianne's hair.
His whole body was burning, and in the distance, still the wolves.
It was too much. Gregoire rubbed hard at the tight skin of his cock, his other hand sliding down to tug almost desperately at the tight ache in his balls. He could hear Thomas sobbing and Mani chanting soft and keen under his breath, and the rhythm of their flesh began to stutter as their voices broke, as they suddenly surged and came hard into each other, crying out into each other, just moments before his own seed rushed out of him, burning with pleasure, to sizzle into the waiting flames.
With a low, spent murmur, Mani slowly pulled himself up from where Thomas still lay sprawled, dazed and glowing in the dirt. Deftly, he reached down and swiped up some of the semen from the boy’s stomach, slipped gentle fingers down as well to gather a bit of his own leavings from where they were starting to pool below, causing the boy to twitch and moan a little to himself. Mani pressed a few more soft, settling kisses to the boy's skin, before approaching the fire. He paused for a moment at each of the four points in the circle, chanting softly under his breath. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he cast their offering into the flames, to crackle and burn and join Gregoire’s own.
The last tingle of pleasure was still skittering through Gregoire’s belly as he let his head tip back, his eyes following the path of the rising heat, imagining that their seed became the sparks that danced into the air, the sparks becoming a prayer, a question asked. They flickered and drifted, into the darkness of the trees, the darkness of the sky. He watched them rise and felt his resolve settle on his skin with his cooling sweat.
They were strong, the three of them. And tomorrow, they would Hunt.

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