Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Saved ❯ Who The *Bleep* Are You? ( Chapter 4 )

Saved

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Keiko Nobumoto/Bones characters or ideas. This story is for entertainment purposes only and not for sale or profit.

WARNING: Some dark imagery, a little BD (no SM), some tie and tease?

Chapter Four: Who the F*** Are You?

Marie moved restlessly as awareness slowly dawned. She tried to hug the pillow under her cheek closer to her, seeking the darkness of oblivion once more, but the pillow was firmly lodged under her. She felt something warm and heavy cuddling against her, and she sighed dreamily, half-asleep. A warm breath touched her neck, making goose-bumps arch across her skin. She smiled faintly. *Wolf...* A fuzzy picture of silver and gold flashed through her mind, and one hand absently groped for thickened fur.

Only to find hard muscle.

Something was wrong. Blinking sleepily, she stared down. A long, sinewy arm laid possessively across her curled arm and waist, long fingers draped across her flat abdomen.

Marie blinked.

She was out of the bed in a flash, her feet tangling in the sheets so that the graceful jump turned into a disheveled thud as her bottom hit the floor. Curling tendrils of blond hair obscured her vision, and she angrily swept them aside as she scooted on her butt away from the bed.

The man laid in her bed, his hips swathed in her blankets, the hard planes of his muscular chest starkly contrasting to the blue sheets around him. Brilliantly white hair was cut in a simple military style, a white tail hinting from the side. Yellow eyes stared at her as a firm mouth curved faintly in a smile.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Marie screamed.

The man winced at the sound even as his eyes narrowed.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY WOLF!" Small hands gripped into fists, and she launched herself at him, snarling in sudden anger and fear.

The man gripped her shoulders in a steely hold even as one small fist hit him in the gut, the other weakly fanning across his cheek. Marie screamed, right in his face, even as he growled and rolled them over in a swift move. She struggled and writhed against the hard weight pinning her down. Sheets tangled over her legs, trapping them, even as the man slid his hard grip from her shoulders to her hands, pulling them up and over her head. She gasped in outrage, her blue eyes spitting fire. Rage burned through her, and when nothing else was left to move, she turned her head and used her teeth, biting into the thickened muscle of his forearm.

Golden eyes flashed as a heavy growl came from the man. Marie's answer was to bite down harder, her hips and back bucking against the heavy weight pinning her down. A pillow slithered off the tossing mattress and fell off the side with a soft whisper.

Marie could taste the sharp tingle of blood as her teeth squeezed, and she almost tore a hunk out as long fingers groped along her face and cheek. She tossed her head, trying to escape the prying fingers as they found the pulse-points of her jaw and forced her mouth to open. Screaming in anger, she re-doubled her efforts to dislodge the man, suddenly fearing for her own safety. Pupils constricted as her focus became only to get free of imprisonment. Muffled screams and snarls mixed with her panting breaths as the hand covered over her mouth, cutting off the piercing volume. She tossed her head back and forth, trying to loosen the hold, even as her body rocked from side to side, trying to gain an edge. The weight above pressed down, and she choked back a sob. She couldn't hear the harsh voice above her from the blood rushing in her ears.

She nearly howled in triumph as the weight was lifted for a moment, and then gasped as she was abruptly flipped on her stomach, her opened mouth suddenly full of blue cotton sheets. Her arms were dragged down her back and pinned in the arch of her spine and waist by one firm grip, and powerful legs scissored her own as a strong hand tangled in her butter-blond hair, crushing her head into the soft mattress.

Shock stopped her movements, and her sides heaved as oxygen was cut off. Stars burst across her closed eyelids, and she shuddered, groping for air. The pressure on the back of her skull eased, and she was allowed only enough room to turn her head and gasp for breath. As soon as she made a whisper of a sound, the pressure was back. Marie gagged, and when the weight was relieved once more, she lay gasping hoarsely, but silent.

"Stupid woman." The rugged voice hissed against her ear, and Marie tensed, arching her back. She struggled for a moment, but stopped as soon as minute pressure on the back of her head told her where THAT was going to take her.

"Shut up. Do you want to bring someone in here?" The harsh voice hissed again, as the weight on her hips firmed.

*Well, duh! That's the idea!* Her brain screamed back at him. She allowed a hissing snarl to pass out of her lips, and grew angrier as a quiet laugh heated across her neck.

"You're a feisty little bitch, aren't you?"

Hips suggestively pinned along her backside, and Marie paused. She could feel the sudden heat that emanated off the body covering hers. She stilled, every nerve tingling in fear. She could feel the hard play of muscles over her, the strength of the fingers trapping both of her hands against her back, the tense numbing of her arms and the flattened bend of her shoulders. Something warm pressed against her tangled legs, and she mentally screamed.

Adrenaline surged, and she redoubled her efforts. Even as her breath was cut off once more, she ignored the gasping pain and the stars that burst across her darkened vision, her mind narrowing on only one goal: Freedom.

Something casually swatted against her temple, and Marie moaned helplessly as darkness suddenly overtook her, her body going limp as her mind swam away from consciousness.

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Dark lashes fluttered against her cheek as Marie slowly regained awareness. Numbed nerves sent sharp tingles throughout her abused body, and she let out a weak groan that turned into a muffled gasp as her dry mouth felt the fisted cloth that held it open. Her tongue, swollen and dry, worked against the cloth as her blue eyes flew open in panic.

The man stood casually against the wall by her broke-opened bedroom door, arms crossed and yellow eyes intensely watching her. Fire spat from her blue eyes as she realized just how helpless she had been made, her hands trussed behind her back, her knees tied together by strips torn from her cotton sheets. Nerves screamed at her, and Marie curled in on herself, awkwardly worming her nerve-pained body across the mattress, trying futilely to put as much possible distance between her and the staring man.

"You waste strength struggling, woman." The man said, a muscle jerking in his thigh as he exchanged his weight from one foot to the other.

Marie stilled, blue eyes widening further as they followed the muscle up.

He was completely, stark-raving, bare-ass naked!

Lashes closed and she shook her head as a muffled scream came from her lips. The terror she felt now was nothing like last night's, when a stranger stalked her in the shadows and a wolf had jumped in to rescue her. *Wolf!* Where was her Wolf! What had the sadistic bastard done with her Wolf? She moaned in anguish, calling his name as tears fell down out of her tightly-closed eyes.

The man was suddenly standing above her, one strong hand cupping the side of her face, a calloused finger stroking the wetness from her cheek. Marie shook her head furiously, trying to dislodge the tender caress, hating him more for that indignity than any other. The hand firmed on her cheek, and she shivered.

"You are so passionate." The heated whisper blazed against her bared shoulder as the man knelt behind her. "I would never expect a human to have..."

His words trailed off, and Marie shook her head again, even as her numbed muscles protested as she tried to roll away from the man.

The man's hand left her cheek, and Marie managed to roll over, away from him. But he just hauled the blanket she lay on back across the mattress, and she jerked as strong arms encircled her. She tried to buck against him, but he tightened his grip on her arms and legs, pulling her closer as he sat back on the bed. Her nostrils flared wide as she sought air, the choking protests muffled by the gag in her mouth. She could feel the hard planes of his thighs under hers as he cradled her against him, the firm play of hard muscles rippling across his chest as he adjusted her weight. Something warm against her thighs made her squirm, but the grip tightened until gold eyes bore into hers.

"I am stronger than you. Your struggles are futile---and grow tedious." He growled at her, impatience and warning roughening the commanding voice.

Tears brightened Marie's intensely blue eyes as her mind screamed at her to fight and her exhausted body betrayed her by sagging tiredly against the hard hold he had on her.

"Better." Triumph glinted in the gold, and Marie's eyes narrowed as fury swamped her mind, taking control over her traitorous body. Nerves screamed in pain as she bucked helplessly against him, seeking any way to worm out of his tightened hold.

A familiarly deep, menacing growl froze her, and Marie's eyes widened in shock as the man bared his teeth, sharp fangs glinting in the faint daylight that peaked across her shaded window.

*Wolf?*

The molten gold of his eyes calmed as he saw her sudden puzzlement. Arms tightened their hold around her as another faint laugh tickled across her skin. Marie's eyes flicked across his face, seeking traces of her silver savior in the hard, all-too-human face. Only the flash of sharpened canines and the intense gold of his eyes betrayed the man.

A question formed as a muffled hint in her dry throat, and the man nodded, once, sharply.

"I am Tsume." He said, his shoulders tense as he waited for her response. He watched the play of emotions in her deeply blue eyes, the shock and frightened recognition fading into wonder and curiousity, then darkening into a tentative acceptance.

"I am a wolf." His voice was steel under velvet. "You cleaned the wound on my foreleg." His left arm twitched, and Marie's eyes focused on the faint, red welt that stained across the muscled shoulder, inches above the red pattern of marks from her own bite. That, if nothing else, told her that what this man said was true.

Blinking, she slowly nodded, her tongue working drily against the gag that silenced her questions. The curiosity glowed in her eyes, and Wolf---Tsume---let out an impatient sigh.

"I can assume the guise of a human." He said. Marie shook her head, her open lips working against the gag. Gold eyes glared at her even as the arm around her legs slipped away to touch the corner of her gag. "You will not scream." He warned her in a low growl.

Marie shook her head, making blond tendrils curl over her cheeks at the negative movement. Fingers paused for a breath's second, and then gripped the cloth stuffing and pulled it out to toss it aside. Marie gasped in the fresh air greedily, and the arm supporting her back tightened as she coughed weakly. Her tongue worked around her mouth, saliva wetting the caked dryness of her inner gums.

"I would not have gagged you, but you would not have listened." Tsume's apology was hardly worth the label, but it was all she would get from him.

A tongue flicked out, wetting dry lips as Marie said in a hoarse whisper. "Wolf...I was worried about Wolf."

Gold eyes stared at her.

Marie's throat worked convulsively, before she said in whispered wonder. "You're really him?"

A sharp nod.

"H-How...?" The eyes narrowed, and she nodded in return, not wanting to push him. But she had to know why.

"Why...why did you rescue me? Last night?" She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Her only answer was the flash of sharp teeth in a soft growl, and a rippling shrug that sent her tensed nerves tingling in contact with the muscled movement. She couldn't stop the quiver that ran through her, and she moved slightly in his lap. Something warm and solid rose at her movement, and Marie dropped her eyes, blushing as her body squirmed. Desire spiked her scent, and she realized suddenly just how near and naked HE was, and how helpless SHE was, trussed and cradled in his strong arms.

*Get a hold of yourself, Degre!* She told herself sternly, still not meeting his eyes. She couldn't stop the warm glow that settled in her stomach, or the tingling of her nerves as she became conscious of every inch of contact between them.

Thin nostrils flared as Tsume took in her scent, and a rumble ran deep from his throat. His eyes glowed as he studied the woman held tightly in his arms. A tendril of blond hair curled over one side of her forehead and down her delicate jaw-line, the pale cheeks were flushed and warm, and her lashes fluttered as she kept her gaze down and away from his. Muscles flexed across his strong back, and his hips shifted minutely. Eyes gleaming, he waited.

Marie shivered again as his hips flexed. She needed to get her mind off of that hard heat below her, and fast! It had been far too long since a man had held her...years, really. Not since the messy breakup with Jasen that first year in college had she even thought about a man in...that...way.

She bit her lip, and could only think, "Er...thank you. For helping me..." Her eyes flicked upwards to see his expression, and she froze at the molten blaze that intensified the gold in them. Her eyes flicked down to his hard lips, and she could feel the soft rumble from deep in his chest. Desire softened her body, and a small, pink tongue darted out to lick dry lips.

His hard mouth was suddenly on hers, and Marie's mind whirled into hot desire as he crushed her small body to his...

A/N: I promise there will be some delightfully lemony goodness in the near future....say, next chapter?