COLLAR THE SILVER WOLF

This is part three of the collab with Mish. We don't own Fatal Fury, and we aren't getting any money from writing this. The story contains yaoi, domination, and incest. If any of that offends, or is against the law due to your locale/age, turn around now and save us all some trouble.

For those left...please enjoy the story.


Andy woke up feeling unusually cheerful. Then he remembered why he was so happy. He looked down at the man dozing beside him. *You actually look kind of innocent when you're asleep niisan, but we both know better don't we?* A feral smile crossed the younger Bogard's face as he thought of the perfect way to wake up his new master. *He did say I could explore after all.* He carefully pulled away the sheet, glad Terry was a relatively sound sleeper, leaving him no tangled limbs to worry about.

Andy left the rumpled cotton sheets pooled at his brother's knees, and took a moment to look his fill. He'd been too busy trying to taste all that succulent flesh to truly appreciate his beauty. The younger Bogard licked his teeth then leaned forward to lap one perfect nipple as his fingers curled around the soft member nestled against short golden curls.

With a soft moan, Terry shifted slightly, his body opening up to the caresses. Andy grinned and pulled back to blow a soft breath over the caramel nub, watching as it hardened, just like the flesh in his hand was starting to. "Come on Niisan, it's time to get up." he whispered.

One strong hand went into the light hair and pulled Andy down for a sleepy, but loving, kiss.

The younger man returned it with a smile, then reached over and tweaked the neglected nipple with his free hand. The following moan was louder and one of Andy's nipples was given similar treatment, "Good morning, Andy."

"Konnichiwa Niisan. Did you sleep well?" he replied as he switched from fingers, to the scrape of nails over his brother's now fully stiff member.

"Wonderful," Terry gasped, his eyes fluttering open. His little brother sure did know how to wake someone up in such a way as to put them in a good mood. "You?"

"Mmm, like a baby." Andy replied dropping his free hand to swipe a few drops of clear fluid from the tip of his new toy. He lifted the wet finger, making certain Terry saw it glistening, the licked the sweet dew away "Would you like me to make you breakfast? I've learned how to make crepes if you don't want a traditional meal."

Terry's eyes smoldered and his voice was a low whisper, "Make what you want, Andy. I trust your cooking."

Andy grinned and leaned down to give Terry's cock a quick lick. "Excellent, I've a taste for the cream sauce that goes with them." he said a little cheekily, before he pulled away and headed for the kitchen.

Pulling himself out of the bed, Terry briefly considered getting dressed but dismissed the idea immediately. With the mood his little brother was in, he would probably just end up undressed again. Much more slowly, he followed Andy to the kitchen and leaned against the doorjamb to watch the beautiful karateka.

Andy leaned into the refrigerator and frowned at the contents. He pulled out milk, eggs, and butter. Leaving only a few bottles of beer, an empty pizza box, and lord knew what in some ancient plastic containers. Luckily, crepes were fairly simple. "Do you have a whisk?"

Terry shook his head, "No. I just moved into this place shortly before I went looking for you."

Andy sighed. "I'll make do." He found a set of small metal bowls, the kind one took camping and set one in the freezer as he began hunting up a fork.

The older Bogard opened a drawer revealing silverware, "Andy... We could go get breakfast elsewhere this morning. I don't have much here... I was busy looking for you. We could go shopping and stock up... You could make lunch if it means that much to cook for me."

Andy picked up the fork and began tapping it against his palm. "Oh? Were you in the mood for something else?"

His chin was tilted up, "You didn't hear me, did you?" Terry's lips brushed feather light over Andy's, "What you've found so far is it. I don't have anything else here."

Andy smiled and scraped the tines of the fork over Terry's chest. "I heard everything you said, you just don't take hints very well."

The fork was removed from his grasp and put in the sink, "Someone's getting a little lippy this morning..."

"Mmm, am I going to be punished?"

"Should I go for evil bastard or just cruel bastard," Terry mused while taking a handful of hair and tilting Andy's head back further. He could see the tiny marks from his earlier attack and smiled softly. He brushed his lips over those marks tenderly, "I think I'll go for cruel this morning..."

Andy shivered at the tone. His teasing appeared to be paying off.

Letting him go, Terry started out of the kitchen, "I think I've got some clothes you left behind earlier this year. I'll go check and see." He threw a glance over his shoulder at Andy, "We'll go out, grab some food, and get that collar for you."

Andy put the counter into a death grip, clenching his fingers so hard the Formica cracked. His trick had backfired in a most spectacular fashion. *KUSO!! I should have just asked him to fuck me.*

A little bit later, Terry came into the kitchen dressed in his usual muscle shirt and tight jeans. In his hands sat a folded up stack of garments, "These are yours, Andy." He eyed his unsettled brother, "Something wrong?" He buried his smile - he knew exactly what was wrong.

"I wanted you to fuck me..." Andy replied, hating the pouty tone that creeped into the statement.

Cupping his chin and lifting it up a little, Terry leaned down and caressed Andy's lips with his own before pulling back. He let go and moved to a kitchen chair then beckoned his little uke to come to him, "C'mere, Andy."

Andy did so, stopping in front of his brother's feet.

"Get on the table, Andy." Terry was going to change his punishment just a little. Such measures were probably a little too harsh for his little slave who was accustomed to being used regularly.

Andy slid onto the table, one knee raised, the other flat against the cool surface.

The older karateka moved the chair so that it was right in front of where Andy was sitting and lowered himself into it. He smiled at his beautiful lover, "Now... I want you to masturbate for me - right now."

Andy moaned and let his fingers run along his throbbing need, teasing himself slightly before wrapping it in his fist and giving it a few slow pulls.

"Good," his master breathed softly, "Keep going, Andy."

The pale haired karateka nodded and sped up the rhythm, as he raised the fingers of his free hand to his mouth and began sucking them hungrily.

Unzipping his jeans, Terry pulled out his own organ and trailed his fingers through the clear fluid that seeped from the tip. Without hesitation, he held those digits up in front of Andy's face, "Want to taste these, little slut?" He couldn't resist using the degrading term, knowing how much his slave liked to hear it.

Andy stopped sucking on his own fingers with a low moan. "Yes...may I?"

"Yes," he was answered. Terry's other hand was slowly stroking his own pulsating flesh; he sight of his brother doing what he was doing for the older Bogard's pleasure was intoxicating.

Andy pounced on the slick fingers, rolling his tongue over each one in turn, before taking them all into his mouth and sucking on them forcefully. His own slick fingers were slid under his legs and toward his own opening where he thrust two in and began moving them in time to the hand on his cock.

Just before it looked like the eager little slave was about to climax, Terry uttered his next command, "Stop."

Andy whimpered as he forced his hands to still. He looked at his master, eyes filled with pleading and unfulfilled desire.

Terry stood up and grabbed an ankle, pulling his uke towards the edge of the table. Once he got his ototosan's feet on the floor, he turned Andy around and pressed him face first on the small surface. With a palm flat on the broad back, he pressed the tip of his desire into the stretched ring and then slid it in the rest of the way. "Is this what you want, little slut?"

"Yes!! I want you to fuck me like the slut I am!" Andy hissed gripping the edges of the table.

Driving in, Terry felt the scrape of the ring and groaned at how it caressed every inch of his hard cock. "I... I can't let... my poor little... slave go hungry... can I," he panted as he thrust in mercilessly. His hands slapped over Andy's biceps and he used that grip as leverage while he pounded the sweet, hot opening beneath him.

Andy growled under the fierce thrusts, slamming his hips back to take them deeper. "AH FUCK!!! It's so fucking good!!"

Terry was relentless, giving every inch of his hard length that he could. He kicked Andy's legs apart roughly, letting the table support his brother's whole weight before he titled his angle. With a gasp, the tip of his cock jabbed right across the hidden nub inside the cavity.

The pale haired karateka arched up with a shout. "TERRY!!" He'd teased himself too well, his climax was approaching with blinding speed. He fought it back, wanting to draw this out as long as possible, but it was a loosing battle.

Letting go of the other fighter's arms, Terry hooked under Andy's knees and lifted them up, catching the edge of the table to keep them high. This spread his slave open even wider and he pressed in even deeper, ramming himself into the confines of his ototosan's body. "Andy... you feel so... so good... so hot... so tight."

Sweat poured off of Andy's skin as he felt his resolve cracking under the assault. "Oh God...I...I can't ...hold....back."

"Then don't," Terry nearly shouted, his face red from the intensity of what was about to happen. His muscles flexed with each shuddering thrust into that wanton, greedy opening.

Permission granted Andy let himself tumble over the edge with a roar, tumbling into an orgasm so fierce it almost hurt.

Terry gave one last hard thrust, the impact slamming the small table up against the wall it had been placed against. His face buried in the smooth back under him as his seed exploded to coat the walls deep inside Andy's body and he cried out, "ANDY!" It felt almost like he was dying and then being reborn through his and his brother's passion.

"Ah...Terry..." Andy moaned softly "so good."

Falling back into the chair, he drug Andy with him, hissing at the feel of his organ being shifted while it was still nestled deeply within his brother, "God, Andy... That was intense..." Terry's tongue lapped away some sweat at the side of the younger fighter's neck, "I think I'm going to love having you as my slave, little brother."

"Mmm, I know I'm going to love being your slave niisan." Andy replied wiggling his butt slightly as he leaned into his master.

Terry moaned again, "Not enough for you, little slut?" He made his cock jump a couple of times before it could soften fully.

"Never enough master, not with you." he replied. "But I could use a bit of time to recharge."

"Good, we still have to eat and get your collar for tonight." Terry licked at the corner of Andy's mouth as his hand ran over his slave's spent organ, swiping up quite a bit of the essence that still clung to the tip. The older Bogard licked a few of the drops from his hand right when Andy was looking and smiled seductively, "You taste sweet, ototosan."

Andy groaned slightly, feeling a little spike of desire at watching his brother lapping up his seed. "Will I be allowed to taste you again?"

Nodding, the older fighter gave his slave one last hug before standing him up and disengaging their bodies, "You probably should get cleaned up... Unless you like feeling like you've just had a thorough fucking all day."

"Will you be joining me this time niisan?" Andy asked hopefully.

"I need to get cleaned up too." Terry stood up and ran appreciative hands down his beautiful brother's body, "God... All those years of training made you perfect, Andy."

The younger Bogard blushed slightly. "Not as perfect as you."

"Being my slave doesn't mean you have to stroke my ego, Andy." Terry kissed his forehead tenderly, "I'm not vain... I don't need compliments."

"It's not some empty compliment... I said what I feel." he replied reaching up to smooth a tangled piece of his brother's hair. "I think you're beautiful Terry. I always have... and if I was going to stroke something it would be better than your ego."

Terry leaned down, "That doesn't change the fact that we have things to do today, Andy." His lips caressed the soft one's of his uke, "No matter how much I like the idea of fucking you silly."

Andy sighed, "Okay, I'll be good. Mind if it's a bath this time?"

"Not at all."

Andy nuzzled the powerful chest a few times before heading into the bathroom to fill the tub. He smiled the entire time, eager to start his new life as Terry's slave.

* * *


It was a store Terry usually didn't go near, but it had what he was looking for. In an assortment of sizes and styles. His eyes swept over each different collar, matching them to the quiet blond beside him. "Do you see any that you like, Andy?"

The 'silver wolf' pointed to a simple black one embedded with a brilliant sapphire blue jewel. "That one is nice it reminds me of your eyes."

The one Andy pointed out also had a ring just under the jewel specifically for a leash. *I suppose I'm going to have to get one of those too, * Terry thought to himself and then stole a glance at his slave, *Although, maybe it won't be so bad... * He took both the collar and it's matching leash, "Ready, Andy?"

Andy nodded, "Yes Master I am."

The young man at the counter totaled the bill. As Terry was paying for both items, he noticed how the youth looked at Andy, "Nice, isn't he?"

"Very, sir," the cashier said as he stole another glance.

Terry grinned, "Maybe someday, you'll find one of your very own and stop looking at someone else's then." He collected his new purchases and led Andy out.

Andy waited until they were outside, then paused, lifting his hair. The small patch of dye totally forgotten. "Will you put it on now Niisan, I want to know I belong to you."

Unbuckling the leather collar, Terry slid it around his slave's neck and then fastened it carefully, making sure it wasn't too tight. "How's this," he asked softly when his hands pulled away.

Andy sighed as it settled into place, it felt a little odd but the knowledge that this marked him as his nissan's slave overshadowed any discomfort. "It's perfect my master, my niisan. Just perfect."

Long fingers traced around the edges of the collar lightly, "I'm glad, Andy." His eyes shined with a variety of different types of love, "This means that you stay... permanently."

"Permanently." Andy repeated in a whisper, loving the way the word rolled off his tongue. He pulled Terry's hands to his lips for a breathy kiss, then held it against his chest. "Oh Terry.... Niisan... Master. You've made me so happy."

Terry smiled back, "Good... Let's go home, Andy."

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