COLLAR THE SILVER WOLF

This is part four of the collab with Mish. We still don't own Fatal Fury, and don't expect to get any money from writing this. Donnie and Ryuki however, do belong to Mishaela, so no taking them without permission. The story contains yaoi, domination, and incest...as well as blatant OOC. 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.



The sounds of the club reverberated off the walls as the pair made their way in. Terry looked at Andy and smiled. Every-so-often, a stray light would catch on the stone in his collar and throw colors off. He tilted the chin above it towards his face, "Ready, my beautiful slave?"

Andy took in the atmosphere, the music so loud you could feel it in your bones. The outrageous costumes, or lack thereof. Then he heard his niisan speak, and replied "Yes master. I am."

"Remember what I told you last night," Terry growled as he leaned in close to Andy's ear, "You can do anything else, but no-one takes you except me." For emphasis, he inserted his first finger in the ring of the collar and jerked it towards him, "So long as you behave, you can have all the fun you want out there."

Andy nodded, "Yes Niisan, nobody but you."

The older Bogard hooked his thumb out to the floor, "What are you waiting for, Andy... Go have fun."

Andy smiled and looked out over the floor. "Thank you niisan, I'll choose a pretty one. One you'll love to watch."

"Have as many as you want, Andy..." Terry smiled. Giving Andy some free reign might help him adjust better to the newness of the situation. He was pretty sure that his little uke still missed the German at least a little. Terry moved to a booth that was positioned in the perfect way to see the whole floor and sat down. He wanted to see if Andy really would enjoy himself or if the whole club idea was a waste of time.

Dancing by himself was a well-built, rather androgynous, white-haired youth. His body moved gracefully to the music... his legs and ass most definitely defined by the martial arts.

Andy approached the young man and tapped him on the shoulder. "W...would you like to dance?" he stammered still a bit new to the idea. *Mai would kill me if she heard that. All the times she's asked me and I said no.*

"Sure," the young man said softly. He moved closer to Andy and smiled widely, "I don't usually dance with strangers."

The karateka smiled and moved closer as well, letting their bodies brush together slightly, "I'm Andy"

"Ryuki." Up close, it was evident that the young man was half Japanese. He smiled, "Your master or mistress won't mind?"

Andy chuckled. "Iie, my master brought me here for this." He said as he slid his hand over Ryuki's waist.

"Good thing my boyfriend isn't the jealous type," Ryuki said with a grin and moved just a little closer. "He likes watching me dance with others... among other things..."

"As does my master." Andy said with a smile as he took a small leap and let his hips sway forward to brush against his companion's.

The young man responded by brushing up against Andy from torso to pelvis, "Is this what you were trying to do?"

Looks like he's found someone already, Terry thought to himself as he sipped the scotch whiskey he ordered. His blue eyes raked over his uke and he smiled, I hope this does him some good...

Andy let out a small moan and nodded. "Yes... I...I'm afraid I'm a little new to this." he replied tightening his grip and rubbing back, undulating against the young man in an unmistakable rhythm.

"My koibito is a much better dancer than I am," Ryuki said gently, "He could teach you."

"Alright." Andy replied, starting to get into the act. "I'd enjoy that."

Another body brushed up against him from the back, "Having fun, Ryuki?"

Ryuki blushed and nodded, "Hai, Donnie... This is Andy."

Andy bowed slightly, the honorific gesture ingrained at this point. "Nice to meet you Donnie- san."

"Well, Andy," the tall blue-haired youth said with a grin, "Want us to show you how to dance?" He brushed against the young karateka from behind, letting him feel the hard as stone erection.

Andy bit back another moan and nodded. "Hai. I would like that very much."

Terry raised an eyebrow at the way the pair were surrounding his uke. Andy didn't seem to be having any problems with it and they did seem to be pretty enough for him. Not that he cared. His little slave was really the only other guy he was interested in.

They closed in on Andy from both sides, brushing against him and letting their bodies stroke together.

This time Andy really did moan. "Ahh." He circled his hips slightly brushing against one beauty then the other. He hadn't anticipated a duo, but he couldn't claim not to like it.

Donnie attacked the side of his neck while his koibito got the opposing side. Someone, Andy wasn't sure as to who, was brushing lightly over his swelling bulge and caressing the tip though the pants the slave wore.

.He didn't really care who it was either, only that it fell good. He let one arm slide up to drape over the blue-haired man's neck and let the other hand drop to cup one of Ryuki's tight buttocks.

The taller bishonen dropped his hands to Andy's hips and guided them in the dancing. Every so often, his hard length would press firmly into the small of the karateka's back. Ryuki's fingers teased at the pale blond fighter's nipples through his shirt, bringing them up to pebble hardness under the silk.

"Mmm, that feels good." Andy whispered, the statement managing by some miracle to be heard above the thump of the music.

Donnie leaned down to Andy's ear, "Is your master watching? Is there anything we're not allowed to do?" He didn't want to step on any toes.

Andy nodded, "Hai, he's watching, and he will allow anything, as long as he is the only one to take me."

In front of the beautiful blond, Ryuki arched his hips sharply into the body before him, grinding his arousal against Andy. Long fingers unzipped the slacks and disappeared from view to squeeze and stroke the hidden cock of the karateka. "If you don't like something, just tell me," Donnie whispered.

Andy's hips arched into the touch with a small grunt. "I will, but it all feels good so far." He dropped his gaze away from Donnie and looked at Ryuki. "Kiss me?"

Lips like crushed velvet met with Andy's and they tasted as sweet as fresh raspberries. Ryuki's hands went up into Andy's hair, taking hold while his mouth opened, letting the fighter have an invitation to explore his flavor. The white-haired dancer moaned softly and began to grind his hips in rhythm with the music.

Andy accepted eagerly, sliding his tongue into the moist cavern, licking at the little ridges on the roof of Ryuki's mouth, the insides of his cheeks, and finally to duel with the luscious tongue itself. His hips shifted forward restlessly to increase the friction, then back to do the same for Donnie.

Eyes riveted to the scene, Terry shifted uncomfortably as his cock sprang to life and his jeans tightened. He watched as Andy kissed the white-haired youth, pleased to see that he did find someone to enjoy while he was out there on the dance floor. The blue-haired one seemed content to let the pair wrap up in each other rather than actively participate on the same level as his companion.

Andy let his arm drop from around Donnie's neck so he could tangle the hand in the snow-white hair of the man in front of him. He pulled back just enough to slide his other hand between their bodies to begin twisting Ryuki's nipples as he broke the kiss long enough to give the swollen bottom lip a light nip.

"Easy on him," Donnie's voice whispered softly in his ear, "Ry's gentle by nature... Not really into pain."

Andy nodded and immediately licked the area, soothing any pain he may have caused. Then began pressing kisses as soft and fleeting as butterfly wings over the creamy skin of Ryuki's throat in apology for the oversight.

Moaning, Ryuki's head fell back at the assault on his neck, baring it for more of the sweet caresses. His hands fell from Andy's hair to his shoulders as his body arched into the karateka. "Mmmmmm..."

Andy began suckling the flawless skin delicately. He felt it would be a shame to leave something like a love bite on that perfect complexion, so he kept it as gentle as he knew how. He let his nails drag over the tight butt and up the spine, not enough to scratch, but definitely enough to feel.

A soft whimper sounded from the white-haired youth and he arched again into Andy. "Onegai," he whispered lowly, his voice almost unheard beneath the din of the music.

Andy pulled back, a quick trill of confusion going through him. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be asked for something. "Nani? What do you want me to do?"

"You can take him if you want," Donnie murmured in his ear. "I was teasing him earlier and it looks like he still hasn't gotten over that." One arm went over Andy's shoulder and stroked down Ryuki's chest, making the beauty gasp, "I won't mind at all so long as I can be right here."

"I...I've never been a seme." Andy stammered with a blush, but he had to admit it did have a certain appeal. "I can try though."

Donnie grinned, "I've been both and I like both. It's a good idea to be your opposite at least once, that way you understand what they're feeling too... And how to make it better." His nails ran down Andy's back, "Your master won't mind this?"

Andy bit his lip. "He said I could do anything as long as I didn't let anyone else take me... He never said I couldn't take them."

"Then I guess it's a go," Donnie chuckled. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Andy looked at Ryuki. "How would you like to start? I could take you in my mouth, or you could take me in yours... I want you to enjoy this as well."

The white haired youth dropped down and pulled Andy's cock from behind the zipper. His tongue ran over the whole tip, flowing just under the head while his other hand massaged the heavy sac still hidden from view. Finally taking it into his mouth, he moaned loudly, vibrating the flesh he held.

"GE!!" Andy hadn't expect quite that level of enthusiasm. He buried his hands in the soft, silky hair doing his best not to thrust. "Ahh...that's....unh.. kire!"

Ryuki suckled eagerly, savoring each droplet of liquid desire that seeped from the tip. "He doesn't do anything by halves," Donnie's voice chuckled lowly in Andy's ear. The white haired youth, meanwhile, ran his hand along the shaft to stroke the sensitive skin and give much welcome friction to the hot organ.

"So...I...see." Andy gasped as pleasure continued to crash through his system. He leaned back onto Donnie's chest and let his hips pump forward slightly. "That feels wonderful Ryuki." he whispered as he lifted his hand and let the snowy hair slide over his fingertips like a waterfall.

The soft lips moved down the underside of the shaft, leaving suckling kisses all the way down to the base. Ryuki's tongue trailed back up, his teeth lightly scraping every so often, to the tip and he drug his pearly whites over the head firmly. Then, the white-haired dancer moaned and drove his mouth down the length again, taking it all the way to its base.

This time Andy couldn't stop his hips from jerking forward, that amazing orifice just felt too good. His hands dropped down and clawed at Donnie's legs as he let out a loud cry of pure ecstasy.

"Guess I forgot to mention that my boyfriend likes to suck, huh," Donnie chuckled as he pressed his swollen organ into Andy's back.

Andy nodded for lack of a better response thrusting into that moist heaven helplessly. He arched enough to let a hand slide behind his back and rub the bulge pressing against him.

Reluctantly, Ryuki let the flesh slip free of his lips as Donnie ground into the hand that pressed against his hardness. The blue-haired dancer reached around Andy to unbutton the tight jeans on his koi and slide them down off his narrow hips. The emerald eyed beauty blushed slightly as his swollen manhood was freed from its confines and Donnie whispered in the blonde's ear, "He's ready when you are."

Andy took a moment to drink in the vision before him. "You really are beautiful..." he whispered against the shell of Ryuki's ear as he let his fingers slide over the young man's stiff flesh. He gathered the fluid leaking from the tip and raised it to his lips to lick them away, before glancing back at Donnie. "Do you have any..."

The response was a raised azure eyebrow, "Hmmm?"

"...lube." Andy finished. He could take him dry, but even he could tell Ryuki wouldn't enjoy that.

"I stretched him already and what he did should be enough," Donnie said gently. He tilted the other dancer's chin up a little, "Ready, Ry?"

Ryuki nodded slowly, lost in what was happening with both his body and the music.

Andy pulled away from Donnie's body and slid his hands over Ryuki's ass and down between his thighs. Getting a strong grip he lifted the white-haired youth easily and waited for him to get a good hold so he could position himself properly. Once he had, Andy entered him with a quick jerk of his hips. The entry was smooth despite the incredible tightness, and he took a moment to adjust to the sensation of being buried in another man.

The wavy white hair flew back as Ryuki reacted to the sudden entry with a gasp. His channel convulsed around the intruder in spasms as his breathing quickened and his eyes squeezed shut from the sensations. After a few moments, he writhed on the organ that speared him, trying to entice Andy to do more.

Terry's eyes went wide at what he saw. His little uke was getting to play the part of seme. He smiled, *Just don't get any ideas that you'll be doing that at home, Andy...* He took another drink of his whiskey and watched the playing on the floor of the club.

Andy moaned at feelings Ryuki's squirming was producing. He used his hands to lift the tight body off his pulsing rod, as his hips pulled back. Then he thrust forward again, waiting to see how the uke would react.

Ryuki's long, muscular legs wrapped tightly around Andy's waist and he leaned forward to bury his face against the karateka's neck, lapping at the skin there eagerly. His voice was almost a whine, "More... Onegai?"

Andy smiled, "As you wish..." he whispered as he repeated the thrust again, and then again, slowly setting his rhythm based on Ryuki's reactions.

Ryuki ground his tight backside down on the member until he found the angle that made his body scream in pleasure, "AHHHHH!"

Taking that as his cue, Andy began to thrust more aggressively, aiming for the spot that had brought that impassioned cry. Low grunts of pleasure fell from his lips as that heated tunnel gripped him in it's velvet embrace. *Is this what I made my master feel? Oh God, it is good.* but even as the thought occurred he knew he still preferred receiving.

Loud, vocal sounds streamed from the white-haired dancer as their bodies thrust together in rhythm. He could feel the way the sensations wrapped around his stiff cock and wanted so badly to alleviate the pressure but didn't dare to release his hold around Andy's neck. Donnie rescued him, his arm circling past the karateka's waist and his long fingers taking hold of the neglected organ. When they started pumping, Ryuki's body clamped down, making the heavenly cavity even tighter around its invader.

It was Andy's undoing. Already overloaded by the newness of taking another, and knowing his Niisan was watching, this added stimulation was simply too much. His fingers dug into the skin of Ryuki's thighs as he erupted in a flood of pure sensation. "AHHH!!"

"KAMI," Ryuki's shattered voice signaled his release as his essence flooded over Donnie's hand. The white-haired youth threw his head back again and ground down one last time on Andy's spewing cock, letting the hot flow strike his pleasure button. After a few moments, his legs fell limply to the dance floor but he clung to the blond slave, not having the strength to stand on his own again just yet.

Andy held him close, well aware of how exhausting the aftermath of that kind of pleasure could be. "Dajibou desu ka?"

Ryuki nodded, "Hai... Anatta wa?"

Andy nodded and let out a breathy laugh. "Hai, watashi wa genki desu."

Terry smiled. His little brother's face was still flushed from that new experience. He growled at himself... he just couldn't seem to find a God-damned comfortable position to sit that didn't agitate the rock hard erection between his legs.

Donnie extracted his lover from Andy's arms, "I'm going to take him to the bathroom and clean him up. Thanks, Andy... I enjoyed it too."

"Dou Itachimashite... I had fun." Andy replied a little breathlessly.

Suddenly, Andy was yanked back by the hair into a hard frame. "How was it," Terry's voice growled in his ear.

Andy moaned as he connected. "Umm, wonderful...but not as good as you." he replied. "Did the show please you Niisan?"

The denim covered bulge that pressed against the cleft of his well-defined ass gave the karateka slave his answer. Teeth marked the side of Andy's neck, "I've got a drink waiting for you at the table."

Andy purred in pleasure at the way his master branded him his own and wiggled against that hard presence so tantalizingly close. "Arigato, Niisan. What am I having?"

"I got your favorite - sake." Terry trailed his tongue just at the edge of the collar, "You seem to be enjoying the fact that I'm doing this in front of everyone... Any particular reason?"

"It shows that I belong to you..." Andy replied letting his head fall to the side to give his brother access. "I love it when you prove that you own me."

"I'll bet you want me to take you right now, don't you, Andy," Terry asked, his voice a chuckle.

"HAI!" Andy growled, his voice thick with passion.

He was spun around and pulled up against his master and brother's hard body, "Well, you'll have to wait... It's still pretty early, so there's plenty of time." Terry couldn't believe just what Andy's submission was doing to him. He couldn't believe he was actually looking forward to humiliating his little brother in public. What made it worse was that Andy seemed to want it and more...

~TBC

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