COLLAR THE SILVER WOLF

This is the second part of the epilogue of my collab with Mish. Once again we don't own Fatal Fury or it's characters, and we aren't making any money for writing this. The fic contains yaoi, bondage and discipline, incest, and graphic sex. If you don't like that or shouldn't view it due to your age/locale please get a clue and leave!

For the rest...enjoy!! It's finally done!


Unlocking his apartment door, Terry tossed his keys on the coffee table and opened up the large bag he brought in to take out one of the many bottles of whiskey he'd bought. Unscrewing the cap, he put the opening to his lips and guzzled down nearly a third of the contents in one swallow. This was going to be one hell of a night.

The liquor burned all the way down, but he didn't care. It was nothing compared to the big hole in his chest... The one right where his heart used to be. Grimacing, he tilted the bottle back and drained another third... A little more and he'd have it empty. Then, he could start on the next one.

With a growl, he polished it off and then took out the next bottle. His hand savagely tore off the cap and he grabbed the bag, taking it in with him to the bedroom. Terry gulped down the entire bottle before spinning around and hurling it at the wall near the door, "GOD-DAMN-IT!!!"

It was another hour before he passed out across the bed, not even bothering to undress.

Andy shivered as he approached the apartment in the predawn light. His entire body was sore from his night sleeping on the park bench. He didn't want to think about the men who tried to accost him, thinking the collar he'd held clutched in his fist would be worth a quick buck, or why he'd been so furious when they'd grabbed it and tried to run for it.

He'd been on his way from the scene before their bodies even hit the ground, the collar once again firmly in hand. Arriving at the door to Terry's apartment he raised his hand to knock, hesitating a moment before rapping his knuckles on the battered wooden door.

Terry stirred slightly... What was that noise? He lifted his head from the bed and looked around. Seeing nothing out of place, he let it fall back down and closed his eyes again.

When he got no answer Andy reached down to try the knob, not really expecting it to be unlocked. He blinked a moment when it opened and swung in with a soft squeak. Andy smiled slightly, Terry had never remembered to bring home some oil for the hinges. Then the smile fell...would he ever see Terry coming through the door with his day's purchases again?

The blond fighter was oblivious to the visitor, his eyes closed as his breathing held deep and regular.

Andy shut the door behind him and locked it automatically. He silently made his way to the bathroom, a hot bath would be so nice right now. That would mean passing through the bedroom, where he and Terry had... no he wouldn't think about that now. A bath, some new clothes and he'd leave again.

His shoes crunched on something and he looked down to find the remnants of a shattered whiskey bottle littering the floor. *Shimatta...he did it again. He tried to drown his sorrow and it's my fault.* Andy continued towards the bedroom, scared of what he might find. Terry might have finally drunk himself to death. He frowned at what he saw...

Terry lay sprawled across the bed. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before and his right hand was crusted with blood. All across the sheets, there were little smears from where he'd rolled around on the bed and not even realized he was bleeding.

Andy sighed and headed towards the bathroom to dig out the first-aid kit. He shook his head over the mirror that hung near the door, a huge starburst in it's center made him suspect this was how Terry had hurt his hand. He continued into the bathroom and dug around in the cabinets for a moment before locating the kit. Medical supplies in hand...he approached the bed and set the white plastic case on the bedside table, before lowering himself to the mattress and running a hand over his brother's tangled hair.

The fighter moaned at the familiar caress, but couldn't seem to bring himself out of sleep to answer it. His hands clenched reflexively, as if he were trying to grasp something. After a few moments, he gave a soft whimper and started to pull himself inward; curling up into a fetal ball.

Andy smiled a little sadly, his niisan looked so very vulnerable right now. He gently pulled aside the injured hand before it could be cradled against his brother's chest. He set the limb across his lap and pulled out a bottle of wound wash, trying to rinse away any glass that might remain hidden in the cuts.

With a hiss, Terry jerked his hand away and pulled back against the headboard of the bed. His eyes focused on Andy and narrowed to slits. "What are you doing here," he asked very carefully, guarding himself from the surge of emotions washing through him.

"Tending your wound." Andy replied, feeling another stab of pain at the gaze. The tender emotion that had always been there was nowhere in sight.

"Why?"

Andy dropped his eyes and shrugged. "Because...just because." He looked back up "Now give it back, you might still have glass in it."

Hesitantly, Terry held it out and sighed softly. He couldn't hold up his angry facade for much longer. *God, Andy, how could you betray me like that...*

Andy took it gently and continued to splash the antiseptic over the gashes, blowing on it softly to take away the sting. He had to tweeze out a few shards of the broken mirror, but not many.

Closing his eyes, Terry reminded himself that the pain was much less than the hurt in his chest. He tried so hard to fight back the hot tears that started to seep from under his golden lashes. I still love you, Andy... I don't think the pain's ever going to go away...

Andy frowned at the injury as he searched for the dull gleam of glass. Finding none he let out a sigh of relief and reached for some ointment. "This should make it feel a little better." Andy said simply to fill the silence as he began to spread the oily cream over the area.

A few of the tears escaped, flowing down Terry's cheeks in unmistakable trails. He wanted to wipe them away, but didn't dare risk it. Drawing attention to himself might cause Andy to see them. He wasn't sure what the pale blond was after, so he kept very still.

Andy saw something clear drip down from Terry's chin out of the corner of his eye and looked up with a gasp. "Terry??" He hesitantly reached up to brush the tears away. If he thought he'd felt bad before, seeing those tears made him feel positively abysmal. "Please Terry, don't cry."

Pain flashed across Andy's face and Terry winced inwardly. He wanted his little uke back. He wanted the karateka trying his best to please him again. He couldn't take this empty pain. Finally, and with a groan, Terry reached forward and pulled the other blond by the hair into a possessive kiss.

Andy moaned and arched into the kiss, tears of his own falling down his cheeks unchecked. *Niisan...*

Fingers brushed the side of the bare neck and Terry felt disappointment that the collar was not there. There would be no tugging the blond into position, or leading him around, or forcing him down from a standing position. The older Bogard growled and let his teeth make their mark on the pale flesh.

Andy let a small cry and let his head loll back. "Niisan...oh god..." His fingers flew up and pressed the golden head into his throat.

"So I'm 'Niisan' again," Terry murmured and gave a rather harsh bite, "How quickly it changes with you, Andy."

More tears fell for a different reason, but the pale blonde didn't comment, he deserved the pain the phrase invoked. He simply pressed himself against Terry's body, begging him with soft caresses to take him back.

Terry pulled back and saw the tears. His face didn't soften, he was the master and Andy was going to realize that, "Why did you come back?" His tone of voice demanded an answer.

Andy dropped his gaze. "I never really wanted to leave... I... I just got hungry." His breath hitched slightly. "I didn't mean what I said Terry, I really didn't... I just wanted to make you notice me again. The way you did when you first collared me."

"I never stopped noticing you, Andy," came the hoarse answer. Terry knelt on the bed and pulled on the hair he had in his grip, bringing the uke against his chest, "Why didn't you say something? Where did you go in your search for a new master?"

Andy stared up at him, his eyes begging his brother to understand. "It was just supposed to be for one night... and then I'd return... I thought I'd offend you."

"Where did you go," Terry ground out through clenched teeth as he twisted the hair he held. He didn't like the way the question was avoided.

Andy bit his lip and whispered, "Hauer...and he turned me away."

The news was enough that Terry almost screamed in rage, "You went back to HIM?!?" Andy was flung down on the bed and the blond fighter crawled off to rummage through one of the drawers. He returned a few moments later and let his eyes sweep over the trembling body laying on the covers, "Get undressed - NOW!"

Andy shivered at the pure rage pouring from his brother, but he didn't dare disobey. He pulled off the pants and shoes, tossing them aside.

One hand pressed against Andy's chest, the flashing blue eyes above him daring him to move, as Terry reached down and roughly pinched one of the tan nipples. It hardened immediately and was then snugly secured in a tiny clamp that held it tightly. The procedure was repeated for the other nipple and Terry stepped back, "Now, on your hands and knees."

Andy gasped and rolled over. The clamps were sending little jolts of pain through his system, but not in a bad way. He still couldn't quite believe they were there. They'd never used toys before. He got on all fours and waited for what would follow.

Reaching under him, Terry flicked one of the weights that dangled from the little shell, "I got these a while back, but I wasn't sure if you'd like them or not." He stood back up with a growl, "I'm going to punish you and you're going to stay just like that and take it." Moving a little more to Andy's side, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off his waist. Bunching the leather in his hand, Terry wasted no time, immediately slapping it brutally across the upturned backside.

Andy inhaled sharply, barely stopping himself from pulling away. That had hurt! He gritted his teeth and tried to prepare himself for more blows.

They rained down, creating a bright pattern of red stripes across his buttocks. Terry knew that the dangling weights swayed from each blow and he also knew that they would stimulate the nipples, taking some of the sting of his anger. But he wasn't going to stop until his little uke was begging.

Andy began to whimper as the belt continued to slap against his tender skin. The clamps at his nipples weren't enough to cancel out the pain anymore. He sobbed pitifully and finally let himself scream. "Dame!! Please stop Niisan! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!"

The punishment ceased as quickly as it had begun and Terry dropped the belt, "I want to know EXACTLY what you're sorry for, Andy."

Andy blinked away his tears of pain. "I'm sorry for not telling you what I was feeling. I'm sorry for going back to Hauer, for going to the club, for disobeying you..."

"Prove it," Terry said, his command simple and harsh.

"How??" Andy wailed, he had no clue how to make up for something this huge.

Terry shrugged out of his vest, "That's up to you, ototosan. I'll judge what you do and then decide if I'm going to keep you. I suggest that you do well..." The tone of his voice left little doubt that the sun-gold blond wouldn't hesitate to punish him again if he found it necessary.

Andy did the only thing he knew how. He turned back around and began reaching for the zipper of Terry's jeans, pausing just before he touched them. "May I?" His answer was a nod.

Andy pulled down the zipper with trembling hands and pulled out the flesh within. He licked his lips then pressed a kiss to the head, then all along the side from tip to base then back again on the other side.

Carefully, the person attached to the flesh moved and lay down on the bed. Terry watched Andy through half-lidded eyes, waiting to see how this was going to play out. He laced his fingers behind his head, reluctant to put them into that silky hair. If he didn't keep a grip on himself, he'd probably ruin this as his hormones went raging out of control.

Andy continued to press kisses to Terry's cock, covering every inch before going down again and taking one of the testicles into his mouth. He gently suckled the round globe, bathing it with his tongue, as his hand began to stroke the thick rod above it.

There was a moan and a slight arching of the older fighter's hips, "Ahhh... Mmmm... Feels good..."

Encouraged, Andy released the testicle to repeat the treatment for it's twin. His free hand began running over one denim encased thigh, massaging the skin underneath.

Reaching out, Terry pulled on one of Andy's legs until he moved his body around so that the bright striping on his ass was again visible to the taller blond. Gently, one strong hand caressed the heated flesh. Terry put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, getting them wet with his saliva.

Andy's slight hiss of pain dissolved into a moan. His sensitized bottom registered even this delicate touch as pain, but like the clamps on his nipples it was the good kind. He reluctantly let go of Terry's balls so he could take the turgid flesh between his lips instead. He slid down slowly, not stopping until Terry was fully seated in his throat, and his nose was buried in the short, golden curls of his brother's groin. He stayed that way, swallowing reflexively but not bobbing.

A much louder moan sounded as Terry thrust up into that divine heat. Having decided his digits were wet enough, Terry plunged them deep into Andy's opening and drove them hard against his small button of pleasure. *Keep your wits about you, Andy...*

Andy barely restrained himself from biting down and hissing as the pleasure hit him. Instead he screamed around a throatful of karateka and began to bob his head. Lifting up with the barest scrape of teeth until he could suck the sweet juice at the tip, then right back down to the base.

Terry's other hand went to the back of the silky head and he held on while his hips pumped up. His thick cock repeatedly drove into Andy's throat, the friction making the blond fighter growl at how it felt to be in his brother's mouth and throat. He couldn't stop himself from fucking that wonderful mouth, it just felt too good. His fingers began to drive in and out of the hole, striking the small bump hidden inside with every re-entry.

Andy continued to bob his head in time with Terry's thrusts, moaning loudly everytime those wonderful fingers rammed his prostate. He continued to stroke the muscular thigh and let his other hand slide up his brother's t-shirt so he could trace the ridges of the taught belly.

The upward thrusts came faster and Terry began to moan loudly and continuously. He was pulling back further and thrusting up much deeper into the sweet mouth that constricted around his cock. His fingers stopped thrusting and began to simply work against the button. Finally, Terry's pelvis pitched up and he came, unloading his essence into the heat. Just before Andy would have, however, he pulled his hand out as he fell back on the bed. "That was good..."

Andy swallowed his brother's seed with a whimper and bent to lick at the softening organ, catching any traces that might remain. His body was screaming for release, but he kept his peace, sitting back on his knees and waiting for his next order.

Blue eyes surveyed the submissive posture, "You want my forgiveness, yes?"

Andy nodded. Eyes downcast.

"And if I give it, what will you do, Andy?" Terry's voice was low.

"Exactly as you say..." he replied, "I'll never keep things from you... and I'll never run away again."

There was a satisfied nod, "Aishiteru, Andy-chan." Terry followed this with a gentle caress down the side of his ototosan's face, "Go get your collar."

Andy slid off the bed and retrieved the collar from the pocket of his pants. He held it out much as he had the night before, laid across both hands as he knelt down raising it above his head.

It was taken from his grasp and unbuckled, "Come up here, Andy."

The pale blond slid back onto the bed and moved to his niisan's side.

"Straddle my legs, Andy."

Andy moved down a bit and threw one leg over his brother's, straddling the long limbs.

The collar slid around his neck and was fastened, "Today had better be a reminder to you, slave." Terry stuck his finger into the ring and jerked Andy forward until his face was merely an inch away, "MY hands are the ones that touch the collar latch... Your punishment will be much worse if you take it off again... Understood, Andy?"

Andy nodded. "Hai Niisan, I understand."

The taller fighter closed the final bit of distance and kissed his ototosan, "Now, I'm going to fuck you, Andy... Do you want that?"

Andy savored the kiss as he nodded dreamily. "Hai..."

"Good," Terry purred, "Undress me."

Well...once again I had to split a chapter that was formerly one part. You guys don't mind, right? It's that or leave you hanging since converting to HTML is a beeyach on my dinosaur of a computer.


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