“Operation Fuck a Wolf in full effect!” Iluq declared.
“What?” Iluq grinned, delighting at the shocked creature that was his twin. This was the most emotion Atka had shown in a long time, and Iluq was more than pleased.
“His name is Zadine,” Atka insisted, but Iluq waved his words away with a shrug.
“Zadine, hot wolf, whatever.” Iluq tugged on his brother’s hand and pulled him faster.
Ghost-like, they floated on top of the snow. Using a bit of fox magic so they would not sink in, they moved surely and steadily towards Zadine’s den.
For the purpose of midnight seduction, both Atka and Iluq had donned matching leather tunics rife with stitch work in blue and turquoise at the neck and sleeves. Beautiful beadwork created patterns at the chest and collar of each tunic. The rich, white leather was a specialty of their skulk and was soft as the down on a newly born pup. Beneath this, they both wore the traditional double layered black leggings. On their feet were huge, furry, thigh-high white kamiks. The thick, watertight boots were a staple of Inuit culture and especially beloved by the fox brothers, as they emulated their furry fox feet when in true form.
Thus clothed in their handmade finery instead of magic, they crested the snow bank that marked the beginning of the wolf’s — of Zadine’s — property.
“Maybe we should have sent a message,” Atka began. “It’s kind of rude to just show up.”
“We are paying a visit to say sorry and welcome to Last Chance, enjoy your stay,” Iluq explained again. “It is not in poor taste to do this.”
“But it may be in poor taste to seduce him.”
“We are making his year,” Iluq explained yet again. “Everybody has a fantasy about hot twins.” He tossed his black hair over his shoulder. “Everybody knows this.”
“I don’t have a fantasy about twins,” Atka grumbled.
“That’s because you are one.” Iluq stopped and stared at his silver-haired brother. “Have you changed your mind?”
“No.” Atka seemed to stiffen his shoulders and gather his resolve. “I have not changed my mind.”
“Good.” Iluq nodded, sniffling at the delicious smell that seemed to surround the fox’s den. “Because I think this will be fun.”
His words were distracted, he knew, but now that he had resolved to sleep with the wolf, the scent was doing things to his insides.
When he had confronted the wolf before, half his aggression was because the up-close scent of the male turned him on. Only true fear for his brother’s safety kept him for gaining a truly rock-breaking erection. And when his brother’s safety had been determined and the good nature of the wolf acknowledged, he had to hightail it out of the area or he would have embarrassed himself by humping the wolf’s leg.
Never before had a scent hit him so powerfully.
He would have gone back and tried his own seduction of the wolf, but he had scented his brother’s attraction to the red-haired male. He was not so selfish as to begrudge his brother his first infatuation in years, but not altruistic enough to let go of all claim.
The wolf was big. There would be enough to go around.
“I — I can’t help but be a little nervous,” Atka admitted, sniffing the air around them. Even though he hid it, the scent of the wolf was getting to him, as well. “This is an unknown for me.”
“Relax,” Iluq chided. “It’s only sex. Remember that.”
Before they could converse further, a throat cleared, and both foxes turned to see the wolf in question standing before them.
“Oh, hello,” Iluq spoke, moving to stand before the wolf, dragging his brother along. “We’re back.”
“I can see that.” Zadine spoke softly, his accented voice sending tremors through Iluq’s body. He looked over at his brother and saw that Atka was entranced by Zadine’s appearance.
“We came to make amends,” Iluq explained as Atka stared at the wolf in open-mouthed amazement. “I felt bad about the snowball and attacking you, so my brother and I came over to deliver you a meal.” He gestured to the pack on his brother’s back. “May we come inside?”
“By all means, yes.” Zadine smiled, stepping back and waving his hand in the air. A ball of light that Iluq would have named foxfire had Zadine not been a wolf, lit up the path. “I was just considering a meal when I heard you both from below.”
“You heard us?” Atka asked, a flush lighting his cheeks.
“What big ears I have, remember?” The wolf chuckled and Atka flushed darker.
Then Zadine did something unexpected. He stepped over to Atka and reached one long-fingered hand out to touch his hair. “It’s silver,” he whispered. Then he looked to Iluq, his head tilted to the side in question.
“It’s an emotional thing,” Iluq explained, as it seemed his brother was struck mute. Not that Iluq could blame him. The wolf was beautiful.
Standing there in a pair of low-slung tight black jeans and a long sleeved, white T-shirt, his muscular form was plain to see. Zadine’s hair was a mass of large, loose curls that tumbled to his shoulders. As the wolf turned his head to look back at Atka, Iluq could see that the stripe of black that signaled his mane had carried on in his human form.
His face was just as beautiful; strong, cleft chin, wide cheekbones, large, black eyes. Zadine was exotic perfection large enough for Iluq to share with his brother.
“An emotional thing?” Zadine asked. “If it’s not too personal.”
“If you take us where it is warm –” Atka finally broke out of his stupor enough to speak. “– I just might share the tale.”
Nodding, Zadine took one last look at the two of them and then gestured for them to follow him into his den. Iluq watched for a moment as Zadine walked away, and as his well-rounded cheeks shifted beneath the material of his jeans, he had to hold back a groan.
He looked over at his brother and noted that Atka was doing the exact same thing. In fact, his brother looked over at him and grinned.
Yeah, they were both on the same page now.
The wolf wouldn’t know what had hit him.
“Operation Fuck a Wolf in full effect!” Iluq declared.