A Love Greater Than Time
Set in the universe of Of Flesh, Fur, and Fang and Of Blood and Brooms
“I love you,” he whispered softly, still clearly audible to the other werewolf’s sharp hearing.
“I would hope so,” the man replied with a smile, tucking the last of the dishes away in their rightful place.
Hands settled at his hips, warm and comforting, drawing his body back into a solid form as soon as he had closed the door to the storage container for their dishware. “I really love you,” the man murmured nibbling at his ear gently.
“Kangin,” he said patiently, relaxing into the strong hold, “I know that. What brought on this declaration?”
“We’ve been together a long time,” the man said as if it was his way of explanation. A long time was an understatement of the century since they had been together for 362 years and 4 months by his count. “And we have been through a lot together.”
At the words his mind raced back over the years, over the countless battles they had weathered both inside and out. It raced back over the numerous additions to their pack, the joy in seeing its members find their own mates and the wonder when a precious few were able to produce children from that bond. He remembered the laughter of the pups playing through their house, the deep sorrow as a member of their pack was killed and her mate’s longing to follow her into death, the struggle to save him, and the peace of seeing him mated again.
He could remember the closely guarded secret of their race, and the point in time when science grew so advanced that they couldn’t hide what they were any longer. He remembered the genocide of their kind, the fight that had wiped out over half of their pack and left every wolf within changed; the fight for their simple survival against the fragile yet tenacious creatures that they almost all used to be. He remembered the pain, the fear, the joy, and the tears. He remembered that through it all, they had been together.
“We have,” he murmured, turning in the hold of the other man so that they could face each other, “and you know that I love you deeper than any words can express. You can feel it, so why this sudden train of thought?”
“I was just thinking,” the Alpha admitted.
“Dangerous thing that is,” the man quipped drawing a smile from the older wolf.
“What would I have done if I had lost you?”
“Gone on like you always have. You have the pack to protect,” Leeteuk replied, knowing that it was the truth.
“Siwon and his mate can take care of them,” he brushed off. “I’m old, and I’m tired.” The words brought back a fear that had begun bubbling at the back of Leeteuk’s mind as of late. He himself was ancient as far as human life spans went, living well over his share of years, but Kangin, although he had never said, had to be nearly double that. Most old wolves lost a part of themselves to their Beasts and he was surprised that Kangin hadn’t.
“Our pack is safe now, safer than they were before the Discovery,” he said firmly referring the common name for the time when humanity had discovered the existence of supernatural things as more than simply tale or myth. “It’s like the days back when I was born but with better technology.”
“Yes I do so enjoy running water,” Leeteuk said with a smile, an attempt to lighten the mood.
“I’m not quite that old,” Kangin grinned.
“Some civilizations did have running water fairly early on,” he countered. Kangin laughed and growled all at the same time, leaning in to steal a kiss.
“You know what I mean,” he rumbled against the other man’s lips.
“I do,” Leeteuk replied honestly. “And when you are ready to go swimming, you know I will be right there beside you.”
“I know.” Any werewolf overhearing their conversation would know instantly what it was that they were referring too. Werewolves could not simply die of old age, the magic in their blood healed them too quickly for that. They could, however, both be killed and commit suicide since no werewolf could float and most could not swim. A silver bullet to the head would work just as well, but few wolves chose to end it in that way. “I could never be responsible for your death.”
“And so here we are, 200 years later, having the same old conversation,” Leeteuk told him. “Go make something useful of yourself, after all you are Alpha over a fairly large domain. I’m sure there is someone who has trouble you can sort out.”
“Bleh,” he grimaced, “It’s all fights over territory and mates with these pups. It gets tiring.”
“Yes your life has been oh so boring since the humans fled,” Leeteuk said dryly reminding him of the moment nearly 50 years ago when the humans who could not beat all things supernatural had fled to the cities built in the sky to leave those they called ‘beasts’ to rule the earth. That had suited the species left behind just fine and by mutual agreement they had stripped down several of the humans more massive cities to something more reminiscent of a time nearly 500 years before. “Now you know how I feel doing your house work day after day.”
“I told you we could hire someone else for that,” Kangin said with a wince.
Leeteuk shooed him away, “I enjoy it. Now go do something productive and let me clean my kitchen. I need to get ready for dinner tomorrow the Inner Pack is coming over.”
“Then by all means I will take my leave,” Kangin grinned and held up his hands in defeat.
“Good. You might as well go help Zhou mi. I heard he was going to try his Quieter influence on a dragon again, and you know how well that went last time,” Leeteuk informed him.
Kangin chuckled, “About as well as it did when he tried to Quiet a Fae for the first time. I might just do that.” Leeteuk could see the bunching of muscle in Kangin’s upper body as he rolled his shoulders. The excitement at the prospect of a fight was bubbling through their bond, and Leeteuk shook his head as he moved back to the counter. A bored wolf was one who thought of silly things like going for a final late night swim and Kangin tended to be more bored then most.
He could hear his mate bounding out of the house, and unlike hundreds of years ago, he didn’t worry for his return. The worst that could happen would be the death of them and after all their time of living, that didn’t seem altogether that bad. After all, no matter what sort of trouble the Alpha got up too, he could feel, as steady as the first day he felt it, the deep pulse of love and that made everything alright.AN:
Well when I said I wanted the muses to wake up, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind... I guess this is what happens when you have characters that are nearly immortal... interesting... lol