Wanting More (Part6) --Le Finale!!!--
OOOOOK so this one took me a while because I wanted to make the ending good, I hope youz are satisfied with it, I tried hard to include some of the request in the comments, and I do hope I didnt ruin the ending. Anyway, now that this major rock has fallen from my heart I will end this friggin long story FINALLY with either a sad or a happy ending??? Lemme hear some honest comments about what you think. Even hater-criticism is welcome, god knows i need it sometimes to keep me motivated.
my lovely peoplez under 18....if you read this and your parents ask you why there are suspiscious wet spots on your desk-chair, I will make myself anonymous and take no responsibility....you have been warned :P
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"Chika wait!" he called after her, seeing her figure run down the street. He jumped into his jeep and hit the gas to catch up to her, pulling up beside her and driving at her speed. "Chika...get in."
She shook her head, hiding her face with her hair, but Vash already knew she was crying. "Just get in the damn car! Where else will you go!"
"I don't care!" she stopped and turned to him. "I don't care where I go, what I do or who I'm with as long as it's not any of you, I just can't deal with this family anymore, I'm sick of it! All of it!"
"Don't be ridiculous, they're still your family, get in the car, we'll go to my place and then we can talk about this." He bargained, frowning at her, trying to hold his anger in chains.
"I don't want to go to your place to listen to you lecture me and tell me how stupid I was to have sex with Zack, the rival of your existence! And to top it off, I can share the couch with your new fling and have a good time listening to you two having sex, as if knowing that she's there isn't disturbing enough for me! Thanks, I'd rather live with Zack than go to yours." She shuddered at the mention of his name, remembering the event, the look in his eyes, how he had completely changed in seconds from caring and considerate to beastly and dominating. Vash, whose anger burst into the open as she mentioned Zack's name, had already stepped out of the car and walked around to the other side of the car to stand right in front of her, nearly two heads taller than her, she marked that he resembled Grey in so many ways.
"Get in." he growled.
"No!" she refused, her face wrinkling into a frown.
"Either you get in, or I'll drag you in...which one do you want? I don't mind either but we will talk about this!" He insisted, opening the car door for her.
"Which part of; I-don't-want-to-see-you, Do you not understand?" she said coldly, making sure to pronounce each syllable. Vash glared at her for a second, concealing the wince in there before he hardened his eyes and quit bargaining.
"None. Because I won't believe that." He said, lifting her up against her will and throwing her into the by-passenger seat of his car. He used the seat belt to tie her into place so she couldn't escape, fighting off her struggles and screams and attempts at scratching and biting him. "Seem familiar?" he asked, tying the last knot. The moment the words left his mouth, she went silent. They stared at each other for a moment, she in disbelief and he in anger masked with an emotionless coolness. He got into his own seat, and began to drive in silence to his own house, feeling the boiling anger growl with the need for revenge inside him. They drove together, both looking ahead, both silent, both unable to break that silence.
After a half hour ride in silence, Vash's jeep came to a halt in front of his house. After the engine died, the only remaining sound was that which nature added to the ambient. They sat still, neither moving nor speaking, barely even breathing apart from Vash, whose breathing steadily grew more violent as Zack's face flitted through his mind. He proceeded to step out of the jeep and walk around the front of it until he came to the by-passenger side. He swung the door open and began to untie Chika, as gently as possible, but failed since his boiling anger and hate refused his desire to be a gentleman.
"Vash...I don't want to talk it" Chika pleaded whisperingly, her eyes remaining glued to the horizon. Vash didn't budge, he continued untying her, gritting his teeth until his jaw bones stuck out, which was his only way to stop himself from growling in anger. "Vash, please I-"
"You don't really have a choice!" he interrupted violently, pulling the seatbelt off her, grabbing her by the elbow and ripping her from the car, after him towards his house. He shut the door with a loud bang, letting her go and walked towards the couch where the lioness slept peacefully. Vash woke her up, obviously trying to be sensitive but failing poorly. "Ginger..."
"Hey tiger" he purred, smiling as she yawned and stretched herself awake. Chika fidgeted uncomfortably, hoping Vash would give her the clothes he was collecting off the floor.
"You need to leave." He said sternly, pushing the clothes at her and helping her up without her having made a gesture to lift herself.
"What? Now? Vash it's night, can't this wait until morning, we could just lie here and sleep or do something to keep you-" she began.
"No you need to leave, now." He fussed, pulling her shirt over her head and pushing her out the door, ignoring her mumbled and hisses of complaint, especially as she spotted Chika. Until he finally shut the door in her face and left the room silent.
"Vash, that was really rude, she didn't deserve that, you could have explained that to her better." Chika frowned at him.
"There's no time for that, you-" this time Chika interrupted.
"There's always time for an apology, it wasn't fair. What's happened to you, you never used to be like this." Chika whined.
"Chika, once you tell me what happened and I take care of it, it'll be fine." He said, grabbing her and forcing her onto the couch.
"Vash you're hurting me!" She whined, trying to get him off her. He placed himself next to her and stared at her with a contemplating frown that never resided.
"I told you I didn't want to talk about it!" Chika complained, pulling her arm from his grip and fixing her clothes. "And there's no need to be so rough."
"I told you that you don't have a choice!" he growled, turning her to face him and staring at her expectantly. She didn't look back at him, and she didn't say anything.
"Look you know what he did, it doesn't make a difference if I explain it or not..." She finally complied in a whisper, rubbing her arm for comfort. Vash's exhaled sharply, a deep growl rumbling in the back of his throat, his fangs revealed themselves to Chika in a threatening manner for the first time.
"It makes a difference to me" he said, panting with a lethal tone underlining his voice. Chika gulped as she saw him, turning away and refusing to talk about her most horrid event. Vash grabbed her arm again and turned her towards him, grabbing her other arm and clasping both paws tightly to cling onto her so she couldn't look or move away from him. "Just tell me!"
"Vash you're hurting me!" she struggled, her paws grabbing onto his to shove him off but he overpowered her easily. "Stop it! Why are you doing this? It's not your right to force me!"
"This is my house, you're in it and you've got nowhere else to go, that sort of makes you the property of whoever takes you in first, you should be thanking me that I'm taking that job!" He hissed, his wolven anger taking over his senses so his personality shifted into something less compatible than normal. Chika was surprised by how different he acted, she'd heard from Grey that male wolves had personality changes when their anger controlled them, but she'd only ever heard of it, never seen it. His claws dug under her skin, making her wince as a few drops of warm, thick blood rolled down her arms.
"I don't want to tell you! And I certainly don't belong to you!" her shaky voice said through gritted teeth as the pain trickled through her arms. He pressed his claws into her harder, and she pressed her eyes shut to bare the pain. Once she adjusted to the new pressure of his nails on her tissue, she opened her glassy eyes and looked at him pleadingly. "Please..."
For a millisecond his anger fell, but as soon as it fell a new and improved anger came over him, he hung his head, his body shivering a little from the anger he felt. "I can't believe you let him rape you." As he said the word, his voice quivered. Chika's eyebrows crossed in a frown.
"Let him rape me?" She asked with a dead voice. She used her feet to try to kick him off now, angry and hurt and struggling against him. "You fucking bastard!"
He released her only for a second, enough for her to get up and get away from him. She backed up, keeping her furious eyes on him the entire time, staying cautious as his anger burned through his eyes and met hers. "Let him rape me?! Do you have any idea what it's like to be in that position? And even worse, go back to school and have him tell all your friends that you're a whore, that you'd give yourself to anyone so everyone comes up to me to ask me if I wanna do it with them?! Do you know what he said to me today?" she shouted at Vash furiously.
"He said: 'Finally got even with Vash', and then you have the nerve to tell me that I LET him rape me! If I was even half as strong as him I might have had a chance to fight him off, but when someone ties you to a tree and..."she couldn't finish it, the images burned her mind, she clutched her head and let out a loud, half screamed sob. Vash had gotten up to get to her side, but she ripped herself away from him as he tried to touch her. He tried again, but again she pushed him off until he too burst.
"This all could have been avoided if you had just stayed at home when I told you to! When I told you that he was an idiot, that he only wanted to fuck you and then get rid of you! All you had to do was listen, but you're way too stubborn because you're little miss know-it-all so what do I know! You were so blind!" He growled at her, rethinking what she'd just said until he switched, his face hardened and he got up instantly. He turned and ran for the door, Chika followed him, bewildered and angry that he was running out on an argument.
He jumped into the drivers' seat, Chika followed quickly, barely in the jeep before he began driving violently down the road. "Where are you going?!" She shouted at him but he didn't listen, his head fixating on something else. The engine roared in complaint as he pushed the tiny jeep to its limit, cutting corners without braking, dodging traffic lights and skidding down the road like a madman.
"Vash you're gonna get us killed!" She shouted at him, holding onto the seat with all her might, wide eyes scanning the oncoming traffic, but he had no ears for her. Finally he slowed, in an area that was all too familiar to Chika. "No! Vash, don't be stupid, don't do this!"
Outside of Chika's football stadium, Vash swung the car door shut and almost sprinted into the training session with a glare that could pierce through any ego. He rushed onto the field, the team in the middle of a training session, and headed straight for Zack, whom he pushed forward so violently that he had to step back a few feet to stop himself from tipping over. Everyone looked, all of Zack's friends came running, Chika ran in after Vash, cursing at him, shouting for him to come back and that he was insane, but he wouldn't hear it. Zack turned, staring at him, first in shock, and then with a shifty smirk. As Zack's friends prepared to beat the life out of Vash, Zack stopped them, making sure to tell them that this was his fight, territorial thing. Zack waited, staring straight into Vash' eyes and he stared back with equal intensity but different emotions. Finally, Vash was unable to contain his anger.
"This is what it's about!" He growled angrily, his fangs exposed. Chika stood behind him, lowering her head as most of the guys silently mocked her.
"What's that?" Zack asked coolly, extending his ear to Vash.
"This was between you and me, you had no right to bring her into this!" Vash continued, stepping forward ever so slightly to lower himself into a fighting stance.
"Oh? I apologize, although...I don't remember agreeing to play fairly." Zack replied calmly.
"What are you talking about!" Chika asked Vash, confused.
"Oh he didn't tell you? Bless him." Zack laughed heartily, staring directly at Vash as he continued to speak. "We used to get along when we both went to school together, we'd go to parties even though we were underage, steal booze and find the ladies. Well, I found the ladies, Vash was always a bit of an old-school chump when it came to that. Anyway, I never wanted to steal, but he taught me how, it was quite easy, I had fun at it and so I started doing it more and more. But that wasn't enough for Vash, he wanted more, so he started huntin' down dealers, getting me into that shit. Of course he was only spliffing, and I got all the whiplash from it, I became the heroine addict, and then when I needed help, he told my old man, who then had me checked into rehab. That's the kind of person your fake brother is...when I came out, I promised him that I'd find some way to get back at him and it seems I did a pretty decent job, just look at him, he's a mess!"
As soon as the last sentence slipped from his mouth, Vash attacked, launching himself at Zack in all strength and form. He was so quick that Zack barely had time to see him fly through the air. They clashed and tumbled to the ground, Vash on top, Zack bellow, Vash punching him in the face as hard and as many times as he could. Zack used the opportunity to punch in his abdomen, right bellow the last rib, digging his fist into his flesh. The second hesitation gave Zack enough time to kick Vash off of him, rolling onto his hind paws, ready this time for any attempt at an ambush. Chika's mouth was still slightly open, it was as if her brain was functioning, but she had no control over her body, for it didn't move.
This time, Zack attacked, throwing a kick in direction of Vash's head, who grabbed it by the ankle with both hands and twisted it in such a precise motion that you could hear the bone break. Zack yelped as he was flung aside, immediately springing on his only good foot and charging forward, now feeling the anger burn inside him. He speared his entire body weight into Vash's mid-section, flinging them both back with Zack on top, punching him in the face this time. Vash raised his wrist to Zack's nose, thrusting upward in an attempt o break it, but he dodged just in time to stop the blow from being lethal, although not quick enough to dodge it entirely.
Vash spun them around, springing upright and kicking Zack in the gut repeatedly, blood ran out of Zack's muzzle, but Vash didn't stop until he lay on the floor, panting, groaning and bleeding enough to pay for his sins. Vash himself was bleeding over his eye, on his lip and a few scratches here and there, but nothing too serious by the time the fight finished. Once Zack had curled into a ball of submission at the end, he leaned over him, and whispered: "Don't call for a fight if you can't deal with the blow."
Disgusted, Vash spit on Zack and stood upright, slightly woozy, favoring one side as the other pained him. "Next time, when you wanna get even, do it properly or don't do it at all. Rape isn't getting even, it's a crime you fucking imbecile. The only reason I called your father was because you were out of fucking control! Can't be immature and do stupid things and think you'd get away with it." He turned his back and walked to Chika, giving her one glance of unexplainable emotion and then grabbing her roughly by the wrist and pulling her away. The other members of the football team stood there baffled, no one moved, spoke and some even refused to breathe. Chika's eyes remained on Zack as Vash towed her away, shocked and surprised by this new version of Vash which she had never met. Finally, her head turned in Vash's direction to stare at him with a frown in silence as he pulled her towards the car.
He was breathing heavily, both out of exhaustion and anger as they walked back to the car. Chika didn't dare talk to him because she didn't want to interfere with his thoughts right now. She let him shove her in the by-passenger seat, and she let him drive both of them to his place, even though he was in no condition to drive with blood running over his eyes. When they pulled into the driveway, she finally thawed a little, running over to his side as he attempted to get out of the car, holding his mid section because his rib was most likely broken; judging from the pain. But as she tried to help him, he refused.
"I can walk myself..." he insisted, still in his canine rage. Chika inhaled deeply, frowning at him and walking steadily behind him in case he fell over. Once inside, he slumped onto the couch and grabbed the half empty bottle of beer, gulping it down in one blow and placing the bottle back on the table violently. After a long pause at the door, Chika finally went to sit at his side, turning to him.
"You didn't need to do that..." she began, staring at the floor and fiddling with her paws for a distraction to the obvious tension in the room.
"Yes. Yes I did." Was returned grudgingly. She looked up at him as he spoke, seeing his blood stained face and moved closer to him.
"Let me look at it." She said, extending her hands to aid his bruises, but he pushed them away.
"I'm fine!" he growled, staring at the blank TV screen ravenously.
"Just let me have a look" she insisted, Extending her hands again, this time he slapped them away.
"I said I'm fine." He growled harder, turning his fangs on her. Chika gritted her teeth and stubbornly tried again, and again, and again as he continued to refuse her help.
"Vash let me help you dammit! You're bleeding!" She continued, almost successfully touching her hands to his face, he reared up and pushed her back, pinning her down and snarling at her. She'd had enough of that, with all her strength, she punched him in the muzzle. "Are you gonna bite me now?" she asked.
"Just let it go!" He said angrily, pushing himself off her, and got up, stalking off to the kitchen to get himself another beer. Chika grunted and pushed herself up following him, angry herself now, so much that tears lined her face. She rammed herself into him in an attempt to push him forward, barely moving him a single inch because their strengths were so much different.
"Why did you bring me here then?!" She began shouting at him, having turned to face her with a stunned expression as he heard her broken voice and saw her tears. "Why did you bother? If I can't help you, then why are you hurting me? You're no different than Zack, the only difference is that he physically hurts someone and you...you mentally invade them and cause a fucking rampage in their head! I'd rather have-"
Before she could finish, he was in front of her. "Don't...compare me to him!" he threatened, eyeing her dangerously whilst lifting the bottle to his lips and gulping it down in another flash of rage before stalking back to the living room. Chika followed.
"Right, drink...that'll help solve both our problems, just keep getting shit-faced and don't deal with real life. Why didn't I think of that!" She sobbed sarcastically, shaking her head in disappointment. He sat down and didn't say a word.
"I just dealt with my problem! So don't stand there and judge me like a fucking hypocrite!" he stormed. Chika closed her mouth, her fully charged, angry argument had died, and was replaced once again by hot liquid on her cheeks and silence.
"Who are you?" ...no response. Silence. "Who are you Vash?" a little louder. No response. A Longer silence. Defeat, followed by an exhale of sobs and more disappointment. Broken, Chika headed towards the door, running, sprinting to get away from anyone she knew, she had to start over if she ever hoped to get over him, that was the only way. But something stopped her. His hand slammed the door shut in front of her face as she attempted to open it. Standing behind her, so close that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Neither of them moved, both breathing heavily.
"I don't know..." he whispered, the accusation laying hard in his voice like a ton heavy stone on his heart. Chika turned to face him and it felt like that was the first time that their eyes ever met completely. "...but I'd like to find out."
A whirlwind arose in her as something so long awaited finally ambushed her, the soft, wetness of his lips, the overcoming sensation of his tongue dancing around with hers, mixed with the unexpected continuation of tears leaking from her eyes; tears born from bliss instead of pain. It was like a firework, an Armageddon that marked the end of her life, as if any moment she would die because her emotions would devour her. She cried as he pulled her closer, pushed himself against her, and grew hungrier for her, and more devoted to what he wanted to do with her.
Images flashed through her mind of him and her, laying together, naked with him on top of her, taking from her what she had wanted to give him for so many years; sending an electric jolt of lust through her spine. Her scent marked the air, and she could tell that he smelled it because he grabbed both of her shoulders and spun them around, throwing her on the ground and himself on top of her. Additionally, she could begin to feel he budge in the V of his pants, pressing against the fabric in the desire to break free and control his senses. It drove her insane, and it drove him insane steadily, and feeling that, she wrapped her fingers around the collar of his shirt and drove her hands down along the two intersecting parts until she felt the first button that was only begging to be undone. But it wouldn't receive that patience because she ripped on both sides until the shirt was open and slid it over his shoulders, feeling the full volume of his muscular, alpha muscles, thinly lined by his greedy veins that led to his violently beating heart; which pumped blood through them so rapidly that they were forced to bulge out.
Her dress was easily pushed over her head, leaving her almost completely naked bellow him. The bulge in his pants gave a jolt of reminder, begging release now so desperately that his pants tightened around his rear because it was pushing so hard to be let loose. As if trained, she undid his belt in one swift motion and opened the zipper of his trousers, using her feet to push them down and away from them, for clothes had no business here. Her bra was quickly opened, and her pores pressed together tightly in shock of the sensation of his manly paws teasingly leading the straps down along her arms. As soon as this motion was complete, she pulled her string down her thighs and ditched them too, almost frantic with the insatiable need she had for him.
He stroked his claws over her nipples, arousing her already desperate body further, gently scratching along her ribcage and down her stomach until he reached her thighs where he remained, finding his way to her clit and parting her lower lips to place one cool finger against her clitoris, drawing circles around it. Unable to hold her desperate moan in any longer, she let it out as her head clouded with lust and greed for his ever growing flesh inside her. She knew Zack had been big, but what now teased her opening was something far more monstrous than she'd thought possible, even for a wolf.
In frustration, she stretched her arms out to either side and clawed her hands at the ground as if she would fly away if she didn't ground herself properly. Leaving her mouth he licked along her jawline and found that very irresistible place between jaw, neck and ear, playing with her, teasing her, giving her no choice but to moan to his submission. Simultaneously his meat gave its last jolt of excitement announcing its arrival at full erection, where he suddenly stopped, trying to compose his face to caring, looking into her face. When she finally caught his eye, she realized why he had stopped, she had only just been ripped open, surely the wound wouldn't have healed, surely if Vash, with his fairly larger member were to invade her sex, it would be painful, at first, there would be blood, and then there would be a mixture of sensations.
"Just do it!" she groaned in defeat, barely able to speak normally as lust was now her state of mind. Taking that as a confirmation, he happily obeyed, panting heavily with lust himself. With his hand as a guide, he pushed himself forward, needing a certain amount of strength to break past her once, now twice broken virgin wall. Her face screwed into a frown as the concentrating area of sensation omitted from her lower section, consuming her thoughts with pain and the heat that came with it. She gasped and sobbed, feeling him slowly push himself deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper, and just as she thought that there was no deeper he still had length to push inside her. With each millimetre of movement she felt the vibration tear another part of her, she felt the stinging pain that came with it and had to put her fist in her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
She could see that it took a massive amount of self control for Vash to go this slow when his hormonal cock begged him to thrust both harder and faster. But with each movement, her feet curled under and her eyes pressed shut to bear the pain, it felt like she was being torn in half, the hotness running down her slit onto the floor just bellow her rear, she knew, was blood, and something about picturing this turned her on. The pressure was incredible in both a good and a bad way, she clawed her paws into his lower back and pulled him even closer to her, forcing him even deeper into her and made him go faster. Tentatively he submitted to the demand, increasing his thrusts, not that he had any control over it as the beast in him began to take over. She wrapped her legs around his, tying him to her and began to feel the pain and the blood mix with the pleasure and her own wetness.
Suddenly she found an appreciation for the pain, finding herself fond of the mixture, t was excruciating, but after all the years of a broken heart, this was a relief, as if it marked the end of her pain. She used her effort to turn them around, sitting on top of him, she pushed her hands against his muscle covered chest and began rising and falling onto him, feeling him inside her as if he were part of her. She ignored the pain and focused on the pleasure, moving more swiftly. He sat up and help onto her, licking her nipples as she pumped up and down, slowly feeling his knot grow.
With the alpha pounding inside him, he pushed her backwards onto the cold tiled floor, making her gasp and moan at the same time, kneeling down he pulled her lower section onto his knees and forced himself into her in growing thrusts, faster and harder. Her back arched, her entire body submitting to his every whim. Her moan escaped her mouth louder, and he clawed at her more violently, grabbing her hips and thrusting himself forward and leaning over her, biting into the area between her neck and her shoulder, the official mark of territory among wolves.
She yelped in pleasure, feeling her inner walls tighten around his hammering member, his now half sized knot pushing her opening wider. She let out a sobbing moan as the pleasure overcame her, greedy to feel the warmth of his seed burst into her tunnel. He pulled back out and with one last magnified thrust forced his alpha meat into her deep enough to tie them together until his knot resided. His seed poured into her as he could no longer hold it. Chika felt the warmth embrace her from the inside, jolt after jolt filling into her needy womb and climaxed over his flesh with one last shiver, both panting frantically as he relaxed on top of her, pulling his fangs out of her shoulder and licking away the blood that oozed out of the bite marks.
After the time it took for his knot to shrink, he pulled his now limp cock out of her and moved his muzzle to her opening to lick away the blood he had caused to spill, a tradition, as canine saliva had a healing and disinfecting serum. Chika felt weak and exhausted, as did Vash when he finally fell down beside her, eyes locked, hearts beating, both satisfied and shocked at the overcoming emotion filling the room.
-----------------------------------------------------1 ½ YEARS LATER--------------------------------------------------------------
"Mom! MOM! Where's Falk? The ceremony's about to begin!" Mina shouted at her mother who was making last adjustments to the wedding buffet.
"Oh honey, I think I saw him playing with Gara in the back..." she replied, preoccupied with perfection. Mina ran through the house and went out to the backyard. She stood smiling in the doorframe as Falk desperately tried to teach their ten month old cub to hide, only having just learned to walk it was obvious that he would be unable to enjoy that very long before Falk forced his assassination skills upon him.
"Will you let him be a child before you turn him into a military weapon Falk?" She whispered into his ear. He growled.
"If he ever wants to have the women chasing him, he'll need to be a badass." He complied, looking at Mina, completely serious.
"Well, then at least wait until after the ceremony to create a womanizer? It's time." She smiled.
"Yea yea, why are they in such a rush all of a sudden, you knock a girl up and then you have to get married right away? Where's the fun in that!" Falk argued as he picked up his son and they walked back through the house to the front yard, joining the line of family members standing beside the altar. The drumming began, playing an African version of the wedding theme, and a bride dressed in flashy colours (as Lucy was always a wild personality this suited her well) walked down the aisle. Jake stood on the receiving end, waiting patiently with a sneaky grin for his bride-to-be, his best man Vash who's eyes were locked with Chika, the maid of honour. He couldn't see anyone else and neither could she, wearing a beautiful white gown, rounded perfectly to fit around her enormous belly. Her hand rested gently upon it, rubbing the unborn life that consisted of pure love, that of Chika and Vash. And nothing else mattered.
hope you liked it, lemme know what you think.
OH! and sorry about any typos, they ambush me sometimes and I was never a spelling bee junky to care enough about taking a literature course so gimme a break (or a kit kat bar....i personally prefer chocolate) ;) thanks for reading.