Abating Hunger

R.J. heart beat madly inside of its bone cage, threatening to rip out. The adrenaline that rushed through his veins scared him. He breathed, once, twice, trying to use all of his years of expertise to calm down his emotions. Just as he began to reign in on the hormones that were in his brain, he heard it. He couldn’t breathe for several moments. His head swam; he was supposed to be the prepared one. He was supposed to be calm and collected…but this was not in a trainer’s handbook.

His own personal bathroom had been having a leaking problem. As such he was forced to use the same one as his students. It hadn’t been a problem. He was always the last to sleep and the first to wake up. It’s not that he didn’t like his sleep, it was just force of habit. So, as in any other morning, he gathered his things to head towards a wonderful shower and the promise of being alert because of that.

He paid no attention to the door being cracked, nor did he hear the running of water, too groggy for either thing to register. The sight before him, however, made his snap to attention. The shower curtain half drawn open, in it stood a certain tiger that was doing far more than standing. That was all he needed to see to snap back out of the room as silently and quickly as he had came.

Thankfully he didn’t seem to have been heard. Or, at least, the tiger hadn’t called him out. Through the creak of the door he could still hear the light panting and sharp inhales as the cub tried to be quiet. Is he that vocal in bed? R.J. shook his head, trying to pry the thought from his head, which is how he ended up to this exact moment. The thought that was suppressed raged to the forefront of his own mind as he heard two letters escape the tiger’s mouth.

This felt wrong. True, the boy was legally an adult. But masters lived long. In comparison he was so young. And his student none the less. It didn't seem to matter to the wolf’s subconscious.

How long had he suppressed his own hunger for the cub, seeing his affection as unwanted? How many nights in his solitude had he taken similar measures with the ranger leader’s face in his mind and name on his lips? How many nights had dreams shrouded with lust filled his head?

R.J. bolted back to his room as quickly as he could.


Their moves were quick and relentless. Each blow was met with a block, each turn with a turn. Like the cats they were, the three trained as predators. Lily’s speed was remarkable. Theo’s flexibility and agility was used to evade and attack at dangerously accurate angles. But Casey was something different. His power was in his sheer strength. He radiated it, each step echoing a nearly unbearable force.

The wolf master couldn’t keep his eyes off of the tiger, not after this morning. He removed himself from their morning spar, feigning the need to observe their progress as their mentor. But in actuality, he feared his control should he begin dealing with Casey one on one. He was having a difficult time keeping an eye on the others to throw comments their way as it was. After all, the red ranger was very distracting.

R.J. loomed, slowly circling, taking great notice to the tiger’s movements. Not so much in the techniques he was using, but more of the muscle motions. He could almost see them flexing with movement beneath the loose cloth. The wolf ran his tongue past his bottom lip as he attempted, and failed miserably, to not picture the boy’s flexibility.
One simple mistake was going to be the end of him.


Casey had felt the eyes of his master leering into him all day. The feeling was unnerving, but also extremely alluring. His stomach churned, making it difficult to concentrate on the fight at hand. The constant surveillance was doing nothing to help his state of mind. He couldn’t be positive, but he could have sworn someone had slipped into the bathroom this morning. From the wolf’s actions, Casey could only deduce that it was he.

The thought was mortifying.

And arousing.

Suddenly the cheetah had backed away, and a wolf was in her place. Casey blinked and quickly countered, striking lower only to have his arm caught. The tiger turned, bring up his elbow and twisting out of the grip. R.J. turned in time to avoid capture himself. Facing one another hits were flown and deflected. Casey in an unprecedented motion swooped down with his foot.

R.J. flew up into the air, coming back down as quickly as he had shot up. The tiger tried to dodge the upper attack. Loosing his balance he rolled out of the way and jumped to his feet. The wolf was a step faster though, catching his arm halfway through his standing. Casey found his shoulder pinned to the mat, a knee on his chest, and a fist resting just above his nose.

Casey panted lightly, conceding to defeat. Behind him his fellow students clapped. The sound barely registered. All the tiger could see was the dark look that examined him. Slowly he saw the master’s eyes travel down his face to as low as they could without requiring his head to move.

He could hear only one word: want.


He wasn’t sure how they had ended up here, tangled together on this island in the middle of the kitchen. It was all a blur of time between their morning battle and the later afternoon. Lily, Theo, Dom, and Fran had all abandoned the building. Casey couldn’t quite remember why. All he knew was as soon as they had left; the wolf had descended upon him.

Now Casey was perched on the tabletop, bracing himself with one hand as RJ assaulted his neck with a hungry lapping. The wolf’s hands were firmly on his lower, back, pulling the tiger into him. Casey curled ankles so that they linked behind the wolf’s legs. The tiger raised one hand to curl his fingers into the messy flop of hair that was right below his chin.

The slight pressure that was placed on his skull encouraged him further. RJ’s hands crawled beneath the tiger’s shirt. He walked his fingers up the flesh of his sides, digging in ever so slightly with each step. For every inch he went up, his mouth went down. Vertically down his collarbone until the cloth of Casey’s shirt got in the way. Angrily he nipped at the cloth, pulling back at it as if he meant to gnaw it off. Casey chuckled, but was abruptly cut off when RJ compromised with the cloth, dipping his tongue below it just as his thumbs decided to swipe in circles at the edges of the tiger’s chest.

Involuntarily, Casey’s body pressed forward, his legs locking behind the other man’s. The motion brought welcomed friction that only caused him to shudder again. RJ was quick to react. Lowering his mouth to just above one of his hands, he closed his lips around where the tiger’s right nipple would be, sucking through the cotton. Casey gasped, squirming. His hands slid behind the tiger. His right pressing against his right shoulder, drawing the tiger close to his mouth. The left crept back downwards, fingernails raking.

When it reached the counter top, it curled inwards, over Casey’s thigh. In passing, the side of his hand grazed the slit of skin at the top of Casey’s hip from the gap left by the slightly raised shirt. Casey flinched visibly. The tiger could feel the wolf’s grin through the fabric that still covered him. A stab of something like mock jealous ran across his mind. The wolf was having too much fun.

Cognitive thoughts ran completely out of his head when the wolf pressed forward, reaching in between the tight space between their bodies to cup the growing budge in the tiger’s pants. Casey cursed under his breath. The motion causing pressure against the wolf’s own body made his face contort, releasing a heave breath once he began to stroke the tender area lightly, enjoying the mewling that was being emitted from the tiger’s chest.

RJ’s hands and mouth were gone for a moment. Their absence jarred Casey into sobriety. He was about to open his mouth before he realized that the wolf had spent the time kneeling down. His hands returned to the tiger’s thighs, pressing the open, letting the rest of his legs dangle over his shoulders. Casey’s stomach burned with a delicious heat while his head swam in disbelief. There was no way the wolf was going to do what it seemed like…

The tiger had to grit his teeth together when logic did not win. RJ leaned forward, directing a line of warm breath at the cloth, the heat slowly sinking in. His grip on the floppy strands of hair increased. The fingers suddenly snapped digging deeply into the scalp when the wolf pressed further to put his mouth to the inner seems of the tiger’s pants. Tauntingly he licked a long line from the center up, his saliva leaving a dark trail that seemed in to the flesh beneath after the first couple passes. Reaching forward, RJ’s hand crept up to finger with the button of Casey’s pants as he mouth engulfed the area it could through the cloth. Popping the button out of it’s slit; he tilted his head up at the tiger.

Casey’s mouth went completely dry at he sight below him. RJ’s eyes were dark and wild as he pulled back and ran his tongue up the zipper before him. He passed it to nip at the skin just above the button before going back down. With a distinct click, RJ latched his onto the zipper with his teeth. The tiger breathed heavily as he watched those eyes stare directly through him as the head moved down, parting the teeth of the zipper and alleviating some of the pressure on the area they covered.

RJ was beginning to peel away the fabric when Casey leaned over to touch his shoulders. Tugging at the corners of his master’s shirt, the tiger shook his head. The expression on the wolf’s face was something alike to annoyance, an expression Casey never thought he’d see.

“Not here…” he breathed, glancing at the doorways that anyone could walk through. The last thing he needed was the never ending taunting of Dom, Theo never looking at him again, or Lily swooning and giggling over it all.

RJ nodded, and stood up, seeking the tiger’s mouth for a lingering kiss as he slid him off of the counter. It took a moment for Casey to find his footing, with his head still spinning from the living intoxication that was the wolf. So they stood there for a moment, with RJ baring the weight of them both. Casey, separating from the wolf’s mouth for a breath of air grinned at him and slipped his fingers through the loopholes of his pants, dragging him across the floor, and carefully down the stairs.

Once they had hit solid ground, RJ leapt into the tiger again, his hands falling to grope his butt and pull him towards him again. The tiger didn’t protest, having felt slightly deprived after going so long intentionally staying away from the delicious body he was tasting. With much running into objects and suspicious bangs and crashes of objects getting tipped over in their wake, they made their way back to RJ’s bedroom. Casey gave a brief consideration to stopping them part way, saying screw it, and throwing the wolf down in his chair, but decided to save that for next time.

Next time. The tiger growled pleasantly with anticipation. Casey loved the sound of that almost as much as he adored the word “now”.

Stumbling ungracefully into the room, RJ slammed the door shut with his foot. While Casey had never been inside, the master’s door was always open. If anyone walked in now, it would be completely their own fault for not being able to think. But from the sounds that were coming out of his throat as RJ purposely grinded against him, he’d also have to smack them for being deaf and oblivious.

Casey let his hands roam across the wolf’s chest. Sure they touched in training. But brief brushes were nothing compared to this chance to feel the sculpt of the wolf’s body. It was lean and sleek, explaining his normally wavering motions quite nicely. Beneath that, was a strength he had seen in his battles, based in agility and precision. It didn’t hurt that his roaming drew a tantalizing murr from the throat of the wolf.

Before there could be protest Casey reached for the hem of RJ’s shirt and yanked it over his head. The wolf smirked watching Casey drink the first part of the reveal in. The master was usually a happy go lucky guy, but the sight of Casey’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip in clear want made him feel like a giddy child. Encouragingly, he took hold of the tiger’s hand and placed it on his well-formed abdomen. Hungrily Casey skimmed his hands over the skin, RJ’s hands covering his own, feeling with him.

RJ’s hands left the ones that were kneading along him, dropping so that his hands moved back down to the unzipped pants he had been working on before. Casey crossed his arms with the other man’s, reaching down to undo the fastens that remained closed on RJ’s pants, feeling things were far too uneven. RJ nearly cursed when Casey lifted one finger to run from his belly button down to the patch of hair that traveled down past the top of his pants.

He hadn’t realized just how tense the wolf was. His movements and attitude seemed so fluid, so controlled. Casey saw now it was only an illusion kept up to keep the wolf from taking completely over in action. Leaning up he nuzzled his cheek against RJ’s in passing.

“Lets get these off too, yea?” He whispered, nipping at the exposed lobe,

“Not before we even the score.” RJ muttered back, barely audible in the husk of his voice.

Casey grinned and took a few steps back. RJ tried to grab his wrist, afraid he might have regrets. Casey shook his head and gained a smirk. Hooking his arms he slowly pulled off the red shirt that had covered him. He could feel the predator’s eyes drinking the sight in. Oh yea. That felt good.

Purposely he walked back to the wolf. Kissing him on the nose he slowly reached out to the belt loops again. In one swift motion he tugged the jeans off of the somewhat boney hips they rested against. Casey kept his eyes on RJ’s, but from the corner he couldn’t help but take in the sight before him.

“Don’t like being constrained?” Casey teased him at the lack of boxers or briefs that had to be torn away as well.

“Too much clothing can weigh you down, make you unbalanced.” RJ decided to interject one of his philosophies.

“I see.” Casey acknowledged, his fingers traveling back up powerful legs.

RJ tensed as Casey’s face came close to the obvious sign of his desire for the tiger. Casey’s glance shot down for a moment before he looked back up. Grinning he flicked his tongue out to lick the base of the organ and continued to the top of the swollen head. Taking it into his mouth he sucked gently, teasing the silted top. The sound that escaped RJ was something between a howl and a grunt. But it was the tugging at his hair that caused him to stop.

“There are much better places for it.” RJ commented in a halfhearted attempt to regain his sense of humor. Casey simply nodded in agreement. RJ hadn’t expected much of a power struggle. And he didn't get it.

The tiger took the wolf’s hand, and walked over to the half made bed that was in the center of the room. Sitting down on its edge, he kissed RJ’s knuckles that were locked around his own, taking the time to suckle briefly on each one. With his free hand he guided the wolf’s hand to waistband of the unzipped pants. Leaning back he dragged the wolf down to hover above him.

“I think I’m wearing too much for this…” Casey suggested.

RJ wordlessly nipped his way down the strong torso of the red ranger. In the curves of muscles he licked wet trails. Biting down just above Casey’s hip as he inched the last to barriers between the both of them away. Casey sighed happily as his own erection was freed from the rest of its constraints. With the final garment gone, RJ looked down at his student. His breath caught deep in his chest.

The ranger leader laid with his arms out, legs parted ever so slightly. His eyes were dark with the same hunger that burned in the wolf’s. His lips, like the spot at his hip, were red from his soon-to-be lover’s attention. His hair was disheveled into small spikes. Lying there among sprawled with twisted sheets and blankets made him look like a roman god begging for worship.

Casey reached out to him, hating the cold that was creeping upon him. Yet he still shivered. The heat in his body contrasted so pleasurably with the temperature of the room. Yet it made him feel incomplete. His missing piece was standing before him.

“Touch me?” Casey asked feeling slightly lonely without the other’s hands on him.

Propping himself with one knee he leaned over the tiger, hands rubbing from his outer knees, curving into inner thighs. Placing a soft kiss on his belly button, he reached up to stroke the slightly softened back to its fullness. Casey squirmed, spreading his legs to allow the wolf to fit comfortably between them.

RJ pushed himself up closer to the tiger’s head, but not so out of reach that his had to stop his ministrations. Casey curved his back and shoulders so he could reach down to steal a quick kiss before settling back down onto the mattress. He whimpered when the active hand left him, but only in jest.

“Casey?” RJ asked, attacking his collarbone again.

“Mmm?”

“I don't think I can hold the wolf back much longer…” R.J. looked worried, not really wanting an answer. “I don’t want to hurt you…If I don’t stop now, I mi—“

The tiger cut the wolf off by pulling him down. His kissed him with a fervor that matched the flare that first struck them. Doing this also brought their bodies together; arousals rubbing each other and drawing gasps from both of them at the first intimate touch. Casey leaned his head back to lick off a line of sweat that had formed from RJ’s attempts to stay in control.

“Stop thinking. The wolf won’t hurt me. Neither will you.” He reassured him.

R.J nodded and started looking around his room. He hadn’t exactly planned for this to happen, leaving him completely unprepared. When his eyes landed on his bedside drawer he left the tiger’s embrace for a moment before coming back with the jar of organic lotion that had been sitting there. Unscrewing the top he dipped his fingers into the substance, blowing on his coated fingers in an attempt to ward off the chill that crept along them.

Casey watched him hungrily, his member twitching with his anticipation. A pool of anxiousness and slight hesitation alike floated in his stomach as RJ leaned back down to him after settling the container down. He kissed Casey’s raised kneecap. With a dry finger he traced from the tiger’s sac down to the tight pucker that was exposed by his position.

“This is going to feel strange…” RJ warned, unsure if Casey had ever let someone touch him like this. The thought of others pawing his tiger made the wolf snarl. The feline was going to be his, but it didn't mean the wolf didn’t want to batter every other possible lover.

“Okay.” Casey acknowledged, leading the wolf to calm and RJ to feel humbled.

As gently as possible, the wolf rubbed circles around the area, not blinking as Casey flinched at the contrast of temperatures. With his free hand RJ reached up to thumb one of the dusty nipples he had so carefully avoided. Pinching it lightly he poked one finger in, hoping one sensation would distract him from the other.

The wolf turned his head to nibble at the inner leg. He grinned when Casey gasped when he passed one area between the leg’s base and his knee. R.J. nibble again, sucking at the skin as he pushed another finger in. He stole a look up at Casey, flushed and wriggling. God the boy was beautiful.

Scissoring his fingers he moved his attention to the leaking member. Ridding it of the dribbles of precum he elicited a loud gasp from Casey. He didn’t need words to tell him to back away. The cub clearly had a lot of learning to do. He didn’t want to lose him before they had even truly begun.

Casey panted heavily. RJ was right; the sensation of having the digits within him was strange, but not necessarily unpleasant. He only worried that if the wolf continued to be so attentive he might not last long enough. His mind was read, the wolf pulled away and simply held onto his knees as he inserted a third finger and pushed further then he had before. Casey frowned. It wasn’t enough.

“R.J…come here.” Casey breathed heavily. Sitting up he grabbed the container that had been discarded at the bottom of the bed. Dipping his own fingers into it, Casey raised himself to his knees before RJ.

“Good boy…” Casey teased as he carefully he spread a trail of the goop along the bottom edge of RJ’s arousal before covering the line with his hand. RJ reached out to Casey’s shoulder for balance, his forehead falling onto the other man’s. Casey twisted his fist to spread the substance, while tilting his neck to capture the wolf’s mouth between his gulps for air. All the while continuing to pump the organ until it was well coated.

A firm hand on his chest guided Casey back to the bed. His wrestling with the tongue hadn’t ceased. If anything it had become more frantic. When RJ finally pulled back, Casey had to fight to see where he ended and the wolf began. There was one thing the air about him was telling him. He was about to be claimed. The tiger grumbled from its free spirited will, but did not protest too much. If anything it was annoyed that the canine was taking so long.

With one last peck of a kiss, the wolf withdrew, drawing the tiger’s legs up. Casey’s heart pounded in his head, and it had nothing to do with the redirection of blood flow. He licked his lips, tense. RJ rubbed light circles on his knees and he got the message. Taking a deep breath he willed himself to relax. He nodded once.

R.J. didn’t need to be told twice. That was, if he had a choice. The wolf was starving. Using his hand to guide him, he slipped into the well prepared area. Casey’s gasp caused him to freeze, but the tiger shook his head and the master pressed forward. Even with his work, he didn’t get very far. The tight confines fought against the intrusion, being unaccustomed to visitors. R.J. grunted and pushed further. He could feel Casey’s toes curl against him, the light touch driving him just as wild as being inside of the tiger.

Fists tight on the sheets, Casey panting. It was nearly overwhelming, this strange sensation of being filled. He knew this discomfort would pass, but couldn’t help but adore the look of ecstasy on the wolf’s face. Though he was apparently working for it, he wasn’t even completely in and he was already sweating. Casey thought too soon. With one powerful thrust R.J. pushed himself in as far as possible, earning echoed sounds from both of them.

After a moment to catch his breath, the wolf withdrew. This earned him a whimper of protest. He shifted Casey’s legs slightly, cueing the tiger to correct for the adjustment. Wordlessly he reentered, faster this time. It caught the tiger off-guard, his eyes fluttering shut to concentrate on the motions of the wolf.

R.J. growled under his breath, leaning forwards to nip at the exposed chest within his reach. His fingernails claws at the flesh they rested in. It was too much for the wolf. Every breath, every slight movement of the tiger’s muscles, every fidget, ever bead of sweat, registered. Still he continued, withdrawing and thrusting in an increasing pace determined by the allowance of the younger man’s body.

For all of his lover’s controlled silence, Casey was vastly different. He mewled pleasurably, these new movements being craved, almost touching something in him. He reached down out of the maddening heat and latched his hands onto the back of RJ’s neck, clinging to the hair at the base of his neck.

“Gah…Casey…” he gasped, fighting to keep control and shifting his angle of entry. If the master had any doubts that Casey might have had someone to make him used to this they all went out the window. Even if Casey hadn’t seemed able to restrain himself at most of the sensations inflicted upon him, the resistance he was being met with was intense.

Coming out of his cloud, Casey began to actively respond, pushing into each of his lover’s thrusts enthusiastically. His lower limbs clung to the increasingly slick back that was supporting him. He was gasping for breath by the time R.J. sought his mouth once more. In the middle of the kiss, a pesky hand snuck between them. The tiger accidentally bit down onto the wolf’s lip as the hand encased him.

R.J. growled, but not of anger. His grip on the weeping flesh grew tighter as he stroked the younger man in time with his own ministrations. With great enthusiasm, Casey tried to meet the motions, throwing himself into the master’s body. In their motion together R.J. found that sweet spot that lead white to flash behind Casey’s eyelids as it was grazed. He cursed, and instinctually tried to impale himself against the wolf to reach that same spot again. The wolf grinned from ear to ear. The chase was on.

Harshly, he grabbed onto Casey’s leg, pulling the other into him. Casey rolled his head upwards, desperately trying to mutter something. Or maybe he did manage to say it. R.J.’s head was too preoccupied translating the sounds that were once roaring being turned to mews.

“R.J…ah… Can’t…” Casey finally managed to choke out.

“You don’t have to…” R.J. breathed, his fingers on the leaking shaft running lower, circling the base and fingering the orbs below it. The same digit moved under, stroking the underside crookedly as he forcibly rammed into the other man hitting the bundle of nerves at the right moment.

Casey gasped, reaching out, desperately clinging to the sheets as the stimulation added up. His senses overloaded as he found his release, the liquid covering his lover’s hand and his own stomach with his hot fluids. R.J. continued rocking within him as he came down from his climax before finally succumbing to his own need and letting go within the tight channel he moved in.

With a halfhearted roll of his hips R.J. ceased moving, the strength of his own completion leaving him shaky. He loomed over the tiger, panting. Slowly a smile crept across his face. Casey took the cue and started smiling too adding the end of a laugh. R.J. lifted his hand, causing the tiger to blush and mumble an apology. R.J. simply licked off the substance in response before leaning down to repeat the motion on the student’s stomach. Casey’s giggles grew at the thought that he, for all intents and purposes, was being groomed.

Finished with his desert R.J. lowered himself onto the tiger’s chest, bracing his weight on his elbows. Playfully he kissed the tiger’s forehead, nose, and then finally his mouth. Casey wrapped his arms around R.J.’s neck, pulling him up. The motion drew the wolf’s sated member from its new den, leaving both feeling a little off balance. The comfort was rediscovered quickly in each other’s arms as soft caresses and reassurances were created.

“Maybe I should leave the door open more often.” Casey jested, pressing his forehead to the other man’s.

“Mmm. Maybe.” R.J. agreed, running a hand through his flop of hair before looking down at Casey. Sighing he moved to get up, only to be caught.

“We’ve got to get you cleaned up.” He noted, then in a mocking serious tone added, “I’d do a lot for you, Case, but I’m not licking there. That’s not my thing.”

Casey laughed and let him get up. He shifted in the bed contently, his tiger contently pawing at the ground like he was with his fingers on the mattress. When R.J. returned from the adjacent bathroom he resumed a similar position as earlier, causing the wolf to pause.

“Keep that up…” R.J. noted, kneeling down in front of the bed with the warm washcloth in hand. “And I just might need an encore.”

“Promise?”