Patreon Compilation – Fic#198 – Hanzo/Cassidy – werewolf!Hanzo; spiritwolf!Cassidy; mating for life; breeding – Love At First Smell (Patreon)

Hanzo/Cassidy – A kind of soul mate AU where werewolf Hanzo and spirit wolf Cassidy have been searching for each other for a while. Now that they've found each other, Cassidy shows him just how good of a mate he is and then shows him just how good of a lover he is :)

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Cole has sat him down and told him to wait. Gonna get ya a feast, my li’l wolf.

Hanzo doesn’t know about it. He doesn’t know about many of the things that have happened in the past few hours… like the fact that his soul mate is supposed to be called Cole or that he talks the way he does…

But it is undeniable that Hanzo has been waiting for this meeting for years and the scent of this creature is driving him wild.

That Cole is not a werewolf like Hanzo is painfully obvious. He’s not human either. Now that he’s been close enough for Hanzo to smell, he can’t believe that he hasn’t been aware of him earlier. The scent is so thick it’s almost reeking but he can’t get enough of it; finds himself going down on all fours again and again, his transformation at a consistent 50% as he fights against running after the other and begging him to mount.

By the time Cole finally comes back, Hanzo is panting with his tongue lolling out and a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. He’s so ready to finally seal this bond… after years and years of searching – only that the sight of Cole is enough to shock him out of his state of need. At least for the moment.

He’s no longer in a human form, though still easily recognizable to Hanzo’s nose. No, he is…- he looks like a rust red mist in the vague form of a wolf, filled with glittering little stars that are entirely too distracting and hypnotizing.

He looks like an ancient being that should have been around longer than the earth. He looks like nothing Hanzo has ever seen… and he has a large fish in his jaw, holding it carefully aloft so its long tail won’t drag over the ground as he prowls closer to offer it up to Hanzo.

As if he had to prove himself when he looks like the nightsky itself that Hanzo has been worshiping for his whole life. When he is close enough, Hanzo can feel the warmth radiating off of him; like a desert wind.

Cole puts his fish on a flat stone. His outline is unsteady but it keeps condensing into the form of a wolf that is larger than Hanzo. Larger than life.

He wants to cower down and roll onto his back; show off his belly to this God that has somehow found him… but the feeling recedes somewhat when the ethereal being sits down and tilts his head, telling him in that low, drawling voice: “Don’t ya wanna to feed? I’m sure you’ll need all the strength ya can get.”

Hanzo’s tail is moving back and forth fast; half wag, half coquettish show of interest as he doesn’t take his eyes off of the astral wolf. His scent, warm and gritty and so thick that he can’t help but drool is filling him more than any cock ever could.

It’s what he feels, at least. Maybe he is wrong. He hopes he is…

“Your scent,” he gets out somehow. He’s never smelled him before but now that he has, it seems like he’s known Cole’s scent his whole life. Like it has been with him in his crib, clinging to him even before he was conceived.

Cole laughs softly. He stands up on all fours and moves closer, quick and nimble so he can curl his snout around Hanzo, resting it on the back of his neck in a kind of embrace.

Hanzo sighs and closes his eyes. He half wants to complete his transformation into a wolf but Cole speaking distracts him from it: “Hmmmnnn… I’ve been searchin’ for ya for so long. Caught a whiff here an’ there but you were an elusive li’l wolf, weren’t ya?”

He pulls back just enough to start licking behind Hanzo’s ear and at the hinge of his jaw. His tongue feels as warm as the rest of him, soft and long as he half grooms, half kisses him, his big body moving closer and corralling Hanzo to lower himself in submission.

It feels natural and good… especially when Cole moves to mount up, just lying along his back for a moment, the length of what Hanzo assumes to be his cock, snuggling against the small of his back and against the base of his tail.

“Waited so damn long… I need to savor this… make it last, babydoll.”

Hanzo can feel that need, too. He’s been searching for his mate for so long and now that he’s here, he feels almost overwhelmed by his presence. By that feeling in his chest caused by Cole’s scent. It’s filling him to the point of making him wonder if he is even still himself or if he has become just an extension of this other… being.

Hie slides his tail to the side, back arching down. As much as he wants to savor the moment and make this last for an eternity, he also wants to feel Cole inside him. He wants to be claimed and he wants to claim him in turn. He does not know if his teeth will even be able to pierce the ethereal mist but he sure is willing to try-

Only that Cole has another idea altogether. After a moment of stillness in which he seems to debate what to do, Hanzo can feel himself being manhandled to lie on his back. Above him, Cole has changed once again into his human form. He is naked and burly, his frame looking pleasingly sturdy. Like he can fuck Hanzo until he feels like his hips are going to shatter.

Hanzo’s mouth runs dry and he opens his thighs eagerly, hands curled around the other’s biceps, nails digging in hard enough to threaten to draw blood… or maybe they are? He wouldn’t be able to smell it even if that were the case.

Cole leans over him, pressing their foreheads together, sharing their breath. It calms some of the frenzy in Hanzo’s chest, the gnawing need to get bred by his mate. There is a nice meal for them on the stone nearby for when they are exhausted. Cole thought of everything, it seems… what a perfect partner with a perfect big cock sliding against the insides of Hanzo’s thighs until he digs his heels against the ground and lifts his hips up into it, wordlessly begging.

“Perfect little morsel,” Cole croons. His way of speaking is suddenly a lot more dear to Hanzo. As if he’s been listening it for his whole life. In a way… he must have.

He leans up, pressing his mouth against Cole’s in something that is not quite a kiss yet. It feels so good, though. So right. Cole lets him do everything he wants, patiently staying where he is and slowly rocking his hips to let his cock slide closer and closer to that warm little space Hanzo has to offer.

By the time he starts to press the wide crown of his glans into Hanzo, Hanzo has started making low sounds of distress.

Cole lightly bites into his bottom lip, holding it between his teeth while he finally pushes the fat tip inside. He waits where he is to let Hanzo get used to the best feeling he’s had in his life. His eyes keep wanting to roll into his head, the warmth filling him is… indescribable.

And then he starts talking and that deep, drawling voice is filling his head just as much as his scent and his cock has been filling his body- “Been looking for you for so long… Your scent’s been all over this planet, you know? Been desperate, have you? Luring your mate for an eternity… Hmmm took me long enough, but I finally got my paws on ya. Never gonna let you go… fill you up with pup after pup and keep you nice and safe while you’re big and round with them… and even when you aren’t. Gonna treat you like a King-”

The weirdest thing is that Hanzo believes him. His tail is wagging and pushing up a bit of dust in doing so. He’s always been keen on getting treated like royalty… it’s as if Cole can see directly into his brain.

He is starting to kiss him too as he finally continues to push deeper. He sucks on Hanzo’s tongue, nearly managing to distract him from the big, warm cock thrusting into him nice and easy, its intrusion made easier by the natural breeding responses of Hanzo’s body.

Part of him would love to be in a proper breeding position, but this is also very good… very nice… Cole is pressing down on him, blanketing him with his body and overall making him feel like there is nothing in the world other than him.

He wonders how it will be to be fucked by his other form. He would love to find out soon… but for now he likes to be able to curl his arms around Cole’s sturdy frame and hold on for the ride as his mate’s thrusts become faster and harder, pushing into him over and over again until it feels like he’s thrusting up somewhere behind Hanzo’s belly button.

He can already feel his muscles starting to warm up for an orgasm and while Cole is breathing harsh, he has the feeling that he’s nowhere near done yet. He might be able to give him a few rounds before he is spent… everything just to pamper his mate.

Hanzo closes his eyes and sighs, angling up for a kiss that he gets almost before he can move.

It’s more making love than breeding and that is… impossibly exciting to him.

He can’t wait to see what their future will hold.