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Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace returned Evan's steely look with his own diamond-hard stare. Didn't act like it, but he was no stranger to fighting for dominance. As a half-blood, he'd done a hell of a lot of fighting just to stay halfway up his pack. A pureblooded wolf who'd won as many skirmishes as he would've earned himself the title of beta. Well, damn. In the back of his mind, Jace had always figured it would come down to something like this. He didn't hold anything against Evan after all, if he'd been in his position, he'd have done the same thing but a challenge was a challenge. No wolf, no matter his pedigree, would turn up his belly on command. That Evan would even ask him to was sort of insulting itself. What did he think? That mutt blood didn't warrant a pureblood's respect? Wouldn't have been the first time he'd encountered this mindset, and he didn't hold Evan accountable for it, but he'd be damned if he just let it slide. He expected Evan would strike first. He let him -- didn't budge as the lynx shot forwards and slammed him back against the door. It rattled against the force of their bodies. Later, his shoulders and back would ache, but adrenaline kept the pain currently at bay. Recovered in an instant from the expected impact, he sent a knee hurtling towards Evan's middle. That should take the wind out of him. If the lynx sprung back to avoid it, he'd still have put some space between them. Was all that mattered this early on in the game.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan had been distracted by trying to swoop in to take a bite of the other weres throat, but that was made null and void when he suddenly felt like his stomach was leaving his chest. He stumbled back, not wanting to leave himself close enough to Jace to be attacked while he himself was gasping for air. Forcing himself upright while still sore and gasping he snarled. Not so easy, hed need to be beaten down a bit first. Alright, he could deal with that. He returned to being light on the balls of his feet and charged again, needed to keep the other man cornered. This time once he got in close enough to get kicked he whipped to the side, twisting and aiming an uppercut to bastards face. Messy from the change in angle, but none the less powerful to ring bells with a good hit. His father would have smacked himself upside the head for leaving so much of himself open and underestimating his foes but he wasnt here Hell, the man probably would have told him some truths about canines that would have stopped this in it's tracks, but the man had perhaps ill-advisedly decided not to. Among most felines unless their species had a pack mentality sex was never used for dominance. It was a sensual or lust driven thing that could happen between anyone as long as they weren't relations for the simple enjoyment of it. Not that they went around having orgies everywhere... felines were also as a general rule picky little fuckers. Either way if Evan had been less of a adrenaline driven beast at the moment, some clarification would calm him straight down. As it was, instead he was all but deaf to human tones as he went for blood.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace caught his breath while Evan did, opting not to spring. Cats were better at pouncing and pinning. He wasn't going to try and beat Evan at his own game instead, he'd take whatever he doled out and return it threefold. Hybrid vigour -- the only blessing mutt blood bestowed upon him -- had made him sturdy enough to perfect this technique. Evan's blow connected with his jaw, though not quite centered. He thanked the laws of physics for upsetting his strike, somehow managing to keep his balance while a momentary vertigo made the room swirl. He tasted blood. Probably cut a lip on his teeth. The moment his head cleared, Jace flung himself straight for the lynx. He hurled a fist towards his chest, followed up with a head-level jab in case the he dodged the first. There wasn't much strategy to his attacks, with good reason most patterns could be countered the moment you figured them out. If Evan couldn't name his game plan, he thought, he'd never lose equal footing. He had to admit, Evan was good for such a wiry little guy. A real competitor. To his mind, the fire in Evan's eyes was a sign of respect -- proof that he took him seriously enough to fight with all he had. Even if Jace did win this round, he'd hand the status gunk over to Evan anyway. It was never about being alpha. Personal pride, maybe principle, but never politics. Never had a head for that pack management stuff. Hell, right now, he didn't have a head for anything other than winning.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

To Evan, to fight when you didn't even want what you won would have boggled his mind. That didn't matter though as it wasn't like he was asking while dodging another breath taker and getting hit straight in the forehead. He saw stars but didn't back out, choosing instead to flail his arms out to grab on to whatever of the other male he could. Arm, shirt, hair, whatever. Grapple and keep in close while he snarled, ready to strike Jace's vulnerable neck and force submission. His ears had changed again, claws out in force to hook in cloth and scrape at skin. He'd hold on until fur was flying in chunks like two alleycats if he had to. He wasn't submitting to a dog. Purebred or mixed-whatever he didn't care, just hell no. He'd never live down to his family back home. Evan needed to get more of an advantage. The wall trapping Jace was good, but gravity.... With wild pull, dead weight, and push the shorter of the two attempting to haul them both down to the floor, taking any harsh jostling in stride, to try and roll on top of the other and KEEP him down.... pin him and let him wear himself out belly up beneath him. At least that was the crack plan.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace hadn't thought the fight would devolve into a grappling match so soon. Well, he wasn't complaining he'd always been best at close-quarter combat. Hair too short for pulling, muscles just strong enough to ward against dislocating an important joint, clothes... ah, shit. His jacket was far too easy to cling to. No wonder he was struggling to shake the lynx off -- his claws were embedded in false leather. A second burst of adrenaline sent the blood thudding through his veins, racing hot as magma under his skin. Evan was trying to trip him up. No, he realized, as his own claws elongated in a bid to shred off the sleeves of his jacket Evan was trying to get on top of him. 'Assuming the position', probably. Jace managed to rip a sleeve off at the shoulder before they hit the floor. The moment he felt himself connect with the kitchenette tile, thrust his weight against Evan in an attempt to flip him onto his back. If they were going to finish this on the floor wait, he thought, of course they would -- this was a battle for dominance he'd end up the one on top, in both senses of the word. Both fangs and claws were now fully extended, flashing by the dim light of the room as he struggled against his opponent. Whether spurred on by overconfidence or simple animal instinct, Jace's body had already begun to anticipate the battle's conclusion. Blood rushed south. There might've even been something eager to the deep snarl tearing from his throat.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Instead of fighting against the momentum, Evan rolled in to it, using the others toss to be on top against him. He'd used the same tactic a lot as a child, rolling until he could knock a bigger sibling off with the wall or furniture, or simply stop the tumble with him the hovering assailent. The growls and snarls were much more potent then childlike squeals, teeth and claws and rippling muscles battling against anothers to find some sort of advantage. Hot heavy breaths as they also faught for air. His shoulder and back hurt from hitting the floor, and one clawed hand found itself tangled in released leather, making him have to flick it off while still keeping his grounds. Upright for a moment he plunged an elbow down like a knife to the chest to attempt to knock out his breath. At the same time he shoved down heavily in to the floor over the other man to stop them RIGHT THERE..... and felt somthing a bit bigger and warmer where their hips met. A slightly offended look crossed his face and he growled, instinctually slashing out a arched hand to take flesh, but the suprise had made him pause...
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Well, damn. Jace had put so much energy into flipping Evan over that it only helped him gain the upper hand. Wasn't much he could do now but keep Evan's claws away from his throat or face. Blinding your opponent in a bid for dominance was a bit extreme and punishable by all but the most backwards wolf and dog packs, but he didn't know if cats held the same code of honor. For all he knew, cats crippled their rivals routinely. Couldn't take any risks. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on exposed skin, eyes narrowed and locked onto Evan's. They widened in shock as the elbow embedded itself between his ribs, expelling the breath from his lungs in a single wheezing puff. When their hips met, he drew it back in sharply. Unlike the persistent throb where his chest had been bruised, that pressure was not at all unpleasant. Without even thinking to, he bucked back against the lynx's hips. He almost wanted to laugh at Evan's offended look. What, was he jealous? Jace wasn't even half hard yet, and already his jeans struggled to contain him. Well, he'd get to see what he was packing soon enough. Capitalizing on Evan's hesitation, he swatted the lynx's clawed hand aside and jammed his forearm straight against his windpipe. There was no need to break the skin there after all, he didn't want to kill him. Just get him winded enough to throw off and mount.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan had throw a hand up towards the on-coming blow, but it was to late. Gagging, his hand grappled to pull the other weres arm away, the other flying to rub nd grip desperatly at his windpipe, un-able to breath in for a rather painful moment. His eyes went wet and his body stopped pressing down, distracted by the loss of air and pain, survival instincts, even as he started gasping in breaths again, but still un-able to curse the canine bastard. Getting off while they were... what was this? A GAME to him? But his concentration had been shot for a moment, and as anyone who had hunted wild prey, it only took that moment and suddenly you were the one danger.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace hardly minded the sting of Evan's claws digging into his sleeveless arm, pulling it away. He'd got his hit in, broke Evan's momentum, and now he had the opening he'd been waiting for. Fangs bared, he shoved hard at Evan's chest. Any grudge he might've earlier held was drowned by the lust-and-adrenaline cocktail surging through his veins. The fact Evan hadn't seemed aroused sort of surprised him -- weren't cats supposed to be more wanton than canines? Maybe he'd realized he Jace had the upper hand, and wasn't looking forward to owning up. Couldn't blame him. Losing a fight you picked yourself sucked pretty hard. Oh well. It wasn't his pride on the line. He hauled himself onto the smaller figure, pinned his arms down against the tile. Ground against him, this time intentionally, and growled. His cock strained against the too-small confines of his jeans, and oh fuck yes, that felt good. Just to be ironic, he gave the lynx a 'little nibble' along the curve of skin where neck and shoulder met. His fangs barely broke the skin again, killing him wasn't the goal but certainly drew enough blood to scent. Evan could struggle all he wanted, but unless he was strong enough to lift his weight, he doubted he'd do any real damage now.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Cats were indeed more sensual, but they kept their sex and fighting mostly separate. Sharp retractable claws and soft sensitive bits in intimate moments commonly didn't mix very well. This was why the shorter male was being thrown for a bit of a loop. Evan flailed in a last ditch attempt while he was still catching air, but failed miserably as he found himself at the were canines mercy. He wriggled to try and get his arms free... ... and FROZE as the man trapping him down ground in to him with a VERY obvious hard on, setting off a tremor of pleasure from his own groin. Alright, there was friction issues and then there was THIS... this sure as fuck wasn't an oops or for giggles Evan realized, cold water on his heated rage. His eyes snapped to Jace's and he could see the intensity. They'd both been fighting but for completely different wars. The Lynx started to struggle anew for a moment, but stopped short as sharp teeth clamped around his bruised throat. Pinpricks of sharp pain that were almost lost in all of the other dull wounds he carried, but the clamp of jaw around his jugular was still clear as day. He went limp. Jace had won. Fuck, he cursed, panting hard, trying not to squirm from the heat and pressure being forced on his hips. Alright... get off of me. Shit. When the canine didn't immediately get up and smirk at him in triumph he tried to give the man the dirty eye what he could in his position. What the hell are you doing? He began to squirm again, though not buck or punch anything. He'd lost. Now he just needed to slink away a bit and lick his wounds, so to say. The others hot body pressed down on him without the excuse of fighting was starting to cause him to develop his own problems with nature. He abruptly stopped moving his hips when he let out a small moan. Damn it...
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

What d'you think I'm doin'? Jace figured the lynx was in denial about having lost. He'd be pretty sore about it too, if he'd gone and lost a challenge he'd offered himself. All the same, he expected Evan to hold up his end of the bargain and -- what did he call it? -- assume the position. Only fair. Deep sound rumbling in his chest, he descended to lap the blood from Evan's throat, and smirk against the punctured skin. Ain't took ya for the type to play dumb. Fight's over, but y'know the deal ain't done 'til the ritual's pulled through. And by 'ritual' he meant 'claiming', but it sounded a little more cultured this way. Though he might've been a quasi-bumpkin, Jace didn't want to sound like a total hick in front of these city creatures. He moved against Evan with a rhythm, dragging his claws through the fabric of the lynx's shirt. He slipped his hand betwixt the shreds while pressing against him, savouring the combined ache of his injuries with the decidedly more satisfying throb of a swelling cock. The fact that he could feel Evan's stirring in response only heightened his anticipation. 'Course he wanted it it was just his ego getting in the way of being a good sport. Happened all the time. Jace was pretty sure he'd change his mind soon enough. Grinning a fanged grin, he took one of Evan's nipples between his fingertips and twisted. Fair fight's a fair fight, he murmured, voice low and rough as fresh-ground gravel. Don't make it too hard on yerself.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan stayed still as sharp nails made quick work of his T-shirt, allowing himself a confused whimper. What? I don'tNNngg. Ah! Shhhiiii.. stop! he protested as his body arched what it could from the playful tug on his chest. To say he felt bit bewildered was a understatment. The fact his mind, run ragged and raw from just the earleir chase for his life and now being faced with both loosing a status fight, rage, pain, power and now THIS... But the ritual IS done, he flabbergasted. He'd been knocked down and bitten while submitting. As far as he was knew that was that. Different feline species had slightly different nuances after that, minor rituals or scarification rights, but you usually at least got to get back up on your own feet first! His arms, now free, drove in to the canines hair, pulling back to try nd drag the large male off of him to get some breathing space. This was to close, to intimate for... Get OFF me you mongrel dog... wolf...fucking whatever! What the HELL man!
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

What's your deal? He let Evan pull him back just enough to make eye contact, and glared. Ya can't challenge a guy to a status bout an' chicken out at the claimin'! That was even more dishonorable than walking away from a challenge. Canine code of honor emphasized losing with dignity that is, taking it like a man when you got beat down and he'd simply assumed felines did the same. Quit yer squirmin' already. Ain't over til we're spent, an' ya know it. How was he supposed to believe otherwise, when the heat from Evan's groin just proved it? Though the lynx had managed to put some distance between their faces, their hips were still delightfully pressed together. Jace couldn't stop himself grinding the bulge of his painfully trapped cock against his fellow survivor's the friction was the closest thing to relief he could get until Evan stopped being such a literal pussy about a lost contest. Jeez. another tweak to the nipple, harder. Ya act like ya never lost a status fight 'fore.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Wh... An expression of genuine confusion settled across his face. 'You bastards get randy when you fight'? What did he mean to imply -- that he hadn't known that before they fought? Jace almost laughed. Oh, hell no. It looked like he'd have to show Evan the ins and outs so to speak of canine dominance. He flashed a fanged grin. That's some way to put it. He'd won and lost his fair share of status bouts since he was old enough to partake in them. He hated to admit the lynx was right, but fighting and arousal were basically synonymous to the collective canine mind. Must've been ten, fifteen years ago now, but the first time he'd beat down a guy who questioned his honour, he distinctly recalled both himself and his opponent struggling not to come just from grinding against one another. For the records, his opponent came first. He'd always been a bit proud of that. At Evan's admission of defeat, Jace smirked his satisfaction. Looked like the lynx had finally come out of denial. He shifted atop the smaller frame, and was just about to lean in to clean his jawline of blood when he voiced a particularly bad pun. Jace's expression dropped to something best described as 'sorely unimpressed'. Betcha been wantin' to use that line all night, he said. You're real funny. You cats think you're the only ones who can get creative, don'tcha? With a sharp grin, he slid a broad hand between their bodies and gave Evan's crotch a firm, teasing squeeze. You ever had a mutt in ya? Jace leaned down, growled in his ear. Lemme tell ya summin' 'bout crossbreeding, Evan. Ma Nature's gave us a little summin called 'hybrid vigour'. Makes us impressive where it counts. He bucked his hips forwards, emphasizing the view of the massive bulge outlined by clinging jeans. Though uncomfortably packed down by the restraining denim, his cock and balls were fully engorged. Every brush of their hips made him want to whimper, but he was far too proud to debase himself to a whining pup in front of his prize.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan's immature little giggle fit 'nerves', he'd swear later was cut off and replaced by a low, breathy moan as he felt Jace's hand squeeze over his jean covered member. Ahh...um.. no, can't say I have. Shit, hybrid wh...oh, like... Ligers or something right? crossbreeds that ended up producing larger offspring. Apparently this guy was claiming that for his dick. Though by what the brunette could see and feel... well maybe he was right. Or just lucky. It took him a moment to tip his eyes away from the sight, huge bulge dangerously close to all of him as he fidgeted a little, blood hotly flowing downwards and denying his brain fuel power. Just a few feline weres, but mostly humans. The... uh... the wolf back farther up north where I lived kinda almost religiously kept to themselves, he clarified both his sexual history and, unknown to him, why he didn't know all of the nuances of werewolf custom. He didn't clarify what genders he'd slept with, but that was because he really didn't care. He was perhaps the more 'equal opportunity' out of all of his siblings, even brought a human boyfriend home for thanksgiving last year. Though that was more to watch his sister drool over him and know he was off limits. Evan was still pissed she'd slept with two of his best high school buddies and then pulled such a bitch act that they wouldn't even talk to HIM ever again. The guy had wondered why Evan had been gleefully jumping him like a teenager while they'd been up there, while when they were down at college he was relegated to only an occasional booty call. Flaunting his musk all over his sisters house had been a FANTASTIC aphrodisiac. That, thought, was not the here and now. The here and now was hot, panting breath, ripped shirt, bare perked nipples and WAY to much fucking clothing down past both their hips. Yes, he was not at all pleased with how this had come about, but now that he was wound up Evan sure as hell wasn't turning Jace down. Only the sleeker hunting cats were cock teases, and he'd long since figured out that pissed him off. So to get things moving his hands boldly groped the offered package in the front of the were canines jeans with a smirk, tracing the outline of its thickness, gauging what he could. If you think your creative, or impressive, you better start showing me or this curious cat is gonna get bored and go play with someone elses balls, he quipped, before dropping his fingers to his own pants to start to take them off. He LIKED these ones, he didn't want them ending up in shreds like his shirt.
Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace didn't think ligers actually existed , but hey, Evan was the cat here. Yeah, ligers. He licked his lips in an attempt to clear them of blood and restore moisture. If they weren't cut already from the fight, simple dryness would've chapped them good. All this pouncing and grinding and groping had turned his mouth dry as a desert in July. That explains things, he murmured mostly to himself, half-admitting that he should've anticipated it. His pa's pack, down near the interior, had been pretty self-contained as well. Most conservative canine packs lacked the openmindedness to interact with other species on a routine basis. But that was neither here nor there. Evan's hands on his clothed dick pulled him back to the moment, where he landed with a sharp inhalation and groan to match. Nnngh! Shit, that's... oh, fuck ... His cock struggled to twitch in its restraints, a pleasurably dull ache radiating upwards from the trapped organ all the way to his stomach. As much as he longed to buck against the lynx's grasping hands, he forced himself to slide back enough to give him room to strip. He'd intended to just rip those pants straight off, but it looked like Evan wanted to keep them in one piece. Fair enough. He could turn his attention to stripping himself instead. Jace all but tore off his belt and pried open his jeans. One had to wonder why he even bothered with underwear his erection, every inch as thick as he boasted, stretched the fabric to its limits. A wet patch soaked into the cotton where his bulbous cock head pressed against it, rendering the fabric almost translucent against the deep red skin. Jace yanked himself free of the extraneous garment with one hand, cupped his swollen tender balls with the other, and bit back a groan. Yes, he did think he was impressive -- he'd been told so enough to warrant a little egotism. He grinned. Like what ya see?