Hansel knew he should have run when Gilbert had told him to but he couldn’t just leave a wolf mid heat in the middle of the woods. Now, Hansel was currently facing an extremely new kind of problem. Gilbert was standing before him, breathing heavily, his eyes entirely red. They glowed in the darkness, piercing into him like a starving beast watching a piece of bloodied meat. It was now quite obvious to Hansel that Gilbert’s human consciousness was most definitely gone. Somehow the wolf seemed to be able to stand, even without his crutches. Some kind of adrenaline must have kicked in. Hansel would have to ask Franz if he knew anything about it later. Right now, he had a far more pressing concern on his hand.

Suddenly the wolf moved forward, roughly grabbing Hansel by the waist and flinging him onto the bed. Hansel landed with a thud, sinking down into the sheets. Gilbert snarled at him now, a desperate hunger in his eyes as he stalked closer, climbing up onto the bed as well. He grabbed for Hansel’s cloak, flinging it off of him onto the floor. Quickly he reached forward, snatching Hansel’s bloodied arm, his large hands wrapping around it. Hansel’s breath caught as Gilbert brought his wounded limb to his lips. His tongue extended, licking down the bloodied length hungrily with feverish abandone. The strange sensation caused Hansel to shiver slightly. Finally Gilbert’s lips parted from his arm, leaving a thin trail of saliva. Hansel hardly had a moment to collect himself before almost immediately Gilbert moved forward, pushing Hansel down hard against the bed causing the smaller boy’s breath to hitch. The wolf caged his wrists with one large hand and grabbed for Hansel’s shirt with the other, ripping it open, his face moving forward as his mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin between Hansel’s shoulder and the base of his neck. The wolf’s scent and heat overwhelmed him, his body was so hot his skin felt like it was practically burning against his. Hansel gazed up at the wolf now, meeting his blood red eyes with an unflinching stare. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he clicked his tongue.

“Now, now,” Hansel said slowly, “I feel like I’ve humored you quite enough, haven’t I?” And just like that, the wolf was taken by surprise as Hansel shot up, breaking free of his grasp. In one smooth movement Hansel flipped the wolf over onto his back, reversing their positions. Gilbert tried to squirm from beneath him but Hansel managed to hold him in place. “Franz told me you’d be in pain through your entire heat cycle if you didn’t release,” Hansel said slowly. “And now that I’m trapped here I’m quite happy to help you.” He leaned closer now, his mouth a breath away from Gilbert’s. “But let me make one thing perfectly clear,” he said cooly, “I’m not going to be your submissive.” His fingers made their way to Gilbert’s shirt, making quick work with his buttons before ripping it off and throwing it beside his cloak. When his gaze fell back to Gilbert his heart caught in his chest. He had forgotten just how beautiful the wolf’s body truly was. He hadn’t thought much of it when he had first rescued him but now, looking at his muscular chest rise and fall, glistening with sweat, he felt something stir within him. As his gaze drifted downwards it became clear to him he wasn’t the only one painfully aroused. He bit his lip. Gilbert probably wouldn’t remember any of this. He assumed a heat was practically a fever dream for wolves. And for him...well it wouldn’t mean anything, right? Gilbert would be in pain if he didn’t do this. He was simply helping out a friend. This act that he was about to perform...it meant nothing. All of this meant nothing. Letting out a low, shaky breath Hansel's fingers ghosted over the length of Gilbert’s chest and slowly he began to lay a trail of light kiss down the length of his neck. The wolf’s skin felt as if it was burning beneath his lips. He lifted his head, laying a small bite to his ear causing the wolf’s back to arch slightly, his fingers knotting in the sheets. “Oh, I see. So you’re sensitive there,” Hansel mused quietly, “and I suppose you’re already quite sensitive here too.” Hansel’s fingers began to trail lower, lightly brushing downwards causing the wolf to instinctively tense as Hansel’s hand dipped between his thighs coaxing a soft moan from the wolf’s parted lips. Gilbert’s breathing began to quicken and he raised a hand, his fingers knotting tightly in Hansel’s raven black hair. A small jolt of excitement passed through Hansel at the feeling, and his gaze fell to Gilbert's chest which was beginning to rise and fall even more rapidly. “Like I said, there’s no reason to be disappointed that I won’t be your submissive,” Hansel breathed against his ear, “because I’m about to make you feel really...really good.”