Dark Light (a 'Balto' fic)

Disc.: I do not own 'Balto' it belongs to their respective owner(s), so just fuck off with the hate flames already!

A/N: As I've mentioned in some of my other projects, I have a lot more free time these days to try out other anime/manga/movie fic writing projects so I'm trying my hand at 'Balto' because this movie is just so cute! The only really good yaoi pairing from this movie is BaltoxSteele, so this time I'm gonna try something a little different with them, and it will be included in the summary so take a gander at it beforehand- now no more waiting, time for the story! Also, this will be an mpreg, which means that Balto will be able to carry Steele's puppies inside of him!

Summary: Balto is the wolf dog outcast of the town of Nome, Alaska. He dreams of being accepted but it seems that dream is forever out of reach until he meets Steele, the son of a retired racing dog named Roscoe. Steele wants to get to know Balto a bit better and understand just why he's hated so much, will he finally get that chance when the town falls ill and Balto's the only one who can save them from death?

"Talking"

'Thoughts/Memories'

'Song Lyrics'

Ch.1- Amber Dreams

The sun had finally risen up into the sky, painting it a light blue that was obscured by a few clouds passing over lazily in fluffy wisps of white. The temperature right now was a staggering 45 degrees as the sounds of paws digging into the snow covered ground became ever louder.

The two sled dog teams were jockeying for the lead, the left side team being pulled by a rather plump orange-grey dog named Kelly. He was starting to get tired from the constant running but wouldn't lose out to his opponent, a sleek red and cream dog. The opposing lead dog wasn't above playing dirty, so it snapped at him- which caused him to jump from fear of getting bit and this made him trip up his team just as the 2 mile marker flare exploded in the sky, signaling that they only had a couple more miles to go before the race was over. The opposing musher was furious, how dare that bitch do that to them!

"Damn you, Jenna!"

Jenna, for all her effort, couldn't care less if they hated what she'd done just now- all that mattered to her was winning this race and earning even more glory as the town's top racer. She merely smirked at the fallen team before taking off for the town and finishing up unopposed.

In a small shop in the town, Rosie and her parents were standing at the counter so that they could get her present that she'd been eagerly waiting for. The girl was so excited that she threw her arms around her best friend, Steele. The malamute definitely had the build of a race dog, but he was also humble when he needed to be. He wasn't arrogant or relied upon his family's racing background to get what he wanted, even though he was the only son of famed racing legend Roscoe. Although he wasn't a professional race dog, Steele still liked to pull his girl Rosie around on a makeshift sled whenever the two had time to play. After a few more minutes, Steele heard the excited laughter of Rosie when she got the sled that her parents had paid Patrick, the town sled maker, she hitched Steele up to the sled and they both ran out of the shop excitedly. Rosie then told Steele to slow down and he was joined by his two best friends, Dex and Rick (1).

Dex was a rather interesting dog, he was the town's only German Shepard and also a police dog. He was a light sand with random black patches on his body, and even though he was rather frightening when it came to subduing a troublemaker or catching a criminal, he still made time to be a total goofball when he was off duty.

Rick was a Husky like most of the other dogs in the town, but his coloring was rather strange- he was brown and black with white spots all over his back and tail. He was more level headed and philosophical, with a voice that held wisdom and all the patience in the world.

To top it off, he was Dex's mate and the two were definitely the odd couple of Nome, Alaska.

"Hey Steele, did ya come to watch the race?"

"Yeah, I've heard that it's supposed to be close today."

At hearing that, Rick had to let out a snort of amusement.

"Not if she has anything to say about it."

Steele just laughed along with his friends, he knew full well who they were referring to: Jenna, the town's top racer and resident glory bitch (lol). For the longest time, she'd been trying to seduce Steele but he had yet to fall for her tricks and tactics. Steele kept telling her multiple times that he wasn't interested in a mate that only wanted him for his family's background, but she either didn't listen or she didn't care, she still kept trying to make him hers. Taking his attention off of those distasteful thoughts, he saw that Dex had a new collar around his neck.

"So Dex, is that a new collar?"

"What, this thing? Yeah…do you think that Rick will like it?"

As if reading his mind, Rick looked over at the black collar that his mate was currently wearing and smiled at him.

"Dex, it's beautiful…but only about half as beautiful as you, my love."

Dex blushed at his mate's blunt answer, and tried to hide it behind his stuttering.

"Oh, t-thanks Rick."

As the three of them kept walking, Steele watched his friends leave after a few more minutes and he took his place on the sidelines to watch the rest of the race with Rosie, unaware that a pair of eyes were on him the whole time.

Balto had been weaving through the town from behind the alleyways, he hated being in this town. Every time he came here, the people and dogs always either shooed him away or threatened to kill him. He currently lived in an abandoned houseboat away from the town with his only other friend, a goose named Boris. Even so, he loved watching the races- they were always exciting, but today the races weren't what had his attention…no, he was staring at the incredibly handsome malamute much further ahead.

Said malamute was black and white that was showing off his focused gaze, a pair of deep blue eyes watching the race with such intensity that Balto shivered from looking at them from afar, black rings around those same beautiful eyes the only other color breaking up the expanse of white on his face. He was sporting a black leather collar with a copper buckle to hold it in place around his neck, a wide smile gracing his muzzle and Balto in turn smiled at the gentleness of it. He was brought out of his dreaming when he heard a little girl scream about her hat, the malamute moving to stop her from running out onto the track and getting hurt.

Balto didn't have much time, so he instinctively began running in the race with a speed that surprised the whole team of dogs as they watched him bolt ahead and catch up with Jenna. The girl was furious, he was trying to steal the spotlight from her and that was not something she would tolerate! This was her race, and here was some worthless half-breed trying to take that away from her!

"Out of my way, you fucking half-breed!"

But when Balto just kept running, she became livid. He had his eyes on the hat, and she mistook that for trying to cross the finish line first. Jenna snapped at Balto, intending to hurt him but he just jumped away at the last minute, snagging the hat and ending up on the sidelines as the team crossed the line.

Balto was happy to be able to get the girl's hat out of harm's way, but when he turned around he came face-to-face with those same intense eyes he'd been looking at from a distance, his nose touching with Steele's and this made him blush.

Steele also found himself staring straight into the golden irises with shock, he saw what the wolf-dog had done while he held Rosie back from getting hurt…it amazed him that this little half-breed had managed to keep up with the team without even really trying or running out of breath, maybe he ran around a lot on a daily basis? Either way, his eyes were very gorgeous. Never before had Steele seen such deep pools of molten gold, and he caught this pup blushing under his gaze.

Balto, for his part, backed off a bit and put his ears back in embarrassment and a touch of fear. He thought for sure the malamute was going to attack him, but was pulled out of his thoughts when Rosie started talking to him.

"Balto, what a crazy thing to do- or maybe you were just showing off for Steele!"

She said that last part playfully, but it made Balto smile at Steele in slight nervousness. Steele decided that he wanted to see more of that smile on the wolf-dog's face, it really made him look beautiful.

'Wait- beautiful? Where on earth had that come from?! Still, I don't deny that Balto here is a very attractive half-breed, I wonder how he'd look when he's truly happy.'

"Here Balto, you can be lead dog along with Steele!"

Before Steele could even enjoy the thought of running with the energetic wolf-dog, Rosie's father came up to them and proceeded to kick snow at Balto and frighten him off.

"Go on, get the hell out of here you mutt! Rosie, get away from him! He might bite you, honey- he is half wolf after all."

"Aww, now you've gone and hurt his feelings dad."

"You shouldn't feel bad for him, sweetie. He doesn't have feelings, he's just a filthy half-breed. Let's go home, come along Steele!"

But Steele couldn't believe what he'd heard and seen just now, did the townspeople really hate Balto so much that they had to be this cruel to him?

"Balto, wait-"

Before Steele could apologize for his master's behavior, Jenna just cut him off and forced him to walk off with her. This made Balto flash him a pained expression, and Steele never wanted to see that look on his face. But, for now he had no other choice than to walk alongside the resident glory bitch.

"Hey Steele, I saw you watching the race today. Did you enjoy watching me run across the finish line like that?"

"Yeah, and I guess so. You are a pretty fast runner, after all."

"Thanks. So, maybe you and me could go and bury some bones later? I know you've probably got a real big one to bury in a…favorite place?"

Steele knew what she was getting at, and it disgusted him to think that she assumed he would mate with her.

"No thanks, I'm tired and I just wanna go home."

Jenna, however was a little put out that he'd refused her yet again.

"Oh…well maybe your tastes lean more towards a wolf?"

Steele hated how she said that word with such disdain that he was about to tell her off when he heard Rosie call him.

"Sorry Jenna, my girl's calling me."

After that, Steele just left the stunned husky bitch standing there angrily. When his girl's attention was focused on getting home, Steele caught Balto's scent and he followed it to an alleyway that lead out of town. There was a wooden fence with some planks pushed aside and paw prints leading away from them, but before Steele could follow them he was called home by Rosie and her father. He left with a displeased expression marring his face and never noticed the sad look on Balto's face when he left.

Maybe tomorrow, they could see each other again.

T.B.C.- Well, here's the first part! Hope you guys like it, because I'm having fun writing it! Now, it's time for an explanation!

(1)- These two are my OCs, I'll post a pic of them at a later time. For now, please leave a review for all my efforts! Thank you!