In front of the team, Josh is still unpleasant to Andrew, but when they’re alone, there’s nothing but silence and the flickering avoidance of eye contact between them. They seem to have a non-verbal agreement never to find themselves together in the shower again, each one opting just to grab their things and head home after the evening training session. The squad still perceives Andrew as a total outcast, letting him sit alone in the dining hall for breakfast and dinner and disregarding any attempt that he makes to join in on the small talk during stretch sessions. Josh notices Andrew’s fragility grow over the weeks and wonders how he can slip him through the cracks of the fraternity without anyone knowing exactly why.
The process of joining AXE is usually quite long and complex, and there’s a series of tasks that have to be completed by the potential member. But with Josh being the head of the house, he gets to decide exactly how it will happen for each newcomer, something the rest of the frat members usually look forward to witnessing. Over the years there have been naked runs through the college campus, daytime humping of trees, and even spontaneous songs sung over the school’s announcement system. But he knows that Andrew won’t be able to handle it; he’s already been given quite a rough time since he first arrived, and there’s also that strange new sympathy he feels for him. Luckily there’s an upcoming frat party that he’s been planning for weeks, so it would be easy just to invite him to that and let him blend in with the rest. But who knows if he will want to come, or if he even knows what a party is, judging by his lonesome walk?
The theme for this month’s party is “Twilight” and with the rise of the full moon on the very same night, he wonders if he’ll be able to control his urges if he does decide to come. But the thought of him being right there within reach while he unleashes his full form is just too exciting; he has to make this happen even if there’s only a slight chance that he takes the bait. He grabs his phone and with two large thumbs, he starts typing his message:
Hey. It’s Josh. Frat Party @ 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night. Theme: Twilight. Hope you’ll make it.
And before he can back out, he pushes send. His heart pounds in his chest as he realizes what he’s just done. A feeling that he hasn’t had in a very long time. He has got to get a grip on himself.
In the days leading up to the party, Josh is outwardly kind to Andrew, especially when the rest of the team is there to take notice. He has to get them to believe that Andrew is being considered for the fraternity, even though it can’t be too obvious. “Hey, Cap-ee-tan-o, what’s up with you and the new guy?”
Josh’s heart sinks and he goes cold, gripping his fists as tight as he can before he answers. “Whadya mean, Todd?”
“Well, I don’t know. He seems nice. Don’t you wanna initiate him and get it over with?”
Oh hell yeah, he wants to initiate him, but in an extra special way, Josh thinks. “Yeah, the guy seems okay. I’ll think about it. See you at the party!” he says as he slaps him on the back.
It’s the last swim session before the party. The last hard Saturday morning set that makes everyone stiff till Monday. The moon is already beginning its journey across the sky. Josh can feel the lunar pull in his veins, the magnetic ripples and waves stirring the sleeping wolf inside of him. He feels the tightness of his swimsuit more than before as if a giant serpent creature is building up for a night on the hunt. And Andrew couldn’t look more pathetic today as he puffs and pants through every hard set the coach has given them. He isn’t in top form today, that’s for sure, and he hasn’t yet said a word about the party. Anger builds up inside of Josh’s chest as he realizes Andrew is the first person ever to ignore one of his messages; just about every person at the college would die just to receive one personal message from him, but no, not this guy. Well, if he does happen to come to the party, there’ll be hell to pay, a thought that triggers his wildest fantasies about showing him who’s the boss. Who does this guy think he is?
It’s 6:30 p.m. and there’s already scores of slutty girls waltzing through the door. There’s too many Bella’s to count as if there’s anything original about that costume choice; couldn’t they come as Alice or Jane, or at least something that isn’t so damn predictable?
The frat house is armed and ready for one massive party, with giant speakers, towers of beer, paper plates stacked with greasy snacks, and every little hideout decorated with candles, bark, fake fur, and crucifixes. By 7:30 p.m. people are already playing beer pong and pretending to bite each other on the neck, some girls flicking their fake lashes and hair as they stare intensely into the eyes of any and every guy. There're so many colorful contact lenses in the room that Josh knows it would be safe to let his inner wolf shine; no one would even notice their purple hue or his fangs if he were to let them show.
His breath is deep and gruff, and his eyes fill with a vulnerable shade of impatience; where is he? He can’t believe he’s even asking himself that question! Since when does he wait on anybody to come to his fucking party? He slurps down a beer and crushes the can, smashing it with a sudden reflex of claws. One girl spots it, giggling like a drunk little school girl because she thinks it’s a trick. He smiles at her and winks; now that’s a trick that works every time. Just as she begins her catwalk towards him, he smells the scent he’s been waiting for all night that musky mint that’s as fresh on Andrew’s skin as it was on the night of the kiss. “Excuse me,” Josh says to the girl, touching her shoulder politely as he heads to the front door.
As he gets there, he sees one lanky Andrew standing in the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets. He’s wearing a black Twilight T-shirt, jeans, a big brown belt and a headband with small, furry wolf ears. The moon illuminates the crown of his head, making him look almost angelic at that moment. Josh shakes his head and pulls himself out of his thoughts, realizing that time doesn’t stand still for everyone. “Hey, buddy! Welcome to the party. Please come in.”
Andrew smiles and reaches his hand out for a handshake, his eyes big and vulnerable as he stands on the doormat politely. Josh stretches out his arm, his biceps still burning from the training set before, and their hands meet in three firm shakes. Their eyes lock and their pupils explode, the chemistry between them once again set alight by their touch. “You want a drink?”
“Yeah, I’d love one.”
“Come with me,” Josh says as he grabs his shoulder to lead him through the house.
As they reach the kitchen, Josh lets Andrew step into it first, allowing him to get a good view of that soft, sweet ass; he lets out a laugh as he sees the furry tail that Andrew has pinned on his jeans. “Wow, you went all out with the theme tonight, didn’t you?” he chuckles. Andrew’s eyes drop to the floor in shame, not sure whether this is going to be yet another harassment session.
Josh cracks open a beer and hands it to him. “I want you to become a member of AXE. You’d get to move into the house and have access to all the benefits of being one of us. What do you think?”
Andrew’s cheeks turn bright pink, and a little smirk creeps up at the corners of his mouth. “Well, can I maybe get a tour of the place first?” he nervously laughs as he chugs down the beer.
Josh holds his silence, letting his chest inflate and deflate in deep, thoughtful breaths as he scans Andrew’s entire body. “Yeah sure. Let me show you around.”
Andrew puts his beer can on the counter a little harder than he anticipated, but he’s happy that it came across as confident or determined or whatever it came across as. They’re both a little tense, the energy between them concealed by the vibe of the party. “This is our hangout,” he says as he points to the dance floor. “We usually have couches and coffee tables and a bunch of books in here. We also have a flat-screen TVand unlimited access to international cable, which includes some very interesting picks, if you know what I mean?” He winks at him, but Andrew’s face is blank and confused. “Porn, Drew, we have free porn.”
“Oh, sorry. My bad. I mean, cool, cool.” he replies, trying to hide his obvious small-town inexperience. They both realize it’s the first time Josh has called him Drew; it feels good. “We also have a pool table and dart board in that room over there, which you can use anytime. And the room right in the corner is our conference area, complete with a projector, whiteboard, pens, you know, all that sorta stuff. What are you studying?”
“Oh, um, I’m finishing my Computer Science degree here. Two years to go before I can start what I really want to do.”
“And what might that be?” asks Josh.
“Well, forestry, like you.” Andrew’s blushing again.
The computer thing, Josh understands, but forestry? Okay, well that’s unexpected but very, very cute. Josh smiles and continues the tour, deciding just to keep the flow of things going. “In there is my office. It’s forbidden. No one may ever go in there. Not even you.” he winks.
Andrew bites his tongue to keep him from asking the question that he’s burning to ask, clenching his clammy palms into a ball as they make their way past that door.
Josh continues, “This door leads to the basement, it’s stacked with beer, wine, soda, food, you know, the essentials that we get in bulk. No one here likes shopping, so we just get it delivered.”
“Cool,” Andrew nods.
“Are you ready to go upstairs?” Josh asks, not realizing the weight of his question. Instead of correcting himself or making it sound better when he realizes what he said. He waits for Andrew’s answer, eager to see the words tumble out of his sweet little face.
“Um. Yeah. I was born ready,” replies Andrew.
They both chuckle and have big silly smiles as they start ascending the staircase, Josh taking the lead as he pounds up each carpeted step. He looks back and notices Andrew staring at his butt, the tightness wrapped in ripped black jeans, an effect made with his own claws that day. When they reach the top, Josh stops and says: “There're eight separate bedrooms up here. I want you to have a good look at each one and tell me where you think you’d feel most comfortable. Being the head of the house, I can make whatever you choose happen.”
“Where, um, where do you stay?” he asks bravely.
Josh replies, “I’ll show you. Let’s start with the eight ordinary rooms, shall we?”
They make their way through the eight rooms, each one decorated differently and offering accommodation for two to three people. Most of the rooms are clearly already occupied, with some beds left unmade and footballs and posters scattered all over the floors and walls. “Well, what do you think?”
“Uh, Room 4 is nice. And I also liked Room 7,” says Andrew.
“Interesting. Why those?”
“Um, because, uh, they have fewer beds in them, which means fewer people. I’m a pretty private person,” says Andrew.
“Are you an only child or something?” Josh wants to know.
Andrew shrugs his shoulders and lets out a gentle nod. Wow, that actually makes so much sense, Josh thinks. That’s why he’s so awkward around the group but yet so warm and quirky around him. “Well, I do still have my suite to show you if you like.”
Before he can answer, he’s already pacing with slow and steady steps towards the curved wall at the end of the hall. They bend around it, wall-lanterns giving dim light for the last few steps to the door. There are a large golden handle and huge calligraphy letters spelling J-O-S-H-U-A W-E-O-L-F-F on the door. He turns the handle and dances his hand through the air, “Please, step in.” His cock throbs once, bulging in his pants as he watches him tiptoe through the door. The door creaks as it shuts, Josh gently turning the key as he locks them both in his chamber.
It’s a huge room, covered in red velvet, a master bed, large golden mirrors, a clothing horse, and there’s even a gorgeous antique dressing table with a red velvet stool. “Should I take off my shoes? I mean, this place is so clean, it’s unbelievable.” How odd of him to comment on the cleanliness, Josh thinks.
“Yeah, sure, make yourself comfortable,” answers Josh.
Andrew scans the entire room while he slips off his shoes, filling his eyes with all the incredible details of the room as if it was some ancient AXE museum that he was standing in. Josh is the one with his hands in his pockets this time as he tries to keep himself from bursting into werewolf form. The arousal is almost too much for him to handle, but he likes the level of control he has to endure. Their eyes meet in one glance; Josh’s burning an amethyst gaze in Andrew’s direction, looking more intrigued and determined than ever. “How do you do that with your eyes?” he asks with childlike curiosity.
“You’ll understand soon enough.” In a flash and a breeze, Josh is sitting on the edge of the bed, Andrew turning around in shock at how fast he moved. He starts unbuttoning his jeans and loosening his shirt, saying, “I want you to suck my cock.”
“What?” Andrew’s eyes are as wide as they can be.
“I said. I want you to suck my cock! Now!” As the words tumble out of his mouth his cock bounces out of his pants, the veins and creases bursting into the bright room like a big, warm lollipop.
Andrew moves slowly and nervously across the room, his eyes shifting desperately from Josh’s glare to his huge throbbing cock. He falls to his knees and makes the last few shifts across the carpet, stopping himself just as his face meets its new mate. With one last look up, he opens his mouth and slides right onto the tip, his hot, tight lips triggering a few successive pulses. Josh can’t help but grab his head and pull his hair slightly, controlling the pace and depth of Andrew’s suck.
“Harder!” he grunts. “I want to see you take me all in.” His lips part wider, letting out streams of hot, sticky spit and swirling sucking noises as he pushes deeper and deeper over his cock. This is hot, but it’s not enough for Josh. He pulls his hair harder, pulling his face right up to his, and pushes his tongue deep into his mouth like before. He tugs and paws Andrew’s body closer as they kiss, ripping his shirt and pants off with his claws, even though he can’t see them.
Andrew falls onto him, the two of them writhing on the velvet bed as they get more and more naked. Josh tenses his core and pushes Andrew over, letting him fall softly onto his back while he rips his own clothes right off. The two cocks meet again, the swollen heads rubbing like playful swords in the magic of the moonlight. Josh leans over Andrew and kisses him wildly while he climbs right onto him, his knees stretched out on either side of his body as their cocks rub themselves together. Josh can’t take it anymore, using his rough hands to turn Andrew onto his stomach as fast as he can, even though he feels a slight bit of resistance. Andrew lets out a small high-pitched moan, but by the look of the little arch in his back, Josh knows it’s okay to have him.
Without waiting one more second he plunges himself into him in one hard motion, his cock aching as it snakes its way through Andrew’s entrance. As he pulls out, he sees the big pink hole that he’s made and spits in his hand to make it wet. He circles it, slipping around it with his thumb before he pushes himself in for a second hard thrust, both of them gasping and humming with pleasure as they lock. He grabs Andrew’s neck with one hand, squeezing it slightly as he begins to pound him from behind. Andrew begins to sway his hips in naughty circles as he rides. He pushes his ass further and further into Josh, rising onto his knees to give him more and more of himself. The smells of sex and honeyed sweat filling the room. The pressure mounts inside of Josh’s cock, and he’s starting to lose control of the wolf that’s clawing to escape, the fur and fangs already reflecting in the glint of the open window. He hears Andrew panting and moaning and sees his small frame slip and slide all over his bulging cock. The view sends him into the transformation he’s been trying to hold back. He growls and grunts. His claws and ears and giant muscles are bulging into form. His tongue is getting longer, and his tail is pushing its way out of the tip of his spine as he finishes his transformation into a werewolf.
Andrew is so lost in the moment he doesn’t even know what’s happening; it’s not like he would ever expect this to happen anyway. At the height of his form, the werewolf watches as his big, black wolf-cock pushes deeper and deeper into his mate, the Omega male triggering the arousal he’s always been searching for. It feels so wrong, but so right at the same time. And the way Andrew is grinding makes it obvious they’ve both wanted this since the moment they met. He pushes him hard onto the bed, steering Andrew’s light body with his cock as he shifts his giant hind legs onto the floor. That’s a better height to fuck him, he thinks, using the thumb claws to hold his mate’s wobbly ass in place. He looks down and sees the big, pink hole full of wet, slippery juice, moving back and forth all over the ridges and bulges of his cock. His eyes roll back, and he grabs him around the waist, ready to fuck him much harder and faster and more like the animal he has become.
Andrew’s torso rises, his back meeting the black, furry chest, his ears taking in the sound of the low, thick growl in the werewolf’s throat. He looks back, and his eyes widen at the sight, suddenly flooded with fear as his body tenses and loses its color. “Oh my god!” he squeals. “What is this?”
The werewolf growls and tenses the folds of the skin on his snout, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, his cock still buried deep inside of his fuck. He lifts Andrew’s body off the bed and bounces it up and down as hard as he can, the lightweight human not quite sure what to think. All he knows is that it feels good to have the wolf inside of him, the fur and claws now an undeniable feeling all over his body, the warm breath steaming all over his back.
He decides just to let go and enjoy it, parting his legs in the beast’s firm grip to expose his bouncing balls in the dark of the room. They flap up and down as his dick hardens more and more, the experience arousing him more than he thinks it should. This is so wrong. But he can’t help but say, “Fuck me. Fuck me, werewolf! Fuck me like you mean it!”
With intensifying, raw animal aggression, the pace of the fuck gets faster and harder as they climb the ranks of pleasure. Just before he reaches his climax and explodes all of the rage, the passion, and the power into his human, he can’t help but follow his feelings to mark him forever, his teeth snapping the air as they bite their way to his neck. When he reaches the tender flesh, he sinks his teeth into it and feels the electricity of the bond shock their bodies into giant convulsive pulses, both of them bursting at the core. His hot gush fills Andrew up, the excess melting all over the base of his cock while Andrew’s cum fills his giant paw as he jacks him off on the bed.
The endorphins flood their bodies, a feeling so warm and happy that Josh slowly sinks back into his human form and allows them to slip apart gently. With trembling arms and legs, they both flop down on the bed, lying side by side on the “J.W” pillows as they share a delicate kiss. In the interim of catching their breath, there’s nothing but lush love that washes over Josh, something he never even believed existed, even though his father and grandfathers have tried to describe it to him before.
“Hey, Josh. What was that, exactly?” asks Andrew.
Josh turns over onto his side to face him and says: “Okay. I’ll explain it to you. I think you deserve to know, but you can’t tell anyone okay. If you do, you will put my family and me in great danger. Alright?” Andrew nods and blinks, his face offering the vow that Josh is looking for. “Well. Um. Okay. I’m a werewolf. Fourth generation and purebred. My great, great grandfather is the one who started AXE over four hundred years ago, and he did it so that each new generation would be able to study something and blend in with the crowd. Drew, I’m studying forestry management so that I can conserve our forest. It’s all we have left. The rest of them have already been torn down, so the Weolff name and legacy depends on me. Do you understand?”
Andrew nodded again, his eyes blue and bright with excitement and mingled with shock and surprise. He touches his neck, the fresh bite still raw and sore and asks, “Does this mean that I’m gonna be one too now?”
“Only time will tell.” Josh knows the spirits of the pack will have to approve his chosen mate first, and he’s not sure whether anyone else in the family has ever marked a man before. He lifts his watch from the bedside table and sees it’s 9:12 p.m. They’d better head back down to the party before anyone notices how long the two of them have been gone. That would really raise a few eyebrows, even though he knows he could just make up something about an initiation event. “There’s a bathroom over there. Let’s clean up and head back down. Whadya say?”
Without saying a word, Andrew gets up and follows Josh to the shower, his ass tender as he walks, but it feels so good, though. Their stomachs growl in harmony, agreeing that it’s time to replenish the energy they lost right there on that bed. Andrew can’t stop thinking about the feel of the velvet on his skin, the wolf in his ass, and the incredible cock he got to suck before he got bitten. There’s no knowing whether he’ll ever have this experience again; he’s not quite sure how it works with a werewolf. All he knows is that he wants to live here, and he would just love to be Josh’s dirty little secret. He doesn’t even care which room he puts his stuff in because he knows they’ll find each other somewhere, somehow in the middle of the night.
As the shower snaps off, Josh hands him a fresh towel. It smells like vanilla, and it’s warm and soft as it sucks the water off his body. After looking at the state of their party clothes, they realize there is no salvaging them. Josh borrows some clothing for one of his smaller frat brothers for Andrew to wear and grabs himself new clothes also. Once their cheeks have returned to their normal color, and they’re back in their new party clothes, they share one last kiss before they head to the door. Somehow it’s just not the same man to man anymore, a feeling they both brush off. “After you,” Josh says, letting Andrew go out ahead of him like a true gentleman.
They glide back through the curved passage, past the eight rooms and back down the plush cream staircase, thankfully not seeing anyone on the way down. The party is booming. The people are so drunk they probably would have never even realized they were missing. The girls are moving their bodies more seductively, and the guys are all gawking and cheering. And a few people are tonguing each other through their costumes and masks.
As they get to the kitchen, Josh cracks open two cold beers and hands one to Andrew. It all makes sense to him now: the way his jeans are ripped, the purple eyes, the way he slices through the water. They each grab a plate and start pawing at the snacks, stacking them as high as they can to feed their hungry bodies.
“Let’s take this outside,” Josh winks. “The moon deserves a good look,” Andrew smiles at him in public view for the first time.
A drunk Todd is taking notice and saying: “Hey! Welcome to the new guy!” Triggering an AXE pack chant “Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!” Josh puts his arm around him and they head out into the night together, armed with a picnic worth having under the moon. Only time will tell, thinks Josh looking up at the moon in a wish.