Wolves At The Door

Wolves at the Door

By Breukelen Girl

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The moon was pale in the night sky and his heart pounded. Blood rushed through his veins and he breathed white clouds of fog.

His legs pounded the cracked and broken pavement but he didn’t care. He felt small in the universe under the image of the large moon and that was the way he liked it, or more correctly, had grown accustomed to liking it. Lunar week was a few hours away and all it did was remind Hooper Parish of what he was. What he’d become.

A lycan, hybrid being who succumbed to the animal instincts and drives of the wolf that flowed through his veins. Whilst dragging down his base needs to being the only thing he could focus on and think about. He panted and looked up at the old but not yet derelict building that appeared on his horizon as he jogged towards it.

Lunar week and all he’d want to do would be jack off continuously or hump almost every male in sight. It tortured him and annoyed him at the same time. It was maddening to be so driven by some primal need to mate.

It was like no one or nothing could truly satisfy him for long. He opened the building door and hit the stairwell, avoiding the lift all together. Probably a wise choice considering the lift looked like it could break down at any minute.

Being a lycan made him feel vulnerable in a way he thought he’d never escape. Soft and easy pickings.

“That was what made you a lycan in the first place.” He panted out loud taking the stairs two at a time. Maybe that was why he hid out, lived, in The Bronx. Because apparently nothing soft came out of the Bronx.

The saying of the faded poster from the gym he’d been in was still on Hooper Parish’s mind as he ran up the last flight of stairs in his building, with his sports bag, slung heavily over his back. Banging against him, tenderizing his kidneys in the process. Hooper grimaced.

He had to keep in shape. He’d been lax about it lately. But since being called on by his big brother to help a lycan in danger, who had turned out to be Tatum, Hooper had started re-stepping up his game. His kidneys could deal with a bruising or two.

He’d been grateful for getting to meet Tatum. Not under the circumstances they’d met, but he liked her, a lot. Which was saying something, considering he’d been living in the Bronx since he was fifteen and he counted her as his only friend, next to his brother Booker.

My brother’s always telling me I need to talk to someone about it. Two steps.

“Why do you think he says that?” Tatum had asked

Two more steps

"Because he knows what it’s like. Going through the whole experience, having to deal with it, and it changing not only you and everything about you, but you’re life too. We were attacked together.

Was there a day he didn’t think about the attack, about being a lycan anymore? Hooper focused on the steps under him, clocking up another two.

“Are you jealous about your brother’s standing?” The question she'd asked popped up in his head. Another two steps creaked under his weight as he ran up them. “So you’re angry at your brother for being able to move forward and make his own choice?” He reached the landing and moved around it and up. Head down.

“So you’re jealousy of his choice to join the Breukelen, do you think it springs from a need you have to not be alone, to be like you’re brother in a relationship, with someone?” More stairs. He honestly hadn’t expected Tatum to be so damn insightfully quick on the intake. Or so confronting with him. He almost thought she’d been playing psychiatrist, he hadn’t expected her to actually get in his head. Two, four, another landing. Almost at the top.

“An animal of vengeance.” He'd replied. He rounded the landing and headed for the last few stairs, till he got to the level his apartment was situated on. “That’s how all lycans are made. Through vengeance.” Sweat was starting to drip in his eyes and his hair was hanging down in his face as he puffed heavily hitting the top landing again.

But don’t worry, because nothing soft comes out of the Bronx. Maybe that was why the lycans lived there. Because they had to be tougher than their werewolf counterparts. Life in the Bronx wasn’t exactly a free ride.

Stepping into the hallway that lead to his apartment, Hooper flicked is hair up and looked down the hallway. He needed a haircut and to know who the hell that was at the end of the hallway. The male at the end of the hallway was lounging, across a couch that was taking up the end of the hallway and most of his apartment’s doorway entrance. It was angled to fit into the narrow hallway. Between Hooper’s apartment and the empty apartment opposite it.

The black haired guy's arms were spread out wide across the sides of the couch, his head was down, and his long black hair, hung down either side of his face and onto his bare, tattooed chest. His hard, bare chest, Hooper noted looking at it and studying the tattoo on it. It took up half the guys chest. It was some sort of tribal tattoo, and it was as mesmerizing to look at as the guy who was tattooed with it was.

He kept walking towards his apartment. Eyeing the guy who was sprawled out across the couch. He looked like he might even be sleeping. His jeans clad legs were also spread wide as he lounged, seemingly unaware of Hooper’s presence.

Hooper’s eyes ran over him, trying to assess if he was a vagrant crack head who thought they’d settle in on the top floor of his apartment building. Or if the guy was in fact, moving into the vacant apartment opposite his own.

The apartment had been vacant for quite some time and Hooper hadn’t heard anything about it getting a new tenant. But then again, why would he? He was just a lowly lycan tenant, he paid rent to live in his apartment, that was about it.

Black haired guy’s eyes lifted and he looked up and over at Hooper as he put his key in the door lock and turned it. His nostrils flared as a look of recognition flittered across his face briefly in passing. Not so fast that Hooper missed the look.

Had the guy just scented him? Figured out he was a lycan? Could he do that form that distance between them? If he could that had to make him a werewolf.

Hooper disliked werewolves.

Werewolf. Hard body. Hot. Hot werewolf hard body. Damn it! He was going to go talk to the exotic hard body in the hallway. He was curious after all. More than curious. Especially since his “Gaydar” hadn’t picked up anything on him. Mr exotic was cool as fuck. And there was just no way in hell, that Hooper could resist that.

The whole cooler than hell image of the black haired male lounging in the hallway, just fuelled his mind and he tweaked his crotch quickly. If he was going to go through with his plan, to casually grab a beer with the guy then he was going to do it, without a raging hard-on.

He’d showered and changed into his best jeans. Dark blue with bleach stains and rips in the denim. The jeans that were his secret weapon in landing any damn guy he wanted. Well, the gay ones anyway. It worked, every single time. He’d never once been let down when wearing these jeans. Not once.

The jeans were tight and hugged his ass, showing it off perfectly, along with his package and the outline of his hard, muscular legs. It also screamed gay, so Hooper thought. So if the guy needed a clue about him, this was it without saying it.

He was towelling drying his hair when the knock came at his door. Hooper froze and let out a nervous breath There was a second knock and Hooper put the towel down on the bench top of his kitchen and looked around, grabbing his basket ball top as he walked to the door barefoot.

Hooper opened the door and almost fell directly into the face of Mister black haired, brown eyed, tall and exotic. He was leaning in Hooper’s doorways, leaning in to the doorframe. So much so that Hooper pulled up short of bumping his face. Damn it!

“Uh Hi.” Hooper mumbled flustered by his lack of swagger around Mr exotic. His hair falling in his eyes again.

“Hey,” Mr exotic replied as Hooper noted he was now wearing a t-shirt over that chest that he had so admired before. His eyes dipped onto Hooper’s bare chest and back up to his face. Hooper looked over his shoulder. Hooper noticed an accent on him.

The couch was gone. His eyes darted to the apartment door behind them and back onto the black haired male’s face again. Maybe he’d moved it while Hooper had been in the shower.

“I was wondering if there was any chance I could watch the game?” He replied looking sheepishly at Hooper and straightened up. Flicking his long black hair back over his shoulders. “Don’t have a TV yet.” Hooper looked at him and still got no sense of anything from him.

“Knicks, or Mavericks?” Hooper asked back at him quickly.

Black haired exotic smiled at him widely. “Knicks, of course.”

Hooper nodded his head and opened his door completely. “I’m Hooper.”

The other guy smiled at him and reached for his hand, shaking it. “Your play?” Mr exotic asked reaching for his hand.

“Yep, how I got the name.”

“Ah, earned then. Thane.” Hooper shook Thane’s hand keeping eye contact with him the whole time. “Come on in Neighbour.” He said as Thane walked in and looked around. Closing the door Thane walked past Hooper who was slipping his Basketball top on over his head quickly.

“Don’t get dressed on my account.” Thane muttered heading for the couch and television holding up a six pack of beer as Hooper looked over at him in stunned silence. Which meant one of two things. Either he was a werewolf, or a lycan. Because the wolf scent wasn’t able to be picked up by nons. They might know of werewolves and lycans and shifters, but he’d yet to meet a human who could scent, any of them by smell.

Hooper wasn’t great at scenting, but he bet if he inhaled deeply and got a bit closer to the guy, he’d be able to tell which he was. But Hooper was only able to do it accurately, up close. Much closer than his current proximity to the demi-god lounging in the hall outside his door.

Fuck. Demi-god? He shook his head. Definitely a wolf then, not a shifter. Hooper's brain seemed to be hard wired to fuck, and think about it more than necessary most of the time. Ever since he’d become a lycan, it’d somehow become the thing his wolf brain, tended to want and to focus on, the most.

So when he was around another wolf, his focus became somewhat tunnel like and his body attuned to the wolf way of things. Or he could just talk to the guy, if he was a werewolf, the usual arrogant attitude would show through soon enough. He wouldn’t be able to stand being around Hooper.

Deep brown eyes watched him as his chest rose slowly up and down, in a naked, rhythmic beat of utter cool and calm. Shit, had he just zoned out day dreaming about the exotic wolf god at the end of the hall? How long had he been standing at his door, key frozen in the lock, looking back at the guy?

Nothing soft comes out of the Bronx.

The male looked quite comfortable where he was and at the same time it made Hooper think of a king on a throne. Jesus, why had he thought that? The guy didn’t look like royalty, he looked…exotic and hot and cool as fuck.

Fuck. It’d been too long between partners for Hooper Parish. Was he being gifted this exotic male on his doorstep, was that it? Or was his luck finally changing and he was going to have a hot neighbour living across the way from him. No that wouldn’t be it. If the exotic was his hot neighbour, he was bound to be straight, just to put Hooper in some perpetual state of horny misery. Look but don’t touch! Especially since the black haired male was exactly Hooper’s type, exotic.

Hooper liked ‘em male, Latino, black, American Indian, pretty much anything exotic looking. It was what his wolf self liked, and he had to admit, the wolf had style. His and the exotic looking back at him. Fuck! Was he still staring at the guy?

Hooper felt the need to adjust himself coming on, he resisted being so damn obvious. Instead he swung his sports bag around to his side and grabbed the strap over his shoulder.

“What’s up?” Hooper muttered at him as calmly as he could manage which was a lot calmer than he felt. Black haired hot guy pointed to the apartment door nonchalantly, locking eyes with him. Hooper opened his door and stayed where he was side on to the lounging male, standing in his own apartment doorway. The guy had to be far too healthy and hot looking to be a junkie. Still, why was he camped out in the hall? Hooper looked back over at the opposite apartment door. It was closed. Maybe he was locked out.

So he wasn’t worthy of words or even a grunt. Hooper was betting the exotic, bare chested, black haired hottie was a werewolf. That couldn’t be good. Still he should at least try and be neighbourly and get them off on the right foot. “Welcome to the neighbourhood.” Hooper replied eyeing him over again before walking into his apartment and closing the door.

Hooper rested against the door and tweaked his crotch, willing it to calm the hell down as he dropped his hand away. Shucking off his sports bag he started to head towards the bathroom. He needed a cold shower and a cold drink, which made him think of the exotic again.

Perhaps the hot exotic guy in the hall could do with a cold drink, that and a hard fuck. Hooper closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Stop thinking sex. Stop wanting to fuck. Stop. Stop. Stop. He’d been on the top floor by himself for far too long if he was thinking of entertaining the idea of fucking the guy next door.

His cock twitched. Fuck. He opened his eyes and breathed heavily. Moving couch’s was hard work, Hooper was witness to this by the fact that the hot exotic guy was topless out there. And hard work surely earned a cold beer. He looked over at his fridge. Hooper had cold beer and it would after all, only be the right thing to do, it would be downright neighbourly.

Hooper sat on the couch eyeing Thane out the side of his peripheral vision. Mr exotic seemed relaxed and quite comfortable where he was, watching the football game play out on the large screen television before them.

Possibly gay then, Hooper decided. Most straight guys wouldn’t sit that close to him, so that his hands scrapped along Hooper’s thighs as he lifted them to reach for his beer.

No straight guy would then put his arm around the back of the couch and effectively close to Hooper’s shoulders also. More than likely he was bi-sexual, that was probably it.

Hooper didn’t know what to do. How did you do this again? It’d been so damn long since he’d been so close to a male like Thane. He had stopped dating and trying to get a relationship quite some time ago, when he realized he could just get the sex if he truly needed it when his hormones got the better of him.

But this, this thing with Thane, dancing around one another, it made him over think everything and then stress about what to do, or not do. They’d been watching the first few minutes of the game in nothing but utter silence, and Hooper momentarily thought, Thane was serious about, just watching the football game.

Shit. He had to salvage the situation from going all friendship-zone on him. He wanted his neighbour, and not in a let’s be friends way. It’d been quite a while since he’d come across an exotic who excited him like this, like he wanted more than a quick wham-bam, thank-you-man situation.

“Hope you don’t mind.” Thane said Hooper breaking into his thoughts suddenly. Hooper looked over at him, Thane was still looking at the television.

“Uh, no it’s cool.” Hooper replied trying to be cool, himself.

“Do you like pizza?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Hooper replied.

“I was getting hungry from all the moving, so I ordered a pizza before I walked over here.” Thane said looking at him.

“You ordered a pizza to be delivered to my apartment, not yours?” Hooper asked with a smirk. “Confident weren’t you?”

Thane’s mouth twitched and he tried not to smile back at him. “I just figured with the sports gear, the Knick’s top there was a good shot you were a fan and watched the games.”

Hooper’s eyebrows shot up. Thane had noted what he’d being wearing to work out in. “And I figured if you said no to beer and basketball, you’d probably assume I got the apartment numbers wrong if the pizza guy then turned up and direct him across the way.”

Thane looked at him holding his gaze. “So no harm, no foul.”

“Bold.” Hooper muttered softly. Thane smiled at him. Oh fuck-yeah, Hooper was back in the game here!

“Is it just you here?” Thane asked.

“Uh, yeah, this palace is all mine.” Hooper replied with a wry smile. Thane looked at him then.

“I think it’s bigger than the one over there.”

“Really?”

“Slightly bigger, but then, maybe it’s how you’ve styled it.” Thane offered to him.

“I guess, could probably do with a stylist.”

“More than the minimal going on over there.” Thane replied throwing a thumb in the direction of his apartment.

“You waiting on stuff to arrive or still need to go shopping?” Hooper asked as the there was another knock at the door.

“I got it.” Thane replied pushing up off the couch and walking over to the door and opening it. The smell of pizza wafted into the apartment and Hooper’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You’re going to ruin my diet.” Hooper mumbled his mouth watering as he inhaled the pizza scent and watched Thane pull out his wallet and pay the delivery guy. He closed the door and balanced the pizza box in one hand.

“You diet?” Thane asked raising his eyebrows.

Hooper slapped his stomach. “Yes, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Fucking werewolf metabolism. It’s always better than,” Hooper stopped talking and stilled before shaking his head and picking up his beer off the table before himself. He hadn’t meant to let his anger and indifference about werewolves get the better of him. Especially when he’d already figured out Thane was a werewolf. Sitting so close to him had given him the chance to check him out, scent wise.

It had made his cock start to harden when he’d done it. Hooper had then had to focus like hell on the Knicks game on television in order to keep his body calm. Besides, it wasn’t much of a diet if he couldn’t cut the beer out was it?

“Keep going” Thane said walking over to the couch with the pizza and placing it down on the table. Hooper stood opposite him beer in one hand, hand on his hip in the other.

“You already know what I was going to say, right. I mean you scented me earlier, in the hall, when we first met. So you say it.” Hooper threw back at him, downing a mouthful of beer, feeling extremely defensive all of a sudden.

Any talk of him being a lycan, generally pissed him off.

Thane’s eyes narrowed on him and he stepped closer to Hooper. “You’re a wolf, lycan. I’m a werewolf. Air cleared, are we good here?”

“Not exactly.” Hooper mumbled sipping more beer quickly. Thane took another step towards him.

“What’s the problem then?” Thane asked him frowning. “We’re both basketball fans here.” And gay, Thane added silently, if those jeans are anything to go by along with the looks you keep throwing at me.

Hooper stepped up to him, now they were almost nose to nose. A sliver of space separated them from one another. “Depends on the pizza you got?”

“Pepperoni.” Thane replied automatically, staying where he was, holding eye contact with Hooper.

“Anchovies?”

“Half anchovies, okay?” Thane answered knowing that wasn’t at all what Hooper had wanted to say to him.

“Good guess.” Hooper replied with a smile at him. The sound on the television went up as the crowd cheered loudly and both males heads flicked to the basketball game at the same time.

“Oh come on!” Hooper screamed at throwing his hands at the TV.

Hooper had lost all interest in the basketball game on TV. He kept stealing glances at Thane who was slouched on his couch, contently close to him, watching the game. Smug, confident, and content. Everything Hooper didn’t feel he was.

But for as much as Hooper didn’t think he knew what he was doing around the clearly more confident wolf, he still had the guys attention. After all, he hadn’t left yet. “You’re not from around here, are you?” He asked, getting Thane’s attention again.

Thane’s smiled stared from the corner of his mouth. “What makes you say that?”

Hooper laughed at him. “Well for one, the accent.”

“Canadian as charged,” Thane answered him.

“Ah. And two, you’d know better than to hang out with a lycan if you were from these parts.”

Thane frowned back at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“The New York wolf scene. It’s ruled by the werewolves. There are more of them then there are of my kind.”

“Yeah, five packs versus what? A handful in one free zone, yeah?”

“Something like that.” Hooper replied reaching for his beer.

“Well despite what you think of the scene here. I am my own person, oh and I’m also an adult. So I’ll do whatever the fuck I like and hang out with whoever I like.” Thane fired back at him defensively before flashing a quick teeth smile.

“Wow, anger. Could give my temper a run for its money in anger management stakes. Just making conversation.” Hooper replied lightly, before sipping his beer.

Thane pulled himself more upright into a sitting positioning and pulled his hair out from behind his head so it wasn’t trapped with the movement. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat like that. You’re right, we’re just talking here, right?”

Hooper’s eyebrows shot up. “Right.”

Thane sighed and reached for his beer. “Still, sorry, again.” He sighed heavily. “I guess I’m prone to going on the defensive all too easily. My life has sort of shaped me to react that way first and foremost for most situations, whether I want it or not.”

Hooper put his beer down on the table again. “That doesn’t sound very werewolf like. All the werewolves I’ve come across seem to pride themselves on the whole, having control thing. From what I understand of the packs, they instil a big sense of it being the ruler to a werewolves life. Separating the wolves from the beasts as it were.”

“Well I’ve never been a pack werewolf so…” The look of surprise on Hooper’s face kept Thane talking to him about it. “I got uh, thrown out of my pack when I was young. I never sought out another pack after that.”

“Why not?” Hooper asked fascinated with what he was hearing.

Thane shrugged his shoulders. “Had more immediate things to worry about than pack.” He replied.

“How old where you, when they threw you out?”

“I was fifteen.”

“Oh.” Hooper replied feeling a sadness creep into him. “Yeah I get that.” He muttered softly. “I was fifteen when I was attacked, my big brother was seventeen.”

Hooper looked at him, surprised by his own admission. He never talked about the attack with anyone. Not even Booker, his brother. They actually avoided talking about it at all costs. He’d only told Tatum about it the other day because for some reason, it finally felt like he could. It felt right, talking to her and now here he was divulging his hideous past to a complete stranger.

Thane’s left eyebrow arched up in surprise. “Did he survive it?”

“Yeah,.” Hooper replied sighing and picking up his beer and sculling it clean. “If you call this life, surviving.” He turned away from Thane, mentally kicking himself as he did so. How did he do that? Go from having a hot guy he was flirting with, to depressing conversation that could make anyone’s cock limp in an instant.

Smooth Parish, Really Smooth. He told himself silently. “But uh, enough about my depressing life, you did not come here to hear that. What is going on with this game anyone?” He muttered looking back at the TV but finding he couldn’t really focus on it.

Hooper’s mind was wandering elsewhere in the realms of its usual stubborn depression when it really got thinking about the attack that had made him a lycan to begin with.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Thane replied watching the younger male stubbornly ignore him.

He knew it wasn’t because Hooper didn’t want to talk to him. It was because Hooper didn’t want to talk about the subject matter they’d strayed onto. Which was fair enough, it was a hard and confronting one.

“Well I do.” Hooper muttered unhappily.

Thane had to think fast, he didn’t want loose the younger wolf to his demons. He was interested in him and he hadn’t meant for the younger wolf to get depressed because they were talking honestly.

“Don’t let it define you.”

Hooper’s head turned and his eyes snapped back onto Thane’s line of sight. His lips were clamped tightly together in a thin line.

“The lycanthropy, don’t let it define you.” Thane was trying to figure out if he’d gone too far with the whole honesty thing. There was honesty in truth and talk and then there was the just the brutal reality of it’s under currents when it came to being a wolf, especially, he had to think, for a lycan.

He’d made his excuses to get in her, to get closer to the male for purely altruistic, hedonistic and utterly sexual reasons. He hadn’t planned to crack his psyche in doing so. Hooper stared back at him silently as the basketball game played on the TV in the background.

Thane held the look and wondered how to ease the situation down a notch. “I have a confession to make.” Thane blurted out quickly before he could stop himself. He had to take one for the team if he had any chance at redeeming the mood in there with Hooper. “I’m not a Knicks fan. I just made up an excuse to get in here.” Thane said watching Hooper’s mood.

He was still defensive and closed off, was he making the situation worse all together?

“And why in the hell would you do that?” Hooper asked staring him down. “As you can see from scoping out my place, I don’t have anything much of value here.”

Thane smirked at him. “Oh I don’t know about that.” He held Hooper’s gaze. He watched the other male’s body soften slightly, not much. But it was there, he was relaxing again. “I’m pretty sure those jeans should be illegal.”

“Pretty sure they are, in fifty other states.” Hooper fired back at him, still holding his gaze. “Got lucky New York wasn’t one of them.”

Thane picked up his beer and saluted him. “I’ll say.”

Hooper smirked and looked away. Proud of himself. He had so far achieved his mission, to get the attention of the male werewolf. So far, so good, the jeans has made sure his plan worked. Now to get closer than just looking at the guy.

“Well if they’re offending you, I could take them off.” Hooper said standing up and facing Thane, one hand on the waist of his jeans.

“I wouldn’t say what they’re doing to me is an offense.” Thane replied looking up at the younger male. “So no need to get rid of them.”

Hopper’s hope dropped. Damn it, he couldn’t be any clearer than that without saying suck me, fuck me, do me good. He dropped his hand away dejectedly. “Don’t get me wrong Hooper I like those jeans for all the reasons you wore them. But I’m not a rush in kind of guy.”

“Right.” Hooper muttered dropping his gaze to Thane’s chest.

“Do I take it you’re the impulsive type?” Thane asked as Hooper sat back down again, next to him. This time with a little more space between them.

“I don’t think so.” He answered his gaze diverting and going anywhere but at Thane’s face. More like just trying to flirt the shit out of Thane.

“You don’t like talking about yourself do you?” Thane asked him tilting his head, trying to recapture Hooper’s gaze.

“No.”

“Why?”

Hooper remained silent and kept his eyes down.

“Because you’re gay or because you’re a lycan?” Thane asked genuinely wanting to know.

Hooper sighed. He didn’t want to get into this kind of talk, that hadn’t been what he’d envisioned when he’d let Thane talk his hot body into his apartment. He wasn’t good at this talking.

Thane took at guess. “Do you feel shame because you’re gay?” He asked turning more to face Hooper. “You don’t strike me as new to it.”

“I’m not. I’ve always known I was gay.” Hooper said his eyes still not on Thane’s face. Thane looked at him, really looked at him, the body language he was giving off was a big clue to what was going on between them.

“Then, what?”

Hooper’s shoulders were rounded, his head bowed, his eyes low. He was unconsciously being submissive to Thane. Thane’s breath hitched. God damn, why’d he have to go from confident young male to submissive wolf on him? He’d been almost arrogantly cocky earlier on in the evening what with wearing those jeans displaying himself for Thane. Who’d wanted to tear the bleached blue denim off him and bury his mouth between Hooper’s legs.

Thane’s cock started to harden at the thought of a submissive wolf. Hooper was making it impossible for Thane not to pay attention to him. Because Thane truly loved being the top. He hadn’t really been thinking beyond maybe getting a blow job out of the male when he’d talked his way into the apartment. He’d seen the sexual spark in Hooper’s eyes when he’d looked at Thane in the hallway. He just hadn’t contemplated Hoper being a submissive. He didn’t come across as one, at least, not until now. Thane resisted feeling the hardness of his own cock in his hand. He knew exactly what to do with Hooper.

“Hooper,” Thane said his voice changing, deepening in a commanding manner. He watched as the younger male shivered. Was that anticipation or desire? Thane wasn’t sure, he’d never really had a truly submissive partner before.

All his hook-ups had been with males who wanted a good time, but not a long time. And they’d play whatever he wanted them to play as long as they got to have him in the end. But Hooper, this reaction to him, it was not forced, it was not thought out. It was instinctual.

A good sign, he’d reached deep within the wolf. Could it be Hooper was a natural submissive wolf? Something told him this was the case and it just made his attention on Hooper intensify.

Hooper’s cock stretched in hard length. Jesus, how did Thane do that? His voice made his whole body hard and had him waiting in anticipation. “Hooper,” Thane tried again. “Answer me.”

With his head still bowed, but his body feeling tightly wound up. Hooper didn’t fully understand what he was feeling but it felt like it was part of him, and that it felt somehow, right. Like Thane had just unlocked a puzzle piece in him. “Hooper, do you want to get down on the ground for me, would that make it easier?”

Hooper shut his eyes and breathed. The voice it was like a remote control to the very fiber of his being, it resonated in this muscles and he began to move, even as he answered Thane back. The worst part was, whilst he didn’t understand why it sounded so good to his senses, he didn’t want to fight it.

“Yes.” He said softly.

Thane parted his legs wide for the younger wolf who moved to kneel between the coffee table at his back and between Thane’s legs at his front. His head still bowed, feet tucked under himself, his hands by his sides heavily. “Pretty boy.” Thane muttered heatedly, more than liking what he saw in the other wolf.

His hand reaching out to rake through the top of Hooper’s hair. He’d longed for a proper pack mate. A mate who understood his needs to be the alpha. A mate who could meet those needs and more. Hooper shivered again and let out a little sigh. He’d never wanted so badly in life to feel like this before. Like he was perfect and he had a place and it all made sense. Thane’s hand kept raking its way through his hair, again and gain.

When he was just Hooper the lycan he had to be a tough guy, had to cope with the bullshit of the werewolf and lycan world he was thrust into. A lot of the time that muddled him up when it came to figuring out who he was, when he wanted to be with someone.

But this encounter with Thane, it was more than he’d ever had with anyone else. Because it was honest and unexpected. And there was a connection in this touch he was under. He’d never felt so damn compelled before as a wolf.

“When I address you Hooper you will respond back to me, unless I instruct you otherwise, are we clear?” Thane’s dominant voice floated down to the lowered wolf as he leaned forward.

“Yes Thane.” Hooper replied softly. He liked the feeling of being under Thane’s hand, as he ran his fingers through Hooper’s hair. The voice clicked into his consciousness and Hooper felt like he had a place in the world, and it was with the werewolf before him.

Hooper was settled, he was somewhat content, on his knees, head bowed before Thane. The older males hands raking through his hair and scalp softly. It was pleasant and blissing him out to receive such a little form of attention that satisfied something inside him, all too easily.

“Why do you hate yourself Hooper?” Thane asked again, still running his fingers through Hooper’s hair.

“Cause I’m a lycan.” Hooper replied with hesitation or anxiousness.

“But that’s not your fault, you didn’t ask to be bitten right? You were attacked.” Thane said back at him.

“Yes, but despite the initial event, it’s made me into a lycan and I don’t like being one.” Hooper said breathing heavily.

Thane stopped stroking his hair but kept his hand where it was. He hadn’t suspected this is where he’d end up going with the younger wolf male when he’d decided to try his luck in getting into his apartment. But he wasn’t about to shy away from what he’d uncovered with the lycan at his feet. Thane understood hatred and hatred of self.

“Why?”

Hooper started to lift his head, but Thane applied pressure on his hand to keep it bowed. It was a submissive position and one that made Hooper feel comfortable enough to talk so personally to him, a complete stranger essentially. Thane wasn’t about to lose that connection.

“See, even you don’t want to look at me when I tell you why. How can I look at me too?” Thane dropped his hand off Hooper completely. This was going from bad to worse, Hooper had deep seeded issues over his lycanthropy.

“You’re wrong. Look at me. Now!” Thane barked at him, making him flinch. Hooper’s head shot up and hazel eyes looked into warm brown ones.

“I’m not disgusted when I look at you. I devised a plan to get in here, to see you, the wolf from across the hall.” Thane said back at him. “Stand up,” He watched as Hooper obeying his command, stood up with a fluid like grace, that could come from being a dancer. “Come here.” He patted his thighs in quick succession.

Hooper looked at Thane’s lap and back up at the werewolf. He kept patting his lap for him.

“Um, how do you want me?”

“Sit on my lap. Facing me.” Thane instructed as Hooper mounted the couch and spread his legs so he was sitting, legs tucked at the sides, of Thane’s thighs. Thane’s arms reached around to Hooper’s backside and cupped his jeans clad ass. A wicked smile spread across Thane’s face as he cupped each cheek. “Very nice.” He muttered heatedly before pulling Hooper down onto his lap so they were groin to groin and hip to hip.

Hooper jerked forward with the sudden yanking of his position and fell forward. Bracing himself against Thane’s chest. A hitched breath left him as his hands flattened against the hard, sculpted chest before him. He could see Thane’s nipples tightening under the cotton of the t-shirt he wore.

His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of wolf fur and male underneath him and damn his body didn’t want to do a little happy dance because of it and being so close to it.

“Look at me Hooper.” Thane commanded in a voice that Hooper found distractingly hard to resist. He dragged his eyes up to the other male. “Do you see pity in my eyes?” His brown eyes had darkened and Hooper could see nothing but heat in them. A burning heat that threatened to scorch him if he moved. And he wanted to move.

Sitting atop Thane’s crotch was a pleasant torture for both of them. The weight of Hooper on him, only added to Thane’s cock excitement and hardening. His encased erection was in need of release, but he ignored the urge to unzip himself. Instead, he enjoyed the sensation of Hooper’s hardness pressing back against him. “Answer me Hooper.”

Thane knew the younger wolf couldn’t speak. He’d been placed in a position of intent and out of the submissive sub-space, Thane had put him in earlier.

Hooper was again in a weird state of trans fixation and anxiety. His mouth opened and his eyes dropped to Thane’s chest. He’d seen lust before in his conquests, that was easy to come by. But what he saw in Thane was desire, pulsating desire. It was raw and fiery and it excited Hooper immensely. He’d never been with an alpha male before.

The thought of being with Thane, having him fuck his ass was currently short circuiting his brain from forming words. Especially since Thane’s hands had been slowly kneading his ass cheeks while he’d been sitting atop of him.

“Hooper, I gave you an order.” Thane’s voice become a little gruff. One hand dropped away from his ass and Hooper whined in his throat. “Hooper.” Thane uttered at him, hearing the whine, as his hand ascended up Hooper’s back and along the back of his neck. Hooper lifted his head then, and looked back at Thane.

A shiver made Hooper tremble unwillingly as he enjoyed the light touch of Thane’s hand skimming over his body and cupping the back of his neck. His fingers scrapping the base of his scull as his finger clutched at the back of his hair.

“Come here.” Thane muttered heatedly pulling the younger wolf’s head down to his. Hooper opened his mouth as it slanted across Thane’s and the world he knew disappeared. Engulfed in heat and lust and wolf desire. He smelt fur and his body shifted, pressing itself against Thane, his flat hands caressing the clothed chest before him.

Thane’s hands kept moving over Hooper’s body. One hand in his hair, fingers running over him, his other still on one jeans clothed ass cheek, cupping and fondling the muscle that sat in it perfectly.

Hooper’s mouth was taken with Thane’s tongue licking at it, exploring it thoroughly even as his teeth nipped at the ends of tongue and bottom lip. A soft moan emitted from him and without conscious thought his hips began to rock back and forth. Creating a pleasant friction between Thane and himself.

Thane’s kiss became hungrier as Hooper moved against him, deliberately building the fire that made their cocks twitch with painful hardness. Hands grappled at Thane’s t-shirt trying to pull at it.

Thane dropped his hands away from Hooper momentarily to help him pull the t-shirt up and off him as Hooper looked down on the tattooed chest he’d witnessed earlier, with lust. Transfixed in staring at the tattoo, Hooper stopped moving and watched as his fingers, began tracing the intricate lines of it.

“You’re a god.” He muttered softly as his fingers explored the inked skin. Thane watched him and moved his hands back to Hooper’s ass, holding him. He’d had various reactions to the tattoo. But he’d never been called a god before, that was a first. He smiled back at Hooper, watching him enjoy himself.

“Do you have a condom?” Thane asked breaking the hazy gaze that was target locked on his pectoral muscles.

Hazel eyes flew up to meet his gaze, they were sharp and clear. “Yes, in my back pocket.”

“Good.” Thane said, reaching with one hand, into one of said back jeans back pocket and then the other to find the condom packet. It wasn’t that Thane didn’t have any on him. Of course he did, he’d had a completely ulterior motive for seducing his way into Hooper’s apartment in the first place, so when he’d gone and got beer, he’d also picked up condoms.

But he wanted Hooper to feel a sense of control over them. That was why he was instigating the power exchange between them. He gauged that control in Hooper was important and from their little chat, that Hooper maybe didn’t feel like he had any, if he ever had.

That and he wasn’t sure how aware or experienced, Hooper was with true domination through sex, rather than just werewolf and lycan hierarchy in culture. Thane was okay with allowing him to try it out, to understand what alpha and beta wolf sex could be like, if you didn’t fight your biological nature.

“Open you jeans and pull out your cock and balls.” Thane instructed.

Without hesitation, Hooper’s hands commenced doing what they had been told and what he indeed, wanted to do. He watched Thane’s reaction to the sight as he relieved a bit of the pressure he’d been feeling, by pulling his cock out of the confines of his jeans.

Thane licked his lips. Hooper’s hand glided down his cock slowly. Thane’s eyes tracked it. “That’s a freebie, but no more. Put the condom on.” Thane said looking back up at the flushed face before him.

Hooper opened the package and discarded it without regard, rolling a green condom over his length. “Mm, green is that peppermint flavoured or something?” He asked running a finger over Hooper’s bottom lip. It was still puffy from their kissing session. He rather liked it looking like that. Knowing that he’d been the cause of it.

Hooper shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Come here.” Thane pulled him back down to his mouth again and they began kissing, heavily again. “Move. No hands.” Thane said between heavy kisses at Hooper. Hooper’s cock pointed up and along Thane’s abs, sliding up and against him, causing Hooper to moan softly. “That’s it, use me.” Thane’s voice husked at him.

Hands crept towards the jeans seam in the crevice of Hooper’s ass and fingers pressed inwards tightly as Hooper kept moving and kissing Thane. His moans turning to breathless little gasps and small cries of “god” with each movement that built inside him.

Hands kept rubbing up the front of Thane’s chest and playing with his nipples. Hooper’s eyes blazed crystal clear and locked onto Thane.

“Please.” He uttered seeking permission for his own release that was imminent any second.

Thane knew Hooper couldn’t control himself, enough to withhold his own orgasm, but that he was asking him for permission to come, made the alpha part of him, swell with pride. They were getting somewhere now.

Thane moved one hand from Cooper’s ass, sliding up his back again and cupping his neck. Thick fingers digging into the back of his neck. “Come.” Thane uttered as his fingers slid up under Hooper’s hair line and into his scalp.

A shiver broke out over Hooper’s body and he twitched as his hips twisted and thrust forward. His own hands, digging their fingers into Thane’s chest to stop from going to his own cock.

Hooper lifted his head and panted heavily. Leaving the underside of his neck utterly exposed to Thane as he arched his body upwards, while his cock dug into Thane’s hard abdominal muscles. Thane willed himself not to come in his own jeans with everything Hooper was doing atop of him. It was hot and it was turning him on, completely.

To have such a beautiful wolf utterly at his control, seeking his pleasure, that was being ignited, because of him. Thane had a lot of control but he wasn’t completely impervious to being aroused especially when he’d orchestrated Hooper’s doing it to him. However much he was enjoying getting the other wolf off. “So pretty.” Thane said softly before shape shifting his teeth and running them along Hooper’s throat, nibbling at his skin, pulling at it as the younger male’s body tensed.

“Fuck yes.” Hooper managed to mutter as he felt Thane’s teeth nibble along his throat up to his ear. His body shuddered hard and he jerked a few times, as his came, filling the condom before collapsing against Thane’s sweaty chest.

Warm arms wrapped around him and held him close as both males listened to one another’s breathing and then locked in their embrace, closed their eyes.

Thane awoke with Hooper curled up on top of him. At some point, Hooper had removed the condom and tucked himself back in his tight, sexy, jeans. The heaviness of the male on him, felt oddly comfortable. He hadn’t the joy of a sleeping so intimately for far too long now. He patted the back of Hooper’s head, causing the younger male to sigh lustfully and curl closer to him, as if seeking more heat from his body.

Thane rolled his eyes to the roof and counted to ten silently in his head. He had to get himself under control again. It’d been a stupid idea to try and seduce the male wolf in the first place and now, here he was, in the blissful afterglow of sexual foreplay, totally enjoying himself and the feel of the male body resting on him.

He couldn’t do this. Shouldn’t do this. It wouldn’t mean anything more than a quick fuck and every time he looked at Hooper a quick fuck wasn’t what his werewolf senses kept telling him he needed. And yet, Hooper felt so damn perfect in his hands and amazing against his bare skin.

He looked back at the sleeping male and planted a kiss on top of his head that rested on his chest. “Hey lovely,” Thane said softly. Hooper made a soft sound back at him and damn if Thane’s cock didn’t twitch with a need to be in that mouth and down his throat.

He could do this, he could just enjoy what he’d given Hooper and leave it at that. He glanced at the watch around his wrist, over Hooper’s bare back.

“Mm baby,” Hooper answered sleepily. “S'good.”

Damn Hooper being so goddam adorable that he didn’t want to let go. God he missed the holding and hugs part of sex. Still, he forced himself to shove that thought aside. “I gotta get going lovely.”

Hooper’s face frowned in his sleep and he whined in his throat, tightening into Thane harder. “Don’t. Perfect.”

Thane stoked Hooper’s bare back. He felt it too. It was an utterly perfect a moment, that shouldn’t be ruined by him. But it was going to be. “I gotta go love.” Hooper opened his eyes then and blinked a few times as Thane kept stroking his hair. “We fell asleep, the game’s over.” He said indicating the television that was now playing some television games show on it.

“Don’t go.” Hooper said softly looking up at Thane with sleepy, bedroom eyes. Jesus, was that lust in those hazel eyes for him? “Stay and we can talk more if you want. Just talk.” Hooper said resting his chin on Thane’s chest and looking up at him. It was one the cutest moves he’d ever seen a guy do before. He jerked up and keeping Hooper tight against him as he moved down towards Hooper’s mouth.

“I’ve really enjoyed this.” He said softly looking deep into Hooper’s hazel eyes. “And I’m very sorry to say I have to go.”

“Just awhile longer.” Hooper begged softly.

“I can’t.” Thane replied before diving in on his mouth and kissing him. The kiss was tender happiness that warmed Thane in a way that made his chest ache with a need he hadn’t known he’d been missing.

Hooper whined in his throat back at him as he broke the kiss and stared down at him, with intense heat. “Can’t you just,”

“Sorry.” Thane replied cutting him off and loosening his arms around Hooper till they were on his arms and pushing him up off his chest. “I really can’t, family commitment.” Thane said with a half smile as Hooper, reluctantly slid off of him, so he was free to move.

He looked at Hooper who suddenly pouted at him like a petulant child, crossing his arms over his chest. Thane sighed and grabbed his t-shirt- which had been flung over the back of the couch, turning it inside out.

“You know, that pout is pretty sexy.” He teased, slipping his arms into his t-shirt and pulling the cotton material up over his head quickly.

He heard the intake of breath from Hooper as his abs, quickly moved and then disappeared, covered by the t-shirt again.

“Sexy pout, sexy jeans and he still cuts and runs on me.” Hooper uttered bordering on anger. “What does a guy have to do to get your full attention?”

“Like I said, I’ve got a family commitment to attend to. I just, didn’t realize the time had gone by so fast.”

Hooper lifted his chin up. “Uh huh. So what’s this pre-arranged escape clause then?” He said waving a hand at than dramatically.

Thane looked at him sceptically. “Dear drama queen, it is not an escape clause.”

“Whatever.” Hooper replied coolly looking away from him. Not minding the name Thane had called him because he knew he was being stupidly irrational, like some dumb ass teenager, not a man.

Thane rather preferred it when Hooper was looking at him. He sighed heavily. Maybe it looked bad, that he was ditching the guy but he honestly did have to go. It was just that he’d felt a pull towards Hooper that he hadn’t been able to ignore after seeing him the hallway.

“My sister invited me to dinner with her and her husband. In Manhattan. So I got to motor.” Thane replied amused by Hooper’s annoyance at him.

“Oh.” Hooper replied relaxing a little. He pouted again, gradually bringing his eyes back to Thane.

“That’s the truth.” Thane said walking over to Hooper and cupping the side of his face. “Promise.” He said with a chuckle giving him a quick kiss and pat on the backside. Thane smiled, before heading out the door.

Hooper watched him leave and he dropped his arms off his chest, letting them hang heavily by his side as he looked at the closed front door to his apartment. Damn. That whole encounter was hot and made him dizzy when he thought about all of it.

The guy had literally been dropped in his lap, or more correctly he had been in Thane’s lap.

“One hot afternoon in the Bronx and I am on fire.” Hooper said out loud to no one but himself scratching the back of his head. “And you let him go. Shit!” He slapped a hand to his forehead. “Come on Parish, you can do better than a close encounter of the sexually fuck-less erotic kind.”

Hooper ran his fingers through his hair, roughing it up a little in front as he walked towards his own front door. He was determined to get a second encounter out of his hot neighbor.

He’d set up a date with him maybe, or just a casual invite to watch more basketball or something. He’d get inspired when he talked to him again. Hooper opened his door and walked across to the other apartment. His hand raised to knock on the door when he heard voices. As in plural, more than one voice. More than just Thane. He couldn’t make out what they were saying but there was two.

Hooper froze. He listened. He didn’t know what he was doing out there suddenly other than stalking the guy who’d jacked him off and politely exited their encounter without any promise of return, despite how polite and sweet he’d been.

Hooper groaned at himself. He’d just been ditched with a thanks, don’t call me I’ll call you maneuverer, except Thane hadn’t said that so much as just done that. “So thick.” He muttered and dropped his hand. Still he stood looking at the other door and listening to the voices on the other size.

Definitely voices. Thane was like an erotic day dream come to life. But clearly, that was all he was. A dream, a passing fancy and Hooper was just a way for the other wolf to pass the time. Hooper closed his door and leaned back against it closing his eyes. Thane.

No last name, no phone number given, no information known. Just that he was an extremely exotic werewolf who fit Hooper’s body perfectly and made his inner werewolf whine with longing to sit at his feet again, or be encased in his strong arms.

Hooper tried to ignore the rest of the night. Which was like saying he was trying to forget the world around him. Because he was in his apartment again, alone. As he had been so many nights before. It wasn’t fair and the cause of his unfairness was across the hallway from his own apartment! Or was he?

Hooper had relegated himself to the safe sanctuary of his bedroom so that he couldn’t hear the front door or Hallways goings on of his neighbour. Or to be more accurate, he’d decided to hide out in his bedroom, so he wasn’t tempted to stalk over the hall to find out what the deal with Thane was.

Thane who he was already itching for to kiss him again, to run his fingers through his hair and push him down to the ground. He wanted the older werewolf male above him, with his cock out. Hooper wanted to see it, feel it free against his own. He sighed and lay deeper into the pillows behind his head. He wanted to wrap his lips around what he’d felt hardening under him this afternoon. He wanted to suck Thane deep into his mouth until he was the one writing without restraint.

Hooper reached for the lube on his bed stand and opened the top drawer next to the bed. He’d never felt so physically connected to another wolf before. It was unnerving in a sense, especially since he had nothing to go on to even guarantee Thane would be back for seconds.

The man hadn’t even let him tend to his own needs. What werewolf did that? Hooper lubed up the toy in his hand and one finger.

Regardless of this, Hooper planned to have his ass ready for Thane, should he get the chance to be fucked by the sexy male wolf. He wiggled the butt plug slowly into himself as he breathed out and groaned. It’d been awhile since he’d had any anal action.

He closed his eyes and remembered the feel of Thane’s fingers pressing through his jeans, testing the dexterity of the denim and the feel of his ass cheeks underneath. Regardless of this, Hooper planned to have his ass ready for Thane, should he get the chance to be fucked by the sexy male wolf. He wiggled the butt plug slowly into himself as he breathed out and groaned.

The thought of having Thane inside him, made him grab his cock. He closed his eyes and remembered the scent of the other wolf male. Hooper wrapped a hand around his naked cock and began to slide it up and down his length quickly.

He remembered the feel of Hooper’s fangs scraping him as he sniffed the other males scent. While he rubbed himself against his skin. The friction causing him to harden more and more as his skin tightened causing him to grab and fondle his own balls.

Thoughts of the comfort of Thane’s chest and that tattoo, made him work faster until he couldn’t take it anymore and he came, shouting his own release.

Booker Parish looked around the apartment and at the empty pizza box and empty six pack of beers on the table. His brother was one for the solitary life, it saddened him that Hooper felt that way. He walked through to the back bedroom and opened the door.

His baby brother, Hooper slept soundly. Not a clue in the world, that he was standing there in his apartment. Booker pocked the spare apartment key and sighed, walking over to the bed. He was going to have to start spending more time with Hooper. Re-sharpening his fighting skills, if he could sleep so soundly through Booker walking into his apartment without so much as twitching at his presence.

Bending down, he shook his brother’s back shoulder lightly. “Wake up sleepy.”

Hooper let out a loud sigh and kept sleeping. “Come on Hoops, wake up.” Booker tried again, shaking his shoulder with hand. Something unintelligible was mumbled back at him.

“Come on sleepy head, let’s go.” Booker said louder shaking his brother’s shoulder rougher.

“Mm, baby?” Hooper replied sleepily, slowly cracking one eye open to blink a few times.

“Who’s baby and why haven’t I met him yet?” Booker asked his younger brother as Hooper slowly turned over onto his back and rubbed his face.

“Uh, no one.”

“Really?” Booker asked looking at his brother sceptically. “You know, I have werewolf friends who could literally smell if you were lying to me. Maybe I ought to bring them in here and try that question again brother.”

Hooper pushed up in the bed and looked at his older brother dead pan. “I’m not sure you’re prepared for how that would go down, considering how naked I am under this sheet and how damn early in the morning it is. Besides, your friends and your brother, awkward.”

Booker chuckled back at him and grabbing the bed sheet flung it back dramatically and looked at his brother’s body and back up at his face. “Oh look, nothing I haven’t seen before. Get up already, let’s go.”

Hooper groaned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “I was enjoying sleeping.”

“Having wet dreams about this baby guy that I’ve never met?” Booker teased him.

Hooper sighed and glanced over at Booker. “You’re in far too good mood for this early in the morning. What gives?”

“It’s almost midday and you know what day it is. Let’s go.” Booker replied back at him, waiting till Hooper stood up out of the bed.

“Happy now?”

“Clothes would be better.” Booker replied walking out of the room again.

Hooper yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Spoken like a true straight guy.” He muttered looking around his room for some clean clothing. He desperately needed to do some washing. Finding a clean t-shirt and some jeans, Hooper searched for shoes and socks and carried them out to the living room to find Booker sitting on his couch, flicking through television channels.

“I’m not sure I’ve got any milk left for coffee.” Hooper muttered walking out and plonking himself down heavily, and putting a foot up on the coffee table.

“Doesn’t matter, we’re going out to breakfast anyway.” Booker replied over his shoulder.

“You’re shout?” Hooper asked him lacing up his shoe.

“Yes. So who’s baby?” Booker tried again glancing over at Hooper. He liked the idea of his brother dating. He thought Hooper needed someone. He hoped he’d found someone. Booker thought Hooper had been on his own too long.

“There’s no baby.” Hooper replied too quickly.

Booker chuckled at him. “That is just an outright lie. There is obviously some guy who you would at least, the very least, like to call baby, maybe even to his face.” Hooper looked over at his brother as he placed his other shoe on the coffee table.

“Perceptive bastard, aren’t you?”

“Persistent too.” Booker grinned.

“It’s nothing honest. We just met.” Hooper said focusing on his shoe. “Like yesterday kind of thing.”

“Oh. How’d you met?” Booker asked turning off the TV suddenly. Hooper focused on tying his shoe laces.

“Uh, we just uh, in passing.” Hooper said stumbling over how to explain it to his non gay brother who wouldn’t understand it.

“Alright Romeo, come on, let’s get some food.” Booker said thankfully dropping the subject and standing up. “I am starving.”

Hooper mentally sighed with relief, that his brother has dropped the subject of his love life for the time being. It always made him angry and uncomfortable when Booker got into him about it.

Booker looked over at Hopper and away again, resting his elbows on the cafe diner’s counter top. “What?” Hooper demanded loudly. “Spit it out already.”

“I don’t get why you’re not with someone. Why you’re not in a relationship.” Booker replied signalling to a waitress at the other end of the dinner. He watched her pick up some menus and head over to them.

“That old story.” Hopper replied, reaching for a menu as the waitress handed it to him. She walked away again leaving both males to peruse the section on offer.

“Come on Hoops, don’t do this, not today of all days.” Booker replied putting his menu down on the counter top and looking meaningful at his younger brother. “Drop the attitude.”

Hooper kept his eyes firmly on the menu before him, but he couldn’t really take anything in. “Mum would love to know you’d found someone, were in love. She just wants you to be happy, you know.”

Hooper gripped the menu and concentrated hard on not drilling his anger by eyesight into his brother. “Don’t you dare go there.” Hooper said softly.

“Hooper, it’s been years. You can not hold onto this anger forever, it’ll eat you up till there’s nothing left.” Booker replied equally soft.

“Look, I get this is the annual anniversary of the most misfortunate thing to happen to us, and a brotherly bonding experience, but you need to back off on the mom front, and you damn well know it.”

Booker looked over at him. “I can’t and you should know that.” Hooper gave up trying to read and looked back at his brother instead.

“And why, pray tell, is that? Because persistence is in your nature? You’re lycan nature?” Hooper bitched at him.

“Because I promised our mother, I’d never give up on you and trying to get you to speak to her again.” Booker said picking up the menu again and looking away.

Hooper felt winded all of a sudden. Which was odd really, given that being a lycan now meant, not a lot of things could physically affect him. But then maybe it was because they were creeping into lunar week that his emotions were warping his ability to keep feelings at bay.

“She misses you Hoops.” Booker said running a finger down the menu. “I think you still miss her too.”

Hooper stared at the sugar container in front of him. Yes he missed his mother. He missed her more than he missed the life he’d left behind when he’d become something beyond human. Seventeen years of missing just didn’t go away. No matter how much you denied it.

“How is she?” Hooper asked staring straight ahead. He’d tried. Tried to reconnect with her after the attack. But he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it.

“Why don’t you call her and ask her?” Booker said pulling out his cell phone and placing it on the cafe counter top. “She’d love to hear from you directly, rather than through me.”

“I can’t.” Hooper replied quickly. The attack, that moment in time, seventeen years ago to the day, it ruled his life. Somehow, it always ruled his life. It trapped him to this distance that he could not break, that kept his mother at bay from his life now.

“You can Hoops, she waits for your call all the time.” Booker said softly. “It breaks her heart a little more, each time the phone rings and it’s not your voice on the end of it.”

Hooper swallowed hard in his throat. “How’d you do it?” He asked looking at Booker, giving up entirely on food. He couldn’t eat now. His head, his heart, his mind, they were all in another place.

Booker sighed and put a hand to his mouth, remembering the phone call he’d had to make, to tell his mother, that Hooper and himself were okay and not missing. Only the reality was, they weren’t okay. They weren’t the same ever again. Maybe he was in denial and Hooper wasn’t, he was just being honest about what had transpired.

He dropped his hand away.

“I don’t know, I just, I did. I just picked up the phone and dialed. Knew I had to let her know we were alive, not lost, not run-aways.” Booker replied looking around the cafe. “Knew I had to hear her voice again. I guess that’s what ultimately made me call mom.”

Hooper nodded his head. “How’d you explain the attack.”

Booker sighed heavily. Hooper knew all this. He’d heard it before. And yet, whenever he pushed trying to get Hooper to call home, he diverted to this tactic. Talking about it, transported Booker right back to seventeen years ago. A time, he hated to revisit.

“Screw this, let’s get a drink.” Booker muttered pushing off the stool.

“Happy Anniversary bro.” Hooper muttered pushed off his stool and followed his brother out.

“To lycans or two lycans, hey?” Hooper muttered chinking shot glasses with his brother.

“Lycans for life.” Booker replied before downing his shot glass. He kept his cell phone on the coffee table in front of Hooper and him. Like some warped game of Russian roulette, hoping that perhaps if he got his darling little brother drunk enough, he’d slip up and call home.

“So how’s things with you?” Hooper asked slouching back in his seat.

“Good as can be I guess. Got my girl, got my job, my…friends.” Booker replied amending his last answer quickly.

“You mean pack, it’s alright, you can say it in front of me, you know. I won’t fall to piece saying whoa is me, I didn’t’ join the Breukelen werewolf pack when I had the chance.” Hooper poured another two shots while Booker busied himself at the kitchen stove.

“Really? Cause I get the impression you’d rather I didn’t.” Booker replied, as he took his shot glass of his brother and knocked it back, before handing the empty glass back to Hooper.

“Why does this have to be a psychology lesson? Every single time. Why do we do this?” Hooper muttered turning on Booker suddenly. “Why do we have this anniversary catch up on the historically worst day of our previously human lives?” Hooper ranted on, pouring another shot for both of them.

Booker looked at him and his face hardening. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Hooper replied. “You look ready to rip my head off, and it’s so easy to be angry now. Without reason or purpose. It’s just always there isn’t it, the sense of anger, just under the surface, waiting for a reason to ignite. And I’m supposed to be happy about the day that made this normal for me?”

“It’s not about remembering the attack Hooper. It’s about us being still here, despite that.” Booker replied back at him without flinching.

“I think you did the right thing for you,” Hooper said back at him. “Joining the Breukelen pack. You seem content there.”

Booker frowned and bowed his head. “Bro don’t think I hate you for it.” Booker looked back up at him.

“You sure, cause I think I’d understand if you did.” Hooper’s eyes widened and suddenly he realized the purpose of the yearly anniversary visit from his brother.

“You blame yourself for this attack. That’s why you do this every year with me. It’s your own punishment, and penance for me being like you, a lycan.” Hooper said quickly. Booker looked away again. Hooper sighed and relaxed, his chest collapsing, his hand going to his mouth.

Hooper sat back on the couch and watched as Booker handed him a shot glass. It wasn’t the only time that Booker caught up with him. They saw and spoke with each other rather regularly. But Booker had always done this, made sure that despite everything, he and Hooper were going through, always met on the anniversary date of their attack.

Hooper downed his shot and watched as Booker did the same. “Ever since the attack, I don’t think you’ve ever heard me say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry this happened to you.” Booker said softly as tears welled in his eyes.

“This, being this,” Hooper said waving a hand at himself wildly, “Is in no way you’re fault. So apology not accepted because you’re not responsible.”

Thane glanced across at the door opposite him and frowned, noting it was slightly open. That caught his attention. He turned around and looked at the door and glanced inside, he couldn’t really see anything past a bit of furniture.

But the smell that came out of his house assaulted his nostrils abruptly. Alcohol and cooked meat and blood, animal blood. Probably from whatever had been cooked. Thane’s brain ticked over, it was almost lunar week. It was possible that Hooper was upping his red meat intake, as one of his tactics for coping with how his wolf self was affected by lunar week.

Still…“Hooper?” Thane asked pushing the door open fully. The smell of alcohol was over powerfully strong. But then, Thane had always had a sensitive nose. He looked around the main room, that backed on to the kitchen. There were pans and plates in a neat pile in the kitchen, and a couple of empty beer cans. His eyes scanned the room again taking in all the details. The main point of attention was focused on the coffee table and couch. A few bottles of empty whiskey littered the table and even more beer cans.

It was more than excessive for one person and by the look the plates and drinks, meant he’d had company with him. A thought that annoyed Thane. “Hooper?” He asked walking through the room.

It didn’t look like anything had been disturbed, so there’s been no fighting. That was a good sign, still he frowned, had they been partying, was that it? He looked toward the back of the apartment and the small hallway that was an off shoot from the main room. It probably lead to his bedroom.

Was Hooper entertaining someone back there? It wasn’t like he had claim on Hooper now was it? He frowned deeply. Hooper didn’t seem like the type go crazy for the drink or a heavy drinker. When he’d been there the day before last, he’d thought Hooper had only drunk beer to appease him. To seem socially acceptable.

He walked towards the back of the apartment. He had no right to pry. He had no claim to Hooper. But he had to know Hooper was lying unconscious in a puddle of his own vomit too. He’d just look in on him and then go, once he knew he was alright. If he was alright.

As long as some low life scumbag wolf wasn’t taking unwanted advantage of him.

Without further hesitation, Thane opened the door on the left side of the hallway half expecting to see Hooper either passed on his bed utterly drunk out of his mind, or in the throes of passion with some unknown male. Neither thought pleased him.

But he had to make sure Hooper was alright. The empty beer cans and whiskey bottles were just too excessive to ignore. What he saw made him gasp out loud. Hooper’s hand froze and he looked over at the door, his eyes falling onto Thane. “You’re door it was,” Thane started, his mouth drying as he heard the mundaneness of his own words, whilst he looked at naked Hooper.

With one foot on the edge of his bed, the other on the floor, his hand reaching around to his rear end. Thane’s blood heated up and his body tightened all over.

“I just wanted to,” Words were failing him. His brain was short circuiting because of the beautiful male before him. Who kept holding his gaze, with lust. Thane’s eyes diverted back to the hand at the back of Hooper’s bottom and back up to his face. Hooper dropped his hand away. Thane found his feet walking towards Hopper without thought, drawn in by his mere presence.

Thane’s hands skimmed down over her arm, that rested on his raised leg, the other going down the smooth curve of Hoper’s back, dipping between the strong mounds of his bottom. Until they touched a hard plastic nestled in him.

Hoper sighed lightly but Thane could not tear his eyes away from the butt plug. Thane felt the blood rush straight to his cock. It was like he lacked all control when he was around Hooper. Which was unheard of for him.

His hand skimmed over the curve of Hooper’s ass lightly. “Beautiful.” His hands kept moving over the Hooper’s skin until his fingers again, rested on the end of the butt plug. “I was worried about you.” Thane uttered before slowly pulling the ring half way back out again.

Thane pressed on the plug watching his body clutch at it and causing Hooper to elicit a moan, that tightened the skin around his cock tightly.

“Tell me,” Thane said huskily, “Tell me..” He gulped down a solid vat of saliva.

Hooper glanced back at him. “I was going to go for a run.” He said softly, watching Thane closely. The feel of another man’s hands on him, were all too welcome. He need to escape the misery that Booker and he had brought on themselves. He needed to be fucked and hard, right through the mattress, on his knees, from behind, with his knees scrapping the floorboards.

“Pleasuring myself, it uh, helps me relax enough for the shift.” Hooper replied at him breathlessly as he moved the plug back in, slowly fucking him with the plug.

“I’ll bet.” Thane uttered heatedly. His right hand slipped around Hooper’s waist as he moved in behind him, pressing his body to him, while his hand continued to fuck his ass. Thane ran the tip of his nose along Hooper’s neck. He wanted Hooper to feel his arousal, how turned on he was.

“Let me.” He said as Hooper reached behind him, feeling the contouring length of Thane against him.

“Yes, please.” He uttered closing his eyes. “Please fuck me.” Thane began moving the butt plug quicker, listening to the rhythm of Hooper’s breath and excitement at the action.

Thane’s cock throbbed in the confines of his jeans. “Touch yourself.” He instructed.

Hooper’s hand moved quickly, to circle the base of his erect cock. He started rocking between them, cock in hand as he pushed the foreskin back and forth quickly while Thane pumped his ass with the butt plug. He couldn’t help but get wrapped up in the sensation of pleasure that was building up in him.

Thane couldn’t help but start rubbing back against Hooper’s body, needing friction on his own encased and swelling cock. Thane wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off not fucking Hooper. The young wolf was too erotic a sight to ignore when he was worked up like this.

“Ready?” Thane muttered, his voice brushing against Hooper’s ear. “Ready to come for me, love?”

Hooper’s only response was to make some kind of mewling growl in his throat before Thane began. He speed up the fucking of the butt plug, making it excessively fast. Hooper’s hand on his own cock could not keep up with the rhythmic speed.

And as the sensation of his gland being brushed over with the plug so perfectly took him over, Thane scrapped his shifted werewolf fangs down along Hooper’s throat. Feeling the pulsing beat of his jugular underneath them increase with every movement he made.

He smelled the fur of wolf and rain at night and his grip on Hooper’s waist tightened as Hooper moved frantically to find his own release. Thane wasn’t going to survive this encounter without coming in his own damn jeans. Still he held tight to the other male as they built up a friction of speed between them.

Hooper cried out unashamedly loud as his release spurted out of his cock in streams of come, dribbling over his own hand and along his own torso. Thane sank his teeth into Hooper’s shoulder as he spasamed into the back of him, grinding himself as hard as he dare into the backside of the lycan in his arms.

Hooper moaned deeply as he felt werewolf fangs slice into the top of his shoulder, and the smell of blood filled the air along with semen. He’d never experienced something so erotic before. His body shivered as Thane ground against him, growling into his skin. Making it vibrate with energy and lust.

After the shattering of each wolf against the other, Hooper gulped down air, and blinked a few times, trying to remind himself to come back to earth. He’d never gotten off like that before. Ever.

No one had ever made him feel so damn sexy like that before. He panted and tried to twist his head to look at Thane, who’s teeth were still inside him, even as the butt plug was no longer.

“Damn man.” Hooper panted. “You are something else.”

He felt Thane’s smile against his skin before he withdrew the werewolf fangs from his skin, leaving open cuts to sting in the air around them.

“You’re so damn responsive it’s incredible.” Thane panted planting little kisses along Hoper’s neck and working his way up behind his ear. “Ready for a run now?” Hooper’s eyes went wide, was Thane saying what he thought he was saying?

A run, as in together as wolves. A run where perhaps the older alpha male would again, help him shift to his tribal form? The thought of it made Hooper very excited indeed. He didn’t run with others. Other than occasionally with his brother. And that wasn’t all that often. Booker was after all, a pack wolf, he ran with his pack when it was required.

“Question is,” Hooper panted back at him. “Are you ready? We don’t run in blue jeans in the Bronx baby. not that I uh, think you could.” He said with a smirk looking at the wet patch on Thane’s jeans.

There was a small part of Thane’s brain, a nagging, practical, all too human part that asked him repeatedly, if he knew what he was really doing. Doing with the lycan before him, who was again, stripping off clothing to reveal that magnificent body to him, twice in an hour and Thane was addicted to the sight of it. His chest swelled and his cock hardened just at the sight of him.

Hooper put his clothes in an army green duffel bag and slid it under a bush out of plain sight. Thane pulled off his own clothes hastily and threw them aside too. Hooper with what seemed like a growing need, that Thane too felt after their bedroom encounter, walked over to him, with a need to be nearer to the other wolf.

“Is this your regular haunt for running?” Thane asked Hooper who still smelt of alcohol. Thane hoped it was to help the lycan relax into his shift, not hamper it.

“Yeah, most of the time, this is where I come, figuratively and literally speaking.” Hooper chuckled a hand touching his again, erect cock lightly as he played with his own balls. Thane’s eyes darted down to watch Hooper touch himself.

“You normally masturbate yourself into the shift?” He asked curiously as Hooper’s hand began to circle his cock and move along it. The whole time, his line of sight focused on Thane. Thane who was hard all over, naked and more than disciplined enough not to masturbate himself before a shift. But damn, if Hooper wasn’t tempting him.

“Yes.” Hooper said breathlessly as he began to pick up the pace along his cock. It was all too easy now, having already experienced the satisfaction of coming once, he was even more eager to experience it again. His body would not hold out on him as long as it had back in the bedroom. The site of Thane had his wolf whining and wagging its tail with expectation. Thane’s face sharpened, his eyes turning to wolf eyes in the blink of one pair of luscious lashes. He grabbed Hooper’s cock in his hand tightly.

“Oww.” Hooper winced, his own hand under Thane’s tight grip on his cock.

“You’re scent, your semen, it will be like a calling card to other wolves who run here. They’ll smell it and assume you’re fair game.” Thane uttered somewhere between angry and aroused. “No masturbating for you, unless you use a condom. I’ll help you shape shift.” Hooper’s hand dropped off his own cock, whilst Thane’s remained gripped around it. “What do you choose?”

“Condom. Please.”

Thane nodded his head and released Hooper’s cock, reluctantly from his own grasp. Hooper bent forward, his cock already so sensitized that he almost shot his load then and there with the release from the pressure of Thane’s hand.

He somehow managed to focus on the task at hand and walked back to his bag, and produced a condom packet and opened it. Glancing over at Thane who’s line of vision on him was singularly determined and darkly arousing.

Thane’s chest rose and fell in a breath pattern that indicated he was just as excited by this encounter with Hooper as the lycan was with him. Despite how reserved he appeared to be towards having any actual sex with Hooper. Or allowing Hooper to touch him in return.

Hooper paused before Thane again, the condom tip paused at the top of the head of his red cock. He started to roll the condom down his length. But found himself pausing and panting heavily.

“Problem?” Thane asked frowning. He was getting rather used to watching Hooper masturbate for him, he was rather liking it, a lot. He didn’t want him to stop, not now. His own cock twitched and moved and ignored the urge to grab it in his own hand. He had more control than that.

“Uh,”

“Hooper, talk to me.” Thane said directly.

Sharp, clear, hazel eyes zeroed in on Thane’s face. “I’m so ready, I uh, I don’t think I can put this on without losing my load immediately.” Hooper admitted. He didn’t want to fail Thane’s command of him. Even he recognized that by following everything the werewolf had demanded sexually of him so far, had brought him nothing but utter pleasure. More heightened than anything he thought he’d ever experienced beforehand.

Thane closed the gap between them and Hooper could do nothing more than wait in anticipation for his next command. What he received instead was Thane’s hand on the head of his cock, allowing Hooper to drop his own hand away from the task.

“You will not come until I tell you can. Do you understand me Hooper?” Thane’s voice said taking on a tone that resonated throughout his muscles and into his blood. Hooper closed his eyes and sighed. He loved the voice. It meant so many things to him at once.

“Yes.” He sighed, opening his eyes to find Thane’s hand had already slid the condom down over his cock. He hand still paused at the base of Hooper’s thickness. Thane’s eyes focused on the cock in his hands. Hooper noted his breathing was deep as his chest heaved. Thane was aroused by the very sight of him. It made Hooper smile that he could please Thane in such a way.

“I’m not going for a run with you and watching some other male wolf mount your, tight, shapely ass that I was butt plug, fucking this afternoon.” Thane said as one hand smoothed over the round of Hooper’s ass. “Your ass is mine now.” Thane said pinching a cheek tightly. “And the only scent they will smell on you, is me.”

“Yes Thane.” Hooper said quickly, he was excited by the dominance coming out of Thane. He was saying he wouldn’t share Hooper, and at the same time, perhaps, in the not too distant future, he’d fuck Hooper too. God did he want that cock in his ass.

Hooper’s eyes dropped to Thane’s cock which was erect and against his stomach. He had a long cock. Decent thickness, but he had length on Hooper.Thane tightened his grip on Hooper’s clothed cock’s base and watched the lycan squirm slightly at the pressure gripping him. Thane’s other hand returned to his own cock and began sliding up and down the tender skin of it.

“Oh god yes.” Hooper panted, watching Thane masturbate before him. “I want you so much, please cover me in your come.” Hooper’s babbling words only spurred Thane’s actions on his cock to increase in speed. The thought that another wolf had in the past mounted his ass, drove him to speed up his masturbation. He was going to be the only wolf mounting this lycan’s ass.

Thane wanked himself until he could take no more and when he was close, he released Hooper’s cock from his grasp. Grabbing the other males hips quickly, he slammed himself against his condom clothed cock and rutted as he came, spurting his seed over both of them.

“Oh my god” Hooper panted losing his battle to remain controlled. The sensation of Thane moving against him, against his sack and balls and with his cock, was too much for him. He shouted and filled the condom quickly.

Hooper’s arms slid around Thane’s waist as Thane pulled him in close and looking up into glassy eyes, that were about to fall into blissful haze, he kissed the openly gaping mouth before him. Hooper’s attention snapped to a sharp point as he zoned in on the kiss and met Thane’s thrusting tongue in his mouth eagerly. Melding their lips together as he ground, even more against the two sensitized and spent cocks trapped between their bodies.

Moans elicited between both of them and Thane was in danger of losing himself in the lycan’s eagerness to fill his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. Even with the hint of whiskey that still stayed on his breath.

“Whoa, Hoops,” Thane panted breathlessly pushing apart form Hooper who whined immediately as he pulled back at Thane, trying to pull himself back in again. But Thane was once again, focused and pushed on his shoulders. “You need to shift.”

“I need to be fucked.” Hooper panted back at him, diving for his mouth, and instead, licking under Thane’s jaw quickly causing Thane to sigh. “Fuck me, please my beautiful werewolf,” He begged as he mouthed his way along Thane’s neck, “Fuck me.”

Thane found his hands going to the back of Hooper’s neck and digging into the soft hair there. “Damn it Hooper, if you’re this horny on the first night of lunar week, it’s a wonder you survive the week at all.”

“Why do you think I run here?” Hooper smirked up at him and then realized the error of his statement. Thane’s expression lost all it’s lust and sharpened as he frowned down at him. “Uh I meant,”

“I know exactly what you meant. And out of all the places we could go for a run in the Bronx, you still brought me here, to your cruising ground.” Thane said stiffening and tightening his fingers around Hooper’s hair, yanking his head back. “You thought you’d make me jealous, jealous enough to fuck you, is that it?” Hooper’s eyes were wide but on him. “Get on your knees and shift for me.”

Thane’s dominant side couldn’t be suppressed any longer as he yanked Hooper downwards. Hooper folded down to his hands and knees, missing the touch of Thane’s hands in his hair as he kneeled on the ground. “Think of night, the smell of fur and the heat of the moon, think of all that sex you’re going to get your wolf ass into and shift.”

Hooper looked up at him apologetically. “I didn’t mean to insult you by bringing you here, it’s just,” He sighed and looked down at the ground again. “It’s habit when I’m nursing the blues.”

Thane’s shoulders relaxed a little. “Why are you blue Hooper?”

“It’s the anniversary of my attack today.” He muttered in a low voice and then pushed the thought aside. Thane dropped to his knees before the other male.

“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”

“I was kind of lost.” Hooper muttered refusing to meet Thane’s face. “You have a way of making me feel,”

“Yes?” Thane asked him, sliding his hand over Hooper’s hair, down his back, patting him calmly.

“Just making me feel alive, out of the numbness.” Hooper said looking up at him finally.

Thane’s voice caught in his throat with the raw emotion he saw in Hooper’s eyes. He’d searched so long for that feeling, that acknowledgement, for himself. It came, he suspected from being a lone wolf without a pack or the comfort of a pack mate.

There was an innate assuredness in another being yours. Thane had always wanted that. It’d only gotten worse for him when he and his brother had been exiled from their home pack.

“I want you to shift, and lose yourself to the wolf. Can you do that for me Hooper?” Hooper gulped down the vat of nervous in his throat, he’d never been so damn open before, it made him feel vulnerable and yet, Thane got it. He knew he did. He could trust him. Hooper nodded his head quickly and let out a breath.

“Don’t think about it happening, about how the shift works, instead, think about everything else. Like a wolf would. Take in the environment, the smells, the sense of this land being part of you.” Thane’s voice became melodic to his ears as Hooper felt his skin tingle with excited trepidation at the thought of letting the wolf in him, out.

“Think of the feel of the land and how it comforts you and how it welcomes you into its embrace like a lover waiting for your return home.” Hooper let out a long groan as his skin tightened and the shift pulsed in his blood and up against his skin.

“I’m going to be waiting for you. My werewolf is going to be waiting for this one lycan from the Bronx to play with.” Thane smirked as he focused on blanketing Hooper in some of his own power, easing the shift for Hooper to begin.

Thane watched as Hooper arched his back up, as if in a cat stretch, and straightened his arms, digging his fingers into the moist earth underneath them. His fingers becoming elongated nails and fur slowly sprouting along his arms as the shape shift started to take him under. It seemed leisurely to watch Hooper’s shape shift, like it was a controlled wave of being. Shifting from human to wolf back to front until there was nothing before him but a lycan wolf.

He’d seen various shape shifts over the years, but he’d never seen one, so precise that it did it all so orderly before. Hooper was fascinating to Thane. He just couldn’t not pay attention to the lycan before him.

“Good boy.” Thane said running a hand over his head. Crouching on his haunches Thane closed his eyes and allowed his shape shift to engulf him. It was all too easy, he rather liked being his werewolf self. Sometimes, it seemed easier, nicer to live life as a werewolf like this, than as a hybrid human shell of one.

Life was simple when the werewolf inside got to take over, was Thane’s first thought as he watched Hooper shift to his tribal form. It was smooth and didn’t take too long, although it took him longer than it would take Thane to shift. But that was to be expected. Lycans on some level, probably worked different to the original thing they were trying to be. A watered down version.

Thane looked over at Hooper through dark brown eyes that bordered on black. Snorting at him, they began to wander off though the acreage of the parkland. As the scents of the park got richer the deeper they wandered, Thane began to pick up the pace, barking at Hooper.

Smiling cheekily the grey wolf trotted right in front of him, wagging his tail no less giving Thane glances of his ass before starting to run. Tease. Thane said in his mind at Hooper, automatically. Then chided himself silently for his stupidity. Telepathy was an ability his bloodline held, but not all wolf packs had it. Thane was rather used to speaking to his brother with it. So it was somewhat of an automatic behaviour when in their tribal forms.

Hooper glanced back around at him and Thane picked up the pace. Had the other wolf heard him? Hooper can you hear me? Thane tried again as he ran along the landscape barely feeling it under his feet as they started to go flat out.

Hooper barked and darted to the left suddenly, leaping over a broken log. Causing Thane to skid to a stop and do a fast about face to chase after the younger male. Hooper had an advantage over him, he knew the local land they were on. But Thane had speed on the other wolf. Thane flattened his ears and lowered his head, ducking and sliding under shrubbery as he chase after Hooper.

The excitement of chasing his intended was coursing through him as air flowed around him and through his fur the faster he ran. It glided over his fur and he felt himself glide through it as he closed in on Hooper, who for all his efforts, had a pretty good lead on Thane. But Thane was determined to capture his wolf.

He dug in deep, ensuring his legs pushed off the land with strength to increase the spring and speed in his movement. Hooper made the fatal error of looking behind him as he ran, which messed up his running stride and the lycan stumbled. Tripping over himself, face first into the dirt.

It was what closed the gap between them, and every instinct in Thane’s black wolf, knew better than to hesitate. He leapt forth, landing atop of Hooper, causing the lycan to stumble and flatten to the ground again, as Thane’s weight pushed him down.

Thane’s teeth nipped the back of Hooper’s scruff and kept trying to get a grip as Hooper made an effort to push back up off the ground. Thane growled at him with his jaws around the back of the lycan’s neck.

I want my prize Thane said to Hooper as the other wolf stilled under him.

Thane licked at Hooper’s backside, letting his tongue flick out and taste his readiness. His cock thickened and Thane’s front legs grappled until they had a grip on the hip of the hind quarters of Hooper. Hooper stood still as Thane mounted his backside and began thrusting in ultra-fast succession, growling as he kept his mouth around the back scruff of Hooper’s furry neck. When he finished ejaculating, Thane dismounted Hooper and began to sniff and lick around his backside. Hooper turned around and twisted till he could reach Thane’s face and licked at it.

Wanna run away from the werewolf again lycan? Thane directed at Hooper, hoping he could hear how horny he was with the very idea of doing what they’d just done again.

Hooper panted and stuck his tongue out the side. Just when Thane thought, perhaps he’d got it wrong, that Hooper couldn’t really hear him, or understand him at all, Hooper took off like a jack rabbit, leaves and dirt flicking up under his feet, kicking back in Thane’s face.

You did that on purpose, you tease. Thane said pushing off and running after the fast disappearing lycan.

The sun warmed his skin and Thane stirred feeling it’s warmth heat him up easily. He tried to remember where he was as he felt another kind of warmth against his body. The scents of the air around him were different to home.

Thane opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Looked different too, because he was in the Bronx, with his neighbour, Hooper Parish. His sleepy eyes recognized the back of the naked male curled into him on the ground. He smiled, remembering the night he’d had, chasing tail, literally, and it was all Hooper’s all night long. The poor boy had to be exhausted.

Thane wasn’t exhausted but he was tired and the thought of why he was, made him happy. He planted a kiss on Hooper’s shoulder and was rewarded with a small sigh from the other male. “Thane?” Hooper mumbled sounding sleepily glorious.

“Mm,” Thane replied quite content to stay curled up with the lycan as he closed his eyes again, determined to fight the day and waking up.

“I thought you were just a dream. Couldn’t figure out if I’d dreamed you up or you were really the one chasing me and my ass all last night.” Hooper uttered tiredly. “I thought I heard you talking to me, some times. But I might have dreamt that part. Like when you screamed fuck and then howled to the night sky.”

Thane stirred, pressing his eager, morning erection against Hooper’s backside and moving as he stretched his legs.

“Nope, that was all me.” He sighed rubbing himself against Hooper as his hands skimmed over the other male’s chest. Feeling his breathing pick up with anticipation.

“You were really in my head?” Hooper asked him again.

“Yes. In my pack in my family we can speak to each other telepathically.” Thane replied. “I’ve never really tried it with other wolves.”

“I didn’t know werewolves could do that. It was like, I heard you, heard you’re voice, but I couldn’t talk back to you. I guess my lycan, couldn’t figure out how. Didn’t know how.”

“Different bloodlines, different wolves, different abilities.” Thane said leisurely as he cuddled with Hooper. “You fit me just right, you know.”

Hooper sighed. “I hate to ruin this glorious moment,”

“So don’t.”

“But it is daylight and we need to move.” Hooper groaned as he stretched enjoying the feel of Thane against him. “It’s a public park and we don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure or lurid behaviour now do we?”

“Don’t we?” Thane muttered, showing absolutely no interest in doing just that. “I rather like where I am right now.”

“Me too.” Hooper whispered as he turned around to face Thane, smiling. Thane saw the sparkle in Hooper’s eyes and he kissed him lightly.

“Then that settles that, we’re not going anywhere.” Thane smirked as Hooper ducked his head under Thane’s shoulder and his arms wound around Thane’s waist.

“I’ve never woken up feeling so good in my lycan life after a shift.” Hooper yawned and snuggling in further to Thane’s all too accommodating body. “Damn, man.”

“All night, long.” Thane muttered.

“Long.” Hooper murmured drifting back to the comfort of sleep.

“So now we know what you need, on lunar nights.” Thane said enjoying the rhythm of their heartbeats together.

“Yeah a big ass alpha chasing and riding my ass all night long.” Hooper replied with a giggle.

“You complaining?” Thane asked running a hand down the seam of Hooper’s ass and pausing where Hooper really wanted him to touch.

“No way.” Hooper replied pushing his bottom into the hand resting against it. Thane smiled to himself and kept running his finger along Hooper’s perineum and eliciting soft moans of pleasure from him.

“Now who’s the tease?” Hooper murmured.

“Fair play.” Thane uttered cupping the soft sack of Hooper’s balls. Hooper began to move, rutting against him, his lips kissing his way up Thane’s chest and neck under his jaw as Thane played with him. Encouraging him.

“Thank you for helping me, chase away the blues.” Hooper panted.

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not now.” Hooper said lightly. “And If you keep that up and I’ll come, all over you.” Hooper panted between wet kisses. “And all the wolves will know you belong to me.” More soft kisses and Thane began to encourage the lift and friction of Hooper’s hips against him. “Wearing my scent.”

Thane grinned back at him, loving having his own words thrown back at him. “Yeah, give it to me.” Thane uttered gutturally, loving everything Hooper was doing to him, what they were doing together. Thane watched Hooper’s face as it flushed with heat and he began to concentrate on working his orgasm out of him, by touching himself against Thane.

Thane’s cock hardened and he reached for himself, only to have Hooper smack his hand away. “What did I just say?” He muttered breathlessly, as he wrapped his hand around the back of Thane’s cock, keeping both their cocks together and moving them at the same time. Jacking them both off.

“Wear my scent?” Thane uttered blissfully as his hips lifted to Hooper and he rolled the younger male on top of him suddenly. As Hooper somehow managed to keep them both together and kept rubbing them together.

Thane let out a throaty growl as he began to lose himself to the rhythm they created together. A thrust of his hips into Hooper’s hand had him spurting white streams of come over Hooper’s hand as Hooper joined him a few seconds later, crying out with his release.

Thane could’ve lain in the park all day in the sun, naked and cuddling Hooper Parish. He found the whole experience rather serene. Which wasn’t his usual lunar week experience at all. Eventually, they had to break the spell of their post shift recovery and get dressed, and go home. Thane turned around in the hall outside Hooper’s apartment door. Watching as the lycan walk a step behind him, and up to him.

“I’ll come by and see you later.” It wasn’t a question or an invitation; it wasn’t a demand, or an instruction. It was an assurance. A certainty. A promise.

Hooper nodded his head and smiled, feeling shy. “The door will be open.” He said looking straight back at Thane. Thane could see the happiness and wonder in Hooper’s eyes. And damn him if he didn’t like knowing that it was him, Thane Cavello who put that sparkle there. How had he done that? He’d never seen any of his previous sexual partners look at him like that before. What was going on here? Seemed like it was more than lunar week lust.

He leaned forward and slanted his lips across Hooper’s one last time. Kissing him with a solid warmth and hunger that he held at bay. Hooper received Thane’s tongue and welcome it, as he curled back into the other male, his hands going to biceps. Before sliding to Thane’s chest and tracing lazy lines over his chest tattoo.

Thane liked the way Hooper clung to him, needed to touch him, feel his skin. He was more than happy to ensure the other male, got what we wanted. He pushed him back to the door and they bumped into it together as the kissed continued on slowly. Surprisingly it was Hooper who pulled away first, putting a hand to Thane’s chest.

“Later.” Thane growled unhappily in his throat and pulled back, giving Hooper space from him and nodded his head. Hooper smiled cutely at him and began to open his front door, glancing over his shoulder at Thane who was doing the same, opposite him.

There was a sudden movement as Thane’s apartment door was yanked open before him.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Thane frowned at the male on the other side of the door and pushed his way in quickly slamming the door behind himself. Causing the black haired male to back up, giving him space. “You don’t answer your phone anymore.”

“I didn’t have it on me.” Thane admitted.

“You don’t leave me a note, it’s lunar week and we’re in New York for the first time and you up and disappear on me! What the hell man!” The younger male yelled at him.

“Sorry.” Thane replied watching Phelan in full flight mode. It didn’t happen often that Pehlan got this worked up. They’d been together for so long; they knew each other’s moods and what they represented easily. But now that he came out of his hedonistic haze that he’d created with Hooper, he could see why he was upset. They’d only had each other for so long, they looked after one another. And he’d just up and left the younger werewolf male for the night, in a town they weren’t at all familiar with.

He watched as Pehlan’s nostrils flared and he began to study Thane more intensely.

“Well?” Phelan asked, hands on hips staring at Thane.

“Well what?” Thane asked, as he strolled further into the apartment, heading to the kitchen past him.

“Seriously dude, you disappeared yesterday evening and I’m only seeing you know. Anyone would think I was the mature one here.” Phelan fired back at him. “Which by the way, you are welcome to the title of.”

“Really? Because as I recall some of your past lunar week adventures, baby brother, had me bailing you out of trouble, didn’t they? How many times exactly? ” Thane replied opening the fridge.

“So this is about lunar week then?” Phelan grinned as Thane promptly studied the fridge contents for a long time. “You met someone; I can smell him on you. Wolf by the smell of him.”

“How’s Bg?” Thane deflected back at him.

“Don’t evade me bro, our sister is just fine and you know that. You had dinner with her the night before last with me. She’s fine, Paris is fine, and everyone is fine. Now, about you.”

“What about me?”

“Well, let’s see. We’ve only been in New York for a few days now, I mean, I’ve barely moved into the apartment. And you’re already hooking up with some local talent. What is your secret?”

Thane gave him a disapproving look. “You know you could’ve just taken Bg up on her offer to move into her apartment in Brooklyn while she’s not using it.”

“We’ve been over that.” Phelan replied back at him. “I’m not setting up shop in a pack owned territory and becoming dependent on those I don’t yet know.” Thane sighed. He got it. They’d been on their own so long, trust could be a hard thing to come by, especially when it was given unconditionally as Bg, had given it to them. Besides, there was the small matter of having never lived without one another before.

“Now, back to you, what have you been up to?”

“I was helping a friend out.” Thane retorted straightening up as he pulled out a carton of orange juice. “We went for a run.” He opened the carton and watched as Phelan’s attention zeroed in on him. “A friend? Who’s you’re friend? We don’t know anyone other than Bg and Paris in New York. Who is he? Where’d you meet him? Is he good shag?” Phelan fired off at his brother quickly, watching Thane’s eyes narrow on him as he sculled juice from the carton.

Phelan tilted his head, looking at his brother sideways. “You like this guy. Otherwise you wouldn’t lie to me like that or yourself.”

Phelan’s comments captured Thane’s attention sharply and he emptied the carton and crushed it in his hand.

“We’re out of juice. I could go to the store get some.”

“Oh hell no, you are not escaping this interrogation that easily.” Phelan said crossing his arms over his chest. “I want to know who he is.”

“Phelan,” Thane growled at him. “I’m tired.”

“Just his name.” Phelan teased. “And you’re probably tired from going at it all night.”

Thane threw the empty carton in the bin and walked out of the kitchen. “We need more juice.” He said, heading to the bathroom.

“Yeah we do. Cause you have to keep up that energy if you’re going to be banging mister mystery guy all week.” Phelan yelled at him. Thane grinned, glad his back was to his brother, as he headed into the bathroom because he couldn’t stop grinning at the thought of being with Hooper all lunar week long.

They had agreed to meet later, but hadn’t exactly set a definite time. Seven pm seemed like it could be classified as later, after leaving Hooper alone to have some space away from him all day, Thane thought. Even though he’d been tempted more than once to walk across the hall and tap on the other apartment’s door and barge his way in, kissing Hooper till they fell onto the couch.

Thane ran a hand over his face. Lunar week always made him edgy, it made everyone a little crazier than normal. At least, he had enough sense still left in him to know that he had to remain in control of his emotions and hormones.

If Thane did just barge his way into Hooper’s apartment and start kissing him, he doubted that Hooper would stop him, at all. Or even have the sensibility to stop him. He’d already gotten a good idea of how easily affected by lunar week Hooper was. He hoped to help him learn a little more control.

Because there was likely to come a point in the week, when even Thane threw control out the window. It’d been some time since he’d been with a partner on a lunar week night, but it was far harder to not give in to the temptation of the werewolves sexual nature when he was with one. His alpha side, shone through all too easily. It released the chance to exert itself over a willing other.

Thane ran his hands over his shirt again smoothing it out. He made a mental note that Phelan needed to get a damn iron and soon. Grabbing his wallet and cell phone, he slipped them into his jeans pockets and walked out into lounge room.

“I’m going out.” He smirked at Phelan who looked over at him from the bottom of the sofa he was lounging on. His eyes running over Thane’s outfit, of black jeans and short black sleeve shirt.

“Out where?” Phelan fired back at him quickly.

“Just out. I can leave you home alone right? You won’t burn the place down if you cook popcorn will you?” Thane retorted back at him.

Phelan pulled a face at him. “Hey! That was one time and I was five.” Phelan retorted back at him suddenly pouting.

Thane smiled down at his brother. “Ah, that never gets old.”

“I’m up for going out, what about I come with you?” Phelan said causing Thane to stop mid-stride towards the door.

“I thought you had plans for tonight.”

“Well yes, Bg and Paris are technically, supposed to be hosting both of us this week. But you seem to be skipping out on festivities, early. What am I supposed to tell them?” Phelan asked beginning to sit up on the sofa.

Thane stopped and flicked his hair off his shoulders, he hadn’t really thought about that. He was supposed to be in New York, getting reacquainted with his long lost little sister, Phelan’s twin.

“Shit.” Thane muttered under his breath. It was important he reconnected with their sister. She’d been a gap in their lives for a long time. One he’d known about the whole time she’d been missing from their lives. One he’d carried with him all the time they’d been apart. “Fucking lunar week.” He muttered angrily. It was all too easily to loose sight of important matters when it was lunar week and his cock was controlling his needs. And there was a willing, lycan no further than a few feet away from him, to play with.

“Don’t sweat it.” Phelan replied casually. “I’m sure they’re cool with it if you don’t come along tonight. They got a big crew to look after.”

“No, I should. I need to. We need to.” Thane replied sighing. “It’s important. We came to New York to put our family back together again. Not to stay apart as if we were all still strangers to one another.”

“So what you gonna do?”

Thane sighed and ran his hands through his hair and paused, hands resting on his head, mouth closed tightly as he thought about Hooper and what he’d promised him. Well, what the promise implied given the glorious morning they’d shared.

“Give me an hour will you? I got to make my apologies and then we can do the family thing.” Phelan nodded his head in silent understanding, as he smirked looking away from Thane.

“Shut up.” Thane muttered more annoyed at himself than his brother walking towards the front door. Phelan’s chuckle followed him as he closed the door behind himself, just in time to see a familiar figure at the end of the hall. “Hooper!” He called out causing the afore mentioned male to pause at the top of the stairway landing.

But what he saw in Hooper’s eyes was not anything that reflected the sensuality and heat of the morning or night before that they’d shared together. Hooper’s hazel eyes widened and his face sharpened before turning away again as he disappeared down the stairs in a fluid motion.

“What the fuck?” Thane growled under his breath and began striding to the end of the hallway.

Breaking into a quick jog as urgency caught up with him. By the time he reached the stairwell, Hooper was nowhere to be seen. He frowned at the thought of what the expression on Hooper’s face could possibly mean. It was not happiness to see him.

Hooper had speed. Thane would give him that. Even the previous night he’d had to run flat out to catch the lycan. And again, by the time Thane hit the end of the four story stairwell, Hooper was still, nowhere to be seen. “You fucking kidding me?” He muttered to himself as he walked over to the front door of the lobby and damn near yanked the door off it’s hinges.

Walking out into the street he looked around and lifted his nose to the air. Hooper’s scent mixed with cologne, filtered through the smells of the street and evening time in the Bronx to him. Thane turned left and started jogging down the street. Rounding a corner fast, he spotted Hooper further along the street than he was.

“Hooper!” Thane yelled out to him again. Again, Hooper glanced over his shoulder and spotted him and began to pick up his walking pace until he was running away from Thane.

Thane growled and started running, towards the lycan male who had at least one hundred yards on him. But just as he thought he was making up ground, Hooper put a burst of speed on and put more distance between them. He grinned evilly to himself, Hooper wanted to play was that it? Hunt and chase again, only this time as themselves.

Thane kept running, chasing the lycan male through the streets of the Bronx, following him until Hooper rounded a corner and appeared to disappear all together. Thane stopped and panted, looking around himself. Up and down the street, that dusk was settling onto. Hooper could not be seen in either direction.

He walked a few steps, hands on his hips panting heavily. It was possible Hooper was hiding from him, why he didn’t know, but that would make sense as to why he wasn’t on the street. “Think damn it!” Thane uttered to himself as he paced around in a circle, getting his breath back. Tilting his head up to the sky his nose twitched and the lingering scent of Hooper wafted under his nose as his nostrils flared.

“Gotchya.” He muttered dropping his hands and looking around his surroundings again. Walking a few feet forward, where the scent was strongest. It looked like a garden bed between shops, it was narrow and had a concrete barrier taking up one part of the entrance.

But Thane could see a sidewalk beyond it and turned, walking down it hurriedly. Hooper’s scent was all the way along it. He was going in the right direction. Thane looked around him, it was a narrow, small, hidden walkway through a suburban parkland, that ended at a set of steps that went up.

Thane inhaled the air again and again was greeted with Hooper’s scent on it. “Up we go then.” He said ascending the stairs until he again, found himself on a street and looked around himself. Opposite the stairwell and across the road, he noticed the light of a bar.

Looking up and down the road, and not seeing Hooper in either direction, he crossed over to the bar.

Thane opened the door to the bar and walked in. Why would Hooper be going out to a bar, was he that out of control with need on a lunar night, that he needed the extra attention? Why didn’t he think Thane could give it to him? Where they playing a game here, was he supposed to go slumming and pretend to pick Hooper up at the bar?

Thane looked around the busy bar until his eyes landed on what he wanted. Hooper was at the far end of the bar, a drink in front of him, a male with brown hair, beside him, an arm around Hooper’s shoulders. The guy looked to be older than Hooper, around Thanes age, but Thane didn’t even think beyond the anger inside him at the sight before him.

Marching over to the two males, he shoved at the unknown one. All thought of role playing completely going out of his head. “Get your hands off him!” He growled watching the other male stagger backwards, landing on the lap of a patron in a nearby seat. He pushed back off the patron and came back at Thane.

“Bitch, tonight ain’t you’re night.” The brunette said back at him.

“It’s not yours either. Keep your fucking hands off my man.” Thane growled back at him turning to Hooper. His nostrils flared and he realized, Hooper had showered, he no longer wore Thane’s scent on him. Fair game. Deliberately making himself fair game? His eyes trailed up and down Hooper’s outfit. He was wearing those damn jeans again. He looked sexy as all fuck and he damn well knew it.

Fuck.

“Fuck you.” Hooper said back at him, clearly angry and upset.

“We’ll get to that, eventually.” Thane muttered back at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t fucking own me Thane.” Hooper continued on loudly. Thane’s eyebrow arched up at the full diva tilt Hooper was throwing at him.

“I never said I did.”

“Damn straight.” Hooper replied causing Thane’s eyebrow to arch again. “Aint no collar on this wolf.”

“Seriously?” Thane muttered back at him, surprised by the outburst.

“You heard him, you’re boy’s free game.” Brunette interjected moving closer to Thane and Hooper again. “Now, piss off.”

Thane was loathe to turn away from Hooper again, especially when he could see how painfully upset Hooper was. It was written all over his face and Thane had no idea why. But he knew it was somehow, because of him.

“Bitch, please.” Thane growled turning back on the brunette and giving him his attention. “You do not want to get into this with me.”

He watched the body language of the brunette male, who was readying himself for a fight. “Look around you werewolf, look closely at what you walked into.” Thane’s eyes diverted around and he focused his ability on scent. The smell of lycan fur was heavy in the air. “Look good and proper, it’s you that doesn’t want to get into this with me over your boy. You’re way out of your territory here. But that’s what you get for slumming it. ”

Thane’s eyes narrowed as he took in the male audience they had attracted, watching him closely. A few males looked like they were ready to spring up, if called upon. He would easily be out numbered, but he didn’t really see an alpha amongst them. Even the brunette presented as tough but Thane doubted he was an alpha. Rather a lycan with an inflated chest and sense of wounded pride. Thane curled up his fingers, cracking his knuckles as he did so.

“Thane, don’t. Fine, I’ll come with you.” Hooper sulked walking away from the bar. Thane grabbed his hand tightly and looking around them, walked them out of the bar extra fast. Once outside, Hooper shrugged his hand out of Thane’s grasp. At least, he tried to. But Thane held onto him tight.

“No fucking way princess.” Thane muttered looking around them. He wanted to talk with Hooper, but a public street wasn’t the place for them to do it. “I’m not letting you take off on me again. You got moves.” Thane said as he pulled Hooper with him across the street again, away from the bar.

“At first, I thought you were just trying to re-create last night. Hunt and chase. But I gather that’s not what this brat attack is about.” Thane said at him as they headed back down the stairway.

“If you wanted to go slumming, you could’ve given me a heads up and I’d have played my part in there.”

“Brat attack?” Hooper snorted back at him. Thane stopped and turning around pressed Hooper to the stairway’s wall with his body. One foot up a step, the other down.

“What would you call it then? I made a date with you to see you tonight. I walk out of my place and you’re off and running away from me. What’s going on Hooper? You trying to make me jealous, is that it?” Thane said husky and angry as he inched his face closer to Hooper’s. “Playing games? Hot tip, I’m not into games.”

Hooper’s eyes widened as he tracked Thane’s mouth closing in on him. “A date. Is that what you call sneaking over on the down low to fool around with me, while you’re boyfriend’s sitting pretty next door?”

“Boyfriend? “Thane repeated frowning.

“Yeah, boyfriend, don’t even try and play like I didn’t see him. I heard him as well as saw him.” Thane’s mouth tightened and a muscle pulsed in his jaw.

Hooper pouted back at him and Thane took full advantage of his bratty pout. Slinking forward and sinking his teeth into Hooper’s bottom lip, eliciting a loud moan from the lycan as he remained, pressed back against the wall. Thane pulled back, allowing Hooper to see the heat for him, in his eyes. Hooper’s blood raced and his chest heaved, as he found himself breathing hard. He liked Thane biting him. That was a major turn on and Thane had already figured that out about him. Damn.

“That is…is….cheating and besides, I never said we couldn’t…”

“So what’s the problem Hooper?” Thane asked him softly.

“You should have told me you were with someone. Just been honest you know. I get it, it’s lunar week and we’re just fucking around. I’m used to it okay, just…” Hooper sighed heavily. He wasn’t saying what he really wanted to say to Thane who looked incredibly sexy in all black before him and he was annoyed and couldn’t think straight with that much sex appeal in is line of sight.

“That would be Phelan you saw.” Thane said softly interjecting. “He’s my brother.” The relief that filtered across Hooper’s face was instant. Thane felt the tension leave Hooper’s body instantly as he softened back further..

“Brother.” Hooper repeated. Thane nodded his head. “Younger or older?” He asked curiously.

“Younger.”

“Well that explains why he looks so,” Thane grabbed him by the shirt collar and pushed him back against the wall hard, without much effort on his behalf.

“Okay, okay.” Hooper muttered back at him. “Now who’s having a diva moment, huh?” Hooper smirked cheekily back at him. Hooper’s hands slipped under the end of Thane’s shirt and his fingers hooked in under his jeans waist, tickling the beginning trail of hair he found. “Can we still go slumming? Can I do you here?”

Thane moaned deep in his throat, thoroughly enjoying the light feel of Hooper’s fingers under his waist band. Glad that the lycan was touching him again. He’d found the afternoon difficult to get through without walking over to Hooper’s apartment and fondling him.

The sound of voices approaching filtered through his lust addled brain and Thane straightened up and pulled back. Hooper dropped his hands away but remained against the wall. A male and female couple started up the stairs, deep in conversation with one another. Barely aware of the two wolves before them.

Thane peeled himself off Hooper and turned, starting off down the stairs.

I can’t hardly wait for you to suck my cock. He said telepathically, automatically thinking of Hooper as he glanced back over his shoulder to see if he was following. He found Hooper grinning widely back at him and hot footing it down the stairs fast behind him.

Hooper reached for Thane’s hand as they re-entered the lower level street and started off home again. Thane’s hand closed in around his tightly.

“Why are you grinning like a manic?” Thane asked suspiciously.

Hooper tilted his head to the side. “Seriously, you want me to say it out loud?” He said indicating the people on the street around them. It was night time in the Bronx, and there was business to be done as people made their way around the streets to corners, and stoops and cars.

Thane’s eyes widened. “You heard that little uh, message for you?”

Hooper nodded his head quickly. “Yep.”

“Well isn’t that interesting.” Thane muttered as they picked up their pace as they strode back along the street. Hooper chuckled back at him and Thane burst into laughter too. It had been a long time since he’d laughed so freely and felt so damn good.

The sound of a cell phone ringing, broke through their laughter and Thane groaned with annoyance and pulled out his cell. Swiping the screen, he put it up to his ear.

“Hey,” He looked away from Hooper, who took the lead in walking them home as Thane talked on the phone. “Um yeah, something unexpected happened and I’m kind of further out than I thought I was. No still in the Bronx, somewhere. Might be a fair bit late getting back.”

“Who’s that? Is it Phelan?” Hooper asked happily, overly loud at him as they kept walking steadily. “Tell him you’re going to be very late, I plan I breaking your curfew tonight.” Hooper yelled across at the phone.

Thane looked back over at Hooper and rolled his eyes as he listened to the phone. “And by break his curfew I mean suck his brains out through his balls!” Hooper yelled loudly laughing leaning into Thane’s ear. Ignoring the people on the street. Thane shook his head, back at Hooper.

“Thanks for understanding Bg, I’ll see you tomorrow though okay? Okay. Thanks again.” Thane commented softly before disconnecting the call and glaring back at Hooper with a false threat of trouble.

“So?”

“So, you just screamed down the phone to my baby sister that you were going to suck me off till my brains came out through my balls.” Thane replied casually, watching Hooper’s face fill with panic.

“Oh shit. Really? How old is she? Will she know what I meant?”

Thane grinned and laughed back at him. “She’s old enough to know better.”

“Oh, phew.” Hooper said breathing out heavily.

“But I can expect to not live that down the next time I see her, which is tomorrow. So thanks brat.” Thane said smirking. “Being double teamed by the twins, turns out to be like being ambushed by you.” Thane said laughing lightly and shaking his head. “Relentless.”

“You’re welcome.” Hooper said back at him, pulling himself in closer to Thane as they walked together. “Twins?” He asked.

“My sister and Pehlan, are twins.” Thane offered up.

“Any other siblings?” Hooper asked curiously.

“No.” Thane replied back at him as they fell into stride together. “My turn on the personal front.” Thane said looking over at Hooper. “Ready?”

“Okay, go for it.” Hooper said bracing himself mentally for what Thane might ask of him. He wanted to be able to talk to Thane, to answer his questions. It just depended on what he was going to ask. Hooper’s heart raced.

“What’s you’re real name, it can’t be Hooper, right?”

Hooper smiled back at him broadly and dropped his shoulders visibly. “Can’t it? What, you don’t like it?”

“I like it fine, I just figured it wasn’t you’re actual name. And it might be nice to know you’re real name so I know what to call out when I fill your brat mouth with my come.” He watched the excitement of what he was stating fill Hooper’s eyes.

“Hooper’s a nickname. I used to play basketball a lot back home.”

Thane nodded his head. “I figured you were a baller, given the Knicks top.

Thane glanced across at him. “So you’re real name,”

“My real name is Elisandro Parish.” Hooper said accenting his first name with a tilt.

Thane jerked on Hooper’s hand and pulled him to a stop. Looking directly at him as they stood in the street. “Elisandro, really?”

“Yes. My mother’s half, Puerto Rican.” Hooper looked over at Thane somewhat shyly. “I know, don’t look Puerto Rican do I? Well she named me.”

“Elisandro, that’s hot.” Thane smiled back at him, putting a hand to the side of Hooper’s face and holding his gaze. Hooper smiled back at him and then away as a woman walked past them, looking at them disgustedly.

“And you’re father?”

“Not Puerto Rican and didn’t want to know me once I came out. He couldn’t deal with it. Especially since I look more like him, than her.”

“Oh.” Thane dropped his hand.

“Yeah it got so, that in the end mom had to choose her husband or her kids, she choose us, her boys.” Hooper replied softly with a sad smile that never reached his eyes. “And then I went and got myself damn bit and here I am now.”

“So you don’t see your mom at all?” Thane asked shocked by what he was hearing.

“No. How can I?”

“What I wouldn’t give to be able to see my mom again.” Thane muttered softly in response. Hooper looked over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Phelan and I grew up like some sort of single parent with child family. Only I was the parent. Come on, let’s get somewhere more private so you can come good on your taunting.” Thane said, as they began walking back to the apartment with purpose, happy to drop the conversation before it became too deeply personal.

Their mouths clashed, eager and hungry to devour one another as Hooper pushed Thane back. Hooper’s hands worked fast at unbuttoning Thane’s shirt as Thane’s hands ran through the lycan’s hair repeatedly.

“So it’s not dinner and a date then?” Thane muttered as Hooper’s tongue licked the soft underside of Thane’s jaw. Causing Thane to groan in appreciation.

“You hungry?” Hooper muttered nipping Thane’s throat, as he pushed the shirt off the older male’s shoulders.

“Yeah, but not just for food.”

Hooper paused and looked back up at Thane. “So fuck first, food later?” He asked hopefully. Thane looked down at Hooper’s glisteningly wet mouth and ran a thumb across his bottom lip. He knew he could make that lip wetter.

“Remember the part where I told you I like to take it slow?” He muttered back at Hooper softly. Hooper whined up at him. Like a puppy. Thane watched his thumb, glide along the lip, right up until Hooper sucked the thumb into his delicious, mouth. Thane watched the way he sucked, the way his lips gripped the thumb and his jaw moved as though Hooper were doing much more than sucking Thane’s thumb. Thane felt a familiar stiffening in his jeans.

Thane was mesmerized by the erotic sight of Hooper sucking his thumb, he couldn’t stop watching the young male, who’s eyes were locked onto his face. He almost whined when Hooper stopped sucking and released his thumb.

“Imagine what I could do with your cock in my mouth.” Hooper whispered.

Thane had no problem imagining what Hooper could do. How talented he would be at giving head. “Never said you couldn’t have my cock.” Thane husked back at him, grabbing him suddenly and spinning him around, throwing Hooper down a top the King size bed.

Hooper landed backwards, bouncing on it and looking up at Thane who shook off his shirt entirely. Revealing his bare chest and the magnificent tattoo design that Hooper couldn’t help but stare at.

Thane began to undo his jeans and Hooper’s eye line shifted to the movement of Thane’s hands as he pushed his jeans down and pulled his once again, hard and erect cock out. Hooper scrambled around to get on his hands and knees and crawl back over to Thane.

Thane produced a condom pack and held it out to Hooper. “Put this on me and service me, with that bratty mouth.” Thane said holding his cock in hand.

Hooper took the condom off him and opened the condom pack and pulled out the condom, getting it the right way around, he looked up at Thane who was watching him.

His eyes filled with dark heat and desire. His body tense with a need for release. Hooper grinned, opened his mouth, and put the condom between his teeth. Thane’s watched, as Hooper lowered himself till he was on his forearms, and right in front of Thane’s bulging cock head.

Thane stilled to the point of almost not breathing. Then Hooper slid forward on the bed and delicately placed the tip of the condom, on the head of his cock. Thane looked down, riveted as Hooper began to work the edges of the condom, down his cock length, with his mouth. Swallowing Thane’s cock in the process.

Hooper looked up at him, when reached the base of his cock, where his hand was still holding himself. Thane panted with need. He wanted to fuck the smile off Hooper’s beautiful face. Hooper stilled, waiting for Thane’s instruction it seemed.

“Service me or so fucking help me I will fuck your mouth, hard.” Thane panted, thoroughly excited. Hooper blinked but kept still, as if testing Thane and his patience or to see if he’d come good on his promise. “You want that, brat?” Thane panted, his free hand reaching for Hooper’s head of hair. “You want me to fuck your mouth, is that it? Or are you gonna deep throat me, show me how skilled you are.” Hooper blinked again, and reached up to remove Thane’s hand.

Thane’s hands dropped off himself and he watched as Hooper moved slowly, and continuously down his length, taking his cock deeper into him. “Jesus, that’s hot.” Thane husked as Hooper then began to apply pressure with his mouth, all around him.

He groaned knowing he wouldn’t last long, because it felt far too good. Far too perfect. Hooper alternated pressure and began to move along Thane’s length. Thane fought to keep his eyes open, as he rocked with Hooper’s movement along him. He ground his teeth together, tightening his jaw as Hooper worked him fully down his length. Breathing hard as Hooper began to move, his head bobbing back and forth, as Thane kept sliding his hand up the back of his neck.

Thane Cavello hadn’t felt that good in a damn long time. Hadn’t been sucked so deep and hard in a forever. Hooper began to squirm, trying to reach a hand underneath himself, obviously trying to reach for his own cock, which Thane recognized would be trapped, not only in his jeans, but probably painfully, since Hooper was lying on his stomach.

“Stop.” Thane ground out and Hooper stopped, pulling his mouth back off Thane’s cock.

Hooper looked up at him, doe eyed. “Did I do something wrong?” Thane offered him a hand and Hooper came up to kneeling.

Thane bent down to kiss his mouth. “We need to get you out of those jeans.” Hooper began to strip quickly, happy to be compliant. Thane helped him and then kicked off his own shoes. Hopper slid off the bed and dropped to the ground softly. Taking Thane’s socks off and helping him get rid of his jeans completely. To reveal his already erect cock.

“Now, where were we?” Hooper smiled kneeling before Thane and licking the head of his cock again. Thane moaned, putting his hands behind his back as he watched Hooper resume the torturous pleasure of sucking the head of his cock, just the head of his cock off. Hooper sucked and fondled himself as he began to take Thane once again deeper into his mouth, moving rhythmically along him.

It wasn’t until Hooper started moaning, sending vibrations along Thane’s cock that Thane knew he was in trouble of not being able to hold out. His hips thrust forward quickly and Hooper slurped, taking him with the movement. Smiling around him. Hooper continued to hum.

“That’s cheating.” Thane groaned right before Hooper’s hand circled around to feel his balls.

Thane’s eyes closed and he felt his hands loosen at this back. He wanted to touch Hooper, badly. Opening his eyes again, Thane saw Hooper’s head bobbing back and forth. The urge to grab the back of his hair and just thrust repeatedly into the lycan before him was coming on strong.

Hooper’s hand moved from Thane’s balls, sliding up his smooth skin, upwards, to his chest, stroking it repeatedly as he continued to build the pleasure in Thane. Thane shifted slightly on his feet. The night was calling to a part of them both and it only fuelled their desire for the moment. Then Hooper did the unexpected and pulled his mouth back off Thane completely. Thane growled at him in displeasure.

“Fuck my mouth.” He said looking up at Thane and dropping his mouth open in supplication.

Thane didn’t hesitate, or think twice about the request. He stepped forward and filled Hooper’s mouth again with his cock. Grabbing the back of Hooper’s head, began to thrust back and forth. He had to be careful, the werewolf in him stirred with the fast motion of his cock fucking Hooper’s glorious mouth.

Hooper slept every night with the curtains drawn back, so he could feel the moon float over him. The moon’s settled its reach amongst the fiber of his muscles and he felt the stirring of a restlessness underneath his skin. The animal in him wanted to feel the world outside of him. This night was strumming along his skin as the moonlight of the night, streamed into the bedroom.

He needed Thane to be fast and rough with him. He need the ferocity of his animal need, met, otherwise he’d have to shape shift. Hooper knew his lunar week needs now, all too well. Having had years to figure out what worked and didn’t for his lycanthropy. And when it came to lunar week, sex was one thing, but not the only thing. He needed the right wolf male, to push his urges down, or placate his wolf. Rarely did he find the right mix of wolf.

But Thane was right, in so many ways. Unexpected and perfect for him. If Hooper could just get the older male to finally fuck him senseless. Hooper grabbed Thane’s naked hips to brace himself, his own cock, hard, and unattended. Whacking back and forth with each thrusting movement. Thane growled as he thrust faster, loving the feel of Hooper engulfing him. He began to moan loudly unable to help himself as rode the pleasure crescendo building inside him.

“Elisandro!” Thane called out as his orgasm swept him up and he came, pumping Hooper’s mouth, till he stopped shooting.

Hooper smiled around him, loving the pounding his mouth was taking as his own cock spurted its release on the floor a few seconds later and Hooper found himself moaning and groaning and making all manner of noises.

Thane bent forward, half collapsing as his orgasm died down to a dull throb in Hooper’s mouth.

“My god.” He panted breathlessly stroking Hooper’s hair as he slowly pulled out, only to find Hooper’s hand clamping around his cock and stopping him. Thane jerked as his orgasm drained him of its last drop and Hooper released his hand.

Thane blinked himself back into reality and looked down at Hooper who looked happy with himself

whilst Thane felt rather devastated by the beauty of him and what he’d just done. Hooper looked so damn willing, to satisfy him. “Stay there, I’ll clean up.” Hooper nodded his head in compliance.

The moonlight filled the bed and proved to be great lighting for outlining the beauty of the medium built, male laying naked with Thane. Thane’s hands kept stroking up and down Hooper who lay in his arms. The werewolf in him was content to smell the scent of the wolf laying in his arms. Hooper felt good, languid against him.

There was a chemistry between them that was utterly unexpected on Thane’s behalf and he knew he was becoming far too focused on it. Yet he didn’t feel like he could stop.

“Do you need to shape shift tonight, love?” Thane asked.

Hooper shrugged his shoulders loosely. “I usually do, but then I usually feel quite wound up and restless, like I need to go stalk some prey or something. I don’t normally have an alpha werewolf to play with.”

Thane felt a selfish, base level, of pride at Hooper’s words. He kissed Hooper’s forehead and nose. “Do you feel like that now?”

Hooper looked over at him and grinned. “No, not now. But then I just came all over the floor without touching myself. That was…..an experience. Not jacking myself off and still feeling like I reached maximum density.” He chuckled turning around and working his legs over Thane’s hips and wide spread legs. Till he was straddling the alpha werewolf in his bed.

“So how does the wolf in you feel now?” Thane asked his eyes darting over Hooper’s face as if looking for signs of an oncoming shape shift.

“Placid and playful.” Hopper muttered diving at Thane’s nipple. “And hungry.”

Thane growled as Hooper nipped at it with his teeth and then began to lick the hard bud. “Oh yeah, round two then we’ll get some food. We’ll need it.” The tip of Hooper’s tongue began to follow the lines and curves of Thane’s tattoo over his pec. Eliciting all manner of noises of enjoyment from the older male.

“So what about you during lunar week?” Hooper asked pausing, “How many times do you have to shape shift?” He asked before resuming his tongue outlining of Thane’s chest.

“Most of the time I’m good. Only really need to on full moon night.” Hooper mouthed his way along Thane’s pec till he reached his neck. Thane tilted his head back allowing Hooper more access to him.

“So the other night,” Hooper said running his nose along Thane’s throat, up under his jaw. “Was just for me?” He whispered in Thane’s ear.

Thane’s hand circled Hooper’s waist and pulled him into his body, tightly. “Just for you.”

Hooper smiled broadly at his words. “So when are you going to do my ass, again?”

“Hooper,” Thane looked away from him briefly.

“Now I’m Hooper? Before I was love, and before that I was Elisandro.”

Thane looked into his lovers eyes. “What would you prefer I call you?”

Hooper shrugged his shoulders. “I’m partial to a few names. Elis, even Elie. Just depends on how they’re used. The way you said Hooper than, it was like the your in trouble young man tone of parenting voice.”

“You are in trouble lycan, you’ve got a horny werewolf in your bed, what part of that doesn’t seem like trouble to you?” Thane answered him back.

Hooper responded by looking down and lining up his balls with Thane’s and rocking back and forth on his lap. “This part.”

Thane’s eyes darkened and Hooper knew he had him. “Elie, you keep pushing for a fucking.”

Hooper grinned and panted, rocking back and forth atop of Thane’s naked body. “Yes?”

“Hope you’re ready for me then. Condoms, lube, ass puckered.”

“Getting there.” Hooper smiled as his fingers intertwined with Thane’s which rested on his hips. “I mean, I’ve been using my plug.” He watched as Thane’s face changed entirely to the memory of butt fucking him with the anal plug and he moaned. A joyous look came over him. “But after playing with you already, I can tell I could do with extra stretching, wanna help?”

Thane’s nostrils flared and he took in the smell of their sex already in the air and the salty tang of pre-come leaking from them both. The idea of fingering Hooper’s ass, had more than a lot of appeal to him. He’d been dancing around touching it so far.

“Yes.”

Hooper’s smile widened. “My ass is yours.”

Thane’s hips twitched and he willed himself to remain in control, despite Hooper’s endearing words of utter submission.

“Food.” Thane replied, realizing he was fast loosing his battle of wills with Hooper. The boy was testing his patience and breaking down his resistance and resolve to hold out longer.

“After I service you.” Hooper replied, “That was the original agreement.”

“Elie?”

“Yes,” Hooper replied, liking the way Thane was trying out his new nickname.

“I reserve the right, to amend the agreement at any time.” Hooper’s eyes lit up.

Hopper lay atop of Thane’s chest, kissing him, while Thane’s hands wandered down and between his ass cheeks. Thane ran his finger softly around Hooper’s hole, round and round, as if to tease him, and let him know exactly what he wanted to do.

Hooper growled at him impatiently, nipping at Thane’s jaw. “Please. “Thane pressed against the hole and Hooper stilled. “Please, please, please.” He begged.

“Lube.” Thane uttered as Hooper twisted across him to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of the lube out of the top drawer and uncapped it squirting it on two of Thane’s fingers.

“Now you.” Thane instructed as Hooper poured it onto a finger and discarding the bottle quickly, ran the finger between his ass cheeks, just before Thane’s fingers began to smear the liquid on the sensitive muscle.

Hooper kissed his way up to Thane’s mouth and was devoured by the older male who plunged his tongue and fingers into Hooper at the same time, catching him so off guard he was barely aware of the penetration as Thane pushed in.

“Please.”

“Please, what love? I’m in you.” Thane muttered kissing Hooper again as he touched his own cock with his free hand. Running his hand up it as it bulged.

Hooper groaned, he wanted the friction of a fuck and he was sure Thane knew that was what he wanted. Hooper reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his own cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” He panted as he began stroking himself off, as Thane did the same to his own cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Thane grinned, his smile telling Hooper all he needed to know then and there as Thane’s two fingers began to slowly thrust in and back again. Hooper groaned.

“Yes,” He hissed, feeling his ass stretch with each movement of the two fingers. Thane’s thrusting of his fingers was at a leisurely pace, he saw no reason to rush, despite Hooper’s desperation for more of him.

“So good.” Hooper muttered beginning to rock himself back and forth on Thane’s fingers. “So good.” Hooper dropped his hand off his own cock to brace himself against Thane and move, pushing his ass back onto Thane’s two fingers. Loving the burn and stretch of his ass. “More.”

“Demanding aren’t you?” Thane muttered nipping at Hooper’s chin. Hooper stilled as Thane pressed a third finger against his tight muscle. “Give me the lube.” Thane husked, nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom dresser drawer.

“I don’t care, just want you in me, just do me already, I can take it.” Hooper panted back at the alpha male wolf under him.

Thane pulled his upper body up and held himself up, so he could be close to Hooper’s face, without use of his arms. It didn’t go unnoticed by Hooper who marvelled at the strength in the male before him, and the power hidden in his abs.

“I care. I’m not out to hurt you. Lube.”

“I can handle it.” Hooper assured him again.

“Lube now or I’ll take my fingers out of you. Do you want that Hooper?” Thane asked in that voice that resonated deep within Hooper Parish like an automatic sensor. How did he do that?

“No.” He replied in a small voice, reaching for the bottle. He handed it to Thane who reached around behind him and poured the liquid down his ass and began to smooth it around him.

Hooper held himself still, waiting for his reprimand, silently taking the lube bottle back off Thane and putting it away. “Come here,” Thane husked lowering himself back down as Hooper’s face followed his and they kissed again. Hooper was once again happy as long as Thane was touching him, his lips, his hand on his ass cheek, his fingers in his ass, pumping and scissoring him, and deliberately avoiding his gland.

“Jack us both, at the same time.” Thane muttered between kisses as Hooper remained still while Thane’s fingers pumped him. “And move.”

Their moans and heavy breathing filled the room as Thane continued to stretch Hooper’s ass in preparation of his cock. The thought of being inside it, made him rock hard to the point of painfulness.

But he knew from experience, that fucking another wolf on full moon night, was intense, there was nothing else quite like it. He wanted that with Hooper, he wanted to give him that feeling of nothing else in the world but them, in the moonlight of a moment that was custom built for just them, together as wolves.

“Close, so close.” Hooper panted between kisses as he kept jacking them both off.

Thane knew exactly what Hooper needed and he brushed his fingers over the other males gland the same time he sunk his teeth into Hooper’s shoulder, deep enough to leave a semi-permanent reminder of their time together. At least for the rest of lunar week.

Hooper cried out coming in spurts as Thane jammed his three fingers into him suddenly as he followed his lover over the edge again.

“Going to have to work on that.” Hooper panted collapsing down on Thane as the older males arms came up around him. Thane brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead as they lay, messy and sweaty together. “So as not to disappoint my werewolf.”

“Not disappointed. Shower.” Thane panted. “We need a shower and more food. ”

Hooper made no attempt to move to the bathroom. “Will you stay the night with me?” He asked softly. “I know we only said dinner and a date and there’s nothing going on here beyond this, I just,” Hooper trailed off sighing. Thane felt Hooper nestle in to his neck. “I promise to not pressure you to fuck. Please, it just feels so good being like this, with you.”

Thane ran his hand up Hooper’s back and over the curves of his ass. “I’ll stay.”

Thane awoke to a looming, dark presence looking down on him. “Shit.” He mumbled blinking his eyes open and tightening his arm around Hopper who lay curled into his side.

The young lycan didn’t stir an inch. Which didn’t surprise Thane all that much given how worn out he had to be from their night together. They hadn’t’ be able to keep their hands off one another. Finding the resolve not to fuck Hooper’s brains out had been an utter test of nothing but his will power.

Hooper had been true to his promise and never once mentioned needing Thane to fuck him or asked for his cock in his ass. They’d played with each other all night, it had been delightfully exhausting.

The presence didn’t move and Thane blinked again, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. The male beside the bed, had the shoulders of a line backer and a solemnly serious look on his face. His black leather jacket on served to emphasize his size.

“You’re a big fella, aren’t you?” Thane muttered looking the other guy over.

“Wake him up.” The line backer replied.

Thane shook Hooper’s shoulders, the whole time watching the big guy standing beside the bed. Had he broken into Hooper’s apartment? Thane shook his partner again. “Elie, wake up.” He shook Hooper a few more times as he received a mumbling back into his chest. “We’ve got a visitor.”

Hooper slowly opened his eyes and looked over at the imposing figure beside his bed.

“Hey Book,” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“You know this guy?” Thane asked Hooper.

“I’m his brother.” Booker said back at Thane before looking at Hooper.

Thane frowned “Brother.” He relaxed his hold on Hooper instantly. Brown eyes drifted to the bedside table, where an opened box of condoms spewed out an assortment of square packages, a dildo, a butt plug and a bottle of lube could all be seen on display.

Thane realized why Hooper’s brother wasn’t smiling down on them. But then again, he didn’t really care about that, given that they were in a gay man’s bedroom and he had the sexy and happy lycan Hooper in his arms.

“So, this is how I meet baby?”

Hooper grinned sheepishly back at him. “Well if you’d knocked instead of barging in here at all hours of the morning.” Hooper tugged at the sheet, thankfully covering both Thane and him from the waist down.

“I have a key, Elie.” Booker replied using Thane’s nickname for him.

“Baby?” Thane muttered curiously, looking back at Hooper.

“I uh, might’ve referred you as that once.” Hooper mumbled apologetically. “Lo siento.”

“Thane not good enough to use?” Thane chided him.

“Thane?” Booker repeated causing Thane to look back at him sharply.

“Yeah. Thane, that’s my name.”

“Do you have another brother, younger and a sister?” Booker asked curiously. Thane remained silent and frowned in thought at Booker. “Canadian right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re Bg’s long lost brother. That Thane.” Booker said directly as Hooper watched the talk between the two wolves.

“That’s right. I’m in New York to catch up with her. Helping my brother Phelan settle in to his apartment.” Thane said scratching the back of his head.

“Who’s Bg?” Hooper asked them both.

“How’d you know my sister or of my connection to her?” Thane asked seriously.

It was hard to not be suspicious first about others, particularly wolves, who knew about him and his family. Rather than open to interaction. He’d learnt some hard lessons that had shaped him and being suspicious meant he could protect those around him.

“She told me." Thane’s line of sight on booker intensified and his breathing slowed. He didn’t know his little sister well enough yet to know whether that was true or not, but it didn’t seem like the lycan was lying but he could be fooled on occasion.

“You’re a lycan right?”

“Who’s Bg?”

“Yes.” Booker replied ignoring his brother and holding Thane’s introspective gaze.

The man was naked, in bed, barely covered by a sheet, in a vulnerable position to Booker’s imposing figure standing over him. He should have been intimidated by Booker. His size along generally made people take notice of him, whether he wanted them too or not. Lycanthropy had made him look far more menacing than he was. But that often came in handy.

Thane however, didn’t look vulnerable in the slightest. He looked like he was ready to fight, all at the mention of Bg’s name. “You work with her?” Thane asked, becoming the interrogator.

“I’m a Breukelen pack wolf and yes I work along side her when required.” Booker replied, adding

“We’re friends, good friends” as an after thought. He watched Thane’s jaw tighten.

“She’s taken you know.” The tension in the room was mounting and Hooper had no idea why or what was really, silently going on. Perhaps it was two alpha wolves in close confines together.

Booker nodded his head affirmatively. “Yeah, the leader of the Manhattan Maen pack. Whom I am also friends with.”

“Right.” Thane muttered.

“Who’s Bg?” Hooper asked again looking from one male to the other.