"Rak, be on your best behavior! I don't want the Bashras to think we're unkempt." Rakshasa's mother looked him over, fussing with his hair, "Is that a smudge on your face? Oh Rakshasa!" She licked her finger and began scrubbing at his face.
"Dear, I'm sure he can wipe his own face."
She ignored her husband. "Now Rakshasa, the Bashras are very conservative, so you need to be as respectful as possible."
"Yes, Mother."
Mrs. Kelkar was a plump woman with long wavy dark hair. She was overbearing and constantly nagging Rakshasa, but she was his mother and he loved her.
"You represent your family when you meet this young man, son," His father said. "While I'm not quite sure how this," he paused, the word difficult on his tongue, "marriage, will work with two men, I expect to see you treated with the same respect as any bride."
"I'm not a woman, Dad," Rakshasa said. "I just like men. It doesn't mean you have to protect my virtue."
His father shook his head. "Rakshasa, you don't—" Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.
"That must be them." Mrs. Kelkar walked over to the door. "Get in you places." She ushered them into a row, his oldest brother next to his father, and Rakshasa last. The butler opened the door to a tall snobbish woman and an overweight man with a mustache.
Rakshasa's mouth went agape when he saw the man standing behind the Bashras. Rahul was tall and muscular and when he looked into Rakshasa's eyes there was a sudden feeling of chemistry. Mrs. Kelkar introduced the guests to the family, and when she got to Rakshasa, Rahul bowed low. "A pleasure," he said in a rumbling deep voice.
Rakshasa smiled. "The pleasure is mine."
Mrs. Bashra looked around the foyer. "Is there a place to sit?"
"Of course, please follow us this way." Mrs. Kelkar ushered them to the parlor, shooing her other children away.
They sat down, the butler bringing out a tray of tea and hors d'oeuvres. "Mr. Kelkar, how is your business going?" The mustached Mr. Bashra asked.
"Ah, it's going very well," Mr. Kelkar said, beginning to chat happily with him.
Mrs. Bashra was much less easy to please, and although Rakshasa's mother kept her smile in place, her facade seemed to be slipping. "Rakshasa, why don't you show Rahul the garden?"
Rakshasa nodded, and led him out of the room. "Rakshasa," said Rahul, "your name is beautiful."
Rakshasa felt his cheeks flush, but he pretended not to hear the compliment. "Well, as you can see this is the garden, we try to keep it as lush as we can."
Rahul asked, "Mother said you worked at the hospital?"
"Yeah, I'm a general practitioner. My two brothers are in Neurosurgery and Cardiovascular."
"Oh, well that figures," Rahul said with a huff.
"What?"
"My mother told me you were a nurse." Rahul chuckled, Rakshasa smiling as well. It seemed that his status as a 'bride' also meant the Bashra's thought of him in more feminine roles as well. He wondered what other gender roles he would be expected to take on.
"What do you do?" Rakshasa asked.
"Nothing, really." Rahul pulled at a banana leaf. "I mean officially I'm the VP of an international IT support center, but my dad is of the philosophy that he's the only one who can get things done. Makes my job easy, but I get bored. I went to school for six years to learn this trade, but somehow that still doesn't qualify me to take over just one of his offices."
"Wow, sounds like a lot of bureaucracy."
"It has its good moments, though." Rahul stared in surprise as Jasmine came up. "Your family has a tiger?"
"Three, but this one is mine." She purred as Rakshasa scratched her cheek. "When my older brother got his fiancée pregnant, before they were officially married, his tiger got passed down to my sister, which meant I got to get Jasmine as a kitten." Sharad had almost gotten disowned by the family when he shamed them with his slip up. It was tradition for the family of a noble line of weretigers to keep tigers. They lived in a community that would not normally allow wild animals to live on the property, but they had chosen a house that was surrounded by other weretigers to lessen complaints.
Jasmine moved towards Rahul, curious about the new stranger, but he pushed her away with his foot, a look of disgust on his face. "Well, it must be a fun hobby."
The memory of Colin's reaction to Jasmine crossed Rakshasa's mind, how huge his smile had gotten when she had loved on him, even with his shoulder in pain. Colin had loved Jasmine right away, finding her exotic and impressive.
Rakshasa looked away from Rahul and Jasmine. Colin was just a stray dog he'd wanted to have a bit of fun with. He found him charming, and thinking of him, Rakshasa almost missed the puppy.
"Your brothers are married, right?"
"Yes. My sister doesn't want anything to do with arranged marriages, though. She believes in choosing her own husband." Rakshasa laughed self-consciously.
"You don't think you have a choice?"
"Oh, no! I didn't mean—" Rakshasa looked away.
Rahul laughed, putting an arm around Rakshasa. "I'm just pulling your leg."
"Master Rak, dinner is being served in the dining hall," the butler said from behind them. Rahul kept his arm around Rakshasa's shoulders until they walked into the dining room, where he pulled out the other man's chair before sitting down beside him.
The lobby to the Grand Hotel was fancy; a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the luxurious furniture. Kyle stood near the fountain, gazing down at the copper and silver coins that were scattered in the bottom of the pool.
"Kyle?" Logan called out as Vanessa lead him forward.
"Logan, wow, you look amazing." The man was dressed in a thousand dollar suit, his hair slicked back and his side burns neatly trimmed. Even Vanessa looked as if she'd been recently groomed. "You went through such a fuss for me?"
Logan came closer, his hand reaching out to touch Kyle's chest. "The restaurant requires formal wear, it has nothing to do with impressing you."
Kyle moved closer, his fingers playing over the silk of Logan's tie. "You say the most flattering things."
Logan pushed Kyle away, taking a grip of Vanessa's harness. "I made us a reservation, it's this way."
Kyle could smell the aroma of food wafting out of the restaurant. "Two for Logan," Logan said to the hostess.
The woman looked up at him, then to the dog beside him. "No dogs allowed, sir."
Kyle looked at her, shocked. "Excuse me?"
Another waiter hurried over. "Oh, sorry, sir. Betty, could you go seat the party of four over in section two?" Betty glared at her fellow employee, but took the hint. She turned to the waiting party. "If you'll follow me."
Meanwhile, the other waiter led them to a table that was seated away from the main dining room and thus seemed more private compared to the rest of the restaurant. Once seated, Logan asked for a bottle of Chateau Laville. The waiter quickly returned and poured each of them a glass. Kyle swirled the alcohol in the glass, taking a tentative sip. "It's pretty good."
"I would hope so." Logan drank. Kyle watched, intrigued, as he moved his menu aside.
"Do you know what you want?" Kyle asked tentatively.
"I've been here, before; I know what's on the menu," Logan said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Help me out, what's good here?"
Logan chuckled. "I would go for the Wellington."
Kyle put the menu down. "Sounds good to me." He looked out the window; the view of the street looked beautiful. The setting sun gave the city an orange glow. "Wow, it's a beautiful view."
Kyle looked over at Logan. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It doesn't really bother me anymore."
Kyle opened his mouth, but before he could say anything the waiter had returned to take their order. Kyle sucked down more of the wine, nervously tapping his foot.
"Ask me," Logan said. "I know you want to."
"Are you sure it's all right?" Logan grinned, and Kyle continued, "How did you go blind? Were you born that way?"
"Nope. I went blind when I was twenty-three. As for how, I'll leave that for later."
Kyle smirked. "Is it a deep secret?"
"It's just hard to explain, and I'm not sure I want to really want to tell you."
"So you're not just tall, dark and handsome, you're also mysterious." Kyle's foot traveled up Logan's leg. "You really know how to intrigue me."
Logan coughed, leaning forward. "You are not much of a gentleman."
Kyle's foot traveled higher, caressing the large calf. "Oh, I can get very naughty."
Logan moved his leg away. "Kyle, I wanted to ask you, do you shift with a pack?"
"You mean during the full moons?" Kyle laughed. "This is the big city, the best we have is the Double Wide. That's usually where we can find others like us. The only true pack is the Cherokee Nation, but they don't let anyone that isn't tribe into their pack. They're territorial too, won't let you shift on their land. They are more of a gang than anything else; the closest I've ever been to them was playing at the casino. I'm not part of any pack."
"Surely you must have some place you can be yourself, you don't just stay home, do you?" Logan's eyebrow rose.
Kyle smiled shyly. "There is one place, it's a good forty minute cab ride, but it's worth it. It's a secluded and quiet stretch of woods. I've never met another Lycan out there."
"Have you ever taken any of your dates out there?"
Kyle rubbed his hair. "No. My friend Rakshasa and I found it; we've kinda designated it as a place just for us."
Logan's smile fell and Kyle hastened to add, "If you would like to go, I'll ask Rakshasa if it's all right."
"You two usually shift together?"
"Not always, it's just nice not being alone, you know?" Kyle's hand snaked over the table to touch Logan's. "Do you get lonely?"
"It can be hard, but I'm not lonely." Logan smirked.
The waiter walked up to them and set their food down on the table and left after making sure they didn't need anything else. Kyle's mouth salivated at the food. "Wow, it smells good."
They ate in silence for a few minutes, but to Kyle's surprise it didn't feel awkward. He would occasionally look up to watch Logan eat. "You know, for a blind man you seem very aware. Everything you do, you do with confidence."
"You think I would be spilling food all over myself?" Logan asked, casually wiping his mouth with his cloth napkin. He seemed slightly ticked at Kyle.
"No." Kyle chuckled. "Rather, I tend to be the one spilling things." He wondered if his clumsiness would act up on the date. "This meal is wonderful. I never treat myself to expensive things. It's nice."
"You mean it's nice to be worth more than just a fruity drink in a bar?" Logan took another bite. His tone was cold, his voice rumbling low and deep, but whenever he said something slightly cruel he always had a small smirk on his lips, a clue he was only teasing.
"Well, you also are over spending if you think this expensive bottle of wine is needed to get you in my pants." Kyle brushed his foot against Logan's leg again. "I've already taken a liking to you. I don't need you to take me out to fancy places just to impress me."
Logan grinned. "I've told you." He pushed Kyle's foot away again. "I'm not that easy."
They chuckled, and turned their attention to finishing their plates. Kyle leaned back. "Man, I'm full now."
The waiter came back holding the check in his hands and nervously looking at the two men. "Sir, shall I tell you your total?"
Logan took out his wallet, and gave the waiter his credit card. "That's all right. A date shouldn't know the total." The waiter took the card, bowed, and left.
Kyle blushed, and looked across the table at Logan in surprise. "You're really going to pay for all of it? Isn't this all a little too much?"
Logan's hand crept across the table to touch Kyle's. "You should have more confidence in yourself, Kyle. I think you're worth much more than you try to act."
Kyle gulped, his hand rubbing Logan's. "You better be careful Logan. I might end up falling for a guy like you."
The waiter came back with the card, Logan dropping two twenties on the table as tip. They walked to the elevator, and took it up to the penthouse floor. As the elevator lurched up, Kyle wrapped his arms around Logan's shoulders. He leaned in close and kissed his lips. Logan grinned underneath Kyle's mouth; his own tongue came out to greet Kyle's lips.
As soon as the doors opened, Logan pushed Kyle into the hall and against the wall. He took hold of Kyle's lips once more, his hand traveling down Kyle's chest. Kyle moaned under Logan's touch, his knees suddenly feeling weak. He'd never felt such intensity from a simple kiss; the way Logan's hand caressed his hair, the other moving down his chest, it was all getting to be too much.
Kyle gasped for breath, moving his neck to the side to allow Logan to begin kissing down the tan skin. His eyes fluttered open to see Vanessa glaring at them, her tail straight and her lips curled. Kyle's hands clenched in Logan's shirt as a shiver of ecstasy shot down him. Logan was nibbling on Kyle's ear. "You make this really difficult, Kyle."
Kyle lifted his leg, enjoying the closeness of the other man's body. "I am anything but difficult."
Logan panted, pushing against Kyle, taking his mouth again, his tongue entwining with Kyle's. Finally, Logan moved away from Kyle, taking out his hotel key and swiping it in the door. Vanessa walked through the door, but when Kyle tried to do the same, Logan stopped him.
"I told you you'd make this hard on me." Logan looked sadly at Kyle.
"Logan, you're not going to let me come in?"
"I told you, I'm not that easy." Despite his words, Logan's hand toyed with Kyle's tie.
"What if I promise not to do anything?" he tried again.
Logan grunted. "We both know you can't promise that." He kissed Kyle again. "Good night. I really enjoyed our time together, Kyle."
Kyle smiled. "I did too, Logan." He pulled away, watching Logan turn to shut the door. "Hey, Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to bring you to my hunting ground. I want to transform with you on the full moon. Is that all right?"
"Won't your friend be upset with you taking me there?"
"I don't care. I just want to see you." Kyle pushed a strand of fluffy hair away from Logan's face. "I'm really growing to like you."
Logan closed the door and Kyle could hear him lean against it with a heavy thud. He sniffed at the door's edge and could smell the desire that was wafting from the other side. With a smile Kyle pulled away from the door and walked away.
"Hot, rich, and funny?" Kyle laughed. "What's there not to like?"
"I do like him, I just don't know if I want to marry him." Rakshasa nursed his beer and pouted.
"What's there to think about?" Kyle laughed. "You mean the ginger?"
Rakshasa growled. "What about him."
"You're hung up about the ginger, aren't you? I think he's more trouble than he's worth."
Rakshasa turned. "You haven't met him, so you can't judge him. There's something about his innocence that is charming."
"You've always been against gingers and white boys; don't tell me you're really into this guy?"
Rakshasa looked away. "He's growing on me." Kyle only laughed again, making Rakshasa blush. "What about you and your blind stud? You seem to be fixated on him."
"Hmm? Yeah, he's dangerous. He's got muscle and his kisses are some of the best I've ever had."
"Dangerous?" Rakshasa raised his brow.
"He's a Hunter."
"A Hunter?" Rakshasa looked at Kyle with confusion.
"Sometimes I forget how sheltered you are." Kyle took a drink. "A Hunter. A shapeshifter that sells himself over to a vampire. They track and find people who have wronged the vampire."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Well, most of the people that they track down are other Lycans. Ones that are in the slave trade, who have no freedom of their own. It's not only runaway slaves, they can hunt down vampire slayers, or even other vampires and assassinate them. Hunters are basically mercenaries."
"So you're saying Logan is a thug?"
"No, he's not a thug. I did see him chase a guy out of the bar the other day, though. Scared me a little, but seeing his determination and focus was definitely a turn on more than anything else."
"Rahul is definitely a turn on. His body is to die for, but—" Rakshasa sighed. "I don't know Kyle, I'm not really turned on by Colin, but I can smell his desire for me, and well …" Rakshasa drifted off, a large smile spreading across his face.
Kyle scoffed. "So you're getting wet for a guy who's poking a boner for you?"
"Don't say that." Rakshasa looked disgusted.
"Have you even kissed him?"
Rakshasa rubbed his neck. "Well, no. What about you?"
"Yeah, but he's very against going any further." Kyle put his head in his hand. "Maybe he isn't interested. I don't know."
Rakshasa nodded to the bartender as he was handed another drink. "Oh, bad news. I can't come to the Howling grounds this moon."
"Oh, I wanted to ask you about that. I know we said we couldn't bring anyone to the Howling grounds, but would it be all right if I took Logan?"
Rakshasa smiled, looking curiously at Kyle. "Well, well. Seeing as this has been your only relationship to both last more than two days and not have you ending up on your back, I will allow it."
"Thanks." Kyle sipped his drink. "What are you doing that night anyway?"
"Tiger Ball."
Kyle laughed. "Really? Your parents are making you go to that again?"
"Yeah, apparently hosting it will make the Bashras like us better. Still, it might be a good place to learn more about Rahul." Rakshasa felt a vibration on his hip and pulled out his pager. "Well, duty calls. Looks like I'm needed back at the hospital. I'll see ya around, Kyle."
On the night of the full moon Rakshasa's parents were busy with getting the house ready for the guests. Rakshasa donned a traditional yellow and orange silk shirt and pulled his necklace over the collar. Being of high society, the Kelkars were expected to create an atmosphere that was both human and supernatural.
Rakshasa stood at the top of the large stair case, looking down at the party below. Rahul was partially transformed; he was a huge Bengal tiger standing on two legs. His long tail curled around his waist, and his long robes concealed most of his body. He bowed out of his conversation with another guest to approach Rakshasa. "You look beautiful tonight. I was told that you were a shaman like your name, but it is still remarkable to see one in person."
Rakshasa smiled, looking out over the room. He was the only one still human, and all eyes stared at him with jealousy and respect. He was a rare being, one not affected by the moon's pull. "You look very handsome, as well, Rahul."
Rahul took Rakshasa's hand. "May I have this dance?"
Rakshasa smiled, nodding as the shifted Rahul led him out onto the dance floor. They waltzed to the soft music of the string quartet, their feet perfectly stepping in time with the music. Unlike Lycanthropes, Ailuranthropes looked much more human, with slender fingers and much more human-like legs. Rahul's large orange feet poked out of his gi pants, and his robes flowed elegantly as he moved with Rakshasa across the dance floor. Rahul looked down at Rakshasa, a kind smile on his face. Leaning closer he kissed Rakshasa's lips, his muzzle just grazing Rakshasa's mouth.
Rahul's scent was alluring. Rakshasa could feel his groin respond to it more than anywhere else, but as Rahul tenderly kissed him, brushing his face close, Rakshasa found his mind wandering. He felt a primal lust for Rahul, one he hadn't felt in years, but still he pulled away, smiling at Rahul. The music stopped and allowed Rakshasa an escape. He looked over to the open doors where the gardens resided. "Would you excuse me a moment?"
Rahul looked over, and then back at Rakshasa. "I will be here when you return. Don't be long."
Rakshasa walked down the steps to the garden, finding the scent of the plants relaxing as he strolled through the paths. He found a quiet place near the fountain, and sat across from it on a stone bench. "Fuck!" Rakshasa sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
The sound of rustling leaves startled Rakshasa out of his momentary outburst. "Who's there?"
Two large golden eyes appeared under a large leaf, revealing the head of a wolf. Rakshasa stood, looking at the beast. The wolf approached him, its head hanging low, large bushy tail between its legs. The red wolf was smaller than most Lycan, and Rakshasa's nose sniffed the air quickly. "C—Colin?"
Colin looked up, cocking his head at Rakshasa and he could feel the wolf's thoughts entering his own head. I just wanted ... to catch a glimpse of what you looked like.
Rakshasa sighed and walked closer to the beast. His fingers traveled over Colin's head, touching his soft ears and scratching behind them. "You snuck in here just to see me? Thinking I would be transformed like you because of the full moon? How did you get in here?" Rakshasa looked over to wall. "Ah, you climbed over, huh?"
Colin whined softly, and Rakshasa grabbed his muzzle, making him look up. "This won't hurt, just relax." With his free hand Rakshasa grabbed his talisman, concentrating on Colin's face. Under his touch Colin's fur began to disappear until he stood—a naked man—in front of Rakshasa.
"How?" Colin asked, looking down at himself, then up at the full moon.
"Don't stare at the moon," Rakshasa said, sitting down on the marble bench once more. "My power over it won't last long."
"Why aren't you, well, like me?"
"I'm not affected by the moon, but I do have another form." Rakshasa opened up his shirt and allowed it to fall onto his shoulders. He again touched his talisman, his body shifting, revealing orange and black fur.
Colin stared as the weretiger sat in front of him, looking noble as though he were a Prince. In a gruff voice Rakshasa asked, "Does this appease your curiosity?"
Unable to control his excitement Colin reached out, touching the exposed furry chest, exploring the hard muscles, enjoying the feel of Rakshasa under his fingertips. Rakshasa let out a breath, and his fur receded back into his tanned brown skin. Colin looked deep into Rakshasa's eyes, his own filled with longing. Moving forward, he kissed Rakshasa.
It was sloppy, as Colin's tongue reached into Rakshasa's mouth, but it had something alluring. What surprised Rakshasa was although the kiss itself wasn't very erotic, there was a tingling feeling traveling all over his body. It was as if he could feel Colin in his bones, and he couldn't help but kiss back. Rakshasa's hand gripped Colin's red hair, taking control of the kiss, turning it into a passionate display of desire.
"I'm sure he hasn't gone far. Rakshasa?" His mother called from the door way of the ballroom.
Rakshasa's eyes widened and he let Colin go. He was looking a bit disappointed as Rakshasa shooed him away. Colin shifted back into a wolf and trotted away, taking one last look at Rakshasa.
Rakshasa walked towards his mother, running his fingers over his lips. "Yeah? Did you need me, Mother?"
She smiled, motioning Rakshasa over to Rahul, who took his hand. Bending down to one knee, while the ballroom circled around them, Rahul brought out a ring. Rakshasa's eyes went wide and he looked to his family, his father smiling slightly, his mother visibly ecstatic, and his siblings all grinning from ear to furry ear. He looked back at Rahul, who only smiled. "Rakshasa, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Rakshasa felt his heart jump into his stomach, a simultaneous feeling of dread and excitement overtaking him. "I—" He looked again to his parents, at his mother nodding happily. "Yes."
Their cab pulled to a stop, and the driver looked around at the vast emptiness of the woods. "You boys sure this is right? I can take you closer to town."
Kyle smiled and handed him forty bucks. "I'm sure we'll be all right. No need to worry, you have yourself a goodnight."
The cab driver nodded and turned his taxi around to drive back towards town. Logan smiled at Kyle, holding onto his shoulder as they walked along a path into the woods. "You could have brought Vanessa, if you wanted."
"She—" Logan moved closer as Kyle moved a branch out of their way. "She doesn't really like seeing me like this."
"Ah. That's understandable." They came to a clearing, one with ample view of the setting sun. Kyle began undressing, tossing his clothes carelessly to the side. Logan was much more careful with his own clothes, folding them and setting them on top of each other in an orderly pile. Kyle looked over at him; there wasn't an inch of Logan that wasn't cut. An image of melting ice on Logan's chest crossed Kyle's mind; the water trickling down the contours of his pectorals down to his fit abs. There was a tattoo above Logan's heart, the number nine.
"Kyle, please stop staring at me," Logan growled.
"You can tell, huh?" Kyle said licking his lips.
"Either that or you're turned on by something else around here." Logan scoffed. He walked closer to Kyle, his hand reaching out. "I need to tell you something."
Kyle leaned into the hand, letting the large hand caress his short blonde hair. "Yeah?"
"When I transform, I will be able to see," Logan said. "That's the easy thing to say, but also I'm not going to look like anything you've ever seen."
Kyle could see that the sky was beginning to darken. "Transform now, I'll try to hold out as long as I can. I want you to see me."
Logan smiled. "Just remember I warned you." Logan's bones shot back, cracking as they shifted under his skin. Fur erupted out of his chest, skin tearing lose as the wolf came to the surface. Logan's eyes were red as he stared at Kyle. His paws were huge and humanoid as he stretched his body. He wasn't a wolf, but he wasn't a Lycanthrope either.
Smelling Logan's transformation made Kyle want to shift as well; the moon urged him to do so, but he held onto his humanity as long as he could, watching as Logan came closer to him.
"You, you have piercings," Logan said, his eyes going up and down the younger man. "Everywhere."
"Well, you knew my tongue was pierced, but yeah, I went a little overboard when I was eighteen."
Logan reached out and touched Kyle's dick, which was getting hard under his clawed hand. "Did these hurt?"
"Yeah, but—" Kyle let out a breath feeling himself about to shift. "It's worth it. It's so much more—ahh—sensitive, oh."
Logan touched the barbells; there were three rows of them along the shaft of Kyle's dick. "Don't they bother you when you shift?"
Kyle's breath hitched. "On—oooohh. Only when I first got them, I've gotten—ah—used to them now." Kyle couldn't hold back any longer and he fell to the ground, his body arching as he transformed. His sandy blonde hair began to cover his whole body, his thin frame becoming smaller until a large coyote stood in front of Logan.
Kyle could smell Logan's arousal as he looked him over. He knew his ears were like little cones with earrings covering the stuff cartilage. His fur covered most of the other piercings, but they were still there. His tongue lolled slightly so that Logan could see the stud. You like what you see?
Logan's tail went up, his hair standing on end along his back. His legs were stiff as he approached Kyle, his dark red eyes, staring into Kyle's green ones. As Logan approached him, Kyle noticed the domineering presence and the way he was looming over him. Kyle rolled onto his back to show submission.
"Are you frightened?" Logan asked, moving closer to Kyle.
Kyle rolled on the ground, inching his way over to Logan until he was under his nose. You're not like anything I have ever seen before. Your scent, your demeanor ... are you an Alpha?
Logan smirked, and stood over Kyle, his huge arms on either side of Kyle's head. "An Alpha of one is an Alpha of nothing."
As Logan bent down to sniff him, Kyle reached up and licked Logan's chin, his tail wagging uncontrollably. Did you just make a Star Wars reference? Really?
Logan's clawed hand ruffled Kyle's chest, and scratched his belly. "Yeah, didn't you know? I'm a closet nerd."
Kyle lay still, allowing Logan to pet him. So, what are you? Are you some kind of crossbreed?
Logan shook his head, lying on his back next to Kyle. He took the opportunity to snuggle in closer to him. "I guess I would call myself a Warg. Fits well enough."
Why is it that you can only see when you transform? Shouldn't you be able to shift your eyes in your human form, too? Kyle asked.
Logan turned his head, his blood red eyes staring at Kyle. "It's near impossible for me to shift when there isn't a full moon. It hurts. It's like trying to coax a scarecrow through fire; the beast doesn't want to come out unless there is a full moon." He reached over and scratched Kyle behind the ear. "Besides, I can still make out shapes when I am human. I obviously can't make out details, but it's enough."
Kyle barked, here I was thinking all you saw was darkness.
Logan rolled his eyes. "It's not like I can truly see." He bent down and licked Kyle's muzzle. "You are far more beautiful than I expected."
Kyle looked away, feeling embarrassed. How can you say that? Look at me, I'm all fluffy.
Logan stood, shaking the grass from his fur. Kyle reached out and nipped Logan's hind leg playfully. Logan growled and moved it away. Kyle nipped the other one, jumping up and dashing away as Logan growled and turned towards Kyle.
Sprinting after Kyle, Logan gave chase, but while his large form was faster, he was not as agile. Finally though, tackling Kyle to the ground, Logan wrestled him onto his back. They panted and as Kyle took in the cool air, he could smell Logan's desire for him. Do you have a hard on?
With a growl Logan closed his eyes as if he were trying to will himself to calm down. Kyle twisted in his grip to try to catch a glimpse of Logan's lower regions, but Logan's strong hand kept his neck pinned. Kyle huffed, but brought up his back leg, his paw brushing against Logan's large hardened member. Yes, yes you do. Kyle licked the Alpha's neck. You know we could do it, right here.
Logan groaned moving his hips away from the prodding foot. "I told you. I want to take things slow."
But it would be so easy to just, Kyle's muzzle buried into Logan's hairy chest, slip it in.
"Kyle." Logan moved back. "You are so naughty."
Kyle whined, moving his hips up, lifting his tail. He could feel Logan's eyes scan over him, and take in the very nice view of Kyle's ass. His balls clung tight to his body, the pucker of his ass twitching slightly as he looked back at Logan. No, this is naughty.
Logan couldn't take his eyes off Kyle and blood filled his cock, making it bigger and harder to hide. He snarled, doubling over to push his hand on his dick, trying to calm himself. "Please, Kyle. Stop."
Kyle turned around and walked over towards a hill; he sniffed the night's air, and looked down on the not so distant city. The lights were bright, but even so the moon shown brighter. It called to Kyle, it told the beast inside him that there was more to life than the rehab center or the bar scene. As Logan approached he had another revelation. Kyle wanted to mate; not just have sex, as he had been doing; he wanted to have an actual mate. He wanted the Alpha, he wanted Logan.
Logan sat next to him, moving his feet out, stretching as he gazed at the city below. Logan lifted his head, a deep guttural noise starting from the pit of his stomach. The howl echoed across the winds. Kyle lifted his own head letting out a much softer bark of a howl. Then they sat in silence listening as more howls and barks came over the city of Dallas.
It's pretty, isn't it? Kyle asked.
Logan smirked, looking at Kyle. "Yes, ever so."
Kyle snickered. Logan yawned and curled into a ball away from him. Hey, Logan. You do like me, right?
"Yes."
I mean, you're physically attracted to men, right?
"Yes."
Kyle curled up so that their backs touched. Good.