Wolverines

When Ben got home around 4:30, he was surprised to find Amon loitering around the kitchen making spaghetti in nothing but a pair of Hunter’s bigger sweats. He kicked his shoes off and pushed his aviators on top of his head.

“Uh, hi Amon.” Ben greeted awkwardly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know why the Vampire was half naked and in new clothes. The kitchen smelled faintly like sex and he wondered if the Vampire had been snacking on his room mate again.

“Fuck off, Ben.” Amon said shortly as stirred the sauce around, not looking up from what he was doing.

“Uh huh.” Ben muttered. He wasn’t sure why the Vampire seemed hell bent on being an asshole to him. He hadn’t even done anything to “interfere” with him and Hunter… So far. Ben paused at that. Was that it? Could the Vampire read his thoughts?

Ben frowned and stared at Amon’s strong biceps and well-defined abs. They were washboard quality, really. Very nice. You sexy, stupid, I fucking hate you, you Vampire, you. Ben thought. He thought he was thinking hard. He focused, and stared, and focused. He really shouldn’t entertain such thoughts, he knew. He’d put those thoughts in a box a long time ago and dated a variety of girls he’d never really liked or wanted like a good boy.

But he supposed Amon was harmless, because despite the Vampire having a drool worthy body his personality was disgusting and Ben wouldn’t seriously consider him for even friendship if he was the last being on Earth.

All that bared brown skin though, hm. Ben found himself thinking that on anyone else Amon’s face would be ugly and unappealing. It was rough, sharp. His nose was like a great big ugly beak. But those dark eyes burned like coals and that mouth… mm. He was having a hard time not remembering what that strong body felt like on top of him.

“What the fuck’re you staring at, Chink?” Ben was (thankfully) knocked out of his reverie by Amon’s mocking tone.

“Your big ugly nose, you piece of shit.” Ben liked to think he had less of a potty mouth than Hunter, and he usually did, but Amon seemed to bring the cussing right out of him with minimal effort.

“At least it doesn’t look like a steam roller-“

“Would you two shut the fuck up? God.” Hunter’s tone wasn’t particularly malicious as he chose that moment to enter the scene. He walked into the kitchen and started refilling his mug with coffee, “Ben’s Korean, not a chink. And Amon, your nose is huge. You know that. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t have a problem, this limp dick-“ Amon grunted a bit when Hunter kicked him in the knee. Ben was shocked at how much force Hunter put into the blow, and thought it was a little harsh, even for Amon. But he couldn’t help but feel disappointed when the Vampire’s knee didn’t do anything exciting like pop or crunch.

“Ben? Care to shed any light?” Hunter was pissed off again. He’d been online applying for more call centre jobs all day, and the prospects were looking pretty grim. He’d been excited for Ben to get home, he didn’t want to watch them fight and Ben go hide in his room after.

“You know what, Hunter, I do have a problem.” To hell with Amon! Ben continued, “I have a problem with the fact that this guy jumped you, forced you into some creepy Vampire Bond thing, and is forcing his way into your life. I have the problem with the fact that he’s manipulative, and two faced.”

“Shut up, Ben –“ The Vampire warned.

“Don’t tell him shut up.” Hunter snapped.

Ben ignored the look of total malice on the Vampire’s face and carried on. “I have a problem with the fact that he’s a total asshole, that last night he threatened me, and choked me…”

“What!” Hunter stared at Ben, aghast. He’d kind of figured the first part was coming, hell. He felt the same way himself. But the last part. “You attacked him?!” He rounded angrily on Amon. “I let you into my fucking life, into my house and you attack my best fucking friend!”

“He said that if I tried to interfere with ‘you two’ he’d bite me, and Ghoul me, and skull fuck me…” Ben swallowed the bitter lump in his throat.

“You piece of shit!” Hunter snarled. Amon reached over, seemingly unconcerned and turned the temperature of the sauce down on to minimum.

He huffed and turned to his enraged Thrall. He supposed some truth would help diffuse the situation, this time. “I can’t help it. No – no, shut the fuck up, let me explain.” He interrupted when he saw Hunter open his mouth.

“Don’t tell me to shut the fuck up, you stupid fucker!” Hunter exploded. Amon let the human punch his chest ineffectually for a few moments before grabbing his wrists for the third time. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

Ben backed up a few steps as the fighting escalated. There were reasons Hunter had been almost expelled from high school and didn’t drink rye whiskey anymore.

Amon twisted to the side when Hunter’s knee flew up to nail him in the balls. “Okay, that’s enough.” He grunted. He spun Hunter around and pulled him against his chest, restraining the human’s arms against his body in a kind of bear hug.

“Get off me!” Hunter spat.

“You gonna calm the fuck down so I can talk?” Amon demanded. Hunter answered the question by swinging his head back to try and smack Amon’s face with the back of his head, “Guess not.” Amon muttered. “Okay. Come along now, my little homo love bunny…” He started hauling Hunter off to the bedroom.

“… Hey! What the fuck man, let him go!” Ben chased after them.

Amon shoved Hunter unceremoniously onto the bed and shoved Ben out when he tried to enter the room. “Bye bye, Ben.” Amon slammed the door in his face and locked it. He hoped Ben didn’t have a key.

“What the fuck, man!” Hunter was up and heading towards him again. Amon grabbed him and shoved him back onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and holding his wrists behind his back, “Get off me!” Hunter’s snarl was muffled by the blankets.

“Now Hunter,” Amon tried to sound calm and reasonable as he straddled Hunter to hold him down, “I know you’re going to think I’m totally full of shit at this point, so I’m just going to let Paige explain this.” He dug his hand into Hunter’s back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialled her number from heart while Hunter bucked and squirmed beneath him.

“What the fuck do you want?” Was Paige’s usual greeting when phoned by someone other than Jacques.

“Paige, baby! Look my little,” Amon grunted a bit when Hunter managed to kick him in the back, “Dumpling here is mad because I’m mean to his little friend and won’t be reasonable about it.”

“Yep, people tend to be like that.” Amon could hear Tetris music playing in the back ground, “What the fuck do you want?”

“He thinks I’m full of shit –“

“You are.”

“True enough, but I meant about the Bond and why I hate every other male on the planet right now… Care to explain?”

“Depends. When you fixing my wall?” She demanded.

“Sunday night?” Amon offered.

“Sunday’s no good, that’s Jacques’ evening off…”

“Get the fuck off me!” Hunter squirmed even harder and tried to roll over. Or at least that’s what Amon thought he was doing.

“Open the fucking door you blood sucking piece of shit!” Ben was slamming on the door.

“Look, just talk –“ Amon put her on speaker. The sound of her laughter carried over to them. No doubt she was enjoying listening to all their commotion. Hunter paused, gasping for breath when he heard her.

“Sounds like things are going just smashingly.” She said dryly. She changed her voice to a low purr, “Hunter, are you listening, pet?” Amon growled at the endearment and she laughed again.

“Amon, get off-“ Hunter started squirming again.

“Chill the fuck out, listen, and I’ll get off! Fuck.” Amon muttered, putting the phone near Hunter’s head.

“You’d best do as he says, pet.” She waited until she heard the sounds of Hunter’s struggles die down, “Now, pay attention, because I’m only taking the time out of my busy schedule to explain this once. When Vampires Bind a tight bodied little Thrall like yourself…”

Amon growled again. This was going to be a long phone call.


***

Ben gave up bashing on the door and stomped back into the entry hall to take off his shoes and jacket. If this was an example of what things would be like all the time now that Amon and Hunter were “Bound” Ben was moving the fuck out.

Except…

Except then he’d be leaving Hunter alone with Amon. Not that, apparently, Hunter had too hard of a time dealing with the Vampire. Ben had been horrified when Amon had dragged his friend off, but after a few moments of yelling things in the bedroom had seemed to quiet down. Which was good, because if things had gotten any more out of hand, Ben had been seriously considering using the tools in the closet to take the door off the hinges, storm in, and rip open the curtains.

Ben felt awful. The fight was entirely his fault. He never should have just blurted the whole thing out like that. Not that he thought Hunter didn’t have a right to know how much of a bastard Amon was but maybe blurting it out in front of the already agitated Vampire hadn’t been the smartest move ever. He should have just opted to invite Hunter out to coffee and talked to him there, or waited until the Vampire left at night fall.

Ben sighed, grabbed a mug of stale coffee, and went back down the hall. He stopped outside of the bedroom. He could hear a low female voice that sounded a little distorted, and the murmur of Hunter talking. What the hell were they doing in there?

Ben sighed and frowned before heading into his bedroom and closing the door. He booted his computer up and parked himself at his desk.

Time to do a little research on their friend, Amon Hajjar.

***

“So it’s like – chemical?” Hunter frowned at the phone on the bed next to his face. He’d stopped struggling, and while Amon had let his arms go, he was still straddling him and keeping him face down.

“That’s right. It’s like how big dumb animals freak out when other animals piss on their territory. That’s what Amon’s going through right now.” Paige had dropped the purr she’d used to piss Amon off and had fallen into a more casual tone.

“Our brains change when we become Vampires, that’s why remembering our human lives can be tricky. Amon already has trouble, and he’s only been one for about six months. I don’t remember my mortal life at all, or the first chunk of my immortal one, for that matter.”

“… Huh.”

“Right. So think of Amon as a big dumb animal, you’re his tree, and only he’s allowed to piss on you. Not Ben.” She dumbed it down for him.

Hunter thought the analogy was ridiculous, but he had to admit it made sense, “Um… Ben doesn’t pee on me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Ben and I aren’t into each other, or… Anything like that.” Hunter squirmed a little when Amon leaned down to nibble at the back of his neck. He felt his face heat up and pleasure coil in his stomach at the light contact.

“But you live with Ben, you’re close with Ben, you spend time with Ben. So maybe he’s not pissing on you so much as rubbing all over you. Either way…”

Hunter swallowed thickly as Amon started sucking up a hickey and thrusting his erection lightly against his butt. He would have smacked him away, but Amon took that moment to start massaging at his shoulders; Hunter was a sucker for massages. Who wasn’t?

“So-“ He cleared his throat a little, “What do we do?”

“Well the best thing is to get rid of Ben, but obviously that won’t happen. So when Ben is around, Amon’s going to need to be all over you.”

“All – all over me…?” He shuddered and closed his eyes as Amon started sucking up a new mark, higher up on the back of his neck.

“Well I’m not suggesting Amon throw you down on the couch and fuck you senseless every time Ben walks by… Unless you’re into that. Just let him hold you, touch, nuzzle at you, whatever works.” She sounded amused.

“Right. So – ah – essentially…” His breath caught in his throat as Amon started grinding harder against him. Amon nuzzled at his neck and nipped him just below the ear, “To keep Amon from… mm…” Hunter arched back and pushed his body against Amon before he could stop himself, “… ah… Mauling Ben… All over Ben… I…”

Paige’s husky laugh barely registered, “Sounds like you’ve got a handle on it. Have fun.” And he didn’t notice at all when she hung up.

“Am I still in trouble?” Amon murmured, kneading at Hunter’s shoulders. Hunter tried to boost himself up on his arms, to get up and move, to do something. Amon let his weight rest down on Hunter and grabbed his wrists, gently this time. Amon let his thumbs stroke over the throbbing pulse points in each wrist. This wasn’t hard, intense like feeding was. It was slow, warm… Hunter gasped in pleasure at the sharp nip Amon delivered to the side of his neck.

“Mm… Yeah...” He moaned softly when Amon caught his earlobe between his teeth.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Amon purred.

“Hm… Hey… Amon…” They were forgetting something.

“Hm?”

“I think the spaghetti’s done…”

“… Fuck.”