His Obsession

As the moon grows closer and closer to becoming full, the were-animal’s human side becomes dominated by its feral companion and thus human becomes animal. The urges the were-animal kept in check, now are expressed freely.

The cloud of mist that was Puck and Chase sailed through the dusky sky, slithering pass The August Jalapeño and toward a destination only the Voices knew. Puck didn’t concern himself with where they were taking him, he was too busy with Chase.

Like the book the Voices read to Puck, the wolf inside the were was governing Chase’s actions. The moon would be full in two days but already its pull was affecting the werewolf. The subtle desire he felt for the vampire erupted into naked lust and need to mark Puck as his.

It will not be denied, for to deny these urges is to deny itself. To a beast there is no such thing as ‘holding back’. In the wild, one must hunt and attack with everything or else be seen as weak then starve and eventually die.

You are so screwed, a helpful Voice told Puck only to be quickly hushed by the rest.

Be wary of the were-animal you irritate. For next full moon he may tear your throat out in anger. Be observant of the were-animal whose heart you break. For he may haunt the long nights with his cries. Be cautious of the were-animal you love. For next full moon he may prove just how much he cares for you.

That doesn’t sound good, a group of Voices commented as the cloud of mist floated toward Chase’s apartment with its white stucco outer walls and black glossy floors. It hovered for an instant outside the window before seeping in through the cracks and into the living room.

Inside nothing had seemed to have changed but somehow Chase scented something and growled within the mist.

A witch was here, but they’re gone now. The Voices told Puck.

They wanted to do a tracking spell but they were denied! other Voices added gleefully. Return!

Almost immediately after regaining his solid form, Puck found himself roughly taken to the floor. Chase loomed over him, his smoldering gaze raking over the trapped vampire’s body.
He reached out toward Puck and abruptly jerked his hand back as if burned as once the vampire began visibly trembling in fear.

Chase cocked his head to the side curiously before creeping toward Puck’s throat. The vampire made a startled noise and tried escaping before the Voices could tell him no. Chase efficiently flipped Puck onto his stomach and straddled him at the same time he drove Puck’s face into the floor.

“No.” the werewolf growled briefly tightening his grip around Puck’s neck. He pushed the vampire’s head firmer against the floor before releasing him.

“Ch-Chase.” Puck whimpered uncertainly as he felt hot breath against the back of his neck. “Puppy?”

He felt the werewolf shift behind him and then a tiny lick given to the corner of his eye. More tears began to gather to replace the one Chase took away.

“Don’t.” Puck cried and hid his face in his arms. He heard an annoyed growl close to his ear and hunched his shoulders in defense. Chase nudged him and Puck felt the werewolf pull at his arms.

“No way.” Puck replied in a panic. He fiercely dug his fingers into his arms and shook his head. “Not getting Puck’s throat! Not his face, his eyes, no~o!”

Careful, The Voices warned as Chase began pawing at the vampire. He’s getting mad…

“Don’t care!” Puck screamed. He tried madly bucking the werewolf off his back only to discover too late what a bad idea that had been. The not so obvious bulge pressing into Puck’s backside now became blatantly obvious.

Puck stop, the Voices told him as he screamed and threw an elbow back at Chase when he blatantly humped him. Another elbow was thrown and the werewolf merely snatched up both of Puck’s wrist in one hand and pinned them stretched out in front of him.

Images of blood and despair flashed before Puck’s eyes. Lifeless dark brown eyes begging for help while red eyes full of inhuman malice danced with glee. Pain lancing his body, the sound of slurping and slapping of flesh.

Then the roar of the Voices swallowed Puck up and somehow being defenseless as a lamb to slaughter really didn’t matter. Neither did the press against his backside or the teeth gripping the back of his neck.

Puck saw and felt everything through a thick protective haze where nothing was important. His muscles relaxed on their own volition and strangely so did Chase. The beast inside of him slunk back into the recesses of his soul and the human part of him awoke. Awoke to a nasty surprise.

“Shit!”

Chase scrambled off of Puck and drew him into his arms. He checked the vampire’s eyes and didn’t know whether the distance he saw inside was a good thing or a bad thing. Was it the Voices or was it trauma? Did he rape Puck like Kyriak and Sin did? He had no real memory of leaving Maeve’s graveside. Just random flashes of emotion here and there. There was lust¾lots of that. Annoyance, the sensation of pacing, the need to dominate…

“Oh shit, shit shit!” Chase hissed rocking Puck. “I’m gonna get flame broiled and the good silver thrown at me.”

Puck cackled and said in a much abused voice, “You suck.”

“Puck?” Chase checked his eyes and saw they were still somewhat empty but the vampire was looking at him.

“What are you whining about? Are you worried Witchy Poo and Miss Felissia are going to hurt you for…” Puck frown and tried to remember what exactly happened. He was scared of something, something about Chase or what he did scared him. Then the Voices rose up and did something that made everything blurry and forgettable.

“Eh it doesn’t matter.”

Chase gave him a funny look, “Voices?”

Puck laughed at him, “No, it Puck. Still Puck…maybe.”

“Sounds like you’re not too sure whether you are or aren’t Puck.”

“Does that scare you?”

“Actually no.” Chase snorted, “I’m more scared my big bad wolf did something awful when I wasn’t around.”

Puck doesn’t remember. He asked the Voices. Did Chase do something bad?

For a few moments the Voices talked amongst themselves. Low murmuring alongside concerned yips buzzed inside Puck’s mind. Finally after a moment the Voices responded without words, revealing what Chase had done.

Without the lingering memories and the emotions they invoked, Puck could finally understand the situation. Chase was attracted to him and any inclinations Chase had, his wolf had no qualms about fulfilling. It was like the book said, ‘To a beast there is no such thing as ‘holding back’.’ Especially when Puck started it.

When he had returned the kiss at Maeve and Mikel’s graveside, Chase’s wolf saw this as an invitation. Chase was definitely an Alpha male and had to prove his supremacy, so he jumped Puck, immediately assuming the position of dominance. The invasion of his house didn’t improve that need, it fact it made it worse. Now he had to prove himself two fold.

And asserting his authority to a struggling Puck seemed to be the perfect method. Chase would tame Puck and display his strength to the vampire. That he was the perfect specimen of werewolf and he would make the perfect…

Puck gasped, shoving Chase away and scrambled back from him. He could see it now. It was obvious what both sides of Chase wanted.

“He likes me, he really likes me.”

“You’re cute.”

“He’s so cute when he’s happy.”

“Can I be your prince?”

“I swear I’ll protect you and tear anyone apart with my bare teeth that so much as thinks about touching you.”

“Holy shit.” the vampire gasped. He shook his head and crawled backwards until his back thunked against the wall. Puck drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them.

“What the…” He rested his head against his knees and Chase crept up toward him.

“Puck?”

The vampire’s head shot up and shrank away from Chase.

“Stay back!”

Chase slunk down onto his stomach and peered up at Puck from his position. He watched him bow his head back down and whisper to the Voices inside his head.

“Puck’s wrong. Puppy can’t be thinking of that.”

Oh yes he is, the Voices told Puck with no little amount of glee. He wants you as a mate!

“No.”

Yup and wolves mate for life.

“No.”

Oh why not? the Voices asked and then added in a devious tone, Chase is a good boy!

“Knock it off, it’s not funny!” Puck exclaimed. Chase inched closer on his stomach and the vampire turned on him.

“Stay!”

Chase stopped and rested his chin on the floor, watching Puck through the fringes of his bangs. The vampire found the intent study slightly unnerving.

What does Puck need to do?

Well what do you want to do?

Puck would like to be Chase’s friend.

Fine then, quit cuddling up to him, letting him kiss you and kissing him back. The Voices replied.

But…

Then be more than his friend, be his lover, his mate, his boyfriend, whatever you want to call it.

“No!” Puck exclaimed vehemently shaking his head. “Puck can’t!”

Why? The Voices inquired and a few primal werewolves seemed to ask as well.

Seriously, he’s a keeper! more Voices added.

“Puppy is special, he shouldn’t have someone like Puck as a mate.” Puck replied aloud. “Chase’s world is sunlight, the forest, pack. He deals with living people and is full of life. Puck handles the Voices and is neither alive or dead. He doesn’t belong to Chase’s world.”

“Bullshit!” Chase growled with such ferocity Puck flinched. “What the fuck makes you such an expert on what I should and shouldn’t have?!”

Held frozen by his fear, Puck watched as Chase rose fluidly to his hands and knees. Closer the werewolf came, his glittering green eyes reflecting back red in the twilight. A growl welled up from the back of his throat as he stalked what was his.

The werewolf climb up between Puck’s legs and pressed up against his body, trapping the vampire against the wall. Chase moved close and nudging the vampire’s head back, inhaling Puck’s scent.

“P-Puck just w-wants best for Puppy.” he told Chase breathlessly and a deep chuckle answered him.

“I’m an adult, sweetie.” Chase murmured in his ear. “I can make my own decisions.”

A shudder passed through Puck as Chase’s large hand took his face and tipped it gently down. The touch of his lips sent a shock wave through Puck’s entire body. His arms reached out and drew Chase closer, his hands sliding through his hair.

Muscles bunched and the werewolf swept Puck up in his arms, carrying him into his bedroom. Cool black silk sheets bunched beneath them as they fell onto the bed.

“I want to tear your shirt and pants from your body.” Chase told Puck as he moved under him, pulling the vampire’s shirt up and away from his body. His hands explored the scarred terrain of Puck’s chest, his touch light and painfully teasing.

“Puck is glad you didn’t shred his clothes.” the vampire replied as he unbuttoned Chase’s shirt with trembling fingers, not protesting when the werewolf’s hands sought the clap of his pants.

“Miss Felissia might get the wrong idea.” Puck said with a grin in spite of his heart threatened to hammer out of his chest.

Chase chuckled and asked, “Do you want me to wait ‘til you’ve gotten more of my clothes off or…” He tapped the zipper of Puck’s pants.

Puck closed his eyes and slowly took a deep calming breath. He could feel the pulse Chase’s heart beneath his fingertips. He could hear it thundering in the wolf’s chest, almost a dark siren’s call. The scent of pine, crisp autumn air and a hint of smoke lay just below the surface of flesh.

He nervously-hungrily licked his lips. Dread filled heaviness centered in his chest. Puck let out a shuddery breath and hunched his shoulders.

Help! Puck cried out to the Voices.

Hm? You were doing good.

He sent disorganized words and sentences to the Voices along with disjointed thoughts and feelings. The Voices listened patiently as Chase waited patiently for an answer.

And Puck doesn’t know what he is doing!

Chase does, let him lead. They told him. A few inquired, Do you trust him?

Yes.

Then answer him.

Puck reached down and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

“Good idea.” Chase replied lifting Puck up in his arms and moved him beside of him. He slid out of his shirt and tossed it in the corner then went to divest himself of his pants.

Puck knelt frozen on the bed his gaze fixed on the expanse of skin that was slowly revealed with the rasp of the zipper. He was certain he was blushing from white roots of his hair to the bottom of his feet. He couldn’t blink or dare look away, damning himself when he softly whimpered.

He found himself tumbling back into Chase’s arms, face to face with the beast once more. Lips crushed together as Chase fumbled with his pants and once free, then tore at Puck’s own.

“You have to stop being so cute.” the werewolf rasped as Puck assisted him in removing his pants. They were sent sailing to rest with Chase’s shirt against the opposite wall.

“It makes me want to do things to you.” he growled moving against Puck. His hands slid down the vampire’s body, feeling each scar, memorizing every groove.

“Puck is okay with that.” he whispered and Chase froze. The werewolf sat up and held Puck against him.

“Are you really?”

There was no hesitation in Puck’s reply. “Yes.”

“Last chance, you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me if you get scared.” Chase told him and carefully laid Puck down on the bed.

“Puck will.”

Chase leaned over him, inch by inch covering Puck’s body with his own. His eyes never left the vampire’s face, intent on watching for any sign of distress.

He brushed a gentle kiss across Puck’s forehead then trailed down to the corner of his eye and then to his lips. The vampire shuddered beneath the heady sensation, submitting to Chase’s silent entreaty.

Chase moaned as Puck met his passion with his own. His tongue made a path down Puck’s ribs to his taunt stomach. His hands searched for pleasure points and was rewarded when the vampire arched into his touch.

Puck wound his arms around Chase, tangling his fingers in his hair. The touch of his lips was a delicious sensation as they continued to explore his damaged flesh.

“Chase.”

“Hm?” The werewolf asked pausing his ministrations.

“Puck’s body—?” heat stole into his face and Puck looked away helpless to halt his embarrassment. Pink stained his cheeks.

Chase stroked a particularly jagged scar with his tongue. He followed the path of the mark downward, pausing briefly to admire and looked back up at Puck with a hot look of steamy approval.

“I like.”

The Voices said something in response but it was drowned out by the shock of electric pleasure the moment Chase took Puck into his mouth. A strangled noise escaped from his lips as Puck jerked up against the werewolf’s lips.

Chase chuckled, sending gentle vibrations down the length of his lover. The fingers in his hair clinched and grasped him almost painfully. The sound of Puck’s barely restrained moans were music to his ears.

Seconds after Chase did something with his tongue, Puck’s hips nearly shot off the bed. But the werewolf was ready for such a move and used his strength and dominate position to pin the vampire down on the bed.

Puck felt a wave of something heavy within him rising. Closer it came, nearly to an overwhelming point. Pleasure pushed and rose with every pull of his flesh, build upon layers of lust cemented by affection.

The moment the vampire felt he could stand no longer in the face of his desire, Chase pulled away.

“Pu—” Puck was cut off by the unadulterated heat in the werewolf’s eyes. The wolf was back in control barely reined by Chase’s own desires.

He climbed up Puck’s body, the smoldering fervor in his gaze sending a delightful shiver down Puck’s spine. The beast before him smiled as he turned Puck onto his stomach and moved him so he was on his hands and knees. Placing a chaste kiss on the back of his neck once the vampire was settled, Chase reached into a drawer in the nightstand.

Puck felt something cool and wet flow onto him then Chase spread it across his puckered entrance. He jerked and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the urge to move away.

“Eas-y.” Chase whispered as he began to nibble his lover’s ear as he worked. “Don’t be scared.”

Puck let out a breath he never realized he had been holding as the werewolf moved away from his ear and down to his throat. Chase scraped his teeth against the tender scarred flesh of his neck as the vampire relaxed his shoulders.

“Shhh.” Chase told his lover when he slid one finger inside of him and Puck immediately tensed. He nuzzled the vampire’s back, whispering words of comfort and praise. Slowly, Puck relaxed and Chase was able to slicken his passage.

“Nn-n!” Puck gasped once Chase slid another finger inside him. He felt a slight burn as his entrance was stretched. Then once when Chase pressed in with more lube, Puck felt as if he struck a nerve, something that send pure ecstasy pouring through his every fiber.

“Ah, there you are.” the werewolf purred and struck that spot again. Puck writhed on his hand, biting back a scream.

“Go ahead, make noise.” Chase rasped a moment later as he smoothed lubrication on himself. He pushed into that special spot once more and Puck let out a yelp. “I like noise.”

Puck felt no need to enrage the beast and as Chase’s hand crept toward his hips and he slowly pushed into him, the vampire fully vocalized his moans. First one thrust and a gasp. Then a second and a quieter cry. Finally Chase too moaned once he was fully seated inside of Puck.

“Mine.” he growled. Triumphant in its domination, Chase instinctively bite Puck at the base of his skull. The vampire froze submissively and Chase thrust into him, drawing a gasp from his lips.

Together they found a tempo which satisfied them both. Chase angled his thrust to hit the spot within Puck that brought him pleasure while Puck met him and screamed out his pleasure. It was flesh against flesh. Sensation brought them higher and higher.

Chase rocked back and brought his lover onto his lap, causing his thrust to go deeper within. Now with his hands free, the werewolf could touch Puck more without restraint. Chase wrapped an arm around Puck’s waist wrenching him down upon his cock and enfolding Puck’s manhood with his hand.

“Chase!” the vampire cried as he felt the tidal wave of pleasure mounting within him once more. The werewolf’s rhythm increased and Puck threw his head back, resting it on his lover’s shoulder.

“Almost…”

Passion arched and rose within the both of them like the hottest fire, clouding their minds to all except their climax.

Puck came with a cry followed by Chase with a growl. The vampire felt the need to bite, to taste blood filled with their ardor and he raised Chase’s arm to his lips and bit. Another climax slammed into them both taking them by surprise.

Across town, Talisa was slammed with a feeling of absolute delight that she nearly climaxed in the middle of the park. She looked up at the sky and the moon above wondering if she wasn’t the only one who felt that wall of power. At the same moment at The August Jalapeño, Felissia kept fanning herself as she waited for everyone safe return that night.

While beyond town, the wave of power had a far different result. Surrounded by frothy lace and silk, Sin’s eyes snapped open as he lay in bed and he giggled.

“Wow… I need a cigarette.”

Meanwhile Kyriak seethed with mounting rage. Though it was a new power signature, he immediately knew to whom it belong to and why it was soaring out into the night. Across from him at the dinner table, Damia watched her brother’s reaction to their little baby vampire’s newest adventure.

“Seems like our little baby has grown up without us.” she said. She received a furious look in response.

“Wonder who the lucky person may be…”

“I don’t know…but they’ll pay.” Kyriak snapped. Damia shook her head and wondered when her brother would start acting like toward her once again. All the while fearing… he never would.