Wolverines

A/N Not sure how I entirely feel about this one, I'll start the next chapter, reread this a few times and see what I think. Might edit it.

Thanks for the reviews guys =D I'm glad you liked Chapter V, I've always been worried I write terrible smut, despite how much of it I read. So I'm glad I didn't totally fail.

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Amon reluctantly climbed off of Hunter’s limp form and stood up.

The roomie – Amon figured it was Ben – took a few hasty steps closer, eyes going even wider (if possible) when he saw the bruises and blood on his friend’s neck.

“What the flying fuck did you do to him, you motherfucker!” Ben demanded. Concern rushed through him, almost overtaking him at the sight of the blood. He’d known Hunter since they’d both worked at a sleazy Taco Bell in high school, and Hunter was like family. Hell, Ben’s mother liked to talk to Hunter on the phone too whenever she called. He took what Amon figured was supposed to be a threatening step forward, but he faltered when Amon slouched back a bit and hooked his thumbs through his belt, giving the human a threatening look. That alone caused the human to pause.

Since he’d become a Vampire, Amon had had an increasingly difficult time remembering facts about his life beforehand. One thing he remembered fairly clearly was that he’d liked working out. Seriously. He’d gone to the gym for at least two hours at least four to five days a week. And while he wasn’t overly broad or bulky, he was wickedly defined, and the wife beater he was wearing showed it.

Standing at 6’5”, Amon figured he had about a foot higher and a hundred pounds heavier – of pure muscle – on the slim human that was now trying to be aggressive with him. Even if Amon had been human he could have smashed this little bastard into pulp.

And Ben knew it.

“Who the fuck are you, and why is he bleeding?” Ben glanced at his friend on the bed. Hunter was clearly unconscious, but from his flushed skin and sweaty face… Ben had heard moans coming from the bedroom when he walked in the door, and now… If Ben didn’t know better, he’d say Hunter looked fucked. Well, from the sounds he’d been hearing he’d thought he was going to walk in on Hunter doing some fucking. Ben had lived with Hunter and Nancy for a long time, and he hadn’t heard his friend that excited in… A while.

But he did know better. Because Hunter was in bed with a man, and Ben knew that Hunter didn’t like guys and wouldn’t cheat on Nancy. Maybe this guy had drugged him out or something and that’s why Hunter’d been gone? But that didn’t explain why this guy had brought him home. Well. Or maybe he’d been wrestled and beat up and strangled? That would explain the ring of bruises around his neck.

Ben didn’t know, and regardless of what it looked like he wasn’t going to pass any sort of judgement. The last thing he was going to do to his friend was get his mind all made up before Hunter even had a chance to explain anything.

“Your new room mate.” Amon said brightly with a fangy smile that was both very charming and very deadly. His grin widened when Ben recoiled slightly at the sight of his long canines. Ben looked from Amon’s teeth to Hunter’s neck.

“… Nuh uh.” Was his bright retort. Amon wasn’t sure whether Ben meant the room mate statement, or that he was apparently a vampire. Amon figured it was probably a combination of the two.

“Yeah-huh.” Amon insisted.

Ben took a long look at Hunter, and then a long look back at Amon’s mouth, “… No way.”

“Yes, way.” He nodded sagely.

Ben glared at him, “Are you a-“

“Of course not,” Amon scoffed, “Vampires aren’t real, you twit. Now get me a fucking face cloth so I can clean him up.” He glared when the human hesitated, “Now!”

He grinned with satisfaction when the human scurried off to do his bidding, and dropped down on the bed beside Hunter. Hunter wasn’t a short, scrawny little thing like the human he’d just scared off. He was slim, sure, but he seemed to be in good shape if Amon was any judge. He wondered what kind of exercise he did and thought whimsically that he might like to join him, even though he guessed he didn’t need to anymore. His body was fixed as it was, and he was already stronger and faster than any human was going to be.

He tenderly stroked the auburn hair out of his face. Hunter was still sprawled like a rag doll where Amon had left him. He curiously leaned down to lap at his throat, pleased when his Thrall didn’t even stir. He sat upright with a look of total satisfaction on his face. He’d gotten Hunter so wired up he’d knocked him unconscious with pleasure from a bite, and had his new room mate Ben cowed.

Ben as a room mate. That was going to be a problem. Amon had known it would be. Frankly he didn’t want other guys around Hunter. Hunter was his. Other guys closer to Hunter than he was was entirely unacceptable. According to Paige this was totally normal, the crazy possessiveness. She said she’d been really bad with it at first with Jacques, and to an extent definitely still was. But how long the jealousy and possessiveness would run was anyone’s guess. She said it was different for everyone, her own lasting a solid three years before it got better. Amon was thinking that his might last longer.

And then there was Nancy. That one was going to be interesting, because while Amon couldn’t stand the thought of Ben being anywhere in the picture, Nancy was a different story. The idea of Hunter with a woman didn’t bother him in the slightest, which was going to come in handy because if Amon had seen anything Hunter was not going to willingly give her up.

Not that he thought Hunter would willingly give up Ben either, but Amon had an idea or two to handle that one. Speaking of Ben, where the fuck was that little shit?

Amon reluctantly moved away from his Thrall and poked his head into the hallway. He could hear Ben’s stupid, nattering voice coming from his bedroom. Not so cowed after all, apparently. Amon stalked towards the bedroom door.

“Yeah, okay. Sorry… Okay. Yeah, I will. See you soon.” Amon could hear him through the door, and opened it without knocking. Ben started when the Vampire barged in, dropping his cell phone and hitting his foot.

“Ow! Fuck!” He swore, then moved back a step when he saw him approaching.

“That doesn’t look like a wet cloth,” Amon said conversationally.

“That’s because it wasn’t.” Ben glared at him, “It was Hunter’s girlfriend. She’s coming home.” Under normal circumstances Ben would have been in the kitchen with a big knife upon finding some big, crazy guy skulking around the house over his friend. But something about Amon was raising the hairs on the back of his neck. And since he hadn’t actually said the word Vampire and this freak had… Ben had stalled in the hallway for about ten seconds before doing what he usually did when he was confused and freaked out: call Hunter and/ or Nancy. Since Hunter was obviously out, Ben had called Nancy.

Nancy told him to just sit tight until she got there.

“Okay, sure.” The taller man agreed easily, “No problemo. I’ve been dying to meet her, Hunter can’t stop talking about her.” Which was a lie, but Amon wasn’t about to tell Ben that, “Actually I’m glad she’s here to help sort out our living arrangements. Now that I’m moving in, things are going to have to change.” He eyed Ben. Though Ben’s skin was fair enough and his almond shaped eyes were blue, his features made it obvious he was of some sort of Asian decent. Probably Chinese. Fucking Chink.

“No, they’re not. You can’t stay here.” Ben shook his head.

Amon shifted his weight and checked out the room casually. He was trying to give the air that he’d be taking this room, but he wasn’t sure Ben was getting it. Stupid Ben. “Well, I’m afraid it’s too late for that. Hunter already said he’d cut me a key tomorrow.”

“That’s a lie.” Ben caught him, “There’s no way Hunter would pull this kind of stunt without talking to us about it first. I don’t know who you are or what you were doing in there, and I don’t want to know, but I want you to get out of my house. Now.”

Amon sighed deeply as though he was trying to humour him, “I’m afraid that’s just not possible, Benny Boy-“

“Ben.” The human corrected.

“But I’ve already ditched on my old place. Don’t even worry about it, I have a share for this month’s rent so you guys don’t even have to pay as much, plus I brought an extra hundred for groceries…” Amon was hoping the human was at least sensible enough to see the financial good points.

Ben was not swayed by the promise of food and money, “Too bad you’re going to have to spend it some place else.”

No more Mr. Nice Vampire. “Look, why don’t you just give it a rest? I’ll hang around until Hunter wakes up, and if he says he wants me to go then I’ll go-“

“He can’t go,” Ben started as Hunter stumbled into the doorway, leaning heavily against the doorframe. Ben stared at his friend. Hunter’s voice was a little throaty and slurred, which made Ben wonder again if his friend hadn’t been drugged. Now that he wasn’t so flushed, Hunter’s skin was the palest he’d ever seen it. He looked exhausted.

“Hunter, are you okay?” Ben asked carefully, then flashed a glare at the stranger. The stranger’s body was mostly turned away from Hunter, so Hunter didn’t see, but Ben couldn’t ignore the look of quiet menace on the man’s face. Whatever was going on here, Ben did know for certain that this stranger was trouble. He was dangerous. From the looks of him, maybe prone to be violent, too. Ben couldn’t fight this guy back and Hunter wasn’t in any condition to either, but Ben had to ask. And if Hunter answered wrong he didn’t care, he was taking this whack job out. Nobody hurt his family. “Did he hurt you?” His voice shook with barely contained rage.

“No… He bit me.” Ben didn’t miss the way his friend’s face fell at that. It was an expression Ben had only seen a handful of times on his face: sad and vulnerable. He wasn’t sure the alleged biter over there even saw it. “Ben he’s a Vampire.” Hunter went against his better judgement and just came right out and said it, “And I’m stuck with him.”

Ben wasn’t sure he was hearing this right, but Hunter ran a tired hand on his face and sighed. He held a hand to his forehead and Ben wondered if he wasn’t getting one of those migraines that popped up from time to time. Ben got the impression he was hearing a very simplified version of things Hunter was just too tired to explain properly, and Ben didn’t want to push him.

“He… Sucked your blood?” Ben asked carefully.

“Yeah… I need a shower.” Hunter looked down at himself and frowned. He felt disgusting.

Ben had to know, “In the bed…”

Hunter only shrugged, “… Feels good.” Well, that explained it. Okay, not really. Hunter tried to stand upright and then promptly teetered back. Before Ben had a chance to even call out, the Vampire seemed to materialize behind his friend and scooped him up easily.

“I’ll help you get cleaned up,” The Vampire grinned hugely. Was that a leer? Ben glared.

“Oh, fuck off,” Hunter muttered tiredly and pushed at the Vampire’s face with his hand. It wasn’t much, but it filled Ben with a sense of relief. At least Hunter wasn’t just rolling over and bowing down to some Vampiric whims or something.

“You need a bath…”

“Fuck off… I want a shower…”

Ben listened to them as the Vampire carried his friend off into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. There was a moment of quiet, and then the door locked.

This was insane. Fucking insane.

Ben sat down heavily on his bed and stared at the floor. Ben wished he was a more aggressive person, bigger, stronger. Then maybe he could have done something. Ben was almost positive Hunter was drugged. How else could that freak have convinced him that he was a Vampire? And to engage in some sort of blood play? And why else would Hunter be so out of it and messed up?

Granted… That guy had moved really fast to grab Hunter before he fell. But that was just Ben being tired, it was really late. A trick of the eyes. And the guy was obviously hella strong, so of course he could just haul Hunter off.

Ben sighed, and after a moment’s thought went to go loiter outside the bathroom door. He could still hear Hunter grumbling, but the other guy’s voice had changed completely. Instead of nasty and menacing he sounded… Pleasant. Charming. Friendly.

“Two-faced bastard,” Ben muttered. If he heard one sound he didn’t like he was barging in there.

He hoped Nancy got home soon.