Wolverines

A/N Thanks again kylee! Yeah, Ben's a good guy =)



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“Get out, I can do this myself.” Hunter muttered, leaning against the bathroom sink.



“Look at you, you can barely stand. Try and be reasonable.” Amon was saying solicitously, “I’ll just help you in the bath; if I’m not here you might fall asleep…”



Hunter had the impression Amon was just trying to get him naked, “I’m going to turn on the shower and sit down, I won’t drown, I don’t need your help.” He made himself stand up, starting slightly when he realized the Vampire was standing right behind him, “Out.”



“Hunter –“ Amon sighed, reaching for him.



Hunter weakly pushed his hands away, knowing full well the Vampire was letting him, “O-u-t!” He tried to shove him, but he more or less just wound up smacking him in the chest.



“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Amon held up his hands in defeat, “If you slip and crack your head open I’m not coming back in here to help you.”



“Good. Get out. And don’t pull any freaky Vampire shit on Ben.” Hunter frowned. He hadn’t heard most of their conversation, but he’d seen the looks of dislike passing between them.



“Wouldn’t even dream of it…” Amon murmured and reluctantly left the bathroom. Hunter locked the door behind him and sighed.



He wished he had stayed in bed.



When he’d started to come to he’d felt buzzed, light and sleepy, pleasure still seeped into his veins. And then he’d heard Amon and Ben’s voices in the other room and knew he didn’t have the luxury of staying abed.



Ignoring the heaviness in his limbs, Hunter had forced himself up. The second he’d stood up vertigo hit, and he barely managed to stumble to his door without falling down. He’d felt impossibly weak, and once he was moving a headache had started setting in.



He felt nauseated, and he’d blurted out the Amon was a Vampire to Ben. Had Ben even believed him? Hunter had no idea. He wasn’t exactly up to standing there and talking it out for an hour with him. One thing he had noticed was that Ben and Amon obviously didn’t like one another, though Hunter wasn’t sure why. He cursed himself. He was completely embarrassed that Amon’s bite had thrown his body so out of whack he’d gotten knocked out for who knew how long. If this happened every time, Hunter wasn’t sure he could do this.



Then again, he wasn’t sure he had a choice.



Hunter tugged the shower curtain closed and reached a hand in to turn it on to give it a moment to heat up. When he was satisfied with the temperature dials he started peeling out of his sweaty clothes. He felt like a mess, and a quick peek at the mirror confirmed it. God, he stank like sex.



He tossed his clothes in a heap in the corner and checked the water one more time before climbing into the shower. He held on tightly to the edge of the tub so he wouldn’t slip and gingerly sat down. He sighed as the hot water plastered his hair to his face and rubbed at his neck. It was going to be a long night.



***



Ben sipped sat cross legged on the couch and sipped his coffee while the alleged Vampire puttered about.



“What the fuck are you doing?” He finally asked. The other man was picking at a roll of duct tape, and had been for a few moments.



“I don’t know why they make tape so hard.” The darker skinned man admitted. Ben figured he was some kind of Middle Eastern decent. Maybe Lebanese?



“Give it,” Ben set his coffee down and held his hand out. Dark eyes flashed up at him for a moment before the tape was reluctantly handed over. Ben used his thumb nail to pick at the edge of the tape for about half a second before pulling it away from the rest of the roll. He handed it back.



“Thanks,” The would-be blood sucker muttered grudgingly.



Ben could hear the shower going, but he didn’t want to sit there in silence. He wanted answers, but he wasn’t sure this guy was going to give him any. He tried to make nice.



“I’m Ben.” He offered.



“I know,” He replied, pulling the tape back from the roll and approached the curtains covering the balcony door. Ben figured he was going to tape down the curtains; lucky for him they had cloth curtains, not those cheap plastic ones.



“Now’s where you tell me your name.” Ben prompted, irritated by the other guy’s behaviour.



“Amon.” Sure enough, Amon started taping the curtains down against the wall.



“Amon Who?” Ben questioned.



He scoffed, “I didn’t see you running to give me your full name, champ.”



“Fine, it’s Benjamin Kwan, if you must know. Your turn.” Ben challenged, picking his coffee cup back up.



Amon gave him a strange look, “Amon Hajjar.”



“So that’s… What? Arabic? Lebanese?” He pressed.



Amon flashed him that charming smile he’d shown Hunter. It reminded Ben of a kid that got their hand caught in the cookie jar and was totally prepared to charm his way out. “Why’re you so gung ho to know? Doing a background check?”



“The thought crossed my mind.” Ben admitted, “Frankly, I don’t know who you are, what you are, or what the hell you think you are. But I definitely intend to find out before I even consider letting you near my friend again, Amon Hajjar. Oh – assuming that’s even your real name.”



Amon went still in a way that made the hair on the back of Ben’s neck go tingly. “You think you can stop me, you little fucker?” He growled.



Ben gulped. Him and his big mouth, “Did you drug him?” He changed the subject, “Is that how you’ve got him all-“ Ben’s words caught as he found himself pinned down on the couch by a big, strong hand. Amon’s dark shape loomed over him.



“Listen to me, you chink mother fucker. Hunter wasn’t fucking with you when he said I was a Vampire. I’m the real deal, understand?” Amon grinned widely, showing off his long canines, “Hunter is mine. He’s my Thrall, my food source, my daylight minion, the whole shebang. We’re Bound by blood, he and I, and there is nothing you can fucking do about it.” He gave Ben’s throat a threatening squeeze before loosening his grip enough to let the human breathe.



He leaned over the wide eyed human, inhaling the scent of his fear and savouring it like expensive cologne, “If you say or do anything that gets in between Hunter and I in any fucking way, I will kill you. I’ll suck your blood until you beg me to keep you as a Thrall, and then after I let you turn into a Ghoul, I’ll finish you off and skull fuck you, do you fucking understand me?” He gave Ben’s jaw a threatening nip, but eased back when he heard the shower turn off. He needed to end this. “Do you?” Ben nodded quickly. “Good, and next time you want to call me a two-faced bastard, have the fucking balls to say it to my face.” He let go of Ben and stalked back towards the curtain.



Ben rubbed his throat and watched him, wide eyed. He’d heard that through the wall? If he’d had any doubts before about what Amon was, they were gone now. Ben sat up shakily and looked at where his coffee mug was sitting neatly on the table. Good god, he’d taken the cup right out of his hand, set it down, and Ben hadn’t even noticed.



“… I’m half Korean.” Ben replied bitterly as the bathroom door opened, followed by Hunter’s bedroom door closing. He wanted to pick up his coffee and take a long, comforting drink, but he didn’t think he could manage picking it up while his hands were shaking this bad. Ben wasn’t sure what was hardest, the fact that that… Thing, could have snapped him in half and killed him right then and there. Or the fact that when he’d felt that muscular body pressing down on him he’d gotten a little thrill.



“I don’t give a shit what you are,” Amon grunted, taping along the top of the curtains. He had to get this place sun proofed. He looked over his shoulder when Hunter padded in barefoot in loose grey sweats and a form fitting blue t-shirt.



Amon got a little horny when he looked over his Thrall. It wasn’t so much the way the sweats hung low on his hips or the way the t-shirt clung, thought that did help. But more the fact that he was pale, tired, groggy. Amon relished having affected him the way he had.



He let the roll of tape drop carelessly to the ground and strode over to him, “How was your shower?”



“Fine,” Hunter pushed some wet hair out of face. He turned to Ben, frowning when he saw how pale and startled his friend looked. Ben saw the look on Hunter’s face and mouthed ‘later’, willing him not to say anything. He breathed a sigh of relief when all Hunter said was, “Is there coffee on?”



“Yeah,” Ben nodded, “Fresh pot.”



“Cool.” Hunter turned to go get himself a cup, but was stopped by Amon’s large hands on his waist.



“You’re tired, you should sit down.” Amon decided to take the liberty and pressing a chaste kiss to his Thrall’s mouth , “I’ll get it for you.”



Hunter frowned at him, “O-kay.” And wiped his mouth off as Amon took off for the kitchen. He sat on the couch with Ben, and a strange silence fell between the two friends. Hunter took a breath to speak, then let it out in a sigh and leaned back against the cushioned arm.



“How do you want it?” Amon called from the kitchen as he searched through the cupboards for a mug.



“Just plain. No sugar, no cream.” Hunter called, then grinned when he realized Ben had mouthed the words along with him. The two of them chuckled for a moment before making eye contact. They both knew they had things to talk about, but neither of them wanted to do so with the Vampire hovering around. Hunter’s lips quirked. ‘Later’ he mouthed, and was pleased when Ben smiled back.



Hunter rubbed a tired hand over his face. He was hanging around at home with Ben, he was clean, there was coffee. Things were starting to feel a little settled, almost normal. And then the front door unlocked and Hunter sighed, because as much as he was looking forward to holding his girlfriend in his arms and coming back down to earth, he really didn’t want to deal with this anymore tonight.



“I’m home!” Nancy called, voice sounding worried. She’d had dinner with her parents that evening, and then got talked into dancing with her cousin. She’d felt bad going out when Hunter was still MIA, but Ben had talked her into it and said they’d worry about it if Hunter still wasn’t home when she got back.



But then Ben had phoned her, talking about drugs and blood and not really making much sense, and Nancy had no idea what she was expecting when she walked in through the door.



“Hey,” A friendly male voice she didn’t know greeted from the kitchen. Well, she hadn’t necessarily expected that. Nancy locked the door behind her and shifted her purse, stepping forward and looking into the kitchen. She gave the attractive Arab guy a quick once over.



He smiled disarmingly at her and gestured helplessly about the kitchen, “Mugs?”



“Oh. Um. That cupboard, there. Next to the fridge.” She pointed, a little bit thrown off.



“Thanks,” He turned to the cupboard, then turned back, “Oh! I’m so sorry,” He grinned sheepishly and stepped forward, offering her a large, brown-skinned hand, “I’m Amon.”



Nancy reached out and let him take her hand. His grip and warm and comfortable, not too limp or hard. “I’m Nancy.”



His face lit up, and Nancy found herself thinking he was attractive despite his nose being too large for his face, “Ah, Hunter’s girlfriend. He and Ben are sitting in the living room, I’m just grabbing some coffee.” He released her hand and moved towards the cupboard she’d indicated. "Did you want one, too?"



“Oh. No, thanks. If I drink coffee now I’ll never sleep.” Nancy tucked a long, waving strand of dark hair behind her ear and went back into the entryway. “I don’t have Ben and Hunter’s magical superpower to drink a pot of coffee and then sleep like a rock.” She leaned against the wall and yanked off her mukluks.



Amon chuckled and Nancy went into the living room. Hunter was showered and looked tired, and Ben was sipping coffee and looking on edge.



“Hey boys.” She tried to gauge what was going on. Ben had sounded so freaked out on the phone, but things seemed really chill. She walked to the couch and sat in the middle.



“Nance,” Hunter opened his arms and Nancy immediately snuggled against him, “I’m so sorry I disappeared on you. Both of you,” He added to Ben. Ben just nodded, accepting his apology. But then again, Ben knew what was going on.



“I’m afraid I’m the one that should apologize to you,” Amon admitted, handing Hunter the coffee mug. He sat on the sturdy looking coffee table and looked Nancy in the eyes, “Nancy, this is going to sound really crazy, but I need you to try and keep an open mind, okay?”



“Okay,” Nancy nodded and settled back against Hunter’s chest. Ben tried not to sigh in irritation. One of Nancy’s best and worst qualities was that, while she wasn’t stupid, she would take pretty much what you told her at face value unless there was a deal of evidence to the contrary. He wondered if Amon knew that or was just a naturally manipulative fuck.



Probably the latter.



“Try and have a little faith,” Amon started easily, “Okay. I’m a Vampire.” He held up his hands, “Sounds crazy, I know. Last night I was starving. I’d put off feeding way too long, because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. You see, not all Vampires are the same and we’re not really like what you see on TV. If I bite someone, they turn into a Ghoul. Kind of like zombies, except Ghouls can’t infect you. They just kill you.” Amon watched her, trying to figure out where he stood with her, how thick to lay it on. He wished he had Hunter’s and Paige’s ability to read minds. But given that Hunter hadn’t displayed any use of telepathy, Amon was thinking that maybe Paige was wrong and Hunter was just telekinetic after all.



“Long story short, I saw Hunter walking home and couldn’t resist him.” He flashed a grin at Hunter, who kept his face impassive, “So I went a little feral and pounced on him. After that I Bound him to me; if I hadn’t he’d be a Ghoul and trying to eat you guys by now.”



Of course it hadn’t happened like that, not even close. But it had all been so fast and intense that Hunter didn’t remember, couldn’t contradict him. He did his best to look sad about what he’d done, even though he wasn’t.



“At any rate, I had to bring him back home with me. I didn’t know where he lived. But now that I’m here and you guys know what’s going on, well… Hunter is the only person I can feed off of without killing. And I need to feed nightly. I need to be close to him…”



Hunter sighed, “He wants to move in.”



Ben’s lip curled in distaste, but he remained silent. Good boy, thought Amon.



Nancy stared down at her folded hands for a few moments, green eyes thoughtful. Hunter didn’t say anything and neither did Ben. Both of them just sipped their coffees and gave her a minute to think things over.



Nancy twisted in Hunter’s arms to peer up at him, eyes trusting. “Is this true? All of it? Amon’s a…”



“Yeah, babe.” Hunter nodded, “All of it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.



She sighed shakily and pulled his arm around her. It was a lot to take in all at once, and it was late, and all of them were tired.



“Well,” She said, “Unless we figure something else out, I suppose we’d better get a key cut.”



Amon wanted to jump out and yell “Fuck yeah!” but he contained himself. Instead he reached out and took Nancy’s hand, “I’m sorry. I know this a lot to deal with.”



You mother fucker, thought Ben. Hunter was about ready to pass out from blood loss, Ben’s throat was bruised, and Amon had the fucking gall to act like some nice guy to Nancy.



Piece of shit.



***



Ben had gone off to his own room to do who-knew-what, while Amon was sunproofing the rest of the apartment.



Hunter crawled under the covers as Nancy changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. Normally Hunter didn’t sleep with so many clothes on, but he felt cold from the blood loss.



Nancy turned off the light and crawled into bed. Hunter opened his arms to her and she immediately snuggled up against him. She stroked his semidry hair soothingly.



“I am sorry,” Hunter repeated, for the millionth time. He’d felt his usual stubborn, tough-guy self out in the living room but there in the dark, in the quiet safe bed with his lady love in his arms he felt like he could finally open up. “This is all… It’s a lot. I mean, he’s moving in, I’m probably fired from my job, I’m putting you and Ben in an impossible position… And babe… When he bites me, I… Like it a lot. I’m…”



“Shhh,” Nancy heard the worry in Hunter’s voice and pressed her fingers to his lips, “It’s okay, Hunter. You didn’t ask for this. Let’s just take what life’s thrown our way and make the best of it, okay? We’re going to be okay.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Everything is going to be better in the morning.”



“I hope so…”



“I know so.” She pulled his head against her chest so she could rest her chin on his head. She wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers over his back until he started to settle. “I love you.”



“Love you…” Hunter murmured drowsily, already half asleep.