Wolverines

Amon was not a man renowned for his patience, and so he was quite pleased with himself that he remained calm and relaxed when Hunter and Nancy got home.

Flushed, sweaty and happy, the two of them chattered a mile a minute as they kicked their shoes off, laughing and holding hands as they walked past Amon in the living room and headed to the bathroom to shower. Together, of course.

Amon had already decided he didn’t mind having Nancy around, but he also knew he fully intended to steal her place as Hunter’s central focus. Amon’s memories from his human life were often hazy, yet some were incredibly clear.

One such memory involved a very hot locker room encounter in high school when he’d had the pleasure of exploring the previously unexplored territory of the quarterback’s ass. He’d done it knowing full well the other teenager had a girlfriend, but Amon had decided it might be fun to steal him from her.

Amon listened with half an ear as the shower turned off. Though Amon couldn’t see them from the living room, he heard them laughing and flirting all the way to the bedroom. He listened absently to the sounds of them getting ready to face the day.

He stretched his back and leaned back on the couch. In the end seducing that jock hadn’t been worth the effort because he’d really only wanted to fuck and the loser had seriously thought that it meant something. So Amon may have made a few suggestions to that effect, but it wasn’t his fault the idiot fell for him. It had taken some time to get the moron to stop fawning all over him and crawl back to his girlfriend, but by then news of them fucking had gone around the school a dozen times and more.

The point being, of course, that Amon had done this kind of thing before. He was pleased to know Hunter wouldn’t be as easy a mark, but that was okay. Because this wasn’t a teenager trying to alleviate some boredom; Amon was playing for keeps.

Obviously the emotional bond Amon wanted from his Thrall wasn’t going to appear overnight, but lust, well… Amon grinned at the thought.

“Okay! I’m off to work. Bye Amon, I’ll cut you a key while I’m gone.” Nancy’s bright voice jerked Amon from his thoughts. He hadn’t heard her walk in; careless of him.

“Thanks.” He turned his lewd grin into it’s more charming counterpart, pleased when her smiled widened at him. “Have fun.” She waved at him before walking out the door. She wasn’t bad looking, Amon reflected. Long, waving dark hair and bright green eyes. Her body was firm and toned from all her running, making her a tight package of energy and happiness. She was going to make some man very happy some day, but that man wasn’t going to be Hunter.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Hunter walked into the living room. Fresh from the shower, fair skin still glowing from his morning run Hunter was a vision in tight jeans and, of all things, blue plaid.

“Sorry for being kind of a dick about Nancy this morning,” Hunter rolled his sleeves back to his elbows, “She and I just hadn’t really had a chance to talk and so I didn’t want her to think anything was going on.”

“I can appreciate that…” Amon said amiably, tucking his arms behind his head, “You two have a nice run, then?”

“Yeah, it was good. It’s easy to forget about what’s bothering me when I’m running.” Hunter sighed at that and dumped himself in the lumpy old hand-me-down chair that took up a fair chunk of living room space. “Like the fact that I missed two shifts at work without calling so I’m fired.”

“Seriously? Just like that?” Amon questioned.

“Well I checked my voice mail while Nancy was blow drying her hair. They left me a few voice mails asking where the fuck I was and telling me to call them on Thursday night. And then last night they said if I didn’t show then they’d take it as me putting in my two weeks and not to worry, they’d find someone to cover all the rest of my shifts.” Hunter explained.

“Fuck. What did you do, anyways?”

“Worked at a call centre for a gas distribution company.” Hunter grinned a little. “24/ hour phone service with pretty much zero tolerance for lateness and no-shows.”

Amon laughed, “You worked at a call centre?”

“Good money, actually, but dull. I guess it’s for the better since that place was effectively sucking my soul out anyways, but I’d hoped to find something new before quitting. So I guess I’m job hunting today.”

“Oh come on, take a couple days off before you go back to the grind…”

Hunter shrugged, “I just took two, didn’t I?” He got up and wandered into the kitchen, “I can’t stand not working. This is the first time I’ve been fired. I’ve never not had a job since I was 15.”

Amon got up and followed the human into the kitchen. “Shit!” Hunter swore when he turned and realized Amon was right behind him. “Don’t do that freaky, creature of the night stalking thing.”

When opportunity knocks, Amon opens the door. “I can’t help it. I’m hungry.”

“Again, really? Shit, you did all this morning’s dishes too?” Hunter frowned at the spotless kitchen. He’d wanted to do something productive instead of just sit around.

“My body never sleeps to recharge, so I need to feed often.” He’d pretty much figured that one on his own, since he was always hungry, but Paige had confirmed that she was the same way too. “Come on,” He reached out and rested his hands on Hunter’s hips, “I did make you breakfast.” He grinned, “You can return the favour, can’t you?”

Hunter snorted, “And the real reason you didn’t want me to go out rears its head…” Amon wasn’t certain if Hunter was shooting an arrow off in the dark or actually on to him. He suspected maybe a combination of both.

“Well, having a live-in snack does have its benefits.” Amon nodded his agreement.

“If you recall, you’re the live-in leech, not the other way around,” Hunter’s words died down Amon yanked the human up against his larger frame. Hunter’s breath caught in his throat when Amon nuzzled at his neck. “How the fuck do you do this to me?” Heat was already coursing through him, “I don’t even like guys.” His body leaned into Amon’s, seemingly of its own volition.

Amon glanced up at him, dark eyes amused, “Just the bite, remember? I haven’t been getting any fucking ideas about you, I promise.” He murmured, letting his lips trail a hot path across Hunter’s throat as he spoke.

“Uh huh,” Hunter mumbled, shivering as his head tipped back to bare his throat to the taller male. It was like a drug. He’d felt fine earlier, but now that it was time, he burned for it. Needed it.

Amon stepped back and pushed forward with his hands a little to put a little space between their bodies. “So you just stay there nice, like that, and I’ll have a sip and we’ll be good to go.” Amon was glad Hunter was already getting swept up his body’s reaction, so he’d be less likely to notice the way Amon’s eyes gleamed in predatory excitement. It was incredibly arousing to see someone stubborn and feisty like Hunter so submissive.

“Just a –“ Hunter’s question turned into a heavily aroused moan as Amon took that opportunity to lean down and sink his teeth into that pale neck. Hunter clutched at the Vampire’s forearms as Amon sucked hard at him. Amon fought down a moan of his own as his Thrall’s blood coursed over his tongue. He forced himself to pull back after one hard suck.

“There,” He licked his lips and stepped back, “Just a sip.” He thought it would be more effective if he let go of Hunter entirely, but there was always the risk the human might fall down at this point.

“Just… A-“ Hunter was breathing heavily. He blinked up at Amon and reached a hand up to touch the still open bite wound on his neck. He moaned softly when prodding at it sent smaller waves of pleasure through him, like it had on his neck when he’d first been Bound.

“Oh, sorry. I was only a little hungry, since you fed me so well earlier… “

“Uh,” Was Hunter’s clever response as he started to rub his fingers over the tiny puncture wounds. He was effectively rubbing the Vampire saliva deeper into the wound, but Hunter made no pause to consider the technical aspects behind his actions. All he knew was that it felt good. Amazingly good.

Amon’s hand twitched hard as he stopped himself from reaching down to start stroking himself through his pants. It was like watching Hunter masturbate in front of him, but all the human was doing was rubbing at his bitten neck. God damn. And he’d thought last night was hot.

“You’re looking a little bit… Frustrated over there, Hunter. I can help you with that if you want, but since I’m not hungry anymore that’d be a fucking idea, not a bite. Oh, except I’m not supposed to be getting any of those…”

“Fuck,” Hunter moaned wantonly and reached down to stick his hand in his pants.

“Fuck? So I can have fucking ideas then? Good.” He growled and pulled Hunter’s hands away from himself. He yanked the human against him again and bit down on the other side of his neck. Hunter cried out and shuddered, trying to squirm his wrists free from where Amon held them away from both of them.

Amon couldn’t suppress his own groan as Hunter squirmed in his grasp. He rubbed up against his Thrall for blissful moment before forcing himself to pull away again.

“Was that okay? Can I get – anymore fucking ideas?” Amon was breathing almost as hard as Hunter.

“Amon,” Hunter moaned. He leaned forward and pressed against the Vampire. He couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t do anything, he needed-

Amon shuddered when the human moaned his name. He wanted to bend him over the kitchen table and take him hard, now. As much as he wanted to, he still had his doubts that Hunter would let him, even now. And aside from that, Amon knew the first time he fucked Hunter it had to be bite-free. Otherwise it would only be cheap, and Hunter would resent him.

“Tell me you want me,” Amon demanded huskily.

“I want you,” Hunter squirmed up against him.

“Ask me to touch you,” Amon was so hard he ached. He burned. He leaned forward and licked a bead of sweat off Hunter’s temple.

Hunter turned his face up to Amon’s, their noses grazing a little. Hunter could taste their mingled breath. “Kiss me,” He demanded instead. Amon didn’t need to be told twice, and closed the space between them, moulding his mouth to his Thrall’s. It was their first kiss, but neither of them were in the mood to be slow or coy about it. Amon snaked his tongue into Hunter’s mouth and the kiss immediately became hard and hot as Hunter’s tongue battled his own for dominance. Still stubborn, even now. Amon liked that about him.

He sucked Hunter’s tongue into his mouth, moaning when the human carelessly cut his tongue on one of his fangs. He let go of Hunter’s wrists to reach down and cup his ass. He lifted Hunter off the ground and turned to put him on the counter instead.

Hunter fell back when Amon put him on the edge of the sink instead of a proper countertop and swore when his head hit the cupboard. Amon grabbed him before he fell in the sink.

“Sorry. Other side.” The Vampire grunted and picked Hunter up again, turning around and putting him on the actual counter this time. He lapped at the blood running down Hunter’s chin before kissing him again, while letting his hands slip under the human’s throat and roam over his stomach.

Hunter moaned when Amon’s hands found his nipples and wrapped his legs around the Vampire’s waist. They both groaned when it brought their denim covered erections against one another.

Hunter tangled his hands in Amon’s short hair before finally twisting his face away so he could breathe. He started to shiver uncontrollably when Amon brought a hand up and rubbed his thumb over one of his bites.

“Bite me,” He whimpered. He’d never meant those two words more sincerely then he did just then. Amon growled and sunk his teeth in for the third time, pushing Hunter over the edge as he held on tight.

Amon sucked on the new wound as hard as he could while rubbing his thumb hard against the other bite. He relished the way Hunter’s moans were turning into cries were turning into screams. He humped hard against him until he couldn’t drink anymore and came hard. He pulled his teeth out of Hunter’s neck and lapped at the wounds until they closed.

Hunter was panting hard and hanging almost limply in Amon’s arms. Once the wounds had all closed, Amon lapped at Hunter’s mouth once more before kissing him again.

Hunter surprised himself by responding.