Please

First off, Logan, Chiam, Bran, and Koji ARE NOT MINE. They belong to Midii. Here: http://midii.deviantart.com/

I had permission to use her chars, and to write from Logan\'s PoV.

Okay, here\'s the story now u_u

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Every house I live in, there’s always one person. One who, for some reason or another, loathes me with all they have.

In my first home, it was my mother. She hated me because I became too much like my father. I joined the military, I became very tall, and when I’m stressed, my curse words are spoken in German. She’ll never admit it, but that was my first language. My father spoke it to me while she wasn’t around, so even if we’re a Russian family, even if I’m in the Russian military, I’m a German.
This hatred spawned such conflicting feelings in her that she felt whenever the man she loved wasn’t satisfying her, well, my mother was perfectly in her right to steal the love from me.
To steal the sex from me.
Both of my parents have stolen my naiveté and virginity, but she does it with such a vengeance that it’s easy to forget that she’s supposed to be the woman who raised me. My father, he’s always gentle, and he’s such a tortured man that I literally cry for him.
There’s always one of those, too. Someone I love so deeply that I will tear myself apart for them. My heart bleeds for my father.
And of course, a best friend. Someone I can talk to, just chat with. At home, that was my brother.

When I was a littler older, I got a house with a few friends of mine. Although I suppose I use the term “friends” pretty loosely. Peter and Jason were friends, but Josh hated me. All he saw in me was the man who stole his best friend, the one he loved. Peter. Peter has this strange urgency to protect me, as if I’m a child, and that’s made him neglect Josh a lot. They were best friends before Peter and I met. They even dated for a while, when Peter refused to date any other male in this world.
Josh did it, too. He took away my trust, and one night, betraying all I know about him and his liking for the submissive role, he came into my room. He threw my things everywhere, destroyed a china plate my father had gotten me featuring a cartoon German mouse, and then he turned to me. He took his fill, left, and acted as if nothing had happened the next day.
Though I suppose I shouldn’t be angry with that. I acted the same.
Jason was the only one who knew exactly what went on between us all. He’s in university to become a psychologist, so combine that with his knack for picking up on things and you’ve got one sensitive guy.
Peter hated him for that, too. Because Jason was the first one to guess all his secrets. They used to have such vicious fights, and don’t think for a second I didn’t feature in most of them. People always argue about me, though I have no idea why.

Now I live with Chiam. I met him while I was wandering around, just wishing for a way to get away from my newest home. That day, Peter and Jason had gotten into the worst argument yet, Josh had told me I should be the one to move out, and my girlfriend found out I’d cheated on her. Again.
Chiam, he just came up and started chatting with me, and next thing I knew, I was at his home. He’s the first person to have asked me if he could make love to me, and I said yes. I didn’t think I was gay, really, but every time I see Chiam, I almost feel like crying. He makes me happy like no one else can, and I feel so full of love for him that his every pain is my heartbreak. He had a sister, I don’t know what happened… but I nearly lost my head from the very little he’s said. I’ve got a job again now, and I’m living here, and there’s actually two other men I’m getting along well with. There’s Bran, and there’s Koji. Bran has his bad moods, but he’s hardly ever home and when he is, we keep to ourselves. Aside from the occasional glare shot my way, he hasn’t said much. Koji is as polite as can be and always treats me like family, even if there are others who would want to get rid of me.
Which brings me to Logan.
Logan has been nothing but hateful since I’ve arrived. I hate when he’s home, because it never stops. Even if he’s being quiet because Chiam’s around, Logan shoots me such awful looks.

When I got home today, he was there. Alone. And it’s always a disaster when he and I are alone.

***

“He’s acting like a fucking dick to you and you still won’t make him leave? What the hell is your problem, Chiam?” That god-damn human was fighting with him. A human shouldn’t even be living here, in a house with werewolves, in the first place.
“It’s just a fight, Logan. You and I fight enough.” He was frowning, unable to deny their little spat, but he still didn’t want to admit that I was right.
I smirked and narrowed my eyes at him. “You are so whipped.” That crossed the line, apparently, because next thing I knew, he was picking up his coat and telling me to leave him alone.

For the next three hours, I was alone in the house. Chiam had gone off to who the fuck knew where, Koji was working and I didn’t know where the hell Bran had gone, either. I lay down on the couch, planning to occupy myself with the television when that fucking animal started squeaking on his metal wheel.
Yeah, an animal. A degu, or whatever the human said it was. Before he came here, there was no way some stupid thing like that would have lived beyond a day, but Chiam’s held us back. He hadn’t said anything, but it’s easy to tell that he wouldn’t be so happy if Bran or I killed his little lover boy’s pet. But, Chiam wasn’t there. And neither was the little lover boy.

With that thought, I got up and went to the cage, watching the little thing running rapidly on his wheel, oblivious to the hulking form standing over it. I smirked and tilted my head. “Well.” I thought. “This will keep me entertained for a little while.”

The human was the first one to arrive home. And when he stepped in the door, I threw the small, bloody mess of the animal at the wall, about an inch from his face. He looked clueless for a minute before his eyes wandered down the blood streak on the wall and landed on the tiny cadaver. Then he squealed, and I smirked, delighted at the small sound.
I walked forward, slamming my hands on either side of him and shutting and locking the door. I looked up at him, giving a little snarl, before starting the dialogue that had been running around in my head for the past hour and a half.
“Hello.” I gave him an amiable smile, eyes gleaming.
“Ahh… hi.” He stammered it out, eyes still drifting down to his pet.
“Your pet is dead.”
He drew in a breath, avoided my gaze, and stuttered out another answer. “Yeah, I-I saw…”
“Well? Aren’t you going to ask how he died?” My first instinct would have been to punch the killer in the mouth, then to ask why they did it. Apparently, lover boy didn’t think this way.
“Oh. How?”
”How, what?” He had to say it. I wanted to hear the full question.
“How did he die?”
I gave what I knew would be a menacing grin. “I killed him.”
His lips thinned, and you could practically feel him shaking with the fear and anger. “Oh.”
I gave a fierce snarl. Oh?! Is that all he could say?! Well, I wasn’t going to leave him alone until I got a fucking scream. I backed up a few steps, allowing him to just pass me until I grabbed his arm forcefully and shoved him to the ground. He gave a cry, but no, that wasn’t enough.
This fucking human was sending Chiam through hell. I’d be damned if it continued for a minute longer.
I grabbed his wrists, my long nails digging into them, and literally dragged him into my bedroom. He was whimpering, ever pathetically, but still making no move to defend himself and that didn’t make me any calmer. I threw the fucker inside, shutting my door and turning to him, arching an eyebrow, just waiting for a reaction.
After about five minutes. “Uhm… What are you going to do?”
“What do you fucking think?” I grabbed his collar and pulled him up, kicking his legs before he could balance properly, so I was holding his full weight. I shoved the whimpering idiot to the bed and crawled over him, ripping off his shirt with one quick sweep of my hand. I threw what was left to the ground and leaned down, digging my teeth into his throat, knowing my long fangs would pierce the skin deeper then he’d expect, while dragging my nails over his sides, drawing out shaky cries as his arms pushed weakly against me.
Finally, a reaction!
For about ten more minutes, I scratched, bit, and beat until I was satisfied. He was bleeding and bruised, and shaking while tears ran down his face.
I sat up, straddling his hips, and drank it all in; His sobs and the blood mixing with tears and how I had reduced this insolent asshole to a complete mess of himself. He had an already purpling bruise on his cheek, bleeding slightly at the top where my knuckles had hit, a full piece of flesh was almost gone from his neck, his legs had claw marks from where I’d ripped his pants and boxers off, and his chest was just a heap of hurt.
Then I took off my pants.
The little human gave a small whimper and a pleading look, as if I’d give him mercy and stop. Hell, no.
Having discarded my jeans to the side, I lifted his legs roughly, making sure to get in a few more claw marks, and shoved myself into him without warning, taking in a satisfied breath at yet another pained yell. I sat still, not long enough for him to get used to the intrusion of my erection, before drawing out and pushing back in as roughly as I could manage. I let go of one of his legs, letting it rest on my shoulder, and reached down to grab at one of the falling spikes of hair down the middle of his head, pulling it so he’d face me. He got the idea. The human opened his eyes and looked up at me, his arms hovering in front of his own chest as if he couldn’t figure out what to do with them. Once the human was looking at me, I moved my hand again to grab at one of those sensitive nubs of skin and twist, and I didn’t stop until he gave a loud screech. Then I leaned down, still pushing in and out brutally, and bit down on the very same nipple I’d twisted. I grabbed at the loose skin underneath his own involuntary erection, and I grabbed tightly, receiving another, higher-pitched squeal for my efforts. I stopped in my gnawing and looked up to give him a smirk He couldn’t even muster up his little polite smile this time. Instead, the human gave me such a look of pain that, if I cared the slightest bit about him, I might have stopped.
If I cared.
Soon after that, I was done. He’d screamed when I had climaxed, and I enjoyed that so much that I gave him another gnaw to his chest.

He got very quiet, not even mentioning what had happened, just dressing and going out to the living room again. And you know what? When I dressed and followed a little while later, he was cleaning up the mess I’d made with the animal.

***

“What happened to Nicky?” That was what my degu had been named. Chiam frowned, concerned. He knew something had happened, but the last thing I was going to do was rat Logan out.
“Oh. He died. So I threw out his cage.” I gave a smile, and leaned in close to him. “Chiam?”
He frowned down at me, suspecting more, but kept the matter silent. “Yeah?”
”I’m sorry.” For the second time today, my eyes stung with tears. “I shouldn’t have fought with you,”
He gave me another one of those soft, uncomprehending frowns before he replied. “It’s okay.” Chiam gave me a reassuring smile. “I love you.”
I smiled back as he reached down to try and brush away my tears. If I told Chiam what Logan did, he might kick the violent-tempered man out. Or worse, he’d suspect I was lying, and kick me out. The reason I don\'t is because I’m afraid I won’t hear those words again if I do.