Cybernatural

Cybernatural
by Kiernan Kelly

7:04 p.m.
[SuckerForSex]

I'm over six feet tall, dark hair and eyes, great body. Sorry, no photo available. I love to fly and hate garlic breath. I'm looking for a hot-blooded guy who's into rough sex and a bloody good time.

Will Jameson pulled his Harley onto the gravel parking lot and slipped it into the first available slot. He sat straddling the bike for a few moments, eyeing the small roadside bar from over his shoulder.

Pulling a small, folded piece of paper out from the pocket of his black leather jacket, he read it for the fiftieth time. He knew it by heart, but read it anyway, intrigued by the man who called himself Sucker For Sex on the dating service website to which Will had recently subscribed.

He sounded dangerous, a quality Will had always envied, was sadly lacking, and was trying like fuck to get. Hence the zippered motorcycle jacket, the leather pants, the shiny new Harley, and the balls to have had made a date with a stranger like Sucker sight unseen.

Pausing for a few moments outside the bar, Will dragged his feet through the gravel, hoping to scuff some of the new shine off of his spanking-new steel toed boots before entering. He debated removing his jacket, but decided to wait until after he'd met Sucker. Still, he wanted to show off his new tattoo. It wasn't doing him much good hidden under his jacket. The goddamn thing had hurt like hell, worse than his nipple piercing.

Except when said nipple piercing got knotted up in the hair on his chest when he shifted. That hurt like a sumbitch, pardon the expression.

Sometimes being a werewolf, especially a werewolf accountant, could be a drag. Will spent his days poring over other people's bank statements, and usually spent his nights with a bucket of KFC and a good book. He wasn't exactly dangerous in any sense of the word. Even as a wolf, he was a scaredy-cat. The only thing he'd ever killed was a six-pack of Bud and the occasional bottle of Jack Daniels.

But that was all going to change as of tonight.

Will was sick and tired of the rest of the shapeshifting community whispering and snickering behind their paws at him. It wasn't his fault that he was a milquetoast werewolf - he'd been raised that way.

Actually, he hadn't even been aware of what he was until he'd been nearly eighteen.

Will's biological parents had both been killed in a tragic sheep-shearing accident when he'd been an infant - or so his adoptive parents had always told him. Molly and Ben Jameson were both hardcore Fundamentalists, devout members of the Christ the Rock Church, and had adopted Will, raising him as their own.

He truly loved his parents, but "raising him as their own" had entailed a very strict upbringing - no television, no radio, and no books other than the Bible and what was necessary to achieve a home-schooled diploma.

On his sixteenth birthday, a full moon had risen in the night sky and he'd trembled under his bedcovers, going through changes that weren't listed anywhere in any of the Christian tracts his parents had strewn about the house.

Couldn't he have simply grown a hard-on like other sixteen-year old boys? No, Will had to grow hair and fangs and the urge to howl. No shower in the world was cold enough to quell that.

He'd lived in fear for three years, taking care to hide his monthly cycle from his parents, convincing himself that he was a freak of nature - an unholy monster who merited being chased down with pitchforks and torches, his soul damned. Until one day he'd been sent into town on errands and had snuck into the public library. There he'd found several books that had detailed exactly what he'd been going through.

There he also found a cute, blue-eyed boy his own age named Jeb, who showed Will a few things in the library's bathroom that were also not in any of the Christian tracts his parents had laying around the house. Namely, what a blowjob was, and how it could make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Afterward, Will had found a book written by a doctor on that subject, too. It spoke about the importance of being honest with yourself and your family, and accepting of who and what you were.

It had to be good advice, Will reasoned. The doctor-author had a string of initials after his name, and the book jacket had said that he was an expert on the subject.

Will had announced both of his discoveries (that he was a werewolf and a gay one at that) at the dinner table that night, just as the good doctor had recommended in the book. Afterward, when the dishes had finally stopped being slung around the room and the screaming damnations had dwindled down to a few half-hearted moans, Will reasoned that his parents had taken the news about him fairly well.

At least there hadn't been any pitchforks or torches involved.

In any case, Will had grown up completely ignorant of the werewolf culture. He couldn't hunt worth a damn, sucked at tracking, and made more noise walking in the forest than a bevy of bulldozers. Even on the rare occasion when he'd managed to trap a rabbit or possum, he simply couldn't bring himself to kill them. A burrito from Taco Bell was much less messy, and didn't scream when you tried to take a bite out of it.

But lately Will had been getting antsy, especially in the sex department. Oh, he'd had a few anonymous encounters with humans over the years, always in the dark and never during a full moon. But that was growing old. He wanted a relationship. An honest relationship, where the person he was sleeping with knew everything about Will and still wanted to slip under the sheets with him.

But the gay werewolves he'd met had been alphas, seething with danger and not at all interested in someone like Will, except as lunch.

Hence his decision to "danger-up" by buying the biker outfit, the Harley, and making a date online.

He swallowed hard, fingering the collars of his tee shirt and jacket, eyeing the moon as it rose. Sweat was already starting to pool under his arms as his nerves stretched toward the snapping point, but he forced himself to stand up straight and walk into the bar.

Inside, men were dancing and drinking, and more than one looked up with lust gleaming in their eyes as Will walked by. A good booster to his fragile ego - but then again, they didn't know that he had a tendency to sprout a tail now and then.

At the bar, he used the growl he'd been practicing to order a beer, then leaned back against the bar and surveyed the room, looking for anyone who might fit the description of Sucker.

There at the back of the room, half-hidden in shadows, was the man Will knew at first sight was the one he'd come to meet. Even though he was seated, Will could tell that the man was tall. Broad shoulders were packed into a tight black knit turtleneck that clung to his muscles like a second skin. His hair was the color of midnight, and his eyes were chips of glittering onyx. Full, sensuous lips tilted in a small, sinfully seductive smile when their gazes met.

Oh, yeah. That had to Sucker. Will felt his cock harden painfully, even as the sweat increased exponentially with his desire. Guzzling his Bud, he ordered another, took a deep breath that did little to calm his jittery nerves, and walked toward Sucker's table.


*


7:37 p.m.
[HirsuteNibbler]

I'm a nature freak who tends to bounce between hair lengths. Sometimes it's short, sometimes it's long, but it's always dark brown. My eyes are green, and I've been blessed with a good body via genetics. I like to run, like my meat on the rare side. I dislike strong smells and high-pitched noises. No cat lovers, please.

Damian Mathews had memorized the short description of his date for that night. Hirsute sounded like just the type of guy Damian could sink his teeth into, in both the figurative and literal sense. He smiled to himself, shifting almost imperceptibly in his seat. His dick was already hard, just thinking about what he had planned for tonight.

Times were getting tough for vampires. The Age of Technology - burglar alarms, cell phones, pocket-sized mace - had made for slim pickings for a creature who relied on breaking and entering to get a meal. A guy couldn't simply fly into someone's bedroom, sex them up and drink his fill anymore - not unless he wanted himself to show up on the net in a video made by virtue of some spy cam.

But his opinion of technology had improved dramatically when Damian had discovered the joys of cyber dating. Suddenly, there was an entire world of lonely men who would do everything but crawl onto a silver platter and shove an apple in their mouths for him - and he was certain that there were a few out there who would get off on the whole suckling pig fantasy for that matter. Not only had Damian fucked and fed well since he'd joined the dating service, most of the time his dinner had picked up the tab for drinks first.

It was a win-win situation.

Now this Hirsute guy had contacted him. They'd messaged back and for a bit, all the usual crap about likes and dislikes, until they'd become a mutual admiration society of two. Then Damien had suggested they meet. He picked the Bucket 'o Blood bar out on Anderson because it was the most secluded gay bar he could find - and because the name of the place struck a chord in his sentimental heart.

And so here he sat, his six-foot frame folded into one of the wooden captain chairs, waiting for Hirsute to show up.

He'd already been hit on several times since taking his seat. Not that he could blame the humans - not only did he boast six-feet of solid muscle, a classically handsome face, and a crotch that was stuffed full to bursting, but his vampiric charisma was drawing them in like flies.

Sighing, he scrubbed a finger quickly over his front teeth. Sometimes not having a reflection was a pain, especially when you wanted to check to make sure you didn't have a big glob of unidentifiable white gunk stuck between your teeth. As a result, he'd become paranoid about his dental hygiene, always worried that he had a clump of broccoli sprouting bettween his teeth. At the moment they felt squeaky clean and sharp, and he popped a mint into his mouth for good measure.

Suddenly, he felt a presence enter the bar. At first, Damian thought it might be another vamp. They were the only ones he knew of that exuded such a powerful presence and electrifying energy. But the man who'd walked in, a stud dressed in black leather, didn't have the pallor normal for a nightwalker. He was tanned, deeply so, and handsome enough to make Damian's cock sit up and take notice.

He watched as the man walked to the bar and ordered. Watched his throat muscles work as he swallowed from the longneck bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing. Oh yeah, this was a guy Damian would love to know up close and personal. And when he looked over in Damian's direction and their eyes met, he knew.

The guy had to be Hirsute.

Damian let his lips form an inviting smile, and inwardly thanked the vampire gods for the Internet as the tall man with a killer body ambled in his direction.


*

Will could feel the heat in the man's gaze crawl over him from head to foot and back again. Dark eyes that smoldered with it met his, burning directly into his soul. Within his chest, his heart crisped around the edges, and within his pants, his cock burned with lust.

If that's what this guy's look alone was going to do to Will, he shivered to think of what his hands and tongue could do. This date might just prove to be the death of him - lucky wolf that he was.

Will wrenched his eyes away from the man's hypnotically sensual eyes, focusing in at a point on the bridge of his nose, too discomforted to maintain eye contact. He cleared his throat, hoping that when he opened his mouth he wouldn't squeak like a chew toy. "Sucker?" he asked, almost too afraid to hope that he was correct in his assumption that the man was his date.

"Hirsute?" Oh, Lord. His voice was almost a physical entity, low-pitched and rumbling. It was audible sex, caressing Will's ears like silk and making him even harder than he'd thought possible. Will managed a nod.

"Please, join me."

Oh, Will would join him all right. And in any position Sucker desired - although for obvious reasons, Will preferred doggy-style. Still, Will decided on the spot that he'd fuck Sucker while swinging from a chandelier if that's what floated Sucker's boat.

He took a seat opposite Sucker, placing his beer down on the table in front of him. "Nice to meet you face to face," he said, thinking about what else he had that would like to meet Sucker's face - directly between those delectable, full lips.

"You, too. I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised. Usually the dates I meet up with from the service are, shall we say, less than honest about their appearance? You, however, were quite modest when describing yourself."

Will felt himself blush. His cock was begging to be set free, and Sucker's compliment made it nearly impossible to resist the urge to unzip himself and plop it out right on the tabletop. He felt the stirrings within the pit of his belly that heralded his Change, felt the rippling along his skin that marked the hair growth that would accompany his transformation. Damn it! He grit his teeth, forcing it to back down by sheer force of will. He would not Change in the middle of a crowded bar. He would not. Think of something un-sexy, he thought. Mother. Mother naked. Okay…better. "Thanks. You look really good, too." Oh, shit. How lame can you get? Why don't I just shove a pair of taped-up glasses on my face and wear a pocket protector?

Luckily, Sucker didn't seem to mind that Will was acting like a first class geek. "Have you had many dates from the service, Hirsute?"

"Call me Will. No, I haven't. First one, really." Down boy, he thought, trying to discreetly adjust himself so that the zipper of his pants didn't bite so painfully into his erection.

"Oh. I've had several, Will. And you may call me Damien."

"So, Damien…er…" Suddenly Will found himself without a blessed thing to say. Nice weather we're having? How about those Braves? Wanna go somewhere and fuck like rabbits? All he knew was that the conversation had better get interesting and fast, or he was going to lose his battle against both the Change and his demanding prick.

"Suppose we cut to the chase, Will."

"Come again?"

"Well, we'd need to come once before we can come again. No need to get ahead of ourselves," Damien grinned. Good Grief, the man had a killer smile. Bright, white, teeth, except for that tiny bit of something caught between his incisor and bicuspid.

"What? Oh, you mean…um…"

"Sex. It's called sex, Will. You do know what sex is, right?"

"No need to get snippy, Damien. I know what sex is. I've had sex. Lots," Will growled, so hard now that he was beginning to lose the ability to tap into his extensive vocabulary. At this point, he was lucky he wasn't just grunting.

"Sorry," Damien said, not looking sorry at all. "But that really is the reason why we got together tonight, isn't? Let's be perfectly honest with each other. We came here tonight to get laid."

"I came to meet you," Will tried to protest, but something in Damien's eyes pulled the truth out of his mouth with no less difficulty than if the man had been using a pair of pliers. "And to get laid. Yes, you're right."

"Fine, then. I like you, Will. You're just my type. Let's blow this Popsicle stand and get a room."

That was it? It was that easy? "Don't you want to get something to eat first?"

Damien laughed, his deep rich voice rolling over Will in velvet waves. "Oh, don't worry about me. I usually eat afterward."

"Okay," Will said, wondering if he could manage to stand up and walk upright with the raging hard-on he had developed. "Let's go. There's a motel not far from here - the Evergreen. I'll meet you there."

Damien nodded, stood up and slipped his arms into a flowing, black leather coat. God, the parts of him that had been hidden under the table were every bit as nibble-worthy as the top half of him. Again, Will had to fight the Change that threatened to rearrange his chromosomes. He reached up and touched his jaw, knowing that he'd find that his five o'clock shadow had progressed into the ten o'clock range. In another few minutes, he'd have a full beard. Maybe the ride on the Harley to the motel will cool my jets a bit, he thought as he followed Damien out of the bar. It had better, or he'll be fucking Cousin Itt by time we get down to it.

Damien drove a sleek, black Jag, a car that was every bit as sexy as its owner. He pulled out of the lot with Will's bike roaring right behind.


*

The Evergreen was a ramshackle collection of tiny cabins clustered at the side of the highway, sandwiched between the Peek-a-Boo Lounge and a gas station/convenience store/truck stop. It was seedy, but it was the only hotel that didn't ask for identification and that rented its rooms by the hour.

Bungalow 9, the key chain in Damien's hand read. He smiled at Will, who stood next to him silently, not saying a word. My, but the man has a heavy beard, Damien thought as he stuck the key into the lock and twisted it. He felt his groin tighten pleasantly as he wondered what those scratchy whiskers would feel like rubbing between his thighs.

The room was sparse, to say the least. There was a full sized bed, a nightstand and a tiny bathroom. One small chest of drawers. No television. Not a single amenity other than a box of tissues, two threadbare towels, and a small, paper-wrapped bar of soap. It sure as hell wasn't the Ritz. It was a motel room created for one purpose and one purpose only - fucking. A purpose to which Damien intended to put it immediately.

He shrugged off his coat, feeling his fangs lengthening as he began to unbutton his shirt. Turning around, he saw that Will had already removed his and was working on his pants. His fly was unzipped and he'd already pulled them down past his hips.

Holy shit! The chest that Will had exposed was broad, heavily muscled, and nearly covered with dark brown hair. Damien had never bedded a bear before, but there was a first time for everything, and this man was practically ursine. Intriguingly, a gold ring pierced his right nipple, giving Damien the sudden urge to take it between his teeth and tug, just a bit. Unable to resist, he stepped closer and ran his fingers through the hair on Will's chest, feeling its crinkly texture under his palms. He noticed that Will's left bicep sported a wolf's head tattoo, obviously fairly new, and Damien leaned in and ran his tongue over the brightly colored skin.

Will growled. Damien could feel the rumble under his fingers, and he looked up from Will's chest into his eyes. Green, Will's eyes were half-hooded with desire. Beautiful. Will really is a handsome man, Damien thought, letting his eyes travel over the rest of Will's face. I lucked out this time.

What the fuck? With a start, Damien realized that Will's scruff was now a full beard, completely covering the lower half of his face. Startled, Damien hissed, his incisors dropping down to their full, deadly length.

"Whoa! What's with the dental work?" Will blustered, stepping back. The muscles under his skin seemed to be rippling, growing until they bulged with raw strength. Hair was spreading over the rest of him, too, covering his shoulders and arms.

"Never mind that! What's going on with you? You're looking like the fucking poster boy for Hair Club For Men!" Damien yelled back, his eyes bulging as they followed the spread of hair. It thickened across Will's chest, down over his washboard stomach, disappearing under the waistband of his jockeys.

Which brought Damien's attention to the substantial bulge in those jockeys. For a moment, Damien forgot the hairy sideshow that was attached to it as he gazed with longing at the thick, hard erection that strained under the thin material.

"I'm a werewolf."

"Say again?" Damien blinked, forcing his eyes up to meet Will's. "A what?"

"Werewolf. You know…even a man who's pure at heart and says his prayers by night…c'mon, you must have seen the movies!" Will said, his voice deepening and becoming gravelly as his mouth shifted and elongated into a muzzle. Funny, but that gravelly, growly voice was doing funky things to Damien's nether regions.

"Yeah? Well I'm a vampire," Damien said, pulling back his lips to let Will get a good gander at his teeth. "I get to top."

"Bullshit!" Will roared, as his muscles swelled and tore his pants and jockeys to shreds. Something else morphed as well, growing far larger and thicker than any normal human being's appendage could ever hope to be. No longer fettered by his jockeys, Will's cock grew to be the stuff of legends. "By the way, Mr. I'm-A-Vampire-So-I-Always-Get-To-Top, you've got something stuck in your teeth."

"Shit!" Damien hissed, half-turning around and digging at his teeth with his fingernail. He turned back, baring his teeth. "Is it gone?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. Look at you. All that hair…all those muscles…" Damien said, forgetting about their argument and the fact that Will had grown an instant full-body toupee. He couldn't help himself. Will's cock was far too tempting. He'd never seen anything like it, not in all his centuries of walking the earth. Stepping closer, he wrapped his fingers around its girth.

Or tried to, at least. His fingers didn't quite make it all the way around. "Oh, man, you're so fucking hot!" he cried, sliding his hand up Will's velvety shaft. He was rewarded with a growl of pleasure rumbling in Will's chest. Sinking to his knees, Damien opened his mouth as wide as it would go. The head of Will's cock barely fit between his incisors. It was a snug fit, but worth the effort of holding his jaws open.

Will tasted of primal loam, rich and earthy. His flavor danced on Damien's taste buds, thick with salty precum. The hair that grew from Will's groin was long and silky, and tickled his nose with Will's musky scent. Damien's head swam with it, and he sucked hard, trying to pull in as much of the intoxicating flavor in as he could.

A growl from above him shattered his single-minded pursuit of semen. Flicking his eyes upward, he saw green eyes dark with lust staring back. Will's hands pulled on his shoulders, forcing him to release Will's cock and rise to his feet.

"Naked. You. Naked. Now," Will snapped, as Damien watched him rip off the shredded remains of his own clothes. Moving at a speed only vampires are capable of, Damien stripped down, his body already hot and hard and ready.

"Ni-ice," Will rumbled. His hands slid over Damien's body, the hair on his palms tickling at Damien's skin. "Good enough to eat." Damien hoped that he meant that figuratively as Will dropped to his knees and took Damien's cock into his mouth.

Wolves, evidently, had mouths as hot as volcanoes, because as Damien's cock came in contact with Will's soft tongue, he feared it would melt right off his body. They were talented too, it seemed. Will was doing things to his cock that had Damien mewling like a kitten - and getting ready to come in gallons, if he allowed Will to keep at it any longer.

"Enough," Damien said hoarsely, pulling at Will's pointy ears. "Need to fuck."

"On the bed. On your knees," Will growled, his green eyes glittering.

"I always top- "

"On. The. Bed," Will snarled, his jaws snapping. Well, maybe just this once, Damien thought, raising an elegantly arched brow. He was getting a little turned on by Will's alpha wolf act. Okay, a lot turned on. His cock was seeping like a leaky faucet, and his balls felt painfully swollen. Although how Will planned on fitting that monster cock into Damien's asshole was going to be interesting - and probably painful. Good thing I'm immortal, Damien thought, because this would likely kill me if I weren't.

He crawled up on the bed, the springs protesting in loud, angry creaks. Lowering his head onto the musty-smelling pillow, he raised his ass into the air. Suddenly, it occurred to him that they didn't have any lubricant.

And just as suddenly realized that they didn't need any when Will's warm, long tongue began to lap at his asshole. It tickled at the rim, circling, then slid inside him. Damien gasped, his body shuddering with waves of pleasure. Getting fucked by Will's tongue was an experience beyond anything Damien's rather fertile imagination could have conjured up. It went stiff inside Damien's body, hard and hot and curling to hit his prostate, sending quaking tremors of pleasure through him.

He began bucking back into Will's mouth, slipping his hand under his belly and stroking himself. Will's tongue moved faster, fucking him hard, until Damien's body seized with an orgasm that nearly stopped his heart. He came hard, harder than he could ever remember coming before. Great waves of ecstasy rolled over him, curling his toes and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. His orgasm was so strong that he almost didn't feel Will's tongue retreat, replaced by something enormous, as hard as rock, and as hot as lava.

Almost.

Not quite.

It was like getting assfucked by a steel girder. Damien felt himself stretched wide, to his limit and beyond. His asshole burned like the very fires of Hell as it strained to accommodate Will's girth, and Damien moaned and bit into the pillow, his incisors tearing through the cheap foam.

Slowly, he felt himself filled to the brim with werewolf cock. His body eventually adjusted and he relaxed, beginning to enjoy the fullness and heat. "Ride me, wolfie," he whispered, spitting out the pillow and looking back over his shoulder at Will. He received a grunt in reply, and felt Will begin to move inside of him.

Never, in his wildest dreams, had Damien imagine that bottoming could be so pleasurable. He'd always topped. Always. After all, he was a vampire and they topped at everything, including the food chain. But this…this was incredible. No, more than incredible. It was fan-fucking-tastic and he felt his own cock rise again, filling and lengthening.

Pumping hard, Will drove his cock deeply inside Damien's body, until Damien could swear he tasted it at the back of his throat. Again, his hand strayed to his groin, his fist wrapping around his prick and stroking it in time to Will's mighty thrusts. The slap of flesh against flesh vied with the squeaking of the mattress springs as Will rode him to another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the first.

Damien actually felt his heart stop during this one, and again was glad that he was already one of the undead.

Behind him, Will roared, the sound reverberating in the small room. Damien felt his ass filled with gushes of liquid heat, as Will came with the force of a fire hose. Damien was almost surprised that he wasn't blown straight into the headboard by the force of Will's cum jetting into his ass. Eventually it stopped, and he felt Will withdraw from his body. Damien let himself drop down onto his belly, facedown in the shredded foam of the pillow, too weak to even move.

"Oh, God, that was phenomenal," he whispered, feeling Will's warm, hairy body curl up next to him.

"Mmm," Will mumbled. "Be ready for more in a few minutes."

"More?" Damien gasped, using the last dregs of his energy to roll over and look at Will. "Are you kidding?"

"No. Werewolves are a pretty virile bunch. I can do this four or five times tonight, if your ass would hold out."

"No way. I can't even fucking move," Damien sighed. "I haven't eaten yet, either. My strength isn't at full force."

"So, we'll get some food. I could eat, too. How about a dozen or so burgers, hold the buns?"

"I don't eat fast food. Well, I do, but not the kind fast enough to get away," Damien said, managing a weak chuckle.

"Huh?"

"I'm a vampire, remember? I drink blood, Will. McDonald's doesn't usually stock Type-O shakes."

Will looked confused for a minute, then brightened. "Oh! I get it. Okay, look…you can have a few sips, but don't fucking drain me, okay?"

"From the feel of the sheets, I've already drained you," Damien grinned. His stomach growled when Will snuggled closer and bared his throat. Will's hairline had receded quite a bit - his throat was practically hairless again. Damien could smell the blood pounding in his jugular just beneath the surface of his skin. Using the last vestiges of his energy, he lifted his head and sank his fangs into Will's throat.


*

Throughout the night, growls, howls, and the occasional Transylvanian curse drifted from Bungalow 9, floating across the quiet courtyard of the Evergreen Motel. Just before the sun came up, Damien and Will parted company.

"I really had a good time tonight, Will said, leaning in for a kiss. He loved kissing Damien - his lips were full, soft and warm, his mouth was hot and sweet and tasted like peppermint.

"Me too. Can I see you again?" Damien asked. He was walking a bit funny, as if he had a load in his pants, but Will was too polite to point that out. No sense in hurting the vampire's feelings, especially since Will knew he was the cause of Damien's curious git-along.

"I'd like that. No human was ever able to take me all in, you know. Not without splitting open like a ripe melon," Will confided.

"Ew, nice mental image," Damien laughed, nipping at Will's bottom lip. "I'll call you, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Will smiled. He watched Damien slide behind the wheel of his Jag and pull out, waving as he turned onto the highway.

Not a bad first date, Will thought as he straddled his Harley. He'd need to push it to get home before first light. Not that the sun would hurt him - he worked on his tan every chance he got. He wanted to get home before anyone could see him. Shifting last night had shredded his pants and underwear and he was forced to ride home with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

All things considered, it had been the best night of Will's life. Damien had enjoyed himself, too, he'd said. Will grinned to himself as he drove away from the motel. First thing he was going to do when he got home was cancel his membership in the dating service, he decided. He had the distinct feeling that he wouldn't need it anymore after tonight.

After all, once you've had a werewolf, you were ruined for anyone else. Especially when the wolf in question was a dangerous one with tattoos and nipple rings, who rode a Harley and crunched numbers in battles to the death. They should make a video game about him, Will decided. Wolf Accountant - Your Number's Up, for the Playstation III.

He was still grinning as he pulled onto the highway and roared off, his towel flapping in the wind.

~ End

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