Witnessed by the Bloody Harvest Moon

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Michael had once related to an "aquaintance" who doubted the wisdom of owning a wolf that when Toboe had been abandoned by his pack he'd taken him in and tamed him and raised him. When he himself had sustained a crippling injury it was Toboe that helped him overcome it. To be able to walk and do things like a normal person again despite the doctors doubts. He credited no one- not even himself- so much as Toboe for his recovery. So it was really a blessing that he'd found the wolf.

Toboe, weighing as much as a young teenager, made rather a large dog, which wasn't surprising, considering his heritage. As wolves went he was large enough to be an Alpha through sheer size and muscle mass, he was quite fearsome to play fetch with. Certainly no one wanted to wrestle him though he was rather playful and acted like a puppy though his true age was indeterminate. Michael thought he might be a stray Canadian Timberwolf considering his unusually large size and brownish red fur. Gray wolves were usually somewhat smaller than Timberwolves weighing in between seventy and one hundred pounds while Toboe's last visit to the vet had put him at slightly above one hundred and thirteen pounds, rather larger than a Gray wolf.

Unlike his age and origin there was one thing that was certain about Toboe. He loved Michael. He loved his hazel eyes with their flecks of blue and the unnatural black of his hair. He especially loved the color of his skin. Such a nice pale olive sort of tone with lots of little brown speckles that humans called 'freckles' (apparently something that developed from sunlight though how that happened was quite beyond him.) The speckles just begged to be licked and he did, whenever he got the chance. He loved how he tasted even when he was all sweaty and 'gross.' He still loved it. It was loads better than doggy kibble (which Toboe tried to eat as little as possible, usually only when he was really hungry and Michael wasn't home to guilt into giving him a steak or whatever it was he happened to be eating for dinner.)

Yes, Toboe loved everything about his savior. He'd tell you this himself if he could. He'd loved Michael for as long as he could remember. Every night he prayed to the Moon to make him human so he could be with his love. One night, it happened. But it wasn't the Moon that had granted his prayers. Rather, it was the Demon within him. The same Demon that had enabled him to heal swiftly from what might have been fatal wounds from a fight he'd been in with another wolf one night. Toboe learned to control this ability and he could change from Wolf to human. But still, though it had been his prayer, he wasn't with his love.

In his wishful thinking it hadn't occurred to him that things didn't work out exactly like fairytales. Michael might not want him anymore, if he discovered that he was a Wolf Demon and not simply a wolf. So each night he crept from his bed and made himself human. It didn't bother him to be naked but sometimes he got cold so he'd put on Michael's terry-cloth robe because it smelled like him. And sometimes he'd go and watch his Master sleep and yearn for him. For what he couldn't have. And so, despite having his wish of being human, Toboe never expected to have Michael.

But sometimes unexpected things happen. Like the phone ringing in the middle of the night. Which it never usually does because the few people who ever call aren't stupid enough to bother Michael when he's asleep. It was a wrong number. But Michael had woken. Michael had answered. Michael had caught him lingering in the doorway wearing his bathrobe and watching him sleep. And to this day neither Michael nor Toboe could tell you what had possessed Toboe's Master to climb out of bed and not to strike him as he might an intruder. But to kiss him.

Michael must be a natural kisser because he claimed not to like men or women and to Toboe's knowledge had never been with one. He did his best to mimic his Master as he kissed back, just wanting to make him happy. To keep him from being angry. With only the harvest moon to witness through the window, Michael gave in to the weakness of lust and pressed the teenaged form back against his bedroom wall, his hands deftly undoing his own robe, the fabric parting to give him access to the healthy peaches and cream colored skin underneath. It was so soft and tender he wanted to mark it up, to be a little rough and much to his surprise the more rough he was in playing with his nipples and kissing and biting the boy's neck the more Toboe moaned.

Toboe wanted to return the favor, to make his Master feel as good as he was feeling. He reached out and helplessly petted Michael's soccer-toned body. He moved his hands over the handsomely colored skin that he loved so much, mapping out the feel of the musculature underneath. He found many new things to love about Michael. The way he felt under his hands as he so gently, so helplessly petted him, the way he smelled when he was aroused when he was now. The feel of his teeth making imprints in his neck and shoulder. His deft fingers with their little short nails that toyed with and pulled upon his nipples which he found surprisingly and delightfully sensitive for such otherwise useless bodyparts.

He also loved his tongue inside his mouth, and his lips upon his. He loved the feel of his hands running down his arms, divesting him of the borrowed robe. And the sight of His master removing the soft cotton lounge pants he usually slept in was a sight that he especially loved. He'd seen him naked before, it was true. But to see him naked like this. To see his cock heavy and aroused because of him was something he thought he'd never see. Lust-darkened hazel eyes watched him as he lowered himself to the unfamiliar purely human position of kneeling. He wanted to taste him. To taste the moisture at the tip and taste the skin in a part of him that he'd never tasted before. He lapped at the head, a vaguely bitter and salty taste bursting over his tongue. Though as he licked along the length of him it was more a musty, dark flavor. But not one he didn't like.

The red moon stood as the only witness as Michael pulled Toboe by his reddish brown curls to his feet and gave him a push toward his bed. He himself disappeared into his bathroom, leaving the Wolf Demon confused. Was he going in there to take care of his erection by himself? Was he rejecting him for what he'd done? Was he disgusted by him? Did he wanted him to go away? Such were the saddening thoughts that chased through his head. Making him lower his head and whimper a little. He was preparing to change back into his wolf form and go curl up on his extra-large doggie bed all alone when Michael reappeared with a little tub in his hands. It was the same little tub Toboe's Master had purchased not long ago when he'd had a cough and sat with the contents spread over his chest, which made him feel better.

Of course, Michael knew the stuff as Vaseline. The mentholated kind. But it was the only sort of lubricant he had in the house because, well, he told himself that he didn't like people and he rarely if ever even masturbated and then only guiltily in the shower. But he did know the mechanics of having sex with men and women. It was the sort of thing men tended to talk about when alone and Michael had heard enough boasting and lewd jokes to understand. He pushed the short young-adult back onto his bed with one hand in the middle of his chest. Toboe scrambled up the bed until his head was near the top, moving back as Michael, crawled up the bed, advancing on him. He set down the tub and kissed him again, washing away his fears and making him moan again.

His keen ears heard a odd noise, the sound of the tub being opened, he decided later and then cool, slick fingers were touching him in a very strange spot. And then one of them slipped inside him and it was weird but it didn't hurt and it felt pretty good, especially the tingly feeling so he let it go on even when a second finger entered him. They moved in and out of him and then began to make a funny motion inside of him that stretched the ring of muscle some more. When a third slick finger slid inside him it was slightly uncomfortable and he whimpered a little which earned him a hand stroking his cock, a sensation that distracted him easily enough from the feel of three fingers stretching him.

Finally the fingers withdrew and he sighed soft, wondering what was coming next. There was a pause and then something slick and much larger than Michael's fingers had been started to press into him and it hurt and he whimpered again, louder this time. It hurt but it wasn't the same kind of hurt as stepping on something sharp. It was the sort of hurt he'd felt when Michael bit his neck and his little short nails scratched at his nipples. It felt good and his cock continued to stand at attention as Michael pushed what Toboe could see, when he finally opened his eyes, was his Master's erection, inside him. He spread his legs wider so it would be easier for his beloved Master to push in.

Michael seemed to be enjoying it. He moaned like Toboe had done earlier and seemed to have to pause to catch his breath when he was fully inside the Wolf Demon. He opened his mouth to speak but Michael silenced him with another kiss as he started to withdraw his cock. Toboe whined and his soft and overly dextrous human hands scrabbled to find something to grip onto, to pull him back in but couldn't manage it and he just left his human with scratches. But to his delight, when Michael's cock had nearly left him it pushed back inside. Michael repeated the action and liked it because he moaned. He moaned more when Toboe's hands clumsily touched his nipples. Toboe got more bites to the neck. They'd be all healed by morning he knew, but he liked the feel of them now.

And then, quite suddenly, on one of the thrusts in his Master's cock touched something inside him that felt quite wonderful and made him cry out loudly. Michael grinned at him, perhaps a little ferally and from then on tried his best to bump his cock into that spot each time he thrust again inside the Wolf Demon. There was a very strange, hot coiling in his stomach that grew and grew until it nearly hurt and then finally exploded. He came, spraying both of their bellies with semen and his entrance spasming and clenching hard around Michael's cock. Something that his Master definitely liked because he groaned and then flooded his inside's with what he assumed was come.

Michael was kind enough not to collapse on top of the boy when he did collapse on his bed. That had definitely been much better than touching himself in the shower, he mused a while later when his mind started coming back to him. Speaking of showers... they were both awfully sticky. He turned toward his partner to suggest a shower and he realized something he hadn't noticed before. The boy was wearing Toboe's collar. It was the chain kind, but not a choke chain, just a circle of links that hooked together and had his tags on it. Michael pulled at it.

"Where did you get this?" He demanded. Toboe's reflective golden eyes widened.

"It's mine, Master. You gave it to me." Toboe said softly. It seemed like a ludicrous statement but the shade of the boy's hair and his strange eyes were exactly like those of his wolfhound.

"Toboe?"

"Yes, Master. Michael. I love you." He smiled happily.

"But-"

"Please can we.. I'm all sticky. I- I don't know how to explain." Michael sighed.

"Shower?" He asked and Toboe nodded. They climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom for a shower. The shower was going well as showers went, with some awkwardness of their being in their together but Michael found himself distracted by the way the water slid down the Wolf Demon's skin. Despite how much he'd marked it up his bites and scratches were beginning to fade, to heal, almost before his eyes. He reached around Toboe, who was currently having some difficulty getting soap to make a lather on the loufa and touched his cock. He gasped in surprise, a little hitch in his breath and became almost instantly hard. "You're so beautiful like this." He whispered as though it was wrong to say it.

"Thank you." Toboe said softly back and arched so his bottom was pressed against his Master's crotch, the action stirring a reaction in the seemingly older man, much to his surprise. Michael didn't know he was capable of becoming aroused again so quickly. "Please? Again?" Toboe asked and it was obvious what he wanted. Michal frowned in concern.

"But- so soon... wont I hurt you?"

"I like the hurt. Please?" It was as hard to deny the golden brown eyes now when they were begging for sex as it was when Toboe was a wolf, begging for steak or some of Michael's dinner. Toboe braced his hands against the wall of the shower and Michael's hand settled comfortably on his hips gripping them tightly to hold him in place as he pressed his cock inside him again. He almost pulled out when he was met with whimpers but the begging to continue that came after the whimpers was irresistible. He pressed to be fully inside him, chest to back with the boy.

His mouth worked over his neck and shoulders, biting him some more as he thrust in and out of him, trying once again to find his prostate. It was easier this go round and he found it and so tried to hit it as he thrust in. One of his hands moved from his hips to twist and pull on his nipples, actions that had Toboe pushing back against him needily. Somewhat embarrassingly he felt the need to come what felt like far too soon so he slid his hand down, caressing the boy's stomach and then taking his cock in his hand, stroking him as he thrust into his body. The sexiest thing about this encounter was that Toboe moaned Michael as he came and his muscles clamped down around him again making him moan and come inside him.

They managed to actually get washed off without too much trouble and after drying off, as though to prove himself Toboe became a wolf before his eyes and then went back to being human again.

"You're not mad at me?" He asked, looking up at his savior.

"No. Of course not. I've always told myself that I don't like people. Men or women. But you're... well you're not and still love you."

And as they cuddled up in Michael's bed Toboe smiled at the harvest Moon that looked in on them. So perhaps she hadn't answered his prayer to make him human. He still wasn't after all, he just looked like one sometimes. But maybe she'd answered his other prayer.