Bite

AN: This fic is a Gift-Fic as part of an art-trade for a friend on Y!Gallery. You can see her profile at http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/jefferystrider/

And all she wanted was a werewolf story with sex in wolf form. O.O And I was only too happy to help! You can view the pics she made for me at her page, or my page which is under the same username as here.

This is a bit longer than I intended for the trade, but she gave me TWO pics so I made it longer for her. ^_^ Enjoy, dear!




Eclipse...

A Lunar Eclipse...

There's gonna be a Lunar Eclipse tonight...

Simon was, to put it lightly, in deep shit.

Not only was tonight going to be his first Lunar Eclipse, but his Uncle Gregory was also out of town on sudden business.

And Simon was fucked.

He couldn't go to his uncle's safe house, because the door only locked on the outside, and he'd be able to get free, and he had nowhere else to hide. He wasn't a member of the pack yet, and they wouldn't harbor him during the Change until he could prove he was worthy.

Truthfully, Simon thought they could all go fuck themselves, and he didn't really want anything to do with those self-righteous assholes, but they did offer protection. They knew how to deal with all this, how to keep him from...hurting anyone.

But right now, there was no one.

That was the reason Simon was running blindly through the woods as the sun set in the distance, his feet sending dirt and rocks flying as he pumped his legs as fast as he could. Uncle Gregory had warned him that, if ever he were unable to be locked up, then Simon should just get as far away from people as he could. And the Miller Preservation worked nicely. Three thousand acres of thick, covered forest, protected by the government and devoid of human life. Nothing but animals and plants to keep him company.

Here, he'd be safe.

And so would everyone else.

But Simon was still scared. His uncle had refused to tell him just exactly why a Lunar Eclipse was so dangerous, but Simon knew something big was going to happen. Every time he'd brought it up, Uncle Gregory had started to laugh in that really dark way of his, and he'd slapped Simon on the shoulder, lewdly asking him if he was still a virgin.

And Simon...well, Simon didn't really think that was worth talking about. It was a private matter really.

At a vast clearing, he skidded to a halt, bare toes digging into the dirt. Already, his blood felt thick, pumping through his veins like molasses. Oddly enough, he only felt more powerful from that, like if he tried, he could tear the very ground from the Earth and heave it into space. The feeling was intoxicating, like he was invincible, yet the Change itself, was excruciating.

Even as he thought it, the first crack of his joints heralded the Change, and he frantically tore at his pants, which was the only item of clothing he had on except for his boxers, and stripped himself down to his skin. The pants and underwear were flung to the side, and he crouched on the balls of his feet, bringing his palms to the ground and breathing heavily.

For a second, only the night birds could be heard. Then, as the last strip of sunlight disappeared over
the horizon, he howled in pain, arching his back, as his spine shattered.

One thing that most people didn't understand about this, the myth of what he was, was that they made the mistake of assuming that it only happened when the full moon shone. Yet, that was sadly false. Simon would have preferred to only have the Change when the moon shone full, but he was cursed to experience it as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. If there was a full moon supposed to happen on that night, then as soon as the light disappeared, he began the Change. And it varied on when it would end, but always before the first morning's light pinkened the sky.

A deep scream of gut-wrenching pain tore from his throat, and turned wet as he dropped his head and vomited blood, emptying what precious fluids seeped into his organs as they split apart and reformed. He was reduced to gasping and screaming as his bones all splintered and then grew over twice as big in his torso and head. The delicate pink skin of his body stretched and grew soft, almost feeling as if it were melting, and Simon bite his own tongue in half to help distract from the pain of his skin burning away.

Sometimes, Simon was lucky enough to pass out from the pain, but more and more often, as his body grew used to the monthly transformations, he was able to keep consciousness. His uncle had told him gravely that as time went on, Simon would even grow used to this. And he had to laugh at that, even as the laugh turned into a whimper when his fingers all broke and lengthened. How could he ever get used to this?

His skull split in half and new bone mass pushed through, forming a long snout and pushing his ears up to the top of his head. Bridges of cartilage sprouted up, forming a long snout, and wickedly pointed teeth sprouted from his jaw. His bitten tongue healed and grew longer and thinner, filling his mouth before his mouth formed around it.

The first stage of Change faded away, and Simon was given a moment's respite, laying there on the ground quite disfigured and malformed. His arms were all knobbly and stuck out at odd angles, and his legs had grown slightly shorter and his hips had tilted. The overall effect had him looking like a large bald chihuahua, only more vicious and bulkier, with residual human characteristics. He'd only seen himself once in this stage, a casual glance in a mirror, and it had scared the shit out of him. But he could breathe for a minute. The next stage wasn't so bad compared to the first stage.

A slight ripple warned him off the oncoming second stage, and he raised himself onto shaky...paws? Well, they weren't really paws yet, but they were getting there. All the bones were formed; they just had to mold and his skin had to form around it. Another ripple made him shake his shoulders, huffing in irritation as the itching started. It was nowhere near as bad as the pain, but it still had him whimpering. A thousand imaginary ants crawled over his skin, and he shook and wiggled to try and alleviate the discomfort. He lumbered over to a nearby tree and began to rub against it, and a pleasure-filled moan dripped from his mouth as he scratched against the rough bark.

From where the itching intensified, a layer of thick brown fur sprouted out, covering him in a soft coat of downy hairs. Then the itch grew even stronger as the second layer of fur grew out, more coarse than the first layer, yet still soft to the touch and white as snow.

As Simon's body grew closer to the end of the change, he felt his mind growing hazy and he grew confused, less aware of what was happening, and more in tune with the forest around him. He was less concerned with why his Uncle Gregory had left him alone, and more concerned with the nearby family of rabbits hiding in a nearby burrow by the edge of the clearing. They smelled delicious.

And something else made him shake his still-forming snout. Something warm rushed through him and made his groin ache, some undefinable heat that he'd never felt during the Change. It felt like...Like he was aroused. But the sheer pain of the Change made sure he'd never be able to maintain an erection. And yet...the pulse was there.

His body grew quiet as the final stages of the Change finished and his joints came together and his body completed it's growth and alterations. The last thought he had as Simon, was that the moon looked quite full and the Lunar Eclipse was about to happen. He hungered deep inside for something...

Then, Simon ceased to be Simon.

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Bastian was going out tonight. He needed to feed and tonight was the perfect night to do it. There would be a full moon and all the freaks always went out for that. Not that Bastian could really talk.

He himself was nothing short of an oddity. Almost 306 years old, but he didn't look a day over 25. His youthful appearance could only attributed to the fact that he was one of the undead.

Which really wasn't fair, because he was very much alive. All those rumors about being dead, were really just cruel. He had a reflection; he didn't shy away from garlic; he could be around crosses and churches, though he was an atheist and preferred not to be. And even though he drank blood, and loved it, he could still eat normal food. In fact, his favorite activity was getting a big bowl of popcorn and a glass of soda and sitting in front of his wide-screen TV and just watching movies until dawn. Another ignorance of his kind was that he couldn't go out into daylight, and that they only came out at night. But Bastian thrived in the sun.

True, it was after sunset now and Bastian was about to go out, but that was only because he was going into town to search for a willing partner. Nighttime just happened to be the best time to attract a date. Someone he could seduce and perhaps spend the night wrapped in their arms.

Bastian knew of his kind who took unwilling people, and many of them even killed their victims, but Bastian didn't condone that.

First off, just because he drank blood, didn't mean he liked to kill. And he never took anyone unwilling. He didn't need to. They all came willingly.

At 6'4” with dark black hair and light hazel eyes with thick dark eyelashes, he was quite attractive. His body was fit and muscled, graced with a light peppering of body hair and a nice tan color from his lazy days relaxing in the sun.

He lived alone, in the middle of some big woodland preserve, where his neighbors were birds and squirrels, and the occasional deer. He could even smell distant bears, because his senses had become so finely tuned over the years. If the Urge hit him too strongly and he couldn't get to humans in time, he could feed on animals, but it was too easy to kill them because they didn't have much blood in the first place, and it didn't quench him quite as much. Human blood made the fire inside of him go out for weeks, and he could live comfortably.

This week, he felt his blood singing particularly loudly, and he knew he had to hurry or his Urge would overtake him. Since his conversion 281 years ago, he'd only lost control once, a month after he'd been converted, and that had been dark. But he would not be focusing on that tonight. Tonight, he'd be looking for a companion for a fleeting night of passion.

Blood was always sweeter during sex.

He could find some flirtatious young girl, or maybe even an effeminate boy. As long as he was in control, he didn't really have a preference for the gender of skin wrapped around his body.

But then the morning would come and Bastian would go back to being alone. He would always be alone. For there weren't many of his kind left, and he had no desire to make any underlings. Being a Lord was not for him.

The only other he'd ever met was his superior who'd made him. And Lord Abram had been...cold.

Humans were delicious, but much too weak and they died too quickly. He had no intention of finding a partner and watching them die.

So, solitude it must be.

That was why he lived here, in a deceptively rustic cabin in the middle of the preserve. To the outside eye, it looked like an old hunting lodge, but inside was another story. He had five massive battery-powered generators hidden in his basement and camouflaged solar panels on his roof that recharged them daily, making sure he'd never be without power. In a nearby overhang of an old tree, he had a lean-to where he hid his dirt bike, a four-wheeler, and a brand-new jeep that he only ever used for his feeding nights. Other nights, he preferred the bike.

The sky was growing darker and stars were already visible. They twinkled overhead as he stepped outside and locked the door behind him, sticking his key ring into the pocket of his tight black jeans.

The lean-to was about fifty feet away from his front door, and through a couple of trees, but Bastian didn't fear the night. He himself was many times stronger than a normal man and possessed the ability to heal almost instantaneously. So the walk wasn't a challenge.

But for some reason...Bastian felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Almost casually except for the tensing of every muscle in his body, Bastian surreptitiously glanced to his sides, scoping out his surroundings. Nothing was visible, but there was a faint scent on the wind, coming from his left, on the other side of the lean-to, and he couldn't recognize it. It was something he'd never smelled before. Something...spicy and thick with musk.

There must be some sort of rutting...animal nearby. But...That didn't explain why all the nighttime creatures had fallen silent, or why Bastian suddenly felt dizzy.

There was a low growl to his immediate left, and he didn't even move, but his eyes blazed as he watched a savage face emerge from behind his make-shift garage.

A wolf.

A massive wolf.

Almost three times as big as a normal one and looking much more deadly. Shining in the full moon's light was a lush white coat of fur, seeming to be pure white and set with two eyes shining like jewels. Its paws were massive but made not a sound as it stalked forward, bright eyes never leaving Bastian's. The space between them was very slowly closing; small enough for him to notice that the wolf had two different colored eyes, one brown and one ice-blue; but Bastian found he could not move. A fear foreign to him coursed through his body, and he found his breath quickening.

But, underlying that fear, began a low burn in his nostrils that went straight down to his gut. That scent was...strong. It could only be from the wolf.

It was growling low and keeping its head to the ground, as if it were stalking some prey. But Bastian's senses told him there were no other animals in the surrounding area.

Except for him.

And while he knew he could easily overpower a normal wolf, and even a larger animal if need be, there was something about this wolf in particular that sent little tendrils of alarm shooting through him. If he tried to fight this animal, he would lose.

With the sudden desire to remain in one piece, Bastian jerked around and sprinted towards his house as fast as he could, determined to get inside.

But after his first frantic step, he was attacked from behind and thrown to the ground as massive paws met his back.

“Fuck!” He shouted, the air crushed from his lungs by heavy furred heat. Clawing at the ground, he fought to push the wolf off his back and get to his feet, but a set of razor-sharp teeth wrapped around his neck and forced him still. “Fuck.” He muttered again, somewhat aggravated. He really did not want to die tonight. A careful shift had the teeth tightening, so he relaxed, taking on a submissive posture even though he was loathed to do so.

Even if it saved his life, Bastian hated being submissive.

But...The desire to be in control was less prevalent than the desire to live, so he relented, flattening himself along the ground and untensing his muscles. The teeth immediately loosened, but didn't let go.

It didn't hurt. Instead, it was more warmth and hot breath on his neck, making his skin slightly moist. There was also a slick wetness that could only be drool. “Oh gross. You mangy mutt, if you ruin this shirt, I swear I'll kill you. Innocent animal or not. You'll be dead.”

His voice tried to be threatening, but he was mostly buried in the dirt and it came out somewhat muffled and garbled.

The growling shifted to a softer pitch and the teeth were abruptly gone. The heat at Bastian's back disappeared and he waited silently. Perhaps the wolf could sense what he truly was and got frightened off? Very slowly, so as not to provoke another attack, Bastian planted his hands by his face and pushed himself up a few inches from the dirt.

A vicious bark sounded at his side, and he was shoved back to the ground, that massive body forcing him back onto his stomach.

“Oh, fuck you, you great big fucker!” Bastian screamed, frustration seeping thick in his voice. “If you're gonna fucking kill me, then do it already!” He started squirming, trying to hassle the animal into just biting through his spine, but instead, the great bog mutt just sat on top of him, crushing the air from his lungs once more.

Then, unexpectedly, Bastian felt a warm rough tongue slid across the back of his neck and he froze.

A whimper in his ear made him jump. It had sounded far too...human. Like a scared little boy who was lost in the woods. So it was a male wolf.

Then it hit him. And he was so surprised at his own stupidity for not realizing it right away, that he laughed at himself. The full moon, the wolf's size, the intelligence in his eyes.

The wolf on his back was no ordinary wolf.

Which meant one of two things. Either he was definitely going to die, or, judging from what he knew about werewolf folklore, he was going to be converted.

Well, the attempt to convert would be made, but since he was already a vampire, it would not be successful. Vampires were immune to all diseases and blood-borne pathogens. Of course.

So, when the boy-wolf on his back realized that he wouldn't be getting a wolfy friend tonight, Bastian might get torn to shreds out of anger and confusion. And he was not looking forward to that.

The ground around his face, before illuminated by the bright light of the moon, now began to grow slightly darker and he glanced up, as much as he could, at the sky. There was a small sliver of the moon being covered by shadow. A lunar eclipse.

Oh no.

Bastian felt his insides ice over.

He'd heard from his superior that on nights of a lunar eclipse, werewolves turned feral and searched for a mate.

And it hit Bastian that since there were no werewolves that he could sense in the surrounding forest and not even any other regular wolves, the role of mate undoubtedly fell to...him.

“Oh...shit.” He began struggling again, more frantic this time, but those teeth descended on him immediately, clamping around his neck. “Listen, Wolfy! I ain't gonna be your bitch!” Bastian shouted, struggling against the pressure on the back of his throat and the ground pressed against his face, but the wolf was much stronger than him, something he'd never encountered before. His efforts were futile, and he couldn't get up. He was...

About to be fucked.

One massive paw planted on his back once more, and the teeth moved away, and Bastian felt heat near his ass. Without even looking, he knew from the telltale snorting sounds, that that wolf was sniffing his ass. “Oh Christ, that's weird. You dogs are so fucking-Ah!” A hot tongue lapped at his buttocks and he could feel the moisture of it leaking through his pants.

Then those sharp teeth snagged his waistband delicately, touching the skin of his back but not breaking it. Bastian felt a tug, once and hesitant, but his pants didn't have the desired effect apparently, because next there was more tugging and the sharp sound of ripping fabric. His pants gave way and were shucked down to his ankles, leaving him nude from the waist down. Bastian didn't wear underwear when he out looking for a bedmate. Which, in hindsight, now just made his rape easier.

Well, it didn't have to be rape exactly. From the men he'd taken before, he knew it could be quite enjoyable, but...

Then he made a decision, bringing his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his palm. Then he paused, and spat again, twice. Carefully so as not to spill his saliva, he slowly raised his hand and swung it around near his hips. A confused growl sounded by his ear and he paused.

“It's okay, I'm helping...You great mangy brute.” Then he tried moving again and nothing stopped him, so he placed his hand above the crack of his ass and overturned his palm, spilling the warm contents onto himself and grimacing slightly at the feel. He'd stretched enough willing partners, male and female, so he knew what had to be done. It'd never been done to him or to him by him, but he could do it, if it meant he'd be able to get some semblance of pleasure out of it.

He swirled his finger around his opening, making sure it was slick, then he just pushed it inside himself. It didn't hurt completely, but it was...uncomfortable. Perhaps because he wasn't actually aroused at all, so without delaying he slipped in another finger and moved them in and out slowly, trying to spread his fingers and stretch himself, but...it was odd and he hesitated.

An insistent snort behind him reminded him of his impending sexual misadventure and he clenched his free hand, making a fist and trying to squeeze as hard as he could to distract himself what his other hand was doing. It worked halfway and he spread his two buried digits, grunting a little as he scissored them in his ass. “God, fuck, this is fucked-up.” But the sound of panting made him shove a third finger in, and the discomfort became an odd ache, making him wince slightly. He didn't stop though, and kept stretching himself. He wasn't going very deep, just focusing on making sure the outer ring of muscles were able to take what he knew was going to be a very large beastly dick, and he even managed to force a fourth finger in, though it had him gasping in time with his movements.

Finally, he eased his fingers out of himself and lay there panting, suddenly feeling awkwardly loose in that area. He'd never be able to stretch a boy the same again, not after doing it to himself. And he still wasn't aroused, but the sudden cold wet nose buried in his crack didn't help one bit. “Whoa! Hey now! Let's not-” He cut off with a gasp as a hot tongue followed the nose and swipe over his anus. It felt...

Good.

Personally, he'd never been one for rimming, and he'd never done it or had it done to him...But now he was regretting it. Or maybe it was just different because it was a wolf tongue.

And that was just fucked up on so many levels. But Bastian, disgusted as he was, didn't protest. But, only because he didn't want to be attacked. Not that he even thought the wolf would get violent now anyway, but that was besides the point.

He remained still as that tongue licked at him, and he had vague thoughts about that old joke about dogs and peanut butter...

Then the tongue was gone, and the wolf shifted behind him, two paws coming to rest on either side of his head where it was pressed to the ground. Now the wolf was standing over him, surely strategically placed and Bastian closed his eyes, bracing himself because he was pretty sure the wolf wouldn't exactly be gentle.

But nothing happened. And Bastian didn't even breathe for fear he'd done something wrong. A sudden impatient bark made him jump, startling him. When Bastian still didn't move, another shrill bark sounded and he just lay there trying to think of what to do. The wolf barked again. “What?! What do you want?! I'm not doing anything!”

That large furry snout bent down towards his butt again and softly nipped at him.

“Hey!” Bastian jerked and lifted his hips, intending to move away, but a soft woof brushed past his ear. And it dawned on Bastian just what the wolf wanted. “Oh for fucks sake! You want me to help you fuck me?! Whatever! Fine! Hump away!” And he lifted himself onto his knees, keeping his face dejectedly to the ground.

Almost immediately, the wolf shimmied behind him and positioned himself. Bastian grit his teeth, readying for the pain he knew would come.

But there was none. Only a thick heat, feeling oddly slick against him, and a gentle nudge, then it was sliding inside him, slow and long and like he'd never felt before. It had him gasping, open-mouthed and eyes wide in shock. Nothing hurt, nothing tore, nothing even ached. When the pushing finally stopped and Bastian thought he'd get a moment to adjust, he grunted in surprise when the wolf just started thrusting, hips jerking and twitching very unevenly.

Bastian couldn't help but moan softly when his prostate was touched for the first time and he actually started to get hard from the throb of heat it caused. Each wayward clumsy push against it had him quietly moaning and striving to make it more direct, but he felt like he was being screwed by some inexperienced teenager or something.

Those sharp teeth returned to his neck and clamped around him, pinning him further though he'd had no intention of moving anyway as he finally began to sorta kinda enjoy what was happening to him. Completely without his permission, of course.

He felt the skin break on his neck as those teeth pierced him, and a fresh wave of heat spread from the puncture points to his cock, which had swelled and was now throbbing in time to the movement inside of him. It was almost too uncomfortable, the drag of the thick dick of the wolf, but he also got a perverse pleasure out of it. His animalistic tendencies when he got the Urge were coming back, no longer suppressed by his shock of seeing a Were, and they hit him full-force.

His stomach tightened painfully and his teeth started to lengthen, signaling his growing need for blood. But he didn't know how long this rut would last, and even though he was actually sorta getting into it, he had to feed before he became dangerous. The smell of the wolf's blood called to him, making his nose twitch excitedly, and he saw that one of the wolf's front legs was placed right near his face, close enough to bite.

Without even a thought to the consequences of his action, Bastian arched his neck to the side and bared his teeth, straining a couple inches to get a good grip, then he bit down, hard and piercing the skin.

There was the pop of punctured flesh, then hot sweet blood spilled into his mouth, making it throb in ecstasy, and Bastian gasped, teeth still firmly embedded in the wolf's front leg. He'd never had such a tasty bite-partner before, and he felt such fulfillment that he shuddered excitedly, moaning around where his lips were latched on.

The wolf didn't seem to notice the teeth but kept on humping away, making little whimpers and chuffing right by Bastian's ear with his teeth still buried in Bastian's neck.

With the taste of thick blood on his tongue and sliding down his throat, the odd sensation of furred haunches pressed against the backs of his thighs, and the rough feel of a foreign cock up his ass, Bastian was getting dangerously close to an orgasm. One that he couldn't quite tell if it be good or not.

“Oh, fuck, Wolfie!” He moaned, teeth dislodging from skin and lips breaking away red and shiny. Before his eyes, he watched as the boy's bite-mark healed instantaneously, and he blinked. The wolf had faster healing than even he did.

His tongue was still tingling and he felt his cock twitch, demanding attention, so he reached down with one hand and gripped himself, giving himself a few swift strokes. The wolf was keening now, movin quicker and harder, making Bastian's cheek scrape along the ground and he grit his teeth, ignoring it and knowing it'd mend by morning.

Suddenly, the wolf stilled, making one last panting woof, then he started arching into Bastian quickly, thrusting a few last times. Bastian grunted and jerked himself quicker. He didn't want to be left behind. And right as he felt his release creeping up, The wolf howled once, loud and clear, then there was what Bastian knew to be hot seed sprayed inside him, making him tingle oddly and making him freeze as he started coming. He had to brace himself on all fours as the fiercest release he'd ever felt tore through him, leaving him moaning high-pitched and shaky.

“Oh god! Oh god! Ahhn!” The ground beneath his legs was covered in cum and he shuddered as aftershocks as intense as the initial orgasm left him whimpering. It seemed to last forever, but eventually, he was able to get his bearings.

Bastian couldn't stop his body from twitching though, and his cock still pulsed like he was still coming, but there was nothing left. He felt the fur slide away from his sweat-soaked backside and the dick inside his ass slipped out, seeming to shrink more than was normal.

The wolf fell to the ground beside him and started making the most awful sounds as his body began to convulse. Bastian could only watch in horrified fascination as the poor thing began to assume his human form. The fur shed off the body, shucking away to reveal pink skin, clean and shiny with sweat, and those long awkward animal limbs shrank into more recognizable shapes. Paws became hands and fingers, the long slope of a wolf straightened into a shorter narrowing torso, and that pointed wide muzzle pulled back into an exhausted face. The convulsions slowed and the now-human breathed heavily, panting as his form stilled.

Bastian stared incredulously at the male before him.

A boy.

A scrawny lanky boy who couldn't be much more than fourteen. He was laying on the ground, eyes glazed, and Bastian could tell from his position on the ground that his eyes were mismatched even in human form. And his hair wasn't white like he would have expected, but a dark brown with white tips. As he watched, the kid's breathing evened out and he closed his eyes, suddenly going unconscious.

Bastian was impressed. He'd always thought that werewolves went unconscious for the whole change, but this boy had been awake the whole time, whimpering and crying out in what Bastian could only imagine was horrible pain.

Moving stiffly, as his whole backside stopped throbbing with pleasure and began to throb with slight pain, Bastian got to his feet, pulling up his pants and trying to button them even thought they were pretty much torn to shreds. It didn't really matter though, since he was still in front of his house.

Resignedly, he picked up the passed-out boy off the ground and carried him inside, wondering just where the naked kid had put his clothing.

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Simon groaned first, before his eyes could even creak open. Then, with an heavy sense of dread forming in his stomach for reasons unknown, he slit open one bleary brown eye, then when his surroundings didn't quite make sense, he followed with the ice-blue one.

It still didn't make sense. There was a ceiling over his head. A high wooden ceiling with thick wooden beams criss-crossing above. And when he finally regained sensation in his skin, he could tell he was laying on something soft, like pillows or even an actual mattress. And he had a large foreign shirt on. His body still ached though, and protested even the slight movement of turning his gaze slightly to the right towards the open space of the room he was in.

There was a dresser to his side, and on top of it, several small items that he couldn't quite make out because his vision was so blurry. A full-length mirror hung on the wall besides the dresser and on the other side was an open door.

After a moment to make sure he was completely healed and his body wouldn't go into painful spasms, Simon awkwardly propped himself up onto his elbows and glanced down to see what he was laying on. A blood-red sheet, soft like satin, spread out below him and for a second he brushed his fingers against it, then a soft footstep alerted him to a second presence in the room. Something was tossed onto the bed beside him and he jumped, all at once vulnerable again.

“I found those scattered throughout the woods.” Muttered a deep velvety voice from the doorway. “You really should find a place to store your clothes for after the Change, you know. Or else you'll be trudging home naked one of these days.”

Simon reached for the bundle beside him and felt them to be his clothes, and he rifled through them to find his glasses, which he fumbled for and slid onto his face. The room came into focus and he blinked, finally turning his sight to the door and the man that stood in it. He was tall and tan and really very good-looking, and Simon felt his mouth go a little dry.

“Well, did you hear what I said, kid?”

Simon growled at that, his lip curling up. “I'm not a kid, asshole.”

The man in the door blinked in surprise. “Whoa there, I was just asking you a question. And it's not like I know your name or anything.” He snorted through his nose and sighed somewhat angrily. “Besides, I figure after what you did last night, I should be able to say what I want to you, wolf-pup.”

Simon blinked, scratching his head. “What do you mean? What did I-?” Then he gasped, sitting straight up and his heart hammering in his chest. “Did I kill someone?! Oh shit, did I hurt somebody?!” Then he had another equally horrible thought and he got up onto his knees, eyes flashing behind his thick lenses. “Did I turn someone?! Did I make another one?!”

Light brown eyes rolled in annoyance from the doorway, and the man scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Calm down, puppy, no one got hurt. Just my pride.” With a heavy sigh, he stepped away from the archway and approached the bed.

Simon tensed, but then relaxed when the stranger only sat carefully on the edge of the soft mattress. His face was tight for a moment, as if expecting pain for some reason, then it softened as well. He expelled a heavy sigh, then turned to Simon expectantly.

“What?” Simon asked uncomfortably, squirming under the piercing gaze of those hazel orbs. From this close, Simon could see that the man's dark hair was black and shiny with a slight curl to it that fell down to the top's of his ears. A sudden picture of burying his nose in that hair flashed before his eyes, and he shook his head on confusion. Then he realized what the man had been calling him and he tensed again. “Fuck...You saw me as a...”

“Werewolf? Yeah, I guess I did. What's your name?”

Simon gaped at the stranger, a little taken aback. “Wait...Why aren't you freaking out? Most people don't even believe in werewolves.”

The man extended his hand and scowled. “My name is Bastian. Not Sebastian, just Bastian. What. Is. Your. Name?”

“Don't talk to me like I'm stupid, you fucker.” Simon growled.

Bastian threw his hands up and scoffed again. “Jeez, for someone so young, you sure do have shit for manners. Cussing like a sailor and can't even tell me your name. I mean, I have a habit of swearing when I'm nervous, but there's nothing here going to harm you, so there's no need for the rudeness. Your mother would be so disappointed.” He crossed his arms and peered at Simon once more, obviously waiting.

With a barely suppressed grumble, Simon spat out, “Simon. And I never met my mother.”

Bastian made a knowing sound. “Ah, I forgot about werewolf law. Male youth have to live with their male relatives until they turn eighteen. So, you're what...? Fourteen?”

“I'm sixteen! I'm just...small for my age...” Simon scowled. He hated being so small.

Bastian grunted, lifting one thick eyebrow. “So...the one person who tops me is a 16-year-old myopic scrawny teenager? How...disgraceful.” He turned away.

Simon froze, staring hard at the little unmistakable teethmarks on the back of Bastian's neck. He'd...Simon had...Fuck, he'd bitten him! Now he'd change! “Your neck!”

Bastian laughed darkly. “Heh, never thought someone would say that about me. But are you talking about this?” He gestured to the offending marks. “Don't worry. I can't be changed. And these, though they'll take longer than normal to heal, won't do me any harm. It's just the enzymes in your spit counteract with the enzymes in my blood, but I'll be fine. And I think, because you seem fine today, that my biting you won't do any harm either.”

“Bite? Are you already...?” Simon asked, a little excited at the prospect at maybe making a friend. Being the only of his kind besides his uncle until the trials was quite lonely, and though he went to school, he couldn't make any true friends. Cause he'd always have to have secrets.

“A werewolf?” Bastian grinned, flashing his teeth. “Nope. But I am a vampire.”

With his eyes opening wider than he thought possible, Simon, still on his knees, leaned forward on his palms and gawked at Bastian's little fangs. “No fucking way! Really?! A real vampire?! I thought those were just a myth!”

Bastian frowned at him, rolling his eyes. “Come on, kid. Are you a myth?”

Sitting back again, Simon just scowled. “I am not a kid.”

“For god's sake, why the hell are you so sensitive about that? It's not like I mean anything by it, and age-wise, you are sort of still a kid. Until you turn eighteen, you're legally a kid.”

Simon sulked and stared down at his hands, which were bunched up in his lap. “I always used to get made fun of for my size when I was younger...and I get picked on for my glasses too, and my funny eyes, and my weird hair.” His voice turned soft. “I hate it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bastian watched the boy brood before him, those cute little pink lips pouted prettily. Without thinking, he reached forward and lifted Simon's chin with one hand, cupping his chin and running his thumb along that pouty lower lip. The child was really rather adorable. And there was no denying his beauty as a wolf. “I understand being ridiculed. When I was a child some centuries ago,” He watched Simon's eyes grow wide at mention of his age. “-I was often bullied. I was small for my age too and only when I was a teen did I grow into my looks.” He laughed a little self-deprecatingly. “I was quite hideous as a kid.”

Simon blinked at him, shaking his head and knocking away Bastian's hand. “But you're so hot!” Then he froze and a bright blush blossomed on his cheeks.

Bastian thought that was quite cute and he reached out again, inching closer on the bed. “Thank you, but you should see yourself in wolf-form. It's really quite breathtaking.”

“I've never seen myself during the change. I don't care about stuff like that when I'm a wolf.” Simon's voice was soft and slightly nervous, and he pulled away a bit when Bastian kept moving closer.

“It's gorgeous, really. You're gigantic, almost as tall as me even on all fours, and covered in this wonderfully soft white fur. The same stark white as the tips of your hair, and I'm guessing the undercoat is dark brown like your roots. Your eyes stay the same bewitching color as they are now, and you've got these great big fluffy ears.” As Bastian spoke softly, making his voice heavy and mesmerizing, he continued to scoot closer to the boy, finally stopping when he was right in front of him and his hip met Simon's bent knee. The touch seemed to alert the him to their close proximity, and he jumped, trying to move back, but Bastian snaked his arm around his back, quick as lighting and pulling him close.

“Hey! What are you-!”

Bastian pressed one finger to his protesting lips, silencing him and ignoring the growing panic in those unique eyes. “You know, though you make an impressive wolf, I also like this little awkward form of your human side. It's kinda cute.” Simon just blushed at him and attempted another escape, not achieving it because of Bastian's strong grip. “And another thing. I think I deserve some retribution for your treatment of me last night. A little...” He shifted his finger and stroked the teen's lips again, softer and more sensual this time. He watched as Simon's eyelids threatened to shut for a second, before they opened wide once more. “-retaliation, perhaps? Maybe a chance to reclaim my manhood. You were awfully rough when you topped me.”

Truthfully, Bastian just wanted to taste that sweet thick blood once more, and he genuinely did find the boy attractive. He could even admit to himself without too much loss of dignity that he liked how it had felt to be fucked by the massive wolf. And if he happened to be around Simon when the next lunar eclipse came around, well, no one could say he planned it. It could just...be coincidence.

But now, he'd like to even the playing field, so to speak.

Simon stared back at him, uncomprehending. “What...What does that mean? Topping? I was on top of you? Were we...fighting?”

Bastian laughed again, this time much warmer and more natural. “You honestly don't remember? At all? You had me on all fours, and I can only assume you tried to make me pregnant. But I guess even as a wolf, your preferences came through.”

“...W-What?” Simon's face was priceless. “I...You...I'm not a virgin anymore?!” He squeaked.

“Oh dear...You were a virgin?” Bastian thought it kind of sad that the poor boy couldn't even remember losing his virginity. Though, that worked in Bastian's favor, because he wouldn't get teased by being the nightly 'bitch'. But, on a happier note, he could at least help the boy lose his secondary virginity. And he could make it memorable.

And enjoy some tasty blood while doing it.

He tightened his grip on the boy's back, bunching the large shirt he'd loaned the boy in his hand. “Don't worry, little Simon, I can help you with that.” He could see Simon about to protest being called 'little', but he stopped his objections with his lips, covering the youth's mouth and eliciting a shocked yelp from the boy. His other hand cupped the back of the boy's head and he pushed him backwards onto the bed, completely ignoring the confused and half resistant noises that came from beneath him.

Already, he could feel his eyeteeth throbbing and growing longer, ready to taste the boy again. He wondered if he tasted the same in this form as he had as the wolf, but then he decided he really didn't care as Simon went limp beneath him and moaned breathlessly.

It might not be true, but some werewolves, the pure-blooded ones anyway, were said to be immortal. Simon wouldn't find that out til he turned eighteen and talked to his local counsel, but for Bastian, time wasn't an issue.

This could be very very good.


THE END


AN: So, the sex scene I had some trouble with, because, I don't even know, but I had difficulty with it. Maybe cause it was my first actual bestiality fic. Oh well, the rest is still good. And if you like this fic, please go check out my other fics!