W(h)ere sheep lies

 

(A/N: Word count: 999! WOO! This should be at least twice this length in order to be good. I know. Sorry.. Challenge fic, only allowed to be 1000 words long. I trimmed off 200 words already. <.<.  NOT BETAED! BE WARNED!) 

***W(h)ERE SHEEP LIES***

Moaning out in blissful ecstasy, Dean pressed his forehead into the rough fabric of the beige couch, fingers clutching cushions till his knuckles turned white. “Ah! Ah.. fuck, fuck…fuuuuck. R-right there. Oh! M-Martin!” His voice sounded oddly distant in his head as the werewolf kept pounding into him, a strong hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with the powerful thrusts. Making him moan out even louder. Gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to hold back against the tidal wave rushing through him. He loved this, loved the feeling of being taken so completely. Usually, Martin was a careful lover, someone who took time to taste, feel and tease. Would make his lover a mess of babbles and pleading sounds, begging for cock, before he finally showed him mercy.

That’s why Dean loved to talk his lover into fucking him the day of the full moon. Because even though the love making was nice, he needed a good fuck  from time to time.  Besides, the smell the other gave off in the hours before shifting was intoxicating.

Dean was, after all… a sheep. When his lover went out to change into a wolf and run with his pack. Dean would change into a fucking sheep. But he never allowed himself to change fully. Only half. He looked like Satan`s gay twin when he was like that. Half changed.  Dean had the white, permed version of Satans black ,straight . Curls and all that jazz that belonged to being a sheep.. even a small waggling tail. Fine white wool going up his neck and into his hair that was thick, soft and white..

A loud scream left his lips, vision blanking out for a second when he felt teeth sink down into the flesh of his shoulder. Eyes lolling back, a whole body shudder shooting up his spine as his cock spilled out thick ribbons of cum, ass convulsing around the thick flesh inside him. His lover hissing out his name against the nape of his neck. Breathy, satisfied. They collapsed. Dean smiling contently, laughing when he pushed Martin off of him. “MMmM.. You should go meet the others.”He mumbled, running his fingers through thick black waves of hair. Staring into the green of the others eyes.

“Yeah, I know. But it`s so fucking upsetting you know. The guy is still out there, still killing. And we have no idea who it is. We`ve interrogated the hyenas, the lions, the panthers.. Hell, we even brought in the wolves. My own pack. And still.. no clue. “He sighed, letting his forehead rest against a damp shoulder, kissing it affectionately.

“MMm.. you`re gonna catch him baby.” Dean murmured, butterflies gnawing at his stomach. Adrenaline buzzing through him. He loved this topic. His lover was a detective, and right now he was working a case where humans were getting killed during the full moon, and all evidence pointed towards a shifter. Just by the sheer strength used to crush the victims esophagus’s.  

 But unable to come up with any useful leads, after seven months of killing. Eight tonight. The detective was getting more and more frustrated. Feeling like he was chasing ghosts.

“I hope so.. “ Martin smiled sadly, giving a sigh before he got up, walked over to his dark blue shirt thrown over a chair. Dean letting his eyes show how much he liked the view while he watched his lover getting dressed. “It kills me to know he`ll probably get another one tonight though..” he murmured, smiling faintly when Dean pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

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Dean had wept the first full moons, when the night had barely started to creep up the blue sky, coloring it in red, pinks and soft gold.  The dreaded moon ascending. Rising higher up the sky, till it had chased away the sun completely.  And he would feel it, like vomit in his throat. Each and every little molecule covering his tongue and throat wanted to bleat. The horrible sound “Baaaa!” it was like a compulsion he couldn`t resist.

He still dreaded that time on the bus, almost ten years ago now. When the whole shifting thing had been so very, very new.  He had already been panicking, knowing he was cutting it a little short with the first bus.. and then he had missed it. Been forced to take the second buss. And then, while he sat there. Watching the world blur by outside the window, sky darkening. Twining his clam fingers in the fabric of his jeans. It had started. Like something painful pushing up through his chest. Bubbling up with such force he had no chance of stopping it. The first sign of the change.

 “Baaa!”   the outburst had been so loud he had felt his ears flare up in red scolding shame the second it had came through.

He had always known he would change into something some day, some awesome monster. Always dreamt that it would be a lion, or maybe even a panther. The silent killers.. Oh, what joy that would have given him!  He had never known just what he would turn into though. Since his momma refused to tell him, and his father had never been around.

His mother was a normal human, plain.. boring.. human. But he knew his father was a shifter. Dean had found the letters, all of them. Hidden under his mothers bed, in a white shoe box. He had been furious when he first found them. Outraged. How could she? How dared she hide from him what he was? WHO he was?

If he had known what he would turn into that first full moon after he had turned thirteen.. he might have understood her better. Might have grown up with less bitterness.

Might not have become the monster he was now.



Because really, when a serial killer was loose in town. Killing off humans every full moon. Who would turn to the sheep for suspects?