Love Across The Big Pond: Ebony and Ivory in NY

Just quickly wanted to let you all know that Daniel is here with me in New York.

*waits for sounds of excitement to die down*

Yes, yes, I know, it's really exciting.

What this means is that Ebony (me) and Ivory (Daniel) will be exploring the depths of our love for each other for the next 2.5 weeks.

Which essentially means very little of The Vic for the rest of you.

Yes, yes, I know...it's heartbreaking for you really. I apologize for that. I truly do. I wish that I could change it.

No...wait....no I don't.

You guys are awesome, don't get me wrong, but I am loving the fact that my Brit boy is here with me.

Even if he is correcting my spelling and vernacular all the time (I speak proper American, he insists that I speak and write proper English. *sigh of exhausted frustration* I learned American! Isn't that enough?). LOL.

Anyway, just wanted to give you all an update. We are heading to Buffalo from NYC now for a week and a half and then we're going back to NYC and then Daniel is returning to England *gasping sob* without me.

Blog ya later!


-Vicktor Aleksandr B

I Feel Pretty, and Witty, and GAY!!! & Happy Feet 2

So here in my new adopted family it is not unheard of for one of us to break out into a random song....okay, okay, it's usually me.

The other day, however, the Nieceling let me know that if I was going to break out into song that I HAD to sing:

I feel pretty.  Oh so pretty.  I feel pretty, and witty, and GAY!!

It was hilarious and we all laughed really hard, but that night when I went to bed I had to be honest with myself.

I feel plenty witty.  I'm an author, so wittiness is like a pre-requisite.

I also feel plenty gay.  I mean...DUH!  And being here in NY there seems to be a bountiful amount of beautiful gay boys for me to flirt with.

It's that pretty thing that chokes me up.

You see, I can't remember the last time I actually looked at myself in the mirror.  I pretty much make it a point NOT to do so.

I know you're wondering why.

Because in my head, I'm Vic, but physically I'm still Vee and it's heartbreaking for me.  I hate looking in the mirror and expecting to see a man but only seeing a female.  As a matter of fact, I've but my hair twice in the last month, it's now to the middle of my cheeks and today was the first day that someone said to me "Excuse me sir."  I grinned so wide when that happened.

But you know what?  I still don't look in the mirror.  I avoid them with extreme fervor and that's nothing on going out in public and having to use the restroom and having to force myself to go into the women's bathroom because I don't want to cause a problem.

But today I went out with the Nieceling and my older adopted sister to see a free prescreen of Happy Feet 2 and I was blown away by how awesome this movie is.  The story line was excellent, but the lessons that ran rampant through the whole movie was even more amazing (there is even a gay couple in the movie.  Will and Bill Krill. Bill: "We can have our own swarm"  Will: "We're both men."  Bill: "We can adopt.").

Realizing that everyone is different but that means that everyone is special.  That sometimes people will pick on your differences but that you have to find that something strong inside of you that will help you to stand up in the face of that bullying (think: "It Gets Better.").  But the greatest lesson: The very thing that makes you different and special, makes you beautiful and gives you the strength and power that you need to overcome any obstacle and any challenge.

And I wish I could tell you that I came home and stared at myself in the mirror and told myself that I'm a pretty gay boy, but I'd be lying and you all know I'm very brutally honest, especially with myself.

No, I still can't really face that reflection that doesn't show what I feel and see on the inside, but I can tell you that I have realized that the very thing that made my family turn their backs on me, the very thing that made me lose friends, the very thing that drove me to move all the way from Florida to New York, is the very thing that makes me special, that makes me different.

It's the very thing that makes me beautiful.

And one day I'm going to be able to face my image and see Vic and not some strange mixture of Vic & Vee or just Vee and I'm going to smile broadly, square my shoulders and sing at the top of my lungs:

I FEEL PRETTY! OH SO PRETTY! I FEEL PRETTY, AND WITTY AND GAY!!!

And I'm going to mean it.

New York Here I Come!!

In approximately 11.5 hours I will be on a plane headed towards Buffalo, New York!

I am UBER excited to be starting a new chapter in my life.  Excited to be moving to a place where I'll be supported and happy to know that I won't have to be something that I'm not.

It's very liberating.

And exciting.

And I should be asleep but my phone is dead (I threw it while reading a book on my Kindle app) which means that I don't have an alarm, which means that I will be staying awake until I get on the plane and then crashing as soon as I get to my friend's place.

Still excited about the whole thing though.

Dating My Policeman is Bittersweet (a.k.a. A Perfectly Imperfect Couple)

So I was told that I never told you guys what Jack did for a living.  My bad.  I thought I had.

Jack is a police officer.

Yes, I know.  I pinch myself on a daily basis to make sure I'm not dreaming this all up as well.  But we've actually got a lot of really hot police officers here in Florida and according to Jack not all of them are "completely straight."  Whatever that means.

Anyway, I have dated a sergeant in the Army, a manager of Mcdonald's, a professor, a few college students, a financial manager of Amscot....not all of the relationships were great, some of them really sucked, but there you have it.

Dating a police officer is...different.

For the most part I know that Jack is going to be okay, he doesn't work the overnight shifts a lot but every so often I will be asleep in bed and hear sirens and wake up suddenly and reach for him to make sure that he's in the bed with me.  He always laughs when I do this and pulls me to him a little tighter.  It makes me feel better but in the morning when he goes off on duty it makes me sad and as the days pass I get more and more sad.  Not because being with him is horrible, but because it's so amazing.

I love to see Jack come home in his uniform and I must admit that I've had a number of mental erections over that whole uniform covering his wide chest and his firm ass and of course JJ who is like my second favorite person in the world (Jack Jr.-he has a mind of his own I tell you what).  If I'm sitting on the couch when he walks in the front door I put the computer to the side (because it's always on my lap) and I turn with my head up for a kiss.  He tells me I'm silly, kisses me and then goes to change.  If I'm in the bedroom, I usually just "assume the position."  But every day we seem to burrow more and more into this domestic scene, becoming more and more of a couple, referring to ourselves as "we" and "us" and "Vac" or "Jic" (yeah, guess who came up with those names?), making plans for trips to Italy and Australia and Boston and New York and Brazil, both of us knowing that they will never happen.  We lay around and fantasize about a future that we know we will never have.

And it's not just because Jack's job is so dangerous.

We're always aware that cops get shot in broad daylight, especially here in Florida, especially here lately.  We're aware of hostage situations, stand-offs, meth labs, drug busts gone wrong, car accidents, and criminals who will do anything to not go to jail or return to prison.  We know that but we still laugh and fantasize and settle into domestic bliss, neither of us wanting to borrow trouble.

But that's not what makes it bittersweet.

It's knowing that our relationship had a date of expiration.  We don't like to focus on it, we actually try to ignore that it's there but a simple conversation about us possibly moving in together (since I'm pretty much living here now anyway) turned into a few deeper conversations and us finding out that there were a few things that neither of us were willing to compromise on.  Things that put a timestamp on our relationship things that let us know that while we seem so...well...perfect for each other, we weren't meant to be together.

And that makes dating him bittersweet.  Neither of us is ready to let go.  Neither of us is ready to say goodbye to the other.  So we're both holding on to this relationship that is guaranteed to end at the end of the year.  Both of us growing more attached to the other.  Both of us falling more and more in...like with each other (you can't make me say the other word no matter how hard you try *sticks out tongue*).

And while I'm looking forward to my trip to New Orleans for GRL in two weeks, and my trip to Tennessee to spend Thanksgiving with my "family of the heart" from California, and then my trip to New York for Christmas, I want to cancel them all because they just take me away from Jack.  And then I want to call his job and tell them that he quits so that he can sit around all day with me and maybe we can figure out a way to make the impossible possible or barring that so I can torture myself and fall just a little more in like with him.


ETA: So Jack wants me to tell you all why we know.  It's more than just the fact that I need to move.  Every day that I'm here in Florida, I feel like I'm suffocating and like my spirit is being crushed.  I have always been aware of when it's time to move on and I should have left a while ago, I really never should have left California, but I did.  But again, that's not the only reason.  You all know how much I want to have kids and so does Jackson, but Jack doesn't want to have kids...ever.  For both of us it's an issue that neither of us will compromise on.  He doesn't want children, he says that he never will and that's something that I want desperately...almost as much as I want my "manjunk."  LOL.  So while we want to be together, unfortunately, it's not enough.  Jack wanted you all to know so that you didn't try to give me the whole "But VeeVee you can stay" talk.  I already had that talk once and it's just a little too hard right now, to have it again.
But don't worry until we have to say goodbye, we will be lighting up the sheets.  And yes, that is a term.  *Rolls eyes* You guys!  LOL.

10 Years Ago-A 9/11 Tribute from a US Army Vet

I hadn't planned on doing a tribute blog.

Not because I wasn't going to mourn, but because I would be.

Then I had a friend of mine from college send me two videos that she found on Youtube and dedicated in an email to one of our college roommates that passed away while serving over in Iraq.

Halfway through the first video I was trapped in memories of the day that 9/11 happened and by the time the video was over I was sobbing.  I'm still crying.

I was only 17 when 9/11 happened.  A freshman at the University of South Florida, I was excited about finally being an adult and being on my own.  USF is fairly close to MacDill AFB and to the VA Hospital.  We were the college where all of the true future Air Force officers of the ROTC came to in Florida.  I knew that one day I'd be serving in the military.  Both of my parents served in the Navy and my mother was dating a man who served in the Army and was now in the Reserves.  I had just decided to wait a few years until I enlisted.

So being at USF I was surrounded by military personnel and I was happy about it.

The morning of September 11, 2001 I woke up underneath the arms, legs, and naked bodies of my best friends Ryan, Angel and Angel's new boyfriend James.  I pushed my way out of the tangle of arms and walked towards the shower to get dressed for class.  I had an early class that day and was still a little drunk from the night before.  So when I felt my stomach clenching with dread I thought that it was the Jack Daniels creeping back up on me.  I stood in the shower, scrubbing the scent of alcohol, smoke, sex, and gay men from my skin when my thoughts became centered on my grandfather and my other best friend Justin, both of whom lived in New York.  Being the daughter of a pastor I threw up a quick prayer for their safety, rushed into my skirt and shirt, brushed out my hair, grabbed my backpack and raced off to my Fashion Design class (bet you guys didn't know I designed clothes did you?), leaving Angel, Ryan and James in the room to sleep off their hangovers.

The campus was surprisingly quiet, even for it being as early as it was, and I had no idea that while I had been showering that the first plane had already crashed into the World Trade Center.  When I walked into my classroom, I heard cries and sniffles, I saw that the tv was on and I saw people hugging each other.  Fear rushed over my body instantly.  I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it was bad and I knew that I wasn't going to like it.  I sat down and looked at the television screen and that's when I saw what they were saying.  I was in shock.  A plane had flown into the WTC?  Was it an accident?  What the hell was going on? How many people had died?

My class, usually loud and boisterous, filled with the flamboyant and the artistic, those of us who loved to express ourselves, was somber and quiet.  We sat there and watched the television, no one spoke, until the second plane flew into the second building.  Then, true to form, I screamed out "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"  My body was shaking, I was scared.  My grandfather lived in Harlem.  He was there in New York!  My best friend Justin, who was my soul mate, lived out in Greenwich Village and was working on Broadway.  He was RIGHT THERE!  I pulled out my phone and tried to dial, I got nothing.  My cell service was down.  I raced out of the room, my backpack slung over one shoulder, my teacher yelling my name and I raced back towards my dorm.  I wasn't the only one running by this point.  The campus that had been a veritable wasteland only moments before was filled with students running to their dorms, running to their cars, trying to call home.

When I got to my dorm, Angel and Ryan were awake, holding each other and crying.  I could hear James in the bathroom vomiting.  I sat on their laps and we all kept trying to call Justin, my grandfather, Angel's mother who was visiting her sister in New York.  We watched as the buildings fell, we watched the reports as they talked about United 93 and then I remembered that I had a friend, Tiffany, who was supposed to be flying from New York that morning to come home.  My body was frozen in shock and then I had my very first panic attack.

I don't remember much after that.  There are flashes of the RA coming in to check on me.  Me watching the news reports with the boys.  Being told that our entire campus was on "strictly enforced lockdown" because of our "proximity to a popular military base" in the face of "the terrorist attack upon our country."  I couldn't leave and my family couldn't come get me.  I remember seeing my dorm mate, Meagan, rushing in and throwing clothes in a bag and then I remember seeing her getting dressed in her Air Force uniform, although that was the next day.  I hadn't slept.  None of us had.  We were still on lockdown, except for those of us who were going off to serve our country.

I remember hugging Meagan.  Holding her tight and crying on her uniform.  She was much older than me and she'd opened my mind to different types of relationships and sexuality, beyond gay or straight.  Megan was bisexual and had been in a threesome relationship with our other roommate Heather and their boyfriend Scott.  I remember begging Meagan not to go, because I had a bad feeling.  She had been recalled to the base for a debriefing, quick retraining and then deployment.  She kissed my forehead and made me promise to take care of myself and to design her a "fabulous gown to wear to the homecoming dance" when she got back.  I promised, but Meagan was deployed and she gave her life for her country.

It was three days before I was able to hear from my grandfather, who sobbed on the phone about what had happened.  Three days before I got a phone call from Justin where he comforted me on the phone and told me "I almost went down there that morning.  I was planning on going through that part of town with some friends, but I changed my mind at the last minute.  They were all there.  They saw it happen.  They'll never be the same.  I'm so lucky.  I'm so blessed."

It was a week before I heard from Tiffany.  Her flight had been cancelled at the last minute and she was okay.  She was lucky.  She was blessed.  Ryan comforted her when she cried on the phone.  They ended up getting married that next year and have been together ever since.

I didn't enlist until years later.  We were still at war with Iraq.  George W Bush was still the president when I enlisted.  I knew that I was signing myself up to fight in a war that started about an event that many people had forgotten about.  But when I enlisted I was wearing the bracelet that Meagan had given me the day I moved into the dorms.  It was rainbow colored and I had no idea that it stood for homosexuality.  I just knew that she'd given it to me.  My fiance had just passed away from brain cancer when I enlisted.  When I enlisted I was thinking about the children who were still waiting on "Mommy" or "Daddy" to come home.  I was thinking about the men and women who lost their spouses either on 9/11 or who lost them in the war.  I was thinking about my stepfather, who deployed to Kuwait a year after the attack and was never the same.

I thought about the young guy that I had been dating, who served in the Marines and was never heard from again.

I thought about my friends who had enlisted and had come back scared of their shadows and unable to live a life truly free of paranoia.

I thought of Justin, who still lived in New York and said that the people there couldn't believe that the rest of the country had moved on "so fast".  That the people there were still grieving even years later.

When I told people that I had enlisted I was amazed at how many of them were angry or disappointed in me. When I was injured and sent home I was amazed at how many of them turned up their noses at all that I'd lost.  And when I mourned my battle buddies that lost their life in Iraq, the ones who committed suicide because they had never felt so "hated" before, the ones who were killed by suicide bombers, or by IEDs, and those same people merely shook their heads before moving on to talk about the latest celebrity scandal, I finally understood what Justin was saying.

9/11 was a horrific tragedy.  One that was felt not just by Americans but all over the world.  New York is filled with tourists on a daily basis.  The airports are overrun with "foreigners" who are coming to experience America.  It wasn't just Americans who were killed by Muslim extremists.  People were killed.  People of all colors, all nations, all religions.

What this Army veteran found out was that 9/11 is NOT just an American tragedy.  It is NOT just one that should be remembered here, because it was not one that was only felt here.  America may have been the target, but we were not the only victims.  September 11, 2001 was a global tragedy.  A human tragedy.  One fueled by hate, by anger, by terrorism.

So this is to all the men and women that lost their lives, that lost their spouses, all the children who lost their parents, all of the first responders, to the passengers of United Flight 93 who performed such an amazing act of heroism, to the members of the United States Military (Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, National Guard, Reserves) who fought in the war, who are still fighting in the war, who lost their lives, limbs, their sanity, their dignity, their families, their way of life, their homes, the parents who lost their children, and to everyone else affected by the senseless tragedy:

                              THANK YOU. We will NEVER forget.


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Some Title.... (Vic Speaks)

I am a writer.  I write.  I create situations and characters and scenarios that are woven together to make a beautiful story, but I can't even BEGIN to think of what to name this post.

Today I had to take my sister to school.  This is my baby sister, the one who just started college, not the one who graduated from college.  So I dropped her off, waited to make sure that she got to her classroom safely and then I went to leave.  I was in full on Vic mode today.  Jeans, T-shirt, I had on my strap-on, my Boston Red Sox baseball cap and my shades.  I was looking pretty damn sexy.  So I went to take off when these two really tall, really sexy guys stepped out in front of the car.  I slammed on brakes and just sort of looked at them in shock.  Didn't they see me driving?  So I put the car in park and got out of the car (I regretted how fast I got out as soon as my feet touched the ground, I'd left my cane on the backseat).

"What the hell?  Didn't you guys see me driving?  I don't discriminate on who I will hit, this isn't a crosswalk, a sidewalk or a pedestrian crossing, it's the parking lot which means if you're walking you have to watch out for cars, jackasses!"  Not my finest moment, but I was shaking a little from fear, having a flashback from 7 years ago when I saw the old man get hit by a car and then run over by a car behind us while Christopher and I were driving.

"Sorry," the shorter of the two guys says.  He looks like a football player, with his thick neck, brown hair, square chin, hugely muscled frame and his big hands.  I know that my strap-on is plastic, but I promise you, I got an erection...like hardcore.  More than that my "gaydar" was going off something fierce.

"It's alright," my voice instantly changed from angry motorist to "smooth Vic."  My voice is naturally husky because I'm a singer in addition to everything else and when I slide into my "Vic" voice, I'm usually looking to score and since it's been over a year since I've been laid, I'm jonesing for some loving....real bad.

The two guys walk towards me and I'm totally checking out the hot football player.  In my head we touch hands, feel the spark, I ask him out on a date, he says yes, we go out to dinner, go back to his place, make out, I fuck him, he fucks me, we fall in love, he's with me when I have my gender reassignment surgery, we move in together, move to New York, I get a job on LOGO Tv (that's a secret dream of mine), we find a surrogate, have us 4-6 kids, write this blog together, and live happily ever after.  So we all are introducing ourselves to each other.  His name is Jackson, goes by Jack, and he introduces his brother, William, who I will from now on refer to as "Dick" and not in a good way, in a 2 inches, slim, can hardly find it, totally disappointing, makes you mad when you see it, kind of way.

So very effortlessly we start talking and I notice that Jack keeps looking at my crotch.  I've gotten this reaction before whenever I wear my strap-on because it's one of those BIG black ones, you know the MONSTER cocks?  LOL.  Because the Italian man inside of me, Vic, has a big ass dick, thick and long.  *Grins*  So after he looks for like the third time, I clear my throat and he looks at me with this really cute blush on his cheeks.

I'm a little worried that you know Jack is younger than me, because I'm almost in my 30s, but he's 34 and he does what I do, he brings his 18 year old brother to and from school.  So I sort of step closer to Jack, just a little, and let my hand brush against his hand and yes, the mental erection I had, just got bigger, because I heard his breath catch.  Apparently so did Dick.

"You know my brother's gay right?" he asks me with this really ugly snarl on his face.  I laugh and said yes.  I notice that Jack is blushing again and he's really so cute.  Even though he's got like two or three inches on me, I want to sit him on my lap...after fucking him into the wall of course (Over a year people....I'm a walking hard-on).

"So why are you hitting on him?" Dick asks me.  I shrug and say, "Because he's hot and I think we'd have a really hot...I mean a really hard...I mean a really fun time together."  I notice that Jack is smiling wider and wider with each "mistake" that I made.

"But he's gay and you're a chick.  He doesn't date chicks," Dick says, looking at me like I'm stupid.

"I believe that Vic is transgendered William," Jack says, looking really embarrassed.  I just grinned, "Well, I'm bi-gendered.  I'm both female and male, not a female born in a male's body or vice versa," I explained, still smiling because oh man I can almost TASTE Jack's sweat.  My thoughts had drifted from the romantic to the erotic.  I was imagining what would happen if he just dropped to his knees in front of me and started to....

"Oh my gosh!  You're some kinda black freak huh?" Dick yelled.

SCREECH!!  Hold up!  Stop the presses.  What the FUCK did this bastard just say about me?

"William!"  That was Jack.

"Listen here asshole."  Yep, that was me, Vic.  "I am not a freak, first of all.  I was born this way, it's acceptable, I am okay with it and if you're not then fuck off.  Secondly, I'm not black you dumb fuck.  My skin may be brown, but I've probably got more WHITE in me than you do, it's just that my family learned to look past race and all that other bullshit to make a beautiful family tree."  By this point my hands are shaking and there are a few people standing around looking at us.  I hadn't realized that I was yelling, but apparently I was.

"I am so sorry.  He's not a homophobe or anything.  I mean he's really accepting of me," Jack is apologizing.  JACK is apologizing for WILLIAM.  How fucked up is that?  All the while William is glaring at me with his arms folded.

"You don't get to apologize for him Jack.  That's not your job.  He should apologize for himself," I say, still shaking in anger and trying to keep "Vee" from making an appearance.  I WANTED to be pissed off.  I didn't want to be compassionate and understanding right then.  I wanted to beat the shit out of this bastard.  I know that I have a temper problem, it's something I'm talking about with my VA assigned therapist, but hell, I don't get mad easily or often, but when I do, it can be a problem.

"I'm not going to apologize to some ugly black bitch that can't decide if she's a man or a woman.  She's probably crazy anyway."  Yep, you guessed it, that was Dick.

By this point some other black students have started to walk forward angry and I know that I have defuse this situation before it gets out of control.  Polk County doesn't get a lot of racially motivated fights or hate crimes, but that racism thing is always just underneath the surface.  So I glared at Dick, gave up on the fantasy of me and Jack together, in love and happy, and said, "So, what I'm hearing you say is that you're upset because I chose your brother over you and you were hoping that I was a girl that was open-minded so you could fuck me and be open to you introducing your best friend to me so that the three of us could have sex together and he could fuck you and you won't technically be gay or even bisexual, you only did it for the girl you were with?  Right?  Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'd be fucking the both of you and when I was done, you'd be gayer than your brother.  Asshole."

I turned and limped my way back into the car, which was thankfully still there, and pulled off.  This time no one stepped out in front of the car.

I was five minutes down the road when I had to pull over because I was shaking and crying too hard.

My looks and the color of my skin have always been a source of contention for me.  In my family I was always the "dark one."  That wasn't said in a nice way either, but in a "we'll forgive you for it" way.  And in the past 27 years, I've had only one person in my life who ever consistently told me I was beautiful, my cousin Val and she died 9 years ago.  Everyone else has maybe told me a total of five times and only when I was skinny, had my hair and nails done, was wearing makeup and dressed up.

I grew up feeling ugly, feeling as if I were too dark, as if I didn't belong in my skin, in my body, in my family and just as I start to embrace and live my truth, here comes this asshole and makes a huge dent in my armor.

I then got pissed off because I was JUST starting to embrace and live my truth and here comes this ASSHOLE and with a few well-placed words he TRIES to make a huge dent in my armor.

I don't think that Dick knew that I keep every email, every message, every comment that is encouraging and uplifting and supportive and once a week, sometimes once a day I copy and paste them into a word document and when I have bad days like today I read them so that I don't let them bother me too much.

So I came home and read the comments, the statements, the encouragement that you all left me.  The emails from Thorny, Sid and Kate.  The comments from Lucy/Kat and Sylvia and LC and Xara and Archie and Brad and Becky and Katharina.  The messages on GR from Matt and Luci and Laura.  And then I pulled out the letters from Christopher and the last letter from my cousin Val.

By the time I was finished I felt so much better, then I felt disappointed because DAMN Jack was fine.  But you know what?  There will be others, but more than that I found out how strong I am.  A few years ago, a statement like that would have sent me spiraling into depression, but today it just lit a fire under me to continue to live MY truth, regardless of who likes it.

{FIST BUMP AND SNUGGLES}
{HUGZ AND SQUEEZES}
Vic

Inconceivable: Part Eight

Part Eight:


     Tommy placed the plate of chicken on the table and stepped back to look at what he'd prepared with a smile.  He really did love cooking, he hadn't lied when he'd told Ton that.  He hadn't lied to Ton about anything, yet.  He just hadn't told him everything about his life before the big man had entered it.  Pushing down the feeling of guilt that threatened to choke him, he turned and walked into the bedroom that he shared with his new mate.  The walls were still white but he'd made Ton stop at a few stores on their way home, so their king sized bed was covered in a dark blue and brown bedspread with sheets, a bed skirt, the works.  Stepping around the bags of bedroom decor, his suitcases that hadn't been unpacked and the shoes and hats, sunglasses and jewelry that all needed to be put away, he stepped into the bathroom and gasped when he saw his image in the mirror.
     "And that' how you know that you have to be his mate, because why else would he find you attractive looking like this?" he admonished his mirror image, shaking his head before picking up his brush and methodically brushing the thick, luxurious black curls until they gleamed.  He picked up his makeup bag and opened it the top before spreading the compartments wide to allow him to see everything inside.  Biting his lower lip, he looked at himself in the mirror again before turning away and stepping back into the bedroom.  Walking over to his suitcase that sat opened on the bed, filled with his "casual" outfits, he pulled out a pair of black shorts that clung to his shapely ass and distracted attention from his cock.  Sifting through the garments on the other side of the suitcase he found the purple blouse he'd been looking for.  It only had one button, right at the point where his bra would be, the fabric was a very soft cotton, the sleeves were narrow and while they didn't cling to his arms, they did show their impression.  Laying both items over one arm, he turned and walked to his black silk Gucci bag that sat in the corner and picked it up to carry with him into the bathroom.
     Once there, he pulled off the clothes that he wore and opened the bag he'd brought with him.  Reaching down into the bag his hands searched and he smiled when he pulled out a pair of black silk thong panties and a black bra.  He pulled on the thong and fastened the front closure bra, before pulling up the straps.  Reaching further into the bag he found the box that held his bra inserts and he placed them in their proper places.  Looking down at his now enhanced chest, he pulled on his shorts and adjusted his silk encased cock behind the zipper to diminish its appearance.  Some people thought that he wore women's clothes because he hated his cock and wanted to be a woman.  That wasn't it at all.  He loved his cock. Hell, before Ton, he played with it more than anyone else did.  He just liked wearing women's clothing.  He liked putting on makeup and lingerie and putting on a bra.  The inserts were just to emphasize everything and sometimes he tucked so as to not detract from the skirt or the dress he was wearing, but he was a proud gay man...he was just a proud gay man who liked to wear women's clothing.  He didn't see what the big damn deal was or why people seemed to make such a big deal about it, it was his body and his mate didn't seem to mind it.  They could just fuck off for all he cared.
     Shrugging off the negative thoughts, he put on some deodorant before spraying himself with a light cologne fragrance that he'd created, and then pulled on his shirt.  Buttoning the one button and smoothing down the fabric of the shirt he turned back to the mirror and smiled at himself.  Now he knew what look he was going to go for.
     Not that it's going to matter.  It doesn't matter how much makeup you put on, how many times you put on women's clothing.  It won't change anything.  You won't ever be able to hide from me.  I will always find you and you will always be a freak, my freak and don't you forget that Thomas.  His ex-partner's voice rang in his head.  They were the last words that Adam had said to him before he'd been dragged out of the courtroom by the police officers to serve his twenty years for the abuse, rape, assault and battery, resisting arrest, threatening, witness tampering, selling and use of an illegal substance and kidnapping of Tommy that he'd been charged for.  Adam had been scary before that day.  Possessive, protective, loyal, fiercely jealous, intimidating...those were traits that had attracted Tommy to Adam at the beginning but when that morphed into Adam being controlling, angry, malicious, violent, hurtful and meant that he flew off into murderous rages where he would attack Tommy?  That's when Tommy had left...the first time.  Adam had apologized and said it would never happen again.
     He lied.  If anything Adam got worse as time progressed until Tommy had been a broken, bruised, frightened caged bird who had gone to the police, gone for help the minute that Adam had left to visit some college friends of his.  The police had laughed at him at first, none of them believing that a man could be abused by another man, but when they began to look into the evidence, they'd been overwhelmed by the number of neighbors that had come forward, by the sheer volume of text messages, phone calls, and pictures of him bruised and bloodied.  Adam had gotten twenty years for everything, especially since when he'd been let out on bail, he'd kidnapped Tommy and tried to hid him away until the trial was over.  They had been spotted by a cop, however, and that helped to solidify his conviction.  Tommy was glad when Adam had been taken to that back room to be sent to prison, but the words that the man had said to him in a very calm and monotone voice had given him the chills and stayed with him, even three years later.
     Tommy blinked and looked at himself in the mirror, before his lips stretched wide into a happy grin.  He had put on his makeup flawlessly even though his mind had been years into the past.  With a final brush to his eyelashes with his mascara and a last pucker of his dark pink lips, he put all of his makeup away and closed the bag.  Cleaning up his mess as he walked back into the bedroom he heard the front door open and then close long moments later.
     "Baby?  Where are you?  The food looks great are you ready to eat?" he heard Ton's deep voice wash over him and he groaned silently as he felt himself growing aroused and shivered as he remembered the feel of his mate's big cock slamming into his tight ass.  Taking a deep breath, he exhaled before he answered.
     "I was just changing sweetheart, I'll be right out."
     He heard voices and wondered who his mate had invited over, glad that he'd always made more than what was needed whenever he cooked.  Quickly tidying the room, he smoothed his hands over his hair once more, before putting on his pair of diamond stud earrings and the purple bracelet set that Richard had bought for him the year before.  Stepping out of the bedroom he closed the door behind him and walked towards the dining room.  He smiled when he saw who sat at the table with his mate: Vet, Richard, Luci, Ross, that he'd met in passing as they'd been moving in all of his stuff the day before, Howell, the only black cowboy that Tommy had ever met that had long, black dreadlocks that hung down to below his shoulders, and three other people at the table that Tommy didn't know, one man and two women...no two men and one woman.  One of the men was sitting next to Ross, the two of them clutching hands, while the other man...woman?  The other person sat on Howell's lap, the large black man leaning forward continuously to sniff at his neck and kiss the mating mark on his neck.  He guessed that they were newly mated.  The other woman sat next to Luci and the two women smiled continuously at each other.  Tommy stepped forward and smiled happily when Ton jumped up from his seat and raced around the table to stand next to him.
     "Everyone, this is my mate, Tommy.  Most of you know him, but let me introduce the rest of you," Ton said, his hands moving in sign language to one of the people at the table and Tommy felt his jaw drop at the realization that his mate knew sign language and that someone at the table was deaf.
     "Tommy, of course I don't have to introduce you to Richard or Vet.  Not sure if you remember Ross from yesterday?  The man he's making googly eyes with is his mate, Alex, my old boyfriend actually," Ton grinned and Tommy was pleased that there didn't seem to be any bitterness in his voice when he gave the introduction.  He turned his head to look at Alex and smiled.  Alex was a blonde main, whose hair was extremely wavy and fell to his shoulders, he had hazel eyes and he had a surfer's body.  Alex smiled back at him before turning back to kiss Ross who had leaned forward to kiss his shoulder.  Tommy knew then that Alex would not be competition for him at all for Ton's affections and he felt himself relax even more.  "You remember Howell right?" Ton asked him and Tommy smiled and nodded at the big black man who nodded his head in greeting before doing something underneath the table that caused the smaller man...woman to giggle.  "The giggly little man on his lap is Michael.  He's one of the wolves that just recently joined the pack because his pack kicked him out for not only being gay and deaf, but he's transgender.  Male to female, he just didn't get the full procedure done," Ton stated with no hesitation and Tommy gasped and how nonchalantly the big Texan divulged the life story of this complete stranger.
     "Don't worry baby, he told me I could tell you," Ton assured his mate.  Tommy nodded and greeted the other man shyly, slightly relieved that he wouldn't be the only other man who didn't just fall under the "G" heading in the LGBT community.  "And sitting next to Luci is Michael's sister, Katharina."  Tommy nodded to the beautiful blonde woman who sat next to Luci and smiled when she grinned back widely.
     "It's very nice to meet all of you," he said with happy smile and sat in the chair that Ton held out for him.
     "Well, let's eat," Ton stated in a booming voice.
     "Damn Ton!  If Mikey wasn't already deaf, you yelling that loudly would have made him that way," Howell teased and everyone laughed and began passing around the food as everyone filled up their plates.  Tommy smiled as he watched everyone exclaiming happily over the food, very proud of himself.  He was so focused on everyone else that he jumped a little when he felt Ton's breath on his ear as the bigger man leaned over to speak softly to him.
     "Sorry, I didn't ask before I brought everyone over, but everyone wanted to meet you.  But when they all leave, you and I are going to talk to Vet and Richard and you're going to explain about the letter that was left on our front door earlier."
     Tommy looked at his mate in confusion, "A letter?  What letter?  From who?"
     Ton stared at him for a moment before growling softly, "He didn't leave his name, just his initials.  A. Q."
     Tommy gasped and felt the blood leave his face as he began to tremble with fear.  The entire room grew quiet as all of the wolves scented Tommy's fear.
     "Who the hell is A.Q. Tommy?" Ton asked and Tommy heard Richard's soft cry of "Oh no!"
     Still trembling in fear Tommy answered his mate in a soft, shaking voice, "Adam Quinn.  My ex-boyfriend who's supposed to be serving twenty years in prison out in New York for beating me up and kidnapping me," he looked over at Ton, his eyes bright with unshed tears, "How is he out and how did he find me?"
     It was a question that couldn't be answered by anyone at the table, only by the very man who had apparently come for Tommy.

Inconceivable: Part Two

Part Two:

It is sometimes the biggest accomplishment in the world to just be you.-Kate Blackwell

     Ton turned to look at his mate as the smaller man flittered around the room packing everything that he owned up into expensive looking suitcases, trunks, and overpriced bags.  Tommy seemed to have more stuff than Richard did.  He was glad that he'd decided to rent a U-Haul to drive back to Texas rather than taking a plane.  They would be paying so much more that way.  He sighed when Tommy stopped in the middle of the room and gasped.  He knew what that gasp meant, he'd heard it enough in the last three hours.  It meant that Tommy had remembered something else that he wanted to take with him.  He could only hope that it was something that he already had so that they could leave it behind.
     "What about my dishes?  My pots, pans, my blender, mixers, food processors....I love to cook Ant...I can't leave them behind!" Tommy whined slightly and Ton cringed even while a warmth bloomed within him at Tommy's nickname for him.  He nodded and then chuckled as Tommy hugged him excitedly before he raced towards the kitchen to pack it up.  His mate was beyond adorable, full of energy and life.  Always bubbly and bouncy...it was slightly exhausting.  He exhaled and shook his head.  He was fated to be married to the petite ball of energy.  That wasn't a fluke, so it was obviously for a reason.  Maybe he needed to be more bouncy?  More excitable?  He shook his head as he carried the last four suitcases into the living room and placed them on the floor.  Who was he kidding?  He was who he was, that wasn't going to change just because his mate was a little ball of energy.
     Ton turned and walked into his mate's kitchen and stopped.  When he'd come in the night before he'd followed his mate's scent back to the bedroom and waited.  He hadn't paid any attention to any other rooms. He was glad he hadn't.  Tommy's kitchen looked like a gourmet kitchen.  Ton looked around the large space in awe.  His man hadn't been kidding when he'd said he loved to cook.  He thought about his kitchen and cringed.  He'd moved into the foreman's house out behind the alpha house.  When Vet had lived there the house was clean, well...according to his standards.  Now, it looked like a big mess.  Like a tornado had blown through and left mass destruction in its wake.  Tommy's place was extremely clean.  He wondered if he was going to pester him like Richard pestered Vet.
     "My kitchen don't look like this," he admitted and saw Tommy turn to look at him and smile.
     "That's okay.  Is it this big or smaller?" the smaller man asked as he opened his refrigerator and began to clean it out.
     "It's a little smaller.  Alpha Vernon didn't really have cause to use it.  His sister Mandy used to cook up at the alpha house all the time.  Now he's living in the alpha house and Richard cooks for him there," he stated as he walked over to help.
     Tommy snorted and Ton looked over at him.  "What?" he asked with a smile on his face.
     "Richard is a better baker than a cook, but even that is very novice.  He doesn't cook, he follows directions.  A real cook, a chef, when they are making a meal, they are creating an experience.  They are creating art and a masterpiece.  I love Richard, he is one of my best friends, but he is a much better dancer than a cook," Tommy shrugged and grinned sheepishly.  "I've told him this before so no need to worry that I'm being disrespectful."
     Ton nodded and grinned.  His mate was a little spitfire when it came to cooking and he knew he was passionate in the bedroom.  He wondered where else the smaller man would prove to be passionate.
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     Four hours later the two men were finally on the road heading towards Texas.  Tommy's furniture was much nicer than what Ton had in his small three bedroom foreman's house back on the ranch so they'd decided to pack and bring most of it.  Ton still couldn't believe how much stuff his mate had.  He tried to figure out how they were going to fit it all in their small home when he realized that Tommy was bouncing in his seat.  They'd been driving steadily for about eight hours, his wolf genes making him able to drive a lot longer without getting tired, and he hadn't stopped once.  They had snacks, drinks, and Tommy had made a few small meals for them before they'd left.  So they'd been able to eat, drink and best of all get to know each other a lot better.  While he knew that he could go another two hours without having to stop and use the bathroom, his very human mate wouldn't be able to do that.  Especially since he'd watched as the smaller man had done some really intricate movements in order for his cock to not show from the front or the back.  He'd winced and whined and grabbed his own large cock in consolation, but Tommy had just grinned at him.
    "I don't do it all the time.  The tucking thing.  Just when I'm wearing tight pants or a short dress," the smaller man had explained before pulling on a plaid skirt that fell mid thigh and pulled down his white spaghetti strap shirt over the bra he wore with the inserts placed inside.  His hair had been curled in tight black ringlets below his shoulders and he'd lined his eyes, put on mascara and put on the shiniest red lipstick he'd ever seen.  He'd nodded but he'd walked funny for a while afterwards.
     Now he looked over at his mate in sympathy, "Do you need to stop and use the restroom?" he asked.  Tommy bit his lip and nodded.  He grinned and pulled off at the next exit towards the rest area.  Pulling into a parking space.  He chuckled when Tommy opened the door and hurried towards the male restrooms before the truck had come to a complete stop.  Turning off the UHAUL, he opened the door and stepped down.  Whistling, he locked both doors and walked towards the vending machines, as he got closer he heard the sounds of grunting and flesh hitting flesh.  He smirked.  It sounded as if there was a couple out there who was making good use of the relatively vacant rest area.  He couldn't wait to ask Tommy if he'd noticed who the couple was.  No sooner had that thought occurred than the strong, pungent, coppery smell of blood wafted up to his nostrils...his mate's blood.  That wasn't the sound of sex he'd heard, that was the sound of someone attacking his mate.  Without a thought for keeping his identity hidden to humans, he ripped his clothes from his body and allowed the shift to come over him, calling forth his wolf.
     His wolf was massively huge and black, he was bigger than the alpha, although the alpha was stronger in his wolf form than he was, which was as it should be.  Without another thought, he shook to be sure all of him had shifted completely and with a loud, menacing growl he raced towards the men's restrooms and his mate.  What he saw when he entered stopped his blood cold and then filled his veins with rage.  His mate was curled on the floor, his clothes ripped, his face badly beaten, his makeup smeared, his cock hanging limply, his torso covered in bruises, his ripped skirt in the corner, the cute red heels were being held in his attackers's hands as they raised them to continue with his beating.
     Ton growled low in his throat.  His mate was hurt, he could hear his heartbeat, which meant that he was alive, which is the only reason he wouldn't be killing these assholes, but they were going to wish he had.  He grinned ferociously when all three men screamed.  They were all the spitting image of snobby, preppy rich kid.  All of them wearing their khaki pants, loafers, button down shirts, and even their sweaters were tied around their necks.  Ton didn't care about that, or the fact that their hair was still so immaculately groomed.  He wanted their blood and he wanted it now.  He leaped forward and grabbed one guy, the head guy he'd assume by his actions, his jaws clamping down on his arm and jerking back.  He howled in satisfaction when the arm broke and the bone punctured the skin.  He refused to swallow the bastard's blood and spit out the small amount that had dribbled in his mouth.  His wolf was large enough to prevent the other men from leaving and in a few seconds all three men were unconscious and bleeding on the floor profusely.  Shifting back he hurried over to his mate and with a whimper picked up the smaller man in his arms.  He walked around the room, collecting Tommy's clothes and shoes, before hurrying out of the bathroom.  Looking around the wall that made up the entrance to the restroom, he saw that the area was still deserted and his clothes were still where he left them.  He scooped them up and jerked the keys out of the pockets and rushed to the UHAUL truck.  Opening the door he placed Tommy gently in the seat and quickly pulled on his pants before climbing inside the vehicle.
     Buckling in his mate, he started the truck and backed the vehicle out of the space, before driving out of the rest area quickly.  He had to find a hotel, a nice hotel, and quickly.  He needed to get his mate to a hot bath and a bed so he could assess his injuries.  He'd just found this man, this special man.  His man.  He wasn't going to let him go now.

Inconceivable: Part One-NSFW

Part One:


     "I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, THE EDGE.  I'm on the edge!" Tommy sang along with Lady Gaga as he lined his eyes with black eyeliner and put on his mascara.  Tilting his head to the side, he let his long, wavy, black hair fall to the side and smiled at his reflection.  Puckering his lips he blew a kiss to himself and turned to grab his bag from the toilet seat before leaving the bathroom.  Turning off the light and his iPod, he opened the door and stepped into his bedroom.  He was ready to go out tonight.  He needed to find himself a big, strong, SANE man who didn't turn into a fucking werewolf and get laid.  Whistling, he adjusted his bra inserts and then screamed loudly.  Sitting on his bed was the one man he was trying so hard to forget.
     "TON!  What the HELL are you doing here?" he yelled out at the overgrown cowboy who sat with his hands resting on the bed behind him and his long, muscled legs stretched before him and crossed at the ankles.  Tommy swallowed thickly and let his eyes peruse the Texan that lay before him.  Ton was a big man...no, scratch that, Ton was a HUGE man.  Named Anton Forrester, the man who stood at 6'7" and weighed about 240 lbs looked like a walking tank, his own black hair was cut extremely short, in the military style, his body was almost like one huge muscle.  Tommy couldn't stop the whimper from escaping his lips.  He'd been hot and horny for Ton's body since the day he'd met him.  Tommy groaned as he felt his cock start to thicken.  Hissing in pain, he turned and hurried back into the bathroom before Ton had a chance to reply to free himself from the tucking he'd done to appear like a woman.  Groaning at the feel of his cock enlarging fully, freed from its tight confinement, he wondered why in the world Ton was there and how in the hell he'd gotten into his apartment.  At that thought he turned and yanked open his bathroom door, unaware that the tight blue silk dress he'd put on was bunched around his waist, his cock displayed proudly.
     "How did you get in my apartment?" he hissed out as he glared at Ton.  The bigger man merely smirked before standing to his full height and walking towards him.  He stopped once he stood directly in front of Tommy, looming over him and without answering, grabbed Tommy's erection and began to stroke it.
     "I fought in a battle back in Texas, trying to keep Vet alive and keep Richard and those triplets safe and when I survived it I asked myself what would I have regretted if I had died?" Ton began speaking, his deeply rich voice washed over Tommy and lengthened his erection even more.  He groaned as Ton twisted his hand over the top of his cock before stroking it back down.  "I realized that I would regret not coming after you.  Just letting you leave me and run away like that.  You're my mate Tommy.  I know you know what that means, I explained it to you.  But just in case you need to hear it again, that means that you belong to me.  You're mine.  You hear me?  You don't get to leave me.  You don't get to run away back to New York because you don't understand something or because something frightens you.  You're mine.  This here," Ton stated, squeezing Tommy's dick which was leaking pre-cum, "this belongs to me."  Ton reached around Tommy's waist and squeezed his ass, "And this?  This ass is mine too."  Without hesitation, Ton spun Tommy around to face the bathroom sink and pushed him forward slightly until his bubble butt stuck out further.  The cowboy groaned.
     "I ain't giving you up without a fight.  I was planning on telling your landlord that you were my cousin and that the family had sent me out to stay with you for a few days but that I thought you might be at work and I just wanted to check but turns out, your landlord is a wolf shifter too.  All I had to tell him was that you were my mate and he let me right on in.  I heard you in the shower so I waited and I'm glad I did," Ton leaned over to speak into Tommy's ear and he shivered.  He couldn't believe that the Texan had flown all the way to New York, dealt with traffic and navigating through Greenwich Village, just to find him.  He couldn't believe he was here and he couldn't believe that he was sucking and nibbling on his ear, his neck and his shoulder.
     "I just don't think I'm really who you need Ton," Tommy's breath stuttered out of his chest.  "I mean, I understand that your pack or your family is understanding about the gay thing, but I'm a cross-dresser also.  I like to dress in drag.  In women's clothing," Tommy pointed out, hoping that Ton would leave after that.  The other man just shrugged.
     "And your point?" Ton asked as he pulled Tommy's dress over his head and dragged his tongue down the smaller man's spine to the globes of his delicious ass.
     "Some people may have a problem with that," Tommy pointed out, gasping when he felt Ton bite one cheek and then the other before kissing both.
     "Well then, fuck them.  I don't need their permission to mate you.  Their approval means nothing.  The only people whose opinions matter outside of yours and mine is Alpha Vet and Alpha Mate Richard and both of them are fine with it.  Ecstatic even.  So let's get to the root of all of your problems," Ton rationalized as he dragged his tongue down the crack of the smaller man's ass as his hands held the cheeks apart.
     Tommy groaned as he felt the tip of Ton's tongue flickering his taint and then gasped when that tongue traveled up and pressed lightly into his tight entrance.
     "Shit almighty!" Tommy moaned as he pressed his ass further back.  He jumped lightly as Ton smacked one side of his ass.
     "No moving until you answer my question.  What are you really afraid of?  Are you scared I'm going to eat you?" Ton asked before returning his lips and tongue to his warm channel.
     "No!  I'm not scared you're going to eat me!" Tommy gasped, his mind turning to mush beneath the onslaught of Ton's oral attack on his body.  His body jerked when Ton jerked him back firmly on his tongue, one hand pulling the left cheek of his ass to the side while the other hand reached around to stroke his cock.  He was in heaven.  He felt his orgasm approaching quickly and then whined when he felt Ton pull away from him.  He was turned again and felt himself looking up, up, up into his cowboy's eyes.  His cowboy had the most beautiful blue eyes ever and Tommy felt himself sinking into his gaze.
     "C'mon baby.  My beautiful, beautiful little man, tell me why you ran from me.  Was it really the wolf shifting thing?" Ton asked and Tommy heard the sadness and confusion in his tone and knew that he had to be honest, both with Anton and with himself.
     He shook his head no and sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.  "What if you mate me and then you meet someone that you want more?  Someone who isn't as big a freak as I am?  What if I give up my life here like Richard did and move out to Texas with you and then you change your mind?  What if I'm not enough for you?"
     Tommy gasped as he felt himself lifted into Ton's arms and carried back into the bedroom without another word being spoken.  He was laid down on the purple duvet and opened his mouth to ask Ton what he thought about what he'd just admitted to when the larger man leaned over him and took his lips in a deep kiss.  He moaned.  It had been way too long since he'd tasted Ton.  They'd kissed a few times when he'd been in Texas and each time had been more amazing than the one before but this time?  This time he felt like he was coming home.  He felt as if his heart and his soul were righting themselves within him, finally coming alive.  He felt whole and complete.
     He groaned again as Ton rubbed one finger around his puckered entrance before slowly pushing inside of him.  He lifted his hips and pushed his head back into his pillow, Ton's name on his lips.
     "Mmm, that's right baby.  Feel me.  You're mine.  Give it to me.  I want it all," Ton rasped in his ear before  moving his lips down Tommy's chest, blowing air over his groin and then taking the smaller man's very erect cock into his mouth at the same moment he pushed in a second finger.
     Tommy's orgasm took him by surprise and he came thickly down Ton's throat and panted out the larger man's name.  His body trembled as he felt Ton continued sucking him his now softening cock, his fingers still thrusting inside of his still clenching channel.
     "Oh.  My.  God," he breathed and heard Ton chuckle.  The bigger man pulled out his fingers slowly and crawled over him.
     "You're perfect for me baby.  That's why fate gave you to me.  Now that you know that, no more running.  You're coming home with me to Texas...where you belong," Ton stated gruffly and Tommy could do nothing but nod.  He could only hope that Ton was right and that the cowboy wouldn't regret bringing him back to Texas.

Unthinkable: Epilogue

Epilogue:

     "VET!!! GET IN HERE QUICK!!" Richard yelled and Vet felt his heart stop in his chest before it sped up quickly.  Hearing his mate's frantic voice, he slid out from underneath the sink and raced towards the living room.  

     "What happened?  What's wrong?" he panted out, his eyes darting around the room looking for the source of his mate's panic when he saw nothing he looked back at his mate and then stopped in his tracks.  Richard was sitting on the floor with RJ standing in front of him, his hands on the baby's waist.  RJ was facing Vet, his hands stretched out towards him.

     "Watch Daddy.  Look at what our baby can do," Richard said with a grin before looking at RJ.  "Show Daddy what you can do RJ.  Go to Daddy."  Seconds later Richard released RJ and Vet's heart stuttered in his chest as the baby took one step, then another, then another.  Tears stung his eyes and he knelt before the little boy his arms open as the infant stumbled into his arms.  Lifting him into his arms, he clutched the baby to him tightly, tears rolling down his face.  He missed his sister Mandy so much at that moment.  Mandy should have been there to see her baby take his first steps.  She should have been there to see them grow up, to celebrate with them when Amy had said "Papa" for the first time while holding Richard's face.  He couldn't help feeling a little guilt because he knew that had Mandy still been alive he probably wouldn't have met Richard when he did and he wouldn't trade his life with his mate for anything in the world.

     It had been six months since the battle with Bobby Ray.  Six blissful months with the triplets.  They had welcomed all twenty-five of the rogue wolves into the pack, the farm and the ranch were flourishing, Richard had started teaching dance to some of the cubs in the pack, he had also started planting and maintaining their vegetable garden and their greenhouse.  Vet was extremely proud of him.  The triplets were thriving, growing up quickly, learning to walk and talk,  always smiling and laughing and happy and Vet knew it was all because of his mate.  With a final hug for RJ, he placed the little boy down on the floor and strode over to his mate.  Richard stood up with a smile on his face.

     "Aren't you proud Daddy?" Richard asked.  The two of them had taken to calling each other by what they wanted the triplets to call them whenever they were around.  Vet thought it was a little silly.  Atleast he did until Amy had called him "Dada" and then he'd grinned like an idiot for five hours.

     "I am so proud and so happy Papa," he responded before taking the smaller man into his arms.  "You have made me the happiest man in the world.  I love you more each day.  Thank you."

     Richard blinked up at him before a wide grin split his face, "I love you too my big puppy cowboy."  Richard laughed and took off running as Vet growled playfully and gave chase.  "I'm a wolf not a dog!" he yelled out before tossing his smaller man over his shoulder and heading towards the kitchen, where he laid his mate down on the counter and showed him the difference between a puppy and full-grown wolf shifter.

     Vet had never expected to find his mate in New York, had all but given up on having children of his own, but it turned out that what he'd thought was impossible and unthinkable turned out to be the greatest thing to ever happen to him.  He couldn't have asked for anything more.

                                                 

                                                              THE END

*AAaawww, sad to have to say good bye to Vet and Richard.  But I've got another story idea called "Inconceivable" and it's about Anton "Ton" and Tommy, so we'll see Vet and Richard again.  Hope you enjoyed it!*

Unthinkable: Part Six

Part Six:


      When Richard opened his eyes he was slightly disoriented for a few minutes.  Where the hell was he?  Suddenly the past twenty-four hours came rushing back to his mind with sudden clarity.  Vernon "Vet" Tate, his deceased best friend's older brother, had found him and after saving his life had informed him that he had partial custody of AL's triplets.  They had met a great couple in an elevator at the hotel, he'd met the triplets and instantly fallen in love, they'd been miserable on the plan ride back to Texas, arriving late in the afternoon, they'd put the triplets down to sleep and then...his eyes snapped open from where they had slowly drifted closed.  Vet had told him that he was a wolf shifter, had partially "shifted" in front of him, they'd had sex and he'd asked Vet to "mate" him, then the other man...the wolf had bitten him.  He did a mental check of his body, his ass was sore from the plowing he'd received from Vet's huge cock, his neck was tender from the bite, but there was something else...off.  He felt a pressure in his head...not like a headache, but like another presence...another person was in his head?  Okay, he had officially fallen off his rocker.  He'd gone crazy.  Maybe he had actually been hit by that car and he was now in a hospital room because in all of those gay paranormal romance books he'd read, none of the other men had ever freaked out like he was about to.
      Calm down baby.  I know it's going to take some getting used to, but I would never hurt you.  And you're not crazy, you just kinda been made aware that the world isn't what you were taught to believe it was.  That it's bigger and more complicated than you can imagine, now will you please stop freaking out?  Because iffen I bring these babies in that room and they smell your anxiety and fear, it's going to set them off, he heard Vet say in his head and he gasped.  Sitting up quickly in bed he looked around.  Vet wasn't in the room with him, no one was there, lifting up the sheet he saw that someone, Vet, most likely, had put him in a pair of his pajama pants.  He looked at the door and saw the doorknob turning.  Trying to calm his racing heartbeat, he inhaled and exhaled deeply.  He could do this, he was fine, everything was okay.  If Vet wanted to eat him, he would've done it last night.  He heard Vet snort just before the door opened.
      "You think I wanna eat you?" he heard the big Texan's voice as he pushed in Curt, RJ and Amy in their stroller, all three babies wide awake and smiling at the appearance of Richard.
      "Hey, no making fun of the human.  I'm still trying to wrap my head around this," he admonished the other man before leaning over to lift out Amy who had begun to fuss.  Tickling her lightly, he looked up shyly at Vet where the other man stood staring down at him.  So what now? he asked mentally, hoping the other man received the question, he was unsure he would since he'd done it consciously instead of the other times when it just seemed as if the older man knew what he was thinking.
      Whatever you want.  I've gotta meet with my Beta, that's my second in command and a few of my Gammas, but that's me.  You can take the triplets and go shopping or garden or read in the library or watch tv...whatever you want.
      Richard was about to protest the idea of being a kept man like he was some househusband, when he looked down into sweet smiling face of baby Amy.  He could have his own pursuits in between caring for the triplets.
      "I'm not a househusband," he protested stubbornly and heard Vet snort.
      "Of course you're not.  You're the mate of the alpha.  Trust me, you're going to be working hard in no time," the other man said before walking over to place a gentle kiss on the top of Richard's head.  Richard smiled and lifted his head for a kiss.  Okay, so he was going to spend the rest of his life with a man who could shift into a wolf.  That wasn't necessarily a bad thing right?  From what he could see, Vet was loyal, upstanding, strong, had a great sense of humor, was possessive, but not overly so, caring, compassionate, a great brother, a fantastic uncle, a wonderful father and an amazing lover...he could do a lot worse.  And as their kiss deepened he amended his earlier statement to add another great trait, impossibly amazing kisser.  Oh yeah, he could do a whole lot worse.

      Hours later found Richard and the triplets in one of the empty bedrooms, music playing, all of the furniture pushed to one side, the triplets all watching Richard from their baby swings as he danced gracefully around the room.  The music was a fluid, pulsing beat, emotionally stirring, and when Vet found them, he found himself wanting to lay on the floor and just watch as Richard moved around the room.  The man truly was amazing.  Vet sat down right inside of the doorway, not wanting to get in Richard's way, but not wanting to miss anything either.  As Richard's legs and arms extended and his body spun in graceful circles, before sliding and leaping beautifully, Vet felt a warmth spread throughout his chest.  His mate was amazing.  He hadn't seen any type of professional dancing, usually the only type of dancing he saw was in one of the honkey tonk bars in town or one of the gay bars in Dallas.  What Richard was doing, however, it was more than dancing, Vet felt like he was actually seeing the music, the story, he was watching passion, heartache, pain, redemption and forgiveness in motion.  He was breathless and in awe at the abandon with which his mate danced and he felt himself growing erect behind the zipper of his jeans.  As the music faded away, he saw Richard give one final turn and with a small leap land right in front of him, his hand outstretched towards his face.  The music ended, another song starting and still the two of them remained frozen, their eyes locked on each other, Richard's hand still stretched out towards Vet's face.  Without thought Vet took Richard's hand and pulled the smaller man into his lap before taking his lips with his own and kissing him deeply, trying to convey with his kiss how watching Richard dance had made him feel.
     Pulling back from the kiss Vet smiled down into his mate's flushed face.  "You dance beautifully," he breathed across the other man's face.
     "Thank you," Richard breathed back.  No other words were needed and so Vet kissed his mate again, this time plunging his tongue inside the smaller man's open mouth.  He heard Richard groan and growled in response.  Their passion, always simmering beneath the surface began to boil out of control.  Someone clearing their voice in the hallway was the only thing to snap them out of their passionate haze.  Richard pulled back with a gasp and turned to look at who had intruded on their intimate moment.  Vet didn't need to look, he'd know that scent anywhere, it was his Beta, Anton Forrester, affectionately called "Ton" by all who knew him.
     "Sorry to interrupt Alpha, but you wanted me to let you know when those three new horses you had bought arrived," the large man stated and with a sigh Vet turned to look at him.  Ton stood a few inches taller than his own 6'7" and was about twenty pounds heavier, making him the perfect beta for the Tate clan, a clan made up of mostly alternative lifestyle families and individuals, here in Wichita Falls, Texas.
      "I could always take care of it for you Alpha if you want?" he could hear as well as smell Ton's amusement at the fact that he'd caught his alpha and his mate in a semi-compromising position.
       "Well, if you could do it yourself then why did you come and bother Vet?" Richard asked, annoyed.  Vet grinned with pride when he saw Ton bare his neck instantly and lower his eyes in submission.
      "Forgive me Alpha Mate, it won't happen again," Ton was instantly contrite and even though Vet knew Richard didn't fully understand Ton's reaction to him, the smaller man seemed to take it all in stride.  Nodding his head he gestured with his hand for Ton to raise his head.
      "it's nothing.  Just don't do it again.  What's your name?" Richard asked and Vet sat back against the doorframe, his legs spread wide on either side of the doorway, he pulled Richard around to settle him back against his chest and wrapped his arms around his mate's torso and waist.
      "My name's Anton Forrester, Alpha Mate, but most folks 'round these parts just call me Ton because of my size," Ton responded.  Vet heard Richard scoff at the nickname and smiled.  You could take the boy out of New York, but you couldn't take New York out of the boy and it was obviously going to take his mate some time to get used to the way those in the South liked to give everyone a nickname.  He'd have one before long and he probably wouldn't like it.
      "Well, Anton, are you mated?  Do you have a mate yet?" Richard asked, his head tilting slightly in a move of curiosity, unaware that he was showing submission to Ton.  Vet slowly and gently, straightened the other man's head, thankful that he could trust Ton to not attempt to challenge Richard for his show of submission.  He knew he'd have to explain things to Richard later.  Preferably when they were alone.
      "No, not yet, Alpha Mate," Ton responded and Vet felt more than heard Richard chuckle.
      "Please, call me Richard, I'm begging you.  Alpha Mate is a mouthful," he pointed out smiling when Ton nodded.  "Now then, we have got to find you a mate, and soon, so you'll know how it feels whenever you're near them.  How do you feel about cross-dressers?"

*I had to pay my respects to an industry that I'm no longer able to be involved in: Dance.  I used to dance contemporary and I can't anymore, but when you watch truly gifted dancers, they make you feel the same way that Richard made Vet feel.  Next installment goes up tomorrow!!*

Unthinkable: Part Five-NSFW

Part Five:


     Richard cringed as Amy began crying in Vet's arms again and sighed as he looked over at the man directly across the hall from him.  "Do you need me to take her again?" he asked, his tone sympathetic and slightly pleading.  He'd become one of those people.  The kind that brought their sobbing, bawling, miserable babies on board an airplane and made everyone else suffer because of it.  Giving the passengers all behind him a sheepish and apologetic look, he checked to be sure that Curt and RJ were still asleep...they were...before standing up and walking across the aisle to take a squirming, crying Amy from her uncle's arms.
     "We should have drove," Vet mumbled for the eight time.
     "You don't think I wish we were a little farther into this trip?  That maybe the trip was already over, or better yet, wasn't even a necessity?  I do, with all my work with the babies and dealing with you so far, I totally understand.  But if we had driven, we would have been on the road for a week," Richard pointed out before he sat back down.
      "Not true.  We coulda been there in three days," Vet pointed out.
      "Staying in hotels?  Really?" Richard questioned him.  He rocked Amy gently in his arms smiling when the infant began to calm down.
      "What's wrong with staying in hotels?" Vet asked petulantly.  Richard grinned at the pouty look on the big man's face, so out of character with his stature that he almost laughed.
      "Staying in hotels is fun when kids are older or when it's just the parents, but having infants in a hotel?  Especially when you're travelling?  It doesn't sound like fun to me," Richard stated with a shrug, before noticing that Amy had finally fallen asleep.
      "You're really good with 'em," Vet smiled.  Richard merely blushed before standing carefully to put the baby back in her carrier.  Taking out a pair of earplugs he gently placed them in her ears, before placing a pacifier in her mouth which she began to suck on in her sleep instantly.  Turning to repeat the process with Curt and RJ he found his hand grabbed by Vet and he stopped.  Turning to look at the other man, his eyes widened at the desire burning in his green eyes.  Letting his eyes drift down he saw the very large erection straining against the front of Vet's Wranglers and felt his own erection surging in his designer jeans.
      "You..uh...you wanted something?" he asked in a choked voice.  Vet opened his mouth to respond when the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign flashed and the pilot began speaking.  Richard heard Vet growl softly in frustration and felt his mouth pull up in a small smile.  When Vet released his hand, he leaned forward and quickly kissed him before returning to his seat between Curt and RJ, who were blessedly, still asleep.  Quickly putting in their earplugs and pacifiers, he fastened his seatbelt and sat back with a sigh.  What was it about Vet?  He always had the urge to curl up in his lap and rub himself all over the other man, or to rip off his clothes, spread his legs and beg the bigger man to fuck him six ways from Sunday or...most embarrassingly, he wanted to tilt his head to the side and beg the other man to bite him.  He'd never been into BDSM or S/M or whatever it was that Rihanna was singing about, so he had no idea where the urge to be bitten came from.  Giving himself another mental shake, to prepare himself for landing, he glanced over at the man in question only to find Vet's eyes fastened on him.  He smiled weakly at him, feeling as if he were being undressed with Vet's eyes and wishing he knew what the other man was thinking.
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      Vet groaned as he smelled Richard's arousal hanging heavily in the close confines of his Ford Expedition.  They had been able to grab the triplets, a luggage rack and get to where he'd parked his "Expo" with minimum fuss.  As soon as they'd settled in the car, however, he'd smelled Richard's arousal and felt himself fighting his wolf for dominance.  He felt his canines trying to extend, his body struggling to grow bigger and his hair beginning to grow longer and thicker in some places and he inhaled to calm his racing heart.  Which was a bad idea, of course, because with that inhale the smell of Richard's cloying arousal pulsed through his body.  This time he couldn't hold back the growl in his throat.  He saw Richard's gaze fly towards his and he responded.
      "You're killin' me here babe, with all your wantin' me and bein' all turned on and shit," he explained, reaching down to try to give himself some room in his jeans, although there was none to be had.  All shifters were well endowed but he was still bigger than most and for that reason, he often had to buy larger sized jeans and wear a belt, just so he wouldn't feel choked all day, but to be trying to drive, in his Wranglers, hard and getting harder?  Well it was damn near becoming a fucking magic trick.
      "How did you know I was-" Richard questioned, not finishing the question.  Vet sighed, he could give some flip answer but his momma had always taught him that you don't lie to your mate, even if it would be in their best interest.  Turning onto the long dirt driveway that lead to his family ranch and working farm, filled with acres of wild forest, left there for the members of the pack to be able to run and hunt, Vet didn't answer as he pulled up in front of the home his parents had left for Mandy after he'd insisted that he'd stay in the bachelor house he'd built for himself that sat a ways behind the main house, the alpha house.  He tried to see the home through Richard's eyes and could see why the New Yorker sat with his mouth open.  All of the properties in New York were tiny but cost a lot of money, real estate in Texas was more of the "bigger is better" variety and so while everything in Texas was actually bigger than just about anything in New York, the cost was actually cheaper.  His home rose three stories from the ground, boasted of six bedrooms, in addition to the master suite, a nursery, a library, an office, family room, gourmet kitchen, formal dining room, breakfast nook, outdoor pool, greenhouse out back, with a vegetable garden that his mother had started and Mandy had continued.  They had a very large working ranch, where he raised and bred horses, getting them reading for rodeos and competitions.  They also had cattle, sheep, and goats on their farm, which none of the pack ever hunted, knowing that the animals helped to bring in money for them.
      "Oh.  My.  God.  I'm going to be living here?" Richard breathed and Vet smiled, not answering before turning off the vehicle and climbing from the car.  He walked towards the back, opened the door and after unbuckling them, lifted up the carriers that held Curt and RJ, deciding to stick with the boys, as he carried them towards the house.  He heard Richard following him and smiled and the sounds of awe and wonder the smaller man made as he walked up towards the large, white clapboard home.
      "This used to be a plantation.  You know a long time ago.  When the Civil War broke out though, the slaves were freed by this mysterious group of people who drove off the slave owners and gave the slaves their freedom.  A lot of them stayed, some of them moved north, some of them stayed in town, but this land has been a part of my family ever since," Vet gave Richard the history as he finally opened the door and led the smaller man inside.  He heard the other man gasp again as he saw the large entryway.  There was a large wolf image imprint on the floor, put there when his father was still alive.  As they walked through the house, heading towards the nursery, he pointed out each room to his mate.  Each room had a different theme and was painted in a different color.  As a kid he'd found it all fascinating, as an adult he found it just a little scary.
      "Your parents couldn't decide on one color?" he heard Richard ask and he laughed.
      "My grandparents did this.  My parents just kept it the way it was, so did Mandy.  You could change it if you want."  He heard Richard grunt and wondered at the sound.  Walking up the stairs and turning right at the top he pointed out the other bedrooms, letting Richard know that while no one lived there currently they were sometimes used by his "close friends and employees when they'd been working late," unsure of how to explain "Beta" and "Gamma Guards" to the smaller man.  Walking up the second flight of stairs he led his mate to the nursery and walked inside the bright yellow room.
      "Gah!" he heard Richard yelp and chuckled.  His grandmother had really liked bright colors and the yellow was so bright it was almost neon.
      "I had nightmares of this room as a kid," he laughed, picking up Curt and placing the sleeping baby in his crib, before taking out his earplugs and covering him with a light sheet.
      "I bet you did.  I think I will too," he heard Richard say as he picked up RJ to repeat the process with him.  All three sleeping babies settled, he grabbed his mate's hand and, after turning on the baby monitors and security cameras, he walked down the hall towards the master suite.
      "You've got some really high-tech security going on in the nursery there.  Are there a lot of people out to kill wealthy cowboys out here in these parts?" Richard teased.  Vet merely pulled the smaller man into the bedroom before shutting the door and pushing the other man up against it, his hands on either side of the younger man's head as he bent low to speak into his upturned face.
      "Only when you're as important as me.  We had someone attempt something right after the triplets were born.  We've had to take extra precaution now," he said before capturing his mate's mouth with his own.  Richard's taste burst across his tongue and he growled low in his throat again.  His wolf wanted its mate...NOW and if he didn't do something and fast, he was going to do something he'd regret later.  Like mate Richard without his permission.  He felt the smaller man's hips thrust against his own and felt his erection rubbing against his aching one and he knew that the time was now or never.  With a teasing nip to the other man's full bottom lip he pulled away slightly, grinning at Richard's whimper of protest and resisting his clutching hands.
      "I want you Richard," he started.
      "And you can have me, right now, so let's go," he heard the other man's breathless voice.
      Vet merely grinned and shook his head, placing a finger on Richard's lips before taking a small step back. "You need to know something first before you decide if you still want me or not," he explained before he began to strip off his clothes.
      "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but what do you have to tell me that involves you taking off your clothes?  I know you're not a woman, I felt your dick grow hard against me, so that's not it, and I can tell it's not small so what is it?" Richard asked curiously.  Vet merely continued undressing, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his boots, socks, jeans and then his boxers, he stood before Richard completely nude and completely aroused.
      "Good god almighty," he heard Richard breathe and he smiled in spite of the seriousness of what he had to say.  He watched as Richard stepped forward slowly as if in a trance before sinking to his knees before him.
      "You can tell me later," he said before sticking out his tongue to lick up the liquid that had collected at the end of his engorged shaft.  Vet growled again, his body shaking, before he felt his canines lengthen, his hair growing thicker and longer and his cock growing in size.  He looked down at his mate, on his knees in a position of submission and knew that he wouldn't be able to stop the change from taking over him this time, he needed to claim his mate...and he needed to do it now.
      "Oh my god!  Is your dick getting bigger?" he heard Richard exclaim in shock and...happiness?  He never would have though his mate was a size queen, but apparently he was.
      "Listen Richard," he spoke, his words slightly slurred because of his elongated teeth, "I'm not like other men."
      "Obviously," Richard agreed, his eyes still fastened on Vet's still growing erection.  "Oh, we are going to need a lot of lube and a lot of stretching, if you plan on fitting that thing inside of me," the smaller man teased.
      Vet groaned at the image and reaching down to grab Richard by the shoulders he lifted him up so he could look into the man's face.  He knew what he looked like, his canines had extended, his hair had grown to just past his shoulders, his chest was broader, more heavily muscled and soft hair covered it lightly, his normally ten inch cock was now around eleven and a half inches and had grown thicker as well, his hands had grown and he had to watch his nails that had lengthened and strengthened into claws.
      "Vet?  What the fuck!?  You look like a wolf man!" Richard breathed and Vet sniffed the air, scenting his slight fear, his curiosity and amazingly, his arousal was still there.
      "That's what I been trying to tell you.  I'm a wolf shifter.  Hollywood calls us "werewolves" but we're shapeshifters, we ain't bound by the moon, we can shift at will into our wolf forms or into our half wolf, half man forms like you see.  But we only shift into this third form when we're fighting a challenge or when we're about to claim our mates," he explained.  He saw Richard's eyes widen.
      "M-mates?  What's that?" he grinned wolfishly at Richard's question, before lowering his head and inhaling the scent of his mate.  His wolf howled in pleasure within him and he rubbed his face in the crook of the man's neck before lifting his head to answer.
      "Wolves mate for life.  Wolf shifters are the same.  Fate has one person, sometimes two, that is created just for us.  We know them by their scent.  When we find that person or persons, we feel the urge to claim them, to make love to them and to bite them, here," he said pointing to the very spot he'd nuzzled earlier as he sat back down on the bed and pulled Richard down to sit on his lap.  "When we bite them, we mark them so that everyone knows that they belong to us, that they are claimed that they are mated.  So when I mark you, everyone will know that you belong to me.  The Alpha of the Tate Pack."
      Richard moaned and tilted his head back and Vet wondered if it was a conscious movement or not.  Deciding not to overanalyze it, he licked the spot where Richard's neck joined his shoulder and then lightly grazed is canines over the spot.  He felt Richard shudder and no longer willing to wait, he used one nail to tear  into Richard's clothes before yanking them from the younger man's body.  He swung the smaller man up onto the bed and pulled off the high end boots the other man wore, before pulling off his socks leaving him blissfully naked and throbbing.
      "I'm your mate?" he heard Richard's breathless voice.
      "Yeah, and now I'm gonna claim you, mark you, and fuck you until you pass out," Vet promised before leaning over to take his mate's leaking cock into his mouth, he had to taste him.  The taste of his mate flooded his tongue and surrounded his senses.  He heard Richard moan loudly and felt his hips surge forward as he tried to shove his dick into Vet's throat.  He chuckled and held down the smaller man's hips.  Swirling his tongue around the head of the other man's throbbing erection, he dragged his tongue down one side before licking up the other side, pushing lightly on the vein he felt throbbing there.  He stuck his tongue into the slit at the tip of the smaller man's erection, savoring his flavor on his tongue before he kissed his way up his body to his puckered pink nipples.  He moaned in appreciation at the sight before taking one into his mouth.  He licked and sucked on the hardened tip, the fingers of his left hand, plucking and squeezing the right nipple so that it didn't feel abandoned.  Biting gently on the nipple in his mouth he heard Richard pant his name and plead with him to just "do it already."  He shook his head before kissing and licking his way across his mate's toned chest to the other nipple, raising his right hand to the other wet tip as he repeated the process.  He tortured the hardened tips until he felt his mate's body trembling beneath him.  Raising his head he moved up before he lowered his lips down onto the other man's opened mouth.  Their tongues tangled together, their breathing harsh with want and desire.  He felt Richard's arms wrap around his neck and his legs wrap around his hips and groaned as the tip of his own throbbing erection rubbed against the clenching puckered entrance of his mate.
      "Vet, please.  I want you inside of me, now," he heard Richard's voice, laced with desire reach down and grip his cock in its embrace.
      "I wanted to take my time and make it good for you," he panted, groaning when Richard lifted his hips.
      "Take your time next time, but this time I want you to fuck me and I want you to do it now!" Richard grinned, it seemed as if his mate was going to be a bossy bottom, rather than the submissive man he'd thought him to be.  It turned him on even more.  No longer able to constrain himself, he reached over to jerk open the top drawer of the nightstand and yanked out the bottle of lube he'd put there when he'd had to move in after Mandy's death.  Shoving out thoughts of his dead sister and her mate, he sat back on his knees and opened the cap on the bottle of lubricant.  Pouring some on his fingers, he almost dropped the bottle when he saw Richard grab hold of his own erection and begin to stroke.  He watched for a moment, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as he remembered the taste of the younger man, before he slapped away the other man's hand.
      "Mine," he growled before taking one lubed finger and circling around the smaller man's puckered entrance.  Both men groaned simultaneously and Vet grabbed one firm cheek and squeezed it gently before slowly pushing in one finger.  The velvet heat of his mate, clenching his finger, the tightness that surrounded his digit, made him whimper and almost lose his firm hold on his wolf.  He had to hurry up and prepare and stretch his mate or he was going to embarrass himself and come all over the sheets before he even got a chance to be inside of him.  Slowly thrusting his finger inside Richard's hole, he waited until he felt his entrance relax some before he pulled his finger almost all the way out and then pressed two inside.
      "Hurry up Vet, please," he heard Richard plead, the younger man's hands clenching the sheets of the bed tightly in his grasp.
      "Not yet baby, I'm way bigger than this," he admonished him before slowly pressing in a third finger.  He thrust his fingers inside, turning them gently and finding the mass of nerves that was the other man's prostate. He pressed on the button and felt Richard's hips thrust up, a small yelp leaving his throat.  "Oh yeah, baby, just like that, let me hear you," his voice rumbled from his chest and focusing on that spot he thrust his fingers in faster and deeper, pressing in a fourth finger when he felt the muscles surrounding his mate's entrance loosen.  No longer able to hold himself back, he pulled out his fingers and coating his aching erection liberally in lube, he pressed the tip of his cock to his mate's entrance and paused.
      "Do it Vet, now!" Richard demanded and Vet had to stop himself from thrusting in at that point.
      "You understand that when I do this, I'm going to bite you at some point, mark you as mine forever.  You're going to belong to me, and I'm going to belong to you.  Mated forever.  I won't ever let you go after this Richard," he stated firmly.  He watched Richard's eyes open and let those crystal blue eyes lock with his clear green ones.  After a few seconds he saw Richard nod and he smiled.
      "I understand Vet, now will you please shut the fuck up and mate me already?" Richard's words ended on a gasp, when Vet pressed in slowly, stopping with just the head of his cock inside, allowing the smaller man to adjust and relax before pressing all the way inside.  Both men groaned and Richard locked his legs around Vet's waist and nodded his head, telling the other man he could move.  So move is exactly what Vet did.  Pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained inside, he pressed back in, fully and deeply.  He pulled back and then thrust back in slowly before building up speed until he was pounding his cock into the smaller man's entrance, the only sounds in the room moans, pants and flesh slapping against flesh, the most beautiful sound that Vet had ever heard.  He felt Richard's muscles clench his cock and knew that his mate was about to come, moving his hands from where they rested on the bed, he slid them under the smaller man's back and lifted him up until his mate's neck was bared to him.
      Feeling his own orgasm rushing over him he growled loudly, fiercely and possessively "MINE" and buried his teeth in his mate's neck.  He heard Richard scream out with the force of his orgasm, his seed spurting up between them before he felt as if the top of his own erection flew off as he spilled his own come deep within the channels of his mate's ass, covering them in his fluids, marking him inside as his teeth marked him outside.  He felt their souls joining together, their mating link snapping into place and their hearts beating as one and felt peace flood his spirit even as he felt both the force of his own orgasm as well as Richard's rush over him.
      Still shaking from the intensity of their shared orgasm, Vet laid Richard back down on the bed, withdrawing his canines before licking the wounds closed and whining happily at the sight of his mark on his mate's neck.  He stayed buried within the smaller man until he felt his body return to normal, his hairy slowly fading away, leaving only the hair on his chest, his canines receding and his cock softening and returning to its normal size before he was able to slowly pull out.  Both men hissed at the motion and Vet stood up from the bed on shaky legs and walked into the large en suite bathroom to wet a washcloth and grab a towel to clean them both off.  Having wiped them both clean and then drying them with the towel, he tossed both items toward the bathroom before climbing into bed behind his new mate.  He pulled the smaller man into his arms, breathing in his new scent, which was a blend of the both of them and smiled in delight.  Things had gone much better than he could have hoped for.  He had his mate, they were going to raise his sister's children together, his pack and his ranch were flourishing.  Everything was perfect.  Nothing could go wrong.
      "You know you're cleaning up that mess when we wake up," he heard Richard mumble and he chuckled softly.  It seemed as if his little mate was a neat freak.  Well, he was a slob, so he could see a lot of fun arguments ahead.
      "Yes dear," he would promise his mate anything as long as he stayed in his arms.  He sighed again, his body slowly following his mate into sleep, yep, perfect.


*Next installment's going up tomorrow!*