Unthinkable: Part Two

Part Two:

    Vet didn't spend much of his life smiling.  There just wasn't much in his life to smile about.  His parents had died when he was barely eighteen, leaving him in charge of his sister Amanda, the head of their family, and with his father's death, he'd been named Alpha by default.  It wasn't something that had shocked him too much, he'd always been made aware that he would be alpha one day, unless someone challenged him for the role and he lost.  The timing was just wrong.  Vet had just met the greatest guy, Michael.  Michael was tall, thin, with a firm ass, and pouty lips and Vet had fallen instantly in love with him.  The two of them had had to sneak around, not because Vet's family wouldn't understand about him being gay, although that's what he'd told Michael, it was because he was a shifter and Michael wasn't.
    Vet had grown up knowing he was a wolf shifter, what it meant, the proud heritage of his people and how important it was for him to keep that part of himself a secret from everyone but other shifters and his mate.
    His mate.  Vet looked at Richard where the man paced back and forth from his bedroom to the living room of his tiny New York apartment, packing, muttering and protesting going to Texas.  Vet had never smelled anything as delicious as the smell of his mate.  Richard smelled like burning wood, baked apples and melted caramel, his favorite candy.  When he'd first began following the smaller man, he hadn't been able to detect his scent, his nostrils filled with the stench of New York City.  How could anyone stand all of the noise and the smell of broken dreams, despair and garbage? He asked himself for the fifth time.  The instant he'd rescued Richard, however, the younger man's scent had wrapped around him like the softest blanket, making him feel at home, making him want to rub against the smaller man and mingle their scents together.  He'd also wanted to make love to him and mark him so everyone knew who he belonged to.  He sighed as the man in question stepped back out of his bedroom, nibbling on his bottom lip.  He was about to protest again and Vet was actually considering knocking the other man out and whisking him back to Texas.
     "I'm not sure this is a good idea.  I mean, I'm supposed to just drop everything and move to Texas?  Texas?!  They kill men like me in Texas!  Besides, I have a life here and I'm not really sure that I'd make such a good parent.  I mean...I'm kind of high maintenance you know?  Self-centered.  I only think about myself.  These babies will be better off if you raised them alone.  Do I need to sign something?  I'll give you everything-" Richard's words cut off when Vet stood up and approached him.  He'd heard enough, the younger man was going to worry himself sick with all of the accepting and denying, packing and unpacking.
    "I don't believe any of that for one second.  There's no way Mandy woulda stayed friends with you iffen you was selfish and self-centered.  Yeah, you might be high-maintenance, but then so was Mandy and we got along right nice.  'Sides, I work all the time.  I ain't really got the time to be a single parent.  Got a bunch of folks counting on me to look out for them and I take my responsibilities seriously.  And we got gays in Texas. I'm gay, been gay all my life and ain't nothing happened to me yet.  Now you just stop looking for ways to be wrong for these babies.  They depending on both of us to care for them, so was Mandy or she woulda never left them to us.  You'll be fine, the babies'll be fine.  I'll be fine, we'll all be fine.  You just come and we'll try it for six months, iffen you still can't do it...well, I guess we'll worry about it then," Vet offered, ignoring the voice in his head that told him that he'd never let Richard go.  The man was his mate, created by the fates just for him.  They were destined to be together, and they would be, just as soon as Vet could convince Richard to get on a plane for Texas.  Then he'd tell him about shifters and mates and they'd be mated and raise the babies together and live happily ever after.  Easy as apple pie.  He shrugged off the feeling that things would never be as easy as he was trying to make it seem.  He smiled as Richard's blonde head nodded in agreement, his eyes still filled with uncertainty, his teeth still nibbling on that full bottom lip that he couldn't wait to suck on or feel wrapped around his cock, and he bit back a moan.  It wouldn't do him any good to scare off the jittery man with his overzealous hormones, but his wolf wanted its mate and he was having a hard time not picking up the smaller man, stripping him of all his clothes and fucking him up against the wall, just to take the edge off.  Then he'd lower him to the floor, flip him onto his stomach and lick and suck and fuck his ass with his tongue, he'd smile at the sound of the younger man's moans and gasps of pleasure.  Then when Richard was clawing at the carpet, he'd push his large cock deep within him and fuck him until they both couldn't move or speak.
      "Vet?" the sound of his name pulled him out of his erotic musings and he looked down at the other man, focusing on his face, the desire in his eyes slowly receding.
    "Yeah?" he replied, smirking when his nose detected the faint smell of the other man's arousal.  So his little man was turned on too, huh?  Maybe this whole mating thing wouldn't be that hard after all.
    "Where exactly are the triplets right now?  You didn't leave them by themselves did you?" Richard asked, a small note of panic creeping into his voice.  Vet bit his lip to keep from grinning.  Yep, even for all of his bluster and denials, Richard was going to be a great parent.
    "Naw.  Got an aunt who moved to Connecticut with her mate-err, her husband, and they met me here in the city.  Got 'em watching the babies in a hotel," he stated as he closed the fifth and final suitcase that Richard had placed near the door.  For a man who had no plans on leaving his home forever, Vet noticed that Richard hadn't left anything behind, except the furniture, which he wouldn't need anyway.  "Reckon we better get going.  We gotta pick up the triplets and get to the airport."
    Richard nodded his head but didn't move.  His eyes darted around the room, never staying on one item for long, not making a sound.  Vet could detect a stall tactic better than the next man.  Scenting the air, he picked up the lingering smell of Richard's arousal, his fear, his denial and his...excitement?  Could it be that Richard wanted  to come to Texas to raise Amanda and Cameron's kids?  It would certainly seem so.  Vet knew then that Richard needed to have his options taken from him, atleast in this matter.  Make it so that the smaller man wouldn't have to think at all, just follow and do what he was told.  He was sure that the other man wouldn't always be so accommodating, but for now, he needed the firm hand of an alpha to guide him.  It made him the perfect mate.  It made him Vet's perfect mate.
    "Alrighty then.  Grab your bags baby, let's go get our kids from the Hilton and fly on to Texas," he commanded his mate, grinning when the other man moved forward to do so without another word or thought.  He hadn't even noticed the term of endearment.  Vet chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders as he lifted up the rest of the bags, stepping out of the now almost bare apartment, walking the bags down to the large rental black SUV, he'd left waiting in front of Richard's Manhattan apartment.  He knew enough about New York real estate to know that if Richard was able to afford an apartment in Manhattan, then his dancing career paid him very well.  He also knew enough about body language and human psychology to know that Richard wasn't as happy as he projected himself to be.  He would make his mate happy.  They would raise Amanda's children as if they were their own and he would spend the rest of his days, trying to make his little mate, with his long blonde hair that fell to his shoulders, big crystal blue eyes, pouty lips, thin nose, and thin but toned frame, happy.  He always succeeded when he put his mind to it and he wasn't about to fail now.

New Story: Unthinkable

*Here's the new story that I spoke of earlier, I'm thinking clearly enough to post Part One.  Enjoy!*



   The first thing that Richard noticed were his hands.  They were large, manicured, tanned hands.  All sorts of naughty ideas went rushing through his mind as he saw those hands coming towards him, he could almost imagine those hands caressing him, holding him down, those long, wide fingers filling him before....
   He screamed when he was abruptly jarred out of his fantasy by those same hands grabbing him and pulling him out of the way of the truck barreling down the road.  He felt himself flying through the air, towards some unknown destination.  Okay, so maybe he wasn't flying but it felt like it, especially when he landed on something hard and then rolled onto something soft, with something large and hard on top of him.
   "I'm dead.  I just know it.  I'm dead," he heard his own breathless voice.
   "You're not dead, I just knocked the wind outta 'ya," he heard a deep Southern voice say above him.
    Hearing the tinge of amusement in the voice of his savior, he peeked open first one blue eye and then another, before his breath completely escaped him.  He was staring into the most amazingly beautiful, clear green eyes.  Black hair fell forward onto the forehead of the larger man, his thin lips pulled back into a smile, his thin nose flared slightly as if he were smelling something delicious.  Richard felt like wrapping his arms and his legs around the larger man, who appeared to be almost three times as large as his own 5'4" 119lbs frame. He may be very open about his sexuality, but a slut he was not...although, if the stranger asked him to get naked and dance around Times Square, he'd do it in a heartbeat.  He waited for the other man to rise off of him, especially with the gathering crowd asking if they were okay, and the not-so-subtle erection he had pressing against the front of his too tight, low-rise jeans.  He gasped as he felt a rumble in the larger man's chest and had to give himself a mental shake when he thought he heard the other man breathe the word "Mine".
    "You ever plan on getting off of me there cowboy?  You know so I can breathe?" he asked flirtatiously, a little shocked at his own audacity, but feeling a little saucy while underneath the muscled stranger, even though he might just get his ass kicked for coming onto the obviously straight man.
   "I hadn't planned on it, but I guess if you gotta breathe to live," the larger man rose off of him, stretching out a hand to help him up.  Richard rose gracefully with the man's help, two decades of dance training making themselves known.  He smiled and nodded at the crowd of people that asked him if he were alright, his gaze continuously returning to his hero, who stood silently beside him, almost in front of him, as if protecting him from being touched by anyone else.
   When the last person finally left and walked away, having gone out of their way to check on him and now returning to the hustle and bustle of New York life, Richard turned towards the other man, his eyes drifting up and up and up.  He felt his face flush and swallowed deeply.
   "Thank you for saving my life," he said shyly.
   The other man merely nodded, his gaze intense upon Richard's face.  When a long minute passed without a word being spoken, Richard reached down and grabbed his bag, that had amazingly been saved in all of the chaos.
   "You Richard Tillson?" the other man asked as he pulled a picture out of his pocket along with an envelope.  Richard froze and turned to face the other man.  How did this man know his name?  He nodded unable to speak.
   "I was comin' to yer place when I saw ya' leave.  Just kinda followed you, planned on talkin' to ya, or atleast introducing myself when I saw you crossing the street with the car comin' right at 'cha," the other man explained, obviously seeing the fear in Richard's face.  "My name is Vernon Tate, you knew my baby sister, Amanda Lynn?"
   Richard felt the fear lift off of him at the mention of his best friend, whom he called AL, for her initials, from college and graduate school.  He smiled at the other man.  So this was AL's older brother?  He was hot!  He stood at about 6'7", he was all muscle on top of muscle, his neck thick like a linebacker, his skin tanned by the sun, he could remember AL telling him about the family farm down in Texas.
   "Yeah!  You're Vet?" Richard asked excitedly, his naturally bubbly personality shining through as he thought about his best friend.  He sobered instantly, AL and her husband had passed a few weeks back in some kind of weird hunting accident.  Some other hunters shooting them when they mistook them for wolves.  Richard had been on tour in Paris and by the time the news had reached him, the funeral had already taken place.  "I'm so sorry for your loss," he said compassionately.  Vernon, or Vet as AL called him, merely nodded, blinking away the moisture in his eyes.
   "Um...so why were you looking for me?" he asked as he led Vet over to the benches in the park.  He sat down gently, feeling a little sore after his tumble with the other man a few minutes earlier, he crossed one leg over the other and smiled when Vet practically flopped onto the bench, his legs spread wide.
   "I don't really know how to say this, but, see Mandy, she and her husband, well they thought quite a bit of you, they felt real bad that you had to miss the wedding but still stayed in contact and she just gave birth to triplets, you know a few months before the...uh...accident and the lawyer said she left instructions for the care of the triplets," Vet paused here, his eyes locking onto Richard's as if imploring him to understand.  Richard wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination.  Contrary to what his father and brothers thought, he had an above average IQ that wasn't diminished or negated because he was gay or because he danced for a living.  Even with that it took him a while to really grasp what Vet was saying, but when he did he gasped.
   "You HAVE to be joking!  AL and Cameron left their triplets to me?  Why would they do that?  I'm single, unmarried, GAY, and I have a very successful career as a dancer!  I mean, well, a somewhat successful career.  I'm not working right now, but still!!  They lived in Texas and AL said you both came from a very traditional, if slightly unusual family.  How are they going to feel about AL leaving her babies to me?  And how am I supposed to support them?  I'm all by myself?  What was AL thinking?  I can't-" Richard's words were cut off abruptly when Vet leaned forward and took his lips in a hard and passionate kiss that fried his brain.  After a few minutes, when air was essential, the two men separated.
    "They left the triplets to you because they trusted you.  Both sets of parents are dead.  They left money, a house, cars, a college trust fund for all three babies, everything you could possibly need, they left it for you.  They trusted you.  Besides you really only have partial custody," Vet smirked at the look of trepidation that crossed Richard's face.
     "Who am I sharing custody with?" he asked, although he suspected he knew the answer.
    "Well, that's why I'm here.  You're sharing custody with me and I came here to fetch you and bring you back to Texas to help me raise...well...our children."