Part Three:
Tommy woke up to pain. Excruciating, blinding, heart-stopping, breath-stealing pain. For a moment it was all he could think about. The pain started at his head and worked all the way down his....what the fuck? Did his dick hurt too? He groaned and realized at that point that there were other people in the room with him. The extremely deep voice of a man, the sexiest voice he'd ever heard, and a lighter, softer, more melodious sound of a woman. Maybe they were the doctor and the nurse? Maybe he was in the hospital? That would make sense if he was run over by a Mac truck like he felt.
"Baby? Did you make a noise? Please baby, respond...say something," he heard the man say and his heart pounded in his chest. Baby? Why was this man calling him baby? That seemed a little inappropriate coming from his doctor. He struggled to remember what had happened to him, where he was, who this man could be....he remembered....getting ready to move in with someone....a man, a big man....Anton! Anton Forrester, the wolf shifter....oh yeah, they were on the road, they'd made it all the way to Virginia and then....he gasped as he remembered walking into the restroom. He began thrashing on the bed, moaning and screaming as he relived the horror of his attack.
"No! No! No!!" he screamed, tears rolling down his face, his mouth open and gasping for air, his arms and his legs thrashing about wildly as he tried to fight off his invisible attackers.
"Tommy! Baby! Wake up! You're safe. I'm here, they're gone. I promise. C'mon baby, please open your eyes, please," he heard the man say and instantly soothed. His eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in pain, wincing in agony. He looked around the room wildly and he saw Ton sitting on the bed next to him, his hands clutching his shoulders. He threw himself into the bigger man's arms, uncaring of his injuries, unmindful of his appearance.
"Oh god Ant!" he cried as he clutched the other man's shirt desperately, scrambling to climb up into the cowboy's lap. He heard the other man making shushing noises in an effort to calm him and felt Ton's hands hold onto him firmly. When another, more slender hand touched his back before rubbing his hair he stiffened and jerked away.
"Tommy! Baby! It's okay. It's just my sister, Luci. She's a doctor, I called her and asked her to meet us here, to help you!" Ton stated frantically.
Tommy looked over at the woman and assessed her. She stood at his height, with long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, a small pert nose, pink lips, a delicate almost disarming frame of body, with curves in all the right places, and as his eyes traveled back up he saw her eyes, her startling blue eyes. Those eyes, filled with kindness, sadness for what he'd been through, anger at his attackers, sympathy for his anguish, and concern over his injuries, filled him with peace and he calmed instantly. He heard Ton chuckle and looked over at him, much more calm and serene, more aware of his surroundings than he had been upon first waking.
"Luci is an omega. She has this ability to make people feel at ease and at peace. It's sort of a special...gift she has. I haven't seen her use it on a human in a while," Ton explained and Tommy nodded. So Luci was a wolf shifter too.
"Are they dead?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion, raspy from screaming. He saw Ton and Luci exchange looks before Ton answered him.
"No, they're not. They were injured pretty bad though, had to be put into the hospital, both for their injuries and because they said they saw the wolf that attacked them turn into a human before he picked up the other man in the bathroom, the one that they'd beat up," the Texan growled.
Tommy's eyebrows lifted in amazement, "They confessed to beating me up?"
"In their confusion and hysteria, yeah, they did," Ton said with a smile. Tommy merely nodded again and looked around the room, before his eyes landed on the pamphlet on the table.
"Mississippi?" he read aloud and looked over at Ton. "We're in Mississippi?"
Ton nodded and swallowed thickly. "I tried to nurse you myself, but you were getting worse. You wouldn't wake up, I wasn't sure if you were even alive. I took you to the hospital, but they wanted to keep you overnight and wouldn't let me see you. So I sneaked out with you and kept driving. My sister was visiting a friend of hers here in Mississippi so we just met up here so she could care for you."
Tommy looked over at Luci who merely smiled at him before answering, "I stitched you up, gave you a shot for the pain, wrapped your ribs, your wrist, your ankle. I even had to bandage your head for a while."
Tommy's hands flew to his hair and began to run through his curls frantically. Ton grasped his hands and pulled them down. "Don't worry, nothing was shaved or anything," he reassured him. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and crawled back up into the big wolf's lap before reaching out a hand to Luci.
"Thank you so much," he said to her with a small smile. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt exhaustion sweep back over him, he tried to fight against it, wanting the chance to get to know Luci but more than that, wanting to spend time with his wolf, his hero, his mate. The thought of being Ton's mate didn't scare him as much anymore. He'd survived a horrific attack because of this man, his man. An attack he received because people couldn't accept the fact that everyone is different, and that which they saw as being socially normal was actually humanly abnormal. Differences were what made up the human race, similarities were what made up drones and clones.
"Get some sleep baby, we'll still be here when you wake up," he heard Ton's voice say and without another thought, he drifted off to sleep.
I'm not normal, I love being different, and it's one of the sexiest things about me...next to my creative brain and "Lil' Big Vic".
No H8
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Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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!*
Monday, August 15, 2011
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!!*
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!!*
Sunday, August 14, 2011
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!*
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!*
Monday, January 31, 2011
My Obsession With Gay Men
I am in love with David Tutera and John Barrowman. Let me clarify….I am IN LOVE with them! Like, I know that they’re both gay and married and no, I don’t want to make love with them…..okay, John Barrowman is HOT so if he was bisexual then, yes, I would want to make love with him and David is sexy but him, not so much. Anyway, I want to like live with them and be best friends with them and have them be like my gay older brothers.
I don’t know what it is. I mean I have many gay friends, I actually think that my ratio of homosexual/bisexual friends outnumbers my heterosexual friends, 3 to 1. It’s not that I so much seek them out as it is that we just seem to draw naturally to each other.
But regardless of that, I think it may be posing a little bit of a problem. I mean not like, I need to cut all homosexual/bisexual people out of my life, but it’s like, I’m celeb crushing on men that are GAY for heaven’s sake! I actually told Angel that if Shemar Moore of “Criminal Minds” was gay or bisexual, I’d probably start crushing on him again. And how warped is that?
I’ve poked around in my psyche for the reason why this is, but I can’t seem to determine the cause of it all. And it’s not that I love ALL gay men, because I don’t. I loathe Clay Aiken, have a slight tolerance of Ricky Martin, and honestly wish that Perez Hilton would take a very long walk off a very short pier.
Too harsh?
But there are others like David Tutera, John Barrowman, B Scott, Richard, Angel, James, Justin, Kathryn, Maria, Ellen Degneres, Jake, people that I know are gay that I find I want to spend so much more time with than my heterosexual people. You know those people that “society” says that I should want to spend my time with.
I mean, I guess it is kind of weird right? That I smile and get all excited when I watch “My Fair Wedding” just so I can see David Tutera or “Torchwood” just so I can see John Barrowman or that I spend more time on the phone talking to Richard, Angel or Justin than anyone else.
I love reading books by Mary Calmes, T.A. Chase, Stormy Glenn, Ally Blue or Amy Lane….you know gay romance books. Richard and I were talking about this just yesterday and I told him, I know that I’m weird and it makes no sense, but what do I do about it? And why is it that I’m so drawn to gay men? I mean, even though it is strictly on a platonic level, it’s still pretty weird.
So here is my amateur psychological evaluation about my obsession with gay men:
1. No pressure emotionally, physically or sexually. It’s purely platonic.
2. No competition like with a woman. We can both find a man attractive but really only one of us has a shot, not like if it was one straight man and two straight women.
3. The relationship between two men is sort of the relationship that I want with a man. Very few words, more physical displays of affection at home but not really so much in public. A definite understanding of roles. Too many women get in relationships where they are both dominant and submissive, but in a gay relationship, I’ve noticed, that there seems to be a definite understanding of roles
4. The ease of the relationship. A straight man and a woman seem to sniff around each other before one actually makes a move and then there are the emotions, the definite problem of the fact that they speak two different languages and unfortunately someone always makes it into something more than what it actually is. But a gay man and a woman? It’s very easy, we’re friends and it’s almost instantaneous.
5. The laughter, the drama, the passion, the over-the-top expressions. For some reason, any gay man that I’ve been around, even the laid-back ones, when I’m around them, I laugh more and everything is like being on Broadway…everything.
6. The great balance of woman and man. I get the emotional compassion and understanding of a woman, but the insight, the phsyical strength, the fix-it attitude of a man. It’s perfect.
7. The level of comfort. I guess this sort of goes back to #4 with the ease of the relationship, but there’s no judging when I talk to my gay guys and funny as it may seem to my heteros, when I tell one of my gay guys how much I LOVE them, they just smile, hug me and tell me that I am “so precious” and that they love me too.
8. No judging. Not about my past, my present or what I want to do with my future. They may judge my clothing, my hair, my makeup and even what guy I want to date, but the things that matter? There’s only understanding.
9. They are beautiful. I could sit and just look at a gay man like David Tutera or John Barrowman or Sky ( http://www.thinlinebetween.tumblr.com ) and never ever grow bored. I have yet to see a gay man that I didn’t see something beautiful about.
10. The passion. Gay men sort of remind me of Italians. They are passionate about EVERYTHING and so am I. It’s surreal and kismet and such a relief to know that there are others who get just as fired up as I do about certain issues. And not just talk about it, but put action into words.
Gay men are my soul-mates I guess you could say. Maybe that’s my obsession with them? Every one of them that I have met I feel a connection with on a certain level and when I’m around them I can breathe easier, I am more comfortable than if I am surrounded by women, where I instantly feel like I have to look, talk, act, move, think and believe a certain way, where I feel instant competition and it’s a competition to the death (or the altar-which is pretty much the same thing in some circles). It is more comfortable than being surrounded by straight men, because in the same manner I feel as though I have to look, talk, act, move, think and believe a certain way because hell, one of them could be the perfect guy for me, or doing the wrong thing could make me get raped or hit on or flirted with.
Maybe that’s what it is.
I am comfortable with gay men, at ease with them. AT PEACE with them. And really, once you find the source of your peace, don’t you spend every moment, every resource, do all you can do, to surround yourself with that source of peace?
I don’t know what it is. I mean I have many gay friends, I actually think that my ratio of homosexual/bisexual friends outnumbers my heterosexual friends, 3 to 1. It’s not that I so much seek them out as it is that we just seem to draw naturally to each other.
But regardless of that, I think it may be posing a little bit of a problem. I mean not like, I need to cut all homosexual/bisexual people out of my life, but it’s like, I’m celeb crushing on men that are GAY for heaven’s sake! I actually told Angel that if Shemar Moore of “Criminal Minds” was gay or bisexual, I’d probably start crushing on him again. And how warped is that?
I’ve poked around in my psyche for the reason why this is, but I can’t seem to determine the cause of it all. And it’s not that I love ALL gay men, because I don’t. I loathe Clay Aiken, have a slight tolerance of Ricky Martin, and honestly wish that Perez Hilton would take a very long walk off a very short pier.
Too harsh?
But there are others like David Tutera, John Barrowman, B Scott, Richard, Angel, James, Justin, Kathryn, Maria, Ellen Degneres, Jake, people that I know are gay that I find I want to spend so much more time with than my heterosexual people. You know those people that “society” says that I should want to spend my time with.
I mean, I guess it is kind of weird right? That I smile and get all excited when I watch “My Fair Wedding” just so I can see David Tutera or “Torchwood” just so I can see John Barrowman or that I spend more time on the phone talking to Richard, Angel or Justin than anyone else.
I love reading books by Mary Calmes, T.A. Chase, Stormy Glenn, Ally Blue or Amy Lane….you know gay romance books. Richard and I were talking about this just yesterday and I told him, I know that I’m weird and it makes no sense, but what do I do about it? And why is it that I’m so drawn to gay men? I mean, even though it is strictly on a platonic level, it’s still pretty weird.
So here is my amateur psychological evaluation about my obsession with gay men:
1. No pressure emotionally, physically or sexually. It’s purely platonic.
2. No competition like with a woman. We can both find a man attractive but really only one of us has a shot, not like if it was one straight man and two straight women.
3. The relationship between two men is sort of the relationship that I want with a man. Very few words, more physical displays of affection at home but not really so much in public. A definite understanding of roles. Too many women get in relationships where they are both dominant and submissive, but in a gay relationship, I’ve noticed, that there seems to be a definite understanding of roles
4. The ease of the relationship. A straight man and a woman seem to sniff around each other before one actually makes a move and then there are the emotions, the definite problem of the fact that they speak two different languages and unfortunately someone always makes it into something more than what it actually is. But a gay man and a woman? It’s very easy, we’re friends and it’s almost instantaneous.
5. The laughter, the drama, the passion, the over-the-top expressions. For some reason, any gay man that I’ve been around, even the laid-back ones, when I’m around them, I laugh more and everything is like being on Broadway…everything.
6. The great balance of woman and man. I get the emotional compassion and understanding of a woman, but the insight, the phsyical strength, the fix-it attitude of a man. It’s perfect.
7. The level of comfort. I guess this sort of goes back to #4 with the ease of the relationship, but there’s no judging when I talk to my gay guys and funny as it may seem to my heteros, when I tell one of my gay guys how much I LOVE them, they just smile, hug me and tell me that I am “so precious” and that they love me too.
8. No judging. Not about my past, my present or what I want to do with my future. They may judge my clothing, my hair, my makeup and even what guy I want to date, but the things that matter? There’s only understanding.
9. They are beautiful. I could sit and just look at a gay man like David Tutera or John Barrowman or Sky ( http://www.thinlinebetween.tumblr.com ) and never ever grow bored. I have yet to see a gay man that I didn’t see something beautiful about.
10. The passion. Gay men sort of remind me of Italians. They are passionate about EVERYTHING and so am I. It’s surreal and kismet and such a relief to know that there are others who get just as fired up as I do about certain issues. And not just talk about it, but put action into words.
Gay men are my soul-mates I guess you could say. Maybe that’s my obsession with them? Every one of them that I have met I feel a connection with on a certain level and when I’m around them I can breathe easier, I am more comfortable than if I am surrounded by women, where I instantly feel like I have to look, talk, act, move, think and believe a certain way, where I feel instant competition and it’s a competition to the death (or the altar-which is pretty much the same thing in some circles). It is more comfortable than being surrounded by straight men, because in the same manner I feel as though I have to look, talk, act, move, think and believe a certain way because hell, one of them could be the perfect guy for me, or doing the wrong thing could make me get raped or hit on or flirted with.
Maybe that’s what it is.
I am comfortable with gay men, at ease with them. AT PEACE with them. And really, once you find the source of your peace, don’t you spend every moment, every resource, do all you can do, to surround yourself with that source of peace?
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