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FIC: Lone Wolf (ABVH)
Title: Lone Wolf
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of LKH’s characters but I do own Donovan. This was written for fun, not profit.
Warnings: Usual werewolf and vampire behavior.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Jason/OCM(Donovan)
Archive: Micah Nimir Raj list, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This fiction is for the New Year Challenge at Micah Nimir Raj. It is a new direction for one of the characters in the Anita Blake universe. **See further note at end.
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Jason meets his match.
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LONE WOLF
Jason was awakened by the warmth of a midmorning sun. He knew he was naked and outside before he opened his eyes. He also knew he was not alone. He could smell his kill but above that, he could smell another Were.
He finally opened his eyes to bright light. He looked down at himself. He was covered in the blood of whatever animal’s remains were just a bloody heap in the morning sun.
He raised his head and looked around. There was another person in the clearing. He had smelled him a second ago and now he saw him. He was on his side, curled into a rather fetal position. His hair was dark and wavy and looked to be about to his mid-back. Jason could tell he was tall, even with him curled up. His face was long and his lips were full. There was no doubt that this man would give Jean-Claude a run for his money in the looks department.
But Jason had NO clue who he was.
He sat in the grass beside the young man and watched him sleep. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on them. He licked a spot of dried blood from his arm and tried to decide what sort of animal they had killed from the scent and taste.
He didn’t notice that the other man was awake until he spoke.
“Where the hell am I?”
“In the woods a few miles out of St. Louis.”
“Jesus! How did I get out here?”
“I don’t know. I remember coming out here, knowing I was going furry last night. I vaguely remember there was another wolf who joined me in the chase. Must have been you. We killed whatever,” he gestured to the remains, “that is and ate it. Then I guess we passed out.”
The man sat up, his mane of dark hair tumbling over his shoulders. He ran a hand over his face. “I really hate this shit.”
“What? The waking up miles from home?”
“The whole wolf thing. I don’t… this is just the second time I’ve changed. I feel so… sickened.”
Jason looked him, surprised. He had never really hated what he was. It wasn’t like he could unbecome being a Were anyway. It just was.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t *want* to get used to it! I hate it.”
“Well, friend, there’s no cure, no way to change it so you may as well embrace it. You sound like Richard.”
“Who is Richard?”
It was only then that Jason realized this was not a pack member.
“He is our pack leader. He’s the alpha.”
“Pack? Like a pack of dogs?”
“We have an organization much like a pack of real wolves. Don’t you have a leader?”
“You are the only …werewolf I have ever seen. Besides the one who made me.”
Jason was dumbfounded! He had never met a Were who had no pack and knew nothing about being a werewolf.
“What is your name?”
“Donovan Crowley. I am a lawyer down in Louisiana. I came up here for a case in mid-June. And something… happened.”
“But it’s July. You’ve been here since?”
He nodded, not really looking at Jason. “I can’t go home. I … what would I tell my family? My partners? Hey, I’m a monster.”
Jason looked hard at him.
“Not a monster. You’re just a different kind of person.”
The man… Donovan stood. Jason saw that he really was tall, taller than Asher and Jean-Claude even. He was beautiful, standing there naked and bloodstained, with his long hair and his arresting grey eyes.
“Is that what you think?”
“Yes. I am what I am. That doesn’t make me a monster. I’ve met monsters; I’m not one. I’m just a boy who turns into a wolf once in a awhile.”
Donovan ran a hand through his hair. “I need to get back to where I dropped my clothes and get back to the motel. I’m staying at a little fleabag off the interstate.”
“You can come with me. I may have clothes in the car so we can drive to them.”
“You are so calm. You just ate a deer raw and are covered in blood. How can you take it so calmly?”
Jason shrugged. “Like I said, I am what I am. When I was first turned, I tried to eat the woman who’s my best friend today.”
Donavan just shook his head.
“I’m Jason Schuyler. I live at the Circus of the Damned with vampires. I guess my normal is just a bit different from yours.”
Donavan sighed. “I guess so. Will you take me back to my motel then?”
Jason found himself wanting to offer the other man comfort. He knew it was a hard thing to face, not being human anymore. He looked up into grey eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, the Jeep is about a mile that way. Let’s take a dip in the creek… get the worst of the blood off of us.”
Donavan seemed to just then realize he was naked. To Jason, being naked was natural but he could see that the new Were was very uncomfortable.
“I’ve got some extra clothes in the car… some loose stuff so it might fit you.”
The water was cold but it felt good as the July morning warmed up quickly. The stream was waist deep to Jason as he waded in and began to rub the water on his legs and arms. Donovan walked more slowly into the water, hissing at the chill. He slowly splashed himself. Not all of the blood would come off but the thick, caked blood on his arms and legs did, as well as that on his face. It would take scrubbing with soap to get the rest.
They both donned shorts and t-shirts when they reached the car. After they’d buckled themselves in, Jason turned the key and looked at Donovan.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of your life? You can’t just hole up here in a motel forever.”
“I don’t know. What can I do?”
“Perhaps you should meet some of the Weres here in St Louis.”
Donovan said nothing. He did not yet *want* to meet any Weres. He wasn’t even sure that he wanted to live at all. He couldn’t go home to Kelly, to his mom and dad, to his friends. He wasn’t even human anymore. What was he going to do?
“I am not sure I want to.”
Jason sighed as he drove into the parking lot of the run down little motel. “All right. I won’t press you any more. Um, can I use your shower? I still am sticky and my hair needs shampoo.”
Donovan unlocked the door to the little room. To Jason’s surprise, the room was clean and smelled nice even though it was a bit on the worn and shabby side. He was surprised at how neat all of Donovan’s things were too. His clothing was hung in the neat little closet, his books and magazines stacked neatly on the dresser. The room looked as if he had just cleaned it.
“Want me to shower first?” Jason began stripping off his t-shirt, not even noticing how hard Donovan was staring. He dropped his shorts and strolled naked into the small bathroom. It, like the rest of the room, was clean. He loved the sandalwood scent of Donovan’s soap as he soaped up a white bath cloth. He washed himself, thinking about the handsome man out there. He felt very sorry for him. He was thankful that he had never really hated what he was.
Jason stepped out of the shower and dried himself, walking back into the room naked, still not noticing that the other man stared.
“Hey, thanks, man. I hate feeling… sticky all day.”
“How do you do it?” Donovan’s voice was angry. “How the fuck do you do it? You’re a monster and you act like a man.”
“I am Jason Schuyler and I’m a werewolf. I can’t change it. I will never be partying college boy, Jason Schuyler, again. I change into a silver wolf. I kill and eat things. I live with a group of vampires and my best friend is a vampire hunter. It just is, Donovan. It just is!”
“I don’t want this! I want my life and my girlfriend and my family back!”
“Then go home!”
“I can’t. Dad… my father is a judge. He believes that you all… we all should be put to death.”
“And you?”
“I worked for a law firm that lobbied to change the law in Louisiana to exclude Weres and Vamps from civil rights since they were not human.”
“Then how did you…?”
“I picked up a girl in a bar one night here in St. Louis. I… she was a Were. She changed on me. I got away but not before she bit me.”
“Man, that’s tough. I understand more now. But you can’t give up. You can find work here. There is even a group working for Were rights. One of my friends heads it. He is a wereleopard.”
“I am just so tired and lonely.” Donovan ran his hand over his face.
Jason wondered if… no, he probably shouldn’t.
“I can talk to my friends for you, if you like.” Jason had never thought about what it would be like to be totally alone.
Donovan smiled and blushed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
Jason put his jeans and t-shirt. “Well, if you’re staying here, can we at least be friends and hang out?”
Donovan looked a little unsure but finally nodded.
“How old are you, Jason? You don’t look any old than my kid sister.”
“I’m twenty-one.” He would have looked innocent but Jason had never looked very innocent.
“Just a kid!” Donovan shook his head.
“And you’re like… ninety?” Jason wanted to touch him.
“Yeah, that’s it exactly.” Donovan was twenty-nine. He felt ninety today.
“Is the girl in the picture your girlfriend?” Jason gestured to a photo of a pretty blond.
“Yes.”
“What have you told them?”
“I haven’t… told them anything really. I was able to convince the firm that I was doing some really important research up here. They actually bought it. I even get my expenses paid. So I sit here and read novels and watch bad porn and wait… wait for the next time I turn into a goddamned wolf and kill some poor creature and eat it.”
“You must be lonely. Why don’t you just go home? See how they take it?”
“My father would hire someone to… do away with me.”
“What about your mom, your sister, your girl?”
“Kelly would rather be dead. She said once that if she ever were touched by a monster, she hoped I’d help her kill herself.”
Jason winced. He’d met other people who had that happen to them. He couldn’t even imagine it really. He had always felt secure in who he was.
He thought about the time with Nathaniel and Anita that both he and Nathaniel had changed while the wereleopard was on top of and inside Anita. Her fear had excited the hell out of them but somehow they both loved her enough not to hurt her. Anita had understood that no matter what, they were still Jason and Nathaniel. It had been enough for her.
“I am sorry. That is tough.”
Jason didn’t even notice the longing in Donovan’s eyes as he flopped down on the second bed. He lay on his back and looked over at the older man. There was no use denying the pull he felt. He was basically straight but sometimes, he just felt drawn to another male. He did to Jean-Claude, to Nathaniel, to this one.
Especially to this one.
Jason cleared his throat and jumped up.
“Let’s go for a drive or something. I hate sitting still.” He knew if he stayed, he would make a pass at Donovan and then feel like a fool when he was rebuffed.
Donovan got his shower while Jason flipped channels, lingering over a gay porno film for longer than he meant to. Donovan opened the bathroom door and emerged before Jason even noticed him. There was not much use trying to hide his erection. Donovan’s eyes had gone straight to it.
“Um, I like… variety.” Jason shrugged and smiled.
Donovan nodded, his cheeks colored a bit and said nothing. He finished dressing and braided his hair into one long braid.
“Now, where shall we go?”
“Play video games?”
Donovan smiled the first real smile Jason had seen. “Oh hell yeah!”
Jason took to his favorite arcade where they spent hours and hours playing. Both were in their element and both were good. It was near dark before Jason realized it. He had to get back to the Circus. And he needed to tell Donovan why.
“I have to go to the Circus of the Damned. I have a sort of job there… and I have to get there by sundown.”
Donovan nodded, waiting for Jason to explain.
“I am… well, I, Jean-Claude feeds from me when he wakes.”
Donovan raised an eyebrow. “Does it hurt?”
“It feels a lot like having sex.”
Donovan surprised him by asking such matter of fact questions. “How much like having sex?”
“I come while he feeds a lot of the time.” Jason found he was blushing.
“I should go back to the motel.”
“You want to come with me? You don’t have to be in the room… just come with me.” They were at the club. Jason got out and Donovan followed him.
“I am not sure of my wolf.”
“Jean-Claude’s animal to call is the wolf.”
Donavan finally just said, “I trust you,” and was allowed into the bedroom by the bodyguard on Jason’s say so. Jason slipped out of his clothes and slipped into the bed beside Jean-Claude and Asher. He snuggled up to the cold body of his Master, running his hands over the dead body.
He looked over at Donovan and smiled.
Jean-Claude woke and kissed Jason. He glanced over at Donovan as Asher kissed him and went to find his own meal.
“Who is he?” His French accent was thick this evening.
“A Were. We met in the forest… seems we hunted together last night.”
“He is safe to bring here?”
Jason nodded and pressed his warmth against Jean-Claude. The weak vampire took the hint and licked his shoulder before the bit into it. Jason felt himself go hard and he heard Donovan moan. Jason trembled as the vampire fed and began to rub himself against Jean-Claude. It felt good as it always did. He never told Anita that he came almost every time her lover fed.
He was nearing release and he felt Donovan’s eyes on him, smelled his lust. He almost wished that his new friend not see him this way but he couldn’t stop it. With a soft moan, he spilled his seed between his own body and the vampire’s. He lay panting as Jean-Claude licked his wound then moved down and licked the semen from his belly. He looked over at Donovan, who was biting his lip as he ran his hand over the obvious bulge in his slacks.
Jean-Claude looked over at Donovan too and wickedly licked his fangs. Jason saw the look in his eye, felt the pull and knew that the vampire was calling his friend. He knew that it was just a test to see if the other werewolf felt the call also.
Donovan rose. “What do you want of me?”
“I was just testing you, werewolf. I think you may need to be alone with young Jason.” And Jean-Claude winked at Jason as he rose and headed for his bath.
Jason slid from the bed and reached out for Donovan’s hand. “Come with me… I have my own little apartment.”
Donovan nodded and followed. “Do you usually sleep during the day too?” His voice was a bit tight.
“Sometimes I do. Since he dies during the day, he is a bit cool to snuggle up to.”
Jason led him down the hall to his room. He opened the door and turned on the lights. Jason smiled. He liked his tiny home here. He closed the door behind Donovan and turned to the older man.
“I hope that what you saw wasn’t too shocking or offensive to you.”
“Something about him makes you want him to fuck you, doesn’t it?”
Jason laughed. “Oh yes… that is our Jean-Claude. He feeds on lust and sex as well as blood.”
“I feel a little less… horny now that we are out of his room.”
Jason watched carefully. He knew that Donovan was treading new ground.
“I … if you want, we can lie down… or we can just stand here and kiss, but I’ve just got to kiss you, Donovan.” He looked up into the other man’s eyes and wrapped his arms around Donovan’s neck.
Their kiss was sweet, just a gentle touch of lips. Jason pulled back, his eyes dark in the dim light. He wanted this man in his bed. He wanted to know all about him. He pressed his naked body against Donovan and kissed him again.
Jason led him over to the bed and began to undress him. He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. His hands roamed the smooth skin as he lifted his mouth for another kiss. He sighed when hands cupped his ass and lifted him. He could feel heat through Donovan’s trousers as their cocks pressed together.
“This has all happened so fast, Jason. Maybe I should go home and rest.”
“Do you really want to go?”
“No. I really want to get naked with you. I want to make love with you all night. Jason, you’d be the first… I… my roommate in college and I, we kissed a few times and we even watched each other…masturbate. But we didn’t touch each other than that. You, I want, badly.”
Jason kissed him again and pushed him onto the bed. He pulled Donovan’s pants off and looked at the rest of that long, lean body. The hunger he felt had nothing to do with being a werewolf.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes… as sure as I’ve been about anything since I came up here.”
Donovan moaned when Jason fisted his cock, sliding his hand up and down experimentally. Donovan didn’t have much endurance left. Watching Jason with the vampire had been the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Jason kissed his lips then began an exploration that had Donovan begging for relief.
Jason’s first urge was to roll him over and mount him. He knew that would send Donovan running away. It was suddenly very important that he not hurt this man. He couldn’t imagine not being loved simply because he was different. He did not aim to add to that pain.
“Do you want me to…bottom or top?”
Donovan didn’t even hesitate a second. “Take me… please… I need…” His words were lost in one kiss after another as they ground hard against one another. Jason found some lube in the drawer by the bed. Sometimes when Nathaniel was there, they did a little more than cuddle. He prepared himself with hands that weren’t altogether steady.
He rolled Donovan onto his side and moved close behind him. He slipped a slick finger inside and stopped when his lover hissed.
“Don’t stop… I just haven’t felt anything like it…” Jason moved the digit in and out gently, “before.”
Jason added a second finger and moved them in and out until Donovan was panting and moving his hips back to meet the inward thrusts. Jason slipped his fingers free and kissed the back of Donovan’s neck when he cried out in protest. He pressed his cock into the slick opening, not stopping until he was fully inside.
“God… you’re tight.” Jason was panting now too. He wanted to just fuck Donovan, hard, fast, wild.
He wanted to say things to him that he didn’t say to people. He slipped one arm around Donovan and hugged him close as he began to move very slowly. It was almost beyond his control to be gentle but he knew that this time, his new friend… lover needed as much gentleness as he could give him. The brutality of their killing and feeding was still too fresh for rough sex. Donovan needed to feel like a man again, not an animal.
He slipped his hand down to take Donovan into his hand again. He kissed his shoulder as Donovan groaned and thrust into his touch. They strained against one another, words not spoken hanging in the air.
Donovan came fast and hard, the erotic tension from earlier spurring him on. The tightness, the throbbing spasms made Jason totally lose control and he rammed in as deep as he could. He bit Donovan as he came, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to let his new lover know he was being claimed.
Jason did not move away after he was spent. He slipped free of Donovan’s body but he held him close.
They spent the evening there, making love and sleeping, waking to make love again. Jason gave as well as took from Donovan, crying out in pleasure over and over.
Hunger got the best of them finally and they left the Circus to find some less animated food as they hit MacDonald’s on their way back to Donovan’s motel. Once there, they ate and showered and ended up in bed again.
It was near dawn when Jason understood that his world had changed forever. It was then that he whispered to the sleeping werewolf in his arms words he’d not said before.
“I think I might be falling in love with you.”
He finally slept, having no idea that Donovan had heard every word.
~end~
**Note: There will be at least one sequel to Jason and Donovan’s story.
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of LKH’s characters but I do own Donovan. This was written for fun, not profit.
Warnings: Usual werewolf and vampire behavior.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Jason/OCM(Donovan)
Archive: Micah Nimir Raj list, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This fiction is for the New Year Challenge at Micah Nimir Raj. It is a new direction for one of the characters in the Anita Blake universe. **See further note at end.
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Jason meets his match.
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LONE WOLF
Jason was awakened by the warmth of a midmorning sun. He knew he was naked and outside before he opened his eyes. He also knew he was not alone. He could smell his kill but above that, he could smell another Were.
He finally opened his eyes to bright light. He looked down at himself. He was covered in the blood of whatever animal’s remains were just a bloody heap in the morning sun.
He raised his head and looked around. There was another person in the clearing. He had smelled him a second ago and now he saw him. He was on his side, curled into a rather fetal position. His hair was dark and wavy and looked to be about to his mid-back. Jason could tell he was tall, even with him curled up. His face was long and his lips were full. There was no doubt that this man would give Jean-Claude a run for his money in the looks department.
But Jason had NO clue who he was.
He sat in the grass beside the young man and watched him sleep. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on them. He licked a spot of dried blood from his arm and tried to decide what sort of animal they had killed from the scent and taste.
He didn’t notice that the other man was awake until he spoke.
“Where the hell am I?”
“In the woods a few miles out of St. Louis.”
“Jesus! How did I get out here?”
“I don’t know. I remember coming out here, knowing I was going furry last night. I vaguely remember there was another wolf who joined me in the chase. Must have been you. We killed whatever,” he gestured to the remains, “that is and ate it. Then I guess we passed out.”
The man sat up, his mane of dark hair tumbling over his shoulders. He ran a hand over his face. “I really hate this shit.”
“What? The waking up miles from home?”
“The whole wolf thing. I don’t… this is just the second time I’ve changed. I feel so… sickened.”
Jason looked him, surprised. He had never really hated what he was. It wasn’t like he could unbecome being a Were anyway. It just was.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t *want* to get used to it! I hate it.”
“Well, friend, there’s no cure, no way to change it so you may as well embrace it. You sound like Richard.”
“Who is Richard?”
It was only then that Jason realized this was not a pack member.
“He is our pack leader. He’s the alpha.”
“Pack? Like a pack of dogs?”
“We have an organization much like a pack of real wolves. Don’t you have a leader?”
“You are the only …werewolf I have ever seen. Besides the one who made me.”
Jason was dumbfounded! He had never met a Were who had no pack and knew nothing about being a werewolf.
“What is your name?”
“Donovan Crowley. I am a lawyer down in Louisiana. I came up here for a case in mid-June. And something… happened.”
“But it’s July. You’ve been here since?”
He nodded, not really looking at Jason. “I can’t go home. I … what would I tell my family? My partners? Hey, I’m a monster.”
Jason looked hard at him.
“Not a monster. You’re just a different kind of person.”
The man… Donovan stood. Jason saw that he really was tall, taller than Asher and Jean-Claude even. He was beautiful, standing there naked and bloodstained, with his long hair and his arresting grey eyes.
“Is that what you think?”
“Yes. I am what I am. That doesn’t make me a monster. I’ve met monsters; I’m not one. I’m just a boy who turns into a wolf once in a awhile.”
Donovan ran a hand through his hair. “I need to get back to where I dropped my clothes and get back to the motel. I’m staying at a little fleabag off the interstate.”
“You can come with me. I may have clothes in the car so we can drive to them.”
“You are so calm. You just ate a deer raw and are covered in blood. How can you take it so calmly?”
Jason shrugged. “Like I said, I am what I am. When I was first turned, I tried to eat the woman who’s my best friend today.”
Donavan just shook his head.
“I’m Jason Schuyler. I live at the Circus of the Damned with vampires. I guess my normal is just a bit different from yours.”
Donavan sighed. “I guess so. Will you take me back to my motel then?”
Jason found himself wanting to offer the other man comfort. He knew it was a hard thing to face, not being human anymore. He looked up into grey eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, the Jeep is about a mile that way. Let’s take a dip in the creek… get the worst of the blood off of us.”
Donavan seemed to just then realize he was naked. To Jason, being naked was natural but he could see that the new Were was very uncomfortable.
“I’ve got some extra clothes in the car… some loose stuff so it might fit you.”
The water was cold but it felt good as the July morning warmed up quickly. The stream was waist deep to Jason as he waded in and began to rub the water on his legs and arms. Donovan walked more slowly into the water, hissing at the chill. He slowly splashed himself. Not all of the blood would come off but the thick, caked blood on his arms and legs did, as well as that on his face. It would take scrubbing with soap to get the rest.
They both donned shorts and t-shirts when they reached the car. After they’d buckled themselves in, Jason turned the key and looked at Donovan.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of your life? You can’t just hole up here in a motel forever.”
“I don’t know. What can I do?”
“Perhaps you should meet some of the Weres here in St Louis.”
Donovan said nothing. He did not yet *want* to meet any Weres. He wasn’t even sure that he wanted to live at all. He couldn’t go home to Kelly, to his mom and dad, to his friends. He wasn’t even human anymore. What was he going to do?
“I am not sure I want to.”
Jason sighed as he drove into the parking lot of the run down little motel. “All right. I won’t press you any more. Um, can I use your shower? I still am sticky and my hair needs shampoo.”
Donovan unlocked the door to the little room. To Jason’s surprise, the room was clean and smelled nice even though it was a bit on the worn and shabby side. He was surprised at how neat all of Donovan’s things were too. His clothing was hung in the neat little closet, his books and magazines stacked neatly on the dresser. The room looked as if he had just cleaned it.
“Want me to shower first?” Jason began stripping off his t-shirt, not even noticing how hard Donovan was staring. He dropped his shorts and strolled naked into the small bathroom. It, like the rest of the room, was clean. He loved the sandalwood scent of Donovan’s soap as he soaped up a white bath cloth. He washed himself, thinking about the handsome man out there. He felt very sorry for him. He was thankful that he had never really hated what he was.
Jason stepped out of the shower and dried himself, walking back into the room naked, still not noticing that the other man stared.
“Hey, thanks, man. I hate feeling… sticky all day.”
“How do you do it?” Donovan’s voice was angry. “How the fuck do you do it? You’re a monster and you act like a man.”
“I am Jason Schuyler and I’m a werewolf. I can’t change it. I will never be partying college boy, Jason Schuyler, again. I change into a silver wolf. I kill and eat things. I live with a group of vampires and my best friend is a vampire hunter. It just is, Donovan. It just is!”
“I don’t want this! I want my life and my girlfriend and my family back!”
“Then go home!”
“I can’t. Dad… my father is a judge. He believes that you all… we all should be put to death.”
“And you?”
“I worked for a law firm that lobbied to change the law in Louisiana to exclude Weres and Vamps from civil rights since they were not human.”
“Then how did you…?”
“I picked up a girl in a bar one night here in St. Louis. I… she was a Were. She changed on me. I got away but not before she bit me.”
“Man, that’s tough. I understand more now. But you can’t give up. You can find work here. There is even a group working for Were rights. One of my friends heads it. He is a wereleopard.”
“I am just so tired and lonely.” Donovan ran his hand over his face.
Jason wondered if… no, he probably shouldn’t.
“I can talk to my friends for you, if you like.” Jason had never thought about what it would be like to be totally alone.
Donovan smiled and blushed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
Jason put his jeans and t-shirt. “Well, if you’re staying here, can we at least be friends and hang out?”
Donovan looked a little unsure but finally nodded.
“How old are you, Jason? You don’t look any old than my kid sister.”
“I’m twenty-one.” He would have looked innocent but Jason had never looked very innocent.
“Just a kid!” Donovan shook his head.
“And you’re like… ninety?” Jason wanted to touch him.
“Yeah, that’s it exactly.” Donovan was twenty-nine. He felt ninety today.
“Is the girl in the picture your girlfriend?” Jason gestured to a photo of a pretty blond.
“Yes.”
“What have you told them?”
“I haven’t… told them anything really. I was able to convince the firm that I was doing some really important research up here. They actually bought it. I even get my expenses paid. So I sit here and read novels and watch bad porn and wait… wait for the next time I turn into a goddamned wolf and kill some poor creature and eat it.”
“You must be lonely. Why don’t you just go home? See how they take it?”
“My father would hire someone to… do away with me.”
“What about your mom, your sister, your girl?”
“Kelly would rather be dead. She said once that if she ever were touched by a monster, she hoped I’d help her kill herself.”
Jason winced. He’d met other people who had that happen to them. He couldn’t even imagine it really. He had always felt secure in who he was.
He thought about the time with Nathaniel and Anita that both he and Nathaniel had changed while the wereleopard was on top of and inside Anita. Her fear had excited the hell out of them but somehow they both loved her enough not to hurt her. Anita had understood that no matter what, they were still Jason and Nathaniel. It had been enough for her.
“I am sorry. That is tough.”
Jason didn’t even notice the longing in Donovan’s eyes as he flopped down on the second bed. He lay on his back and looked over at the older man. There was no use denying the pull he felt. He was basically straight but sometimes, he just felt drawn to another male. He did to Jean-Claude, to Nathaniel, to this one.
Especially to this one.
Jason cleared his throat and jumped up.
“Let’s go for a drive or something. I hate sitting still.” He knew if he stayed, he would make a pass at Donovan and then feel like a fool when he was rebuffed.
Donovan got his shower while Jason flipped channels, lingering over a gay porno film for longer than he meant to. Donovan opened the bathroom door and emerged before Jason even noticed him. There was not much use trying to hide his erection. Donovan’s eyes had gone straight to it.
“Um, I like… variety.” Jason shrugged and smiled.
Donovan nodded, his cheeks colored a bit and said nothing. He finished dressing and braided his hair into one long braid.
“Now, where shall we go?”
“Play video games?”
Donovan smiled the first real smile Jason had seen. “Oh hell yeah!”
Jason took to his favorite arcade where they spent hours and hours playing. Both were in their element and both were good. It was near dark before Jason realized it. He had to get back to the Circus. And he needed to tell Donovan why.
“I have to go to the Circus of the Damned. I have a sort of job there… and I have to get there by sundown.”
Donovan nodded, waiting for Jason to explain.
“I am… well, I, Jean-Claude feeds from me when he wakes.”
Donovan raised an eyebrow. “Does it hurt?”
“It feels a lot like having sex.”
Donovan surprised him by asking such matter of fact questions. “How much like having sex?”
“I come while he feeds a lot of the time.” Jason found he was blushing.
“I should go back to the motel.”
“You want to come with me? You don’t have to be in the room… just come with me.” They were at the club. Jason got out and Donovan followed him.
“I am not sure of my wolf.”
“Jean-Claude’s animal to call is the wolf.”
Donavan finally just said, “I trust you,” and was allowed into the bedroom by the bodyguard on Jason’s say so. Jason slipped out of his clothes and slipped into the bed beside Jean-Claude and Asher. He snuggled up to the cold body of his Master, running his hands over the dead body.
He looked over at Donovan and smiled.
Jean-Claude woke and kissed Jason. He glanced over at Donovan as Asher kissed him and went to find his own meal.
“Who is he?” His French accent was thick this evening.
“A Were. We met in the forest… seems we hunted together last night.”
“He is safe to bring here?”
Jason nodded and pressed his warmth against Jean-Claude. The weak vampire took the hint and licked his shoulder before the bit into it. Jason felt himself go hard and he heard Donovan moan. Jason trembled as the vampire fed and began to rub himself against Jean-Claude. It felt good as it always did. He never told Anita that he came almost every time her lover fed.
He was nearing release and he felt Donovan’s eyes on him, smelled his lust. He almost wished that his new friend not see him this way but he couldn’t stop it. With a soft moan, he spilled his seed between his own body and the vampire’s. He lay panting as Jean-Claude licked his wound then moved down and licked the semen from his belly. He looked over at Donovan, who was biting his lip as he ran his hand over the obvious bulge in his slacks.
Jean-Claude looked over at Donovan too and wickedly licked his fangs. Jason saw the look in his eye, felt the pull and knew that the vampire was calling his friend. He knew that it was just a test to see if the other werewolf felt the call also.
Donovan rose. “What do you want of me?”
“I was just testing you, werewolf. I think you may need to be alone with young Jason.” And Jean-Claude winked at Jason as he rose and headed for his bath.
Jason slid from the bed and reached out for Donovan’s hand. “Come with me… I have my own little apartment.”
Donovan nodded and followed. “Do you usually sleep during the day too?” His voice was a bit tight.
“Sometimes I do. Since he dies during the day, he is a bit cool to snuggle up to.”
Jason led him down the hall to his room. He opened the door and turned on the lights. Jason smiled. He liked his tiny home here. He closed the door behind Donovan and turned to the older man.
“I hope that what you saw wasn’t too shocking or offensive to you.”
“Something about him makes you want him to fuck you, doesn’t it?”
Jason laughed. “Oh yes… that is our Jean-Claude. He feeds on lust and sex as well as blood.”
“I feel a little less… horny now that we are out of his room.”
Jason watched carefully. He knew that Donovan was treading new ground.
“I … if you want, we can lie down… or we can just stand here and kiss, but I’ve just got to kiss you, Donovan.” He looked up into the other man’s eyes and wrapped his arms around Donovan’s neck.
Their kiss was sweet, just a gentle touch of lips. Jason pulled back, his eyes dark in the dim light. He wanted this man in his bed. He wanted to know all about him. He pressed his naked body against Donovan and kissed him again.
Jason led him over to the bed and began to undress him. He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. His hands roamed the smooth skin as he lifted his mouth for another kiss. He sighed when hands cupped his ass and lifted him. He could feel heat through Donovan’s trousers as their cocks pressed together.
“This has all happened so fast, Jason. Maybe I should go home and rest.”
“Do you really want to go?”
“No. I really want to get naked with you. I want to make love with you all night. Jason, you’d be the first… I… my roommate in college and I, we kissed a few times and we even watched each other…masturbate. But we didn’t touch each other than that. You, I want, badly.”
Jason kissed him again and pushed him onto the bed. He pulled Donovan’s pants off and looked at the rest of that long, lean body. The hunger he felt had nothing to do with being a werewolf.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes… as sure as I’ve been about anything since I came up here.”
Donovan moaned when Jason fisted his cock, sliding his hand up and down experimentally. Donovan didn’t have much endurance left. Watching Jason with the vampire had been the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Jason kissed his lips then began an exploration that had Donovan begging for relief.
Jason’s first urge was to roll him over and mount him. He knew that would send Donovan running away. It was suddenly very important that he not hurt this man. He couldn’t imagine not being loved simply because he was different. He did not aim to add to that pain.
“Do you want me to…bottom or top?”
Donovan didn’t even hesitate a second. “Take me… please… I need…” His words were lost in one kiss after another as they ground hard against one another. Jason found some lube in the drawer by the bed. Sometimes when Nathaniel was there, they did a little more than cuddle. He prepared himself with hands that weren’t altogether steady.
He rolled Donovan onto his side and moved close behind him. He slipped a slick finger inside and stopped when his lover hissed.
“Don’t stop… I just haven’t felt anything like it…” Jason moved the digit in and out gently, “before.”
Jason added a second finger and moved them in and out until Donovan was panting and moving his hips back to meet the inward thrusts. Jason slipped his fingers free and kissed the back of Donovan’s neck when he cried out in protest. He pressed his cock into the slick opening, not stopping until he was fully inside.
“God… you’re tight.” Jason was panting now too. He wanted to just fuck Donovan, hard, fast, wild.
He wanted to say things to him that he didn’t say to people. He slipped one arm around Donovan and hugged him close as he began to move very slowly. It was almost beyond his control to be gentle but he knew that this time, his new friend… lover needed as much gentleness as he could give him. The brutality of their killing and feeding was still too fresh for rough sex. Donovan needed to feel like a man again, not an animal.
He slipped his hand down to take Donovan into his hand again. He kissed his shoulder as Donovan groaned and thrust into his touch. They strained against one another, words not spoken hanging in the air.
Donovan came fast and hard, the erotic tension from earlier spurring him on. The tightness, the throbbing spasms made Jason totally lose control and he rammed in as deep as he could. He bit Donovan as he came, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to let his new lover know he was being claimed.
Jason did not move away after he was spent. He slipped free of Donovan’s body but he held him close.
They spent the evening there, making love and sleeping, waking to make love again. Jason gave as well as took from Donovan, crying out in pleasure over and over.
Hunger got the best of them finally and they left the Circus to find some less animated food as they hit MacDonald’s on their way back to Donovan’s motel. Once there, they ate and showered and ended up in bed again.
It was near dawn when Jason understood that his world had changed forever. It was then that he whispered to the sleeping werewolf in his arms words he’d not said before.
“I think I might be falling in love with you.”
He finally slept, having no idea that Donovan had heard every word.
~end~
**Note: There will be at least one sequel to Jason and Donovan’s story.