Warning: M/M

Disclaimer: Not mine

Wolf

He remembers the first time he turned. The sound of cracking bones, skin ripping off, his screams- he remembers the pain, the agony of every minute before the transformation was complete. That was years ago. He still hates when he turns. Still doesn't like the feel of flesh being shed for fur to replace it. Doesn't like how his hands change to clawed appendages, how his teeth would elongate and sharpen-become something out of a horror film. But then again he's thankful there's not been much pain as of late. Just the messy aftermath of cuts and bruises and maybe a gash or two. And he thinks he can live with that.

He's used to waking up in the middle of a goddamn forest naked, lies there for a while before he feels the urge to leave and regain any semblance of sanity and humanity he may have lost. Most days he has a pack stuffed up a tree somewhere with a bundle of his clothes. If he's lucky, it's still there. He forces himself to open his eyes, tired and heavy from exhaustion. The effects of the moon still follows him, the sun makes him squint and his nose is assaulted by a plethora of smells- none of which he is familiar with. He tries to make sense of where he is and half wonders if he's in some mental institute.

"hey! You're up! Thank god! I was just about to call 911 or something!"

His head snaps to the sound of the voice as it echoes around in his ears. He squints at the man before him; the sunlight does little to help. He can't make him out- the sun's rays shine on him at an angle that make him seem like some divine or angelic being. And he knows it's utterly ridiculous- if any divine being were to come for him, that being would be swathed in flames. He uses his ears to focus on the voice- it's warm and kind- his gut churns pleasantly at it- his nose scents worry and curiosity in the air- and maybe bacon and eggs. His stomach growls hungrily.

"wait- here," a warm hand to his shoulder gently pushes him down- he's not even aware he had sat up. "I'll bring you something to eat." he mourns the loss of the touch as he listens to the footsteps distance. He runs a hand down his face- and frowns at the feel of gauze, he blinks and makes a blurry visual of bandages wrapped around his hand, and maybe, now that he's somewhat awake- though still teetering on the edge of weariness and insanity- on his body too. His brain suddenly begins to assess the situation and he half wonders if this man knows what he is.

Footsteps return and his higher thinking skills are ignored in favour of the scent of food. He feels his mouth water and he tries to sit up- he feels the sting of a wound somewhere near his abdomen- hands, gentle hands touch him again, and he focuses on how warm they are, he makes a pleased rumbling noise.

"hey whoa, easy dude. Just lie back and I'll feed you, you're in no shape to do anything." the man placated gently. And stingily enough, he believes this stranger. Though he is a hundred million percent sure that he is capable of ripping a bear limb from limb- what with the moon still waning- he allows himself to rest, instincts rather at ease with this human. He easily devours the meat and eggs offered to him, barely tastes it before swallowing and opening his mouth for more like a hungry cub.

"wow- you must've been up the forest a damn long time- or you really like bacon" the man jokes as the last strip disappears down his throat. "so uh what should I call you? I don't think bacon exterminator is gonna stick and yogi is already trademarked."

"randy." he says hoarsely. "randy orton." his voice still sounds like growls to his own ears. But he's well fed and rather comfortable so he doesn't mind. The light still obstructs the human's face and features, but randy knows his scent, should they separate or should they encounter each other, randy will respond to him.

"I'm Jason reso. Everyone calls me Jay- Uh you okay?" Jason looks carefully at the half lidded eyes, the pale milky hue makes him wonder if randy is blind.

"the light-" randy starts, he hears Jason get up and- his scent becomes overwhelming as he leans over the bed and tugs the drapes close. Randy ignores everything else as he drowns in the scent. He feels the heat of the day disappear as the cloth blocks it, he gingerly opens his eyes again and focuses on Jason.

His breath hitches as he looks, he doesn't register that he's sitting up in one fluid motion. His stomach turns knots on itself and Randy is overwhelmed with one thought: MINE. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but randy thinks everyone else would agree that there's just something about Jason that makes him beautiful. Randy takes back what he said earlier about a divine being in red- Jason will do. Jason gives him a crooked grin and randy thinks he'll die right then. His brain is firing a million signals- it's making him feel dizzyingly elated, Randy can't act on it though, he's too mesmerized by the man in front of him.

Jay fidgets with the paper plate- randy is staring unabashedly at him with surprisingly sharp blue eyes- he'd call it rude but there's something in the way that he stares- as though he's being scrutinized under a microscope. "so uh- I've still got a couple of strips left- you Uh want anything else?" he gives a small smile. Randy just blinks slowly at him and shakes his head. Jason smiles, "okay- so Uh- make yourself at home!" he heads back to the kitchen and tries not to think that maybe he'd picked up a serial killer. His cellphone rings and he checks it: it's Adam.

"hey Adam-" he greets

"jay- where are you?" there's a sense of urgency in his voice that has Jason worried.

"in my cabin- why?" he hears Adam curse, "Adam? What is it?"

"just- just lock your doors and don't get out till I get there" jay frowns at the statement, "Adam what-"

"do you have anything that's silver?" Adam cuts in.

Jay groans, "Adam, I've already told you-"

"jay for the love of god do as I say!" snaps Adam, he takes a deep breath, "Look- I'm on a hunt and the thing I'm huntin happens to be using that forest as a playground."

Jay swallows nervously. "silver right?" he lowers his voice and remembers the man he picked up, remembers how badly hurt Randy was.

The change in his tone alerts Adam, "jay... Is someone there with you?" he asks slowly and carefully. The yes he gets is breathless. Adam closes his eyes and tries to calm himself- he won't arrive until later tomorrow. "listen, jay, it's already past the full moon- I want you to be careful- the thing might still be drawing power from the aftereffects."

"or maybe he could just be an ordinary guy who got mugged" jay said defensively

"no, jay-" Adam growled, "goddamnit- you cannot trust anyone that easily!" jay flinches at the sharp tone. "look, there's a town nearby right? Get your ass there while it's still light out."

Jay hesitates and peers at Randy in the other room. "Adam..." he sighs. "I know you're worried about me, and I'm thankful for that, I really am- but dude, I just-"

"jay, I'm not gonna force you to come back. You got out- I'm damn glad you did- I just really need you to haul your ass outta there" Adam says softly, "please."

Jay nods though no one can see, "okay. Um call me when you get here- think I owe you a beer."

"you owe me a pub you jerk" there's a grin in Adams voice and jay knows all is well again. "imma hang up now- call me when your safe."

Jay looks at his phone then at the set of knives on the counter. He bites his lip and glances warily at the room randy's in. He makes to take a knife out of the stand.

"problem?"

Jay jumps and whirls around so fast, he's clutching the knife to his chest tightly like a buffer. Then he gets an eyeful of Randy. The other man is as naked as the day he was born and it does nothing to alleviate the burning feeling jay has in his gut. Jay swallows thickly and feels his face heat up before he can collect himself, his brain kicks into panic mode and has him reacting so violently, jay would've laughed if it weren't so painful. He yelps and drops the knife and bangs his hip into the counter behind him. He hisses out in pain and doubles over. Which was apparently a bad idea seeing as Randy took it as a sign to invade personal space. Jay thinks he's going to have a heart attack before whatever thing Adam is hunting can get to him.

Randy frowns and grabs Jason by the shoulders, his hand trails to the abused spot on the other man's hip in a guarding gesture, carefully maneuvering him away from the counter and other kitchen implements that could kill him. When Jason leans on to him, He has to restrain himself from doing anything else as he leads jay, limping and wincing, to a chair. Earlier he had scented the undertones of fear and unease- he had meant to check on the man, not cause him any pain. He immediately switches from doting to protective in seconds and is actively checking jay for any other injuries.

Jay blinks in confusion as Randy starts patting and squeezing his limbs, legs then chucks his chin up gently to check his neck- he jerks back however when Randy decides he doesn't have X-ray vision and needs to see beneath jay's shirt.

"hey-!" jays mind becomes hyper aware all of a sudden and he realizes that Randy is still in his birthday suit, he swallows again as blue eyes regard him attentively, "I Uh, don't put out on the first date" he jokes nervously, inching away from the tattooed man.

"Good." Randy bristles. They stare at each other, Jay looking halfway between confused and utter disbelief, Randy looking like he meant it. Jay coughs awkwardly and looks away, unable to hold the rather perturbing gaze. He misses the smirk on the other man's face.

"so Uh... Yeah- clothes." jay slaps his knees and makes to get up, Randy roughly pushes him back down easily.

"I'll go get them- just tell me where they are."

Jay raises a brow, "Uh okay- this is my house and I don't think it's considered polite even for serial killer standards to just waltz around butt naked looking for clothes." he stands up again and ignores how Randy looks at him, he's sorely tempted to go after the knife on the floor or grab another one from the counter, but it would involve diving in front of the still naked man and- jay refused to think of the consequences of that. He resolutely eyes the door to his room and successfully enters it without any casualty: he shuts the door and leans on it, letting out a shaky breath of relief. He finds himself wishing- praying even, for Adam to get here. "this is so fucked up" he groaned unhappily. When did he ever turn into a sissy again?

Randy stares at the closed door. He can still scent jason- there's fear and anxiety and it irks him even more, the feel of being powerless to do anything. He runs a hand through his hair and goes to pick the knife up- only to let it clatter to the floor when the handle burns his palm. Randy snarls menacingly at the knife and flexes his hand, the burn heals quickly and the marred flesh replaced by new tissue. He looks at the knife and at the door again- despite what people believe about werewolves, randy was quite intelligent underneath all the ferocity he displayed- it didn't take him long to realize his potential mate was a Hunter. Or, someone who apparently adores silverware.

"get a grip on yourself man" Jason muttered, running his hands down his face. He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves and went to a trunk in the corner of the sparsely furnished room. Clothes of all shapes styles and sizes peered up at him under a light coat of dust. His hand lands on a red flannel shirt- He remembers long summer trips with his dad and Adam and longer nights spent in the woods. Remembers the feel of shooting a firearm, the kick and the bite, how his hand threatened to fall off after that first shot and Adam having to console him after. Jay roots through the clothes and finds one of his father's old shirt and a pair of worn jeans. He's not sure if they'll fit Randy, but he's sure that it's better than walking around butt-naked- though he has this weird feeling that Randy must do it all the time or at least enjoys showing himself off. He folds the shirt and jeans and tucks them under his arm as he shuts the trunk and prepares to head back to the impossible supernatural quality his life has taken. Again.

"so I'm not sure about your size, but hey, clothes are clothes, it's not like you're wearing a fur coat or something." jay realizes the implications of the joke and smiles weakly, handing the other man the items. Randy doesn't budge. They eye each other again, and jay feels his stomach churn uncomfortably, he licks his lips nervously and looks down.

It's when Randy snaps. He doesn't mean too, honestly he doesn't. Okay so maybe there was a part of him that really really wanted to snap- like a dog straining on a chewed leash trying to get to a piece of meat. Except Randy wasn't a dog. He was better than that, And the full moon-waning- still has him wild.

Jay gasped as his lower back hit the counter again, whatever look Randy was giving him now was setting off sirens in his brain. He would have panicked- should have panicked as Randy caged him, arms and body trapping him to the counter. But instead a switch flipped. He grabbed the first knife he could reach on the counter top and without even hesitating stabbed it into the flesh.

The howl of pain Randy let out made jay realize what he had done and he stared wide eyed in shock as Randy grabbed at his shoulder, breathing through grit teeth as blood leaked and dripped down his tattooed arm. Then there was something else. The sharp blue eyes that regarded him momentarily changed into darker gray ones- and jay knew.

"oh my god you're a freaking werewolf!" he yelped, his hand scrabbling over tiles to arm himself with something.

Randy growled and took several deep breaths before yanking the knife out of his shoulder, the wound gurgled as blood poured out of it, "yes I'm a werewolf- the hell did you stab me for?" he demanded, eyes glazed over from pain as the wound restitched itself.

Jay let out a disbelieving noise, "what? You freaking cornered me!"

"stabbing people is your normal reaction to being cornered?"

"I- no! Well- god! You're a werewolf!"

Randy looked at jay as though he were stupid, "yes, I think we've established that fact. Several times."

jay groaned and ran a hand down his face. "this is worse than a serial killer" he mumbled.

"if it helps any- I wasn't going to eat you" Randy said flatly, glancing at his wound, the skin looked smooth and new. Orton looked at the blonde and tossed the knife to the side.

"oh yeah that makes me feel so much better." Jay swallowed and pressed himself against the counter nervously. Okay so maybe keeping silver knives with a bunch of steel ones wasn't his most brilliant plan. Then his brain helpfully processed that Randy was still very much naked. "oh come on!" he whined loudly,

Randy looked at him quizzically, "what?"

jay sighed and flapped a hand at him, "you're freaking naked! I'm not gonna fight a werewolf who's freaking naked!"

Randy smirked, "what? Afraid you might like what you see?"

jay blushed at the allegation, "no! It's weird!" but, his brain supplied, he is rather pretty good looking (curse this brain!)

"there's a werewolf in your living room and all you can think about is propriety?" Randy asked, brow raised in surprise, a smirk at the edge of his lips. He took a step forward.

Jay tensed, "I'm warning you, step back or-"

"or what? I think it's pretty clear stabbing me randomly will get us nowhere." Randy said calmly, nearing the blonde man.

Jay swallowed, there was a fifty percent chance that the knife he was holding was silver- but then with how his shitty karma was fucking with him, there was a greater percentage that it was steel. "I'm not gonna go down without a fight" he says instead.

Randy snorts, "I'm not gonna eat you!"

"oh yeah trust a werewolf- look where that got me!"

"you're still alive aren't you?"

"yeah well not for long anyway."

Randy rolled his eyes at the man, "you don't believe me?"

"it's kind of hard to believe someone who can tear you apart" jay answered as though it were the most logical thing in the world.

"I would never hurt you" Randy said quietly, he took the step forward, the knife jay held point out, pressed against the skin, there was a soft hissing noise as the silver burned through cursed flesh.

Jay nearly dropped the knife- nearly being the active term. His hands shook however and his mind could not process the sudden change of events, "what are you doing?" he asked, eyes wide as the blood dripped in rivulets from where the silver point of the knife had embed itself.

Randy made a pained noise and muttered "getting you to trust me."

"trust you?"

"you have a silver knife, I'm here- it's an easy kill." Randy pointed out.

Jay swallowed and looked at the knife then at Randy, then at the knife again.

"I would never hurt you" he repeated.

Jay bit his lower lip and looked at the man before him, and the knife clattered on the floor.

They stood there, staring at each other, jay trying to figure out what the fuck just happened and Randy realizing that jay is too freaking nice to be a hunter. "okay, okay, just- let's just calm down..." jay started, flailing a bit, unable to cope with the multitudes of What the Fucks running through his head. He paced as Randy checked his new silver inflicted wound. "what did I do?" he repeated to himself as he grew more anxious. There was a werewolf in his house and whatever the fuck happened a few minutes ago just made him question years of ingrained trainings etched into his very being. Jay jumped when Randy tapped his shoulder- a tap? He was expecting full-on wolf rage here. "wha? Oh thank god you're decent."

"yes, I know how much the idea of a naked werewolf apparently disturbs you- more than the idea of a werewolf itself" Randy answered sarcastically,

jay glared, "well excuse me! I don't just randomly stab naked people-"

Randy gave him an amused look- "okay it was this one time- but you cornered me!"

"oh I'm sorry, I'm sure everyone finds it normal to stab someone when they're cornered."

"I- why am I even talking to you?"

"yeah, why are you talking to me? I'm a werewolf. You're a hunter." they stared at each other. And jay sighed, "I don't know... I- what do you want me to say? You were too nice to be a werewolf? A few years ago I would've stabbed your sorry arse in a heartbeat. And I wouldn't have used steel or went for the shoulder either"

"I find that rather hard to believe." Randy said evenly. "you're not a hunter. At least, not at heart."

jay blinked and looked at Randy again as though he were some sort of scientific experiment.

"what?"

jay smiled, and randy's heart skipped several beats, "thanks. Oh- and you promise you won't eat me?"

Randy rolled his eyes again affectionately, "I couldn't even if I tried" he answered truthfully. Jay hopped on the counter and swung his legs childishly, "so what now?" he asked, looking at his hands, there were several smudges of red that could only be blood and he tried to wipe them off on his jeans with slight disgust. His shoulders slumped with the realization that he could've very much killed Randy and stepped back into the old persona that he had once escaped. He was staring blankly at his hands when a broad tanned one brushed with his own and held them, regardless of the blood. He froze and looked up, Randy was looking at him with something that can only be called concern.

"you're not a hunter jay. You're better than that." he said softly.

Jay felt a tiny shiver race up his spine. He looked down at their hands again, randy's large one covering both his own easily. "well, this is proof the universe really hates me- I'm being comforted by a werewolf." he lets out a weak laugh and Randy offers him a smile, jay doesn't find it mocking or patronizing, it makes him feel rather warm and safe. He smiles back at Randy gratefully. Then He wrinkled his nose, "I'm glad you're dressed now but you are dripping blood on the floor man."

Randy snorted, "I stopped bleeding a while ago-"

"well yeah but you got blood all over the floor!"

"again it was because you stabbed me." Randy reminded him

"you cornered me! God I cannot stress this information enough!" jay said, gesturing, "only maniacs and serial killers corner people!"

"how about lovers then?" Randy asked slyly.

Jay paused, "huh?"

"lovers" Randy started, "do this-" he repeated what he had done earlier- the action did not set off the bells in jay's head this time though, which further confused him. Randy leaned forward, close enough to share each other's breaths- this kind of position would usually have him in a panic, the feeling of being trapped, helplessness- but it didn't, it felt... Nice? and jay had this strange urge to just close his eyes to see what happened next. They looked at each other, steadily and jay swallowed, "um... I guess it's okay? Uh for them I mean?"

"so this is okay too?" Randy asked softly, jay had to strain his ears. Then Randy leaned forward and jay felt lips on his own.