BWOC : Stand my Ground
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing…sniff
Note: This is the sequel to 'Revelations in the Moonlight'. Sorry everybody that it took me so long, but you know what they say: live is what happens while you're busy making plans.
Warning: English still isn't my mother language, means there surely will be some grammar and spelling mistakes though I do my very best to avoid them.
And yes, this is a slash-story, means there will be male/male action and since it's rated mature you can guess that there will be more than holding hands, if you've got a problem with that, better hit the back button now, but don't flame me afterwards for you have been warned.
Also, there will be a bit of 'fur-play' in this chapter.
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It was a warm summer night in Pleasantville.
Unlike on other Saturdays, Merton was sitting in his lair alone, but that didn't bother him the least, for tonight was a full moon. He knew that Tommy was currently running on all fours through the woods like he had on every full moon since his first transformation on the night of the winter solstice.
Merton wasn't jealous at all but glad that the jock and his wolf were getting along so well, besides he was sure his beloved would come to him later on, like he always did.
The Goth looked over to his window, wide opened to let in his wolf, and unconsciously fingered the scar on his shoulder.
Roughly eight month ago Tommy had bitten him to mark him as his forever, and since that night Merton's life had been better than he had ever dreamed of.
His friend had taken him home with him for Christmas as if it were quite natural, bestowing him with his first real family Christmas celebration since grandma Dingle had passed away and he had become the pale outsider in his own family.
When Tommy had secretly kissed him under the mistletoe he had been so touched he had been near tears.
Although they had agreed on keeping their relationship private in order not to draw unwanted attention which could cause Tommy's secret double life to get busted, whenever they were unobserved his romantic werewolf left no doubt of his feelings.
Little love notes, hidden kisses and those famous, dazzling Dawkins smiles which never failed to make him blush, both boys were still on cloud nine and the end was nowhere in sight.
Though their life wasn't completely unproblematic, beside the occasional evil fellow that needed to be kicked out of town, there was still Lori Baxter.
Their first accidental encounter with the blonde after the 'incident' had been a near-disaster, luckily no one had been around because Tommy had instantly wolfed out, ready to protect his mate, instinctively growling at the possible threat. Lori had paled on the spot with fear and stammered a sincere sounding apology, swearing in tears by God and all angels that she had no clue what had come over her.
After intensive research Merton had found a possible explanation for her really abnormal behaviour, apparently unmated werewolves were radiating a strong pheromone cocktail around Lycanamora to help them winning over their future mate, and as a former girl friend of Tommy Lori must have somehow reacted to this, increasing her desire to have sex with him to the point it bordered on an insane obsession.
Of course that was no excuse for her deed, but at least Merton was quite sure that she won't run amok again now that the pheromones were gone since Tommy was mated.
All this didn't matter to the werewolf, as far as he was concerned Lori Baxter could go to hell.
It took Merton a lot of persuasiveness to make his friend agree to give her a second shot, not only for using her help with beating up the bad guys but also to make sure she'll keep the secret of Tommy being the Pleasantville Werewolf.
Nevertheless, the situation remained tense; whenever Lori was with them Tommy had a hard time to keep his animal side in check for the wolf won't let her come near his mate.
She accepted being on probation and made sure not to stand too close to Merton let alone to touch him, remembering the feral side of the usually friendly werewolf very well.
The crescent-shaped claw marks on her neck, although scarred over but still very much visible, made sure to that.
A soft thud jolted Merton out of his musings, looking up he saw what must have been the most gorgeous creature on earth, at least as far as he was concerned.
Beautiful golden amber eyes, the softest silver brown fur, a faint smell of herbage and wild flowers from the woods, and the best, it was all his.
He stood up and began to undress while walking over to his bed, feeling the intense gaze of his beloved burn across his pale skin. One powerful leap and his wolf was sitting in front of him on the bed, his tail wagging softly.
Merton sat down opposite to him, his hands buried deep in the luxuriant fur, petting and stroking him, while the wolf nuzzled and licked across his upper body, always mindful of his sharp fangs.
The Goth knew it had taken Tommy a lot to trust his wolf enough to partially include him into their lovemaking, not to mention a great effort from Merton to persuade his friend that he honestly had no problem with sharing every part of their relationship with his animal side.
But it had been more than worth it, it had brought the two even closer together and strengthened their bond further, not least because Tommy could clearly see that his lover really enjoyed this furry kind of foreplay.
Another plus was that it allowed them to have sex on full moon nights too, because after a complete transformation Tommy could only temporarily revert back into his werewolf form but mostly remained on all fours for the rest of the night.
Before they had found their own particular way to handle these nights this had been the reason for quite some discomfort for the werewolf, being near his mate, the added energy of the full moon making him extra horny, but forced to wait for the sunrise.
Now they enjoyed these special nights and relished the electrifying influence of the moon.
Merton laid back, soft fur tickled him all over and a hot tongue seemed to wander everywhere as he petted and stroked every furred body part his hands could reach.
After a while he reached blindly for his nightstand and propped one leg up.
The wolf, knowing what his mate was up to, changed his position so that he was now crouched over him, slowly licking along his throat up to his jaw line while his wagging tail was brushing oh so softly over the human's privates. The Goth moaned and arched his back, he really loved the sensation the furry appendage was creating and hurried with the task of preparing himself.
Even with his eyes closed he could feel the change of his beloved above him, like a shift in the air that sent goose bumps all over his skin.
Gone was the fur, only to be replaced by equally soft human skin pressing against him, and instead the sinful tongue on his jaw his mouth was now covered with an eager pair of lips.
Their kiss was hot and needy, leaving both breathless but far from sated. The werewolf's hands wandered sensually over his mate's body while Merton finished the job his lover couldn't do tonight because of his sharp claws. Brown eyes flashed golden in excitement as the smaller was finally done and wrapped his legs around his lover's hips.
Their union made both gasp and Tommy had to hold himself back not to pound right away but to wait a bit before starting slowly. Soon though Merton's encouraging moans erased what little control he had and he rammed into his lover with all his inhuman strength, growling and snarling, more as if he was fighting instead of loving the one lying underneath him.
The Goth was writhing in pure ecstasy, eyes half-closed and his mind in a haze he dimly noticed that Tommy's eyes were now constantly glowing yellow, but didn't care at all for he knew he would never hurt him.
Suddenly the werewolf bent forward and began to lick at his neck. Merton arched his head back to give him even better access and didn't even flinch as inch-long fangs scraped across his throat. The sharp teeth wandered towards the mating mark, points pressing against the sensitive scar tissue, almost hard enough to draw blood.
Merton's breath hitched as pleasure erupted from the mark and slammed lightning-like through his body down into his groin. The sensation instantly threw him over the edge, clutching onto his beloved for dear life he could feel him jerk and shudder as he came as well.
It took both boys some time to recover their breath after this mind-blowing orgasm; as usual it was Tommy who recovered first. He lifted a paw to gently brush some sweaty strands of hair out of Merton's face before giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. The smaller smiled up at his love and drew him in for a short, sweet kiss, cuddling even closer to his friend in the process.
"How were the woods tonight, anything unusual?"
"Nope, everything was perfectly peaceful. You know, I really love to run in those quiet summer nights, when the moon shines so bright and tints everything blue…it's like running in a dream. Before I knew it I was almost all the way to Muhlenburg."
Merton gasped; no wonder, the distance from Pleasantville to their neighbour town was more than thirty miles!
"You're getting faster."
"Yeah…and I even did my good deed for today."
The Goth raised one questioning eyebrow at that.
Tommy ginned "You know the parking lot at the edge of the woods right out of Muhlenburg, were all the young couples go to 'watch the stars'?" he asked.
"Well, there was a shy high school couple, obviously on their first date for they were just wordlessly staring at each other. One scary howl and she threw herself in his arms, scared and blushing madly, and within two minutes flat they were kissing like pro´s."
Merton chuckled "So you're not busy enough with keeping our town safe and villain-free, now you're working as a part-time cupid, too?"
But before Tommy could answer the full moon demanded his right and the werewolf changed back into his wolf form. Golden eyes looked almost apologetically at the human, but he just smiled.
"Its o.k.; I'm tired anyway, lets sleep a bit until you'll be able to turn back into a werewolf again…and if I know you just one bit, I'll need every ounce of sleep I can get now once your humanoid again." Merton ended, playfully teasing, for the both knew that they were far from done for tonight, thanks to the stimulating influence of the full moon.
As an answer the wolf snuggled up to his human mate as close as possible, growled contend, and, after one last tender lick across the Goths cheek, closed his eyes. Merton in return wrapped one arm across the huge animal beside him and buried his face inside its soft fur.
His last thought before sleep claimed him too was that his life was indeed as good as it could ever get.
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Hundreds of miles away from Pleasantville, a dark figure in an oubliette was using the additional energy of the full moon too, but for very different purposes.
The stranger was yanking and tearing at the oddly shimmering chains constraining him with all his might, no matter how deep the cuffs cut into his wrists.
After months of trying he could finally feel how the chains were slowly starting to rip from their moorings; soon he would be completely free.
And then…."I'm going to kill the Pleasantville Werewolf!"