Wolf Moon

Abby Ebon

Summary: Bday present for Aki Kochou Enzan has a secret…of the darker kind. He is a werewolf; you'd think that'd be hard enough to get a handle on – save that it's the red moon - the werewolf mating moon. Lost in a forest, with only Netto for company – what's a werewolf to do? Enzan x Netto.

Warnings: Future slash/yaoi– and for my peace of mind, they are presently over 18.

For Aki Kochou, happy birthday!

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Crashed Lies

"Enzan – are you sure you can't get a reading?" Netto spoke from within the back of the broken down small aircraft, the whine in Netto's voice had noticeably increased from the last time he had asked; when Enzan had suggested something along the lines of pooling electric energy to magnetize a needlepoint in direction that wasn't just 'over there, to your left'.

Over the time it had taken (which Enzan didn't really think was 'a lot', but Netto, of course, disagreed) Netto had become increasingly distressed – as it was swiftly turning dusk, and the noticeably sky darkening.

Enzan couldn't find it within himself to blame him – Enzan, after all, had his own reasons to fear the dark; that aside – he knew this would be difficult, for Netto's fear of the dark a nearly legendary attribute.

Enzan glanced to the other teen silhouette in the cabin doorway, seeing his pale face – Netto's teeth biting into his lower lip with anxiety – Enzan tried to find it in himself to say something comforting; but found nothing – feeling utterly useless, Enzan glanced through the shattered – yet not quite broken - window to the darkening sky above. It wasn't quite dark, but Enzan could feel his bones humming and skin crawling in anticipation of the full moon that he knew was to rise that night.

"No, Netto – no response." Enzan allowed himself to answer from the pilot's seat, keeping his tone calming – even with his nerves singing to let his beast loose, for never had it had the chance to run loose in the woods.

"Well, what do you think we ought to do?" Netto inquired softly, withdrawn with the sudden knowledge that he was stuck here overnight, possibility longer – Enzan sighed, leaving the little box with its too many wires and connecters and needles alone for now.

"Sleep." Enzan answered the other rather shortly – as he came into the passenger seats – ignoring the covered and broken body of the former pilot – his neck snapped upon crash landing.

Silently he settled himself beside Netto – knowing that the younger teen only wanted comfort, yet burdened with the knowledge that if Enzan did not get Netto to sleep, he would see him change. Or worse, he would run, and the beast would chase him – and Enzan did not know what he would do in the other form if – no, when, he caught up to Netto.

It made his gut clench, to think of what he might do to Netto unaware.

"Enzan…" Netto paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, Enzan clenched his teeth, controlling himself, even as Netto's actions it made other things lurch to life – "I'm glad it was you I got lost with." Netto finished abruptly, his cheeks flushing. Enzan allowed a small smile to cross his lips – even if he couldn't say exactly the same.

"Go to sleep, Netto, I'm sure they'll find us soon." Enzan allowed, turning to look up at the sky through the tare in the planes roof. Netto sighed softly, leaning between the sun warmed seats (having been there since early this morning) and Enzan – finding, apparently, Enzan the more comfortable of the seats. Enzan let Netto rest against his chest – his heartbeat lulling the younger teenager asleep, one arm flung behind Netto's back.

It was comfortable, and if Enzan let himself, he knew he could fall asleep with the brunette against him.

But that, Enzan thought as he looked outside the cracked window – and to the forest outside, is a very bad idea. His blood – and other – more personal reactions sung with his lust for Netto – it tied with his consuming need for the forest – for the smell of pine and mushrooms, to run wild – truly free.

Slowly, Enzan eased away from Netto – shifting the boy so he lay prone on the double sized seats – meant for two really, with one last glance at the other teenager, Enzan left through the emergency opening – the main exit having been bent inwards – impossible to get out or in that way.

Enzan set out for the forest at a run, with a last glance over his shoulder – seeing only the shadow, and the wolf's nerves snarled at the unnaturalness. He knew now that the wolf would stay away from the downed plane – if only Netto would stay within it.

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Enzan felt his skin itch as he lifted his shirt – pulling it off of himself, to the relief of his wolf who found clothing too constraining. Enzan shifted the thin cotton shirt in his hands – remembering last night, falling asleep to what promised to be a flight in calm – if crisp, night air.

Only to wake by storm and the yells of the pilot – screaming through the thunder and lightning to get their harness on – that they were crashing. Netto's fear filled eyes as they skimmed the ground with the roof of the craft, only to have one wing flip – landing them right side up – if in irreparable damage.

When they woke from the rough landing – the pilot was dead, and after they had dragged him from the cockpit, putting him in the back of the four seated aisles – after Netto had pulled a blanket from a back compartment it had proved to be an effective death shroud.

Then Enzan had gotten to work on the computers – trying to pull a magnet out of ruined console. Which, effectively led them back to where they were now – trapped, somewhere in the North Pacific Ocean.

Enzan had promised Netto they'd burn the pilot tomorrow – the man at least deserved that – and a marked grave, so if they were never found, well, at least the rest of the world would someday know the two of them had survived the aftermath.

The wolf stirred within, promising survival – protection, if by its mere presence the world would bend to its will. Enzan let out a soft snort as he slipped out of his trousers and under things – waiting for the burning of his bones and the boiling of his blood that signaled the forceful change that overtook him on the full moon.

Over the years that had passed – he had learned not to scream, though it was still as painful and… a fresh of a feeling as his first change – at least now, he could change other times – not during the full moon – and feel no to little pain.

Enzan jaw locked and his back bowed like an archers bow his neck exposed to the night, beneath the surface, the vein of his blood pulsed. His eyes squinted open – making out the crimson hue of the rising moon, he would have cried out with surprise – it his heartbeat hadn't thundered in his ears – signaling the brutal start to the change.

-Once – fur white as moonbeams and lilies sprouted over his body, violently and if the surface of his skin could be seen it would be as red as a burn, his teeth and nails lengthened into canines and claws…his ears sharpening – pointed now.

-Twice – he fell to the forest floor, the breath knocked from him, his face and body changing – from his head hair, to his spine bursting a fully formed and functional tail from his ass - to his very bones and body chemistry.

All of it snapping and reshaping themselves all at once whither they were lengthening, growing, or shortening – it was all but half a heartbeat – he wasn't surprised to find he was kneeling on all fours.

If someone had seen this change they would have seen a half man-wolf then something fixed or fit itself and he was, for all appearances – a very large, chest tall, male white wolf.

-Thrice – the moment of truth – if he let go of his humanity for pain, for anything, the wolf would have this night – that of the red moon - and fight valiantly for the next, for even if his body was that of the wolf, this struggle was purely mental.

Finally, finally – finally - the fourth heartbeat – and the wolf howled eerie and inhuman, declaring the winner to the night.

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Netto jerked awake, finding himself alone – he struggled from his subconscious to grasp what had awoken him – then, from the still night air came the howl of a wolf – and Netto, with a feeling of dawning horror, knew what had woke him.

Shivering in fear – that there would be something that deadly so close to them, Netto – on belly and elbows, peered out of the dirty and broken window into the forest beyond. He could have sworn, just for a moment – that grey eyes – dark enough to be blue, peered at him from beyond the fringes of the forest.

"Enzan?" Netto breathed – for too softly to be called a whisper. Realizing that Enzan was, indeed, gone – and not just lounging in the cockpit; Netto's eyes franticly looked over the interior of the aircraft – and save for the dead man, Netto realized he was very much alone.

Netto's hand – scratched, bruised, and cut as it was, rested against the pristine metal of his PET – clenching and unclenching his fingers in indecision, he allowed the chilled metal to calm him.

Willing him self not to contact Rockman and send him out to find Blues – and thus, Enzan. Knowing that if he activated it – and having no outer power source, he would risk their final plan – to pool the Navi's energy in one last, if very desperate, bid for help.

A shaky breath escaped his lips – Enzan was likely to just be taking a bathroom break (they had decided against using the bathroom in the aircraft, having no idea how to fix it if something was busted) or…or something.

Netto curled in the seat, in a position reminiscent of a fetus in the womb, his arms crossed over his chest, holding his PET firmly to his chest. Silently, save for breathing shallowly in the still night air, he waited for Enzan to come back – his eyes closed, listening for his friends steps – but it never came.

Netto woke in the morning – alone, save for a dead man, his PET – and the one thing he had failed to notice in the night – Enzan's own PET, seemingly abandoned.

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Enzan woke to the feelings and impulses of a wolf – to run, to chase, to kill – to mate. All of it running amuck in his too-human skull, his skin was healed – the crash of the night before all but erased from his bodies memory of the abuse it had suffered.

Enzan rubbed the gunk from his eyes – a very human reaction that only helped to chase some of the wolf away. He sat up, nude in the early light of the dawn, slowly he rose – and standing he orientated himself – in a way no human could ever duplicate no matter how advanced the technology, and set off toward the aircraft – and his clothes.

He wondered how –if Netto had noticed - he'd explain his own disappearance in the night. Licking dried lips, Enzan considered how he had last seen his teammate and friend – sleeping peacefully, he had – Enzan decided – left Netto very rudely.

The wolf stirred – sending vivid images of claiming his mate – of keeping Netto fed and cared for, out of this danger that surrounded him. He could half believe he had done something like that – if he weren't half as familiar with the wolf's impulses and instincts as he was.

Then he remembered the red moon – and his stomach clenched with the knowledge and some fear and arousal that this was only the start of the three-day mating for werewolves – and unlike the other red moon nights gone by – he was of age this time.

Breath caught in his throat as the wolf seemed to snicker – gleeful at Enzan's sudden fear – and Enzan found he hurried in his dressing and went back to Netto a little faster then he would have taken in the normal routine of collecting his thoughts and organizing his mind.

Upon coming in sight of the aircraft, still in a daze of fear at what he would find if he was wrong and the wolf had gotten to Netto last night, he was unprepared to find himself with a armful of Netto – the other teenagers scent – that of pine and musk, tickling his nose.

"Netto, what is it?" Enzan asked, somewhat coldly, as he was eager to have the hot body pressed against his removed – least he do something regretful.

"Y-you never came back last night, a-and you left your PET – I t-thought you'd…abondoned…me." Netto choked past hitching breaths, Enzan hugged Netto to himself – understanding all too well Netto's fear, yet willing his body to behave – the limbo of the wolf only encouraging those 'regretful' reactions.

"I came back, didn't I?" He reassured, griping his finders into Netto's shoulders as he pulled the slighter boy away from his body. Netto wiped his eyes with the back of his hand – even if there had been no visible signs of tears – nodding only after Netto's eyes had taken in the sight of his rogue appearance.

"Where have you been though?" The younger, wild haired teenager asked, and Enzan allowed the lie that he had made up as he came upon his clothing to pass his lips.

"I just got a little…turned around last night, that's all." He reassured – and knew that Netto trusted him far too much when the brunette merely nodded, taking his pathetic excuse at face value.

Both walked back to the aircraft in silence – Netto to start up a fire, and Enzan to, again, try his luck with getting the control panels to work.