Heath checked his phone again and sighed. Still no reply to his text message.

"Give it up, bro," his best friend Dakota Darsow told him. The colored club lights danced over the spikes of his brown hair as he shook his head. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and shit."

"I didn't scorn Layla," Heath said.

"I'm betting she feels pretty damn scorned after that kiss diss," he insisted, making the redhead scowl.

"It's been two weeks and she won't even let me apologize. She was a really cool chick; I thought we'd hang out this summer and I could introduce her to you losers."

"He was looking forward to showing off his new fag hag, he means," Alex Riley said with a smirk.

"Actually, I thought she might like one of you meat heads," Heath snapped. "But she's too classy for you."

"Shut up, Alex," Justin Gabriel said, his South African accent clipping the words, and he draped an arm around his boyfriend. "She was just embarrassed. She'll come around, sonlig. I want to meet this woman who helped my baby through that evil algebra."

"Thank you, honey," Heath cooed, and leaned in for a kiss.

"I still can't believe she thought you were straight," Wade Barrett put in, and Heath refrained from rolling his eyes when Justin smiled at the large man. Heath knew his boyfriend had a crush on him. He completely trusted Justin, but the big-eared oaf was always sniffing around, making casual insults directed at the redhead. Heath was beginning to regret that threesome they'd had last month. "I couldn't picture it. Would you even know what to do with a woman?" Wade sneered. Dakota got up and started towards the dance floor.

"Sure he does," he said, ruffling Heath's long locks as he passed. "He's got his face buried in Justin's snatch all the time."

"Hey!" Justin protested.

"Aw," Heath said, his lips puckered, "but you have a tasty snatch, baby."

Justin grinned. "So do you, sonlig," he said, and met those puckered lips in a deep, probing kiss.

"This shit is why we call you lesbians," Alex said, pointing at them warningly over his soda.

"That and your massive dildo collection," Wade added.

Justin pulled back and kissed the tip of his baby's nose. "Hmm. Speaking of dildos, it's a full moon out tonight."

"Ooh, my werewolf gonna take me home and maul me?" Heath asked, his hands threading into his lover's dark hair, and giggled when Justin growled and nipped at his throat.

"Yessir."

Heath only managed a quick wave goodbye to his friends before the werewolf dragged his prey out of the club, pausing outside to throw his head back and howl at the moon.

Little did either of them know, a misguided mother was looking up at the same moon. The full moon that was needed to start the spell and cast her wrath on a woman-hating redhead.

o~o~o

The side of Heath's face pressed into the pillow, his ass raised in the air. Justin crouched behind him, feet planted on the mattress as he bent over that gracefully arched back, his hands pinning the redhead's wrists to the pillow. The bed was littered with the toys they'd used on each other before Justin had started fucking his lover's ass in earnest. The sounds of heavy panting and desperate groans filled the room, accented by the slapping of Justin's balls against Heath's with every rapid snap of his hips. A look of intense concentration twisted Justin's face, and he tossed his shaggy hair out of his eyes as his teeth grit. "Ohhh yeah... Heath... ah fuck..."

Heath whimpered and moaned in response, higher-pitched and breathier than usual. His muscles tensed, chasing that sweet release as Justin's cock pummeled his insides, his own cock twitching and leaking between his legs. So close, just needed that last magic touch... "Please," he gasped. "Justin... lemme go... need..." He trailed off in a whine as Justin let go of his wrists and grabbed Heath's left hand, lacing their fingers together. Heath reached down with his free hand to grip his throbbing width, smearing precum and jerking himself with rough tugs. Justin's other hand went to his hair, tangling in thick red locks and holding his head to the pillow. He watched Heath's profile as that pretty face scrunched in pleasure, the sweat on the pale skin of his back shimmering as his arm worked furiously beneath him.

Oh fuck, there it was, the pink lips parting and eyes widening before they rolled back. Justin's pace became erratic as his thighs trembled, his redhead's slutty, wanton cries making him weak-kneed as the sheets below were painted with Heath's cum. Justin let go and wrapped an arm around his chest, pressing against that sweaty back as a knee sank to the mattress. He drove into Heath with slow, deep thrusts, their bodies rocking together as his cock jerked and spilled against contracting walls, half-curses from two languages falling from his lips.

"Holy shit," Heath squeaked after they had collapsed.

"Holy shit," Justin agreed with a giggle, laying soft kisses over shoulder and neck before nuzzling a smooth cheek. Odd. Heath had been doing the scruffy look lately. He must have shaved before the club and Justin hadn't noticed. He'd probably catch hell for his inattention tomorrow, but fuck it. Right now he just wanted to sleep in his baby's arms. Heath rolled over and pulled Justin close, letting the darker man snuggle into his chest as they drifted off. Chest felt strangely soft, Justin thought. So soft...

o~o~o

Justin woke to the familiar feel of Heath kissing him awake. Sunday was his favorite part of the week, waking late afternoon with nothing to do but each other. He smiled against Heath's questing mouth, never minding about morning breath or that they were pungent with dried sweat and cum. Justin actually loved the musky sex smell of Heath's skin the morning after. And soon they'd be in the shower, Heath's body pressing him against the tiles and indulging his weekly desire to be made love to under the steaming spray.

"Love you," Heath murmured, voice husky with sleep.

"Love you," Justin mumbled back, sighing as Heath's lips caressed his throat. Heath had woken with a deep, empty ache between his legs that seemed to throb all the way to his belly. He knew Justin would want shower sex, but Heath needed more of what he'd gotten last night. He needed to be fucked, and hard. His hand slipped between his boyfriend's thighs.

"Justiiinnn..." he purred next to his ear, toying with the foreskin on the head of the erection he'd found. "Please?"

Justin knew what that meant. "Dammit, Heath..." He cracked an eyelid just enough to see those big brown eyes pleading, then shut the eyelid again and muttered something in Afrikaans. Those lips started roving his neck again, and Justin could feel the smile that played on them. Bitch had him and he knew it.

"Just a quickie," Heath whispered. "Then we can nap, and after I'll take you in the shower for a long, slow... fuck..." Warm breath shuddered below Justin's ear and a tongue flicked against the lobe. Justin sighed as his dick twitched in his lover's hand, and he rubbed Heath's back. Had he been losing weight? He seemed smaller. But he still felt so damn good...

"Okay, okay," Justin conceded, mock resignation in his voice. "Hop on."

"Oh, poor you," Heath giggled, seeing the grin cross those gorgeous lips. He peeled himself away from Justin's body to sit up and straddle his lover. He couldn't wait to impale himself on that hard cock. He reached down to run fingers over his own cock, thinking it strange how horny he was, yet his balls weren't throbbing, and his dick... his dick...

Justin's eyes snapped open when Heath screamed, and he sat up on his elbows. Heath had bolted upright, flinging back the covers and kneeling with knees wide apart. His mass of red hair hung over his bowed face, and it seemed long. Too long. He'd cut off most of that length months ago... "Heath? Baby..?" Heath was pawing at his own crotch, hips tilted so he could see between his legs better; was he hurt? Then his hand moved and for one horrid second Justin thought he'd torn his own dick off, leaving nothing but a cleft and strips of flesh flushed an angry pink. Heath raked his hair back to look at his hand, moving the ginger curtain away from large round breasts that heaved with panic. Heath stared at his fingers in horror, then showed the glistening digits to his boyfriend. Clear juices on too-slender fingers. Justin blinked as what his boyfriend was trying to tell him sunk in. Heath's pussy was wet.

"Justin..?" His voice was high and wavering, and Justin could only stare at the woman in his bed, the woman who stared back at him from Heath's eyes.


PS- I'm not gonna make a habit of writing Slariel. Just saying.