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Note: Sorry everyone for the late update, but I caught an evil stomach bug. I spare you the nasty details; let's just say I was knocked out for a whole week.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!!
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6. Chapter
Late morning light filled the lair when Tommy slowly woke up. The first thing he noticed, even before he opened his eyes, was a strange weight on his chest. Looking down he smiled instantly.
Merton, still deeply asleep, was laying half on top of him, his head on Tommy's chest and one arm wrapped around him. I could get used to waking up like this he thought, giving Merton's forehead a feather light kiss.
The sight of his sleeping friend, with his rosy mouth slightly open, tempted him to continue where they had stopped last night, but he didn't want to fright his buddy.
The day was still young, there was no need to rush things; so he decided to wait until the Goth wake up, explain things to him, and then… With a happy sigh Tommy closed his eyes again, enjoying the warm weight in his arms.
Merton started to stir a little later, the first thing he knew was that he felt happy, warm and protected. He became aware that he was snuggled half on top of what felt like a giant teddy bear, only more solid. Opening his eyes he saw that it was actually Tommy who he wascuddling with.
WAH! How the heck am I supposed to explain this to him when he wakes up?!
In panic Merton wanted to turn away from Tommy as fast as possible, but one leering glance proved that his friends arms where wrapped around him as well. There was no way for the Goth to move without waking the jock, and that would be the super MCA.
So he kept on laying where he was, praying for a miracle to end this situation without Tommy biting his head off.
Although deep inside Merton savoured being held by his friend and wished this moment would last forever.
A sharp knocking on the entrance ended the peaceful morning silence in the lair.
"Guys? You're awake? We better get moving; the fair isn't waiting!" A certain overly cheerful blonde yelled.
Both boys jerked up violently at the sudden noise, causing Merton's forehead to collide with Tommy's chin.
Well, that's one painful miracle he thought; rubbing his head while stumbling towards the door before Loris knocking would smash it.
As soon as Merton opened the door, Lori stormed in, bursting with energy.
"Hey Mert, have you seen the weather? I bet we get the first snow today. Then we could go ice skating tomorrow…why are you rubbing your head, hang-over? I didn't know you two were throwing a party last night. If I had known I would have come too of course!"
"We didn't throw a party, he just bumped his head. And please, don't talk that fast before I had my first coffee." Tommy pleaded, sitting on the Goths bed carefully palming his bruised chin.
Inwardly he wished Lori would go to hell, cause with her around he couldn't talk to Merton, let alone do other stuff with him. Instead of a nice, leisurely breakfast followed by some nice, hot kisses he was condemned to spend his day on that stupid fair.
He sighed, standing up he said "O.K, lets go. I guess we can have breakfast on the fair."
Inside his mind Merton was cursing Lori too, but for very different reasons.
Ever since she got to know the content of Tommy's vision she had tried to manipulate the jock by using the symbols of his dream.
One day she was complaining loudly that the winter weather would make her pale like the moon, the next she was wearing blue glittering star shaped earrings.
That she didn't put on a black papier-mâché crown was everything.
But her outfit today topped it all: a skin tight white t-shirt with a blue glitter star on each breast, and thanks to the cold weather one could clearly see that she didn't wear a bra.
Her stiff nipples were staring at Merton that pushy that he felt the urge to stare back at them…or maybe say hello.
Hey you two, how's living with a bitch?
Pretty cold, thanks for asking! ´
His imaginary talk with Loris freezing friends made Merton chuckle. That is, until they were outside the lair and Lori put on her headband, which of course was black and jagged.
God, she could as well scream: fuck me Tommy fumed the Goth.
Thanks to a decree of faith the jock was totally oblivious to all her scheming.
Merton could clearly remember the day she was painted almost chalk white and Tommy's only reaction was to ask her if she had an upset stomach.
Her face had been priceless.
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During the day it became clear that no amount of coffee could lift Tommy's grumpy mood, although he tried his best to follow his upbringing and stay polite it was clear for everyone that he didn't want to be here on the fair.
Well, for everyone except Lori, that is. The blonde energizer bunny kept on dragging the boys all over the fair, from the roundabout to the clowns and back to Aunt Sally.
In her over boarding eagerness she failed to notice not only the jocks lack of enthusiasm but also Merton's increasing nervousness.
The Goth was worried that his friend's unusual behaviour was because of him, of how they woke up this morning. He only hoped that Tommy couldn't remember last night. If Tommy would ever get to know about his feelings for him, he was sure it would be the end of their friendship.
The jock of course picked up Merton's rising fear and guessed the reason; it only fuelled his own anxiety. When Lori started to rave about how romantic a ride on the giant wheel would be for the two of them he finally lost it.
He grabbed both her hands to stop her from trying to stuff him with pink cotton candy and said: "It was really a nice day on the fair, but Merton and I have to go now. There are some things we need to prepare for tonight before it gets dark. And since its already late afternoon, we gotta go home and start."
He spoke with so much resoluteness that Lori only blinked and nodded.
Luckily she didn't look over to Merton who was completely dumbfounded; he knew Tommy loathed lying and now he was telling such a whopper! He really wondered what had gotten into his friend.
However, Lori insisted on walking them home and she kept on talking all the way. Maybe that was the reason why Tommy all but ran towards Merton's house, to escape her blabbing.
Entering the lair, she gave the unusually empty walls a curious glance.
"I've carried everything potentially dangerous or endangered upstairs to Becky's room. She is spending this weekend at one of her girl friends, and my parents are away as always." Merton answered Loris unspoken question.
Her eyes wandered over the charm-covered doors and the gooey stuff on the windows.
"You guys really take this second moon thing dead serious, do you?"
"It is serious Lori. Last night I actually fell into trance again, without any warning. So would you please go now, for your own safety?" Saying this, the jock almost shoved her out of the lair.
"Goodnight guys! Hey, what about having lunch together tomorrow? I could fetch us something from the hungry bucket."
"Yeah, good idea, see you at noon. Bye!" He quickly closed the door, careful not to touch the door knob, because the Goth had somehow managed to attach uncle Jebediahs denture to it.
Sighing deeply he said "Thank god she's gone; I already thought we would never get rid of her." He looked over to Merton and noticed his startled expression "Hey buddy, what's the matter?"
"You remember being in trance last night." He answered, looking even paler than usual.
"Yes. I even remembered my first vision." Tommy replied.
He started to walk over towards his friend, slowly, while saying "Last night I dreamed of the woods, but I wasn't alone, I heard running paws and when I woke up I could still hear them. The sound led me to your mirror, but instead of my reflection I saw my inner wolf. He made me see the truth."
Tommy gave Merton a soothing smile, while gently nudging him over to the mirror.
There, he made the Goth face their reflection while standing right behind him, hands on his shoulders.
"I discerned that I never had a problem with what I am, I only feared to be alone. That neither Lori nor Stacy could ever be my mate cause each of them only loved one part of me. But like you said, my mate is someone who will always understand, accept and love both parts."
He smiled at Merton. "You know, I can't believe how blind I have been. It was there, all the time right before my eyes. Someone who fully understands and accepts me…and hopefully loves me, too."
He sounds so sure Merton thought sadly. He knew he should be glad for his friend, now that he apparently had found his mate and help him to get together with her in time before the winter solstice, but he couldn't help it.
The barely hidden joy in the jocks voice was killing him. It took all his willpower to maintain his composure and not to break down crying.
Tommy touched the mirror surface, his voice became even softer.
"My wolf made me realize how much this someone means to me, and then I heard you calling my name. Looking up I remembered my first vision and recognised the one instantly. Now everything makes sense; I can understand the description. I wanted to tell you at once, but I was too deep in trance to speak. That's why I needed to talk to you and explain everything before sunset, in case I fall back in trance again tonight. To make you understand, too."
Merton swallowed; he didn't want to hear which girl would take away his very source of life. He just couldn't, the mere thought was unbearable. "Tommy, you don't have to…" he tried to stop him, but his friend seemingly didn't hear him and continued.
"Look Merton, can you see it?" The jock asked, pointing at the mirror.
And even if he didn't want it, the Goths gaze followed.
But all he saw was his own reflection - and Tommy's index finger tracing the outline of it.
Noticing his irritation, the jock explained softly "Your face, Merton. It is pale like the moon."
Merton's eyes grew wide; he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Your eyes, they are the most beautiful blue I've ever seen, and they sparkle like stars."
Merton's breath hitched in his throat, this couldn't be true, he must be dreaming!
"Your hair, its raven black and with all the spikes it looks like a crown."
Merton's knees gave way under him; without Tommy holding him up he would have hit the floor. Black dots were dancing in front of his eyes, he felt like fainting.
Ever so gently, Tommy turned him around, and there was absolutely no misinterpreting the love shining in his eyes.
He caressed the Goths cheek and whispered "I know that you understood and accepted me from day one as human and wolf, and I'm sure you will forever. What I need to know now is, do you love me as well as I love you?"
Merton gasped; his mouth was opening and closing as if he was a goldfish. There was no way his confused brain could form an intelligible answer right now. Even if, he was so shocked he could barely breathe, let alone talk.
The jock mistook his silence as rejection, and was already turning away when eventually life came back into the Goth.
Merton clutched his friend's shoulders like a lifeline and began to nod like crazy, with so much force that it looked like he wanted to nod his head of.
Tommy understood, both utterly relieved and happy beyond description he pulled him into a bone crushing embrace. That broke the spell; Merton could finally talk again.
"Yes!! I do! So much! Always have, always will…" he sobbed, all the pent up tension and fear of the last time taking its toll.
Tommy kept hugging him, tenderly rubbing his back, and in the end his crying subsided.
When Merton looked up with the most beatific smile ever, the jock couldn't resist any longer and kissed him, soft and gentle, but with enough hidden passion to make the Goth shudder.
He had waited so long for this moment, and now all his dreams were coming true.
Their kisses grew more fervent and filled the lair with the sound of groaning.
Merton tightened his grip around Tommy and pressed his whole body against him, driven by the urge to be as near to his friend as possible.
Tommy started instinctively to grind his groin against the Goth who responded to this action happily. Both boys jerked as their erections collided and broke the kiss, but not the embrace. It had felt as if lightning flashed through their bodies.
Panting heavy they looked in each others eyes.
Merton's heart beat increased even more at the sight of sheer need in his friends gaze. Never breaking eye contact he took a little step back and pulled off his shirt with one fluid motion.
Tommy stared at Merton's bare chest, and lifted a trembling hand to touch the exposed skin. He was mesmerized by the soft feeling under his fingertips and totally enthralled by his friend's reaction; the little caress was enough to make the Goth gasp and shiver.
Impatiently he tugged at the taller ones shirt to return the pleasure.
Tommy got the hint and seconds later his shirt lay forgotten on the floor, too. Merton's pale fingers eagerly roamed over his friends tanned skin. Leaning forward he started to kiss his way all over the broad chest.
The jock closed his eyes, groaning, and concentrated fully on this wonderful sensation.
But his eyes soon snapped open again when the ministrations reached one nipple. The Goth licked and nibbled the little nub until he finally took it in his mouth and sucked, hard.
Tommy yelped, and pushed him away at arm's length, gasping; one silent plea burning in his eyes.
Merton answer was clear; he took his hand and started pulling him towards his bed.
Stroking and kissing each other they needed several minutes until they reached the bedside. They had got rid of their shoes and pants on the way and were left only in their boxers. However, at the sight of the bed Tommy seemed to hesitate.
"Are you really sure you want this, Merton? I mean, just because its Lycanamora doesn't mean we have to…well, you know…so if you're not ready" a pale finger across his lips stopped his nervous stammering.
"You can't imagine how long I wanted this" whispered the Goth and pulled him down for another kiss.
Gradually he leaned back, all the while dragging his friend with him, until both lay on the bed side by side. Their bodies intertwined; tongues as well as legs, hands wandering everywhere.
Finally one groping hand slid below a waistband, searching for silken, swollen flesh.
A strangled gasp ended the kiss. Merton stared with wide open eyes at Tommy, frissons of excitement running through his whole body. The jock smiled and kept on caressing his friend's member with one hand, using the second to push the Goths boxers further down.
He stopped with one last gentle squeeze to pull off his own underpants.
Merton's eyes travelled all over his body, magnetically drawn southwards, the jock could almost feel the heated glance on his skin. Eager hands followed the path the eyes had taken earlier, and before Tommy knew it his friend was cowering catlike beside his tights, eying his target almost hungrily.
The jock shuddered in anticipation when Merton licked his lips and slowly leaned down. He watched with awe as rosy lips parted to engulf his cock, and seconds later he was in heaven.
The Goth did his best to make his beloved happy, sucking and licking, but beside he was with one free hand searching in his nightstand. Eventually he let go of Tommy's member and stretched out beside his friend, handing him his find.
At first the jock looked irritated at the little jar of vanilla-scented Vaseline in his hand, but then it dawned to his lust fogged mind what his friend was up to. He opened the jar and kneeled between the Goths tights, stroking and kissing his way up to his crotch.
Simultaneously he started to rain butterfly kisses all over Merton's shaft and to rub one vaseline-covered digit against the little puckered entrance below it. At a snail's pace he pushed his slick finger inside, careful not to hurt his groaning friend.
The Goth felt a twinge and tried his best to relax despite the strange sensation, and after a short while this odd treatment actually began to feel good. When Tommy entered a second digit along with a lump of Vaseline he was almost enjoying it, knowing that the pain was short lived and thinking of what would soon replace the digits.
Merton couldn't await to become one with the one he loved.
But after the digits were withdrawn nothing happened. The Goth looked down and saw the tensed up face of his friend, eyes clenched shut and jaws tight. He knew this expression very well, the jock was struggling not to wolf out.
For Tommy, this was a nightmare; along with his rising arousal his wolf had become more restlessly and now he was fighting to break loose. Amidst his internal war a pale hand on his furrowed forehead made him look up.
Merton smiled reassuringly and whispered "Its o.k. Tommy, I'm not afraid. He is a part of you; set him free."
Tommy was speechless; there were no words to describe how grateful he was or how much love he felt for Merton in this moment. Deeply moved he kissed his one true love and allowed it to happen.
The Goth could feel the change, the curls beneath his fingers turned coarse; the hands caressing his sides grew furry and the tongue in his mouth became rougher. His own tongue met strong fangs, and when they eventually had to break the kiss for air, he looked up into glowing yellow eyes.
The werewolf nuzzled his love's neck and emitted a happy, almost purring growl, basking in the scent of his soon-to-be mate. Tugging lightly at the Goth he uttered a rasp "Turn."
Merton obeyed happily, he kneeled down on hand and knees with his tights spread as far as possible. Furry paws were kneading his buttocks, mindful of the sharp claws, and a hot, rough tongue licked its way up to his shoulders as Tommy moved to kneel behind him.
Then, finally, the strange new sensation he was waiting for, something soft yet solid started nudging at his entrance, far bigger than a digit. Merton took a deep breath and tried his best to stay relaxed when that something slowly entered him.
God, it hurt! He bit his lip not to yelp, tears welled up in his eyes and he gasped for very different reasons than before.
The werewolf sensed his mate's distress and whimpered in sympathy.
He caressed his love's neck and sides to soothe him, until the Goth motioned for him to continue.
Carefully he started to move in a gentle pace, and soon his love met each thrust with his own.
Merton was in heaven, all the pain was gone and he felt pure bliss. He loved to feel the movement inside his body, knowing it was Tommy who he felt.
His arms and legs turned to jelly; he would have collapsed if it wasn't for the strong hands holding him up. He was picked up and pulled back until his back was pressed against the warm, rock hard chest behind him, basically sitting on Tommy's lap.
The Goth craned his neck to the side and kissed his lover, fangs and all, wishing this moment would last forever.
The werewolf held his mate as close as possible and quickened his rhythm, pushing even deeper into his beloved.
Soft fur tickled Merton in all the right places as strong paws started to wander, potential deadly claws were scratching lightly over his chest, increasing the pleasurable friction further. Their panting breath accelerated to the point were they had to stop kissing for air, nevertheless the Goth kept on bending his neck backwards, without thinking, until the back of his head lay on Tommy's shoulder.
The bared throat of his mate intrigued the werewolf without end; he felt the undefinably urge to lick all over this most vulnerable part of the body. His feral wolf instincts kicked in and started to whisper in the back of his mind, telling him to claim his mate once and for all.
Merton didn't even flinch when a hot, rough tongue along with sharp fangs brushed over his throat; he was too distracted by the furry paw that had at last found its way down to his member. Besides, he trusted Tommy with all his heart, no strings attached.
When at the same time Tommy started bucking under him and a furry thumb brushed over his glans, Merton finally lost control, his orgasm crushed through him like a wave.
That was the moment the werewolf had been waiting for, primal instincts led his fangs to a spot at the collarbone, near the crook of his mates neck.
The Goth barely noticed the sting of the bite in his ecstasy and he hadn't struggled against it anyway, because he partly had been expecting it, actually hoping for this very special pain.
As his mate didn't fight the bite but welcomed his mark, the werewolf was perfectly happy and followed Merton into bliss, howling his release to the heavens.
Both boys collapsed totally exhausted, still panting, with his last strength Tommy pulled the covers over him and Merton. Already half asleep they cuddled together, sharing one last kiss before the Goth became dead to the world.
"Goodnight Merton, my mate" whispered Tommy, and was fast asleep, too.
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The distillation was complete. Tomorrow would be her day, the day she would finally get what she wanted, no, what she deserved.
Oh yes, she and Tommy would have a lot of fun together.
She shook her head, she really couldn't understand why Merton had bothered to do this whole ritual-thingy; after all, things were pretty obvious.
Who else could be a match for the strongest male in town if not her? One of those wimpy cheer-leaders?! She laughed scornful. Yeah, right.
All she had to do tomorrow was to get rid of the Goth.
"You better don't get in my way, pale guy." Lori whispered smiling, a manic gleam in her eyes.
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Note: Phew!! My first slash scene! I hope you enjoyed it, I tried to my best to make it hot but not too dirty… have I succeeded? Please tell me your opinion!