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Note: One there will now be some slight one-sided Cryle (CraigxKyle) and the rating will be changed to M.

Chapter Seven-Obsession

Last time:

The raven haired teen pulled away, eyes studying his face. "He doesn't deserve you, Kyle. You're not his."

Kyle frowned up at him, confusion clear in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about Tucker?"

Craig smiled down at him. "You and that dickwad Marsh. He's not good enough for you Kyle. Not even close."

"And you are?", Kyle shot back, shoving at him with all his strength, only to be shocked when the taller male pushed him back into the wall, mouth capturing his again for a moment.

When he pulled back Craig's eyes had gone a familiar yellow, nails lengthened into claws as he held the smaller male's face in his hands. "Yes."

Kyle gasped, eyes going wide before narrowing. "It was you! You bit me! Didn't you?"

"Well I didn't plan to bite you.", Craig said softly, sighing. "I wanted to kill you, but...then I saw how stunning you were. I mean sure, you've always been good looking, but never beautiful. And right then, as I bit into your flesh and tasted your blood...you were perfect."

Kyle slapped him. "YOU BASTARD!"

Craig grabbed his hand, snarling. "Don't do that."

"Why not? You deserve it for what you did to me.", Kyle said hotly, pulling his hand back.

"What I did to you? Making you stronger? Faster?", Craig snorted. "Better?"

Kyle shook his head, pushing at him only for Craig to push him back against the wall. "You made me into a monster!"

"Not a monster.", The taller boy leaned in, caressing his face with the tips of his claws. "No.", he pressed his body against the redhead's, burying his nose in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. "You're powerful now Kyle. So much more than just the nerdy little Jew. Me and you,", he pulled back, yellow eyes gleaming in adoration. "we're Gods."

Kyle shoved him back, his own eyes shifting to yellow. "You're not a god Tucker.", he leaned in close, snarling. "You just think you are."

Leaning down Craig captured his lips in a kiss, smirking at the enraged expression on the redhead's face when he pulled away. Ah, that feisty temper. The best part of him really, and the lycanthropy simply added to it, making it more violent. More passionate.

Craig chuckled. "Ah, don't be like this. We belong together you and I. No use fighting it.", he drew a claw over the smaller male's cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood. "Just makes it hurt more."

With a vicious growl Kyle slammed his knee up into the taller boy's crotch, smiling as Craig collapsed to the floor in pain. "Maybe for you. I, personally, am just fine with Stan."

He turned to the door and unlocked it, features returning to normal, and smirked. He spared the barest of glances back at the other wolf, hatred clear in his eyes, and then he left.

Craig stared after him, eyes slightly teared as he lay on the ground in pain. A determined expression pushed onto his face and he shakily stood, claws leaving tears in the wall.

"I will have you Brofloski. You are mine."

Kyle had calmed his breathing by the time he entered the cafeteria, his eyes scanning for his brother and friends. He spotted them, Kenny waving wildly while Stan and Ike looked away, embarrassed at the hooded teen's actions.

Striding over and sitting down Kyle gave him a slight shove, forgetting his werewolf strength, and knocking Kenny over. He blushed at the look his friends (and Ike) gave him and helped him up.

"Sorry bout that."

Ken gave a smiled under his hood. ("No prob...wolf boy. So, what took ya so long?")

"I told you not to call me that.", Kyle said huffily, glancing toward the cafeteria door as it opened and Craig ambled in and moved to sit with his usual group, though he eyed Kyle closely for several minutes. "Craig stopped me."

Stan snorted. "Tucker? Why?"

"Seriously Ky. What would he want with you?", Ike asked, frowning and glancing over at Craig, who turned from his table to look over at them and smile.

Kenny grinned. ("Was it about how he's a wolf too?")

Kyle froze, turning to him. "Actually...yeah. It was. Also how he was better for me than Stan, but I really don't care about that part."

Kenny looked shocked, as did Ike and Stan. ("Wait...really? He's a werewolf?"), the hooded boy smiled widely jumping up out of his seat. ("Fucking shit man!")

"Tell it to the whole school why don't you.", Ike hissed, pulling the hooded boy back down before turning to his brother. "So he's the one from the woods?"

Stan glanced at Craig then Kyle. "He' the one that bit you?"

"Yeah. ", Kyle gave a curt nod. "He pulled me into the bathroom and told me. Also kissed me."

Stan growled. "What? He-", he glared over at Craig, who turned and flashed him a smirk. "That bastard."

Kyle put a hand on his maybe boyfriend's arm to calm him. "Relax Stan. I already gave him a knee to the balls for it.", he leaned over and whispered in his ear with a sly grin. "Besides, you're the only guy for me."

Craig seemed to scowl at this, glaring at Stan as Kyle leaned closer to him. And Kyle made sure he could see as he planted a kiss on the Stan's cheek, making the raven haired teen blush.

"Still.", Stan said softly. "I can't believe that asshole kissed you..."

Ike snorted. "Lets just forget that he also turned him into a werewolf. No, it's the kissing that really matters."

Stan nodded, ignoring the sarcasm. "Exactly." He pulled Kyle closer. "No one kisses my Kyle."

Kenny snorted. ("Bit possessive aren't we? I thought that was supposed to be Kyle's thing. Werewolf and all.")

Kyle growled lightly putting his arms around his best friend and burying his face in his shoulder, eyes flashing yellow. "Oh I'm even worse."

Ike nodded. "I believe it."

("Me too.")

Stan blushed as the werewolf snuggled into him some more, growling slightly, and earning them both a glare from Craig who was snarling at them from his own table. Stan couldn't help but smile at that and snuggle closer to Kyle, looking pointedly at the other werewolf. Craig snarled and flipped him off and Stan moved to do the same back only to be interrupted by a soft voice.

"Uhm...H-Hi guys..."
He turned to see Bebe and Red, frowning when he saw both were crying. "Bebe, what's wrong?"

"Well,", she sniffed. "I just...W-Wendy's missing and I-uh-I was just wondering if you guys knew anything a-about it? I mean-if you've seen her or anything...it'd really help. W-We're asking around."

Red nodded. "H-Her parents are really w-worried..."

"So if you know anything..."

Before anyone else could object (Not that they would have) Kyle shook his head. "Sorry. Nothing.", he smiled slightly at her, putting an arm on her shoulder. "I'm sure she'll turn up just fine."
Bebe flashed the redhead a grateful smile while Stan, Kenny, and Ike stared at him in slight shock. "Thank you Kyle. I'm sure you're right. Just-if you guys hear anything..."

Kyle nodded. "We'll tell you."

The two crying girls nodded, "Thank you." and and headed to the next table to ask for any information about their missing (dead) friend.

As soon as they left all of the tables occupants turned to stare wide eyed at Kyle. The redhead raised an eyebrow in question at the looks his friends were giving him.

"What are you guys looking at?"

Ike shrugged. "Oh nothing. It's just...how can you handle lying to her face like that?"

Kyle frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Dude, you know exactly what happened to Wendy and you totally lied to Bebe's face!"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "What was I supposed to tell her? I killed her best friend?" He snarled. "Somehow I doubt that'd do any good."

("True, but still man..."), Kenny sighed. ("Don't you at least feel a little bad?")

"Honestly?", He shook his head. "No."

Stan frowned. "How can you say that Ky."

"Yeah bro," Ike chirped. "It's like inhuman..."

Kyle shrugged. "Yeah, well...I'm not human am I?"

("Ky don't-")

Before Kenny could finish the bell rang out signaling the end of lunch and Kyle jumped up, grabbing up his bag.

Before leaving the redhead sighed and turned back to his friends."Look, I'll see you guys after school okay?"

Before they could answer he was already gone and they'd been left alone and slightly worried. Kenny turned to look over at Stan and Ike and sighed.

("We really need to fix him.")

The bell rang for the end of the day and Craig smiled. Only a few more minutes until Kyle came bursting out the front doors and right into his arms. The Jew was never late unless he had detention and Craig was positive he didn't so it would only be moments until he emerged and Craig could explain himself to him.

He understood what it must have seemed like to the angelic redhead. What he'd done to him. It seemed cruel and awful but he just needed to be shown the truth. He needed to see what a gift it was. He needed to understand that Craig loved him. Needed him. And now that he was a Lycan too they could be together, unlike Kyle and Marsh.

His keen eyes caught a flash of red and he caught hold of the Jewish teen's arm, pulling him to the side of the crowd. "Now we can finish our chat."

Kyle looked up at him and snarled, tugging his arm out of the elder teens grasp. "Finish? I'm pretty sure we were done Tucker."

"Kyle Kyle Kyle.", Craig smiled lightly. "Call me Craig."

The redhead snorted. "Not a chance Tucker."

"Fine. At least hear me out then?"

Kyle shook his head. "Sorry. Got places to be. People to see."

Craig snarled. "Marsh?"

"Maybe. It's not really any of your business though is it."

Another snarl. "It is my business if it has to do with you."

"You don't own me!"

Craig gave a nod. "No I don't. But I'm the only one like you in this dump of a town. Marsh, McCormick, Ike. They're nothing but food for us Red. Food. They can't understand you and sooner or later you're gonna end up hurting them. Just like Wendy." The raven haired teen grinned. "You're gonna rip them apart. Your brother. McCormick. Your precious Marsh. But if you stay with me we can avoid all that. We can leave here and hunt somewhere else. And they'll be safe. Safe from me. Safe from you."

"I'd never hurt them Tucker and I will never go with you. You did this to me. You made me a monster and I will never trust you." Kyle said firmly, eyes hard.

Craig sighed. "I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking-no, begging- for you to love me."

Kyle smirked. "Not a chance Tucker."

And walked away leaving the raven haired werewolf snarling lightly.

"Kyle! What took you so long?", Stan asked, moving from his van to stand by his sorta boyfriend, Ike and Kenny doing the same. "It's been like ten minutes."

The redhead shook his head. "Just Tucker again. No big deal."

Ike snorted. "Really? What'd he want?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just my undying love. I told him no of course. Again. I think I got through to him this time though."

Stan growled. "That bastard. I oughta..."

("Leave him alone and let your werewolf boyfriend deal with it? Yeah you oughta."), Kenny said with a snort.

"Wouldn't want Craig to eat you or something.". Ike agreed.

"I wouldn't let him. Kill 'im first.", Kyle said with a growl, pulling Stan close to him.

"Possessive much?", Stan said with a chuckle.

Kyle snorted. "So what?"

Stan raised his hands as best he could in an apologetic gesture. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Now, uh, can you let go of me so we can get going?"

Kyle smirked. "If I must."

He let go of the taller male and smiled as he unlocked the van, opening the backseat sliding door for him. Stan made some goofy reference to him being a princess and Kenny and Ike laughed, but Kyle couldn't hear it. All he could hear were Craig's words:

You're gonna rip them apart. Your brother. McCormick. Your precious Marsh.

He got into the van and looked at their faces. Really looked. Soft. Smooth. Human. Everything his wasn't. Not anymore.

They were so easily breakable. With his strength he barely had to try. He could rip them to shreds without even a hint of effort. Rip them apart on a whim. Spill their sweet blood, red as can be. Lap it up like a dog. Let it run down his throat. Drink it up.

"Ky, You okay?"

He blinked and nodded. "Yeah. Fine."

Oh, God. Craig was right.

Hot holy hell. Poor Kyle. Totally going nutty. And Craig, needing his love and stuff. He's so needy. Lol. Anywho. Please review! I love to hear your opinions.