I do not own anything, any products/merchandise, or characters mentioned in any of my stories. I own nothing except for a couple fictional characters here and there. Some of the fictional characters may be owned by other author's. I will give all credit to them when it comes that time. This goes for all my past stories and ones to come. I do own the characters: Michael Angèlle and Jaden Cyril.

Summary: When love is the strongest element, sometimes it is hard to explain your actions. Lucky when you have someone there, the rough road ahead does not seem as hard. That is until another curve ball is thrown your way - that is when you figure out the next move.

Author Note: Please enjoy another chapter, please do review – love to hear your thoughts. I would like to post this for my old co-writer, thank you.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Eleven

Michael had asked Jaden if he could take Dylan out for a bit, to get him out of the hotel room they'd been staying in for the past few days. Reluctantly, Jaden agreed. He figured they could use some alone time and to catch up, have sex and do an assortment drugs, whatever teenagers did these days.

He didn't bother asking; first of all it probably wasn't his business to begin with. Secondly, did he really want to know if Michael planned on 'getting laid' tonight? He'd probably end up hearing about it anyway but, as for right now, that answer was 'no'. Curling up with a good book he'd bought… well, stole from the lobby while leaving a sum to replace it, same difference, sounded like a fantastic idea to Jaden.

He cracked it open and took a sip of his freshly made mug of hot chocolate. It was a new fancy of his that he seemed to enjoy. Michael said something about him craving it more than a 'knocked up chick' and Dylan had the nerve to laugh. Jaden narrowed his eyes in annoyance at the memory, but then smiled. He'd really enjoy having Dylan around. He seemed to be the perfect new addition. The right person to fill the void they'd had for the longest time.

Neither Jaden nor Michael ever felt so – fulfilled, and Jaden hadn't even attempted at 'his steak'. Everything seemed like it was falling into place and was going to work out from now on.

-x-X-x-

The way the moonlight shimmered off the water in the pool created the perfect romantic evening for Dylan and Michael to be out and about. The farthest they walked was to the outdoor pool just behind the hotel. They'd just finished making hot, steamy, passionate love to one another under the full night blanket of stars.

As they were both calming down from their excitement, Dylan was in Michael's arms, just embracing the other, not wanting to let go anytime soon. This entire ordeal seemed to be way too good to be true, despite the bad events that took place. 'At least I didn't lose everyone…' Dylan thought to himself. He figured that things could've been much, much worse than they turned out to be. 'I have someone who I love right here with me… he won't leave me and I don't intend on leaving him… I think, things will be okay.'

Dylan was far from healed when it came to grieving for the loss of his family, but being with Michael did help make the process easier. It sure did. "Hey, you okay? Y'look like you've got a lot on your mind my sweet." Michael cooed gently, brushing the other's hair away from his face, admiring his naked body upon his own. Nothing felt more right than the two of them lying there, skin to skin contact.

Dylan shrugged, taking in a breath, letting out a long sigh. "Not… really. Just my family, a little bit, but I'm more so thinking about… us. This makes us together, does it not babe?" Dylan said lightly, his cheeks blushing heavily. "Uh, I mean…"

Michael smirked and lifted Dylan's chin up, kissing his lips tenderly. "Sounds good to me, love."

Dylan gave a nervous chuckle as he shifted his being ever so slightly. "So, Michael… a random question but… what's your favorite animal?"

Michael thought about that for a moment. It'd been a long time since he was asked a generic question like that. "Well, I'd have to say dog. Like, as a pet, y'know?" Dylan gave a nod, snuggling into Michael as he continued his statement. "I mean, they're loyal, faithful companions. I wanted a goldfish once but Ja-"

Dylan laughed and put his index finger to his lovers' lips. "I heard the entire goldfish story from Jaden, you're an ass." He laughed, still embraced in the other's arms.

Michael grinned, kissing Dylan's finger gently, "Well, I mean… it was like a six hundred dollar aquarium okay, but I mean, that's like… Jaden's pocket change." He explained with a chuckle, "But anyway… yeah, dog. I'd have to say dog. No specific breed, just fluffy."

Dylan gave a nod, feeling suddenly rather strange. A rush of scents came to his nose, being able to smell almost anything and everything within a several mile radius. Quite frankly the mixtures were making Dylan severely nauseous. He pushed himself upward off Michael, reaching for his clothes and getting dressed just in time to double over, relieving his nauseousness suddenly. "Damn… shit, fuck…" he cursed softly, wiping his mouth with his sweater sleeve.

Michael of course followed pursuit getting dressed, but he gently tugged Dylan's arm to hug him, rubbing the small of his back. "You okay now?"

Dylan gave a small nod, feeling a bit dizzy and unsteady on his feet. "I… I think so. I can just, smell everything. It's really weird. And some people seriously need to bathe more. Like, I'm not even kidding." He chuckled, to which Michael did too, still rubbing his back.

"Shh," he shushed, kissing Dylan's temple. "you're okay. I'm right here." Just then, a thought came into his mind. "Dyl… darling. You… had lots of cuts everywhere, after… the incident. You had bandages…"

Dylan shrugged, "Yeah, so?"

Michael ran his tongue over his teeth in thought, and then he spoke up. "Well you're not wearing them, you… don't have any cuts, but there were lots and… you're, all healed after a couple days?"

Dylan looked down, Michael did have a point. "Huh… yeah, that is weird. You're right. It's not like I could just heal instantaneously…" he said with a nervous laugh, but then looked to Michael. "right?"

Michael gave a shrug of his shoulders; he wasn't sure what to believe anymore. He raised an eyebrow when Dylan was looking around cautiously, upon Dylan asking him if he'd heard anything, he simply replied, "Nope, not really." He cupped Dylan's chin. "You sure you're feeling okay?"

Dylan laughed nervously, "Of course! Don't be silly." Lightly shoving Michael, to which it seemed as if the impact of it felt like a hard shove to Michael. He looked right into Dylan's apologetic eyes. "Babe! I'm so sorry." He said quickly, hoping Michael understood he didn't mean it out of harm, or rudeness.

"No, no – it's okay. Don't… apologize. Jaden was right, you are really strong." He chuckled, scooping up the other in a kiss.

Dylan, after a few seconds parted it. "As much as I'd love to stand here sucking face with you all night, I'm really freaking out here. I feel so weird, so… out of sorts. I feel different, strange… what's going on?"

In all honesty, Michael couldn't say what was going on. He hadn't attempted to change Dylan, to turn him – so what was going on? "Shh, baby I don't know what's going on but I'm right here with you…"

Before another word could be said, Dylan seemed to have shoved Michael away for a moment, the other stumbling back. Without getting angry about it, Michael regained balance and right away, noticed Dylan was submerged into pain. He rushed back to the other's side. "Michael… don't… don't stay. Go, go back to the hotel… leave me be."

Michael objected to that right away, even faster than Dylan knew he would. "No, no Dylan, I'm not leaving you. The last time I let you wander around alone I almost lost you! I'm not coming that close to losing you ever again, you understand me?"

Dylan just nodded, but gripped Michael's shirt in pain. He was feeling it all over his body. As if someone was taking a dagger, dragging it across all his limbs and especially his back, his poor back felt submerged in excruciating agony.

Collapsing on all fours, Dylan gasped for air. Sharp pains in his chest keeping him from screaming. Tears streaming down his face, he took deep, shaky breaths to try and deal with it, but this was getting unbearable fairly quickly. He didn't know how much more he could handle.

His answer was soon given, when his gorgeous hazel eyes, rolled back, his entire body just collapsing into a heap upon the cement ground, right next to the poolside.

The first thing Michael thought back to, was how earlier in the evening, he and Dylan had to hide in the somewhat enclosed pool area because some people thought they'd 'recognized' him, which led to them making love and now, it seemed Dylan wasn't doing so well at all.

Keeping his word, Michael stayed right next to Dylan, but covered his mouth in horror as he witnessed his significant other's body begin to morph. Before his eyes, his beloved Dylan, was now… a Siberian husky? He rubbed his eyes, but still the pile of fluff was lying there. "D…Dylan? Babe?" he asked no one in particular, reaching out to pet this canine.

Michael almost jumped back when the dog awoke, rising to its feet. As the canine slid out from underneath the clothing and shaking its beautiful, luscious fur, the husky sat down, tail surrounding the bottom and hind legs of the animal. 'Michael! It's okay! It's me… can you hear me? This feels like that weird phone commercial, can you hear me now? How about now? And now?'

Michael's jaw dropped. 'Baby, baby… that's you?! I… wow, I feel like I've just committed bestiality…'

'YOU ASSHOLE, that's all you can think about?' Michael watched the dog carefully, it seemed to have an annoyed expression on its face, and how Michael knew it was truly Dylan, was its hazel eyes, just as pretty as Dylan's. They were Dylan's eyes for sure and he knew it.

Michael cringed, 'Ooh, when you yell, it gives me a headache. Literally.'

The dog seemed amused. 'Oh yeah? GOOD! … anyway, how the fuck are we going to explain this to Jaden?'

Michael covered his mouth to hide his chuckles, "Good question."

-x-X-x-

Jaden raised a brow as he set down the novel he was only about six pages from finishing. Why did Michael have to get back now? He heaved a sigh, "So, did you get laid or not? Might as well tell me now." He stated, seeming to be very unenthused.

Michael grinned, "Oh I got laid alright, but… uh, we have a bit of an issue." Just then, Dylan… or rather, the Siberian husky trotted into the hotel room, hopping up on the comfy double bed, circling around about four times before lying down.

Jaden chuckled, "Oh you're good. A real jokester you are Michael. You're trying to say Dylan's your bitch when you slept together and what not, I got this. You're oh so funny; now get the mutt off my bed." He said with a small laugh and then his expression became somewhat blank. It was obvious that Jaden didn't realize that the 'mutt' on his bed, was indeed Dylan just… in this new form of his.

Michael waved his hands in attempted explanation. "No, no – Jaden… this is legit. Like… this dog, is someone rather familiar."

Jaden raised an eyebrow, "Oh Michael, you've got to be kidding me… the fuck are you talking about now?"

Michael bit down on his lip in thought, "Y'know what? I'm just gonna say it. That's Dylan. Right there. There he is, TADA!" He pointed to the dog, who seemed to be almost asleep, tail flipping every now and then.

Jaden chuckled, "You're kidding right? Tell me you're kidding Michael."

Michael shrunk, "Um… I'm totally kidding?" He somewhat replied, a grin on his face.

Jaden glared at the dog, "That mutt, is Dylan? … I don't believe this Michael… it's too, surreal."

Michael poked the sleeping dog, "Dylan, get your furry ass up."

Dylan, looked up at Michael, the animal sighing deeply as he got up from lying down, hopped off the bed and making his way, on all fours, over to Jaden, giving his hand a soft lick.

"Look at his eyes Jaden… it is him. It's Dylan." He coaxed, as Jaden gave the dog a few pets, scratches behind the ears, he finally did look into the eyes of the animal, to see that they were indeed Dylan's familiar hazel eyes. He could feel the warmth in them.

Jaden, just sitting there completely stunned, continued to pet the dog. "Wow… that's… I'm… shocked." He then smirked, "Sit."

Dylan sighed deeply, sitting upon the floor.

"Lie down."

Another sigh, he did as was told of him.

"Without the attitude would be nice… now go make me a sandwich." Jaden mused with a smile, except when Dylan growled and barked. "Okay, maybe not. FINE – I didn't want a sandwich anyway!"