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Chapter 12:

I Know...

-The Art Show, Same Night-

_Justin's P.O.V_

I had been watching Brian since he left my side, watching to see which paintings interested him. He wandered around and looked at a few when a buyer approached me. I turned my attention away from Brian and talked to the man, a gallery owner in Chicago who was interested in one of my pieces for his personal collection. I talked with him and tried to keep it brief, I wanted to make the sale and get it over with quickly. The man made his purchase and walked away just as I saw Brian lay eyes on the painting of the thing I had seen in my dream. I made my way around the crowd so that I could see him without him knowing. I watched his reaction to the piece. In his face, I saw the fear that I had sensed before...the emotion that had been radiating from his very being. I could see his face clearly from my stance a few feet from him, cloaked by other gallery patrons. I had the aching feeling that he knew exactly what I had painted, he knew that I had painted a werewolf. When I had talked with him in my dream, he hadn't told me outright that he was the monster that I had seen...but when I saw his eyes, I knew it to be true. As he stood there studying my painting, his eyes told me everything. He was the werewolf in my dream and this time...I knew for sure.

After he had gazed upon the painting enough, he turned and walked directly out of the gallery. I watched him hurriedly leave and I knew exactly what was going through his mind. I had had the sneaking suspicion that Brian had been hiding this for a long while and he was still trying to keep it hidden from everyone. But I let him leave. I knew that he wouldn't leave me here but he needed some air. So, I turned back to the patrons of the gallery and made small talk. Daphne was buzzing around the room, making sure things were going smoothly. Ted and Emmett were talking to a few people by the buffet table when I saw Debbie staring at something across the room. Her face was nearly white and her brows were knitted tightly. I furrowed my brows and followed her line of sight only to see the painting that Brian was just studying. I rose my eyebrows as I realized that Debbie knew something for certain. I made my way over to her and surprised her as I took her by the arm and led her to a quieter area to talk.

"What's wrong Sunshine?" Her voice was soft in my interrupting her. I ignored her question until we were away from the large group of people. The storage area for the art would have to do in this moment. With the door closed behind us, I turned to look at a confused Debbie. I took in a deep breath before speaking to her.

"Debbie...do you know who was in the painting that you were just looking at?" I tested her with a question that I basically already knew the answer to. I watched as her stance became nervous and rigid, bouncing from foot to foot as she answered.

"What are you talking about Justin? The painting was of some kind of wolf...not a person." Her voice had a hint of the shrill tone that she used when she was trying to lie.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Deb. And I think you know who I'm talking about." I said with an all too calm voice was I stared into her glassy grey-blue eyes. In those eyes, I saw that she knew exactly what I meant...and definitely who I was talking about. Her nervous demeanor was still very apparent as I watched the defeat grace her features.

"I know who you painted..." Deb's voice was soft as she wrung her hands together. I pursed my lips together before rolling them into my mouth as I nodded my head slowly. "I promised I'd never tell." Her admittance caught me off guard as I furrowed my brows.

"Brian? You promised Brian that you'd never tell?" I asked as she nodded her head in confirmation.

"He's hidden this for eight years Sunshine...it's his deepest, darkest secret. He hasn't told a soul, I mean, I didn't even know until I saw it with my own eyes." My eyes grew large when she said the last bit...she'd actually seen Brian when he was a...a werewolf.

"You've seen him? Like actually seen the transformation?" I asked, intrigued. She nodded her head as her face took on a distant look and paled a bit. "What was it like?"

"Heh, it was the oddest thing I've ever seen, to be honest with you. I mean, I thought all that shit was made up...just stories. But no...it's real alright." I knew that she was entrusting her knowledge to me, and it meant a lot that she did. Now it was my turn to let her in on a secret of my own.

"You know, I already knew about Brian...I just needed to reenforce my knowledge." I stated simply, but I saw the confusion overtake her features.

"How did you know? Did he tell you himself?" She asked as she sat down on an empty stool, her eyes trained on me.

"No...he didn't tell me, well, not technically. He kind of told me in a dream." I blurted out, much to Debbie's growing confusion. I sighed and realized that I was going to have to explain further. "There's this...thing...that I've been able to do since I was a kid, kind of like a deep-seated intuition that I have. Sometimes, I'll dream things that will later come true or I'll have...some sort of..."

"Psychic vision?" She finished for me. I nodded as my hands fell to my side. She just sat there, taking everything in and nodding her head slowly. "So...when you knew about Vic, that was..."

"From a dream, yeah." I stated softly. "The same thing with my finding out about Brian. It's weird and sometimes I can't figure out what my dreams mean, but most of the time they're pretty clear. But this secret, Deb, I've never told anyone about this before..." Debbie just sat there and absorbed my information before standing and cupping my cheek gently.

"Don't worry Sunshine...your secret's safe with me." She said before smiling and leaving the store room.

_Brian's P.O.V_

As soon as I managed to get outside, I dug around in my pockets for my cigarettes and a lighter. By the time that I finally fished them out, my hands were shaking and I was near hyper-ventilating. When my eyes had fallen upon that painting, I had felt my stomach twist into knots and my heart start to beat rapidly. I didn't want to believe my eyes. The way Justin had painted...me...had been so dark and monstrous, it was so frightening that I knew he would never accept me. I knew that he could never love someone that was like me. I stood in the cold, letting the near bone-chilling wind cut through me as I thought. I ran my free hand through my hair as I took another deep drag from the cigarette. I had to calm down.

Justin would come looking for me soon, I knew that. So, I just stood leaned against my car and continued smoking. But the more I stood there, the more I thought. I thought about how Justin wouldn't accept me, my brain was feeding me that...but I also felt the feeling of hope. My heart had hope that he would love me and accept me for all that I was...and I was rooting for my heart. A few moments after I stubbed out the last bit of my cigarette, Justin emerged from the building and found me. I watched as he gave me a full watt smile while he ventured toward me. Every time he smiled at me, I unconsciously smiled back...it was just infectious. When I saw those ocean blue eyes, every doubt in my mind faded a bit. With just one look, he cleared my thoughts and replaced them with delightful love and the reassurance that I needed not to push him away again.

"Are you ready to leave? It's stuffy as hell in there, besides...Daphne's got everything under control." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his warm body against my over-warm one. I threw my arm over his shoulder and brought him even closer into a hug that I suddenly needed. My chin found the top of his head and rested there, his sensuous smell pouring from his petite frame and into my nostrils with every breath I took. I leaned back and met his blue eyes once more before our lips met in a chaste kiss.

"Yeah...that sounds great." I pulled away from him and we climbed into my car. We headed back to my loft in a relative silence. I needed to be inside him right now, needed to feel close to him in my weakened emotional and mental state. As we rode in our quiet closeness, Justin's hand intertwined with mine as it laid on my thigh. I looked over to him and saw his blue orbs connecting with mine in a silent love. I smiled at him before turning my attention back to the road. In no time, we were riding the elevator up to my loft while plundering each others' lips. His cool hands were grazing the flesh below my jacket and shirt as I ran my hands through his silky soft hair. The elevator came to a stop on the top floor and we stepped off only to continue our romp, right there in the hall. I reached into my pocket to find my keys before giving up.

"Fuck it." I breathed out before ripping my jacket and shirt off and throwing them on the floor. Justin pulled his jacket and shirt in unison with me, tossing them in with mine. His short breaths along with his lust-hooded eyes drove me wild with passion as I smothered his lips once again. His hands roamed over my body, cool hands gracing my over-heated flesh. I reached out and grasped the zipper and button on his jeans, tearing them open and stripping his pale flesh of the fabric. His leaking erection was outlined in the tight constriction of his briefs as I pulled my own pants off and threw them aside. Our lips crashed together in a symphonic reunion of moist tongues and short panting breaths. The growing hardness between my legs was aching to be inside of him as I felt his hand wriggle into my underwear. He freed my painfully hard, leaking cock as he was preparing to sink to his knees. I wasn't having that. As much as I enjoyed having my dick sucked, I didn't want that now...I wanted to fuck him.

I pulled him up from his soon-to-be position and yanked his briefs down, freeing them from his body and throwing them aside as well as my own. His breathing was erratic and it matched my own in my wild movements. I reached down into my discarded jeans and pulled out a condom along with a packet of lube. Preparing myself quickly, I tossed the remnants away and grabbed Justin...pulling him toward me firmly. The floor would be too cold to fuck on, so I improvised. In one fell swoop, I pulled Justin up and braced him against the wall...his legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I pushed my leaking member deep inside him as his hands scraped against my back. He was pinned between myself and the wall while I thrust in and out of his warmth.

"Oh god...fuck me...harder." He breathed out between gasping moans and gritting teeth. With my face buried in his neck, I rammed deeper and harder than I ever had...letting the animalistic side take over. Justin's cries of passion and the slapping of our bodies were all that could be heard in the night. In the heated passion, I bit down on his shoulder...leaving my mark on him as he let out a slight scream that was followed by a deep moan. I knew that neither of us would last long so I quickened my pace and thrusted deeper. I heard Justin's strangled moans while his hands were painfully entwined in my hair.

The next thing I knew, I was filling the condom with a white-hot fury while buried deep inside the warmth of his tight ass. Justin's orgasm was plastered between us, bonding us together as we leaned against the wall.

"That...was fucking...amazing." He panted out while I stared into the perfect blue eyes before me. My breathing was slowly steadying as I saw the love that shown through those orbs. I saw that every fiber that was Justin loved me. A smile crept across my face that mirrored itself on Justin's beautiful face. It was fucking amazing...to know that someone like this heavenly creature could love something...someone...like me.

-A Few Days Later-

_Justin's P.O.V_

My last meeting with Brian had been completely mind-blowing, but now I had work to do. For the past few days, I had dedicated my days to researching the mythology of werewolves and my nights to Brian. There were websites that I found completely surrounded the werewolf legends, but I had found out the key piece of information that I needed...they changed on the full moon. I found out that the next full moon was tomorrow night, so I had to plan...and plan fast. My curiosity about what would happen to Brian was peaked and I was itching to catch a glimpse of the transformation.

I hadn't seen Brian in two days because of his hectic work schedule but it was alright, it left me more time to form my plan to see him in his animalistic state. When I had stepped off of the elevator in his building that night and saw that metal door, I knew that that's where he changed. I just knew it was. The last time I left his loft, two days ago, it was late and I let myself out. I took the elevator down and came face to face with the door. The building was silent and I knew that Brian was going to bed, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. There was a keyed padlock hanging on the handle, which led me to believe that he would lock himself in. I walked over to the door, being mindful not to make any noise, and slid it open as gently as possible. I was greeted with a low screech that made me stop and wait. My breath was quick and my heartbeat was loud in my ears as I stepped into the room. The darkness in the room sent a cold chill up my spine, it was so reminiscent of my dream. My hand shot out on the wall in search of a switch. The room lit up with the hum of a fluorescent hanging light as my eyes grew large at the sight in front of me.

A single metal chair sat in the middle cinder-block walled room with metallic floors. I knew it for sure then, this was were everything happened. My eyes raked over the gashes in the walls and the shredded streaks on the floor, my mouth was agape at the sight. That's when I felt a devious smile stretch across my face, I couldn't tell you why...but the thought of Brian being a werewolf excited me. I felt my skin grow hotter thinking of him in a purely animalistic form...I wasn't turned on by the fact that he turned into a fucking animal... just pure thought, reasoning, and emotion...that's what intrigued me most. I stood in that room for a good ten minutes before I switched off the light and left.

As I'm sitting in my bedroom, turning over the padlock in my hand, I'm beginning to wonder if the plan that I've devised will work. I'm not completely sure, but tomorrow I'll find out.

-The Next Day-

_Brian's P.O.V_

Tonight was the night...It never ceased to amaze me that after eight years, I still dreaded the full moon. Not only the full moon, but the product of it. Every time I changed, it was like the first time...painful. I still haven't become accustomed to what happens to me, even after this long. No matter how many times I've transformed, it's never the same...there's always a different reaction to it. I remember about seven years ago, when I was still new to the process, I decided to smoke a joint, drink until I was smashed, and then drop acid before I changed. I honestly don't know what I was thinking at the time, but whatever it was...it was severely stupid. There are only bits and pieces of that night but the things that I remembered were crystal clear. I had completely totaled my previous car, my Jeep, and I don't even remember driving. When I woke up the next day, I was in the middle of nowhere...near the outskirts of Pennsylvania and my Jeep was wrapped around a tree. I was lying in the middle of the woods, naked. If I hadn't found my wallet in the pocket of my jeans, I would've never had the money to get home.

My memories were making it extremely hard to concentrate on the contract in front of me as I sat in my office at Kinnetik. I glanced at the clock and realized that I only had to be there for another hour, so I wrapped up my work and decided to leave early. Placing the contract on my desk, I grabbed my briefcase and made my way to the door. Cynthia was wrapping up some loose ends at the reception desk when I nodded to her and left the building. I decided to head home instead of stopping off at Woody's for a drink. I couldn't take the chance of not being home when I changed, I couldn't risk it. I climbed into my car and made my way home in silence.

My loft was dark and quiet as I waited for the alarm to signal that it was time for the sun to set. I tried not to think of Justin while I sat there. The bottle of Beam was dangling from one hand and a cigarette from the other, I was staring at nothing when my thoughts started to drift. I began to think about Justin and the fact that even though I had wanted to tell him my secret, it never came to fruition. My heart had yearned to just spill everything to him and get it over with, but my head was on the opposing side. It never failed...everything seemed to work out that way. I was jolted from my thoughts by the alarm piercing my ears. It was time once again.

_Justin's P.O.V_

My plan was falling into place as I left my house and drove straight to the corner of Fuller and Tremont. The rain was beginning to fall against my windshield as I diligently made my way off the Pittsburgh turnpike and into the heart of the Pitts. My hands were nearly shaking with anticipation and holding onto the steering wheel was becoming a challenge. I thought about what would happen when I arrived at Brian's door on the night of a full moon. What would be said...what would go unsaid? My mind was racing and I couldn't stop the smile from curling my lips upward. Fingers tapping the steering wheel and Mumford & Sons playing in the background as I drove down Liberty Avenue. I glanced out the window, seeing Emmett, Michael, and Ted meandering about...leaving Woody's as I drove past. I wondered if they knew. Michael was Brian's best friend (regrettably), but I didn't know if he had ever told Michael about what he was. Emmett could barely keep a secret and Ted had enough to deal with, so maybe none of them knew. I licked my lips with nervous anticipation as I rounded the corner of Fuller and Tremont, parking my car across the street and stepping out.

The building was dark and quiet. The sun would be setting in ten minutes so I had to figure out what I would say when his door slid open and I saw him. I walked up to the door and pulled my hand up to ring the buzzer when I noticed the door was ajar. Reaching out and taking the handle, I realized that the handle was stuck and it wouldn't allow it to close. Something inside told me that this was meant to happen, not intentionally by Brian, but it was fated to happen. I smiled brightly as I threw the door open and walked inside.

I looked toward the metal door on the bottom floor, it was open. A perfect opportunity, I smiled a deliciously devious smile as I stepped inside the dark room and closed the door behind myself. I knew that doing this was a wildcard and completely crazy, but it might be the only way that I would ever find out. So, I was sitting in a dark room...waiting for Brian to enter. If anyone saw me doing this, it would come across as complete and utter insanity...but it needed to happen.

_Brian's P.O.V_

I tossed my phone aside as I readied myself, preparing to go downstairs and change. My heart was racing, like it always did on a full moon, and my mind was swirling with thoughts of everything and anything. I ran my hands through my hair before I left my loft and headed downstairs. I would've taken the elevator, but I needed the walk. With each step I took, I thought of how much longer I could keep this from Justin. I wanted to tell him with every fiber of my being but I could never muster the words nonetheless form them. Sometimes it just seemed surreal, being a creature that isn't supposed to exist, but it was all too real to me. As it turned out, two flights of stairs did nothing to ease my thoughts as I stepped off the last stair. I wrung my hands together as I set eyes on the door that led the way to the room where everything happened. I sucked in a deep breath before walking over and opening the heavy metal threshold of a door.

I stepped inside and slid the door shut behind me. My head fell against the cool metal as my hands trailed across the wall and found the light switch. With a single flip, the room lit up. I took a deep breath through my nostrils and my eyes sprung open. That...scent. I leaned back from the door when the shot of panic jolted through my body like electric shocks. I turned my head to the right and saw piercing blue eyes staring back at me. My body tensed as a lump formed in my throat.

"Justin?" The only word that I could even muster was blurted from my lips as I saw his hand lunge forward.

I didn't know what happened...at least, not until I saw the padlock on the door handle. My eyes widened as I realized that he had locked us both in. My heart was beating so fast and so hard in my ears that I could only make out two words coming from his beautiful lips.

"I know..."