DANGEROUS
Cascada
Suggested by: The Wonderful Mistique
A/N: So this is the start of my first planned three parter here. It will be dark, mature, bloody, and overall difficult to handle. This is your warning. Stop now if it makes you uncomfortable!
Side note: I accept all prompts I'm given and I am working on them I promise! Sometimes my brain just wants to do what it wants to do. Please have patience…
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It was a normal night. Or at least it had been. It had been a normal night, approximately fifteen minutes ago. The air was cold and crisp. Jeremy shoved the thoughts away firmly, continuing to crash through the brush. Running, he thought, for his life. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Jeremy could still hear him in pursuit; if he turned he was reasonably sure that he would see the glowing gold of his eyes. So the answer was unequivocally that he was afraid of the big bad wolf, he was very afraid. As well he should be. More growls came from behind him and he ran impossibly faster.
Jeremy's whole body was struggling with the continued movement of it. His heart was pumped so full of adrenaline he was surprised it hadn't burst inside his chest yet. His legs and chest were aching. He never knew that his lungs could work so hard. He was mentally lecturing himself for not working out more before lecturing himself that working out was about the last fucking thing he should be thinking about right now. Inhaling another quick fragment of oxygen, he kept running.
He was exhausted. His feet were getting heavier and heavier, every stumble brought him perilously close to the ground. He finally fell, sloshing into thick mud. Jeremy managed to pull himself up, but by the time he stood, it was perfectly silent. He waited, body tensing, as Tyler circled him. It occurred to him then, belatedly, that Tyler was really much faster than him. He could have caught him easily. He, or more accurately, whatever was inside of him, wanted Jeremy tired. The thought had a shiver running through Jeremy. It wasn't just the freezing mud clinging to his skin. His heart gave an uneven palpitation in his chest. Surely, this was the wrong reaction to have.
He sort of couldn't help it though. He had his ring he reasoned, so he would not die. Now that he was actually thinking, running in the first place seemed unbelievably foolish. Now he was even further from any possible help. Not that just anyone in town would have been able to help him. Now it was just him and Tyler. Another shiver took hold of his body. He took a step and a warning growl rang out. He moved his foot back and continued waiting. He tried to think what little he knew about wolves. Werewolves were different sure but still…maybe it would be helpful.
Tyler finally appeared and for a few moments Jeremy's thinking halted totally. He looked utterly lethal. His eyes were flashing in the dark of the night and Jeremy was having trouble breathing again. Tyler approached slowly and Jeremy wondered desperately what was about to happen. He thought that he remembered something about the dynamics of wolf packs suddenly. Lower males, that would be him, exposed their stomachs to the alpha, which would be Tyler, when submitting. He thought that it was worth a try.
Taking the hem of his shirt in both hands slowly he peeled it up over his head and let it fall to the ground. Tyler watched his movements, eyes sliding up and down. He let out a small noise, somewhere between a whine and a growl. It was purely animalistic and Jeremy's stomach tightened in response. He slowly tilted his head back, exposing the column of his neck. That might not be the best thing to do but he was so far past thinking that it really didn't matter. Tyler stepped closer. Jeremy let his eyes close, holding his breath.