AN: Two things- first, if you haven't seen it, I have started my story Delinquent that is based off a couple of my drabbles. So go check that out if you haven't.
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Title: Love's Perfect Ache
Genre: Romance?
Rating: M/M (slash) ;)
Pairing: Embry/Paul
Words: 500 even
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: song

AN: I'm back! Had a dry spell for a few weeks, but after reading through some absolutely atrocious wolf slash fics, I needed to add my own. Seriously though, there is a serious shortage of wolfy slash. Might have to rectify that in the future… ;)
Oh, and this an AU of my Paul in Delinquent, so he's a little fucked up. Embry has issues of his own, too.

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Love's Perfect Ache

He slipped out the back door once the pack meeting was over, his absence unnoticed by his more boisterous brothers. There was only wolf who never failed to see him.

The storm had tapered off to a light drizzle, the cool moisture soothing to his overheated skin as he jogged through the trees. He let the stress and worries melt away with the cleaning rain, mentally resetting himself to be prepared for his volatile lover.

The house was dark, but the heartbeat he knew better than his own was thumping sluggishly on the other side of the door. Taking one last deep breath of the fresh air, he turned the knob and stepped carefully over the threshold.

"Didn't your momma teach you to knock?" The words were growled into the darkness, but the shiver Embry felt had nothing to do with fear.

With silent steps, he crossed the familiar room and stopped in front of his lover—his mate—waiting patiently for his reaction. Paul allowed Embry to stand higher than him for less than a minute, before pulling him down on his lap with another low growl.

The older wolf looked slightly sheepish when the smaller boy reached out to pry the nearly-empty bottle of moonshine from his lightly trembling fingers. Embry tipped the bottle back for the last few swallows, then tossed it gently aside.

Without his crutch in hand, Paul turned the force of his attention to the boy on his lap. Embry leaned forward with a knowing smile, moving his lips toward Paul's before ducking at the last minute to gently nip the older boy's sculpted jaw.

With a harsh snarl, Paul stood abruptly, lifting Embry with him, and kicked the table out of the way. He laid Embry down on the plush rug he'd bought for this reason, and covered the smaller boy's body with his own.

Embry threw his head back, exposing his neck and giving the complete submission that he knew his mate so desperately needed. Paul's teeth found purchase in the strained tendon of Embry's neck, as his nose filled with the scent he knew was his.

Thrusting his fingers into Embry's silky hair, Paul took possession of his mouth with a fierce clash of teeth and lips. Completely at his mercy, Embry writhed against the firm body holding him down as strong hands roamed his body, ripping his clothes and bruising his flesh. He was the absolute center of Paul's world, and he was in heaven.

With a loud gasp, Paul suddenly pulled away and sat back on his heels, covering his face in shame. He'd done it again. He'd let his inner demons get away from him, and he'd taken out his rage on his mate.

"Hey, don't do that." Embry's quiet voice was a soothing balm, and the gentle kisses he rained all over Paul's face and hands were healing in their own way. "I love you. I accept you—all of you. Don't you ever tame your demons."