Wolf Moon

Abby Ebon

Warnings: Male/male sex – and for my peace of mind, they are over 18.

Partners In Hunt

Netto's quickly indrawn breath was proof to Enzan that the brunet was awake. They were curled together; Enzan's chin rested against the other boys shoulder. The feel of the soft skin beneath his own – the smell of the other teased his senses. His reaction to their closeness was evident to Netto, whose cleft rested against his groin.

"Enzan…you are…were…the white wolf?" Netto asked shakily, looking us at the elder teen. Enzan gave a tight nod of his head, holding Netto to him more tightly.

"I am. Do you regret…?" Enzan begun to ask though he could not bare to finish. Netto shook his head, a light blush on his cheeks.

"I don't." Netto promised softly, curling closer to the other Enzan breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You're so warm…" Netto murmured softly against his collar bone. His head was tucked between chin and chest, he felt every breath, the nearness of their bodies and souls – and cherished it.

Enzan felt a slick tongue lap at his nipple, and his breath caught in his throat. He knew the first change left your flesh and bone sore and your muscles aching. Surely, Netto did not want – he flushed the thought buried swiftly by the arousal that made him arch, Netto's hands gripping him unexpectedly, rubbing his groin touching him where no one else had dared to before.

"Netto…" Enzan groaned, as fingers played along the muscles that made up his most sensitive parts – he felt breath against his heated skin, and cried out when Netto's mouth – teeth, heat, and tongue – descended upon him. He struggled to keep still, thighs quivering with the effort as tongue swiped against the most sensitive tip.

He groaned as Netto boldly swallowed, pushing his mouth down – teeth pressing as tongue flicked along the base. Enzan gasped then, and had no words to warn Netto as pleasure burst from him like a water balloon that had reached its limit. Still deliciously sensitive, he felt Netto swipe his tongue against the head of his groin – lapping at his cum like a cat with the cream.

Enzan reached for Netto, tugging at his hair, wanting the brunet close – hesitantly Netto curled against him, his warmth pulsing over them. Enzan tilted his chin up and kissed Netto, his own taste had mixed with Netto's to create something that Enzan could not deny was alluring.

Enzan reached down, between them, where Netto's cock was still heavy and hard. Unexpectedly, he touched the other boy boldly – Netto groaned, clenched his teeth, and thrust against his hand. Enzan watched the other boys face in interest, how Netto's nostrils flared at the contact, and he clenched his teeth, grinding them – tossing his head away, back – and closer, in those rare moments Enzan kissed the other, making him squirm, arching and giving out a lovely cry as he came.

Enzan brought his cum covered hand to his mouth, and Netto could not turn away as he watched Enzan taste him, a flush coving his cheeks – and then Enzan kissed him, and Netto thought he understood why he had done it.

They lay together; as the sun warmed them, sometimes one of them would sleep and the other watch, sometimes touch each other wonderingly. Enzan felt, perhaps foolishly – perhaps rightly – that with Netto with him he would never be as alone as he had been before.

"Enzan…will this," Netto flushed as he gestured at their closeness, "change when we're rescued?" Enzan smiled slightly at the question, for it was like Netto.

"No, Netto, it won't change anything – I promise." Enzan swore with a breath and a kiss.

"Why…why did we do what we did last night?" Netto asked then, voice soft, as if he feared Enzan would deny him an answer he had a right to. Enzan sighed then, he had feared Netto would ask – would think that Enzan had done what he had out of instinct – which was partly true- rather then a need to have and be near Netto, which was the ultimate truth.

"It was the wolf moon – the red harvest moon, when werewolves chose a mate. I couldn't help but chose you, Netto, and I hope you will forgive me that. But I do…love you, the wolf would not have chosen you if we were not a match, I have been among werewolves during this time; we do not rape our own. It is something mutual, and though it rules our bodies and minds, it is our choice to give into it. I did…what I did, out of love." Enzan explained, tone whisper soft, but Netto heard it, and understood.

"So, when you warned me to stay away from the dog…?" Netto asked, a slight smile on his lips.

"I knew it – or rather, I could not resist you and wanted to explain what I was – what I wanted you to become – rather then have it forced on you like it has been. Like becoming what I was, was forced upon me." Enzan explained and it seemed to Netto that just for a moment his blue eyes flashed the grey color of the wolf's eyes.

"I just wish you had told me…" Enzan flinched slightly at the accusation in Netto's tone.

"How would that conversation begin, Netto? Hey, I know you've been my friend since we were teenagers, but – hey, can't know everything about me – I'm a werewolf." Enzan mocked snippily, Netto rolled his eyes.

"Well, no – but you could have told me when I asked about you missing school so often around the full moon, or being tired during it – one of the guys had a theory you might be a girl." Netto mocked playfully in turn, smiling when Enzan flinched.

"Who was that? I'm going to kill him…" Enzan snarled, teeth bared in the daylight looked just as fascinatingly wicked as in the night. Netto could see now that Enzan's canines were longer then a normal persons – and sharper, and wondered if his own teeth would echo Enzan's change.

"How long have you been a werewolf?" Netto asked then, seeking to distract the other male.

"Years, I was a child when it happened." Enzan admitted softly, sighing as Netto seemed to be able to calm him with a touch.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Netto asked then, his tone hesitant, though curious.

"No. Those that knew were loyal to me, and did not betray me, one of my employees might suspect." Enzan answered, arms around Netto as his fingers played along the others back and hair.

"What do you intend to do when we get back…if we get back." Netto asked then, somehow neither of them cared that it was noon and they had not done anything. Netto felt some fear for Enzan's answer, but when it came he found himself relieved.

"We'll survive by hunting for our food, as I had intended to do for us when I crashed. As for dealing with the real world – I truly don't give a damn; I won't let you slip out of my life simply because of the bias of the rest of them." Enzan told him, squeezing his partner in reassurance.

The evening sun had set some time ago. Netto crouched in the scrubs, he had shifted his form as the sun had set – Enzan had decided they were both in need of "hunting" skills. It was simply, as Netto thought of it, a more high-risk game of wrestling and hide-and-seek.

Enzan was seeking him, and Netto had made sure to step on foliage leaving no clear trail in the wet leaves, zigzagging around in the underbrush – the key was not hide your scent, but too leave too many fresh – or recent- trails to follow. Or at least Netto hoped that theory would work.

Netto kept his nose to the ground, nostrils quivering as he tried to scent for Enzan without giving himself away. His tail tip twitched in irritation, Enzan was taking far too long. Perhaps he had improved – perhaps it was a trick so to lure Netto out of hiding and ambush him.

His upper lip lifted; in annoyance he flashed especially sharp teeth. He was a hunter – at least deep within – and the hunter did not like to be hunted. It made Netto feel trapped – desperate – this too was part of their "game" – for Netto to learn to control that feeling. It may have appeared harmless, but to be a hunter among humans – controlling it was a key to survival.

Netto huffed in annoyance not scenting Enzan anywhere near – he'd have to move, moving meant risk, but better to risk moving then not moving and letting his scent gather. He might not be able to smell Enzan – but that did not necessarily mean Enzan could not smell him. His plan was to overwhelm Enzan with scent trails after all – just bad luck if Enzan picked the right one.

Then again, perhaps it wasn't bad luck, perhaps it was merely that Enzan had been a werewolf longer and was more familiar with what he could and could not do. That, too, was very possible. Flanks rose as he prepared to raise himself up and sprint for another bit of cover.

He barely got two leaps away from cover before a low growl caught him unaware, he froze – like some damned prey animal – and Enzan plowed into his side, knocking him onto his side.

I give up. Netto whined and curled on his back showing his belly, a "white flag" – even if his belly, like the rest of him, was black.

You did well. Enzan assured nuzzling his neck.

Thanks. Netto licked Enzan's chin, he didn't know why – exactly – except that it was instinct. Enzan moved away, looking around as if expecting someone to be watching, Netto took the time to roll onto his belly, his tail flicked once, gaining Enzan's attention.

Again? Netto asked, tilting his head questioningly.

No. A real hunt, do you hear/smell the rodents? Enzan's ear flicked, and only then did he yawn, showing teeth that seemed to be eager to sink themselves into flesh – Netto shivered, his own ears flicking. Yes. I hear/smell.

Enzan licked Netto's muzzle reassuringly. Good. I lead. The white wolf stood more proud – chest showing and head back, Netto seemed amused, but got up keeping his baring slightly less proud. He had no wish to challenge Enzan, and though Enzan knew that intellectually, instinct sometimes demanded otherwise.

The two moved slowly foreword like two shadows – noiseless, but all the same sinister. The rodents were small, and relied as much on hearing and smell as they did, but had poor sight. They stuck to the underbrush, so one of them would go in and spook the little creatures out and into the waiting jaws of the other. Plan formed from instinct, Netto willingly went into the bush, watching for the flicker of movements from Enzan who guided him by smell and sight.

Netto kept low, but alert, he saw the signs of rodents before seeing the little animals themselves – ugly vicious things that in no way resembled their domestic cousins. Still they were barely a mouthful – but it was enough to keep them from starving.

Enzan was sure he could wire the radio to send out a distress signal, and had started it as soon as the sun had set. There was no doubt now that they would be found – now all that remained was to stay alive to be rescued, and hopefully train Netto's abilities and instincts before the real world loomed over them.

Nonetheless, seeing the little rodents – Netto almost forgot what he was doing. He glanced to Enzan and saw the others sign for attack – a flash of teeth, before Netto rushed the nest and with shrill squeaks they ran – it was fun, and Netto could have giggled and ruined it all (whoever heard of a hacking werewolf on the hunt?) at the expression of terror the small critters had before fleeing into the open, strait into Enzan.

In awe Netto watched Enzan pounce on one, snapping its frail spine instantly – one rodent drew back from the shadow of the wolf, hissing, its vicious teeth showed boldly in open threat. Enzan snapped on the neck of the one near him, ignoring the other – started by the sound of one of its fellows dying it squeaked, with a swipe of a paw he threw the threatening rodent overbalanced, it tried to run, but found itself in the maw of the wolf, with a crunch of bones, it lay limp – Enzan with little regard, threw back his head and swallowed it. All of it had happened so quickly, Netto was dazed; he crawled out of the brushes over awed and trembling in the after effects of the adrenaline rush.

Calm. All is well, eat. Enzan went to him, nuzzling him so that Netto snapped playfully, and Enzan jerked, surprised, though too amused and pleased with him self to retaliate. He had far too much of an ego, but Netto found he didn't mind. Netto ate one of the rodents – trying not to think about what was going down his throat. He nudged the last one with a whine – eyes rolled up to Enzan. Want?

No. Enzan huffed, glancing warily about.

Without a second thought, Netto ate the third, attempting to mimic Enzan's bite-and-swallow method. Netto almost choked, but managed, though from the amused flick of a tail, Enzan had noticed, though he did not say anything.

What is the matter? Netto whined, coming closer to the big white male wolf, and laying his head on the others back in hopes of soothing him. Enzan had been edgy since flicking the switch to call for help.

Just wondering…when they will come. Enzan answered looking to the night sky above them. Netto had no words, so nuzzled him, assured in their partnership.

Note, last chapter is coming up, if there are any cute wolf scenes you would like to see, speak now, eh?