Wolf Moon

Abby Ebon

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

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Howl In The Dark

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Moonlight glittered on the ocean surface, waves lapping at the shore of the beach. A white wolf played in the shallow surf, fishing, Enzan had claimed – though to the keen eyes of the black wolf who watched sitting in the shrubs, it looked more like playing then hunting for food.

Enzan let out a sudden sharp yip of surprised pain – his long muzzle, which had been dipped in the sea foam leapt from the water, the hard lines of the crab's shell, its claw clinging to Enzan's upper lip, broke the surface and glittered, like an accusation, in the night air.

Netto wagged his tail, amused, as whining and whimpering, Enzan came out of the water seeking the pity of his mate.

This one got you good. Netto's body language said, Enzan tilted his ear forward, though his head lowered so Netto could fix his jaws around the crab and give it something else to worry.

This one? There has never been another – Ow! Enzan whimpered as the crab let go, pain that had been dulled returning afresh. Netto bit down, and the crab died a sudden death, and then was laid on the sandy beach. In the blink of an eye – so quick that if a person had seen the two wolves change into naked boys, they would have dismissed the wolves as a product of their imagination. Though they would have wondered why there would be two naked boys on a beach, and promptly rushed off with a flushed face as an answer dawned on him or her.

"Well, at least you managed to catch breakfast." Netto commented, comfortable in his nudity. Enzan merely glared, his cheek and upper lip red and swollen; Netto quirked a smile, though it did not improve Enzan's mood.

Netto knew Enzan was not about to speak with his mouth so swollen, so he led the way to the camp, squatting down to build a fire, the crab cooking he settled beside Enzan leaning in his embrace. They ate, and slept – and in the morning they were awoken by a search party who had landed – having spotted their down plane.

They were given food, clothing, and water - their Pets collected, and even as they were flown home, charged. In one morning, their calm lives on the island had been thrown to the wind in a storm.

Everyone what'd to know their story – someone even suggested publishing what had happened on the island. In time, the white noise of the affair faded into the media background, only brought forward when one of them made the news – which they tried not to do often. Mostly, they succeeded, and life went back to "normal" – net battles, and school.

Netto managed to graduate with his class, and summer was only a week away – he feared his future. Until he came home to Enzan sitting on his couch, tea served by his mother sitting on the tabletop coater, his father his ear talking the older boys ear off by– and looking professional, tidy, as if the island had never happened – as if he wasn't a werewolf – as if Netto wasn't his pack.

Netto wondered how he did it – then he wondered what he wanted, for the most part things had fallen into how it used to be between them. Except on the full moon, when they howled and found one another, and it was as if nothing had changed.

But it had, and Netto hated it.

"Enzan, what are you doing here?" Netto asked, unable to help himself in being slightly rude.

"I would think that obvious." Enzan stated, cold, though Netto thought he might have pushed the other boy to it.

"Well, it's not." Netto stated, glancing to his father who had paled on his behalf, and his mother, who was flushed in the face of his manners. Neither said anything.

"Indeed. I am here to offer you a temporary summer job – if it suits you and I, it may turn into an extensive arrangement. Would you be interested?" Enzan could not hide the hope in his tone, and smirked slightly when Netto blinked at him in astonishment.

"I- I…yes." Netto answered finally, flushing at Enzan's open amusement.

"Excellent, I'll hire you a summer tutor, while you study you can also watch what we do, and learn. Until you can stand on your own two feet, I will sponsor you. Is that acceptable, I would be willing to but it to ink and paper." Enzan said, for his parents benefit, before the night closed in on them a contract had been drawn up and signed, both having the same copy.

The next day, Netto began working for him, and by the end of the summer it was apparent that Netto and Rockman would be spending more time with Enzan and Blues then at home.

This was fine with Netto's parents but his best friend, Dekao turned suspicious, and started to read the newspaper and listen to his fathers "wild" stories.

"You notice, Dekao, you smart boy, that Enzan is never seen under the full moon. I fear for your friend Netto. His soul might be in danger. He may be damned." Dekao's father told him one day.

"Really, what sort of monster would he be?" Dekao asked intently, his father shifted his great girth in the chair, smiling at his son. He knew one of them would at least carry on the family tradition of killing the monsters of the night.

"A werewolf, of that I'm sure my boy." His father said, nodding at his own conclusion.

"I haven't seen Netto recently…" Dekao trailed off, looking aside.

"You should go to his parents – ask them when they've last seen him, Monday was the full moon, ask if they saw him then – or even at night. If a werewolf is in a pack they usually change whenever they like – especially at night." His father warned him, and Dekao nodded resolved to go to Netto's parents and ask them about their son's whereabouts.

"Oh, why hello Dekao, how are you today – would you like some tea?" Netto's mother asked upon answering the door to see him, he shook his head a strangely concentrated look upon his features.

"No, I really just came to ask if you'd seen Netto Monday night – or if he's come home to sleep recently. I'd like to talk to him, and he always at work in the day." Dekao explained, inwardly sweating as he hoped she would not see his deception.

"Oh, no, he's usually at work with Enzan. Though sometimes he's here weekdays, seems he's never alone." She answered helpfully, and Dekao nodded solemnly.

"Sorry to bother you then, I'll come around this weekend to see him; I think it's important we remain friends." Dekao fibbed, though Netto's mother merely nodded watching him turn and walk down the path.

She shut the door, and then frowned, reaching for the phone.

She knew Dekao was Netto's friend, but she had never liked the boy, and had not liked his questions. He could cause trouble. She dialed Enzan's personal number – he had given it to both Netto's parents, knowing that if they wanted to talk to Netto the fastest way would be through Enzan.

"Hello, Enzan – its Netto's mother. I just had a visit from an old school friend of Netto's by the name of Dekao; I think he is going to try to meet with Netto. I don't think he has the friendliest intentions." Stated Netto's mother, she listened to Enzan reassure her and allowed a smile. Then hung up, glad her son had found such a worthy friend in Enzan.

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"Enzan, what's wrong?" Netto asked then having seen the others expressions shift while speaking on the phone. Enzan had hung up, but his eyes were still shadowed with worry.

"That was your mother; she said a friend of yours was asking where you've been at nights." There were other reasons to worry about it – that and the person could cause trouble by leaking rumors of a more-then-friends relationship between them, or could suspect something of their secret.

"Which friend was it?" Netto asked then, sure that if he spoke to them, they might drop it.

"Dekao." Enzan answered, eyes meeting Netto's solemnly.

"I'll talk to him, this won't be something to worry about Enzan, you'll see." Netto reassured soothingly, Enzan looked aside, for he could not help but think that it would not be that simple.

Netto was good on his word, for he went to see Dekao that very day.

"Netto, my friend, it is good to see you!" Dekao exclaimed as he guided Netto to the living room. Netto sat, shifting, for the seat seemed to swallow him.

"My mother said you were looking for me. Was there something you wanted to talk about?" Netto asked encouragingly, Dekao frowned at him, glancing around inside his own house suspiciously. It was as if he expected to be spied upon.

"Yes, my friend, I believe you to be in grave danger." Dekao stated in a hushed tone, Netto only quirked an eyebrow encouragingly.

"It is Enzan – I…I don't think he is human," Netto had tensed though Dekao didn't notice as he continued on, "he never comes out on full moon nights – he is rarely seen at night at all!" Dekao exclaimed, and Netto thought quickly, biting his bottom lip.

"Well, maybe he works late – or sleeps like a normal person…" Netto said softly, trying to keep calm, though Dekao narrowed his eyes seriously.

"You don't believe me? Well, I can prove it – when he was young he was bitten by a "rabid dog", since then he has never been seen on the nights of the full moon." Dekao proclaimed, Netto widened his eyes – Enzan had told him of the werewolf attack, though had assured him the information had been buried. For Dekao have found it must have meant he had searched for it illegally.

"So? People get attacked by dogs every year – it doesn't turn them into werewolves." Netto tried to reason with his friend.

"Don't you see though – the dog was never found, but a man had entered their home and been shot dead." Dekao explained fevered.

"He had a right to protect himself. Dekao, I'm sure that if you just met him and got to know him, you'd change your mind." Netto encouraged, wondering if he could get Enzan to do just that.

"No way, he'd have me killed – or send me to the insane asylum!" Dekao cried out in protest, looking suspiciously at Netto.

"Your one too, aren't you? You're a werewolf – that's why you don't believe me and what to prove me wrong!" Dekao exclaimed harshly, sneering at Netto, who was shaking his head franticly.

"N-no, no Dekao, you've got it all wrong!" Netto protested – but it was too late to calm Dekao, who, enraged, lunged forward. Netto was a werewolf, not even a year old – his instincts had been on edge since entering Dekao's home; now they screamed for Netto to defend himself from this danger.

Dekao's last sight was of his friend turning into a snarling wolf, scared of being injured – its teeth closed around his throat, and death took him swiftly. Dekao's shout alerted his father who rushed into the living room with a bat, knowing Netto – who he firmly believed to be a werewolf – had been invited into his house.

He saw his bloody son and let out a cry of rage, swinging the bat down to hit Netto on the skull. Frightened and enraged, Netto leapt away in time then went for the father's throat. By the time it was over, blood spattered carpet, table, couch – and Netto's dark fur. Realization set in, and the wolf turned into a boy, who shook, his clothing shredded by the change. Shakily he reached for the phone, calling Enzan, and explaining what had happened.

Enzan laid down a plan – Netto would leave in a huff, then come back as the wolf – wait a while, and exit as the wolf – if bloody. Then a neighbor would call. The police would arrive to see the slaughter of a boy and his father by a rabid –missing – wolf or dog. It happened just as Enzan said it would, and that evening the news arrived, the headlines read "Rabid Wolf Slays Father and Son" – the mother and younger son had been away.

Netto curled around Enzan, black and white fur on the covers of Enzan's bed. Enzan soothingly licked Netto's ear, knowing they would be alright