Please comment if you read this! This is my first candy fic and I need the love. ;D

Cody Rhodes discovered he was a werewolf when he was 16 years old. Now he was 26 and since then his life was divided between working in the family business and patrolling the Forks Forest. The wolf gene had been passed to Cody by his father, with whom he did not have a good relationship. His mother was plainly human. His brother Dustin also had the gene, but he left the tribe a long time ago to work in the big city.

For transformation to take place it was enough for Cody feel a stronger emotion, in that case a fight in school triggered it all. Cody spent a whole night suffering with a 40 degree fever and the next morning everything had gone like magic. He felt good as new. When he left home the same day he was approached by Wade and his already formed wolfpack. Cody learned through him about his 'true nature'; he wanted to laugh at them at first! Werewolves and vampires are creatures from fairy tales, not real life. Wade sneered at his comment and then everyone shape-shifted right in front of him. Cody's eyes nearly popped out of its sockets to see the large, imposing animals in front of him, animals who seconds ago were men just like him!

It was maddening at first and Cody wanted to run away from that place full of nuts.

It took a while for Cody to accept his new life, and when he finally accepted he was able to transform in a black furred wolf with a white tail. Little by little he learned about his new tasks and responsibilities.

Cody also learned about the enemies he had now: vampires and lycanthropes.

Even without knowing any of them personally or have any conflict, he would have to kill the one who invaded their part of the forest. There was a part of Cody that thought all of this was wrong, because killing should be the last option, right? What happened to talk first and resolve things peacefully? But it was not how it worked; there was no arguing about this: it was killing or be killed.

Cody ended up joining Wade's pack—the alpha leader of the tribe. Every day they split into groups of three and patrolled different areas of the forest always alert for any invaders. After finishing the patrol, the wolves could do whatever they wanted, being in wolf form or human. Some liked to hunt small animals to satisfy the hunger of the wolf inside, but Cody didn't' participate in many of these hunts. Of course he loves a good piece of meat as well as any werewolf, but that was kind of primitive and disgusting, so he preferred to just run through the trees as fast as he could because it gave him an illusory sense of freedom he enjoyed. He did it whenever he could and would rather do it by himself since he never seemed to have privacy when they were all together. Not even in his own head could he be truly alone, so that was the only way Cody found solitude for awhile.

~8~

Randy Orton was a 31 years old mechanic and also a Lycanthrope since always. His origin was revealed to him as a child by his father.

Since he was little, Randy was taught and indoctrinated to respect his origins, and he lived for his work and his duties. When his shift in the workshop ended Randy always spent several hours watching their share of the territory of the Forks Forest having to kill a vampire or another who dared to appear there. He loved it when that happened! The day a vampire died through his claws was a night that Randy slept well.

There were some occasions he had to kill a first generation Lycan too.

The first generation Lycans were crude and irrational beasts who lived only to eat and kill humans without any awareness of what they were doing. They did not care about codes and rules and lived to kill what appeared in front of them and to eat human flesh. Randy hated those stupid, irrational beasts. It was good that they were almost extinct now because no one would miss them!

But that wasn't how it always happened. The first time that Randy found himself face to face with a first generation Lycan, he was still young and inexperienced and the fight ended with Randy having a serious wound on his shoulder that nagged him until today. Not even his healing factor was able to heal this wound completely, and now Randy would have to live with it for eternity.

In addition to the beasts, there were other enemies: the Quileute werewolves. Randy had an opinion about them: they were pathetic creatures because they behave more like domestic dogs than the wild beasts they were. They acted like damn puppies compared to them and seemed anything but beasts who killed to protect the land, like them.

But even so Randy never killed a Quileute before and neither had he wanted to. If the puppies stayed out of his way, he would stay out of theirs. He'd be happy for it to stay that way for eternity. But if, one day a puppy appeared in front of him, he would have no choice but to attack.

~8~

Another common day for the pack and Cody stayed with Mike and Evan for patrol. After ascertaining the location assigned for them, Evan decided he wanted to go deeper into the forest because he wanted to see a Lycan up close. Cody and Mike were against the stupid idea, but they couldn't prevent the curious Evan to go out running ahead of them.

'Evan don't do this!Come backnow' Yelled Cody through the mind link. Evan ignored him just like he ignored Mike when he screamed on his head. None of them managed to penetrate that thick skull to put reason there.

'Wadewillkill usif he knowswe're soclose! Stoprunningnow!'

While the requests were ignored, the three werewolves approached closer to the border between the two tribes.

Randy and John were nearly finishing their shift of border-lookout, and like nothing ever happened, John took a crate of beer and drank them one after another while they talked about trivial things. They were so confident in themselves, so confident that no werewolf or vampire would dare to approach the border that neither shifted. They remained in human form goofing off while sitting splayed in beach chairs that John always brought with him.

John was finishing telling him a bad joke when suddenly a new and different smell invaded his nostrils and Randy paused to pay attention to his sense of smell and hearing.

Something was happening.

"Hey man did you hear what I said?"

"Quiet. You're not sensing it?"

"What, Orton? You're getting paranoid with age?"

John laughed at his own joke and continued drinking and laughing, but Randy didn't want to be surprised. He took a deep breath and shape-shifted.

"Wow! What's the problem, man?" John paused, finally noticing the change in the air, "I know that smell", and thus he shifted too.

Randy climbed a tree while John hid behind the bushes, both ready to face the oncoming threat.

~8~

When they were about one meter away from the border, a huge beast jumped from a tree and landed a few feet ahead of them. The beast snarled and drooled profusely showing huge fangs and sharp claws. The creature was ready to kill, and there was no doubt that it was a Lycan.

'Oh my God ...'

'Stay calm. He can't attack us because we didn't go their side.' Cody said, and this time Evan listened to him. He went to stay behind Cody, now totally scared and feeling guilt for his stupidity.

'He doesn't seem to mind that, Cody. Look at this freak …' Mike transmitted.

'Let's stay calm… '

'As much as I want tokill one of them, I think now wouldn't bethe right time. I think we shouldrun.'

'If we run he's coming after,'

'And dare invade our territory? It's certain death and end of the truce.'

'He's already invading our territory, Mike.'

Mike looked up and saw the border a few yards away, realizing for the first time that Cody was right.

While they argued the beast roared loudly and slowly started to approach. For the trio's despair another Lycan came from behind the bushes, this one even angrier than the first. He started advancing on them as well.

'Run! "

'Ithought that-'

'Forget whatIsaidandrun!

Cody, Mike and Evan started to run as fast as they could but suddenly something clicked in Cody's head and he stopped, positioning himself ready to face the beasts not far behind.

8

'Look at them! They look like stuffed animals!'

'I wantapieceof that sweet pet behindthekid.'

'I thoughtthe point was tokill them, John. Trust youto thinkwith your dick in a time like this.'

'Look who's talking!I know youliked theblack puppy, man! I can feel it so don't even bother to deny it!'

Actually Randy did like him but that didn't matter now. The purpose was another, was to solve this problem as quickly as possible and go home to rest because he was fucking tired. On his side John drooled and growled, ready to pounce. Randy wasn't as enthusiastic, but he'd do what he had to do. He just hoped that John didn't do anything stupid.

While Randy and John talked mentally, the smaller werewolves suddenly started to run and only one stayed to face them. John ran after the sweet pet but one remained and was facing Randy in attack pose. Randy cocked his head to the side, looking at him with cold, calculating eyes. The black puppy snarled and Randy had to jump back to avoid a swift kick from him. The black werewolf went to the grayish Lycan again and managed to grab a huge paw, biting on the flesh with all his might. The Lycan grunted with pain and gave a sudden kick in the wolf's belly making him drop his wounded paw.

Randy growled showing his fangs and sharp claws and advanced towards Cody. They started a violent fight; scratching and biting wherever they could reach.

Randy was surprised by the werewolf's strength and agility; he was even managing to actually hurt him, so Randy decided to put an end to this. When Randy saw his chance he used his massive paw and dug its large claws in the wolf's ribs, clawing skin deep.

Cody howled with the sudden pain and fell to the ground like a bag of cement. The pain was so great that Cody lost focus and returned to human form, lying now weak and naked on the ground. He put a hand on the wound and it came red with blood. He knew it was serious and that it would take time to heal, and so he feared this would be his end because the beast was approaching slowly, ready to grant the fatal blow.

Cody shuddered when he felt the creature's hot breath on his bare skin. The Lycan began to sniff his legs and climbed over his body, panting and puffing now and then. When he reached the injured ribs the beast surprised Cody when he licked his open wound. The act made Cody clench his teeth with the burning sensation the beast's saliva caused.

Certainly he tasted him to check if the meat was enough good to eat. Filthy beast! Cody thought.

The beast continued to move up his body and when Cody felt his hot breath on his face he risked opening his eyes and startled when he saw blue eyes staring back at him. Cody stared back, daring the beast to kill him. He was scared shitless but would do everything to hide that.

"What are you waiting for? Do it." Cody spat in an impulse, and the Lycan bared his teeth as if laughing at his face.

Cody closed his eyes and waited for the fatal blow, but was surprised when he felt a change in the Lycan's body. When he reopened his eyes he saw that he was now in human form.

"Do what, boy?"

The Lycan was a big, tall, strong man, with blue eyes, arms full of tattoos and slightly older than him, Cody realized. He was also incredibly attractive. He was on top of him supporting himself with a fist planted on the ground next to Cody's head and the other hand was near his open wound.

"Don't wanna talk to me, boy? I know you have a tongue because I didn't eat it yet."

Cody blinked, feeling something strange in his chest and having trouble to concentrate on words. "Uh, what do you want from me?"

Randy raised an eyebrow at his confusion. "Me? Still don't know, but how about starting by telling me what the hell were you doing here? You should know that a few meters from here you'd be entering enemy territory. So tell me, puppy: you didn't know it or you were just plain stupid? "

"Of course we know of the division, we just -"

"Were stupid. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?"

Randy screamed at his face and saw when Cody flinched and retreated a little.

"It wasn't my idea! I was trying to stop Evan when you showed up."

"At the rate you guys were running you'll step right into Lycan territory, boy."

Cody began to shake with the accusations and also because he was in a lot of pain. "If there's anyone here who invaded territories, that's you."

Randy paused to look at the pained, sweaty face; he was no longer willing to kill him and that surprised Randy. He also felt something he could not define. The boy there, vulnerable and wounded beneath him... His chest began to warm up with something he could not define; Randy wanted to protect him. He felt a strong protective instinct toward him which left him confused. "You have a name?"

"Wh-what?" Cody stammered with the sudden question.

"Your name. I'm Randy."

"Oh. C-Cody."

Randy heard the name and Cody saw his lips moving silently repeating it as if to memorize it. Cody felt compelled by the man on top of him despite the sharp pain. He felt something he was afraid to name, because it was impossibleto be true...

The older man noticed his inner battle and also began to look at Cody differently. Randy stared at him as if mapping out his face. He looked from his eyes down his nose, and remained staring longer at full, pouty red lips.

Cody's heartbeat quickened and he began to pant with the avid attention, making his chest rise and fall quickly. He wanted to ask him to stop but could not find his voice.

Suddenly Randy approached and started to sniff Cody's neck, filling his lungs with the wolf's essence. Cody trembled with the intimate and unexpected gesture.

"I like your smell. And it's strange because you're a puppy and most of you smell like wet dogs."

Most of us? Had Randy been this close to another of his kind before?

Cody stirred with the thought and moved to the wrong side making the skin on his open wound stretch causing him a lot of pain. Randy saw this and felt responsible and a little guilty for being the cause of the boy's suffering.

"Breathe ..."

"Why do you care? You did this!"

"I know," Randy said regretfully, and then he surprised Cody when he began to lick his neck as a sign of apology and truce. Some mannerisms and gestures were common to all werewolves regardless of tribes, and this was one.

Cody shivered with Randy's licks and gasped when he went up to lick his cheek, passing his hot tongue between Cody's parted lips. Cody moaned and his eyes glazed over, losing the little control he still had and stuck the tip of his tongue out to find Randy's in the next pass. The older man was surprised by his boldness and began to lick his exposed tongue several times before he felt his cock harden. That was when Randy had to move away.

Shaking his head to clear it, Randy stood up leaning on his outstretched arms to look at Cody vulnerable and unfocused beneath him. Something was happening between them, something big. Something that will have an important meaning in Randy's life. And to discover what it was Cody had to be fine and not bleeding like he was.

"You must go now. Your injuries…"

"What ..." Cody returned from the zen state he was in with Randy's words.

"Go Cody. Your friends must be worried about you. "

Hisfriends! "My God, Mike and Evan—"

"They should be fine, they're young. John is not as fast as he used to be. They managed to escape,"

"H-how do you -" Cody asked, and Randy responded by pointing to his head.

Of course. The mental link between the clans. Lycans also had them.

Cody slowly managed to sit despite the pain causing him to get closer to Randy's face. They stared unblinking at each other for awhile, none revealing anything of their inner turmoil until Randy smiled from the corner of his mouth and shape-shifted. Cody's eyes widened when he saw himself face to face with the beast again, but his astonishment soon passed. He couldn't help noticing that Randy's eyes remained the same color in both forms, with a tinge of sky blue.

Randy huffed hot breath on his face that made Cody blink several times and then he jumped up high into a tree leaving Cody sitting there watching him go. Cody wanted him to stay and remembered the licks they shared, feeling his lips still tingling from that hot tongue. Randy's apology turned into something almost erotic, and Cody blushed when he realized that he practically submitted to a stranger—to a damn beast.

His wound caused him another acute pang of pain and Cody stopped his musings. He needed to leave immediately. He'd have lots of time to think about what had happened between him and Randy while he was recovering.

TBC