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Updated: 11/9/2012

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Merton sat in The Lair, behind his computer, furiously typing away; he switched between that and flipping between multiple books that were strewn around him. They all said the same thing; that the wolf's eyes changed color when he found his mate, and the mate is usually the one who notice's first.

"Which means that Tommy doesn't know," Merton whispered to himself, going to plop face-down on his bed in misery.

"Tommy doesn't know what?" Tommy asked as he let himself into The Lair, instantly picking up on the Goth's mood. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned already.

"Nothing," Merton said, not wanting to let the Wolf know what he had found out; it was obvious he didn't know himself.

"You're lying to me." Merton didn't say anything now, he just sat himself down behind his computer again. "Merton."

"What?" he said, understanding what was happening now. He felt it, and he was sure that Tommy did too, but unlike the Goth, the athlete didn't understand the rising emotions that were growing between them.

"Are you mad at me?" Merton now raised his eyes to meet Tommy's, and that only screwed up his feelings even more.

"No Tommy, I'm not," he sighed, to which Tommy now smiled.

"Well, if you not mad at me, then what's up?"

"Tommy, sit down. There's something that I need to tell you," Merton said, standing up now and indicating his bed. "Sit." Tommy looked at him, now perplexed, but did as the Goth said, who now sat next to him.

Tommy felt the Wolf perk up as a deliciously tempting smell hit his nose though. This smell was like nothing he ever smelt before; almost like a wonderful spice, mixed with musty paper and a hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating to both him and the Wolf, who was now practically begging to get out.

"Merton, do you smell that?" Tommy asked dazedly, taking deeper and deeper breaths, letting the smell practically consume him. Merton looked at Tommy for a second before taking a deep breath himself, only to smell something that sent his own hormones into over-drive.

Merton smelt a fresh forest, with a hint of rain and earth to it, and an undertone of laundry detergent and fresh sunshine. Merton looked at Tommy, sure that the smell had come from him. Tommy himself had his eyes closed as he continued to breathe in and out deeply, letting whatever he smelled engulf him.

"Tommy?" Merton asked quietly, making him open his eyes, only for them to be a bright, warm, clear amber color.

"That smell… Is it you?" he asked, voice already turning to its deep growl. Tommy didn't even wait for an answer; instead, he pulled Merton close to him and buried his nose into the crook of the Goth's shoulder, breathing deeply, inhaling the delicious scent. "It is you." Merton sat there, slightly shocked as the young fit athlete continued to breath him in. "I've never noticed how amazing you've smelled," Tommy growled again, the Wolf now aching to get out. Tommy didn't really understand why, but he knew it must be important.

"Tommy, that's what I've got to talk to you about," he said, pushing Tommy away slowly, whose eyes still glowed and who growled as Merton went to remove his hands from the broad shoulders. "Your eyes have changed colors."

"They always change when I wolf out."

"No… Not like that. They've changed. See, a werewolf's eyes change when they find their mate… And typically the mate is the one to notice. Also, the wolf will notice an irresistible scent coming from their mate, and vice versa. Following me so far?" Tommy was silent until a low growl escaped him and he fully wolfed-out, pouncing on Merton.

"Mate," is all he said, giving over to his wolf instincts now. "You."

"Yes… Me." The Wolf smiled and leaned down, brushing his nose along Merton's neck and collar bone, breathing him in.

"Tommy's confused," he said in his deep gravelly voice. Merton took a deep breath and spoke quietly.

"Will you let me explain to him?" The wolf looked at him before sitting up, letting the Goth sit up too. Within a blink of the eye, Merton now faced a human Tommy, who looked around confusedly.

"What just happened?"

"I just had a chat with your Wolf."

"I just wolfed out?"

"Yes."

"Why don't I remember it?"

"…" Merton was silent as Tommy stared at him expectantly.

"Merton. Why don't I remember?"

"Because your wolf basically just claimed me as its mate," he whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose, getting ready for the athlete's outburst.

"WHAT?" he said, jumping up from the Goth's bed, feeling his Wolf protest at the movement. "Merton, I'm not-"

"I know," Merton interrupted, making Tommy look at him seriously. "I know Tommy. You're not. But the Wolf…"

"No. Merton-"

"Tommy," Merton said, now standing up as well and facing the taller of the two. "Think about it."

Who better than him hmm? Someone who KNOWS about me and understands us…You can be yourself around him and everything, the wolf growled in Tommy's mind, yet he didn't want to believe it.

But he knew, deep down, that it was true.

Merton was the Wolf's mate.

"If… If the Wolf has found its mate… what's that mean for me?" Tommy asked out loud. Merton didn't answer, but the Wolf did.

It means that you have two choices. Him, or be alone forever. Either way, I'm getting my mate. If you ever tried to be with anyone else, you could never be happy.

"The Wolf answered you didn't it?" Merton asked, making Tommy look at him.

"I would ask how you already know that, but I guess that's part of the mate thing isn't it?" Tommy said, defeat clear in his voice.

"I figured it wasn't going to give me up without a fight. I'm sorry about this Tommy. If you leave and never wanna see me again, I understand." The wolf raged inside of Tommy now, furious that his mate thought he didn't want him. Tommy himself was hurt by the thought of not being around Merton anymore.

"Mert… I could never stop hanging out with you. You're my … best friend."

MATE! The Wolf raged, angered at Tommy for not doing anything about it.

"Besides, being away from you would kill us both I think." Merton didn't say anything, but he knew Tommy meant him and the Wolf. "…What's this mean for us now?"

Let me speak to my mate! The Wolf still raged in Tommy; he could feel Merton's uncertainty. NOW! Tommy wolfed-out, feeling completely out of control. Merton looked the Wolf in the eyes quickly before lowering them to stare at the ground.

"Mate," the Wolf said, bringing a furry, clawed paw up to cup his pale face and tilting it up to look at him. "How could you think I could never want you?"

"I know you want me," Merton started, making the Wolf's eyes light up in glee, "But Tommy…"

"Tommy will learn soon enough that neither of us can live without you," the Wolf said in a soft voice as he stroked Merton's face. "My mate. Our mate."

"But-"

"No buts. I will always want you, and Tommy will see that he needs you too." Then, the Wolf leaned down and brushed his lips slowly and gently across Merton's. "Mate. My mate. My Merton." Merton couldn't stop the shiver the slid down his spine when he heard the Wolf utter his name.

"Tommy's not going to remember this is he?" Merton asked, angered that the sadness was clear in his voice. The Wolf just chuckled.

"Do you want him to?" Merton just nodded. "Then he will. For you." Now the Wolf full on smiled before dropping his paw from Merton's face. Soon enough, Merton was once again faced with a human Tommy, who looked surprised.

"You okay?"

"The Wolf… he really cares for you doesn't he?" Tommy said quietly, sitting down on the Goth's bed. Merton remained standing, which made Tommy growl. "You're too far away," he whispered, reaching out and yanking Merton to where he was sitting next to him.

"Tommy, you don't have to do this you know. You don't have to-"

"He's right. I already know how much I need you. I just … I guess I never wanted to admit it."

"Tommy-"

"The Wolf… He made me realize that, without you, I'd just be some animal. I wouldn't still be me. And…" Tommy's voice trailed off as he stared at Merton.

Told you, the Wolf growled in a smug tone. Tommy just smiled.

"This is going to take some getting used to."

Mate.

"My… mate."

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Well, does Tommy come to terms with what's happening to him? Guess we just gotta wait and find out!

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Really. It means so much.

-JustMe133