Title: Monsters

Rating: M

Pairing: Strickler/Jim Lake Jr

Summary: Jim struggled with his feelings for one Changeling.

Hello readers! Notice the rating change for this chapter!! You've been warned

Jim's fist connected with a tree with a loud thud. He tore through the underbrush, his thoughts as scattered as a gnome hoard. He had just kissed Strickler. No, not kissed-they had been downright making out like two horny teenagers. Jim paused, debating everything.

There was no denial that Walt Strickler was an impeccable specimen, in both troll and human form. Jim has seen how the female teachers had swooned over him, hell he had watched his mother fall head over heels for the man. But...Jim was straight wasn't he? He had always been hopelessly attracted to girls, and as of fifth grade, it was always Claire.

Jim sat in the darkness with a sigh.

When Jim was adjusting to his new trollish nature, Mr. Blinky had had a long discussion with Jim about his new instincts.

(Two years prior)

"Now, Master Jim, I understand that there are two forms of attraction with humans: heterosexual and homosexual, is that correct?" Mr. Blinky asked as he rifled through a large collection on troll biology texts for Jim.

"Sort of," Jim replied, "I mean you can like both too. Or none...I don't know, it's complicated!" Jim was slightly uncomfortable talking about sex with his mentor.

"Well, I suppose the easiest way to describe troll sexuality is...trolls like both? What's the word?" He glanced over his tomes.

"Trolls are bisexual?" Jim asked with a laugh. "You're saying trolls are bisexual?"

"Yes as no. You see, trolls often do not form long term relationships. Marriage for instance, is a new concept amongst trolls. But the easiest way to describe it I suppose is the idea of gender with trolls is a loosely constructed concept. We are troll, that's it. And we form relationships with whoever we like because the idea of being homosexual or heterosexual simply isn't a concept."

(End flashback)

Jim was at least half troll. His instincts told him he was attracted to Strickler. But the human in him still snarled in disgust. What was he going to do? He thought long and hard until finally he decided. Damn the consequences.

The troll in Jim roared approvingly.

Strickler sat on the couch, staring into space. What had he done? He had snogged Jim into the couch cushions. But...Jim had kissed him first. Jim had pressed those lovely lips to Strickler's own and slid that long slick tongue over his teeth.

Strickler rested his face in his hands. Of course Jim had fled. Troll instincts were hard to control, especially with a strong, virulent, young troll like Jim. Strickler checked the clock on the mantle. It was four in the morning. The sun would be rising within two hours. Regardless of how much Jim hated Strickler, or how embarrassing this situation was, Strickler had to find Jim. He needed to be out of the sun. Strickler stood, resolved to bring the Trollhunter back even if it killed him. He grabbed his coat and pulled his shoes on and headed for the backdoor.

Just as Strickler was about to open the back door, it swung open with a crash, and all Strickler saw was a flash of blue before he was slammed into the wall behind him, and Jim's hands were tangled in his hair and Jim was kissing him, hard. He smashed their faces together, nipping at Strickler's lips and tongue.

Strickler gasped, trying to push the slightly taller boy off of him. "Jim!" He struggled around the incessant kissing, "What?"

"Just shut up." Jim growled before lightly biting Strickler's throat.

Strickler saw stars and a moan came unbidden to his lips. He gripped Jim's hips and ground their pelvises together. He felt Jim stir under his sweatpants and his own body responded in turn. He felt one of Jim's hands caress his backside, and Strickler took that opportunity to flip their positions. With a snarl, he transformed into his troll form, giving him height over the Trollhunter. His trollish instincts would not suffer the boy to dominate him. Not yet, at least. Their tusks clacked together as they kissed feverishly. Jim's hands struggled with Strickler's trousers, finally getting them loose and dropping them to the kitchen floor. Jim's sweatpants soon followed, leaving the Trollhunter completely naked, rutting and groaning against the half naked Changeling.

Strickler felt Jim's hard member against his inner thigh. He gently gripped it, pumping it twice. Jim stifled a cry, and bit down hard on Strickler's green neck. Strickler growled low in his chest. He adjusted his grip so he had both his and Jim's cocks in his hand. He pumped slowly, enjoying all of the noises Jim was making. He recaptured Jim's lips again, sucking and biting on those succulent lips and tongue. He felt Jim jolt and he quickened the speed of his pumping. Jim let go of Strickler's lips and looked down. Strickler met their horns together, both breathing each other's air. Strickler watched their two dicks rubbing together. Jim's was shapely, just barely curving upwards, and the most lovely blue, darkening to navy at the tip and leaking clear fluid. It was comparable in size to Strickler's own green member, however slightly thicker.

Jim made a loud guttural cry suddenly and his entire body went stiff. Strickler was caught off guard by the sudden explosion of pearly white cum that covered both of their chests. Jim's explosive orgasm, and the rolling spasming of Jim's cock against his pushed Strickler over the edge and he too came over his hand and their stomachs.

They stood their frozen for a moment before Jim slid to the floor. Strickler followed so that they lay propped up against the wall in a tangle of limbs. Strickler transformer back into his human form and laid his head against Jim's heaving chest.

"Well, that was unexpected." He murmured quietly, chuckling to himself. Jim was quiet. Strickler looked up and saw unease painted all over the Trollhunter's face. "Jim what's wrong?"

"I don't know." Jim muttered, awkwardly cupping the small of Strickler's back. "You know...other than the fact that my ex teacher gave me a handy in his kitchen."

Strickler glanced up and found Jim smiling and laughing quietly. Still always that sarcastic sense of humor.

"Yes in any other circumstance, this would be highly irregular." Strickler agreed, running a hand down Jim's arm. They stayed there for a few more moments before Strickler sighed and stood, grunting as he straightened his knees. He helped Jim to his feet and curled his nose at the state of his own stomach. "I believe we both need a shower."

Jim picked at the drying semen on his belly, cringing, "Yeah probably."

"Come along, Young Atlas." Strickler motioned to the boy and Jim bashfully followed the Changeling up the stairs into the bathroom.

They made our lazily in the shower together, washing away the evidence of earlier activities.

Just as the sun was rising, Jim found himself curled up in bed with Strickler, the teacher's head tucked beneath his chin and their stomachs pressed together. Jim had never felt warmer and cozier than that moment. Jim inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the man's hair, before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Strickler woke a couple of hours later, irritated that he had to leave his comfy nest and new bedmate to once again face the parade of imbeciles at the local high school. He dressed quietly, trying to not disturb Jim. He quietly made his way downstairs bent on his usual breakfast toast. However there was someone in his kitchen.

There sitting at his table, in all of her statuesque, violet beauty smiling widely with a mouthful of jagged teeth, was Nomura.

Alrighty guys! There you have it! Next chapter will be up shortly!