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Updated: 05/16/2014

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Tommy struggled to get ready – it was the next day, and he was planning to go see Merton.

The wolf was fighting him every step of the way though – he wanted a casual red shirt, and the wolf snarled and made a scene until he switched to a blue one with a black jacket. He could almost hear the wolf going 'Merton will like this better on you'. When he tried to brush his hair a certain, his hand wolfed out and brushed it another, against his control!

"This is ridiculous!" he finally cried out, looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes glowed and a rough voice that sounded vaguely like his in his head answered him back.

"You look good for your women, I look good for my mate!"

"What? Did I just-"

"Yes. I have to do this. You might not like it, but it's done."

"Oh God I'm going crazy."

"Not crazy. Just more in-touch with your animal side. It's about time that you did it too."

With one last look at himself, his eyes dulled down and, almost without any thought, he was out of his house in a flash, only the look from Dean making him slow down a bit to what could be a power-walk.

With a steady stride, he made his way to the [my] Goth's house.

…

Merton looked up as Tommy just waltzed in; he barely had time to stand though because the jock wolfed out and tackled him to his bed. With a contented growl, he nuzzled himself against the Goth's neck.

"I've missed you," he said in a rough growl, making Merton sigh; he didn't talk though. "Tommy doesn't understand. I've had to break through against his will to get my point across." Merton waited a few minutes before he shifted a bit; although he got a growl, the wolf moved so he could sit up.

"Listen, I understand how you think of me – I've done my research and realize that you believe that I'm your mate. But I can't be. Don't you see? Tommy deserves better than being saddled with me forever. I can't put that on him. No matter what you feel for me. Someday, Tommy will meet a woman who will be good for both of you. You just need to wait for her, okay?"

"Merton, you must not have studied deep enough. I chose you. No matter how long I look, there will not be another you. You're it for me. The sooner you understand this, the better."

"But Tommy-"

"Merton." He stopped speaking as the wolf in front of him let out a frustrated growl. "Tommy can have whatever woman he wants – he will soon learn though, that he will never be pleased with them. And you know why?" Merton was silent – of course he knew, but he wanted to hear it from the wolf's point of view. "As long as I claim you as my mate, Tommy will be miserable with anyone else – never fulfilled, never in love. Because I am a part of him, and he's a part of me. We are one. And you are it. Without you, neither I nor Tommy will ever be happy. And as for you… you will see that I am what you need."

"I don't doubt that," Merton mumbled, making the wolf beam at him. "But I can't do it to Tommy. It wouldn't be fair for him. He's my best friend… my only friend. I can't let him suffer with me at his side forever."

The wolf shook his head and moved his paws to Merton's shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes, his glowing still as they leveled on him.

"Merton. You are it. There is no one else. Ever. Tommy will learn that the hard way because we both know how hard headed he can be; you must understand, that I only want you. And now that I have more control over Tommy, we can either learn to live peacefully together or… You know you are the only thing that can keep me calm now. Without you… I could lose it. People could get hurt. The mate to a wolf is a very powerful thing and extremely coveted. You have to understand this. Tommy is in danger of losing himself to me; the only reason I can control myself so well now is because I am with you. But this peace will not last long until you accept your roll by my side. I am an Alpha, and you are my mate."

"I know you're right," Merton started, getting a nod from the wolf in front of him, "But you've got such good control now. Can't you hold it together until you find a new one?"

The wolf growled, anger clear in its tone.

"Merton there is no one else!" he cried, jumping up and then kneeling in front of him, the glow in his eyes stronger as he placed his paws on the Goth's knees, eyes pleading. "You are the only thing now that will keep me calm. You know that wolves are territorial, wild creatures – without our mates, we are violate, angry, vicious killers. I don't want to be that way. Tommy doesn't want to be that. Help us keep ourselves sane – be our mate." Merton reached out a shaking hand and trailed his fingers down the fur-covered face.

"I know that you need me. And I've fantasized about many supernatural beings falling in love with – granted, one's never been a male werewolf, but… if you've claimed me… then there's nothing I can do about it. I understand that. But I still can't do it to Tommy." The wolf growled, his features contorting to anger – Merton had to resist the urge to cringe at the site. Tommy looked like the monster he was supposed to be. Quickly, he tried to rectify his mistake. "If Tommy came to his senses… if he and I could learn to … care for each other the way you care for me… then maybe this would be okay… But until then."

"I will make Tommy see sense. You will see. I love you. You are mine. Ours. He will understand. I promise." The wolf kissed Merton, all rough and coarse and hot. When he pulled away, he was pleased to see Merton was flushed. The wolf, looking content, grinned and then un-wolfed.

Merton was then faced with a confused looking Tommy.

"Mert! Buddy! Is everything okay?!"

"Everything's fine Tommy," he lied smoothly enough, his face still tinted pink from the kiss though. "I have some work to do. You can stay and watch a movie if you like, but I need to really get started on it."

"No, it's fine. I might go to the Factory, see what's going on there." Merton, ignoring the stab of jealousy that coursed through him, nodded.

"Have fun." Tommy nodded and left the Lair, feeling weird about going to the Factory; ignoring it and the growl that came with, he headed away, his hands in his pockets.

…

He met a girl with wavy black hair and warm blue eyes there. They shared some drinks, danced a bit, and then Tommy walked her outside, where she leaned forward to kiss him.

He kissed her back, their lips moving and her hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders, his wrapped around her lithe waist.

And when she pulled away and grinned at him, asking him if he wanted to come back to her place to continue on, he found himself confused.

This girl was gorgeous! The body of a goddess and the looks to match; he usually wanted woman like this; usually though, he would wolf out by now and run off… Run off to Merton. He ignored that revelation as he focused on another one – there was no wolfing out.

And he was still not interested. He wasn't attracted to her! She pushed her body against his and giggled.

"Come on Tommy. Show me some of those Quarterback moves," she purred in his hear, kissing his neck a bit.

Nothing.

What the hell was happening to him?

"I can't… I have to go," he said, untangling himself and walking away, worry building in his chest.

He couldn't find her attractive.

Why the hell not?!

…

So, there's that.

I hope ya'll liked it.

Thanks for reading.

-JustMe133