So yay, new chapter time. I've still been feeling down, but here I am.

I hope the few readers I have left like it.

Updated: 05/24/2014

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Tommy watched the red-tinted water swirl down the drain, his thoughts going with it. The wolf was turning vicious, becoming untamed…

And he knew why of course – it all had to do with the Goth he could hear humming to himself in the Lair.

Merton was the key to him keeping his sanity.

But… Tommy couldn't be with Merton that way, could he? He liked girls – they were soft, curvy, and warm and were just right for him – girls were what he wanted.

'So is Merton'. He growled quietly at the voice and leaned against the black tiled wall of the Goth's shower.

What could he do? The wolf was just going to progressively get worse the longer he ignored what he wanted.

With a defeated sigh, Tommy grabbed a towel and turned off the shower.

There really was only one thing to do now.

…

Merton was mindlessly straightening his desk when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Stiffening was the immediate reaction for him before he forced himself to relax and face Tommy, who was in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah…" They were silent, just staring at each other - Tommy looked as if he were arguing with himself while Merton looked scared out of his mind. Tommy, with his jaw squared and hold determined, turned Merton so they could fully face each other before he leaned closer to the Goth, making him stiffen up in fear once again. The wolf sensed Merton's fear and forced Tommy to stop, his hand still on Merton's shoulder.

"He's scared and doesn't understand what's going on. You need to explain what you're doing."

Tommy actually listened to the wolf and looked at Merton, who wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Is it okay?" Merton still didn't look up, but his head jerked up and down, a jerky nod that made the wolf preen and Tommy smile a bit as he leaned closer. Tommy then did something he had been sure he would never do in his life.

He kissed another guy.

And not just any guy.

His best friend, his buddy. Merton.

He had kissed Merton.

And…Merton was standing there.

Tommy pulled away, only for Merton to start rambling.

"So, what was it like? You most likely have much more experience kissing than I do – I mean, I've kissed my only a handful of ladies, and they were all one sided. Then of course there's what kind of kiss was that. Was it a 'friends only' kiss like in most romance comedies that are out these days? The friends kiss only to find out that there's nothing there? Or was it more like a 'knock-off-your-socks-I-need-to-sit-down kind of kiss? Personally I don't have much experience with either so-"

Merton was cut off by Tommy placing a hand over his mouth. The Goth stood there as he was surveyed by the Jock, watching him back just as intensely.

Tommy's face was contorted in a thoughtful confused look, his eyes almost glazed over as he stared at Merton, who just stared back, waiting.

What he didn't know was that Tommy was having a conversation with his wolf.

"What did you think Tommy? Do you now understand what I meant when I said he was our mate? I know you felt it."

"I'm not sure what I felt… And I can't believe I'm replying."

"Tommy. He's my mate. You can back off if you want, but I'm getting restless. I want him. Soon."

"…Want him how?"

"I'm sure you know."

Tommy blinked then, tuning out the wolf and stepping away from Merton, his hand dropping.

"I'm gonna get home. We'll… we'll talk later. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye Mert."

"Bye."

Tommy was gone then, dashing out of the Lair as fast as he could.

….

That night, Tommy had gone to sleep, trying not to listen to the wolf that was growing restless inside of him. Tommy was finally in a deep enough sleep though for the wolf to break free. His eyes opened, glowing yellow as he wolfed out and jumped out of his window, running away from his house, his heart set on a certain destination.

Tommy would understand.

He would make sure of it.

…

On stealthy paws he approached the small house that he had set his sights on – it was practically a shack, ramshackeled and falling apart. He could hear the snores of the man who slept inside, but he was not of his concern right now.

No, his concern was the dogs that were sleeping outside – they were bred from wolves, he could smell it.

He was thinking like pure wolf now – by killing them, he would show his mate he could protect him. Right now, they were the enemy.

Within a single leap, he was on top of them – there were a total of ten, all males. He snarled as the first of the bunch began to wake up. One by one, he ripped through them with his claws and teeth, spilling the dogs' blood onto the ground and himself.

There was only one left now – he was big, clearly the leader of the small pack. He growled at the wolf, but he just growled back and pounced. He bit down on his throat, the poor dog's blood pouring into his mouth. With a mighty jerk, he ripped the dog's throat open. With the beast laid out at his feet, he tilted his head back and howled, waking the man inside. He came stumbling out, only to scream at the sight of the massacre that was once his dogs.

The wolf just growled at him, making him scream again before he took off into the dark, leaving the gasping old man to hold onto his chest in fear.

…

Merton awoke to frantic scratching at his door. He opened it to find Tommy, once again covered in blood and this time, fur.

"Again?"

"It's getting worse! Why?" Merton didn't want to answer, but Tommy looked so freaked that he did.

"Your wolf needs to mate. Without his mate, he's just going to get worse. What was it this time?"

"A pack of dogs. They belonged to that old man who lives outside of town."

"Mr. Healy?" Tommy nodded and ran his blood covered hands over his face.

"He saw me. I mean the wolf. Us. He saw us after we killed his dogs. I don't want to be a monster Mert. Help me."

"You need to shower Tommy. Come on." Merton led the Jock into his shower. He stayed outside and waited until he came back out. Then, he led him to his bed, where the two sat down. Tommy fell back onto the black-clothed bed and ran his now clean hands over his face again.

"What do we have to do?" Tommy asked, looking at Merton, who looked uncomfortable. "Mert? Buddy?"

"Well… The wolf needs to… claim me as his mate."

"How?"

"How do you think Tommy?"

"You mean…?"

"It's the only logical step. But before we do…that, how about we just… start with…" Merton, for once, was at a loss for words.

"Come here," Tommy finished for him, pulling the Goth flush against him and lying down on the bed, his arms around the softer smaller body of his friend. Merton rested his head on Tommy's chest, finding himself utterly content with this position.

"It's a start," the wolf grumbled as Tommy found himself snuggling down against the Goth, burying his nose in the dark spikes and finding that he enjoyed the scent.

Within minutes, the two were fast asleep, arms still locked around each other.

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I was originally gonna have this be the end, but maybe I can squeeze out another chapter so we can see how they do together.

Thanks for reading so far.

-JustMe133