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Warning Shane's abusive ! And cursing !
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During moments where Shane's attitude flared and he became unpleasant, Merton thoughts wandered to Tommy. Ah, Tommy. Thinking Tommy thoughts would exude some patience for Shane antics and confidence for Shane's particularly nasty moments. But Merton understood within that moment Tommy's presence would have merely enraged Shane.
Shane rounded Merton into a corner and placed his thin muscular arms on the side of Merton to prevent Merton from squirming, "I'm tired of having to compete…"
"Compete? Competition? Ha-ha come on Shane," Merton reasoned, "have you been rifling through my potions?"
"I'm tired of our fucking time being stolen. Do you hear me?"
"Shane… Just drop it… All right? I'm too tire-" Merton lowered his sights
Shane clenched onto Merton's jaw, "No." Shane forced Merton's head to the wall so Merton could eye him, "You need to drop that asshole. I'm sick of his bullshit"
Merton forced his head to the side, "You're not making any sense." Merton's palms caressed Shane's chest, "that asshole you're talking about is my best friend more than my best friend he's a brother, Shane… Plea-" Merton was cut off by strike. Crimson flowed underneath the afflicted area, and tears could only nullify the heat because this was not the first time he we struck by Shane. Merton swallowed his sense of betrayal, for Shane promised to "never ever, ever, ever" hit Merton again "it was stress" that led him to this; Merton saliva removed the bitterness of sorrow and blood from his mouth, wetting his suddenly dried out throat.
Shane head clumsily fell on Merton's forehead; he whispered solemn apologizes until he could hear Merton beginning to give in with short touches and long, unsure sighs. Shane crushed his cheek against Merton's then patiently moved to Merton lips, "You're not making sense I want you to be mines Merton." Shane's mouth enveloped Merton's anxiously, but his tongue slid and twisted in and out slowly, "I'll be slow…Dammit I'll be so slow. Just… love me." Shane's kiss ended with his eager mouth and teeth devoted to Merton's bottom lip.
The wall and Shane's body prevented Merton from squirming, with every press he could feel Shane's erection gliding across his stomach. Enraptured by and trapped in the kiss Merton began to feel weary, as if his life was being absorbed. Fatigue swept over Merton and made his knees buckle, but with a firm hand constituted by Shane it prevented Merton from falling.
Merton breathed a "stop" in Shane's mouth. Shane in the beginning did not comply, but in reluctance he finally pulled away sharply. He turned his back on Merton, abandoning Merton on the wall at an awkward angle.
Merton was panting, heaving for air, "fuck… shane… be… patient with-… you're... moving ... fast"
Shane did not say a word, instead he headed for the door angry that Merton did not give in.
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No thoughts were filling Merton's brain just the exhaustion and the abrupt cold. Merton was not thinking when he eased onto the floor exhausted and pressed his head against the dresser. And although he said to himself 'I'm only resting my eyes' it was not long before Merton's eyelids closed, overcome by the swiftness of exhaustion and frigidness, that thirty seconds became an hour. He wasn't thinking, he was simply too tired, too tired to realize that when he gave into sleep at the feet of the armoire his best friend would be suspicious of Shane.
An hour's time passed since he fell asleep on the floor. The 'soft' teasing of two adults could be heard outside 'Tomas' and Merton's' (the labels that the community advisors decorated on the door helped Lori be aware of who's room was whom) room.
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"O-ho I remember that night… No where in that memory do I remember you saving my—life maybe Merton's!— but not mines." Tommy began filling the numbers on the key pad as Lori violently poked him, "I don't care what you do to my body—you can do whatever whenever you like—but I will not admit you saved my life"
Lori smiled only exclaiming, "Perv! I'll save the torture ticket for another day because you just admitted it to me ha! wait 'till I tell all the girls that a girl saved your life! Star athlete, all around hero!"
Tommy entered his room breathing Merton's name just in case he was sleeping. He didn't find Merton in his bed, but the lights were on. Tommy stepped in and scanned the room, but it wasn't until he fully moved in he sensed and saw Merton's figure disguised by the armoire.
Tommy's steps were quick; he fell onto his knees, and outstretched a warm hand on Merton's cheek. Merton's face was cold.
"Merton…"
"Tom is he all right? Is-is he breathing?" Lori choked out
"He is…"
Tommy lifted Merton up slinging his motionless arm around his neck. Lori immediately responded to the picture and opened the closest bed's covers. Tommy eased Merton into the bed and Lori wrapped the covers around his body. Tommy grabbed the covers on Merton's bed and enveloped it around Merton's figure.
Tommy's hands were trembling, '...release me! Shane harmed our mate!' Tommy didn't really hear the wolf's growls for release he just felt waves of distress from the wolf.
Tommy grabbed the chair spinning it around to face Lori and Merton, slammed the legs of the chair to the floor, and sat.
Lori sat on the edge of the bed and spoke softly to Merton, "Merton you have to stop exhausting yourself…" She laughed softly, "I always knew your insomnia would catch up to you sooner or later."
She touched Merton's face soothingly and said to Tommy, but really to no one, "He's really cold."
When she didn't get a response she turned to Tommy, who was eyeing her as if she was a stranger in his territory.
His eyes were filled with a rare eerie yellow, the yellow that only appeared when he was perplexed or filled with internal rage. '. . . She shouldn't touch him he's ill.' Again Tommy wasn't hearing the wolf's growls. . . but if the growls were translated into English then.
"Tommy?"
Beats passed until he got out of his trance and peered at Lori another way, friendlier, "Hmm?" He mumbled confused shaking himself. 'How long has she been staring at me?'
She walked over to Tommy and rubbed his shoulder, "I can stay here if you need me I can stay here." Her statement was filled with question
"No. It's fine… Lori. You have to go back... What is it five-thirty? I can handle everything. We'll be fine." A fanged smile was Lori's reassurance. Then he placed his elbows on his legs and folded his hands eyeing Merton intently as if he was silently asking him if he was all right.
Poor Lori was not sure who was talking, the maturing wolf or Tomas Dawkins, but she knew from the solidness of the voice that he and Merton were going to be fine.
Plus she understood that she could not remain, although her intentions were pure and dedicated to Merton's health; the inner wolf—and ultimately Tommy—did not value Lori in the same manner as Merton. This realization of course formed resentment to resonate in Lori; she slowly smoothed Tommy's hair and drew a kiss on Tommy's forehead and whispered her departure.
The door closed with a soft click. Tommy was left with his wolf nipping and grazing his skin for release.
Moments after Lori's departure, Tommy's wolf simmered in his soul; he circled the floor until he found himself on the edge of Merton's bed—actually his bed—his vibrant eyes stretched over Merton's body, painfully watching Merton shiver. The wolf removed the covers from Merton's form and eased a pointed ear near Merton's lips; his breaths were shallow whispers. His claws fell on Merton's forehead softly, feeling Merton's damp and frigid pelt. The wolf was ginger, cautious to not stir Merton from his sleep when he eased into the bed. He wrapped the comforter around their bodies and flowed closer to deliver warmth and comfort to his ill friend.
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