Chapter 4: Brother Dear

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the show. If it were true, Dyson would be allllll mine. I only own my original characters that I will not tell you because that would spoil the story.

Caution: There is a smutty scene. Scenes such as these will be happening from this point onward but will no longer be announced in order to keep up the excitement and anticipation.

"Fuck!"

Dyson's fist throbbed as he pounded the walls of his loft apartment. Why did women have to be so infuriating!

"Man," Hale raised his hands as to try and calm down the raging alpha. "Just calm down. Everything's going to be all right."

"All right? Do you even understand what's going on?" He spun and stalked towards Hale. "First Bo hates me, then Anastasia has gone missing again! What is with these women! They infuriate me to death."

Hale gulped, seeing the woman herself standing promptly behind the shifter with her hands on her hips.

"Bro, you should probably stop…."

"No!" Dyson attacked. "Don't you get it? They want to kill me that's what."

"I do believe that I did warn you before hand," Anastasia chimed in. "Don't get so testy."

Dyson head whipped around to face her. The moment his eyes met hers, the tension and anger disappeared. Weird, he studied; usually I'd be raging for days. The depth seemed to swallow all of the frustrations. Shaking off the thought, Dyson approached her, his anger heightened once more.

"Where have you been?"

"Calm, Dyson," She placed a hand on his shoulder. "No where dangerous if that is what you meant."

He let out deep breath. At least she was somewhere safe, he reasoned, and didn't head off into danger like Bo does. Looking at her face, Dyson could see that she was indeed safe. Some thing warm rose from his chest to his throat. Why was he feeling like this? The centuries of shifter didn't care, and he certainly didn't cherish. He'd live too long for that. So what did Dyson really feel for Bo and Anastasia? Women were too complicated, Dyson groaned and focused his attentions once more onto the vixen in front of him.

"Hey you two," Hale called from safety behind the couch. "If you two aren't too busy biting off each other's throats, why don't we go to the Dal?"

Anastasia turned her head to Hale. Should she do this? Anastasia had never had a liking for the acrid substance. It made her too weak, too vulnerable. Unknown to others, she was actually a really light drinker. A small shot of vodka could do her over. However, seeing the hopeful look on Dyson's face made her change her mind. For some reason, her heart (or what was left of it) extended to the shifter. She knew exactly what was happening between him and the succubus. She had seen it on the sidelines with a bitter emotion that she wasn't acquainted with. This was quite odd. Usually her missions were completed without emotion, without judgment. Yet, Dyson was different. From the way the auras and time stream bended around him. It was as though some thing was influencing his fate directly. Compartmentalizing that thought, Anastasia shrugged her approval. She needed to relax; after all, the hunt had drawn her out.

"Great," Hale smiled. "Maybe the night wouldn't end in a war zone."

"Lead the way," Dyson approved as he grabbed one of his spare shirts and throwing it over his torso. His eyes, however, stayed glued to the retreating white clothed back of Anastasia Thornwood. Groaning, he followed her out in hopes of finding some peace at the Dal.

LSLSLSLSLS

Dyson's hands gripped the glass with so much force web like patterns began to decorate the delicate structure. Hale and Anastasia shared a look, knowing immediately what the root of it was. Hidden from the succubus's sights, Anastasia had seen Bo walk out with another fae couple, obviously with sexual plans for the night. Never before had Ana seen Dyson become that mad. It made her almost want to reach out and soothe him, comfort the poor soul. Before that was possible, she jerked back and rationalized. It is impossible, she rationalized, I am a guardian and it's not possible. Sighing once more, she downed her third cup, hoping to feel the buzz.

"Hale, what should I do?" Dyson pleaded his old time friend, oblivious to the drunken woman next to him. "She's driving me crazy with all of her antics!"

"Wait," Hale stopped and stared at Dyson. "You don't have feelings for Bo do you?"

"No," Dyson replied uncertainly. "I feel something, I just know that it isn't love."

He looked to the woman at his right. Anastasia was staring at something nonexistent whilst still drinking from her sixth cup of the night. Her eyes looked glazed over. Worried, Dyson moved closer.

"Hey," he called. "Are you alright there?"

"Of course I am," She replied with a giggle. "And call me Ana, Dyson. Isn't Anastasia just a mouthful? I blame my parents."

"Sure," he chuckled. Drunk Ana sure was different fro her usual stupor. "I think you're drunk and I'm going to get you home before I…"

Dyson trailed off after catching sight of her with her pink pouty lips, the blue doe eyes that always enchanted him, and her small, porcelain face being framed being curls of white hair. It made him want to tangle his fingers in his depths as he ravaged her mouth.

"Do what?"

The innocent question was what snapped him. His hand lunged forward and pulled her closer. His lips met her soft, pink ones and his hands tangled with the curls of her hair. Her lips were softer than he thought. A moan slipped from her and Dyson took that to his advantage. Slipping his tongue in between the crack, he explored every nook and cranny of the woman's mouth. God she tasted sweet, he moaned. Even more so than Bo and this time, he didn't have to worry about his chi being taken. With Ana, it was simply dominance and lust. Yes, he did feel lust towards her. Ever since they first laid eyes on each other. Anastasia felt the same too, but her position and reasoning held her back. With the barrier dissolved by alcohol, she attacked like the vixen she is. Her hands wove into his light brown curls and pulled him closer. So close to the point is was impossible to any further. His hands roamed her body and proceeded up her top. Thank goodness this is a private area, they both thought. Dyson felt something with this woman that he didn't with Bo. He felt the need to protect Ana with every fiber of his being, his wolf. To see her underneath him and surrounded only by him. The thought evoked his inner wolf and he let out a growl into her throat. He was getting hard at the thought of pure Ana being defiled by him, the alpha wolf. He continued to attack the soft flesh of her throat, eliciting small moans and gasps from Ana. Never before had he felt these types of feelings. Was it because she was a possible candidate? The thought was tossed out the window as lust consumed his. All he needed was her, now. He nipped the tender spot behind ear, the place that caused her to gasp and clenched onto his back. He was so close. Both parties wanted this as they looked at each other, trying to catch their breaths. Neither felt guilty above their actions and both of their clothing would have been removed in the next second had it not been for Hale who finally returned with more drinks.

"Really guys," Hale groaned. "I leave you alone for a few minutes! Have some control man."

"Sorry," Dyson mumbled while trying to straighten his half buttoned shirt. Somehow Ana had managed to get midway down during their session without him noticing. He glanced towards her. Ana wasn't in better shape either. Her hair was tousled and her lips bruised. Purple markings were already forming on her neck, and she was still trying to catch her breath. He smirked at the sight. Pride rushed into him at the site of Ana, a being of pure light, reduced to a lust-stricken woman.

"I should head home," Dyson admitted after the alcohol had truly taken effect. "Ana, where do you live?"

Before she could reply, a man caught her eye and approached the two. His golden blond hair complimented the deep blue eyes that caused every woman in the bar to swoon, everyone except Ana.

"Ana, I thought I told you to keep out of trouble," his smooth baritone rumbled with mirth as he glanced over her attire.

"Shut up," Anastasia mumbled, trying to block the blinking lights and pounding noise.

Something started to stir in Dyson as he looked over his competition. Protectiveness over Ana took over, and a growl slipped through his lips at the male intruding on his female, his woman. Ana had not been marked yet, but his scent was still all over her. This caused her to be his and he was infiltrating.

"Woah there!" The man raised both hands in surrender. "Settle down, I'm not threatening you."

"Oh just stop it, you know what you're doing to him," Ana rejoined looking at the stranger with a look of boredom. "Sometimes, I think you're the bigger trouble maker big brother."

***IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE! MUST READ AND PLEASE DON'T SKIP****

Hi guys! Okay, I really need reviews this time because since I rated this fanfic as an M, I need to know if the scene was written decently. I've never written anything like this, dreamed and read yes, but never written something myself. Was it too dry? Dull? PLEASE comment this time or else I may have to be subjugated into turning it into T. Also as you've noticed, I will try to follow the episode sequence but once the series starts to cut off or when I find the right time, I will make it so that it follows my story line and not the series'. Also, remember that this is a story about Anastasia, not Bo. Although she does offer as a good antagonist, the story will only be written when Anastasia or Dyson is present so nothing Bo does in the actual series will actually affect it. So you will actually not have to know what these episodes are actually about.