Primeval fic: The Call Of The Moon
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knitekatTitle: The Call Of The Moon
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~4880
Characters: James Lester/Nick Cutter
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Part of my Under The Moonlight wolfverse. Follows on from A Walk In The Park. Thanks go to the ever-wonderful Fred for the beta.
I Shifted back to my human form and stretched with a satisfied sigh. The run and swim in the park had been just what I had needed. I smirked. Well, almost.
I was still feeling restless as I wandered somewhat aimlessly into the front room. I sighed as I caught sight of my briefcase propped against the settee, cursing softly as I recalled I had brought home the latest anomaly reports to read ahead of my meeting with the minister. A smile tugged at my lips as I mused about Christine. She would no doubt be there and I couldn't help wondering what she'd say. It had probably been long enough for her to be irritated by my response. Lack of response, I should say. I knew how bloody useless that meeting would no doubt prove to be, with Christine's reaction being the only enjoyable moment of the very slow-winded and utterly pointless waste of time.
But that still left me needing to read those bloody reports when it was the last thing I felt like doing. I dropped down onto the settee and pulled the reports out. Although I began to read them with the best intentions in the world, I was soon reduced to leafing through them and then just staring blindly at the words. I closed my eyes and let my head loll against the back of the settee. I just couldn't concentrate, no matter how much I tried. I sighed as I finally admitted defeat and dropped the reports back into my briefcase. Maybe I'd be able to concentrate on them later tonight or even tomorrow. I'd have a few hours to double-check my information before the meeting. Anomalies willing.
I knew I should check the media for anything anomaly (or Christine) related, but I had missed the television news and skimming through the newspaper would involve more effort than I could muster. I closed my eyes for a moment and then recalled we had teletext. I thought I could manage that so I picked up the remote and switched on the TV. I flicked through until I found the news headlines. It was more of the same – cat-fights in the Commons, the latest Royal news, yet another celebrity scandal, a rather nasty-sounding crash on the M25, a missing person – sadly all too common. But none of it succeeded in holding my attention for more than a few paragraphs at the most and I soon gave up in disgust. Switching it off again, I almost threw the remote onto the settee before I remembered myself and put it back in its proper place.
I finally gave into my restlessness and the urge to pace the room. My strides took me to the window overlooking the garden and to something that finally held my interest. The moon had always fascinated me since I was a child, the only changing thing in the unchanging sky. I had often waited for my parents to fall asleep before slipping out of my bed to stare at it. I smiled as I remembered my ninth birthday. My eldest sister had brought me a telescope, to my father's silent disapproval as he had never liked what he called 'useless' presents. But he hadn't forbidden its use, possibly mollified by one of my other presents that year, in his opinion, a rather more useful book on navigating by the stars. I had always made sure I had that book at hand when I had used the telescope and not only to convince my father that I was doing something constructive. I had found it interesting to read and the skill had proven useful more than once.
Once I had become a werewolf, my fascination with the moon had grown and I had delved into every book I could find on it. Openly I had looked at books on astronomy and space. My father had humphed over me being more interested in flying than anything land-based, but he had been somewhat mollified by the thought that I might join the Army Aviation Corps. He'd been less pleased by the realisation I might considered a career in the air force. In his opinion, that was only slightly better than not joining the military at all.
Secretly, I had perused books on astrology, mythology and any other subject that involved the moon. I had never brought them home, instead spending time in the library or reading them at my friends' houses. One of their mothers had New Age interests and hadn't minded my curiosity. She had already had a run in with my father, but had firmly promised him that she wouldn't tempt me with 'witchcraft' or any other such nonsense. I smiled slightly, she had kept her promise of course and we had both omitted to mention that I had read her collection of books. It had been one of my first lessons in keeping the letter of a rule whilst breaking its spirit that had served my well in my chosen careers. Surprisingly enough, it had been much more useful in the Civil Service than in my other role.
Shaking my head at my ruminations, I turned my attention back to the moon. She had always succeeded in gaining my attention, especially when she was like this. Full and shining in all her glory, looking so big as she hung low in the night sky. I knew her larger than normal size was an optical illusion but could easily understand why she had so fascinated people for so long. I also couldn't help wondering if her enlarged appearance might explain why I felt so on edge, even after my run in the park. I stared at the moon, mesmerised by her beauty, and felt my blood begin to pound harder as if in response to her siren call. A low growl escaped my throat and I barely constrained the howl that built in my chest. The need to move, to hunt, to fuck, to do something filled my mind.
A soft scuffle behind me had me spinning around with my hackles raised. I was alert and ready to attack any danger. I slowly relaxed as I realised the intruder was Nick and I breathed deeply as I allowed his much-loved scent to calm my blood as much as it served to awaken another part of my anatomy.
Nick narrowed his eyes as he approached and his gaze was assessing as he looked at me. “You're still feeling restless, aren't you? Didn't the walk help as all?”
“It did,” I replied. Then I added as I glanced at the moon. “Somewhat.” A smile tugged at my lips before I managed to hide it. Turning my attention back to Nick I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Even if my lover decided he had to flirt in front of me with a pretty young girl...”
“What?” Nick scowled. “You know exactly what I said to her.” He grinned as he added, “Or you would have if you hadn't been so busy looking for squirrels to chase or enjoying the attention she paid you.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, “Thinking about it, you were the one flirting with her.”
“I'll have you know I was pretending to be a well-behaved dog. I have standards to keep up, you know,” I said almost looking down my nose at Nick. “Unlike some shameless flirts.”
“Standards? You were loving the attention. I felt quite left out.” When I snorted at his pout, Nick added, “And I, unlike some, wasn't flirting with her. I told her quite clearly who I was with, not that I expect you were listening.”
Nick looked adorably put out as I pulled him against me. “I heard.” I pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “I can do at least two things at the same time.”
“And I can't?” Nick sounded both amused and wary, no doubt wandering what I might be planning.
“That would depend.” I replied as I let my hands drift downwards to grope his arse and my tongue plundered his mouth. Pulling away and smiling at Nick's response to my attention, I added, “And I know exactly which way you swing and what you like.”
“Which is?”
“Patience, love.” I nipped Nick's nose. “I do believe you promised to make me pay.” I gave him a suggestive smirk as I remembered how good some of his previous toys had felt. “Something about some toys you wanted to play with...”
“Mmmm.” Nick gave me a thoughtful look. “Maybe later. I'm not sure you've been good enough for them.”
“Oh?” I hadn't been? Well, a good, hard fuck would be just as good... actually, even better, as Nick's cock filled me and... Fuck! I needed to rein in my imagination before I came in my underwear. I had no wish to do that when I could come much more satisfactorily in Nick's mouth.
Nick chuckled, obviously realising the direction of my thoughts. “Keep those thoughts in mind, love.”
“Not a problem,” I muttered as I wrestled with my arousal, my cock was swollen with need and becoming somewhat uncomfortable in my trousers. I took a deep, calming breath as I latched onto Nick's previous comment in an attempt to regain at least some of my famous control. “So, what did I do to be a bad boy?”
“Ah.” Nick seemed to scrabble as he tried to remember whatever it was I had supposedly done. Finally he replied, “I'm sure I'll have bruises from your tail. Did you have to belt me that hard?”
I struggled to keep a straight face as Nick turned his puppy-dog look on me. He really needed to practice more... although it was a rather endearing look for him. “Shall I kiss them better?”
“It'll be a start.”
I quirked an eyebrow. Ah, so he was after a good, hard fuck from me. Well, giving was as good as receiving after all, and my lover had a very fine arse that I loved to be inside. All in all, a win-win situation for me and I saw no reason not to give Nick what he wanted. I bit back a smirk. There was no reason to rush. “Oh? So should I try and make it up to you.” I pressed my thigh between Nick's and felt his cock swell against me. “Maybe I should shag you until you can't walk straight.”
Nick moaned softly as he rubbed his growing hardness against my thigh. The feel of his thigh rubbing against me caused my own cock to twitch in growing need. “That would do for a start.”
“Hmmm, I thought it would.” I nipped his nose playfully before I decided to up the stakes. “So, if I rim you first and partake of some felching afterwards?”
“I believe I might be convinced you are a good boy.”
“Only might be?” I knew Nick could be convinced the world was flat if I rimmed and felched him.
Nick grinned. “If you make it worth my while.”
“I'm sure I can be persuasive.” Nick really had asked for this. I smirked as I began my assault on him, letting my hand drift down into Nick's trousers as I nuzzled at his neck. I heard his moan as I wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed. “What do you say to me having my wicked way with you?”
Nick's hips jerked forwards as he groaned. “Fuck!”
“Hmmm, that's the idea.” I pulled my hand free and quirked my eyebrow at him. “Are you still here?”
“Bastard.” I chuckled at Nick mutter as he took the stairs two at a time.
I started to follow him before I stopped as a much better idea occurred to me. I would make Nick wait for me. Besides giving him time to strip, it would give him time to get twitchy... I smiled dreamily as I imagined walking into our bedroom. Nick lying on the bed, naked and proud, his cock glistening with pre-come as he pumped it, slow and steady. His head thrown back as those endearing little noises emerged from his throat. Mmmmm. My cock gave a definite twitch and I abandoned my plans, taking just long enough to check the doors and windows and to set the alarm, before I bounded up the stairs after Nick.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered our bedroom. Nick looked just as good as I had imagined. No. He looked even better. I licked my lips at the sight of him. Naked on our bed, the moonlight clothing him in shadows and light. He looked so good, so bloody edible. I felt my heart fill with love and need and protectiveness as I heard a low growl echoed around the room.
“Took your time.” Nick groused from his position lying on our bed. One hand was brushing and tweaking his nipples while the other was busy between his legs.
I licked my lips again as I watched him pump that taut flesh slowly, pausing every now and again to collect the moisture beading at his tip before spreading it along his length. I so wanted to fall upon him, to swallow all of him down and have him empty his essence down my throat.
“Patience.” I muttered as much to myself as to Nick. I purposely turned my back on that mesmerising sight in an effort to regain my tattered control. I took my time stripping, folding my clothes neatly besides the heap of Nick's own. I made sure to give Nick a good look at my arse as I did so, bending over deliberately to tease him as I put my shoes under the chair. The needy moan and soft curse from the bed told me I had succeeded.
I turned around, ready to begin the torture and moaned as my cock became rock-hard. Nick had spread himself for me, his hand still between his legs, but now teasing his hole rather than his cock.
Nick grinned at the effect he was having on me. “Come and get me, love.”
I growled low in my belly as I straddled him, my lips hard against his as I let a finger trail along his velvet hardness. My other hand caressed ghost-light over his skin from shoulder to arse. I smiled at the moan and buck both actions provoked.
Oh, yes. I smiled as I remembered what I had promised to do. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, licking the corner of them before I nipped and nuzzled down his chin and neck to his chest.
Nick moaned under my attention as his hand stroked down my back. He finally managed to ask, “Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing?”
I continued my exploration of his chest, pausing to lick one of his nipples, before I replied, “Looking for bruises.”
“James...” Nick began before gasping as I took his nipple in my teeth and lightly bit. “God, yes.” He bucked up against me and I had to suppress a moan as he rubbed our cocks together. Much as I liked the feelings Nick was sending through my body, I pinned him down. I wanted to control our coupling and letting Nick send me over the edge before I was ready was not part of my plan.
Nick tugged on my hair and I allowed him to pull my mouth from his nipple. “I think you'll find the bruises are lower down.”
“I thought you weren't complaining.” I rather doubted that Nick really was.
“I'm not.” Whatever else Nick might have added was lost in his groan as I returned my mouth to him, sucking until his nipple had pebbled and then nipping it with my teeth. I ran a hand up and over his chest until I could tweak and roll his other nipple.
“Yes. There, please.” Nick bucked upwards against me, moaning as his fingers threaded through my hair and he pressed my mouth against his chest.
I grinned as I gave one further lick before I drifted south, following the trail of hair downwards. I could hear Nick panting and gasping as I drew nearer to where he so obviously wanted my mouth.
He opened his legs wider and mutely begged for my touch. Whimpering as I headed further south, veering to one side as I tracked kisses and nips down one of his thighs. It was hard to ignore what he was so temptingly offering to me, but I had promised him.
“James?” Nick's voice was strained and needy.
I couldn't help my smirk as I murmured, “Still looking for bruises to kiss better.”
“Fuck that. Get back up here.”
The need and desire in Nick's voice almost drove me back up but I was a man of my word. “Patience.” I let my mouth trail over his thigh as I sought out any tenderness, after all, the bruises, if he even had any, would appear over the next few days. I bowed my head at his wince, I had not realised I had hit him that hard. I muttered, “Sorry,” against his skin as I nuzzled and licked and kissed that sore spot. I spent considerable time making up for that hurt, more than Nick was happy with from the way he was tugging on my hair, desperately trying to lead me to where he wanted me to be.
Finally, I allowed him to guide my movements. After all, sucking Nick off would be a good way to apologise. That and the good, hard, long fuck I was planning for afterwards, with added rimming and felching of course. “Do you want something, Nick?” I asked.
“Bastard.” Nick's hips bucked upwards, bringing his cock, jutting oh so enticingly from its nest of ginger curls, nearer to my already drooling-in-anticipation mouth. His cock was full and glistening with pre-come and was just begging to be sucked. A bead appeared on the tip and I had swiped it with my tongue before I realised I had moved. I paused as I savoured the taste, tangy and bitter on my tongue.
Nick moaned as his hips moved restlessly. “Get on with it.”
“And you call me impatient?” I remarked rather calmly as I considered my next move. My gaze was drawn back to that lovely cock and before Nick could utter another syllable I pounced. My mouth stretched wide as I took all Nick had and more as he jerked and shoved in deeper.
I had to pause and fight off my gag-response as Nick drove his cock as deep down my throat as he could. The feeling of being so beautifully filled fought with the instinctive fear of something hard jammed down my throat and won. I pinned his hips down, not just because I wanted to be in control as I slowly tormented him, but because he seemed determined to get even further down my throat and I didn't think I could take any more of him.
I wasn't sure how long I could tease him for. He was hard and leaking and making those delightful needy moans that told me he was near. My own cock was heavy and leaking and I so wanted to bury it inside Nick that it almost hurt not too. I knew I wouldn't last long inside Nick, not as near as I was. Instead, I resolved to wank myself as I made Nick come. By the time I'd rimmed him I knew I'd be more than ready to give him that long, hard and through fuck he had asked for.
Taking myself in hand, I flexed my fingers around my own erection and moaned at the sensations I sent sparking along my nerves. I heard Nick's answering cry as my throat vibrated with that moan. I smirked around my mouthful as I purposely swallowed. I could feel his thigh muscles tense as I held him down. His moans so delightful as he tried to move, to thrust deeper and come.
I worked myself harder and faster as I began to slide up and down Nick's cock, gently rasping my teeth along his underside on the way up before I teased at his slit. Sliding back down to bury my nose in his curls and swallow around him again, over and over again as I moved faster and faster, listening to the cries and moans as he begged me for more.
My only warning came as Nick stiffened under my hands and then he was coming hard. I swallowed around him with every spurt he shot down my throat. The feeling of Nick coming apart under my touch was enough to trigger my own orgasm and I moaned around Nick's softening cock as I fell into bliss.
I came back to find myself lying between Nick's legs, my head resting on his thigh as he stroked my hair. I moaned softly but still felt too boneless to move just yet, I was more than comfortable where I was with Nick's cock only a lick away. Hmm. Not a bad idea. I stuck my tongue out and took a swipe, savouring the taste in my mouth as I half-dozed in contentment.
“Are you back with me, James?” I didn't reply as I lay at least half-asleep. I could feel his hand continue to stroke over my hair and then down further as he rubbed at a spot just behind and below my ear. I couldn't help reacting, tilting my head to give him better access as my leg gave a couple of definite twitches. I felt more than heard Nick's chuckle. “So, you do still react the same as a human.”
I froze as shock warred with disbelief. Finally, I growled and pulled away to scowl at Nick. As I moved to get off the bed, I felt Nick's arms around me, preventing my escape as he kissed the back on my neck. I heard my voice as though from a great distance. Flat. Each word growled out and bitten off. “I. Am. Not. An. Animal.”
“I'm sorry, James. Love.” Nick kept a tight hold on me as he continued to press kisses against my skin. “You know I don't think that. Please, love. I'm sorry. I didn't think.”
“You never do.” My voice still sounded flat to my ears and I heard Nick sorrowful sigh behind me.
“Please forgive me, James.”
The plea and sorrow in Nick's voice reached me and I gave an experimental sniff. I sighed softly as I let Nick hold me. I didn't need my nose to tell me he was sorry, that he hadn't meant anything by his action. I just hated to be reminded that I wasn't... what? Entirely human? I just didn't know. Did being a werewolf make me less than human? How could I know until and unless I met another werewolf? All I did know was how my parents had reacted when I had informed them I was bisexual. Seeing them react that badly to just finding out my sexuality, was it any wonder I feared how they'd react to me telling them I was a werewolf, especially when I could have proved it so easily. Their reaction had been one of the reasons I had kept that secret buried for so many years, that and the various books I had read and films I had watched in my miss-spent youth. Would everyone react like that? Would they fear me? Hate me? Lock me up and experiment on me? I just couldn't risk it and had locked myself away. Until Nick had realised I was a werewolf and had still wanted to be with me, had still treated me as human. He had won my heart, my trust and my all that day. As for Connor, I sometimes still regretted letting him learn the truth, especially with instances such as the dog treats. But he had never treated me any differently and had even looked out for me during the Leek incident. I sighed. I owed him so much for that, for stopping me Shifting and scaring the hell out of my team... and possibly, even preventing them shooting me. Getting shot hurt and I had had no wish to experience the sensation again.
Nick was still begging for my forgiveness as I came back from my musings. I realised I couldn't deny him. I smiled as I also realised I should have known, should have expected him to try. He was a bloody scientist for God's sake.
I pulled free of his arms and heard a harsh sob from Nick. Pain lanced through my heart as I realised Nick thought he had lost me and I could hear his heart break as he begged me to stay. His pleas swept all my lingering anger and fears away and replaced them with the need to protect and comfort my mate. I swiftly turned and gathered him in my arms... pulling him into a kiss, deep and full of longing and love. “I forgive you, love.”
Nick's eyes were shiny with unshed tears, his voice cracking slightly as he asked in both disbelief and hope, “You do?
“You're a bloody scientist, always meddling where you shouldn't.” I caressed his cheek. “I'm surprised you haven't asked anything before. For that matter, I'm surprised I haven't had a list of questions from Connor. I've been expecting his pestering every since he found out.”
“You always go quiet whenever one of us mentions werewolves.” Nick sighed. “Connor noticed before I did.” At my amused snort, he added, “Yes, I know. I don't notice anything unless it's pointed out to me.” He sighed softly. “We... I decided to let you talk about it when you are ready, James.”
I quirked an eyebrow, “Connor's not asking questions? Wonders will never cease.”
Nick managed a smile. “He's scared he'd lose his job if he did. You weren't happy about the dog biscuits, love. He spent over a week walking on egg-shells around you.”
I snorted. “Connor having a moment of common sense, I'm in shock.” I sighed softly, “I'm not going to fire him for asking questions.”
“But you're also not going to tell him the answers either?” Nick asked softly.
I paused as I considered my response. I knew Nick wasn't only asking if I'd answer Connor's questions, but his own as well. I sighed softly as I gave his question the serious thought it, and he, deserved. Could I open up after all these years? Even to the man I loved? I caught sight of the hopeful look on Nick's face, even as he tried to hide it from me. “I don't know. I...” I shook my head. “I just don't know. I've spent so bloody long hiding the truth. To talk about it...” I shook my head again as my inner wolf growled its fear of discovery. A cold shiver ran up my back and I could feel the hairs on my neck stand on end.
Nick rubbed my back, almost petting me. “Shh, I'm not asking for anything, love. I won't push for answers and neither will Connor.” He pressed a kiss against my hair. “I'm here if you want to talk, but only when you want to.”
I pressed my nose against his chest, breathing his familiar scent and slowly relaxing. I could hear the soft growls I was uttering under Nick's hands as he stroked my back and heard his soft chuckle. “Sorry, love, but you definitely purr.”
I made a half-hearted snarl at that comment but I felt too relaxed to argue. Instead I nuzzled against him until I felt his nipple under my lips. I smiled slightly as I gave it a quick, sharp nip. At his startled yelp I lathed the hurt away and pressed a kiss against it.
“I suppose you think I deserved that?” Nick asked as he continued to stroke down my back. “Just remember I still have toys to play with.”
I did remember that and felt my cock give a slight twitch of interest. I mumbled, “Tomorrow” against Nick's skin as I snuggled in closer.
There was a long pause and I was half-asleep when I heard Nick reply. “Since you're going to sleep on me, should I take that mumble to mean 'tomorrow'?” When I didn't answer, he wiggled down the bed and kissed my hair. “'Night, James.” Too sleepy to reply, I nuzzled against his shoulder and drifted off with the scent of Nick in my nostrils and the feel on his arms around me.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~4880
Characters: James Lester/Nick Cutter
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Part of my Under The Moonlight wolfverse. Follows on from A Walk In The Park. Thanks go to the ever-wonderful Fred for the beta.
I Shifted back to my human form and stretched with a satisfied sigh. The run and swim in the park had been just what I had needed. I smirked. Well, almost.
I was still feeling restless as I wandered somewhat aimlessly into the front room. I sighed as I caught sight of my briefcase propped against the settee, cursing softly as I recalled I had brought home the latest anomaly reports to read ahead of my meeting with the minister. A smile tugged at my lips as I mused about Christine. She would no doubt be there and I couldn't help wondering what she'd say. It had probably been long enough for her to be irritated by my response. Lack of response, I should say. I knew how bloody useless that meeting would no doubt prove to be, with Christine's reaction being the only enjoyable moment of the very slow-winded and utterly pointless waste of time.
But that still left me needing to read those bloody reports when it was the last thing I felt like doing. I dropped down onto the settee and pulled the reports out. Although I began to read them with the best intentions in the world, I was soon reduced to leafing through them and then just staring blindly at the words. I closed my eyes and let my head loll against the back of the settee. I just couldn't concentrate, no matter how much I tried. I sighed as I finally admitted defeat and dropped the reports back into my briefcase. Maybe I'd be able to concentrate on them later tonight or even tomorrow. I'd have a few hours to double-check my information before the meeting. Anomalies willing.
I knew I should check the media for anything anomaly (or Christine) related, but I had missed the television news and skimming through the newspaper would involve more effort than I could muster. I closed my eyes for a moment and then recalled we had teletext. I thought I could manage that so I picked up the remote and switched on the TV. I flicked through until I found the news headlines. It was more of the same – cat-fights in the Commons, the latest Royal news, yet another celebrity scandal, a rather nasty-sounding crash on the M25, a missing person – sadly all too common. But none of it succeeded in holding my attention for more than a few paragraphs at the most and I soon gave up in disgust. Switching it off again, I almost threw the remote onto the settee before I remembered myself and put it back in its proper place.
I finally gave into my restlessness and the urge to pace the room. My strides took me to the window overlooking the garden and to something that finally held my interest. The moon had always fascinated me since I was a child, the only changing thing in the unchanging sky. I had often waited for my parents to fall asleep before slipping out of my bed to stare at it. I smiled as I remembered my ninth birthday. My eldest sister had brought me a telescope, to my father's silent disapproval as he had never liked what he called 'useless' presents. But he hadn't forbidden its use, possibly mollified by one of my other presents that year, in his opinion, a rather more useful book on navigating by the stars. I had always made sure I had that book at hand when I had used the telescope and not only to convince my father that I was doing something constructive. I had found it interesting to read and the skill had proven useful more than once.
Once I had become a werewolf, my fascination with the moon had grown and I had delved into every book I could find on it. Openly I had looked at books on astronomy and space. My father had humphed over me being more interested in flying than anything land-based, but he had been somewhat mollified by the thought that I might join the Army Aviation Corps. He'd been less pleased by the realisation I might considered a career in the air force. In his opinion, that was only slightly better than not joining the military at all.
Secretly, I had perused books on astrology, mythology and any other subject that involved the moon. I had never brought them home, instead spending time in the library or reading them at my friends' houses. One of their mothers had New Age interests and hadn't minded my curiosity. She had already had a run in with my father, but had firmly promised him that she wouldn't tempt me with 'witchcraft' or any other such nonsense. I smiled slightly, she had kept her promise of course and we had both omitted to mention that I had read her collection of books. It had been one of my first lessons in keeping the letter of a rule whilst breaking its spirit that had served my well in my chosen careers. Surprisingly enough, it had been much more useful in the Civil Service than in my other role.
Shaking my head at my ruminations, I turned my attention back to the moon. She had always succeeded in gaining my attention, especially when she was like this. Full and shining in all her glory, looking so big as she hung low in the night sky. I knew her larger than normal size was an optical illusion but could easily understand why she had so fascinated people for so long. I also couldn't help wondering if her enlarged appearance might explain why I felt so on edge, even after my run in the park. I stared at the moon, mesmerised by her beauty, and felt my blood begin to pound harder as if in response to her siren call. A low growl escaped my throat and I barely constrained the howl that built in my chest. The need to move, to hunt, to fuck, to do something filled my mind.
A soft scuffle behind me had me spinning around with my hackles raised. I was alert and ready to attack any danger. I slowly relaxed as I realised the intruder was Nick and I breathed deeply as I allowed his much-loved scent to calm my blood as much as it served to awaken another part of my anatomy.
Nick narrowed his eyes as he approached and his gaze was assessing as he looked at me. “You're still feeling restless, aren't you? Didn't the walk help as all?”
“It did,” I replied. Then I added as I glanced at the moon. “Somewhat.” A smile tugged at my lips before I managed to hide it. Turning my attention back to Nick I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Even if my lover decided he had to flirt in front of me with a pretty young girl...”
“What?” Nick scowled. “You know exactly what I said to her.” He grinned as he added, “Or you would have if you hadn't been so busy looking for squirrels to chase or enjoying the attention she paid you.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, “Thinking about it, you were the one flirting with her.”
“I'll have you know I was pretending to be a well-behaved dog. I have standards to keep up, you know,” I said almost looking down my nose at Nick. “Unlike some shameless flirts.”
“Standards? You were loving the attention. I felt quite left out.” When I snorted at his pout, Nick added, “And I, unlike some, wasn't flirting with her. I told her quite clearly who I was with, not that I expect you were listening.”
Nick looked adorably put out as I pulled him against me. “I heard.” I pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “I can do at least two things at the same time.”
“And I can't?” Nick sounded both amused and wary, no doubt wandering what I might be planning.
“That would depend.” I replied as I let my hands drift downwards to grope his arse and my tongue plundered his mouth. Pulling away and smiling at Nick's response to my attention, I added, “And I know exactly which way you swing and what you like.”
“Which is?”
“Patience, love.” I nipped Nick's nose. “I do believe you promised to make me pay.” I gave him a suggestive smirk as I remembered how good some of his previous toys had felt. “Something about some toys you wanted to play with...”
“Mmmm.” Nick gave me a thoughtful look. “Maybe later. I'm not sure you've been good enough for them.”
“Oh?” I hadn't been? Well, a good, hard fuck would be just as good... actually, even better, as Nick's cock filled me and... Fuck! I needed to rein in my imagination before I came in my underwear. I had no wish to do that when I could come much more satisfactorily in Nick's mouth.
Nick chuckled, obviously realising the direction of my thoughts. “Keep those thoughts in mind, love.”
“Not a problem,” I muttered as I wrestled with my arousal, my cock was swollen with need and becoming somewhat uncomfortable in my trousers. I took a deep, calming breath as I latched onto Nick's previous comment in an attempt to regain at least some of my famous control. “So, what did I do to be a bad boy?”
“Ah.” Nick seemed to scrabble as he tried to remember whatever it was I had supposedly done. Finally he replied, “I'm sure I'll have bruises from your tail. Did you have to belt me that hard?”
I struggled to keep a straight face as Nick turned his puppy-dog look on me. He really needed to practice more... although it was a rather endearing look for him. “Shall I kiss them better?”
“It'll be a start.”
I quirked an eyebrow. Ah, so he was after a good, hard fuck from me. Well, giving was as good as receiving after all, and my lover had a very fine arse that I loved to be inside. All in all, a win-win situation for me and I saw no reason not to give Nick what he wanted. I bit back a smirk. There was no reason to rush. “Oh? So should I try and make it up to you.” I pressed my thigh between Nick's and felt his cock swell against me. “Maybe I should shag you until you can't walk straight.”
Nick moaned softly as he rubbed his growing hardness against my thigh. The feel of his thigh rubbing against me caused my own cock to twitch in growing need. “That would do for a start.”
“Hmmm, I thought it would.” I nipped his nose playfully before I decided to up the stakes. “So, if I rim you first and partake of some felching afterwards?”
“I believe I might be convinced you are a good boy.”
“Only might be?” I knew Nick could be convinced the world was flat if I rimmed and felched him.
Nick grinned. “If you make it worth my while.”
“I'm sure I can be persuasive.” Nick really had asked for this. I smirked as I began my assault on him, letting my hand drift down into Nick's trousers as I nuzzled at his neck. I heard his moan as I wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed. “What do you say to me having my wicked way with you?”
Nick's hips jerked forwards as he groaned. “Fuck!”
“Hmmm, that's the idea.” I pulled my hand free and quirked my eyebrow at him. “Are you still here?”
“Bastard.” I chuckled at Nick mutter as he took the stairs two at a time.
I started to follow him before I stopped as a much better idea occurred to me. I would make Nick wait for me. Besides giving him time to strip, it would give him time to get twitchy... I smiled dreamily as I imagined walking into our bedroom. Nick lying on the bed, naked and proud, his cock glistening with pre-come as he pumped it, slow and steady. His head thrown back as those endearing little noises emerged from his throat. Mmmmm. My cock gave a definite twitch and I abandoned my plans, taking just long enough to check the doors and windows and to set the alarm, before I bounded up the stairs after Nick.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered our bedroom. Nick looked just as good as I had imagined. No. He looked even better. I licked my lips at the sight of him. Naked on our bed, the moonlight clothing him in shadows and light. He looked so good, so bloody edible. I felt my heart fill with love and need and protectiveness as I heard a low growl echoed around the room.
“Took your time.” Nick groused from his position lying on our bed. One hand was brushing and tweaking his nipples while the other was busy between his legs.
I licked my lips again as I watched him pump that taut flesh slowly, pausing every now and again to collect the moisture beading at his tip before spreading it along his length. I so wanted to fall upon him, to swallow all of him down and have him empty his essence down my throat.
“Patience.” I muttered as much to myself as to Nick. I purposely turned my back on that mesmerising sight in an effort to regain my tattered control. I took my time stripping, folding my clothes neatly besides the heap of Nick's own. I made sure to give Nick a good look at my arse as I did so, bending over deliberately to tease him as I put my shoes under the chair. The needy moan and soft curse from the bed told me I had succeeded.
I turned around, ready to begin the torture and moaned as my cock became rock-hard. Nick had spread himself for me, his hand still between his legs, but now teasing his hole rather than his cock.
Nick grinned at the effect he was having on me. “Come and get me, love.”
I growled low in my belly as I straddled him, my lips hard against his as I let a finger trail along his velvet hardness. My other hand caressed ghost-light over his skin from shoulder to arse. I smiled at the moan and buck both actions provoked.
Oh, yes. I smiled as I remembered what I had promised to do. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, licking the corner of them before I nipped and nuzzled down his chin and neck to his chest.
Nick moaned under my attention as his hand stroked down my back. He finally managed to ask, “Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing?”
I continued my exploration of his chest, pausing to lick one of his nipples, before I replied, “Looking for bruises.”
“James...” Nick began before gasping as I took his nipple in my teeth and lightly bit. “God, yes.” He bucked up against me and I had to suppress a moan as he rubbed our cocks together. Much as I liked the feelings Nick was sending through my body, I pinned him down. I wanted to control our coupling and letting Nick send me over the edge before I was ready was not part of my plan.
Nick tugged on my hair and I allowed him to pull my mouth from his nipple. “I think you'll find the bruises are lower down.”
“I thought you weren't complaining.” I rather doubted that Nick really was.
“I'm not.” Whatever else Nick might have added was lost in his groan as I returned my mouth to him, sucking until his nipple had pebbled and then nipping it with my teeth. I ran a hand up and over his chest until I could tweak and roll his other nipple.
“Yes. There, please.” Nick bucked upwards against me, moaning as his fingers threaded through my hair and he pressed my mouth against his chest.
I grinned as I gave one further lick before I drifted south, following the trail of hair downwards. I could hear Nick panting and gasping as I drew nearer to where he so obviously wanted my mouth.
He opened his legs wider and mutely begged for my touch. Whimpering as I headed further south, veering to one side as I tracked kisses and nips down one of his thighs. It was hard to ignore what he was so temptingly offering to me, but I had promised him.
“James?” Nick's voice was strained and needy.
I couldn't help my smirk as I murmured, “Still looking for bruises to kiss better.”
“Fuck that. Get back up here.”
The need and desire in Nick's voice almost drove me back up but I was a man of my word. “Patience.” I let my mouth trail over his thigh as I sought out any tenderness, after all, the bruises, if he even had any, would appear over the next few days. I bowed my head at his wince, I had not realised I had hit him that hard. I muttered, “Sorry,” against his skin as I nuzzled and licked and kissed that sore spot. I spent considerable time making up for that hurt, more than Nick was happy with from the way he was tugging on my hair, desperately trying to lead me to where he wanted me to be.
Finally, I allowed him to guide my movements. After all, sucking Nick off would be a good way to apologise. That and the good, hard, long fuck I was planning for afterwards, with added rimming and felching of course. “Do you want something, Nick?” I asked.
“Bastard.” Nick's hips bucked upwards, bringing his cock, jutting oh so enticingly from its nest of ginger curls, nearer to my already drooling-in-anticipation mouth. His cock was full and glistening with pre-come and was just begging to be sucked. A bead appeared on the tip and I had swiped it with my tongue before I realised I had moved. I paused as I savoured the taste, tangy and bitter on my tongue.
Nick moaned as his hips moved restlessly. “Get on with it.”
“And you call me impatient?” I remarked rather calmly as I considered my next move. My gaze was drawn back to that lovely cock and before Nick could utter another syllable I pounced. My mouth stretched wide as I took all Nick had and more as he jerked and shoved in deeper.
I had to pause and fight off my gag-response as Nick drove his cock as deep down my throat as he could. The feeling of being so beautifully filled fought with the instinctive fear of something hard jammed down my throat and won. I pinned his hips down, not just because I wanted to be in control as I slowly tormented him, but because he seemed determined to get even further down my throat and I didn't think I could take any more of him.
I wasn't sure how long I could tease him for. He was hard and leaking and making those delightful needy moans that told me he was near. My own cock was heavy and leaking and I so wanted to bury it inside Nick that it almost hurt not too. I knew I wouldn't last long inside Nick, not as near as I was. Instead, I resolved to wank myself as I made Nick come. By the time I'd rimmed him I knew I'd be more than ready to give him that long, hard and through fuck he had asked for.
Taking myself in hand, I flexed my fingers around my own erection and moaned at the sensations I sent sparking along my nerves. I heard Nick's answering cry as my throat vibrated with that moan. I smirked around my mouthful as I purposely swallowed. I could feel his thigh muscles tense as I held him down. His moans so delightful as he tried to move, to thrust deeper and come.
I worked myself harder and faster as I began to slide up and down Nick's cock, gently rasping my teeth along his underside on the way up before I teased at his slit. Sliding back down to bury my nose in his curls and swallow around him again, over and over again as I moved faster and faster, listening to the cries and moans as he begged me for more.
My only warning came as Nick stiffened under my hands and then he was coming hard. I swallowed around him with every spurt he shot down my throat. The feeling of Nick coming apart under my touch was enough to trigger my own orgasm and I moaned around Nick's softening cock as I fell into bliss.
I came back to find myself lying between Nick's legs, my head resting on his thigh as he stroked my hair. I moaned softly but still felt too boneless to move just yet, I was more than comfortable where I was with Nick's cock only a lick away. Hmm. Not a bad idea. I stuck my tongue out and took a swipe, savouring the taste in my mouth as I half-dozed in contentment.
“Are you back with me, James?” I didn't reply as I lay at least half-asleep. I could feel his hand continue to stroke over my hair and then down further as he rubbed at a spot just behind and below my ear. I couldn't help reacting, tilting my head to give him better access as my leg gave a couple of definite twitches. I felt more than heard Nick's chuckle. “So, you do still react the same as a human.”
I froze as shock warred with disbelief. Finally, I growled and pulled away to scowl at Nick. As I moved to get off the bed, I felt Nick's arms around me, preventing my escape as he kissed the back on my neck. I heard my voice as though from a great distance. Flat. Each word growled out and bitten off. “I. Am. Not. An. Animal.”
“I'm sorry, James. Love.” Nick kept a tight hold on me as he continued to press kisses against my skin. “You know I don't think that. Please, love. I'm sorry. I didn't think.”
“You never do.” My voice still sounded flat to my ears and I heard Nick sorrowful sigh behind me.
“Please forgive me, James.”
The plea and sorrow in Nick's voice reached me and I gave an experimental sniff. I sighed softly as I let Nick hold me. I didn't need my nose to tell me he was sorry, that he hadn't meant anything by his action. I just hated to be reminded that I wasn't... what? Entirely human? I just didn't know. Did being a werewolf make me less than human? How could I know until and unless I met another werewolf? All I did know was how my parents had reacted when I had informed them I was bisexual. Seeing them react that badly to just finding out my sexuality, was it any wonder I feared how they'd react to me telling them I was a werewolf, especially when I could have proved it so easily. Their reaction had been one of the reasons I had kept that secret buried for so many years, that and the various books I had read and films I had watched in my miss-spent youth. Would everyone react like that? Would they fear me? Hate me? Lock me up and experiment on me? I just couldn't risk it and had locked myself away. Until Nick had realised I was a werewolf and had still wanted to be with me, had still treated me as human. He had won my heart, my trust and my all that day. As for Connor, I sometimes still regretted letting him learn the truth, especially with instances such as the dog treats. But he had never treated me any differently and had even looked out for me during the Leek incident. I sighed. I owed him so much for that, for stopping me Shifting and scaring the hell out of my team... and possibly, even preventing them shooting me. Getting shot hurt and I had had no wish to experience the sensation again.
Nick was still begging for my forgiveness as I came back from my musings. I realised I couldn't deny him. I smiled as I also realised I should have known, should have expected him to try. He was a bloody scientist for God's sake.
I pulled free of his arms and heard a harsh sob from Nick. Pain lanced through my heart as I realised Nick thought he had lost me and I could hear his heart break as he begged me to stay. His pleas swept all my lingering anger and fears away and replaced them with the need to protect and comfort my mate. I swiftly turned and gathered him in my arms... pulling him into a kiss, deep and full of longing and love. “I forgive you, love.”
Nick's eyes were shiny with unshed tears, his voice cracking slightly as he asked in both disbelief and hope, “You do?
“You're a bloody scientist, always meddling where you shouldn't.” I caressed his cheek. “I'm surprised you haven't asked anything before. For that matter, I'm surprised I haven't had a list of questions from Connor. I've been expecting his pestering every since he found out.”
“You always go quiet whenever one of us mentions werewolves.” Nick sighed. “Connor noticed before I did.” At my amused snort, he added, “Yes, I know. I don't notice anything unless it's pointed out to me.” He sighed softly. “We... I decided to let you talk about it when you are ready, James.”
I quirked an eyebrow, “Connor's not asking questions? Wonders will never cease.”
Nick managed a smile. “He's scared he'd lose his job if he did. You weren't happy about the dog biscuits, love. He spent over a week walking on egg-shells around you.”
I snorted. “Connor having a moment of common sense, I'm in shock.” I sighed softly, “I'm not going to fire him for asking questions.”
“But you're also not going to tell him the answers either?” Nick asked softly.
I paused as I considered my response. I knew Nick wasn't only asking if I'd answer Connor's questions, but his own as well. I sighed softly as I gave his question the serious thought it, and he, deserved. Could I open up after all these years? Even to the man I loved? I caught sight of the hopeful look on Nick's face, even as he tried to hide it from me. “I don't know. I...” I shook my head. “I just don't know. I've spent so bloody long hiding the truth. To talk about it...” I shook my head again as my inner wolf growled its fear of discovery. A cold shiver ran up my back and I could feel the hairs on my neck stand on end.
Nick rubbed my back, almost petting me. “Shh, I'm not asking for anything, love. I won't push for answers and neither will Connor.” He pressed a kiss against my hair. “I'm here if you want to talk, but only when you want to.”
I pressed my nose against his chest, breathing his familiar scent and slowly relaxing. I could hear the soft growls I was uttering under Nick's hands as he stroked my back and heard his soft chuckle. “Sorry, love, but you definitely purr.”
I made a half-hearted snarl at that comment but I felt too relaxed to argue. Instead I nuzzled against him until I felt his nipple under my lips. I smiled slightly as I gave it a quick, sharp nip. At his startled yelp I lathed the hurt away and pressed a kiss against it.
“I suppose you think I deserved that?” Nick asked as he continued to stroke down my back. “Just remember I still have toys to play with.”
I did remember that and felt my cock give a slight twitch of interest. I mumbled, “Tomorrow” against Nick's skin as I snuggled in closer.
There was a long pause and I was half-asleep when I heard Nick reply. “Since you're going to sleep on me, should I take that mumble to mean 'tomorrow'?” When I didn't answer, he wiggled down the bed and kissed my hair. “'Night, James.” Too sleepy to reply, I nuzzled against his shoulder and drifted off with the scent of Nick in my nostrils and the feel on his arms around me.
