Werewolf drabbles
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tsaikoMust be the phase of the moon or something. Everyone's thinking about werewolves. Three drabbles I wrote in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skylark97's comments. Totally out of order time wise.
It was hard to believe that at one point, Gene had been terrified of the idea of Jesse as a werewolf. Being a werewolf was scary enough. Being one that completely lost his humanity during the full moon? That was beyond terrifying. Jesse hated him enough when he was human. Gene had decided that he never, ever wanted to know what Jesse's wolf instincts thought of him. He liked all his body parts where they were, thank you.
That was before he'd locked himself in the dungeon of the old McGregor Castle with Jesse on the night of the full moon. There had been no other way. They'd been too close to the village to just let Jesse run free and no other place would hold a berserk werewolf. Gene had figured that he was as good as dead.
Until he realized that Jesse transformed didn't see him as a threat. Instead, he saw Gene as a mate.
"Hey Puppy," Gene said as he was pushed against the wall that bordered the Thomson's farm. The werewolf made a soft sound of greeting before carefully licking his neck. Geren supposed he should call him Jesse, but he couldn't reconcile the guy that loathed him and the werewolf that wanted him. So he called the werewolf Puppy. "Feeling affectionate tonight?"
In response, Puppy turned him around until his hands were braced against the wall. There was warm breath on the back of his neck, and clawed fingers spanning his hipbones. Heat curled low in his stomach. "Yeah, feeling real affectionate tonight." Puppy growled low in his throat, pulling at Gene's pants until Gene had to either undo the button or have them ripped off.
It was going to be a rough night. He'd probably wind up with more than his fair share of bruises and scratches by the end. It was just as well no suspected the real reason he looked like he did after every full moon. Gene would never live it down if people found out that he bottomed for the werewolf that normally hated his guts.
***
Jesse knew there was trouble when he walked into the room and the Alphas from the four largest packs in the area were there. He brought his head up, put his shoulders back, and walked quickly to the table. Four sets of eyes - two yellow, one golden, and one brown - followed his progress. Pride was the only thing that kept him from diverting his gaze.
"The werewolf has found a way to escape his cage," Martin said. They always referred to his other self as "the werewolf." Which was just as well. He wasn't in control of what he did in that form, couldn't even remember what happened. As a werewolf, he might as well be another person. It helped to disassociate himself from what occurred when he took that form. Less guilt and self-recrimination that way.
"It hasn't hurt anyone, has it?"
"No," Martin replied. "But an issue has arisen."
Something cold settled in his stomach. The packs had every right to kill him for what he was. Jesse's father had fought long and hard against it, and once his father had passed, he'd done everything in his power to keep his father's wish. Even during the days when he thought it would be simpler just to let them kill him. "I can make the cage stronger. There are reinforcements that can..."
"That won't be necessary." This from Noah, the Alpha of the largest pack. "And we're not going to kill you. That won't be necessary either. It seems that your werewolf self has found his mate."
"Mate?" If he hadn't already been sitting, Jesse's legs would have given out from under him. A mate? It didn't happen often to those who were completely feral in werewolf form, but when it did... it offered a rare chance of legitimacy. A feral werewolf would listen to its mate no matter what, and that alone would cause the packs to accept one living in their midst. Assuming that the packs could trust the person the werewolf had mated with. "Who is it?"
All four Alphas looked extremely uncomfortable. Emma was the one who finally broke the silence.
"The werewolf's mate is Gene Preston."
Oh no. No. He refused to believe it. "Him? I... the werewolf is mated to HIM?!?"
It was like his worse nightmare had come true.
***
Jesse had yelled, but that wasn't anything new. Jesse was always yelling at him. Or ignoring him. Or occasionally punching him. The yelling was the most comforting, familiar thing about this whole debacle. It was the silence that Gene was worried about. Silence meant that Jesse was changing or had changed into his werewolf form. A form that Jesse couldn't control. A form that would very likely eat him form dinner.
Gene tested the crowbar he'd wedged into the cell lock, reassured by it solid weight. It wouldn't hold against a crazy werewolf, but it might at least slow him down. Really, that's the best he could hope for at this point. At least he'd die a hero, having made sure that the feral werewolf hadn't attacked the village.
A low growl came out of the darkness and Gene quickly moved to the farthest corner of the cell, which was not nearly deep enough for his liking. It was the only one was at least semi-sound though. Moonlight fell through a barred window. Gene watched as it slowly revealed a thin, sharp muzzle. The werewolf was growling, but it wasn't baring its teeth. That was a good sign right?
Not much of one Gene decided as the rest of the werewolf revealed itself. It was big even for a werewolf. It walked upright on muscled legs, though it dropped to all fours in order to sniff the ground. Silver light edged its dark fur. Inch long claws scraped the stone floor, before it looked up at him.
It saw him. The werewolf was at the bars in one bound, muzzle pressed as far as it could go. Gene flinched. The werewolf's growl deepened. One arm reached forward and snagged his ankle. He kicked, felt his foot connect and heard the pained yelp, and then it was captured as well. Gene was yanked towards the bars, sharp claws digging slightly into his skin. he curled into a ball.
Going to die. Going to die. Going to die.
Therefor Gene was totally unprepared for when the werewolf snuffled him a bit before it licked him.
"Wha..." The werewolf wasn't trying to kill him, unless licking to death was bizarre new way to die. Instead it was sniffing him and wagging its tail.
"Oh for the love of... you're nothing but a big puppy."
The werewolf seemed to chuff in agreement.
skylark97's comments. Totally out of order time wise.It was hard to believe that at one point, Gene had been terrified of the idea of Jesse as a werewolf. Being a werewolf was scary enough. Being one that completely lost his humanity during the full moon? That was beyond terrifying. Jesse hated him enough when he was human. Gene had decided that he never, ever wanted to know what Jesse's wolf instincts thought of him. He liked all his body parts where they were, thank you.
That was before he'd locked himself in the dungeon of the old McGregor Castle with Jesse on the night of the full moon. There had been no other way. They'd been too close to the village to just let Jesse run free and no other place would hold a berserk werewolf. Gene had figured that he was as good as dead.
Until he realized that Jesse transformed didn't see him as a threat. Instead, he saw Gene as a mate.
"Hey Puppy," Gene said as he was pushed against the wall that bordered the Thomson's farm. The werewolf made a soft sound of greeting before carefully licking his neck. Geren supposed he should call him Jesse, but he couldn't reconcile the guy that loathed him and the werewolf that wanted him. So he called the werewolf Puppy. "Feeling affectionate tonight?"
In response, Puppy turned him around until his hands were braced against the wall. There was warm breath on the back of his neck, and clawed fingers spanning his hipbones. Heat curled low in his stomach. "Yeah, feeling real affectionate tonight." Puppy growled low in his throat, pulling at Gene's pants until Gene had to either undo the button or have them ripped off.
It was going to be a rough night. He'd probably wind up with more than his fair share of bruises and scratches by the end. It was just as well no suspected the real reason he looked like he did after every full moon. Gene would never live it down if people found out that he bottomed for the werewolf that normally hated his guts.
***
Jesse knew there was trouble when he walked into the room and the Alphas from the four largest packs in the area were there. He brought his head up, put his shoulders back, and walked quickly to the table. Four sets of eyes - two yellow, one golden, and one brown - followed his progress. Pride was the only thing that kept him from diverting his gaze.
"The werewolf has found a way to escape his cage," Martin said. They always referred to his other self as "the werewolf." Which was just as well. He wasn't in control of what he did in that form, couldn't even remember what happened. As a werewolf, he might as well be another person. It helped to disassociate himself from what occurred when he took that form. Less guilt and self-recrimination that way.
"It hasn't hurt anyone, has it?"
"No," Martin replied. "But an issue has arisen."
Something cold settled in his stomach. The packs had every right to kill him for what he was. Jesse's father had fought long and hard against it, and once his father had passed, he'd done everything in his power to keep his father's wish. Even during the days when he thought it would be simpler just to let them kill him. "I can make the cage stronger. There are reinforcements that can..."
"That won't be necessary." This from Noah, the Alpha of the largest pack. "And we're not going to kill you. That won't be necessary either. It seems that your werewolf self has found his mate."
"Mate?" If he hadn't already been sitting, Jesse's legs would have given out from under him. A mate? It didn't happen often to those who were completely feral in werewolf form, but when it did... it offered a rare chance of legitimacy. A feral werewolf would listen to its mate no matter what, and that alone would cause the packs to accept one living in their midst. Assuming that the packs could trust the person the werewolf had mated with. "Who is it?"
All four Alphas looked extremely uncomfortable. Emma was the one who finally broke the silence.
"The werewolf's mate is Gene Preston."
Oh no. No. He refused to believe it. "Him? I... the werewolf is mated to HIM?!?"
It was like his worse nightmare had come true.
***
Jesse had yelled, but that wasn't anything new. Jesse was always yelling at him. Or ignoring him. Or occasionally punching him. The yelling was the most comforting, familiar thing about this whole debacle. It was the silence that Gene was worried about. Silence meant that Jesse was changing or had changed into his werewolf form. A form that Jesse couldn't control. A form that would very likely eat him form dinner.
Gene tested the crowbar he'd wedged into the cell lock, reassured by it solid weight. It wouldn't hold against a crazy werewolf, but it might at least slow him down. Really, that's the best he could hope for at this point. At least he'd die a hero, having made sure that the feral werewolf hadn't attacked the village.
A low growl came out of the darkness and Gene quickly moved to the farthest corner of the cell, which was not nearly deep enough for his liking. It was the only one was at least semi-sound though. Moonlight fell through a barred window. Gene watched as it slowly revealed a thin, sharp muzzle. The werewolf was growling, but it wasn't baring its teeth. That was a good sign right?
Not much of one Gene decided as the rest of the werewolf revealed itself. It was big even for a werewolf. It walked upright on muscled legs, though it dropped to all fours in order to sniff the ground. Silver light edged its dark fur. Inch long claws scraped the stone floor, before it looked up at him.
It saw him. The werewolf was at the bars in one bound, muzzle pressed as far as it could go. Gene flinched. The werewolf's growl deepened. One arm reached forward and snagged his ankle. He kicked, felt his foot connect and heard the pained yelp, and then it was captured as well. Gene was yanked towards the bars, sharp claws digging slightly into his skin. he curled into a ball.
Going to die. Going to die. Going to die.
Therefor Gene was totally unprepared for when the werewolf snuffled him a bit before it licked him.
"Wha..." The werewolf wasn't trying to kill him, unless licking to death was bizarre new way to die. Instead it was sniffing him and wagging its tail.
"Oh for the love of... you're nothing but a big puppy."
The werewolf seemed to chuff in agreement.
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Date: 2/11/08 03:17 pm (UTC)Jesse woke up to the smell of sleep. Sleep had it's own smell: a bit of salt from sweat, warmth from body heat, a faint cotton/detergent smell from the sheets, and above all the concentrated scent of mate mingled with his own. The scene of home.
His arm was asleep, but that wasn't anything new. Gene often slept wrapped around an arm or a leg. Like he was afraid Jesse would slip off into the night if he didn't hold on. The few times he'd slipped out to use the bathroom or check on something during the night, he'd come back to bed only to find Gene wrapped around his pillow instead. Jesse found it ridiculous that he could be jealous of a feather filled substitute.
And that had been his first clue, that slight irritation. The second had been when he realized that it felt strange for him to wake up the night after a full moon without Gene by his side. Jesse had whined, low in throat, before he caught himself. The third clue was when Gene had gotten sick one night and he'd instantly woke up at his absence. When had not having Gene in his bed become the unusual enough to wake him from a dead sleep?
There were a host of little things that shouldn't make it true. Gene still annoyed the shit out of him. He was too loud. He took minor things too seriously and serious things to casually. He was always flirting with everyone. He couldn't leave Jesse alone but had to poke and prod at him until he figured out what was going on in Jesse's mind. He was so damn irritating.
Despite all that, Jesse had realized that when push came to shove, he would gladly lay down his life to save Gene's.
They'd been together for over four years now and Jesse was beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, he'd fallen in love with Gene. Which made him feel absolutely ridiculous. How did one tell the guy you'd been mated to for four years, co-habitating with for three, and officially married to for two that you'd just realized you love him? Wasn't that supposed to have come before everything else?
The best course of action, Jesse decided, was to burrow his nose into the crook of Gene's neck and make a firm commitment to worry about it later.
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Date: 2/12/08 01:21 am (UTC)oh jesse. {pets him} love, love, love! thank you!
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Date: 2/12/08 01:38 am (UTC)(I have one last part I'm going to get done tonight, so if you hang around for a few more minutes I'll have one more part up).
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Date: 2/11/08 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/11/08 04:06 pm (UTC)The worse had been that they'd tried to get him to move in with Gene.
"No," Jesse said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like a snarl. "I have lived on my own for four years..." since my father died "...and I will not move in with someone else." They argued for another twenty minutes, but Jesse refused to budge. Then they'd suggested that Gene move in with him and it was another twenty minutes of arguing because he didn't want anyone else in his house.
Separate. He would agree to be with Gene on the nights before and after the full moon, as well as the night of the full, but no more. It was something Jesse felt he could live with. If things changed in the future, he'd deal with it then. Just not now.
Gene was waiting for him in the hallway. Jesse hesitated in the doorway before he stepped forward. Would he feel any different towards Gene now? Was this why Jesse always felt so out of sorts whenever he was around? Had he somehow known that they were mates?
"It doesn't matter what they told you. We don't need to live together. I mean, I've been doing fine for over six months now. You in werewolf form just sort of find me wherever I am. Nothing has to..."
Jesse saw red and seized on the most convenient reason "You've known that the werewolf could get out of its cage for over six months and you didn't tell anyone? What if it had hurt someone? Or killed them? I'm a feral werewolf! Do you have any idea what that means?" His breathing was harsh.
"I... "
"Forget about it. I don't want to hear your apologies." Jesse turned on his heel and stalked away. He just could not deal with this right now.
It was only much, much later that Jesse started to wonder if the reason he was so mad was because Gene hadn't told anyone about him escaping his cage or because it was obvious that Gene didn't want to live with him.
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Date: 2/12/08 01:22 am (UTC){claps} excellent reaction.
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Date: 2/11/08 03:13 am (UTC)That being said...SQUEE!! *tackle glomps* I LOVE it! ^_____^ I really love the idea that Jesse's a feral werewolf and that if he does anything untoward, he'll be killed, and I like that the whole mate thing seems like the ideal solution to his problems...until he realizes that it's Gene. XD Poor, poor guy.
And Gene! *snickers* I love how he is all ready to die for the village and then Jesse the werewolf is all about licking him. ^___^ I don't envy him trying to explain what all has been happening to human!Jesse now that Jesse knows...
<3333 I love my flist. ^_____^ *tackle hearts*
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Date: 2/12/08 01:02 am (UTC)"You know, I haven't been letting the werewolf out of the cage," Gene said as they waited on the back porch for the moon to rise. "I know you think I have, but I haven't. The werewolf always got out on his own."
"I never said you did let it out," Jesse replied after a while. The moonrise was late this day, long after night had fallen. It meant it was going to be a short night. Gene didn't think Jesse minded the shorter nights, but he wished he had more time to spend with Puppy. Even if he was dead tired the next day.
"I know you didn't say it, but you thought it."
"You really shouldn't try to guess what I'm thinking. You've never been very good at it." Jesse turned to look at him with eyes that were more green than blue. "Its easier to ask than to try and guess." There was a long pause where nothing but the crickets made a sound. "Why didn't you tell others?"
"Tell others what?"
"That there was a feral running around. I know you're big on the threats werewolves pose to humans. Even if you did realize know it was me, why didn't you tell anyone?" Gene blinked and his mind flailed. How did he answer this question without totally getting punched or yelled at? While his brain was still trying to come up with a good answer, his mouth was already open and speaking.
"It's hard be threatened by a giant wolf like thing that only seems intent on snuffling you, licking you and romping around like a big puppy."
Okay, not what he intended to say. Jesse was staring at him. Then he sighed, which in Gene's mind was a lot better than how it could have been.
"Licked you?"
"Yes. A whole lot."
"I don't need to hear this." There was the faintest edge of tension in Jesse's voice.
"Sometimes in interesting places."
"You can stop now."
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Date: 2/12/08 12:41 am (UTC)His father was the one that had taken him aside and explained about the packs. The town's boundaries were made up of huge farmland tracts. Bordering the tracts were forests and streams. These were guarded to four large werewolf packs and a dozen smaller family units. In return for guarding the town, the werewolves were treated like normal people instead of feared and hated.
That didn't mean they didn't have to be vigilant. Werewolves had their own laws, their own customs, but even they needed help. It was the duty of every villager to watch for rogues and ferals. Rogues especially. Rogue were werewolves looked just like normal werewolves when the moon was full except they'd lost their humanity. They could still think like a human. They just didn't care if they killed them.
Ferals, like Earl Holden's boy, at least looked different. When the full moon hit they didn't change completely into wolves. Instead they turned into half-wolf, half-human creatures with no humanity in them. They weren't evil. They just weren't human. All they had were their lupine instincts to go on.
Gene always remembered what his father had told him. So on the first day of school, he'd spent the entire time watching Jesse Holden right up until he'd punched him in the nose. Which had just gone to prove that his father was right. Ferals needed to be watched to make sure they didn't cause problems.
And really, that's when his troubles began.
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Date: 2/12/08 01:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/11/08 07:46 am (UTC)*flings arm up*
C'mon Tsaiko, clear up this issue! XD Please?
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Date: 2/12/08 01:41 am (UTC)Jesse hadn't meant to cause trouble today. He really hadn't. Then again, he never meant to get in trouble at school. Yet despite all his effort to remain trouble free, trouble often found him.
Unsurprisingly, the reason he was now sitting on the bench in front of the head teacher's office was because of Gene. Gene was sitting on the complete opposite end of the bench from him, trying to pretend he wasn't there. Which was fine by Jesse.
"Mr. Holden. I do believe it's your turn to explain what happened."
Mr. Sinclair held the door open and Norman, still sporting a black eye and a bloody lip, came out. Jesse growled low in his throat. The other werewolf dropped his eyes and moved swiftly to the other side of the hall. "Mr. Holden, that is enough. Inside my office now."
Gene was watching him. Jesse didn't even need to look to know it. He could just tell. It set his teeth on edge, the way he could feel it when Gene watching him. And Gene was always watching him. Ever since their first day of school.
"Have a seat, Mr. Holden." Jesse gingerly settled himself in the chair on the other side of the desk. Mr. Sinclair sat down in his own chair, steepled his hands, and gave him a considering look. It was one Jesse had seen many, many times. "Care to explain why you felt the need to start punching Mr. Wright?"
He wanted to tell Mr. Sinclair the truth, but he didn't know. It wasn't like Norman had been doing anything but talking to Gene. But something about Gene's posture, or maybe his scent, had told Jesse that something was wrong. Very wrong. When Norman had reached forward, Jesse had moved forward without thinking. The next thing he knew his fist was making contact with Norman's face. That was the truth, but Jesse doubted it was a good idea to tell Mr. Sinclair that.
This was going to be a long, long conversation.
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Date: 2/12/08 02:37 am (UTC)Wait, was this high school or elementary? Do elementary boys do that? The way you wrote it, though, they sound young.
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Date: 2/11/08 01:55 pm (UTC)Please please please may I have some help finding the original story? I must read up more on these two.
Great work by the way, I love how you wrote so concisely about them... and I had to snicker about the Puppy comments for a long while. Really enjoyed it all.
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Date: 2/11/08 04:32 pm (UTC)"You know, feral werewolves are not given a wolf name."
"Really? Why not?" Gene asked. It was so rare that Jesse talked about what he was and how it related to the packs. Gene did his best not to pry, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. Being curious about everything that had to deal with Jesse had always been a fault of his.
"There's no point. A feral werewolf won't acknowledge it. It's just a word with no meaning." Jesse snorted. "There's some people who say that the only name a feral will respond to is the one given to them by their mate, but most werewolves think it's just... you gave it a name, didn't you?"
Gene realized his face must have gone pale, because Jesse was suddenly look at him with way too much intensity. Smooth. He needed to be smooth. "So... er... how about that weather?
"Gene, what do you call me when I'm in werewolf form?" Jesse said in that even, dangerous tone of his. Gene swallowed hard.
Oh dear lord, he was doomed.
"Puppy," Gene replied, wincing even as he said the word. Jesse stared at him in open mouth shock. For a few blessed seconds Gene actually thought that he might get out of this without being yelled out. Then incoherent rage took over Jesse features. This was going to get loud. At that very moment, the full moon crested the horizon.
Gene had never, ever been so glad to see Jesse change in his life.
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Date: 2/11/08 05:22 pm (UTC)Oh dear... I reiterate, these two are TOO cute!
That has got to be one of the funniest conversations I have read all week. Please, you have to write their story, YOUHAVETOWRITETHEIRSTORY!!
There are so many ways to intergrate all that I have read into a proper tale, and still have a quietly pleased and 'not arrogant enough a person to be smug' Gene at the end of it.
So tell me, what will it take to write their story? Do I have to bribe? Tell me I can bribe?!
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Date: 2/12/08 01:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/11/08 06:23 pm (UTC)so sweet!
I love Puppy. Please can we have more Puppy?
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Date: 2/11/08 07:35 pm (UTC)likesloves him, please?(no subject)
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