Feral Wolf, PG-13, four drabbles
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tsaikoOkay, these are some of the ones that I think fit in the first part. Which means it doesn't involve Gene and Jesse's adopted kids. Posted separately so people don't lose them in the comments of the last post.
karinaspellman: something grossly domestic and mushy! :D and cutesy?
The moon had risen just before sunset, which always made werewolves cranky and Jesse in particular. He'd paced the confines of the cabin, working on one thing then another then anothe before setting it aside and doing something else. He also snapped whenever Gene asked him something. Gene was almost use to it by now. It was kind of endearing in it's way.
Once the chage happened, however, things quickly went down hill. Gene did the dishes and Puppy stuck his nose in the water and then shook it every where. When he dried them, Puppy kept snapping at the towel. He swept the floor, and Puppy chased the broom in mock aggression. He went to fold the blankets, and Puppy would grab one leading to a game of "GIVE THAT BACK THAT IS NOT A TOY!"
Everywhere he went in the cabin, everything he did, Puppy was right there.
"That's it," Gene said. He grabbed Puppy by the scruff of his neck and pulled. There was no way he could have moved Puppy if Puppy didn't want to be moved. Not only did Puppy have two feet and several hundred pounds on him, but he also had a feral's superhuman strength and agility. That didn't stop Puppy from meekly tripping along as Gene headed towards the door.
"Out!" Gene said, opening the door and pointing. Puppy whined and slunk low. "No seriously. Out."
Then, in a complete reversal of body language, Puppy licked his face before happily bounding down the porch steps to roll in the grass. Gene sighed.
"Some days you are even more frustrating that Jesse."
dameange: Gene *and* Jesse's reactions to the first time they have sex when Jesse is a human
Author's Note: Despite what it seemed like, Jesse and Gene's wedding night was not their first time. It was just their first time having married sex. Which if you ask Jesse, made no difference and if you ask Gene, made all the difference in the world. XD
Jesse was in Gene's bed. This wasn't that unusual a situation except for one thing. It was not a night around the full moon. Therefore, there was no reason for him to be in Gene's bed.
Unless you counted the whole having sex thing.
He rolled over only to find that Gene was still in bed with him. Jesse went absolutely still. What was he supposed to think about last night? How was he supposed to react? Would it change anything between them? Worse, would it not change anything between them?
The kiss had been unexpected, which was odd considering he was the one who'd initiated it. But Gene had gone along with it. That meant something. When Jesse had taken it farther than he'd meant to, Gene had gone along with that as well. That had to mean something.
Gene stirred, making an irritated sound.
"Go to sleep, Puppy."
The correct reaction to that was probably not to kick Gene out of bed. Jesse did it anyway.
fullmetalcute: author's choice!
His mate was crying. He could smell the scent of salt, would be able to taste them if he dared to lick. The werewolf didn't dare. There was blood on his muzzle, bright red matting is fur, and he instinctively knew that getting it on his mate would only upset him more. Instead, the werewolf whined low in his throat. There was nothing he could do to make this better.
The half-wolf, the one who had tried to attack his mate, was still alive. He lay panting on the other side of the clearing. The werewolf could smell his pain. Good. Good. That would teach the half-wolf to attack what was his.
"Oh god, he could have killed me," his mate said. The werewolf didn't understand the words but could read the tone. He very carefully leaned back on his hind legs, and wrapped his arms around his mate. His mate responded by burying his face against the werewolf's fur.
A sudden gust of wind brought with it the scent of half-wolves and non-wolves. The werewolf growled. He pulled away from his mate and dropped to all fours. The fur on his neck raised and he snarled as the first of the half-wolves came into the clearing.
"Gene move! That feral is dangerous." One of the non-wolves was speaking. The werewolf put himself between his mate and those coming towards him. The leading wolves were beginning to circle, legs stiff as they stalked forward.
"Stop it! Stop it all of you!" His mate had a hold of the scruff of his neck and was pulling him back. "Stay over there, Dad. He's trying to protect me. Sit, Puppy. Sit. Please just sit."
For a few seconds, the werewolf strained against his instincts. His mate was still crying and his voice had taken on a desperate, pleading edge. That was what decided him. No one should make his mate sound like that. Not even him. Not if he could help it.
Very carefully, the werewolf obeyed his mate and sat.
"Good Puppy. Good. Thank you," his mate whispered. Then he turned towards the group. "The wolf over there attacked me. He saved me. He won't hurt anyone."
As soon as his mate's back was turned to him, the werewolf showed all his teeth to the half-wolves and non-wolves. He would listen to his mate. He would trust his mate. But if they tried anything, he would hurt them.
skylark97: They still haven't *actually* said I love you to each other?
"Love you," Gene said sleepily into Jesse's shoulder. Jesse made himself stay relaxed. If he tensed up, Gene would wake up. Then he'd ask what was wrong. Then when Jesse told him nothing - because really what answer could he give to that question? - Gene would make all sorts of assumptions. Just like he always did.
Soon Gene was asleep, his breath deep and even. Jesse was not so lucky. Something inside was restless. And he knew what. It was his other half. The damn werewolf.
Minutes stretched into hours and Jesse stared up at the wooden ceiling. He didn't know how he felt about Gene being in love with him. Jesse had always assumed... well, that was where he'd gone wrong. He'd assumed that Gene loved the werewolf and that meant he couldn't love him as well. But this was Gene and Gene was just stupid enough to love them both.
Did he love Gene back? Jesse wasn't going to say it if he didn't mean it. Even when Gene couldn't hear it.
Strangely enough, once he realized the problem, it didn't take Jesse long to decide how he felt.
"I love you too," Jesse whispered into Gene's hair. He felt the tension in him ease. It wasn't always easy to figure out what the werewolf inside of him wanted him to do, but sometimes he got lucky.
As sleep began to steal over him, Jesse nuzzled Gene and hummed in content.
karinaspellman: something grossly domestic and mushy! :D and cutesy?
The moon had risen just before sunset, which always made werewolves cranky and Jesse in particular. He'd paced the confines of the cabin, working on one thing then another then anothe before setting it aside and doing something else. He also snapped whenever Gene asked him something. Gene was almost use to it by now. It was kind of endearing in it's way.
Once the chage happened, however, things quickly went down hill. Gene did the dishes and Puppy stuck his nose in the water and then shook it every where. When he dried them, Puppy kept snapping at the towel. He swept the floor, and Puppy chased the broom in mock aggression. He went to fold the blankets, and Puppy would grab one leading to a game of "GIVE THAT BACK THAT IS NOT A TOY!"
Everywhere he went in the cabin, everything he did, Puppy was right there.
"That's it," Gene said. He grabbed Puppy by the scruff of his neck and pulled. There was no way he could have moved Puppy if Puppy didn't want to be moved. Not only did Puppy have two feet and several hundred pounds on him, but he also had a feral's superhuman strength and agility. That didn't stop Puppy from meekly tripping along as Gene headed towards the door.
"Out!" Gene said, opening the door and pointing. Puppy whined and slunk low. "No seriously. Out."
Then, in a complete reversal of body language, Puppy licked his face before happily bounding down the porch steps to roll in the grass. Gene sighed.
"Some days you are even more frustrating that Jesse."
dameange: Gene *and* Jesse's reactions to the first time they have sex when Jesse is a human
Author's Note: Despite what it seemed like, Jesse and Gene's wedding night was not their first time. It was just their first time having married sex. Which if you ask Jesse, made no difference and if you ask Gene, made all the difference in the world. XD
Jesse was in Gene's bed. This wasn't that unusual a situation except for one thing. It was not a night around the full moon. Therefore, there was no reason for him to be in Gene's bed.
Unless you counted the whole having sex thing.
He rolled over only to find that Gene was still in bed with him. Jesse went absolutely still. What was he supposed to think about last night? How was he supposed to react? Would it change anything between them? Worse, would it not change anything between them?
The kiss had been unexpected, which was odd considering he was the one who'd initiated it. But Gene had gone along with it. That meant something. When Jesse had taken it farther than he'd meant to, Gene had gone along with that as well. That had to mean something.
Gene stirred, making an irritated sound.
"Go to sleep, Puppy."
The correct reaction to that was probably not to kick Gene out of bed. Jesse did it anyway.
fullmetalcute: author's choice!
His mate was crying. He could smell the scent of salt, would be able to taste them if he dared to lick. The werewolf didn't dare. There was blood on his muzzle, bright red matting is fur, and he instinctively knew that getting it on his mate would only upset him more. Instead, the werewolf whined low in his throat. There was nothing he could do to make this better.
The half-wolf, the one who had tried to attack his mate, was still alive. He lay panting on the other side of the clearing. The werewolf could smell his pain. Good. Good. That would teach the half-wolf to attack what was his.
"Oh god, he could have killed me," his mate said. The werewolf didn't understand the words but could read the tone. He very carefully leaned back on his hind legs, and wrapped his arms around his mate. His mate responded by burying his face against the werewolf's fur.
A sudden gust of wind brought with it the scent of half-wolves and non-wolves. The werewolf growled. He pulled away from his mate and dropped to all fours. The fur on his neck raised and he snarled as the first of the half-wolves came into the clearing.
"Gene move! That feral is dangerous." One of the non-wolves was speaking. The werewolf put himself between his mate and those coming towards him. The leading wolves were beginning to circle, legs stiff as they stalked forward.
"Stop it! Stop it all of you!" His mate had a hold of the scruff of his neck and was pulling him back. "Stay over there, Dad. He's trying to protect me. Sit, Puppy. Sit. Please just sit."
For a few seconds, the werewolf strained against his instincts. His mate was still crying and his voice had taken on a desperate, pleading edge. That was what decided him. No one should make his mate sound like that. Not even him. Not if he could help it.
Very carefully, the werewolf obeyed his mate and sat.
"Good Puppy. Good. Thank you," his mate whispered. Then he turned towards the group. "The wolf over there attacked me. He saved me. He won't hurt anyone."
As soon as his mate's back was turned to him, the werewolf showed all his teeth to the half-wolves and non-wolves. He would listen to his mate. He would trust his mate. But if they tried anything, he would hurt them.
skylark97: They still haven't *actually* said I love you to each other?
"Love you," Gene said sleepily into Jesse's shoulder. Jesse made himself stay relaxed. If he tensed up, Gene would wake up. Then he'd ask what was wrong. Then when Jesse told him nothing - because really what answer could he give to that question? - Gene would make all sorts of assumptions. Just like he always did.
Soon Gene was asleep, his breath deep and even. Jesse was not so lucky. Something inside was restless. And he knew what. It was his other half. The damn werewolf.
Minutes stretched into hours and Jesse stared up at the wooden ceiling. He didn't know how he felt about Gene being in love with him. Jesse had always assumed... well, that was where he'd gone wrong. He'd assumed that Gene loved the werewolf and that meant he couldn't love him as well. But this was Gene and Gene was just stupid enough to love them both.
Did he love Gene back? Jesse wasn't going to say it if he didn't mean it. Even when Gene couldn't hear it.
Strangely enough, once he realized the problem, it didn't take Jesse long to decide how he felt.
"I love you too," Jesse whispered into Gene's hair. He felt the tension in him ease. It wasn't always easy to figure out what the werewolf inside of him wanted him to do, but sometimes he got lucky.
As sleep began to steal over him, Jesse nuzzled Gene and hummed in content.
