Feral Wolf, PG-13 for language, four more drabbles
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tsaikoFour more drabbles in the Feral Wolf series. Two from the first story and two about Gene and Jesse's first batch of adopted kids.
aqua_eyes: And gene knows when jesse's bday is, right? he now has to get him something... yes? XD!
"Here."
Jesse stared at the box Gene was holding out in confusion. His first thought was that it had something to do with their new arrangement. It had only been three months since the packs had discovered that the werewolf could escape the confines of its cages and that Gene was his... its mate. They were still trying to figure out exactly how to work around this. "What is this?"
"A gift."
"Why?" Jesse distrusted gifts on principle. Most times they were used to try and bribe him into doing something else. Still, that didn't kill the automatic impulse to take whatever was being handed to him. He carefully picked up the box from Gene's hands.
"It's your birthday today," Gene said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So? I didn't know we were close enough to be giving gifts." Jesse kept waiting for the Gene to ask for a favor. At the hurt look on Gene's face, Jesse realized there was no favor. He was just giving Jesse a gift. Simply because it was his birthday.
Which made Jesse wonder just how Gene saw their relationship, such as it was.
"Nevermind." Gene reached as if to take the gift back.
"No," Jesse said. He held the gift up and out of reach. "You can't take it back. You've already given it to me."
"But you don't want it," Gene said.
"I didn't say that," Jesse replied.
"Fine then. Happy birthday." Jesse gave him a sharp nod before he turned and started back towards home. He wanted to open the gift right now and find out what Gene had given him, but he had the feeling that would be bad manners. He'd never really celebrated his birthday much. Or at all. When his father was alive, the biggest thing he did was say "Well, you're a year older now."
"The correct response is thank you!" Gene yelled from behind him. He was too far away, but Jesse said it anyway. Softly. Mostly to himself.
"Thank you."
suspenddisbelief: maybe a time when Gene was mad at Jesse and the making up afterwards
"You're still mad at me," Jesse said. Gene was beginning to make dinner, banging pots in the small kitchen with more force than was really necessary. Which had to be a dead giveaway, but Gene didn't care.
"I'm not still mad at you," Gene replied. Jesse moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. That was totally unfair. No one's pants should clings to their thighs like that. He could feel a blush began to prickle. Gene quickly began chopping vegetables so Jesse couldn't see.
It was the truth. Gene wasn't mad at Jesse. Not anymore. He was mad at himself. Because he was beginning to want more with Jesse and Jesse had made it abundantly clear that them being together at all was nothing more than "an arrangement."
He was such a damn fool.
"I'm sorry," Jesse said. Gene sighed.
"You don't even know what's wrong, do you?"
The one thing about Jesse was that Gene both admired and hated was that he could be brutally honest. "No." Jesse moved away from the counter and came to stand next to him. "I'd feel better about this if you'd put the knife down."
Gene carefully laid the knife down, and turned towards Jesse.
And that's when Jesse kissed him.
tsubaki_dono: Need you ask?! THEM admitting it to each other. Some time in the middle of trouble and danger or heated words would be loveliest.
"This is all your fault," Jesse snarled. He was carrying Lisa piggy-back style. The eight year old had stopped crying, though she clung to Jesse like she would never let go.
"My fault?" Gene said. "How is this my fault?"
Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Jesse just gave him a look. Lisa, ever helpful, replied for him. "You made Trent run away."
"I didn't realize he was your brother," Gene said. "I thought he was trying to hurt you or Puppy."
"He wasn't," Lisa said quietly.
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"I'm sure two feral werewolves have a whole lot to fear from a fourteen year old kid. Sometimes I wonder why I love you," Jesse replied. He turned sharply on his heel. "This way. I think I smell fresh air."
"You love... oh no. No. You do not get to tell me that while we are tromping through the sewers of vampire infested castle. Jesse! Are you even listening to me?"
the_camster: In fact, it would be really funny if you had them adopt an older kid that is a total smart-ass and has absolutely no respect for them at first.
Gene was cooking while Trent watched. The older boy was still wary of both of them and it showed. Trent was sitting at the kitchen table, not quite meeting Gene's eyes whenever he looked over there. At least he now understood that Gene and Jesse would take care of both him and his sister.
"So... you and Jesse..." Trent began. Gene made an encouraging noise, wondering what Trent was hesitating to ask. "You're fuck buddies, right?"
For a long moment Gene couldn't believe Trent had actually said what he'd heard. He turned towards Trent and stared. "What?"
"You know... fuck buddies." Trent punctuated his statement with a truly obscene gesture that imitated sex.
"Gene is my husband," Jesse said from the doorway. Gene hadn't heard him come in and obviously neither had Trent. He jumped at the sound of Jesse's voice. The chair he was sitting in clattered against the floor. "We are married."
"But... I mean... you're both male. How can you get married?" Trent asked. "The packs just allow it?"
"The northern packs keep to the old ways more than some of the southern packs," Jesse said in explanation. "There's two female couples in the area as well. It's accepted. Sometimes even encouraged." The last was said in a dry tone.
Trent looked like the idea had never occurred to him before. "Oh."
Still working on them. I'm going to do a few more that fit into the first story before calling that done and then hopefully, do some more about them adopting the kids. They wind up with quite a brood in the end.
aqua_eyes: And gene knows when jesse's bday is, right? he now has to get him something... yes? XD!
"Here."
Jesse stared at the box Gene was holding out in confusion. His first thought was that it had something to do with their new arrangement. It had only been three months since the packs had discovered that the werewolf could escape the confines of its cages and that Gene was his... its mate. They were still trying to figure out exactly how to work around this. "What is this?"
"A gift."
"Why?" Jesse distrusted gifts on principle. Most times they were used to try and bribe him into doing something else. Still, that didn't kill the automatic impulse to take whatever was being handed to him. He carefully picked up the box from Gene's hands.
"It's your birthday today," Gene said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So? I didn't know we were close enough to be giving gifts." Jesse kept waiting for the Gene to ask for a favor. At the hurt look on Gene's face, Jesse realized there was no favor. He was just giving Jesse a gift. Simply because it was his birthday.
Which made Jesse wonder just how Gene saw their relationship, such as it was.
"Nevermind." Gene reached as if to take the gift back.
"No," Jesse said. He held the gift up and out of reach. "You can't take it back. You've already given it to me."
"But you don't want it," Gene said.
"I didn't say that," Jesse replied.
"Fine then. Happy birthday." Jesse gave him a sharp nod before he turned and started back towards home. He wanted to open the gift right now and find out what Gene had given him, but he had the feeling that would be bad manners. He'd never really celebrated his birthday much. Or at all. When his father was alive, the biggest thing he did was say "Well, you're a year older now."
"The correct response is thank you!" Gene yelled from behind him. He was too far away, but Jesse said it anyway. Softly. Mostly to himself.
"Thank you."
suspenddisbelief: maybe a time when Gene was mad at Jesse and the making up afterwards
"You're still mad at me," Jesse said. Gene was beginning to make dinner, banging pots in the small kitchen with more force than was really necessary. Which had to be a dead giveaway, but Gene didn't care.
"I'm not still mad at you," Gene replied. Jesse moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. That was totally unfair. No one's pants should clings to their thighs like that. He could feel a blush began to prickle. Gene quickly began chopping vegetables so Jesse couldn't see.
It was the truth. Gene wasn't mad at Jesse. Not anymore. He was mad at himself. Because he was beginning to want more with Jesse and Jesse had made it abundantly clear that them being together at all was nothing more than "an arrangement."
He was such a damn fool.
"I'm sorry," Jesse said. Gene sighed.
"You don't even know what's wrong, do you?"
The one thing about Jesse was that Gene both admired and hated was that he could be brutally honest. "No." Jesse moved away from the counter and came to stand next to him. "I'd feel better about this if you'd put the knife down."
Gene carefully laid the knife down, and turned towards Jesse.
And that's when Jesse kissed him.
tsubaki_dono: Need you ask?! THEM admitting it to each other. Some time in the middle of trouble and danger or heated words would be loveliest.
"This is all your fault," Jesse snarled. He was carrying Lisa piggy-back style. The eight year old had stopped crying, though she clung to Jesse like she would never let go.
"My fault?" Gene said. "How is this my fault?"
Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Jesse just gave him a look. Lisa, ever helpful, replied for him. "You made Trent run away."
"I didn't realize he was your brother," Gene said. "I thought he was trying to hurt you or Puppy."
"He wasn't," Lisa said quietly.
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"I'm sure two feral werewolves have a whole lot to fear from a fourteen year old kid. Sometimes I wonder why I love you," Jesse replied. He turned sharply on his heel. "This way. I think I smell fresh air."
"You love... oh no. No. You do not get to tell me that while we are tromping through the sewers of vampire infested castle. Jesse! Are you even listening to me?"
the_camster: In fact, it would be really funny if you had them adopt an older kid that is a total smart-ass and has absolutely no respect for them at first.
Gene was cooking while Trent watched. The older boy was still wary of both of them and it showed. Trent was sitting at the kitchen table, not quite meeting Gene's eyes whenever he looked over there. At least he now understood that Gene and Jesse would take care of both him and his sister.
"So... you and Jesse..." Trent began. Gene made an encouraging noise, wondering what Trent was hesitating to ask. "You're fuck buddies, right?"
For a long moment Gene couldn't believe Trent had actually said what he'd heard. He turned towards Trent and stared. "What?"
"You know... fuck buddies." Trent punctuated his statement with a truly obscene gesture that imitated sex.
"Gene is my husband," Jesse said from the doorway. Gene hadn't heard him come in and obviously neither had Trent. He jumped at the sound of Jesse's voice. The chair he was sitting in clattered against the floor. "We are married."
"But... I mean... you're both male. How can you get married?" Trent asked. "The packs just allow it?"
"The northern packs keep to the old ways more than some of the southern packs," Jesse said in explanation. "There's two female couples in the area as well. It's accepted. Sometimes even encouraged." The last was said in a dry tone.
Trent looked like the idea had never occurred to him before. "Oh."
Still working on them. I'm going to do a few more that fit into the first story before calling that done and then hopefully, do some more about them adopting the kids. They wind up with quite a brood in the end.
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Date: 3/14/09 01:44 pm (UTC)You do realise that the more of these you write, the more people are going to want, right?
*sits back and waits for more*