Usual disclaimers apply. Men will be having sex with each other in this story. Don't read it if you don't want to or if it's illegal for you to do so. Additionally, they won't be using condoms, because it's fantasy. In real world, please wrap it.
I've been seeing a trend in lycanthropy stories lately, and thought I'd try my hand at it. It's also my first attempt at fantasy fiction. So be gentle. Or don't. As you like :)
Let me know if you'd like to know what happens next.
The comforting smell of aging paper and dust surrounded me at my desk as I heard a loose board in the stairs signal that my most recent one night stand was attempting a quiet exit. I looked up from some papers that I was only half paying attention to and made eye contact with the young man. Admittedly, he was adorable and definitely good in bed, but I didn't want to deal with the usual morning after bs. He smiled warmly, which I returned with a tense smile of my own as he hurriedly put a folded piece of paper on my desk. I could practically sense my assistant's eyes darting from both of us as he tried to gauge the interaction.
I would say that the guy not really my type, but I can't imagine that he wouldn't be on anyone's fuck list. In his early 20s as a college jock with a killer smile, nice ass, surprisingly kind nature and a huge cock that he knew how to use, I was shocked he didn't have a boyfriend. I suppose he could have been lying when he said he was single, but as a warlock I'm fairly good at sensing when someone's being dishonest with me.
Now if I could just remember what his name was.
He made his way to the door and opened it. I could sense a rise in power coming from my assistant at that moment. As the door shut, a small gust of wind blew through the office, conveniently blowing the piece of folded paper from my desk and onto my assistant's.
"Gabe..." I practically growled.
"Patrick..." Gabe's voice was simultaneously soft and mockingly lyrical. He unfolded the pieced of paper and quickly read it. A sly grin made it's way onto his face as he looked back up at me.
"Sooo...it looks like you made quite an impression on David."
"David!" I exclaimed. "That's it. I could not for the life of me remember what his name was."
"Evidently he didn't leave much of an impression on you, though?"
I shrugged, returning to my papers and sullen mood. "Did you finish those translations I asked you to do?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Sure did, boss!" Without looking I knew he was smiling as he said it. When I did look up, he nodded to a folder at the far corner of my desk.
"You know, you don't have to call me that." I said as I picked up the folder.
"But you are my boss." Again with that fucking smile.
"For fuck's sake Gabe, we've known each other longer than we've been able to form complete sentences." I said. I knew he was just trying to get a reaction so he could get more details about last night out of me, but it was still pissing me off.
"That's true, but you're still my employer." His smile lessened as he returned to a book he was reading.
"We lost our virginities to each other, fucker." I said flatly.
He looked back up with an evil grin. "Speaking of, will we be seeing more of David in the future?"
"Unlikely."
"That's too bad. He seemed nice."
"You didn't even meet him."
"Yes, but you only act like a dick to the nice ones who might actually make you happy." Gabe's tone turned a little more stern.
I sighed. "Yes, he's a very nice guy and a fantastic lay. Happy now?"
"And based on his non-verbal exit, I'm guessing you told him that he should be discreet on his way out? Who was I this time? Your born again co-worker who wouldn't understand you sleeping with another guy, or your straight brother who might tell our parents that you're gay?"
Gabe's taunts were getting a little old for as early in the day as it was.
"What the hell do you want from me?" I asked. My tolerance had just about run out.
"I would like you to be honest with your dates."
"Honest with my dates?"
Gabe only nodded.
"Ok, honest about what exactly? Should I somehow work in the fact that I dabble in the dark arts while I'm chatting people up at the bar?"
He answered my quip with a hard dose of reality. "..Or you could say that you're not looking for anything serious because you lost the love of your life a several years ago. Something along those lines."
Without intending to, I made the temperature in the room drop to an uncomfortable level in a few seconds. I adjusted quickly but Gabe still had to remove some frost from his goatee.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
He shrugged, "I knew I'd press some sort of button with that. But seriously, it's been over four years now. I know he meant a lot to you, but have you considered maybe dating someone that might make you happy instead of just going from one night of amazing sex to another?"
I leaned back in my chair and grinned. "Look who's talking. I saw you check out David's ass when he walked out the door, and I know for a fact that you took that piece of paper just to get his number."
"And if I manage to get a date out of him, and it goes well, I might even have a second one with him. You're not even open to second dates. I don't want to be an ass about it, but it might be time to let go."
Gabe had a point. I remained in my semi-reclined position and thought about it for a few minutes.
"I actually think I'm sort of over him, as over him as I'll ever be, I guess. Maybe I just miss having him be with me."
"That made no sense." Gabe said, going back to his book.
"Clearly you've never been in love." I said, smiling.
"I was in love with you, if you recall."
"That was different. We were teenagers."
"So?"
"It's just different. It's more infatuation and less Till-Death-Do-Us-Part."
Gabe rolled his eyes without looking up.
"I guess what I mean is when you love someone, they just sort of become a part of you. And when they die, you have to figure out how to be just you again. Or you have to figure out how to be someone new. He's still a part of me, but...it's like if pizza suddenly didn't exist."
"Come again?"
I continued. "Let's say we created a spell to erase all pizza and keep it from ever being made again, but people could still remember it."
Gabe pondered for a moment. "I think that kind of talk can get you killed in some parts of town."
I ignored him and went on. "People could still remember pizza, but they'd never have it again. They'd carry memory of pizza with them. Pizza chefs would forever be changed by making pizza, but they'd have to find new lines of work."
Gabe's eyes narrowed. "Is this your way of saying you want lunch?"
It struck me that I did want lunch. It also struck me that I was very lonely. But if I was lonely, why didn't I latch onto David, the dream jock, when I could? Fuck. Magic is easier to figure out than life is sometimes. Pizza was a dumb comparison, anyway. I left Gabe hanging while I closed my eyes, thinking.
After a few minutes of trying to solve the simpler of the two problems (between the mysteries of life and lunch) by narrowing in on a decision between Thai and Italian, the jingle of the front door broke my food trance.
My first instincts are almost always accurate, at least in some way, and my first thought when I saw him was that he is a walking contradiction. In a few seconds I was flooded with all kinds of sensory information, more so than usual. Some of it was magical. Some wasn't.
For starters he was a big guy. I'd guess he was around 6'5" or 6'6", putting him half a foot above me. Not only was he tall, but clearly solidly built too. I couldn't tell much more because his clothes were too big to fit properly. He had broad shoulders that filled the doorway. The sunny day outside made sure he was backlit. His beard was full enough that I could make it out in his silhouette.
Most importantly, it was clear to my inner sight that he was not human.
I got a better look at him when he stepped fully into the office and the backlighting wasn't obsuring his face. I don't usually feel assaulted by how good looking someone is, but that's what this was. His face was both rugged and sweet. His hair was a brownish red. There was something about his eyes that made them seem so, gentle, I guess is the right word. It was hard to tell what his actual age was given his non-human status, and the beard complicated even a superficial guess. I put him at about 24 years old, about 4 years younger than I am.
-What do you think Paul Bunyan wants?- I heard Gabe say telepathically, making a clear reference to guy's size and the fact that he was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt.
-He's beautiful- I replied instinctively.
-Excuse me?!- Gabe whipped his head in my direction.
-Nothing.- I tried to brush it off and come back to reality -And I'm pretty sure he's a werebear-
-Oh, that would make sense-
-Just act professional-
-Umm, ok. Not a problem here, pal- He smirked.
By this time the werebear was looking confused, and I was very annoyed that I found it endearing. Our desks are not easily seen by the front door unless you know where to look, but we have a decent view of who enters and exists. He sniffed the air briefly. I had no idea how werebears track, but if it's anything like werewolves, he could smell us.
I coughed to signal our presence. "Hello, how can we help you?" I said, trying to sound confident and not have my voice crack.
Gabe shot me a look of mock disgust at my communication difficulties. -Smooth...-
-Fuck off-
The bear came over to our desks cautiously. "I hope you can. I'm looking for Calloway Services? I think this is the right address, but there was no sign." The sound of his voice made my cock throb, and I hadn't even realized I was hard.
I smiled as I stood up. I panicked for a moment when I realized my jeans were tight enough to provide no cover for my raging hardon. He may have glanced at it quickly as he looked my direction, but he gave no indication that he noticed. I extended a hand. "I'm Patrick Calloway. Please have a seat."
He shook my hand with a firm grip and the energy he was putting off made me dizzy, approaching euphoric. I was about ready to shoot my load, and as far as I could tell he wasn't doing anything to provoke it. I'm pretty good at detecting charms being used against me, but I wasn't getting anything. And what the hell was that smell? It was like...springtime, flowers, and hope all mixed with a bit of musk.
"Drew. Andrew Mason." He said as his hand let go of mine, which made my chest twinge. This entire reaction was really starting to piss me off at this point.
-Gabe, do you smell that?- I looked over to my assistant quickly as the bear and I sat down.
-Unless you're talking about that clear fluid that I assume is flowing from you dick right about now, then no.-
-Going to kill you-
Gabe just smiled sweetly in my direction.
"Ok, Drew. What kind of trouble are you in?"
He frowned in confusion.
"People, werebears included, don't usually come visiting me unless something is wrong." I said, trying to be as direct as I could.
He grumbled at having his identity known. "Is it that obvious?"
"To a warlock, yes."
"Ok then. Well. That is my problem."
Now it was my turn to be confused. "So you need to hide from a warlock?"
He shook his head, "No. I mean the fact that I'm werebear is the problem."
"Ohh, so you need to turn back to a human?"
"Not exactly." He said
Gabe was watching our interaction like he was at tennis match, and I felt a dire need to talk to Drew, the werebear, alone.
"Gabe, the coffee machine broke this morning. Please go and get some coffee for us." I asked/told him, trying desperately not to sound desperate.
To my great surprise and relief, he didn't attempt to give me any shit. "I think I may go get a new machine while I'm out. I have my cell if you think of anything else you need." Gabe said as he got his keys and headed out of the office.
As the door closed, I felt both relief and a huge need to pounce on the werebear and impale myself on whatever he had hiding under those baggy jeans. I resisted the urge but barely.
"So what exactly is it that you need?"
Drew took a few seconds as he figured out how to phrase his request. As far as I could tell, he was showing no signs of having a reaction to me that approached anything similar to my reaction to him.
"I need to not be a werebear, but I was never human."
"Ohh..." I was still confused. His statement cleared up my previous misunderstanding, but didn't really help me figure out what was going on. "So you're a Born were, who wants to be just human?"
His eyes brightened up and I felt like I had just won the Nobel Prize. "Yes! Exactly!"
"Well, that's a new one. I've helped weres who were turned and wanted to be turned back, but never this way around."
"I don't even know if it's possible." He said, sounding serious.
"Neither do I. Turning a former human back to a human is one thing; there's something to work with. In this case, though, we're basically turning you from something into something else entirely. I'm not even sure you'd live through it."
I expect that last bit of information to cause some sort of reaction, but it looked like he almost knew I'd say it.
I continued. "The bear in you is so much a part of what and who you are that removing it might...make you bleed out mystically, if that makes sense."
"It does. Kind of." he replied, and I could not get over how fucking cute and sexy he was when his eyebrows came together.
"We could try to replace it with something to stop the bleeding, so to speak. I'm just not sure what it would be. Or how to do it. I'm also not sure what we'd do with the bear once we removed it."
I really needed to get him out of the office before I did something crazy.
"This is going to take a bit of research. Would it possible for me to get some contact information for you. I can let you know when I've found something."
Drew looked surprised at the abrupt change, but nodded. I passed a contact card and pen to him, which he filled out.
I stood up, once again hoping that my erection would go unnoticed. Or maybe I was hoping he would notice it. Fuck, I don't know. He stood to shake my hand. As our hands met, a rush of energy sent me flying back into my chair.
Time melted away. I saw bright light and all I could smell was that scent from before. It was just much more intense. While I have been to various other planes of existence, I've never been to heaven before, but this felt like a taste of it.
When I came back to my senses, I was in my chair, which was pushed away from the desk a ways. Drew was blinking in his own chair, and he may have had a similar experience. He adjusted his jaw a bit and finally spoke.
"What was that?"
"I...I don't know. I feel like I should apologize because that's never happened, but I don't know what I'd be apologizing for."
Drew tilted his head, like he was listening to something that he couldn't quite hear. "You like me." he said in surprise.
I was mortified. No I was terrified. I don't know what the hell really happened, but, Drew suddenly seemed to have a very good idea about how I was feeling about him.
He corrected himself, "No. You really like me." He smiled at me for a few seconds and I blushed. Then something passed over his face. It wasn't really a spell, but it was a definite shift of some sort. He got up and pushed my desk out of his way as easily as I would brush away a fly. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or what. But if this is what werebears looked like when they were about to attack, I can see why people left them alone.
He picked me up out of my chair, kicked it aside, and pushed us back up against the bookcase behind me. My desire for him was the only thing keeping me from vaporizing him. He stuck his nose to my chest and inhaled deeply. He adjusted his grip so that his arms were holding me up by my thighs. My legs instinctively wrapped around him. He leaned in and rubbed his beard against my neck, making me shiver.
He whispered "Mine" into my ear before kissing me. When our lips met I knew he was my future. I didn't want that to be true, but I knew it was. I did want him to continue kissing me though. He alternated from passionate kissing to gently caressing my lips with his.
When he came up for some air, I said without thinking, "My bedroom is upstairs."
With one arm holding up my ass, Drew kept his other arm wrapped around my back, stabalizing me. I kept my legs wrapped around him as we made our way to the stairs. I heard him chuckling when I realized I was trying to grinding my cock into his body.
He spoke quietly. "You'll have what you need..what we both need...soon, baby."
I sighed in contentment at the thought of what I wanted to happen and the confirmation that I was about to get thoroughly fucked. I had never had sex with any sort of were before, but I had heard it was intense, primal. The way I was feeling was definitely primal.
As he stepped up the stairs I could feel his cock brush against my ass. I couldn't be sure, but it felt enormous. I guess those particular rumors about werebears were true. I felt his heart beating and the heat from his body intensifying his scent, and it drove me crazy.
And then the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I love you so much, Drew." I practically purred. At the same time,I was gobsmacked that I said it. I didn't even know this guy. Or I did? Hell, I just needed him.
After I said the words he paused briefly and pulled himself back slightly to look me in the eyes. "You'll never feel alone again, Patrick. I promise." His voice seemed deeper and softer but the words hit me like a hammer. I put my head against his shoulder and realized that there were tears running down my cheeks. It was strange, though. I didn't feel sad.
We continued and found our way to my bedroom. Drew leaned down and set me on the bed. As he went to straighten up, he caught a whiff of the sheets and frowned.
"You're seeing someone?" He asked. The seriousness of his tone was a little disturbing.
He must have smelled jock-boy David from last night. "No. I mean I saw someone last night, but I hadn't planned on seeing him again."
Drew nodded and looked calmer. I was much relieved at that. "Up." he said.
I nearly jumped at his request. He ripped the sheets off the bed. "I smell him on you. In you, even. But I'll be damned, if I'm going to claim my mate on sheets that he fucked you on." Drew said, giving me the first taste of how he sounded when irritated.
I was expecting him to rip off my shirt with his teeth or something, but he surprised me. He carefully unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. As it hit the ground, I felt his large hands at my sides, untucking my t-shirt. I shivered as his hands ran up my sides taking the my t-shirt with it. I could feel that his hands were a little calloused. One of my more embarrassing qualities is that I'm ticklish, and his hands made me squirm just a little. Drew seemed to like that.
He pulled my arms up and removed my t-shirt. Looking me in the eyes, he unbuckled my belt and took a few moments to tease me by slowly removing my jeans. He broke our gaze by bending down to pull my jeans to the floor. He took the opportunity to bury his face in my crotch. Small stains of pre cum on my briefs made him smile as he inhaled deeply. I felt the fabric of my briefs slowly being pulled over my cock, until it was free. Drew allowed it to hit him in the face. A few drops of flew onto his face.
My head almost exploded as he took my 7 inches into his mouth as once. He deep throated me easily. After a few strokes of his tongue on the more sensitive parts of the shaft, he let my spit shined member pulse and bounce in front of his face. He growled as he turned me around. I felt his hand at my back pushing me down as his other hand kept my hips in place.
It's not everyday that I find myself bent over my bed with a werebear's face two inches from fully exposed ass. So far, this was one hell of a monday.
His hands started kneading my ass cheeks before he spread me open. I heard a grunt before he dove into my ass. If the feeling of his beard wasn't enough to make me gasp, the feeling of his tongue at my ass certainly was. So I gasped. He took that as encouragement and pushed forward. I felt his tongue enter me easily, and it was ecstasy.
I yelled out as I came violently. "FUCK!!" I yelled. Beyond the waves of pleasure my cock was experiencing, I felt spurt after spurt of warm, sticky, cum being pumped onto my abdomen and chest. Drew kept tongue fucking me through the orgasm.
When he finally stopped, he slowed down and removed his face from my ass. He carefully removed my shoes and then my jeans. He barely put his hand at my side, and I knew what he wanted. So I rolled over to see his smiling face. I glanced at the part of the bed that I had just occupied, and I had indeed left quite a mess.
Drew's shirt was large enough that he could pull it over his head without unbuttoning it. My still-hard cock jumped when I saw his chest. He wasn't ripped or anything but his musculature was obvious and impressive. His chest had a moderate amount of light colored hair that trailed down into his jeans. He kept fucking me with his eyes as he removed his jeans and boots. His grey boxer briefs were starting to get soaked and I could make out his cock through the fabric.
I was right. He was big. I guessed maybe 11 or 12 inches and thick. Normally, I would find this intimidating and rethink my position. In my current state of mind, I had no doubt that I'd be able to take that cock up my ass. More over, I needed it, and soon. To that end, I lift up my legs and held them open for him.
Drew laughed at that. He slipped off his underwear, revealing the most perfect (and largest) cock I'd ever seen in person. It was visibly leaking pre cum at this point. His voice distracted me from my continued fascination with his manhood. "Lube?" was all he said.
I met his gaze, but couldn't speak. I just pointed to the night stand. He smiled and retrieved a bottle from inside. Given how much his dick was leaking and the tongue fucking I'd just had, I wasn't sure we'd need it.
He put some on his hand and worked his fingers in particular. I could tell where this was going. I let my head drop back to the bed when I felt his finger apply pressure to my hole. Without any real resistance, he slid his finger all the way inside me, and I felt some small measure of satisfaction. But I needed more.
"Yes.." I moaned quietly.
"You want my cock?" He asked, but he wasn't playful about it. There was something very serious, almost final, about the way he said it.
As I felt the second finger easily enter me, I replied the only way I could. "I need you. Please."
Drew nodded and pulled his fingers out of my ass. He ran his hand over my abdomen, scooping up some cum that I had left there. He applied it to his very hard looking cock, along with a fair bit of lube.
"Just try to relax. Once I'm in, I won't be able to stop." He said, as if this was the last warning I'd get. It suddenly struck me that once this started, not only was it not going to stop until he bred me, but I would probably lose a lot of control. I focused all my energy into locking my powers into a remote part of my brain that would keep us, and the general populace, safe.
"Do it, now" I said.
He held my stare, and I felt his flared mushroom head at my ass. I focused all my desire into that area, and with the slightest pressure on his part he was inside me. My ass swallowed the head of his cock and a few extra inches.
Under other conditions, this would have made me tense up, freak out, and try to get his cock out of my ass. I could feel it stretching me significantly. I could tell it was actually pretty painful. I just didn't care. All I cared about was the feeling of being filled with this man. To his credit, he started slowly. It was a few minutes before he was all the way in and I felt the hair of his balls at my ass.
Drew put my legs on his shoulders, and pulled me closer to him, which forced his cock deeper inside me. I let out a gasping moan.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm ok. I'm yours." I almost felt like the words weren't even mine, but I did feel that way.
His eyes twinkled as he started rocking his cock inside me. After awhile of this, I noted that the pain was mostly gone, not that it really mattered to me. "More." I said, almost panting.
He obliged by taking longer strokes and plunging all the way in. After a few minutes of that, I caught a look on his face that signaled that he was ready to begin. His pace quickened into a hard fuck. The feeling of my ass being invaded by this monster cock was insane. Pleasure radiated out from my prostate that I could feel in my toes and fingers.
With a second or two of advanced warning, my cock twitched and started shooting the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen myself produce. My ass must have been doing a number on Drew's dick because I heard him grunt and increase his pace. About the time my orgasam was dying, I felt a hard thrust and then a torrent of cum. He continued to fuck me hard while he was cumming, which seemed to last forever.
My head was spinning through it all. As his pace finally slowed, I felt a trickle of cum being pushed out of my ass by his cock. Drew removed my legs from his shoulders and leaned over me, his cock still very much pulsing inside me. He pressed his sweat soaked body against my own cum covered skin.
"You're so beautiful." He said before kissing me. In that moment, I was complete. He raised his head away and ran his hand through my hair. It occurred to me that those fingers had probably been in my ass, but I didn't care.
Drew was still buried in my ass, and I could tell he was still quite hard. "Round 2?" I asked, smiling.
He nodded eagerly. He propped himself to a standing position and slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I tried to clamp down to keep the buckets of cum from leaking out. I was only slightly effective at that. His hand rolled me over to the same spot as before. To my surprise, I liked the feeling of my own clammy, cold, cum from before being mixed with the fresh coat.
Drew's hands spread my ass open and I felt him pause briefly with the head at my entrance before shoving the entire length of his cock inside me in one thrust. The shock of it made me lose my breath and pump another load of my own cum onto the mattress. This load wasn't as big, but the orgasm itself was longer and more intense. I found myself bucking up against his cock, fucking myself on his pole wildly.
He grunted in satisfaction when I slowed down. He started his own fucking at that point. My ass received no mercy from his cock as he pounded me. What felt like hours was probably only about 15 minutes, but my legs were crying for relief while my ass needed to feel him cum inside me again.
I heard a loud roar and I felt the satisfying spray of cum inside me. I wouldn't have been surprised if this load was a little larger than the last. He lasted longer. The slow-down took several minutes in itself. Drew leaned over me and lightly bit at my shoulders and neck, making me shiver again.
I felt his cock slide out of me. At that point, I didn't care if I leaked cum everywhere. I was exhausted. Drew must have sensed that, and he scooped me up easily and laid me on the bed. He laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around my body. I felt relaxed and his body acted like the blanket that I needed, as the cum and sweat on my body were cooling me off a little too well.
"Get some rest. I'll keep you safe." I heard him say just before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, werebear and all. I yawned, feeling satisfied, but in need of a stretch. I heard a chuckle as Drew shifted his body to accommodate my stretching.
"How long was I out?" I asked through another yawn.
"Maybe half an hour." His voice was so low and soothing.
The events of the day started to catch up to me, and I was getting more anxious by the second.
"Drew..."
"Yeah?"
"What the hell just happened?" I was trying with some success to remain calm.
He response was measured and carefully intoned. "We mated." It was as simple as that.
"Mated as in 'had fantastic, wild sex' or mated as in 'mated for life and spiritually linked in the next'?"
He remained neutral in his response "I think you know which."
I had heard of weres mating with people outside their species but it was rare. It was slightly less uncommon for weres to mate with other weres of differing specials, but even those couplings came with some complications.
"Did you know this was going to happen when you came here today?"
He sighed with some relief. He may have expected a stronger reaction. "No, I didn't know until you zapped me."
That kind of got me going "I zapped you?" I repeated in a semi-dangerous tone. "The second you walked in that door, this whole process started. How is this my fault?!" I asked as I removed myself from his arms. I briefly considered putting clothes on but realized I was covered in dried sweat and cum.
Drew looked a little disappointed at my tone, or it may have been the fact that I left his arms. "I didn't do anything, Patrick. I didn't realize you were my mate until you..." He backed off of that phrasing when I shot him a withering glare "...when we shook hands that second time. It sounds like you had a normal reaction to seeing a mate. I don't know why I didn't sense it until later."
"Well I'm sure, I don't know eith.....oh fuck" I said realizing what must have happened. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was waiting for me to continue. "I have wards in place to prevent certain kinds of divinations, scrying, and charms. They work one way. I can make full use of my senses, but some supernatural abilities of others are blocked."
I took a few moments before going on, "Obviously the wards don't prevent a mating bond, but they must have blocked you from realizing I was your mate. Until they finally broke, that is. That's what the light was."
I realized something quickly and frantically searched for my cell phone. Thankfully I hadn't taken it downstairs with me earlier. I almost jumped to the nightstand and called Gabe's number.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd actually use the cell to call, but whatever. What do you want?"
"Gabe, code blue, get back here." I didn't bother saying good bye before putting the phone down.
"Patrick, what's going on? What's wrong? What the fuck does 'code blue' mean?" Drew looked very concerned at this point.
"The wards are down. They need to be reset before someone decides to look where they shouldn't. I can't do them right now because I sequestered my powers before....we mated. If I had lost control of them, I could have leveled the block. I can get them back but the ward needs to get put up pronto. Gabe should be able to handle it." I managed to get it all out in one breath.
"Oh." Drew said, blinking.
As if on queue, a glow of purple light signaled Gabe's return. When he came fully into being his eyes were glowing. He was clearly ready for a fight. He looked very confused to see me standing by the bed, with Drew still lying in it. Naturally both of us were still naked.
He looked to me for instructions.
"At ease. The wards are down, and you need to reset them while I recharge." I said putting my hand up in an attempt to settle his nerves.
He looked cautiously at both of us and nodded. "It'll take a few minutes." He left quickly, making his way out of the room and downstairs.
I sat on the bed, and almost felt like another nap.
Drew broke the silence. "I'm sorry this happened like this, Patrick. I know I'm probably not quite what you wanted in a boyfriend, or mate, or husband. Whatever."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh no. No no no no no. The one thing I'm not going to deal with today is self pity..from either of us." As annoyed as I was with the situation, and partially with him, my heart ached when I saw him on the bed. It took a second for me to recover from the sight and I sighed again. "Drew. I need to recover a little, and I could really use a shower. And I would really like you to shower with me. The bathroom is just down the hall. Would you get it ready while I meditate for a few minutes?"
He looked at a little happier that I wanted him to shower with me. He nodded and proceeded to do as I asked. Taking a deep breath, I got up and leaned on my dresser, looking at myself in the mirror. Before long I was in a trance.
It took a little longer to untangle things, but after about 10 minutes I refocused and felt myself in control of my powers once again. I checked for the wards, and found that Gabe had put them back in place.
I heard that the water was still running. I walked slowly to the bathroom; my legs cramped from my earlier position.
"Holy fuck, I'm starving." I grumbled to myself as I limped down the hall.
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