Meta and the Marines II Chapter 8

A different take on the traditional M/M werewolf romance topic: less romantic, less traditional, more disturbing and with conniving wolves, vampires and submissive marines.


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Depending on reception, I will post more chapters. 


And if any military boy wants to start a MetaPack, let me know ...

John A.R.

Meta & the Marines II

(Meta Origins)

CHAPTER 8

Aunt Sylvia had made the breakfast of all breakfasts. The pack ate like hungry wolves who expected not to get food for the next two weeks. While Prime tried to tell funny stories about his youth like the wolf who was afraid of the dark, everyone knew that this breakfast was special.

At noon Zef would come and walk through the house as the official alpha. He would decide what he wanted to change and what could stay. In the meanwhile, the former alpha's widow and her son would pack today, so workers could bring their belongings to a close by house owned by the pack.

So this was Seb's last breakfast in the house he had grown up in, and his last breakfast before his long lost brother Prime would be leaving again for California.

And it was the last breakfast Sylvia `Flora' Mortimer would prepare for both her nephews. She had broken into tears several times and excused herself running into her room.

While Prime ate countless strips of bacon, Seb looked up shyly to his brother and then to Colt. "Mr. Parker, I wanted to apologize for my rudeness the other day. I wasn't aware of your position."

Colt smiled comforting. "No problem, Seb, and please call me Colt."

Seb nodded. "I've never met a meta, I thought they only existed in fairy tales."

Prime chuckled. "Colt's no Prince Charming, I can tell you that."

"As long as I'm not supposed to be Cinderella, that's fine by me," Colt responded smugly. "Never looked for a prince."

Seb smiled. "I can see my brother is very happy. And your pack is very close."

Colt nodded. "I hope so. Though I'm still getting used to the wolf shifter stuff."

"I can imagine." He stopped eating his eggs, looking at Prime. "Can I come visit you?"

Prime looked at Colt, nodded. "Sure. When you have graduated next year, you can see us before you go to college. It seems your dream has become true."

"Me leaving Montana? It has," Seb didn't seem too excited anymore about the prospects.

"It'll be fun, believe me. The girls will be all over you," Prime winked at him already worried about sudden pregnancies.

They dug into the French toasts.

"What I want to ask you, Seb, has our father any storage somewhere else than in his office?"

Seb was a bit surprised about the change of conversation, wrinkled his forehead as if to think and then shook his head: "No, not that I'm aware of. But you know an alpha wouldn't share things like that with other wolves."

Prime nodded.

"You're looking for something?" Seb might not be an alpha wolf, but he wasn't stupid.

Prime nodded again.

"Maybe Zef took it."

Prime looked at his brother with sudden surprise. "How?"

"He was in the our father's office the day he died. I thought he was sent there to pick something up for our father; but maybe he was just looking for stuff. Doesn't matter anyway, it's his now, isn't it?" Seb looked trustingly at his brother.

Prime looked concerned into Colt's eyes, which stayed their usual cold gray not betraying what was being thought behind them. "You're right, bro, it's his now anyway."

Once Prime saw most of his wolves had finished eating, except for CE of course, he got up. "So we better get going now, I don't want to be kicked out by Zef from the house I've grown up in; I prefer to go voluntarily."

The good-byes from aunt Sylvia and Seb were tearful. Even Prime had watery eyes and promised to keep in touch with them. Sylvia hugged Colt tightly whispering a "Thank you" and handed them a lunch bag, a huge lunch bag.

Seb shook Colt's hand: "Please make sure my brother doesn't get into more trouble, Colt. Last time he left he joined the fucking marines."

Prime growled friendly.

"Don't worry, Seb, I'll keep an eye on him. And I'm looking forward to having you as our guest when you're done with school.

"Thanks, Meta," was the friendly and purposefully respectful answer.

When they carried their luggage to their rental car with Seb's and aunt Sylvia's help, Zef arrived noisily in his red American sports car as if Prime had jinxed it. He looked good in his leather jacket.

Tina had difficulties following the energetic new alpha in her cheap high heels. Colt hoped she would stumble and scratch her scrawny knees. He was such a bitch.

"Prime," Zef acknowledged the leaving men with an attempt of politeness, which at least wasn't completely off.

"Zef. Congratulations." Prime shook Zef's hand, the new alpha wolf couldn't really look into Prime's eyes.

"Thank you. I appreciate everything you have done," Zef said ignoring the quizzical look on Tina's face.

"No problem. I hope you take care of my mother and my brother," Prime reminded him gently of their deal.

"I will, I will. If you want to check up on them you're always welcome to visit."

"I appreciate that," Prime answered.

Colt noticed both wolves made a strenuous effort to keep the conversation civilized despite what must have happened years ago between the two of them. He still hadn't asked Prime.

"You're going back to California?"

"Yes, we need to get home. Several of us start with work on Monday."

"Understand, I haven't had the chance yet to meet your pack members, Prime," Zef was kind of reprimanding him for not introducing the rest.

"Sorry, too much going on I guess," Prime apologized, wanting to say in reality: `The less you know about me the better.'

"This is Colt, but I'm sure you know about that by now."

Zef smiled at the nerd and offered his hand. The handshake was firm, too firm, Colt winced.

Prime growled threateningly.

Zef released Colt's hand saying: "Sorry, wolf thing ..."

Colt smiled suppressing the pain. "No problem, human here. Never understood that cheap macho handshake thing ..."

Zef lost his smile for second, but decided not to take the bait. Prime was leaving, that was all that mattered.

"This is Brian, my Beta." The blond man shook the offered hand briefly, attending to the luggage afterwards as if he'd just been introduced to the new cleaning lady and not to the new alpha of the West Montana pack.

"CE, my chief enforcer, and Sam, our second enforcer." The two men nodded at the alpha, and Colt was nearly sad that CE didn't make an attempt to break Zef's hand during a handshake. But he guessed it wasn't CE style to challenge an alpha unless his pack was threatened.

"It's a shame that we couldn't get to know it each other better," Zef said polity, ignoring Tina, who seemed to want to be introduced as well.

`No. No maty, maty,' Colt said full of schadenfreude to himself. "I'm sure we'll have the opportunity in the future," he responded to Zef, who actually had addressed Prime.

Zef smiled. "Have a safe journey then. If you want to say goodbye to your mother, she's in her new house choosing wall colors, I think."

Prime nodded jumping into the car. When he had closed the door, Brian drove off.

They waved goodbye to Seb and aunt Sylvia, who stood at the entrance waving sadly.

"No, this green is ghastly, it has to be light, fresher. I don't want to feel like a frog, Delia," Mrs. Loope said in her usual dismissive manner.

"You're so right, Mrs. Loope, let me see what I could offer to you ... the light is so much better today," the young girl said browsing through her color palette.

"Mother?" Prime interrupted the color choosing.

"Prime. Are you leaving?" Her tone was appropriate for her son leaving to get some snacks, not for leaving to another state after 10 years of absence.

"Yes."

"Oh," she said nearly a bit sad.

"I guess you won't mind if I stay in contact with you, aunt Sylvia and Seb."

"Not at all. I never understood why your father was so ruthless about that."

"He had his reasons, I'm sure," Prime answered mildly.

"Are you happy?"

Prime was taken aback. He would have never expected such a question from his mother. "I am. Very much so. I have found what I was looking for. I have found what I have been looking for in my whole life."

"Really? I mean you could have gorgeous wife now, lots of pups," she answered close to tears.

"You knew, mother, from the very first day that wasn't going to happen. Be happy for me that I'm happy. I have a great pack. And I have found an amazing man to be our Meta."

"It is so ... weird," she answered her eyes betraying that she'd always known.

Prime nodded, asking himself whether there was more to this than he'd thought until now. "It is, I know. I have no clue where it'll lead, but I wouldn't want to change it, not for anything on this world. Not even for the West Montana Pack."

"I saw that. I have a bad feeling with this young man, though ..." She couldn't help it.

"How so?"

"He feels like danger. Serious danger."

Prime laughed. "He is. He's walking danger, because of him vampires and wolves wanted to kill me."

Mrs. Loope looked worried, a bit too worried.

"But he also is my light, my pack's treasure. And don't underestimate him, he has rescued my whole pack from sure death and killed a rogue alpha wolf with his hands. He might be human, but he is a meta."

"If you say so."

"Mother, I need to say good-bye now."

"Good-bye, safe travels. And hope it won't take another ten years before we see you up here again."

"It won't," Prime promised leaving his mother behind, who quickly said to the assistant, who was still looking at the green colors in the other room: "I changed my mind, I don't want green, I want egg shell yellow ..."

"That is such an amazing idea, Mrs. Loope," Prime heard the woman brown-nose, when he left the house shaking his head. She would always come out on top it seemed.

Once more he looked around, took in the stunning mountain view, breathed in the crisp air and smelled the scents of his happy childhood, before he hopped into the car, pointing Brian to get driving.

Colt squeezed the hand of the big wolf, and he was rewarded with the most loving, deep, endless forest displaying green eyes. He nearly felt dirty that he sprang a boner.

The flights were uneventful. Colt didn't even need a nap escaping his usual in-flight `burning numbers' dreams.

The transfer worked without a problem.

A fat driver in an ill-fitting uniform picked them up in another `breeder's car' to get them home from LAX, as they had originally left in a rental car for Texas, not driving their car to the airport.

They had difficulties getting through to their house. The whole town was in uproar as a new candidate to the senate was touring it and the university to campaign. As he'd been a former general, the liberals were protesting against him as if he was the next McCarthy.

Streets were closed. Cars searched. And innocent people had their IDs or driver's licenses checked. At a certain point they even checked if there was a bomb under their rental car.

`NO TO THE STILLER KILLER,' the signs of the demonstrating crowd said not particularly creatively using the candidate's last name, Stiller.

When they had finally reached their home, Colt was happy his wolves took care of the luggage and the laundry. He went to his room, had a shower and fell into his bed like a log, suppressing his brain's annoying nagging comment that he had overlooked something in the past days.

---

It was Friday evening and they were having steaks in their favorite restaurant. What else? Where else?

"My god, those recruits are so young," CE explained his confusion. "I think some of them still wear diapers."

"You have dirty fantasies, that's all," Brian teased the big guy.

"I mean 17! That is right out of the cradle." CE worked at one of the SP's local offices during the summer. Colt didn't really inquire what he did, as he felt CE wouldn't be able to tell him or he wouldn't want to know. For some reason he was sure he wasn't responsible for watering the plants in those offices but dealt with the bad boys. "Even had a 17 year old shifter. He thought he could intimidate an officer because he was all wolf. Should have seen his face when I came in."

Colt snickered. "I'm sure he needed new underwear."

"And a shift to get some of his teeth back," CE said full of disgust. CE might a big badass wolf, but he would never be disrespectful to a superior; and he wouldn't allow a junior wolf to be it, either.

"Amusing though how perspectives change, when I was hard in love with Trent, I thought he was so grown up at the age of 15," Colt remembered amused.

"Who was Trent?" Prime asked a bit too quickly and jealously.

"My first redhead," Colt teased purposefully omitting the fact that Trent had been straight as the proverbial arrow; well, nearly.

Prime growled.

"Well, if anyone is interested my summer classes suck. If I have one more class on Shakespeare I'm going to change my major," Brian quickly intervened complaining.

"So you want to try accounting instead?" asked Sam, who also took summer classes.

"That's the only two choices I have?" Brain joked, cutting a big bloody piece of his steak.

"So it seems," Prime said, attending to his own big piece of meat. "Come on guys, I'm the guy who is stuck at home like a house wife."

Colt chuckled.

Prime growled.

"You could have taken some summer classes as well," Colt defended himself.

"No, I need space in my brain, and somebody has to make sure your ass is safe, Mr. Meta."

"Well, you told me my office was vampire-free. I haven't smelled any oil except in the printing room; and there was no vampire in there."

"I think vampires would die of boredom in an accounting company," Brian teased him.

"It's not so boring. I'm not in the auditing department, if you mean that."

"No, there even the cockroaches die of boredom," Brian responded. The whole pack burst into laughter.

"So Letterman still so bad?" Colt asked Sam, trying to get the topic away from his internship.

"Oh my god. I think she castrates more often than our big mean Alpha." Sam quickly looked at the red marine, who shook his head in disbelief.

"I know, I even told Prime about it," Colt chuckled.

"You did?" Prime couldn't recall it.

"You don't remember?" Colt asked pretending to be hurt. "You rescued me from my first vampire and accompanied me back to the dorm as if I was a little girl. -- I guess nothing has changed since then, given that I'm still not allowed to sit at the aisle." By now Colt obviously knew Prime's and CE's obsession with seating arrangements wasn't only because of their concern of Colt's safety but also a remnant of their military imprinting to always monitor all exits of a building. "Of course, I had no clue that vampires are real, and that golden fucking wolf had been you." Colt continued to talk about it as if had been a decade ago and not barely a year.

"No, I don't. I just remember how freaked out I was, that you would run away because you would recognize me as that fucking wolf."

"How should I have guessed that?"

"Eyes? Scent?"

"News flash to Prime: Humans don't think other humans are wolf shifters."

"News flash received," Prime answered. "Still, I was freaked out."

"You? It was I who was a bundle of nerves. First that stunt which I thought was an Alpha3 prank and then the man of my dreams found me in tears, kneeling in the middle of a cold park at night, as if I was little Red Riding Hood scared of the big wolf."

"Well, I do remember now you told me you don't suck cock," Prime grinned.

"As I said: Nothing seems to have changed since then," Colt agreed smugly.

"Nope. I was nearly coming in my pants when you said that. Too good to be true."

"And I thought you were just a homophobic jarhead asshole, all macho."

"I am," Prime teased him.

"Actually you're right. What I didn't know was that I could fuck that macho jarhead asshole."

Brian burst into laughter. "Shame, I wasn't there during this conversation. Seems to have been quite impressive."

"It got even better," Colt sent a naughty look to Prime. "He sucked me off."

"We know that one, we smelled it when he came home," CE remembered.

"We gave him such a hard time afterwards. We lowly Betas and enforcers weren't even allowed to touch you and he got his face fucked," Brian looked at Prime. "Not fair, even if you are the Alpha."

"I had to do it, needed to keep this guy off thinking of vampires."

"Sure, you took one for the pack," Brian mocked him.

"That's a good one," Sam seconded.

"And the next day he treated me as if I was air," Colt complained.

"Had to. I went nuts after ...," Prime swallowed, and blushed about what he had just done. "I was so hooked, if I'd come close to you I would have raped you."

"You raped me?" Colt asked in disbelief.

"You know what I mean," Prime said. "Pinned you against the wall and sucked you dry until you had a bloody dick."

CE grinned across all his face. "That's why he sent Brian with the stick. And that's why we had to go to the party together, so we could keep an eye on our powerful Alpha, who was in love like a 12-year old girl."

"What party?" Sam asked.

"Alpha3's Halloween party."

"You got invites to that?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yep, by the dean himself," Prime explained proudly.

"Fucking shit," Colt shouted a bit too loud. People on the neighbor table looked around with disapproving faces. "Sorry," he said quickly.

"What's wrong?" Prime asked.

"The dean," Colt explained, but the wolves only looked at him with confusion. He became impatient. "Do you remember what the Shaman said about my father?"

There were mumbles but not a clear answer.

Colt shook his head and quoted: "A mysterious man. A powerful man. A smart man. Controls many resources. Leads many men. I see him west, very west. I see him in a place close to yours. I feel that you know him, I feel that he looks out for you in one way or another."

"You mean?"

"Yes, I mean, Prime. You remember when we went to him and I told you that he might have sent us to this party on purpose?"

"Yep, I thought you had just too many conspiracy theories in your Meta head."

"Oh thanks, jarhead," Colt ignored him continuing his reasoning. "I felt he `looked out' for me. He prepared us for what to come. He is a mysterious man; after all, he is human and deals somehow with vampires and wolf shifters. He is a powerful and smart man, controlling the resources of a big university. He lives at a place close to me. I know him. And I just established that he might be looking out for us."

"You really think it's him?"

"Who knows? I'm not flattered by his looks, and I hope you help me never to become fat like him, but I could do worse."

Nobody challenged him on the last sentence, as they remember how Mr. Parker senior was like in Texas.

"So what do we do about this?" Brian asked, convinced by Colt's theory.

"We need his DNA," Colt said.

"I guess I cannot just break his arm and hold him tight while you swab him?" Prime joked, swallowing the last piece of his steak.

"No I think that wouldn't be a good idea, could get you evicted," Colt agreed, nibbling on a French Fries.

"So I guess we need a trick."

"They have a fund raiser barbeque on Sunday on campus, maybe we could try there?" Brian suggested. "I mean, they always lack students to attend as those events are deadly boring. I mean, even more than auditing departments."

Colt shook his head. "I don't know why, but nearly every day I have the desire to wash your mouth with soap, Brian."

"You don't want to know which desire I have every day, Colt," Brian teased back.

"Oh, we know, Mr. Jockstrap," CE answered enjoying one of Brian's rare blushings.

"That it is then, I will check with the organizer whether we still can join; and then we better get this guy's DNA."

"I guess you can't just ask him?" Sam asked the obvious question.

"No, I might be wrong, and that would be embarrassing, still need to spend one year on this campus," Colt answered. "Or this Shaman has led us purposely on a wrong trail."

"Talking about her," Prime said, studying the menu for a dessert, which would have been a first for the wolf. "I called her this week."

"And?" Colt asked.

"She's gone. Her assistant said that hours after we'd left she'd gotten another phone call, and since then she has been gone. Police are looking for her, might be foul play."

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot," CE said. "Somebody didn't like her giving us that warning."

Colt nodded, was his first thought as well. But his second thought was: "Or she knows now she played us; and that Prime knows what she'd done with his father; so she might run from us."

Prime looked at the nerd with more than questioning eyes. `What was he thinking now?' he seemed to think. `First she was bad. Then she was good. Now she is bad again. Can't keep up with that boy.'

"So I guess we cannot ask her for more info," Brian concluded having finished his steak as well.

"Well, let's see whether we're right about the dean; and then we can take further actions. First I need to survive my internship anyway."

"You look good in a suit," Brian said.

"Thanks. Feels weird though, so adult, so grown up, or boring as some people call it," he analyzed with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Welcome to the rest of your life!" Brian said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I'm so washing out your mouth with soap today," Colt said raising his hand to call for the waitress. He, Prime and CE needed desserts. And they needed them bad.

The barbeque was as dull as they had been afraid it would be. They had put on proper slacks and dress shirts and showed their most beautiful All American smiles.

Rich elderly ladies pretended to have motherly conversations with Brian and Sam while in secret checking out their small asses, and rich elderly gentlemen pretended to be interested in the marine stories delivered by Prime and CE, while in secret checking out their big asses. For once, Colt was relieved about his normally terrible fate of not being attractive to others, so he could enjoy his Coke and his chicken salad without having to pretend to be nice to anyone of those wrinklies.

They were a bit early, so the dean hadn't arrived yet. It seemed he was giving some really rich donor a private guided tour through some of the buildings.

Colt's phone buzzed.

Sam informed them via their private chat room that dean Haliburt was on his way.

Colt observed as he arrived grinning like a politician, approaching the first group of people who had just had their wine glasses filled. He shook hands with them, kissing one of the elderly women in an old-fashioned flower dress chastely on her cheeks. He laughed at the joke of one of the other guys to smoothly move to the next group.

And so it went for quite a while. The dean was working the crowd, making compliments, laughing at lame comments and pretended that he had the greatest time ever.

When he had finally made his way to the stand with beverages, he seemed exhausted and gratefully accepted a glass of wine. He had a modest sip and wanted to greet another one of his wealthy guests when he bumped into Colt. "Oh, Mr. Parker, I appreciate you coming today."

"No problem, Mr. Haliburt, you were short on students today."

"Indeed. I guess most students have more exciting things to do on such a lovely summer Sunday than to entertain boring old, but filthy rich people."

Colt smiled at the dean's honesty. "Well, I just returned from an exhausting trip to Texas, Arizona and Montana, so a quiet day on campus was quite a welcome change." Colt was scanning for Prime with his eyes.

"Oh, that must have been nice," the Dean answered politely.

"Yes, saw my parents."

"I hope they're doing fine," the dean continued his formulaic answers, for some reason feeling uncomfortable.

"Anyway, ..."

In this moment somebody bumped into the dean's elbow, making the old fat man spill most of his white wine on to the grass.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Haliburt," Prime apologized embarrassed.

The dean waved with his hand. "Nothing happened, Mr. Loope, no problem." The older man reached into his pocket to find a white cloth handkerchief. He wiped his wet hand and then his sweating forehead. He was clearly feeling uncomfortable; it was not only the sun, which made him sweat.

"Let me get you a new glass," Prime said cordially, grabbing the wine glass at the bottom from the dean to pick up a fresh glass of wine quickly.

"So where were we?" the professor asked recovering from the incidence.

"Was just telling you about my trip to Texas and Arizona; quite eventful. But ...",

Prime came back with another glass of wine handing it to the principal. "Here you go. Again apologies for my clumsiness."

Mr. Haliburt smiled magnanimously. "Thanks. Anyway, I need to attend to my donors again. Please accept my gratitude for you making the effort to help our university today. Have a nice Sunday, gentlemen."

"Dean," Colt nodded his head and watched the fat man waddle to the next group of potential patrons of the college.

"Got it?" Colt asked.

"Yep, all swabbed and bagged, I hope there was enough saliva on it."

Colt twisted his nose. For a moment he saw Mr. McErickson joining the event, but he only came to the dean whispering something into his ear. Both looked briefly in Colt and Prime's direction and turned away quickly, walking to a shady spot on the side. Mr. McErickson obviously had news for his boss.

"Where is Sam, Prime?" Colt asked, accounting only for Brian and CE in front of him.

"What's so important?"

"I got news from our friends in Arizona."

"Yes?"

"The boy and his wolves have made quite a mess there."

"A mess?"

"Eleven dead."

"Eleven?"

"It was a rogue pack, but still."

"And it was them?"

"Undoubtedly. The rogue pack lured them into a trap off the interstate. But it seemed they were warned."

"Who ordered the trap?"

"Somebody high up. We don't know."

"Seems they are getting worried about him for real now." Haliburt was satisfied.

"He killed the alpha himself."

"The boy?"

"Yes, that's what the grapevine says. His wolves killed the others in the fight, but the alpha was killed by Parker with his bare hands."

"But he's a human. How could he kill a wolf?" For some reason Haliburt was not really interested in the answer. He trembled a bit.

"Don't know. They had to remove all the evidence. And nobody's really sad that those rogues are dead, but it created quite some waves."

"You think they are dangerous?"

"Who knows? Slowly they must realize how strong they are together, that could make them dangerous."

"Well, I better not talk with Parker and this red wolf on my own anymore. I know they can't stand me, me being in bed with those fucking half-deads."

"Wise decision, dean."

"He also said that he was in Montana."

"I guess they were at the cremation of the red wolf's father. He had died some days ago."

"And will he be the next alpha of the pack? I mean that would solve things nicely."

"No, a gamma is taking over."

"Why not?"

"Not sure his pack would understand ... `his context.'"

The dean emptied his wine glass. "Why Arizona?"

"Well, it's on the way from Texas to California ..."

The dean looked at him with a smug expression. "Really?"

"Well, rumor has it they saw Betsy."

The dean seemed to chuckle at the thought of the pack meeting his Betsy.

"But can't confirm it, for some reason I cannot get hold of her."

"What do you think she told them?" Haliburt asked the other one as if entertaining him.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. But I assume it was all about Parker's parents."

"Oh fuck, she might have spilled the beans," the dean shook for moment theatrically. "If he knows, he might become dangerous after all."

"Will try my best to find out." McErickson seemed to have bought the dean's concerns.

The dean nodded in slimy agreement.

"There is one more thing," McErickson held Haliburt back, who wanted to attend to his guests again.

"Yes?"

"The price on his head has gone up again. The vampires want to break the deal bad."

The dean puffed. "Tell MaryAnn or anyone else high up, if anyone touches him before his graduation, I will make sure the whole Chestnut pack rips them apart."

"Got it. Enjoy your barbeque."

"Thanks, professor. Few more years and then I will be on my little island far away. And then those half-deads can try to have this wannabe wolf for a snack, whenever they want."

To the dean's dismay McErickson didn't react. He had to be careful. But his messages had been placed.

---

"Keep your left hand up, Colt," CE ordered. "And now the steps: One, two, three, four, punch."

Colt tried to follow the instructions, but felt he must look like a robot on Valium.

"Again."

"Good. And now: one, two, punch, punch. One, two, punch, punch."

Colt was sweating.

They were in the garden in the back of their house, the sun was setting, but it was still hot enough to make anyone pant; not talking about doing one's boxing training in the warm evening, being pushed hard by a sadistic drill instructor like CE.

"Punch harder, Brian won't break!" CE ordered relentlessly.

Colt panted like a sick horse.

"Come on, Colt, hit me!" Brian teased the Meta in front of him, although he could barely understand him because of the gum shield in his mouth.

Brian looked so sexy in his jock outfit. He had one of those muscle shirts, which basically exposed the whole sides of his upper body and often his nipples when he moved rapidly. He wore special, short exercise shorts so they wouldn't get in the way of his movements when boxing with Colt.

Colt hadn't thought boxing was a good idea. But CE had been of a different opinion. He insisted it was a great full body workout and on top it exercised his motoric reaction speed. Both were essential when fighting with vampires ... "or alpha wolves," as he had added with a snicker.

"Once more. One, two, punch, punch."

Colt's hands were stuck in real boxing gloves, a `gift' from CE. He would have never believed he would ever wear boxing gloves in his life. For a second he wanted his father to see him like this, but reprimanded himself as they had just posted DNA samples to a laboratory to confirm his father was actually not his real father. Therefore, he could also stop to ask for his approval. He would never be a real man in his eyes. But it shouldn't matter to him anymore. Because of him, he and his pack might have died off-road in Arizona.

"Don't punch me like a girl," Brian teased again. He held his gloves up to protect himself against Colt's weak attacks.

Colt wanted to retort wittily, but he was too exhausted. Sweat ran down his back, his ass crack, and his hairy calves, and twice CE even wiped his forehead, as he couldn't do it himself in his gloves. And even if he still had had the energy for a smart answer, he would have only uttered mumbles as he wore a gum shield as well. And that made him feel even stranger, like pretending to be boxer; desperately pretending not to be a whimsy fag.

"Okay, keep your left hand up, Colt. Brian will attack now."

Brian looked at Colt, who nodded. The blond boy was fast, he hit Colt without mercy.

Colt knew he would be lying on the floor within ten seconds if Brian hadn't held back. But he also felt how his muscles were worked out by being hit like this.

He started to evade the fist. And when Brian felt too sure, he hit back. Only one punch, pure instinct, without being told.

Obviously, Brian was too fast and blocked Colt's attack with his gloves quickly, but not without acknowledging the reaction.

"Well done, Colt," CE said. "You see now it's Brian, who fights like a girl."

"Get your gloves on then, big wolf, so I can show you," Brian said to CE while still throwing punches at Colt as if it was a walk in the park.

"Next time, Blondie. -- I guess we stop it now."

Colt was grateful and held out his hands to the enforcer, who started to untie Colt's gloves. When his hands felt fresh air again, he spit out his gum shield and said to Brian: "Come with me, Beta."

The two wolves looked at him questioningly.

"Yep, like that. Thanks CE, talk to you later," he dismissed the big guy and went inside.

Brian stood in front of him, unsure of what was going to happen. But hopeful.

Colt smiled a bit meanly and pulled down the blond boy's shorts exposing his white, traditional jockstrap. Brian had started to wear them frequently after Colt's `suggestion' some months ago. He nodded to the bench.

Brian lay down obediently and Colt quickly grabbed the wolf's smooth sweaty calves exposing the white bubble ass framed by the jockstrap.

"I always wanted to fuck a jock in the locker room," Colt confessed.

"Mmmmm," Brian mumbled through his gum shield lifting his legs even further although he couldn't really hold them with his red gloves.

"And now I'll see whether sweat is really such a good lubricant as the marines told me."

Brian's eyes opened wide as Colt pushed in without lots of preparation. He tried to stabilize himself with his gloved hands barely getting a grip at the bench, moaning at the pleasurable assault.

Colt was burning with desire to mount this jock, his jock. Seeing him in his boxing outfit had been too much, fighting with him nearly pushed him over the edge, looking down at him in his white jockstrap was unbearable.

He wasn't skillful today. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't trying to make it last. He just wanted to take this jock in his full outfit. Here and now and hard.

He shot much too fast.

The blue eyes looked at him in a daze, a mind numbing scent of fermenting wheat hanging in the air. The wolf didn't dare to lower his legs. They were so muscular, tanned and smooth. When he finally made attempts to get up, Colt pushed him back quickly biting into the right calf: "Stay down. Stay here with your legs high until I come back." It was obvious he wasn't done yet.

He left the room with the blond boy observing him eagerly but also somewhat concerned.

Colt took his time taking a long hot shower. It relaxed his aching muscles from boxing and fucking, and it made sure all his sweat, his come and Brian's juices were gone, leaving nothing but clean soap scent behind. The image that a blond jock was still lying out there on the bench with a well fucked hole and his legs high, kept him hard through the shower and toweling off.

Finally, Colt returned to the gym. Brian hadn't moved as ordered. He was a good boy. The Meta pulled the jock across the bench to make his head hang over it at the other end.

"Spit it out."

Brian pushed out the gum shield, not caring that it hit the dirty floor.

Colt held Brian's throat at the right angle and pushed his still hard cock into the surprised mouth, getting off on how the throat pipe widened. What a rush to face fuck Brian upside down. The boy's excited sounds were muffled between his legs, his gloved fists desperately trying to get a hold on Colt's hairy thighs, as the dick pushed him backwards on the bench. Colt fisted Brian's indecent shirt together on his chest exposing both pink hard nipples, which he pinched and twisted hard. The pain made the wolf's throat contract pleasurably around Colt's dick. He finally grabbed Brian's strong and smooth calves, this time from the other side than when fucking his ass, lifting them high, exposing again that white jockstrap framed ass. And when he leaned forward to push his middle finger into the hole oozing his come, he saw how wet the jockstrap was by now; the boy was leaking heavily unable to orgasm in his cage. The wolf jock was his, and only his.

And he came again. Deep into the warm throat. Months ago Brian might have coughed or gagged, but now he was skilled in taking everything his Meta gave him.

He let his dick slide out very slowly, so the jock could clean it thoroughly.

When they had caught their breath and Colt removed Brian's gloves, the wolf said: "Wow, can I be your boxing punch bag again soon?"

Colt kissed his Beta. "Any time, Brian. Just make sure you wear this sexy jock outfit and I'll fuck your holes so sore you'll feel it until our next session."

"And did you fuck me or Channing on this bench?"

"You, Brian."

The Mormon boy smiled proudly.

"That would have been much too vanilla for Channing ..."