Meta and the Marines II Chapter 12

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.


Comments or requests for more of Meta (& the Marines) can be emailed to Meta.JohnAR@gmail.com.

Depending on reception, I will post more chapters.


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

JAR

Meta & the Marines

CHAPTER 12

Nervously he waited in his car at the address CE had given him yesterday. His hands were sweaty, and his breathing unusually uneven. Something unexplained wanted to pull him out of the car towards the house with the wolves; and his dick was leaking precome like mad. Well, it had been leaking since he had left the bar last night. He had even had to change his sheets this morning as they reeked of his slime, so much had he been leaking.

He had tried once more to wank when he was in his bunk, desperately trying to experience an orgasm, but again his wolf refused to comply, partly shifting when he touched his thick stiff cock. He had never had a long dick anyway, but with a wolf's paw it was impossible to properly wank his cut penis. Frustrated he had stopped his efforts and tried to fall asleep. Not that he could really sleep. He had crazy thoughts throughout the night: Now he knew where the sentiment came from that masturbation made one grow hair on one's palms: wolf's paws. And he had even more questions: What was up with this human Colt? Was Prime's pack a fully gay pack? Would he want to join them? Were the gay wolves in this pack allowed to have mates? And how traditional was this pack? Questions over questions.

As he still wasn't asleep at 0500, he decided to get up and go to the gym, working himself exhausted. He didn't understand why, but whenever his muscles screamed to stop, he saw Colt's cold, calculating gray eyes and Prime's friendly powerful green eyes, making him push himself further. Of course, his jockstrap was full of slime and sweat after the workout. He had a quick shower soothing his complaining muscles and went for chow on base. Only then did he get some much-needed sleep despite the noise of a Saturday morning and noon on base.

He met Lucas for lunch.

"And how was the pussy hunt?" Isaac asked taking a big bite of omelet in the diner, which only survived because of the marines literally fed up with on-base chow.

"Only got to second base."

"Sorry, dude."

"No worries, she wasn't really worth it anyway. If I hadn't been so drunk I wouldn't have even tried," Lucas said with commendable honesty.

"And where's Tony?"

"He got lucky with some sorority girl here on spring break, I think they are still doing it ...," Lucas said not without respect. It was clear he didn't fully understand what the girls saw in this loud small guy.

"Well, he's a bit of a charmer, must be his Italian heritage," Isaac mumbled, working on his omelet.

"Sure. And what about you, you slut? Five guys at once? Did you guys have an orgy?"

Isaac started to cough. He quickly grabbed his napkin to make sure his half chewed food didn't fly all over the table. Once he'd recovered, he kicked Lucas with his foot. "You are disgusting, Lucas."

"Am I?"

"I didn't have sex with five guys, and I'm not a slut. We just talked, and then they left for their house."

"Oh sorry, so you didn't get your rocks off, either?" Lucas asked with full sympathy.

"Nope," Isaac answered trying to suppress the disturbing memory of his hand shifting into a wolf paw on his way home.

"Are they coupled up? I mean they're five."

"Not sure, I mean. Anyway, they invited me for barbeque this evening."

"Wine and dine you?"

"More meat and beer me. Wanna come with me?" Isaac didn't fully understand why he extended Colt's invitation to Lucas, but the thought of Lucas joining him calmed him down a bit -- and made sure he didn't do anything stupid.

"Are you sure they want me there? I'm into pussy after all ..."

"They're not going to rape your big chocolate hunk ass; unless you're dreaming of ..."

"Oh stop that, fag," Lucas responded whispering, making sure the family at the next table couldn't hear it.

"Well, you know with DADT gone, that isn't an issue anymore." Isaac didn't take any offense. Lucas had always been very supportive since Isaac had come out to him.

"I know, but even if you don't believe it I do like boobs."

"Noted, soft boobs that is ..."

"Dirty scumbag," Lucas laughed continuing with his eggs.

After the eggs, they got their burgers as `main course.' Isaac texted CE whether it was ok to bring Lucas with him for this evening, and after three minutes he got a: "Yes, of course. Make sure you guys are hungry."

"So?" Isaac asked.

"You promise they don't wanna get up my ass?"

Isaac shook his head in disbelief. "I will protect your virginity with my life," quickly thinking of his.

"Okay. But I take my own car, in case I need to make a quick exit and you are `occupied.'"

"Deal."

There he was. Lucas' old blue Ford turned around the corner and stopped next to Isaac's car.

They both got out of their cars and Isaac hoped Lucas wouldn't comment on his outfit. He had put on long pants and a long-sleeved light-blue shirt. This hid all his tattoos on his arms, making him look like the proverbially ideal son-in-law. He didn't know why he dressed up like this, but it felt better that way.

Lucas didn't react to his friend's preppy attire and joined him walking to the door. Isaac wondered whether straight men missed that gene.

The house was a classical desert midcentury modern type building, completely white on the outside with a desert flora garden. The door was painted bright yellow extending an innocently cheerful vibe. The bell rang, and within seconds the boyish young, dark enforcer, Sam, opened the door with a friendly smile. "Hi, Isaac, Lucas, come in."

"Thanks."

They walked through the main room, which kept the theme of the fifties as decoration, into the yard behind the house with the perfectly green grass, some old palm trees throwing shadows over the pool and a big table with eight chairs.

Light smoke and the scent of meat danced through the air making Isaac's stomach growl.

"No worries, jarhead, steaks will be ready soon. I assume you like them bloody," Prime asked working at the grill. He was a bit negligent only wearing his dark blue swim pants but standing bare-chested next to fire. But he also knew that he was a wolf and hot fat wouldn't really harm him.

"Very much so, Prime," Isaac answered.

"And you Lucas?"

"I prefer my cow dead if possible," the big dark marine answered with a wicked smile. Even he had to appreciate the hunky physique of the redhead. Although he found the tattoo a bit intense; but white gays seemed to be into them right now; even the innocent Isaac sported upper arm tattoos like a criminal.

"I agree," the small nerd said coming out of the house. He wore a black T-Shirt branded `OBEY.'

Isaac gaped at the human. His knees got weak, and his dick was throbbing. When Colt stared back, Isaac quickly broke the eye contact looking at Sam, who came out to the yard to bring the two guests their beers. "There's enough in the fridge, just help yourselves. Okay?" the cute guy said.

"Dangerous to give active duty marines free access to beer," Brian reprimanded Sam light-heartedly.

Isaac confirmed all four wolves wore the same tattoo: an elaborate pattern of Celtic symbols and bands covering their right shoulders and upper arms, surrounding two letters which looked like `CP' in an old type set. He wondered what `CP' stood for. What was Prime's last name? Did it start with `C?' Then it could be for `C's Pack.'

"I promise I'll make sure they behave," CE explained dryly. Same tattoo and built like a brick shit house walking around topless like the other wolves. He wondered though that Sam and CE didn't have any hair on their chests. The hair on Prime and Brian might be so much bleached by the sun that it basically became invisible to be mistaken for absent, but with Sam and CE?

"And I'll ship them directly to the brig on base in case of troubles," CE said looking directly at Isaac, friendly but also saying: `I mean it.'

"No worries, we'll behave," Lucas said laughing. He liked those guys. Sometimes he envied Isaac. His gay friends seemed to be so much more relaxed and drama-free than the friends of the girls he was chasing.

"So how was the hunt yesterday?" Colt asked Lucas, although Isaac felt the question had been for him.

"Uneventful."

"Shame, I thought there would be lots of college girls here for fall break."

"There are. Although I think they prefer to go to Mexico nowadays, cheaper alcohol."

"Okay, steaks finished. Sam, where do we stand with the other stuff?"

"Salads, ketchup, veggies and bread all ready, Sir."

Isaac twitched. He looked at Lucas to check whether he had noticed. But it seemed he just thought this was friendly banter. Only Isaac knew Sam was addressing his alpha wolf appropriately.

"Good. Isaac, take a plate."

"Yes, Prime," he responded, crisply marching to the grill to get his steak. He hoped he didn't look like a marine on his way to the colonel to get a medal.

A gigantic piece of meat landed on this plate. It didn't even properly fit on it, burning a bit of his thumb and greasing his hand. Brian was right behind with two plates, on both of which meat of similar size was placed. CE and Sam were next.

"Let's sit," Colt said taking Lucas' elbow for a second and guiding him to the table. "Prime will bring our dead cows."

"Okay, why do I feel like a girl getting not completely bloody steaks?" Lucas chuckled.

"Don't worry. I, as half European, don't understand the bloody thing either. Maybe they didn't have fire at home when they grew up in the fly over states."

"Or you didn't even know what a steak was in Europe," Brian responded winking with his eyes.

"Sure, we only eat frog legs, snails and pig snouts ..."

Prime came back putting a deliciously smelling big steak in front of Lucas, whose eyes seemed to devour the meat already. He placed a smaller piece in front of Colt, who said: "Appreciate that." The big redhead himself sat down where Brian had put his second plate.

Nobody started to eat. Lucas seemed confused, Isaac noted. Of course, he didn't know in packs the alpha ate first. But to Isaac's surprise Colt cut into the meat first and took a bite. "Gorgeous!"

"Thanks," Prime smiled and started to cut off a piece as well. When he was chewing, all the other wolves started to attack their steaks with ferocity.

"Odd," Isaac thought. "This is an odd pack." They passed around the ketchup, the veggies, the bread and water. For a very short second Isaac noticed Lucas looking at him in what seemed the very same odd way he felt about the pack.

"So we got calls from neighbors that in `Lucy's' some drunk marines were having a fight at 2 o clock in the morning, obviously refusing to leave the bar for closing. So three of my men and I got in looking at the mess. We were expecting `some' marines, but there was only one."

"Who?" Lucas asked.

"This dickhead," CE said pointing with his knife to Prime, although the way he had said `dickhead' was nearly respectful and endearing. "He had already knocked out five guys: two bartenders, two bouncers and another guest. And it was clear he wouldn't go down without a fight."

"Fuck, you wanted to beat up the Military Police?" Lucas asked the redhead. Isaac cringed a bit, he felt Lucas addressed the alpha without the necessary respect, but then scolded himself: `How should Lucas know? Prime surely will understand.'

"Don't really remember, but I guess so," Prime evaded the answer.

"I could have easily used our tasers and shocked him into submission ...,"

Isaacs's cock twitched when he saw Colt's evil grin.

"..., but using tasers always creates so much paper work. So I said to my guys to pull the beaten guys outside and stay outside. When I was alone with this guy," again CE's voice was so respectful despite the potentially insubordinate sounding words `this guy,' "I said: `You have two choices: First, we have a fight, I win and then I put you into handcuffs or I taser you and then I put you into handcuffs.'"

"Obviously just handcuffs wasn't an option," Brian stated the obvious with a smile, while pouring some water into Prime's glass.

Isaac smiled at that little gesture of submission.

"So he chose to fight," CE said with a smile. "I was lucky he was so drunk he could barely stand anymore otherwise this could have been painful. Ten minutes later he was in handcuffs and walked next to me like a good boy. Right, Prime?"

The red-haired hunk with the many freckles grunted. "That hadn't been a fair fight," he complained scrunching his nose.

"Nope, but it wasn't fair to the other five either," CE reminded him. "Anyway, a day in the brig and an official warning had their effect. As of then Sergeant Loope didn't get into trouble anymore when in San Diego. I guess he was shit-scared I would beat his ass again."

"You think. I knew next time I would have broken your neck and gotten to Leavenworth."

"In your dreams," CE said smugly.

"So, Colt, how did you meet all these guys?" Lucas asked obviously picking up on this oddity.

Isaac's light-brown eyes quickly looked at the small man, who diligently cut his lean steak listening closely to CE's story. When Colt looked back unfazed, he averted his eyes again, focusing on his own steak, which tasted unreal superb. But maybe it was just the present company.

"Last year at college. Business class. Prime needed some help in dealing with the professor."

Isaac quickly looked at the alpha, whose face didn't betray any emotion; but he knew there was more behind this story than he told Lucas.

"He was a bitch, CE and I dropped the class quickly," Brian added.

"So you are all in college?" Isaac asked.

"Yep," Colt responded for them, not Prime, "sharing a house."

"Ouch. Is he a stickler for doing it the marine way?" Lucas asked them nodding briefly at Prime.

Colt shook his head with a smile. "No. I mean his room looks like a room in the barracks, but otherwise we have recivilized him quite bit."

A deep growl.

Lucas chuckled.

Isaac wondered what Colt had really meant with his comment.

"Who wants some beer?" Sam asked getting up nearly done with his steak.

Isaac wasn't surprised anymore CE and Sam looked as they looked. The ease with which they devoured their steaks like nothing suggested they ate a lot of protein, helping them to bulk up. Obviously being wolves helped as well.

Lucas, Isaac, Prime and Brian raised their hands and Sam came back with 5 ice-cold beers and a Diet Coke can. He first opened the can and gave it to Colt, before he handed over the beers. `Odd,' Isaac thought again. He felt that the human examined him closely. He didn't dare to look up but kept his head down, nursing his beer, while praying his dick would stop leaking. Soon he would have wet spot on his nice pants.

And they talked about where they came from: Prime from Montana, Brian from Utah, CE originally from Nevada, Sam from California, Colt from Texas and Poland.

"Poland?" Isaac asked quickly, as he felt Colt wasn't really from Texas and Poland but kept it as a cover story. Shit, was he with one of the agencies? Is that why he hung out with former marines?

"Yep, my maternal grandparents lived there. Spent many summers over there. They owned vineyards."

Isaac was hit with scents of wine, making his head ache and his dick hard. It was the same fresh wine scent he'd picked up yesterday in the bar. Obviously, it hadn't been wine they sold there but something else. The waves kept coming, hitting him in steady intervals. He had to put his fork down and drink some water. His hand was shaking when he put the glass down. Slowly the nearly hostile waves subsided and he regained his composure. He was happy nobody had noticed his shaking as they kept listening to Colt's tale about mountain strawberries, white cherries and plum preserves. When he looked up though, he saw the human was staring at him cockily, sending him a wicked smile like saying: `Shall I do it again?'

Isaac realized this nerd was dangerous despite his meek appearance. He dropped his head not wanting to challenge him. He got another, but softer wave of fresh wine as acknowledgement of his wise decision.

When all of them had finished their steaks, Colt said: "So, Lucas, hunting tonight again?"

The dark marine showed his big white teeth. "Sure, need to use the last days before the only thing to fuck are goats and squids ..."

"Squids?" Sam asked.

"Sailors," CE explained.

"Ah."

Lucas got up. "Guys, thanks for this delicious steak, but I guess I'll get going now, before the girls are too drunk."

Sam got up turning on the lights on the patio as the night had surrounded them in the past minutes.

"Great you could come," Prime said, shaking the hand of Lucas. "All the best over there. Stay safe."

"Thanks, sergeant," Lucas answered touched and respectfully, making Isaac smile.

"CE, could you see Lucas out?"

"Sure."

"And I guess Sam and Isaac need to clean up this mess," Colt said in a voice which didn't know doubt. Isaac was a bit surprised being assigned kitchen duty given he was a guest; but he didn't mind, actually, it sent warm shivers down his back that he was treated as if being part of the pack.

While Prime and Brian went to the grill to clean it, Isaac put the plates on top of each other and carried them in the kitchen, where Sam put them into the dishwasher. He made the same trip several times before the enforcer with that innocent smile and those puppy eyes handed him cleaning spray and towels.

Colt disappeared in one of the rooms, and Isaac didn't think he needed to know why. Only when he had finished cleaning the table, he approached Prime, who closed the grill wiping his hands off on a cloth. "Thanks, Alpha, for the invitation," he said respectfully looking briefly into those magnanimous green eyes and then on the floor to express his feeling.

"Was our pleasure, Isaac. And we're not done yet."

"Sir?"

"Exactly," Prime said. "You better be an obedient wolf now."

"Not following."

"Just do as you are told and you'll be fine. I'm sure you can do that given your marine and wolf shifter background."

"Yes, Sir. But I'm not in your pack."

"True, not yet."

"Yet?"

"Too many questions, jarhead. Just go with the flow."

Isaac nodded and followed Prime into the house, where they found the others watching a football game on a too big TV screen cheering for the San Diego Chargers. Sam gave him another beer and he got into the spirit of the game even if it was a recording.

And then he heard Colt coughing slightly. Brian took the remote and turned off the TV.

Isaac frowned.

"Isaac, undress," Colt ordered.

"Excuse me?"

Isaac shouldn't have asked. CE was in front of him within a second with his head touching his forehead. If he'd worn the traditional D.I.'s cover, Isaac would have regressed to his time as recruit, the lowest life form the Corps knew, below amoebas and civilians.

"When Colt orders you to undress, you undress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir!" Isaac said meekly. He was confused.

"Don't fucking `Sir' me, jarhead!" CE ordered.

How could this gentle giant become an asshole D.I. within a second? "Yes, CE," he tried instead.

"Don't make me tell you again," Colt looked at him with those gray eyes devoid of any feelings, sending him a wave of fresh wine, which made Isaac nearly drop to his knees. `Who was this guy? And what did he do to him?' Isaac started to open his shirt afraid his stiff dick would betray him.

"Move it, jarhead," Prime said in his alpha voice.

Isaac whined like a beaten puppy, getting out of his shoes and his pants putting them at the sofa next to him. Instinctively, he stood at attention in his boxer shorts and sox.

"My God, is this marine a moron?" Colt said with disgust making Isaac squirm. He knew there was a little tent in his white gray striped boxer shorts; he squirmed because he was called moron, he squirmed because he sported a tent, he squirmed because it was just a small tent.

"If I have to say it once more, I'm going to make sure these wolves use you as punching bag. Understood?" Colt threatened with an icy voice. It wasn't loud like CE's, it wasn't deep alpha like Prime's but it was clear he meant what he said.

"Understood, Sir," Isaac answered getting out of his black socks and boxer shorts, self-conscious about his dick leaking as if it was awaiting to sire a son with a princess. He thought Sam chuckled but he didn't react. For some reason he was scared to react, but also too excited about what was to happen.

"At ease, jarhead," CE ordered. "And you're going to follow my orders immediately."

"Yes, CE."

Prime pushed down his swim shorts. Isaac's head became even dizzier; beer, wine scent and the sexual oddity of the situation weren't enough; Prime stood naked in front of him, nearly proudly showing off his body. He looked fucking good, and Isaac's cock twitched.

Prime growled.

Isaac's cock went down scared, but kept leaking. He was embarrassed, but his cock wanted to get stiff again. What did Prime have around his cock? It looked like a cage. Fuck, was he on drugs? Too many beers?

And then Prime shifted. Nothing unusual for Isaac until he saw Prime's wolf. It was big, bigger than most of the wolves in his pack; even bigger than the alpha in his pack at home. And he was golden. He had never seen a golden wolf; the green eyes looked at him saying: `Obey,' and Isaac nodded to the wolf.

The wolf approached him and jumped on him, making him lose his balance.

"Stop fidgeting. At ease, marine," CE ordered nearly in a perfect professional manner.

"Yes, enforcer," he pushed through his mouth, trying to carry the heavy weight of the beast.

And he nearly lost his balance again when Prime's wolf started to lick his face. `What the heck?'

His long rough tongue touched his lips, forcing itself into his mouth licking his teeth. This scene moved from oddly exciting to oddly disgusting very quickly. And when he'd made up his mind to challenge the beast, the wolf jumped off him.

But he was relieved too quickly. The wolf pushed his nose into his crotch. Sniffing his blond pubes, sniffing at his hairless balls and his cock. Even a string of slimy precome transferred to the wolf, who seemed to ignore it.

He was quite happy with his wolf-genetic inheritance. He had a cute masculine face with his light brown eyes, even nose and strong jaw, and a perfect WASP blond hair color making him attractive to ladies and boys equally, he was tall with his 6 foot 2 and had a great body thanks to his wolf genetics and the marine training, he looked a little bit badass due to his tattoos on both of his upper arms, but he would have like a bit a bigger dick. It was nicely thick, but not long enough he thought; and it wasn't really a grower. And that had also been the reason that he'd barely felt confident about sex; most boys wanted him to top, and he didn't feel comfortable that with his dick he would be any good at topping at all. And while there were enough gays out there, who liked a bottom marine, he'd never met anyone who he wanted to spread his strong legs for.

And now all these guys had seen him excited. He blushed like a girl.

"Turn around, bend over, spread your ass."

Isaac couldn't resist anymore; he did as told; jerking when he felt the cold muzzle at his ass. Fuck, he had a wolf sniffing his ass. This was weird. Even his cock had decided this was outside of its comfort zone.

And then it stopped.

"At ease, jarhead," CE ordered.

Isaac turned around and took the ordered position. Prime had left. He heard, though, how he shifted back next door and some water flowing.

Drying his face with a towel, Prime came back now wearing his surfer shorts again.

Isaac looked around carefully. Everyone else looked at Colt, who took a quiet sip from his Coke. After some awkward silence, the human asked Prime: "So what can you tell us about Isaac's virginity?"

"Virginity?" Isaac asked.

Prime growled. And this time it was a deep unfriendly alpha growl. `Shut up or you can look for your balls in the trashcan,' it said.

"Meta ...," Prime started.

`Meta?' Isaac asked himself having learned his lesson.

"..., he never got fucked; I'm sure his little dicklet never penetrated anything or was masturbated to the end ..."

Isaac wanted to vanish into thin air. This was so humiliating. A hunk of a wolf talked about his dick and that he'd never had a real orgasm, only wet dreams.

"He seems to have sucked off quite some guys though, but not recently."

`Outed as a cocksucker in front of all these guys,' Isaac's shoulders sagged.

"Okay. I guess we can consider him kind of pure. Soap will do the rest."

"Yes, Sir," Prime answered respectfully.

"Shift, Isaac. I want to talk to your wolf."

The light blond hunk looked up and wanted to say something, but the growls of Prime, CE and Sam made him change his mind in an instant. He got in touch with his inner wolf, who seemed to have waited for this already and took over faster than he'd thought possible.

Within seconds his wolf picked up the scents around him, indulging in the smell of a waterfall and grapes; looking at the human in front him, drawn to him, wanting to lick him, wanting to submit to him, wanting to serve so badly.

Isaac's wolf was looking around with intense light brown eyes. His fur was of a unique ocher color; not yellow, not golden, not brown, a soft earthy ocher reminding Colt of late afternoons in the Grand Canyon.

He showed his palm to the new wolf, who approached him eagerly licking it. He didn't want to stop, so Colt had to take it away, while getting into his knees. "Hello, Isaac's wolf."

The wolf growled. Very friendly. Trying to get closer to the enticingly smelling human in front of him, trying to lick his face so desperately.

But Colt said fiercely: "Not now, wolf."

Isaac's wolf whined a bit but stopped, listening to the human, because obeying made him feel good.

"Isaac will go back to Afghanistan. I'm asking you to protect him for us when he's there. I'm asking you to help him to serve honorably, but also to help him to come back unharmed. Can you do this for me?"

The wolf whined in agreement.

Colt raised his hand ruffling the soft fur between his ears, which were focused on the human 100%.

"But I need you to do more for me, Isaac's wolf," Colt continued; his steady voice imprinting itself on the wolf's brain for the rest of his life. "I need you to make sure he stays pure. Protect him from himself when he wants to soil himself. Make sure he stays true to his future Meta and Alpha. Every time he touches himself improperly or thinks improper thoughts, please help him to stay a good enforcer. Can you do this for me?"

The wolf lay down, putting his face between Colt's naked feet, licking them, saying: `Yes, I can.'

"Good, when Isaac's stint is over and he leaves the Corps, guide him to us, make him find us wherever we are. We will welcome him and you in our pack as pack brother and enforcer. Would you want that for him?"

Now the wolf whined; nearly painfully.

"Thank you. We'll take care of you and Isaac. And I know you'll always take care of your Meta, Alpha and pack. You're beautiful, Isaac's wolf."

More whining, more licking.

It was quiet now. None of the others made even the smallest sound; everyone focused on Colt and the ocher wolf.

"Okay, Isaac, it's time for you to shift back."

Isaac wiped his face.

"Did you understand everything I said to your wolf?"

"Yes, Sir, I think I did."

"When you are done with the Corps, you'll join this pack."

Isaac wanted to say something, like that he was loyal to his old pack, that at least he should be asked, but his wolf made him stop with a jolt. His need to obey became unbearable, so he said: "Yes, Sir."

"Bring honor to the Corps and to this pack."

"I'll do my best, Colt."

"We'll stay in contact with you, Isaac. CE will give you our contact details. If you need anything over there, whatever it is, let us know," Prime said with a friendly voice.

"Thank you, Alpha."

"Do you have questions?" Colt asked finally.

"Yes, Sir. Meta?"

"Brian!" Colt said. The blond boy sighed and explained the concept of the Meta again: "We are a special pack as you noticed. Not only are we all gay, but also we have Colt as Meta. A Meta guides the pack towards its long term success as you surely noticed that most Alphas get killed quite quickly due to their testosterone driven recklessness."

As expected, Prime growled.

"As our submission to our Meta, we'll stay pure for him."

"Understood, Beta," Isaac said, although he didn't really, except his wolf made him. "So I'll never come?"

"You might, but not through penetration or direct stimulation," Brian answered.

Isaac's wolf howled with joy.

"And the tattoo, the chains I saw yesterday?"

"Colt's marks, we wear them with pride. So will you."

"Yes, I will," Isaac answered as if he'd always known; sensing that his wolf had always known anyway.

"Hungry?" Colt asked with a little smile.

Isaac's heart beat; this man, who smelled so addictive, who talked to his wolf as if he'd known him since he'd been born, who directed this pack with such cool calm that it made his dick twitch, had just addressed him full of care. "Yes, Meta. Hungry. The shift."

"I know. You know where the fridge is by now. -- Prime, Isaac seems to be your size, do you have some extra swim shorts for him?"

"Sure, I'll get them."

"Thanks, Alpha."

Isaac waited for Prime before he bit into his sandwich, gulping it down with that French water brand he found in the fridge. The mountains reminded him of Prime's pine scent. The others were snacking on potato chips and ice cream bars with beers and bubblies next to them.

Isaac was eerily content sitting in the hot tub, feeling the crispy clean air on his naked wet shoulders, touching the legs of Sam and CE sitting next to him, looking directly at Colt opposite to him, who had his hand on Prime's and Brian's shoulders.

He didn't want to go to Afghanistan anymore. He felt too close to this pack already. He might not have been officially accepted yet, it might not be love but only physical attraction for now and that brainwashing scent of waterfalls and wines, but his wolf made it absolutely clear that this was his pack; and he wouldn't be able to deny him that. The next months would be tough for him and his wolf.

"Your sea scent is very sexy, Isaac," Colt said with a smile.

Isaac's cock twitched.

"That you might want to get under control, boy," Prime commented on Isaac's bodily reaction.

"Yes, Alpha, sorry. I'm sure my wolf will."

Colt nodded.

And then they were quiet, looking at the twinkling stars in a cool clear desert night. Listening to the sounds of nothing, enjoying the light breeze, which would allow them to sleep with open windows.

After some while, Colt addressed the wolves: "Brian, can you and CE and Sam prepare the main room so we can sleep as a pack?"

"Yep, will do. Let's go, enforcers, and take the beer bottles with you. Looks like marines had a party here," Brian instructed trying to tease CE as usual.

"No way. No Legos around," CE mumbled.

"'Legos?'" Sam asked confused like all the other men not having been in the military.

"Let me explain," CE said disappearing into the house.

Isaac chuckled remembering the Lego episode of one of his platoon members, but became quiet quickly when he realized that he was alone with Colt and Prime.

"How do you feel?" Colt asked.

"Good, Sir. I have never felt my wolf being so happy."

"I sense that. You haven't listened to him. Have you?"

"It seems not. Thank you. We have a bit of a challenging relationship. And he's not happy to go back over there," Isaac explained.

"As said, if you need anything over there, let Prime know. We'll do our best, and please come back to us." Colt wondered whether something like `split personalities' existed within wolf shifters -- between human and wolf.

"I will, Colt, I have a good reason now to come back," Isaac confessed, which made him feel good. And his wolf even more.

"You do. And now join the others, you'll learn how Colt's pack loves to sleep," Prime ordered, handing him his empty glass to carry it into the kitchen.

"Yes, Alpha. -- Colt," Isaac nodded at the Meta's direction and joined the others.

"What?" Colt asked Prime, who had a mysterious smile on his lips.

"You are something, boy."

"Boy?"

"You know exactly, Colt."

"Know what?"

"You grabbed this guy as if he was a lost puppy and told him what's going to happen. No question, no doubt. Set the rules for him. And he complied happily." Prime's voice was rough.

"Well, he was lost, nearly a lost puppy."

"I know. But imagine if you had met him a year ago."

"You mean before vampires, packs, cages and chains?" Colt chuckled.

"Yes."

"Then I might have wanked thinking of him," Colt responded brutally fully aware that if under normal circumstances a hunk like Isaac would have never been interested him and he, the nerd, would have never had the chance to get him.

Prime whined.

"Oh stop it. You know I find him sexy like hell, my boner nearly killed me when I talked with his wolf."

"I noticed. I already wondered."

"NO! I'm not into wolf sex," Colt declared categorically.

"Just saying."

"Don't even think it again, Prime."

"What's the punishment?"

Colt quickly grabbed Prime's sore nipples and twisted them.

"Fuck, you are brutal," Prime said honestly but also a bit excited. "So are you building an army?"

"Army? I thought those were cock suckers."

"I guess I need to drop that act ..."

Colt looked at him smugly. "You do if you want to suck my cock again ..."

"Don't distract me, Colt. Are you building an army? This will be our third enforcer."

"I don't know what I'm building. I'm following my instinct. I smelled this wolf. Like I smelled you guys last year and then Sam. So I felt this was the right thing to do."

Prime nodded. "I love your instinct, Meta."

"Maybe I was just imprinted when I was a young boy."

"What do you mean?" Prime asked.

"I remember. I was nine or ten, still before puberty. There was a base close to my parents' place, I think National Reserve. Long closed by now. Down the street was a strip mall with a barber. Sunday late afternoon soldiers would rush to the barber to get their haircut for the week, especially when they went into the field. I took my bike and rode around the parking lot at the mall, always trying to get close to the soldiers visiting the barber. I had dirty fantasies already then. Even during puberty I used them as wank off material."

Prime chuckled. "I got myself a uniform chaser."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to a lot of Marine Corpgasms."

Both of them burst into laughter.

"Well not for the marines or us wolves now that you got to the next level."

"What do you mean?"

Prime smiled. "You know you not only got us a new pack member but we learned something new today as well ..."

"What? That I like hunky men in boots? That I prefer the fair skinned? That love torturing your nipples? That I'm becoming possessive to a level which might become a psychological problem soon?" Colt offered.

"We have known all of that for a long time," Prime teased Colt, massaging the nerd's neck to avoid another nipple attack.

"So what is then?"

"You have found the 3rd step, Meta. Completely by yourself. You found a way to connect to our wolves making them police our purity. That will be even more effective than those thingies." He wiggled with his hips making a little noise with the cage.

Colt lifted his eyebrows in surprise. He scratched his left shoulder absentmindedly. "If he's still pure when he comes back from fucking Afghanistan, I will have the same conversation with your wolves then." He remembered Brian's explanation what seemed years ago on the clearing:

`Third, he ensures the Inner Circle will comply to serve only him,' Brian had said.

`And how does he do that?' Colt had asked.

`The Shaman said the right meta will have the power to control the sexual energy of a bonded wolf.'

`And if I don't?'

`I've thought of a "temporary" solution,' Brian had explained referring to those clunky plastic cages.

"Understood," Prime said with a naughty smile bringing Colt back to the present. "You're doing better than anyone thought, Colt," he added picking up some strange vibe.

"Thanks, I guess you deserve some credit." Colt's voice didn't sound too confident.

"Maybe. Doubts?" Prime sensed in his Meta.

"Yes."

Prime eye's darkened, like night falling over the pine trees. "What?"

"He will be gone, for close to a year, to a dangerous, useless place on the other side of the world. I already feel pain and anxiety about him gone."

"Me too. He's now part of our pack. And he'll feel the same. He'll need our unlimited support to make it through this. He'll need you, Colt."

"Okay, never thought I would become the wife of a soldier abroad ..."

Prime laughed. "No wife, no soldier."

"Still, I should have thought this through better."

"No, Colt, you listened to your instinct. And you made a wolf very happy today."

"Then let's hope when he's back, I won't have to send all of you to a totally different war ..."

"Fate will decide," was Prime's mysterious answer.