The Wolf

Author’s notes: This is my first try at writing an original story and not fanfiction. I’m just experimenting so I don’t know what it’s worth. Anyway I wanted to try something new, and as I’m quite a fan of dark stuff, here is my attempt at a horror/erotic like short story. Hope it’s not too bad. For anyone who cares, I guess I can say my inspirations are Stephen King, Poppy Z Brite and a video game named Silent Hill, that some of you might have heard off before. 

 

Warning: dark theme, sexual content (lemon), homosexual theme/love, disturbing theme and mention of what I should call cannibalism, sort of, even if I think it doesn’t really apply but well… let’s stay on the safe side ne? If you know Poppy Z Brite then you know what to expect. Just softer.

 

Disclaimer: I own this story and their characters, but not any of my influences. As it is my first try it may look like something already written but was in NO WAY mean that way. So please, don’t sue me and leave constructive reviews if you do. Thank you.

 

 

The Wolf

 

by Shadow of Arashi

 

 

  

 

If Keith Civer had been expecting anything when he pushed the door of the bar this evening, it certainly wasn’t the sudden spark inside him when he saw him.

 

A sparkle of heat in the depth of his body, that almost electrical jolt that come with that feeling close to recognition.

 

Not that he had ever saw him before. He would have remember someone like that. His mind and his body would have remember.

 

Keith Civer was a wolf. Had been since his birth. A wolf with a human appearance that is. The hunt, the taste of blood, the pleasure of biting into fresh flesh with his fangs was a thrill that he knows well. It was in his blood, his genes and was his only heritage.

 

He was a real hunter, an animal of the night living among humans, just like any vampires from the underground literature of England. And in all his 28 years of life he had never thought of himself as a killer, a monster or a werewolf once.

 

None of those fit him after all. He wasn’t insane, was the average fellow when you weren’t stepping on his feet and was working as a bouncer in a local nightclub, thanks to his tall and rather muscular build. He always pay his fees, never cross the roads when it was red and had never gotten drunk.

 

The only thing that cast him apart from the normal humans was the fact that he didn’t eat anything else than flesh.

 

Human flesh.

 

But hey, he was a predator after all. His instinct and his habits were the ones of a wolf, and the humans were the cattle. So why should he have feel concerned by his action?

 

He remembered trying eating only animals once, but he stopped quickly when he noticed that he was wasting away with that diet.

 

He had always acted like this, hunting in the darkest hours of night to find his food; the growls, almost slit pupils and heightened senses being integral part of what he was. An unique creature, half man half wolf, a hunter among the preys.

 

And now he was hungry.

 

The Hunger was teasing him right now. It wasn’t so bad as to drive him feral, as it had happened before when he was living in the streets, but it was enough to make him even more forceful than usual.

 

Usually when he was going through the Hunger, he just went to the nearest bar (advantage of working as a bouncer) and fetch a prey before leaving with it. He then took his food home where he eat it away from the crowd’s watchful eyes and tore into flesh and bones to feed.

 

Usually after a little struggle.

 

But it wasn’t hard to find what he needed to live. The wild and untamed black hair, deep blue eyes, bad boy look and handsome face assure him enough looks from girls and guys alike to choose his food.

 

This night wasn’t suppose to be any different as he had made his way to a bar he knew well, looking for a prey as he did every weeks.

 

Until he saw him.

 

Him, who was currently sipping on a drink, head tilted as if to listen to a music only he could heard.

 

Keith stared at him, taking in every details of the boy’s appearance and wondering what was this feeling he felt burning in his chest as he did.

 

The boy couldn’t have been more than 20 years old.

 

He was lanky and thin, but had an unearthly grace about him, unlike most people with such a slight frame. His blonde hair, which was long enough to almost fall on his shoulders, was kept in a carefully organized disorder. A few locks were falling across his face and hiding one of his half lidded, sleepy looking cloudy grey eyes. His hair was streaked here and there with black die.

 

He was radiating melancholy and gentleness.

 

Black seem to be his choice color. As it was all the color he was wearing. And in Keith’s eyes, it made him even more beautiful, contrasting wonderfully with the pale skin of the boy.

 

Keith was suddenly startled out of his daydreaming when he saw that his new found interest was being offered another drink, by one of the local punks. He almost growled out loud, the wolf in him coming to the surface with a huge wave of possessiveness.

 

That too was new for him.

 

As for the first time in his life he was feeling another sort of Hunger. A Hunger where it wasn’t his stomach screaming for attention but his groin. He didn’t even know why this boy interest him so much. Or why a boy in the first place. Not that he had ever care about the sex of his preys.

 

But right now Keith didn’t care. All he wanted was to throw this punk away from the boy he had already claimed as his. He was already making his way toward the two when he saw the boy shaking his head, before handing back the drink to the punk with a sad smile on his pretty face.

 

Keith watched with great interest as the punk tried to talk to the blond, before leaving, accepting his rejecting. The wolf let out an inner sigh of relief and rejoiced, baring his fangs in a grin before going to make his own move.

 

Moving with assurance, the wolf stepped closer to the blond, ready to go all weapons out to conquer the strange human boy who had caught his attention in such a peculiar way.

 

But just as he was about to call out for the boy, the blond turned his head with a start, as if sensing him, and their eyes meet.

 

The blonde’s eyes widen, a shimmer of something burning vividly in those wind colored orbs flashing before disappearing in a second. The drink he was still holding almost slipped from his grasp as he gazed into the dark blue eyes of the stranger in front of him.

 

Keith forgot all about what he was going to say when his eyes meet the blonde’s, his mind seemingly going feral, wild and ecstatic all at the same time. All his instincts and senses were going crazy. But it was alright, as it seems he wasn’t going to need to do any convincing to have this boy. The blond seems just as entranced by him as he was.

 

Keith tried to talk, but couldn’t find anything to say. His mouth and brain just wouldn’t cooperate. In a desperate attempt at getting his message across, he held out his hand toward the wind-colored eyes boy, who didn’t hesitate.

 

He took the wolf’s paw in his own smaller hand.

 

The contact send them both a delicious shiver running down their spine.

 

They left the bar in a daze then, and those wind-colored eyes went slightly unfocused as their owner follow the wolf to it’s home. And if Keith had been looking at a mirror at this moment, he would have noticed his eyes were just the same.

 

****

 

They stumble into the dark room with a muffle thud, none of them bothering to turn on the light. Both seems to prefer the mysterious, mystical light of the moon to the harsh glaring of artificial light.

 

Keith kissed hungrily the blond pressed against his body, feeling a Hunger so strong he didn’t know it even exist. Not bothering for foreplay and wanting, no needing the willing form of the boy in his arms, he threw the boy and himself on the bed with one powerful shove.

 

Any normal human would have been at least a little freaked out at the strength Keith had just shown. If not, his almost animal like reactions would have do the trick by now.

 

The blond under him didn’t even blink.

 

Instead he just keep on kissing the man above him, showing his own passion and desire but never pushing or making any move by himself more than a shy caress here and there. Keith loved it.

 

There was passion under those cloudy eyes, but there was also a submissiveness in them, a sort of link, an understanding that had been establish during the Game. A Game of dominance, possessiveness and submission to it’s law.

 

And they were both playing by the rule.

 

The wolf in him was almost totally out now and had free reign over his actions, his instincts taking over in the heat of sexual passion. Still, those instincts made him stop for a second, a very important question suddenly burning on his mind. A question to which he needed an answer.

 

Running a hand through the blond hair, he asked;

 

"What’s your name?"

 

The blond blinked, before offering a soft smile.

 

"Gabriel."

 

"I’m Keith."

 

The wolf declared, knowing that this exchange of information was very important somehow; and then with deep growls and snaps of fangs Keith tore his clothes and the boy’s out of the way.

 

And it was that same instinct that made him thrust into the pale body right away with force that shouldn’t be used on a mere human, not caring about anything but the raging inferno of want in his veins.

 

And thrust he did, completely overwhelmed with pleasure he had never felt before. It was even better than feeding.

 

Slamming hard into the willing body, Keith bitted on one delicate shoulder as he pushed in and out of that heavenly body, following the wolf instinct of marking what’s what his and drawing blood that he licked like a starving man.

 

Under him Gabriel answered in kind to his claiming, letting out soft growling noises of pleasure himself, seemingly not bothered at all by the general violence of this coupling which should have had him split in two by the pain.

 

Gabriel seemed to totally embrace that violence, going with the flow and following the rhythm his partner was imposing on him easily, as if he was made for it. In fact, it seems the blond almost thrive that hard joining of bodies, enjoying the powerful thrusts and the intense, wonderful sensation the bit on his shoulder was sending through his slender body.

 

It was with twin cries of pleasure that they came, hours later, when the moon disappeared behind the dark clouds filling the night sky.

 

 

 

Keith fell down on the bed with a loud gasp, breathing heavily as he felt the passion in his veins finally cooling down. He could feel Gabriel squirming a little under him, obviously a little uncomfortable under his heavier body, and pulled out of the boy’s body.

 

Gabriel still shuddered in pleasure when the wolf pulled out, and snuggled against the strong body next to him when a possessive arm was thrown around him. Keith buried his face into Gabriel’s neck then, breathing the blonde’s unique scent.

 

The wolf enjoyed the slight shivering he felt in the boy’s body, knowing by his scent it was a shiver of pleasure.

 

That’s when it hit him.

 

As he ran his hands down Gabriel’s back, Keith encountered something he had never noticed on anyone else but himself. The delicate growing of soft fur on his back when the wolf was submitted to very strong emotions. The only physical sign of his true nature, with his fangs.

 

Throwing a sharp look to the blond he finally noticed them, when Gabriel offered him another smile.

 

Fangs.

 

Smaller and more delicate than his own, but fangs nonetheless.

 

Staring at the blond in awe, Keith couldn’t help but wonder. This was a first. He had always thought himself to be alone till then. Could it be…?

 

"You… you are a Wolf? Like me?"

 

"It seems so. You are the first of my kind other than myself that I meet. It surely explain the attraction between us. I knew you were special when I saw you."

 

Gabriel declared, losing his smile for a more thoughtful expression as he absently fingered the bit on his shoulder. When he threw an almost worried glance toward Keith, the dark wolf suddenly understood. Instincts really are a wonderful thing.

 

"Yes, it does explain a lot."

 

Keith grinned, baring his fangs in a happy grin as he claimed the young wolf next to him in a heated kiss, using the occasion to give him another bit in his already marked shoulder.

 

He felt Gabriel melt in his arms at his actions and growled his contentment. After all it was only right for the alpha male to assert his claim over his mate.

 

Keith stopped his kissing then, before throwing a serious look at the other wolf as he gave a powerful, possessive growl.

 

"From now on Gabriel, you are my mate."

 

Gabriel didn’t even need to answer with words. The soft growl in his throat and his whole body attitude clearly show his willingness and happiness at being claimed. After all wolves choose their mates for life, and they are never wrong.

 

Later in the night, Keith lay awaked in bed, the wolf in him making him stay up to look after his mate, even in the peacefulness of their home. At least for this first night. It was still all rather sudden for him.

 

Keith yawned and turned over, preparing to go to sleep this time, and thinking of the preys he will catch tomorrow. What will he choose? A child? A woman? After all, he had to look after the well being of his mate, and it mean feeding as well. There was no way he was going to let Gabriel hunt alone now.

 

He had always been very protective of what he called his anyway. Even for a wolf. But looking at the sleeping wolf next to him, he knew the blond wouldn’t mind.

 

 

THE END