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Pairing: Mona and Boyd
Summary: Full moons bring out the beast in Dom
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Part fluff, part smut, part crack!fic, totally made up.
Authors Note: Okay, I was thinking about AUs one day and about how there have been vampire ones and selkie/mermaid ones, but there hasn't been a werewolf one - or at least I haven't read one. So then I felt challanged :p
This isn't a American Werewolf in London type of horror story or anything, I love wolves, I think they're beautiful. Beta-ed byindigo_blind. The title comes from Bram Stokers Dracula
Billy was silent as he watched the change. He'd been afraid to see the transformation for a long time, haunted by images from horror films and ghost stories, images of tearing skin and screams of anguish.
Dom had told him that it wasn't like that, there was pain, change was always accompanied by hurt, but it was the kind of burn that came with a relieving stretch after a long jog. It did almost look like an asana, muscles quivering and lengthening, Dom's body shifting into a new shape; then the ripple as skin melted into thick fur, brown and white and silvery grey pelt where golden flesh had been. Only Dom's eyes remained unchanged, blue and surrounded by fur
The wolf stretched as it rediscovered it's body, ears raised and nose twitching as it sensed the forest around it. A sound or scent caught it's attention and the lithe body tensed, it flashed a quick look into the dark window where Billy was stood before bounding into the trees and out of sight.
The howl that echoed through the woods crawled through Billy's flesh into his bones, making the small hairs on the back of his neck tingle.
Dom had often described the time spent in his other body. How his other self, his wolf self, experienced life. His five senses were heightened. Sight, sound and smell, all thick and detailed. He could hear spiders spinning webs, smell buds as they pushed through the earth towards the light and see the moon with a clarity that ached. Another sense, the one that the intensity and complexity of human existence had dulled, blossomed in his chest. The night sky pulled at him, trees whispered as they swayed and the thrum of the earth's beat could be felt through the perceptive pads of his paws.
"I feel so alive Bill," Dom had told him the morning he'd shared his secret, "everything is simple and bold. Because words and logic don't exist you only have your instinct to listen to, it's liberating, like when you catch a sweet wave but those ten seconds of euphoria last for hours."
He'd looked so beautiful when he'd told Billy about his secret life, glowing with enthusiasm and joy, that Billy wasn't disgusted or afraid. There was no evil or darkness behind Dom's smile.
"And when I'm me again," he'd added gesturing to his body clad in a T shirt and jeans cross legged in the sand, "and words and complications come back, they're richer because I know what it's like without them."
Now Billy knew his secret Dom was easier to understand. His roguish smile, the intuitive way he made choices and the predatory gleam that shone in his eyes, had roots in the phases of the moon, with something of the wild remaining in Dom when he took civilised form.
Billy left the fire smouldering in scarlet and crimson to keep the room warm and kept a light on for Dom as he climbed into bed. The last thing he heard before he drifted into sleep was a howl from deep within the forest.
He had tried to stay awake to see Dom return many times, but had always given in to sleep before he came home. Billy would wake in the morning to find Dom sleeping besides him, smelling of earth and sweetness, naked and content.
He was there as ever as dawn broke, with dirt under his fingernails and streaked on his skin and an air of peace surrounding him that Billy envied. Dom must have felt himself being watched and opened his eyes to look into Billy's.
"Morning, Bills." He stretched and moaned luxuriously and wriggled until he was lying half covering Billy with his face nuzzling Billy's chest.
"Morning, love," Billy lifted his hand to idly stroke his fingers through Dom's messy hair, "are you alright?" He would be, he always was, but Billy always asked, it was part of their routine.
"Lovely, thanks." Dom moved to press his lips against Billy's chest, his collar bone, a nipple, "lovely."
Billy relaxed into Dom's caress and changed the movement of his fingers in Dom's hair, shifting the lazy strokes to more encouraging ones.
Dom understood the sign and his lips left the curve of a shoulder to press against Billy's own.
"Love you Bill," he murmured as they kissed, one grass stained hand working it's way down Billy's body to build and mould the heat that was growing between Billy's thighs.
Sex after the night of the change was always breathtaking. Unrestrained and rough, not with force or domination, but intensity and need. Like the unrestrained character of nature was still flowing strongly in Dom's blood.
Dom never seemed to be able taste enough or touch enough or push deep enough, his mouth and hands and thrusts insatiable. They both shone with sweat, their bodies hot and slick as they moved against each other in a needy rhythm. Billy grasped at Dom's back as Dom's hand curled around him and moved in time with the push and roll of his hips. Billy knew his grip would leave bruises on Dom's skin and the thought of the small brands claiming him as Billy's own was the shred of coherency Billy had before his back arched and he shattered and soared. He heard his voice calling Dom's name as he flew and knew how wonderful it must be to be untamed.
When both their heartbeats had slowed and Dom had eased his body to lie beside Billy, Billy pulled the blanket over them both, and started speaking before his courage left him
"Dom, I want you to mark me. I want you to change me, to be like you."
Dom's eyes which had been unfocused and drifting closed snapped open.
"You know what it means; once it's done you can't take it back."
"I know." Dom had never asked Billy if he wanted to join him. He'd never wanted to push Billy with an expectation or an ultimatum. Billy knew Dom didn't want him to agree to the change through guilt or fear; the choice had to be made by Billy freely.
He'd seen the question in Dom's eyes though. Do you Bill? Would you? And Billy had wondered. He'd tried to imagine himself with four legs and a thick covering of fur, seeing and hearing the things that he was otherwise blind and deaf to. And he wondered if he had the kind of nature that could give in to instinct, surviving by tooth and claw and the hunt. He wondered how it would be to howl at the moon.
"Are you sure, Bill?" Dom's eyes searched Billy's face. "It's forever."
"Yes. I want to see what you see; I want to be with you."
Dom's eyes stilled and met Billy's, crinkling as he smiled.
Billy had watched Dom. He'd seen the change, the morning after, the weeks as the moon waned and waxed again. The wolf hadn't made Dom brutal or savage. It seemed to ground him. Dom understood cycles and signs and his two very different existences revealed to him the preciousness in each one. Instinct and logic, movement and language, beast and man.
"I will, if you're sure. It will scar, where do you want me to…?"
Billy knew the bite would leave a permanent mark, and knew where he wanted that to be.
"On my ankle."
The word that was written there in a language that was not spoken, but told a story of love and loyalty was the perfect accompaniment for the signature that would change his life and bind him and Dom together.
Dom laughed gently and pulled Billy to him.
"That's perfect Billy." He sagged back against the pillow, taking Billy with him until they were both buried deep in a cocoon of sheets, "But not now, it's not the right time. I'm exhausted. I need to rest. Later, please. I want to do it properly." He slowly raised a tired hand and stroked Billy's hip.
"Of course, sleep Dommie."
"I can't wait for you to run with me Billy. There's so much I have to show you."
Dom's eyes closed and his breathing slowed, and Billy felt his own eyes grow heavy. He drifted to sleep surrounded by the smell of Dom and the forest.
Author:
light_the_sky76Pairing: Mona and Boyd
Summary: Full moons bring out the beast in Dom
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Part fluff, part smut, part crack!fic, totally made up.
Authors Note: Okay, I was thinking about AUs one day and about how there have been vampire ones and selkie/mermaid ones, but there hasn't been a werewolf one - or at least I haven't read one. So then I felt challanged :p
This isn't a American Werewolf in London type of horror story or anything, I love wolves, I think they're beautiful. Beta-ed by
indigo_blind. The title comes from Bram Stokers DraculaBilly was silent as he watched the change. He'd been afraid to see the transformation for a long time, haunted by images from horror films and ghost stories, images of tearing skin and screams of anguish.
Dom had told him that it wasn't like that, there was pain, change was always accompanied by hurt, but it was the kind of burn that came with a relieving stretch after a long jog. It did almost look like an asana, muscles quivering and lengthening, Dom's body shifting into a new shape; then the ripple as skin melted into thick fur, brown and white and silvery grey pelt where golden flesh had been. Only Dom's eyes remained unchanged, blue and surrounded by fur
The wolf stretched as it rediscovered it's body, ears raised and nose twitching as it sensed the forest around it. A sound or scent caught it's attention and the lithe body tensed, it flashed a quick look into the dark window where Billy was stood before bounding into the trees and out of sight.
The howl that echoed through the woods crawled through Billy's flesh into his bones, making the small hairs on the back of his neck tingle.
Dom had often described the time spent in his other body. How his other self, his wolf self, experienced life. His five senses were heightened. Sight, sound and smell, all thick and detailed. He could hear spiders spinning webs, smell buds as they pushed through the earth towards the light and see the moon with a clarity that ached. Another sense, the one that the intensity and complexity of human existence had dulled, blossomed in his chest. The night sky pulled at him, trees whispered as they swayed and the thrum of the earth's beat could be felt through the perceptive pads of his paws.
"I feel so alive Bill," Dom had told him the morning he'd shared his secret, "everything is simple and bold. Because words and logic don't exist you only have your instinct to listen to, it's liberating, like when you catch a sweet wave but those ten seconds of euphoria last for hours."
He'd looked so beautiful when he'd told Billy about his secret life, glowing with enthusiasm and joy, that Billy wasn't disgusted or afraid. There was no evil or darkness behind Dom's smile.
"And when I'm me again," he'd added gesturing to his body clad in a T shirt and jeans cross legged in the sand, "and words and complications come back, they're richer because I know what it's like without them."
Now Billy knew his secret Dom was easier to understand. His roguish smile, the intuitive way he made choices and the predatory gleam that shone in his eyes, had roots in the phases of the moon, with something of the wild remaining in Dom when he took civilised form.
Billy left the fire smouldering in scarlet and crimson to keep the room warm and kept a light on for Dom as he climbed into bed. The last thing he heard before he drifted into sleep was a howl from deep within the forest.
He had tried to stay awake to see Dom return many times, but had always given in to sleep before he came home. Billy would wake in the morning to find Dom sleeping besides him, smelling of earth and sweetness, naked and content.
He was there as ever as dawn broke, with dirt under his fingernails and streaked on his skin and an air of peace surrounding him that Billy envied. Dom must have felt himself being watched and opened his eyes to look into Billy's.
"Morning, Bills." He stretched and moaned luxuriously and wriggled until he was lying half covering Billy with his face nuzzling Billy's chest.
"Morning, love," Billy lifted his hand to idly stroke his fingers through Dom's messy hair, "are you alright?" He would be, he always was, but Billy always asked, it was part of their routine.
"Lovely, thanks." Dom moved to press his lips against Billy's chest, his collar bone, a nipple, "lovely."
Billy relaxed into Dom's caress and changed the movement of his fingers in Dom's hair, shifting the lazy strokes to more encouraging ones.
Dom understood the sign and his lips left the curve of a shoulder to press against Billy's own.
"Love you Bill," he murmured as they kissed, one grass stained hand working it's way down Billy's body to build and mould the heat that was growing between Billy's thighs.
Sex after the night of the change was always breathtaking. Unrestrained and rough, not with force or domination, but intensity and need. Like the unrestrained character of nature was still flowing strongly in Dom's blood.
Dom never seemed to be able taste enough or touch enough or push deep enough, his mouth and hands and thrusts insatiable. They both shone with sweat, their bodies hot and slick as they moved against each other in a needy rhythm. Billy grasped at Dom's back as Dom's hand curled around him and moved in time with the push and roll of his hips. Billy knew his grip would leave bruises on Dom's skin and the thought of the small brands claiming him as Billy's own was the shred of coherency Billy had before his back arched and he shattered and soared. He heard his voice calling Dom's name as he flew and knew how wonderful it must be to be untamed.
When both their heartbeats had slowed and Dom had eased his body to lie beside Billy, Billy pulled the blanket over them both, and started speaking before his courage left him
"Dom, I want you to mark me. I want you to change me, to be like you."
Dom's eyes which had been unfocused and drifting closed snapped open.
"You know what it means; once it's done you can't take it back."
"I know." Dom had never asked Billy if he wanted to join him. He'd never wanted to push Billy with an expectation or an ultimatum. Billy knew Dom didn't want him to agree to the change through guilt or fear; the choice had to be made by Billy freely.
He'd seen the question in Dom's eyes though. Do you Bill? Would you? And Billy had wondered. He'd tried to imagine himself with four legs and a thick covering of fur, seeing and hearing the things that he was otherwise blind and deaf to. And he wondered if he had the kind of nature that could give in to instinct, surviving by tooth and claw and the hunt. He wondered how it would be to howl at the moon.
"Are you sure, Bill?" Dom's eyes searched Billy's face. "It's forever."
"Yes. I want to see what you see; I want to be with you."
Dom's eyes stilled and met Billy's, crinkling as he smiled.
Billy had watched Dom. He'd seen the change, the morning after, the weeks as the moon waned and waxed again. The wolf hadn't made Dom brutal or savage. It seemed to ground him. Dom understood cycles and signs and his two very different existences revealed to him the preciousness in each one. Instinct and logic, movement and language, beast and man.
"I will, if you're sure. It will scar, where do you want me to…?"
Billy knew the bite would leave a permanent mark, and knew where he wanted that to be.
"On my ankle."
The word that was written there in a language that was not spoken, but told a story of love and loyalty was the perfect accompaniment for the signature that would change his life and bind him and Dom together.
Dom laughed gently and pulled Billy to him.
"That's perfect Billy." He sagged back against the pillow, taking Billy with him until they were both buried deep in a cocoon of sheets, "But not now, it's not the right time. I'm exhausted. I need to rest. Later, please. I want to do it properly." He slowly raised a tired hand and stroked Billy's hip.
"Of course, sleep Dommie."
"I can't wait for you to run with me Billy. There's so much I have to show you."
Dom's eyes closed and his breathing slowed, and Billy felt his own eyes grow heavy. He drifted to sleep surrounded by the smell of Dom and the forest.
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