Pretty Baby
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Warnings: AU, shifter!Misha, knotting, biting, bottom!Jensen,
D/s themes
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These guys? They aren’t mine.
AN: So, I guess my muse woke up... *glares at him* With a
vengeance.
Summary: Jensen is a patrolman for the local police, out
investigating a string of murders in the woods that make absolutely no sense to
anyone; except, of course, the thing that killed them.
------
It was hot, hotter than it should
have been in mid-September. Heat seemed to condense the air, making it heavy
and thick. Each inhale felt like pulling in wet cotton, the weight settling in the
lungs and seeping into the fleshy walls. It was far too hot for a human to be
out and about, but he knew they would be. Soon enough, they would swarm the
area like they always did when they found a new body. He liked leaving them;
they were his presents. All he needed was for someone to come along and admire
them the way he did.
Rounded ears flicked, dislodging a
bothersome gnat that kept trying to crawl into one of them. His golden eyes
flashed, intent, as he looked down from his perch. He was sprawled, loose and
relaxed, high up in one of the trees near his kill. There was no way anyone
would see him, not with the way he blended into the shadows. Even despite the
shade, he was hot, and his blunt, marked muzzle wrinkled before he parted his
jaws and started to pant slightly. It helped, somewhat. He could leave the
kill, but he wanted to be here when someone found it. He wanted them to see his
masterpiece.
What a masterpiece it was, too. The
woman had even tried to fight back, slapping at his skull and trying to claw
his eyes and ears when he sank his fangs into the thick, muscled meat of her
thigh and dragged her from the trail. He arranged her into such a pretty
picture, moving her arms and legs and curling her body until she was positioned
like an angel. Her blond hair flared out over the ground behind her, smeared
with blood, and he’d closed her eyes. Like that, she looked like a sleeping
angel; a beautiful, bloody sleeping angel.
The wind shifted, bringing a new
scent to him, and he drank it in eagerly. It was Old Spice and sweat, a
tantalizing combination that made him rumble in eager delight. A twig snapped
and he let his lips curl back. He was excited, a ripple tingling down his spine
and making his fur bristle. His tail, draped over the curl of the branch, began
to twitch and sway back and forth. From the ground, it will look simply like a
broken branch, if it is even seen at all.
A man appeared, seeming to just
melt out of the forest as if he were one with it. He was tall,
broad-shouldered, and there was a flash of emerald-green eyes as he looked
around. Sunlight lit his golden skin to an exotic shade, and the dark gray of
the uniform just made his brown-blonde hair even softer and silkier. He wanted
to bury his face into the police officer’s groin-for surely, dressed like that,
he could be nothing else. There was a slight tang of gun metal and powder mixed
in with his normal scent, and it just enhanced his natural musk. It made it
better. He was gorgeous.
Watching as the man crouched beside
the body of the nameless woman, he finally moved. Uncurling his bulk, he rose
smoothly to his paws; claws sliding free to dig into the bark and score deep,
vicious-looking tears into the meat of the branch. Every movement he made was
perfect, precise, and completely silent. The policeman was too busy searching
the area around the woman, trying to find something,
no doubt, to hear him when he jumped from branch to branch on his way down to
the forest floor. He melded seamlessly from beast to human and crouched down,
golden eyes suddenly blue and intent, dark, as he breathed in deeply for a
better scent. He could almost taste the man’s flavor on his tongue, and it made
him want more.
“Shit,” the man cursed, running a
hand through his hair and fisting it. He was frustrated. The angry movements
made sweat roll down the nape of his neck, wetting the hair there and making it
curl slightly. Parts of his shirt were darker from perspiration, and his scent
was stronger there. “Shit, not again. Damn it all.”
Standing, he stepped out from
behind the tree and leaned against it. “That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on
you,” he said. His grin was dark and lazy, just like it always was, and when
the policeman whirled around he got to watch the younger man immediately turn
red. It was a natural flush, darkening his skin, and those gorgeous green eyes
kept flicking down to his groin where his cock rested, half-hard, against the
swell of one thigh. The man was too pretty for his own good, and that air of
childish embarrassment just made him even more attractive.
It was no surprise when the gun
pointed in his face. He moved before it fired, though, ducking and sliding
forward eagerly, the world parting and reforming around him, until he twisted
the man’s wrist and made him drop the firearm. Muscle moved beneath his
fingers, straining and rippling with restrained power that made him growl in
delight. He liked it when they were strong.
“Got a name, pretty baby?” he
whispered, the air between them tainted with the scent of spoiling meat and
blood. He pressed in close, fangs growing slightly to scrape over the man’s
jugular. A shudder ran through the body against his and he smelled the first
sudden splash of arousal in response to the way their groins rolled together.
It made him smirk, and he suckled against the red lines his teeth had dug into
the human’s sweaty skin. “’S hot out here, and dangerous for someone like you.
You should make yourself more comfortable, and be a little more wary.”
“What the fuck are you talking
about?” the officer hissed, though there was a definite tremble in his voice.
His green eyes were wide, pupils slightly blown. That he was making no real
move to escape was pleasing. “Did you kill that poor woman?”
“You can call me Misha,” he said
rather than responding. It had been a while since he told anyone his name. It
felt good to say it. He purred and rubbed his face against the man’s neck,
stubble scraping over tender skin. “You got a name, pretty baby? I’d love to
hear it.”
“Jensen. My name is Jensen.”
The fact that Jensen-god, what a
gorgeous name-gave up his name so willingly made Misha grin in delight. He
muscled Jensen down to the ground and pinned him there, gripping the man’s chin
and forcing his head back to watch the way the tendons in his throat strained
beneath his skin. The fact that Jensen let
him, made no move to fight back, sent a thrill through Misha. He wanted to
own the man beneath him; dominate him, fuck him, maybe even Change him, if he
felt like it. And Jensen would let him, which was the best thing in the world.
Jensen was already panting hard from fear and arousal, his green eyes hazy and
fixed on Misha’s face. It was almost too easy, how quickly he gave in, but
there was nothing fabricated about his reactions.
“You like being held down, Jensen?”
he purred, rolling his hips and grinding his naked cock along the hot line of
Jensen’s, where it was straining beneath the man’s pants. “Seems like you do.
Seems like you like being held down and dominated.”
“Get the fuck off of me,” Jensen
growled, but there was no real heat or anger in his voice. He was already
giving in, already in Misha’s thrall. Instead of pulling away, he arched
closer, and Misha’s eyes glowed with victory.
“Did you like my present, Jensen?”
It was such a nice name to say. He couldn’t help but repeat it again and again.
“I’ve been leaving a lot of presents lately, but no one seems to like them. Do
you?”
“You’re sick. You’re so fucking
sick.”
“God, but you love it. Look at you,
pretty baby, so hot and needy already, and we haven’t even gotten started.”
Misha bit down on the policeman’s collar, sucking a dark bruise into the tawny
skin and pinning his prey easily. “You’d let me fuck you right here, right next
to her. The pretty baby beside the bloody angel.” Nipping sharply, Misha drank
down Jensen’s gasp and let his eyes flutter closed. “She could never compare to
you.”
Jensen whined when he pulled back.
It made him smirk, pleased, and he stood fully. He was fully hard now, his cock
curling up towards his abdomen; pre-cum beading at the tip. He growled, “Suck
it, pretty baby,” and Jensen scrambled to obey, lapping at the head of his cock
like a kitten at its mother’s teat before the head was in his mouth. His full,
perfect lips wrapped around Misha’s cock, and the wet heat was indescribable. It
was perfect, though, and Misha cradled the back of Jensen’s head almost
tenderly before fisting a hand in his hair and bucking his hips forward. The
man took it, though, eager for it like a bitch in heat.
Misha almost didn’t want to pull
away, but he was going to come inside of Jensen and there was no way anything
would distract him from that. He pet Jensen’s cheek as he pulled away, thumbing
at his saliva-slick lips and growling when the human licked the tip of his
claw. “Strip for me, pretty baby,” he coaxed, and the speed with which Jensen
got out of his clothes was impressive. He prostrated himself before Misha,
fingers digging into the dirt and his spine arching as though Misha was already
inside of him, owning him, forcing his body to contort like that.
“Such a good listener,” he praised,
sinking down to his knees and cupping Jensen’s face. The kiss was nothing but
heat and possessiveness, and Jensen submitted to it immediately. Such complete
and total domination over one who looked so strong was indescribable. Misha
wanted him, now, so he pulled back
with a snarl and turned Jensen forcibly. The man was already on his hands and
knees, and he moved easily under Misha; followed his orders even without them
needing to be spoken. It was unusual to find one so responsive, and Misha was
over eager. He mounted Jensen and bit the back of his neck, teeth pinching and
bruising.
There was absolutely no resistance
when he fucked his hips forward. That gave Misha pause, the head of his cock
just inside of Jensen, and the human whined; clenched down so his muscles
rippled around Misha and made his eyes roll back in his head. “Already been
fucked today, pretty baby?” he snarled, shoving in the rest of the way without
any care of being gentle. Jensen moaned harshly in response, already trying to
get him deeper, and he dug his nails into the policeman’s side to hold him in
place. “Already let someone inside of you? What a little slut. Got a man at
home and you’re here, in the middle of the woods, getting fucked by me.”
“Not a slut,” Jensen whimpered,
shaking his head. His actions disproved his flimsy denial, though, and he rocked
back with a moan when Misha didn’t move. He liked watching the way Jensen was
so completely lost in his passion and his pleasure, his skin darkened to an
attractive flush and the bite at the back of his neck already turning into a
bruise.
“You suck at lying.” He bit down
again and started rutting like the animal he knew he was, teeth elongating and
his eyes bleeding to gold. He had to be careful with the human or he’d hurt
him, could probably kill him, but from the yelps and cries that spilled past
Jensen’s lips, he wondered if the man would even care. It was almost too easy,
doing this, but Misha had wanted a good fuck for a while. Jensen was the
perfect submissive, and he wanted everything the man had to give. Just the
thought of someone else owning him, marking him up and claiming him, sent Misha
into a frenzy.
Each thrust forward into Jensen
enveloped Misha in tight, clenching heat, and it was making him lose control.
His nails were growing longer, fur rippling into existence down his spine, and
he felt the knot growing at the base of his cock. Snarling, he slammed forward
into Jensen, stretching the man wider as the knot continued to swell, and he
listened to Jensen’s scream echo through the trees before the body beneath his
lost control and the scent of semen filled the air. Misha held onto the human
tightly, because Jensen wouldn’t stop squirming, but when he realized that
Jensen was trying to get more of him, trying to feel the knot rubbing along his
prostate, Misha bit his shoulder until he bled and came with a bellow.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mish,”
Jensen panted, his head dipping between his shoulders and a shudder working its
way through him. Misha growled in pleasure and washed the wound carefully. He’d
bitten really deeply this time, but lucky they’d learned a long time ago that
his mate seemed to be immune to any kind of shifter toxin. Still, he was
careful and gentle when he licked up the blood to check the bite mark. It would
scar this time. Usually he tried not to mar Jensen’s skin with scars.
“Sorry,” he grunted, shifting and
bucking his hips forward slightly as aftershocks shivered through him. He was
still knotted with Jensen, their bodies locked together, so he carefully eased
them to the ground and curled his smaller body around Jensen’s much larger
frame. “That was fucking hot, though.”
“It smells like rotting chicken
meat. I’m not cleaning up that fucking dummy this time.” Misha watched Jensen
wave vaguely towards the mannequin, and he looked over at it-well, her. Jared
had outdone himself this time. The doll was so incredibly detailed that it
looked exactly like a real person, which made the whole game seem that much
more real. Thankfully the wolverine shifter didn’t ask why they wanted such a
life-like mannequin, and Jim had just looked at Misha before giving him the
chicken meat and cow blood.
“You almost ruined the whole game,”
he complained, swatting at Jensen’s shoulder. “You were already stretched! What
did you do, fuck yourself open with a plug in the car before coming out here?”
“It was either that or chafe and
tear when you used spit in place of lube. That never works, Misha. Especially
not when you fucking knot with me.” Even despite the anger in his voice, Jensen
turned to kiss Misha and he rumbled happily; kissed back and took control of
it, because even when they weren’t roleplaying Jensen always submitted to him.
He was alpha here, even he wasn’t a wolf, and Jensen was his submissive. “Made
you jealous anyway, didn’t it?” Now Jensen was grinning at him, cheeky and
smug, so he growled and bit at the man’s neck in reprimand. Jensen gasped and
tilted his head away, offering up more skin for Misha to mark.
They were still locked together,
and Misha knew they would be for a while, so he took his time spreading hickeys
and bites along Jensen’s neck and shoulders. “Actually made me jealous,” he
growled playfully when he wasn’t sucking bruises into Jensen’s shoulder and
feeling his mate shift against him. He was still hard inside of the human, but
he was sated. “Fucking into you, feeling you so wet and loose. It made me
jealous, even though I know you weren’t with someone else. Admit it, Jensen.
Roleplaying is fun.”
“Sex is always interesting when
you’re partnered with a guy that turns into a fucking mountain lion.” There was
fond amusement in his mate’s voice, and Jensen’s green eyes were warm when he
looked back at Misha. He loved Jensen-of course he did, that’s why he chose
him. Still, his mate never failed to amuse and amaze him, and now was no
exception. He licked a wet stripe up Jensen’s throat to his ear and sucked the
lobe into his mouth to teeth at it. His fangs had gone down slightly, so there
was no real danger of doing damage. There was always a chance of harming his
mate, though, and they’d proved that today. Thankfully, Jensen loved him enough
to understand that.
“You think my mountain lion form is
sexy, pretty baby,” he cooed when he pulled back to blow gently over the wet
skin he’d left behind. “You think everything
about me is sexy.”
“No, you cannot fuck me in that
form. I love you, Misha, but I have standards.” Jensen’s eyes were sharp with
warning; his voice flat and ringing with finality. There was still that hint of
amusement, though, his lips curling up at the corners. Misha smiled and kissed
the man, licking his way into his mate’s mouth and tasting their mingled
flavors. His knot was starting to shrink-slowly, but it was shrinking. Soon
they would be able to untangle themselves and Jensen could get dressed again
and go home. Home, where they could crawl into bed together and Misha could
plot new fun roleplay games for them to have.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Warnings: AU, shifter!Misha, knotting, biting, bottom!Jensen,
D/s themes
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These guys? They aren’t mine.
AN: So, I guess my muse woke up... *glares at him* With a
vengeance.
Summary: Jensen is a patrolman for the local police, out
investigating a string of murders in the woods that make absolutely no sense to
anyone; except, of course, the thing that killed them.
------
It was hot, hotter than it should
have been in mid-September. Heat seemed to condense the air, making it heavy
and thick. Each inhale felt like pulling in wet cotton, the weight settling in the
lungs and seeping into the fleshy walls. It was far too hot for a human to be
out and about, but he knew they would be. Soon enough, they would swarm the
area like they always did when they found a new body. He liked leaving them;
they were his presents. All he needed was for someone to come along and admire
them the way he did.
Rounded ears flicked, dislodging a
bothersome gnat that kept trying to crawl into one of them. His golden eyes
flashed, intent, as he looked down from his perch. He was sprawled, loose and
relaxed, high up in one of the trees near his kill. There was no way anyone
would see him, not with the way he blended into the shadows. Even despite the
shade, he was hot, and his blunt, marked muzzle wrinkled before he parted his
jaws and started to pant slightly. It helped, somewhat. He could leave the
kill, but he wanted to be here when someone found it. He wanted them to see his
masterpiece.
What a masterpiece it was, too. The
woman had even tried to fight back, slapping at his skull and trying to claw
his eyes and ears when he sank his fangs into the thick, muscled meat of her
thigh and dragged her from the trail. He arranged her into such a pretty
picture, moving her arms and legs and curling her body until she was positioned
like an angel. Her blond hair flared out over the ground behind her, smeared
with blood, and he’d closed her eyes. Like that, she looked like a sleeping
angel; a beautiful, bloody sleeping angel.
The wind shifted, bringing a new
scent to him, and he drank it in eagerly. It was Old Spice and sweat, a
tantalizing combination that made him rumble in eager delight. A twig snapped
and he let his lips curl back. He was excited, a ripple tingling down his spine
and making his fur bristle. His tail, draped over the curl of the branch, began
to twitch and sway back and forth. From the ground, it will look simply like a
broken branch, if it is even seen at all.
A man appeared, seeming to just
melt out of the forest as if he were one with it. He was tall,
broad-shouldered, and there was a flash of emerald-green eyes as he looked
around. Sunlight lit his golden skin to an exotic shade, and the dark gray of
the uniform just made his brown-blonde hair even softer and silkier. He wanted
to bury his face into the police officer’s groin-for surely, dressed like that,
he could be nothing else. There was a slight tang of gun metal and powder mixed
in with his normal scent, and it just enhanced his natural musk. It made it
better. He was gorgeous.
Watching as the man crouched beside
the body of the nameless woman, he finally moved. Uncurling his bulk, he rose
smoothly to his paws; claws sliding free to dig into the bark and score deep,
vicious-looking tears into the meat of the branch. Every movement he made was
perfect, precise, and completely silent. The policeman was too busy searching
the area around the woman, trying to find something,
no doubt, to hear him when he jumped from branch to branch on his way down to
the forest floor. He melded seamlessly from beast to human and crouched down,
golden eyes suddenly blue and intent, dark, as he breathed in deeply for a
better scent. He could almost taste the man’s flavor on his tongue, and it made
him want more.
“Shit,” the man cursed, running a
hand through his hair and fisting it. He was frustrated. The angry movements
made sweat roll down the nape of his neck, wetting the hair there and making it
curl slightly. Parts of his shirt were darker from perspiration, and his scent
was stronger there. “Shit, not again. Damn it all.”
Standing, he stepped out from
behind the tree and leaned against it. “That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on
you,” he said. His grin was dark and lazy, just like it always was, and when
the policeman whirled around he got to watch the younger man immediately turn
red. It was a natural flush, darkening his skin, and those gorgeous green eyes
kept flicking down to his groin where his cock rested, half-hard, against the
swell of one thigh. The man was too pretty for his own good, and that air of
childish embarrassment just made him even more attractive.
It was no surprise when the gun
pointed in his face. He moved before it fired, though, ducking and sliding
forward eagerly, the world parting and reforming around him, until he twisted
the man’s wrist and made him drop the firearm. Muscle moved beneath his
fingers, straining and rippling with restrained power that made him growl in
delight. He liked it when they were strong.
“Got a name, pretty baby?” he
whispered, the air between them tainted with the scent of spoiling meat and
blood. He pressed in close, fangs growing slightly to scrape over the man’s
jugular. A shudder ran through the body against his and he smelled the first
sudden splash of arousal in response to the way their groins rolled together.
It made him smirk, and he suckled against the red lines his teeth had dug into
the human’s sweaty skin. “’S hot out here, and dangerous for someone like you.
You should make yourself more comfortable, and be a little more wary.”
“What the fuck are you talking
about?” the officer hissed, though there was a definite tremble in his voice.
His green eyes were wide, pupils slightly blown. That he was making no real
move to escape was pleasing. “Did you kill that poor woman?”
“You can call me Misha,” he said
rather than responding. It had been a while since he told anyone his name. It
felt good to say it. He purred and rubbed his face against the man’s neck,
stubble scraping over tender skin. “You got a name, pretty baby? I’d love to
hear it.”
“Jensen. My name is Jensen.”
The fact that Jensen-god, what a
gorgeous name-gave up his name so willingly made Misha grin in delight. He
muscled Jensen down to the ground and pinned him there, gripping the man’s chin
and forcing his head back to watch the way the tendons in his throat strained
beneath his skin. The fact that Jensen let
him, made no move to fight back, sent a thrill through Misha. He wanted to
own the man beneath him; dominate him, fuck him, maybe even Change him, if he
felt like it. And Jensen would let him, which was the best thing in the world.
Jensen was already panting hard from fear and arousal, his green eyes hazy and
fixed on Misha’s face. It was almost too easy, how quickly he gave in, but
there was nothing fabricated about his reactions.
“You like being held down, Jensen?”
he purred, rolling his hips and grinding his naked cock along the hot line of
Jensen’s, where it was straining beneath the man’s pants. “Seems like you do.
Seems like you like being held down and dominated.”
“Get the fuck off of me,” Jensen
growled, but there was no real heat or anger in his voice. He was already
giving in, already in Misha’s thrall. Instead of pulling away, he arched
closer, and Misha’s eyes glowed with victory.
“Did you like my present, Jensen?”
It was such a nice name to say. He couldn’t help but repeat it again and again.
“I’ve been leaving a lot of presents lately, but no one seems to like them. Do
you?”
“You’re sick. You’re so fucking
sick.”
“God, but you love it. Look at you,
pretty baby, so hot and needy already, and we haven’t even gotten started.”
Misha bit down on the policeman’s collar, sucking a dark bruise into the tawny
skin and pinning his prey easily. “You’d let me fuck you right here, right next
to her. The pretty baby beside the bloody angel.” Nipping sharply, Misha drank
down Jensen’s gasp and let his eyes flutter closed. “She could never compare to
you.”
Jensen whined when he pulled back.
It made him smirk, pleased, and he stood fully. He was fully hard now, his cock
curling up towards his abdomen; pre-cum beading at the tip. He growled, “Suck
it, pretty baby,” and Jensen scrambled to obey, lapping at the head of his cock
like a kitten at its mother’s teat before the head was in his mouth. His full,
perfect lips wrapped around Misha’s cock, and the wet heat was indescribable. It
was perfect, though, and Misha cradled the back of Jensen’s head almost
tenderly before fisting a hand in his hair and bucking his hips forward. The
man took it, though, eager for it like a bitch in heat.
Misha almost didn’t want to pull
away, but he was going to come inside of Jensen and there was no way anything
would distract him from that. He pet Jensen’s cheek as he pulled away, thumbing
at his saliva-slick lips and growling when the human licked the tip of his
claw. “Strip for me, pretty baby,” he coaxed, and the speed with which Jensen
got out of his clothes was impressive. He prostrated himself before Misha,
fingers digging into the dirt and his spine arching as though Misha was already
inside of him, owning him, forcing his body to contort like that.
“Such a good listener,” he praised,
sinking down to his knees and cupping Jensen’s face. The kiss was nothing but
heat and possessiveness, and Jensen submitted to it immediately. Such complete
and total domination over one who looked so strong was indescribable. Misha
wanted him, now, so he pulled back
with a snarl and turned Jensen forcibly. The man was already on his hands and
knees, and he moved easily under Misha; followed his orders even without them
needing to be spoken. It was unusual to find one so responsive, and Misha was
over eager. He mounted Jensen and bit the back of his neck, teeth pinching and
bruising.
There was absolutely no resistance
when he fucked his hips forward. That gave Misha pause, the head of his cock
just inside of Jensen, and the human whined; clenched down so his muscles
rippled around Misha and made his eyes roll back in his head. “Already been
fucked today, pretty baby?” he snarled, shoving in the rest of the way without
any care of being gentle. Jensen moaned harshly in response, already trying to
get him deeper, and he dug his nails into the policeman’s side to hold him in
place. “Already let someone inside of you? What a little slut. Got a man at
home and you’re here, in the middle of the woods, getting fucked by me.”
“Not a slut,” Jensen whimpered,
shaking his head. His actions disproved his flimsy denial, though, and he rocked
back with a moan when Misha didn’t move. He liked watching the way Jensen was
so completely lost in his passion and his pleasure, his skin darkened to an
attractive flush and the bite at the back of his neck already turning into a
bruise.
“You suck at lying.” He bit down
again and started rutting like the animal he knew he was, teeth elongating and
his eyes bleeding to gold. He had to be careful with the human or he’d hurt
him, could probably kill him, but from the yelps and cries that spilled past
Jensen’s lips, he wondered if the man would even care. It was almost too easy,
doing this, but Misha had wanted a good fuck for a while. Jensen was the
perfect submissive, and he wanted everything the man had to give. Just the
thought of someone else owning him, marking him up and claiming him, sent Misha
into a frenzy.
Each thrust forward into Jensen
enveloped Misha in tight, clenching heat, and it was making him lose control.
His nails were growing longer, fur rippling into existence down his spine, and
he felt the knot growing at the base of his cock. Snarling, he slammed forward
into Jensen, stretching the man wider as the knot continued to swell, and he
listened to Jensen’s scream echo through the trees before the body beneath his
lost control and the scent of semen filled the air. Misha held onto the human
tightly, because Jensen wouldn’t stop squirming, but when he realized that
Jensen was trying to get more of him, trying to feel the knot rubbing along his
prostate, Misha bit his shoulder until he bled and came with a bellow.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mish,”
Jensen panted, his head dipping between his shoulders and a shudder working its
way through him. Misha growled in pleasure and washed the wound carefully. He’d
bitten really deeply this time, but lucky they’d learned a long time ago that
his mate seemed to be immune to any kind of shifter toxin. Still, he was
careful and gentle when he licked up the blood to check the bite mark. It would
scar this time. Usually he tried not to mar Jensen’s skin with scars.
“Sorry,” he grunted, shifting and
bucking his hips forward slightly as aftershocks shivered through him. He was
still knotted with Jensen, their bodies locked together, so he carefully eased
them to the ground and curled his smaller body around Jensen’s much larger
frame. “That was fucking hot, though.”
“It smells like rotting chicken
meat. I’m not cleaning up that fucking dummy this time.” Misha watched Jensen
wave vaguely towards the mannequin, and he looked over at it-well, her. Jared
had outdone himself this time. The doll was so incredibly detailed that it
looked exactly like a real person, which made the whole game seem that much
more real. Thankfully the wolverine shifter didn’t ask why they wanted such a
life-like mannequin, and Jim had just looked at Misha before giving him the
chicken meat and cow blood.
“You almost ruined the whole game,”
he complained, swatting at Jensen’s shoulder. “You were already stretched! What
did you do, fuck yourself open with a plug in the car before coming out here?”
“It was either that or chafe and
tear when you used spit in place of lube. That never works, Misha. Especially
not when you fucking knot with me.” Even despite the anger in his voice, Jensen
turned to kiss Misha and he rumbled happily; kissed back and took control of
it, because even when they weren’t roleplaying Jensen always submitted to him.
He was alpha here, even he wasn’t a wolf, and Jensen was his submissive. “Made
you jealous anyway, didn’t it?” Now Jensen was grinning at him, cheeky and
smug, so he growled and bit at the man’s neck in reprimand. Jensen gasped and
tilted his head away, offering up more skin for Misha to mark.
They were still locked together,
and Misha knew they would be for a while, so he took his time spreading hickeys
and bites along Jensen’s neck and shoulders. “Actually made me jealous,” he
growled playfully when he wasn’t sucking bruises into Jensen’s shoulder and
feeling his mate shift against him. He was still hard inside of the human, but
he was sated. “Fucking into you, feeling you so wet and loose. It made me
jealous, even though I know you weren’t with someone else. Admit it, Jensen.
Roleplaying is fun.”
“Sex is always interesting when
you’re partnered with a guy that turns into a fucking mountain lion.” There was
fond amusement in his mate’s voice, and Jensen’s green eyes were warm when he
looked back at Misha. He loved Jensen-of course he did, that’s why he chose
him. Still, his mate never failed to amuse and amaze him, and now was no
exception. He licked a wet stripe up Jensen’s throat to his ear and sucked the
lobe into his mouth to teeth at it. His fangs had gone down slightly, so there
was no real danger of doing damage. There was always a chance of harming his
mate, though, and they’d proved that today. Thankfully, Jensen loved him enough
to understand that.
“You think my mountain lion form is
sexy, pretty baby,” he cooed when he pulled back to blow gently over the wet
skin he’d left behind. “You think everything
about me is sexy.”
“No, you cannot fuck me in that
form. I love you, Misha, but I have standards.” Jensen’s eyes were sharp with
warning; his voice flat and ringing with finality. There was still that hint of
amusement, though, his lips curling up at the corners. Misha smiled and kissed
the man, licking his way into his mate’s mouth and tasting their mingled
flavors. His knot was starting to shrink-slowly, but it was shrinking. Soon
they would be able to untangle themselves and Jensen could get dressed again
and go home. Home, where they could crawl into bed together and Misha could
plot new fun roleplay games for them to have.