The Righteous Man Regardeth (Part 3)
Jeff was a big man, but wasn’t as bad as Jensen thought he’d be, being the Alpha Wolf of a bunch of Therians. His eyes sparked with good humor, and he met Jensen’s ‘sir’s with a chuckle and a request for him to “Just call me Jeff. I work for my money, son.”
The entire place felt like a bit family cookout, Jensen decided. Only, strangely, there weren’t any kids around. But there was a pile of barbecue and people sitting in groups and chatting, A group of people were finishing up a pick-up game of football at one end of the field by the time Jensen had downed a couple hot dogs, and it was all sort of surreal. But even with all the normality around him, there was a couple Wolves already in their fur chasing each other around the area, and over by the trees a woman was tossing a Frisbee for another Wolf to catch, much to the amusement of the small crowd that had gathered.
There were about twenty or so Therians in the area, though judging by how many were already running around on all fours, their exact numbers were impossible to gauge.
When the sun started to set, though, that’s when things got weird. People would start trickling over to their tents, but instead of getting in they’d stand outside the tents and start stripping, just tossing their clothes into the tent and shifting there. Once they were furry, they’d maybe join up in a small group or go solo into the forest, but the clearing was emptying quickly.
Jensen could feel that electrified sensation grow as the sky darkened more and more. He couldn’t help but occasionally run a hand over his ears to see if they got bigger, or checking his fingers for claws, but there were no changes yet.
“You’re not going to change until the sun’s completely gone,” an amused voice chuckled, and Jensen glanced up to see Jared had somehow appeared at his side without him noticing.
“Ah, I ain’t worried,” Jensen shrugged.
Jared’s eyes twinkled with humor. “Really?”
Jensen nodded, total assurance for a minute, before slumping slightly and sighing. “Yeah, I’m nervous.”
Jared nodded. “That’s alright, we were all a virgin once.”
Jensen spluttered a laugh. “What?”
“You know, a virgin. You get to pop your shifting cherry tonight.”
“Dude, that’s so wrong.”
“But so true,” Jared said, poking Jensen in the belly hard enough to hurt.
“Dick,” Jensen said, punching Jared’s bicep. Jared replied with a another ruffling of Jensen’s hair. Jensen went to smack Jared in his belly, but Jared dodged just in time. A look up at Jared showed him grinning in a way that made Jensen worry for all of a moment before he was tackled into the ground by what seemed like four hundred pounds of Therian.
Jensen oofed as all the breath rushed out of him, but as soon as he got his bearings he twisted his leg over Jared’s waist and flipped them so that he was on top. He tried putting Jared into a sleeper hold, but he managed to twist out of it and get Jensen on his belly, his arms twisted behind his back.
“Say, Uncle!” Jared crowed.
“Never!” Jensen growled, trying to throw the heavier man off of him. That didn’t work in the least: Jared was an unmovable weight on his back.
“C’mon, Jen,” Jared breathed, and Jensen froze when he realized Jared’s face was so close to his own that Jared was breathing hot into his ear. “Forfeit, you know I won.”
Jensen tensed, instinctively wanting to fight back, a part of him wanting to throw Jared off and put *him* on his belly, but the other half, the half that was getting louder and louder, told him to yield.
Eventually he relaxed, his whole body going limp under Jared. “Alright,” he said into the ground. “Uncle.”
“Good,” Jared said, and nipped the back of Jensen’s bared neck. The pinch and pressure of teeth was there and gone almost before Jensen realized it, but by then Jared was off of Jensen and on his feet. Jensen sat up, fingertips touching the back of his neck. It was strange, but there seemed to have been a sudden weight that was on his shoulders, but Jared pinning him down and biting him, even if it was just that little nip, made him feel so much lighter. A tension so subtle he hadn’t even noticed it had been spreading across the width of his shoulders, and it was suddenly gone and the relief he felt was amazing.
‘I submitted to him,’ Jensen realized. ‘He’s now, what? My Alpha or something? What does that mean in the long run?’
The thought made him slightly uncomfortable.
“We need to get you to your tent, Jen,” Jared said, surprising him into looking up. Some time during their wrestling match the sky had darkened further, and Jared was a dark shadow against the sky.
“What?” Jensen said, still concentrating on the feeling of teeth at his neck.
Jared made a gesture towards his ears, and Jensen instinctively reached up to run his hand along the edge of his ear. His ear felt like it’d be pinched at the top and pulled, shaped into a pointed tip, and even as he felt out the shape he could feel it changing and growing.
Jared reached out a hand towards Jensen. “C’mon, lets get you to your tent. Trust me, you do *not* want to experience shifting in your clothes.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, reaching up to take Jared’s hand, but pausing at the sight of the shape of his fingers twisting, his nails slowly turning black and hooked. Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand and hauled him bodily to his feet and began dragging him over to the tents.
“You‘ll shift on your own this time,” Jared said when they got to Jensen’s tent. “So hurry up and get undressed.”
“Not even a movie first, Jeeze,” Jensen muttered as he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it into the open tent behind him. He kicked off his shoes and watched for a moment while his toes seemed to take the opportunity to shorten, his big toe almost shrinking to nothing. Balancing precariously on his half-formed feet he snaked his belt off and started to unbutton his jeans. Right before he pulled them off, however, he hesitated and glanced at Jared.
“Don’t worry,” Jared said, “You won’t have anything nobody else has ever seen. Unless you’ve got some really adventurous tattoos.”
“That’s not it,” Jensen said with a tongue that felt odd in his mouth. “When are you going to start?”
“When you finish,” Jared said. “I’ve been doing this long enough to wait.”
Jensen nodded and pushed his jeans down, though he almost toppled over when he stepped out of them. Both the jeans then the underwear was thrown into the tent, and Jensen almost wanted to close his eyes as he felt the changes begin to speed up, but he couldn’t help but watch as the bones under his skin twisted and shift. He expected it to hurt, but there was only a dim sort of ache, like a healing bruise. His ears traveling up his skull was a novel sensation, but it was the tail sprouting from the base of his spine that was the strangest part. Eventually he couldn’t remain upright and felt forward, but his legs had shortened and arms lengthened enough that a quadruped stance was comfortable. His face pushed out into a muzzle, and he felt with his tongue the sharp teeth in his new maw. Finally came the fur, mottled like a natural wolf’s, but tending towards blond, like his hair.
And then his senses opened up, and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Most startling was his nose: He could smell *everything*. The tent smelled like canvas and dust and Jared, and he could smell his own clothes inside the tent - his natural smell, overlaid with sweat and smoke from the small bonfire that a couple Wolves were staying behind to tend to all night and his own aftershave. The air itself was a virtual cornucopia of interesting scents: some he could recognize, like certain flowers, while others were a mystery that made Jensen want to track them down one by one to find out just what they were.
Only slightly less impressive was his hearing, and while feeling them twitch was an interesting sensation, he noticed that sounds were sharper - he was able to better pinpoint just where each sound was coming from.
Disappointingly, his eyesight was only marginally better as a Wolf than as a human. Everything was much clearer, for one. No need for glasses as a Wolf, apparently. And though his night vision was certainly better, he didn’t exactly notice more, or have super-binocular vision like he’d heard some animals had.
He felt something nudge him in the side, and he jumped when he saw a larger, darker Wolf at his side. He was so engrossed with what was happening to him he didn’t even notice Jared shift. Jared nudged him again and started licking Jensen’s face and snout enthusiastically, hopping around him like a puppy with a sugar high. Jensen understood the feeling. He felt hyped up, he wanted to move. He wanted to *run.*
Jensen slapped the ground with both forepaws, rump in the air before darting to the side, an invitation to play, even if he didn’t know that was quite what he was doing. He was working all on instinct. Jared chuffed a bark and quickly trotted a few paces out towards the trees. Jensen followed, and Jared sped up until they were running flat-out.
Jensen could finally *understand.* He understood why Jared talked about merely running like it was the greatest thing since string cheese. It was freedom, pure and simple. He could easily forget his worries of his human life; the bills he had to pay, working, dealing with his dad, if only he could have this. Running like this, pounding the ground with all four paws, just *flying* across the ground, wind whipping past his face. He was just *inhaling* different scents, and many of them he wanted to investigate, see where he led, but Jared was still running and Jensen had to follow.
Eventually Jared slowed to a trot, and they reached a stream. Both of them panting, they lapped up the clear water and collapsed on the cool grass at the side. They didn’t need an extended rest, and before long Jared nipped at Jensen’s flanks and they were off once again.
At one point Jared seemed to catch a scent that made him excited and he darted off, chasing after something small and scurrying. Jensen was about to follow when he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. He looked over and it was a darkly furred Wolf, sitting with his mouth open in a doggy grin. Jensen sniffed, taking in this strange Wolf’s scent and whimpered at the undercurrent of something.. Off. A sickness so subtle that it was difficult to get a bead on it.
The Wolf stood, and Jensen took a couple steps back, ears flat against his skull. The Wolf huffed, and loped off, long legs letting him disappear into the night.
Uncomfortable, Jensen followed Jared’s scent trail, and found him teasing a fox that had retreated into it’s den.
Dawn was creeping over the horizon when they started heading back to the camp site. Jared walked with Jensen over to his tent, both of them panting and a little overheated from their bouts of running and rest. Like the others, Jensen had left the flap open, so all he had to do was nudge it a little and he was able to slip inside. He turned, waiting for Jared to follow, but instead he saw Jared’s rump as he headed for his own tent.
Jensen whined low in his throat - he wanted Jared to come in with him. He wanted, he *needed* to talk to Jared about what just happened, the fantastical experience needed to be shared. He doubted he’d be able to find the words to describe just *how* he felt, but he think of something, surely. But when he eeled out of his tent and tried to follow Jared, the bigger Wolf made a low noise - not quite a whine or a growl, but something like the mixture of the two and tried to nudge Jensen to his own tent. Jensen barked, a belligerent ‘No,’ but at that Jared growled. He didn’t show his teeth, he didn’t need to. Jensen got the message: he was to go back to his own tent, and alone.
Head low and ears back, Jensen retreated back to his tent. Once inside, he paused: he didn’t know how to turn back. His body automatically shifted into his fur, but he didn’t know if it worked the same in reverse.
He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine being human again. Normal, slightly panicky, a little nearsighted, Jensen Ackles. His body knew what it was like to be human and was used to that, he hoped. It seemed to work, he could feel the changes happening in reverse, his legs lengthening, his muzzle shortening, and his eyesight grew blurry as usual, and eventually the same old Jensen Ackles was sitting there in his tent, heart still pounding from the night’s events.
He considered for all of half a second finding some boxers to sleep in or something, but he was too wiped out to go messing around with his duffle. Instead, he zipped up the tent and flopped back onto his sleeping bag, too warm to climb inside.
Way too warm. Burning, actually. Jensen’s skin still felt hot, even if that charged, staticky feeling under his skin had all but dissipated. And a certain part of him was up and awake, even if the rest of him felt like he could sleep for months.
Jensen reached down to fondle himself and hissed at the intense feeling. It felt like a jolt of electricity ran straight from his cock to his brain. “Shit,” Jensen hissed, and wrapped his palm around his dick, thumbing the head. Just that little bit was enough to make him groan, and he let go of himself just long enough to spit into his hand before jacking himself, hand flying on his cock. He distantly wondered if this was why Jared wouldn’t follow him in, if he knew that Jensen would be feeling like he mainlined Viagra.
Was Jared affected like this? Was he sitting in his tent right now jacking himself off? Did he stroke himself slowly, or did he feel like Jensen, and he wanted to come Rightdamnfuckingnow? Jensen trailed the tips of his fingers up the shaft, shuddering at the teasing touch. What would Jared do if Jensen stepped out of his tent, walked over and got into his tent with him?
He remembered how Jared just completely overpowered him in their earlier wrestling match, and shuddered, thrusting into his hand. Would Jared hold him down just like that again? He wouldn’t imagine Jared would just use Jensen, he’d take Jensen and fuck him and make him love every second of it. Finally he’d bite down, sink his teeth into the skin of Jensen’s neck deep enough to leave a mark even with his Therian healing. Staking a claim, Jensen was *his.*
At that last little bit of fantasy Jensen shot like a rocket, shuddering and gasping like he’d never had an orgasm before.
Jensen let go of his softening dick, his hand falling limp at his side.
He couldn’t believe he just fantasized about a guy fucking him. *Jared* fucking him.
He knew if he was just a little less exhausted, the afterglow a little less intense, he’d be freaking out about it. As it was, he barely had the energy to grab his dirty shirt and mop up the mess on his belly and chest. He was still too warm for the sleeping bag, so he sprawled over the top, shut his eyes, and promised himself he’d angst over his uncomfortable new fantasies in the morning.
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Jensen woke the next morning to the scent of breakfast cooking. Still unmoving, he smiled and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of bacon, sausage, and eggs. Hs stomach growled in protest at it’s empty state, and he levered himself up to begin his new day.
He paused in the act of pulling a clean shirt out of his bag, caught by surprise at the *smell* of his clothes. He pressed the shirt to his face, inhaling the clean scent. The detergent and fabric softener was not quite too strong, but he could still faintly detect his own personal scent on the clothing from the last time it was worn.
Whatever else happened last night, that phenomenal sense of smell remained, obviously. Jensen’s hand flew to his nose, graphing out the shape: it felt like a regular human nose, not like when he shifted to his skin he forgot to get his face or something, but he couldn’t see how he could still be smelling that stuff.
He needed to talk to Jared.
He threw on a bunch of clothes, managing just by luck to pull off an outfit that didn’t look outrageous, ran a brush through his hair, pulled his shoes on, and was out of the tent.
He couldn’t see Jared at first, and the opening to his tent was gaping open and empty, so, uncomfortable something might be wrong with him, he weaved his way past tents and people to try to find is ginormous friend.
One thing he definitely noticed once he was out and moving though, was that the place *stank* of sex. The smell of cooked food was only masking the reek, but every tent he passed by smelled of male or female release.
He knew that his face was definitely red (not really a prude, no, he just never was in a place where so many people were so obviously having sex, and he went to college) when he finally spotted Jared sitting down with a couple others, already tucking into a meal. Jensen sighed, ‘of course.’
He headed over, meeting other’s polite greetings and good mornings with a nod, but with his full attention on Jared. The same Jared who glanced up and saw him coming and blanched before regaining his composure. He said something to the others that Jensen couldn’t hear (apparently the super hearing didn’t stick around either) and climbed to his feet, leaving his breakfast behind and loping over. Jared was all long legs and Jensen was still walking in his direction, so he got to Jensen quickly.
“Jensen, hey,” Jared said once they were close enough to talk without shouting. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re ready to freak out.”
Jensen made a weird sound that was a mix between a groan and a laugh, and probably would never be able to reproduce such a noise again on his life when he was suddenly reminded of what he’d masturbated over last night and how he promised himself he’d freak out in the morning. Well, he was still freaking out, but it was over something completely different.
“Something’s wrong, Jared,” Jensen said lowly, looking around to make sure where wasn’t anyone close enough to overhear. He didn’t know what Wolves would do to defectives, but he really didn’t want to find out.
“What Jensen, are you okay?” Jared asked, immediately concerned, the line of his shoulders tense. Over the smell of breakfast Jensen could smell Jared’s toothpaste, which reminded him he needed to do the same.
“I think when I shifted back I might have done something wrong, because I can still smell things like a Wolf can,” Jensen said, keeping his voice level even though he wanted to shout everything out.
Jared’s shoulders seemed to slump in what looked like relief, and Jared let out a chuckling breath, “Nah, that’s fine, Jensen. You’re just officially a Lycanthrope in human form now - we all have a sharper sense of smell. Just some have a better one than others,” he said.
“Oh,” Jensen said, feeling mildly like an idiot. Jensen could still smell Jared’s breath, and over the smell of breakfast Jensen could smell Jared’s toothpaste, which reminded him he needed to do the same. And now that he was actively *sniffing* Jared, and oh God was he hoping he was being discreet about it, he could tell that Jared also jerked off the night before, though he made an attempt to clean up.
And oh *God,* if Jensen could still smell it on Jared even after a shower at the small bathing facilities they had, when he was walking past all those people he might as well have been wearing a giant neon sign proclaiming, “I MASTURBATED LAST NIGHT!” for all the world to see.
“Well,” okay, Jensen said, trying to not let his panic show on his face or voice. “Well, I need to go finish getting cleaned up and stuff, so I’ll… talk to you later.”
If Jared’s growing little smirk was any indication, he knew exactly what Jensen had figured out, and was vastly amused by it. “Okay Jen,” he said, and Jensen could even *hear* the smirk in the voice. “I’ll save you some breakfast, you go ahead and do what you need to.”
Jensen nodded, turned around, and tried to spot a nice secluded tree for him to bang his head against a few times.
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Maybe it was sparked by that bite on the next that started the whole mess, maybe it was the fantasies his mind conjured up out of no where the night before, but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jared at all for the rest of the day.
He was mesmerized by the shape of Jared’s mouth on his little plastic fork as he ate, the way his T shirt pulled across his chest. At one point Jared and Jensen went with a small group of others to a nearby lake for some swimming, and when Jared picked up a man almost Jensen’s size and bodily haul him up and into the air, Jensen was glad that the water wasn’t clear enough to make things embarrassing for him.
He had no idea where the sudden fascination with Jared stemmed from; Yes, he was a great guy, and Jensen could definitely admit that he had an awesome body, especially after seeing it naked in his living room, but he never lusted after another man in his life. He was always happy with women, with their soft curved bodies, and their little touched of femininity in even the most tomboyish ones. Except for a very mild experimentation back in High School, the thought of doing anything sexual towards another man never even crossed his mind.
What was even stranger was that even though he could picture Jared fucking him (Oh *God* could he picture Jared fucking him, and he head to duck underwater and swim away from people for a little while until his body calmed down) whenever he thought about doing the same to Jared his mind refused to dwell on it, shuddering away from the thought and leaving behind a sense of wrongness.
‘I’m such his bitch,’ Jensen realized. The thought, strangely enough, didn’t really bother him.
He saw people start to head out of the lake, grabbing towels and blankets as, apparently, their time was up. Jensen glanced at the sky and realized to some surprise that it was already evening, and if they wanted to get some food in their bellies before the main event that night they needed to head to the camp site.
Jared waited for Jensen at the dock, and the two of them walked back together, tired from their swim but relaxed. They took turns nudging each other with their shoulders as they walked, gradually increasing in force until, by the time they reached the site, they were almost pushing each other off the path, and when one saw the other coming he had to plant his feet and brace himself. Jared at the weight behind his pushes, but Jensen had the lower center of gravity and was stockier, so they were pretty evenly matched.
Spirits high and in good humor, they got some of whatever was cooking on the grill (barbecue ribs, that night) and found a secluded area to eat in peace.
Jared seemed to be pretty popular in the group, he always had somebody or another stopping by the chat for a little while, and even Jensen was getting approached for friendly conversation, even though with his shyness he was probably not the most open and welcoming figure. Therefore, Jensen was glad for the opportunity for them to talk, just between the two of them.
Oh, he wasn’t going to admit to Jared at he had a crush on him the size of California, oh *hell* no. It was just… nice, just sitting with his friend. That was all.
Neither of them had changed after their swim, and were both sitting in their drying trunks, shirtless. They were close enough together than Jensen could feel the heat emanating from Jared, and even though Jared’s eating-sounds were a little gross, he had absolutely no desire to move away.
At one point, Jared looked over at Jensen and smiled, putting down the piece of rib he was gnawing on long enough to ask, “Are you looking forward to tonight?”
Jensen nodded emphatically, taking a moment to chew and swallow before replying, “Oh hell yeah, last night was just as fun as you said it’d be.”
“See?” Jared teased. “Not as bad as you thought, huh?”
There was a smudge of barbecue sauce on Jared’s lower lip, right above his chin. “Well, I never thought it’d be *boring,* just never expected anything like that. You willingly give this up to *work?* Crazy.”
Jared chuckled and wiped his mouth across the back of his hand, but only succeeded in smudging that bit of sauce. “Well, you don’t *have* to stay in your fur all night, just once a night you have to shift into your fur, and then you can shift back and be fine.”
“What happens if you don’t shift?” Jensen asked. He could practically taste that bit of barbecue sauce.
“You ever hear about people who get so wound up in work and kids and stuff like that and they don’t take time off to relax and vent, and they end up kind combusting? Imagine that, but with a Wolf.”
The mental image shook Jensen out of his condiment-lust. “Ouch,” he said
Jared nodded. “No kidding.” He seemed to finally remember the paper napkins he brought with him and reached for one, but when it raised it to his face, Jensen, moving before properly thinking things through like the good, *sane* man he thought he was, leaned over and licked Jared’s chin, tongue dragging over barbecue sauce and Jared’s slightly scruffy skin and a surprisingly soft lower lip. He leaned back, surprised in himself and noticed that he’d rested a hand on top of Jared’s thigh for balance.
Jared looked at Jensen, mouth hanging open slightly, a damp line on his chin from Jensen’s tongue.
Jensen’s face felt warm enough to fry an egg on, and he knew he must flaming (ha) red. He expected Jared to say something, or do something - punch him, push him away, turn him down gently, something. No, Jared just closed his mouth, an odd expression on his face that Jensen couldn’t quite decipher.
Cursing himself, he withdrew his hand and scooted a couple feet away from Jared. One tiny act, and he probably ruined their friend ship. He was such an idiot.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, though, when Jared thumped his hand down on his shoulder. “C’mon, Jen,” he said, an odd note in his voice. “Let’s throw this stuff out and head back to our tents, we want to get an early start on tonight.”
Though his belly was churning and his mind was racing to try and decipher Jared’s mood (was he upset at Jensen? Did he not care? Was he going to throw Jensen out of his house as soon as this whole Full Moon thing was over?) he nodded and gathered both his and Jared’s discarded plates. Jared still had some food left on his, and Jared felt his stomach plummet - if Jared was leaving a plate anything but licked clean he had to be upset.
Jensen still had the taste of barbecue-flavored Jared in his mouth.
Back at the camp site, Jensen tossed the paper plates into one of the ubiquitous trash bags set up all around the place, and once more they headed towards Jensen’s tent.
“Strip,” Jared said shortly when they got there, and Jensen immediately started to obey, but his fingers froze in the act of slicking down his still-damp trunks when Jared hooked his thumbs into his own shorts and pulled them off.
He’d already started to shift by the time Jensen finally recovered enough wits to pull his own trunks down and off, and Jensen closed his eyes to concentrate on his Wolf form.
Imagine his surprise when just as he started to shift, a warm, naked body pressed close. His eyes flew open to see Jared pressed up against him, and Jared had enough time to press his mouth against Jensen’s and to reach around to grab Jensen’s ass with one not-quite-human hand and pull Jensen’s hips close until neither of them were human enough to keep standing.
Once in his fur, Jensen took a couple steps away from Jared, his head slung low and tail lip. He was confused as hell, not having a clue as to what Jared was playing at.
Jared, however, was looking into the forest. He glanced at Jensen, huffed a command to follow, and began loping out. He only went a few paces out when he seemed to realize Jensen wasn’t following, and turned around.
Jensen was sitting right where he was before, looking down at the grass between his two forepaws. Jared barked, more an sharp outlet of air than a real bark, ‘*come*.’
Jensen ignored him. Jared was acting weird - if he was mad at Jensen, he wouldn't have kissed him, right? But Jared was certainly acting weird, stalking back to Jensen and growling low, a command to *obey.* Jensen, pouting (even he had to admit it,) lay down and curled into a tight ball, looking for all the world he was one sheep away from falling asleep.
What he didn’t expect was the snarl and the teeth at the thick fur of his yanking hard enough to hurt. He yelped, loud enough to draw the attention of a few Wolves, in their fur and out, but instead of coming over to rescue Jensen from the big bully, they looked away, some even walking in the other direction. Jared tugged again, apparently thinking that if Jensen wouldn’t follow on his own, then he’d *make* him follow.
Jensen had enough, even a part of him was cringing at the thought, he spun around and snapped at Jared. He didn’t want to bite him, he just wanted the message to get through that he was *not* wanting to be bugged.
Jared didn’t like that, not at all. He fell on Jensen, pressing him into the ground with his own body. Jensen was reminded of their wrestling the other day, when Jared did much the same thing. Only instead of the more light hearted, “Say Uncle!” by the time Jared managed to get Jensen belly-up and had his teeth clamped around his throat, he growing a low, continuous note.
Jensen whimpered, but Jared increased the pressure of his jaws a fraction, enough of a warning. Natural wolves had jaws so delicate they could carry an egg without breaking it, but tough enough to crack bone - a Wolf, being larger, had even more power. Even though Jensen knew that Jared would never kill him, never seriously hurt him, that fact was at the forefront of his mind when he finally submitted, tossing his head back so that he was completely vulnerable to whatever Jared chose to do.
Jared grunted and let off of Jensen, watching as Jensen got to his feet. Even though his human mind was pissed at Jared for embarrassing him, the Wolf in him crept over to Jared and licked his jaw in apology, an unintentional mirror of the act that got him into so much trouble in the first place.
Snorting, Jared turned and once more headed for the trees, not even glancing back because he knew this time that Jensen was following.
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It was still dark when they returned to the camp site. Jensen whined, he still had energy to burn, and wanted to keep running. But Jared ignored his whimpering and nosed him over to his tent. Jensen learned his lesson earlier: when it comes to being in their fur, Jensen was the low man on the totem pole. However, once he reached his tent and slid inside the opening, Jared was right behind him and sliding through.
Jared was once more already shifting back by the time Jensen got his wits together, and when he opened his eyes as a human there was Jared sitting across from him, hunched over in the low ceiling of the tent and naked as the day he was born.
Jensen felt the rush of blood to his dick just from looking at Jared, and he grabbed one of the pairs of discarded shorts to try to cover himself up with. A broad hand stopped his in mid grab though, and Jensen looked up to see Jared watching him, his eyes dark with lust.
Jensen gasped and let go of the shorts, and a glance at Jared’s lap told him he was in very much the same state as Jensen was, his cock red and full, and when it twitched Jensen felt his mouth water. The horniness that night wasn’t as “Oh-my-Gawd-Just-Let-Me-Come-Now” like it was the night previous, but it was real damn close, and that sight wasn’t helping.
“I’m going to ask this just once, Jensen,” Jared said, his voice a low, husky note that Jensen had never heard from him before. “Do you want to do this? If you do, you’ll be mine: You wont join any other Howlings, and every Therian with half a nose will know what we did, and who you are to me.”
“Yeah,” Jensen croaked out. “Yeah, of course I want this, Jared.” The way Jared was talking, it sounded almost like they were going to be exclusive, which… Jensen really didn’t mind at all. Explaining him to his parents might be weird, but he had other issues with them to work out, adding one more wouldn’t make the least difference.
“I don’t bottom,” Jared said, moving closer on his knees and cupping Jensen’s face with his hand, his thumb caressing the bottom lip. “And I’ve been told I can be a little pushy.”
“Fine with me,” Jensen said, giving Jared’s thumb a little nip and grinning at the gasp of shocked breath Jared let out at that.
“Good,” Jared said, moving closer until they were breathing each other’s air. “Good.” With that, Jared slid his hand to the back of Jensen’s head and kissed him.
Unlike their earlier kiss, this wasn’t a rushed thing, barely really considered a ‘kiss’ due to changing mouths and tongues. It was a real kiss, soft and unsure at first, learning the shape of each other’s mouths. When Jensen tilted his head, though, Jared sighed and coaxed Jensen’s mouth open wider, and their tongues came into play, darting into and out of each other’s mouths like fishes, taking moments to rub and caress each other every now and again.
Whether Jared pushed Jensen down or Jensen lay back on his own neither could say, but the next thing Jensen knew his legs were spread, Jared a warm solid presence in between them, and Jared was nipping along his jaw and chin. Jensen gasped when Jared bit down right at the jugular vein, sucking on the skin and leaving a hickey, marking him with the shape of his mouth and teeth a signature: “This Is Mine.”
Jensen’s hips surged up at the thought, pressing his hard-on against Jared’s own and making them both groan. Jared sealed their mouths together and reached down, grabbing both erections in his big hand and jacking them both slowly together.
“Shhhhit,” Jensen hissed, shuddering. He ducked his head, nosing Jared’s chin up so he could get at the long tanned column of his neck. He didn’t bite, that was for Jared only, but he licked and kissed and suckled at the skin, leaving his own tiny marks that had Jared closing his eyes and panting.
Jared twisted his head to the side, unattaching Jensen’s mouth from his neck and fitted his mouth over Jensen’s own once more. He began to move his hips, slow, undulating thrusts that pressed them together even as he kept slowly jerking them both.
Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s body, his palms flat against his back, sliding in the sweat that was beginning to bead up on his skin. When Jared squeeze just *so* Jensen hissed, and ran his fingers down the line of Jared’s back, nails digging into skin.
Jared shuddered and ripped his mouth away from Jensen’s, resting his forehead on Jensen’s shoulder for a moment.
“You like that?” Jensen said, unintentionally softly but intentionally teasing. He did it again, from nape of his next to just above the curve of his ass, digging his nails in deep.
Jared groaned and nodded, nipping a bit of neck that was apparently too close to resist.
“Please Jensen,” he panted. “Please, can I fuck you? Please Jensen, please, God, please…”
It was at the tip of his tongue to quip, “I’m not that kind of girl,” but Jared sounded so wreaked, so needy. He nodded, “Yeah, Jared. Do it, fuck me.”
“Oh God,” Jared whimpered. “Please tell me you got something for lube.”
Jensen thought for a moment; he really didn’t plan on doing anything like *this* these past couple days, so he didn’t exactly bring any supplies. Then he remembered one time he and Danneel got a little adventurous while taking a shower one day and nodded. “Got some conditioner in my bag,” he said. “That should work.”
Jared gave Jensen a peck on the cheek and let go of their dicks (both of them swallowed a groan at the disappearing pressure and warmth) to grab Jensen’s duffle and pull it over. He rifled through it for a moment until he could find the white bottle, and as soon as he had set it out he pushed the bag to the side.
Jared looked over at Jensen and grinned. “And now for the fun part,” he said. The tent was small and cramped with the two of them in there, but Jared managed to scooch down until Jensen’s dick was looking Jared right in the face, lowered his head, and gave his cock a long, loving lick.
“Oh, *Jesus*,” Jensen yelped. It’d been way too long since he’d last had sex, just that one lick hit him so hard. Jared kept sucking Jensen’s cock, and Jensen was so preoccupied staring up at the top of the tent and feeling those delicious sensations that he wasn’t aware that Jared had popped the cap open on the conditioner and had coated his fingers in the stuff until he was circling the entrance to Jensen’s body with one cool, slick fingertip. “God,” he moaned. His ass was going to smell like “Fresh Mountain Strawberries.”
Jared pulled off Jensen’s dick to soothe, “Relax, Jen,” before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jensen’s cock and *sucked*.
Apparently, that was enough to get Jensen relaxed enough that Jared managed to get his whole finger up his ass. Jensen squirmed, caught between the oh-so-good feeling in his dick and the uncomfortably intrusive pressure in his ass. Jared rubbed Jensen’s hip with his free hand, apparently picking up on his nervousness. Jensen still didn’t know what the big deal was about anal sex from this, *ahem* end. For as long as men have been having sex with each other, there had to be something about it that made them want to keep on doing it, right?
Two fingers in, and Jensen felt full and uncomfortable. Jared was doing an awesome job on his dick, good enough to keep him hard, but Jensen was far away from the edge he was courting ever since Jared first put his mouth on Jensen’s dick.
Three fingers and Jensen really wanted Jared to go back to that jacking-them-both-together thing. That was pretty awesome, and Jensen decided that he just wasn’t cut out for anal sex. No insult to anyone who did it, but he just wasn’t interested.
Jared gave the cock in his mouth one last long suck before he crawled up Jensen’s body, giving him a kiss that let Jensen taste himself on his lips. “You ready?” Jared asked.
Jensen nodded, not sure he could ever be ready.
Grinning, Jared gave Jensen’s jaw a little nip and reached down to slather more conditioner on his own cock. He turned Jensen over and raised his hips until he was on all fours, lined his dick up, and *pushed.*
Jensen dropped his head and hissed, Jared was a big guy, a lot bigger than a couple fingers, and even with Jared’s Sasquatch hands he still couldn’t reach as deep as his dick could go. Jared shushed him, kissing and nipping his neck and jaw, murmuring “I knows” and “Relaxes” and the like. Jensen really wanted to ask how Jared could relax with a baseball bat shoved up his ass, but he couldn’t get the breath to do so.
Finally Jared bottomed out, and he nearly collapsed on top of Jensen. He was giving continual little shudders, his shoulders and hips tensing like he wanted to thrust, but didn’t quite dare yet. “Oh god,” he moaned. “You’re tight.”
Jensen nodded. Yeah, he could tell. Even so, he could feel himself adjusting around Jared’s girth, his body getting used to having something foreign in it. It still burned, but when it got to a place that Jensen thought was as good as it was going to get, he nudged Jared’s shoulder. “Alright,” he ground out. “Move.”
Jared nodded and started a slow, rolling thrust. If Jensen thought that first being penetrated was weird, Jared thrusting was weirder. He didn’t say anything though, but judging by the look on Jared’s face, it felt good enough that Jensen could almost see himself doing it again for him. Almost.
After a little while of this, Jensen Jr. was really feeling unsure about events, and when Jared reached around to fondle it, Jensen wanted to wince. Jared paused, told Jensen to ‘hold on, he’ll find it,” and started changing the angle of his thrusts. Jensen had no idea what the hell Jared was supposed to find until he *found it.*
One moment Jensen was considering the surprisingly boring sex with Jared, and the other it felt like he was getting electrified from the base of his spine out. He yelped, grabbing the sleeping bag under him and holding on *tight.*
By the time he recovered from that first sparking sensation, he looked over his shoulder to see Jared had paused, smiling down at him like the cat who’d got the canary.
“Found it,” he said. Then he started to move, and kept on ‘finding’ it.
Jensen finally knew why so many men over the years had sex this way, and he vowed to rediscover this fact as often as possible in the future.
He sort of rocked back and forth with the thrusts, letting Jared hit that sweet spot inside him over and over, and could feel his orgasm building in him once again. Jared was full of surprises though, because just when he felt himself approaching that precipice, he felt himself flipped and turned. Before he knew it, Jared was laying on his back, Jensen propped over him. Jared managed to move both of them without ever falling out of Jensen, and Jensen was slightly impressed with the feat.
“Like this,” Jared said, physically lifting Jensen up and down on his cock, forearms bulging with veins. “I want to see you come. Not to mention,” he added with a breathless laugh, “I can’t do all the work.” With that, he let Jensen down and just clutched his hips.
Jensen groaned, he was close, and Jared was being a mean son of a bitch (literally) by stopping everything. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on Jared’s shoulders and knelt up, Jared’s cock sliding nearly completely out before he fell back, gasping when he felt himself getting impaled once more. “God,” he said again.
“Yeah, baby,” Jared gasped, his eyes narrow slits in the darkness of the tent. “Just like that. Keep going.”
Jensen did, and eventually even Jared couldn’t stand the slow pace any more and grabbed Jensen’s hips hard enough to bruise, slamming his hips up and forcing Jensen down into his lap. Jensen finally came, shooting all over Jared’s smooth chest and belly in hard pumps. Jared groaned and flipped them once more, and all Jensen could do was hold on for the ride as Jared pounded his ass before freezing, shuddering as he came deep inside Jensen.
They lay there together, wrapped up, for a long time, breathing each other’s air and giving each other tiny kisses as they tried to get their breath. Eventually Jared pulled out, Jensen wincing at the squelch and the gaping, empty feeling left behind.
Even though they were both still over warm and covered in sweat and other things, they both sort of slowly drifted to sleep.
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The next morning, Jensen woke up first. He watched Jared long enough for Jared to open his own eyes and watch him back. Then they fucked again.
Eventually they came out of the tent to get some food and shower, knowing as they did so that every Wolf in the site knew what they were doing. Jensen was sore and walking a little funny, but he praised Therian healing for the fact that he could even move, so he wasn’t going to complain.
Then they went back to the tent and Jensen learned how to give a blow job.
He did have to spill the beans about not having any prior experience with guys, which pissed Jared off because he felt he should have gone slower Jensen’s first time.
Jensen got pissed back because, last he checked, he wasn’t a chick and needed to be romanced before she’d take her top off, and then they had angry sex.
That night they took a break to shift and run, Jensen finding a rabbit that night and chased it until it disappeared into a burrow.
When they woke up the next morning and crawled out of bed, though, they heard news that shook Jensen up badly.
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There had been another Therian attack. Multiple attacks, actually, and all in the same night. Another young man and his wife, and a mother and two kids were all attacked in their sleep by a Therian that had somehow snuck unto their homes. Judging by the tooth marks and how close the two families were, all evidence pointed to the same Wolf, and very likely the very same Wolf that attacked Jensen. And, like Jensen, they were all close family to members of public office: the couple the mayor’s daughter and son-in-law, and the mother and kids the ex-wife of the chief of police.
While others were packing up the site, Jensen, Jared, Misha, Jeff, and a few others were crowded around a radio someone had brought out, listening to the news cast. Just Jensen getting bit was big news, but it was obvious that whatever Wolf was doing this was specifically targeting certain people.
“It’s a new Scourge,” Jensen said. All eyes were suddenly on him, and even though he blushed a bit at being the center of attention, he continued. “Except instead of biting everyone they come across, they’re attacking the people in charge. If someone has a kid or wife who’s a Therian, they’re not going to allow a bill to pass keeping them from getting into certain colleges or something.”
“Makes sense,” Jeff sighed. “From a twisted point of view. But it'd never work in real life, all it’s going to do is make them pissed instead of lenient.”
“I don’t know,” a guy said, one Jensen hadn’t talked to before. He was looking at Jensen with narrowed eyes as he continued. “Has it worked, Ackles? Aren’t you going to tell daddy to take back some of his laws so you can go back living the high life?”
“Enough, Chad,” Jared growled.
“Fuck that,” the guy, Chad snorted. “Do you really think this guy would be giving you the time of day if he wasn’t getting furry every month? He’d be a high-and-mighty human, and you a dog not fit for licking the shit off his shoes.”
“Enough,” Jeff snapped, and this time Chad listened, stalking off with a disgusted snort.
“Don’t pay attention to Chad, Jen,” Jared said, slinging an arm over Jensen’s shoulder and rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s a good guy, he can just be an ass sometime,”
Jensen felt a little sick because there was a note of truth in Chad’s accusation. Even so, “Jared, you’re such an awesome guy, that even if I met you while I was still human I’d still fall in love with you.” As soon as the words came out he wanted to slap a hand over his mouth. Too early in the relationship to be admitting to love, he scolded himself.
Instead of looking uncomfortable, Jared gave him a small smile. “Alright,” he said softly. Then he cleared his throat and said louder, “Anyway, if I thought that you were an asshole, I wouldn’t be having Wolves running around trying to find the one that bit you?”
Shocked, Jensen said, “You did what?”
Misha put his hand on Jared’s shoulder, said lowly that he’d ‘get something,’ and headed off to his car.
Jeff turned to Jensen and said, “It’s dangerous having a Therian out there randomly attacking people.” He sighed and amended, “*Apparently* randomly attacking people. We were able to get something with the Wolf’s scent on it, and have been trying to track it down.”
“We haven’t had much luck,” Jared said, shaking his head. “If he lives in the city, we haven’t been able to track him down, and we don’t have the time or people to start looking around the suburbs.”
Misha returned with what looked like a couple scraps of cloth in a zip lock bag, and as soon as Jensen got a good look he exclaimed, “Hey, that’s my shirt! I thought the cops had it.”
Misha shrugged. “We left some for the cops, but we know enough about them to know they wouldn’t look too deeply into a Therian attack.”
“Oh,” Jensen said, taking the bag from Misha and opening it. The scents had faded over the month since the attack, even though it’d been sealed. The first smell that hit him was the smell of his own blood, thick and coppery in his nose. He took a deep breath, trying to focus past the smell of blood to the other, more subtler scents. The sharp scent of his own panic and fear-sweat, and then, below that, the Wolf.
He paused, concentrating on that last one. It was familiar, but it was that undercurrent of sickness that clinched it.
“I’ve smelled this Wolf before,” Jensen said.
Everyone started talking at once, but Jensen had turned and was running full tilt towards the trees, shedding clothing and shifting as he went. He landed on all fours running, and could hear the others behind him, shouting at him to wait or slow down. Jensen ignored them, trying to find that scent once more. He could dimly remember where he’d saw that dark Wolf his first night in his fur and headed there, pausing every now and then to try and find the trail.
Finally he stopped, that sickly scent leaving a mark across a tree that it’d rubbed up against.
He growled low. Even though he wasn’t altogether upset about the changes in this life, this Wolf turned everything he knew in his life on it’s ear. He lost his girlfriend, his job, and his father wanted to *retrain* him. He deserved a little revenge.
Growling low, he took off again, and he could hear the padding footfalls of a group of Wolves close behind him. Jared said that Wolves don’t form packs, but he knew they’d back him up once he cornered the rogue.
He traced the scent trail for a long time, but he didn’t tire nearly as easily as he would as a human. His long legs ate up ground as he arrowed in on the Wolf’s position. Soon the smell of the rogue was everywhere, and he knew he’d entered it’s territory. It was in a patch of forest close enough to the city that he could make it if he ran flat-out for an hour or so, but far enough that he could see how Misha and the others could miss the scent.
He burst into a small clearing, just big enough for the dilapidated cottage. Jensen slowed to a trot, eyeing the house for an open door or window. He could always have shifted to human, but he wanted to confront him as a Wolf, as what he made him into. The back door was open a crack. Bingo. At that moment four wolves exploded into the clearing, and Jensen looked them over. The biggest was Jared, fur as dark as his hair in the sunlight. Another big one, Jeff, was in the lead, muzzle grey with age, but still strong and tough with the wisdom of experience. Misha and Sandy were behind him. Right at that moment he realized how the other Wolves seemed to defer to Jared, to show him respect. Jared wasn’t Alpha, but he wasn’t far.
They looked at each other and the cabin, and as one they made a decision.
They’d deal with him like Wolves.
~The End