Hold your tongue and keep your secrets Part 2diane_mckayFebruary 9 2011, 01:18:49 UTC
Kris knew that man. And he knew that if he stepped forward and through that cold stream once more, that the man would know him too. And Kris could step forward and feel his bare chest where soft fur had been the night before and he could reach up, dart his tongue out and lick into his lips. And the man would welcome him. He would take Kris into his arms and lay him down onto the forest and cover him whole.
Kris stepped forward, intending to show himself and had taken one step when a voice called out loudly, echoing in the quiet forest.
“Adam!” And the man who had been Kris’s running mate last night and the dark wolf of his memories turned towards the sound. Responding to his own name, Kris thought.
Adam. Kris wondered what it would sound like when he first said the name, if it would come out a gasp or a moan or if it would be swallowed whole completely as Adam claimed his mouth.
Another man, several inches shorter than Adam, emerged from the trees. He too was naked and Kris thought he looked familiar, maybe one of the people Adam had been with last night. As Kris watched, he stepped up to Adam and Adam smiled, swept a hand through the man’s blonde hair and kissed him.
Kris backed up, until he was behind the old redwood tree again and his breath was coming harshly, every movement feeling as though they were straining his muscles.
What in the world had Kris been thinking? That out here, his first full moon in California, he would find a companion? A mate? He felt a scornful laugh welling up in his throat at his foolish ideas. His hopes.
One night running together as wolves most definitely did not make them destined to be together. And the fact that Kris remembered the night - remembered Adam - more clearly than he had ever remembered anything else as a wolf meant nothing. In the seven years, almost a hundred full moons, that Kris had been a werewolf he had never let it control his life. He wouldn’t let it start now. Kris’s life would go on and he would likely never meet Adam again. Not that he had truly met Adam at all before. So it didn’t matter.
Even so, Kris took a while to gather himself, curling against the tree for comfort, and let his dreams of feeling Adam’s mouth against his own seep out of him and into it. He would leave them here in the forest.
**
Adam glanced back across the stream as he made his way back to the traces of his human life with his friends and felt a loneliness he couldn’t explain.
Kris stepped forward, intending to show himself and had taken one step when a voice called out loudly, echoing in the quiet forest.
“Adam!” And the man who had been Kris’s running mate last night and the dark wolf of his memories turned towards the sound. Responding to his own name, Kris thought.
Adam. Kris wondered what it would sound like when he first said the name, if it would come out a gasp or a moan or if it would be swallowed whole completely as Adam claimed his mouth.
Another man, several inches shorter than Adam, emerged from the trees. He too was naked and Kris thought he looked familiar, maybe one of the people Adam had been with last night. As Kris watched, he stepped up to Adam and Adam smiled, swept a hand through the man’s blonde hair and kissed him.
Kris backed up, until he was behind the old redwood tree again and his breath was coming harshly, every movement feeling as though they were straining his muscles.
What in the world had Kris been thinking? That out here, his first full moon in California, he would find a companion? A mate? He felt a scornful laugh welling up in his throat at his foolish ideas. His hopes.
One night running together as wolves most definitely did not make them destined to be together. And the fact that Kris remembered the night - remembered Adam - more clearly than he had ever remembered anything else as a wolf meant nothing. In the seven years, almost a hundred full moons, that Kris had been a werewolf he had never let it control his life. He wouldn’t let it start now. Kris’s life would go on and he would likely never meet Adam again. Not that he had truly met Adam at all before. So it didn’t matter.
Even so, Kris took a while to gather himself, curling against the tree for comfort, and let his dreams of feeling Adam’s mouth against his own seep out of him and into it. He would leave them here in the forest.
**
Adam glanced back across the stream as he made his way back to the traces of his human life with his friends and felt a loneliness he couldn’t explain.
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but, so good!!!
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and here, blue-eyed adam:
http://pics.livejournal.com/katekat1010/pic/00b22h55
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