Frontier Moon
Title: Frontier Moon
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Type: AU/Western/Paranormal
Author: wizardesslyn
Proof Reader: ironsan369
Rating: Hard R to NC-17 (for language, intense content and sexual situations)
Disclaimer: This is fiction, written for entertainment. I really think 'fiction' covers it. No disrespect intended.
Word Count: ~4750
Summary: Kris is a loner, riding through the West and headed toward Wyoming when he comes upon a burned out cabin, a shed full of burned 'dogs' and a wounded wolf with blue eyes. And then a mysterious naked man shows up that's too handsome for Kris' own good.
A/N: First of all, Molly, forgive me for keeping this from you, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wanted it to be a total surprise and I hope you like it. I've had to bite my perverbial tongue for a week now and it's killed me...just killed me! Last year, I had you beta anyway and just didn't tell you what it was for but this year, I wanted to spring it on you out of the blue. I hope you don't mind. Do you know how hard it was to keep this shit quiet? LOL....
To my sis...thanks for proof-reading this one for me. I know how much you don't like the smex...so thank you!
To my readers...I haven't forgotten you all...and I promise to finish up my ATL series soon. I miss posting for you all. I'll be back soon!
Kris was weary down to his very bones. He had been in the saddle all day, up since daylight struck, and he was damn hungry. He saw the smoke before he saw what was burning. At the top of the next rise, he looked down into the valley and saw the smoldering remains of a cabin. The small out building was still smoking, but it looked like the fire had burned out. He sat there, pondering, should he ride down and see if there was anyone alive or not? Could be Indians that set it and it could be that they were still around.
Leaning forward in the saddle, he rubbed the mares neck, “What’cha think Katy, girl? Should we go check or should we ride on?” The palomino snorted at him. “Yeah, I know you’re right, let’s go make sure no one needs our help.”
He found the trail to the bottom of the ridge and made his way slowly down. He wasn’t the only one that was tired, his girl was too. A man without a horse this far up in the mountains was a dead man, unless you were native, and Kris wasn’t.
The closer they got to the burned out structures, the more jumpy Katy got. It was like something was spookin’ her. Kris had a hard time keeping her on track; it was as if she wanted to walk a wide berth around the place.
“Ho’now girl. This was partly your idea, what’s flustered you up so?” Kris tugged on the reins tighter to put the mare back on the path. She snorted and blew, but complied when he gave her a hard nudge with both heels.
He rode slow into the yard, keeping a lookout, for what, he wasn’t sure. But something sure didn’t feel right about this place. Stepping down from his horse, he pulled his rifle out of the saddle scabbard and made sure it was loaded before leaving Katy tied to the water pump. He wrinkled up his nose at the smell some kind of burnt flesh. He checked the house, but if anyone had been in there, they were long dead now. He headed toward the small outbuilding and the scent of burnt flesh got stronger. Looking through the burned out side, it appeared that there were burned animals, appeared to be dogs.
“Fuck.” Kris stumbled back, taking off his hat and slapping it against his thigh. Jamming his hat back on his head, he decided to get the hell out of there. He walked back over to the mare, put his foot in the stirrup and as he was lifting himself up on Katy’s back, he heard a sound from behind the smaller building. Rifle still in hand, he stepped back down and made his way to the back side to see what the noise was. It sounded like a high pitched keening and it almost sounded human, almost. It made the hair on the back of Kris’ neck stand on end.
As he turned the corner, he saw another dog lying there, it’s back legs burnt and what looked like some kind of wound near its chest. The closer he got, though, he realized that it wasn’t a dog at all, it was a wolf; a large black wolf. The sound he had heard was a very high pitch whine coming from the large animal. He squatted down next to it and saw that it was hurt beyond what little knowledge he had to fix. His compassion took over and he decided the safest thing to do would be to put the animal down. He stood and placed the barrel end of his Winchester to the animals head. Just as he was ready to pull the trigger and put the wolf out of its misery, it opened its eyes and his breath caught. They were seemingly human and blue; a blue that was very striking against all that black fur. He propped the rifle on his shoulder, “Now what the hell am I going to do with you?”
Shaking his head, he went over to his mare and took his bed roll off the back of the saddle and made a pallet on the ground. Going back around the building, he picked up the wolf, which growled at him, but otherwise, stayed still as he carried it to the pallet.
“Damn, you’re heavy,” he told the wolf as he lay it down.
Katy didn’t like being that close to the animal; she was skittish and Kris could understand that. A pack of wolves could take down a horse and kill it easily. He staked her out twenty feet away and started to build a fire. Right before he struck the match, the wolf grabbed his hand in its teeth.
“Fuck!” Kris yelled and tried to pull away but the wolf wouldn’t let go. It held him tighter but didn’t break the skin. “Let me go boy.” He said with a shaky voice. The wolf looked at him like it understood him and let him go, giving his hand a lick as it did so. Kris scooted away from the animal quickly but the wolf just lay back down and whimpered.
He’s afraid of the fire…Kris thought. “Hey, fella, I’m not going to hurt you with the fire. I’m just gonna build it to keep us warm, that’s all. Alright?” Some may think it odd for him to talk to the wolf like that, but you talk to what’s around when you go for weeks at a time and see no other human being except maybe a far away Indian who probably doesn’t speak your language anyway. “So, don’t bite me again, okay? I’m just gonna light the fire.” Not that the bite had broken the skin, but still, shit was scary big as the wolf was.
He lit the fire, casting a hesitant look at the wolf that appeared to be sleeping. He went to his saddle bags, he had lain down close to the pallet and pulled out some jerky, taking a bite, leaning back against the tree behind him and chewing slowly. He heard the wolf whimper and threw a piece over to him. “It’s not every day a man finds a half dead wolf. I should ‘a shot you, you know. You’ll never heal up and I don’t have the skills to help you boy.”
The wolf swallowed the jerky whole, gave him a hard stare and a low bark before he lay back down and appeared to go to sleep.
Kris laughed; a short, sharp sound. “Damn thing’s trying to argue with me.” He lowered his hat so the fire wouldn’t be in his eyes and he could still see out beyond it. It was one of the first things he learned when he came west, never stare into the fire, it messes with your vision and you could get killed quick and in a hurry like that.
He drifted off to sleep thinking of the very human, very blue eyes of the wounded wolf.
~~~~
Adam stood looking down at the man. He was shorter than him, by about six inches. He was good looking in a hard kind of way, with the lines around his eyes and mouth. And that mouth, the things he could see that mouth doing. He ran a hand through his black hair and wished for some clothes, his had all more than likely been burned in the fire. Damned superstitious Indians. He had told them, they meant no harm and now his pack lay dead in the make shift barn. He thought, and not for the first time since the man had found him, he should have just let the guy kill him. His need to live was stronger, however, than his need to die. So here he was, naked, just healed and looking down at a human he didn’t know what to do with.
He could have bitten him yesterday but he didn’t. He wouldn’t have been alone then, but he had always believed that a man should have a choice, so he couldn’t take that from the cowboy, no matter how much he wanted him. He squatted down and took a deep sniff close to the man’s neck.
Mate, his nose told him. But did the cowboy like men? Would he try to kill him once he realized what he was? Time would tell.
He lay back down on the pallet, turned back into his wolf form and waited for the human to wake up.
~~~~
Kris woke with a pain shooting down his neck from sleeping against the tree. He took his hat off and put it on the ground beside him, running his hands over his face. He looked over to where he had left the wolf sleeping and…it wasn’t there!
“What the fuck?” He jumped up, his back protesting and stopped in his tracks when he saw a naked man washing up at the water pump. He went to pull his pistol and found it wasn’t there.
“I took it while you were sleeping. I hid it. I didn’t want you to shoot me when you woke up and saw me.”
The man stood and Kris got his first good look at him. He looked…young but older at the same time; it was something about his eyes. His hair was a dark black, the color of some of the Natives he’d been around. But his eyes, they weren’t the dark native color, no, they were blue, blue like that wolf’s eyes and his skin was…freckled? He jerked his eyes back up when he saw the man’s cock. Damn… “Who the fuck are you?” He said it harshly and hoped this wasn’t the crazy man who had lit the house and shed on fire since he didn’t know where his pistol was and his rifle was beside the pallet where the wolf had been. Which made Kris wonder, “Have you seen my wolf? You didn’t hurt him did you?”
The look on the man’s face was so startled, so shocked, that Kris couldn’t understand it. “You’re worried about the wolf?”
Kris shrugged, “Well, yeah. You didn’t hurt him did you?”
The man’s eyes sparkled and it looked like he was trying to keep from smiling. “Let me get this straight, you’re in the middle of the nowhere west, with a naked man you don’t know and you’re worried about some wolf?”
Kris narrowed his eyes and reached behind him to pull out his hunting knife his brother had given to him when he left home, twirling it around in his hand while he eyed the man. “Yeah, so?”
The man started laughing. He laughed so hard that Kris considered that this man was probably touched, as the old folk back home used to say, ‘He’s touched.’ “You crazy or something?”
“No. That knife silver?”
Kris blinked. “What? Hell no! This here’s an Arkansas toothpick.”
The man shook his head and walked proudly toward Kris, not seeming to mind at all that he was naked. Kris held his breath but was surprised when the man held out his hand. “Name’s Adam. Nice to meet you, keeper of wolves.” He had a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.
Kris shook his hand. “I’m Kris. What’d you do with my pistol?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s over by your saddlebags,” he pointed.
Kris walked over and sure enough, there lay his pistol and his rifle. He turned back toward Adam, “Where’s your clothes?”
Adam snorted, “If I’m lucky, I might have something left in a trunk in that shell of a cabin but more than likely, they’re all burned up.”
Kris’ eyes widened, “This your place?”
Adam nodded, “What’s left of it.”
“What the hell happened here? And why are all those dogs burnt up like that?” He pointed to the shed.
A look of anger crossed Adam’s face and then sadness. “They weren’t dogs, they were wolves and the one you found is the only one left.”
“Where’d he go?”
Adam looked at him with piercing blue eyes, “He’s mate hunting most likely.” Adam sighed, “As for what happened here, Indians. They didn’t like my pack.”
“Your pack?”
Adam nodded, “Those wolves were the only family I had and now they’re gone.” He walked toward the burnt out cabin. “I’m gonna see if I can find something to put on and then,” Adam turned to look at him, “will you help me bury them?”
“The wolves?”
“Yeah.”
Kris thought about it for a minute. He understood how close you become to an animal when it’s just you and them and no one else for long periods of time. He loved Katy dearly and talked to her like she was a girl, because they depended on each other. “Yeah, I’ll help you bury them. But find some fucking clothes first. You’re cock hanging out is distracting.” He had mumbled the last sentence but his eyes widened when Adam stopped on his way to the burnt house and turned around with a smile on his face.
“Really?”
His face heated up and he knew he must be beet red. “Just put on something, will ya? You can’t wear my clothes, you’re too big.” His face got even redder when he thought about how that could be taken.
Adam just laughed and continued back toward what had been his home.
~~~~
Kris fed Katy some of her grain and tethered her out to graze. He would have let her roam on her own, but what with Indians about and her being skittish of the wolf, he thought it best to tie her. She blew at him as he rubbed her nose.
“What do you think of him girl? Is he crazy?”
The palomino snorted at him and shook her large head.
“Yeah well, time will tell, won’t it?”
Katy started and Kris turned to see Adam with a pair of scorched buckskin pants on that left nothing to the imagination and a loose cotton shirt. His mouth fell open, this was almost worse than the man being naked.
“You always talk to your horse like that?”
“She’s my girl.”
Adam looked out toward the horizon at the distant mountains. “Got another girl waiting for you somewhere?”
“Nope.”
Adam turned to look at him and laughed when Katy danced away to the end of her tether, giving him the wild eye. “Why not?”
Kris’ face turned red again as he shrugged and took his turn looking toward the valley, “Never cared for girls much.”
“What about boys?” Adam pressed.
“Them neither, like mine older.” Kris was beet red and still not looking at him.
“Older?” Adam took a step forward.
“Yeah, not interested in boys, prefer a man, full grown, who knows his own mind and don’t care that I know mine.” Kris turned and looked into Adam’s eyes then, their deep brown lit from within as he stared into Adam’s blue ones. “What ‘bout you?”
Adam’s face lit up with a bright smile that would have put the sun shining on a river to shame. “I’m queer as a white Indian baby.”
Kris laughed then, he couldn’t help it. “Well, now that’s out of the way, you wanna tell me what happened?”
They sat down and Adam started talking, leaving out the most important part, the part where he was more wolf than man.
Kris sat stunned once Adam finished his tale. “So, they thought your wolves were, bad?”
“Something like that. Guess they didn’t see them as natural.”
“So where’s the big black one, mate huntin’ you said? Will he be back?”
Adam smiled at him, “I don’t think he’s gone too far. Don’t you worry about him, he’s around.”
Kris closed one eye to keep the sun out of it and studied Adam with the other. “Alright. Let’s go bury your pack.”
Adam nodded and they got to work.
~~~~
Kris washed off in the creek. It was still warm, even though it was headed toward evening. He was tired, dirty and hungry. He needed to go hunting. Jerky was getting old and he wanted some fresh meat. He didn’t know where Adam had gotten to once they had all the wolves buried. All he had said was he needed to be alone. Kris could understand that. He stood and stretched out in the late evening sun, letting it warm his naked body and dry the cool water. When he opened his eyes, the wolf was there staring down at him. For a moment, he thought the damn thing was grinning at him.
“Where the hell have you been?” He ruffled the fur on the wolf’s neck. “I was worried about you. Did you find you a mate? Adam said you went looking for one.” He looked around but didn’t see any other wolf lurking. “No such luck, huh boy? They are hard to come by; mates are, even for wolves it seems.”
The wolf licked him across his mouth.
“Gah, stop already!” Kris shouted as he grabbed the wolf to push him back but found himself rolling in the grass and playing with the beast instead. “Damn it, stop, Wolf! I’m naked!” He laughed at himself, “Like the damn wolf gives a shit.” The wolf rolled him over and pinned him down with his large paws on his shoulders and licked him across the mouth again and then bounded away. “Fucker!” He yelled as he sat up to see what the wolf was sniffing.
“You took down an antelope by yourself? Holy shit Wolf, you’re gonna be handy to have around. No wonder Adam kept a whole pack of you.”
The wolf sat up, threw his head back and howled.
Kris noticed that the wolf’s leg was healed and the fur had grown back. The wound was gone from his side near his chest as well. “Come here boy. Come on Wolf.” He held out his hand and the animal trotted over and sat down and let Kris run his hands all over. “What the hell?” Kris couldn’t find anything wrong with the animal; there wasn’t a wound on him.
He sat back on the balls of his feet, “Huh, that makes no sense boy. None a ’tall.”
It appeared that the wolf rolled his eyes and then trotted back over to the small antelope and gave a small bark.
Kris shook his head, smiling at the wolf and put his clothes on. “Alright boy, let me cut some of this up for me and Adam and then you can have the rest.” He scruffed the wolf’s head as he pulled out his knife to skin the antelope and cut up some meat.
The wolf set across from him licked his chops.
Kris threw him choice bits as he skinned the hide off.
The wolf’s blue eyes never left Kris’s face.
Three hours later found the meat roasting over the fire and Kris washing his hands after scraping the hide down of the prey the wolf had killed. They may need it for something and he had learned not to waste a damn thing out here.
It was full dark, with a big moon coming up over the ridge. Kris was beginning to worry about Adam, who still hadn’t come back since they had buried the wolves earlier in the day. “Where do you think
Adam is, Wolf? Should we go looking for him?”
In answer, the animal plopped down beside him, put its head in his lap and sniffed at his crotch.
Kris just petted the wolf’s head and snickered. “Animals.” He curled up next to the fire on his bed roll and fell asleep, the wolf still resting partly on top of him.
~~~~
Adam couldn’t resist shifting and lying naked next to his mate. He wanted him; he wanted Kris like he had never wanted another. He knew that it wouldn’t be fair to take him when Kris didn’t fully understand what he was but he simply wanted. So once Kris was asleep, he shifted and held the man tight to him, breathing in his scent and lusting. Kris stirred in his sleep and rolled over facing him and Adam couldn’t stop; he pressed his lips to Kris’ and moaned as Kris’s flavor hit his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he was on top of the cowboy, rutting into him.
Brown eyes popped open and he smiled down into them and kissed Kris again. He watched Kris’ eyes widen and then smiled against his mate’s lips as Kris gave in and started kissing him back. There was no way around it now, he had to take him, claim him and make Kris his. He broke the kiss and sat up giving his mate a smoldering look as he took off Kris’ boots and socks. Kris must have warmed to the idea because he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He stripped Kris of his pants and tossed them. He sat back on his heels giving his mate a once over and whispered, “Beautiful…” right before he rolled him over to his stomach.
“What…Adam!” Kris yelled as Adam positioned him.
He popped Kris on the ass once, spread his cheeks and licked over his hole.
“Fuck!” Kris screamed and tried to squirm away.
Adam pulled him back, “Oh no you don’t, mate.” He smacked Kris’ ass again, “Be still and let me have you.” He dove in then, licking, kissing and loosening up Kris’ tight opening for him. He loved the loud moans coming from his mate and wanted more of them. He licked around Kris’ hole, stiffened up his tongue and pushed it in.
“Fuckfuckfuck…Adam, shit…” Kris babbled.
Adam loved hearing his mate fall apart like that and fucked him with his tongue harder and harder still, bringing up one hand and sliding in a finger.
“Yes, oh god, yes more harder…”
Adam added another finger and then a third, still licking around Kris’ opening as he fucked him with his fingers, everything wet with spit.
“Gonna fuck you, mate, gonna make you mine.” Adam panted, his dick hard and leaking. He worked Kris for about another minute and then couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Kris back up to his hands and knees roughly, no doubt leaving bruises on his hips and sank his length deep into Kris’ ass.
“FUCK!” Kris yelled as he quivered beneath him, panting and breathless.
Adam held himself still, waiting until Kris adjusted to his length as his mate shook beneath him. He let out a moan as Kris pushed back against him. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in quickly, buried to the hilt. He did it again, again, again; not even realizing that he was chanting “My mate,” over and over as he did so.
~~~~
Kris was coming undone as Adam pounded into him over and over. His cock was rock hard and he wanted to touch himself but with the way Adam was fucking him, he couldn’t risk using a hand on himself. Besides the pleasure/pain of having his cock slap into his stomach as Adam fucked him into the ground was almost enough, but not quite. God damn but the man was a god, fucking him like this. And then Adam pegged that sensitive spot inside him and he yelled out.
“Adam! Fuck yes, there, right there! Hard! Fuck fuck fuck….”
He was losing his mind. Adam draped over his back, reached around him and grasped his cock hard at the same time he sank his teeth into Kris’s shoulder.
Kris keened and babbled as he totally lost it, fucking back into Adam like a whore. He didn’t care, didn’t think, he only wanted and when he felt Adam’s teeth sink into his flesh, his orgasm gripped him in a tight vice and he screamed out Adam’s name as his come erupted all over the bedroll beneath him.
It was then that he realized what Adam had been repeating...My mate…
His arms gave out and he went down with a grunt, Adam falling with him, in the throes of his own climax, knocking what little breath he had left out of him and he gasp. He wiggled around as he felt Adam licking at the bite mark on his shoulder.
“Off…Adam…can’t…breathe…” He grunted out.
Adam rolled off him and pulled him back against his chest and held him there tightly. “Sleep, mate. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Kris grunted and let the bliss he felt lull him to sleep.
~~~~
Kris wiggled around as he felt something hot up against him and he couldn’t move. When felt his cock being stroked, he tried to jerk away but still couldn’t get loose.
I must be dreaming, he thought and then he remembered the night before and jerked fully awake.
“Shhh…be still and let me have you again, mate. I need…” Adam whispered from behind him.
That voice instantly relaxed Kris and he let Adam have his way with him, losing himself in the feel of being loved.
Much later found him down at the creek washing off the proof of Adam’s passion, who sat on the bank drying and watching him with those glowing blue eyes. It unnerved him a little; the intensity of the gaze Adam looked at him with, so he struck up a conversation.
“Where’s the wolf?”
Adam snorted, “He’s right here.”
Kris looked around, confused; but shrugged and steeled himself to ask something he really wanted to know. “Why did you keep calling me your mate?”
“Because you are.”
Kris turned and looked at the beautiful man lying in the sun, his dark hair still damp from his own washing, naked and cock getting hard while Kris looked at him. Adam’s blue eyes glowed, almost, unnaturally in the mid-morning light. “What do you mean, because I am?”
Adam sighed and sat up. “There’s something you need to know Kris…”
Kris rolled his eyes as he turned his back to Adam. Here it comes, the ‘I’m not looking for anything permanent’ speech.
“…I am the wolf.”
Kris spun around, “What?”
Adam stood and walked toward him, “I am the wolf.”
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. As far as being told something wild to keep him from getting attached, this was the best one yet. “Listen, Adam, I get it. Men don’t stay with men; you don’t have to make up wild stories to get me to move on. I won’t be clingy.”
And then where Adam had stood, was the large black wolf, blue eyes staring at him.
“God damn it!” Kris fell back into the creek from shock. “What the hell!”
Adam stood naked before him again, the wolf gone, and held out his hand.
Kris was shaking but he put his hand in Adam’s and allowed himself to be pulled up.
“I’m not making up stories to get you to move along, Kris. I said you were my mate, because you are.” Adam pulled him close and held him tight against that strong chest. “And wolves mate for life.”
He should be scared. He should be running for his rifle. He should be trying to get away from this, this…man. But he didn’t do any of those things; instead he stood on his toes and kissed Adam sweetly, softly.
“So, the natives really did kill your pack?”
Adam nodded.
“Huh…” Kris pushed Adam back and headed toward his clothes, pulling them on once he reached them and headed back toward their make-shift camp.
Adam watched him go as he pulled on his own clothes. When he got back to the camp, Kris was packing up. “Where are you going?”
Kris grunted, “Can’t stay here…”
Adam blinked. “I don’t understand.” He’s leaving, he can’t accept me.
Kris turned away from Katy and strode with purpose to Adam, pulled him down and kissed him hard. “I was headed toward Jackson. I hear the mountains there are really something and the land is wide open in the valley beneath them, a river snaking right through the middle of it. Seems as good a place as any to start a new pack.”
Adam’s eyes widen as he realized what Kris was saying, “You mean…”
Kris smiled, “It would seem that wolves aren’t the only ones that mate for life.”
Adam kissed him until he couldn’t breathe as his eyes glowed bluer than the mid-day sky.
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Type: AU/Western/Paranormal
Author: wizardesslyn
Proof Reader: ironsan369
Rating: Hard R to NC-17 (for language, intense content and sexual situations)
Disclaimer: This is fiction, written for entertainment. I really think 'fiction' covers it. No disrespect intended.
Word Count: ~4750
Summary: Kris is a loner, riding through the West and headed toward Wyoming when he comes upon a burned out cabin, a shed full of burned 'dogs' and a wounded wolf with blue eyes. And then a mysterious naked man shows up that's too handsome for Kris' own good.
A/N: First of all, Molly, forgive me for keeping this from you, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wanted it to be a total surprise and I hope you like it. I've had to bite my perverbial tongue for a week now and it's killed me...just killed me! Last year, I had you beta anyway and just didn't tell you what it was for but this year, I wanted to spring it on you out of the blue. I hope you don't mind. Do you know how hard it was to keep this shit quiet? LOL....
To my sis...thanks for proof-reading this one for me. I know how much you don't like the smex...so thank you!
To my readers...I haven't forgotten you all...and I promise to finish up my ATL series soon. I miss posting for you all. I'll be back soon!
Kris was weary down to his very bones. He had been in the saddle all day, up since daylight struck, and he was damn hungry. He saw the smoke before he saw what was burning. At the top of the next rise, he looked down into the valley and saw the smoldering remains of a cabin. The small out building was still smoking, but it looked like the fire had burned out. He sat there, pondering, should he ride down and see if there was anyone alive or not? Could be Indians that set it and it could be that they were still around.
Leaning forward in the saddle, he rubbed the mares neck, “What’cha think Katy, girl? Should we go check or should we ride on?” The palomino snorted at him. “Yeah, I know you’re right, let’s go make sure no one needs our help.”
He found the trail to the bottom of the ridge and made his way slowly down. He wasn’t the only one that was tired, his girl was too. A man without a horse this far up in the mountains was a dead man, unless you were native, and Kris wasn’t.
The closer they got to the burned out structures, the more jumpy Katy got. It was like something was spookin’ her. Kris had a hard time keeping her on track; it was as if she wanted to walk a wide berth around the place.
“Ho’now girl. This was partly your idea, what’s flustered you up so?” Kris tugged on the reins tighter to put the mare back on the path. She snorted and blew, but complied when he gave her a hard nudge with both heels.
He rode slow into the yard, keeping a lookout, for what, he wasn’t sure. But something sure didn’t feel right about this place. Stepping down from his horse, he pulled his rifle out of the saddle scabbard and made sure it was loaded before leaving Katy tied to the water pump. He wrinkled up his nose at the smell some kind of burnt flesh. He checked the house, but if anyone had been in there, they were long dead now. He headed toward the small outbuilding and the scent of burnt flesh got stronger. Looking through the burned out side, it appeared that there were burned animals, appeared to be dogs.
“Fuck.” Kris stumbled back, taking off his hat and slapping it against his thigh. Jamming his hat back on his head, he decided to get the hell out of there. He walked back over to the mare, put his foot in the stirrup and as he was lifting himself up on Katy’s back, he heard a sound from behind the smaller building. Rifle still in hand, he stepped back down and made his way to the back side to see what the noise was. It sounded like a high pitched keening and it almost sounded human, almost. It made the hair on the back of Kris’ neck stand on end.
As he turned the corner, he saw another dog lying there, it’s back legs burnt and what looked like some kind of wound near its chest. The closer he got, though, he realized that it wasn’t a dog at all, it was a wolf; a large black wolf. The sound he had heard was a very high pitch whine coming from the large animal. He squatted down next to it and saw that it was hurt beyond what little knowledge he had to fix. His compassion took over and he decided the safest thing to do would be to put the animal down. He stood and placed the barrel end of his Winchester to the animals head. Just as he was ready to pull the trigger and put the wolf out of its misery, it opened its eyes and his breath caught. They were seemingly human and blue; a blue that was very striking against all that black fur. He propped the rifle on his shoulder, “Now what the hell am I going to do with you?”
Shaking his head, he went over to his mare and took his bed roll off the back of the saddle and made a pallet on the ground. Going back around the building, he picked up the wolf, which growled at him, but otherwise, stayed still as he carried it to the pallet.
“Damn, you’re heavy,” he told the wolf as he lay it down.
Katy didn’t like being that close to the animal; she was skittish and Kris could understand that. A pack of wolves could take down a horse and kill it easily. He staked her out twenty feet away and started to build a fire. Right before he struck the match, the wolf grabbed his hand in its teeth.
“Fuck!” Kris yelled and tried to pull away but the wolf wouldn’t let go. It held him tighter but didn’t break the skin. “Let me go boy.” He said with a shaky voice. The wolf looked at him like it understood him and let him go, giving his hand a lick as it did so. Kris scooted away from the animal quickly but the wolf just lay back down and whimpered.
He’s afraid of the fire…Kris thought. “Hey, fella, I’m not going to hurt you with the fire. I’m just gonna build it to keep us warm, that’s all. Alright?” Some may think it odd for him to talk to the wolf like that, but you talk to what’s around when you go for weeks at a time and see no other human being except maybe a far away Indian who probably doesn’t speak your language anyway. “So, don’t bite me again, okay? I’m just gonna light the fire.” Not that the bite had broken the skin, but still, shit was scary big as the wolf was.
He lit the fire, casting a hesitant look at the wolf that appeared to be sleeping. He went to his saddle bags, he had lain down close to the pallet and pulled out some jerky, taking a bite, leaning back against the tree behind him and chewing slowly. He heard the wolf whimper and threw a piece over to him. “It’s not every day a man finds a half dead wolf. I should ‘a shot you, you know. You’ll never heal up and I don’t have the skills to help you boy.”
The wolf swallowed the jerky whole, gave him a hard stare and a low bark before he lay back down and appeared to go to sleep.
Kris laughed; a short, sharp sound. “Damn thing’s trying to argue with me.” He lowered his hat so the fire wouldn’t be in his eyes and he could still see out beyond it. It was one of the first things he learned when he came west, never stare into the fire, it messes with your vision and you could get killed quick and in a hurry like that.
He drifted off to sleep thinking of the very human, very blue eyes of the wounded wolf.
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Adam stood looking down at the man. He was shorter than him, by about six inches. He was good looking in a hard kind of way, with the lines around his eyes and mouth. And that mouth, the things he could see that mouth doing. He ran a hand through his black hair and wished for some clothes, his had all more than likely been burned in the fire. Damned superstitious Indians. He had told them, they meant no harm and now his pack lay dead in the make shift barn. He thought, and not for the first time since the man had found him, he should have just let the guy kill him. His need to live was stronger, however, than his need to die. So here he was, naked, just healed and looking down at a human he didn’t know what to do with.
He could have bitten him yesterday but he didn’t. He wouldn’t have been alone then, but he had always believed that a man should have a choice, so he couldn’t take that from the cowboy, no matter how much he wanted him. He squatted down and took a deep sniff close to the man’s neck.
Mate, his nose told him. But did the cowboy like men? Would he try to kill him once he realized what he was? Time would tell.
He lay back down on the pallet, turned back into his wolf form and waited for the human to wake up.
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Kris woke with a pain shooting down his neck from sleeping against the tree. He took his hat off and put it on the ground beside him, running his hands over his face. He looked over to where he had left the wolf sleeping and…it wasn’t there!
“What the fuck?” He jumped up, his back protesting and stopped in his tracks when he saw a naked man washing up at the water pump. He went to pull his pistol and found it wasn’t there.
“I took it while you were sleeping. I hid it. I didn’t want you to shoot me when you woke up and saw me.”
The man stood and Kris got his first good look at him. He looked…young but older at the same time; it was something about his eyes. His hair was a dark black, the color of some of the Natives he’d been around. But his eyes, they weren’t the dark native color, no, they were blue, blue like that wolf’s eyes and his skin was…freckled? He jerked his eyes back up when he saw the man’s cock. Damn… “Who the fuck are you?” He said it harshly and hoped this wasn’t the crazy man who had lit the house and shed on fire since he didn’t know where his pistol was and his rifle was beside the pallet where the wolf had been. Which made Kris wonder, “Have you seen my wolf? You didn’t hurt him did you?”
The look on the man’s face was so startled, so shocked, that Kris couldn’t understand it. “You’re worried about the wolf?”
Kris shrugged, “Well, yeah. You didn’t hurt him did you?”
The man’s eyes sparkled and it looked like he was trying to keep from smiling. “Let me get this straight, you’re in the middle of the nowhere west, with a naked man you don’t know and you’re worried about some wolf?”
Kris narrowed his eyes and reached behind him to pull out his hunting knife his brother had given to him when he left home, twirling it around in his hand while he eyed the man. “Yeah, so?”
The man started laughing. He laughed so hard that Kris considered that this man was probably touched, as the old folk back home used to say, ‘He’s touched.’ “You crazy or something?”
“No. That knife silver?”
Kris blinked. “What? Hell no! This here’s an Arkansas toothpick.”
The man shook his head and walked proudly toward Kris, not seeming to mind at all that he was naked. Kris held his breath but was surprised when the man held out his hand. “Name’s Adam. Nice to meet you, keeper of wolves.” He had a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.
Kris shook his hand. “I’m Kris. What’d you do with my pistol?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s over by your saddlebags,” he pointed.
Kris walked over and sure enough, there lay his pistol and his rifle. He turned back toward Adam, “Where’s your clothes?”
Adam snorted, “If I’m lucky, I might have something left in a trunk in that shell of a cabin but more than likely, they’re all burned up.”
Kris’ eyes widened, “This your place?”
Adam nodded, “What’s left of it.”
“What the hell happened here? And why are all those dogs burnt up like that?” He pointed to the shed.
A look of anger crossed Adam’s face and then sadness. “They weren’t dogs, they were wolves and the one you found is the only one left.”
“Where’d he go?”
Adam looked at him with piercing blue eyes, “He’s mate hunting most likely.” Adam sighed, “As for what happened here, Indians. They didn’t like my pack.”
“Your pack?”
Adam nodded, “Those wolves were the only family I had and now they’re gone.” He walked toward the burnt out cabin. “I’m gonna see if I can find something to put on and then,” Adam turned to look at him, “will you help me bury them?”
“The wolves?”
“Yeah.”
Kris thought about it for a minute. He understood how close you become to an animal when it’s just you and them and no one else for long periods of time. He loved Katy dearly and talked to her like she was a girl, because they depended on each other. “Yeah, I’ll help you bury them. But find some fucking clothes first. You’re cock hanging out is distracting.” He had mumbled the last sentence but his eyes widened when Adam stopped on his way to the burnt house and turned around with a smile on his face.
“Really?”
His face heated up and he knew he must be beet red. “Just put on something, will ya? You can’t wear my clothes, you’re too big.” His face got even redder when he thought about how that could be taken.
Adam just laughed and continued back toward what had been his home.
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Kris fed Katy some of her grain and tethered her out to graze. He would have let her roam on her own, but what with Indians about and her being skittish of the wolf, he thought it best to tie her. She blew at him as he rubbed her nose.
“What do you think of him girl? Is he crazy?”
The palomino snorted at him and shook her large head.
“Yeah well, time will tell, won’t it?”
Katy started and Kris turned to see Adam with a pair of scorched buckskin pants on that left nothing to the imagination and a loose cotton shirt. His mouth fell open, this was almost worse than the man being naked.
“You always talk to your horse like that?”
“She’s my girl.”
Adam looked out toward the horizon at the distant mountains. “Got another girl waiting for you somewhere?”
“Nope.”
Adam turned to look at him and laughed when Katy danced away to the end of her tether, giving him the wild eye. “Why not?”
Kris’ face turned red again as he shrugged and took his turn looking toward the valley, “Never cared for girls much.”
“What about boys?” Adam pressed.
“Them neither, like mine older.” Kris was beet red and still not looking at him.
“Older?” Adam took a step forward.
“Yeah, not interested in boys, prefer a man, full grown, who knows his own mind and don’t care that I know mine.” Kris turned and looked into Adam’s eyes then, their deep brown lit from within as he stared into Adam’s blue ones. “What ‘bout you?”
Adam’s face lit up with a bright smile that would have put the sun shining on a river to shame. “I’m queer as a white Indian baby.”
Kris laughed then, he couldn’t help it. “Well, now that’s out of the way, you wanna tell me what happened?”
They sat down and Adam started talking, leaving out the most important part, the part where he was more wolf than man.
Kris sat stunned once Adam finished his tale. “So, they thought your wolves were, bad?”
“Something like that. Guess they didn’t see them as natural.”
“So where’s the big black one, mate huntin’ you said? Will he be back?”
Adam smiled at him, “I don’t think he’s gone too far. Don’t you worry about him, he’s around.”
Kris closed one eye to keep the sun out of it and studied Adam with the other. “Alright. Let’s go bury your pack.”
Adam nodded and they got to work.
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Kris washed off in the creek. It was still warm, even though it was headed toward evening. He was tired, dirty and hungry. He needed to go hunting. Jerky was getting old and he wanted some fresh meat. He didn’t know where Adam had gotten to once they had all the wolves buried. All he had said was he needed to be alone. Kris could understand that. He stood and stretched out in the late evening sun, letting it warm his naked body and dry the cool water. When he opened his eyes, the wolf was there staring down at him. For a moment, he thought the damn thing was grinning at him.
“Where the hell have you been?” He ruffled the fur on the wolf’s neck. “I was worried about you. Did you find you a mate? Adam said you went looking for one.” He looked around but didn’t see any other wolf lurking. “No such luck, huh boy? They are hard to come by; mates are, even for wolves it seems.”
The wolf licked him across his mouth.
“Gah, stop already!” Kris shouted as he grabbed the wolf to push him back but found himself rolling in the grass and playing with the beast instead. “Damn it, stop, Wolf! I’m naked!” He laughed at himself, “Like the damn wolf gives a shit.” The wolf rolled him over and pinned him down with his large paws on his shoulders and licked him across the mouth again and then bounded away. “Fucker!” He yelled as he sat up to see what the wolf was sniffing.
“You took down an antelope by yourself? Holy shit Wolf, you’re gonna be handy to have around. No wonder Adam kept a whole pack of you.”
The wolf sat up, threw his head back and howled.
Kris noticed that the wolf’s leg was healed and the fur had grown back. The wound was gone from his side near his chest as well. “Come here boy. Come on Wolf.” He held out his hand and the animal trotted over and sat down and let Kris run his hands all over. “What the hell?” Kris couldn’t find anything wrong with the animal; there wasn’t a wound on him.
He sat back on the balls of his feet, “Huh, that makes no sense boy. None a ’tall.”
It appeared that the wolf rolled his eyes and then trotted back over to the small antelope and gave a small bark.
Kris shook his head, smiling at the wolf and put his clothes on. “Alright boy, let me cut some of this up for me and Adam and then you can have the rest.” He scruffed the wolf’s head as he pulled out his knife to skin the antelope and cut up some meat.
The wolf set across from him licked his chops.
Kris threw him choice bits as he skinned the hide off.
The wolf’s blue eyes never left Kris’s face.
Three hours later found the meat roasting over the fire and Kris washing his hands after scraping the hide down of the prey the wolf had killed. They may need it for something and he had learned not to waste a damn thing out here.
It was full dark, with a big moon coming up over the ridge. Kris was beginning to worry about Adam, who still hadn’t come back since they had buried the wolves earlier in the day. “Where do you think
Adam is, Wolf? Should we go looking for him?”
In answer, the animal plopped down beside him, put its head in his lap and sniffed at his crotch.
Kris just petted the wolf’s head and snickered. “Animals.” He curled up next to the fire on his bed roll and fell asleep, the wolf still resting partly on top of him.
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Adam couldn’t resist shifting and lying naked next to his mate. He wanted him; he wanted Kris like he had never wanted another. He knew that it wouldn’t be fair to take him when Kris didn’t fully understand what he was but he simply wanted. So once Kris was asleep, he shifted and held the man tight to him, breathing in his scent and lusting. Kris stirred in his sleep and rolled over facing him and Adam couldn’t stop; he pressed his lips to Kris’ and moaned as Kris’s flavor hit his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he was on top of the cowboy, rutting into him.
Brown eyes popped open and he smiled down into them and kissed Kris again. He watched Kris’ eyes widen and then smiled against his mate’s lips as Kris gave in and started kissing him back. There was no way around it now, he had to take him, claim him and make Kris his. He broke the kiss and sat up giving his mate a smoldering look as he took off Kris’ boots and socks. Kris must have warmed to the idea because he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He stripped Kris of his pants and tossed them. He sat back on his heels giving his mate a once over and whispered, “Beautiful…” right before he rolled him over to his stomach.
“What…Adam!” Kris yelled as Adam positioned him.
He popped Kris on the ass once, spread his cheeks and licked over his hole.
“Fuck!” Kris screamed and tried to squirm away.
Adam pulled him back, “Oh no you don’t, mate.” He smacked Kris’ ass again, “Be still and let me have you.” He dove in then, licking, kissing and loosening up Kris’ tight opening for him. He loved the loud moans coming from his mate and wanted more of them. He licked around Kris’ hole, stiffened up his tongue and pushed it in.
“Fuckfuckfuck…Adam, shit…” Kris babbled.
Adam loved hearing his mate fall apart like that and fucked him with his tongue harder and harder still, bringing up one hand and sliding in a finger.
“Yes, oh god, yes more harder…”
Adam added another finger and then a third, still licking around Kris’ opening as he fucked him with his fingers, everything wet with spit.
“Gonna fuck you, mate, gonna make you mine.” Adam panted, his dick hard and leaking. He worked Kris for about another minute and then couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Kris back up to his hands and knees roughly, no doubt leaving bruises on his hips and sank his length deep into Kris’ ass.
“FUCK!” Kris yelled as he quivered beneath him, panting and breathless.
Adam held himself still, waiting until Kris adjusted to his length as his mate shook beneath him. He let out a moan as Kris pushed back against him. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in quickly, buried to the hilt. He did it again, again, again; not even realizing that he was chanting “My mate,” over and over as he did so.
~~~~
Kris was coming undone as Adam pounded into him over and over. His cock was rock hard and he wanted to touch himself but with the way Adam was fucking him, he couldn’t risk using a hand on himself. Besides the pleasure/pain of having his cock slap into his stomach as Adam fucked him into the ground was almost enough, but not quite. God damn but the man was a god, fucking him like this. And then Adam pegged that sensitive spot inside him and he yelled out.
“Adam! Fuck yes, there, right there! Hard! Fuck fuck fuck….”
He was losing his mind. Adam draped over his back, reached around him and grasped his cock hard at the same time he sank his teeth into Kris’s shoulder.
Kris keened and babbled as he totally lost it, fucking back into Adam like a whore. He didn’t care, didn’t think, he only wanted and when he felt Adam’s teeth sink into his flesh, his orgasm gripped him in a tight vice and he screamed out Adam’s name as his come erupted all over the bedroll beneath him.
It was then that he realized what Adam had been repeating...My mate…
His arms gave out and he went down with a grunt, Adam falling with him, in the throes of his own climax, knocking what little breath he had left out of him and he gasp. He wiggled around as he felt Adam licking at the bite mark on his shoulder.
“Off…Adam…can’t…breathe…” He grunted out.
Adam rolled off him and pulled him back against his chest and held him there tightly. “Sleep, mate. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Kris grunted and let the bliss he felt lull him to sleep.
~~~~
Kris wiggled around as he felt something hot up against him and he couldn’t move. When felt his cock being stroked, he tried to jerk away but still couldn’t get loose.
I must be dreaming, he thought and then he remembered the night before and jerked fully awake.
“Shhh…be still and let me have you again, mate. I need…” Adam whispered from behind him.
That voice instantly relaxed Kris and he let Adam have his way with him, losing himself in the feel of being loved.
Much later found him down at the creek washing off the proof of Adam’s passion, who sat on the bank drying and watching him with those glowing blue eyes. It unnerved him a little; the intensity of the gaze Adam looked at him with, so he struck up a conversation.
“Where’s the wolf?”
Adam snorted, “He’s right here.”
Kris looked around, confused; but shrugged and steeled himself to ask something he really wanted to know. “Why did you keep calling me your mate?”
“Because you are.”
Kris turned and looked at the beautiful man lying in the sun, his dark hair still damp from his own washing, naked and cock getting hard while Kris looked at him. Adam’s blue eyes glowed, almost, unnaturally in the mid-morning light. “What do you mean, because I am?”
Adam sighed and sat up. “There’s something you need to know Kris…”
Kris rolled his eyes as he turned his back to Adam. Here it comes, the ‘I’m not looking for anything permanent’ speech.
“…I am the wolf.”
Kris spun around, “What?”
Adam stood and walked toward him, “I am the wolf.”
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. As far as being told something wild to keep him from getting attached, this was the best one yet. “Listen, Adam, I get it. Men don’t stay with men; you don’t have to make up wild stories to get me to move on. I won’t be clingy.”
And then where Adam had stood, was the large black wolf, blue eyes staring at him.
“God damn it!” Kris fell back into the creek from shock. “What the hell!”
Adam stood naked before him again, the wolf gone, and held out his hand.
Kris was shaking but he put his hand in Adam’s and allowed himself to be pulled up.
“I’m not making up stories to get you to move along, Kris. I said you were my mate, because you are.” Adam pulled him close and held him tight against that strong chest. “And wolves mate for life.”
He should be scared. He should be running for his rifle. He should be trying to get away from this, this…man. But he didn’t do any of those things; instead he stood on his toes and kissed Adam sweetly, softly.
“So, the natives really did kill your pack?”
Adam nodded.
“Huh…” Kris pushed Adam back and headed toward his clothes, pulling them on once he reached them and headed back toward their make-shift camp.
Adam watched him go as he pulled on his own clothes. When he got back to the camp, Kris was packing up. “Where are you going?”
Kris grunted, “Can’t stay here…”
Adam blinked. “I don’t understand.” He’s leaving, he can’t accept me.
Kris turned away from Katy and strode with purpose to Adam, pulled him down and kissed him hard. “I was headed toward Jackson. I hear the mountains there are really something and the land is wide open in the valley beneath them, a river snaking right through the middle of it. Seems as good a place as any to start a new pack.”
Adam’s eyes widen as he realized what Kris was saying, “You mean…”
Kris smiled, “It would seem that wolves aren’t the only ones that mate for life.”
Adam kissed him until he couldn’t breathe as his eyes glowed bluer than the mid-day sky.