new pinto fic
Story Title: Of Wolves And Humans -Part 1
Story Type: Slash
Characters: Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine
Pairings: Pinto
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009 RPS
Series: Lone Wolf 'verse: Every Breath - Prologue
Disclaimer: Um, not mine. Ever. It's a shame, ainna?
Warnings: Slash, language, AU
A/N: Enjoy, peeps.
Part of the problem, Zach mused as he jogged down the street, was that his parents had been mated.
Happily mated and probably obnoxious with it, too; but Zach couldn't remember anything about his father, at all, and it was never his mother's favorite subject. If pressed, she would tell him and Joe that they had been happy -which was the truth; Zach's nose had always been good, even as a kid, and he had been able to sniff out a lie ever since he was two and his mom had tried to tell him there were no more cookies- but she always changed the subject right after.
It wasn't until he was twelve that Zach realized why: she wasn't happy now. Not ever, no matter what else was going on; not even her sons were enough to bring a smile to her face. For all that she was human, she had felt the mating bond as deeply as her husband had and once he was gone, it was like there was no more sunlight in her life.
By the time he was fourteen, Zach had gotten over being resentful about the fact that he wasn't enough to make his mother want to live again and had moved on to being leery of the whole mating thing -even though he was barely dating yet, Zach knew enough to know how a mating bond worked. And since he had always been independent, he really wasn't sold on the idea of being tied to someone forever -beyond death even, which was as forever as you could get.
He might have eventually changed his mind about it, but then the other part of the problem had happened: his brother, Joe, had mated when he was only seventeen. To a girl he had run into at a football game. And, so, at the tender age of fifteen, Zach had a first row seat to see what happened when you ended up mated to someone who hated your guts.
He watched his brother chase after someone who didn't want to want him, who was terrified of him, who was convinced he was a monster. He watched his brother pine, day after day, unable to want another woman, unable to even look at another woman. He watched as his brother chased her across the country to California, unable to be away from her for more then a day or two before getting even more withdrawn and depressed.
For Zach, mating had always only meant two things: either you were co-dependently happy for a few years and miserable for the rest of your life or you were stuck tied to someone who hated you enough to shot at you with a shotgun. He would rather spend his life alone, thank you.
He had never found anything to make him change his mind. And, Zach thought as he headed toward his house, it didn't look look like he was ever going to, either.