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Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17 (future)
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
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Thanks so much for all the reviews, you guys do like it. =] And I feel like I should warn you about all the sex that's gonna be in this fic, but who complains about that? It's just that the werewolves I like are those lust-filled, sex-hungry beasts. You know, the ones perfect for pornos...ahh.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 02
Matt laid down on his back, stretching out, and next to him, Valary gave a sigh, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body. She slid an arm over Matt's sweaty chest, moving closer to him, and resting her head on his shoulder. The two were silent as they breathed deeply, and after what could have been anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour, she took a breath -- one of those breaths were you knew someone was about to say something, and Matt forced himself not to fall asleep.
"That Marta's getting really nosy." she said. "I think she's onto me."
Matt absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. "Do you want to stop following them?" he asked.
"I was thinking about it." she said, softly pressing her lips to his collarbone. "It's hard for an Aconite to fit in with a group of hunters."
Matt said it before he could stop himself. "Jimmy wouldn't complain."
Valary's mouth formed a small "o", and she was silent for a moment. She sat up sharply, clutching the sheet to her chest.
"Fine." she said, eyes flashing angrily. "Have your precious Jimmy do it then; I'm not getting myself killed for you."
Matt sighed as she leaned over the side of the bed, retrieving her tank top from the hardwood floor. He reached over and lightly grabbed her by the crook of the elbow.
"Val," he said, "Babe, please --"
She snatched her arm back. "Space, Matt." she said through bared teeth. "Obviously, you need that from me."
He rolled his eyes, and she got out of the bed, pulling her skirt up .He caught a glimpse of the scar on the back of her thigh, right under one of her buttocks -- it was where he'd bitten her to change her. Like Jimmy, she was a half-blood; everyone else in the Aconites were pure -- they were born into werewolf families.
"Valary." he said, sitting up, as she headed for the door.
She ignored him, and made sure to slam the door when she left. Matt gave another sigh, and let himself fall back down to the mattress. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing Val from his mind. Lycanthrope women were fussy, but most of the time they'd lighten up within minutes.
There was a sudden knock at his door, and it opened shortly afterwards. Jimmy was only dressed in his low, hip-hugging black pants, and his face was flushed. A bitemark was bruising on his ribcage, a sensual bitemark. Brian was out, so he'd probably just come from Zack's room.
"Val said you had something for me to do." he said.
Matt rubbed his temple and shook his head. "No," he said. "She's just being....Val."
Jimmy nodded, and he put one of his arms across his mid-section, grabbing his own elbow and looking slightly childish.
"Yeah," he replied, he raised an eyebrow. "She's probably screwing Zack right now, he practically pounced on her when I left."
Matt smirked, knowing where this awkwardness with Jimmy was going. "Come here." he said.
Jimmy shut the door, and walked quickly to the bed, climbing over Matt and straddling the larger man's hips. Matt ran his hands up Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs tracing lightly over the insides, running close to the taller man's crotch. Jimmy studied Matt for a moment.
"You didn't take a dose today." he said.
Matt gave a sigh; werewolves could go a few days without the wolfsbane, he thought that it could be up to four days, but he wasn't sure, he'd never tried.
"Did you?" he asked, realizing he hadn't helped Jimmy out.
The taller man nodded. "Brian gave it to me." he said. His brow furrowed. "You're really starting to look haggard."
Matt smirked, but instead of saying anything, be put his hand on the back of Jimmy's head, and pulled the taller man down, bringing their lips to meet. He pushed his tongue into Jimmy's mouth, and rolled it against Jimmy's, his hands moving back to rest on Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs now moving in small circles over the other man's growing erection. His own cock had slowly started to harden, even if he'd just gotten done having sex with Valary, and Jimmy shifted around on top of him.
Matt popped the button of Jimmy's pants, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Jimmy offered a small, yet seductive grin and he leaned backwards slightly, pushing his hips forward. Matt tried to ignore the friction between them, Jimmy's denim clad groin against his bare one, though his cock had already started throbbing. As if able to read the larger man's mind, Jimmy moved around, helping to get his pants off -- he returned to straddling the older man's hips.
He leaned down and kissed Matt roughly, biting softly at his bottom lip, and Matt took a firm grip of Jimmy's hips, before rolling them over. He was between Jimmy's legs instantly, and he moved his lips down the taller man's neck, running his tongue over the pale skin. One of his calloused hands moved up the younger man's side, his nails scratching lightly, and it came to a stop at the side of Jimmy's head. He twisted his fingers into the taller man's shaggy hair and pulled slightly, getting Jimmy's head to rear back, neck bared. Matt attacked it with his lips, an assault of hot kisses and rough nibbles.
Jimmy let out a husky breath, his chest rising and falling sharply, and Matt's mouth moved further down. He traced his tongue around one of the taller man's nipples, before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Jimmy let out a small noise, and the older man reached up with one hand to give attention to Jimmy's other nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and teasing it. Matt would've moved further down, but he was done with foreplay.
He sat back slightly, grabbing Jimmy's legs and spreading them as he pulled himself more between them. He held one of his hands out, and quickly spit into it, before coating his large cock in his make-shift lubricant. He was lined up within seconds, and he pushed his hips forward quickly.
Jimmy's back arched immediately, a groan rising from his throat. Matt let out a noise himself, burying his dick completely inside of the younger man, before he started to pull out. His second thrust was just as harsh, if not harsher, and he let out a grunt at the effort, his noise drowning out Jimmy's.
The younger man's hands clawed at Matt's muscular back, and his nails lacerated the skin slightly. Matt pulled out again, and he angled his next thrust, aiming for Jimmy's spot, and sure enough, as he sharply threw his hips forward, cock sliding easily with the aid of his saliva and Jimmy's spit, the younger man let out a throaty moan that let Matt know that the walls of pleasure had been breached.
Matt grabbed Jimmy's hips, lifting them and propping them up for easier access, and he started to thrust into the younger man quickly, keeping a rough pace. All thoughts had been strewn aside like Jimmy's pants, and the only thing either of them cared about was pleasure. Immense and powerful pleasure.
Jimmy's hand moved swiftly over his own dick, as Matt's cock continued to slide mercilessly in and out of him. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the darkness of the room were the bed's thumps against the wall, and the animalistic grunts that came from both men, primal sounds that would shame them if they were thinking consciously; sounds that would've reminded them of their abnormality.
~x~
Johnny locked the door of his apartment, pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder and quickly leaving the building. He'd woken up late, and at the time it took for him to get to school, he might as well had not planned on going to first period. As he stepped outside of the building, he zipped up his hoodie, before pulling a cigarette out -- his first, but definitely not only, morning smoke.
As he neared a corner, he braced himself. It was a club that was popular among some of the werewolf gangs, and though it was morning, there'd still be a few of them hanging out, soaking up the last minutes of darkness -- being that the sun wouldn't rise for at least a half hour. And because Johnny had never learned to keep his mouth shut, he almost always got into heated arguments with whomever decided to make a comment directed at him.
There were only three people standing there this morning. The first guy was tall, lanky -- and his hair was dark and shaggy. The second was a buff guy, longish hair flaring out from underneath a stylish fedora. And the third was a real mean looking one with face piercings, snakebites and a septum horseshoe. They just had that werewolf aura around them.
The one with the fedora nodded at Johnny, and the kid pretended not to notice, but he did hear the quiet comment: "...hanging out with that hunter."
Brandan was most definitely 'that hunter'. Piercings looked at Johnny, and he grinned, a cat-like smirk that contrasted what he really was.
"Well it looks like we've got ourselves a little hunter in training, then -- yeah?" he threw a glance at Fedora, who laughed -- typical bully.
Before Johnny could stop himself, a curse directed at Piercings slid from his lips, and Piercings narrowed his eyes, before his arms shot out and he grabbed the front of Johnny's jacket.
"What was that?" he asked with a sneer.
"Zack."
Both of them stopped, and everyone glanced around the corner to where Johnny recognized the stranger he'd bumped into before. He looked like he hadn't got any sleep, the bags under his eyes clear evidence of that. Piercings -- who was obviously the one called Zack, let Johnny go and he backed up slightly.
"You know him?" he asked.
"Yeah," the good-looking stranger said, "Ran into him yesterday."
Johnny knew that he was just doing it to save his ass, but he still found it humorous that such simple words made it seem like they actually knew each other.
"Was wondering why he had your smell, Shads." the guy with shaggy hair finally spoke up.
Johnny, assuming that since he was wearing the same jacket as the day before, that that was the reason he 'had Matt's smell', inconspicuously started to slip away. But as he was walking away, a thought struck him.
Shads.
Shadows.
Matt.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder, finding the four men engaged in a conversation, and he quickly continued on his way. That was the man Brandan was trying to bring down?
"I'm sorry about that." said a sudden voice.
Johnny stopped and turned, it was Shads. He'd caught up to him with no trouble, and Johnny glanced over his shoulder to find that the other three men had disappeared.
"About what?" the kid asked.
"Them." he answered, "Zack."
Johnny shrugged. "Aren't all werewolves supposed to be arrogant bastards?" he asked.
Matt looked hurt for a split second, but it was replaced by indifference as quickly as it had come. "What's your name?" he asked, changing the subject.
Johnny started to ask, 'What's it to you?', but found himself answering honestly instead. "John." he said.
"I'm --"
"Matt." Johnny interrupted. "I've heard."
The older man looked down at the sidewalk, giving a short nod. He raised his gaze again to meet Johnny's.
"Are you really a hunter in training?" he asked, honest curiosity.
"No." Johnny answered after a moment. "Not old enough."
"Don't start the training." Matt said.
Johnny's brow furrowed, and he felt his anger start to rise for some reason. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked.
Matt gave a sigh. "I'd like for us to get to know one another," he said, starting to back away slowly. "And that can't happen if you're trying to do me in."
Without another word, Matt turned on his heel and walked away. He disappeared into the building that was on the corner, where assumably his 'friends' had gone. Johnny stared at the corner for a long time, registering the fact that a werewolf, a notorious clan leader, wanted to get to know him.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17 (future)
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
00][01
Thanks so much for all the reviews, you guys do like it. =] And I feel like I should warn you about all the sex that's gonna be in this fic, but who complains about that? It's just that the werewolves I like are those lust-filled, sex-hungry beasts. You know, the ones perfect for pornos...ahh.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 02
Matt laid down on his back, stretching out, and next to him, Valary gave a sigh, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body. She slid an arm over Matt's sweaty chest, moving closer to him, and resting her head on his shoulder. The two were silent as they breathed deeply, and after what could have been anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour, she took a breath -- one of those breaths were you knew someone was about to say something, and Matt forced himself not to fall asleep.
"That Marta's getting really nosy." she said. "I think she's onto me."
Matt absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. "Do you want to stop following them?" he asked.
"I was thinking about it." she said, softly pressing her lips to his collarbone. "It's hard for an Aconite to fit in with a group of hunters."
Matt said it before he could stop himself. "Jimmy wouldn't complain."
Valary's mouth formed a small "o", and she was silent for a moment. She sat up sharply, clutching the sheet to her chest.
"Fine." she said, eyes flashing angrily. "Have your precious Jimmy do it then; I'm not getting myself killed for you."
Matt sighed as she leaned over the side of the bed, retrieving her tank top from the hardwood floor. He reached over and lightly grabbed her by the crook of the elbow.
"Val," he said, "Babe, please --"
She snatched her arm back. "Space, Matt." she said through bared teeth. "Obviously, you need that from me."
He rolled his eyes, and she got out of the bed, pulling her skirt up .He caught a glimpse of the scar on the back of her thigh, right under one of her buttocks -- it was where he'd bitten her to change her. Like Jimmy, she was a half-blood; everyone else in the Aconites were pure -- they were born into werewolf families.
"Valary." he said, sitting up, as she headed for the door.
She ignored him, and made sure to slam the door when she left. Matt gave another sigh, and let himself fall back down to the mattress. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing Val from his mind. Lycanthrope women were fussy, but most of the time they'd lighten up within minutes.
There was a sudden knock at his door, and it opened shortly afterwards. Jimmy was only dressed in his low, hip-hugging black pants, and his face was flushed. A bitemark was bruising on his ribcage, a sensual bitemark. Brian was out, so he'd probably just come from Zack's room.
"Val said you had something for me to do." he said.
Matt rubbed his temple and shook his head. "No," he said. "She's just being....Val."
Jimmy nodded, and he put one of his arms across his mid-section, grabbing his own elbow and looking slightly childish.
"Yeah," he replied, he raised an eyebrow. "She's probably screwing Zack right now, he practically pounced on her when I left."
Matt smirked, knowing where this awkwardness with Jimmy was going. "Come here." he said.
Jimmy shut the door, and walked quickly to the bed, climbing over Matt and straddling the larger man's hips. Matt ran his hands up Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs tracing lightly over the insides, running close to the taller man's crotch. Jimmy studied Matt for a moment.
"You didn't take a dose today." he said.
Matt gave a sigh; werewolves could go a few days without the wolfsbane, he thought that it could be up to four days, but he wasn't sure, he'd never tried.
"Did you?" he asked, realizing he hadn't helped Jimmy out.
The taller man nodded. "Brian gave it to me." he said. His brow furrowed. "You're really starting to look haggard."
Matt smirked, but instead of saying anything, be put his hand on the back of Jimmy's head, and pulled the taller man down, bringing their lips to meet. He pushed his tongue into Jimmy's mouth, and rolled it against Jimmy's, his hands moving back to rest on Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs now moving in small circles over the other man's growing erection. His own cock had slowly started to harden, even if he'd just gotten done having sex with Valary, and Jimmy shifted around on top of him.
Matt popped the button of Jimmy's pants, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Jimmy offered a small, yet seductive grin and he leaned backwards slightly, pushing his hips forward. Matt tried to ignore the friction between them, Jimmy's denim clad groin against his bare one, though his cock had already started throbbing. As if able to read the larger man's mind, Jimmy moved around, helping to get his pants off -- he returned to straddling the older man's hips.
He leaned down and kissed Matt roughly, biting softly at his bottom lip, and Matt took a firm grip of Jimmy's hips, before rolling them over. He was between Jimmy's legs instantly, and he moved his lips down the taller man's neck, running his tongue over the pale skin. One of his calloused hands moved up the younger man's side, his nails scratching lightly, and it came to a stop at the side of Jimmy's head. He twisted his fingers into the taller man's shaggy hair and pulled slightly, getting Jimmy's head to rear back, neck bared. Matt attacked it with his lips, an assault of hot kisses and rough nibbles.
Jimmy let out a husky breath, his chest rising and falling sharply, and Matt's mouth moved further down. He traced his tongue around one of the taller man's nipples, before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Jimmy let out a small noise, and the older man reached up with one hand to give attention to Jimmy's other nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and teasing it. Matt would've moved further down, but he was done with foreplay.
He sat back slightly, grabbing Jimmy's legs and spreading them as he pulled himself more between them. He held one of his hands out, and quickly spit into it, before coating his large cock in his make-shift lubricant. He was lined up within seconds, and he pushed his hips forward quickly.
Jimmy's back arched immediately, a groan rising from his throat. Matt let out a noise himself, burying his dick completely inside of the younger man, before he started to pull out. His second thrust was just as harsh, if not harsher, and he let out a grunt at the effort, his noise drowning out Jimmy's.
The younger man's hands clawed at Matt's muscular back, and his nails lacerated the skin slightly. Matt pulled out again, and he angled his next thrust, aiming for Jimmy's spot, and sure enough, as he sharply threw his hips forward, cock sliding easily with the aid of his saliva and Jimmy's spit, the younger man let out a throaty moan that let Matt know that the walls of pleasure had been breached.
Matt grabbed Jimmy's hips, lifting them and propping them up for easier access, and he started to thrust into the younger man quickly, keeping a rough pace. All thoughts had been strewn aside like Jimmy's pants, and the only thing either of them cared about was pleasure. Immense and powerful pleasure.
Jimmy's hand moved swiftly over his own dick, as Matt's cock continued to slide mercilessly in and out of him. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the darkness of the room were the bed's thumps against the wall, and the animalistic grunts that came from both men, primal sounds that would shame them if they were thinking consciously; sounds that would've reminded them of their abnormality.
~x~
Johnny locked the door of his apartment, pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder and quickly leaving the building. He'd woken up late, and at the time it took for him to get to school, he might as well had not planned on going to first period. As he stepped outside of the building, he zipped up his hoodie, before pulling a cigarette out -- his first, but definitely not only, morning smoke.
As he neared a corner, he braced himself. It was a club that was popular among some of the werewolf gangs, and though it was morning, there'd still be a few of them hanging out, soaking up the last minutes of darkness -- being that the sun wouldn't rise for at least a half hour. And because Johnny had never learned to keep his mouth shut, he almost always got into heated arguments with whomever decided to make a comment directed at him.
There were only three people standing there this morning. The first guy was tall, lanky -- and his hair was dark and shaggy. The second was a buff guy, longish hair flaring out from underneath a stylish fedora. And the third was a real mean looking one with face piercings, snakebites and a septum horseshoe. They just had that werewolf aura around them.
The one with the fedora nodded at Johnny, and the kid pretended not to notice, but he did hear the quiet comment: "...hanging out with that hunter."
Brandan was most definitely 'that hunter'. Piercings looked at Johnny, and he grinned, a cat-like smirk that contrasted what he really was.
"Well it looks like we've got ourselves a little hunter in training, then -- yeah?" he threw a glance at Fedora, who laughed -- typical bully.
Before Johnny could stop himself, a curse directed at Piercings slid from his lips, and Piercings narrowed his eyes, before his arms shot out and he grabbed the front of Johnny's jacket.
"What was that?" he asked with a sneer.
"Zack."
Both of them stopped, and everyone glanced around the corner to where Johnny recognized the stranger he'd bumped into before. He looked like he hadn't got any sleep, the bags under his eyes clear evidence of that. Piercings -- who was obviously the one called Zack, let Johnny go and he backed up slightly.
"You know him?" he asked.
"Yeah," the good-looking stranger said, "Ran into him yesterday."
Johnny knew that he was just doing it to save his ass, but he still found it humorous that such simple words made it seem like they actually knew each other.
"Was wondering why he had your smell, Shads." the guy with shaggy hair finally spoke up.
Johnny, assuming that since he was wearing the same jacket as the day before, that that was the reason he 'had Matt's smell', inconspicuously started to slip away. But as he was walking away, a thought struck him.
Shads.
Shadows.
Matt.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder, finding the four men engaged in a conversation, and he quickly continued on his way. That was the man Brandan was trying to bring down?
"I'm sorry about that." said a sudden voice.
Johnny stopped and turned, it was Shads. He'd caught up to him with no trouble, and Johnny glanced over his shoulder to find that the other three men had disappeared.
"About what?" the kid asked.
"Them." he answered, "Zack."
Johnny shrugged. "Aren't all werewolves supposed to be arrogant bastards?" he asked.
Matt looked hurt for a split second, but it was replaced by indifference as quickly as it had come. "What's your name?" he asked, changing the subject.
Johnny started to ask, 'What's it to you?', but found himself answering honestly instead. "John." he said.
"I'm --"
"Matt." Johnny interrupted. "I've heard."
The older man looked down at the sidewalk, giving a short nod. He raised his gaze again to meet Johnny's.
"Are you really a hunter in training?" he asked, honest curiosity.
"No." Johnny answered after a moment. "Not old enough."
"Don't start the training." Matt said.
Johnny's brow furrowed, and he felt his anger start to rise for some reason. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked.
Matt gave a sigh. "I'd like for us to get to know one another," he said, starting to back away slowly. "And that can't happen if you're trying to do me in."
Without another word, Matt turned on his heel and walked away. He disappeared into the building that was on the corner, where assumably his 'friends' had gone. Johnny stared at the corner for a long time, registering the fact that a werewolf, a notorious clan leader, wanted to get to know him.