Not as good as gremlins and werewolves getting it on (which I'm so looking forward to seeing :D)...
But Q gave me an awesomesauce lj gift and has been feeding my werewolf addiction, and I got a little inspired so,
Wade chewed on his lower lip, the anxiety gnawing at his stomach. When he’d initially agreed to this, it had been under the influences of Dallas’s incredibly addictive kisses. They were like crack and crystal meth and chocolate all mixed together. Really, was it fair to hold him accountable for agreeing while under the influence?
Not that Dallas looked much like he was going to let Wade off the hook.
“You look like I’m dragging you out in front of a firing squad instead of this nice pretty field in the middle of nowhere,” Dallas joked, getting a kick out of the fact that Wade was not doing his usual swagger and cheeky grin. In just about any other situation, Wade totally would have taken the brat in a headlock, ruffled his hair and then had his wicked way with him out under the moon like nature intended.
“Maybe we should just do this next month. I think it’s going to rain, and that would be a real damper on the festivities, don’t you think?” He arched an eyebrow and tried to look cocky, but the effort fell flat judging by Dallas’s incredulous look.
“What exactly is going on, Wade?” Dallas cocked his head to the side, padding towards him barefoot. “Is it that you don’t trust me?”
“No!” Wade shouted, in retrospect a little prematurely based on the hurt look Dallas shot him. Dammit, this wasn’t the way that this was all supposed to come about. Dallas had been such a shy thing when Wade had first stumbled across him. At first, he’d tried impressing Dallas, and that had only ended in Dallas being terrified of him. Which wasn’t fair because it was one of those human things that just didn’t quite cross the gap for werewolves.
His efforts at impressing had been interpreted as challenging and instead of assuring Dallas that he could protect Dallas from any and every foe that they came across in their high school, Dallas had seen him as the foe out to beat him up. It had taken weeks of backtracking to try and reach out to the one kid in school who didn’t operate within the social network that Wade played with like a skilled puppeteer.
Dallas’s sea green eyes flashed with hurt. “I showed you my skin. I took you out to the beach and I trusted you with my secret and I came back to you after my swim. Do you understand how rare that is?”
God, did he ever. There had been a couple heart-in-throat wrenching moments when he was certain that Dallas was moving on to bigger and better selkies instead of settling for some wolf who could barely dog paddle.
“I know that,” he dug a hand through his own shaggy hair, hating for once that the moon was just starting to trigger his transformation. “It’s not at all that I don’t trust you, Dallas.”
No, the problem was way more messed up than that. Because once he’d gotten Dallas to understand that he wasn’t trying to intimidate him into submission and was instead trying to impress him into romance, they’d gotten together. He was Dallas’s protector. What was more, he was the one who taught Dallas how to protect himself. There was a sweetness to Dallas’s natural shyness and Wade knew it would never go away and that he’d never want for that to go away.
There was no harm in showing Dallas how to navigate the social world. Wade was a wolf, social hierarchies were in his blood, and the ones found in high school were so basic that he could move around in them as easily as he could chase rabbits on the full. Dallas wasn’t completely hopeless either, he just needed a little guidance, and a little space when things became too overwhelming.
That was what a wolf did for his lover. Pack protected pack, and a lover protected a lover. The world was a cold, harsh place and helping a partner to be the strong force guarding his back while he guarded their back was as natural as breathing. It was his duty to make sure that he kept his partner safe from harm, because that was what a wolf did for his mate.
Which was why this was so damned hard.
“Then why won’t you trust me with this?” Dallas scowled at him, but Wade could see the hurt in his eyes. Couldn’t Dallas understand that this was what made it so difficult? Dallas had been betrayed so many times in the past by those who were meant to protect him, meant to love him. He’d heard the stories. He knew that Dallas had forgiven all of those who had let him down, tossed him aside and hurt him. They’d been weak, and unable to be there for Dallas when Dallas had truly needed them.
Wade wanted to be there for his Dallas. He wanted to be the strong leader, the alpha who protected and watched over his lover.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he mumbled to the grass because he couldn’t admit as much to his Dallas, who was shiny and bright and smelled like rich, smooth dark chocolate that Wade simply could not get enough of no matter how hard he tried.
“What?” Dallas blinked, stepping back.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he tried telling the moon, because he simply couldn’t face Dallas and see the confusion turn into disgust.
“How is seeing you wolf out going to disappoint me?” Dallas sounded genuinely confused, and Wade ventured a glance to see Dallas cock his head to the side, very much reminiscent of the way Dallas looked at Wade when he was a sea lion and Wade was trying to explain why he really didn’t want to swim a mile out to sea to play. “I know I’m a total weenie, but it’s you. I don’t care how big and scary you get when you wolf out, I could never be afraid of you, Wade.”
That was the whole damned problem! Wade wanted to turn around and hide his head in his hands in shame. How was it that Dallas could be such a brilliant selkie, and yet not know this?
Werewolves were all about their dual natures. The human lived one facet of the coin, the wolf lived the other.
He was a very dominant, alpha type human. He took shit from no one, kicked ass and took names where necessary, and knew how to rule his little high school kingdom with one well placed snub or one gracious gesture of acceptance.
As a wolf, however, he was…
Well, Dallas was going to find out because he couldn’t stop the change from happening.
Usually, he welcomed it. His shifting bones were like popping knuckles to relieve stress. It was freeing. Falling to the grass on all fours, he let the shift overtake him, howling once his vocal cords allowed it, and barking a roll call to the local alpha once the howl was completed.
There were things he really couldn’t help when he ‘wolfed out’ as Dallas had so quaintly put it. The least of which being the fact that he was not an alpha anything.
In fact, he was a downright scrawny and bedraggled wolf. Cringing, he rolled on his back, exposing his belly to Dallas, who looked flabbergasted.
This was why he hadn’t wanted to do it. How could Dallas be expected to accept him like this? He was a pathetic wolf. Even the pack omega kind of thought he was a weenie. Some kind of protector he was as a wolf! He was scared of his own damned shadow and his parents loved, absolutely adored, telling the story of how he’d run in terror from the deer he was supposed to take down during his rite of passage to adulthood.
He hid his nose in his paws and waited for the worst.
“Oh my god, you’re an idiot,” Dallas said, laughing.
Wade’s heart sunk somewhere into his chest. Of course Dallas would think that, who wouldn’t? He was pathetic. Not a worthy mate for someone so amazing. The big bad human was supposed to turn into the big bad wolf, not the neurotic puppy with fear issues. Why couldn’t Dallas just have left well enough alone? Wade had been happy.
“You silly wolf.” Fingers dug gently into his fur, and Wade tensed as Dallas casually scratched his tummy. Daring to look, he glanced up at Dallas who, not surprisingly, smelled like the best damned chocolate on the planet. If the situation were not so pathetic, he would not be able to stop himself from licking Dallas as much and as long as Dallas would let him.
Smiling still, and confusing Wade completely, Dallas sat in the wet grass beside him. Grabbing him under the shoulders, Dallas hauled Wade half onto his lap, burying his fingers into Wade’s fur and shaking him with a laugh. “Only you would think that this would be a deal breaker.”
Wade chuffed in despair. Of course it was a deal breaker!
“Moron,” Dallas chuckled into his fur as he pulled Wade close. “You can’t be the strong protector all the time. I thought you realized that when you taught me how to defend myself. I don’t expect you to be superman, you dork. It’s actually kind of comforting that you have your own weaknesses, too. What was it that you told me? A lover looks out and protects his loved one? You watch my back, and I watch yours. There’s no shame in letting me protect you as you’ve protected me.”
Wade jerked his head up in shock out of that. Dallas smiled at him gently before gently tugging on one of Wade’s disgracefully floppy ears.
"You don't have to be strong for me all the time, stupid. I need to be able to be strong for you too, don't you see?"
Wade cocked his head to the side, looking hard at Dallas, trying to figure out just how serious Dallas was about this.
"Besides, you're adorable as a wolf. You're like a gangly, half grown Lassie."
Oh, now that was just being mean. He growled.
Dallas dissolved into giggles, and Wade yelped as Dallas hugged him tight. “You seriously thought I’d be mad that you’re not some ferocious blood thirsty scary wolf?”
He chuffed indignantly. It really hadn’t seemed that funny when he’d been thinking it.
“Oh, don’t get all huffy about it. One of these days, I’ll get your brain all figured out and we’ll stop having these misunderstandings.” Dallas thumped him lightly on the head before releasing him and rolling over onto his back to look at the moon. “I promise next time you change to be properly insulted that I don’t have to worry about you ripping my throat out and mauling me to death.”
Just for that, Wade licked him, grinning in satisfaction as Dallas sputtered.
Wade chewed on his lower lip, the anxiety gnawing at his stomach. When he’d initially agreed to this, it had been under the influences of Dallas’s incredibly addictive kisses. They were like crack and crystal meth and chocolate all mixed together. Really, was it fair to hold him accountable for agreeing while under the influence?
Not that Dallas looked much like he was going to let Wade off the hook.
“You look like I’m dragging you out in front of a firing squad instead of this nice pretty field in the middle of nowhere,” Dallas joked, getting a kick out of the fact that Wade was not doing his usual swagger and cheeky grin. In just about any other situation, Wade totally would have taken the brat in a headlock, ruffled his hair and then had his wicked way with him out under the moon like nature intended.
“Maybe we should just do this next month. I think it’s going to rain, and that would be a real damper on the festivities, don’t you think?” He arched an eyebrow and tried to look cocky, but the effort fell flat judging by Dallas’s incredulous look.
“What exactly is going on, Wade?” Dallas cocked his head to the side, padding towards him barefoot. “Is it that you don’t trust me?”
“No!” Wade shouted, in retrospect a little prematurely based on the hurt look Dallas shot him. Dammit, this wasn’t the way that this was all supposed to come about. Dallas had been such a shy thing when Wade had first stumbled across him. At first, he’d tried impressing Dallas, and that had only ended in Dallas being terrified of him. Which wasn’t fair because it was one of those human things that just didn’t quite cross the gap for werewolves.
His efforts at impressing had been interpreted as challenging and instead of assuring Dallas that he could protect Dallas from any and every foe that they came across in their high school, Dallas had seen him as the foe out to beat him up. It had taken weeks of backtracking to try and reach out to the one kid in school who didn’t operate within the social network that Wade played with like a skilled puppeteer.
Dallas’s sea green eyes flashed with hurt. “I showed you my skin. I took you out to the beach and I trusted you with my secret and I came back to you after my swim. Do you understand how rare that is?”
God, did he ever. There had been a couple heart-in-throat wrenching moments when he was certain that Dallas was moving on to bigger and better selkies instead of settling for some wolf who could barely dog paddle.
“I know that,” he dug a hand through his own shaggy hair, hating for once that the moon was just starting to trigger his transformation. “It’s not at all that I don’t trust you, Dallas.”
No, the problem was way more messed up than that. Because once he’d gotten Dallas to understand that he wasn’t trying to intimidate him into submission and was instead trying to impress him into romance, they’d gotten together. He was Dallas’s protector. What was more, he was the one who taught Dallas how to protect himself. There was a sweetness to Dallas’s natural shyness and Wade knew it would never go away and that he’d never want for that to go away.
There was no harm in showing Dallas how to navigate the social world. Wade was a wolf, social hierarchies were in his blood, and the ones found in high school were so basic that he could move around in them as easily as he could chase rabbits on the full. Dallas wasn’t completely hopeless either, he just needed a little guidance, and a little space when things became too overwhelming.
That was what a wolf did for his lover. Pack protected pack, and a lover protected a lover. The world was a cold, harsh place and helping a partner to be the strong force guarding his back while he guarded their back was as natural as breathing. It was his duty to make sure that he kept his partner safe from harm, because that was what a wolf did for his mate.
Which was why this was so damned hard.
“Then why won’t you trust me with this?” Dallas scowled at him, but Wade could see the hurt in his eyes. Couldn’t Dallas understand that this was what made it so difficult? Dallas had been betrayed so many times in the past by those who were meant to protect him, meant to love him. He’d heard the stories. He knew that Dallas had forgiven all of those who had let him down, tossed him aside and hurt him. They’d been weak, and unable to be there for Dallas when Dallas had truly needed them.
Wade wanted to be there for his Dallas. He wanted to be the strong leader, the alpha who protected and watched over his lover.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he mumbled to the grass because he couldn’t admit as much to his Dallas, who was shiny and bright and smelled like rich, smooth dark chocolate that Wade simply could not get enough of no matter how hard he tried.
“What?” Dallas blinked, stepping back.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he tried telling the moon, because he simply couldn’t face Dallas and see the confusion turn into disgust.
“How is seeing you wolf out going to disappoint me?” Dallas sounded genuinely confused, and Wade ventured a glance to see Dallas cock his head to the side, very much reminiscent of the way Dallas looked at Wade when he was a sea lion and Wade was trying to explain why he really didn’t want to swim a mile out to sea to play. “I know I’m a total weenie, but it’s you. I don’t care how big and scary you get when you wolf out, I could never be afraid of you, Wade.”
That was the whole damned problem! Wade wanted to turn around and hide his head in his hands in shame. How was it that Dallas could be such a brilliant selkie, and yet not know this?
Werewolves were all about their dual natures. The human lived one facet of the coin, the wolf lived the other.
He was a very dominant, alpha type human. He took shit from no one, kicked ass and took names where necessary, and knew how to rule his little high school kingdom with one well placed snub or one gracious gesture of acceptance.
As a wolf, however, he was…
Well, Dallas was going to find out because he couldn’t stop the change from happening.
Usually, he welcomed it. His shifting bones were like popping knuckles to relieve stress. It was freeing. Falling to the grass on all fours, he let the shift overtake him, howling once his vocal cords allowed it, and barking a roll call to the local alpha once the howl was completed.
There were things he really couldn’t help when he ‘wolfed out’ as Dallas had so quaintly put it. The least of which being the fact that he was not an alpha anything.
In fact, he was a downright scrawny and bedraggled wolf. Cringing, he rolled on his back, exposing his belly to Dallas, who looked flabbergasted.
This was why he hadn’t wanted to do it. How could Dallas be expected to accept him like this? He was a pathetic wolf. Even the pack omega kind of thought he was a weenie. Some kind of protector he was as a wolf! He was scared of his own damned shadow and his parents loved, absolutely adored, telling the story of how he’d run in terror from the deer he was supposed to take down during his rite of passage to adulthood.
He hid his nose in his paws and waited for the worst.
“Oh my god, you’re an idiot,” Dallas said, laughing.
Wade’s heart sunk somewhere into his chest. Of course Dallas would think that, who wouldn’t? He was pathetic. Not a worthy mate for someone so amazing. The big bad human was supposed to turn into the big bad wolf, not the neurotic puppy with fear issues. Why couldn’t Dallas just have left well enough alone? Wade had been happy.
“You silly wolf.” Fingers dug gently into his fur, and Wade tensed as Dallas casually scratched his tummy. Daring to look, he glanced up at Dallas who, not surprisingly, smelled like the best damned chocolate on the planet. If the situation were not so pathetic, he would not be able to stop himself from licking Dallas as much and as long as Dallas would let him.
Smiling still, and confusing Wade completely, Dallas sat in the wet grass beside him. Grabbing him under the shoulders, Dallas hauled Wade half onto his lap, burying his fingers into Wade’s fur and shaking him with a laugh. “Only you would think that this would be a deal breaker.”
Wade chuffed in despair. Of course it was a deal breaker!
“Moron,” Dallas chuckled into his fur as he pulled Wade close. “You can’t be the strong protector all the time. I thought you realized that when you taught me how to defend myself. I don’t expect you to be superman, you dork. It’s actually kind of comforting that you have your own weaknesses, too. What was it that you told me? A lover looks out and protects his loved one? You watch my back, and I watch yours. There’s no shame in letting me protect you as you’ve protected me.”
Wade jerked his head up in shock out of that. Dallas smiled at him gently before gently tugging on one of Wade’s disgracefully floppy ears.
"You don't have to be strong for me all the time, stupid. I need to be able to be strong for you too, don't you see?"
Wade cocked his head to the side, looking hard at Dallas, trying to figure out just how serious Dallas was about this.
"Besides, you're adorable as a wolf. You're like a gangly, half grown Lassie."
Oh, now that was just being mean. He growled.
Dallas dissolved into giggles, and Wade yelped as Dallas hugged him tight. “You seriously thought I’d be mad that you’re not some ferocious blood thirsty scary wolf?”
He chuffed indignantly. It really hadn’t seemed that funny when he’d been thinking it.
“Oh, don’t get all huffy about it. One of these days, I’ll get your brain all figured out and we’ll stop having these misunderstandings.” Dallas thumped him lightly on the head before releasing him and rolling over onto his back to look at the moon. “I promise next time you change to be properly insulted that I don’t have to worry about you ripping my throat out and mauling me to death.”
Just for that, Wade licked him, grinning in satisfaction as Dallas sputtered.