Wolf in League

by A. F. Henley

  "Now what?" Matthew asked, more breathless than he would have liked.

  "I start with my left foot, you with your right. I go forward, you go back. We slide the other like so." He nudged up against the toes of Matthew's right foot, stepped forward as Matthew stepped back, and then showed Matthew how to slide the other on an angle until both feet were lined up, but a foot or so apart. "Then we simply bring our feet together again, stepping the first foot to the second."

  They completed the step together and Gavin whispered, "Voilá. Not so hard, right?"

  "No." Matthew eyed him. "But for some reason I don't think that's all there is to it."

  "Just keep practicing that. You'll see."

  They did, and surprisingly enough, the steps got more fluid with each one they did. Before Matthew even realized what Gavin was doing, Gavin was putting a slight turn in each step. And once Matthew got the hang of that, Gavin simply made the turn more elaborate and pronounced.

  "It's nice," Matthew said finally. "You dance well."

  Gavin shrugged casually. "Not really, actually. Someone who's really good at it would try something like this every few rounds." He suddenly let go of Matthew's waist, pulled away, then flourished his arm out into open space and stood there, feet together for a pause. "They would also say that your hand should be on my arm and not around my shoulder." He stepped back in and brought Matthew close again. "I just can't quite figure out why anyone would want to do that, though. This feels much nicer, don't you think?"

  He did think. But he didn't say so. Instead: "Wouldn't we look the pair trying to dance like this in one of the clubs?"

  "We'd be the most watched couple there," Gavin countered. "And they'd know we were actually a couple, wouldn't they? Not just a bump and grind that we came across on the floor. It takes time to match somebody else's step like this." He let go of Matthew's waist again, spun Matthew, and then drew Matthew to him, back to chest. "Now try to do it in reverse. Match me instead of moving the other way."

  That was harder to do, but Matthew wasn't blaming his reaction completely on the fact that his feet were trying to think in reverse of what they'd just been taught to do. Chest to chest was nice, it reminded him of the time they'd had sex... but back to chest reminded Matthew of all things he really liked about a sexual encounter. Having a man's weight over his back. Having a man's hands around his torso, on his chest, fingertips moving over his abs the way that Gavin's were at that moment. Maybe even dropping down to his penis. The way a man's groin got harder up against the part of him that man wanted to explore completely. Getting bent over and taken.

  "We should, um..." Matthew cleared his throat. "I should probably put those dishes in the—"

  "Do you want me to?" Gavin drew his fingers in a slow line down the middle of Matthew's abdomen and over his belly button. Matthew didn't think Gavin meant the dishes. Matthew was right.

  "Do you really want me to touch you like that?" Gavin rested his cheek against the side of Matthew's face, but he didn't kiss. "Are you thinking about me, or just men in general?"

  "Look, Gavin..." Matthew turned in Gavin's arms and caught his gaze. He held it. "I would love to have sex with you. You are very good at what you do in bed. I just don't think... I mean... it wouldn't be fair. To you. With the ideas you have right now. I don't want you thinking that this is some kind of forever thing when the reality is that we've just met. We're just starting to get to know each other. Do you know what I'm saying?"

  Gavin chuckled. The sound went directly into Matthew's ear and his whole body reacted to the sensation; his skin rose into goosebumps, his cheeks flushed, his breath quickened.

  "I'm not a teenager, Matthew. I don't imagine that I'm going to woo you with my cock. Sex isn't love." Matthew felt him shake his head. "Obsession isn't love. I know the difference, as hard as it might be for you to believe after our earlier drama. So, if you're turned on and I'm turned on, and you're willing and I'm willing, then I'm game if you are. No strings. No bullshit."

  Then what are you waiting for?

  "For you to say it," Gavin whispered.

  Matthew lifted his hand to where Gavin's rested above the waistband of his pants. He laid his own hand on top and pulled Gavin's hand lower. "I want to have sex with you." He tightened his fingers and rolled his groin against Gavin's palm. "I want you to touch me."

  Gavin released a long breath against Matthew's ear. He swallowed and pressed his lips against Matthew's cheekbone. "Okay, then."

  For several minutes they stood there with Gavin's hand over Matthew's crotch, squeezing, stroking, working Matthew's body through his pants while Gavin's groin stiffened against him. When Matthew's legs began to tremble, he slipped out of Gavin's arms, turned, and slowly dropped onto his knees. This was something he hadn't done yet, something he hadn't tried yet—not with Gavin, anyway. The idea of sliding Gavin's cool, smooth length into his throat was enough to make his own respond with absolute interest. He looked up, reached up, and as he undid the tie of Gavin's pajama pants, Gavin's eyelids fell closed.

  His penis was hard and thick and it tented the thin fabric as though desperate to be let loose. Matthew obliged quickly, pulling the pants down to Gavin's knees but not bothering to take the time to work them off. His own eyes closed. He opened his mouth. He leaned forward. He didn't tease, or hesitate, or even bother to wet his lips first. He took all of Gavin in the first swallow, then wrapped his lips where rigidity met Gavin's neatly trimmed pubic hair, and sucked. A sharp gasp rang out above him, a warm flush raced through him, and both his hands flew up to Gavin's hips. He pulled his head back, his throat clicking, his tongue swiping, and before Gavin's length could slide out of his mouth, he sunk back down.

  "Oh... wow..." Gavin sighed. Gavin's hands fell on Matthew's head, fingers threading through his hair. He groaned over Gavin's body and another sigh was sung above his head. Matthew moved up and down, his speed slow but the depth of his swallows consistent, and when Gavin began to rock against him, urging Matthew to move faster, Matthew slid his right hand down to his own lap, pulled his aching penis free of it's clothing, and began to stroke himself in time to their movements.

  He was lost in the sensation of sucking Gavin and touching himself, and when Gavin pulled back and gasped, "You're going to make me come," it was too soon for Matthew.

  "Not that that's a bad thing," Gavin added, looking down at Matthew with something that was either amusement or awe, "but it seems like a raw deal for you."

  Matthew resisted the urge to shake his head in an effort to bring back his mind. "Nothing personal, Gavin, but I'll forgo the exchange of oral sex for obvious reasons." He didn't argue when Gavin reached down and helped him to his feet, though.

  Once they were face to face, Gavin dragged his thumb over Matthew's swollen lips. "I do miss doing that. But I can still taste you, if you'll let me."

  Gavin held the pad of his thumb against Matthew's lips, closed his eyes, and swallowed hard.

  Matthew had no doubt that Gavin was feeling his pulse beneath the touch. He could feel it himself, in his lips, his penis, his chest. His eyes were drawn to Gavin's mouth; his mind skipped over the idea of Gavin's teeth against his skin. He trembled, and he'd have been a liar if he said it was all in fear.

  "I don't mean like that," Gavin said, rolling his eyes. "I swear—"

  "What would it be like?" Matthew's voice was breathless and low. "What would happen if you did?"

  "I won't," Gavin promised.

  Matthew nodded. "I know. I'm just asking. Would I... be like you?"

  "If I bit you?" Gavin asked, waiting for Matthew's nod. "No. You'd have to take some of my blood. You'd have to survive the change. Be fed. Sometimes even retrained on certain things." He breathed a long, perturbed sigh. "Are you sure you want to discuss this right now?"

  It took a second for Gavin's words to sink in. When they did, Matthew started laughing. He shook his head. "No. No, of course I don't. I just..." He reached for Gavin's face. He touched Gavin's lips
in the same way that Gavin had touched his. "I let myself get fascinated. Sorry."

  Gavin's expression softened. So did his voice. "I can fascinate you with better things than my teeth."

  Matthew's feet were off the ground before he realized what Gavin was doing. "Hey! What...?" He was dropped onto the couch, then turned to face the cushions.

  "Tasting you."

  Matthew felt his knees get tucked underneath him, his bottom half lifted, and realized Gavin's intention one second before he felt the cool wetness of Gavin's tongue on his anus. He shivered, gripped the soft surface underneath him, and buried his face into the cushions. Gavin's body temperature felt so intense—so completely opposite to what one expected. It made every known sensation new again. He rocked back into the light circles that Gavin licked on his skin, his mind played unknown hymns about the dexterity of Gavin's mouth, and the goosebumps continued to rise as chilly, slippery fluid was tongued over him. In him. Gathering and slipping in lazy, wandering drops down his testicles and his thighs.

  Gavin didn't pull away until Matthew had already decided he was going to lose his mind if he let Gavin continue.

  Inside me.

  Gavin answered the unspoken request by pressing the tip of his penis against Matthew's spit-slicked center and pushing. As before, the initial surprise over Gavin's width seemed to overwhelm Matthew's ability to think. Gavin pulled back, another heavy drop of thick, wet spit fell where their two bodies met, and when Gavin pushed in again, he didn't stop until they were completely joined.

  A high gasp, followed by a stuttered "G-Gavin!" tumbled out of Matthew's throat. His toes curled, his fists gripped the fabric of the couch, and as Gavin began to thrust, Matthew moved with him, meeting each one. Gavin's weight fell over him, Gavin's hand slapped the wall above the back of the couch, and Gavin reached around him with the other.

  The moment Gavin's cold hand began to stroke his penis, Matthew was lost to anything other than sensation and movement. With a final cry that seemed to come from the depths of his guts, he came. He was answered by a quiet grunt, a hard thrust, and he felt Gavin's body shake through orgasm as well.

  Gavin pulled back—slowly, carefully—and dropped onto the couch beside Matthew. He thought he should say something—get up and clean up, at least, but he didn't argue when Gavin pulled him out of the position he was still propped in and onto Gavin's lap. Then a blanket dropped over both of them, the trembling in Matthew's legs and arms began to slow, and Matthew didn't even bother to try and think anymore, let alone move.

  Matthew only opened his eyes once, when a soft, barely-there clunk sounded on the ceiling. "Did you hear that?" he mumbled.

  Gavin, apparently, did not. He was already dozing.

  Time to Rise and Shine

  The room smelled of sex—that perfect blend of sweat, hormones, and opened hole stuffed full of semen—and he loved it. Craved it. But only for a second. There would be time for games later...

  "Wakey, wakey, boys." The man smiled down at the two men on the couch. This was too easy. Too perfect. He'd been so very quiet, they'd all been so very quiet. Like mice in church... No. Rats on a ship. Rats teeming with disease. Patiently groveling underneath tarps and boxes as they waited for the approaching shore. So they could run again. Infect a whole new world.

  That analogy, he decided, was much more appropriate. He nudged the pretty doctor with the toe of his left foot.

  "Time to rise and shine."

  *~*~*

  It took several seconds for Matthew's thoughts to gather cohesion. He'd been dreaming, and it had been a very good dream indeed—a dream that was made up of snapshot images of tongues and fingers and slippery wet penises that came from everywhere, but at the same time, all belonged to Gavin. He knew that in the way a dream's eye always knew what was familiar and what was not.

  It had been a dream that was displaced and fragmented… and that had somehow made it seem all the more erotic. All those parts of Gavin, multiplying, searching him out and filling him up in every way possible, drawing him in and wrapping around him at the very same time. It was not a dream where a mere demand to "wakey, wakey" would be enough to free him. Besides, it couldn't be morning. Not yet.

  He turned his head away, found that his face was still against Gavin's shoulder, and buried himself into the hollow of Gavin's neck, a spot that the blanket, and maybe even his own breath, had finally found a way to warm. He slid his hand across Gavin's chest, tucked it under Gavin's arm, and clenched Gavin closer. A light, pleased sigh was breathed into his hair.

  "Yes, yes," someone said. "Much adorable. Very sweet."

  It was a voice Matthew didn't recognize at all. Whether Gavin caught that thought, had his own moment of realization, or merely noticed that Matthew was moving, both of them reacted in tandem.

  Matthew sat up, staring wildly around the room. Gavin sat up behind him, cursed, and tried to catch Matthew's waist before Matthew could rise. Matthew moved one iota faster than Gavin and stood, grasping pointlessly at the blanket that was already flumping to the floor.

  A stranger! No... two. Not even two, but four!

  The strangers were pale, so very, very pale that their skin glowed in the darkness. Matthew's insides filled with horror. He didn't need a name. One of them had to be Arius. Had to be.

  Even so, he stuttered, "W-who are you? What do you want? Why are you here?"

  The strangers seemed to completely ignore his questions.

  Matthew heard Gavin rise before he felt Gavin's body press against his. But for the socks on Matthew's feet, they were both as naked as the day they'd been born. He felt vulnerable and exposed, and his left hand fell to cover his groin, as if that was going to do a darn thing to help.

  "Not an entirely unattractive picture, is it?" one of the strangers said. He clicked his tongue and stared at Gavin. "And look at you, sir. What a cozy little nest you have going on here. Brilliant set up." His gaze slipped to the side and he eyed Matthew with an advancing grin. "I think we'll take it."

  "You should know we're under surveillance," Gavin said, telling their new guests what Matthew could only hope was a lie. The last thing Matthew wanted was the GDBCG knowing he and Gavin had been sleeping together. Worse, even, that they'd had unreported contact with the O'Connells and the Connors.

  "So, tell us what you want before the cavalry shows up," Gavin continued. "Or, better yet, just get the fuck out."

  "You know? I'd love to," the man said. From the other three strangers a round of chuckles sprang up at his words and the man shook his head and then joined them. With increasing dread, Matthew noted the fangs each one of them displayed as they laughed.

  When the man turned back to Gavin, he winked. "They're right, of course. I wouldn't love to do that at all. In fact, I'm pleased as fucking punch to be here. And why wouldn't I be? This is the second best idea of my long and brooding life, my brother from another biter." He stopped, suddenly, and cocked his head to the left. "Did you check to make sure everything was locked?"

  "Yes, Arius," the tallest of the three said. He was blond, and in the darkness he looked a hair's breadth away from albino. "Every window and every door, including those below us in the basement. Everything is secure and all the window coverings are in place." He gave Gavin a long, amused look. "And I've personally done a visual and auditory check, as well as scanned the interior with both a laser and frequency detector. There are no indications of surveillance equipment of any kind."

  Arius voiced a sound that was caught between purr and moan. "I do so love the fact that you changed your mind about joining my team, Dali. Your talents are positively invaluable."

  An expression flickered across Dali's face that Matthew didn't have time to judge. By the time Arius looked at him, Dali's face was once again blank and unaffected. His voice was just as emotionless when he said, "Thank you, Arius."

  Arius waved his arm, motioning at the space around them. "And look! Food enough for days and days and days! Refrigerated for those that p
refer it..." He lowered his arm. He stepped closer to Matthew. He stared into Matthew's eyes and smiled. "And fresh for those of us that don't."

  Gavin scrambled forward, pushed Arius back with one hand and yanked Matthew away with the other. "You will not touch—"

  The space around Matthew and Gavin exploded with activity. Though Arius merely stepped back and away, the other three vampires reacted like starving rats going after a single cracker. They slammed into Gavin from the right, left, and front. Gavin flew backwards, not into the couch, but above it. His head and spine cracked against the wall, a short, surprised shout flew from his throat, and he didn't get the chance to even try to find his feet. The smaller vampire picked Gavin up as though Gavin were nothing more than a twig and he tossed Gavin into the middle of the room.

  Matthew parted his lips, his voice already bubbling on the scream building in his throat as Gavin's body landed, but the sound never got a chance to escape him. Arius caught him, clasped his mouth and nose in a grip so tight that Matthew's bottom lip split against his teeth.

  "Shh, now," Arius whispered sharply into his ear. "We don't want to wake the neighbors."

  The other vampires were nothing more than a blur from one place to the next. One second they stood watching Gavin fall, the next they were on top of him—ripping, tearing, spraying ruptures of black blood that slashed over the walls like some kind of bad attempt at modern art. Gavin might have been able to fend off a single attacker; three were insurmountable. For every punch Gavin landed, he took two more. For every gasp of pain or anger that he was awarded, three more were demanded from him.

  Matthew twisted fruitlessly in Arius's arms. He clawed at Arius's wrists and forearms, trying to loosen the hand that threatened to asphyxiate him and dislodge the arm that held him against Arius's body. He screamed Gavin's name against Arius's palm, but though he screamed it hard enough to burn his vocal cords and send waves of pressure through his forehead, the only sounds that made it through were whines.

  "All right, now. All right." Arius's voice was thick and breathless. It made Matthew's skin crawl and only increased Matthew's need to get free. "If you keep that up, Doctor, one of two things are going to happen. Either you're going to run out of oxygen and pass out, or this wiggle thing you keep doing up against my cock is going to turn me right the fuck on and I'm going to toss you down and take you right here in front of everyone."