Wolf in League

by A. F. Henley

  He propped himself on his knees when Gavin pulled him up and back. He reached for his own shaft when Gavin began to draw the hard length of his penis up and down, up and down, between the spread of Matthew's buttocks. Spit fell to ease the slide. Fingers drew his cheeks open, spreading him wider, exposing him as much as possible.

  Then more spit, a nudge of blunt, hard flesh, and as Gavin so very slowly began to tease into Matthew's anus, Matthew turned the thought around and sent one back: touching, prodding, sinking his fingers as far as they would go into Gavin's hole. This time when Gavin growled it was heavy in frustration and impatience. Gavin dropped to one elbow on the mattress and reached over Matthew's shoulder, his hand fumbling at the pile of blankets. Matthew blinked, tried to figure out what Gavin was looking for, and almost laughed at Gavin's, "Aha!"

  Gavin moved back into position, his fingers clutching a bottle of lube.

  "How...?" Matthew peered over his shoulder. "One of the boys?"

  Gavin shrugged. "I'm not sure if it was Rafe or Randy. They were both thinking about it." He looked at Matthew, seemingly forcing his eyes off the bottle. "Either way, we can cover all our bases and thank both of them."

  Matthew narrowed his eyes. He pushed back against Gavin's hard body. "Later. Much later."

  "Yeah," Gavin replied, turning the word into a sigh. A purr. A sound that rekindled what was starting to fizzle out in Matthew's guts, anyway. "You know, for someone that wouldn't say 'shit' if his mouth was full of it, you have a very vivid imagination when it comes to sex."

  Matthew grinned. "You haven't seen anything yet." And as Gavin popped the bottle of lube open and coated skin, Matthew put his head down, closed his eyes, willed his body open, and let his mind run wild with everything he'd ever thought of doing with a man. They weren't things he necessarily wanted to do for real, but the things he'd seen, masturbated to; the things he would never try but that were too hot to ignore if they came across his computer monitor. Three fingers, four fingers, five... fists; double penetration, buzzing toys dripping with lubrication; squint-closed eyes and sweaty wrists bound with leather ties... hands on throats.

  Gavin lined up their bodies, pushing inside Matthew with slow, but insistent urgency. "Damn..." Matthew heard Gavin's teeth snap together, felt Gavin squeeze his hips and pull him impossibly closer. "You... should be... " Every couple of words were paused for deep, shaking breaths. "Ashamed of yourself... Matthew."

  It was a tease—Matthew could hear it in Gavin's reverent, amazed, awestruck voice.

  Threesomes with strangers in bathroom stalls, hot semen being dumped onto glistening skin in impossible quantities, screams that were thick with pleasure, bruises being sucked onto pale bodies, nipples being licked, pierced, bitten...

  "Mmm," Gavin whispered. "I'm ashamed of myself for listening."

  Matthew chuckled. "Liar." He opened his eyes, looked blearily back at Gavin with a smile stuck on his face. He was so hard that he felt like he was going to burst something. "You're ashamed at yourself for getting so turned on by it."

  Again, Gavin leaned over his back. Again, one hand dropped to the mattress to hold himself up. The other took a new path, however, snaking up between the wide V of Matthew's legs, stroking his thigh, and then, finally, grabbing the hardest part of him. Gavin squeezed and began to jerk him in tight, merciless strokes. Gavin kissed his shoulders, his spine, his neck. "Turned on by you," Gavin murmured. "Only you."

  Between his kisses, Gavin lapped at Matthew's skin. The kisses made Matthew's nerves tremble; the licks set them on fire. Lips, tongue, lips, tongue, and Gavin turned his head to drag his tongue up Matthew's neck. Almost too quickly to feel, definitely too quickly to have been on purpose, the sharp end of Gavin's right fang skipped over a knob of Matthew's spine.

  As Gavin sucked a sharp breath, Matthew gasped. And suddenly, as if jumping rails, Matthew's train of thought shot from there to here, and he began to imagine Gavin's teeth. How they would feel. How good Gavin could make it feel. Not like Arius's... goodness, no. Gavin's bite would be different; it would be hungry in a completely different way. Matthew's body was different; it was pumped up on endorphin and natural oxy. Pain was irrelevant.

  His eyelids slipped closed. He imagined how cold teeth would become little trails of fire as they scratched over his skin. He remembered and then relished the way that sharp tip of fang had felt seconds ago. He thought of the way his blood pumped underneath his skin, and how maybe Gavin wasn't reacting to the taste of his skin but the sensation of his blood moving under it—feeling it thrum, pulse, beat with all its force. Every thump of his heart would sound like an invitation. A demand. Taste me. Taste me. Taste me.

  Gavin's hand began to work faster, furiously pushing Matthew closer to orgasm. He rasped his chin, his cheek, his mouth against Matthew's spine. He huffed one word: "Tease."

  Matthew drew his legs farther apart. He arched his back and rocked himself against Gavin's movement. He needed to meet every one of Gavin's perfectly-timed, soul-deep, shock-rendering thrusts. But even as he moved, even as his body accepted and reacted, his mind was on penetration of another kind. He couldn't get the idea of Gavin's fangs out of his head. Not because he wanted to be part of that side of Gavin's darkness, and not because he had some kind of death wish. But what they were doing could be so much more. He could give so much more, and he trusted Gavin to take it.

  Maybe having that kind of desire made him strange, but so what if it did? Was it any stranger than having sex with a vampire in the first place? But more than Matthew's eagerness to try something so far out of left field, he knew that Gavin would want what Matthew could offer him, that even, in a way, Gavin needed it. Sure, there were other ways for Gavin to satiate his hunger, but there was more to bloodletting than just sustenance. There had to be, or Arius would have been content with bagged blood.

  He opened his eyes, and the way Gavin was looking at him suggested spontaneous combustion building behind Gavin's defenses. They were laser beams burning through midnight skies.

  Matthew tried to speak. He didn't know what he wanted to say: More? Harder? Don't stop? Tell me you love me, tell me you love this, make me scream your name, do it, take it, taste it... The only thing he managed to get out was a choked cough.

  Gavin's body dove into his own, drew back, and dove again, but as hard as Gavin moved, as deep as Gavin went, it wasn't enough. Matthew wound one hand around Gavin's wrist and then reached below both of them to grab Gavin's other forearm. He didn't want to stop Gavin; that was the very last thing on his mind. He just wanted to touch, to be part of the movement that was whipping his body into ecstasy.

  It might not have been a good time to find his voice, but he did, and he couldn't stop himself from saying what his imagination had wound into an almost tangible desire. "I wish it had been you."

  "Don't," Gavin whispered. It was the voice of rough gravel, hurricane winds, blistering sunlight.

  "It would have been different, wouldn't it? To feel mind-blown by something like that instead of terrified; to want it instead of fighting it." It was hard to put sentences together. He tried—man, oh man, did he try—but his brain was stumbling over the roadblock of wanting to try something so dangerously erotic while trying to hold back the overwhelming need to come. "The pain would be something else, wouldn't it? Like when you're ready for something you want. Like how a piercing doesn't hurt as much as... I don't know... getting a needle at the doctor's. Sweeter." He swallowed, looked over his shoulder. "Hotter."

  "Matthew..."

  The word was barely a sound. It was like a prayer being whispered beside a coffin, or the swish of leaves in trees so tall their tops seemed to rest in the clouds. Hardly there at all, but somehow greater than itself because of the simple fact of what it was.

  Matthew ignored him, just in case Gavin's words were going to lead to a demand that Matthew stop. "You couldn't be first; I didn't have the nerve to let you. But I wanted you to. Do you remember? Were you listening? Call it fascinati
on, call it whatever you want... I don't care. I'm just saying that I would let you now. That I want you to. I don't want Arius to be what I think of every time I think of a vampire."

  "Jesus," Gavin hissed.

  "I want it to be you," Matthew whispered. "I want to remember you."

  Gavin pulled up and back, their bodies still joined but Gavin's mouth as far away from Matthew's skin as it could be without pulling completely away. As though he didn't trust himself to stay where he'd been. As if this was a test that he wasn't sure how to pass. "You said you'd never want me to."

  Matthew laughed. It was hard to do. His body was weak and he was so flipping hard. Still, the hunger in Gavin's voice was too hot to stand. If he didn't laugh, he'd melt.

  "Oh, I don't want you to turn me." Matthew reached for one of Gavin's arms and tugged him back down. "I just want to feel your teeth. To experience it like this instead of the way he did it. To give myself because I want to, not because I have to."

  Gavin lowered his head and kissed Matthew's neck.

  A flutter rose in Matthew's chest—a thrill stuck between terrified and entranced—as though he was sitting in a roller coaster a hundred feet in the air, waiting for it to fall down that first incline.

  "If this is a trick..." Gavin paused, Matthew heard him lick his lips. When Gavin spoke again, he was breathless and noticeably harder inside Matthew's body. "You should know it's an unfair one. You should know how hard it would be for me to tell you 'no' if you make it sound like you want it." He caught a breath. "Because I do, Matthew. I do want to."

  Sensation culminated in Matthew's belly and balls. Be it the slow, perfect way Gavin stroked him, the intimacy of the moment, or the desire in Gavin's voice, it was too much to hold back. He was going to come. Hard. "Now," he rasped. "Do it now."

  Matthew felt the pressure rise to impossible as Gavin opened his mouth. The first shock of orgasm hit as Gavin pierced Matthew's skin. Then again, and again, as Gavin pulled from the wound. It was everything Matthew could do not to cry out.

  Bliss and pain wound around each other. He shook, he fought for breath as his body spurted heat from below and above—semen into Gavin's fist, blood onto Gavin's tongue—and as his ecstatic release began to falter to uncontrollable trembles, he felt Gavin hit his peak as well. Gavin's penis swelled and shot, Gavin's mouth sucked harder and deeper, and the sounds from Matthew's throat became whines of pleasure peppered with gasps of overloaded delight.

  It was only when they both stopped shuddering that Gavin took his lips off Matthew's skin. He pulled his teeth free at the same time as his penis, and chuckled when Matthew flopped forward onto the mattress. For the first time ever, when Gavin stretched out alongside Matthew, Gavin's skin was warm and vibrant. He seemed to pulse with energy.

  "God damn, Matthew!" There was awe in Gavin's tone, as well as a kind of hilarity that Matthew would normally attribute to someone who was slightly inebriated. He reached for Matthew's face. He turned Matthew toward him and kissed Matthew furiously. "That was out of this world."

  Matthew garbled an affirmative, his eyes closed, his breath shallow and fast. The sharp burn in his neck was fading to a dull pain. By the time he thought the word, that pain was already fading to discomfort. Every beat of his heart brought the sensation down another notch. He reached up with a hand that felt heavy and clumsy and touched the spot. He expected blood, an open wound, and was surprised to find almost nothing there at all. Even as he pressed against the points of puncture, they were closing underneath his fingertips.

  "Fast," he mumbled.

  "Yes," Gavin agreed. He kissed Matthew's fingers, and then, when Matthew dropped that hand, he kissed the disappearing marks on Matthew's neck. "Do you need to sleep?"

  Matthew opened his eyes. He forced his rubbery lips to smile. "I have no idea what I need."

  A sharp knock sounded on the door leading up to the main level. They both looked at each other, and while Matthew thought, Excellent timing, Gavin laughed.

  "Burgers are ready if you guys are hungry," Randy called through the door.

  "Not in the least," Gavin whispered. He kissed Matthew's lips with a quick, light touch. "But I think red meat sounds just about right for you, hmm?"

  Matthew gave him a sideways look. "Are you just trying to get my iron levels up, vampire?"

  "Nope," Gavin said. He gave Matthew's ass a squeeze. "Your energy levels."

  "Never mind," Matthew said, pulling himself up into a seated position. For a second his head swam, but it passed quickly. "My neck might not hurt but my butt certainly does." He lifted his voice and spoke to the closed door. "Be right up!"

  Gavin swept himself to his feet and held out a hand to help Matthew up. "Are you suggesting that I should have bitten your ass as well?"

  "Wha—?" Matthew swatted at Gavin's hand. "Goodness gracious, what is wrong with you?"

  One of Gavin's eyebrows drifted up his forehead. "Oh, no, you don't. Don't you give me that puritanical bullshit, Mr. I've-Got-Fantasies-That-Could-Make-A-Porn-Star-Blush."

  Matthew opened his mouth to argue, then snapped it shut. He shrugged and reached for the offered hand. "You have a point."

  Gavin yanked him up onto his feet and wrapped both arms around him when Matthew swayed. "Don't worry, I liked it. Feel free to share those fantasies with me anytime." He rested their foreheads together. "Tell you what, for Round Two, I'll let you top."

  "Well, in that case, I better have two burgers," Matthew said, enjoying the unusual and no doubt fleeting heat coming off of Gavin's body. He missed it when Gavin let him go. "Maybe three."

  He watched Gavin lean down to pick up their clothes, getting an eyeful of Gavin's backside as Gavin did it. "Maybe even an energy drink or two."

  *~*~*

  Matthew took a long, hard look at his monitor. There was a headache slowly increasing in intensity behind his left eye and for what could have been the eighty-sixth time, Matthew had to shake his head in attempt to refocus. He should have been fine. He'd slept great, both he and Gavin had, and the new day hadn't brought any horrifying surprises. It had, however, brought some technological annoyances.

  He was frustrated, though not so much from the headache and more from the cotton-picking laptop's annoying attempts to slow him down. He'd had trouble connecting, though he'd resolved that issue fairly quickly with the help of one of Vaughn's shifters, Chuckles, who actually seemed rather stoic, but perhaps that was the point of the nickname, who had tweaked some of his permissions in the settings, and in doing so had found a drive that had contained all kinds of documents and reports that Matthew had never seen before. Important reports... reports that alluded to people of interest with some anomalies that were familiar: blood disorders, eye disorders. And a name that was more than familiar—Doctor Gavin Strauss. That's where the real frustration had started. Unfortunately, the links in the reports and documents on that drive that would have taken him to all the required details and findings were not accessible.

  'Permission denied' had become the laptop's quote of choice.

  When he felt hands drop on his shoulders and begin kneading his muscles, his reaction wasn't to lean into the sensation—no matter how good it felt—but to twist away. He looked back, squinted at Gavin and pointed at his screen. "You ever seen this?"

  Gavin peered, shrugged. "I'm not sure? Let me try and access it. I should be able to get into anything on this system."

  After four attempts and four flashes of the computer's taunt, 'Permission denied', it became obvious that Gavin didn't have nearly the free-range capabilities he thought he had.

  "Weird," Gavin sat back, then suddenly leaned forward and tried to type his credentials into the system yet again. "That makes no sense. I have an access level of ten. Volos, Dyball and I all do."

  "Do you think it's important?" Chuckles asked.

  "They wouldn't be keeping us out if it wasn't," Matthew said. "Can we get around it?"

  Gavin's fingers tapped the keyboard again. "Why would th
ey be hiding lab report findings?" He was getting his own version of the frown that had brought about Matthew's headache. "Especially from me? I know all their dirty little secrets."

  Matthew and Chuckles replied at the exact same time. "Obviously not."

  Chuckles looked up at Gavin as Gavin continued to squint at the monitor. "Want me to turn the lights down for you?"

  "Huh?" Gavin didn't seem to catch the reason behind the question. "No. I'm fine. My eyes aren't actually bothering me too much today. Listen, you think you can get us in to this? Can you hack it or whatever?"

  Chuckles shook his head. "Not from here. But..." He twisted his lips, pulled the laptop away from Gavin, and drew his fingertip along the mousepad. "Do you think that either of you can get access to one of your bosses' computers? If you can, I can run an executable that will get me in and I can find the database on their C drives where their passwords are stored. While you guys do your thing at the Center, I can review this other shit. If it's what I think it is, the dangerous info they don't want anyone else seeing, including you—" he looked pointedly at Gavin, " then we're not only going to have the vocal confirmation that Matthew wants, but cold, hard evidence in print."

  He stopped talking, tilted his head. "Your eyes look different."

  Matthew turned his attention from what Chuckles had been doing on the computer and he studied Gavin. "Do they?"

  Then he didn't need Chuckles' confirmation; he could see it with his own two eyes. The red that usually marred Gavin's sclera was significantly reduced. Instead of being almost nuclear, they looked more like the bloodshot eyes of someone who was mildly hung over.

  Matthew tugged his chair closer, only lifting his butt enough to move the chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his penlight. "And you say that the light isn't bothering you as much today?"

  "Not really, no. Not the overheads anyway." Gavin looked confused. As if he hadn't given the issue much thought. "Why?"