The rest of the questions were fairly straight forward. Where he served, whether or not he had seen combat, what sort of combat he had seen. He also spoke about his nightmares, and the stress that he often felt. By the time that the interview was over, Dr. Smith was grinning from ear to ear.
“You, my boy are the best candidate that we could have found,” He smiled, moving forward and lifting up one of the needles. “This will be quick, then you will be paid, and you can go home. Tomorrow morning you should return here and tell us whether or not you feel anything different.” He explained, waiting for Sam to nod before sliding the first needle into his arm.
Shots were never something that bothered Sam. They didn’t hurt that bad and he certainly had never been squeamish about things being stuck in his arms. He figured no shot would ever be worse than getting shot or stabbed, and during his rough teenage years he had been both shot and stabbed.
These shots though. They didn’t feel right. As soon as whatever was in the needles was pressed into his skin he felt a strange burn roll through his body. Hissing despite himself when the doctor pulled back, he grimaced at the feverish sensation that filled his body.
“How do you feel?” Dr. Smith asked, studying the other curiously and gently touching his arm.
“Like shit,” Sam admitted, grimacing when a sudden wave of nausea hit him. “Am I supposed to feel like shit so that I don’t focus on the shit that happened to me?” He suggested, his tone snarky and bitter as he rubbed at his forehead.
“The symptoms should wear off shortly. I apologize that you are in discomfort, and if you’d like you can go home and relax and return here in the morning, Of course, you will be compensated for tomorrow as well.” The doctor explained, resting a sympathetic hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Is two hundred for the day and another two hundred tomorrow going to suffice?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam felt as though he might faint at the idea of making four hundred dollars in a two day period. Nodding slowly, as if he were waiting for the man to tell him that it was all a practical joke. Four hundred dollars would make a huge difference in their lives. He could actually try to get a better job without worrying about looking for a daily job to make ends meet at the same time.
“Very good, you’re done for the day then,” The man smiled, moving over to his bag and pulling out a wad of cash for the other. “Here you are, make sure to be careful on your way home from work, alright?” he smiled patting the man on the shoulder, “And if you have any symptoms outside the discomfort you call me, anytime alright?” He smiled, handing the man his card.
Great, so if there were any other symptoms he’d have to send Marcus halfway down the street in order to get help. Still, the money was worth it. Marcus would be taken care of for a little while, at the very least, and maybe they’d have a shot at turning things around.
“See yah tomorrow Doc,” he waved, grimacing as he sat up and his body ached painfully. He needed a bath, a pack of cigarettes, alcohol, and a night wrapped up in Marcus’ arms.
Slipping out into the main entrance, he was glad to see the men he had encountered were no longer there. The last thing he wanted was to fight at that exact moment in time. Stepping out onto the street, he started the long trek home with a pained groan.
“Marcus, I’m home,” Sam rasped an hour later, his body aching and his head throbbing painfully. He felt sick. Almost sick as he did the time that he had pneumonia when he was thirteen, and wound up nearly dying because his mother couldn’t afford a doctor for him.
Swearing when he realized that Marcus wasn’t home yet, he slumped inside and into the bathroom. He didn’t just ache; he was in very distinguishable pain. Groaning as he stumbled into their bathroom, he looked into the mirror and grimaced at the red staining the whites around his caramel colored irises.
His skin was pale. His eyes were sunken. He looked like the dead come back to life.
“Sammy?” Marcus called into the apartment a few moments later. “Are you home, baby?”
“In here!” Sam gasped, grimacing as his stomach rolled painfully.
Was he dying? These shots were going to kill him, weren’t they? Two hundred dollars was not worth dying painfully in the bathroom of his apartment! Stumbling over to the toilet, he found himself heaving into the bowl a moment later.
“What are you doin’ in there, baby?” Marcus asked, opening the door to the bathroom a moment later and freezing when he saw the state his lover was in. “Oh my god, Sam!” He gasped, rushing forward and kneeling beside him.
Pressing back against his lover’s cool hands, Sam let out a moan and trembled in the man’s arms lightly. He was in so much pain that even the slight relief of Marcus’ cool palm against his forehead was a welcomed experience.
“Sammy what did they do to you?” Marcus asked, looking panicked as he trailed his fingers through Sam’s sweaty hair and pressed a shaking kiss to his forehead. “We should take you to the hospital! Oh God, Sam you’re burning up!” Sam just nodded stupidly in response, a new wave of pain leaving him doubled over in Marcus’ arms.
Slumping in Marcus’ arms as the other cradled him to his chest, he threw back his head with a scream when the pain shot like fire down his spine. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. Roaring in pain as he pushed himself away from Marcus, he stumbled into the main room and slumped to the ground feeling pain spike through his back as he shuddered.
Something was changing, shifting inside of him. Desperate to relieve the pain, his nails began to rake at his face and chest. Marcus was behind him in an instant, pulling him into his arms and looking down at him with huge eyes.
“Sam! What’s going on?” he sobbed, his eyes going wide when something seemed to change on Sam’s face. Sam couldn’t respond, his body felt as though it were on fire. Something inside his body was changing, his nails digging into his shoulders with a scream.
Before Sam could so much as take in another breath, he was reeling away from Marcus, blood pouring from the self-inflicted wounds on his body. He couldn’t stand up, something was wrong with his legs and arms. He couldn’t get them to work properly and for a moment, he swore he could see Roaring as he lurched forward, the pain suddenly stopping as he landed on all fours once again his vision blurred as Marcus let out a cry of distress.
Turning towards Marcus in confusion, he blinked as he opened his mouth to speak, and a low rumbling sound fell from his lips instead. Marcus let out a little shriek when he did so, scrambling back with his hands up in front of him.
“Sam! Sam, please don’t hurt me!” He whimpered, letting out a whine, when Sam moved forward in confusion. What was wrong with the man? Why would he ever hurt the angel of a man? Moving forward, he reached out towards the other and felt his eyes widen when he saw his own hand.
It was gone, and in its place was a paw. A massive clawed paw nearly the same size as Marcus’ head. Confusion rolling through him, he scrambled back, a roar falling from his lips as he rushed into the bedroom to look into their mirror.
The only time that he had ever seen a lion was on a movie screen when he was sixteen years old, and in pictures randomly scattered across books and magazines. Yet there was no mistaking the creature staring back at him with his own honeyed irises. He was a lion…a beast. Somehow, the doctor had changed him into some sort of monster.
“S-Sam?” Marcus’ terrified voice sounded behind him, the man’s eyes huge as he moved forward into the bedroom. “Baby are you still in there?” He whimpered, looking ready to run if Sam tried to lash out at him.
Sam tried to speak and calm down his distressed lover, but his voice coming out as a low rumbling sound that almost sounded like words. Realizing he couldn’t speak to Marcus, changed like he was, he instead moved forward and nuzzled against his shoulder lightly earning a relieved noise from Marcus as he did.
“You need to change back, please baby I want you back!” Marcus pointed out with a whimper, trembling as he held onto Sam’s mane with a whine. Sam felt
his heart clench in his chest at the desperation in the man’s words, wishing he could reassure the other so that he wouldn’t look so scared.
Instead, he pressed his nose to Marcus’ shoulder, his eyes closing when the man trailed his fingers over his mane. He had to change back. Pulling back, he lightly licked his hand before turning and glaring at the mirror. He had to change himself back to normal. He could do this.
Staring at himself, looking deep into his own eyes, he focused on what little human was left about him. He was not an animal. Whatever was happening, he could take care of it. He would protect Marcus just like he always did. They were going to be ok.
He didn’t notice that anything was changing until he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind. Trembling, he whimpered when he reached up and gently rested his own shaking fingers over Marcus’ hand gently.
“What happened?” He rasped, closing his eyes and relaxing when he felt Marcus’ lips dancing over his shoulder. He would be ok. He was alright. He was in control of his own body. He didn’t know what the doctor did to him, but whatever it was, he didn’t like it.
“Ya turned into a lion, Sam!” Marcus whimpered, trembling and waiting for Sam to turn around before slamming their lips together with a whine. “You were a God damn lion! I ain’t even seen a lion up close before and my God damn boyfriend just changed into one!” Closing his eyes as Marcus let out a little panicked sound, Sam slid his fingers through Marcus’ hair in an attempt to soothe him, the soft black strands sliding between his fingers slowly.
“I’m alright now, we’ll figure this out. I don’t care what the doctor said, we ain’t tellin him what happened,” Sam rasped, pulling back and cupping the other’s cheeks in his palms. Despite having just changed into a freak of nature, something inside him was stirring. He supposed it was the fear of dying, but whatever was happening to him, it was leaving a deep longing for the man in front of him throbbing through his body.
“Not telling him? Are you crazy? He might be the only person who knows what’s goin’ on!” Marcus snapped, trembling as he pressed against Sam’s warm hands. “You turned into a lion! As far as I know that’s not a normal reaction to shots!”
“Exactly! They couldn’t have done this on accident!” Sam insisted, trembling as he pulled Marcus closer to his chest. “Let’s just go to bed, alright doll? We’ll talk about this in the morning.” He attempted to calm the other, sighing when Marcus let out a whine of distress.
“Alright, but you should go talk to the doc in the morning ok?” He insisted, kissing his nose gently before allowing Sam to lay him down on the bed. Wrapping his arms around Marcus gently, Sam pressed his lips to his forehead when the other let out a shaking sigh.
He had no idea what was happening to him, but he’s positive that the doctor knew exactly what the shots were going to do to him when he gave them to him. He couldn’t go back to Dr. Smith, because, for all he knew, the man had planned all along to change him into a monster all along. Staring up at the ceiling as his lover rested fitfully against his chest, he tried to ignore the strange feeling building up in the pit of his stomach.
The sensation that had been building up in the pit of his stomach the night before only seemed to be worse when his eyes fluttered open the next morning. Instead of remaining a deep throb, it had settled into a steady thrum that left his body arching slightly off the bed. It wasn’t anticipation as he thought it had been the night before, it was arousal that was flooding through his body.
Rolling over with a groan, in a vain attempt to pull away from his still sleeping lover, he felt his body shudder at the warm scent rolling off of his boyfriend’s body. It was a scent that left his groin throbbing painfully, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out and to trail his fingertips over Marcus’ sides.
Watching as Marcus’ eyes fluttered open with a soft noise of complaint; he lurched forward and sealed their lips together heatedly. He didn’t know why he needed the man so badly, but he was pretty sure he was going to go insane if he didn’t take the man right then and there.
“Sam, what are you doin’?” Marcus moaned at the kiss, squeaking when he felt Sam’s hand slide between his legs and slowly start grinding his palm against his groin. “Sam!” he gasped, quivering as he let the man move over him slowly.
“Sorry baby, but I need you,” Sam groaned, leaning down and sliding their lips together with a moan. He was being driven by animalistic desire, the beast residing inside of him commanding him to take the man sprawled out in front of him.
Making quick work of their clothes, Sam spread Marcus’ legs while placing quick, lusty kisses over his lover’s pale chest and up his neck. Sliding his fingers over Marcus’ sides, he leaned in and sealed their lips together, loving the way that he arched upwards towards his touch.
“Gorgeous,” Sam’s voice rumbled from his throat lowly, his nails slowly trailing down Marcus’ thighs and coaxing an adoring keen from his lover. Moaning, he snagged onto the jar of Vaseline resting on the counter beside their bed before smearing it over his fingers and moving Marcus onto his side.
“Sam!” Marcus gasped at the sudden intrusion the moment that Sam’s finger slipped inside of him, his entire body arching when Sam’s lips wrapped around one of his nipples and his teeth dragged across the bud slowly. “What’s got ya so worked u-up?” Marcus whimpered when Sam lifted one of his legs onto his shoulder and moved him onto his side.
“Don’t know,” Sam moaned, leaning down and sliding their lips together with a groan. “Just know I want ya bad, doll,” he mumbled against his lips, pulling one of his lips into his mouth and sucking, delighting in the little squeak that Marcus lets out in response.
Loving the way that Marcus opened up so easily around his finger, Sam quickly added a second one into his lover’s puckered opening, growling dominantly, when the ebony haired beauty threw back his head and let out a lewd groan. Marcus was his, and he wanted everyone to know that.
“Mine,” he groaned, sucking a mark onto his lover’s skin and plunging his fingers into Marcus’ sweet-spot. His lover was clawing at the bed by the time he pulled his fingers out of the man, the desperation on his face as clear as the desire on Sam’s.
“I’m yours!” Marcus gasped, his pupils blown and his mouth hanging open as silent moans fell from his lips.
Sam didn’t need more of an invitation to continue, slicking his shaft with the Vaseline as Marcus squirmed and pleaded for him to take him, was almost enough to leave him spilling into his own hand right then and there. Taking a few deep breaths to regain control of himself, he lifted Marcus’ leg onto his shoulder before sliding in between his legs.
Pressing into Marcus had always been amazing, but right then? It was absolutely perfect. Pressing his face to the other’s thigh, he rolled his hips forward, a hiss falling from his lips as Marcus threw back his head and his toes curled at their sides. Sam could barely hold on long enough to let the man adjust before he started to slam into his lover, his heart pounding in his ears while his mind continued to repeat the same mantra.
His. His. His.
Biting, sucking, and scratching at every inch of skin that he could get to, Sam marked Marcus as his own. He wanted the man and everyone else in the world to know that Marcus belonged to him. He didn’t care about what others might think, or that Marcus would have to hide his marks. All he cared about right then and there was his lover.
Feeling the man arch under him with a delicious cry, Sam sank his teeth into the other’s shoulders and felt Marcus tighten around him suddenly. Watching the way that Marcus arched his back, he groaned when he felt the man’s cum spray over his stomach. Letting out his own groan, Sam leaned down and slid their lips together with a groan finding his own release deep inside his lover a few thrusts later.
The sensation of longing and desperation slowly started to fade from his abdomen, his body sated with his release. Slumping against the other’s chest, he groaned and let Marcus trail his slender fingers through his sw
eaty hair.
“Mnh…” Marcus yawned, his lips pressing against Sam’s as he regained his breath, “Not that I’m complaining, but where in the world did that come from, Sammy?” He giggled softly, his fingers lightly pulling at Sam’s shaggy blond hair.
“Not sure, doll,” Sam admitted, sitting up and pressing a kiss slowly to Marcus’ chest. “I just felt like I needed you, and well, I’m glad that I did.” He laughed, sitting up and pulling the man into his arms. “I’ll go start up a bath while you relax alright?” He insisted with a smile, pressing his lips to his lover’s face while the man reveled in his post orgasmic bliss.
He wasn’t sure if the new sex drive was part of the change to his system, but if that was one of the symptoms he wasn’t complaining. The look on Marcus’ face was enough to put a smile on his own face. Whatever was happening with him, he knew that they could figure it out.
“I still think that you should go talk to the doctor,” Marcus mumbled, sitting on the bed a few hours later wearing only one of Sam’s baggy shirts. Sam sighed as he lay out across Marcus’ lap and trailed his fingertips slowly over his lover’s pale legs.
“I don’t know how good of an idea that would be, doll,” Sam mumbled, pressing his lips to the man’s naked thigh before looking up at him. “They did this to me,” he reminded the other, holding up his hand and allowing his fingers to momentarily be replaced with claws. “I don’t necessarily trust them not to be up to something a bit more than just changing me into a monster.”
“You ain’t a monster, baby,” Marcus insisted, trailing his fingers through Sam’s hair slowly. “It’s a bit weird, yeah, but you’re still you.” He smiled warmly letting out a happy giggle when Sam sat up and crawled over him.
“Thanks, doll,” Sam mumbled against his lips, sliding his fingers through his lover’s hair gently. He was just pressing the man’s back against the sheets when he heard a fist pound against the front door. “Son of a bitch,” he growled, moving to his feet and pulling on a shirt while Marcus pulled the sheets up over his bare legs behind him.
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