Usual disclaimers apply. Men will be having sex with each other in this story. Don't read it if you don't want to or if it's illegal for you to do so. Additionally, they won't be using condoms, because it's fantasy. In real world, please wrap it.
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"Still feel up for pizza?" I asked, feeling chipper. Chipper, for fuck's sake!
"Always."
"Excellent. You can tell me why you want to risk your life and possibly mine, as your mate, by having me rip that bear out of you."
Drew sighed as we left the office. The doors locked themselves as we left.
Drew took me to a pizza place I didn't know existed, but I think it was good. I remember feeling ravenous, but that's about all I remember. I do recall riding in his truck (of course he drives a pick up) and just watching the street lights and buildings go by. I wasn't even really paying attention to where we were going. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. It was nice.
I smiled at him and yawned. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, it took me a moment to realize I was not in my own bed. I could feel the sheets were softer than mine, and they smelled like Drew. It was an easy enough conclusion that he had taken me back to his place. I also noticed that I was naked. Normally, I at least wear some sort of underwear, but I have to say that the feeling of his sheets on my hard cock--I wasn't sure if I spent more time hard or soft anymore--made me smile in satisfaction.
I was a little disappointed when I opened my eyes to find that I was alone in the bed. His room was smallish, especially considering his size and the size of the bed, but it was well kept and got lots of light. I got up and took a piss and made my way to the kitchen; it smelled like Drew was making coffee. I don't know why I hadn't bothered to look for my clothing, but me and my bouncing dick made our way down the hallway to what looked like the living area, and possibly kitchen.
I rubbed my eyes as I entered the room and said through a stifled yawn. "I missed feeling your cock this morning."
A voice I didn't recognize replied "The morning's not over yet, sunshine."
Feeling the blood rush to my face, I slowly opened my eyes to see a handsome man sitting at a small table with a newspaper. He looked youngish and slightly smaller than Drew, but similarities in build and facial features told me he could very likely also be a werebear. A quick shift in vision confirmed it for me. Surprisingly, I made no move to hide myself.
"Umm..I'm sorry. I thought Drew was here. I didn't even consider that anyone else would be. This is awkward."
The young man smiled and shifted his chair to face me more as he opened his legs a little. If he wasn't intending to show me that he had a pretty big cock himself that was making his jeans bulge, he was doing a good job of faking it.
"No need to apologize. Drew left to get some breakfast. He said you might be up before he got back. He didn't mention that you'd be naked and sexy, though."
I continued to blush. Normally, I would not feel this out of control of a situation. Hell, normally, I would have just left to find some clothes, but something made me want to stay and talk with him. And the more I looked at him, the more I wanted to see what those jeans were hiding. All of this felt insane, given the fact that I just met my husband, though I guess that's a little insane too.
My attention snapped back as he made a move to stand. "I should be the one apologizing. Hi. I'm James, Drew's room mate." He said as he walked over to shake my hand.
As I shook his hand, I felt more attracted to him and my cock jumped a little, which he chuckled at. My face felt very warm now. "Patrick" I said.
"So you're Drew's mate, eh? You definitely smell like it. That's awesome!" He seemed genuinely pleased. He also seemed very hard and rather thick.
I rubbed my neck, still feeling embarrassed and out of sorts, but trying to pull it together. "Yeah, I am. It's a little strange for me."
James nodded. "So, wanna fuck around `til he gets back?"
I blinked.
He continued, "If not, that's cool, obviously. You're just fucking sexy as hell, and I wouldn't mind sucking you off and maybe seeing how tight Drew left you." His matter-of-fact tone was what confused me the most about his proposal.
More shocking, I found myself saying, "Sure."
James grabbed my cock and squeezed as I closed my eyes. I felt him come in close and start kissing my neck and I gasped. There was something different about this than my interaction with Drew. This was just sex. It was almost like shaking hands, only a lot more fun. James went from my neck and kissed his way down to my crotch. I opened my eyes to see him smiling with my cock next to his face. He was busy fiddling with his belt and jeans.
When he finally managed to free his own cock, it looked a little shorter than Drew's but almost as thick. He grinned as he started sucking on the tip of my cock, teasing me. His technique was more practiced than Drew's, but it didn't feel as intense. He jacked and squeezed his cock while he took all of me in his mouth and throat.
I moaned. "Oh fuck!" and I felt him groan on my dick, which made me shiver. He started bobbing up and down in earnest and it wasn't long before I felt a very satisfying orgasm take cover.
"Fuck!" I yelled and flooded his mouth and throat with cum. He spent a few minutes letting my cock get a little softer in his mouth before cleaning it with his tongue, making sure not to overtax my sensitive member.
James stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth that was turned up into a grin. He stepped closer and spoke quietly. "I could taste him on you. It was hot."
There was something about his face and the way he said it that made it sound like a compliment somehow. I could only nod in response.
"You still want me?" He said as he slapped his hard cock against my body. It was slick with his pre-cum. He leaked so much that it left a small puddle on the floor; it must be a werebear thing.
I did still want him. "Yes" I said softly.
He kissed me gently on the lips before turning me around and guiding me to a couch in the living area. I put my hands on the back of their sofa and bent slightly, preparing for what I knew was coming. I felt him insert one finger and then another. I wanted something larger and moaned approvingly.
"Fuck, he left you damn wet but still pretty fucking tight." That confused me because Drew hadn't fucked me for a least several hours, before we ate last night anyway.
James removed his fingers and I felt the flared head of his cock position itself against my waiting hole. "Ready?" he asked.
I responded by simply pressed back on him. He made no attempt to move and let me force the head of his cock in my ass. The head was large enough that there was a little pain on entry, but after a few seconds of adjustment I started feeding my ass more of him. He must have taken this as a sign, and he pushed all the way in. I would guess he was about 10 inches long. It was a surprise and I attempted to not tense up. I was also surprised that it was initially only uncomfortable instead damn painful. I felt his balls rest against me. Once he was all the way in, he let his cock sit there for a few seconds before thrusting in just a little deeper. Fucker. I gasped and he slapped the side of my ass before gripping my hips tightly.
James took a few minutes to slowly work his way out and in. "You're nice and tight. How do you like my cock?"
I was hard again, shocking I know, and leaking. "Fuck me, please." Yet again, I felt like I wasn't the one in control of my voice.
He chuckled and started doing just that. His assault on my ass was not gentle, and I loved it. It wasn't long before his thick cock hit my prostate enough that I felt my second orgasm of the morning hit, staining their couch.
James grunted at the squeezing my ass was giving his cock and thrust once more in my ass, and then I felt him throb as hot cum filled me.. He must have shot of twenty times before finally stopping and resting his body against mine. After a minute he pulled himself out.
"Wait here for a sec." He said giving my ass a smack before walking off. I had no idea where he was going, but I knew I wanted to sit down.
I heard him coming back up behind me before I felt something warm and wet against the skin of my inner thighs. He must have gotten a wash cloth and was now cleaning my legs and ass, being very careful at the hole. I appreciated that. After he was finished, he helped me over to a chair that he must have put a towel on. I gave my legs a much needed break as I looked up at him. He was wiping off his own cock.
James met my eyes and smiled sincerely, as if nothing odd or objectionable had just happened. I, on the other hand, felt more than a little conflicted. When he was done, he simply pulled his pants back up and went to put the washcloths in the laundry. He came back and sat down.
"Hey, I meant to ask. Did you want some coffee?"
I just nodded, not knowing what to say to the my mate's roomie, who I just let fuck me.
After he had gone into the kitchen to get a cup for me, I found that my legs felt stronger, and I made my way back to Drew's room. In the background I heard James saying something about sugar from the kitchen. I felt dazed and was trying not to panic about what I was going to tell Drew about just happened. There was no way he wouldn't be able to smell James on me.
I had managed to get almost completely dressed when I heard the front door open and close. I froze, trying to listen to the interaction between James and Drew. I could hear conversation, but not what was said. No one's voice raised, so I assumed James didn't say anything about me to Drew. I heard Drew coming down the hall and rushed to put my socks on. When he came into the room I was finishing with my second sock. I looked up and saw his beaming face.
"Hey babe, I got breakfast. Lots of it. I hope you're hungry." He said.
I was hungry, but didn't really feel like eating, which felt strange..
The pressure in my head was mounting, and I was afraid I'd blow the building circuits unintentionally unless I said something. "Drew. I have to say something that's difficult."
He frowned. "Ok." he said as he sat down next to me on the bed.
"I don't really know how to phrase this, but I had sex with your roommate this morning." I managed to get it out without my pitch wavering. As a point of interest, I've threatened extra planar beings of massive power without breaking a sweat, but this difficult.
"Yeah..." he said still looking and sounding concerned.
Maybe he was confused, so I attempted to clarify the situation. "I, your new mate, just let your roommate suck my cock, and dump a large load of his cum in my ass." I admit it was a little blunt, but I needed some kind of reaction from Drew.
"Right. I felt it while it was happening, and I could almost smell it from the hall. Did he hurt you or something?" He said and started looking almost angry at the possibility that James might have hurt me.
Okay, maybe I was the one who was confused. "Maybe I don't know what being a mate means then...if I can just fuck your roommate and there's nothing wrong with it."
His expression softened considerably. "I'm sorry. I kind of forgot this is still really new for you."
"Clearly." I said, not feeling relaxed.
"You know how it feels when we're together?" He asked.
"Yes." The thought of it, of just him even, made me feel a little calmer.
"Was it like that this morning?"
"No. It was more casual. Really personal, but still kind of casual."
"Yup" He smiled as if that explained everything.
"Drew, I'm kind of being put through a wringer here. You're going to need to go into some more detail before I get a strong desire to blow off steam by summoning a snowstorm." I tried to make it clear that it was not a figure of speech by having the sunny become cloudy.
He took his hand in mine, which helped, before going on. "Patrick, I don't know how much you know about werebears, but we're not exactly monogamous in the same way that other weres sometimes are. We can get a little territorial about our mates while the bond is initially taking effect, but after it's set, there's no need to worry. I know you're mine, and I know that you know that I'm yours.
This didn't really clarify anything for me, but I sort of appreciated the effort. "So what's the point, then?"
"Oh fucked if I know. I don't know that people falling in love has a point either, but it happens."
I considered the possible implications of all this for a moment.
"What about kids?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Well, we can keep trying, but I think we may have to adopt."
I gave his hand a mild shock. "No. I mean if werebears aren't exactly monogamous, how do you know who the father is?"
"Oh" He finally seemed to catch on. "Male/female mated pairs don't have sex with other people unless they're expecting. And we're not all that fertile, anyway."
I narrowed my eyes. I still wasn't quite sure how this worked. He rightly took it as a signal to continue. "What did you feel when you met James?"
I thought about it. "Mostly I was embarrassed for being naked and thinking he was you."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, it was like seeing a hot guy at the bar that you want to screw. Just sort of a chemical attraction."
Drew's face brightened. "Yes! Exactly! You had an extra attraction to him. Did it feel like it was when you met me?"
"No, it wasn't nearly as strong, and not as emotional."
"And do you feel connected to him now?"
I thought about it. "Not especially. He seems like a nice guy, I guess."
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes." I answered without thinking about it.
"It's a different kind of bond. You're not mated to each other, but definitely more than being casual friends. It's a werebear thing."
"So every time I meet another werebear, this is going to happen? And why now? I must met, and I know I've at least seen, a werebear before now just out in the world." This was getting silly.
Drew was trying to figure out how to answer the question. "No, this won't happen every time you meet another werebear. Now that I think about it, it was likely going to happen since James and I are good friends. It's not all that rare, but it doesn't happen all the time either. It's fun when it does happen though. " he grinned at the last bit.
"And it's happening to me now because...?"
Drew nodded, "I don't think you're becoming a werebear based on how you smell, but you're definitely coming about as close as you can get. Nice beard, by the way. I can only guess, but I think the fact we've mated kind of flipped a switch."
I ran my hand through my completely full beard that I didn't realize I had. Something crossed my mind about my encounter with James. "And why did James say that you left me wet? I can't have been that wet from the last time you fucked me. Do I have special `werebear ass lube' powers now, too?"
Drew blushed a little, which I found cute---which annoyed me. He finally said, "We kind of had sex last night."
"Did we?" I did not like the idea that we had sex and I had apparently blacked out.
"Three times."
"Jesus Christ, Drew! How could you have fucked me three times last night and I don't remember it? That's not ok."
He looked crestfallen. "I didn't know you blacked out. You really seemed to want to at the time. The blackouts aren't that uncommon when people are turning. I think it has something to do with changes in brain chemistry, but I didn't think you were turning. I still don't. I guess I should have thought about it as a possibility, though. I'm sorry."
I found that I hated seeing him upset, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Did I at least seem to enjoy it?"
He smiled "By the third time you were pretty tired, but yeah, you seemed to have good time." I sighed and thought about life for a few minutes. Drew was considerate and let me be quiet, which I appreciated. In some ways, I had to admit he was a good match for me.
"Drew while we're in a sharing mood, do you mind telling me about the whole `not wanting to be a werebear anymore' thing?"
His face darkened and he retreated from me physically. Now it was my turn to be concerned. I didn't like it. It wasn't as if I had never been concerned about people before, but this was different.
"I turned someone." He said quietly.
"Ok. I imagine that must happen from time to time." I said, not understanding the real problem, but not trying to be a dick about it.
"Not to me, it doesn't, and even if we decide to turn someone to be with them...more openly..it's supposed to be consensual. And we're definitely never supposed to turn kids."
That put a new twist on things. "So what happened?"
Drew settled into what looked like an uncomfortable posture and began his story. "Sometimes I like to spend time in the woods, and sometimes I like to be a bear. I'll camp out for a few days, and enjoy myself. I always make sure I'm not near any campgrounds or anything."
He paused for a few moments struggling to replay the incident. I noticed he refused to make eye contact with me. "A week and a half ago, I woke up to a bug or something that I tried to swat away, only it wasn't a bug." Drew was almost in tears now. "Some stupid kid, he could have only been about 7, had found me and decided to get too close. Who the fuck doesn't tell their kid to avoid sleeping bears?" He was really restraining himself.
I put my hand on his leg which he tried to avoid, but I wouldn't let him.
When he was ready, he continued. "The kid must have found me while I was sleeping and decided to touch me. When I swatted him, one of my claws caught him on the arm. The tiniest bit closer and I could have severed an artery. As it was, I only just barely scratched him with one claw. He flipped out and ran screaming. Then I flipped out when I realized what happened. I shifted back to human form and tried to track him down."
Tears were coming out of Drew's eyes at this point, but he wouldn't wipe them away, and he was desperately trying not to sob.
"I followed him back to his campsite. He frantically tried to tell his dad what happened, but his dad didn't believe him given how small the scratch was. He played along, though, and tried to help his son `track down the bear,' me. Of course they didn't. I got the license plate on their car when they finally packed up and left. I used it to find their address, I've driven by a few times. In a few weeks, the moon will be full and that kid will turn into a bear cub. And it's my fault."
I let him sit for a minute or so to collect himself. I got him a tissue and handed it to him. "So you think if you can stop being a werebear, you can keep him from turning" I surmised.
"I would rather not have to kill myself, but I would. And now that I've found you, I've managed to fuck up your life, too!"
It was hard to watch it, but my massive new husbear collapsed into sobs. I held him as best as I could and just let him cry. After a few minutes, he got quieter.
"Drew, I know it's hard to talk about, but have you told anyone else?"
He looked at me with tired, red eyes and shook his head.
I briefly considered disposing of the kid and his father. It wouldn't be difficult, but I suspected Drew wouldn't approve. A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Do you need to go to the daycare today?" I asked.
It seemed to help snap him back to the more mundane details of life. "No, I told the manager I wouldn't be in today."
"Ok, give me a second." I said, realizing I should probably contact Gabe given the hour. I focused on a telepathic connection.
-Gabe?-
-Yes, Captain Sleepy Head?-
-Don't be a dick, I'm having a week-
-Fine, ruin all my fun. Do you plan on being in today?-
-Yes...at some point. I'm just not sure when. My bond with Drew is adding certain complications to his original reason for coming in the shop.-
-That sounds fun. And by fun, I mean shitty.-
-Pretty much. I need you to research ways of safely removing lycanthropy from subjects without their knowledge.-
-Uhh...ok. Is there something you want to tell me, Patrick?-
-No, I'm not a werebear. At least I'm pretty sure I'm not. Maybe.-
-Screw that. I was worried about me-
I mentally sighed at him
-You're not a werebear either.-
-Excellent-
-Just get to work, please-
-On it-
I let the link drop.
Drew was the first to speak. "Gabe can be kind of a prick sometimes, eh?"
"Sometimes, but I think he means well enough....wait, tell me you didn't pick any of that up?"
"Sorry, but yeah. Some of it. Not everything, though."
"Fuck. That's new." I attempted to process that new piece of information. Clearly the mating bond was not just affecting me. "Let me know if you start accidentally conjuring lightning or something."
Drew laughed.
"Yeah, I'm kind of not joking about that."
He stopped.
At that point James shouted at us from the kitchen. "Can we eat already? How long do you plan on going at it?"
Perfect, just perfect. "He thinks we're fucking in here, doesn't he?" I asked.
Drew nodded. "Yup, sounds like it."
"Is this going to be awkward because of earlier?"
"He isn't going to feel awkward about it, but he's slept with both of us. So.."
I guess I should have realized that they probably fucked around, but I hadn't thought of it. I wasn't sure if it bothered me or not.
Drew went on. "I do feel a little sorry for James. He's been pretty desperate about finding a mate. I think he might be a little jealous of us. Do you think he and Gabe would get along?"
I had trouble picturing anyone living with Gabe without wanting to strangle him. Their living situation made me wonder a few things. "Drew, is it just happenstance that you're living with another gay werebear? It just seems like an odd coincidence to me." I asked as I got up and looked for my shoes.
"They're in the other room by the front door" he said, clearly knowing what I was looking for. "And I guess it would be an odd coincidence if either of us were gay. Frequently weres live with each other. It saves on having difficult conversations with humans. Besides, is it weird for you to work with another gay warlock?"
That made me stop and give him a looked that demanded more information.
"Most werebears are just generally horny and don't have a huge preference between men and women." he said simply. "A few have a preference toward one gender, but mostly we'll go either way."
So perhaps I shouldn't have assumed he was gay, but when you feel this connected to someone and you keep finding out semi-significant parts of their lives, that you feel like you should already know, it's a little jarring.
"I think I just need to eat something" I said, feeling a headache coming on.
He nodded and we got up and made our way to the kitchen.
Drew didn't skimp on breakfast. There were several dozen doughnuts, a dozen breakfast sandwiches, all kinds of fruit. He had even gotten a few pounds of sausages. I don't know where he managed to find a breakfast deli.
Sitting beside Drew and James didn't feel as weird as I thought it would. I didn't get any further vibe from James apart from a friendly demeanor. He did seem like a nice guy. Gabe would wreck him, or he'd kill Gabe. Either way.
I was fairly quiet during the meal. For the most part I was stuffing my face, but I found I liked seeing Drew and James interact. It gave me a little more insight into my new found mate. They joked and laughed and generally let themselves just be themselves. I realized I never had much of a chance to just look at him when he wasn't also focused on me. I noticed for the first time that his hair curled just a little in the back and that he clearly took time to trim his beard regularly--that or it just naturally stopped growing in a very groomed fashion. He was, in many way, a normal, sweet, happy-go-lucky guy who just happened to be able to turn into a bear. It was all very charming. Usually, guys like this would just annoy me; I don't know why, they just would. Drew was different, and I realized I would do very, very dark things to whomever made him unhappy.
I had to admit I was a little envious. Warlocks of any significant power spend a lot of time and effort suppressing our natural tendencies for satisfying amounts of destruction and chaos. Anything too flashy, and the rest of the warlock community will erase you. These guys were just comfortable being themselves.
I estimated that I ate about three times as much in this one meal as I normally do all day before feeling sated. I took a moment to close my eyes and take it all in. It was a nice, centered feeling.
"Uhh...Patrick?" I heard Drew say hesitantly.
"Yes?" I said, staying relaxed with my eyes closed.
"You're glowing."
I opened my eyes and sure enough, he was right. I was glowing with a moderately bright golden light. "Huh, that hasn't happened since...well, it's been awhile." I left it at that. I didn't really want to go into the fact that last time I felt this happy was before my last boyfriend died. I thought it might sour the mood.
Both James and Drew looked apprehensive.
"So nothing's wrong?" Drew asked.
"Not all. Just the opposite."
"Ok..."
I smiled "My power is tied, in part, to my emotional states. Right now, I'm very happy. So, I'm just sloughing off some excess energy in the form of light. It's harmless, but also a little showy I guess."
"What does he mean, `his power' ?" James asked.
Drew winced a little. "I forgot to mention that Patrick is a warlock."
James whistled. "Ok. Well, your dad might freak a little bit."
"Yeah I know." Drew said, but he didn't seem very worried. I concluded that werebears are sort of generally laidback, making them frustrating to read unless they're very stressed.
In my youth, references to my heritage as a negative might have offended me or made me feel concerned, but I got used to people not liking warlocks years ago. If push came to shove, I was quite certain I could take an aging werebear who had bone to pick with a warlock.
My glow faded
"Are you still happy?" Drew said, sounding curious more than anything else.
"Very. I just don't have a need to get rid of any excess energy."
"Maybe I should have asked before, but what sorts of things can you do?"
"Yeah." James chimed in.
"Lots of stuff. A warlock is only limited by their power, knowledge, and talent. I'm quite powerful, somewhat knowledgeable, and talented in only a few areas."
"Oh, like how some people can dance but other people can't." Drew reasoned.
"Sort of. It has to do with bloodline. My family is gifted at manipulating the elements. So, I can cause a tornado without much thought, but I suck at more subtle forms of magic. People call us `Stormlords'. It's cheesey, but it fits."
"What `people' and what do you mean subtle magic?"
It was a little like talking to a child, but I didn't mind. I didn't think he was stupid, just curious. "By `people' I mean other warlocks. And I'm complete shit at gathering information, scrying, and emotional manipulation. Fortunately, Gabe is pretty handy in those areas."
"Gabe is his assistant/former lover." Drew answered the look on James' face.
"Oh." James replied. He seemed more interested in watching us talk than anything else. I probably would have been, too.
"Are there lots of `Stormlords', then? I don't see a lot of lightning being thrown around." Drew said, and I think he was trying to make a joke of it. Little did he know...
My tone was sardonic "Oh we throw lightning around. It's why there aren't many of us left."
They both looked confused.
"Warlocks, as a community, have a...flexible...sense of loyalty to each other. As a whole we don't want to be discovered, but we all also have an innate desire to play with our toys, so to speak. So, those of us with more spectacular toys, and less self-discipline, tend to get hunted down."
"By each other?!" Drew said, seeming shocked.
"Who better?"
James chimed in again "That must make for a rough childhood."
I only smiled, not really wanting to rehash family drama just then.
At that moment I yawned and felt a sudden and staggering urge to sleep.
Drew and James grinned at each other.
"What?" I asked.
Drew explained "It's the food. Your body should adjust, but for a few weeks, you'll need some rest after meals. We should go nap. I feel bad for leaving you alone this morning."
Drew and I walked back to his room, leaving James to nibble on what was left. When he closed the door he started undressing, and I was again captivated by his body. It was equal parts sexual interest and just plain fascination, a desire to know him completely.
He chuckled. "Go on. I don't put on a show for free."
I started to undress. When we were both naked we crawled under his sheets, and I rested my head against his shoulder and chest as he wrapped his arm around me. From this position, his scent was strong and it was both calming and intoxicating, accelerating my sleepiness. Before dozing off I heard him say, "My beautiful warlock..."
I think I must have woken up first because I could hear him snoring and his breathing was slow. I opened my eyes and saw a sizable cock-shaped tent in his sheets. I decided to wake him up and slid down under the sheets.
I had most about half of his huge cock in my mouth, opening my throat, when we woke up, chuckling.
"What's a bear to do?" he said as he pulled the sheet off of us.
The taste of his cock and pre-cum made my ass twitch with desire and expectation.
He must have sensed something because he gave it light smack.
"You really can't get enough cock for your ass, can you?"
I took my head off his dick "I've always liked getting fucked, but whatever's going on between us has turned up the dial on that. When we're together it's like I can't get enough sometimes."
Drew got an evil grin and said, "Let's test that theory. James, get in here!" He yelled.
I became excited and nervous as my own erection throbbed painfully.
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