Meta and the Marine 9

A different take on the traditional M/M werewolf romance topic: less romantic, less traditional, more disturbing and with conniving wolves, vampires and submissive marines.

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Comments can be emailed to MetaWolf@gmx.com. Depending on reception, I will post more chapters.


JAR

Meta & the Marines

CHAPTER 9

"Come in."

"It's CE," the big boy stated unnecessarily with an innocent teddy bear smile.

Colt moaned as he tried to sit up in his bed.

"How are you doing today, vampire killer?"

For some reason Colt thought, CE had become much more talkative since Wednesday night. Maybe, because he finally committed to becoming their Meta. Maybe because he'd rescued the big man from malicious arrows, maybe because he killed a vampire. Maybe because of all of it.

"Better, but I'm running out of pain killers soon."

"We'll get you some more. Lunch's coming," CE lifted the brown bag in his hand.

"Shame I can't shift and speed heal." Colt suppressed another moan to sit up to eat.

"Yeah it's quite a thing." CE put himself in front of Colt's bed, with the bag next to him.

"Maybe you need to turn me into a shifter."

CE's eyebrows twitched amused. "Not sure that's possible."

"No biting and I turn into a werewolf?" Colt joked trying to cover his body. Stupid, he thought, this big guy had seen his scrawny body before.

"Not that I know. Doesn't even work with vampires."

"But that's what all the stories say ..."

"Can't believe everything Hollywood tells you, young man ..." CE reprimanded him mockingly.

"Shame, and I thought we could get Taylor Lautner to join our pack." Colt tried to imitate the lustingly dreamy eyes of a teenage girl.

CE smiled a bit smug. "I would have thought he's much too small for your taste ... don't you like your wolves kind of ... big?"

Colt blushed a bit. "I guess I won't have secrets in front of you guys ..."

CE finally took out the food from the bag and put a deliciously smelling pumpkin soup onto Colt's lap, taking another cup for himself sitting back on the floor.

"Nope. So no need to hide your body either," CE commented en passant.

Colt blushed even more. He wanted to change topic away from his insecurities and pointed to CE's cup of soup: "No meat in this one, wolf."

CE smiled as if he knew what Colt was doing, but didn't say anything about. "I know. Brian said that we need to provide you with a diverse diet, not being a wolf shifter and such."

"But for you?"

"It's ok. It's quite okay. And this evening we're going to have a big bloody steak." There was a hint of satisfaction in the big guy's voice indicating that every suffering would have an end.

"Will you?"

"We will, Meta. Of course you're coming with us. Third day in bed is enough." It was obvious CE didn't think exhaustion and slicing one's hand warranted more than three days in bed.

"I guess I have no choice in that matter." Colt bent forward and ruffled CE's short teddy bear brown hair.

CE pulled away instinctively.

Colt looked at him with a bit of concern. Had he done something wrong?

"Sorry. Need to get used to the fact I can be touched by you now ...," CE apologized with a hint of blushing. He decided that the plastic spoon was not a proper utensil and started to drink the soup out of the cup.

"Prime forbad it before?" Colt assumed.

"Absolutely. When he smelled you on Brian or me, he went berserk."

Colt nodded. He remembered having to push Prime for allowing Brian to touch Colt in the movies.

"He is a bit of a control freak."

"Typical alpha, but it's okay. It was for my best." CE sounded actually convinced about what he said; but normally CE wouldn't say anything he wasn't convinced about. His enforcer genes or his wolf wouldn't allow it.

"How so?" The pumpkin was deliciously rich. Seemed somebody put some extra cream in it.

"If you touched me too much, I would do unspeakable things. Maybe even losing my purity; and that would be bad for the pack, finding and being accepted by a meta and so." The big buff guy talking about `purity' was not without irony or appeal.

"No self control?"

CE growled a bit, while waiting for Colt to finish the orange colored soup.

"Do you know what your smell does to me?" CE looked directly into Colt's cold grey eyes as if to transfer the feeling through them.

"I would assume the same yours does to me ..."

"Worse. You're human. You've learnt to control your instincts and emotions over the millennia. Us wolves, we just let them out. When I smelled you the first time ... no, when I saw you the first time in the classroom, I got hard, so fucking hard. The smell of you being actually in the same room drove me crazy. I wanted to suck you off on the spot." He took Colt's empty cup and put it into the empty plastic bag, giving the boy an enticing looking chicken burger.

"I could get used to this room service," Colt commented. They'd brought him food every day, three times actually. Terrence had already made dirty jokes. He was just envious.

"Well, you'll order, Sir, and you shall get."

"'Sir?'"

"Sorry, not appropriate ... yet." CE didn't look really sorry but happy with it.

"Yet?"

"When you are the Meta, it would be."

"Not sure it would."

"You can decide on something else. `Boss,' or `Meta,' or something like that," CE suggested taking a big bite which basically made a third of the burger disappear.

"I feel that's important to you."

Brown friendly eyes lit up. CE spread fresh scents of recently plowed soil. "Yes. Makes me all jittery when I say it." He nearly blushed, so Colt reached over and touched the scratchy cheeks with the back of his hands to say: `It's okay. Nobody else here.'

"I like jittery strong boys," Colt said instead.

"Nobody has called me a `boy' for a long time," CE stated in way that only could mean he liked it as well.

"I guess it's not only me who has to change."

CE took Colt's uninjured hand into his and kissed it lightly. "Do you like your men cleanly shaven or scruffy?"

Colt grabbed the burger in front of him, trying not to soil the bandages on this right hand.

"Both. Scruffy looks, I mean ruggedly handsome, but clean shaven." Colt hoped he didn't insult the whole pack with his declared preferences. Prime and CE were ruggedly handsome but not clean shaven, Brian was clean shaven but not really rugged.

"I guess I'll shave for tonight then," CE commented like making a mental note to himself.

"Not Meta yet, so you better check in with Prime. Don't want to get you into trouble."

"Thanks."

"So you had the hots for me in our first class?" Colt asked not fully believing it.

"Oh fucking yes. Good thing I had loose pants and good that I've never been a grower, but I was close to losing it."

CE was open. Colt would have to get used to that as well. "And I thought you ignored me."

"Couldn't look at you, would have pushed me over the edge. I think Prime hit me three times and really hard, so I got back into control. I think I haven't been chewed out so much for years like after that class. He called us slutty 14-year old boys who'd just discovered their first porn magazine." CE didn't smile remembering the episode despite its inherent humor.

Colt cleaned his mouth and made sure he'd swallowed. "Can you get me the Coke?"

CE bent and took the cup from the study desk handing it to Colt, who drank through the straw.

"I guess I've never been good a reading people, I thought you were disgusted by me," Colt remembered his side of the events some months ago.

"Disgusted?" CE had an unbelieving face.

"You didn't look at me. And when you did, you turned away with that repulsive expression. And then you said something to hunky Prime which seemed like a joke about me, the nerd, so he gave you a friendly but agreeing slap." Colt was unhappy how much of the pain he'd felt back then was still obvious today.

"I'm really sorry it came across like that. Please believe me, I've never been repulsed by you. In contrast, I've been hopelessly attracted to you the very first moment I smelled you in that bar in San Francisco. It was only due to Prime's authority I didn't do stupid stuff like a 13-year old girl when I actually met you."

"So Shore Patrol hunk would get into troubles," Colt teased friendly.

"For you? Always."

"I love you, CE." Colt leant forward and gave him a kiss on his forehead with his greasy lips.

"I do. We do, Meta."

"I know. It just took me longer to accept that than you guys. -- Sometimes I feel like one of those traditional Mormon men, who you see on reality TV having several wives."

"Maybe we should do reality wolf TV," CE joked. He was done so quickly with his burger as if it had been only a small cookie.

Colt was relieved when he saw that CE had gotten another burger for himself, while Colt continued to munch on his.

"Na, I prefer privacy."

"Me, too."

They continued to eat in silence. Colt liked the feeling of protection he was surrounded with by CE sitting in front of him on the floor. His thighs were so incredibly big in the jeans making them nearly burst at the seams. And the veins in his neck moved angrily with every bite he took.

Colt got hard.

And CE smiled at him knowingly.

"Sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Colt. It just drives me nuts when you're aroused as I can't do anything about it yet."

"I know. Prime's instructions: no wedding, no fucking." Colt tried to imitate the Alpha's strong deep voice but failed miserably.

CE laughed. It was a deep, earth shattering but friendly laugh. "I guess so, need stay a virgin until then."

"Maybe we are more traditional than we thought," Colt chuckled about the term `virgin' in regard to big buff CE.

"Not going wear white though, Meta."

"Don't worry, no veil needed either."

CE made a playful "pffffhhh" as if he'd just been missed by a deadly bullet.

"Is there dessert?" Colt stretched his neck to look into the bag.

"Of course, you should know me by now," CE stated licking his big fingers clean before he reached for a little box.

"Plum pie."

CE looked like a boy caught cheating on his first math exam. "Do you like plums?"

"I like plum pie very much. And I like a certain wolf, who smells like heavy ripe plums even more. Even if he gives me painful erections."

"Sorry. Soon, Sir."

"Can you put that plastic bag over my hand? Need to take a shower," Colt asked after the brown wolf had put away all the plastic and carton boxes from their lunch.

"Sure. Want me to scrub you down?"

Colt got stiff fast. Again. "Are you sure that's okay?"

"Yes, as long as we don't do anything foolish, Prime said." CE tried hard to suppress his eagerness.

"Okay, showering with one hand sucks."

CE undressed him and Colt had to collect all his will power not to try to push the big hunk on his knees. Colt had seen him naked now several times, but he was such a beautiful sight, so burly but flexible like a rugby player. He didn't care so much for the hairy chest, but it fit CE, so it worked as a package. And the thighs were to kill for. No, the thighs could kill. He imagined himself holding on to those thighs. Maybe he should think about menstruation instead, he realized.

"Like what you see?"

Colt swallowed. He was caught again with a painful boner. "Yes. Please get the towels." His voice nearly broke.

The showers were empty at this time on Saturday early afternoon. Even those who had slept in were gone by now for brunch. CE made sure the two showerheads provided the right temperature and pressure and foamed up the soap.

Colt was still aroused, not fully stiff anymore, but heavy with blood. `Please don't drop the soap, enforcer,' he said to himself, while CE started to foam up his back.

Wow. The heat from the massive body next to him was surely sexual, but also kind of spiritual. The hands on him felt like transferring some of that animalistic spiritual energy into him. His injured hand in the plastic bag, which kept it dry, twitched with pleasant pain as if saying: `Sensing healing power.'

CE squatted and soaped up Colt's legs. He got self-conscious again. His own thighs were barely as big as CE's calves. At least that helped him to `go down.' When CE soaped his buttocks he quickly slipped the bar between Colt's cheeks as if saying: `No worries, I know this is exit only and off limits.'

"Turn around please."

Fuck. This gorgeous man with the boyish smile, the ultimate boy hunk, looked into his eyes while soaping his meager chest. Colt enjoyed the view of wide, open fields with few trees in between them, promising luscious plums in summer.

Again, the enforcer went into his knees. Colt had to lift his left foot and then his right one. And then he soaped up his midsection. Colt closed his eyes, but couldn't control himself; he got bonered up again in a second. If this didn't end quickly, he might come without any hand, mouth or ass.

"I'll take it as a compliment," CE whispered and Colt smelt the wolf was getting excited as well. Lots of plums.

"Grab the shampoo and do my hair - quickly," Colt said firm turning around. "Otherwise I will forget myself."

The big boy whined like a puppy, which had lost his bone ... literally, but complied.

Out of the shower, CE helped him to dress and said his good-bye. And Colt was alone with a painful erection. Bastard Alpha.

Another three weeks he thought. At the next full moon they would have the mating, no, `meta-ing,' ritual. Until then, at least Brian and CE were taboo. Prime made sure of that. And he would not be disobeyed.

"I guess I need to do some studying then until they pick me up for steak," he thought after he had wanked himself to an orgasm making him all dirty again.

"You've shaved," Colt said as he left the dorm with Prime to meet the other guys downstairs as it had become their usual routine.

CE blushed a bit.

Colt went on the tip of his toes to reach the big guy's cheeks and kissed him, smelling intoxicating earth scents, brushing smooth clean tanned skin with his lips. Of course, he was bonered up in seconds -- fucking electric shocks.

"We'd already wondered as well," Brian commented a bit jealously.

"I ... I mean ... you ...," CE was clearly embarrassed. Colt didn't know whether about the fact he had shaved for him or because of Colt's kiss.

"So you're giving instructions to my pack about their outfit?" Prime challenged -- still playfully.

Colt realized he had to answer carefully, as Prime still had his short reddish blond beard making him look so adventurous.

"No instructions, Prime. Just mentioned it might look good on him."

"Mhhh." Prime growled not completely convinced. "Let's go."

They started to walk in their usual formation.

"Upset?" asked Colt.

"No. I mean. I'd hoped if you want something you'd tell me."

Colt understood. "Got it Alpha. Will respect the chain of command in the future."

"Thanks. I know it must sound totally screwed up to you."

"It does. But I will adapt. As long as you also try to adapt."

"I know I have to," he tried to whisper. He knew the two other wolves could hear him anyway if they wanted; but he also knew they'd try not to listen, as the whispering was a signal to them: `Not your business.'

Colt smiled and stroked for a second Prime's upper left arm for a second. Hot and hard. "I know, hunk. We all need to learn together how to make this work."

"So you like your men's faces smooth?"

"You knew that," Colt answered without guilty conscience.

Prime looked confused.

Colt explained: "I don't remember everything I dreamt while being high on drugs but I remember I mumbled something about cleanly shaven faces. Don't know why, but I do. And I do remember you were there."

"Caught, I guess," Prime said without guilty conscience as well.

"I like you rough beard. Really."

Prime looked doubtful, while he was waiting for Colt to get into the car, so he could jog to the other side and jump into the seat behind Brian, the driver. Their usual routine for riding the truck.

Colt leant over and whispered. "Really, I find it hot when a bit of my come is caught in your red whiskers." Colt quickly touched the bearded corner of Prime's mouth with this thumb.

Prime winced when the Meta's thumb disappeared before he could lick it.

Brian looked up: "Are you guys horning yourselves up? That is not fair to the two of us in the front."

"Sorry, Brian."

"Yeah, you haven't had an Alpha, who hit you over your head every time you got an erection. No wonder that I have problems in algebra." Not surprisingly, this statement earned him another slap on his head by Prime.

"More driving. Less talking," the Alpha ordered.

"Aye, aye, Sir," Brian confirmed without really being able to restrain himself. "And if I get beaten every time the Meta doesn't fuck the horned up Alpha, I'll never finish college."

CE burst into laughter.

Prime growled.

Colt pretended to be enraged. "Why do I have the feeling I'm just a living wolf dildo?"

Brian grinned. "Shit, he finally figured it all out," he continued the banter.

"Because you couldn't shut up," CE added quite rough, giving Colt a warm look at the same time.

"I will be so sore." Colt grabbed his bulge.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Prime said with authority but not unfriendly, while playing with his short beard.

"How are you holding up?" Prime asked at the end of dinner. Of course the boys had had steaks, which had barely touched the grill, no side orders. Except for CE, who went for his mandatory milk shake, it was water for the rest. Colt was afraid this public diet would out them one day. Water and bloody steaks. Of course, they had to be wolf shifters.

But he enjoyed himself. Naturally, he had to sit next to the wall, while Prime took a seat at the aisle looking at the door. But he didn't mind. He knew by now they did this instinctively, not to make him feel bad, inferior or non-masculine, but to maximize chances to protect him. He could deal with this.

Of course, one of the waitresses, although not being a wolf, was hitting on Prime with a ferocity, which didn't surprise Colt anymore but was nonetheless annoying. Prime stayed friendly, but subtly grabbed Colt's hand as if to say: `No chance lady, I like dick. His dick.'

Colt could hear the silent sigh, `All the cute ones are gay,' but was happy she left them in peace thereafter. The middle aged Latino waiter continuing to serve them seemed to have been totally straight, so no more problems.

"I need a cocktail," Colt had answered in the car. "Then I would be better."

"That would be fun. No student bar," Brian had chipped in eagerly stating his limits.

"Let me browse my phone," Prime had answered more than happy to oblige. "But only mocktails for you, young man. Pain killers."

`Alphas could be such assholes,' Colt thought lovingly.

They were slightly underdressed for the bar, but Brian's unbeatable smile gave the hostess weak knees and most likely a moist pussy, so she got them a nice cozy table with a soft semicircular sofa around it. Once they'd chosen their drinks, Colt stretched his arms out putting them at the backrest. Colt was pleased Brian didn't jerk away when he leant back touching Colt's uninjured left hand; instead he growled contently at the slim fingers massaging his unsurprisingly strong neck.

"Now I feel jealous," Prime said, as behind him was the hand with bandages.

"Sorry, vampire killing accident. Can't even write with it."

"So what are you going to do with classes?" CE asked.

A girl with too short a skirt and too deep a cleavage handed them their drinks, going from left to right. When she handed the dark German beer to CE, she `accidentally' brushed CE's strong paw. To her dismay, he slowly slid his hand away.

"Thank you," Colt said with a cold voice. "That'll be all for now."

"You are welcome," the waitress answered only having eyes for the rugby player stud in front of her.

"Gross," Prime said looking at her wiggling ass. "She even got wet."

"Gross," Brian and Colt chimed in.

"If I was straight," CE started playfully ...

"Don't even think about that. I would take this sudden conversion from gay to straight very personally, three weeks before our ritual." Colt's comment came out sharper than he had intended.

There was a moment of silence. He could feel Brian's neck muscle getting tense.

CE dropped his head and tilted it exposing his neck.

"Apology accepted," Colt said conciliatorily. "Can't really bite you here."

CE's whimper was strong.

Prime looked at Colt in surprised admiration. Colt smiled as if saying: `I'm learning. Will handle your wolves like a pro soon.'

"So what are you going to do about classes?" Brian was sweet, trying to change the topic.

Colt agreed. "Well, business is done anyway ..."

"Did you know Mr. Mcfuckmyass Erickson waived the final exam for this guy?" The red head marine gently elbowed the smaller guy next to him.

"What?" CE seems to have recovered from his lapse.

"I'm sure, he was scared Colt would outdo his answers," Prime said proudly. And for some reason Colt sensed more pride from the whole pack. Which in turn made him so fucking proud ... and even harder.

"Cool. And the other classes?" Brian poured more Red Bull into the vodka class.

"Well, accounting is a computer test, so I will be fine. And the other three courses I'll take orally, as per agreement with the university office. Seems me being potentially traumatized because of the events at the Alpha3 party helped." He grinned like a naughty boy.

"I guess killing a vampire and ripping two arrows out of a dying wolf wouldn't count," CE added with a smirk.

"Didn't try that."

"Need to piss," Prime announced with little subtlety and left.

"You guys really are `open' about your bodily functions."

"Wolves, remember. Big ugly dirty undomesticated wolves," Brian pointed out.

"Hey, you're talking about my pack here, careful young man," Colt chided him playfully.

An overwhelming scent of wheat and plum hit him, enclosing him with adoration. He looked at the two men and smiled thankfully.

When Prime returned, he said: "I think we're being observed. Three girls at the bar."

Colt's was in too much of a good mood than to be disturbed that these three hunks could have gotten even more pussy today while nobody would even look at him; because it wasn't true, three hunks were drooling over him and he enjoyed every second of it.

One of the three attractive girls, elegant features, an unusually stylish short haircut, in tight white pants and a revealing, pink top quickly looked away when she realized Colt looked her over; desperately trying to avoid sending signals to the wrong guy. It was obvious she was into Prime and not that scrawny little nerd next to him. When the girls chatted with each other he could nearly sense they asked themselves how these three hunks could be so friendly with that nerd. Maybe he was one of those Silicon Valley rich guys? Maybe we should try to get his name to check online whether he's loaded? But for getting laid for tonight, forget him.

"Jealous?" Prime asked, putting his empty glass on the little table.

"Yes."

"I can smell it. You know you don't have to worry about that."

"I know but can't help it. I know it's stupid, but I don't like them looking at you boys like that."

"Maybe you are little bit wolf, like the vampire said." Brian smiled warmly. "All `my mates are mine. One more look and I rip your throat open!'"

CE smiled encouragingly and proudly at Colt.

"Maybe. It's just. Not sure how to say it." Colt was a bit surprised he couldn't find the right words. Maybe because he had never felt like this.

"Colt, say it straight."

Colt didn't answer but turned to his right, leant over and kissed as totally surprised Prime on his lips. That's saying it `straight,' his eyes told him. He did not go further despite Prime opening his mouth submissively, but observed the girls in the corner of his eyes. They were clearly aggravated.

"I guess you made clear to them you own my ass," Prime said hoarsely. He was slightly embarrassed. And Colt conceded he didn't care about that; whether Prime was embarrassed because he was kissed by a man in public, or by a scrawny nerd and not even a man, or whether he was kissed in front of his pack, ..."

"And us? We also need to get marked," Brain pursed his lips.

"Marked?"

"That's what you just did. Marking your property. For everyone to see in the bar." Prime's voice was husky and, so Colt thought, excited.

"Maybe that's what it is. I want to mark my pack for everyone to see they are off the market. That lusting after any of my wolves will be dealt with."

"`Your' wolves," Prime repeated.

"`Mark' my pack," Brian echoed.

"`Dealt' with," CE closed.

"Guys, I know what I said."

"It's just ..." Prime stopped.

"What?"

"We love you, Meta," Brain summarized all the emotions dancing in the three men. They'd found their Meta. And he started to act like a meta, like a fucking possessive wolf meta.

"I love you too, wolves. And I know we can't do it, but I want everyone to know."

CE finished his beer. "Shall I `deal' with those `ladies' then?"

"No, it's okay. They got the message. They might still hope you are straight; but they stopped bothering me."

"Thank heaven, he didn't piss on you to mark you," Brian said to Prime.

Colt chuckled. Man, he loved Brian.

"No, you did, though, if I remember correctly."

"Prime ... that ..."

"I know."

"Was fucking tough to piss on one's Alpha on orders."

"You did right, Beta," Prime reached over to Brian and rubbed his thigh.

Colt nearly choked on his sweet mocktail.

The boys looked at him. "The girls have decided to leave, now they realized the blond cutie next to me is also a fag."

Brian whispered: "You can be a vengeful little bastard."

Prime wanted to intervene, but Colt put his injured hand on Prime's hand. He immediately froze not to hurt Colt. "Yes, Brian. I might have been slow to accept it. But now I do: What is mine is mine and I will not share. Understood?"

"Understood," three men said in a chorus.

"Now about marking my pack."

CE whimpered with barely suppressed pleasure.

"Do I need to prepare anything for the ritual?"

"Well, you need to decide the tattoo."

Colt waved for their waitress. Of course, she had only eyes for CE, but CE ignored her and focused his gentle eyes on Colt. He felt such an enticing growing bond with this little guy; he wanted to express it, but he knew it had to wait. He could only look at him lovingly trying to tell him that he loved him with every atom of his enforcer existence.

"Another round of the same thing. Okay, boys?" Agreement.

"So there's no predetermined tattoo? Like a paw or a wolf's head? Or some old Indian symbol? That's what is normally in the books."

"Nope, you decide. It's your mark."

"No pressure."

"I'm sending you the address of the tattoo parlor."

"I guess he's wolf."

Prime smiled `of course' style.

"... and you can tell him what you want. We go there in the afternoon of the 21st, the second day of the full moon, when we conduct the ritual."

"So you don't know what he'll be doing on you?" Colt looked at him with disbelief.

"Why would we need to? Your mark. On us for life."

"The moment I thought I could deal with this, you have the cunning talent to unsettle me," Colt chocked.

"I'm sure you'll find something appropriate," Brian said reassuringly.

"And if not, I guess there're always long sleeved shirts," CE added smugly.

"How big should that tattoo be?"

Prime frowned. "Seems the pain killers are hampering your grey cells: Your mark. You decide. We put our lives in your hands. We surely trust that you find an appropriate design."

The waitress brought the drinks, accidentally brushing CE's shoulder.

"Miss," Colt said cold letting is anger vent, "if you touch my friend once more like that, I'm going to talk to the manager."

"Oh, I'm so sorry", she said. She had at least the decency to blush.

"I would like to have the check now," He added in the menacing tone.

"Yes, Sir. On the way, Sir."

CE smiled: "Thank you, Sir, for `dealing' with it."

"No worries, I guess if you dealt with her she'd have bruises ..., don't want you in prison."

"Thanks. Wolves don't survive there."

Colt frowned for a second. More information on wolves, he stored it in the back of his brain and returned mentally to continue the conversation. "So tattoo. Will tell the parlor. I promise it won't be anything girlie." He grinned a little bit mean. "And?"

"When the moon is at its peak, we shift and you `bond' us," Brian continued.

"How?" Colt nodded when he got the answer.

"And than you help us to keep us chaste to express our love and submission."

Colt got hot ... and hard, when Brain explained the how of that one. It was fucked up. But he really started to enjoy the ride.

"Night, boys," Colt said in front of the dorm door. He went to CE with open arms as if to hug him, but quickly grabbed his little sticky out ears and pulled him close to kiss him on his mouth to taste plums.

CE was shocked for second. Maybe he also got all the jolts and shocks and jittery with every bodily contact as Colt did. Colt knew how to handle it in the meanwhile, not fighting it anymore, and actually enjoyed it.

"Thanks, Sir." CE blushed like a little girl but smiled endearingly.

"Brian?"

Colt noticed he looked briefly to Prime as if to ask whether it was okay.

"Finally. Prime already got one today and CE now, I was feeling left out ...," he joked to cover his nervousness.

Colt unapologetically kissed Brian on his mouth; being graced with sweet cherry tastes and wholesome wheat scents. Brian submissively opened his mouth, but Colt just briefly squeezed Brian's lower lip between his lips pulling it a bit away and left a dazzled Brian.

"Wow. Prime, please tell me I'm not dreaming. I've just been to heaven."

"Oh, cut it Brian," Colt said. "Prime, you come up?"

"Sure for a minute."

"So not fair." Brain couldn't stop.

Colt went through the open the door, but turned around one more time and said playfully: "Young man, watch your words. You don't want my enforcer to `deal' with you ...

Now, CE smiled again saying: "Let's go, Blondie."

"Night," Prime said to them and closed he door behind Colt.

"Wow."

"What?"

"You enjoyed today."

"Was that wrong?" Colt asked.

"No, in contrast. It was great. The boys liked every second. You saw how difficult is was for them to say good-bye."

"For me as well. I miss them already. But I'm sure we'll meet again. Maybe next time no steak?"

"Whatever you want." Then a moment of hesitation.

"What is it?"

"No vegetarian place though, please."

"Deal. Can you smell my roommate?"

"He is not close. Why?"

Colt didn't answer but closed the gap between them with a few determined steps, put his uninjured left hand on Prime's neck and pulled him closer to kiss him aggressively.

This time there was not even the smallest hesitation. Prime opened his mouth obediently and let Colt explore his mouth to get the full strawberry taste.

They breathed heavily.

Colt pressed himself against that hot wolf body, taking in all the scents.

"Colt." Husky voice.

"Yes?"

"Can I?"

"I thought you'd never ask ..."

The mouths connected again, and then Prime urgently opened Colt's shirt, while gently shifting it over the injured hand to cover Colt's chest with kisses.

For a second Colt became self-conscious again about his lack of muscles, but his dick demanded his attention.

Green eyes asking for permission. No foreplay, then. The wolf gulped down his dick in one elegant but greedy movement and buried his nose in Colt's bush getting high on the scent.

Colt's healthy hand on the back of Prime's head pushed him deeper. He had to learn to control himself otherwise sex would always be short.

The seawater seemed to retract, as if preparing for the big wave. More water went, and then he felt a first wave crushing, then a massive wall of water built itself up in front him, approaching him threateningly, finally hitting him hard on his whole body, pushing him around, suffocating him. He was lost.

Eventually, he felt the heat of the sun on the beach. The sea was calm again. The tsunami was gone.

"Thank you," two green eyes whispered. Gentle hands put his dick into his briefs and Prime got up.

A strawberry orgy still clouded his senses. Colt kissed Prime's neck. The wolf tilted his head. He bit. Only gently. There wouldn't be a mark, maybe a little hickey.

"Marking me?"

"Wait until I'm done with marking," Colt whispered hoarsely, pushing his left hand along Prime's hard back into the jeans.

"Please, Colt, I cannot ... yet."

"I know. But I will have it after the ritual."

Prime smiled kissing the young man. "You can have everything after the ritual. Your smell makes me helpless like a little girl."

"No, I prefer the big man and wolf in you," Colt corrected, caressing Prime's chest through the shirt.

"Except the hair."

Colt snickered. "You have two choices now, Prime."

Quizzing look.

"Either you drop your jeans and hop on this bed so I can fuck you senseless or you let me get some sleep."

Prime shook his head in feigned shock. "Your roommate's coming."

"Oh, how fucking convenient for you," was Colt's answer with equally feigned sarcasm shaking his head.