Title: Hungry Like The Wolf
Author: Weremutt/Wisecracks/Lee (should have stuck to one pen name)
Rated: NC-17 (Yeah! THERE'S my naughty fics! Woo!)
FANDOM: Ladies and gentlemen, i give you the first Big Wolf On Campus slash
story.
Pairing: Tommy/Merton (who else could i slash, Hugo? Oh, ew...)
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. All rights go to Fox Family and some other
production companies including a Canadian one. Ooh, ahh.
Category: PWP
Feedback: Flames are welcome, comments will amaze
Dedication: To Copper, who needed a quick slash fix to cure depression. I'd
do anything for my friends, including fight deadly writer's block.
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He growled as he stalked towards the Goth, eyes briefly flashing a golden
yellow. The wolf was hungry...but not for food. Tommy had held his desires in
so long that when tonight's full moon came his animal instincts exploded. The
boy he was stalking was his best friend, and was about to become something
more.
"Merton...," he purred. The before mentioned shuddered. Though it was not
in fear. Tommy had cornered him in his Lair, what he called his bedroom. Now
he was slowly being herded towards his velvet covered bed by the star of his
recent wet dreams.
"T-Tommy, I...you...can't do this."
Within a blink of an eye Tommy had plastered himself against the young
man, a soft and continuous growl coming from somewhere deep in his chest. "Oh
no, buddy. I am an alpha. I can do whatever," he paused and smiled, "or
whoever I please."
Merton felt Tommy's hands unbuttoning his black shirt. Well, more like
ripping off the buttons with his claws. He gasped as the werewolf ran his
paws over his chest, his eyes closing in pleasure.
Tommy grinned evilly and inhaled Merton's scent. He could smell the man's
arousal as well as his regular burning-candle scent he seemed to always have.
Oh yes...and then there was the hair gel. Man, that always stung his nose.
His fangs lengthened and he leaned in to lick Merton's neck. Merton
moaned softly, his hands finding their way to Tommy's hair and sliding
through it. Nothing could feel as good as this. Well, until Tommy's claw
skimmed over his left nipple.
Merton's eyes snapped open, his jaw dropped in surprise, and that's when
Tommy swooped down to claim his prize. Lips met in an explosion of passion
then tongues dueled for dominance. There was no surprise that the alpha wolf
had won that fight. But Merton didn't care, he was content just exploring his
new lover's mouth, making sure to lick over the sharp canines.
Tommy growled into his mouth before shoving Merton onto the bed. He tore
off his own cloths then with new found gentleness, slid off Merton's. Pale
hands reached for him and he laid atop his mate. Kissing and biting, clawing
and stroking. This was done by the both of them.
Merton couldn't take it much more. He'd never been with anyone long
enough to do this before. All his girlfriend's had come in the last year and
somehow all turned out to be demons. He was also young and way too willing.
Tommy seemed to sense it. He licked his way down Merton's body, almost
shocked at the muscle the young man had. He missed the genitals completely
and went straight for the dark ring beneath. Merton writhed on the bed until
Tommy grabbed his hips in a punishing grip, holding him down.
It was a good thing too because right then, Tommy licked over the small
hole. When Merton's mind got over the awkwardness of it and he moaned softly,
Tommy did it again. Deciding that his mate had had enough teasing he plunged
his tongue through the ring of muscle and drove as deep as he could.
Thrusting in and out, in and out several times, Merton was ready for what
Tommy needed to do to claim him for life.
Merton whimpered at the loss of the tongue but quickly changed his mind
when he felt Tommy start to enter him. His first instinct was to stiffen up.
"Relax, my Merton. Relax..."
He did as he was told. Tommy slowly filled him all the way and paused. He
judged the emotions passing over Merton's face and when pleasure became one
of them, he pulled almost all the way out. The long, blissful slide back into
the body made his mate groan aloud. Merton dug his blunt nails into Tommy's
shoulder's and biceps. So sweet...finally getting what he desired...
Tommy sped up the pace, grinding his hips into the other's thighs. He
lowered his head down to Merton's ear to gently nibble on the lobe. He
pierced the skin with one of his canines, not deep enough to pass on the
lycanthropy, and licked away the few droplets of blood that escaped. He then
whispered into Merton's ear, his voice low and husky.
"Who do you belong to, Merton?"
"...You..." It was so soft Tommy wouldn't have caught it without his
heightened senses.
"Again, who do you belong to?"
"You!" Better.
They were thrusting much faster now, amazed Merton had held out this long
but not wanting to delay it any further. Merton grabbed the nape of Tommy's
neck in desperate hold. Tommy understood and moved over to cover Merton's
lips with his own. A claw lightly ran over the head of Merton's cock and he
came, breaking off the kiss. Tommy followed a moment later, then collapsed
while gathering his mate into his arms.
As they lay there panting, Tommy nuzzled the side of Merton's face.
Merton was his at last. Forever.

END?