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Third Age

Chapter 17

(In Venom Veritas)

Long, slender blades of silver light cut through the gaps in the vertical plastic blinds. The blinds themselves glowed with an aura of diffused morning illumination, casting a beige haze into the otherwise dim dorm room. The air was faintly stale with the aroma of two young men cooped up in a confined space. While the utilitarian carpeting, laminate countertops and off-white paint created a near neutral color-scheme, the dorm room had been covered with a rainbow of fabric wall hangings of countless sizes and patterns. They had been pinned up asymmetrically but with an artist's eye, like some sort of urban prayer flags. Some were even draped over the lamps in the room and the largest one was a printed tapestry of a mandala with a repeating geometric series of patterns radiating out in a circle.

Any other dawn, Amadeo would have been snoring on the top bunk, one tattooed arm dangling over the side like a pendulum and Yale would have been bundled up in a blanket burrito... but this morning they both shared the bottom bunk. Deo was curled up half way between laying on his side and his stomach, his head resting on his arm acting as a makeshift pillow. Yale, in contrast, had draped himself over his roommate's broad back. The artist's face was nestled in his roommate's marmalade colored hair. His arm came down over his partner's chest. His leg hooked over Deo's hip and ran down the length of his left thigh. The silence in the room had been complete, unbroken, and sacred - at least until Deo's alarm clock shattered the perfect moment. Yale's face tightened in protest, though he didn't dare open his eyes. Deo, however, started to extract himself from the bed. Yale moaned even louder in protest.

"Don't go, you're so warm..." Yale begged, trying to hold on and keep his chest pressed to Deo's broad back, his fingertips scraping against his partner's fleeing flesh. Deo chuckled softly at the sweetness of the moment.

"Trust me, there's nowhere I'd rather be, but Coach will kill me if I'm late again. Besides, absence makes the dong grow harder, right bro?" Deo asked, leaning in to give Yale a soft, hungry kiss, "Besides, you made it through the hard part. No rejection and it isn't like there are any direwolves anymore. Now it's just a matter of time until the fun begins." Deo grinned, stumbling across the room as he collected his shoes, his shorts and eventually a shirt. Yale reluctantly slipped from the bottom bunk with far more fluid ease and coordination than he'd demonstrated before, showing absolutely no shame that he was completely naked. Deo hesitated despite his morning rush, taking in just how... elegant Yale was.

"I-I'll hurry back..." Deo murmured, barely able to take his eyes off of his roommate. He was so tall and lean, his skin oddly reflective in the morning light. Yale shook his head, realizing he wouldn't be able to use his body to tempt his partner into staying, at least this time. Sweeping across the room, Yale reached up to unpin the mandala tapestry from the wall. The fabric was light and airy, thin enough to be translucent. Yale wrapped it around his waist, tying it off at the hip, letting the fabric coil around his legs like some sort of skirt. Deo kept glancing over as he clumsily shrugged his shirt on, buttoned his shorts and went stumbling out of the door.

Yale sighed softly as he looked at the door as it clicked shut. He knew it was unreasonable to want to keep Amadeo entirely to himself, especially given the fact that he'd just accomplished everything he'd been dreaming of doing with him in one glorious night after the party. Yale reached up to rub at his left elbow without thinking about it, wincing a bit at how dry the skin was. He could hear his fingers on the skin, rubbing like sandpaper. Biting his lip, he moved over to Deo's side of the room, looking through the copious number of personal hygiene products until he found a moisturizer. The bottle sputtered before dispensing the thick cream, the wad of moisturizer in his hand another reminder as to just how prolific Deo had been last night.

Yale closed his eyes as he applied the moisturizer to each elbow, then his forearms, massaging it deep into his dry skin. Seemingly satisfied with his personal care regime, Yale padded over to the thermostat on the wall, turning the yellowed plastic knob all the way up.

The long rectangular vent recessed into the counter under the window began to whisper as warm air spilled out, the heat rising to fill the small space. The blinds fluttered from the currents, sending the shimmering silver light back and forth across the room. Yale gazed at the radiator vent for a long moment before he took a step forward, then another. He reached his long, thin arm out, tracing his fingers across the metal grill. The warmth felt so nice against his skin, and he was still rather sleepy...

Yale lifted one leg up onto the counter, bracing his hand against it as well before he lay down, sprawling out across the counter. His feet rested by the edge of Deo's desk, his head near the edge of his own. He made himself comfortable on the flat, hard surface, feeling the curtain of warm air rushing up against his skin. A strangely serene smile crossed his face as his fingers idly traced serpentine patterns through the almost excessive amount of dust that had collected beneath the window in just one evening.

****

There was a way in which Marco's pack typically walked across campus; an intimate closeness, a proximity of personal space that few others could share, let alone inhabit without bumping into one another. Even after Marco had lost his werewolf abilities, he'd remained at the front of the pack as a guardian, keeping Fletcher and Udo in the middle while Yom and Duncan brought up the rear. There was normally a fluid grace, a comfort and an ease - but not today. The morning had a bitter tinge to it and the sounds of the Northern Lot fountain were an unwelcome white noise. It seemed discordant in an ironically fitting way given what they were there to do.

The Northern Lot lacked much of the greenery the rest of the campus boasted. The trees were bare and the only shock of color came from the fluttering police tape that cordoned off the area around the admissions building. Marco had waited as long as he could stand, knowing that they were far from official investigators. His hazel eyes lifted, spotting someone standing in a suit, talking with the police officers. His slicked back hair was unmistakable and his weathered face seemed even more worn down by time. The lines formed by smiles had gone fallow as a concerned brown crossed the lips of Julio Fernandez, the president of Grand Mesa University.

While they had not spoken many times, Marco felt he had a good relationship with the president. After all, he had been part of the trifecta that encouraged him to take on a mentorship to the new students, a mentorship that he had grown to cherish even if he constantly felt like he needed to do a better job. Marco had nearly reached the ribbon of yellow police tape when he felt something change, something that made the ample hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Marco spun around to see Yom frozen in place, his chest filling with an unexpected, stilted breath. His eyes seemed to sizzle as the cadmium yellow burned its way through the normally verdant green irises, but there was something wrong. The rich warmth of his werewolf sight was flecked with rusty red like burst blood vessels. Artyom's lips curled, betraying the hint of forming fangs. Marco moved back to Yom, reaching out to take him by the elbows.

"Artyom, what is it?" Marco asked in a forced whisper. Yom looked into Marco's eyes as if he was drilling into his soul.

"That smell..." Yom whispered, his words weighed with equal parts shock and shame, "I remember that smell... When I had just killed Fletcher, when I thought my life was over, when I lost myself and that monster ripped its way out from inside of me..." Yom said, his normally strong voice trembling as his fingers dug into his palms, "That was the smell of death, of loss. That is the smell of a direwolf." Yom said. Marco couldn't help but divert his gaze to Fletcher at such a visceral memory, though he was stunned to see that his other lover's eyes were now gleaming a rich citrine orange.

"I smell it too." Fletcher replied, his voice oddly cool despite the situation. The unspoken answer was that he also remembered the smell from that time. Marco glanced back at the president with the best attempt at masking his nerves that he could, only to realize that Julio had drawn the police officers' attention back to the admissions building and away from the pack for the moment. Marco turned his attention back to the crisis at hand.

"Duncan, can you smell it too?" Marco asked hesitantly. Duncan grimaced.

"The smell of rotten flesh and fermented dreams? Yeah..." Duncan replied, gesturing his head to indicate the president was walking back over to them.

"Mister Iona, if you're worried about your pack's reactions... It's quite alright." Julio's faint spanish accent lilted over the police line, comforting and reassuring in its own way. Marco slowly turned toward him.

"Even if they're lighting up like Christmas trees?" Marco asked. Julio grinned faintly at that, this time lifting the police tape himself.

"Echo Creek is a sanctuary city, remember? I have spoken with the police chief and he assures me he is open to any input that might help shed light on this case." Julio said. Marco looked at Yom and then back at the president.

"Even if it's bad news? Impossible news?" Marco asked. Julio looked tired but nodded slowly at the reality of the situation.

"Especially if it is bad news." he said softly. Marco nodded at that, looking back at Artyom. They exchanged a wordless conversation. Marco asked if he was okay to continue and Artyom assured Marco he was, all in a series of subtle head movements and eye contact.

"We've discovered evidence that a direwolf was here recently." Marco said. Julio looked slightly taken aback, gesturing the police officer over.

"Lieutenant, have there been any bodies found recently? Any admissions to the city morgue... Ones that met a particularly gruesome end?" Julio asked. The lieutenant looked somewhat unnerved but he shook his head.

"No... No bodies of any sort from the last few weeks." the officer replied, his dark blue eyes sizing up the students that had wandered onto the crime scene.

"It's a direwolf. I'm sure of it." Yom said with barely contained urgency.

"But I thought those went away after the eclipse. They're just dark wolves now..." Udo said, looking obviously pained at having to contradict his packmates. Yom said nothing in reply but he was gritting his teeth, eyes scanning the parking lot.

"I mean, direwolves aren't exactly subtle, shouldn't they leave behind more physical evidence?" Fletcher asked. Marco gave a soft grunt and nodded in agreement at that.

"Do you mind if we, uh, look around?" Marco asked.

"I was rather hoping you would." Julio said genially, holding the police tape up until the entire pack had made it under the barrier. The police lieutenant seemed uncomfortable to have so many 'consultants' but he did not voice his concerns, limiting himself to ensuring nothing on the crime scene was tampered with. Fletcher smiled at the cop and gave a bit of a salute.

"I guess this officially makes us meddling kids." Fletcher said under his breath.

"Jinkies." Duncan agreed. Marco had already moved up ahead, curving his path to avoid the little plastic triangle marking drops of blood. Fletcher caught up to Marco, looking around before he sniffed the air. After a few sniffs, he inclined his head to look at some burn marks on the leafless branches of the hibernating trees. The metallic tang was unmistakable - ozone and burned wood. Marco crouched down, looking at similar burn marks on the cement bumper that surrounded the trees and created an island planter in the parking lot. The cement was almost ashen white where it had been burned.

"This is where he was found, wasn't it?" Marco asked. The police lieutenant seemed somewhat uncomfortable giving out information rather than taking it in, though he was still busy writing down what Marco's pack had said about direwolves. Julio, looking between the officer and Marco, supplied the answer.

"It was." he said softly, "I know that Trevor was a bit of a mentor to you, even if the time you worked together was short." Julio said. Marco's shoulders sagged somewhat.

"He was. I had hoped to get to know him a lot better. I know how much pride he took in bringing the right students to this school, but also how much care he gave to them once they were here... And I know he was an amazing father to his son." Marco said softly. Julio smiled in a sad, reflective way.

"I got to watch young Austin grow up. I thought for sure he would come to Grand Mesa given his lineage, but he went to medical school instead... Our city is certainly better for it." Julio trailed off, "I am not completely in the dark when it comes to the sorts of beings that walk my campus. Do you believe this was a direwolf?" Julio asked. Marco looked back at where Yom was standing, cautiously sniffing around, Udo and Duncan flanking him for support. Marco's brow furrowed before he looked back at the president.

"I have no reason to doubt my pack. We have the same hesitations you do. Direwolves aren't supposed to exist anymore, and they usually leave the husks of their bodies around when they change and when they revert. There were no fluid traces?" Marco asked. Julio shook his head again.

"Only Trevor's. They've been back and forth through here with a fine tooth comb." Julio explained. Marco felt his muscles tighten as he thought back to the attack on Rigo; coming up to him so soon after he had been stabbed only a few dozen yards from where Trevor had died.

"During the last attack, I didn't have my enhanced senses. I was just an ordinary human... But what I saw? What Rigo described? It sounded like it was just a person that moved out of the shadows and back into them with unexpected speed. Most people that come across a direwolf are able to describe them." Marco said, ""It could mean that we're dealing with more than one individual, or we're dealing with a direwolf that is uncommonly connected to their human side and can attack in either form." Marco said, his eyes falling downcast for a moment, "Thank you for letting us come. I know we're not official consultants or anything." Marco replied.

"Oh, you are the ones doing me the favor." Julio said, his voice oddly distant at that comment. He forced the most threadbare of smiles, "If we can't find out who is attacking our students and faculty, Grand Mesa University itself may fall victim to these attacks." he said. Marco gave the slightest of head nods, agreeing to the severity of the situation. Good intentions or not, universities lived and died based on tuition. If the attacks scared away students, the school itself would have to close, scattering countless werewolves back into the world with far fewer options on how to mature with their abilities. Marco couldn't let that happen. He had to bring justice to the person that had killed Trevor, he had to stop them from hurting anyone else, and he had to save the school. It felt like ages since he'd volunteered as Campus Safety, but once again he felt the mantle of the burgundy vest with the white reflective stripes on his shoulders.

****

While most universities tried to get away with continental breakfasts on Saturday mornings, there was no way that such meager offerings would fly when it came to a student body containing a significant percentage of werewolves. The options had been nearly overwhelming when Yale had first come to Grand Mesa, but this morning he couldn't have been more thankful. His eyes were dilated, his mouth slightly agape as he inhaled the rich aromas of the breakfast foods. There were stacks of pancakes halfway to the ceiling, waffles, French toast, kegs of maple syrup, vats of creamy oatmeal, and platters of fruit that glistened with dewy sweetness... but of all things, it was the boiled eggs that Yale was fixated on.

The precious, perfect oblong orbs shone beneath the heat lamps, each one flawless. Yale's mouth was watering just looking at them, an almost menacing distant gaze sweeping across his face until he finally grabbed a bowl and tongs, moving six eggs over in rapid order. His unusual breakfast choice caught little attention since most of the students were going after more exciting fare. Yale had nearly left the cafeteria kitchen when something caught his sense of smell.

Yale's eyes darted to one side, the subtle predatory grin crossing his lips before he fluidly slipped over, edging into the personal space of one of the other students just long enough to snatch a bowl of crab meat that had been intended to be put into omelets. Plopping the bowl on his tray, he languidly slipped out into the long hallway that ran down the length of the building. While the far side of the building had a very spacious and open room that looked out over the university center and library, Yale had fallen in love with the view of the creek as it ran right alongside the cafeteria itself. He slipped between the triangular dark wood support beams that segmented off the side area and sat down at his customary spot, centering his tray before him.

Yale's pale blue eyes gazed through the glass out at the creek. The water glistened as it bubbled and spilled across the creek bed. The bank of the creek was somewhat sharp, though aged tree roots broke out from the dirt confines to spider down towards the water, sinking into sandy sediment. It was idyllic, peaceful, the sort of view that made Yale yearn for more than just four years here... but his attention was snapped back to the present by a growl of hunger from his stomach.

Licking his lips, Yale eyed his prize. He lifted one of the hard boiled eggs, holding it before him as if it was a hard won jewel. It seemed shocking that such a perfect thing should be so soft. No shell, nothing to mar its perfect surface. Yale parted his lips, tipping his head ever so subtly back before he popped the egg into his mouth. The smooth surface slipped easily over his tongue, narrowly missing the sharp edges of his teeth. Yale had not bothered to season the egg. There was no butter, no salt, no pepper, no condiments of any kind... but taste wasn't the goal. He was hungry and he needed protein. Without even bothering to chew, Yale swallowed the egg whole.

A look of serene rapture crossed Yale's face, his brow furrowing in surprise at just how good it felt. The egg passed down his throat easily, maneuvered by muscles that had not been there twenty four hours prior. The egg slithered and sank down into his stomach. Yale flushed slightly, his naturally pale skin taking on a faint hint of color at the backs of his cheeks for a moment. The capillaries had delivered blood to the surface of his skin, but the blush had not been pink. It had taken on richer, more subtle amethyst hues before returning to normal. Uale shivered slightly, realizing that blood had started to gather in his groin, his manhood stirring beneath the table.

"Dude, is that him?" A voice asked in a barely muffled whisper.

"Oh yeah, that's totally him, the artist..." A self assured voice added in.

"He's probably tired from the party... We should leave him alone." A third commented. Yale hadn't even realized he'd been aware of the conversation until he caught three figures approaching him in the reflection of the window. He turned with rapid attention, another egg held in his fingers, suspended half way to his mouth. The trio proved to be other students from the school, naturally. Despite the early hour, the elder of the young men sported a backwards GMU baseball cap, a tight red shirt emblazoned with the school's emblem and silver hued polarized sunglasses. His brown stubble had been neglected just long enough that it bordered on the edge of being a real beard.

"You're Yale, right? Yale Morgan? Deo's roommate?" The leader asked. Yale looked up, several unkempt strands of his dusty brown hair falling across his fair face until he brushed them back with slender fingers. He looked up at the leader, then his friends. He recognized one as a freshman that had arrived when he did, Kevin, although his first few months of college had left him quite transformed. He now sported a thick black mustache and soul strip far more mature than his young age, sideburns, and gauge earrings. The third young man was harder to read, his almond colored eyes downcast, his neat black hair pulled back into a sharp bun.

"I am." Yale replied, still feeling oddly confident after the party. He knew somewhere deep down that he would have been buzzing with anticipation if he'd been cornered by Deo's friends a week before. In fact, he had spoken with Kevin during orientation. Yale had come to the campus to explore the possibility of the otherworldly. Kevin had come to become a werewolf and it hadn't taken him long. From the way the older man stood with his shoulder touching Kevin's, he had to assume the sunglasses wearing 'Bro' was Ryan, the one that had turned him. It had taken that moment of consideration for Ryan to wait for something more to go off of before he decided to awkwardly continue.

"Dude, we just wanted to welcome you to the pack..." Ryan said, pulling a chair out on the other side of the table, swinging it around so he could lean against the back of it and look at Yale. The quieter young man with the dark hair sat next to Ryan while Kevin took the seat next to Yale. Yale's nostrils flared slightly, but then his lips parted and he ran his tongue along his lips.

"I don't know if it took yet." Yale said hesitantly. Ryan chuckled at that, reaching up to rub at his chest.

"Deo is nothing if not thorough. In the unlikely chance it didn't take, I'm sure he'll get the job done... But there are ways to tell. I'm sure you're one of us, brother. You didn't die, you didn't split open into a hideous monster... You had the fever, right?" Ryan asked, his lips practically salivating.

"The fever?" Yale repeated, although the words felt as if he'd pulled a stopper out of his memories and flashes flooded his mind - flashes of his body coiled around Deo's, of their naked flesh pressed tight, of his skin soaked with sweat as Deo's body radiated the most sensual and erotic heat... A smile burst across Yale's lips and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck yeah, that's the fever bro..." Kevin said with pride, shaking his head and letting out a sigh, "I knew you had it in you." Kevin said. Yale opened his eyes in time to see Kevin lean in, startled as their lips met... although the shock melted. Yale tilted his head, his lips parting just before Kevin's hungry tongue plunged in and out several times in sloppy succession. Kevin reached up, caressing Yale's cheek before he reluctantly pulled back. Yale could still feel the tickle of the other man's mustache and soul strip against his sensitive skin.

"I-I think I'm dating Deo?" Yale said, though it sounded more like a question than he'd intended. The third young man gave a soft smile.

"As a werewolf, our sexuality is far more fluid than the normal constraints of humanity. Sure, most of us will go on to take mates, sire children and have families, but we will also have bonds with our packmates. That intimacy, instinctual and social both, they shape who we are." he explained. Ryan's lips pursed a bit.

"What Kuro is trying so hard to explain is that we're... packsexual." Kevin said. Ryan winced at that.

"That sounds like something my dad used to say when he went here..." Ryan shuddered, "But the point still stands. We're bros now, bro. You're one of us. Deo may be your main squeeze, but you're welcome to the party whenever you want. I know Deo couldn't stop talking about you even before he thought he had a chance to turn you." Yale seemed slightly surprised by that, feeling a strange knot of conflicted feelings welling up inside of him - a knot that was far harder to swallow than the boiled egg. He'd felt so isolated and alone as a human, even more so as an artist, and Deo had been pining for him all that time? All it took was for some sloppy bathroom sex and now he had a found family of bros? At least he knew where Deo had gotten his colorful lexicon from.

"Anyway, like we said, we just wanted to welcome you to the pack. Enjoy your meal, growing boys gotta eat." Ryan said before springing back to his feet. Kevin and Kuro rose as well, Kuro bowing his head while Kevin gave him a parting wave. Yale watched the three go, already feeling as if the air was colder without their bodies near to him. Yale shivered slightly, wondering if he was just being anemic or something. His eyes darted back to the hard boiled egg before he resumed his breakfast, sliding the egg into his mouth and swallowing it down with an unnatural ease. Yale tipped his head back, letting the morning sunlight start to wash over him through the window as the golden rays traced through the creek outside, turning the water to a liquid ribbon of aquamarine.

****

The cold, humid air bit deep into Austin Halyard's exposed skin. His freckled arms seemed to be growing paler by the second, clashing with his royal blue surgical scrubs. His carrot colored hair had seemed to lose some of its luster and his ever present smile had faded away into a vacant expression. His legs were bowed out, spread wide across the polished birch wood bench that sat in one of the hospital's countless nooks. This particular spot was situated to look at a bubbling fountain where the water splashed out of the top of a stone pillar before catching in a sea of river stones down below. It was one of dozens of hidden away corners where someone could sit, think, contemplate and process. The hospital had spared no expense. People didn't think about the architecture, but it was there to comfort them when they needed it.

"I think my favorite spot is on the sky bridge between buildings B and C, looking out at the Christmas Tree lights on the trees." A voice commented mildly from a step or two away. Austin's face didn't change, though his eyes cast sideways and up a little, noting one of the hospital's primary physicians. Doctor Woods was grizzled and yet mature, that perfect blend of vitality and experience that fueled so many hospital dramas on television. The gray in his hair had grown a little more distinct over the last year and it seemed that he had a perpetual state of stubble. The Doctor held a coffee cup in his hand, steam visibly billowing from the tiny spout in the lid.

"The lights feel a little lonely to me in January, sort of like they are winter lights instead of Christmas lights... and then you start wondering just how long winter is going to be." Austin replied.

"At least it's a warmer spot to get lost in your head." Doctor Woods said. Austin tried to force a smile and failed.

"Physician, heal thyself?" Austin asked. Doctor Woods shook his head.

"Fuck no, not this soon..." Woods murmured, "It's not something that's going to heal overnight... But you don't have to be here today while you cope with it..." Doctor Woods said. Austin looked up; moisture glistening in his eyes... eyes that were turning a rather unique and intense shade of greenish-gold.

"Why would anyone attack him? It wasn't for money, it wasn't for his car. He lived his whole life trying to help people. He took pride in how careful he was with the students he admitted to the school..." Austin said, his voice nearly cracking.

"We've all seen how senseless people can be..." Woods said softly.

"That's different. Someone having no sense isn't the same as someone attacking a man for no reason." Austin said, his eyes slowly fading back to their natural shade. Woods was silent for a long moment, staring down at the coffee cup that he held in his hand like a talisman.

"Austin, you've done good work with me, helping those that walk a different path..." Woods commented, referring to their work with the town's supernatural population, "Do you remember when you checked out one of the students from Grand Mesa, Marco Iona?" Woods asked.

"Yeah, hard to forget that. Wasn't he the first case of someone being cured from lycanthropy?" Austin asked, uncertain where the doctor was going with this. Woods exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, resisting the urge to let the wolf inside of him out at all to combat the cold.

"I shouldn't be sharing this with you, but I feel you have a right to know. When they brought your father in, I was there to help examine him." Woods said.

"That's normal procedure. You're on the ER team to catch situations before they can be exposed to the general public..." Austin said. Woods adopted a slightly annoyed expression, forcing the nurse to fall silent.

"I've gotten very good over the years at masking any signs that someone may have been walking on the other side. A little iodine here, a little keeper magic there, nipping claws..." Woods murmured, "Your father showed absolutely no traces of being different. I mean nothing. " Woods said, barely audible. Austin shrugged slightly.

"We're not like werewolves. Our transformations are fluid, our powers more ephemeral. If he didn't have time to change, there might have been nothing for you to find..." Austin said. Woods' thick brown eyebrows fell slightly into a sterner look.

"Austin, I think your father was targeted, just like Rodrigo. I can't keep you at arm's length on this." Woods said. Austin shivered slightly but nodded. Woods made a grunt of mock disgust, offering the nurse the cup of coffee that he had been cradling. Austin accepted it with both hands, letting the warmth spread into his skin before he lifted it up and sipped at it, eyebrows arching.

"Is that carob?" he asked, springing to his feet, "You made this for me all along, didn't you?!" Austin asked. Doctor Woods said nothing, wandering back into the building. Austin followed after, a new sense of purpose melting the ice that had been running through his veins.

****

A serene smile crossed Yale's face as he put the three plastic trays onto the revolving wall of shelves that carried the remnants of his breakfast away. One hand drifted to rest lightly on his stomach, the other reaching up to brush his dusty brown hair out of his face. He barely held his eyes open as he languidly moved toward the exit, finally having achieved his fill of the food. Never before in Yale's life had he felt such pleasure simply from eating. Every swallow had sent out waves of joy and pleasure all of the way from his tongue to his toes.

It was only in retrospect that Yale realized there might have been a cost to overindulging. It wasn't so much that he felt full, more that something was off. It felt like he was roasting from the inside out. Was that what people called meat sweats? His legs ached terribly, feeling as if he'd either gone on a fourteen mile run or left them unused for so long that they had atrophied. It even seemed that he had burned his mouth in his enthusiasm; the roof of his mouth was firmer and harder than he was used to. His tongue stung as if he'd bit the tip, there was even a depression just behind his upper teeth that he couldn't stop playing with.

The cool chill of the morning had finally broken by the time that Yale had emerged from the cafeteria. Golden rays of light streaked down through silver clouds and steam wafted up from the creek as it wove its way through campus. The water looked so clean and pure, moss waving and drifting in the currents beneath the surface, the grasses on the banks overgrown and lush with moisture. Every stone looked polished and pure, like opaque gemstones. Yale leaned against the guard rail of the short bridge that crossed the stream by the cafeteria, gazing down at the water. It looked so welcoming, so cozy, so comfortable, so cool... Surely it had to be a way to get away from the heat in his veins, to escape the undying heat....

Yale started to unzip his jacket as he rounded the edge of the bridge and walked along the bank. The tan fabric fell to the wet grass and Yale kept going. He shrugged off his shirt next, wringing it from his arms. His bun came undone as he stopped, his longer hair cascading down to his shoulders. The golden sunlight cast across his bare skin with mottled patches, catching an unusual hue on his elbows and forearms. His skin had shifted to a metallic violet coloration, the skin almost translucent in places. Yale kept walking along the shores of the riverbank, his eyes gazing at it longingly, even needily as he kicked off his shoes, having already neglected to wear socks that morning.

Evert step brought with it more liberation. Yale scratched at his chest, flaking away dusty dried skin to reveal faint purple scales. His mouth was held agape, his canine teeth starting to gain subtle points as he panted. It was fortunate that he had taken so long to eat breakfast as the view of him stripping on the other side of the creek would have been visible to anyone eating at the side tables in the cafeteria, but Yale didn't care. Reaching the bank, he stepped down over the decline, his foot sinking into the cool water.

"Isssse...." Yale hissed, wincing slightly. It had been too sharp a contrast between his body heat and the water at first, but his body seemed to adapt at a remarkable pace to the new temperature. The dappled sunlight cut through the water, tracing across pale skin as more purple hues emerged. One more foot plunged into the water, then a step, then another. The water rushed up higher and higher. The creek was only ankle deep in front of the university center, but as it crept toward the edge of campus it regained its raw power. Yale reached to try and get the fly of his pants open, grunting as he struggled with the button. He growled, bearing his sharper teeth before he held his hand out. With a slight constriction of his muscles, his fingernails stretched into sharp ivory claws, the flesh healing over the surface of them to better anchor the weapons. Yale swiped at his pants, cutting the button free before he pushed his pants off and his underwear with it.

For a moment the tortured artist was an awkward, clumsy mess as he fell forward into the creek, kicking off his discarded garments. The pants surfaced for a moment before being caught in a current and swept downstream. Yale splashed back to the surface, his long, dusty brown hair sopping wet. He stood in the creek up to his nipples. His breathing was slow, but his eyes were crackling with anticipation. He looked down through the water, watching as dead skin was washed away from his legs like silt, revealing a gleaming hide of interlocked amethyst and purple iris scales.

Yale had already appeared more elfin than many of his classmates, but his ears grew more slender, tapering into a narrower point than those of a werewolf. His lips distended slightly as his fangs grew longer, and when he gasped for air again, his tongue twitched, splitting at the tip into forked points. Yale let out a surprised moan as he felt a shifting heat behind him. At first the young man was concerned that he had lost all control of himself, but the shifting soon solidified as something foreign and yet intimate began to brush down between the crevices of his legs. At first the extension of flesh was buffeted from side to side at the mercy of the creek, but as bone and muscle and ligament and sinew formed inside of it, the tail rebelled. It pushed back, it swept side to side, growing long enough to coil almost affectionately around Yale's right leg.

The forked tongue darted out, tasting the smell of the creek, delivering it to the recess at the front of his mouth. The tongue slithered back further, gliding over the firm upper plate before it found three softer spots, spongy flesh protecting sacs that were filling with dangerous substances. Almost instinctively, Yale flexed his head, lining up his jaw just right. His mouth blossomed with a foul, cool taste like rusty pennies and peppermint... and in that moment, it all came snapping back at once; the party, Tychon, his dark hypnotic eyes, the bite, even the suggestion of how he should carry himself, how he should approach Deo.

"N... No..." Yale all but whimpered before his lips curled in anger. His eyes blazed with a sinister heat before his irises turned a gleaming, molten silver. He let out a roar, slashing outward with clawed hands even as more purple scales blossomed from the backs of his cheeks and on either side of his chin. His tail stretched out longer, the icy water rushing around his body. "No, no, no! I was supposed to be a werewolf! I was supposed to be with Deo! Fuck! FUCK!" Yale roared, slamming a fist down on a tree root hard enough to snap it and send splinters raining into the creek.

It was only then, in that moment, that Yale heard the murmuring behind him. He turned, his eyes meeting with several of those on the foot bridge behind him. There were several of his human classmates, but Ryan was also there looking dumbstruck. Yale closed his mouth over his fangs, grimacing before he dove back into the water and disappeared, a faint purple shimmer beneath the water as it carried downstream and off of campus. The students lingered where they were, uncertain at just what they had seen.

****

Apparently it was fairly common for people to have a phobia when it came to the hospital. While many members of Marco's extended family had such feelings, he had always been comfortable in hospitals. It was where people went to get better - at least any day other than today. Marco stood with his arms crossed, his eyes unfocused as he gassed at a lattice of highly polished wood that acted as a privacy screen around one of the small, intimate waiting areas on the sixth floor. An erratic clattering came from the vending machine as it dispensed some sort of fruit concoction that Fletcher had gotten by mistake when trying to punch in the buttons for an energy drink. The elevator chimed behind them and Marco turned, watching as the stainless steel doors revealed Ren and Auel.

"Marco." Ren said softly.

:We wanted to wait for you before going in." Marco said. Ren gave a slight nod of her head. She gestured towards the door at the end of the hall, Doctor Woods' office. The four moved in relative silence. Marco felt like he had no quips, no comments worthy of the situation. The death of Trevor had hit him hard, but it very well could have been another student. If the attacker had gone after Trevor because he was a kitsune, how close had Beck been to an attack, or Austin?

Ren gave a subtle, simple knock followed by two short raps before she opened the door. The office was modest, a bit cluttered by papers and charts. There were anatomical models on shelves and a digital picture frame slowly scrolling through digital snapshots of vacations the doctor had taken to other countries and sites around the world. Ren's eyebrow arched slightly at the depiction of an art museum in a large city emblazoned with stone carvings depicting lions with elephant tusks and trunks on them, but she shifted her focus back to the task at hand.

"Thank you for coming on short notice." Doctor Woods said as Auel shut the door behind them, ensuring it was sealed. Marco moved to sit in the chair nearest the window, though the blinds were drawn to ensure no one could see in, even on the sixth floor. Fletcher leaned against the wall behind Marco, snapping the safety seal on his drink before taking a long sip. Ren settled herself demurely in the chair next to Marco while Auel remained near the door. Doctor Woods hesitated a little, "And I'm sorry for the lack of accommodations... I thought about bringing it by your place, Ren, but... prudence is the better part of valor or whatever they say." The doctor said as he took his own seat and entered his credentials to unlock the computer. A secondary monitor behind him woke up from hibernation.

"You found something with Trevor?" Ren asked. Woods shifted his head slightly.

"A few things, actually. I want you all to keep in mind though that this is incredibly fast for any forensic findings. We've got samples sent out to private labs that will take weeks to get responses back, but I had my best people do whatever they could in the meantime." Doctor Woods said.

"We'll take it with some grains of salt." Fletcher said. Marco nodded in agreement.

"Whatever you have, even if it's just a theory, would be appreciated." Marco said.

"I thought you might say that." Woods replied, bringing up the image of the coroner's findings and supplementing them with forensic notes.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but one of our biggest concerns so far was wondering how many people were involved in the attack, right?" The doctor asked.

"Rodrigo was attacked by someone that appeared human, while Trevor's attack shows all the hallmarks of a direwolf - as hard as that is to believe. Direwolves by definition did not work in tandem with their human hosts, at least before the blood moon eclipse." Ren said. Woods made a slight nod.

"That was my limited experience with them as well, except that in both Rodrigo and Trevor's cases, their attackers were left handed, using the same blade. There even seems to be the same motion where after the weapon went in, the attacker drove it up slightly. That commonality is especially surprising given the difference in heights of the attacks." Woods said.

"Left handed attacks with the same motion... The same attacker in two different forms." Marco said. Woods shrugged ever so slightly.

"Like I said, it's still a theory at this point." Woods said. Auel stepped forward from the door. He looked at the notes on the computer screen.

"We know the knife used to attack Rodrigo broke, and the evidence left behind broke down into powder. If you were able to match the two attacks, that means the second knife was the same length and size?" Auel asked. Woods nodded.

"The injuries were remarkably identical." Woods said. Auel's eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

"I haven't been a Keeper for very long, but I know Hunters and they loved their weapons. There's a chance that one of them might have come across something like this, even in passing. We know it has to be Blood Moonstone. I'm going to try and see if I can figure out more about it all from that angle." Auel said.

"We have the method, we have the weapon and we know what it can do... We know, or at least presume, it's one attacker. We need more evidence, we need a motive." Fletcher said. Ren slowly set one hand on the table and then rested the other on it.

"There is also something else we may need to consider." Ren said, her voice unusually soft. All eyes fell on her as a result. Ren took a moment to steady herself. "Grand Mesa has become a hunting ground for this unseen enemy. That's the second time that my pack's natural behaviors have been used against them. We may need to consider... closing the school." Ren said. Fletcher's eyes went wide.

"W-wait just a minute, we can't do that. The students won't want to go, and it'll send a message to all the psychos and the sociopaths that sanctuary can't work, or worse, that they were right!" Fletcher said.

"It's worse than that..." Marco said softly. This time all eyes shifted to him. Marco had been staring at the desk in thought, but he raised his head to meet Ren's gaze. "Whoever or whatever this monster is, it's sticking around here because it thinks it has the perfect hunting ground. If we scatter, whoever is doing this will just go somewhere else. City to city, spot to spot. Whatever deaths came would be our fault and they'd have a lot easier time with anonymity on their side. We have the home field advantage... even if it is a risk." Marco said. Despite the gravity of the situation, Ren couldn't help but smile a little.

"Marco Iona, you are becoming so mature." Ren said, heaving a slight sigh, "I didn't want to carry through with it myself, but it had to be said. Your points, both of your points, are all very well said." Ren said.

We have to assume that the delay between the first attack and the second was because the weapon was destroyed. Another attack could happen at any time." Auel voiced.

"And the next full moon is coming." Doctor Woods added. Marco leaned back in his chair.

"I already promised Rigo I would be giving him his powers back. Rigo and Beck will join us during the next full moon. I don't know if it's better to get all the keepers in one place, or spread them out for the different packs." Marco said. Ren drummed her fingers on the table.

"One assailant with a penchant for taking advantage of distractions... Separate groups." Ren decided. Marco nodded at that.

"Then we have a plan." Marco said.

"I'll get started on sourcing out the weapon." Auel said. Doctor woods logged out of the computer, allowing the sensitive records to blank off the screen.

"And I'll keep you all updated as the results come back and we see if my hunch is confirmed."

"I have a feeling you're right. We just have to take this to the next level." Marco said, certainty filling his eyes.

****

Near perfect silence saturated the dorm room, Yale's silver eyes unblinking as he stared at the colorful flags and handkerchiefs strung across the walls and draped over the lamps. He'd bundled himself up in every blanket in the room, rendering himself a pyramid of comfort on the bottom bunk. He sat cross legged beneath the covers, hunched forward, his hands resting beneath his chin. Clawed fingers pulled the edge of the comforter closer and he slowly inhaled, closed his eyes, filling his lungs with Deo's scent; citrus peel and tart pine.

It wasn't a smell he'd consciously smelled before. In fact, he'd only smelled his roommate's sweat and musk before... but this aroma, it was inextricably, undeniably the true scent of his roommate, his love. A tear rolled down Yale's cheek as he reminded himself that he was going to lose everything now, one day after the happiest night of his life. His hands tightened, pain blooming where his sharp claws threatened to cut through his oddly resilient and tougher flesh.

"YALE!" The exclamation shot through the building like a lightning bolt, the pounding footsteps a sonorous thunder that followed after. Yale tensed, feeling his tail tightening almost painfully around his leg beneath the blankets. He sank down further into the covers, closing his eyes as if that would shield him from the inevitable Sword of Damocles hanging over his head. The footsteps grew louder and Deo stumbled over the last step, all but tripping into the room, grabbing onto the door frame with both hands to catch himself. Despite himself, Yale peeked out from the covers, looking at his clumsy roommate. Amadeo's eyes were like molten amber, his hair as radiant as fire, his chest heaving with breath.

"You shouldn't be here, it's not safe..." Yale murmured, his voice dripping with defeat. Deo straightened himself up in the doorway.

"It's going to be okay, Yale. You're here, you're alive. Even if you're a dark wolf we-" Deo was cut off as Yale hissed, the sound taking him aback.

"It's worse than that! I'm a monster, I'm... I'm something else." The fire died from Yale's voice as he spoke. Deo stepped closer. Yale tried to pull back but he wasn't fast enough, tangled in his nest of blankets and comforters . Deo sat down on the end of the bed, pinning him in the cocoon of his own creation. Gently, and with great tenderness, Deo reached over and pulled the covers back from Yale's head.

His roommate's dusty brown hair was still quite damp, the moisture bringing out more of a natural waviness than he'd had before. Yale still had the same perfect eyebrows, the adorable nose, the cute chin and the handsome cheekbones, but he also had ears unlike any Deo had seen before. Even in the dim lighting of the dorm room, the glistening purple scales on his cheeks and chin were unmistakable, and his mouth was pushed out ever so slightly similar to werewolves in their hybrid state.

"Can... can I see them?" Deo asked with tenderness and caution. Yale felt as if his heart was made of rice paper and Deo held it in his hands, but he still obliged. His lips parted, revealing two fangs that seemed almost too big for his mouth. Deo looked at his roommate's face, realizing there were speckles of purple tracing down his neck and across his shapely shoulders. Deo's concern slowly blossomed into a huge grin.

"Dude, you are fucking gorgeous..." Deo said simply. Yale's silver eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"What?" he muttered. Deo let out a slight laugh.

"Dude, you're fucking beautiful!" Deo said, "Ryan texted me at practice and said you turned into something else, but he didn't do you justice... You're gorgeous."

"I'm..." Yale tried to protest, but his mind was having a hard time coming up with words. Deo only grinned, reaching out to pull the covers back. Yale shivered as his bare shoulders were exposed, his arms closing around himself. His teeth, including his fangs, started to chatter. This time the words came easier. "I'm so cold..." he whispered. Deo ran a tongue across his lips playfully.

"I bet I can warm you up." Deo said with a grin. He gave Yale a quick wink before he jumped up and moved over, shutting the dorm room door and locking it. He all but bounded over to the thermostat and turned it to maximum. As the vent began to hiss with heat, Deo nodded in satisfaction before he moved back, climbing onto Yale's lap and straddling him. His hands returned to the cocoon of blankets, slowly peeling them back. Yale shivered a little more as the air hit his bare skin, but Deo was right - he was radiating heat. Yale looked up, blinking his silver eyes. Deo looked as if he was opening the best present of his life, his hands slowly caressing Yale's supple, smooth shoulders.

Deo leaned in slowly, tracing kisses from Yale's wet hair down to his neck before he kissed the tender flesh, his lips brushing lower until he kissed where his shoulder began, then further out on the shoulder blade. Yale moaned softly, his head slipping back, the tips of a forked tongue appearing at his lips. Deo grinned at that, flexing his right hand until his dark black claws emerged. He reached behind Yale, drawing his hand down with the utmost care, letting the tips of the claw graze from skin to scale and back again.

"Oh fuck, you're right..." Yale moaned. It was true, his shivering had stopped. Deo grinned, biting his bottom lip as his ears stretched into sharper points and jagged orange sideburns stretched down his cheeks. Deo gyrated his hips forward a few times before he reached down to peel back the blankets, revealing Yale's navel, then the tender flesh beneath.

"Bro, you came back here naked? That's so hot..." Deo murmured. Yale frowned.

"My clothes washed downstream, including my wallet." Yale said. Deo tilted his head side to side before he fished out his phone from his pocket, tapping out a text message quickly before he tossed his phone to the counter.

"I'll send my boys after it, they'll track it down. I don't want you worrying about anything, my love." Deo whispered. Yale blushed, though the color spreading into his cheeks was more wine colored than pink.

"This must be why so many guys like you. You're not just sexy, you're sweet." Yale said. Deo all but purred at that, reaching his clawed hand up to caress Yale's soft cheek.

"I would say like dark chocolate oranges, but most werewolves can't eat chocolate." Deo grinned, though the smile turned more tender as he looked deep into Yale's eyes, "But this is different... I have a lot of fun with the pack, but it's not exactly the sort of thing they write poetry or songs about. You are who I want to aspire to, who I want to come home to."

"You have no idea how much I fantasized about you saying something like that..." Yale said. Deo smiled, the soft meat of his clawed thumb rubbing the purple scales on the tip of Yale's chin.

"Rather than regretting what we missed out on, let's just make this point forward perfect. I'll be your nude model for all your raunchy drawings. We'll make all the bros jealous with how amazing of a couple we are. We'll explore your new life together. I'll be the best f-" Deo's words were interrupted as Yale clawed hands tangled in Deo's marmalade colored hair, the artist pulling his roommate into a passionate and hungry kiss. Deo let out a muffled squeak of surprise as a very long, very nimble forked tongue slithered into his mouth and nearly darted at the back of his throat. Deo's skilled hand began to massage Yale's chest, drifting up to trace faint lines across his pale skin, paying particular attention to his nipple.

To Deo's surprise and delight, he felt Yale pushing against him, maneuvering until it was Deo that came crashing down onto the mattress. Yale slid up on top of him, gyrating his groin against Deo's. The humping was slow at first, but grew faster. Yale turned his head sideways, sending his long, slender tongue all the way down Deo's mouth. Deo was thankful for his lack of a gag reflex as he writhed beneath his roommate. Yale broke the kiss as he sat upright on Deo's lap, throwing his head back, his long wet hair cascading just past his shoulder blades. Had it grown just since the time he'd wound up in the river? Yale continued to hump Deo harder and harder, moaning. Deo gazed up with slack jawed amazement as Yale's fangs seemed to elongate, growing sharper and curving with a wicked deadliness. The werewolf crossed his arms beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He appreciated the constellation of purple scales on Yale's neck, shoulders, elbows and forearms. Even his claws looked different.

"See, you're looking better already." Deo said. Yale managed to smile, his silver eyes glinting as he looked down at his roommate.

"You were right. You got me all hot and bothered." Yale said. As he spoke, Deo couldn't help notice the blankets shifting behind Yale before a glistening amethyst tail slithered free, slinking along Deo's muscular leg before it coiled around his ankle. The tip of the tail began to stroke up and down the sole of Deo's foot, making him shiver in surprise. Deo moaned, gasped and laughed, his arms flopping out from behind his head as he tried to get to Yale's tail. Yale arched an artful eyebrow, "You're ticklish?"

"Just one of my many-AH-loveable qualities, dude, let up! You're gonna make me-" Deo laughed even as he spasmed his way half off the bed. While his lap was pinned by his partner, his shoulders hit the rough beige utility carpet, his shorts sagging enough to reveal his ginger colored bush and the surprisingly furry brownish-red base of his werewolf sheath. Yale looked at his roommate with a different expression, one of hunger and desire, one that was far more predatory. The tickling had stopped. Deo looked into Yale's eyes and gasped slightly as the inky black pools of his irises seemed to spill over the silver rings, tainting the rest of his eyes until they were black orbs with silver irises.

Yale slowly bent forward, his long lean arms bracing against the floor. Yale's waist rotated slowly, releasing Deo long enough to let him drop further onto the floor. The freedom was short-lived as Yale slithered and slunk up along his roommate's body until their mouths were a fraction of an inch apart from one another. A slight glance revealed a swaying, almost hypnotic purple tail sweeping back and forth behind him. Deo felt the sharp edge of Yale's claws brush his shoulder before they sliced through the strap of his tank top. Deo gasped as he felt the claws do the same below his left arm, grazing his ribs as the side of his shirt was cut and a moan slipped out as the side of his shorts were similarly attacked.

Some small part of Deo must have sensed the change in the power dynamic and a mischievous grin crossed his lips. He dug his fingers into the carpet and pushed, pulling himself half a foot from underneath Yale. The shattered remains of his clothing tugged off, falling away. Yale murmured with satisfaction at how well it had worked. Deo was on his back, sitting half way up, his muscular pectorals and bulging biceps and triceps glistening in the light. His wild sideburns and pointed ears were exotic, his amber eyes intoxicating... but Deo was not the predator, not this time.

"Playing hard to get?" Yale asked. Deo grinned cheekily.

"Do you like that?" Deo asked, giving another push to slide half way out from under Yale. Yale said nothing, but as he pushed forward to slide up along Deo's body, there was a wet, sticky sounding crinkling noise. Deo's jaw dropped as he watched Yale's iris dappled legs stuck to one another, the flesh webbing and connecting, prying the limbs together. Yale's long tail sunk down along the crevice between the legs, all three seeming to meld together into a unified whole. Pale skin gave way to plum colored scales as if dominos were falling, the shifting rippling down from Yale's waist to where his toes disappeared into a sinuous tube of flesh and muscle.

Yale moaned, closing his dark eyes, a hand drifting up to toy with one of his own nipples as he felt the amazing sensation of his tail coming in. It was like he'd been sleeping all curled up in the fetal position his whole life and he finally had the room to stretch his body out. The tail slunk under the bunk bed until it grew too thick to fit easily, slapping its way out until it slithered and curled, curving around the dorm room floor. Yale's upper torso seemed better rooted, supported by new muscles and ligaments that slipped up his waist, anchoring him as his tail doubled in length and doubled again.

"Wow..." Deo whispered softly, looking up at his magnificent boyfriend. Yale had been so meek and unassuming before, pent up, constantly horny with no way to express it. Now he was one of a kind, a beautiful snake, a... naga? That's what they called them in mythology at least. Yale was magnificent, he was glorious, he was... dripping? Deo looked down at the root of his roommate's most exquisite manhood to realize that a clear liquid was oozing out of the folds of flesh that hugged his shaft. Deo's eyes widened, but it made sense. If werewolves had canine sheaths, then snakes would have... slits? Deo couldn't resist. Focusing carefully to retract his claws, Deo slipped a finger into the slit, feeling the silky lube like liquid leak out. Deciding to push his luck, he added a second finger.

"Fuck... Oh fuck!" Yale moaned, eyes clenched shut, fangs bared. The change was sudden and immediate as Yale's cock began to slide up along Deo's groin, then his stomach, inching ever higher. Every heartbeat pushed more blood into Yale's rod, the flesh slithering up along Deo's groin, his navel, his stomach, creeping ever higher.

"Oh god, this is going to be great..." Deo whispered. Yale tried to last, but he couldn't stand the pleasure. He suddenly grabbed onto Deo's shoulders, slamming him into the floor. His long, agile lower body began to undulate, rising and falling, pressing their cocks together. Deo arched his back, moaning, loving the feeling of being pinned. Hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. The mushroom shaped tip of Deo's cock stretched and strained to a point, the flesh turning from pink to scarlet red. Rust colored fur bristled out across Deo's balls, his sheath contracting to the base of his raging lycan member, but even as his prowess took on its werewolf form, Deo's shaft was completely smothered by Yale's.

Deo's eyes dilated, a little drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he was humped and ground against by a clearly superior male... The werewolf could feel the incredibly fat cockhead bumping against his sternum as they jumped. He wasn't just the longest male that Deo had ever been with, he was the widest too. Deo couldn't tell, but it felt as though his own puppy prick had found a groove underneath Yale's shaft in between two veins, a hot dog sliding down the two sides of a bun. Yale seemed to be enjoying it too from the way his moans were growing louder.

What had been lewd frotting grew into something more frantic. The warmth built as the friction did, Yale's hips moving up and down rapidly, the weight of his body pressing down tighter and heavier against his partner. Deo did his best to contribute, his hips pressing up despite his boyfriend's body mass, his cock rock hard as it slid deeper and deeper into that weird groove - a groove that seemed to be growing softer, silkier, and wetter by the second. Deo's golden eyes widened in confusion and shock as he tried to look down, to see what was going on, but a strange sloppy tearing noise came just before Deo's cock sprung upwards and Yale's amazing cock split into two.

"Shit!" Deo howled, feeling each of his pecs slapped by a long, fat naga cock. The interior edge of the shafts were pink and vulnerable for a moment until the skin healed up and regained its pliant vitality. Yale winced a little as a stinging sensation came as his urethras righted themselves, centering down the middle of the twin shafts. Yale panted in confusion, his onyx black eyes unfocused before he looked down at Deo and the double dicks resting along his abdomen. Deo's eyes glittered like a kid in a candy factory. A mischievous grin crossed the werewolf's face as he coiled his clawed fingers around both cocks, taking one in each hand.

The slightest pump of Deo's hands brought out a moan from Yale. That was all the encouragement Deo needed. Deo's hands slipped up and down, back and forth, tip to base and back again. He ground his teeth, putting every ounce of his strength to the test. Deo's fingers were almost burning hot as they pumped, but Yale couldn't have minded in the slightest. His tail twitched and slithered around the dorm room as he rose up to full height, once again sitting on Deo's lap, letting the werewolf jerk him off. Deo licked his lips, admiring just how long and full Yale was, studying the way the cocks plunged into that oozing, slick slit at the base of his shafts.

"You are a king... a glorious beast... The most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on... And you are, by far, the manliest..." Deo said. Yale moaned, his hips swaying forward and back, giving Deo more to work with. Yale's lanky arms stretched out languidly to his sides as he thrust into Deo's hand job, not sure what to do with them. His moans climbed in pitch and intensity. Both of his cocks felt like lightning rods receiving current. Deo sure knew how to-

A sloppy, wet squishing sound came as the pointed tip of Deo's canine cock began to slip into the tight space around the base of Yale's cock slit. Both young men were breathless at the sensation. Yale's eyes twitched while Deo's fangs were growing in his mouth. He never let go of Yale's twin cocks, but he carefully, slowly slid his manhood into Yale. The hot, wet interior was clearly meant to be where Yale's hemipenis retracted to when not in use, but with the twin swords deployed, there was just enough room for Deo. The werewolf kept moving as if his lover were some sort of strange rowing machine - working both cocks with his hands while thrusting deeper into that slit.

Little by little, Yale started to breathe again. His movements were no longer fluid, coming in spasms and twitches. He felt a cock where he had never imagined a cock to be, and he felt as if all the blood had left his brain to fill the massive members jutting out before him. Deo's clawed paws looked so good on his cocks, but Deo felt just as good inside him... inside his body... Unfiltered, unprotected, flesh in flesh, raw and intimate. Yale tried to moan but it came out as a clenched grunt. His eyes fluttered shut, grunting again... and then, as Yale gasped suddenly, he felt events start into motion that could not be stopped.

Deo got only a split second of warning, feeling a fluttering of the dual cocks he was wielding. A sputter of pearl colored cum erupted from Yale's left cock, then a little more from his right. The jism leaked across both of Deo's shoulders, one last tribute to the human Yale had been. The calm before the storm lingered for half a heartbeat before the coming tsunami. The Naga grabbed onto the werewolf's shoulders, claws digging into the flesh to anchor himself before he threw his head back and screamed out in pleasure, unleashing unrepentant torrents of sea foam tinged semen across Deo's sweaty chest.

Heaven? This had to be heaven, or so Deo thought as he felt the silky streams soaking him. Instinctively, he leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around one of the pulsating heads of Yale's masculinity. Deo tried to swallow, but his cheeks bulged at the volume until the werewolf relaxed his throat and let the thick, smooth cream pump straight down into his stomach. He managed to get the cock head and a few inches of shaft in, though the cock's partner was now pouring the naga's seed down his back, soaking him in the mossy scent.

Even the naga's cock slit felt like heaven, the root of the hemipenis pulsating against Deo's werewolf shaft until the werewolf whimpered, his ass tightening and then relaxing, his own tainted werewolf cum gushing out inside of Yale. A mixture of the werewolf's seed and the naga's lubricant oozed out messily across Deo's lap, soaking his balls and forming a puddle on the floor. Neither male could quite tell where one of them ended and the other began. They were a tangle of flesh, of limbs and extremities, of tails, a seething sea of pleasure.

A dull ache blossomed from the back of Deo's head, the injury the only thing that revealed to the red headed werewolf that he was now lying down rather than sitting up. Yale collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the wet floor, shifting slightly until he felt an odd tug at his slit... No matter how much he moved, there was a bloated blockage right where they came together, one that tied them to one another. Yale moved his waist a little, feeling the flesh tug and stretch him until he stopped. A soft, half hearted chuckle left Deo's tired lips.

"I knotted you. We're one now..." Deo whispered. Yale pursed his lips a little at that in consideration. Deo murmured as he felt his legs lifted up before warm, firm flesh coiled around them. His legs were squeezed together, held in place, encased in the maddening spirals of a purple scaled tail. Yale slowly lowered down again, resting his head on Deo's shoulder.

"We are one now." Yale agreed, draping one arm over Deo's ribs, the other slipping under the werewolf's head to prop it up. Deo smiled and closed his eyes. Yale snuggled tighter against his roommate, burying his face in the crook of Deo's neck. There had been so much fear an doubt and uncertainty... It had taken a mysterious stranger to give him that push, but even with the mental nudge gone, it felt as if Yale had shed his old skin and become someone new. He had claimed Deo, won his heart. No one, nothing would take that away from him.