[ He's still trying to claw, now he's trying to bite. If Gavin even remembers any of this, he'll be absolutely horrified he even said it. But that's the rub of the animal hind brain, the base and primal thoughts. No room for empathy, just pain and hurt and lashing out.
But the pain in his voice does hit him in he chest, hollowing out his chest. Gavin pauses for a moment. Has the thought of what it'd be like if he lost Eli, if he was alone...
...and a fresh, new anger boils over inside him. So he lashes out again. ]
You fucking made me too different now! We were always supposed to be exactly the same!
[ Hank pushes back again, putting all of his force into the counterattack as Gavin comes for him. It's easy to shift through pain and hurt and anger when they're like this, every feeling raw and vibrant and feral. But uh, this is super the weirdest thing to be upset about? Hank doesn't have much room in his head to feel too sympathetic. ]
[ Ohhh, that's bad. Hank can't say he's surprised, what with their natural instincts being to grow the pack, to get stronger and take over territory and all that, but the logical part of his brain is kind of asleep right now so his brain provides the following alternative: nah. That's the kind of shit that you get in trouble with your alpha for, Gavin. Hank roars in response, jumping Gavin to try and pin him to the ground, claws and all. ]
No. Absolutely not, Reed! I'm not turning anybody and neither are you.
[ Oh. Hello. He hits the ground but the alpha roar is what knocks the wind out of him. He lays there a moment, panting and wheezing. He gulps. Apparently that's all he needed to calm down from that particular rage. But now it's uncovered another feeling simmering underneath. ]
[ Hank growls, crowding over Gavin and holding him down with all of his strength. That's much more like it. Having Gavin actually submit to him feels... good? Yeah. It makes him want to lean down and bite him again, claiming him and taking him so he knows--
Well, shit. It's a good thing Hank has a modicum of control. ]
[ Ohhh, yeah Hank can tell where this is going. He can practically smell the difference now, never mind the connection they have -- it's stronger like this. It's good. That new sound of his purrs hits Hank deep, slipping through his control with well-aimed precision. Fuck. Now Hank's sweating too, his breaths coming louder than before.
He should stop this. Gavin doesn't want this. It's just the curse talking, and yet... ]
[ Oh but Gavin definitely does. Even before he bit him, for a long time... poor little rookie Gavin, pining and heartbroken.
Except now here they are, feral and passionate. Among other things. Gavin licks his own lips, still panting. He moans and tilts his head back, a submissive gesture, showing his alpha his neck. Where he bit him. ]
Yours. [ His voice is wrecked, keening with want. He's trembling. ] Hank.
[ It's too much to deny, not when he's baring his neck like that and Hank's running hot on instinct and the desire to claim and put Gavin in his place. He has to -- he's the alpha, after all. He's in charge. How else would he stake his claim if not like this? ]
Fuck.
[ Hank growls the word out, nostrils flaring as he takes in Gavin's submission. Yeah, whatever control he has is nothing compared to this. All Hank can think is yes, and all he wants is to take and claim and protect. ]
Mine.
[ Hank closes the gap and hovers there for a second, warm breath on Gavin's neck before he presses against the mark and bites him. His sharp teeth break the skin slowly, savoring the feeling to make sure Gavin knows who's in charge. Hank is his alpha. Gavin is his. That's just how it works now. ]
[ His pulse is rushing in his ears as he watches Hank, tongue practically hanging out as he pants and waits. These few second are a delicious sort of torture.
He's never wanted to submit to someone before. Never even crossed his mind. But here he is, aching for it, it being all he can think of. Gavin full body shudders at the final 'mine,' cooing. ]
Yours.
[ And then he feels teeth and he yowls, but in the best kind of way. Gavin arches his back, reaching up to grab Hank around the shoulders and dig his claws in. His, his, his. Only his. Only Hank's. ]
Haa~aank. [ The warm feeling of his own blood against his neck shouldn't be this arousing. ]
[ God, but that feels right. Every sound Gavin makes, every shudder and gasp just fills Hank with satisfaction. Even Gavin's claws digging into his shoulders just make him growl louder, purring low and deep as he marks Gavin as his. His pack. His wolf. The only one.
He's not here for the taste though. Once he's bitten deep and savored the blood that spilled from the mark, Hank pulls back. He's panting, his pupils blown wide and amber eyes bright. Fuck, he's hard. What the fuck. ]
[ When his teeth sink in, he feels it too. That deep connection, that same curse flowing through both their veins. He feels like a part of Hank, teeth settled deep in his neck as his blood pounds around them. Oh fuck. He's so far gone in werewolf crazy town right now. All base instincts, desires.
Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
[ Bad enough Hank is already hungry for it, when Gavin reaches up and touches the bite, Hank gets to enjoy the feeling in stereo. There's no need to think anymore -- any control that remained vanishes in that moment. Hank splays his fingers over Gavin's chest, feeling that loud, rapid beat that tells him how good and alive and perfect he is. Who'd have thought he'd ever think that about Gavin fucking Reed? ]
Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]
[ Who indeed! He wants this though, oh how deeply he wants this. He's dreamed about Hank's big hands on him more than he'd ever want to admit.
He whines back in response and then oh, yes, lips. Gavin tugs him down even farther, reaching his free arm back around Hank's shoulders and burying it in his hair. Finally. He coos, keens, and purrs under the attention.
His ruts his hips up in response, a messy and wanton little movement of his hips. Have your way with him Hank, oh baby. He nips at his bottom lip. ]
[ It's not gonna be graceful, that's for sure. Gavin's a good kid, don't get him wrong. And he's hot—probably annoyingly so. Saving his life and spending the last couple of days with him has made Hank pretty fond of him. It's nothing like a decade-long crush, but right now none of that matters. Only instinct and desire and the pull of their bond are fueling him now. Hank drags his hand down Gavin's chest, hard enough to scratch. To mark him, even if the wound will ultimately heal. ]
Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]
[ A crush mixed with heartbreak. You were kind to him Hank, treated him like an equal but still with much to learn. Gavin thought that meant you were going to whisk him away and when he learned you were with Beth a little part of him died.
But now, it's not her. It's him. He's the one with Hank, by his side. It makes him feel smug, superior, better. He moans at the scratches, arching up to lean into his claws more. Fuck, this shouldn't feel so good...! He wants Hank to tear him apart and pull him back together. ]
Yours. Hank, please. I need you.
[ He's convinced he'll shatter to pieces once Hank stops touching him, marking him. The fresh wound on his neck is healed but he brings up one of Hank's hands, pressing it back to his neck. ]
[ It could never be her as long as Hank was like this. As long as he was cursed—he'd outlive his family one way or another, and after Cole, it just didn't make sense anymore. Beth was never going to know all of him. The wolf he kept inside, caged but never tamed, is just as much a part of him as the rest of him. He can deny it no more.
Maybe that's why his ex-wife had insisted he never turn anyone. Maybe she knew that there would always be a wall between them, keeping them apart.
No such wall exists between Hank and Gavin. When Gavin takes his hand and presses it against the mark, Hank nearly jerks himself on the spot. An intense rush of need hits Hank as he feels everything Gavin is feeling, from the desire to be torn apart to the little spur of superiority he gets from knowing it's him that Hank has chosen.
Well, he's not wrong. Hank chose him. He bit him and marked him and he means to do it all again because he wants and it feels so good to hold his beta down and give in to what he wants. Hank squeezes around the mark on Gavin's neck and keeps rutting down against him. If Gavin thinks he's going to stop touching him any time soon, he's got another thing coming. ]
[ Gavin wonders if it's because she knew he'd get stronger, more assured. And Hank can be goddamn unstoppable when he's like that; it's always been one of the things he admired. One of the things he was disappointed about.
But, enough of that. He's the one under Hank right now, the one he's pouring all of his attention onto. He'd preen if he wanted to, so drunk on the feeling.
He cries at the squeeze, one of pure lust and delight. Gavin matches his movements, tilting his head back even more to give him more access to his neck. Total submission, carotid artery throbbing in his neck.
He wants to taste him. He brings a clawed finger to Hank's lips, pressing, hoping for permission to draw blood. ]
[ Hank squeezes at the pulse point, feeling the thrum of blood and the beat of Gavin's heart under his fingers. He could keep squeezing, choke Gavin till he turned blue—there's power to the knowledge, power that Gavin is clearly enjoying and that just makes it better. Hank squeezes again, just to feel that spike of pleasure again. ]
Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]
[ And Gavin would be totally down for that. Truthfully he's always liked it a little rough and this whole werewolf thing has only made it... worse. He leans into his hand, growling.
He grins at his comment, so beyond the point of being able to speak at all coherently. He shivers when Hank's tongue brushes against his claw, the feel of the warm blood pooling under his finger sends another hot wave of arousal throughout his body.
Gavin tugs his finger away then grabs at Hank to pull him down, kissing him hot and open mouthed, pressing his tongue against the wound. ]
[ There's a time for gentle and time for rough and a full moon is not the time for gentle. Hank squeezes, claws tightening around Gavin's throat. He applies more pressure, bit by bit, putting what little control he has to good use, obviously.
Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]
[ Ah... Gavin wheezes, air escaping his throat in staccato little sounds. Yet the hot flush of arousal spikes for a moment, white hot behind his eyelids, and he ruts up against Hank like a man in a desert desperate for water.
When they kiss, it seems to calm that flash point feeling just enough, the taste of his blood causing his bones to hum. It might be rather significant for two werewolves to share blood on one's first full moon but... well, they don't exactly have a handbook or anything.
Gavin coos when they pull away, his lips tinged red. He stares up at Hank, reverent, and reaches up to cup his face. ]
[ Yeah, whoops, they... probably should have shown a little more restraint in the blood sharing department but look, Hank has been doing this alone for so long. Whether he's realized it or not, he's wanted a mate for years, and wanted a pack for even longer. Hank can only hold back his instincts for so long until they take over for him, and this is definitely a case of that. He can't quite tell they've done something, though he feels so close and connected with Gavin that it should probably be a sign.
But fuck it, Hank can't regret it when Gavin sounds so good and moves so perfectly. He is Hank's now, always, and that's how it should be. Hank eases up on choking him, the affection and warmth he gets from such simple words are enough to make him smile softly, even with his instincts driving him to take and claim without hesitation. ]
Shit, Reed.
[ Hank leans back in to kiss him, dragging his tongue over his lips to wipe them clean. Gavin can totally bite him though, Hank's certainly not against getting even if he's the alpha. ]
[ He purrs, vibrates with happiness for being praised. He wants to wrap his legs around his waist but holds back when he kisses him. Gavin nips at his bottom lip then licks at the pinprick wounds.
Maybe it's the mix of everything, but a spike of confidence gets past his instincts. He presses his thumbs gently into Hank's beard as he pulls away, licking his own lips. His eyes shine. ]
Say my name.
[ His real name. This newfound bond between them isn't fully settled and Gavin's primal brain can sense it. Call him his name, Hank, and claim him. ]
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But the pain in his voice does hit him in he chest, hollowing out his chest. Gavin pauses for a moment. Has the thought of what it'd be like if he lost Eli, if he was alone...
...and a fresh, new anger boils over inside him. So he lashes out again. ]
You fucking made me too different now! We were always supposed to be exactly the same!
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You kidding me? You're twins, not clones!
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You should bite him too, then you'd get it. Then it'd be right again.
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No. Absolutely not, Reed! I'm not turning anybody and neither are you.
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Right... yeah. Right. Yes sir.
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[ Hank growls, crowding over Gavin and holding him down with all of his strength. That's much more like it. Having Gavin actually submit to him feels... good? Yeah. It makes him want to lean down and bite him again, claiming him and taking him so he knows--
Well, shit. It's a good thing Hank has a modicum of control. ]
No one else, got it? That's not your choice.
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[ He sounds breathless again. He's drenched in sweat, panting. Pupils blown. He leans down to nuzzle at Hank's hand, staring to purr again.
It's different from before, deeper, but it's a rib rattling sound. It's not angry now, just thick and cloying. ]
Just me.
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[ Ohhh, yeah Hank can tell where this is going. He can practically smell the difference now, never mind the connection they have -- it's stronger like this. It's good. That new sound of his purrs hits Hank deep, slipping through his control with well-aimed precision. Fuck. Now Hank's sweating too, his breaths coming louder than before.
He should stop this. Gavin doesn't want this. It's just the curse talking, and yet... ]
You're mine, got it?
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Except now here they are, feral and passionate. Among other things. Gavin licks his own lips, still panting. He moans and tilts his head back, a submissive gesture, showing his alpha his neck. Where he bit him. ]
Yours. [ His voice is wrecked, keening with want. He's trembling. ] Hank.
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Fuck.
[ Hank growls the word out, nostrils flaring as he takes in Gavin's submission. Yeah, whatever control he has is nothing compared to this. All Hank can think is yes, and all he wants is to take and claim and protect. ]
Mine.
[ Hank closes the gap and hovers there for a second, warm breath on Gavin's neck before he presses against the mark and bites him. His sharp teeth break the skin slowly, savoring the feeling to make sure Gavin knows who's in charge. Hank is his alpha. Gavin is his. That's just how it works now. ]
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He's never wanted to submit to someone before. Never even crossed his mind. But here he is, aching for it, it being all he can think of. Gavin full body shudders at the final 'mine,' cooing. ]
Yours.
[ And then he feels teeth and he yowls, but in the best kind of way. Gavin arches his back, reaching up to grab Hank around the shoulders and dig his claws in. His, his, his. Only his. Only Hank's. ]
Haa~aank. [ The warm feeling of his own blood against his neck shouldn't be this arousing. ]
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He's not here for the taste though. Once he's bitten deep and savored the blood that spilled from the mark, Hank pulls back. He's panting, his pupils blown wide and amber eyes bright. Fuck, he's hard. What the fuck. ]
Fuck, Reed... You sound... I...
[ Fuck!! ]
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Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
Please.
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Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]
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He whines back in response and then oh, yes, lips. Gavin tugs him down even farther, reaching his free arm back around Hank's shoulders and burying it in his hair. Finally. He coos, keens, and purrs under the attention.
His ruts his hips up in response, a messy and wanton little movement of his hips. Have your way with him Hank, oh baby. He nips at his bottom lip. ]
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Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]
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But now, it's not her. It's him. He's the one with Hank, by his side. It makes him feel smug, superior, better. He moans at the scratches, arching up to lean into his claws more. Fuck, this shouldn't feel so good...! He wants Hank to tear him apart and pull him back together. ]
Yours. Hank, please. I need you.
[ He's convinced he'll shatter to pieces once Hank stops touching him, marking him. The fresh wound on his neck is healed but he brings up one of Hank's hands, pressing it back to his neck. ]
Let me feel you.
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Maybe that's why his ex-wife had insisted he never turn anyone. Maybe she knew that there would always be a wall between them, keeping them apart.
No such wall exists between Hank and Gavin. When Gavin takes his hand and presses it against the mark, Hank nearly jerks himself on the spot. An intense rush of need hits Hank as he feels everything Gavin is feeling, from the desire to be torn apart to the little spur of superiority he gets from knowing it's him that Hank has chosen.
Well, he's not wrong. Hank chose him. He bit him and marked him and he means to do it all again because he wants and it feels so good to hold his beta down and give in to what he wants. Hank squeezes around the mark on Gavin's neck and keeps rutting down against him. If Gavin thinks he's going to stop touching him any time soon, he's got another thing coming. ]
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But, enough of that. He's the one under Hank right now, the one he's pouring all of his attention onto. He'd preen if he wanted to, so drunk on the feeling.
He cries at the squeeze, one of pure lust and delight. Gavin matches his movements, tilting his head back even more to give him more access to his neck. Total submission, carotid artery throbbing in his neck.
He wants to taste him. He brings a clawed finger to Hank's lips, pressing, hoping for permission to draw blood. ]
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Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]
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He grins at his comment, so beyond the point of being able to speak at all coherently. He shivers when Hank's tongue brushes against his claw, the feel of the warm blood pooling under his finger sends another hot wave of arousal throughout his body.
Gavin tugs his finger away then grabs at Hank to pull him down, kissing him hot and open mouthed, pressing his tongue against the wound. ]
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Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]
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When they kiss, it seems to calm that flash point feeling just enough, the taste of his blood causing his bones to hum. It might be rather significant for two werewolves to share blood on one's first full moon but... well, they don't exactly have a handbook or anything.
Gavin coos when they pull away, his lips tinged red. He stares up at Hank, reverent, and reaches up to cup his face. ]
Beautiful.
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But fuck it, Hank can't regret it when Gavin sounds so good and moves so perfectly. He is Hank's now, always, and that's how it should be. Hank eases up on choking him, the affection and warmth he gets from such simple words are enough to make him smile softly, even with his instincts driving him to take and claim without hesitation. ]
Shit, Reed.
[ Hank leans back in to kiss him, dragging his tongue over his lips to wipe them clean. Gavin can totally bite him though, Hank's certainly not against getting even if he's the alpha. ]
You're so good.
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Maybe it's the mix of everything, but a spike of confidence gets past his instincts. He presses his thumbs gently into Hank's beard as he pulls away, licking his own lips. His eyes shine. ]
Say my name.
[ His real name. This newfound bond between them isn't fully settled and Gavin's primal brain can sense it. Call him his name, Hank, and claim him. ]
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