I&#x27;m Not A Wolf

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

“Impossible…maybe not, but…difficult. It’s so hard…” Jack let out a heavy sigh and shook his head, shrugging his coat back on with a little shrug of his shoulders. He cocked his head to the side as he listened to his other’s words, humming softly as he closed his eyes, thinking about all the ways that he could change this place. All the ways he wanted to change this place. Rather than speak he opened the door to the booth and swept his way out of it, hell bent on his office.

The black haired demon rushed through his club toward his office, turning away his concerned employees with a wave of his hand. Once he was tucked away in his office he grabbed out some books from behind the desk slamming it down and flipping them open. There were several drawings of the layout of the club on the pages, but with changes labelled on there.

Once he was sure Matt had followed him he pointed to them. “I’d scrap the concept completely. Take out some of the booths and make the remaining ones a bit more posh, more available for hosting rather than just hooking.” He ran a hand through his hair and then pointed to a spot on the page. “There’s an untapped spring around this area…we could tap it but it would be a bit of work.”

It took him a moment to realize that Jack was leaving, but the minute he realized it, he stalked through the club, fresh on Jack’s heels and dodging the people that didn’t get out of his way fast enough. It was almost hard to follow the other man since he didn’t spot the red hair, but once he found him, he was smiling.

Shutting the door behind him, he then settled in one of Jack’s chairs and waited until Jack found what he had been looking for. Standing once Jack started pointing at the book in front of him, Matt looked over the plans and was impressed at how detailed and consise they were. Things were so methodical and labelled neatly... Matt felt like he’d been slightly hoodwinked.

Looking at a man he thought he knew well, there was a brand new facet to the respect he had for him. Looking over the plans, he liked the look of them. It would mean a complete overhaul of the club, but... but it would be worth it. It would be something completely different and unique... Something that would let Jack make his mark.

Matt could feel an excitement in his gut and he knew that this was something worth doing. Something exciting and worth the effort. Taking a deep breath, he let it out with a smile and said, “This is going to need a new name. But... this looks amazing, Jacky. You should let Taylor come take pictures once everything is done. He also might have some good shots of landscapes on the island...”

Learning Kinks...

The reverence in the way that Matt touched him, moved inside of him, spoke to him; it shook Taylor to his very core. It felt as if the entirety of who he was was burned away down to his very core and then remade as something new and better than it was before. Taylor was a new man as much as Matt was, bright and shiny like a fresh minted coin and happy to be held so close as the molten newness eased into place.

The blonde’s body shuddered so greatly under the force of the older man’s thrusts, body arching up for more every time he tried to pull back. The way Matt’s body pressed into that bundle of nerves had Taylor making high needy noises in the back of his throat. The way that Matt held him close had him shaking, their bodies barely parting.

“I-I’m close….so close….mmmmn…Matt!” His arms twined around his lover’s body, keeping them closer. “Together Tiger…please…I’m so close.”

Matt just looked down at Taylor, watching as it was all slowly getting to be too much for him and it only spurred Matt’s desire for the blond that much more. He absolutely loved the look on his face as he got closer and closer and he couldn’t wait to see how he looked when they did it anally.

His hands gripped at the smaller man’s hips and he moved faster, the last of his control getting ready to snap the moment he felt Taylor snap. He wanted to hold back, make this good and last as long as he could, but he could feel it rushing in on him faster than he thought. It had been so long since he’d been with someone—the last person had that stripper—and he needed it...

Pulling Taylor completely into his lap, he helped him bounce up and down in his lap, his mouth going to Taylor’s throat and lightly nipping at the skin there. “Cum for me, Bunny. I’m so damn close... I’ll cum when you cum...”

#wrightofway #islensfw

Learning Kinks...

Matt was still amazed by how good all this felt. He’d always been completely uninterested in the workings of those that were biologically female, so what was happening to Taylor was just as new to him. And it was fascinating.

The way Taylor reacted to his touch, the softness of his body and the way his body held him in… it was all so wonderful and new.

Catching the way Taylor reacted to the hard thrust, he gave another hard thrust, moaning loud when he felt Taylor clamp down on him. He needed this more than he ever thought possible. Looking down at Taylor, he said, “You smooth talker, you. Now I’m definitely going to have to take my time with you next time. Give you everything you deserve…”

Never in a million years had Taylor thought he’d have sex this way. In fact he’d put this on his never going to happen ever list, but the way Matt felt inside of him, as if the older man’s presence was pushed into ever corner of his existence was breathtaking. He gasped for air through the moans and clung to Matt’s body as he rolled his hips into the other’s thrusts.

“M-Matt-” The next hard thrust dragged a ragged sound of pleasure from his throat and left the blonde shuddering for a few seconds. It was good, so good, but he wanted to ride this race out to the finish. Rather than continuing their banter, Taylor leaned up and caught Matt’s mouth with his own, kissing him until the older man was as breathless as he felt.

When he pulled back, Taylor looked up at Matt as if the man had been the one to hang the sun in the sky. He licked his lips and gave his best sultry smile as he spoke, voice tight with need. “Please…as wonderful as your voice is…I think I might faint if we don’t keep going.” His nails dug into Matt’s shoulder blades lightly to emphasize his point.

“Matt please…take me…”

Matt hungrily reciprocated the kiss. He'd never felt this desperate or hungry for anyone before and now that the two of them were like this, he never wanted it to stop. The feeling of just being with Taylor like this was enough to make him feel like he was glowing from the inside out. Holding Taylor close, he rose up onto his knees just a little bit better and started going hard.

"Tay... my beautiful, beautiful boy... my love..." There was a reverence in his voice as he continued to drive himself into the smaller blond and he wanted nothing more than to make him tip over the edge again. To feel those silken muscles clenching down on his cock as they both came... He needed to feel it so damn badly.

Shifting their angle so every time he bottomed out his pelvis smashed against that little bundle of nerves between Taylor's legs, Matt cupped Taylor's ass and held him tight against him, feeling the pleasure shooting up his spine. "Tell me you're close, bunny. Tell me..."

#wrightofway #islensfw

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

As Jack folded in on himself, Matt felt like he’d kicked a puppy. And he had a feeling that if Taylor saw him like this he would be very disappointed in him. Matt didn’t want to be that kind of man anymore and he needed to prove to Jack he’d changed.

Moving toward the redhead, he sat down next to him and wrapped him in a hug, fully expecting violence against his person, but attempting to comfort his friend anyway. His voice was soft, almost like he was talking to Taylor, as he said, “I’m sorry, Jack. So goddamn sorry for what happened to you. I… I’m sure I’ll never fully understand the torture you went through.”

Baring part of his soul seemed like that was what it was going to take to maybe get Jack to trust him again. “I’m honestly worried about you, Jacky. You feel too thin and… I get that you’re dealing with shit right now, but I want you to know I’m a call away. I’m not going to be a booty call, but a friendly ear when you need it. I know you probably can’t go talk to the priest about things that are bothering you, but you can tell me anything and I won’t tell a soul.”

“Let me be your friend, Jack. I want to help you find your feet again.”

Jack stiffened like a statue at the first touch, something in his fractured brain expecting pain. When he received affection he almost stiffened up more. It almost felt wrong coming from someone who wasn’t Lee, but he didn’t have the energy to lash out at the other male. Instead he slumped, his fight sapped from him and his eyes closing.

“I’m not thinner…I’m just…smaller….” It wasn’t something he could explain rationally. It was just how he felt when he was out in the world. When he was with his lover he felt like a person, but it was something that slowly leeched away the longer he was on his own, the longer the memories were allowed to fester without distraction. He swiped a hand over his eyes and sighed raggedly.

“I’m starting to think that I never had my feet in the first place. I thought I was larger than life…and now…some days I’m not sure I’m a person.” The demon sighed weakly and pushed himself away from the other male slightly. “You humans are lucky you know, you can turn over a new leaf…start yourselves off fresh. Demons? We are damned…so completely, bound to our natures.” Jack laughed bitterly. “I don’t even like you but I was willing to sleep with you, broken when you wouldn’t, because my very nature dictates that I am a warm hole to be used by others. The physical torture…that was pain and hurt, but it’s over now. It’s passed but the knowledge that it brought lingers…and for the first time in my existence I envy the humans and the Risen.”

Jack snorted and stood to grab his pants, pulling them on with sluggish movements. “But that’s not why you’re here…to listen to me wax philosophic about my life.”

#bodyoftemptation #mobile

Matt could just feel how broken Jack felt and why he didn't completely understand how Jack was feeling, he could empathize. Watching as Jack got dressed, he moved back over to the leather couch and sat down on the edge. He was quiet as he gathered his thoughts and after a moment, he showed he wasn't entirely 12.

"Who says you can't turn over a new leaf? Just because it's in your nature to not be able to fight those things doesn't mean it can't be done." Keeping his voice soft, he said, "It just means that you have to work that much harder and that every little victory you have is worth just that much more."

Sitting back, he said, "I came here, bound to find a way to save you and this club... but I don't think you need me to save you. You're doing a pretty damn good job of that on your own." Grabbing a grape, he popped it in his mouth and gave a nod at how good it tasted. Looking back at Jack, he said, "If I gave you however much money you needed to fix this place--be it just pouring money into your dancers or even completely redecorating this place--what would you do?"

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

Matt took every word hurled at him. It was true, all of it. He had stopped fucking Jack, but not for the reasons Jack thought. He’d respected the demon too much and cared too much for his friendship to ruin what it was he had when he’d been on his mission to forget about Taylor. The other boys in the club had been prime for fucking, but Jack… Jack was his friend.

Waiting until it was over, he said, “You’re right. I was an asshole to you and I’m sorry. I should’ve explained to you that you were suddenly my friend and when I went on my mission to forget about Taylor that I didn’t want to use you like I was using those other boys. If I could do it all over again I would…”

Licking his lips, he looked up at the redhead and said, “There are many, many things I’ve done in my life I should regret but never did. I regret the fact that what I did made you feel less than you should have, and I regret that god awful night. If you never trust me again, that would be completely understandable, but you need to know that I respect you more than I ever have anyone else in my life and I was too fucking stupid to understand it until it was too late.”

“And I’m not trying to steal your club. I want to help you keep from shutting your doors.” Leaning back again, his eyes trained on Jack. Letting out a rueful laugh, he said, “Do you want to know why I quit calling you beautiful? Because you and I had moved past the cutesy pet names by then. But just because I stopped didn’t make it any less true. You’re still beautiful, Irish. A few scars doesn’t change that.”

“Respect me?” Jack sneered at that. Anyone who said that was a liar in his book, because no one actually did it. He knew he was the butt of jokes, the slut that was running the business. The weakling trying to train others. He looked away. “Then why does no one respect my wishes of wanting to take my fucking time processing this. You want me to forgive you, trust you, and bloody invite you into my business all in one fell swoop and you bloody well wanted to convince me to do it by implying you’re going to have sex with me when you know that I physically need it, embarrassing me in front of my staff by telling them not to serve me alcohol, and sitting there high and mighty throwing fruit at me because you think I’m being unreasonable? Are you starting to see why I don’t-”

And then Matt laughed, that little laugh and something in Jack snapped, like a crystal glass that’s been vibrating for a long time finally hearing that last destructive high note. Without moving his position he seemed to crash in on himself, folding in like a black hole had opened up inside of his gut, sucking down every ounce of light from his eyes and soul. He stumbled back, sitting at on the edge of the small stage. “D-Don’t…”

Feeling small and fragile, Jack tugged his knees up. “Don’t talk about these scars….like you understand what they are…” He closed his eyes trying to block out the feelings and memories of those weeks in hell. “If you respected me….you wouldn’t…you wouldn’t…”

As Jack folded in on himself, Matt felt like he'd kicked a puppy. And he had a feeling that if Taylor saw him like this he would be very disappointed in him. Matt didn't want to be that kind of man anymore and he needed to prove to Jack he'd changed.

Moving toward the redhead, he sat down next to him and wrapped him in a hug, fully expecting violence against his person, but attempting to comfort his friend anyway. His voice was soft, almost like he was talking to Taylor, as he said, "I'm sorry, Jack. So goddamn sorry for what happened to you. I... I'm sure I'll never fully understand the torture you went through."

Baring part of his soul seemed like that was what it was going to take to maybe get Jack to trust him again. "I'm honestly worried about you, Jacky. You feel too thin and... I get that you're dealing with shit right now, but I want you to know I'm a call away. I'm not going to be a booty call, but a friendly ear when you need it. I know you probably can't go talk to the priest about things that are bothering you, but you can tell me anything and I won't tell a soul."

"Let me be your friend, Jack. I want to help you find your feet again."

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Awkwaaaaaard [closed]

“Hello, how may I help you?” Jamie asked without really looking up. He’d finally gotten back into his normal work schedule after recovering from his period of depression and avoiding work. It’d caused a heavy hit on his savings, but it was okay, Jamie would manage without the extra money. Though, Jamie was happy to be back at work, finding it a little boring to be at home all the time. Looking up after a moment to smile at the costumer, Jamie was surprised to see Matt standing in front of him and well actually frowned a little bit.

It had been a while since he’d seen Matt and now that Jamie was seeing him, he knew why he’d been avoiding seeing Matt. There was a little fear there that talking to Matt would upset Jack again because well after all that Jack had been through he didn’t want to upset Jack anymore than he had, but there was also a little remorse. After all Matt had suffered as well. Looking down and away, Jamie asked quietly, “What can I do for you?”

@demoninhumanskin

Matt had been trying to think of a way to approach the young man, but had thought it hopeless. If anything, he'd been an asshole and made poor decisions, but he still had to apologize to Jamie. Making amends and all that.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Hi, Jamie. I've come to apologize for that night..." Putting his hands behind his back, he swallowed hard and added, "I handled the situation poorly and if I had the chance to go back and do it again, I would. I'm sorry I caused issues between you and Jack."

#daisycrownedchild

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

“Oh really? Why did we stop fucking then? Because one day it’s all ‘Oh you’re the best beautiful’ and now I’m just the ‘Irish fucker’.” Jack’s eyes were laser points of anger as he returned the narrowed eyed look. His fingers curled against his arms tighter. “You just kind of stopped fucking me and started in with your twinks, you even made a move on MY twink. So no, You and I know shit. You know shit, but me I’m left in the dark.”

He turned his eyes back onto the mirror and suddenly every scar stood out ten times more than it did before, and in a sudden fit of self shame, Jack dragged his shirt back over to himself and pulled it over his head, keeping his eyes closed for good measure. He took a deep breath and laughed bitterly. “I didn’t disappear…I was kidnapped…and you want to know what this is about, really?”

The demon stood from his spot on the stage, stepping down and raising his arm. He didn’t strike the human in front of him, though, he instead swept his arm over the table, sending papers and briefcase scattering. “It’s because I can’t bring myself to trust you anymore. Because I can’t tell if you’re going to stab me in the back when a ripe opportunity presents itself.”

“So if you wanted it you should have gotten the club when the fucking bank offered it, because it’s mine, and I will NEVER put it in the hands of anyone I can’t trust.”

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

The demon’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his teeth bared in a snarl that echoed his frustrations, nails digging hard into only recently healed over palms. The only thing that stopped the demon from breaking skin again was knowing that Lee would worry if he did it twice in less than a week. So instead Jack dropped down onto the stage, sitting cross-legged and leaning back against the metal of the pole.

Jack crossed his arms over his chest resolutely and turned his head away from what Matt was doing on the couch. “I rent out rooms for sex, not board rooms for meetings. I don’t have to do shite but suck cock in his room.” His nails dug into his arms to keep from changing with the anger running through him, because that was the last thing he needed.

This is not what his self esteem was craving… “I know I’m too old for you, what with being older than ten and scarred over nine ways from hell, but you can either unzip your pants or fuck off.”

“Good thing for me this pertains to sex.” Matt grabbed a grape and chucked it at Jack, trying to break the demon out of his pout. He’d learned his lesson before about whipping his dick out to all and sundry, plus he had Taylor at home and he was worth so much more than a quick fuck with an old friend.

Matt raised a brow and said, “That’s a low blow, you Irish fucker. You and I both know that we didn’t stop fucking because I didn’t find you attractive enough.” Sitting back in the couch, he just watched him for a moment. Narrowing his eyes at Jack, he said, “I have a question. Is this really because you think I want to steal your business or is it still because of Jamie? I can understand if it’s worry about the business, but if it’s about Jamie... I haven’t even talked to him since that night.”

Looking back at his papers, he sighed and said, “If I wanted the club so goddamn badly, I would’ve bought it when you disappeared. Fucking suits came up to me and offered me a chance to buy the mortgage outright. I turned them down. So think whatever you want about that.”

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

Jack watched his movements through the mirror like a cobra watches a mongoose, leery and ready to strike at a seconds notice. His teeth bared subconsciously at the sight of papers being pulled from the briefcase and turned on the other male with a half snarl growling in the back of his throat. “If you aren’t you can bloody well hell get out!” He stood on the small stage part of the room, adamantly refusing to cover himself now, leaning back against the pole with a fixed grimace.

The demon was just about to let loose another tirade of anger when the door opened for the little server carrying in the tray. Jack looked it over with an air of disgust. “Where’s the booze that comes with that?” As the girl stammered out that the gentleman asked for it to be left out, Jack swung his fist into the mirror hard enough to make it shake precariously in it’s frame the waitress squeaked and promised to bring some along.

Jack then rounded on Matt, tempted to flip the tray into his face, but keeping himself restrained by not allowing himself to step from the stage. “How dare you lie to me in my own bloody club, you’ve some fucking nerve…”

Matt watched as Jack threw his little tantrum, not even flinching when the redhead punched the mirror. Waiting with him to be finished like he had the most bored expression on his face, Matt watched as the girl scurried away. He’d intercept the whiskey when she came back because he needed Jack fucking sober to get through this.

“I never lied to you. Not this time, anyway.” He wasn’t going to say he never lied because they both would know that was a fucking lie, but he continued on. “I bought your time for half an hour, Jack. And you’re going to listen to what I have to say or I’m going to leave and take the two grand with me.”

Pulling a sales chart out of his packet of papers, he sat down on the couch and helped himself to one of the strawberries on the plate. Making a mental note to try food play with Taylor some time, he looked back up at Jack and said, “I know what happened with Jamie pisses you off and I’ve tried to show you how sorry I was, but I’m back, this time with a very good offer of goodwill for you. So long as you quit being fucking stubborn and come look at what I have to offer you.”

Hooker with a Heart of Fool’s Gold

@demoninhumanskin

It had been a while since Jack had work the back booths, since before going to hell, and though he wasn’t thrilled his first client since coming back was going to be someone he wanted to punch in the face, he could use the opinion of someone who wasn’t smitten with him if the scars on his body marred him past the point of sexiness now. He gave the barest brush off greetings to his dancers, soothing over the quickness with half cracked grins and promises to talk later.

The demon slipped into his own private booth, the one at the back and the most poshly appointed one of the group, and stripped himself down to his boxer briefs with a kind of unnatural fluidity. He paused and stepped up to one of the mirrored walls, looking at himself critically. Jack reached up one hand to touch the barest hint of the scar remaining on his chest, running his fingers along it with a curious hum. So much was different since that moment, and yet the same. Still angry and sarcastic, running from the issue rather than facing it.

But those thoughts fled as the door swung open, contemplation melting into a wicked sharp edged grin. “Well well…look what the cat coughed up…”

The attempted meeting in the office right after Jack had returned had been a disaster. Matt still felt some guilt sometimes about what had happened then and he still wanted to make up for it. Unfortunately, in order for that to happen, he had to trick Jack into seeing him.

Armed with a briefcase full of documents, he strode through the club like a man on a mission. He did happen to have one, but he didn’t even look twice at the dancers on the stage, just making a beeline for the richly appointed room. He stopped long enough to order a fruit tray and tell the waitress to hold the whiskey before he finished the final approach to the booth.

Opening the door, he was a little surprised to see that Jack had stripped down, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. Instead, he set the briefcase on the little table in the room and opened it, pulling out a stack of papers. Grinning at Jack, he said, “I bet you thought I was here looking for sex.”