SUMMARY: Zak goes to Minnesota to visit Dakota (young!Zak x Dakota -- no age gap)
RATING: Mature for mature themes
It was fucking cold and Zak shoved his hands deeper into his pockets in an attempt to warm himself up. He just kept reminding himself that he was almost up the long driveway to Dakota’s house. Around him, snow was falling, starting to cover the ground and the cars in a sparkly overlay. He would have thought it was gorgeous except HE WAS FUCKING COLD!
Finally, Zak came up along Dakota’s car, memories flashing in his mind of how the other boy’s flesh tasted in his mouth in the back of that car. He reached forward, placing his finger against the glass and made a quick heart shape in it. A soft smile was on his face. Zak was always a hopeless romantic.
“Well are you just gonna stand there and fondle my car or you gonna come up here and kiss me, you idiot?”
Zak snapped his head up to the doorway. Dakota stood in the frame, arms wrapped around his bare chest and bouncing up and down on his bare feet. Mist came from Dakota’s mouth as a he huffed. Zak rolled his eyes, “Aren’t you a little cold?”
“Shut up,” Dakota laughed, “Come on!”
“So impatient,” Zak mused as he walked up the short distance to the door.
An evil look appeared in Dakota’s eyes, “I could just leave you out here. I know how much you hate the cold.”
“You wouldn’t…,” Zak’s voice was dangerously low.
And the inner brat in Dakota smirked, “What would my punishment be, sir?”
Zak raised his hands up to the scarf around his neck. A growl tickling his throat, “Get on the bed in five seconds and I’ll make sure it’s not too heavy for your delicate ass.”
Dakota didn’t hear the rest of Zak’s statement as he sprinted back into the house.
Zak chuckled, pulling the scar from his neck, and stepping through the doorway. He shut the door behind him, closing the door off to him and Dakota’s dynamics in the bedroom. The world was left in the deadly silence of a first snow.
those who wronged him by goddess-of-time-and-magic (RATED EXPLICIT)
CHAPTER 3 POSTED!
The first thing Dakota notices when he wakes up, having fallen asleep in Zak's arms as they ran through the forest for what seemed like hours, was the soft furs he was laying in. He nuzzles into it and inhales, expecting his scent, but then there's a heavier and richer scent that he catches instead. It startles him and his brown eyes snap open. All he sees is an empty room. He sits up fast.
"Woah, little one," a large hand comes to rest on his knee.
Dakota snaps his head to the side and sees the other man, thick muscles and deep brown hair with sparkling sapphire eyes. He looks at Dakota with worry and then compassion. A sight Dakota had not seen since his parents and siblings.
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CHAPTER 4 POSTED!
Zak steps forward to Dakota, raising his hand to cup the side of Dakota's face. It's a sudden move and Dakota is startled by it, though it isn't unwelcomed, "Because I think you need a project? I know it helps me when I have one. "
"You trust me?" Dakota cocks his head to the side, leaning into Zak's hand.
A thumb caresses Dakota's cheek and all Dakota wants to do is close the distance between them. That thought scares Dakota so much. After having been rejected by his mate in his old pack, those feelings were gone form him and Dakota never thought he would get it back. It had been less than a day since he met Zak and, yet, Dakota feels so differently with him than he had with his rejected mate. The Omega wolf in Dakota is prancing around at the thought the of the Alpha.
those who wronged him by goddess-of-time-and-magic (RATED EXPLICIT)
CHAPTER 5 POSTED!
"Jesus Christ, Zak," Billy continues his anger toward Zak even while in the bathroom.
"Not the first time, Billy," Zak calls back and Dakota cocks an eyebrow, but keeps his gazed lower-- not wanting to inflict the wrath of the Alpha.
"And won't be the last time," Jay humors as he walks back into the bathroom. A wide and friendly smile appears on his face and he extends a hand to Dakota, "I'm Jay, Beta, in charge of keeping all the other Beta's asses in line."
"Fucking hell," Billy curses as he comes out of the bathroom too, the red gone from his cheeks, as he walks over to the couch, sitting down and interrupting the handshake between Dakota and Jay.
Jay rolls his eyes and extends his hand again, over the other male, of which Dakota takes it.
"This lump next to me is my mate," Jay teases, giving Billy a wink.
With a huff, Billy turns to Dakota and smiles, extending his own hand, "Billy, Omega, I'm the one who really makes sure all the Beta's behave and Zak doesn't get too much grey hair."
The small white wolf was frightened, as he dashed into a hallowed out and fallen tree. His body shook as he closed his yellow eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of this whole new world he was thrown out into. Dakota was only 19 years old, young for a werewolf, and had already experienced the soul-wrenching pain of being rejected by a mate and of being thrown out of a pack. Everything was noisy to the young werewolf and his heartbeat was thudding incredibly loudly in his ears. Dakota's chest began to ache as he tried to catch his breath, but it kept slipping from his grip, and his body just kept shaking like a leaf in the wind.
Suddenly, there was a black wolf before him, staring at Dakota with large glowing eyes. Dakota whined and curled into himself, trying to force him back into the wood log further. The black wolf only cocked its head to the side in confusion. A cry escaped Dakota, a desperate plea for help and for the black wolf to leave him alone. But, no one would come.
Instead, the black wolf took a step backwards and Dakota watched as the small body contorted and reshaped till a well-built human man kneeled on the ground where the black wolf was. Dakota stilled, observing with wide yellow eyes. The man, muscles defined by the full moon above, looked up at the white wolf hiding in the tree. Dakota noted the man's eyes were a deep blue and cheekbones were sharp and angled. A few tattoos littered his skin, but he was mainly smooth skin, like he was carved from marble. A tongue licked lips and the man rose from the ground, naked and handsome in the soft moonlight.
"I won't hurt you," the man spoke, voice sounding like velvet.
Dakota let out a small whine, though it wasn't as loud as the one from before. It was more as if Dakota was trying to remind himself that he was in trouble, even if Dakota was starting not to feel that. This man felt different than anyone Dakota had ever come across.
"Come out," the man spoke again, a bit of dominance laced in his voice.
The white wolf, slowly, crept from his hiding spot. The moonlight above igniting the fur like neon. It just seemed to glow. Once cleared from the fallen tree, Dakota glanced up at the other man for a second before lowering his gaze. The other man had more dominance than Dakota (held himself like an Alpha) and he submitted willingly.
"Change to your other form," the man ordered.
Dakota closed his eyes and his wolf form began to break apart. A few seconds later, a lanky and thin boy kneeled on the ground where the white wolf had stood. Bones tried to push through pale skin and scars and fresh scratches marred the boys chest, back, and face. Bruises, blooming like purple dahlia's, dotted Dakota's body. Brown eyes opened and stared down at the ground, refusing to rise and meet the older man's. Fear coursed through Dakota and his body gave incontrollable jerks. This was how he was going to die…, Dakota thought.
He saw two bare feet come into his peripheral vision to stand before him and then he felt fingers run through his shaggy brown locks. A sigh escaped his lips and he felt himself lean into the firm hands. The fear dying in his veins.
"Tell me, little one," the man whispered, "Tell me of those who did you wrong."
Dakota could feel those sapphire eyes on his, watching his every move, and yet there was something about that feeling that both soothed and disturbed the younger man. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He knew that. Yet, that man seemed to have ensnared him in a clever trap.
Suddenly, warm breath fell upon Dakota’s neck, making the hairs stand up. Something metallic was pressed to the side of Dakota’s neck, right under his ear lobe. A thrill chilled Dakota, but he wouldn’t allow the other man to know. Then there was a voice, “You look handsome tonight, my love.”
Dakota swallowed the lump in his throat, unconsciously running his hands over the thin black shirt he was wearing, “Thank you.”
A chuckle reverberated through Dakota’s body and down his spine, along with the cock of a gun, “There’s no need to be so formal, Dakota. After all, we did fuck each other pretty good last night, wouldn’t you say?”
Dakota’s bottom lip trembled, replying, “Yes.”
The older man pressed a kiss to back of Dakota’s neck and then the warm gun (freshly shot from the older man’s night of killing) pulled away. There was some part of Dakota, of which he had been trying to deny since he and this murderer started seeing each other, that wondered if the older man's hands were covered in his victim's blood and whether the older man would grip Dakota's hips tightly, stain his skin crimson.
