Taker with a Chaser

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

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mind-the-muses​:

Angus is definitely feeling a bit worn after the excitement that had transpired, studying the other for a long moment as he apologizes for dragging him into all this. What exactly was all this? He allows the other to kiss him, still trying to piece together what he’d seen out there and why it had happened in the first place. Things just weren’t making sense quite yet, but hopefully Morrison would shed some light on all of this and make it right.

“I don’t understand what’s happenin’.” He responded, blinking slow when Morrison mentioned werewolves. What? “W… Wait, hold on a second, werewolf? That’s what t’ose two t’ings were out there that attacked ya? How in the world can you survive somethin’ like that?”

All the truth? Now they had to leave? So much was happening so quickly that Angus wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. “Y’want me to up and leave this place? But… I run it, I’m responsible for everythin’ that’s happening here while my boss is away. What did you do, why do you have monsters followin’ you around like this?”

Morrison felt terrible and he knew that if Angus washed his hands of him in that moment he would have all the justification in the world. “I know it’s a lot to take in” he started “even harder to believe, but I....” he sighed and closed his eyes for a second before opening them again so Angus could see the gold of his eyes. There was no use in being anything but forthcoming at this point.

“I don’t want to” he said “I actually let myself believe that this would be a really good place to settle. That you would be a really nice place to settle” He took a deep breath “I didn’t know there was a pack around here. Maybe it was the hunger that messed up my instincts, but they could smell me and once they tracked me down they attacked”

He took Angus’ hand “Wolves are very territorial and now that I hurt two of them they will come back to finish what they started” He looked into Angus’ eyes “I can’t promise that being with me will be easier or what happens next won’t make you regret helping me, but I do promise you that I will never let anything hurt you” he said “I know you have no reason to trust me, but in this moment O need you too” 

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mind-the-muses​:

Robert watches Donovan with an unwavering gaze, the type that made you feel uneasy if you locked eyes for too long. The only time that look vanishes is when he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in mild annoyance. Donovan had to have been one of the most dramatic, narcissistic assholes he’d ever met; and he’s been around for a long time. “Sure, I’m just saying mind your business and maybe you’ll get through a day without pissing someone off.” He states, looking over towards Francis and Braxton once more.

Braxton on the other hand was about ready to sock Donovan again for talking shit, but he restrains himself in favor of focusing on the fact he might lose his stomach. Last thing he wanted was for Donovan to use that as some sort of ammo later on. So he grits his teeth and lets Francis handle it, holding onto Francis’ hand and heading back down the hill with a frown. “Have a shitty day, asshole!” He calls out, unable to help but have the last word.

Robert merely looks back over towards Donovan when he speaks, squaring himself with the other and folding his arms over his chest. “I’m sure they’d be more fun if you didn’t go hounding them all the damn time.” He remarks, eyeing the other for a long moment. “Your mouth is going to get you killed one of these days; You’re pushing your luck around here, especially today.”

He takes in a deep breath, letting it out as he purses his lips. “You know, lemme ask you something… You ever really care for anyone genuinely or have you just always been a dick to people? Sometimes for fun I like to pretend you can be a decent person but… Hard finding redeemable qualities in somebody like you.”

Donovan liked to get under Braxton’s skin because it was always so easy. Unlike Francis, the younger man wore his emotions out in the open and knowing just where to hit always gave the wolf the advantage. After they left he chuckled and looked at Robert “With all this fatherly advice should I start calling you Daddy or is that just reserved for Matthew?” he asked and folded his arms while listening to the Alpha try and act like he was someone deserving of that title.

Donovan had been an Alpha, a real one. All these years and Robert made himself weak by having far too many people he cared about and he knew that in the end that would be his undoing. Donovan himself had set the spark for it and all he needed was the right moment to ignite it and he’d blow this little makeshift family sky high.

“Decent” he laughed “like you know what that means” He took a cigar out and lit it before continuing “I may be an asshole, but at least I know it and own it, the amount of dirt that resides in this pack could choke a horse and instead of being a real Alpha and getting your shit together you let it fester” Takin a puff he walks to the edge of the cliff and blows the smoke into the air “You want to know how decent I am?” he looked at Robert “I’m decent enough to know why your baby boy is so attached to Francis and has been from the second he was born” 

Taking another puff and blow he narrowed his eyes “I know you’ve noticed it” he said “how whenever Francis is in the room that boy doesn’t seem happy until the guy is holding him. You think I can sense the jealousy that comes off of you in those moments? That voice in the back of your head you would never dare acknowledge that wonders if he’s actually yours? If your precious Matthew didn’t spread his legs when he was first turned and in heat being hounded by Francis before he became your bff”

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mind-the-muses​:

Angus was startled as the other spoke, but once he realized the other was promising him he wouldn’t die, he felt a bit reassured. Last thing he wanted was a dead man on his couch, especially one that he’d just had sex with underneath the stars. It was probably one of the most romantic things he’d done and he had no intention on losing whatever this new relationship intended to be.

As the other drifted, he worked hard on wrapping wounds after cleaning them off, eventually gathering some blankets and laying himself down on the opposing couch so he could keep an eye out on Morrison. He blinks awake at the sound of the other’s voice, sitting up and yawning as he nodded. “Yeah, I… You’re up.” He murmurs, rubbing his eyes before looking to the wound.

“… Yes, I did.” He answered, hands clasped in front of himself as he sat and watched the other close. “Didn’t have to? You were attacked by somethin’ out there, I wasn’t about t’let you bleed out on t’couch in pain.” He responds, tilting his head a bit. “What do you need t’tell me?”“

Morrison was surprised to see that he was not only still alive, but back inside Angus’ house. Trying to sit up he grimaced as his bones let him know he wasn’t fully healed yet. The fact that the other stayed up beside him to make sure he was okay felt like maybe this thing between them was more than Morrison had given it credit for.

“I’m sorry” he apologized “the last thing I ever wanted to do was to drag you into any of this” he cupped Angus’ face and kissed him softly “You’ve been so good to me and I know I was selfish letting myself enjoy you, but I couldn’t help it”

“I was attacked by a werewolf” he admitted “I didn’t know any were in this area and once they caught a whiff of me they attack and they’ll keep on attacking, even if I’m gone”

“I know this sounds utterly insane, but I promise I’m telling you the truth. We...we have to leave before nightfall. They’ll be back and this time they will bring the whole pack....they’ll finish what they started”

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mind-the-muses​:

He’s seeing red again, just like he had the night of his first turn. Donovan knew just how to get under his skin and fire him up, causing the bulky male to react without thinking. Sure, he’d held himself back for as long as he could, but he could only take so much belittling before he had to do something and step up. Part of him feels bad that he’s going against Francis’ wishes, but the other part of him is just desperate to knock Donovan down a couple pegs or more.

He continues to fight, taking whatever is thrown at him and tossing it right back to the bastard in his grasp. He doesn’t intend to stop until one of them is too badly hurt to continue, even if that wasn’t exactly the greatest idea for him in his condition but… He was trying to prove a point and he’d already forgotten about the current issue he and Francis were dealing with.

Robert looks up when he’s interrupted by the sound of gunfire, eyes looking towards the door before he’s walking out and hurrying towards the sound. “Matthew, stay here please.” He requests of his mate, not wanting him to end up hurt and not wanting their son left alone when something bad could be happening.

His initial thought is some unsavory people might’ve just found their special nook of safety, but as he rushes up the trail and catches scent of three very particular people, he’s realizing what is going on. He spots Francis and then spots the pair still grappled with one another, immediately going to push them apart and glare daggers at Donovan.

“What the hell is going on here?!” He snaps at the pair, being sure to wedge himself between the mess so that it doesn’t continue.

Matthew was on high alert the second he heard gunfire. Even as Robert told him to stay with their son all he wanted to do was follow the other and make sure he was okay. In the end though he knew his mate was right and that he had to stay behind. That didn’t mean he had to like it though.

“Be careful” he told Robert as he watched the other go and he wondered if he should inform other members of the pack just in case.

Francis had no idea what he was going to do when he fired the gun in the air, but it made no difference as it had little effect on the two wolves and Francis had no idea what he could do. Even if he tried to separate  them he would be nothing more than a fly in ointment.

He was just about to fire another off when suddenly a loud roar drew his attention and Robert was standing there.

Wiping the blonde from his lip Donovan laughed “Your new pet doesn’t know how to control himself and thinks attacking other is a proper way to deal with his bullshit”

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mind-the-muses​:

Now it was time for them to bask in that glorious afterglow, sharing a few heavy breaths as the sound of cicadas and a cool night breeze rustled through the trees. This definitely had to have been the post-sex high that everyone liked to chat about; he was certainly feeling it. “Right? I don’t t’ink I’ve had it quite this nice before.” He murmured softly, staring up into the sky and pinpointing a few constellations. “Pretty damn cinematic, ain’t it?” He asks with a smile, setting a hand down onto his abdomen as he lets out a drawn out sigh.

“Oh, do ya?” He asks curiously, looking over to Morrison with a smirk that is suddenly startled away by the sound of something loud echoing off in the distance. He sits up quickly, head turned towards the noise and furrowing his brows. Hunters? It wasn’t the season for that yet though and surely this area shouldn’t be dealing with anything like that…His thought process is halted when Morrison looks back at him with a monstrous look on his face, staring wide-eyed before nodding his head.

“A-alright.” He stammers, gathering his clothes and rushing off into the house and closing the door behind him. He makes it a point to start locking up windows and sealing up entrances, tugging on his pants and gathering a rifle that was stowed away. He was a lover, not a fighter but you never knew what could happen out here.

Morrison was on high alert as he heard the rustling in the branches. Whatever was out there was dangerous and his very first thought was that he couldn’t let whatever was out there get to Angus. As he heard the door slam shot and the sound of a gun being cocked he could feel himself shift. As he dug his paws into the dirt he saw dark figures approach. They were part of a pack and they had sensed another wolf in their area,

With a growl the two charged at Morrison and with a growl of his own he moved in and the battle had begun. He was an omega and that only ended one way for wolves like him. Slashing across the left wolf’s side he could hear a wail of pain just before the other got Morrison on his back and then at his side. The pain was swift and intense, but he knew that if he fell now he would never get back up.

As  the leader came up to him Morrison locked his jaw on the wolf’s neck and bit hard. Hard enough to have the wolf drop and as Morrison let him go both ran away as quickly as possible. Limping and bleeding as they disappeared back into the woods once more. Once they were gone Morrison collapsed and shifted back to his human form as he fell unconscious .

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mind-the-muses​:

Sometimes he wasn’t sure why he’d decided to join the services, but being here now makes him realize it’s way too late to chicken out. Maybe it’ll better himself, make him stronger and more capable of defending people. Not only that, but the benefits are good when you’re sticking your neck out to protect other’s, right? It’s a little scary to think about for too long, so Braxton pushes it aside altogether and puts on that ever-brave-face.

These guys seems like they know their stuff… Maybe if he worked hard to impress them it’ll be easier to fit in. Funny that he ends up being put in the guidance of the sergeant. Perhaps he could learn a few good skills and make a solid leader here one day.

That’s all anyone wants to be here, right? A big tough man that people can look towards for guidance and reassurance that everything is alright. The type of man his old man wants him to be. The type of man his mother would’ve wanted him to be.

“You seem to keep forgetting who you’re talking to. I’ve fuckin’ cared less about what people tell me to do.” He snapped, hands thrown out to the side in exasperation. It was like yelling at a stupid, brick wall… Damn, is that what Francis dealt with when it came to him?

He bristles again when Donovan calls him a bitch, being consistently poked in the same spot and feeling anger fester in him. Donovan still knows him well enough to understand where to stick the knife and twist. He tightens his jaw, teeth set and locked in a way that almost looks like he’d shatter them with just a bit more pressure. He’s dying to wring Donovan’s neck and get him to back away.

But it’s the bastard’s remark about him getting tired of Francis that finally sets him off. Suddenly he’s barreling forward, winding back with a fist and decking Donovan on the jaw with those hands Francis had called cement blocks. “In your fuckin’ dreams! You give yourself way too much fuckin’ credit, you asshole. Francis and I are together because we actually like one another, because we care for each other. Even if you were my fuckin’ babysitter, I would’ve never gone to you. Ever. You’ve never been a decent human being in your life, Donovan. You’re going to die a lonely, hated asshole and there’s nothing you can do to ever fix that. You’re a has been.”

16 years earlier

They were taking fire from all around it seemed. As Francis stepped up and lifted his rifle he began to shoot as he stood in front of Braxton and told the other to cover him. As he hit a few of the enemy soldiers he felt a white hot pain in his shoulder and it made him fall to the ground.

“Fuck!” he screamed as looked down to see blood seeping through his uniform “They fucking got me” he said and he saw Donovan rush over and bent down to look at him “Those motherfuckers!” he cursed before looking at Braxton “Keep him safe and make sure he doesn’t bleed out”

Francis shook his head “Don’t go doing anything stupid D!” he tried to sit up “we got back-up coming”

“They’ll flank us before they get here” Donovan shot back and as he turned and headed up the hill Francis yelled for him again before Donovan disappeared over the hill.

They could hear screams and gunfire and as much as Francis wanted to get up and do something he knew he would be useless.

Just as he felt himself working past the initial pain he could hear silence. No gunfire...no anything “What the hell is going on up there?” he asked Braxton and used the guy’s body to stand. Hobbling over the hill all he could see was the bodies of enemies soldiers torn to pieces.

“What the fuck happened?”

Francis really wished he had Robert here right now. As tough as he liked to pretend he was he knew that if things got out of control he was as useless as a butter knife.

He held a hand to Braxton’ chest “Leave D!” he shouted “please” and as the words fell on deaf ears he felt Braxton pull away and soon the two were fighting. He could hear Donovan growl and slash at Braxton and as the two amped up Francis did all he could do and pulled his pistol out. Aiming it at Donovan, but not having a clear shot as he and Braxton fought.

Holding the gun to the sky he fired twice.

Putting the last of the decorations in place Matthew’s head shot up “What was that?!”

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mind-the-muses​:

Angus was almost in a daze by the time he’d filled up Morrison, laying there and trying to eagerly catch his breath after such a wonderful, toe-curling high. He’s definitely feeling like he’d gotten dessert out of their dinner, but it seemed to be working out well for them both. He gave Morrison all he could and now just wanted to lounge and enjoy the rest of the night ahead of him and his guest.

“Might’ve been, yeah… But I don’t know about you, I’m feeling really dang good right about now.” He murmured softly, only earning a moment to catch his breath before Morrison is leaning in and giving him a solid kiss on the lips. He pulls back for air after a moment, taking a second to admire Morrison from the view point he had; a pretty face cascaded with a backdrop of stars and planets behind.

“Again, huh?… Y’know, I wouldn’t say no to t’at… You’re pretty good company..” He is left laying there while Morrison stays firmly in place, though when the other grabs the slice and holds it out for him to take a bite, he can’t help but chuckle as he leans in and does just that. He chews contently and smiles, reaching up to gently smooth the other’s hair back. “Thank you, that was yummy… not a bad snack after somethin’ so good.”

Falling down next to Angus he moved so he could rest his head on the other’s shoulder “This might be that afterglow I always hear about” he smiled “seems almost too perfect what with the stars above us an all that” He wondered if this is the kind of stuff his father had felt when he was with his mom. A connection that felt stronger then most others had. He knew he could never bring Angus into his kind of life, but it was nice to imagine

“Good, because I have a few positions I think you might look good in” he said “and I have a feeling you’re flexible enough to-” he started before he heard a round of gunshots just beyond the trees and Morrison was on his feet in an instance, his nakedness not a concern as he growled and let his fangs pop.

Something was coming.

Turning his head he looked at Angus, eyes golden and his transformation already in the process.

“Get inside!” he told just as another gunshot came ringing out.

“Now!”

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mind-the-muses​:

“I mean, I’m real flattered by that. I wanna be a good role model for my kids, that’s important.” he chuckled, the other’s remark about their son speaking to his stuffed animals really tugging at his heartstrings and drawing out one of those softer smiles. Yeah, Robert was a dad through and through; he’d do anything for his children and encourage them in their aspirations and dreams.

“Wish I could’ve seen him do that… Next time you catch him, try and take a video or picture for me, yeah?” He requested, smiling at the kiss and shaking his head a bit. “You’re sweet, baby… Here, let me join you. If I don’t get up now, I’m going to get wrapped up in my work again.” He chuckled, kissing Matthew once more before he got himself up and took his mate’s hand to head out to the party.

Braxton rolled his eyes at Donovan’s remarks, hands balling into fists now as the other pulled the ‘I’m higher up on the roster than you are’ card. While that may have been true, everyone was well aware that Donovan was the shit stain of the pack. Then Donovan brought up what had made Braxton’s blood boil the first time he’d heard it, hearing that Francis and Matthew had been forced to do something vile in the back of a truck. He sneers, so eager to sock Donovan on the jaw and straighten him out.

Francis seemed to have beat him to it however, tackling and punching the bastard into the ground before being kicked away. “Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit.” He snapped, watching as Francis blocked him from Donovan in some means of protection. It made him bristle a little bit, feeling weaker than he wanted to… But the comment about his parents was what caused his jaw to set, pushing past Francis and grabbing Donovan by the collar of his shirt with both hands. “You keep my parents names out of your fucking mouth or I’ll kill you.” he hissed, shoving the other back and glaring daggers.

“I’m more a man than you’d ever be! Look at you, you got nothing better to do than sneak around like a fuckin’ cockroach to ruin my fucking day. You know, like you always do. Go be a sad jerkoff somewhere else– matter of fact, go cry to your mate that fuckin’ hates your guts, yeah?” He grumbled, pointing towards the direction that Donovan had come from and giving him the option to leave before Braxton really snapped.

“You wanna bring up some bullshit? I’ll bring up some bullshit.”

20 years ago

“So, how long you thinking these new recruit are going to last?” Donovan asked as he sat on his bed and began to shine his shoes. Laying in his own bed Francis was throwing the football he kept with him up and down to distract himself. 

More often than not he hated new recruits. Either they were chickenshit and forced to be there because life didn’t turn out the way they planned or they were overenthusiastic  piss ants who came in thinking they knew everything.

“I’ll give them three months” Francis laughed “I’m sure they’ll have one or two who are going to try and stick it out to prove a point”

Donovan laughed and slapped Francis on the leg “You have more faith in them then I do” he said as their commanding officer came in and they quickly stood at attention.

After being told about the new members of the team Francis quickly looked at Donovan and rolled his eyes as 6 men came in. One catching both Francis and Donovan’s eyes immediately .

“Private Braxton, you’ll be assigned to Gunnery Sergeant Francis here” the man said and Francis managed not to groan.

After they were left alone Donovan smirked “Babysitter duty, cold”

Donovan looked at the two men he had once called family and as much as he tried to not let Braxton’s words get to him he could feel his claws itching to come out. 

“No you won’t” Donovan smirked “you kill me and you’ll go against your new Daddy’s orders” He shook his head “I have to say you always were a good grunt, even the first day we met I knew there was some man you’d end up succumbing too. I could smell bitch on you even then”

Francis was doing his best to hold Braxton back “Get the fuck away from us Donovan, I mean it” he warned “or I will let him loose and let him tear you apart”

Donovan turned his attention to Francis “You knew, if our commanding officer had chosen me to be Braxton’s sitter it would be my bastard he cooking in there, remember that. You two are together because of luck and nothing else and when your ass starts to get old and more useless then you are already it will be my dick Brax is riding on. Remember that”

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mind-the-muses​:

Angus lets out a gasp as Morrison leans down and licks a perfect stripe between his pecs, causing his skin to prick with goosebumps thanks to the mounting sensations surrounding them both. It was like the air had gotten thick with their desire, creating a warm bubble of perfection that made it easy to forget just how chilly it was getting out here. Not only that, but Morrison seemed to be incredibly warm and provided enough heat to stay comfortable.

“Jus’ lucky you ended up findin’ my fields.” He replied with a low breath, itching to thrust up as the other slid down but electing to give Morrison some form of handling this situation. At least for now. The remark causes him to blink, reddening in the face as he adjusted himself a bit. “Maybe not…” Angus replies, groaning out as the other picks up pace.

His lower lips is suddenly caught between the other’s teeth, body on fire as he finally couldn’t resist adding a bit more power behind the other’s movements. So he timid himself just right, thrusting up into Morrison as the other slid down and making it a point to continue with that movement. His hands are balled into fists now, stomach tensed and revealing the etched muscle of his abdomen. “D… Don’t gotta ask me twice.”

In this state Morrison could feel everyone around him. The feeling of Angus inside him, the overwhelming senses of pleasure that came off them both in waves so strong that Morrison felt like it made him dizzy. Even the earth under them felt richer and if he could feel it surround them. Looking down at the other he smiled “Maybe fate is a real thing”

Angus’ cock was finding more and more success with hitting Morrison’s prostate and it was making the wolf get closer to the edge. The head of his own length now leaking a steady stream that spread along Angus’ stomach. Once the mother man began it thrust up it was the spark that Morrison need and snapped his hips forward as he threw his head back to the stars and his eyes were a blinding gold.

He had done everything he could to keep his teeth in, but as he finally came and shot along Angus’ chest, stomach, face, and hair it was too much and his teeth bared to the heavens before he leaned down and buried his face in Angus’ neck, but used every inch of willpower to not bite and claim the other. Instead sucking on the skin as his ass held Angus’ cock in a tight grip, all but forcing the other to join him and fill Morrison up.

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“Ah well… Comes with a little practice, I suppose.” He responded with a small smile, knowing Matthew was probably a little frazzled by letting the cat out of the bag but… It would all work out. “But you’re amazing, don’t feel bad, babe.” Robert reminded, listening in and nodding his head in agreement. Less people that went talking about it, the better. He didn’t want Braxton to feel boxed in a corner and blow up on them or something. That wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“We’ll keep it quiet.” he murmured, raising a brow at the mention of their little one. “Is that so? I uh… I don’t think he’s quite ready for a hunt, but maybe I can think of some way to engage him and make him feel a little bit more engaged with the pack.” He chuckled, gently bringing Matthew in for a kiss. “He still taking a nap or has he managed to set himself free from his playpen again?”

Braxton merely smiled weakly at that, shaking his head a bit. “I don’t know about level-headed but I’ll take the compliment.” He responded, chuckling at the mention of some sort of bedroom roleplay. “I’ve never been the nerd, c’mon now.” He grinned, returning the kiss before the rustling noise caught his ears. He looked over to see the last person he wanted around, frowning and glaring daggers at the bastard that ruined so much for him.

It doesn’t take much to elicit a growl from Braxton, anger festering inside him the moment Donovan speaks. “Look at that, he’s self aware now. Announcing his name as he walks up.” He grumbled, gaze unwavering on his ex-friend. “If you fuckin’ try any stupid shit, I’ll rip your fuckin’ nose off and shove it down your throat.” He hissed, clearly not in the mood for Donovan and his antics. A moment of peace, that’s all he’d wanted.

“C’mon, Francis, smells like shit up here now.” He grumbled, taking his fiancé by the hand to try and lead him away once more.

Matthew chuckled and rubbed Robert’s back “He just wants to be like his papa” he smiled “I saw him talking to his stuffed animals the way you talk to the pack” he told him “hands on his hips and everything, it was the cutest thing ever”

It was this that Braxton would need to experience in order to truly understand how amazing being pregnant was. The family that filled a hole in your life you never knew was there until you had it. He looked at Robert and kissed him again “I’ll let you get back to work, but I just wanted to say I am thankful every day I met you”

Francis was on guard the second he heard Donovan's voice “Nobody is here for your shit today” he told him “turn around and walk away” and at that Donovan laughed “Why, I have more of a right to be here then either of you” he told him “I’m the mate of an original pack member, not some hanger-ons who lucked into helping the Alpha out of a jam”

“That’s what you called your assault of Matthew and Brax? A jam” he felt himself getting angrier and Donovan rolled his eyes “Don’t act like I didn’t help a friend out there Francis, you forgot I remember that day on the truck very well” and at that Francis ran to him and tackled his ex-friend. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he said and punched him before Donovan kicked him away. “That’s the only one you get for free” he said and looked at Braxton “I guess you two are more alike then I thought, ripping my nose off? Will you talk like that to your little bastard?”

Francis went back over and shielded Braxton “I can smell it” Donovan said “I mean, it’s hard not to know, but congratulations I guess. I’m sure your folks will be proud Brax, found a man to knock you up like a proper whore”

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mind-the-muses​:

There was something interesting going on here, something that a less turned-on Angus might actually be able to pick up on if he tried to focus himself. But he was a man that usually just did rather than took the time to think if he should. Why bother troubling over the fine details when you could just do something and then see how it went in real time?

He groans softly as the other settles down low and takes him in, the other’s remark causing Angus’ cheeks to flush pink in a way that highlighted his pretty eyes. “Guess t’at’s what workin’ on a farm does t’ya.” He replied with a grunt, nodding his head at the suggestion and watching as Morrison began to move his delicious hips. He would’ve held onto the other’s thighs had Morrison not took his hands and pinned them to the blanket, causing him to huff and bite his lower lip.

“Won’t take t’much work to hit it.” He promised, returning the kiss and biting down onto his lower lip as the other truly began to ride him. It was rather pretty being able to watch the other bounce on his dick with the starlight in the background, twinkling and offering what light they could to this already magical and unexpected moment. “There ya go… You k-know what you’re doin’, huh?”

Morrison felt the human stretching him and he knew that had he been human himself it would have taken a lot longer and a lot more prep to take him without pain. As it was he still felt a tingle of it before it dwarfed into a mounting pleasure. With the stars giving them all the light they needed the wolf studied the other’s body. Bending down to run his tongue along the center of Angus’ chest.

“Who knew I had a thing for the corn-fed boys” he smirked as he kept up his rhythm. Setting the pace and letting Angus sit back and simply enjoy as he felt the human’s cock brush against his prostate every few thrust, sending an illicit thrill through him. At the huff Morrison chuckled “Not use to giving up control, are ya?”

Moving faster he could feel the blanket start to bunch up beneath them as Morrison threw his head back “I have some skills and you keep fucking me like this I’m going to spend my time here showing you all of it” He leaned down and bit Angus’ bottom lip “Fuck me senseless Angus”

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It wasn’t easy for him to really hold back on his desire right about now, because despite him seeming to be some sort of friend magnet, he didn’t go out and try to do things like this with his friends. Morrison was a different case all together and it was easy for him to get aroused because of all this… Anyone with eyes could see that Morrison was a looker.

He’s so wrapped up in what his mouth is doing that it takes him a second to process what’s going on as Morrison pulls away, fearing he’d done something wrong to start and cursing mentally as he watches Morrison arrange himself. But suddenly he’s pressed to lay down and the other male is straddling him, causing his arousal to throb at what he could only assume was happening.

Even if he knew though, he was still caught by surprise as Morrison takes hold and slowly begins to slide himself down around him. “Oh fuck.” He curses with a groan, the snug warmth of Morrison’s body making his face heat up as he reaches his hands to the other’s thighs for some means of bracing. “Y-You’re real tight, Morrison.” He huffed, biting his lower lip and resting his head back to savor this sensation.

“Takin’ me real well there… Real well.” He encouraged, huffing softly and letting Morrison get himself comfortable and settled.

Morrison could blame the weeks of loneliness or Angus’ kindness, he could even blame the other’s looks for why he had such hunger for the man. The truth was it was probably a combination of it all.  Angus’ scent filled with the lust in the air was making him seemingly unable to stop himself. Not that he would if he could, but he hadn’t felt need like this in so long that all he wanted was to have and as he straddled his new friend’s lap he smiled.

He studied Angus’ face as he took him inside and the stretch felt like a good burn. “They really do grow them bigger down here, huh?” he smirked as he settled for a few moments and let the farmer get used to being inside him. “What say you loosen me up?” he suggested as he lifted up and started to ride the man.

Leaning over he took the guy’s hands and placed then against the blanket as he squeezed his hole “Feels so good” he told him “it’s like I can feel every inch hitting the right spot” Morrison kissed him hard before sitting up and beginning to ride with enthusiasm.

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Robert was over his desk looking at some paperwork from the store that needed sorting, trying to squeeze in a few measly minutes of work before he went to host the party that he was throwing. He promised to be present for it and he intended on keeping that promise. So as Matthew walked in and settled behind him for a hug, he smiled and leaned back into the embrace with a sigh.

“Hi, baby.” He murmured softly, looking up and gently brushing a hand over the other’s cheek.. “I know, I’m sorry, babe. I was just making sure these numbers made sense before heading out there… Everything going okay with the set-up so far?” He asked, gently moving to swivel himself around in his seat and gently tug Matthew to sit in his lap.

Meanwhile, Braxton was now looking over the area with tired eyes, savoring the warmth that Francis offered him and chuckling at the remark. “Yeah… Guess you have.” He replied, chewing his lower lip at the remark as his eyes seemed to go distant. Whether it was with thought or white noise was anyone’s guess; even he wasn’t sure what thought to settle upon. He snapped out of it as he was turned, managing a smile and nodding. “I know. I love you too.”

He takes in a breath and gathers Francis’ hand in his own, gently rubbing over one of the callouses on the other’s fingers. “… I don’t know what to decide. I do know that you were… real excited back there though. I don’t wanna fuckin’… disappoint you or anything.”

Whenever Matthew had needed to find some sort of balance he always found himself searching out Robert. The man was his center and he knew he needed him now as the guilt of what he did was starting to get to him. “It’s okay, I just wanted to come see you is all” he hugged him a little tighter and at the question he shrugged “I might have messed up”

He bit his lip “I might have told Braxton that we knew about the pregnancy, but apparently he didn’t know so he’s freaking out right now” He stepped back and leaned against Robert’s desk before being pulled on his lap “I thought they were letting me know they had dealt with it and so I said something...but things are a mess”

Francis kept his hand on the bottom of Braxton’s back. “I mean it when I say you’re the strongest person I ever met Brax” he started “I mean, being through what you went through would have put me in the looney bin, but here you are. Still rolling with the punches” 

Turning Braxton to face him he shook his head “Look at me” he told him “at the end of the day you are always going to be the most important thing in the world to me. Yes, having a kid would be amazing, but nothing tops you here with me and happy so whatever you decide don’t ever worry about disappointing me. That will never happen....unless you become a Eagles fan”

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Morrison sure knows how to entice Angus with just the right words; sweet as sugar and just as tempting too. He’s reddening at the compliment on his accent, blushing deeply and letting that warmth on his face melt over him and make him want this even more. “Sure you’re not jus’ sayin’ t’at?” He asked with a soft chuckle, not willing to allow himself any more questioning when he wanted them both to feel good.

So he continued even as the other hushed his name, humming along the other’s length as he worked himself up to the point that Morrison was already beating him to. He moans at the sensation of the other merely shoving himself as far as he could, surprised that Morrison is handling this whole thing without a fuss or care in the world.

His own brows furrow as he continues to bob his head, drifting lower and lower and gagging only slightly before he’s huffing and getting right back on track. He makes it a point to use his hand to tend to whatever length he can’t get into his mouth, his own arousal beginning to bead a bit with pre.

“Very sure” Morrison said as he felt the other’s cock grow even thicker within his mouth. His own feeling the warmth of Angus taking him in and starting to suck was enough to make him gasp. It had been too long and this felt too good. He knew that this couldn’t be just from a lack of contact in the time since his last interaction like this. There was something special about this guy, probably even what drew Morrison to him without even realizing it.

He is getting harder by the second and when he starts to taste precum from the tip of Angus’ cock it feels like he is eating for the first time all over again. He wants to devour it...devour him and it’s getting harder and harder to resist.

So instead, he pulls back and sits up. Turning around he pushed Angus onto his back before settling on his lap. Looking down he sees Angus slick enough for him to take. His ass already making enough slick of his own that it wouldn’t take much so  grasping the base he lines it up with his hole and initiates the next step. Feeling the thick head stretch him as he starts to descend.

“That’s it” he sighed happily, eyes closed “just like that baby”

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This was all just a lot to take in at once, mostly because of his terrible old habits that he’d been trying to break. Always having this idea about how to be a man and needing to change it up in order to just live without stressing himself out. Francis was always right to try and get him out of his comfort zone, because if he hadn’t then Brax might’ve boiled over on numerous occasions. Frank was a good man, there was no denying it.

So as he sat there and let Francis soothe him, he eventually relented to the idea of a walk with a nod. That cliffside was nice… Made him feel like he wasn’t suffocated by eyes and responsibilities. “Yeah… Yeah, I like that idea.” He murmured, getting up slow and sucking in a breath before being kissed.

Part of him felt bad… Francis was excited about all this and here he was getting frazzled over the very thought. “You’re good at a handful of things… Give yourself some credit…” He tried to joke softly, following into the brush of trees and sighing to himself. “… You’re pretty good at talking me down from stupid shit too.”

Matthew felt terrible about what happened with Braxton and Francis. He knew that kind of information was something that should never be sprung on anyone and as much as he wanted to help the men he knew that ultimately it was something that they would have to work out on their own.

Making his way to Robert’s office he walked up behind the man as he was working at his desk and hugged him from behind “Hi” he said and buried his face in the other’s neck, taking in his smell “I missed you”

At the cliff side Francis smiled and Braxton and put an arm around his waist to hold him close “I’ve been studying Braxton courses for a long time” he teased and kissed his temple “I know being a father wasn’t on the docket, especially having a kid with me, but you know that I’m going to be here and whatever you decide I’m going to have your back”

He turned Braxton to face him “I love you so much” he ran a thumb over his cheek “if you don’t remember anything else remember that”

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Braxton wasn’t a particular fan of how his brain was wired, but he had to work with what he had. Thankfully Francis knew how to manage him, which he knew probably wasn’t easy either. Hell, they always got into things because Braxton was so stubborn about practically everything.

“… Right.” He nodded, letting the other rub over his back and kiss him. How the hell was he supposed to come to terms with this? It was all just happening so damned fast. “… It’s… A lot to take in right now. Like way too fucking much.” Braxton replied, looking to their hands and focusing on the stability that it brought him. Brax actually chuckled softly at that, lowering his head and rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s good news for you at least.” He muttered, looking to Francis. “…I’m not going to lie, I don’t feel like going back in there again.” He muttered, studying the other for a long moment. “They all knew. I’m the last to know and I… Wish I didn’t know.” Braxton sighed, squeezing the other’s hand. “I dunno what to do.”

“Baby, if you don’t want to deal with this right now then we don’t have to deal with this” he assured him. He hated seeing Braxton unhappy and as much as the news that they were having a kid excited him Braxton was always his first priority. Raising the other’s hand to his lips he kissed the knuckles before squeezing.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” he suggested “you always felt better in the open air and I know you love that cliff on the other side of the field. We can forget everything for a couple hours”

“We have time to figure this all out,  nothing has to be decided today” he kissed him softly “I may not be great at many things, but I like to thing I’m pretty good at taking care of you so I’d like to put my skills to the test” he smiled as he lead Braxton into the thicket of trees.

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Angus merely chuckled at that, the other’s touch sending a thrill through his body. Honestly, something about Morrison just left him feeling strung up high and tingling like a kite in a thunderstorm. He watched with lidded eyes as the other began to bob his head, admiring the way the other moved for a long moment and moaning as Morrison so daringly dipped down lower. Then the other pulled away and spoke, causing him to smile a bit.

“I’d say. I’ll be thinkin’ about this for awhile, I think.” He murmured softly, watching the other remove the remainder of his clothes and smiling when Morrison obliged to his wishes. “Come on then.” He murmured, making sure that Morrison was in proper position before he gently gathered the other up in his hand and gave a few strokes. Then he leaned in to lick a stripe along it, humming as he gently took the other into his mouth and began to bob his head.

Being a wolf Morrison felt everything at a much higher level then he would normally. The addition of hormones and the beast inside him had him wanting to claim Angus right then and there, but he did his best to push that down. This was about simple pleasure and he wasn’t about to ensnare the man in a life he never asked for.

“Your accent is so hot, I swear it could make a man do bad things” he smiled and moaned as he felt the heat of the other’s mouth take him in. “Angus” he said as he pushed down slightly and took the guy’s cock back in his mouth to deepthroat him. He wanted so much at once that it was hard to contain himself. 

His hand traveled along the other’s inner thigh and rested on the right one as he felt the head of Angus’ cock reach just past where his tonsils would have been had he had them. Maybe for a normal human the effort of it all would show in his eyes, but for Morrison he was more than happy to keep the hard length in and savor the taste of the other until it was burned in his senses.