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@tony-graham

Anthony 'Tony' Graham // 21 // Bitten Werewolf // Raff Pack // Bartender at Blue Moon // Deviants

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“Arya’s not? Reckon it’s a bit of a hybrid thing?” He questioned, he was trying to think whether Oscar was part of a pack or not. Those were the only two other hybrid werewolves he had met since being in Boston. With a snort he shook his head. “I met Frida. Do you try to recruit all the newbies? Are you slowly trying to convert the whole of the Blue Moon to you pack?” It was the last name that piqued Ivan’s curiosity, or moreso the tone that Tony used when he talked about Jacob. “Who is Jacob and why the fuck are you being so coy?”

“Could be, I guess.” Tony said with a shrug. “I don’t really know. I mean, s’not like you guys couldn’t hang with us. We don’t care about that shit, not like Circle does. Buncha stuck up assholes there.” Tony gave a little grin at Ivan’s accusation, laughing softly, “Nah, nah, it’s not like all that. Frida’s looking, I mean she wants more wolves in her life, and hell, we’re all right there. She gets on with us well enough, why not offer her a spot?”

Ivan’s further questioning though, made Tony’s grin flicker. “Just this guy I met at the bar.” He explained, keeping it short. “Older wolf, but he keeps to himself.” And then, remembering flashes of things he’d seen at Jacob’s house the morning after. “I think he might be a cop, too.”

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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He was sweet, so sweet. His taste lingered on Duke’s lips, his scent completely enveloped him like a tight embrace, and all Duke wanted to do was get more of him. He shuddered a little as Tony’s hand was suddenly on his bare skin, thrills shooting through Duke’s entire body and straight to his jeans. And despite how much he wanted to be touched more, it was exactly that that helped level his head.

He smiled a little as he watched Tony seem to come back into himself, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. Had Tony always had it this bad for him? Duke had, at one point, almost thought it was one-sided, that he’d been the only one to feel the connection between them. But seeing Tony now, his lips pink and glistening, his skin flushed very slightly, made Duke realize differently.

Letting his hand fall away from Tony’s neck, he studied the other man as he relaxed back. His smile grew some at Tony’s words, finding his uncertainty endearing, and he glanced around the kitchen, licking his lips. He lifted one of his shoulders in a casual shrug, then nodded towards the sink and said, “I just gotta screw the rest of these things back on and I’m done. Was gonna head home…. We could hang out.”

Tony took down whole lungfuls of air, tried to clear his mind of all it's racing thoughts and bring himself back to the present. It was hard, though, when he could still taste Duke on his tongue, when there were warm traces of Duke's touch on him. Duke's suggestion brought an eager gleam to Tony's eyes, and the younger wolf perked up immediately, head tilting back up, shoulders straightening.

"Okay," He said quickly, nodding, "I like that."

He scooted himself back another few inches until he could lean back against the cabinets, knees still drawn up to his chest.

"You finish the sink," He said, "And I'll sit right here and not get up for awhile."

As far as subtlety went it was about as good as a brick through a windshield, but Tony wasn't trying to hide anything from Duke. They'd played that game before, and made each other miserable for it.

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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Tony’s hand on his hip was a welcome weight, fiery hot even through Duke’s clothes – it made Duke’s skin tingle. And as Tony’s mouth opened, Duke needed no further encouragement from the younger man. He slid his tongue past Tony’s lips, exploring his mouth boldly, the way he’d wanted to for so long. His hand slipped from Tony’s head to the back of his neck, cupping it gently but holding him in place, like he was worried Tony might pull away.

A low, pleased sound started to well in Duke’s throat, and it was this sound alone that reminded him where they were and what they were doing. He already wanted to do so many things with Tony, to Tony, and if they kept at this, he’d be trying to do said things with him while his poor mother listened on in the other room.

He broke the kiss, breathing a little heavily, and he pressed his forehead against Tony’s. “If I don’t stop now, there’ll be no stoppin’ me, Graham Cracker,” he murmured with a sheepish little laugh. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Tony’s mouth and pulled back so he could look into his eyes, and he teased, “And I doubt you want Ma walkin’ in on us, yeah?”

Tony didn’t need Duke’s hold to stay close. There was nothing that could have pulled him away from Duke then, not with Duke’s tongue in his mouth, not with Tony finally getting to taste him like this. The hand on Duke’s hip flexed, Tony’s grip tightening, twisting up the material of Duke’s shirt, the hot skin of his palm sliding up to press against the inch of Duke’s exposed skin.

Duke broke the kiss, but Tony followed, trying to steal another. The press of Duke’s forehead against his made Tony blink his eyes open, realizing for the first time that his breath had gone a little heavy. He panted through an open mouth, licking out over an already slick lower lip. He shifted his grip on Duke’s hip again, and considered telling Duke that he really didn’t give a fuck, that he wanted Duke anyways.

Duke, though, bless him, had a point. Tony sat back on the ground hard and heaved a sigh. He brought his knees up and hung his arms over them, giving a short nod.

“Yeah. Good point. You uhm. I uh.” And he found himself asking the question a hundred times in his head, unable to get the words out of his mouth, somehow. My place or yours my place or yours. “I should go then, right?”

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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It almost felt surreal to be there like that – especially after every nasty word Duke had hurled Tony’s way. That they were sharing this moment of solace in the kitchen Duke had grown up in, awash with warm yellows that poured in through the windows and painted it up like an old photograph. In a way, it seemed fitting – like it was where they both belonged somehow. Duke had avoided his mother’s house like the plague since he’d returned to Boston, but now he found himself not wanting to leave. At least, not as long as Tony was there.

As Tony turned his head, Duke knew what was coming. Time slowed and he held his breath without realizing it, and there was a part of him that felt like he needed to stop Tony. Did Tony actually want to do this or did he feel like he had to for whatever reason? Would Duke be taking advantage of him if he went through with it? After what Tony had said, Duke didn’t think so, but things could change, right?

But then Tony’s lips were against his and it was all that Duke had wanted for what felt like ages. Duke couldn’t think anymore – all he could do was react. Slanting his mouth against Tony’s he kissed him softly at first, testing it, waiting for Tony to change his mind and pull away. His taste was slightly familiar, the slightest trace Duke had gotten the night they’d run into each other at the carnival – a night that felt like it’d happened years earlier – and Duke wanted more. One of his hands came up to the back of Tony’s head, fingers threading into the short dark hair, and he kissed Tony deeper.

Tony didn’t give himself time to second guess it, to try and dig deep for his real motives. He wanted to kiss Duke, the reasons didn’t matter. They’d danced around the damn thing for long enough, anyways.

Duke started slow, and it was Tony that tried pressing harder. One hand was pressed to the kitchen floor, supporting himself as he leaned over Duke to kiss him. The other hand hovered, anxious, over Duke’s body, Tony eager to touch, but not wanting to come across as too eager, not when Duke was still holding back.

And then, when desperation was ready to sink it’s claws in deep, Tony felt the weight of Duke’s hand on the back of his head. Tony opened into the kiss, and his hovering hand finally found purchase, resting on Duke’s hip, palm against the leather of his belt, fingertips stretched out over the material of his shirt. Duke was warm against him, underneath him, and Tony only wanted to sink in closer, to feel as much of Duke against him as he could. The kiss had wiped any other thoughts from his mind, including their current location.

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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Duke snorted and nodded – he couldn’t exactly protest against that. The more he talked, the more he only proved that his first instinct was to do just that: be a dumbass. And though it sounded like a promise, the idea of which daunted him and made him worry that it was just something he’d end up breaking, he said, “I’ll stop.”

As Tony dropped his head so that his forehead pressed against Duke’s shoulder, Duke shifted very slightly as though he could get closer. This was the sort of closeness he’d craved for so long, and it took everything in Duke not to wrap an arm around Tony and pull him against him. His fingers itched to slide into Tony’s hair.

Instead, he just leaned his head in and nuzzled it against Tony’s. He didn’t respond right away to Tony’s words, considering them for a moment. Honesty but without the normal dumbass attitude – he could do that. “Yeah,” he said. “Not very good at making that much clear, but you’re all I can think about. Even hidin’ out here, you’re the only thing on my mind.”

Tony gave another little hum for a response, feeling content for a moment with the conversation tapering off. Hopefully to shift into something else. Being this close to Duke again after so long apart was almost overwhelming. He wanted Duke to touch him back, wanted to feel those wide hands on him, but Duke didn’t reach for him.

He felt the nuzzle though, and turned into it. Tony caught his lower lip between his teeth as Duke spoke, holding back what felt like a whine trying to rise out of his throat. Jesus, that’s what he wanted, that’s all he’d ever wanted. To know Duke was thinking about him, because God knew Tony spent enough time thinking about Duke. And he had the scribbles to prove it, too, the harried lines, quick thought scrawled out on the back of bar napkins, little sections of words for him to expand upon, or leave as they were. He just had to hope Duke would never find them.

He pulled back a little when Duke finished speaking, just enough to angle his head differently, to turn in, and this time when he made contact, it was to press his mouth against Duke’s, to give in and finally kiss him like he’d been wanting to do for so long now.

“Or you two will be miles ahead of me.” Frida laughed loudly. “It’ll be one or the other. I’m an extreme sort of person.”

“I just, thank you. Really Tony.” Frida was taken with how welcoming everyone had been. She looked over at the boy and couldn’t contain the smile that had been on her face since she moved here. An a idea struck her suddenly, she leaned forward. “Can you keep it steady for a while?” she asked referring too the bike.

“No,” Tony said, shaking his head. “We won’t leave you behind.”

He just smiled at her, the thanks unnecessary, and kept them moving down the road. He cocked a curious brow at her question, giving a nod and wondering if they were about to have a Perks moment or something.

“Feeling infinite?” He asked, not knowing if she’d get the reference, but sitting up a little straighter to prepare for whatever she was about to do. It was stupid, but hell, what good was being a werewolf if it didn’t give you license to be a little stupid once in awhile?

“I think he will.” Frida said confidently though she had no real reason to be that confident. “I’m sure you are better to run with then me.”

He patted her arm and offered his home and Frida didn’t know what to say. “I-I” She stuttered for a moment. “Just for the night and then I’ll find a place tomorrow. I don’t want to be a bother, you done so much for me already.” There was sincere gratitude in her voice when she spoke. She hugged him tighter for a moment before reaching a hand out and letting the wind blow it up and down.

“Maybe it’ll take two of us to keep you in line.” He teased. “You might be totally wild.”

“It’s fine, Frida.” Tony said, smiling faintly. “Honestly. You can stay more than one night if you need, hell, I’d let you move in if I had more space.” As it was, Tony’s studio apartment had no room to spare.

“But I siad you’d offered to run with me too.” She looked at him over his shoulder. “So maybe it should be the three of us?”

“No.” She answered shortly hugging herself tightly too him. “I haven’t got any place to be. I don’t even really know where I’m staying tonight, the motel again I guess.” Frida spoke nonchalantly. “I’d like to cruise for while.”

“I don’t know if Duke would agree to that.” Tony said, but not wanting to give too much away, he added, “But we’ll ask him.”

“Motel?” Tony asked with a sigh, then shook his head, pulling his hand back to give Frida’s arm another pat. “How about my place tonight? I’m not a professional cook, but Arya taught me how to make decent pancakes.” He turned the bike out onto the open road, keeping the speed low, so they could still talk and enjoy the cool breeze, the bright moonlight.

Frida smiled taking her hand off the bike. She shrugged her shoulders a bit. “He is how I imagined other werewolves would look. But he was really nice too me. He only looks scary. He invited me to run with him on the moon.”

She threw her leg over the bike and snaked her arms around Tony’s waist. “Ready!” She said happily.

“He does have the look.” Tony said, with something like a laugh. He started a little at Frida’s comment, brows furrowing and something like jealousy sparking through him. “He did? Wow, that’s... Amazing.”

Tony knew no matter how upset he was with how things were with him and Duke, or how jealous he was that Frida had struck up such a quick, easy friendship with the other wolf, he could never take it out on the girl herself. She was too sweet, and Tony wanted her happiness too much. He gave her arm a pat, and kicked the bike into life, “You got anywhere to be, or can we just cruise for awhile?”

Frida stepped closer too him and followed his to look in the direction of his bike. She smiled up at him. “You gave her another life, how sweet. I meet Duke the other night.” She told him walking down the line of bikes so she could get a closer look at his. When she reached the Honda she placed her hand on the handles and studied the bike for a moment. “Will you take me for a ride?”

“Yeah, guess we did.” Tony said, the memories of his early time in Boston a little somber for him now, with things between him and Duke still up in the air. “You did? What’d you think?”

Laughing, Tony nodded, patting the seat of the bike before he swung a leg over. “Sure thing, hop on.”

#i'm putting this in the timeline before the thread with Duke and Tony today so they're still not talking or anything!!#c:frida

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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Duke flinched a little as Tony’s fingers tightened in his shirt, and he even dropped the last slip nut he’d been securing. He wanted to finish what he was doing, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to get the job done or if he just wanted to hide from Tony for as long as he could. But Tony’s voice, the way it sounded drained and unlike the way it usually did, felt like something pushing its way into his chest.

He sighed a little, forgetting the task at hand, and he pulled himself out from under the sink, almost clumsy in his sheepishness. He sat up, his head ducked a little, and after a long moment, he slowly raised his gaze to meet his packmate’s. Tony looked just like his voice had sounded – drawn and worn out, a shell of his normally teasing, playful self. And it was because of Duke, wasn’t it?

He smiled a little – an apologetic, embarrassed smile. “I don’t know how I can make it up to you.” Softly, like he were confiding some big secret, he added, “Ma, she acts like it’ll be easy, like all I gotta do is want it enough, and I do. But this is new to me. All of this.”

It took him a minute, but Duke did as Tony asked of him, even if he didn’t look excited about it. But it was enough. Apologetic and shy weren’t two things Tony normally saw on Duke, and while he appreciated the novelty of it all, he felt done with it. He didn’t want to fight with Duke anymore, didn’t want to listen for him and never hear anything, didn’t want to wait and be left waiting anymore.

“You can stop being a dumbass, for one.” Tony started, and just because he wanted them to be over this didn’t mean he was going to let Duke off easy. “I know that might be hard for you but...”

He sighed, and shifted a little closer. With his head dropped down, he leaned in to rest his forehead on Duke’s shoulder. He took in a deep breath, Duke’s scent thick on the air, close and overpowering and god, Tony had missed it.

“Just... go back to the part where you want it enough.” And then, carefully. “You mean me, right?”

Frida stood out side the bar as the last of the patrons filed out. There was a line of bikes in front of her and she stood admiring them. There were no shortage of beautiful motorcycles parked out side the blue moon at any given time, but this time of night was always particularly impressive. The engines of bikes roared around her as she watched them exit. She turned to look back as the familiar smell of Tony filled her nose. Frida motioned too the bikes and smiled up at him. “Which one is yours?”

Walking up behind Frida, Tony grinned at her question, outstretching an arm to point down the line. “Bout halfway down, with the matte black tank. S’an old Honda. She was... god, junk, when I found her, but I knew she’d be the one. Duke actually helped me fix her up.”

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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Duke laughed as well, imagining how that must have gone. It was actually a little embarrassing when he really thought about it – his mommy trying to fix his relationships – but here in her house, he felt protected. Who needed to know that he went crying to her when he had a problem? He doubted Tony would spread that sort of information around, no matter how pissed Duke made him.

He finished cleaning out the trap and replaced it, but before he could make a move to continue, he could sense Tony’s anxiety spiking. Just as Tony spoke, Duke reached for him, without thinking, and he grabbed him gently by the wrist. “Stay.” And he added softly, his thumb tracing a tiny circle against the warm skin, “I always want to see you.”

And wow, that was a little embarrassing too. He cleared his throat a little, awkward, and he jumped to his feet to turn on the tap and see if he’d fixed the issue. “I, uh, I’m sorry,” he said, and he shook his head. The water drained the way it should, so he smacked off the faucet and dropped to the floor again, passing the younger wolf a quick glance. “All I know how to do is dig myself into a deeper hole, seems like,” he said with a snort, disappearing back under the sink to replace and tighten the nuts. “But I mean it – I’m sorry for all the shit I said to you.” And maybe it was easier to say it like this when he wasn’t looking at Tony, or maybe it’d gotten easier to say simply because he meant it so much.

Tony had just reached to brace a hand on the floor, ready to push himself back to his feet when he felt Duke’s hand on his. The touch was warm, heavy, grounding, everything Tony wanted from Duke’s contact. He nodded, and let out a heavy breath. He sank down onto the floor, parking his ass on the linoleum and letting his hands fall at his sides.

He watched Duke work, drank in every quick glance he was given, but it wasn’t enough. He heard Duke’s words, and god, he was just starting to get the hang of apologizing, wasn’t he? Tony wondered if he should feel a little proud of that, but right then he didn’t know how many other emotions he had room for. He felt fit to burst, chock full of worry, and guilt, shame, and that anger was still there, blanketing the hurt that Duke had first left him with.

Tony moved to his knees, dragged himself closer to Duke and reached out, grabbing a handful of the front of Duke’s shirt and tugging, gently, but wanting to other wolf out from under the sink.

“Get out here.” He said, and he tried to sound demanding, but it only came out weary. Was it wrong of him to feel exhausted? To be bone-tired of all this shit between them?

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

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The moment Tony entered the kitchen, his scent was everywhere. His heartbeat was steady and regular, and everything about the way he sounded and smelled and even tasted on the air was a distraction. Duke just lay there stupidly, pliers attached to one of the slip nuts and his other hand braced on the pipes. He should speak, shouldn’t he? What was he supposed to say? Should he have acted like everything was normal?

And then Tony was moving closer, his nearness nearly making Duke’s different senses sing, and Duke forced himself to start unscrewing the nuts. It was Tony who broke the silence. Duke hesitated. The sound of the other’s voice – after so much time had passed between now and their most recent argument – felt like electricity down Duke’s spine.

He cleared his throat and said, “It’s nothing really – just a clog.” He finished with the last of the nuts and shifted to come out from his hiding space – as much as he would have liked to stay, there was no reason for him to. “Was leaky a few months ago and I fixed it, but apparently this thing just likes givin’ Ma hell.”

He glanced at Tony. It hurt, but he didn’t regret it. He opened his mouth to joke about how there were no bruises or open wounds this time, before he realized yeah, that probably wasn’t a good opener. Instead, as he leaned in to remove the P-trap and clean it, he said, “Can’t believe she called you.” And he didn’t bother keeping his tone low – his mother would hear him anyway, there was no point in trying to hide it.

Tony gave a short little nod, a noncommittal hum at Duke's response. Getting this close was a mistake, he realized belatedly, Duke was so close that it wouldn't take more than the barest effort to reach out and touch him, and Tony felt the pull so strong in his fingertips that he curled them tight and dug them into his palms.

"You can't believe it?" He asked, and gave a short laugh. "You shoulda seen my face. I had no idea what was happening."

It wasn't much of an exaggeration. Hearing from Duke's mother had definitely thrown him for a loop, and Tony had just tried not to ask any stupid questions. Has he said anything about me? What has he said? Does he miss me like I miss him? He'd managed to get through the conversation without embarrassing himself, though, or so he hoped. Now he'd just have to repeat the process.

Worry hit him then, like a solid punch to the gut, and he was glad his hands were already clenched to fists. It would help to hide the shaking, he thought. He leaned back a little, readied himself to get to his feet.

"Should I go?" He asked, and was glad that at least his voice sounded steady, for the most part, even when it seemed his chest had seized up. "You didn't want to see me, did you?"

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|Duke & Tony| Calling All Cars

It wasn’t very glamorous, hiding out at his mother’s after what had gone down, but he knew she would never complain. And not just because he was slowly making his way through the old house to fix the problems that plagued it. When he’d come clean to her, when he’d confided in her about Tony and all of the emotions he always tried his best to hide, her satisfaction had been palpable. How long had she been waiting for him to come to her like this? For him to actually treat her like a mom? Of course, she’d had nothing but sharp words for him at first – telling him it was his own fault, that he was always getting himself into messes like this, that Rollo never made mistakes like he did and if he did, he at least knew how to fix them before they got bad – but after the initial tongue-lashing, she’d fed him and babied him like he was a child all over again, and had told him to stay as long as he liked.

She lived closer to the heart of the city than he did, and there was always someone from the pack coming by to visit – staying there almost made Duke feel closer to it all. It was weird how much he enjoyed it, considering he’d come to her for an escape. His first thought hadn’t been to go to her, of course. His first thought had been to pack a bag and take a trip out of town, because that was his answer to everything – a long stretch of road, wind in his hair, nothing but his bike to keep his company. But he’d made a promise that he wouldn’t leave again, hadn’t he? He didn’t know if it still meant anything, but….

He was under the kitchen sink, trying to find a reason as to why it wasn’t draining properly, when he heard his mother opening the front door. He didn’t pay it any mind at first, at least not until he ducked out from under the cabinet to grab something and caught his scent. His chest went tight, his eyes going to the backdoor – it would be so easy to slip away undetected – but something stopped him. Something more than just the fact that he was in the middle of fixing his mother’s sink. Something that had more to do with Tony’s words the last time they’d spoken, the words that had been replaying in Duke’s mind over and over since then.

But just because he wasn’t going to try and make a quick getaway didn’t mean he wasn’t going to at least hide. Grabbing the slip-joint pliers, he ducked back under the sink to distract himself with the P-trap.

Tony had done a lot of stupid things in his life, pre-bite, and post. As such, he'd had a lot of guilt-heavy conversations with his mother, done a lot of head hanging, a lot of apologizing. He knew that tone, the one that said he'd fucked up. I'm not angry, I'm disappointed. So when he heard that familiar tone on the other end of the phone one warm afternoon, he felt that particular rush of shame that only a mom could inflict upon him.

It was probably uneccessary, Tony wasn't the one who'd done the majority of the fucking up (so he liked to tell himself), and honestly, she was nicer to him than she could have been. Talk, was all she asked of him, show up, was all she required. Tony couldn't have said no if he wanted to. He felt like a child being chastised for fighting with a classmate, but honestly, Tony was a little grateful to be given the chance. He hadn't seen Duke since the fight, and each day and night gone by had made him bitterly regret his words. He'd said get out, but he hadn't mean for good. It was just like Duke, though, wasn't it, to run again? To take Tony's anger as some twisted form of permission.

Duke's bike was out front, chrome reflecting the bright sunlight, and as he walked by, Tony let a hand glance over the hot metal of the tank as he approached the house. Duke's mother let him in, and god, this was weird. Even with the invite, Tony didn't feel like he should be here. These were the things Duke worked so hard to protect, to keep quiet about, and here was Tony, barging in without asking again.

She waved him through, and he thanked her, softly, offering a smile, praying for the first time in his life that he could be the sort of person that a mother would like. Duke was under the sink when Tony found him, but Tony wasn't stupid, Duke knew he was there. He didn't say anything at first, didn't know where to start. After a moment, though, he stepped over, knelt down beside Duke's outstretched legs and looked up into the innards of the underside of the sink.

"Need a hand?"

“Gotta get my way somehow,” he admitted, grinning broadly.

“Gee thanks Tony, I’m glad to know I’m not completely defunct.” Ivan let out a huff of laughter with the jab Tony made about his pack. It was strange to even try and imagine being a member of something with the werewolf. “Am I your only non-pack friend?”

“Not completely, Ivan, never completely.”

He shook his head at Ivan’s question, a little more serious now that the discussion had turned away from their playful jabs. “Nah. Arya’s not really into that either. Frida’s so new she hasn’t fallen in quite yet, but I’m hoping she’ll end up with us.” He reached up, rubbing the back of his head. “Jacob’s uh. He’s not.” Not pack, not really a friend either, but Ivan didn’t really need to know all that.

“Too right, you know just the right spots,” he said, winking at the boy suggestively.

Ivan rolled his eyes at the other. “Thanks. So why are you trying to match-make us if you already know she won’t like me, huh? She a werewolf too?”

“Flatterer.” He accused.

“I said probably!” Tony laughed, holding his hands up defensively. “And you are charming sometimes, in spite of yourself. Yeah, she’s a wolf. Part of the pack. You know, the pack you’re too good to join.”

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