4 comments/ 21052 views/ 42 favorites All Creatures By: BlueOleander This is a six part story that will contain graphic sex scenes and light bondage between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing you may want to try a different story. If you like what you read, that is because I had amazing help in the form of a very talented editor, Bert_Fegg. He took many, many hours of his free time to find all the punctuation mistakes, spelling errors, and tense changes that filled the original manuscript. If you don't like it, then you should have seen it before B got his hands on it! Bless his heart. This is my first attempt at creative writing outside of school. Please be gentle on me. ******** Chapter 1 I can do this. Only two more weeks of this hell and then it's over. I'm done and moving on. I can do this. The same mantra that I had been chanting to myself for the past four years ran through my head while I cowered in the one remaining stall with an intact door in the men's restroom. "Mike? Are you in here?" I hear my only friend Ally, calling from the door. God damn it! Not the best place to hide apparently. "Yeah, Alls, give me a minute." "You've been missing for thirty minutes. I think your client is about to have a fit in the lobby. Do you want me to finish the discharge papers for you?" I sigh as I let my head fall back onto the pea-green metal wall of the stall. Ally has had my back since we started college eight years ago, with our bright naive thoughts and great expectations of life as veterinarians. Saving horses, cuddling puppies, swimming with dolphins. You don't think about things like compassion fatigue when you're eighteen. I exit the stall to see Ally sitting on the counter by the sink. "No it's ok. I'll finish it, I know you have just as much work to do as the rest of us. What the hell are you doing in here anyway? Don't y'all have your own bathroom?" "What? And miss the only time I get to see you? No thank you! I blocked the door with an out of order sign ten minutes ago by the way. You're welcome!" I look at myself in the mirror. My short brown hair luckily, can't do much in the way of looking unprofessional. I have it styled in short spikes in the front of my head. But my brown eyes are red-rimmed and slightly puffy along the bottom lid. Crap. I let out a groan as I consider the volley of smart ass remarks that I will receive from Dr. Skivera, the resident over my cases this week. After throwing some cold water on my face, I give Ally a quick peck on the cheek and head back out to the clinic. I sneak over to the fishbowl to quickly finish discharging my client. It is a small room, originally set up to receive records when the hospital had all their client information in paper files. Now it contains an ancient computer and a few rickety office chairs. One wall has a huge window about chest high that reaches up to the ceiling that earned it the nickname 'the fish bowl'. Because of its size, and out of the way location, no one but me ever uses this room, making it a perfect location to hide from everyone while I worked. Usually I can work in here for hours without seeing anyone else. As I sit down in the wobbly chair in front of the computer, I heave a sigh of relief at the thought of a few snatched minutes of peace. As I log into the database, I hear a voice I have come to loathe over the past year. "Mike! What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I turn around and face Dr. Skivera. I wish I was standing up, at least then I would have the advantage of size over this small Russian woman. "Ma'am?" "Why the fuck are you hiding in here? Have you even started the discharge papers for Red? I have never met a more incompetent student in my life! I can't believe they are letting you graduate. If they listened to me, you would be kicked out of this program so fast, you wouldn't even have time to cry in the bathroom. Now go fucking print off the lab results for Mr. Biggles, get Red out of here, and come up with a treatment plan for Duke. I want to see you in the rounds room in ten minutes." Two more weeks. Two more fucking weeks. ----- I sink into my bed with a whimper at 1:30am. I need to get up in three and a half hours to get back to school in time to take care of all my patients that are staying in the hospital overnight and be ready for rounds to start at eight. My social life has never been one to inspire jealousy in my fellow students. Going to the same land grant college in the middle of the Bible belt, for undergrad and professional school, doesn't really offer a huge gay night life. Before clinics, Ally and I would hit the bars every now and then. She would pick out a stranger for the night and I would watch the underage freshmen learn and exceed their capacity for alcohol with jager bombs and other lethal combinations of liquors. I'm not sure why watching ripped pledges puke on the dance floor was entertainment for me, but it never got old. Ally and I have barely seen each other in the past year, much less gone out for a little stress relief. My only entertainment lately has been a quick jerk-off before crashing. I reached down to fondle my flaccid penis. Fuck it, I was too tired tonight to even contemplate that. I rolled on my side and slipped into oblivion. ----- I set my phone to play one of my favorite Nobuo Uematsu pieces as my alarm. I thought it would be a nice way to wake up and a hell of a lot less annoying than the typical whine of the digital alarm I had since high school. I fucking hated that song now. I slammed my hand on my phone with a grunt and rolled over on my back. Why did I think I wanted to be a vet again? I contemplated the minimum injury I would need to inflict on myself to have a legitimate reason not to go in today. Stump my toe? Not enough. Cut off a finger shaving? Surely too far. Maybe I can go out to the large animal isolation barn this afternoon and see about contracting a little swine flu, maybe Salmonella? I pull myself out of bed for a quick shower before I head out. ----- I pick up the folder for my last case of the day. Bob, three year old, male, neutered Labrador mix with diarrhea. Who names their dog Bob? I say a quick prayer in my head that Bob ate last night's left overs or has worms. Something quick and easy to diagnose and treat. I pray Bob's owner isn't some cute wobbly old man who just lost his wife, and by the way, Bob is dying of some horrific disease. I open the lobby door. "Bob?" A huge gentleman with a beer belly and food stains on his white dress shirt tugs on the leash of a lean brown pup. The dog rolls his eyes up to the gentleman and huffs as he rises before trotting over to give me a lick on my hand. "Mr. Davey? I'm Mike, I'm going to be your senior student assigned to Bob's case today, if you'd like to follow me?" As I turn around the gentleman stops me. "I ain't Mr. Davey." I look back at the chart in my hand. Owner: William Davey "Excuse me?" "I said, I ain't Mr. Davey. I'm Adams, Mr. Davey will be back to pick up Bob tonight. I just work for 'im during the day. I found Bob here rollin' in a pile of shit in the den and just want to drop the mutt off." "Alrighty, well Mr. Adams, if you can come this way and answer a few question, talk to the doctor in charge, provide a contact number, and we can have you on your way." "It's just Adams." The man grunted. "Adams, right. This way please." We got Bob checked in and Mr. Adams, excuse me, Adams, off without any trouble. It looked like for once things were going my way. After some blood work and fecal tests, it seems as though Bob had probably got into the trash or got some food slipped to him under the table. Five o'clock rolls around and I am done with everything, just waiting on Bob's owner to come and take him home. Dr. Skivera strolled by the rounds room where I am sitting and chatting with Ally. "You didn't fuck anything up today, Mike. Congratulations." She continued on out the door to the parking lot. Fucking bitch. "God, what a witch. What is her deal with you? You do just as well as the rest of us on this rotation." "I had my first rotation with her when we started our clinical year. I truly did fuck up and forgot to submit a blood sample in the craziness of the first day. She decided after that I was useless." "Well, sweetheart, we'll be out of here soon! I still have three clients waiting on results to be discharged so I'm going to get busy!" As Ally, left the room I cracked open a medical book to review while I waited. Eight o'clock rolls around and the front desk finally pages me to meet Bob's owner. I grab the chart with a sigh. Three fucking hours I have been waiting for this guy. Three hours on the one day I may have gotten out at a decent time. But no, Mr. Davey apparently had more important things to do than pick up his fucking dog. I should have checked Bob into the hospital hours ago, fuck this guy. I walk around the corner and stop in my tracks. Oh my. "Mr. Davey?" The tall man at the front desk turns toward me. Holy fuck! Never mind, this was totally worth the wait. He has his hands stuck in the pockets of dark chinos with a crisp crease down the front. His skin is a pale alabaster. Looks like a vet student, no time for the sun, I quip in my head. A pale blue polo covers the wide expanse of his chest and matches his eyes. God damn! Those eyes! What I wouldn't do to wake up next to those every morning. His hair is cut military short, not my usual preference, but with a body like that, who the fuck cares about hair? "I go by Bill." He extends his right hand to me. "You can come in this room...um... wait in this room and I'll go get Bob. Um, yeah, Bob." I shake his hand weakly while I feel my face, ears and chest heat through ten different shades of red. Fuck, I haven't been this tripped up over a crush since high school. Snap out of it. Bill gives me a slow smile and follows me to a private exam room. Holy fuck! That smile is even better than the eyes. Kill me now and I'll die a happy man. I feel my breath catching in my throat as my chest tightens and my stomach begins to dance the east coast swing in my abdomen. The thought of the beautiful man two feet behind me is causing an unfortunate reaction in my briefs. I attempt to turn away and adjust my growing problem into a less noticeable position as I open the door to the exam room. The smirk on Bill's face leaves me with the impression I was not as sneaky as I hoped. Smooth, Mike. Way to act like a professional, popping wood on a guy picking up his sick dog. I roll my eyes at myself but still grab Ally on the way to get Bob. "Hey Alls, run by exam room nine. You'll thank me later!" When I get back to the exam room with Bob, I see a crowd of five girls from my class who haven't made it home yet, ogling my client from afar. As I close the door to the exam room behind Bob and me, I hear a sigh from the crowd. Bob goes berserk when he sees his owner. He runs in tight circles and jumps onto the pristine pants leaving wet circles from his paws. I stumble a bit through our test results before I settle into my professional manner and finish explaining the diagnosis and treatment plan for Bob. As I escort the pair out of the hospital with a wave, I feel better than I have in a year. That was a nice pick-me-up to get me through the week! ----- I settle into bed at a reasonable time for the first time in a month. I have been half erect since meeting Bob's owner and now I allow myself to drift into fantasies featuring deep blue eyes and a strong muscled chest. As I pull on my hard cock I imagine his hands gently tugging my short hair while massaging my scalp. I can almost feel the scrape of teeth and salve of wet tongue tweaking my nipples while they harden into sensitive nubs. I allow one finger of my free hand to tease my left nipple, causing that entire side of my chest to contract as it throbs with sensation and sends a spark of electricity straight to my cock. In my mind, Bill continues to caress his way down my body, my arms and stomach are covered in goose bumps and my abdominal muscles begin to quake as his hand reaches between my thighs to firmly grab the muscles of my ass. My breath begins to quicken and my heart rate accelerates as I imagine one of his pale warm hands wrapped around my cock in a firm grip, rubbing my copious precum up and down the shaft while the other hand slides into the crevice of my cheeks to circle my anus. Without any warning, I feel all my muscles tighten and a loud groan escapes my mouth as cum flies out of my cock to coat my chest and neck in a warm splash. My heels dig into the sheets, pushing my hips up into the air as my body contracts and relaxes in cycles, leaving me covered in a week's worth of slowly cooling semen. With one final sigh, my legs flop back down on the bed and every tense muscle in my body gives way to deep relaxation. Damn, I haven't had that kind of hair trigger in years. I didn't even have time to pull out any toys. I think I have a new favorite fantasy! All Creatures Ch. 02 This chapter contains graphic sex scenes and adult language between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing you may want to try a different story. If you like what you read, that is because I had amazing help in the form of a very talented editor, Bert_Fegg (from a different site). He took many, many hours of his free time to find all (or most, there were quite a few in there to begin with!) of the punctuation mistakes, spelling errors, and tense changes that filled the original manuscript. If you don't like it, then you should have seen it before B got his hands on it! Bless his heart. I appreciate you taking the time to read my world and hope you enjoy yourself. ********* Chapter 2 Graduation day comes and Ally and I wait on her parents to find us in the mass of black gowns with grey hoods. My parents couldn't make graduation; my little brother had a soccer game. Same excuse they gave when they bailed on my white coat ceremony, college graduation, and high school graduation. I don't think my little brother even plays soccer any more. He is their one hope for a successful progeny at this point. In my parents' mind, anything I achieve will always be overshadowed by the fact that I am a fag. Ally introduced me to her close knit family soon after we met our freshman year of college. Ally and her younger sister act more like best friends than sisters and their parents shower them both with love and support. The family comes up every football weekend to tailgate and pamper their oldest daughter, bringing supplies, beer, and a feast of home cooked food. Ally's parents have since adopted me as 'the son they never had.' "So, Dr. Harvey, what shall we do to celebrate the ending of an era?" Ally says in her best British accent. "Well, Dr. Love, I believe we have an outstanding date with The Duck!" The Duck is an old run down bar outside city limits. It is the kind of place that gives away free samples of Skoal on Tuesdays but brings in great local bands on the weekends. And because of some stroke of genius, they sell 'membership' cards outside for two dollars to get in, making it a private club, not a bar. It stays open till everyone leaves instead of closing down at two like all the other bars in town. Ally and I have gone to The Duck after finals every semester since we turned twenty-one. Ally's parents reach us at that time. After a round of hugs and well wishes, we separate for a few hours to allow Ally some private time with her family. I head home to change. We have plans to meet before the bar at eleven. ----- After a few hours of cheap beer and loud 80's cover band, I stumble out of The Duck. My ears are ringing and I feel more tipsy than I should. Damn vet school, made me a light weight. I look at my phone. "fOUD HOTTIE> gOING HOME. kISSES/" Well, fuck. Apparently Ally has become a light weight as well. And now I have no ride home. I need to remember to call her tomorrow. Ally has always had a loose stance on sex, similar to my own. Be careful, use protection, but if it is consensual, it is good. We keep up with each other and make sure the other is safe in the morning. Other than that, we refrain from judging each other's decisions. I live about two miles from The Duck so I start to head home walking alongside the main drag through town. Our graduation is the day after the undergrads', so it is a pretty quiet night. Only the hard core frat boys and locals are still in town tonight. After a few cat calls from speeding trucks passing dangerously close I start to regret letting Ally out of my sight. I am busy muttering to myself a list of tortures and embarrassments I have planned for Ally when I glance up and notice my wet dream coming down the walk way ten feet in front of me, a cigarette glowing orange between his lips while he eyes my disheveled state. My jaw drops open and my mouth is suddenly dry as I take in the man who has occupied my fantasies for weeks. I rock back on my heels in an uncoordinated attempt to stop. Holy shit! It's Beautiful Blue Eyes! I never thought I would see him again. I must make him mine! Just be cool, Mike. You got this, buddy. "You know those things will kill you, right?" Awesome, Mike, nag the man into fucking you. This is why you haven't been laid in four years. Bill smirks at me while shrugging his shoulders. "Not likely." God, can I please lick those shoulders. Please, just once? "Cigarette smoking causes about 20% of the deaths in the US each year, not a very safe pastime there." Fuck Mike! Shut up! Shut up now! Bill, sighs as he throws the half smoked cigarette to the pavement and grinds the butt with his heel. He changes the subject before I can further enumerate the dangers of smoking. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" "If you're not busy, that would be nice. Thank you." I stare with round eyes and a cock that has taken the time to fight past the alcohol and stand at half-mast. As I hop in his large white 4x4 F250 parked half a block down the street, I have a momentary thought that this is how B movie murder mysteries start. Friends see drunk woman picked up by man outside bar and is found in the ditch the next morning. I would be the woman in this case, and there are no friends to see me get in the truck. I direct Bill the last mile to my small one bedroom apartment. As I slide out of the truck, I misjudge the distance to the ground and end up in a giggling pile outside the door. Oh fuck me, this night couldn't get any better. Why not end with me on my ass in front of Hottie McHottieson. Bill grabs my upper arms and pulls me to my feet. "Easy does it. Which one are you in?" I point to the second floor, apartment 201. Bill stays by my side as I get my keys in the lock and open the door. My apartment is filled with second hand furniture pulled together with yard sell finds and clearance items. It may not look like much, but I am proud of the final product considering the budget. Thank god I cleaned the house yesterday. Bill guides me to the couch and helps me pull off my sneakers while keeping one hand on my left calf. I stare at his eye as they run over my slumped form. "Thanks, I didn't plan on getting wasted this evening." He keeps his hands on my knees while he sits back on his heels between my legs. He smiles at me before sighing and standing up. "We've all been there." He turns and walks to the door. "See you around, Mike." As Bill closes the door behind him, I start to kicking myself. Damn it Mike! If you hadn't gotten sloshed like a damn freshman, this evening would have ended in a massive sex fest. Hottie would have stayed the night, you would have made love till dawn, and then he would have asked you to move in with him because he couldn't stand the thought of another night without your massive cock. Mother fucking Ally and her damn beer. ----- The next morning I wake up with the feeling that someone has swabbed my mouth out with a dry cloth. A dry cloth that was previously stuck up the ass of a dying cow. I also feel like my brain is about double the volume of my skull. I stumble to the kitchen for a glass of water and my bottle of Excedrin. I grab a bottle of water left on my counter and chug half the contents before I remember that the bottle shouldn't have been there in the first place. After a moment's confusion, my eyes fall on a scrap of paper that appears to once have been connected to my grocery list. Curiosity makes me forget my pounding head as I rotate the scrap around to read the messy scrawl on the paper. 'Dinner at 8? My place? Let me know -Bill' His number is written below the message. Oh, fucking hell to the yes! All thoughts of coffee laced with horse laxatives and flea infested clothing for Ally are immediately replaced with the flowers and chocolates that such a sweet princess as herself deserves. I have a date! ----- I am thankful the date is set for so late. Ally and I meet for a late lunch, both nursing hangovers with dark sun glasses over our unforgiving eyes. She tells me about Mr. Right-now, a forgettable romp with a small dick but an amazing body. She falls into a thirty minute tirade of how size doesn't matter but if it's small you damn well better put out a bit more effort than last night's quest. I'm gasping for breath around belly aching laughs by the time she finishes her rant with a pout. We finish the meal while I tell her about the beautiful, mysterious Mr. Davey. After lunch we head over to my place to pick out the perfect outfit. Something that says 'Why yes, I would fancy a fuck!' While not saying 'I fuck anything that moves.' We settle on a pale pink button up and a pair of tight jeans that show off my ass to its full advantage. Ally keeps me company for the few hours remaining before I need to hop in the shower and get ready. At six thirty she heads back to her place to resume packing up her apartment. I am left to stew in my nerves . My mind wonders to my last date almost four years ago. I met some kid on the internet and we decided to meet for dinner and a movie. Five minutes into dinner I was looking for a window to crawl out of. The guy was obviously still deeply in the closet, he didn't look me in the eye once throughout the date, and he flirted outrageously with the waitress the entire meal. By the time we were finished with our burgers, I was ready to punch the bastard. Unfortunately, my libido got the better of me and I let him give me a blowjob in the back of the theater. What followed was a week of increasingly harassing phone calls and instant messages until finally I had to get the police involved. After that horrible experience, I decided dating was better left alone until I matured a bit and I haven't been on one since. By quarter till eight, when I start walking to Bills place, I have almost talked myself into canceling. He is so out of your league! You're moving away in a month! You know you don't have time for a relationship right now! For fuck's sake, you're starting a new job in six weeks! Did I mention that he is way out of your league? My palms are sweating and throat is parched as my eyes dart around me to take in my location. I realize I passed Bill's house two blocks ago. I stop and take a few deep breaths to prevent myself from running away screaming. Come on, Mike! Get it together. You can do this. It is like riding a bike, only a lot less uncomfortable. Well, maybe not less uncomfortable. You can do this! Knock on the door, wow him with your suave, and bag that big boy! I look around at the well-manicured front lawn of the two story antebellum house while I take a moment to clear my mind of any thoughts that might lead to my semi turning into a full blown erection on Bill's front steps. I ring the doorbell and wait a minute before the front door swings open to reveal a smiling man dressed in black dress slacks and a light blue button up. "I was wondering if you were going to knock or if you were planning on spending the night on my front porch." Bill raises his eyebrow as I begin to glow a lovely shade of crimson. I step inside mumbling the first thing that comes to mind. "Your magnolias are still in bloom." Fuck me. I am the biggest dork this town has ever seen! The house smells divine with the rich warm scent of roasting meat. After the small lunch with Ally, I am ravenous. I follow Bill into the kitchen after accepting a glass of red wine. Bob bounds down the stairs to greet me with a viciously wagging tail and a few licks of my pants leg. We make small chat about the upcoming college football season, high budget action films, and various other manly topics. I lift my wine glass to my lips only to discover I have already drained the glass. My hand shakes a bit as I return the glass to the counter. A thin sheen of moisture in the shape of my hand is left on the counter when I move to reach for the proffered bottle of wine. I manage a small smile toward Bill as I sip from my second glass of wine. God, I hope this man really is gay. What if I misread this entire situation? How much of an ass am I going to feel like if he is actually thanking me for bringing his dog back from the brink of death after a scrap of steak gone bad episode? I begin to list from foot to foot as my stomach is filled with butterflies on five cases of Redbull. What the holy hell were you thinking? This man is obviously happily married to a beautiful woman. He is too gorgeous to not have a wife. I'm sure at any moment that perfect vision of a woman with huge tits, perfect blond hair, and straight, white teeth will burst through the door with a baby propped on her wide, childbearing hips. And let's not forget that this man is way out of your league. What the fuck are you doing here? By the time the roast has been pulled out to rest, my heart is pounding in my ears and any possible words I could add to the conversation are stuck in my throat. Bill pulls two plates out to set the table. Well, at least I won't have to eat with Mrs. Perfect-wife. I devour the meal while Bill watches me with amusement. It looks to me as if he has pushed the food around his plate more than eaten anything. Bob remains firmly positioned under Bills chair throughout dinner. I wonder who feeds Bob from the table? After dinner we head into the den to admire his entertainment system. Plasma, LCD, LED, I don't know, but the thing is huge. Stereo speakers are strategically placed around the entire room to give the feel that any explosion on your TV is actually occurring in the room next to you. Watching a porno on this thing must be an experience. A two foot dick with slurping and slapping sounds in all directions. I think I would like to try that out. I grin at my inner dialogue only to realize we are silent and Bill is watching me with increasing amusement at I start to pitch a tent in my pants. I clear my throat and start to plan exit strategies. Why do I have to be so damn awkward? Why can't my life play out like a romance novel? Boy meets boy, they fall instantly in love with no strained pauses or weird first dates, they have amazing sex and live happily ever after. Is that really too much to ask for? While I am worrying about graceful exits, Bill has appeared in front of me. He leans in and pauses close enough so that I can feel the heat of his lips but there is no contact yet. What is he waiting for? Do it! Oh, please, for the love of all, kiss me! After an agonizing moment of anticipation, I realize that he is waiting for permission to continue. I close the last bit of distance with a sigh. Oh, this is amazing. This is much better that talking about football or movies. My inner self has donned a cheerleader's outfit to do back handsprings around my mind to the backdrop of fireworks in celebration of this glorious kiss. His lips are soft but slightly cool, like he has just come in from a walk on a winter day. Never mind the fact it is ninety fucking degrees outside. His tongue slips from his mouth to tease my bottom lip. With a shiver, I open my lips to allow a deeper kiss. His hands settle on my hips with a vice like grip so I place my hands on his strong arms to balance myself as the kiss progresses to 'melt the polar ice caps' level intensity. By this time, I am no longer merely pitching a tent. There is enough room under there for a whole city to move in. My cock is rock hard and pressing against my jeans at an angle that is just this side of 'Oh my god' pain. A whimper of need escapes me as I let my hands slide up from Bill's biceps to fasten together behind his neck. It has been so long since I have had a kiss like this, let's not even think about the last time I got laid. Oh, I hope I get laid tonight! I close the distance between us so that our bodies are pressed against each other from our lips to our toes. Hello, Mr. Happy! Bill is most definitely gay and very interested in this kiss. I groan as I feel the hardness of Bills cock rub against mine. As Bill adjusts the angle of his approach to nibble and lick at my neck I tentatively pull the tails of his shirt out of his pants. Please don't stop this, I really need this tonight. I take the increased vigor of Bill's attack on my neck as a free pass to continue to undress him. By the time I have the shirt completely undone and my hands under his white under shirt, Bill has sufficiently marked me with the world's biggest hickey. Now, I am normally not a fan of walking around with a sign hanging around my neck, or on my neck as the case may be, that says 'I had sex last night!' but right now this man could do anything to me and I would be happy, so long as it involved that mouth and my body. Bill pulls away from me with a feral growl and studies my face. I can feel the flush on my cheeks as I pant with arousal. "Bedroom?" A man of few words apparently. I nod quickly. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs, pausing at the top for a quick grope and exploration of my mouth. The bedroom he leads me to is large with dark walls and blackout shades over the two windows on one side. The king sized bed sits between the two windows with blood red sheets and more pillows than seem necessary. A black lacquered dresser and night stand are the only other furniture in the room. A white shag rug covers the hardwood floor giving the room a finished look. By the time I am done admiring the decorations, Bill is topless with his shoes and socks next to the door and his pants unbuttoned so I can see the plum briefs underneath. Well, a man shouldn't have to be half naked alone in his own bedroom! I quickly join him in his state of undress while he watches me from the bed. After the last shoe is removed in a fast, if not graceful maneuver, I head to the bed to join Bill. He leans back on the pillows as he reaches for my hand to pull me astride him. With my knees on either side of his ribs and my ass firmly planted on his groin, I lean over to continue the probing and sucking we started downstairs. One of my hands settles on the bed behind his shoulder while the other gently glides over his nipple, a perfect brown nub with an areola about the size of a quarter. I begin to pinch and sooth the little protrusion while his hands message my back and run up into my hair sending shivers and goose bumps down my back. When I move my mouth down to join the fun of nipping and laving his nipples, Bill's hips begin to grind up into my jean clad erection in time to my ministrations, creating a delicious friction of denim on hard hot skin. After what seems to be an eternity of petting and grinding, Bill grabs me by the hips and swings me on my back. While overcoming a brief moment of vertigo from the swift change in position, Bill begins to kiss, nip, and lick his way down my chest and stomach, his hands reach into the waistband of my jeans. With one strong graceful sweep of his arms, I find myself with my pants and briefs clearing my ankles while my penis snaps back onto my stomach. Bill resumes his attention at my knees and works his way back up my inner thighs with a few scrapes from his teeth and a lot of slick caresses from his tongue. The mixture of mild pain and gentle caresses combine to pull all my attention onto Bill. By the time he reaches my groin, I feel like my body is on fire and I fear making a fool of myself with a premature release. He licks the precum from below my belly button and laves my cock from base to tip in one long stroke of his tongue. He pulls my shaft upright with his hand and then begins licking the swollen glans, concentrating on cleaning all the clear fluid from around the slit. As his mouth encloses the head in a molten kiss I grab the sheets as a familiar boil begins to collect deep in my groin. All Creatures Ch. 02 Oh fuck! Think Mike! Grandma! Baseball scores! Parvo puppies! Oh! For the love of all that is good, something please let me come down a bit before I blow and end things before we get to the good part! Bill lowers his head down my cock till his nose is buried in my trim bush and the head of my cock is firmly implanted in his throat. I can feel every muscle in his mouth tighten and relax over my shaft as his tongue rubs the length of my cock. Fuck, doesn't this man need to breathe? Oh, fuck me! I groan with the realization that there is no turning back now and tap Bills shoulder in the hopes he realizes this is his warning to back off now or plan to take my load in his mouth. I know better than to attempt to speak at this point. It will just come out as a series of babble heavy with cuss words. Bill backs off only enough so my jizz shoots onto the roof of his mouth instead of directly down his throat. While wave after wave of cum flows out of my cock, my entire body constricts and bows with my back arched off the bed. I enjoy the first afterglow not given by my left hand in four years, as Bill crawls up my body to give me a slow kiss faintly spiced with the taste of my own cum. Blowjobs are the best! As I come down from my cloud of happiness I notice an unused bottle of lube next to a box of condoms. I hope we still plan on using those regardless of my quick release! I reach down and wrap my fingers around Bill's hot cock and slowly jack my hand up and down the large shaft. Bill has an impressive girth and his hefty, uncut length allows both of my hands to easily fit side by side along the shaft. My hands are slick from a combination of sweat and Bill's own precum and they slide easily up and down his hard smooth rod. Bill's left hand skims over my sensitive glans, pulling a gasp from my lungs, to gently fondle my sac. He rolls my balls and lightly pulls the skin taut in a way that is mildly uncomfortable but wildly erotic. He releases his hold on my balls and allows his palm to soothe over the abused orbs before he roams lower to tease my perineum. Bill firmly circles the smooth skin between my balls and anus, lightly massaging my prostate from the outside of my body. I moan loudly as my underused libido catches up with me and my cock twitches back to life. Bill's hand travels back up my body and he inserts his index and middle finger into my mouth as he returns to my neck to suck and nip at the spot already bruised from his earlier play. After thoroughly lubricating his fingers with my saliva, he returns his index finger to slowly circle and probe my anus. Involuntarily, I clench my muscles as the sensation of another's hand on my most personal area catches me by surprise. His index finger breaches my tight ring as his tongue returns to my mouth for a passionate kiss. The expected burn does not accompany his invasion and I simply enjoy the feeling of another taking care of my needs. He slowly pushes and twists his finger in and out while matching the motion with his tongue. It takes only a few minutes of careful play to have me ready and stretched with three fingers easily inserted and stroking my prostate, sending a constant volley of sparks stretching from my cock to behind my eyes. The toys I have used at home make the transition from start to ready a much quicker experience. Bill reaches over and pulls a condom and the bottle of lube onto the bed. While he rolls the condom down, I warm a generous glob of lube in my palm before coating his cock with a few tight strokes. Bill gently turns me over and places two of the many pillows under my hips to keep me in an open angle for his penetration. I hear another squeeze of the lube bottle before I feel the slick substance slide down my crack, leaving a cold trail from the top of my ass to the bottom of my balls. Bills thick finger glides back in my ass, slicking my entrance with the rapidly warming liquid. I pump my hips into the pillows in a feeble attempt to give me a bit of friction on my groin while he begins to massage my prostate again. Bill continues to stroke me with his three slick fingers, smoothly gliding in and out of me. The stretching of my ass, the warm full feeling deep inside me, followed by the hollow empty feeling as he pulls out has me writhing in the sheets. My hands are clenched in tight fists around one of the pillows still on the bed, my toes are curled, and my hips are thrusting into the softness of the pillows piled below me. Bill pulls his finger out and readjusts his position on the bed so that the tip of his cock is pressing on my entrance. With a little more pressure the head begins to breach and finally pops in with a sharp stab of pain that has me hissing through my teeth and jerking forward, away from the intruder. Bill grabs my hips and holds me still while he murmurs comforting words under his breath. He is much thicker than any of my toys but his soothing words and thorough preparations leave me relaxing into the pressure within seconds of entry. I exhale and push out while shifting my hips back into him to let him know I am ready. The burn of entry is still sharp, but a new pleasure is beginning to infuse with the pain. The two sensations combine until they fuse and I can no longer tell if I am in pain or bliss. He slowly begins a cycle of pushing in a few inches and pulling back a few inches until he has his groin pushed tight against my ass. While he pauses in this position, I look between my legs to see his balls resting against mine. A guttural moan escapes my lips and my cock immediately regains the tightness it lost over the past few minutes. In response to my cry, Bill begins to fuck me slowly and deliberately, pulling out till the crown of his cock is tugging on my sphincter and then pushing all the way back in, in one smooth thrust. The slow pace is maddening. I want more. I need more! I begin to meet him on his entry with a thrust of my hips back toward him. Bill grabs my hips to regain control and slowly builds speed and shortens his strokes so that as he redirects his thrust he is grazing my prostate with every move. The electricity shooting through my body with each stoke cause my arms to weaken and I fall forward, so that I am supported by my elbows and the pillows under me. This changes the angle of entry into something fabulous that causes lights to flash behind my eyes with every stroke. A constant feral growl fills the room, and at this point I am unsure if the sound is originating from me or Bill. I feel Bill leaning over my back and hooking his right arm under mine to cross my chest. He uses this arm to pull me up on my knees while continuing his constant thrusting. His left arm snakes around my body to grab the base of my now dripping cock while he latches his mouth onto my bruised and now very sensitive neck. I come in an explosion as his teeth bear down on my skin on the verge of breaking into the soft layers. My body tenses and my eyes close as I throw my head back, giving Bill better access to my body. Euphoria floods my body as, after a few more hard thrusts, Bill grunts, filling my ass deeper with his seed. Bill's grip around my chest tightens and he inhales deeply around my neck as his cock jerks in my tunnel. After a moment of silence, he releases my neck while he pulls us down to lay side by side on the bed. After a few minutes of panting with my eyes closed, I feel the bed shift and the covers pulled up to cover our sweat slicked bodies. Bill pulls my back into his chest and kisses my neck as I drift off to sleep. -------- I wake up relaxed and calm, enjoying the feel of silky smooth cotton sheets rubbing against my nude back. The room is still dark, but I feel an emptiness that lets me know I am alone. I roll over and sweep my arm over the bed to be sure. After a few more minutes of enjoying the luxury, I sit up to take in my surroundings. The biggest shock is the clock with small red numbers telling me it is 12:11 in the afternoon. I stumble to where I think the window should be, to pull back the shade, and immediately curse this idea as bright southern sunshine assaults my eyes. Yup, it really is afternoon. I find my way into the attached bathroom for a quick cleanup of the sleep, dried sweat, and crusted cum that covers my body. As I reach for a clean cloth I notice a note on the mirror with the same messy scrawl. 'Enjoyed your company last night. Sorry I had to leave you this morning, duty calls. Stay as long as you want and make yourself at home. Adams will be around this afternoon and I'll be home at 8. If you aren't here, I'll call you. -Bill' Duty calls? What the hell does that even mean? I stuff the note in my jeans after I pull them over my sore body. It has been ages since I have used those muscles. Once dressed, I find my way back into the den to grab my shoes and head out, only to be faced with the large pleading eyes of Bob while he dances around the room, leash hanging from his mouth, as if he has not seen a human in at least a week. I quickly weigh the strong desire to be home and avoid any contact with Adams against the urge to take care of any animal in a five mile radius. I compromise by clipping Bob's leash onto his collar and take him with me. It is the best of all worlds! I please Bob, avoid Adams, and have a brilliant excuse to come back over at eight tonight to see Bill. With a quick note on the fridge to explain the missing canine, I head home. All Creatures Ch. 03 First off, I must acknowledge the world's greatest editor, Bert_Fegg. Also, if anyone is searching for an editor for their own M/M erotic story, I highly suggest finding yourself a straight male from the UK. The commentary on the sex scenes makes the editing process much more entertaining! Also I would like to thank everyone who has taken time to read, comment, rate and/or favorite my story. It makes my heart happy to see it. Hope you enjoy the next installment! ******** "What do you mean, you don't want to talk about it?" Ally yells over the stereo from the next room over. "I called you three times last night and you didn't answer once! That is the signs of either an awesome night or an epic fail. Either way, I want to know the details!" I close up the box of books I have just finished filling and walk into Ally's bedroom to find her holding up a blue micro skirt to her body in front of the mirror, with a look of disgust. "Do you see what vet school did to me? Remember when I could wear this?" She tosses the skirt on top of a growing pile of clothes destined for Goodwill. I briefly wonder if the charitable organization would allow such a thing to be sold in their stores, before Ally's raised eyebrow brings me back to the present. "You look beautiful, Alls." "Yeah, and your date went..." Ally lets the last word drag on as she waits for me to fill in the blank. I sigh as I sit on the bare mattress of her bed. "It was nice, I had fun, and I'm seeing him again tonight. That's all you need to know." "But I always tell you about my dates!" Ally whines. I can't help the chuckle that falls from my lips. "And how many times have I actually asked you for this information? I swear, you gossip more than a teenager!" Ally plops on the bed next to me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "Please?" "No, Alls. Let's finish up so we can grab an early dinner before your dad gets here with the truck." I am already out of the room and turning up the music before I finish the sentence. That effectively stops any more questioning for the next hour or so. After a quick meal of fried chicken fingers, fries, and 'special sauce', I help load Ally's few possessions into a U-Haul. My chest aches and the lump in my throat threatens to steal my breath as I grip Ally in a tight hug. After a quick kiss on the forehead I help her into her car and wipe the tears from my cheeks as I wave my best friend out of town. She is starting work in a week in a town about twenty minutes from where my new job is located. I'll see her again in a month and we'll talk every day. Yet I still feel as if this is the end of 'us'. No more late night studying binges, no more Duck dates, no more frat boys puking on dance floors. We are now grown up and moving on. ------ Eight o'clock finds me standing on the same beautiful front porch as the previous night. After knocking, the door opens to show a stunning sight. Bill stands in the doorway in blue and orange basketball shorts with his chiseled pale chest glowing in the moon light. Normally, I would say orange should never be worn by one with skin the color of Bill's, but that man could make granny panties look sinful. Plus the shorts happened to be sporting the logo of my alma mater. Ten points for Bill! After soaking in the image and readjusting the resulting tightness of my jeans, I manage to pull my eyes up to Bill's face. Behind the obvious smirk at catching me ogling, is a look of exhaustion. Just as I am about to remark on this, Bob yanks me off balance as he rushes to see his owner. After letting go of the leash, Bill allows the sixty pound dog to leap into the air into his waiting arms. Well, that was fucking impressive! I follow Bill and Bob into the house and just as I turn from shutting the door behind me, I feel the presence of hands on my hips, pushing me back against the door. Looking up, I am lost in clear, spring blue eyes. As Bills lips close softly over mine, a small whimper escapes my lips. A grown ass man is whimpering at a kiss! My dad would be so pissed to hear me whimpering like a child. I can almost hear his voice reverberating in my skull. 'Act like a man, Mike! Men don't whimper and whine, babies whimper and whine. Are you a baby, Mike?' Of course, the fact that it was a kiss with another man that set off the whimper in the first place would have had my father slinging versus from the Book of Leviticus at us both. Bill's tongue lightly dances over my bottom lip and then delves in for deeper exploration when I part my lips with a sigh. This man was an expert at kissing. My only rational thoughts, outside the feel of him next to me, are used up to remain standing. As the kiss ends, Bill rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. "Hi" I say weakly. Well that was a great example of your vast lexicon of words, Mike. Bill's eyes open, shining with mirth. "Hello, handsome. I'm sorry I wasn't around this morning. You'll find that I am often called away during the day. And actually, it turns out tonight is not such a great night either." "Oh." I feel a stab of disappointment. I didn't realize how much I had built tonight up. All day I had fabricated fantasies of what tonight could hold. Replays of some of my favorite moments from last night with a few extra, probably impossibly acrobatic, moves thrown into the mix. Bill graces me with a smile that promises wicked things to those who wait. "Rain check for tomorrow?" "I might have to check my calendar. I have to clean the house, watch the grass grow, and I should probably wash my hair." I tease with a grin. Bill cuts off anymore mocking from me as he grabs me for another time stopping kiss. We are interrupted by a knock on the front door. Bill freezes with his eyes glued to the white washed wood of the door. "Oh shit, not yet." Bill looks around, slightly panicked, while I study him with increasing confusion. "Mike, I need you to do something for me, and I need you to not ask any questions right now, there is no time for them. Go up to my room and stay there. Don't come down, don't try and leave the house, just stay there till I come get you. This is important, do you understand?" No, no I do not understand. Even as I think this, I nod my head and stumble toward the bedroom we shared last night. What the hell just happened? After about two minutes of sitting in the quiet room, I reason it is my right to occupy my time by snooping in all the drawers of the bedroom. No explanation for his odd request obviously equals an invitation for the invasion of his privacy, right? I find a vast collection of vibrators, butt plugs and restraints in the top drawer of the dresser, along with the required lube and condoms kept conveniently in the bedside table, as well as a few BDSM magazines under the bed. Other than that, everything is pretty standard for a bedroom. After flipping through all the magazines, and finding a few pages to reference later, I realize I have wasted about an hour. Still no Bill. Well this is just bullshit! Bill is probably entertaining another co-ed downstairs. I don't need or deserve this treatment! I slip on my shoes and open the bedroom door, intending to storm out of the house. Just then, the sound of a hundred angry elephants reverberates up the stairwell from the den, stopping me in my tracks. Something about the cacophony of sound coming from below sets off every alarm in my head telling me to turn tail and run until I can find a cave to hide in. Instead, I quietly toe my way down the stairs, closer to the origin of the sound. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the hell are you doing! This is the number one, stupidest idea you have ever had, Mike. Ever! I stop at the bottom of the stairs, out of the line of sight of the den, but within hearing distance of the action. Three men are in a heated argument about something. I think the topic is what the current course of action should be over some transgression. Bill and another smooth voice occasionally interject to calm the three men. "You said that last time!" says a rich tenor. "And look what is happening now. This is worse than any other incidence. My wife won't leave the house, we had to pull the kids from school. What the hell are you going to do about this? It is time for action!" This man has obviously been a pack a day smoker since he hit puberty. His voice is gravely and I assume the man will soon be hooked to an oxygen tank if he is not already. "Jim, we know you are worried, and you have a right to be. But we cannot raid the place without a proper investigation. Be patient, please." This was the smooth talker; I don't think butter would melt in that mouth. He would be a good choice to record a bedtime story for children. So, Jim must be my smoker. "This is bullshit! If you won't stop this shit, we will take matters into our own hands. We don't need y'all. We have never needed y'all. It is time we take care of ourselves!" With a slight crack in the voice at the end of the sentence, I imaged a pubescent boy with bigger cojones than brains. "That's enough!" Bill's voice is commanding, jerking me out of my reverie and making me inch toward the doorway leading into the room housing the men. "You will do no such thing. Sit down, Sean. Now, let's finish discussing all the facts we know and come up with a plan in a civilized manner. Scott, please continue where you left off." By this point I can see the room is a lot fuller than I originally imagined. There must be twenty-five men and women packed into the room and I can smell the stink of too many human bodies from here. Bill stands in the front, facing the door where I am hiding. "Bill, I believe your lamb is loose." The speaker is the story-time voice and there is laughter in his words. He is short, probably around my height, with curly black hair, sitting straight in his chair, as if modeling for an etiquette book. His back is toward the doorway. His words confuse me, as they don't fit with the tone of the previous conversation. It is then that I note Bill eyes are flashing on me with a look of anger mixed with acceptance. "Well, come on in Mike. You might as well meet the gang." As I take the last step into the room, all eyes turn in my direction. Heat floods my face and my stomach feels as if there is a ten pound ball sitting in there. The looks in the faces around me range from disgust to open curiosity. After quick introductions around the room, I sit next to the person with the only name I remember. Story-time voice, otherwise called Stephen. As I sit, I catch Bill shoot Stephen a look of warning and possessiveness. Usually one to bristle at such actions of possession, I am surprised to find myself smiling at the gesture. The next hour and half is spent with tales that make no sense to me peppered with the occasional outburst by Jim and Sean. At the conclusion of the meeting, everyone files out of the house with grumbles and half heard curses on Bill, his family, and all he holds dear. When only Stephen, Bill, and I are left in the house, we retire to the kitchen, where Bill prepares me a sandwich. Stephen sits at the bar, crossing his right leg over his left. "Well I think that went well." Even I can hear the sarcasm drip from his words. Bill replies as he watches me devour the ham and cheese. "You realize that we are going to have to fight this time don't you." "Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later. You and I will, of course, be fine. Whoever is left of their pack at the end of it will be glad it is over, and there will be peace restored." Stephen is looking under his nails and seems uninterested in the subject. "Pack? Are they like a biker gang or something? I didn't know we had those sorts of things around here." I speak around my last bite, earning me a raised brow from both men. Stephen looked at Bill. "You haven't told him?" After a quick shake of Bill's head, he continued. "Well, in that case, I assume you have a long night ahead of you. Good luck with that one!" With this, he hops off the stool and exits the house. I look at Bill expectantly. He sighs "Come on Beautiful, we have a lot to talk about." ------ What the fuck? This cannot be real! Werewolves, rival packs, and vampires? Here? In small town, middle of a cow field, nowhere USA? No, uh-huh, no way. I'm going to go pinch myself, I'll wake up, call Ally, and we will laugh about this. "Ouch!" Shit! Shitty-shit-shit-shit! This is real! I left Bill's house around two thirty this morning in a daze. He asked me to stay over, but I couldn't. Too much was playing through my mind. Chiefly, this is crazy. He is crazy and I am bat-shit crazy for listening to it. After the mini panic attack in my apartment I grab my bottle of Jack from above the fridge and sink into the lumpy couch in my den. How did this happen? How, in twenty-four hours, have I gone from living in a normal boring world, to living in one filled with all the things that go bump in the night. I take a long swig of the Jack. After the involuntary grimace as the amber liquid burns my mouth and down my throat, I set the bottle on the cheap TV tray next to the couch, lean my head back on the cushion, and close my eyes. I wait till I feel the familiar haze settle over my mind and extremities. Relaxing into the disconnect brought to me by my favorite liquor, I slowly open my eyes. Let's take this in pieces. Bill and Stephen have pointy canines occasionally in their everyday life. That is kind of like a cat, I can handle that. They cannot go into the sunlight and therefore tend to sleep during the day and work at night. They are like 3rd shift workers, that makes sense. Their bodies do not age and they will not contract any diseases. As a scientist, I find that idea amazingly intriguing! They do not eat, they drink mammalian blood. Okay, that is my limit on weird. I take a longer pull of whiskey this time around. Let's move away from the blood thing for now. The others I met today are werewolves. Shit! One more small pull from the bottle. It's going down a lot easier now. That's always my first sign of inebriation. The others have a genetic mutation that is not communicable but passed through gene lines. Alright, semantics, but I can handle that. They also can occasionally have pointy canines. Okay with me. There is no pull of the lunar cycle that forces this change on them, it is a free will choice to make by each individual. That is convenient. They are completely sentient in all forms. Good for the rest of us. They are strong in their human form, but stronger in their animal form. Jesus H. Christ! I can't do this! I guzzle the rest of the bottle in one go. Falling back on the couch, I let the empty bottle slip from my fingers to the threadbare carpet below. Watching the ceiling spin and sway, I drift into a dreamless sleep. All Creatures Ch. 04 This chapter contains adult language and graphic sex scenes between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing, then you should probably ready another story. The wonderful and talented Bert_Fegg once again gave his time to edit this story into a readable piece. I thank him for his efforts! He is awesome! ******** Chapter 4 I wake up in a haze of confusion with the sun assaulting my eyes. Both my left arm and leg are tingling from where they hung off the couch for hours. Why did I sleep in here again? As I sit up, I see the empty whiskey bottle and all the memories of last night hit me at once. I jump up, and make it to the bathroom with seconds to spare. As regret seeps into my soul, I place my cheek on the cool plastic of the seat, watching the tainted water circle out of the bowl. Somehow Gentleman Jack never seems to like me the next morning as much as I like him the night before. As I stand and the walls tilt toward me, I realize that I am actually still drunk. I stumble into my bedroom to slip back into a much deeper sleep. ------- I wake up for the last time at a quarter till two with my bladder full and my cock hard. This has been my conundrum since puberty. Do I relieve my libido at the expense of an uncomfortable bladder, or relieve my bladder at the expense of a wasted erection. After coaxing my penis down enough to aim for the toilet, I turn on the shower tap to let the water warm while I brush my teeth and attempt a quick, even shave. Once in the steam filled shower cubicle, I take a deep breath of the warm, humid air and start to feel better for the first time since my talk with Bill. We can do this. This is going to be okay. ------ By half past five that same evening, I have done everything I can to occupy my time. My laundry is clean, the carpet is vacuumed, the dishes are put away, not a do-dad is out of place in my apartment, I have eaten, twice, and I am currently pacing the apartment. After another glance at the clock shows that exactly two minutes have passed since the last time I checked, I decide I need to get out of the apartment for a walk. After a thirty minute stroll, during which I tell myself I have no destination in mind, I am standing on the porch of a familiar ante-bellum home. A short internal debate ends with my knocking twice on the large double doors. One of the doors swings in to reveal Adams, his left eyebrow raised into his hairline and a look of disgust on his face. He wears a once white wife beater with Mossy Oak cargo shorts and what I can only hope is a chili stain on his right man-boob. "Uh, Adams, how are you this evening?" Adams merely grunts in return as he turns back into the house, leaving the front door open for me to follow. Where did he learn his Southern hospitality? I roll my eyes as I follow the uncouth man inside. I find Adams in the den, ass firmly glued to the one recliner in the room, with all his attention on the TV, playing some hockey game with teams from the other side of the country. On the coffee table, beside Adams' well-worn Timberland boots, is the congealed remains of chili in an oversized bowl. "So, um, Adams, um, is Bill in?" I stumble over my words, but I am pretty sure anything I say at this point will go in one ear and out the other. "Bedroom." Well, maybe he could multi-task. Who knew? I head up the stairs toward the room we shared two nights ago. As I open the bedroom door, I know something is wrong. The room is empty and silent. The bed is made with clean sheets, different from the ones I slept on. In one last attempt to locate my new found lover, I check the bathroom as well. It too is empty. I rush down the stairs, adrenalin filling my veins as my panicked mind runs through a number of scenarios that all end with the untimely death of Bill. Bill must be frying in the gutter, kidnapped by rival packs, tortured for information on the local stock market! Did Adams really not know his employer had not made it to bed last night? What an idiot, an imbecile, an incompetent grunt of a worker! As I burst into the TV room, Adams head slowly turns toward me with his brow once more reaching into his hair line. "The other bedroom." "What?" I am exasperated and very confused. "The bedroom in the basement. No sunshine and all that." Adams meets my blank expression with one of amusement. He tosses his head back down the hall. "Second door on your left." Then he turns all his attention back to the TV. "No sun and all that. Of course" I roll my eyes once more and sigh as I head toward my new destination. After a 90 degree turn in the stair, blocking the light from the main floor, the stairway is pitch black. I pull out my phone and use the screen as a light until I am able to locate a small lamp. After turning on the lamp, the room was still dark, but I am able to make out the occupants sufficiently. The room is huge, probably the size of the entire footprint of the house. A few support pillars are in the middle, but other than that the only other walls are a sizable rectangle cut into the room in the back right hand corner. An entertainment area, complete with large TV, shelves of DVDs, and every gaming console I have ever heard of, and a few I haven't, is set up to my left near the stairs. Surrounding this area of geek heaven is a large L shaped white leather couch, fitted with recliners and fold down cup holders. Toward the back left hand side of the room I can make out a large four poster bed. It must be specially made, because I don't think even a California king is that big. In the middle of the bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows is an alabaster vision of beauty. My heart skips a beat and my mouth goes dry. Damn it, Mike! Why didn't you sleep here last night? You could have spent hours playing with that if you weren't such a damn pussy. I drift toward the bed without even noticing the movement of my feet. Sitting on the side of the bed, I reach out and touch Bill's cheek. He is slightly cooler than 'normal' but he doesn't have the waxy, inanimate feel of death that I expected. His cheeks are still slightly flushed and his lips rosy. I note his chest rising and falling with his breathing, slow but continuous. I study his form for a few more minutes before slipping off my shoes and climbing in under the covers. As I settle in next to Bill, I am surprised to feel him shift and wrap his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer to his side. I look up into stunning blue eyes. "Good morning" I whisper. Bill chuckles and pulls me into a chaste kiss. "Good evening, Beautiful. What brings you down here?" Bill's left hand lightly rubs up and down my spine, over my T-shirt, leaving a trail of heat in it's wake. "I don't really know. I just needed to see you. I didn't even plan to come, I just ended up here. Adams let me in." I feel myself falling off the edge and beginning to babble. Bill's lips on mine stop me before I could go on to explain the whole upstairs bedroom fiasco. His tongue gently traces my lips until I separate to allow him entry. At the first sign of weakening, he shifts our weights so I am on my back and he is poised over me, deepening his kiss and exploring my teeth, lips and the roof of my mouth with his tongue. While the battle of our kiss continues, his right hand begins to trace across my side, over my stomach and to the edge of my shirt. The first touch of his hand on my bare skin is electric. I can feel it behind my eyes, in the pit of my stomach, and straight through my now fully erect cock. He slides his fingers through the hair below my belly button and traces over and around my navel. My penis jumps in response and Bill smiles against my lips. "So easy to please, my young one." I'm not sure how I like the new pet name or attaching easy and sex as modifiers to my personality, but that is something to think about later. Bill's hand continues up my abdomen, pulling my shirt with it and exposing my hot skin to the damp chill of the basement room. His fingers flit over my now hard nipples eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that he pulls from me. Gently, Bill undresses me, removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in only a pair of dark green briefs. My penis is straining against the material, with the head peaking out of the elastic waist. Bill settles directly over me and continues his oral assault as his hands roam over my now exposed body. He touches behind my ears, my neck, my nipples, the inside creases of my elbows, the backs of my knees. He shows me erogenous zones I didn't even know exist with his slow massage of my body. As Bill's mouth begins to follow the trail first blazed by his hands, I am free to pant and catch my breath. When his tongue traces the junction between my right thigh and groin, my eyes pop open, my balls pull up, my hips jerk forward, and I let out a feral moan. Bill quickly pulls back, severing all contact and successfully delaying the imminent orgasm. My moan this time is one of frustration. Why? What evil is this man playing now? "Please" I whimper at the ceiling. "Trust me, Beautiful." Bill's tongue returns to its ministrations. Completely ignoring my weeping cock, his concentration is now focused on the perineum. His tongue is held rigid as he licks me from my anus to my balls, in one long, slow stroke. This has my knees like jelly and my legs flopped, butterfly style, to either side of my body. With each pass of his tongue over my sphincter, I attempt to raise my hips into him, craving a little more stimulation. With the sound of a pop from the lid to a bottle of lube next to my head, Bill shifts his weight and his tongue travels up my balls and finally begins the ascent toward the head of my red, engorged dick. As his wet mouth settles over the head, two fingers covered in cold lubricant push past the sphincter to enter my body. I sigh in satisfaction at the sensation of being filled and possessed by a man I have come to trust so completely. The ability to let go of all my stress and relax into the dual stimulation of Bill's cool wet mouth sliding slowly over my cock, and the deep but equally slow penetration of his fingers has me lost in oblivion. It is not enough to push me over the edge, but just enough so that I am completely unaware of anything except the feeling of sparks dancing along my spine to the rhythm of Bill's fingers filling my ass and the gentle suction of Bill's mouth on my cock. Once Bill has me in a state where a whimper escapes with every thrust of his hand, Bill slightly adjusts the shape of his fingers and the angle of his entry. As his two fingers roll firmly over my prostate on the first sweep in, my eyes dilate and I emit a long high pitched sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. He doesn't speed up on either my cock or the penetration of my ass, but now, every pass in and out, includes a firm stimulation of my prostate, causing waves of pleasure, originating deep in my groin, to radiate out and flash behind my eyes. As this continues, my body tenses and I have the strong desire to flip over and fuck something, Bill, my hand, hell, the pillow would do at this point. I just need release. But Bill's weight has my hips pinned to the bed. I know I am now at his mercy. He continues his slow assault, pulling me toward the edge. All my conscious thoughts are now concentrated over a six square inch area of my body. Nothing else exists. All the feeling consolidates behind my balls and moves toward the base of my cock, resulting in a release like I have never experienced, I pump all my cum out of my shaft in great bursts of semen. I close my eyes and enjoy the depth of peace and calm that only comes after release. As I slowly open my eyes, I see Bill with a satisfied smile resting his head on my thigh. "Thank you, you were right." I whisper lamely. Bill grins, kisses the tip of my flaccid penis and hops out of bed. "No happy ending for you?" I ask. "No time right now love, I'll get mine tonight." Bill winks at me as enters the closed off room on the other side of the basement. I follow Bill over to investigate this new area of the house and find a gorgeous bathroom. The entire room is floored in a dark grey slate that continues about four and a half feet up the wall. A huge white Jacuzzi tub dominates one corner, big enough to accommodate at least three grown men. A walk in shower covers the other corner, with a large waterfall shower head from the middle of the stall in the ceiling and additional wall mounted shower heads aimed into the center. One side of the room had another door way that leads into an enormous walk-in closet. More clothes than I have owned in my entire life were neatly hung in the room. Everything from casual shorts to designer suits in a range of colors. The collection of shoes themselves must have cost more than my wardrobe. Hell, more than everything I owned together probably. Bill slipped past me, fresh from a very quick shower to grab a clean pair of jeans that tightly clung to his damp skin, and a sky blue, V-neck, short sleeve T-shirt. After slipping on a pair of sneakers, he gave me a quick kiss. "Why don't you clean up and meet me upstairs? The others will be here soon. We need to finalize our plan today and I want your input. Tonight is the attack" Right. Werewolves. I give Bill a wary smile and turn to hop in the shower. All Creatures Ch. 05 This chapter contains adult language and light bondage between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing, I suggest skipping this story. As always, I would like to thank the best editor in the universe. Bert_Fegg, you are awesome! Also, a big thank you to everyone who is reading, rating, commenting and/or favoriting this story. It makes my day to pop in and see what you think. Only one more chapter to go after this one, hope you enjoy it! ********* Chapter 5 Bill sat at the head of the long formal dining table with Stephen on his right hand side. At his suggestion, I sank into the chair to his right, slumping forward in an attempt to make myself small and unobtrusive. Three other men, including Jim and Sean, and two women sat arranged around the remainder of the table. After everyone settles in their seat, Bill thumps a manila envelope on the wood top and slides it toward the middle of the table. "That packet includes the current CAD drawing of the internal layout of the facility, surveillance pictures of what we are up against, and all the known information we have on the occupants. For that last, there wasn't much out there. The leader of the rivals appears to be George Williams. I have run into him before, he is a rough man with a chip on his shoulder. Joined the armed forces out of high school, did well as an enlisted man, tried to become a marine, but was dishonorably discharged before completing the program. I'm not sure he lasted a month. There is a little more detail about him and a few of his cronies, but other than that, we are blind. We didn't have enough time to gather more intel." Bill glances my way with a mildly obscene grin that eases my tension while he gives the others time to rifle through the contents of the collected data. "Why the fuck do we need to know who is a high school drop out? Let's just go in there and fuck some shit up." Sean grumbles as he glances at the information before him. Bill patiently answers, in spite of the tone in the younger man voice. "Yes, we could just go in there and 'fuck some shit up'. Your pack is strong, you would triumph and they would leave. You need this information because we want as many of your wolves coming home tomorrow as possible." After a Bill is satisfied that Sean is paying attention, he continues. "Stephen and I have worked out a plan, but we picked you five to help fill out the teams. You know your pack better than we do. Jenna and Sean, you are with me on the main attack force. We are entering through the loading bay here. Jim, you are with Stephen in a rear attack that will hit after ours. There is a balcony entry that leads into the loft area they are using as sleeping quarters that you will be able to reach with a bit of creative jumping. Libby, you are leading a small clean-up crew. You will remain outside the building and ensure no one tries to sneak around back of us or runs away. John, you will work with Mike to set up a trauma center. You will also be in charge of everyone that can't fight." At the mention of my name, I bolt upright in my seat. I'm involved in this? What the hell do I know about werewolf trauma care? We so did not have a werewolf section in school. My heart rate begins to accelerate and my breathing becomes progressively shallower until Bill places his hand on my shoulder. The cool weight of his hand reassures me and my brain settles into planning mode. "John, be sure to assign someone to watch the pups, but have everyone else who is available ready to help when we get back. This will not be an easy fight. Mike, make a list of everything you need and have it ready in two hours. Also get together with John and decide how to best use your resources. He is a trained trauma nurse and EMT, I think you will work well together. I have a safe house of sorts in a small storage facility. That is where you will set up and where the young will stay during the fight." Bill turns his attention back to the werewolves in the room, currently pouring over the layout designs together. "Jenna, Libby, and Jim, you have thirty minutes to pick your teams. Meet Stephen and me in the kitchen when you are ready to start planning. We will meet the rest of the pack at the safe house in two hours" With that, they left the room, with Sean in tow, to make calls and get the pack organized. ----- The safe house is in a storage facility right outside of town. The concrete floors and beige windowless cinderblock walls are cold and leave an empty feeling in my stomach. I can't imagine staying here while Bill could be in danger. I estimate the size of the building to be about the same as two basketball courts. John and I organize medications, bandages, and suturing material into easy to get locations throughout the facility. Mats are placed in rows to one side, chairs are set up on another, and other provisions, food and water and such, are piled on shelves along the back wall. We organize triage areas that are color coded black, red, yellow, and green. Black is for those we can do nothing for, I feel the familiar heavy weight of dread fill the pit of my stomach as I consider the souls who may end up in that section. The red section is positioned on the mats in the middle of the room and is for those who will die in minutes without treatment. Yellow is also on mats near the red section. The green section is for those who can survive for hours without any treatment and is set up in the chairs. John and my attention will primarily be focused on the red group in the beginning while the others under John's direction will be spread out in all the groups offering support and managing cases until John or I can get to them. We are as prepared as we can be. The teams will be rolling out at one, a little over two hours from now. My eyes scan over the crowded building. Children are playing tag between the set up chairs. Once things get busy, there is an area set aside for them with toys and sleeping mats, but for now, their parents are enjoying watching their innocent play, knowing they might not see them again. The youngest allowed to join the fight are in their late teens and early twenties. They are all grouped together near the provisions, punching each other's shoulders and laughing loudly. Sean is in the middle of this group. There are also a few older wolves, sitting quietly in the kid's area, contemplating the action surrounding them in the facility. Most of these will end up watching the children and helping with the triage after the battle. My eyes settle on Bill in the middle of a jovial discussion with Stephen. Both seem to be in high spirits. Apparently battles are good for the psyche of my vampire. As his gaze meets mine, he thumps Stephen's back and heads my way. When he reaches me, he slides his arms around my waist, pulling my hips flush with his own and leaned down to lick the lobe of my ear. "I think we have done all we can for now, would you like to accompany me home for an hour or so?" Bill is slowly grinding his hips into my jeans, so with a soft sigh I respond "And however shall we occupy our time, Mr. Davey?" "I'll think of something, Dr. Harvey." Bill's grin promises a very wicked two hours. ------ As Bill backs up the stairs in his home, his mouth firmly attaches to mine. His hands lightly caress my hips in an effort to guide me safely up into his room. At the top of the steps, he allows his hands to begin roaming over my body, gliding under my T-shirt to caress the smooth, hairless skin of my abdomen. As we reach his bedroom door, the shirt has been discarded two feet back and my belt is being pulled through the loops of my jeans. When we enter the bedroom, a memory has me stepping back from Bill's embrace. "Um, wait, hold on a sec." Crap, this man turns my head into mush. I decide it will be easier to show Bill what I am after rather than try to articulate it at this point. I drop to my knees by the bed and grab the pile of magazines I found the other day. Finding what I am looking for doesn't take long. I have been thinking about that picture often since I first found it. I drop the magazine opened to page forty-nine on the bed, facing Bill. I look at him with a slight flush rising over my exposed chest while I anxiously wait for his reaction. Bill studies the picture for a split second then glances at me before returning his attention to the picture. A content smile slowly spreads over his face. "You would like to try that?" "Yes" I whisper. Oh please, please, let him say it's okay. "And were you hoping to be the brunette or the cute little blond in this situation of ours?" Bill moves the magazine to the side table and returns his attention to me as he runs his lips along my neck. The simple action has my dick swollen and pushing uncomfortably against the seams of my pants. As I reach to adjust myself, Bill's hands catch mine. "Uh-uh. Answer my question, Mike." "The blond" my voice sounds ten miles away to me, I am so focused on Bill's touch. "Turn around and put your hands on the bed." Bill's voice is soft but still commanding. I comply without thought, feeling the chill of the room air as I listen to Bill's footsteps retreat across the room. I hear the opening of a drawer and the sound of Bill rummaging through its contents in search of something. The air conditioner blows a soft breeze of cool air across my naked back sending a wave of shivers over my body and my cock still aches as it presses at an awkward angle into the denim. Finally, Bill returns behind me and reaches around me to arrange various objects in front of me on the bed. Leaving the objects there, Bill kneels behind me and begins to run his hands along the sides of my ribs, over my lower back and around to caress my stomach before ascending toward my chest to concentrate some attention on my nipples. The light touch causes the hairs on my body to stand on end and I moan softly in appreciation. During his slow ministrations, I study the objects placed in front of me. There are two pairs of black leather cuffs arranged in a neat row, about three inches wide with several silver D rings worked into the leather. The material has a dull shine and the way it falls gently on the bed, I can tell they will be as soft as a second skin. The cuffs are fastened by two silver buckles attached to two stiffer, one inch thick, pieces of leather wrapped around each cuff. Next to the cuffs, is a thick black butt plug with an oddly shaped smooth protrusion on one end. Armed with the basics of anatomy, any gay man could probably figure out exactly where that protrusion is going to hit. Next to the plug is a smooth metal pill shaped object, about two and a half inches long and a little less than one inch in diameter. The metal is a deep black shiny material that I find very beautiful. Above all this is a thin black riding crop, but where there would normally be a looped strip of leather, there is a soft filamentous material of bright pink, that I would normally associate with stuffed animals, not tools of torture. While studying the riding crop, I feel Bill's hands catch on the top button of my jeans. It takes me a few seconds to realize I am the one making the long, deep groan that fills the silent bedroom. Bill slowly pulls down my jeans, nipping along the exposed area through my briefs and following each bite with a soothing brush of his lips to ease the slight sting. Once I am left standing at the end of the bed in only my white briefs, the weight of my upper body still leaning on my hands placed on the mattress of the bed, Bill stands back up, dragging his hands from upper thighs, over my groin, along my belly, and then back to my hips. "Get in the middle of the bed, face up, legs spread." Hopping on the bed, I crawl over the toys to settle in the pillows at the head of the bed. I watch Bill grab a bottle of lube from the side table, glance once more at the open magazine, then climb in bed, settling between my spread thighs. Bill immediately eases my briefs off my hips, slowly pulling them down till my trapped cock springs free and slaps my abdomen. Stripping the briefs off the rest of the way and throwing them to the floor, Bill lets his eyes roam over me, exposed on top of his comforter. He eases my upper body up and removes all the pillows from behind me except for one before allowing me to slip back supine. He places another smaller pillow under my hips then discards the rest on the floor with my briefs. With two of the cuffs in his hand, Bill began to trace kisses in a trail starting from my thighs and leading to the junction of my shoulder and neck. As Bill reaches my neck, my eyes close involuntarily and I release a large sigh of approval, not realizing that Bill's hands have moved until he has both my arms positioned above my head. He carefully fastens a cuff to each wrist then fastens the cuffs together, wrists crossed with my left wrist behind my right, with a clip through two of the D rings, and finally ties the left cuff to a small ring hidden in the middle of the headboard. With the slack in the rope, I am able to comfortably place my hands on the bed behind me, but I do not have much more range of motion than that. A few experimental tugs tells me the knots aren't going to slip, the cuffs are well secured, and the leather is soft enough that it isn't going to chafe my skin. I return my attention back to Bill as he licks his was down my shoulder and over my underarm, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind. The breeze from the air conditioning unit quickly cools the trail, leaving my arm tingling. As Bill places a hand under my knees to pull them up, he looks at me with a serious gaze. Hands stilling, waiting until I give him my full attention. "Will you let me bite you?" Like before? Fuck yeah! That was awesome! Just as I am about to give an enthusiastic consent, I remember that this world is not the same as I have thought it was for the previous twenty-six years of my life and I pause to consider the request. I study Bill and note the guarded hope in his eyes. "Will it change me?" "No, but our saliva has a mild analgesic and euphoric effect. I would have to purposely envenomate you to change you." I can visibly see his hope growing, his eyes become wider and somehow brighter. "Okay" My voice isn't even a whisper, but Bill hears. He grins and falls between my legs to smash his lips to mine. His kiss is the type that inspires great authors and painters to produce their works. My breath catches and my hands pull on their restraints in a futile effort to grab onto him to steady my world. Bill sits back and resumes gently pulling my knees up so they are pointed toward the ceiling with my heels positioned close to my ass. As Bill brings the last two cuffs into view, I realize these cuffs are not the same as the first two. These each have two cuffs joined together by an intricately tooled strip of leather about three inches long. The larger cuff straps high on my thigh while the smaller one straps to my ankle. Thus my mobility is reduced greatly while not actually being tied to anything else. I have a brief moment of panic when I realize that I now am completely unable to defend myself and I am at Bill's mercy. However, as I watch the care Bill takes to secure my second leg, I accept that I trust this man I have only recently met more than I trust anyone else in the world. "Are you okay? Do you want safe words or anything? Red for stop, yellow for slow?" I smile at the concern in Bill's voice. "I'm fine." Bill rubs his hand over my leather covered ankles and slowly kisses, licks, and nips his way up my leg. The combination of mild sting from the nips followed by pleasant tingle from the licks and gentle kisses drives all thought out of my head. I only concentrate on the sensations in my legs. Pain and pleasure. Bill eventually works his way up both legs and begins to give the same treatment to my perineum and around my anal sphincter. As Bill begins to suck and nip at my tight bud, my eyes roll back into my head. The pleasure he is giving me far outshines what anyone has ever been able to achieve with rimming me. The pain and pleasure mix to feel like sunlight, warm and gentle, deep within my groin, slowly spreading throughout my body. Just when I reach the point I want to scream with the pleasure, I feel one of Bills cool hands spreading cold lube on my penis, my balls and down into my ass. The contrast in temperature makes me gasp and brings me back into the present. I watch as Bill sits back and smears more of the lube onto the butt plug. He looks at me with a lecherous gaze. "Deep breath in and let it out slowly." The plug didn't look that thick but as I comply with his instructions and he begins to push in, I feel the pressure slowly building without the expected release of entry. Fuck me, Is he putting the thing in sidewise? Just as this thought enters my mind, I feel my sphincter give and the plug plunge in a few inches. A growl is ripped from my chest as the familiar burn steals all thoughts. "Oh, gods." As my breathing begins to return to normal and the sharp burn dulls to a mild ache, I notice Bill staring at my face as he slowly rubs my hips and stomach. One of his hands reaches down and slowly pushes the remainder of the plug in. As the thin section before the base slides to my sphincter, I sigh in relief. The plug is actually very comfortable once it is in, providing a full feeling without the discomfort of a constant stretching on my sphincter muscle. I smile at Bill and take a deep breath in. This causes a chain of muscle movements in my abdomen and pelvis that rotates the plug just slightly toward my stomach and causes the protrusion to massage my prostate. It was gentle enough to be very, very nice but not overwhelming. "Very good, keep up the nice deep breaths." Bill encourages me as he picks up the riding crop. Placing the soft end up near my right ear, he slowly tickles his way around my neck and over my chest to my left nipple. The sensation is pleasant, causing the hairs on my chest to stand erect once more. After two slow rotations around the hardened nipple, Bill pulls the crop back and snaps the material on the sensitive tissue. The pain is sharp but short lived, causing my body to jerk at the unexpected treatment. This of course, in turn, causes the plug to make a much harder pass over my prostate. The dual sensation of sharp pain followed quickly by intense pleasure is better than I ever imagined. I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the sensation of warmth spreading from my thighs to my nipples. Bill continues his ministrations, moving the crop from nipple to nipple, with the occasional snap of the crop. By the time Bill moves his attention to my genitals, my cock is throbbing and I feel a slick pool of pre-cum forming near my bellybutton. The first snap of the crop on my tightly drawn up testicles draws a cry from my lips. The pain is sharper and longer lasting than the nipples but still unbelievably sweet. When the snap falls on the head of my penis, I am dimly aware that a long line of curses are falling from my lips. I can neither stop them, nor do I really care to spend the energy to consider what I am saying. I babble on while enjoying being lost in the new experience. After a few closely spaced snaps to my penis, Bill drops the crop and begins to gently massage the tense muscles in my chest and thighs with his strong hands while I come down from the high induced by the crop. As my breathing becomes normal, Bill places a very cold hand over my balls and cock. The temperature difference from his hand to my hot engorged penis causes me to whimper. Then his hand begins to vibrate in the most delicious way. I realize the metal pill shaped toy must be a clit vibrator. Bill slowly rubs his hand up and down my genitals, spending a little time to roll my testicles in his hand around the vibrator, before heading back up to concentrate the sensation on the lower ridge of my crown. After the seemingly hours of play, I feel my orgasm building in record speed. I begin to squirm in my restraints and attempt to push my hips harder into Bill's hand, resulting in Bill slapping my hip with one hand before holding me still. He continues his slow massage for a minute more before I am overwhelmed. I yelped as I feel as if my very essence is being ripped from my body through my shaft. Rope after rope of white cum coats my stomach. All Creatures Ch. 05 Bill removes the vibrator and carefully pulls out the butt plug. I shudder at the empty feeling left behind and relax into the bedding with post-orgasmic bliss. Bill positions his body above mine, most of his weight supported on his elbows and knees, as he licks and kisses my neck. His cock is hard and hot, rubbing against my soft, sensitive organ. Bill reaches down and positions the head of his cock at my opening as he pushes forward. I am still so relaxed, that there is no resistance. Feeling full again is a relief and causes me to throw my head back and gasp. Bill quickly sets a hard pace and continues to lick my neck. I feel my own cock hardening into a semi-erection against Bill's stomach as he takes me at a grueling pace, pounding his hips against mine. When Bill's two teeth first slide into my skin, there is a moment of sharp pain, but just as with the crop, the pain is quickly followed by a warm feeling, whose tendrils spread from my neck and quickly cover my body. It feels as if my mind is floating but my body can feel every detail, from the mild scratch of the sheets, to the breeze on my skin from Bill's movements. The most prevalent is the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the walls of my rectum. The sensation is like nothing I have ever felt and has me rock hard again in seconds. As Bill continues to feed at my neck, I knew this is not going to last long. His pace is still continuing to increase and I feel myself being pulled closer to the edge. Just when I think I can't handle anymore, Bill releases my neck and began to lick the two small remaining holes. As he does, his grip on my hips tightens and he pulled me hard into his body and cums deep into me, filling me with his cum, and successfully pushes me over the edge as well. After two orgasms, closer together than any human should fairly have them, I am completely sated. My limbs feel heavy and my body completely relaxed. Bill buries his head in my neck for a minute before slowly rising off me. He carefully removes the cuffs from my thighs and gently stretches my knees back and forth to prevent any cramping before he removes the cuffs from my ankles. After that is accomplished, he unties my hands from the headboard, pulling my arms down over my chest where he removes the wrist cuffs and massages where the leather has left very light pink indentations. Then he grabs all the toys and heads to the bathroom, returning with only a washcloth. He cleans the sweat and cum from my body before using the same cloth to quickly wipe himself down. "That took longer than I expected, we should probably go soon." His voice is soft out of respect for my relaxed state. I smile at Bill, before nodding and accepting his help to pull me into a sitting position. It was time to get busy. All Creatures Ch. 06 I hope you enjoy the conclusion to All Creatures. It was a lot of fun to work on and I never would have had the courage to put it out there without the support and help of my editor, Bert_Fegg. B, you are awesome, and you cannot possibly know how much you helped me! Also a big thank you to all y'all who took the time to read, comment, favorite, and/or rate this story. The support for this story was beyond my expectation and I loved reading every comment. To everyone who responded with advice, I did read them all and I am trying to employ them in my next story. Expect a release date of around 2020 for that one. ;) Thanks Again! ******** Chapter 6 When we returned to the safe house, the teams were already grouped together. Stephen stood with Jim, Sean, Jenna, and Libby in the back corner finalizing the plans. As we approached the group, they split up, leaving only Stephen to greet us. "Impeccable timing. We head out in five minutes" He gave us a knowing grin as he too headed off to join his team. "Be careful and come back." I glanced at Bill with worry etching my face. He grinned as he turned to face me. "You do care." His tone is teasing, contrasting with the passion in his next kiss. His whisper brushes against my lips, "It is not me you should be spending your time fretting over. Stephen and I will be just fine. It is the others who may not make it back." His voice is serious as he gazes around the room taking in the faces of those going into battle with him. After a quick moment of contemplation, he turns his attention back to me. "See you in a bit, Love." I receive a quick peck on the top of my head and he strolls off toward the others. I join John at the back of the safe house, where he has an easy view of the loading dock and can still see the children asleep in their designated corner. Hopping up on a wooden crate that previously housed the sleeping mats, I watch Bill as he exits the building, leading his group out to the waiting vehicles. I stick my thumb in my mouth and began nibbling on the corner of my nail, a nervous habit that I thought I dropped in high school. "You love him." John's statement has me pulling my hand out of my mouth and staring at the man next to me. Love? Surely not! I care for him. I care for him a lot, and I would drop anything if I could help him. I only care for him. That's all. Crap! Who am I kidding. "I'm just worried about them all." I sigh as I ignore the comment, not able to cope with verbalizing my feelings at this time. "It's okay to love him. Stephen and Bill, they are good peoples. Most blood suckers, I wouldn't trust with the life of my pet rock. But those two, they have compassion. I don't think they have become jaded like the rest." "How old is Bill?" "Dunno. Just speculating, that's all." "What can you tell me about vampires?" "Well, not much I guess. They have some virus that infects all their cells. Takes over the whole cell cycle, the virus tells cells when to replicate, when to stop, when to die. Any mutations or replication errors are fixed by the virus. There is no cell aging, and therefore no vampire aging. The virus also infects the white blood cells. No more autoimmunity problems and they are super cells for cleaning up the body. Any foreign bodies, bacteria, other viruses, anything is cleared from the body in minutes." "Why the allergy to sunlight?" "Dunno. It is not as impressive as the movies. They don't go up in flames or anything. Just get this nasty deep burn. All the cells exposed die and it takes days to heal back up. I always assumed it was some enzyme the virus produces that is sensitive to the UV light, but I haven't heard any scientific reason." "How do they make new vampires?" My conversation with John was keeping my mind occupied while answering questions I've had since I read my first fantasy novel in middle school. "You are reaching the end of my knowledge of Vampires. You should ask Stephen about this another time. He has at least two PhD's that I know of. But as far as I know, the virus is only spread by direct contact of vampire venom to host blood. I don't know how they make the venom or anything else about that. I do know the virus only lives seconds outside the host." Sensing I was reaching the end of this conversation, I decide to mine for information on the other species of predators I recently learned exist. "What about werewolves?" "What about us?" John's eyes light up, and I know that I will be able to find out quite a bit more about this subject. "I wanna know everything! What causes it? How long do you live? What changes? Can you always shift? Do you have puppies or babies?" John chuckles and cuts me off before I can continue, "I got it, you want Werewolves 101. Let's see, lycanthropy is an autosomal recessive gene mutation. So a werewolf parent might or might not have werewolf babies, but if they pass the gene, you get a werewolf. There are five family lines in the US, mostly separated by geographical location, but these lines are beginning to mix together. Our line here in the Southeast is the Jackson line. There is minor genetic drift between each of the family lines proving that we have been around a while, but there is no written record of our beginnings." John rolls his eyes. "We are not born puppies." and continues his story: "Our first change hits around puberty. In fact it is a lot like puberty. You will start feeling the pull about the same time you notice that girls are kinda cute, er, or boys, anyway. You feel the pull but don't really do anything. Then one day you'll be having a great dream and wake up all furry. There is no amount of talking from the parents that prepares you for that!" I smile at John as I imagine him as an awkward teen wolf confused in his childhood bedroom. "Does shifting hurt?" "Changing the first few time hurts a lot, because no matter how much people tell you to relax and let it happen, you fight it. But as you get the hang of it, the change is effortless and quick." We hear a thump outside and I glance at my watch as the loading dock door rolls up. 2:30. They have been gone one and a half hours already. John is already at the entrance when I hop off the crate. The first injured is being carried in the arms of a huge shifter. The victim is shifted into his animal form and looks awful. A chunk of flesh and muscle is missing from his right shoulder and blood is dripping off his body in a steady stream as John directs him to the yellow section. As John continues to triage by the doors, I panic. I can't do this. It is first week of clinics all over again with Dr. Skivera breathing down my neck calling me a failure. They never should have let me graduate. Holy shit, I can't do this! Who thought this was a good idea? Why did I think I could be a veterinarian? Why did I agree to help these people? I am going to get someone killed! Oh fuck! My chin is jerked up as I begin to hyperventilate and all I see are beautiful clear blue eyes. "Mike, breathe buddy. You can do this. This is nothing new. A dog is a dog yeah?" Sure, a dog is a dog. I scan the room. ABC's Mike, one case at a time. I rush over to the red section. Is his airway clear? Yes. Is he breathing on his own? Yup. Is his heart beating? Yes. Is his bleeding somewhat controlled? For now. Move on to the next person. After a first pass through the ten people in the red section, I look up and see John is well on his way to having everyone stable in the yellow section, while the various people float around helping where they can. I grab a pre-packed kit of suture material, disinfectants, medication and bandaging material from a nearby cart and start back in the beginning. Two young girls meet me by my first patient. The youngest, about thirteen, has a pair of clippers. She efficiently removes all the hair from around any wounds before heading to the next in line to repeat the treatment. I then have room to disinfect and suture any lesions and set any broken bones. After finishing wrapping a clean break in the right hind limb, the older girl shoos me on as she cleans all the minor wounds and wraps clean bandaging material over those and my previously thrown sutures. In this manner, we continue to work through the night. After my last bone is set and the last suture is thrown, I finally collapse in an unoccupied chair. It is four minutes until seven. John hands me a Hardee's sausage biscuit with a pat on the back. "Nice work, Doc." After a grunt of acknowledgement I dig into the deliciously fatty meal. One loss, forty-two injured. Apparently, the other werewolves were a lot more dug in than expected. They put up a huge fight and most who went, came back with some sort of new scar. The kids were up now, sitting in the laps of their returned parents. Far removed from the rest of the wolves, in the back corner sat Sean. He looks lost, his eyes glazed over with his left arm pulled against his side in a Robert Jones bandage. I make my way to him and lean against the wall. He is quiet for about five minutes, then the dam breaks. Tears stream from his eyes. We both ignore them as he speaks. "So many hurt. They could have died. Any one of them, all of them, they could have died last night." "Yes. But these didn't. You will go on, protect your families and friends and remember the one you lost. Next time you will remember what you are feeling right now and make informed decisions about what is the best course of action. You are going to be okay, Sean." I rub the back of his neck and move away to give him privacy with his thoughts. Bill is napping far away from the entrance. As I sit next to him and place my head on his thigh, I feel his hand run through my hair. "Can I go to sleep yet?" I yawn. He leans over and places a lingering kiss near the corner of my mouth. "I have a bed downstairs, come on." He picks me up, much to my amusement and slight embarrassment, and carries me to an inconspicuous ladder near the supply stores. "Will you stay with me, Love?" Bill asks as he lay beside me on a set of clean sheets and pulls the covers over us. "Tonight?" I mumble, his question is confusing to my sleep deprived brain. "Forever." My eyes pop open. Not so sleepy any more. ----- I light the last candle on the table. It has been exactly one year since my first date with Bill, down to the hour. Days after the fight, Bill's lawyer started work to find a loophole to get me out of my contract with my prospective employers and I now am the sole veterinarian for All Creatures Wild Animal Rescue. I was very proud of my clever name, though I feel it is under appreciated. The werewolves keep me busy every day of the week, the hours are horrible, and I love every second of it. I moved in with Bill when my lease ran out a few weeks after I started the rescue. We fight like demons and then fuck like, well, like demons. I have never loved anyone as deeply as I love that man. He wants to change me but I am on the fence about that. I feel like it is natural to be born, to live, and then to die. Bill says I still will, I just get to live 'a bit longer' this way. We will see how that goes. I imagine he will end up getting his way sooner rather than later. I survey the room to make sure everything is ready as I hear the basement door creak open. I smile as strong cool arms wrap around my waist and pull me back into a solid chest. Sweet words are whispered into my ear. "I love you" I love you too.