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New Life Ch. 01

By: nightspy81



You know in these types of stories the characters are fairly predictable, the plot's pretty thin and nothing really surprises you. I know how you feel. I'm like you. Except now I'm not. I'm very, very different. It wasn't always that way though. Before it happened, before my life was changed in ways I couldn't even imagine, I was like most people – a nobody. I was just muddling through life, going nowhere fast, doing very little and generally making no mark whatsoever on society. Actually that's not true. I was going somewhere. I was going to the afterlife.

That's sort of where our story begins. I say sort of because really you should probably know a little more about me. It's all about understanding, right? Well, don't worry, this should be pretty short and sweet because the truth is, before it happened, there isn't much to tell. I was born and brought up in a pretty stable home. No daddy issues, no overbearing mum. I had two siblings, an older brother and younger sister (no, it's not one of those stories either!) and a dog (it's certainly not one of those stories!!). I know now that I should have been happy with this, that kids across the world now grow up in broken homes, or even surrounded by abuse and misery, but I wasn't. I was apparently lucky. But that's not how it felt to me. I was miserable. Not in some kind of bizarre "cry myself to sleep, cut myself to make me feel" way. No, I was nowhere near interesting enough to do those things. But I was still never really happy and I never knew why.

My days as a kid growing up were spent out kicking a ball in the park with some friends, lusting after girls and generally getting nowhere. Then I found porn and I contented myself with that for a while. We all know how it is when we find porn – we overdose on it. I remember my first time. It was on some weird cable channel that showed such exciting programmes as naked darts and a business news show where the presenter stripped to her underwear while explaining the changes on the FTSE and Dow Jones. At around 11pm, they'd show some (normally German) softcore stuff. I'd already heard about masturbation, I knew what it entailed, but had never given it a go. One night, when the house was deserted and everyone fast asleep, I gave it a go. I never looked back, and the men at Kleenex got major bonuses!

So as you can imagine, like most teenage boys I had a massive sex drive. My masturbation took over and I soon realised that maybe my drive was a bit higher than most. The problem was that eventually I wanted to give this sex stuff a try. Ok, maybe that wasn't the problem. The problem in actual fact was the fact that I was entirely average in every single way. I'm not ugly but I wasn't exactly what the girls would call a hottie either. I was a nice enough guy I thought but then the girls that age didn't want nice guys. They wanted bad guys, they wanted the type that would hit people for no reason, drink at the weekends and maybe even take drugs. I didn't like beer when I was a kid and definitely was against drugs. My last fight had been when I was 10 – a fat kid sat on me and I couldn't get up so took a bit of a beating. I decided not to fight again and, happily, never have.

When I was 15 I did have a girlfriend. Her name was Kat. She wasn't very nice. In fact, she was awful. She was cold, bitchy and generally somebody I didn't particularly like as a person. However, most days she'd make out with me and even sometimes she'd let me touch her in places I'd never been allowed to touch before. I'd get to feel her tits at least a few times a week and even now and again I'd get to touch her pussy. Now and again she'd jerk me off, although this would generally be followed by complaining about the mess I made when I came. After about 7 months I broached the subject of sex. Her reply was curt – she was saving it for someone she actually loved. Now you might think that was a killer blow to the relationship. I actually agree with you. As a 16 year old, we stayed together another 6 months until she finally did find that guy she loved. She never looked back apparently and was soon to be found sleeping with most guys in the school. Sadly that didn't include me.

And thus began my relationship with girls. They talked to me, they seemed to like me, but never seemed to want to take things any further than that. Kleenex were delighted. I wasn't cool unfortunately, and without the distractions of girls I was able to do pretty well at school. Ahh, I hear you think, here we go – he's clearly some science nerd who, in a fit of rage against the world, made some device or something to control thoughts. Sadly no. Science, or chemistry as was the class I chose to do for my exams, was the only class I actually failed in. I was more gifted in classes that required good literacy skills rather than analytical skills I'm afraid. It isn't one of those stories either.

So what kind of story is it? How did I manage to transform my life and develop the gifts that have both excited and terrified me and others? To quote my favourite proverb, 'it's always darkest before the dawn', and I first have to take you to the darkest night before we hit the light.

It was May 15th, 2002. I was 21 years old and was drunk. At that age, I was drunk quite a lot. I'd go out with my friends, hit a few bars, most nights a nightclub and try to score. Invariably I'd fail. At this stage I'd had one unfulfilling sexual experience where I'd lost my cherry. Occasionally I'd get a bit of a kiss but that was as far as it would get. I think women have a sense when it comes to desperation and I stank of it. I'm still not sure how I could afford it. I was a student doing a course I hated (those who have ever done a Business course will know what I mean) and, although I worked part-time at my local supermarket, I still had bills to pay.

On that night I had as usual lucked out with the ladies and was in a state of melancholy as I walked slowly home, having failed to flag down a taxi. The street lights guided me along the dual carriageway I had to follow to take me the long walk home. I had been thinking things over and over in my mind, how unhappy I was, how pointless my life had been and was going to continue to be when suddenly I made what turned out to be a pivotal decision. I was going to end it. Traffic still flowed fairly heavily, even at 2am as it was then. I turned, saw a lorry approaching and walked out onto the road....

My life as I knew it had ended.

My new life had begun.

I woke up and was instantly aware of the bright lights. Next I heard bleeping of machines. I could sense I was in a fairly enclosed area, but I just couldn't focus. There was a foggy feeling in my mind and it wasn't going to clear. I drifted back into sleep once more and again repeated this experience, and then again and again. Finally my eyes were able to focus and I could make out the features of the room. The door partially hidden to my left, a unit to my right with a jug of water on top. A chair sat next to it, unoccupied. A television was attached to the room in the bottom corner opposite the door. I didn't know where I was and panicked and tried to move. That's when I felt the pain for the first time and the realisation that I couldn't move at all. When the pain subsided, it dawned on me that I was in hospital. The memories of May 15th flooded back. I had lived.

Sporadically I could hear voices from the corridor as people walked by, but I couldn't make out the words. Time went along slowly as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I tried to call out but couldn't, the tube in my mouth seeing to that. I couldn't move my arms on my legs as all my limbs appeared to be in some form of cast. All I could do was wait and hope that someone, anyone, would come in and notice I was awake and explain what had happened to me. More importantly, would I ever recover? It seems strange from someone who had just tried to end it all, but the most important thing at that moment was that I'd make a full recovery. 

Finally the door opened and I was joined by a young doctor, a man in his mid-twenties most likely. He was a fairly good looking guy, about 6 foot tall, with short dark hair and a little bit of stubble. He was talking to someone about something I didn't really understand as he entered, and I quickly saw a nurse follow him into the room. She was of a similar age to me, about 21, and was quite frankly gorgeous. She had long dark hair tied up in a ponytail, and had the most striking eyes I'd seen for a long time. Her lips were simply incredible and begged to be kissed. Despite the unflattering nature of hospital uniforms these days, it was quite clear that she had a great body. Her breasts certainly filled the uniform out, and her ass just made you want to reach out and squeeze it. Her appearance in the room distracted me fully and I forgot all about making them aware of my now conscious state. I had stopped listening to them talk, my attentions fully on this perfect creature when suddenly something was said that sparked me out of my reverie.

"God I wish I could fuck her silly".

It was the doctor. My eyes darted to him, but he was simply smiling away as the nurse talked about another patient.

"I wish those lips were around my cock".

I heard the words but couldn't see his lips move. Why was the nurse still talking? Why wasn't she outraged at what he was saying? Why wasn't she reacting? My eyes glanced from person to person, trying to make sense of it all. I looked at her and thought to myself "you should really be offended by this". Suddenly she stopped talking. Her demeanour changed. She became immediately aggressive, although it made no sense given the conversation that had been going on. After a few heated words that made little sense to me, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The doctor stood there dumbfounded before following her out.

I lay back in the bed utterly confused by what had just occurred. It hadn't made any sense whatsoever. Moments later I heard voices approaching and once more the doctor and nurse entered my room. She was apologising profusely, apparently having no idea why she reacted the way she did. The doctor, although clearly confused, accepted. What was strange was that it wasn't that I could sense his confusion, but I could actually feel it. It's difficult to explain but his confusion was almost transmitting itself to me. The nurse clearly appeared quite distraught by the turn of events and, as often happens when a beautiful lady is upset, I did the male thing of simply thinking 'he should just forgive her and forget about it'. Suddenly the feeling of confusion was gone from the room and he seemed to completely ignore what had just happened. I lay dumbstruck in my bed. It was almost as if they were reacting to my thoughts....

Almost immediately the doctor seemed to remember that I was in fact in the room and still required treatment. For some reason, and I'm still not sure why to this day, I made a decision to play dumb and not give away my new conscious state. My eyes closed and I tried not to give things away. I have no idea why I made this decision. I like to think it was due to my confusion as to what had just happened. Maybe it was my fear that I'd have to explain what had happened to get me to this hospital room. Maybe a combination of both. But I didn't react to him, and for that I'm eternally grateful.

I could hear him moving next to me and scribbling something down on some paper, no doubt readings from the various machines in the room. Then a new feeling hit me. At first I couldn't quite place what it was. It took over all my senses, it seemed to be everywhere. Then I realised what it was – it was arousal. It was desire. It was a sexual need. I opened my eyes briefly, looked at the doctor and found he was fully engrossed in the checks he was completing regarding my health. He didn't appear to be thinking about anything else, certainly nothing sexual. I was confused, unsure if perhaps I had been mistaken about what had happened earlier and started to scold myself for thinking such ridiculous thoughts. 

I quickly glanced at the nurse and I realised that perhaps I wasn't so mistaken. She was staring at the doctor with an intensity that no woman had ever looked at me with. The lust wasn't coming from the doctor, it was coming from her. I could feel how aroused she was, how desperate she was to be touched by him. I could hear her thoughts; hear how she wanted him to touch her, to hold her, to make love to her. I simply stared at her, her eyes only for the handsome doctor to my right. I may as well have not been there.

"Jenny, I...." the doctor broke off as he turned to the nurse, seeing her eyes locked on him. She quickly looked away, embarrassed. The doctor seemed to mumble something barely audible. I simply lay there looking at them both, thinking how I was unable to move, unable to talk, unable to get involved.... And that's the exact moment my life changed. That's when I realised that I could get involved. This was my first proper experiment, and it worked perfectly.

I thought one simple thought, and directed it at Nurse Jenny. Seduce him. The effect was immediate. Her entire posture relaxed. Her full beautiful lips curled into the slightest smile and her eyes sparkled with naughty intent. She bit her lip gently while looking at the slightly puzzled doctor, and then slowly walked over to him, her hips gently swaying, a seductress at work.

"Dr Jones.....John....." she whispered, "I hope you won't hold that little misunderstanding against me will you? I hope there's some way we can forget all about this?"

Dr Jones seemed genuinely puzzled by this turn of events, and after a moment it struck me why. I'd told him to forget about it and he clearly had no memory of what this misunderstanding was. As he struggled to comprehend what she was talking about, Jenny moved closer, impossibly close to the handsome young doctor and put her hand on his chest, running it gently down to his midriff.

"Can you think of any ways that I can make it up to you?" she purred.

I had Dr Jones down as a confident young man, a man who no doubt was good with the ladies and would have no problems seducing naive young nurses like Jenny. Apparently I was wrong. As she touched his chest Dr Jones turned bright red and nearly fell over in an attempt to move away from the young seductress. He knocked over the water jug, which splashed some of its contents over me might I add, and seemed desperate to try to run as fast as he could from the sexy little nurse.

"Ooh be careful John, you might hurt yourself....and you seem to have got a little water on your scrubs. Let me get that for you."

With those words the nurse dropped to her knees and reached out to touch the thighs of the good doctor, rubbing her hands back and forwards over the wet marks on his pants. However, her eyes weren't on the marks, they were locked on to his, her eyes suggesting all kinds of mischief. Dr Jones still tried to back away from the young nurse and this improbable situation, but only succeeded in trapping himself into the corner of the room. He had nowhere to go, and the look of panic on his face meant he knew it. I watched on astounded not only by his reluctance to be seduced by this perfect young nurse, but also by the fact that my thoughts had made this happen. 

I considered what else I should do. I desperately wanted to see what control I had over both of them and knew that there was a good chance that I could make the doctor play along, but something about this situation was both entertaining and exciting. The sense of arousal from the girl was overwhelming and in truth made me incredibly horny, even in my condition. Despite my limbs not working, I glanced down and saw that my arousal had taken its natural course, and my erection was clearly visible through the sheets. A sense of relief flooded through me that at least that part of me was still operational!

"Look, Nurse....Jenny....I can't....this isn't right....please stop." mumbled the poor doctor, who was getting more and more distressed as the seconds wore on. Jenny had moved her hands perilously close to what was clearly a semi-aroused cock inside Dr Jones' scrubs and she was licking her lips in desire as she got closer to her most sought after prize. Her hands finally made the short hop upwards and she ran her fingers over his hardening cock, groaning loudly with lust as she finally touched it. Dr Jones almost shrieked as he touched his manhood and, with fear in his eyes, pushed the horny nurse over and flew out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him just as the nurse had minutes earlier in entirely different circumstances. The room was immediately filled with an air of disappointment, but this time I couldn't be sure if it was from Nurse Jenny or from me.

She sat on the floor for a minute or two, her chest heaving under her uniform, her arousal not subsiding. She had needed him and it was clear to see that her failure had frustrated her. I looked on, curious as to how the young nurse would react to what had gone on. She looked so sexy, so desirable, and I couldn't believe that Dr Jones had turned down the opportunity to enjoy such a sensational woman. I know I certainly wouldn't have turned her down. She slowly pulled herself to her feet. She sighed loudly then headed towards the door, glancing back at me as she walked.

"Don't go" I thought, and she immediately stopped. I didn't have a plan, I didn't have a clue what to do if she stayed, but I knew I wanted the sexy nurse to stay in my room. She turned around and looked at me, my eyes fastening shut as she turned so she wouldn't notice the fact that I was awake. I heard a gasp and suddenly I remembered my own arousal and the tent that it had created in my sheets. I flicked an eye open and saw her attention fully drawn to my erect cock and didn't know what to do. I could hear her mind working, hear how she was thinking that she should go tell someone about this, but she didn't leave. My order had seen to that. There was also something more....her arousal. It hadn't subsided. She still wanted to seduce the doctor. She was still incredibly horny. I could sense it, feel it. I couldn't resist.

It was a simple instruction that started it all. "Touch it". She didn't hesitate. I could hear in her mind that she thought it was wrong, that she knew it was unprofessional. But she still stepped towards the bed and ran her fingers over the hard cock protruding from the sheets. She slid the covers down (my eyes again closing briefly so she wouldn't see my awake condition) and smiled playfully as my cock, which had slid out of the gap in my pyjama bottoms, became fully visible to her. Her hand grasped it, pumping it softly, gently, beautifully. I wanted to moan, groan, call out, but I somehow remained quiet. I didn't want to give the game away. I could hear in her thoughts that this was something she had always fantasised about, and I was shocked to hear that she had sometimes masturbated about it. How could I ruin such a magical moment for her?

I simply relaxed back and enjoyed her administrations. Her eyes were riveted to my cock, with the occasional glance up at the door when she heard noise in the corridor. She seemed fascinated with my hard shaft, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of my erect member. She was talented, and on another day I could have let her stroke it all day long. But power does strange things to men, and leaves us wanting more. And I certainly wanted more. I could see her soft full lips curled into a little smile and I thought what the good doctor had thought no more than 10 minutes beforehand – I wish those lips were around my cock, I wish she would give me a blow job. And so it was, my wish was her command. Like the sexiest genie in the world, she slid her lips over my cock and began to pop it in and out of her mouth. It was sensational. It was incredible. It was the most erotic experience of my life without a shadow of a doubt. I could feel her tongue sliding over the sensitive area of the head and it was wonderful. Her hand continued to pump as she sucked and licked and slurped at my engorged cock, her lips sliding further and further down my shaft with every movement.


New Life Ch. 01-02



Chapter 1

Now I know if you haven't seen one in person you have heard about them. Hypnotists that have a show where they get people up on stage and hypnotize them and make them do foolish things like act like a chicken, fall in love with a chair and the like. 

It was one of these shows that led me to my new life. It was about a year ago and I was with a group of friends. For my 28th birthday they decided to see if they could have a little fun at my expense. The show was at a comedy club and it was a Wednesday night. There were not many people in the audience and when the hypnotist asked for volunteers my friends all volunteered me. I didn't want to do it but they said since they were paying I owed it to them. 

I joined three others on stage. Two women and another man. I didn't think he was going to be able to hypnotize me. I am sure he had a lot of resistance from people to being hypnotized. When he got up on stage he said that he had been doing this for 30 years. He did look on the older side and as I learned later he was 57. He had each of us site in some chairs on stage, asked us to put our hands on our knees and relax. As we sat there he asked the audience to be very quite as he put us under. He returned his focus to us. He asked us to start to relax starting with our feet then legs and so on. All the while counting back from 20 and talking in a very calm voice. I don't know if he actually got back to zero as at about 11 I was completely under. 

From watching the video tape he had us doing all sorts of wild things for about an hour. I was a ballerina, a frog, Michael Jackson (sang one god awful rendition of Thriller), I was a five year old who wet his pants and taught everyone how to properly take a shower. He had everyone on stage doing similar things.

I didn't remember doing any of it and only watched it later on a disk of the show that we were each given. Before he brought us out of our hypnosis he whispered something in each of our ears. He told the audience that it was a post hypnotic suggestion for the end of the show. He seemed to take twice as long giving me my suggestion and with good reason he gave me two of them.

After we woke up he had us sit back in the audience for the last little bit of the show. My friends were yucking it up and telling me what a fool I had been but I didn't believe them. That is until the hypnotist, Fred, started telling us a story. Every time he said Julie I stood up and yelled "Oh my that feels good!" The others that were hypnotized said similar things when their trigger words were said. 

Everyone was having a good time but I was beginning to be upset every time anyone said Julie I would stand up and yell "Oh my that feels good!" Fred, the hypnotist said that each of us that were hypnotized would only do that until 10pm and then would not be affected by the trigger. That left about half an hour from when the show ended. We went to our regular bar where the drinks were cheaper and my friends kept saying Julie. Only after it stopped working at 10 did they stop saying it. I was very happy and at about 11:30 we all headed for home, after all this was a work night and we all had jobs to go to. Well I was unemployed but the rest of them had jobs.

When I got home I went straight for my computer. I turned it on and dialed a number. The number was the other post hypnotic suggestion that Fred had left for me. He answered the phone by saying hello Julie it is nice to hear from you so early. I paused for a minute and said "Oh that sounds nice to hear you call me Julie." I thought that was weird but Fred replied by giving me a web address and after I had said it was loaded he then told me to sleep. 

He told me that I would spend all of the next week at my computer looking at the website and listening to the music. That when I slept I would dream of being a woman named Julie. He would contact me next week and when he did he would open a new world for me. He told me to tell my friends that I was busy with a promising job prospect and that I had a lot of things to do to get ready for it. I would go shopping the next day and purchase foods and that all I would eat for the next week was vegetables and a few other items such as nuts and would only be drinking water.

The following week was a blur. The website had pictures on it. Some of them just landscapes, some sex. There were movies and moving colors. The music was elevator type music and after a few seconds of listening I would forget that it was on. I started to dream about being Julie. I would work as Julie, dress as Julie. I had I liked the attention that people gave to Julie in my dreams. She was nice and everyone seemed to want to spend time with her. She had a lot of dates but never did anything more than kiss in them. I was blowing off my friends phone calls telling them that I was getting ready for an important job interview.

At the end of the week Fred called again. I couldn't believe it had been a week. It seemed just like a day or two at the most. I didn't know this but the website that he had me looking at was changing my thoughts and in effect brainwashing me. The music had inaudible words that were being picked up by my subconscious. All in all I was being changed from a person that thought like a man to one that thought like a woman.

He told me that I would feel completely comfortable telling him everything he wanted to know even if I may think it was strange and would normally make me uncomfortable. 

He talked for a while telling me all sorts of things about his life. He talked about how he did the hypnosis for fun and that he was actually a very wealthy man who was board by life. He told me how he liked transsexuals and that it was fun for him to find young men that would make good looking girls and help them find them self. He told me how he could easily spot men who would be happy as women even though they may not realize it and I was such a man.

As he went on he asked me if I had ever tried on women's cloths. I told him that when I was 12 or 13 I would put on my mom's stockings and underwear when my parents where out of the house and I was alone. I liked the way that they felt next to my skin. The first time I had ever come I was in my mom's stockings and underwear and loved the feeling. As I got older I had decided that I shouldn't do it and had not since that time. 

We talked about having sex and how many times I had had it. I told him that I was 21 my first time and I had paid a prostitute for the experience. I maybe had sex 10 times total in my life and that I was never comfortable as with the exception of the prostitute as the women always seemed to want me to lead I never felt comfortable being in charge.

He asked me if I thought I would make a pretty woman. I told him that I didn't think so. I was 5' 11", weighed about 210lbs, didn't have a woman's build and had a beard. He pointed out that even though I was not fat I had pretty big boobs for a guy. I told him that I always had noticeable boobs which had always made me feel self conscious about them but as I go older I got used to them and didn't think much of it. That is unless it was cold out and my nipples became raw from being erect. I also looked young for my age. At bars I always got carded and a lot of people told me that I looked like I was 16 or 17 even with the beard. I just chalked it up to being a late bloomer. He told me that tall woman are admired and that with larger breasts for a man I had a chance of having really large natural boobs as a woman. I actually had a head start on most men who became women. For some reason that made me feel good.

He asked me if I looked at porn before this last week. This last week I didn't remember seeing any porn. Anyway I told him almost every day. When Fred asked me what type I liked I told him that I liked women with large breasts. I also liked pictures of BDSM, urination, shemales, nude body builders (both men and women) and group sex. The next question Fred asked me shocked me almost as much as the answer that I gave him. He asked me if when looking at these pictures I ever fantasized about being the woman. My answer was, without hesitation, "all of the time." He asked me if I had ever considered that what I was really thinking when I was looking at porn was I wish I was a woman. I sat silent for some time. When I spoke I told him that I really did and had always kept my distance from men because I didn't really know how to act or what people would say. I told him that I really wish I had been able to explore other men's cocks.

Fred told me that many people had the same type of feeling and most were too scared to live out their fantasies. He told me to go do bed and dream about what being Julie and having sex all of the time as a woman would be like. He told me to set my alarm for 9am. When I woke up the next morning I should go to my door and pick up the boxes sitting outside of it. 

I slept wonderfully that night. When my alarm rang I felt so alive. I rushed to the door, not caring that I was buck naked. There in front of the door were several large boxes and a couple small ones. On each box was the name Julie slut and a number. I had just finished bringing in the boxes when the phone rang. It was Fred. He told me to sleep again and I went back into a state of hypnosis. He talked for a while and then started to ask me questions.

Did I have a good night sleep? 

Yes, I replied, it was wonderful. 

Did you enjoy being Julie in your dreams? 

Oh yes she was such a lot of fun and I can't believe how free she was with her body and what she did. 

So you had sex? 

The whole night, I didn't even know she was capable of doing the things that she did. 

What did she do?

She would fuck anyone. She swallowed cum, had golden showers and had showers of cum from multiple men. Had sex in adult book stores, had sex for cash, gave head in public. She never seemed to stop having sex. Men tied her up, used their body as they pleased. She never had to make a decision just do as the men said. It got better and better. Oh what fun I had.

Fred then sounded very serious as he asked me. 

Do you wish you were Julie all of the time? 

Could I? I mean it was so much fun.

Fred told me that it was all a mater of choice. That if I wanted to be Julie all I had to do is tell him that I wanted to be Julie. I really didn't have a chance to say no at this point. With the previous week's preparation all I wanted to be was a girl and have sex all of the time. He told me that once I had made a choice to be Julie I could never go back to being Bill. I would have to move as my friends probably would not understand and it would take years to become the woman of my dreams.

He asked me if I was ready for my new life. I didn't even think about it. I told him YES!

Fred said that he would call me Julie and when he did 3 things would happen. First I would become her. I would think about sex all of the time and do anything to get it. Two, I would be unable to act on my urges without his permission until I was a woman and that it would be 12-24 months of changes before that would happen. Three, I would do anything that he told me to.

Chapter 2

Julie.

Yes?

Fred explained that every box needed to be opened in order. Box 1 was the smallest of the boxes. You could tell that there small items in it as it rattle like a box filled with pills. Indeed it was and more. Fred told me that I would be taking hormone replacement therapy. This consisted of pills, patches, creams and injections. I would start by opening up the red bottle and taking two of the pills. He had me take this box straight to the kitchen an arrange all of the contents into a cabinet and fridge. 

Next Fred told me to open the second box. This box had things like Nair, moisturizers, creams, shampoos and the like. After opening the box Fred asked me if Julie had hair below her neck. I said no she was hairless. Fred asked me what I was waiting for, to go clean up my body and call him back. Before I had a chance to hang up Fred said that my ass should be happy when I get done. I didn't know what he meant until I emptied the box. At the bottom was a butt plug and a note that read "Julie can't get enough in her ass can she?" I had trouble putting the plug in as I was in such a hurry.

The shower was great and I finished by soaking in a lavender bath. I felt great. My ass felt great I was happy. When I got out of the bath I called Fred. He didn't seem to care that it took me hours to do all of this. He was interested to hear my experiences and see how I felt. He asked if I was hair free. I said yes. He asked if women wear men's cloths I answered of course not.

He instructed me to go into my bedroom and throw out all of my cloths. I did thinking all of the while how I could ever have been comfortable in them. When I finished throwing out my old clothes Fred had me open up box 3. I was expecting more but all that was in this box was a set of pink sheets and blankets, a wig, some thong underwear, a pair of 3" high heel shoes and an ipod. Fred told me to turn on the ipod and not to stop listening to it except for in the shower. Change the bed, put on the heels and wig which I was not to take off except to bath and sleep and when someone was at the door answer it and have fun. 

Answer the door? That was strange but I did as I was told. The ipod had some type of soft elevator music on it like I had been listening to before. I made the bed and then I heard someone at the door. I opened it and an older man walked in. He must have been about 50, 5' 9" and about 250lbs with hair all over. I couldn't believe my luck. I dropped to my knees even before he closed the door and was trying to get his pants off. He smiled and said slow down slut. I stopped and put a sad puppy face one and started to plead with him. He laughed and said get in the bedroom. I led him to the room where he told me to get on all fours on the bed. I rushed over and did as I was told. 

The man walked over, I still don't know his name. He said "that's a good little slut." "Do you want me to fuck you little whore?" I started to beg him. He smiled and started to rub my ass which I enthusiastically pushed back into his hand. He then removed the plug which felt strange. I had almost for got about it and now that it was gone I felt empty. I told him to fill me up and started to beg. He stripped and then leaned down and spit on my little butt hole. It felt dirty and I started to think that something was wrong about this but then he shoved his cock right in. The pain distracted me and then all I could think of was how sexy I felt. I had to have him in me and no mater the pain I loved it.

He played with my boobs, what there was of them. He fondled my cock a little which felt strange. Put is fingers in my mouth and pulled back on my head which was uncomfortable but hot as hell. He was getting faster with his strokes and I could tell he was going to cum. I was not ready for the experience of him shooting me full of cum. It felt like it went all the way up to my stomach. He collapsed on top of me which forced me to the bed. I thought we were done when he started getting up but instead he told me to follow him. I did right into the bathroom. He instructed me to get into the bathtub. When we were both in the tub, me on my knees and him standing in from of me he told me to clean his cock. He didn't have to ask twice. I should have thought that this was sick since it was just in my ass but I loved it. It was soft and was so tasty. 

After a minute of my cleaning he told me to take off the ipod and the wig. I was confused for a moment but he said we are in the shower and you can not wear them in here. I remember Fred saying no ipod or wig in the shower so I took them off. When they were removed he told me to open my mouth, shut my eyes and swallow everything that I could. I didn't realize what was coming until it hit me. I tried as best as I could to swallow everything but didn't do a very good job. Most ran down my body leaving me covered in his piss. I think he was happy with my effort as when he told me to open my eyes he had a big smile on his face. 

He told me to put the plug back in, continue to listen to the ipod and get to bed and remember how much fun it was being a whore. He then took a shower, got dressed and left.

Covered in piss I did what he said. I couldn't have been happier.

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with my hands fondling my breasts. . .



New Life Ch. 01



I had experienced blow jobs before, but nothing like this one. Jenny was talented. Her hand moved with her lips, pumping and twisting to manipulate my shaft as her lips and tongue teased the head. I knew I couldn't last much longer, not with this beauty tormenting me. Any frustration I might have felt about my useless limbs were forgotten as my one working limb was the centre of my universe. With every moment I moved closer and closer, the sexy nurse moaning down my shaft, creating the sexiest spectacle I'd ever seen. The dodgy German softcore porn had nothing on this. Her hand moved away and after a deep breath she forced the entire length of my cock into her mouth and throat. It was incredible. I had seen deep throating in my dirty movies but never experienced it before. It was so good but far too much for me to take. My body tensed and my balls tightened, and wave after wave of cum erupted from my cock into her throat. She pulled back, gagging slightly, but still trying to keep my cock in her mouth, my cum dribbling down her chin as it finally subsided.

She popped it out her mouth and smiled contentedly, seemingly happy at a job well done. Her tongue poked out and cleaned her lips and chin and she smacked her lips in satisfaction. She reached over and grabbed some tissues from a drawer and cleaned us both up, stuffing my now flaccid cock back in my pants. She hopped off the bed and walked towards the door before stopping, a confused look on her face. I looked at her, wondering what was happening before the realisation dawned on me – I had told her she couldn't go. She was still under that order. I immediately transmitted the thought that she was now allowed to leave the room, adding that she no longer needed to seduce the doctor from before. I didn't want her doing something silly that would get her into trouble. She opened the door and almost skipped out, a happy smile back on her face.

I lay on the bed deep in thought. What the hell was going on? The blissful post-orgasm feeling hadn't lasted long. My thoughts whirled into various connotations of the events of the last 15 minutes. I had controlled people with my thoughts. How was that possible? Was it permanent? These combined with concern for my physical wellbeing. Were they linked? Would I be ok? I drifted back into sleep with worry and confusion being my only companions.



New Life Ch. 02



You know the saying, 'with great power comes great responsibility'? In my experience, that's not really true. They should change it to 'with great power comes fear, terror and a massive need to change underwear immediately!' Trust me on this, if ever you get into a position where you have the power and ability to influence people's lives on a massive scale, and not in a 'have-a-go hero' way, but in a conscious,' I-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way', then you'll know exactly what I mean. These are the feelings I had in the immediate aftermath of my encounter with Dr Jones and Nurse Jenny. Somehow I had managed to influence their decisions just by my thoughts. I had made them act on my commands. I had made a seemingly normal young woman perform oral sex on a patient.

It didn't make any sense. None of this did. I had done something stupid. I had tried to take my own life which, like most things I tried in life, was a completely failure. It left me lying in a hospital bed, my arms and legs in casts, my movement pretty much limited and with the biggest worry of my fairly limited life. I know what you're thinking – dear God man, it's everyone's dream come true – but the reality was that it was terrifying. My life was now entirely uncertain and I had no idea what the hell was going to happen to me. In the minutes and hours that followed after Jenny left the room I was meant to be unconscious in, I fretted over and over as to what had happened to me. On occasion I'd get excited, picturing myself as some kind of superhero who could use my powers to fight crime. I think we've all had that dream, right? But then the reality hit me – I'm not nearly brave enough to do that. Anyway, would the government really let a mind reader run about? Plus I don't look good in spandex.

As the day turned into night, my new found conscious state was discovered by the nursing staff, despite my best efforts. I didn't want them to discover me. I wanted to pretend this wasn't happening. But discover me they did, a handful of nurses fussing over me. This might seem hard to believe, but I tried to keep their thoughts out my head, but it was impossible. I'd be successful to an extent, but then words would keep slipping out, thoughts, feelings, emotions. I didn't know how to stop it and very quickly I was learning their innermost thoughts. Selma, the older nurse on shift, completely despised Jackie, a younger, brasher colleague. Jon, the only male nurse I saw, thought I was cute. My thoughts? How stereotypical – a male nurse being gay.

Finally a doctor came in to see me. I knew it was bad news before he even spoke, and that was without my new found powers. I was in bad shape. Really bad shape. Not only were my arms and legs broken, but damage had been done to my spine too. They weren't entirely sure how serious it was, but there was a good chance I might not walk again. He went into details, discussing physiotherapy and other treatments, but the truth is I wasn't listening. I don't think anyone would when hearing such horrible news. It was the only time the voices were quiet, because the only voices screaming in my head were my own. Any dreams I might have carried were over. I'd be a burden to everyone in my life. What had I done?

The hours turned to days in that hospital bed, my injuries starting to heal. My powers were still there, the voices and emotions of those around me still clear to me. I did everything I could to drown them out. I asked for a radio and turned it up loud. I read. I watched TV. Nothing worked. I started to concentrate hard on stopping them, but success was limited. I didn't want to hear anymore. After a few days a new doctor came in to see me. I knew what kind of doctor he was. He was a psychiatrist. I guess I had been expecting it, since after all I had tried to commit suicide. He asked questions and scribbled away on a pad. Little did he know that I knew what he was writing, and what he was writing didn't bode well for me. Apparently I was agitated and in need of some anti-psychotics. That was the first time since the incident with Jenny that I used my powers. When the doctor left, his sheet declared that I was of sound mental health and no follow ups were required.

A couple of days later saw the return of Nurse Jenny. Apparently she had been on leave for a few days and didn't know I had woken up in the immediate hours after she had performed oral sex on me. As she entered my room, she had turned a little pink in the cheeks, clearly embarrassed by what she had done. My eyes followed her around the room, her eyes never meeting mine. My mind was in hers though, and I knew what she was thinking. She was worried I had been awake. She was worried that I would say something. Her thoughts drifted to her sick mother, and what she would do if for money if she was fired. Now whatever people might say I am, I'm not a bad guy. There was no way I'd tell anyone about what happened, even if she wasn't an incredibly beautiful woman. I wouldn't want anyone to get fired for doing something like that, and I felt a need to make her feel more relaxed. I knew I could do it with my mind, so I send out a simple message:

"There's no way he could know I performed oral sex on him."

She visibly relaxed immediately. Her incredible smile returned to her face and my heart simply melted away. For the first time, she turned to me, beaming, and asked how I was feeling. We chatted for a short time, and it struck me that Nurse Jenny was not just a gorgeous woman but an incredibly friendly person too, full of warmth that made her perfect for her job. It was actually disappointing when she finished what she had to do and go to the next patient, such was the pleasure of her company, but I didn't do anything to stop her leaving such as I had done that previous night. Anyway, she had told me that she would be back in through the night as she was on the nightshift and that if I wasn't asleep maybe she could have a longer chat next time. I smiled, already looking forward to it, and watched her leave, her tight ass looking incredible despite the unattractive uniform she wore.

I lay in bed desperately trying to fight off sleep for the next few hours, wanting to stay awake for Jenny. My mind constantly drifted back to that first night, of the skill and quality of the blow job Jenny had given to me, albeit with a helping thought or two from me. I knew she had enjoyed it too, that it had fulfilled a fantasy for her. I couldn't help but wonder if she would be willing to take it any further. Did she actually like me? I knew it was unlikely, probably impossible, but the thought drove me through the hours. It also had the obvious effect on me. My cock had become stiff as a pole and the sheets tented over my shaft. To my embarrassment, this was the moment that Nurse Jenny returned.

This wasn't the first time I'd been found with a hard on. Far from it in fact. Various people have walked in when I've been spouting one, from all the members of my immediate family including my mother and sister, to classmates at University and even complete strangers. I was a normal guy with a vivid imagination so it was only to be expected that sometimes I'd be aroused when other people were around. The difference between then and now was that normally I'd be able to cover up and hide my obvious erection. This time I couldn't. I couldn't move, let alone readjust my cock to save both Jenny and I the embarrassment of acknowledging my erection.

She was breezy at first, even asking how her favourite patient was. She smiled at me, I sheepishly grinned back like a fool, and then her eyes locked on to it. Silence. Awkwardness. I closed my eyes, wishing I could be swallowed up into a big hole, but alas that wasn't possible either. I opened my eyes again a few seconds later and Jenny was still looking at the tent in the covers, and once more I became aware of a strong sense of arousal in the room. Again, it was coming from Jenny, but this time it was for me. I couldn't help myself and reached out to her mind, listening to her thoughts, violating her mind. She was remembering the other day. She was remembering how it was exactly like this, my cock standing to attention, how she did something she'd never thought she'd do and pulled it out, stroked it, sucked it. She was lost in the haze of memory. I had to say something.

"Umm....sorry about that...." I mumbled, and it snapped her from her haze.

"Oh," she said, turning crimson, "that's...umm...that's ok...it happens I guess....."

Her words drifted off as her eyes once more locked on to my erection. She turned away, scolding herself inwardly, and I could hear her telling herself off, telling herself to be professional about these things, and there was no way this could be another repeat of the other night. Then she thought something that nearly made me pass out. She thought six very simple words.

"Even though I want it to."

I tried to say something but couldn't. Jenny didn't say anything, didn't look around. She was hoping it would go down and the awkward situation I had put us in would disappear. But all I could think about was that she wanted to do it. She wanted to touch my cock again, to suck me. For a guy of limited sexual experience, this was incredibly arousing and there was no way my erection would disappear, possibly never again!

I guess it was inevitable, but it wasn't planned in advance. Honestly, I had no intention of it prior to that very moment, but when the thought popped into my head I knew there would be only one outcome. I sent out a thought to her to come sit on my bed. Within two seconds she had sat down beside me, her hip brushing against my side. I could smell her perfume, I could see the swell of her breasts, but I could sense she was uncomfortable with being so close to me, conflicting thoughts racing through her mind. In an instant they were gone. She was to relax. She was to do what came naturally. I told her it was ok for her to seduce a patient, and that I was the perfect candidate.

"Is that uncomfortable?"

She was glancing down at my straining member. The truth was it was uncomfortable and it had been for quite some time, but as I was I was unable to do anything about it. She frowned at my nod in response, a gentle hmm escaping from her lips. She nodded, apparently having made up her mind what she was going to do, although we both knew that decision had already been made. She hopped up and slid the sheet down off the bed, exposing my body, casts and all. My cock was still trapped in my pyjamas, and with a quick movement she slid it out the slit of my pants and my cock stood tall in the cool air conditioned night.

"Better?"

I sighed in response. It was better. Much better. Only now that my cock was free from its confines did I appreciate how uncomfortable it had become.

"Yes, thank you" I offered as a reply.

She looked down once more at my throbbing member. I followed her eyes, and my first thought was that I had never seen it look so hard. I don't know if it was Jenny or the situation that was turning me on so, but I suspected it was probably both. It was safe to say Jenny was the hottest girl to ever look at my cock. She still looked troubled.

"That still can't be comfortable though, can it?" she asked. "I mean, I guess normally when it's like....well...like that...you'd do something about it, right? I mean, you'd give yourself some relief to make it go away?"

I nodded once more. At 21, I didn't often openly admit to masturbating, certainly not to gorgeous girls, but it just seemed right to admit it to Jenny. I watched her face, trying now to block out her thoughts as I wanted it to be new to me. I succeeded to a degree, and that was enough to keep a little mystery involved. She was biting her lip, trying to look like she was deep in thought, but only encouraging my cock to get harder still.

"Well....I guess," She glanced at the door, "I guess since you can't then it would be helpful to you if someone else could take care of it? I mean, in the truest sense of patient care a member of the nursing team should really make you as comfortable as possible, right?"

I tried to say something, but I couldn't. Again I nodded dumbly. This is why I was useless with girls. I just couldn't talk to them, and was terrible at closing the deal. Luckily with Jenny, I didn't need to say anything to close the deal. Actually, luck had nothing to do with it, but you know what I mean.

She smiled happily as I nodded, and without hesitation reached over and grasped my cock with her delicate fingers. She slid her hand back and forth, feeling the weight of it, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth with her fingers. I knew she was thinking about the time before, how she had stroked my cock similarly before sucking it deeply into her mouth. I let my mind listen to her thoughts, and I heard her confirm to herself that she'd do the same again, and that she'd make me cum with her little mouth.

Just as she leant over to take my cock into her mouth, something inside me clicked. I could control her thoughts. As much as her blow jobs were out of this world, I could have so much more. I felt her warm breath on my cock as the moral implications quickly ran through my mind and as the warm wetness of her mouth engulfed the head of my cock, my decision was made.

"You should just have sex with him. I'm sure he'd like that."

The message was sent. The moral implications could be worried about later. Jenny gave my throbbing cock a quick kiss then sat back up.

"You know, I'm not great at doing that with my mouth." She said, lying terribly. "Maybe it would be better for you if I just....well....if I were to just put it in me? Like....have sex? If that's ok with you of course?"

She smiled hopefully at me, her eyes wide in anticipation. She was desperate for me to say yes. My smile was just as wide, but for entirely different reasons. It was the slightest of nods, but it made Jenny happier than I suspect she had ever been in her life.

She stood up off the bed and slid off the trousers of her uniform, then quickly her panties. They were pink, small and utterly perfect, as were the legs that were finally shown off to me. She made a move to climb on top of me, but I uttered a non-verbal protest. She looked confused for a moment before she realised that it wasn't that I didn't want sex, but I just wanted her to take off the ugly uniform she had on, which had limited my view of her body. She smiled, winked, and undid the buttons down the front. She turned around, sliding the top off and her incredible ass came into view. It was perfectly formed, small and round. As I admired her shapely ass, she unhooked her bra and let if fall off. Slowly she turned around, a naughty smile on her face, and let her hands fall from her breasts. I was speechless. To say her body was perfect wouldn't do it justice. She had a figure that women would die for. She was thin but with all the right kind of curves. Her breasts sat high on her chest, most likely a D cup, with hard little nubs as nipples. Her pussy was fully shaved, pink and looked delicious. Most importantly, it was clearly wet.

"Happy now?" she smiled, giggling the most delightful giggle.

My voice had long deserted me, and she didn't wait for an answer. She climbed on top of my prone body, taking care to avoid my injured limbs. I looked down and saw her take my cock in her hand, give it a few strokes and then position it at the entrance of her pussy. My entire sexual history flashed through my mind, which admittedly didn't take long, and I was clear in my mind that this was the most arousing sight I had ever had. The beautiful nurse with the perfect body was straddling me and about to take my cock into her tight wet snatch. I thanked every god I could think of and groaned loudly as I felt the head slide inside her.

She moaned gently as she slid down my cock, taking inch after inch inside her. I wasn't massive or anything, but at seven inches was large enough I thought. It certainly seemed large enough for Jenny, who sank down on my swollen member with her eyes closed, her entire face and chest flushed with arousal. She sat on top of me, my cock buried inside, and after a few moments she smiled as she opened her eyes. She started to gently rock her body back and forth. It was heaven. Instinctively I tried to reach out and grab her beautiful breasts that teased me so, but alas I couldn't. I could only lean back and enjoy what this perfect creature was doing to me.

She worked my cock inside her, her tight pussy milking my cock as she began to slide up and down it. I could see she was enjoying it, her eyes alternating between being tightly closed and locked on mine. Whimpers and moans would fleetingly escape from her lips, mutterings of ineligible words joining the sounds of my cock sliding back and forward from her soaked pussy. The gentle administrations had gone, and with every moment she was more aggressive, working my cock harder and harder. Occasionally I would feel jolts of pain from my broken body, but then the pleasure would overwhelm me once again. She rode my cock expertly, one of her own hands reaching up and touching the breasts I had longed to touch myself, pulling on her nipples.

"Cum with me" she moaned.

I knew she was close, and I was close too. Very, very close in fact. I tried to hold on, tried to cum with her, but I knew I couldn't last any longer. I moaned out as my cock exploded inside her, wave after wave of cum pouring out of me into her velvet pussy. She moaned as she felt me swell and explode inside her, and it triggered her own orgasm. Her pussy spasmed on my cock, and she collapsed on top of me, spent, the only movement the heaving of our chests and the continued spasms of our respective genitals.

After a few moments she sat up, leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.

"That was fun" she smiled. 

"It was....wow. I mean...wow. You're just...wow."

Like I said, I was never good with words around girls. She just giggled as she hopped off the bed, pulling on her uniform as she hummed happily to herself. I simply lay in my bed watching, thinking how fortunate I had become to be given the opportunity to sleep with someone so utterly perfect. Once clothed, she covered me up once more, tucking my now flaccid cock away, and once more I received a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I better go check on the other patients. I'll probably be back doing a check on you in a few hours. If you're awake I'll hang around a while."

Unfortunately I didn't stay awake. My orgasm had wiped me out and I slept soundly until morning when Jenny was off shift. My disappointment quickly subsided as I thought of the possibilities that were now presented to me. Jenny would be my nurse for a while. I thought of the other nurses, the other women in the hospital and beyond. If ever there was a reason to get better, this was it.

They say with great power comes great responsibility. That morning, my thoughts were that with great power comes great opportunity.



New Life Ch. 02



*****So here is my second go around. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks so much to LiterKnight for being my editor, and all your imput. *******







"Oh shit." Anya thought. Way to make friends, insult the pack alpha. Not knowing what to say next, Anya did what anyone who put their foot in their mouths would do. She just stood there with her mouth open, not knowing what to say next. 

"Good thing for you I'm not one of those Alphas that gets upset when a human speaks out of turn." he said.

Squaring her shoulders, she looked up at him and said, "Anya. My name is Anya. I don't like being referred to as 'a human', or 'the human'."

"Well Anya, let's get you to the pack doctor. We just want to make sure no bones are broken."

"Thank you, but I'm good. I don't like doctors, and unless I'm dying or in desperate need, I try to avoid them at all cost." She said walking out the gym.

In a blink of an eye, Daniel was in front of her nostrils flaring. Taking deep breaths he says, "You will see the pack doctor and let him make sure you are ok."

"Ok Goliath. I mean you no disrespect in your own home, but NO one tells me what I will and will not do. Especially some over grown beast of a man that I just met thirty minutes ago!"

Anya watch as his light brown eyes turn a glowing amber. He goes to take a step towards her, and is quickly cut off by Davian who puts a hand on Daniel's chest to keep him from getting any closer to her.

"Well ok if, if you feel you do not see the doctor, than that will be fine. Luna why don't you and Gregg take Anya to your room to get cleaned up. Dinner will be served soon." Divan said.

"Yes Alpha." Both Luna and Gregg say with a bow of their heads. Luna grabs Anya's hand and lead her back up the stairs, Gregg just a few short steps behind.

The walk back up to her room was a silent one. Until the silence was getting to me s little much for Anya.

"I'm really sorry Luna. I really did not mean to be any trouble. I really hope I didn't get you in any trouble."

"Anya you didn't get me into any trouble. And you definitely aren't in any trouble. You handled yourself very well. Well aside from the way you talked to the Alpha. Other than that, you stood up for yourself, way to go." Luna said.

"Not to mention knocking Daniel on his back. That I would love to see over and over again. As a matter of fact, I will catch up with you ladies at dinner." With that being said, Gregg walked away in a different direction.

Looking at Luna she asked, "What is that about?"

Luna couldn't help laugh and smile, "I think he's going to the security room to fetch the video."

With a giggle and a sigh they headed the rest of the way to Luna's room. They went into the closet to retrieve Anya's clothes so she could change.

"Hey Luna, what's up with the male half of your closet?"

That cought het Luna off guard. Pushing Anya out her closet Luna took a shaky breath, "Nothing. It's just a few items, nothing worth talking about."

"The whole right side of your closet is full of mens clothes, and that's a pretty large right side."

"Um." Pause. "Well." Pause. "Um."

"You said that already. I thought we were best friends. I don't keep things from you. What's going on Luna? I wasn't aware you had a boyfriend, a 'live in' boyfriend at that." Anya was really hurt.

"I don't have a live in boyfriend. I-"

"Fine if you don't want to tell me the truth. What ever. I'll get dress and you can have someone drop me off."

Not bothering to look at her, with clothes in hand Anya storm off into the bathroom to change. As she started to strip out her shorts which are being held up by her sweat. She couldn't help but to think about Daniel. Ugh was he as asshole, she thought. A sexy 6'5 Adonis, but an asshole none the less. She was beside herself with thoughts his light brown eyes. Who has eyes that light of brown? And who has abs that muscular? She could wash a weeks worth of laundry on his stomach. She turned the shower water on and waited for the water to come up to temp. She wondered if Daniel was getting washed up too. Letting the water hit his back to loosen the muscles on his back, while the rest ran down that delicious firm ass of his. What she wouldn't give to be the water running down those muscular pecs. Getting the chance to run down that hairy happy trail that she was sure lead to nothing but happiness. She was sure he knew how to love a woman in the bed. Those big hands of his rubbing up and down her body while his cock pistons in and out like a well oiled machine. She knew her panties were getting wet just thinking about the multiple orgasms he could give.

Knocking me her out of her daydream was the sound of the bathroom door opening and Luna walking in.

"The towels are in the cabinet over there." Luna said as she scented the air.

"Thanks."

"Look Anya. I'm sorry. You are my best friend and I would never intentionally want you to feel anything else. Yes those are male clothes in my closet."

"Well that I gathered." Anya said flatly. "The question was what's up with the man clothes in your closet."

Luna felt nervous. "They are Gregg's clothes."

Anya let out an inhumane screech, "No way! He's your body guard and your boyfriend. He must take 'guarding' your body real serious."

"He is not my boyfriend he is my mate." She said flatly.

"Your mate? Isn't that one of those 'love at first sight' things." Luna nodded her head. "Don't weres mate for life?" She nodded again. "And don't weres live for like a half a million years, or some freakishly long time?"

"'Freakishly' long? Is that how you feel about me, you think I'm a freak?"

Oh man Anya wondered if that hurt her feelings? "Luna I-"

Smiling she says, "I'm just kidding. I know you have a wicked sense of humor when it comes to were. I also know it's held with no ill intent."

Throwing a rag at her Anya continued, "He's been your bodyguard since you were in high school. You've been shacking up with your bodyguard since you were in high school? Wow, I knew weres lives a free life, but damn."

"No it was not like" Luna took a deep breath and sat on the sink. " I was what is called a force turn. A force turn is when some one is turned turned without their consent. Usually by a rogue were."

"What's a rogue were?" Anya asked

"A rogue is a werewolf that has lost all of his humanity, and given in to his beast and allow him all control. They attack and kill mostly everything. There are very few that survive an attack by a rogue. I happen to be one out of six that survived the attack by this particular rogue before he was killed.

Five years ago I wanted to go to a party that my parents didn't approve of. Me being the typical rich girl who just thought her parents were ruining her life decided to sneak out. The party was quite a long way away, but I was determine. I thought that if I stayed on sidewalks and street lights were on I would be safe. This rough didn't care. He attacked me right there on the side walk. You know in my neighborhood of the rich and powerful, no one came out to help. Sure I saw curtains swaying from people looking out the window. Sure they called 911, but no one came out to shoo the thing away. The police were already on their way to a disturbance call, the party I was on my way to. They saw me being attacked, stopped, and shot at the rogue. Not even bothering to get out of the car. They just shot at it through the car window."

Anya went over to sit next to Luna, "No wonder why you hang out with me. Rich people suck."

Giving her million dollar smile. "Yeah they sure do. It felt like it took forever for the ambulance to get there. I laid on the side walk alone cold and in pain. Wishing for death to take me, thinking that my neighbors are going to be furious at the blood on their sidewalk. Finally my world started to go black. All I could think of was, thank you. 

I woke up a week later in a hospital room. Everything was a dull metal gray. A TV was on to Tom and Jerry, but it wasn't the TV I was hearing. I heard voices on the other side of the door. Some guy asking why haven't I woken up yet, and is it normal for me to still be sleep. A woman kept saying she's fine, and to give me some time and I'll wake up. I decided that I guess I could let them know I was awake. Waving at the camera, I heard them stop talking and come into my room. The female doctor asked me how I was feeling. I remember thinking it was odd that neither one of them would come close to me. I asked where my parents were, and they told me that as soon as I'm feeling better that I'll be able to give them a call.

Noticing that all I had on was a thin spaghetti strap night shirt and barely a scratch on me, I began to freak. I demanded for my parents to be called , or me let out of the place right away. The tall guy with hazel eyes told me that I needed to calm down.

Interjecting Anya asked, "The guy with the hazel eyes, that was Gregg, huh?" 

Smiling she says, "Sure was. He came and sat on the bed next to me and explained to me what had happened and what I was now. He told me that he would do everything in his power to help me with the change, and that he would be here to take care of me. Looking into his gorgeous eyes I nodded and never looked back. 

My parents decided that it would be best if I stayed here. I don't think the country club allowed weres. 

I took the rest of that year off to learn to be a good were and good person. Letting go of the hate I felt towards the people of my neighborhood was the first thing I had to learn. I still don't like them, but I don't loath them in the way that I use to. 

I was told I was Gregg's mate when I was seventeen. It is against were laws to involve in sexual activity with a were under the age of nineteen, so we were 'very' good friends. Since I was adopted into the pack, and the alphas wife being the mayor, for extra protection Gregg was assigned as my bodyguard. I started a new school, a new life. I am much better for it now."

"So you've only been shacking up for the past year?" I ask with a giggle.

"No. I have not been 'Shacking' up for the past year. I have been mated for the past year. Which in were terms it's like were married."

"So you've been 'married' since you were nineteen? And I didn't get invited to the wedding?" Giving her a fake frown.

"There's no wedding. And unless you are an alpha, it's mostly done in private."

"Why?"

Looking a little nervous she says, "To make a long story short, it's done during sex. During climax you bite eachother."

"So your mated slash married, and your getting some? You bitch!"

Laughing Luna gets up and heads for the door. "Jealous much."

Sticking her tongue out at Luna, "No! Sex is not on my mind right now. I just want to make it through my calculus exam, so I can have the summer off."

Smirking at Anya she says, "Than what was that I smelled when I walked in here? Someone was getting aroused. What, or should I say who, were you thinking about?"

Anya's face turned a scarlet red. "I have no idea who, or what you're talking about. Now out, out so I can take a shower before all the hot water is gone."

Turning her back to Luna she takes off her bra and panties and rush into the shower before Luna could say anything else. Stepping under the shower, she hoped to wash her shame away. She knew about their super sense of smell, she didn't know arousal had a smell. She needed to make sure she kept her little fantasies to herself.

Quickly washing up, she hoped out the shower into one of the most super soft towels ever. Being rich does has some perks. After drying off she went to put back on her clothes and decide to not put back on her panties. Sweaty underwear are not comfortable on a freshly clean body. Taking one look at her bra she decide not to put that on either. Fighting Daniel gave her a bigger workout than she thought. She quickly put on her tan cargo pants, white cami, and gray mini T that read, 'If I Ruled the World'.

No one was in the bedroom when she stepped out the bathroom. She hurried to put her bra and panties in her bag right before Luna walks in the room. Gone were her work out shorts and tank top. Replaced by yellow summer dress, and wedge heels. Goddess she was gorgeous.

Looking at Luna then herself. "Does everyone here dress like you? If so I'm so under dressed."

"No you're dressed fine. I know you don't like dresses. I don't even think you own one."

"I don't."

Walking over to Anya she grabs her hand and leads her to the door. "Come on you'll fit in just fine."

Walking down the hall way Anya started to wonder who's all gonna be at the dinner. "Hey does everyone eat dinner together all the time here?"

"Well we try to. We are a pack. A family. So we do do a lot of things together as a family. There are always some out on patrol, but they'll make it to the next one. We also have pack runs. Where we all run around wild and free together in the woods."

"That sounds like fun."

"Oh it is. Running as fast as you can. The wind in your fur."

"The tongue slapping you in the eyeballs as you run."

That comment left Anya open to a punch in the arm.

"My tongue most definitely does not hit my 'eyeballs' when I run. That is just gross." Luna said.

"Ouch! Sorry! I've never seen a werewolf before aside from TV. All I haven to go on is Lucien, and his gets pretty damn close when he's runnin' full speed."

"Well as you said Lucien is a dog. I am a werewolf."

Giving her a sideways hug. "You my dear, are definitely a werewolf."

Walking side by side laughing and giggling, until they hit the kitchen and saw it stuffed full of bodies that Anya knew could go all wolf and snap her head off, she was starting to think this was not a good ideal. 

Luna squeezes her hand and said, "It's ok. Don't be afraid. Everyone can smell the fear rolling off you in waves. No one will hurt you."

Anya hesitated for just a second and heard a in her ear, "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf."

Looking up to see Daniel at her side with that smirk on his face that she wanted to slap off. He gives her a wink before he walks off to grab him a seat.

Squaring her shoulders, she walked in without an ounce of fear remaining in my body. Luna takes them to the seats that Gregg had saved for them. 

Looking around you get the nice feel of family. The kitchen has three rows of tables kids played, while moms fussed at them for running in the kitchen. Dads held on to their young like they were blessings from the Goddesses, and not some burden they got stuck with. Everyone talked and busied about like it was nothing. People were in the kitchen getting the plates together, readying them to be brought to the table. So this is what family is like, Anya thought.

Everyone stood and lowered there heads as the alpha walked in. On his side was beautiful tall brown skinned woman. She had long black hair in a braid that went all the way down to her butt. Her eyes were a mysterious shade of violet. Trailing behind her were two kids. One boy, one girl. Twins I'm sure. They couldn't be older then twelve. Both children were a split image of their parents.

Davian's voice boomed over the entire kitchen. "Sit and enjoy." Is all he said, and the kitchen sprang to life.



New Life Ch. 02



 Thank you all for continuing Neville's story with me. I appreciate your support and critiques. I'll correct an error I made with my last installment here. This series is a continuation of "Fresh Out". If you aren't familiar with the characters and you read this you'll have tons of questions that will all be answered if you read through the "Fresh Out" series. Thanks again for reading.

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It wasn't just him. There was a woman with him. Short, dark skin, round hips, and a funky purple afro. Her face looked familiar but try as I might, I couldn't put a name to it. She had tears in her eyes and I felt bad. They had to be for me and I didn't even know her name. They were holding hands. Holding each other up as they came closer. The contact between them made me uncomfortable. It must have been on my face because he laughed as he let her go and came to my bedside.

"I didn't know what to think when Chrissy wouldn't let me back in," he said as he kissed my forehead. His hand slipped behind my head and he ran his fingers along my neck. His other arm was in a cast and I reached to grab it but my hand fell short. I tried again, twice before I touched it and he pulled it away. "I caught one before it got you. Couple screws and a plate. No biggy..."

"Slow down Breeze," she said with a sniffling giggle as she took my hand. I almost pulled away but she kept talking. "Let him catch up a little. We don't even know...Just slow down."

I wanted to tell her to shut up and let him finish but I couldn't make the words. "Talk." It was the best I could do as I looked up into his eyes. Then I shift them back to her and managed to say, "Listen." 

"Well excuse me for trying to look out for my little cousin," she said with a smirk then kissed my cheek. She took my hand in both hers and kissed my palm. 

There was so much love in that touch. Too much for me not to remember her name. I stared at her long and hard, willing myself to remember. She held my gaze, almost like she knew. He knew it too, because he didn't say a word. But that didn't stop his fingers on the back of my neck. There was love in that touch too, but it was different. Distracting, and I shook my head away. I heard his chuckle but I didn't take my eyes off her. I reached up to touch her face, my heavy hand slapped her a little but she laughed and held it there. Still looking at me. Waiting.

"It's okay Magilla. It'll come back to you," she said and I sucked my teeth.

"Paris," I said, but it sounded more a curse, even on my ears.

"I told you not to call him that," he said with a smirk and rubbed his hand along my face. "So...uhhh...shot in the dark, you don't remember what happened. I'd say that's a good thing since I remember enough for both of us." His eyes welled up again and I tried to wipe his tears. That made him smile as he lean on the edge of my bed. The rails were still up, so he couldn't sit but he didn't seem that interested in letting me go, nor did Paris, which was good. After so much time alone, I needed the contact.

I'd taken him on a date, our first date. My first real date with someone whom I wanted to spend intimate time. As Breeze told of the night, the vague details he gave were quickly filled in from my memory. We'd had a great time, the best time we'd had together since we were kids, talking and laughing. Even the little hiccup of his ex-wife calling didn't put too much of a damper on the situation. He didn't allow it to, with my help of course, but that's what partners do. Sexual or not. The more he spoke, the more I remembered. I remembered taking him home, back to his place. I remembered teasing him about giving me some loving. I remembered what I planned to do to him, with him. I remembered everything.

I remembered Claude. That petty fuck. That slimy, little dicked, pervert. Gianni had filled me in on his story after our first meeting. Ugly, filthy rich, and more closeted than I had ever been. He had a taste for young men, not exactly minors but as close to them as he could get. The more damaged the better. Gianni had speculated that he himself may have been abused as a boy but that didn't excuse his disgusting perversions. Being a young runaway, Gianni had heard stories about Claude from other boys like him. It was by pure luck that Tyler found him first and took him in, else he may have turned to selling his most prized possession for survival as many of his friends had done. If not for Tyler, Gianni may have shared the fate of one those young friends of his who had found their way into Claude's grasp. If he couldn't buy a service, he'd use their drug of choice to soften their resolve. Eventually, he quit buying company and started picking up guys at bars. That's how Colin learned of him first hand but was too embarrassed to report his abuses to the authorities. Some good did come out of it though, he cleaned himself up and got a job with Tyler. He kept his secret for a couple years before a night of beer bonding at the Garrett house where he told Gianni and Tyler of how he had gone from a promising engineering student to a construction site grunt. The two matched their stories and figured Colin's Claude was the same guy responsible for the suicide of Gianni's runaway friend. Tyler tried to convince them to tell their stories, especially Colin, but neither would. Gianni had no proof and Colin was still too shaken so Claude was allowed to continue his predilections. Neither knew of his membership to He-Den until the night they saw him with Brion. Even if he wasn't my friend they would have tried to stop what they saw as inevitable.

"I was starting think I might need to change my number," Brion said, finally telling me something I didn't know. "But what would that have done. He knew where I live, where I work. It wasn't like he was threatening either. That night was the first time he even came to my place and I figured...how could I...I ain't think he'd come back like that..." The last came out in a sob and Paris got up to do what I couldn't. She held him, let him cry into her shoulder as she stroked his back. Then I remembered something else.

"You baby he...you baby he..."

"What the fuck bruh..."

"No," Paris said with a tearful giggle. "He's not talking about you. I think he's asking about Trey," she said with a questioning look at me and I nodded. Vigorously. Not trusting my words, I looked an apology to Brion and he smiled down at me. "He's with Artie but my tits is telling me he might be looking for me about now. I'm gonna tag out but I'm not leaving, I'll send the next one." She kissed me again before she said, "Hurry up and get out of this ICU so you can see how big he's getting." And again I nodded.

"I'm so sorry Nev," He said when she was gone and I shook my head so hard the oxygen tube came loose from my ears. Brion fixed it, kissed my nose. "It is. If I ain't hit him...maybe if I didn't...I didn't have to..." I stopped his stammering with my hand on his lips and I felt them spread beneath my fingertips.

"No you...he...him...not...Fuck!"

"Shhhh," He said as he ran his hand down my face and let it settle on my chest. Brion put his forehead on mine and took a long deep breath. I felt his tears on my cheeks, his lips so close all I had to do was tip my head just a little to connect. It was quick, but it was enough to settle him. "I knew it Neville. I knew you were still here. You're still here. And I'm gonna be here with you. We gonna get through this Neville. Together. Me and you. You understand what I'm saying?" He asked and I felt my jaws clench. It was genuinely involuntary. So used to people thinking I was dumb that I assumed that he thought my wits were as lost as my speech. A snarky laugh and Brion stood to dig into his back pocket. I watched as he pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper, then glanced around the room. A pen. He put both on my bedside table and pushed it over my lap. "I know you remember these."

It took me a moment to understand what he meant. What it meant. I pushed myself forward as best I could and to his credit, Brion didn't help me. His penmanship was awful, always had been. "Don't matter, long as you get my point," he told me once. And I almost always had. Now was no different.

Will you be my boyfriend

YES!!

no : (

maybe so

"I was going to give you that in the morning...and ask you to move in with me," he said quietly, but I didn't look at him and he kept talking as if he already knew my answer. "I know what you said but I can't help but think that you weren't being exactly honest with me. Safer to say it's not what you want so if it don't happen you can't be mad right? I knew it was bullshit but I let you tell it, even gave you the opportunity to correct yourself but you ain't take it. But I let you live. Believing we was just fuckin'. Trying to believe that what you feel for me is just about us being boys. Sure that's how we started but that changed a long time ago, way before I even got inside you. That last fight...before you left...you asked me how I could love her, but you stopped yourself. It was in your face though. I asked you over and over. I wanted you to tell me but you walked away. You broke my heart..."

He only stopped talking when he felt me shoving the paper at him. He must not have been looking at me because I made a huge circle around "YES!!" and scribbled out the other options. But he kept talking and I didn't trust my voice to stop him. Didn't trust that I could put together the words to say what I wanted. I had that pen though, and some paper. I figured what the hell. So I wrote, and at first it was nothing like my usual handwriting. But as the lines progressed, the letters straightened out. My spelling became less phonetic. By the time I was done filling up the bottom half of the page under his love note and the entire back side, it was almost like normal. It wasn't the script I usually wrote in but it was passable print.

"Look...talk...say..."

"You want me to read it out loud," he asked as he took up the paper and I nodded. He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes at me as he read the first line. "You always ask the dumbest questions Breeze but I love you anyway. Of course I want to be with you but do we have to call each other boyfriends? This ain't ninth grade. We grown men. We are partners. Always have been, always will be. I could never get anything past you and I knew I didn't then but I wasn't ready to give in to those feelings yet so I walked away from you. From us. I never thought we would end up here but fuck if I didn't hope. Never thought we could. Especially after how you reacted to that kiss. I admit that was kind of a fucked up way for me to spring it on you but it was easier than saying I love you. I love you. I wish I could say it now but I don't know if it will make it out. I love you. Don't ever forget it. Don't ever question it. Whether this works out or not, you have my heart bud. Always have. Always will.

I knew you were here. I felt you. I heard you. Telling me to fight. I promise I won't be punking out on you again no time soon. Not ever again. I'm in this with you. We in this together. THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT! THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT! So stop believing that shit. He deserved that punch like he deserves whatever else he gets. If you didn't, I would have and then who knows where we might be having this conversation. Glass in the middle, perhaps? Either way, what happened happened but I'm still here. You still here. We still going to be Breezy baby. It's going to be hard and I'll probably need a kick in the ass every now and then but that will be easy to give under the same roof. You can use all that book learning to get me back right again. The incentives..."

He didn't finish. The rest didn't really need to be read aloud and it was probably best that it wasn't given the many ears that passed my open door. Brion folded the letter with a smirk, his cheeks red, and put it back in his wallet.

"You a mess, you know that right?" He said with a smirk and ran his casted hand up my arm, the other was busy at my neck. I was grinning again, and I remembered doing that a lot recently on account of him. "So I guess I'll be bringing you some notepads and pens then," he asked and I tugged at his sweat pants. "Yeah, yeah those too but not until the catheter comes out..."

"And that might be a while," Chrissy said from the door. She knocked first but didn't wait to be invited in. I guessed decorum went out the window in the hospital. She came over to my bedside and Brion stepped back to give her room to fiddle with buttons on my monitor. "I'm turning your oxygen down a little. From the looks of it you might not need that too much longer. You haven't drained much off that chest tube since you've been sitting up and that's a good sign. How's the pain?"

"Little...no...up...corner..."

"Your shoulder," Brion asked and I nodded. Chrissy looked from me to him and back again. "Is it normal that he can write but his speech is all jumbled like that?"

"He can...You can write," She started to ask him, not used to me being responsive I guessed but she took a little pad out of her pocket and pen. The latter she took back when she noticed the one I already held.

I started writing immediately. "My left shoulder is killing me and my chest is kind of tight. But I don't care about any of that. What I really need is some chapstick. PLEASE! And some mouth wash." She read it all aloud and they both laughed at the last.

"I think I can swing all of that," she said and smiled before she squatted down to check my drainage line. Again she uncovered my feet and poked the bottoms, told me to wiggle my toes. I did, much easier this time than the last. "Can you lift them? One at a time." And I did that too. Maybe an inch or so but I felt triumphant and Breeze put his fist to mine for daps. "How bout those arms?" My right I raised almost all the way. It was slow but I did it. My left was a different story. I could barely get it perpendicular to my torso. The disappointment was plain on my face. "Hey now, no sad faces. There's still a bullet in there. It wasn't life threatening so the surgeons left it in the hopes that once you stabilized they could go back in for it. I'm almost positive that once it's out you'll get good range of motion back."

"I think that's the one that went through my wrist first," Brion added and shook his cast at me. "Don't worry bruh. I been looking at some occupational therapy courses online. Now that you up, I'm sure getting through them will be like me," he said with a smirk and I rolled my eye. Chrissy made a face like she didn't understand and I tried to clarify.

"Wind...cold..."

"Breeze," he said with a chuckle. "He calls me Breeze."

"Because you're cold?"

"Naw, cause he couldn't say Brion when we were little guys..."

"Thankfully his name for me didn't stick," I wrote and they both laughed.

"Nabel," he said with a laugh and shook his head. "Whatever bruh, it would have been better than what did," he added with a raised eyebrow and I sucked my teeth.

"Mac," I asked him and he smiled. 

"Yeah he's out there. I bet Paris is working the door to give us a minute." He looked at the clock. It was 4:15. "I'm gonna step out so they can come in. I promise I'm not leaving until they kick me out. Right Chrissy?"

"Every night I'm on I practically have to drag him away," She said with a smirk as she scribbled into my chart. When he was gone, she looked at me and smiled. But something about the way she put the chart down made me think what she might say wasn't good news. "You know it's great you can write but you can't rely on that to communicate. I know it's frustrating but you have to push yourself to work it out because clearly it's not a lack of understanding. Just some crossed wires. I may look sweet but I can be a bitch when I see my patients being lazy. I'll be with you 'til eleven tonight. Then I'll be back tomorrow and the next day 11 to midnight, off for two days after that, and when I get back I'll be taking that pad."

I scribbled hard and fast. "I don't like you," but I smiled and she laughed.

"Oh well tough cookies mister," she said with a shrug and I rolled my eyes. "You're doing great though Neville. You're strong and you got a lot of support, just don't let them be a crutch. Deal," she said and stuck out her hand. I took it and we shook. "Good grip too," she said as she left me.

I wasn't alone for long though. Mac and Margie were rounding the corner, Chrissy greeted them as she passed and Margie grabbed her in a big hug. I waved when they saw me and Margie nearly broke down. Mac held her up but he didn't seem too happy about. "Woman what you acting up for," he said as he deposited her into the chair, shaking his head. "I swear she ain't cry this much the whole time you been in here. Now all of a sudden she act like you came back from the dead..."

"Dun yuh fool wit such things Byron MacIntosh," Margie said as she looked daggers at him. "Might well be fah he. Yuh done know..."

"Miss...trouble...," Even as I spoke it, I knew it wasn't coming out right and I shook my head, picked up the pen. "Why you stay with him Margie if he give you so much trouble?" The smirk on my face implied the joke my written words couldn't and they laughed.

"Cause she like a rude boi, don't you baby," Mac said mimicking her island twang and she sucked her teeth. But she didn't deny it and that was enough for Mac to say, "Yeah, yeah that's what I thought."

They stayed with me for about an hour or so, bickering mostly, but I didn't mind. Margie made me talk more, even took my pen away. My words were still jumbled but they were coming out easier. Mac filled in the rest of what happened that night, the part that Brion left out. After dumping five bullets from his .38 revolver at Brion and I, Claude kept the last one for himself. Pinned beneath me, he probably thought Brion was dead but he pushed himself out from under me just in time to witness Claude eat his gun. His neighbor called the police at the sound of the shots and helped Brion call his father. He was so shocked that he hadn't even realized he was shot until the EMT told him. The story made the papers, and the news, effectively outing Brion to the world. And as the media spun our story towards scandal, given Claude's status as an upstanding humanitarian, his victims spoke up to clarify his story. Even Colin gave an interview.

"There was a lot of 'it was only a matter of time' and 'if I stepped up sooner maybe this wouldn't have happened'. But you can't fault none of those boys for being tight lipped about what he'd done. I'm just thankful he took care of himself, cause he damn sure wasn't making no trial," Mac said and Margie gave a "humph" of agreement. I didn't doubt either of them. "Little good came out of it. Couple sneaker companies signed on to sponsor the gym and that idiot son of mine got to realize that not too many of them parents could give a shit about who he loves. More than I can say for yours..."

"Byron!"

"What, you think the boy don't realize? He wake up and the first faces he see is Breeze, Paris, and ours. He ain't get shot in the head and he ain't no idiot," Mac said, a little too loud and I couldn't help the smirk on my face. "And before you even ask, no they ain't here. Oh they came and that high siddity bitch of his got herself escorted off the premises after she started hollering and carrying on about the nurses doing the devil's work. Talking about you and my son were being punished for being "ungodly". I tell you what my ungodly son saved her life, cause I damn near choked her. Ain't been back since."

"I think I heard that," I wrote and Margie shook her head, with tears in her eyes. I reached for her and she took my hand as I wrote a little more. "That's par for the course Margie. I can't be somebody I'm not to please people who don't give a fuck about me. She never loved me. I'm not even sure if she loves my father but that's not my problem anymore. Sure it hurts but not as much as living a lie does so I'll get over it."




New Life Ch. 02



"But you deserve better..."

"I have better. And when I get out of here, I'm going to try my damnedest to find my mother's family. With or without his help. Don't frown for me...I...I'm...be...I'll...fine okay be." I spoke the last and that made her smile. She kissed my forehead and hugged my neck.

"That you will be baybe," she said and patted my cheek. "Come now Byron, let he bredren come fuh he. The Italian is getting restless..."

"Of course all she care about is the Italian," said Mac with rolled eyes and I chuckled. "Aight boy, get some rest. We'll be back to sit with you tomorrow or the next day. We love you son."

"Love...later...I you see..."

"Don't worry young fella I hear you loud and clear," He said and kissed his fingers, then slapped my forehead with them. Mac hadn't done that to me in years and it made me smile. It was more affection than my father showed me.

Sure I got a hug every now and then. Maybe an "attaboy" here and there but Mac had always treated me with the same affection as he had his own son, When I spent the night I got the same grade good night kisses as Brion from his parents. Mac shouted my name at games almost as loud as his own son's. I could often hear him in the stands with a chorus of "That's my boys" and knew that he meant us and not the teams we played on. And when Brion stopped playing football our junior year I assumed Mac would stop coming to my games, an assumption that he berated me for endlessly. I guessed that's why I didn't really turn out as bad as I could have because I always had the MacIntosh's to pick up my own parents' slack.

But I couldn't think too much about that with Tyler and Gianni rushing in. They both seemed a little worse for wear. Tyler seemed to actually look his age for once and Gianni looked disheveled. I smiled and waved at them as they came in and that seemed to loosen them up a little. They didn't talk much until Chrissy came in to check on me and caught Gianni's attention. He tried to hide his eyes following her around the room but Tyler and I caught it. He glanced at me as she said her goodbyes and Gianni told her thank you for taking such good care of me. Tyler and I burst out laughing.

"What?"

Tyler shook his head but I started scribbling immediately and when I was done I slid the pad over to him. "Keep it in your pants bud. I don't need you ruining my excellent care with that mojo of yours."

"How you know it can't get better big fella," Gianni said and gave me a little shove about my shoulder and I winced. He recoiled a little and started apologizing but I waved him off. "So I hear you got a boyfriend..."

"Awwww," Tyler chimed in with a chuckle. "Who didn't see that coming?"

"I know right..."

"Don't...shut...I up...not..." I gave up and wrote down, " Shut up. And don't call him that. It's so high school."

"Would you rather I call him your boo..."

"Your main squeeze..."

"Or maybe sweet meat..."

"That...is...That it is," I said and was a little surprised it came out so easily. After the initial shock they both burst out laughing. I chose to continue my thoughts on paper though. "I didn't see it and I can't say how long it might last but for now that's where we at right now."

"He already asked me to help make his place more accessible in case...well its..."

"Walk...maybe..." I cut Tyler off figuring if I said it, he might be able to move on. I figured right.

"Yeah," He said with a chuckle and patted my shoulder. "Maybe widen some doorways, lower the countertops. But I told him we should wait until we know for sure what you'll be able to do. No sense preparing for something that might not be...Don't look at me like that big fella. I mean you not being able to walk not you moving out. I knew that was in the works well before he told me he was gonna ask you. It's the natural order of things."

"Don't worry Ty," Gianni said with false tears. "I'll never leave you."

"Unfortunately I know," was Tyler's comeback for that and Gianni scoffed.

"I just don't want you to be lonely old man."

"Who says I'm lonely. Just cause I don't bring home randoms, don't mean I don't have a friend or two."

"Out...you holding," I managed to say and with very little effort. The way they laughed I didn't think I needed to clarify.

"Guys in my demographic don't care to know that I'm living with two hard bodies. One of whom I shared a little something with not too long ago," he said with a wink at me and I rolled my eyes.

"But he has a boyfriend now and you're like my dad. Ewwww," Gianni said and I nodded. We both looked at him, waiting for him to divulge who he might have been seeing, if anybody.

"Hey now we posed to be here for Neville..."

"Waiting...Here," I said and he shook his head.

"You guys are the worst, you know that," he said, already starting to blush. Tyler looked from me to Gianni and back again, shook his head. "Remember the high rise we did right before all this," he asked me and I nodded. "Remember the owner..."

"Gross," I said of the sickly 80 year old man. My reaction wasn't about him but the idea of Tyler doing anything other than accepting his check, but he laughed anyway.

"Not him his son, nimrod. Dad owns the building but the son manages it. A graphic designer. He's 37, got an adorable 10 year old daughter with a friend of his who wanted a baby but didn't much care to have a husband. He's a good guy, smart, not my usual type but I'm liking where it's going so far," He said with a shrug but the look on his face was dreamy to say the least. And it wasn't lost on Gianni.

"Guess now I gotta settle down too huh," he said and made a gagging sound.

"Fly pigs can," I said and they both laughed.

"Yeah that's about right big fella," Tyler said and bumped my fist with his.

"Fuck both you guys. You don't know my life," Gianni said but he couldn't keep his face straight long enough for us to believe him. "Whatever dude, I'm out of here. Let me know when you can eat big fella, I'll bring you all the shrimp tacos you can put down."

"Mmmmm."

"Yeah I thought you might like that," he said with a pat to my stomach. He leaned in and tried to kiss me but I shoved his face away. It wasn't the first time we'd had such an exchange and he laughed. "Just checking."

"Enough out," I said and he flipped me the bird on his way out the door. Tyler stuck around a few more minutes. There were tears in his eyes as he looked at me and I reached to take his hand.

"You shouldn't be the one comforting me," he said with a smirk and I shrugged. "This is a shitty thing that happened to you Neville. I want you to know my promise still stands. Whatever you need, anything just ask. Your job is waiting for you when you ready. Even if you can't swing a hammer, your vision is still intact. Perks of being the boss, I can adjust job descriptions," he said and I let out a little laugh that ended in a yawn. "Get some rest chief. Won't be long before you back on track."

"Hope," was all I could say. I could barely keep my eyes open. I was asleep before he said goodbye but I heard it. Chrissy came back in after a while, I heard her moving around quietly around me. The tug at my neck opened my eyes and I shift them over to her. She smiled when she saw me.

"Silly me thinking I could do this without waking you. You don't need the line in your neck anymore. I figured I'd jump in while there was a lull in the parade. I heard you in here. A regular chatty Kathy, so there shouldn't be any problems getting rid of that pad right," she asked me and I rolled my eyes. "You're doing great," she said with a chuckle and I winced as she pulled the tape away.

"Stu...tape hate," I grumbled and she laughed.

"I know it's awful right. I just think it's funny after four bullets and having to be resuscitated twice, that this is what bothers you."

"Where?"

"The one in your shoulder, and three to the back. One nicked your lung on the way out, another hit your kidney, and the last one was a little tricky. It bounced off your ribs on the way in and came out your side. It's a good thing too cause it might have came out through your belly. A smaller man might not have been able to take all that..."

"Good thing he was on top then huh," Brion said with a smirk and Chrissy blushed. I shook my head and he laughed as he came to my bedside. "What I'm saying?"

"Well that's what I was getting at but I didn't know how to say it," she said with a little giggle as she pulled off her gloves. I hadn't even realized she was done. "You guys are adorable."

"Eww," I said and shook my head. I started to grab the pen but Brion put his hand on mine.

"I think that covered it bruh," He said with a kiss to my forehead.

"What cause you're guys you can't be adorable?"

"I'm a grown ass man," Brion said and she laughed. "I ain't been adorable since 5th grade sweetheart..."

"Kissing park girls," I said and Chrissy looked to him for explanation.

"I got caught kissing girls in the playground. Tried to get my boy in on it but he was too much a gentleman. Wouldn't even look out for me. Cold blooded." 

"You know, now that you're not grieving so hard...you seem like the type," Chrissy said and I nodded, offered her my fist. She bumped it with a smirk. "Don't keep him up too long. It's been a long day for him. Now if you promise not to try and get up, I'll put the rails down." She gave me a stern look, crossed her arms, and narrowed her eyes at me. I put my hand over my heart and raised the other. "And you stay out of it," she said to Brion.

"Not on the first day," he said with a chuckle as Chrissy set about unlocking the rails at the foot of the bed. To emphasize his point, Brion moved the chair closer to my bedside and put his feet up on the edge. She left the ones at the head so I could pull myself up if I needed.

"Alright I'll be back to give you the boot in a couple hours," she said as she pulled the curtain closed. She turned off the overhead light and shut the door on her way out. I'm not sure what she expected to happen but I appreciated the illusion of privacy. 

It took a few changes in position but eventually Brion got to a place that was comfortable for both of us. The bed lowered and his head on my lap, he was comfortable enough to fall asleep. I missed the sound of his light snoring, the quiet mumbles he made in his sleep. The TV was on but I was more interested in watching him. It didn't last long of course. I was exhausted and as I stared at the back of his head, I drifted off.

I woke up to the sound of the door being pushed open and assumed it was Chrissy but the heavy footfalls told me it wasn't her. Boots under the curtain said it was a man and I started to think of who I hadn't seen yet. Maybe one of the guys from the crew? But the last person I ever expected came around that curtain. I watched him, wipe away tears standing tentatively just inside the curtain. It occurred to me that he might not be able to see my open eyes but I wasn't in any rush to show him otherwise. A couple inches shorter than me, but every bit as broad, at some point in his life he might have been a powerful man. Now he just looked sad, his shoulders slouched. His once muscled framed was now flabby, man boobs sagged on his chest and his belly hung over his belt. There was a time when people said I looked just like him and despite how he treated me that had given me a sense of pride. Now though, I would rather string myself up than be compared to him.

He seemed shocked when our eyes met, and I held his gaze. In my youth I couldn't stand up to those hard eyes on me, but I wasn't a kid anymore. There was a time when I would have rejoiced at the sight of him, showing up for me, but that time was long gone. I didn't need his conditional attention anymore, but I wasn't so bitter that I couldn't accept it. Especially since he was alone. I put my finger to my lips and waved him over. Brion was still sleeping soundly and I put my hand over his ear to muffle any sounds my father might make. He shift his eyes down and they bulged a little at the sight of him but he didn't retreat. That made me smile a little and so did he as he made his way to my bedside. I lifted my hand and he took it in both his, snatched it up in his vice like grip and brought it up to his face. He broke into quiet sobs, through them I heard the sounds of prayer. I'd expected some garbage about saving my eternal soul from damnation but there was none of that. Only for my recovery, and my forgiveness. By the time he was done, I was crying.

"I'll give you guys a minute," Brion said and started to get up but I grabbed a hold of his t-shirt. But my father gave voice to my protest.

"No you stay right where you at son," he said to him as he wiped his face. He hadn't let go of my hand either and when he finished wiping his own tears, he wiped mine. Planted a kiss on my forehead. "I can't say this is going to be easy for me but I have to try. I've never been a good father to you Neville and for that I'm sorry. I missed out on so much of your life believing in something when I should have been believing in you. Your mother would have had my head if she knew how far apart we've drifted. My own father was a distant presence in my life and I always promised that I wouldn't repeat the same mistakes with my own, but here I am. You know, when I married your mother he didn't even show up. Said I should have been marrying a respectable American girl, but I didn't care what he thought. Nobody loved me like she did. Didn't care how big or how black I was. To her I could do no wrong. I couldn't do no better than her and don't take that to mean I was settling. Your mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Smart, hardworking, caring, came here on a whim when she was 16. Worked her way through nursing school all on her own and when we met she wouldn't marry me until she was done. She let me court her until she graduated though and a week later we got married. I thought I couldn't be happier until she told me she was pregnant with you. 

"Then you were born and she was gone and I was beside myself. I couldn't be happy about you being here without her. As twisted as it sounds, somewhere I thought it was your fault but you was just a baby. I had the slightest idea how to take care of you but Mac and Bernie helped out a lot. And I thought I was doing something by finding a woman willing to help raise you. Ain't do nothing but push us further apart but I can't blame her. I allowed it to happen. I didn't stand up for you like I should have. I should have been there. I want to be there, regardless of how you choose to live your life. If you're happy and you not hurting yourself or nobody else, I can't be anything other than happy for you. It's going to take some getting used to but I have to try. It's been too damn long."

"She here you know," I said and Brion translated for me without missing a beat.

"Does Pru know you here Mr. Deck," he said quietly and my father laughed a little.

"You two done had one voice most of your lives so I guess I shouldn't be surprised you understand him now," he said and reached across the bed to give Brion's shoulder a pat. Neither of us were expecting it, Brion even flinched away a little bit. I suspected that the argument I overheard may have gotten physical but I left that alone for now. "But yeah, I told her. She wasn't happy about. Said I'm giving you license to sin. I told her I'm giving you license to be who you are and it ain't for me or her to judge what's in your heart. Told her if she ain't like it she can find the door...Don't look at me like that boy," he said to me and I smirked a little. She'd threatened to leave him every season for as long as I could remember but never made good on it. This was the first I heard of my father inviting her to go. "I want you around, son and I can't have her making you feel uncomfortable in your own home..."

"Me for nothing not new," I said but stopped Brion from correcting me. I could tell from the look on my father's face that he understood that just fine.

"I know, son, I know. I can't do nothing about the past but apologize and promise that I won't make those same mistakes again. I know you won't be coming over for Sunday dinners or watching the game but I'd like to be able to call you every now and then check up on..."

"Coffee," I said and he smiled. 

"Sure I can still drink that."



New Life Ch. 03



Sometimes in life we have moments where we can do nothing but pause and reflect on what has just happened. These moments are few and far between, with our increasingly hectic lives depriving us of the opportunity to consider what it is that we have done, where it is that we are heading and indeed, if it is where we want to go. Thinking back, I don't think I'd ever taken the time to fully appreciate a moment or a period in my life where things of massive importance have happened. John Lennon once said that life was what happened when you were busy making other plans. He was right.

For the first time in my life, I was forced to really deal with my reality. I was at a major crossroads in my life, with this power within me consuming my thoughts. It had happened in my darkest hour, a suicide attempt. I had tried to end it, but instead I had created something new. Something impossibly new. Immediately after waking up in hospital, I found I had a new gift -- I could control people. I had used my powers a few times now, once upon waking, then again a few days later, both times for sexual gratification, both times on the same person. Nurse Jenny was a total stranger to me, yet here I was abusing her body, taking advantage of her. I wouldn't say I was a religious man, although I had attended a Catholic school. But I was a morally decent man, or at least I would have said I was before all this. Now? I wasn't so sure.

After the last incident with Jenny, where I had ultimately forced her to have sex with me, I spent a long time dwelling on what I had become. The word 'rape' forced itself into my mind on more than one occasion, although of course there was no way anyone would think that was the case. Jenny had not only enjoyed our experiences, but she had, to everyone bar me including Jenny herself, initiated it. But I knew differently. I knew that she wouldn't have dreamed of touching me, a paralysed loser with very little social skills, had it not been for my powers. I was under no illusions to my attractiveness with the opposite sex. I had enough experience of rejection to know that I wasn't exactly what they were looking for!

In those hours after waking from the exhausting first time I'd had full sex with Jenny, I made a decision to focus on my recuperation after the accident rather than taking advantage of people. I was fully aware that I could have used my powers on others. I had of course used them on Dr Jones on that fateful first day, although that wasn't really of great consequence. However, more worrying to me was my control of the psychologist sent by the hospital to see me. I had used my powers to my own advantage in a way that was both frightening and exciting. It had opened my eyes to the opportunity that I had before me. I thought of the ways I could use my powers to my own benefit. Yes, there was sex with women who I couldn't have had before. But there were now possibilities far beyond that. I could have anything I wanted from anyone I wanted. I could simply walk up to someone and without doubt they'd give me everything they had if I so demanded it. Not only that, but I could force their mind to forget ever meeting me afterwards. In short, if I so desired, I could commit the perfect crime in that to everyone involved, no crime had been committed.

Yet as I said, I was a moral man, a good man. So I made a decision to focus on my rehabilitation and not on my powers, which seemed like a perfectly straightforward plan at the time. But I had forgotten a very important variable -- I was a horny 21 year old who had the possibility of sleeping with the most stunning nurse in history! My first encounter with Jenny after making this decision didn't go to plan. Within two minutes of entering my room she was stripped to her underwear, revealing her sensational body in all its glory. I had only seen her once before without clothes, when she had straddled me the previous night and like then it simply took my breath away. My command was given to make her think that walking around in her underwear was perfectly acceptable. Her long black hair was tied back, her D cup breasts almost pouring out her bra, her ass deliciously round and all of this was exposed to my lustful eyes. I knew it was wrong. And I knew it should stop.

Two minutes later her underwear fell on the floor and she climbed on my rigid member.

Over the next few weeks I somehow managed to justify to myself that what I was doing was ok, that it wasn't immoral, and that nobody was getting hurt. To an extent it was true. Yes, I was getting to make love to a sensational looking woman who wouldn't normally look at me twice, but the power of my suggestion was such that she was getting possibly more enjoyment out of it than I was! I was able to manipulate her mind to give the idea that this was the best sex she had ever had, and in reaction she was more willing than ever. As the days and weeks rolled by, my commands were no longer necessary as the older commands were already implanted in her mind.

More importantly, our time together made me more skilled at my control. I began to understand more and more about what I was doing, how I was controlling her and what commands were just not going to work. She was always receptive to straightforward commands that she could do immediately, but the longer term plans required a little more skill. It was almost as if I could see just how her thought processes worked within her mind. Each day, each session with Jenny made me understand the human mind just that little more. The sex was a handy bonus.

The early days of my experimenting were purely sex based. She would come into my room and my commands would flood her mind, before of course I would flood her pussy! She would grasp my cock and coax it into life, sometimes with her hand, sometimes with her mouth. She had such a talent for sucking cock that I would always have her place it in her mouth, even if it was after sex. Her tongue would swirl over my deflating shaft and somehow it would tease it up once more for another session. A session she would always be happy to have since she couldn't say no. She would become almost delirious at the opportunity of getting my cock once more, and on more than one occasion I got a little carried away by forcing orgasm after orgasm on her until she passed out on top of me.

After three or four nights of her riding me, I decided I wanted to try her ass. This proved difficult purely because of my inability to move my limbs, such as the condition my broken body was in. As soon as the command was entered into her mind, she raced out the room and reappeared moments later, slightly out of breath but with a tube of lubricant in hand. She immediately began to apply some to her tight back entrance, and then lowered herself down onto my straining cock. She lost her balance twice that night, toppling off the bed and was lucky to not injure herself. However, due to my command she immediately hopped back up and back on my cock again, and I wasn't complaining. Her ass felt fantastic and I didn't want to be deprived of this luxury.

These were of course not the only sessions I had to contend with. My physical rehabilitation was just as important. There were fears when I first woke that I would never walk again such was the extent of my physical injuries. Those fears were, over time, reducing and I was beginning to make progress. Nerve endings were beginning to work again, and I was getting a little motor control in my fingers and toes. There was hope that I would walk again, but there was a long way to go. Each day I would try something new, and when I was lying in bed I would exhaust myself with trying to force parts of my body, from my thumb to an entire leg, to work again. Only those who have been in this position will understand how demoralising it is. 

It had been around seven weeks since the accident and things were progressing slowly. Each day I'd get wheeled out my room in a chair and brought to the rehab unit of the hospital I was confined to. Even having Jenny wheel me to the rehab wasn't something that would cheer me up this time. Coming out my room was difficult for many reasons. Being confined to a chair was hard enough, the shame I felt (unjustified, I know) in needing moved to the chair then pushed through the wards was hard to take. However, beyond that I had to endure a busy hospital with crowded areas. Sometimes there would be dozens of people, each person with their own thoughts and feelings, all of which I was far too receptive to. I would fight each day to close them out, to focus on only my thoughts, but often it would overwhelm me, so much so that once I reached the rehab area I would already be exhausted.

It was on one of the days where I had become overwhelmed that I became weak. I was angry with everyone, with the world, even with Jenny because of what had happened to me. I sat in my chair, my body barely able to move, and all I could hear was the sympathy and compassion that she felt for me. On that day it made my blood boil. We were quickly joined by my physiotherapist, a woman named Sarah. We had been getting on very well as the weeks had gone on and I could tell she was very good at her job. She had been excellent at motivating me to try new things, to not give up even when I was at my lowest ebb. We had shared details of our lives; I would tell her about my interests, she would tell me that she didn't have time for them because of her two year old little girl. Today though, when she too felt the compassion that Jenny had for me when she saw my exhausted state, I lashed out in the only way possible. With my mind.

They both stripped immediately. What else could I make them do in this situation than have sex? Next to Jenny, Sarah was a little out of shape, but then everyone would look out of shape next to her. Sarah was actually an attractive woman, although a little plain to my tastes. I had occasionally wondered what she looked like naked. In fact, I wondered what most women looked like naked, but that's just because I'm male! I had even had a brief thought of using my powers a week or so back but had quickly dismissed it, which had been something I was very proud of. But this time I was so angry that I wouldn't allow myself to pull back, to stop, to do the right thing. I was going to take my frustrations out on them by forcing them to perform for me like the puppets that they were.

Sarah was commanded simply to stand and say nothing. She followed it to the letter, as I knew she would. Her blonde hair draped to her smallish breasts, her nipples long and firm in the cool air. She had a little tummy that wasn't unflattering, and small blonde wisps of hair covered her pussy. I could see a small scar on her stomach, and knew that she had had a caesarean section. 

"Jenny, place a finger in her pussy. Is she tight?"

Jenny did as commanded and nodded her reply. I smiled as my plaything did as she was told. I sensed within both girls knowledge that this wasn't right. Jenny certainly wasn't attracted to girls, something I had enquired about during our time together, and nor it seemed was Sarah. I could have corrected it, I could have made them think that sex between women was the most beautiful thing in the world, but that wasn't what this was about. I didn't want them to enjoy it. I wanted them to simply do as they were told for my amusement.

Sarah squirmed a little as Jenny kept her finger in her pussy. She seemed uneasy, but couldn't move. A hundred ideas ran through my mind as the two girls stood there, uneasy, unable to move but not wanting to be there.

"Kiss. With tongues."

The girls immediately locked together, their lips intertwined, their tongues clashing together. I smirked as the two had their first lesbian kiss. I could sense within them their discomfort at doing so, yet they were compelled to do as they were told. Jenny at least had some contentment at doing this for me, but Sarah was totally alarmed at what she and Jenny were now doing.

"Touch each other."

I barely blinked as Sarah lifted her hands to touch the soft tanned skin of the beautiful nurse, her hands gliding over her torso. Jenny was more direct, her hand moving back and forth over Sarah's mound, her finger still inside her, masturbating. I could hear Sarah moan inside Jenny's mouth, a squishing noise coming from between her thighs. Despite herself, Sarah's body had betrayed her. I smirked again. My body was betraying me too...

I heard another moan, but this time it was from Jenny. Sarah had moved her hand over her breasts, and was now teasing a nipple. I knew how sensitive Jenny's nipples were. She frequently teased them with her own hands as she rode my cock on the nights she worked, and I knew despite herself she was enjoying the sensations that Sarah was giving her.

"Lick each other's pussies."

I was barely above a whisper now as the sight unfolded before my eyes. The girls lay down on the floor, Sarah on her back, Jenny on all fours above her. Without hesitating both girls buried their tongue between the others legs. This had long been a fantasy of mine, to have two women make love before my eyes. My cock was already erect, my arousal long since established. But my arousal meant little at that moment. Anger was still my primary emotion. All three of us were being controlled by it.

I lingered on that idea, that one thought. I was being controlled. I closed my eyes, trying to come to terms with my own realisation. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want to lose control, not over everything. I opened my eyes once more and looked at the two girls, both licking rigidly on the others pussy. Neither was enjoying it. In fact, Sarah was horrified by it and I could feel it from within her. Guilt washed over me instantly. This was wrong. It wasn't what I wanted. I had to stop it.

My commands were followed instantly. Within a minute both girls were clothed and had forgotten all about what had just happened. As far as they were aware we had just had a fairly ordinary physiotherapy session. Jenny took hold of my chair and wheeled me to the door, Sarah saying her goodbyes to us both as we exited. I didn't respond. How could I? What I had done was shameful and totally against everything I had promised to myself. I had allowed my own anger at myself to abuse and humiliate two beautiful and caring women. Sarah was a mother and I had unhesitatingly turned her into a sex slave without a thought to her. I thought back to the time she had told me of her husband, and how happy and in love she was with him, and I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye.

We turned into a busy corridor and my thoughts disappeared, overwhelmed by all around me once more. I heard their thoughts, I felt their emotions. I let them wash through me and then all of a sudden they were gone. Every thought, every feeling disappeared, and stillness washed over me. I looked up and saw the crowded hallway, nurses, doctors, patients all going about their business. Then I saw him. A man in a black suit looking straight at me, unblinking, emotionless. Our eyes met and he held my gaze for a moment then turned away. In a moment he was out the hallway, and within a moment the noise of the others around me pushed back into my consciousness. I tried to fight them off once more, but it was no use, and I held my eyes shut until Jenny and I were back within the safety of my own room once more.

She hoisted me onto my bed and within a moment I was weeping uncontrollably. What had I become? I felt like a monster, and had most certainly acted like one. I had forced a woman to do something that she absolutely detested because I was angry with myself. I felt Jenny's hand on my shoulder and I turned to her. She embraced me immediately, holding me tight to her warm body. I felt her lips on my head and could feel the tenderness with which she touched me. I could feel her love for me from within and it comforted me. Deep down I knew that this love hadn't been real, but it was now, and I allowed myself to believe that it was for that moment. I felt her lips on mine and we kissed tenderly. I pulled back, smiling up at her warm caring face, her lips full, and her eyes wide and beautiful. I told her to go back to work, that other patients needed her. She smiled and walked to the door. 

By the time she had opened it, she had forgotten all about our time together, about how we had made love night after night. I was a patient she was fond of, but that was all I was. In her tender embrace, I had taken stock of where my life was going. She no longer remembered, and I had done the right thing. Now all I had to focus on was what the hell had happened to me and how could I learn to live with it. I had a feeling that the man in the black suit would provide some answers, if only I knew who he was.



New Life Ch. 03



******Thanks again to LiterKnight for editing and input. Hope you all enjoy*****

Chapter 3

Oh my goddess. Anya had never seen food like this. Meat, meat, and more meat; not one part of the cow was missed. Huge salad bowls were placed in the center of the table. Lots of veggies. Potatoes in every kind of way were placed about. She was so amazed.

Everyone had massive plates of meats and veggies and potatoes. Anya made herself a nice salad. Trying to load up on as many tomatoes as would fit on the plate. On a smaller plate she added some of the veggies. 

"You need some meat on this plate." Daniel said as he took a seat next to Anya.

"I'm fine thank you. I like my plate just the way it is."

"You need more protein. It'll help you with the bruising."

"Daniel, leave her alone." Luna piped in. "When she's ready for some meat, she'll get some."

"Well at least get your favorite, so no one will eat it before you have a chance." Daniel said trying to shove a plate in my hand.

Getting a little frustrated with Daniel, she grab the plate and put it under the plate of veggies. 

"You can't get meat on that plate if it's sitting underneath that one." He says as he reaches to grab the plate from under it's perch.

"Look Goliath, I'm sure you didn't get all big and bulky by making sure others have enough meat on their plates. Leave me be, and let me eat." She speared a tomato with extra force before popping it in her mouth.

She guessed he finally took his cue. With a slight growl that she was beginning to associate with him. He got up reaching for a plate so he could make his own. She looked down at her food and really started to enjoying it. Everything tasted so fresh. She must have been too consumed with her salad because she didn't notice Daniel come to sit back next to her.

"Here, I got you some small pieces so you can add it to your salad or something. I just want to make sure that you have enough to eat is all."

He really was trying to be sweet. Waving him down so she could whisper in his ear. "I really appreciate you trying to help me fend and all, but I fend for myself just fine." Lowering her voice to barely a whisper, "And by the by, I don't eat red meat." 

Booming laughter rang out as he said, "No wonder why you bruise so easily. You're a vegetarian, that explains why you're so skinny."

Ow, that hit a nerve. "No Goliath I said that I don't eat red meat, not that I don't eat meat. Is there a brain wrapped in any of that muscle?"

Putting his hand to his heart like she hurt his heart. "Ouch, that hurt. So tell me what do you eat then? All I see is veggies, and some leafy looking stuff."

"This genius is called lettuce. Not leafy stuff. And it's good for you. I also eat seafood when I can afford it. Which is almost never. Mostly I eat chicken."

"Well that has to get boring after a while. What do you have against a cow?"

"I just don't eat it. Chicken can be done every day for a year and not be cooked the same way. Besides I think red meat makes people mean." she said with a shrug.

"I love red meat and I'm not mean."

Boy did she have a snappy comeback to that. But before she could say any thing the Alpha's mate interrupted.

"Daniel please leave her alone to eat her meal in peace."

Anya looked up to her and whispered a thank you, and continue on to eat her meal in peace. After dinner all the plates were collected everyone sat around talking. Everyone seemed so happy to be around each other. None of the family drama like they portrayed on TV. 

Looking at her watch Anya realize that she stayed a lot longer than she wanted to. 

"Oh shit Luna, I have to get going."

"Really it's not that late and it's Friday. Don't leave." Luna truly looked upset. Anya just didn't have the heart to leave just yet. 

"Well, just a little longer then I gotta be getting back."

"Why the rush to leave?" Daniel asked.

"I have some things I have to take care of. And I gotta check on my mom, make sure she didn't burn the house down."

"Lucien will be fine." Luna stated, " and I highly doubt you mother will burn down the house."

"He'll start missing me. I can't have my baby feel like I'm neglecting him."

"Who is Lucien?" Daniel asked.

"Lucien is my doggie. He stays locked in my room while I'm gone."

"Well next time you come over, bring him with you. Give the little fella a chance to stretch his legs. I'm sure some of the younger pups would love to play with a little doggie."

"I'm not sure if Lucien plays well with kids. Like I said he spends a lot of time locked in my room." Thinking that it might be good to get him out though.

" I'm sure if you didn't teach him to be vicious he'll be fine. Besides a little dog wouldn't scare these kids. So what kind of dog is he?"

"He's a wolf, and he's not a little dog. He's pretty big."

Having a wolf for a pet didn't go well in a room full of were. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Anya shocked. 

Quickly she tried to defend herself self. The last thing She wanted to do was to make anyone upset in this house.

"No! No, not a werewolf. A true honest to goodness wolf, wolf."

"Anya, wolves are not meant to be locked in a room. They are meant be free in the wild. How come you never told me that Lucien was a wolf." Luna asked.

"They are dangerous as well. At anytime he could snap and attack you." Daniel added.

Anya was quick to defend the only one who has been there for her all this time.

"Lucien would never hurt me. He was a lonely hurt puppy when I found him. Living off of trash. I took him in nursed him back to health. He's all I got protecting me in that house." She was really getting upset. Standing up, and reading herself to walk out the kitchen things began to start spinning.

Daniel notice he starting to sway. Quickly he got up to try to steady her.

"Anya are you ok?" He asked.

"Do I look ok? Put me down!" She didn't want to show any weakness in front anyone in the kitchen. Trying to stand up again, the dizziness came.

"You don't look fine." He said.

"Call the pack doctor back in here." She heard Davian say.

"Anya, what's wrong?" Luna asked full of concern.

Ok, all this attention was really starting to anger her. She turned to Luna, "I would like to go home now please."

"Not until after you see the doctor, so he can see what's wrong." Daniel's voice had that no nonsense tone to it that Anya didn't care for.

"I know what's wrong with me, I don't need a doctor. I would like to go home please."

"Hello there, I am Michael, pack doctor."

Looking up into his blue eyes Anya wanted to melt. These were were going to give her a complex she thought. She had yet to see an unattractive male here.

"Hey Mike, nice to meet you. Your services are not needed. You can go back to whatever it is that you were doing. Soon as I get home I'll be fine."

"You about to fall on your face is not ok." Daniel said getting more upset.

"Please Luna take me home. I will feel better once I get there."

"I think the Alpha wants to make sure you're ok before we take you home is all." Luna had such deep concern on her face. 

Looking at Davian, "Your Alpha-ness, I will be just fine." Taking a much needed breath she continue, "If you would just let Luna and Gregg drive me home, I'll take some meds and be fine."

"We have a fully stocked infirmary on the compound. I'm sure if you just let the Doc look at you he can get you what ever it is that you need." There was so much worry in Daniel's eyes Anya just melted.

"Insulin," She said looking away in shame. "I need my insulin."

"Well," Michael said. "That we don't have."

"I'll have the car brought up. Come on" Gregg said as him and Luna walked out. 

"Daniel why don't you carry Anya out the car." Davian said.

"I can walk just fine thank you." she said holding her head up high and wobbling.

Softly Daniel said, "I will not carry you if you don't want me to, will you let me at least assist you to make sure you do not fall." he had never seen such a stubborn woman in all his life.

"Fine." she really was feeling weak. slowly she made her decent down the long hallway to the car. "Why does this hallway have to be so damn long."

"It's a pretty big house. You know you curse a lot for a lady."

"What werewolf woman don't curse?"

"They do, just not as much as you do."

"What can I say, tough life. You tend to curse a lot of things in life."

Daniel walked at her pace never rushing her. He had his hands placed gently on the small of her back. He was so large, he towered over her. He is a bit over baring but, he was just so damn fine she thought.

"Why did you say that Lucien is your only protection in your house?"

She really didn't feel like explaining her life to him. So she just let out a sigh, and put her head on his arm and walked the rest of the way in silence. Just beyond the stairs to the entrance sat the black SUV with Luna and Gregg in the front seat. Sir Sniffs Alot was holding the back door open. Of corse as She tried to get in the back seat, he attempted to take another sniff. She really didn't have the energy to yell at him.

Daniel on the on the other hand was not to please. He growled and got all up in Sir Sniffs Alot's face. He didn't like how the young were was so close and sniffing Anya. His eyes were starting to glow amber. Usually the young were was brave enough to stand strong to a larger wolf, but today, right now wasn't the time. And he showed it. "Sorry Man" was all he said, and just stood there. 

Anya thought Daniel was going to bite his head off. "I would like to go home now Daniel. And until Sir Sniffs Alot let's go of the door and you move out the way, I can't leave."

He still stood there growling at the man. So while this was all to entertaining, she really did need to get her insulin.

"As much as this show is fun, I'm slipping into a diabetic coma over here. Please. I really do need to take my medicine. Please." she said exasperated. 

That finally got through to him. His eyes softened. Sir Sniffs Alot let go of the door and walked away. Daniel closed the door and walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, Anya close her eyes and sat all the way back in the seat to relax. To soon.

The other door opened up and Daniel hopped in the back seat next to her.

Anya pushed out a sigh, "Ugh. What do you want?"

"I'm coming along for the ride." He gave her a sympathetic smile and sat back in his seat.

Gregg drove off not giving her a chance to protest. Anya really didn't want this Daniel to know where she lived. It was bad enough Luna and Gregg knew where she lived. Now all three of them will look at her like the sickly poor girl she thought. 'At least if I stay away from the compound I'll never have to see Daniel again.' She thought. All she had left in school is was finals on Monday. After that maybe she could just avoid Luna until the fall.

"How long have you know you were diabetic?" Luna asked voice laced with hurt and concern.

"Since I was seventeen."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" 

She was so dreading this. "Because I really didn't think it was important."

"Not important!" She turned around in her seat to face me. It was then that Anya saw the hurt on her face. "Why would you think it's not important. You got mad at me because I didn't tell you about being mated to Gregg. Something I wasn't sure if you would understand. You told me that best friends don't keep secrets. About anything. That's what you said Anya!"

"I know! I know what I said. It's just I'm already the poor girl. The last thing I want is to be the poor, sickly girl." 

"I have never treated you like anything less than my best friend. Since the day we met, I have never been ashamed that we are best friends." Luna really was hurt that Anya felt so little of her.

"I know." She told her exasperated. "I know. It's me. I'm the one who's ashamed. Look at what I come from. I'm sorry."

"Listen to me Anya. You will never be anything to me but my best friend. Not poor girl, or sickly girl. Just my best friend. You got that?"

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask if you were sorry or not. I asked if you understood that in my book we are equal. Best friends."

She truly is amazing. At that moment Anya was really glad that she had her for a best friend. Smiling at her and nodding her head, "Yeah, I got it."

When they pulled up to Anya's apartment, she was so ready to get upstairs take her insulin and go to sleep. Put this embarrassing day behind her. When Daniel hopped out the car and walked around to open her door, she thought nothing of it. Saying her good byes to Luna and Gregg, and promising to call her in the morning, Anya headed off to her apartment giving Daniel a wave goodbye. As She slowly made her decent to the stairs, she noticed she was not alone.

"Um, where ya going?"

"I am making sure that you make it to your apartment safely." Placing his had on the small of her back, "Which way to your apartment?"

"I have lived in this neighborhood my whole life. I am perfectly safe here."

"I wasn't implying to the safety of your neighborhood. I have seen that you can take care of yourself pretty well. As a matter of fact I have seen it on video three times. I was merely concern that your dizziness may return on your way to your apartment."

Smiling Anya thought had a point. "Ok, I live on the third floor, apartment 3F."

"Third floor?" Gesturing towards her apartment building. "Lead the way he said.

The walk up to her apartment was a slow one, she really was tired. "What I wouldn't give to have an apartment on the first floor right now." I mentioned trying to break the erie silence.

"You're doing just fine. Go as slow as you like. We could sit and take a break if you like."

"I can make it up the stairs just fine. I was just saying it would be nice." She snapped at him. She did not like being made to look like a weak person in front of anyone. She continued up the stairs.

Daniel took a deep breath before he continued to follow after her. He had never met someone who was so stubborn in all his life. 

As the walked down the hallway on the third floor, Daniel caught a scent that put him a little on edge. It was barely there, but it was definitely there. 

As Anya got closer to her door she reached for her keys in her bag to come up empty.

"Shit! I forgot my bag at your house. How can I be so stupid." 

"Should your mother be home?"

"Like that would help." Anya said with a roll of her eyes. "Luckily the lady across the hall has a spear."

Turning around She knocked on the door to Mrs. Jenkins' house. The lonely old lady was always nice to Anya. When she was younger and didn't have a key Mrs. Jenkins would let her sit on her sofa to wait for her mom to get home. When Anya got older and started working, she gave her a spare key for her mothers sake. Her mom was notorious for locking herself out. 

With the door open only a crack, an old lady pokes her head out slightly. "Hey Mrs. Jenkins. Can I please have the spear I gave you so I can open the door."

The old lady looks at Anya then Daniel. Quickly she closes the door. Daniel looks at Anya puzzled.

"It's ok, she's just going to get the key." Anya knew the old lady didn't like strangers.

Shortly after her closing the door she reopens it just a crack again and sticks the key out for Anya to grab.

Giving her a smile, "Thanks, I'll return it tomorrow sometime."

Promptly she closes the door.

"She's nice." Daniel said, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

That made Anya laugh. "Well your dressed in nice jeans that aren't falling off your ass, and a Polo shirt with creases on the sleeve. Around here that means your the law. She's the hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil type."

"I see. I'm glad I didn't wear the button up shirt that was laid out for me."

They stood there in silence for a while just looking at each other. Anya couldn't believe this guy. 'The shirt that was laid out for him' Must be nice to be rich and fine. Goddess she thought he was beautiful. 

"So, um, thanks for making sure I made it up the stairs. Have a safe trip home."

"Your not going to invite me in?"

"In my apartment. Um, no!"

"I just want to make sure you get settled in."

"That's sweet and all, but I'm probably going to hit the bed as soon as I take my insulin."

"Please Anya, let me make sure you get settle in, and I will leave. I promise."

"Ugh!" Anya couldn't believe she could give in so easily. All he as to do was bat those gorgeous eye lashes, say the word please and She just gave into him, just like that.

"Fine, come on."

Blowing out a big huff of air, she turned to her door and listened. All still seemed quiet on the other side of the door so she put the key in and open the door.

"Please excuse the mess. Since I was at y'alls house all day I didn't have a chance to clean."

Looking up at him I couldn't quite place the facial expression he was wearing on his face. It was a cross between confused and mad.

"What's wrong? Never seen a messy apartment before?" I asked.

The scent was so much stronger in here. Daniel couldn't help but continue to look around and senting the air. 

"Does your mom hang out with were as well?"

Placing her keys in the basket on top of the fridge. Opening the fridge to get her insulin, She had to think about his question.

"You know what? I don't know. I try to avoid my moms 'friends' at all cost. Why do you ask?"

"It smell as if a wolf has been here. His sent is strong."

"Does Lucien count? I mean he is a wolf, just not were. Do they smell the same?" Anya turned to walk down the hall, "I'll be right back, I'm just going into my room to get a needle so I can take my insulin."

She walked in her room expecting to be greeted by Lucien, but he wasn't at the door as normal. That's odd she thought.

"Lucien. Lucien? Where are you buddy?" 

"Is everything ok?" Daniel asked as he walked down the hallway to her room. The sent was so much stronger in her room.

"Usually Lucien is at my door happy to see me. I don't know where he is." Noticing that the window is closed, she started to get upset. "Lucien this is not funny where are you!"

Daniel perked up his ears, and inhaled deeply."He's in your closet." 

"In my closet? Why would he be in my closet?" Going over to open her closet door, she could see his tail on the closet floor. "Why are you in the closet buddy?"

"He is afraid." Daniel said. Puzzled about what to do or say next. 

"Afraid? Lucien, why would you be afraid? I hope not 'cause of this guy. I know he's big, but he's not so tuff. Mommy whooped his ass earlier. Now stop being a scaredy cat and help me find a needle." 

Lucien slowly got up with his head and body low to the ground. He walked over to the dresser and putting his paw on the second to last drawer whines and barks. Taking her cue, she opens the drawer. Rummaging through the drawer she finally sees the little orange needle she was looking for. 

"Have I told you how lost I would be without you buddy." patting him on the head, "Stay in here, I'll get rid of Goliath and be back in a bit ok."

As she walked out to head to the bathroom, Daniel asked, "Why were your needles in your dresser? Shouldn't they be held in a place where they are more convient?"

"Not with my drug addict mom. I would never have any needles left to take my meds."

She walked into the bathroom and close the door, she goes through the task of taking her shot. She hated having to take insulin. It burns and it takes forever for the spot to stop bleeding. Who knew a little needle hole could bleed so much. She grabbed a rag and walked out of the bathroom applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

Daniel was sitting table with a perplexed look on his face.

"Hey," She said. "All finished."




New Life Ch. 03



"Are you going to be alright?"

"Sure. I'm just gonna grab Lucien, take him outside, and then hop in the bed."

"May I join you?"

"That's not necessary. And besides, you freak my dog out."

"I bet I do." Daniel knew why he freaked her dog out. "Why do you have that towel on your stomach?"

"Oh, I'ma bleeder. It takes a while sometimes for me to stop."

"Let me take a look." Without waiting for an answer, Daniel sank down on his knees in front of her. Feeling a little awkward, Anya removed the rag from her stomach so he could take a look. 

Her body was so small. Her stomach was so flat. You could tell she worked out. Her scent was all around him. Impulsively he leaned in and licked across the bleeding pin hole. Slowly savoring the feel of her skin on his tongue, and little taste of blood that was left behind. 

Anya couldn't believe what was happening. She should be pushing him away, and asking him what the hell he thought he was doing. But no, she just stood there, looking at the top of his head, amazed at the feel of his tongue gliding over her stomach muscles. She never thought that such a simple quick act could turn her on. Just in that short amount of time, she felt the all the heat in her body travel down between her legs. An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

"That will stop the bleeding." He said as he stood, still holding on to her waist looking down at her. He didn't want to let go. 

"Um, thanks." Moving to step away from him before she lost it all. "Aren't Luna and Gregg waiting on you." 

"They're fine. They are more than willing to wait until I'm ready to leave. Now, shall we get Lucien so we can take him down stairs." 

"We have to go down the fire escape." He gave her a puzzled look. So she explained further "Its the only grass around that he can go on. People tend to freak when they see a big dog in their front yard. So I take him out in the patch in the back. To get there we have to take the fire escape. To get to the fire escape we have to go out my bedroom window."

Turning towards the hallway allowing her to go first. "Lead the way."

Walking down the hallway Anya could feel his eyes burning a hole in her backside. She turned around to see a smirk across his face as he's staring down her ass with a smirk on his face.

"Liking the view?" She asked amazed that he can look as her ass without a care in the world.

Oh he was, "It's not that bad. Not bad at all." Wishing there wasn't jeans covering her ass.

Ugh! She wanted to slap that smirk off his face. "Yea well don't be mean to my dog ok. Like I said for some reason, you freak him out."

"He is not a dog, he is a.... Wolf. A young one at that. He just respecting his elders." Daniel didn't know how to approach the subject of her 'dog'.

When they walked into the room Lucien was sitting over by the window with his head low to the ground. He looked like so scared.

"Awe buddy you don't have to be afraid. He won't hurt you. I promise." Turning to look at Daniel, "Stop being so, big." Kneeling down to pet Lucien's head. "Your scaring my baby."

Daniel couldn't help but laugh at her maternal instants kicking in "Your baby? You two looking nothing alike."

"He's my adopted baby, aren't you Lu-Lu." After receiving a loud bark from Lucien. "Come on Lu," opening the window, "I'm going to sit on the fire escape, you go down without me. I'm to tired." Another bark, Lucien heads down the steps of the fire escape. 

Daniel thought now would be a good time as any to ask some questions. "So which one is he? Your protector, or your baby?"

"Both I guess. I take care of him the best that I can, and in turn, he protects me from my moms 'freak friends'."

Daniel did not like the sound of her voice. "Are you afraid in your own home?" 

Shaking that off. "I'm fine. I'm at school and work most of the time. And when I'm home, I just stay in here and study. Speaking of studying, can you please ask Luna if she'll drop off my bag tomorrow. I really need to study for my finals on Monday."

"Sure, I'll make sure your books are here first thing."

"Great. Thanks. Just make sure she's not here before eleven. I plan on sleeping in."

"Not before eleven. Got it."

"Good. Now come on in, Lucien's on his way up."

They walked back into her room window and waited for Lucien to come through before shutting the window. Walking back towards the door Anya gave the biggest yawn ever. She really was tired.

Daniel saw how tired she was, and it took everything n him not to grab her and take her to bed. "You make sure you get enough sleep. You look like you're sleep walking."

"Thanks. Are you trying to say I look like crap?"

"No, I'm saying that you should get some sleep. You look beautifully tired."

With that being said he couldn't stop himself. Leaning down and placing his hands on the side of her face he lightly places a kiss on her lips. 

"What am I supposed to do?" Anya thought. She couldn't believe this huge, fine, massive man was kissing her. It wasn't a knock your socks off passionate kiss or anything. But a light brush on the lips, sweet good bye kiss. Way worse. This kiss was one of those one's that made you long for more. 

Daniel knew if he didn't leave now, she would never get rid of him. "Good night." He says, and heads out the door.

The trip back to her room and change into her sleep wear was done all in a daze. It was hot in her house so she just lay on top of the covers. Lucien lay at her feet. Reliving the feel of Daniel's soft lips on her mind, she allowed sleep to take her.



New Life Ch. 03



My mouth was terribly dry when I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry again and I could hear the rush of oxygen. Another set back I thought until I heard my name being called over and over again. The voice wasn't a familiar one. Not Brion. Not my Dad. None of my other family or friends. Nor was it any of the three nurses that I could recall caring for me over the last two weeks in the ICU. I glanced down and saw the horseshoe shaped oxygen mask covering the bottom of my face, then followed the voice to the face that floated above me. Dark brown eyes behind square framed glasses and something about her eyeshadow made me laugh. It came out in a slurred giggle and she smiled.

"You with us honey," she said with a deep southern drawl, her thin peach tinted lips parted in a smile. "You did great young man. That bullet came out clean."

Not another setback. I remembered now. Today was the day I got rid of the last souvenir from that awful night some two months ago. I'd almost died. I did die, twice, technically but it didn't stick thanks to the surgeon who wouldn't give up on me. Probably a little divine intervention too but I can't be too certain about that. Either way I was alive and making progress. 

I'd started therapy, physical and speech, to help speed my return to normalcy. I could wash myself now and move from the bed to the chair with relative ease. I still wasn't eating solids yet but I'd always loved jello and popsicles so I didn't mind much. The chest tube was gone but the catheter still remained but the doctor promised that it would be gone after this last surgery. So far, he'd made good on his word so I had no reason to question it. 

"I'm thirsty," I said and my voice sounded harsh. "My mouth's crazy dry."

"I thought you had aphasia," she said, looking down her glasses at me.

"I don't even know what that means," I said and she laughed a little.

"Lets get you settled first and we'll see about getting you some ice chips. There's a couple guys out there waiting, want me to send them back? They can hang out with you until you're room is ready." 

Today was also the day I checked out of the ICU. Chrissy was there to see me off, she seemed sad to see me go and made me promise to come back and visit when I got myself back right again. She was a sweetheart and I don't think I would have made such a quick turn around without her gentle pressure to push myself. She never did take my pad but only because I didn't stop talking, no matter how messed up my words came out.

"Wait, you understood me?"

"Sure did honey, listen to yourself. Maybe it was waking up from the anesthesia, or just that it ran it's course. Doubt we'll ever know," she said before she left me.

I could have cared less of the reasoning just that it was over. That was more frustrating than not being able to move. I had always been a man of few words but I knew well how to put them together. It was irritating knowing what I wanted to say but having it come out in an unpredictable mishmash of nouns and verbs. I couldn't control it, believe me I tried. Even the speech therapy didn't help. We'd go back and forth, saying a phrase one word at a time but as soon as it was time to string them together it was like somebody put them in a blender on their way from brain to mouth. It was awful and thankfully I didn't have to worry about that anymore. Now I could focus on getting my body right, even if I'd lost 30 pounds and my arm was in a sling for who knew how long. But those were things I could fix and even if I couldn't get back to 100% the possibility of a having a normal life after all this seemed much more plausible if I could speak.

My Dad came in first, and I was actually glad to see him. True to his word, he'd been coming to see me every day. Sometimes he only stayed a few minutes but more often than not he spent his evening with me. It was tentative at first, neither of us really knew how to act around each other. It was Brion's idea to bring out the dominos. Nothing breaks the ice for Black men like cards or bones and eventually we got to the point where we could laugh and joke. He had even gotten to the point that he didn't have to avert his eyes at every show of affection between Brion and I. It wasn't like we were making out in front of him but he stopped looking uncomfortable when we touched. And it seemed that he and Mac had rekindled their friendship as well. On the nights she was on, Chrissy would bend the rules a little and let all three of them in as long as we didn't get too loud. Which didn't always happen when we started playing tonk and spades but we made an effort. 

"Don't look at me like that Pop," I said to him and he furrowed his brows. "Like I'm dying or something. I might look worse but I feel better but that could just be these awesome drugs," I said and tapped the IV pole. He came over to the bed, shaking his head and gave my head a rough rub.

"A father can't be worried about his boy," he said and I smiled as he took my hand. "I been up half the night worried about today. That woman ain't help none..."

"You can save that for somebody else..."

"Anybody else," Mac said from behind my father. Brion pushed past both of them and came to the other side of the bed, shock plain on his face. All I could do was smile. 

He ran his hand over my face, wanting to kiss me. It was in his eyes, and a few tears too, but he held back for my father's sake I'm sure. "I was kind of getting used to it," Brion said quietly as he slipped his hand behind my head.

"Well sucks to be you," I said and he laughed. 

"Jerk."

"But you looooove me," I slurred a little, all of a sudden feeling sleepy again. I heard our dads laugh at that, my own patted my hand and let it go. I grabbed Brion's shirt front and pulled him closer so I could whisper in his ear, "And as soon as they get this tube out, we gonna see how well everything else works." I kissed him softly on the neck and he blushed a little as I let him go.

"I appreciate you trying but I think the whole recovery room heard that Nev," he said as he stood. "I gotta go get my cast off but Pops is gonna stay with you 'til I come back."

"Dad?"

"Ain't no place I'd rather be bud," he said and I smiled wide, my eyes starting to droop a little bit.

"Go to sleep babyboy. I'll be back as soon as I'm done," Brion said and kissed my forehead. "Love you."

"I know," I said, eyes already closed and he sucked his teeth.

As I drifted off I overheard our Dads talking, reminiscing mostly about how things used to be between them, and sharing hopes that maybe they could patch things up. My father thanked Mac for always being there for me in spite of his own absence and Mac apologized for the harsh words he gave over the years. They talked of possible fishing trips and watching games in Mac's man cave like they used too. Mac joked that seeing us together got less awkward over time and my Dad agreed that he was getting over it. 

"He look at him the way I looked at his mother once and I can't deny how powerful that feeling is," he said and Mac laughed.

"Tell me about it brotha. I admit it ain't ideal. Hard enough being a Black man in America then to add that to it...they damn sure got some struggle ahead but I ain't gonna be the one to add to it."

"I don't want to either, not anymore," my father said and for the first time in a long time I was proud of him. "Now that Pru on the other hand...I don't know."

"What's between you and your boy is between you and your boy, Declan. She ain't got no say in the matter," Mac said but his tone was more sympathetic than anything else. "If Margie talked about Breeze the way Pru goes in on Neville I'd have to kick her to the curb. No hesitation. But that's for you to decide, I can't tell you what to do. Just what I would."

"Yeah I hear you Byron, loud and clear. Guess I just got used to being uncomfortable that I made it comfortable, you know."

By then I was awake but I didn't open my eyes, allowing them to talk as if I wasn't there. I had no illusions of my father leaving her but the fact that he was actually owning his displeasure was steps in the right direction as far as I was concerned. The subject quickly changed to more innocuous topics like sports and work life. Both were approaching retirement age and not really sure what that meant. They'd both grown up in a world where the norm was working until death, now though that wasn't exactly necessary. Neither had children to take care of anymore, so the rest of their lives were their own for the taking, and they weren't sure what they would do with it.

Eventually I had to stop pretending when they came to move me to my room. It was private and the first thing I asked was when the catheter was coming out. With my speech back I had a whole new sense of purpose. I wanted to move, needed to, and with my arm in a sling I figured it might be difficult with a bag hanging off the front of my walker. And I wanted to eat. As far as I was concerned I wasn't an invalid and I was done with the liquids. My new nurse, Jackie, promised that would all happen in the morning.

"I bet that show has made your life that much more difficult," I said to him and he laughed. "I promise I won't be making any druggie jokes."

"And I thank you kindly for that," He said as he helped me get comfortable in my new bed. He then went about explaining the unit I was on and standard operating procedures. No more limits on visitors or how long they had to stay. "Chrissy in ICU is a good friend of mine and she told me you've been itching for pants. When that cath goes, comfy sweats will be fine. Shorts would be best since you'll be working with one hand for a while. And aside from your injuries your in pretty good shape so I'm sure you won't be having any dietary restrictions but we'll go over all that tomorrow when the doc changes you over to solids. Get some good rest in tonight, tomorrow the real work starts."

"I'm not scared," I said with a cocky smile and he gave my shoulder a pat.

"Yeah she said you were all will and believe me in your circumstances that'll come in handy." He put my buzzer in the bed next to me and told me he'd be back in a little bit. 

The Dads were back immediately and commented on my new digs. It was a nice room. Big tv, nice view of the city, a bathroom with a door instead of a curtain. Not like I got to use the last one but at least now the option was better. There wasn't much machinery either. Just the IV pole. And nobody had to stand anymore. There were two chairs and a couch that Jackie told me turned into a bed for overnight visits. It was bigger than the shitty studio apartment I lived in before I got locked up. If I wasn't itching to get back to the real world I might have tried to stay as long as possible. I asked Mac to let Brion know about the changes and he happily obliged me, filling him of all the new details of my move. It was about then that my father's wife called him, inquiring of his whereabouts. I had overheard this conversation before but never had he been so forthright, or short.

"Visiting with my son and then me and Mac is going for a bite to eat...No I don't know where or when I'll be back...Yeah you keep singing that song but I still ain't seen no bags packed Prudence...Wish this was a show...Aight now that's enough," he said before he hung up. His phone rang immediately and he silenced it, put it back in his pocket.

"Better hope she don't have herself a waiting to exhale moment on you Deck," Mac said with a smirk and my father shook his head, but he let out a chuckle of his own.

"Don't know why she would, ain't like you some young white girl come sweep me off my feet."

"Yeah but I damn sure might lead you off the path of righteousness far as she concerned," was Mac's quick response and they both laughed heartily at that. "Shit we ain't too old to get in a little trouble and Margie wouldn't mind another mouth to feed."

"Yeah right," my father scoffed and batted that notion away with his big meaty hand. "I be damned if she kick me out my house."

"But yall married ain't you?"

"Her name ain't on nothing I had before she came along. That deed still say Declan and Cheryleen Sinclaire. And I already fixed my will so it goes to Neville when I'm gone. Me and his mother worked too damn hard for it to go anywhere else."

"Oh is that right," I said and they both looked at me like they'd forgotten I was there. "I appreciate the gesture but why would I want that house? I mean I ain't like you. It's not like I can look back and remember any good times there. Let's be real Pop. I was three when you married her and I could be wrong but I don't remember a time when she was anything like nice to me. Maybe she wasn't always as cruel as she was once I got older but I was a nuisance always. Don't get me wrong I'm glad you're here now but don't think my name in your will is anything like amends. It's gonna take a little bit more than that." When I was done, I expected him to be angry, to leave. But he didn't.

"I can respect that," he said with a shrug. "But that's not why I did it. Not to make amends anyway. I just want to do right by my boy is all. It ain't no bribe, just how things is supposed to be. Shit just cause I'm leaving it to you don't mean you got to live in it. Sell it for all I care, I'll be dead anyway." That made me laugh, breaking the tension in the room. "Look Neville, I know we got a long hard talk coming and I'm sure most of it won't be as civilly worded as that. I did a lot of wrong by you boy, a lesser man would have spit in my face a long time ago. I don't know whether to be sad or impressed by the man you've become without me." 

And that was the end of that for now. Jackie returned with a pitcher of ice water and a stack of cups for me. He started to fill one but I told him to let me do it. It took me about five minutes but I did it, and only with minor spillage. Took care of the straw all on my own too. Progress was a beautiful thing. And before I knew it Brion was back with a soft cast and overnight bag. Our fathers stayed long enough to say goodbye and were out the door. When they were gone Brion shut the door and kissed me long and hard. Now that he didn't have to worry about my breathing, he let go all his pent up feelings but stopped short of climbing up in the bed with me. There wasn't enough room and I wasn't strong enough to force the issue just yet, but I was getting there. He pulled one of the chairs up close to my bed and put his feet up on the edge, took my hand in his. The other was busy working a stress ball, I guessed that was his physical therapy. We didn't talk but the silence was comparable, just being able to look at him was enough. To feel his hand in mine. I kissed it occasionally and he'd look at me with love in his eyes.

"You sure about this Breeze. I mean this would be the perfect time to cut and run. I'm not really in the position to give chase."

"Is that what you want," he asked without looking at me, steadily working the ball in his fist.

"Of course not."

"Aight then, why you asking," he said as if I had offended him and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not trying to be funny Brion," I said and grabbed his chin, turning him to face me but he didn't look up. "The last thing I want is for you to feel trapped out of guilt. I don't want you to look back on this in six months and regret it. I'm not sure if I could take it." He looked at me then, his eyes wet but there was a little smirk playing at his lips. I guessed today was the day for hard conversations.

Brion didn't respond right away, he didn't pull away either, our fingers still laced together. He must have opened and closed his mouth four or five times before he worked out what he wanted to say. "How could I call myself straight when I'm in love with a man...my best friend?" He could have stopped there but he kept going. "You know, when I came to your place that night I was seeing someone. Met her at some fundraiser thing. Cute little Colombian lawyer. Legs for days, phat ass, nice tits. It wasn't serious but she was cool peoples and we enjoyed each other enough that we went on a handful of dates. Then you kissed me and I was all out of sorts. She came to my place one night and I couldn't pull the trigger. I tried to say it was because I drank too much but she knew that wasn't it. She asked me flat out if I was seeing someone else, not because she thought we were exclusive or anything, she made that very clear. Eventually she got it out of me. Not the whole truth but I told her that somebody had come back into my life and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And you know what she says Nev... 'That sounds like love.' I tried to deny it, told her you weren't my usual type but she tells me love doesn't have a shape and that you can't deny it when it slaps you in the face. But you know me bruh, I'm hard headed. I couldn't stop thinking about you and it wasn't like before. You were always on my mind Neville but not like this. Me hanging out with...I was trying to distract myself from those feelings. Thinking maybe it wasn't just about you, that maybe I'm just bi and you kissing me pushed those repressed feelings to the surface. But that wasn't the case. It's you. I can't say I won't get a itch for some pussy every now and then but I got the feeling you'll keep my dick distracted enough that he can't think too hard about it."

"If you let me watch I might not be opposed to it," I said with a smirk and he laughed.

"Yeah that work both ways babyboy...naw naw don't look at me like that. Don't think I forgot about Red," he said and I found myself blushing. "Mmmhmm neither did you. Don't worry bruh, once we get you back right again we gonna have us some fun. Trust."

"I love you bud."

"Yeah, yeah I love you too so stop thinking so hard about this and just let it happen...fuck I forgot," he said and jumped out of the chair. He looked at the clock on the wall and counted on his fingers, mumbling something about it not being too late. He grabbed his bag and came out with his laptop, set it up on my bedside table. "I promised somebody that when you were able that I'd have you call them. Don't be mad." Brion hit couple keys and I heard the computer ring a couple times before he spun the monitor around to face me. "Live from Paris, France Soleil MacIntosh..."

"It's Dallier again actually," she said and I did my best to hide my sneer, but it wasn't good enough. "Oh stop it Neville, at least pretend to be happy to see me," she said with that giggle of hers and I rolled my eyes. "I'm happy to see you," she said and even through the computer I could feel how sincere she was about it. 

"She came to the hospital that night and did a damn good job keeping me from losing my mind those first couple days..."

"I wish I could have stayed longer but I had to get back to my little one," she said with tears in her eyes. The years hadn't done her as badly as I had hoped. She was a little heavier and her hair was in one of those short funky cuts like Rihanna but she was still as beautiful as I remembered. Now it seemed her personality matched. "Brion told me you had some trouble speaking..."

"Not anymore thank God," I said finally and she smiled wide. "Still not moving too much but I don't plan on staying that way too much longer."

"I'm so glad to hear it Neville. Really I am. I've been a wreck over here. I know you might find that hard to believe but I've done some growing up since Ferris was born. I was a snotty little entitled bitch and what I did to you guys was probably the lowest point of my life, ruining a lifelong friendship for shits and giggles. And all the awful things I said about you...I really was a bitch Neville and I'll be forever sorry for it. Whether you forgive me or not."

"Ahhh, I let that go a long time ago Soleil," I said, sincerely and she smiled again. "You let it go too. I can tell you're different. We were kids, I can't hold that against you lil' mama."




New Life Ch. 03



"I'm not so little anymore if you hadn't noticed."

"Oh I noticed but you still bad. I'm gay not blind..."

"Yeah I'm glad you finally let that cat out of the bag," she said with that giggle again and this time I allowed myself to laugh too.

"So you knew huh?"

"Of course I knew," she said and looked at me like I was crazy. "You wasn't fooling nobody with that lame ass kiss."

"Thanks for not telling on me," I said and she smiled, shook her head.

"I was a bitch but I wasn't evil."

"Don't let her fool you Nev," Brion interrupted from his chair. "She hinted like a mufucka every time I brought you up."

"But I never outright said, 'hey ya boy is in love with you,' did I...aight then," she said with a quick roll of her neck and I couldn't help laughing at their bickering. I could only imagine what their marriage was like. "When you're all better promise you'll come visit."

"How awkward will that be visiting my ex-wife with my mans..."

"Who said you were invited," she said with sucked teeth but we both heard the joke in it.

"Aight lil mama I'll do that..."

"We'll do that," Brion interjected and put his head in front of mine to lick his tongue out at Soliel and she responded in kind. I pushed Brion's head away and he mumbled something about having both of us and I shook my head.

"I'm so glad you're better Neville. Really I am. You're in my prayers."

"Thank you."

"Okay boys be good and keep me posted of your progress." She blew us both a kiss and disconnected.

"Did hell freeze over while I was out," I said shaking my head and Brion laughed heartily.

"Naw bruh you can ask that if Pru come in here inviting you to her prayer circles," he said as he put his laptop away. "I know what you mean bruh. That is definitely not the girl I married, or the one I divorced for that matter."

"I'm sure she could say the same about you."

"True enough, bruh, true enough," he said as he sat down on the edge of my bed. He picked my good side and I put my arm around his back, my hand slipped up under his t-shirt to draw circles with my fingertips. He seemed a little softer around the middle but I didn't comment. I didn't much mind either. "I can't wait to get you home," he said and I noticed a bulge growing in his sweat pants.

"Let me see it."

"Quit playing," he said with sucked teeth and tried to push my hand away but I held onto his waistband. He could have gotten me off him easily but he didn't seem that determined, enjoying my touch.

"Come on, just a little peek," I said as I pushed my fingers down into his boxers to grab a nice handful of the ass I loved. To be honest that's really what I wanted to see but I didn't want to risk an erection with the tube running up my shaft. 

"Just a peek, no touching," he said with a raised eyebrow and I pulled my hand back. He smirked and stood up, shaking his head. "You're a mess."

"Hey a brotha deserves a little incentive," I said, then let out a soft moan as he pulled his hardon free up over his waistband. Brion gave it a few strokes, releasing a short stream of clear precum which he wiped away with his thumb. "Please," I begged and he smirked as he slipped his finger into my mouth.

"Aight now go to sleep," he said as he pulled his finger out of my mouth and gave my rough beard a stroke. Brion lean down and kissed me softly, gave my bottom lip a nibble before he pulled away. But he didn't go back to the chair, instead he cranked me down and went to unfold the couch. Wrapped up in his blanket it wasn't long before he was asleep.

I didn't have it so easy. My mind raced at all the changes going on around me but my anxiety wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I was just unsure of what the next day might bring. Everything was so new. Bright. But there was a little doubt tugging at the back of my mind. I was in a good space before and that nearly saw my end. Maybe it wasn't as good as I thought. Maybe I needed this last bit of struggle to truly face that last bit of self-doubt. To see how much I meant to those around me. To prove that Brion really did want more than a friendship, that I wasn't a disappointment to my father. Proof that they loved me. Or maybe it was for them, but I hated to think that I was used as a pawn in a cosmic game of fate. With all this on my mind, I barely slept and was wide awake when the doctor came in the next morning.

"So we're getting rid of those last tethers today right big guy," Dr. Steinerman said with a fist pump. He was a pretty cool guy, patient, never seemed to be in a rush to get out of my room. Handsome in a straight laced sort of way but he'd let enough swears slip in my presence that I knew he could cut loose when the time was right. "The IV port stays until you get discharged but no more bags so you have to make sure you keep yourself hydrated. Still no showers though until those staples come out in about a week," he said with a smirk. He was teasing me and I let him know how much I appreciated it with a hard look. He laughed and said," Alright, alright let's get to it shall me." He slipped on a pair of gloves and pulled the blankets to one side. Counting back from three he took hold of the tube and pulled it unceremoniously from my dick. "Now the first time you go, there might be a little discomfort but it shouldn't last. And when you do go make sure you do it in the urinal so it gets measured. You can let that breath you been holding out now," he said with a chuckle and I did. "I already changed your diet so you should be getting some food soon. I know you're going to want to bulk back up but take it slow. Give your body time to make these last adjustments. And PT going to start today too, get you up and moving around."

"I thought that already started," I asked between sips of water and he shook his head.

"That was occupational. Just to get you going doing things like standing and washing up on your own. This is going to kick your ass back into gear. I hear your guy over there is a personal trainer so I'm sure he won't mind giving you a little extra homework. Just don't overdo it."

"So when he finally gets out of here," Brion chimed in, shocking both the doctor and I. "Is he going to have to go to a rehab facility?"

"That's completely up to him and how well he does with PT. You're making good progress Neville. I don't want to get your hopes up but I was looking at maybe trying to get you out of here sometime next week. If that shoulder heals the way the rest of your wounds did then it shouldn't be an issue but you have to be able to do a few things first."

"Poop, pee, and walk," Brion said and the doctor laughed.

"Simple as that," he said shaking his head. "Just pace yourself." 

I planned on it. The last thing I wanted was to end up back in the ICU because I got over zealous. I was still anxious but there was a more positive spin to it this time around. I looked over at Brion and he smiled at me, came over to sit on the edge of my bed. "So let's get going shall we," he said and I nodded. He got me all set up to wash up in bed, like he had been doing since I woke up. The first few day he did it for me, even brushed my teeth and held the spitune for me to rinse. If that's not love I don't know what is. But as I became more independent, he urged me to do as much on my own as I could. Now all he did was lay everything out for me and left me to it to go into the bathroom to freshen himself up. He left the door open and peeked out every now and then to make sure I was doing okay but that was the extent of his help. "So I brought you shorts, sweats, and a couple of zip up hoodies in case you tired of the johnny altogether. And sneakers too."

"Well let's do the damn thing," I said and he smirked, pulled the table away and helped me get my feet over the edge of the bed. When I started to try and stand he stopped me with a hand on my good shoulder and shook his head.

"Not yet. You not steady enough just yet," he said as he got down in front of me and worked my feet into the shorts. He got them too my knees and put my hand on his shoulder. "Aight you stand I'll pull 'em up the rest of the way."

"No peeking," I said and eased myself up. 

"Yeah, whatever bruh. Just don't hold your breathe when you move," he said as he worked my pants up. "Sit," he told me, steadying me with his hands on my hips. "You want to gamble on the hospital food or you want me to go get you something," he asked as he helped me get settled back into the bed and I made a face. "Yeah that's what I thought. Coffee?"

"God yes!"

"Any other requests?"

"Of course but you want me to keep them to myself," I said with a wink and he shook his head.

"You want to try for a piss before I go?"

"Nope I'm still empty as far as I can feel but the bottle's in reach so I should be okay," I said and he nodded, told me he'd be right back.

I took the opportunity of alone time to shut my eyes for a little bit. I had the urge to test my equipment but I thought it best to wait a little bit, let him get over the trauma of invasion before I started beating up on him. Honestly I wanted to wait, something for us to do together. My eyes closed, I allowed my mind to wander back to the last time we were together. I hadn't allowed myself to think too hard about it before, not wanting to remember how it ended. Too afraid that somehow my survival was a dream and if I relived that moment I might change my fate, but I was over that now. I allowed myself to remember how he looked up at me, how his body felt beneath mine, his strong legs around my waist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have lift off," I said quietly to myself as I admired my hardon. It hurt a little but not enough for me to try and force it down. I still didn't want to risk cumming so eventually after a few moments I willed it away gradually and drifted off with a kool-aid smile on my face.

I woke up to a quick tap tap on my door and in walked my new nurse and a big guy whose face was vaguely familiar. It took me a moment but eventually his name came to me as he recognized me.

"Jeremiah Branch, how the hell are you" I said as I eased myself forward and smiled wide as he came over to my bed. We played football together from pee-wees all the way through high school but he went all the way across country to play and we lost touch.

"Neville Sinclair," he said as he shook my hand and glanced around the room. "Where's your sidekick?" He smirked when he said it and I laughed.

"Don't let him hear you say that."

"I'm just saying I know you guys are...well you started..."

"Yeah," I said with a raised eyebrow, expected something negative but he waved his hand at me.

"Oh stop it, it's 2015. I just don't want to call it something that yall don't approve of....anyway Let Carrie do what she has to, we'll catch up while we work you out," he said looking at the nurse who seemed none too pleased about being overlooked.

"Well that's nice of you Jerry," she said and he rolled his eyes. He hated being called Jerry and I bet she knew it. "Like he said I'm Carrie and I'll be your nurse until seven tonight. How's your pain...1-10?"

"Seven," I said and she gave a stiff nod.

"That's pretty good since you haven't had anything since last night. The Doc's got you on PO percs every six hours. You haven't eaten yet have you?" I shook my head and she frowned a little. "Let me get you some crackers so these stay down. I don't recommend skipping the dose before PT."

"I'll grab 'em so you can finish up," Jeremiah said halfway out the door and Carrie shook her head.

"I see the cath came out too. Have you peed yet?" Again I shook my head. "Any discomfort?"

"Not really."

"0-10?" she said with a raised eyebrow and I chuckled.

"Two," I said with a shrug and smirked a little.

"That's good. Keep drinking though, even if you're not thirsty, so your brain gets used to the urge again. And make sure you do it in the urinal so I can measure it." Loud talking in the hall made us both turn to the door. Carrie went to shut it but Jeremiah came followed by Breeze. "So you guys know each other huh?"

"Yup, he blocked for me almost all our lives..."

"You went to Carter High?"

"Yup, go Bulldogs," I said with a fist pump. "Class of '04." 

"Class of '06," she said with a smile. "I'm sure you don't remember me. I was pretty nondescript in high school. My sister was your year though, Abby Curtis...well Branch now," she said with an eye roll and I couldn't hold my laughter.

"That's why you guys seem so friendly," I said and Jeremiah came over and gave her head a rough rub, forcing a few flyaways out of her slick bun.

"What?! You got married," Breeze said as he set down my coffee, a paper bowl, and a bagel on my table.

"Yeah man, couldn't shake her," he said with a wink at Carrie, who sucked her teeth. "Messed around and got her pregnant our sophomore year. We were going to anyway but that just sped it along a little bit," he said as he pulled out his phone. "Dallas is 8 and Mercy is 3," he said of the two little people on his cellphone wallpaper. They were an almost perfect mix of the two of them, though Dallas looked more like his mother and Mercy looked more like her father. "Best thing that ever happened to me those three," he said and I noticed the small smile that came to Carrie's lips at that. 

"Get some of that bagel down so you can take your meds and I can excuse myself from this jock fest," she said and I did as she asked. 

I know it was probably my imagination but it was the best bagel I'd ever had. No cream cheese, no butter. It wasn't even toasted but fuck if it wasn't delicious. I could hear myself making humming noises as I chewed. I took a long sip of coffee between bites and it was like heaven in my mouth. And Carrie, bless her heart, let me finish eating before she handed me the dixie cup of pills and filled a cup of water for me. I downed it as fast as I could so I could get back to the best breakfast ever, but after a few more sips of coffee I was stuffed. Then there was another familiar feeling.

"I gotta get up," I said in a rush and flipped the blankets off. Carrie rushed back over and grabbed a bin, thinking I was going to throw up. "Naw I gotta pee."

"Well you don't have to get up for that," she said as she handed me the urinal. But I didn't really trust that I could keep it in.

"I think I'd rather stand," I told her and Jeremiah came over to help me up. He held me at my hips as I worked myself out of my shorts and into the mouth of the urinal, not wanting to risk any spillage. Just before my flow started I glanced over at Breeze, sitting on the couch by the window and he winked at me. He'd gotten his peek, maybe not the way either of us wanted but the results was the same. "I haven't pissed in front of this many people since I was locked up," I said when I was done and everybody had a nice laugh. Carrie took the urinal in her gloved hand, eyeballed it then disposed of it.

"Any discomfort," she asked as she washed her hands and I told her zero. "Well that's good news. I'm going to make my rounds. Don't work him too hard Jeremiah. Call me if you need me Neville."

"Alright fun times over," Jeremiah said as he eased me back down to the bed, but he didn't let me lay back down. He raised it a little so my feet were flat on the floor and helped me scoot back a little so my legs were at a 90 degree angle. 

We started off simple enough. He had me raise my right arm a few times then made me hold it up for counts of 10 as he applied a little pressure. Then there were the leg lifts. Before long he had me up, and made me stand for a few counts unassisted before he helped me ease back down. I never knew how much work something as simple as standing and sitting might be until this moment. I was sweating and breathing hard by the time he looped a belt around my waist to walk the few paces to the bathroom and back. We did that three times and by the time we were done, I wasn't all that happy to see him anymore. 

"You did great for your first go at it," he said as he helped settle me into my recliner. "I want you out of the bed as much as possible. It's only for sleeping now, not for lounging. If you're awake you get your ass in this chair and keep your muscles working, especially your legs and your core. You get those strong again you won't have much trouble moving around. I'll be back tomorrow and we'll see about getting you a crutch or a cane to help with your stability."

"I got a ton of stuff at the house I could bring him," Brion said and Jeremiah raised an eyebrow. "Resistance bands, an exercise ball, stuff like that."

"Ohhhh, aight that'll work," he said with an uneasy chuckle and Brion shook his head. "Personal trainer...that's right."

"I don't even want to know what you thought he meant."

"Hey man, I don't know what you guys are into these days," he said, but I heard the humor in it loud and clear. Brion didn't, but I cooled his venom with a look. "A little work on the ball and some light resistance bands would do him a world of good," Jeremiah continued as if he hadn't noticed Brion's glare and I was glad for it. "I'll be back tomorrow but a little later in the day. Weekdays are crazy around here but I already told my boss I want you on my roster and he didn't mind as long as I could see all my other assignments."

"Don't short anybody on account of me bud," I said in the hopes that we might skip tomorrow and he laughed.

"Nope you not getting rid of me that easy. I'll work overtime if I have to," he said with a clap to my back. "I don't like what happened to you guys, not one bit, and I'll be damned if I don't help make you right again."

"I appreciate that Jeremiah," I said and gave him my hand to shake. He swatted it away and leaned down to give me a bear hug.

"It's good to see you guys again, the circumstances could be better but hey we play the cards we dealt right," he said and Brion chuckled a little. "Alright enough with the love fest I gotta get back to work. Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow bud," I said and he nodded on his way out the door. 

"You know I never like that fucker," Brion said when the door closed and I burst out laughing. "What's funny bruh?"

"You are...sound a little jealousy to me Breezy baby," I said with a smirk and he flipped me the bird. "What I'm saying, yall was all laughs in the hallway then he started working on me. I felt you stewing bud, that's all I'm saying."

"Fuck you Neville." He laughed when he said it though and dragged one of the chairs over to sit beside me. "When your Pop comes, I'll go grab the stuff from home."

"You know you don't have to stay here all the time," I said and put my hand over his mouth. "I love that you're here Breeze, you know that, but shit I'm bored half the time..." He kissed my palm and pushed my hand away.

"I'd rather be bored with you than wondering how you are alone," he said with his hand on my face and I leaned into his palm. Brion kissed me softly and looked me in the eye, our noses almost touching. "If you want me to go I will but don't do me no favors trying to push me away."

"I'm not...and I don't want you to go. I just figured you might want to get back to normal."

"I don't even know what that means anymore bruh," he said, a little sullen, and leaned into me. I slipped my arm around him and kissed the top of his head. Brion settled onto my chest and took a long deep breath. 

It occurred to me then that his presence probably wasn't so much about being with me as it was about being anywhere but his house. Our house now. No matter the work Tyler and the guys put in erasing the evidence, I'm sure it still haunted him. I was too busy trying to get well to dwell on it but I'm sure it wasn't that easy for him. I could only imagine what it was like for him to be there alone. We'd have to talk about it, he might even have to see someone to help him deal with it but for now we could keep pretending that everything was mostly alright.




New Life Ch. 03



Our father's came with lunch from Margie and for the first time my Dad seemed at ease in our presence. He teased me about Brion helping me eat, saying that I was just stretching this out to be doted on and I accepted it with a shrug. Brion left shortly after we were done and I took the opportunity of his absence to talk to his Pop about how he was doing. Mac confirmed my suspicions about him avoiding being home alone, even after Margie blessed it, saying that he'd only slept there twice since the incident. He hoped that my moving in might help ease some of his anxiety.

"Right now he got a damn good excuse not to be there at all long as you here," Mac said, telling me something I already knew.

"What if you gave him a reason to be home," my father said and we both looked at him. I could feel my nostrils flaring and Mac laughed a little. "Dammit if that's not my face. I mean have him move your stuff from your old place. It's not like you're gonna be any help anytime soon so why not do it while you're still here."

"Yeah and you know how he is," Mac said with a chuckle. "He won't be able to just bring it in and leave it the middle of his living room. Take him at least a day to get it all squared away. You'll have to tell your friends to be conveniently unavailable."

"That won't work. Gianni will want to help him sort it all out. He likes that kind of stuff." He also liked playing therapist but I kept that to myself. The two of them sorting through my belongings and rearranging things would give them lots of time to talk it out. It might work.

*****

Between Jeremiah and Brion, by the end of the week I was able to get up out of bed unassisted. Even with my arm still in the sling I was moving up and down the halls pretty steady with my crutch. All my other functions were going just as well. Even my build was starting to harden back up again. The weight loss I hadn't minded but the loss of tone was starting to bother me. Brion pinching at my love handles wasn't helping my self-esteem, even if they were always followed by kisses. So needless to say I'd become a pest about getting out. Any time anybody wearing scrubs came into my room I asked if they knew when I was going home. 

It had been a week and a half since my last surgery, and I was about ready to sign myself out. But Brion did well keeping me distracted, helping me channel my frustrations into working myself out. Anytime I started to get the least bit agitated, he had me sit on the ball until I centered myself. That's where I was when the doctor strolled in one morning after breakfast.

"How's my favorite patient doing this fine morning," he said and all I could do was grunt. I wasn't in the mood for talking, no matter how small. I wanted out and he knew it. I don't know what it was with everybody thinking it was a good move to toy with my freedom. "That good huh," he said with a smirk as he took a seat on the couch next to Brion. "Getting ansty is he?"

"Yall better be glad these windows don't open or there'd be a sheet rope dangling down the side of this building," Brion said and I glared at him. 

"So I take it somebody's ready to get out of here?"

"Da fuck you think," I snapped at him and Brion shook his head but the doctor only smirked. "I'm glad yall think it's funny."

I heard the rustle of papers behind me but I didn't look, focusing on a point on the wall to keep myself balanced. "This is something usually left for the nurse but I couldn't deprive myself of this moment." He sat forward and held the papers in my line of sight. I only needed to read the first line to know what they were. I nearly hit the floor but Brion was quick and caught me around my middle, hoisted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. "I figured that might make you a little more friendly big guy," he said with a smile before he went over my discharge paperwork. Brion listened intently, I was in another world. I was going home, that's the only instruction I really cared to think about. I could read the rest of it once I got there. "I already had them call for your wheelchair," he said once he was done and I'd signed everything. "Keep you from trying to make a break for it. Get yourself dressed and they should be here to get you shortly." Dr. Steinerman got up and stuck out his hand. "It was a pleasure helping you recover Neville," he said as we shook.

"Thanks doc...and I'm sorry about earlier," I said as I stood and he waved my apology off.

"I've heard worse."

And like that he was gone. The next hour or so went by in a blur and before I knew it we were pulling into the driveway. I noticed one thing immediately and he knew it before I said it.

"It's in the garage under a tarp," Brion said as he rubbed my thigh. "We took good care of it while you were gone. Paid your insurance and everything. Come on lets go inside."

I could tell from the outside that something was different about his place. The once detached garage sat flush against the side of the house and the porch was now screened in and jutted out a little further from the house. There was a fence around the back yard now that was as tall as zoning codes would allow. From the outside it looked more like a home, but inside saw the most dramatic changes. Where there was hardwood before, now was lush carpet. Gone where the leather recliners, replaced by a plush sectional. The wall that divided the second bedroom from the living room was gone doubling the size of the little alcove that once served as his home office. Now the exercise equipment that was once in the basement was upstairs, free weights lined the walls along with an elliptical machine and universal weight bench. Brion tossed the ball and his bag in that direction as we came inside, paused to slip off his sneakers then squatted down to help me out of mine.

"Nice right," he said with a smile and I nodded in agreement. "Come on and see the bedroom." I left my crutch by the door and Breeze shook his head. He wasn't all that comfortable with me moving around without it, though I think it was just to be contradictory to Jeremiah's advice to slowly reduce my dependence on it. As long as I was comfortable, and not going too far, he said it was perfectly fine to go ahead with my plan not to use it around the house.

It seemed smaller but that was only because the bed was bigger, a king-sized sleigh bed with upholstered head and footboards. The walls were painted a soft grayish blue instead of the lame eggshell they were before and the floor was an even more plush carpet than the living room. So soft that I felt myself sinking a little with each step. The most unexpected thing was in a silver frame on the nightstand.

"Where the hell did you find that," I asked of the picture of us. We were probably 10 or ll, flexing at the beach.

"You know my moms took tons of pictures of all of us when we were kids. It was just a matter of finding the right one," he said as I picked it up for a closer look. "Look how scrawny you were."

"Yeah and you had boobs before most of the girls in our class," he said with a poke to my stomach before he took it and put it back. He put his arms around me and I leaned down to kiss him on the neck. "It's cool though right...I mean I figured since you were coming to stay that it should look like you live here too, you know. Paris and Gianni helped a lot, speaking of which we owe her a night of babysitting for her trouble."

"So, did you guys talk at all," I asked, feigning nonchalance and he laughed. I don't know why I even tried anymore.

"Yeah we talked you not slick...and I already made an appointment to talk to somebody about what happened," he said, the last in a rush like he was ripping off a band-aid. "And I'm going back to work next week. Now that you're all healed up, I can get myself back together."

"That's the best news I heard all day," I said and he looked up at me like he didn't believe me. "What, I'm being real Breeze."

"Yeah, aight bruh," he said with a smirk as he pulled away. "I wasn't expecting you to get out today so it's jack shit in the fridge but ketchup and mayo. I'll go grab a few things and pick up your prescription. You want anything special," he asked and I raised an eyebrow. "You'll be aight by yourself for a little bit...I mean I could go tomorrow...I don't..."

"Brion, chill I'll be fine."

"Aight, aight," he said and threw up his hands. "I'll be back in a few. Call me if you think of anything."

When I heard the door shut I decided to do some poking around to get used to my new surroundings. I went through all the drawers, determining which were mine, and wasn't surprised to find that there were three empty in my designated dresser. My half of the closet had barely anything in it either, unlike Breeze's that was chock full of any article of clothing a man might need. All manner of hats and ties, vests and cardigans, I was going to have to step my fashion game up if I was going to keep up with him. I ventured into the bathroom next and was surprised to see the work that was done there too. It nearly twice as large, the stand up shower had doubled in size and a stone seat had been added at the back. There was a jacuzzi bath with a skylight above it and a little flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I knew the guys did good work but even I was impressed by how much had been done. There was nothing left of that awful night, hell it barely looked like the same house. I couldn't help but think that that was by design but I wouldn't complain about it. Whatever Brion needed to do to get through what happened to us, I would be there for him.

Not before a nap. I was super excited to be able to roll over in bed again but a shower seemed like a better place to start. It felt like the first shower after prison it was so good, the only difference was that I resisted the urge to rub one out. I wanted to wait for him to help release the tension in my crotch, I figured what better way to get over the memory of our last night together than to make new ones. By the time I was done, my shoulder was sore and I was exhausted but I still did my stretches before I lay down in the middle of the bed. For the hell of it, I rolled back and forth a few times before I settled and turned on the tv.

I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I heard Brion come back in. He called my name a couple 

time before I answered him with a grunt and rolled back over. I heard him chuckle at the door and go back to the kitchen to loudly put away the groceries. The smell of food almost got me out of bed but my comfort level outweighed my hunger at the moment so I stayed prone.

"How's your shoulder," he yelled from the kitchen and again I grunted. "Want anything for it?"

"Cigarette and a beer," I mumbled and he laughed.

"Well babyboy you gotta get up for that. No squares in the house," he said and I groaned. "Yeah well, the rules are few but that's pretty high up there. That's why I got the porch screened in." I rolled my eyes, but I got up. Pulled on a tank top and some sweats as I made my way to down the hall. He smiled at me as I came around the corner and the grumpiness drained out of me in an instant. 

There was a bottle of my favorite microbrew and a box of my brand on the counter. I kissed him a thank you, grabbed both and went out to the porch to enjoy them, and some fresh air. Neither lasted long. The beer was gone in two chugs and I put the cigarette out halfway through, already a little lightheaded. The door closed and latched, I stripped down on my way back to bed. I heard the shower running and smiled, hoping Brion might join me when he was done. I heard a few grunts from through the door and resisted the urge to join him. I knew what he was doing, taking the edge off to delay his next climax. My dick stiffen with anticipation and by the time the shower turned off, there was a massive tent in the sheets. He was still drying off when he came into the bedroom, that cocky smirk on his face. God I missed that look.

"Still want that peek," he said as he strutted over to the bed. My mouth watered at the sight of him, his skin still dewy from the shower. His dick was soft now but I planned to rectify that, as did he. Brion stood on the side of the bed and ran his tip across my lips, teasing me with drips of his precum. But I'd chosen this side of the bed for a reason. I wrapped my uninjured arm around his waist.

"Fuck a peek," I mumbled just before I took him into my mouth. We moaned together and he grabbed my head in one hand, my free hand in the other. We started off slowly, his strokes shallow. The caresses to my neck and chest were tender, loving. 

That wasn't what I wanted. His head back, eyes closed he may not have noticed me wet a finger but he felt it run along the crack of his ass to find his hole. His knees buckled as I pressed against it and he shoved into my throat with a grunt. With my nipple tight between his fingers, Brion started to pump my throat with reckless abandon, gagging me with every other thrust as I worked my finger in his ass.

"Fuck I missed this mouth babyboy...I wasn't even trying to give it to you like this... just yet but shit bruh... if that's how you want it... I'm can't...shit.. deny you," he grunted as he gave my nipple a twist. Before I knew it he was tearing back the sheets and working his fist along my shaft as he abused my throat. I heard him spit and felt him push it down beneath my balls. "I gotta get inside you babyboy...let me get inside you," he said as he yanked his cock out of my mouth with so much force I nearly wretched. I watched him breathlessly as he lined himself up, his hand never leaving my cock though he slowed his stroke as he pushed my legs open.

I called his name as he pushed into me, gripped his torso in my thigh, forcing him the rest of the way. His dick was good and sloppy from my blowjob so he slid right in. "Fuck Breeze you feel so good," I moaned as I gave him not so tender love bites on his chest. He stopped short of pulling out and grind into me, allowing me the pleasure of his length as he lean down and force his tongue into my mouth. I wasn't going to last much longer with his tip pressed firmly against his prostate and he knew it. I could tell by that cocky grin as he sat up to plow into me. 

His thrusts were hard and hungry, giving me all of him with every stroke. And I loved every bit, held onto him tight, my hands firm on his ass. My shoulder screamed with the reaching but I couldn't let go. Wouldn't let go as he battered me with his shaft.

"Fuck I love you baby...I'm so glad you home...You gonna get this dick whenever you want it you hear me...whenever...just show me that ass and I'll slide right in...I promise baby fuck I promise," he grunted over and over again and I didn't doubt him. Not one bit, but I couldn't tell him. So close to cumming I couldn't even speak. All I could do was say his name between breaths as I fisted the sheets. "That's right bruh...get that nut out so I can get the next one...I owe you a ride," he said with a smirk and that was it. I couldn't take it anymore and shot volley after volley of cum all over us, the sheets, the headboard, and probably the ceiling, too.

I didn't have anytime to revel in it though, as soon as I finished shooting he was pulling out and straddling my face. I didn't need to be told what he wanted, reached up and grabbed him at the hips. My tongue lead the way as I buried my face in his ass. I missed the way he responded to my touch. The way his back arched with every slap to his ass. His whimpers of pleasure as my tongue pushed past his rim. God I loved the sounds he made. Especially when he begged for more, begged me to open him up. To get him ready to take me. Loved it even more when his love sounds were muffled by my dick in his mouth. When he started to gag himself I had to push him off me, not wanting to blow another load.

"Get on it," I said with a grunt as I flipped him over and he scrambled to get into the nightstand. I started to question him until I saw the bottle he came away with and he poured a generous amount down my hardon. "Naw face me...I wanna look at you," I demanded with my hand on his wrist and yanked him forward. I would pay for it later but at the moment I didn't care about anything other than him getting on my dick.

"Yes sir," he mumbled and I was slightly taken aback. Not enough to question it, or stop him from readying himself for my entrance. His breaths were slow and long as he hovered over my tip. As much as I wanted to push up I remained patient.

"Take your time Breezy baby...remember what I told you...don't clench up on me..." He put his finger to my lips to shut me up and I laughed a little, focused on the places where our bodies met. His toes tucked under my ribs. My hands running up and down his calves. His hands, one on my chest the other gripping me at my base. With a long slow breath, Brion pushed himself down on me but when I thought he might pause, he forced himself all the way down. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut tight, he sat in my lap a few minutes before he moved.

Gingerly at first, slowly rocking himself back and forth. And still I remained patient, and silent, allowing him get used to my girth inside him. This was only the second time I'd been inside him and I doubted he got any practice in while I was in the hospital so I was impressed by how well he took me. Slowly he dropped his knees down to the bed and opened his eyes, a lazy smile made its way to his lips as he looked me in the eye.

"I'm not even gonna front bruh," he moaned as he grind his hips into me. "This ain't half bad."

"Oh really...so you won't mind if I move around a little bit," I teased. I didn't wait for his response and made a short thrust upwards.

"Muthafuckathatsgood," he groaned all in one breath and I did it again and again until he started to bounce a little.

We were fucking in no time. His ass smacked against my thighs. The bed rocked hard and I was sure there were dents in the wall from the headboard banging into it, especially when Brion gripped it for leverage as he picked up the pace. His hard cock thudded into my stomach on every down stroke with such force that it started to sting a little so I grabbed it in my fist and worked it in time with his bounce. Before long he was mumbling that he was close, but he didn't have to tell me. I could feel his fuckhole contracting around my cock, felt his dick throb in my fist.

"Come with me Nev...I wanna feel it all at once...please let me feel it," he begged and I couldn't deny him. It didn't take much for me to catch up to him, especially when the first blast of his load hit my chin. We went shot for shot after that and he moaned my name as I filled him to the brim.

I came so hard I swear I went blind for a minute but I regained my sight just in time to see the lusty look on Brion's sweat slick face as he collapsed on top of me. With a wiggle of his hips, Brion released me from his canal and relaxed into me, making me grimace a little. I tried to hide it but he felt my body tense and tried to pull away but I held him tight, rolled us over to lay on our sides. 

"I'm sorry," he started to say but I stopped him with my lips. "I didn't mean..." And I kissed him again before he got my point and laughed. "Aight, aight," he said as he slid out of bed. I didn't comment on the visible waddle in his step. The shower was running again but it didn't last long, he was back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth to wipe me down. "I think we can skip your workout for today," he said when he was done and I gave him a thumbs up.

"A rub down would be nice though," I suggested as I sat up to put my arms around him and he rolled his eyes. "Maybe take that nice new jacuzzi for a spin." That loosened his lips a little, but he still pulled away and tossed me my sweats. He waited for me to get them on and pulled me up. "Remind me again why I'm getting up."




New Life Ch. 03



"Because you need to eat and get a little more fresh air," he said as he left me in the bedroom. "And call your dad."

I grabbed my phone off the dresser and headed back outside, smirked when I saw another beer and my smokes on the table. My first sip down, cigarette lit, I called my father. I didn't know his cell so I took a chance on my old house number. I didn't think about the fact that his wife might answer but she picked up before I could disconnect.

"Jones, Sinclair residence," she said in her high pitched tone, and I was immediately reminded of how much I hated her voice. "Hello...Hello..."

"Uhh yeah...Ms. Pru...my Dad home?" I heard her breath catch, then a long silence before she hung up on me. Any anxiety I felt at the possibility of speaking to her turned to anger as I hit redial. I wasn't a kid anymore and I would gladly reciprocate any disrespect she doled out twofold. It rang twice and she wasn't as cheery when she answered. Even left out the formal greeting.

"Hello," she said and I could feel the disgust in her tone.

"That's about the last time you disrespect me in my father's house Prudence," I said quietly and I heard her gasp. But she didn't hang up. "If I knew his number I wouldn't be calling, last thing I want is to talk to your ignorant ass. Now put my father on the phone."

"He ain't here," she snapped, but she still didn't hang up.

"That's all you had to say in the first place." I told her and hung up, but just as I laid it down on my lap, it rang. I checked the number and sucked my teeth as I answered. "What do you want?"

"Neville," I heard my father say, his tone equally agitated. "You just call here?"

"Yeah but she said you wasn't there..."

"I heard...I'm sitting right here," he said and I heard her talking loud in the background about "that heathen calling the house". "Sorry about that. Wish you would have called my phone."

"I would have if I had the number...Hol up Pop my other line."

"That's me click over," he said and I did, to hear him giving his wife the business. "...ain't about to let you between us no more..."

"Pop," I said with a smirk. I didn't want to cause any discord in his home life but it was nice to hear my father stand up for me. For us. "Don't worry about it. It's not that serious."

"Maybe for you," he said and I heard a door close. "How you doing son? Home I take it?"

"Pretty good...Yeah I'm home now."

"Good, good. I'm glad to hear it boy. How'd the move go," he asked innocently and I laughed.

"Well I guess. He's going back to work next week and going to see somebody sometime soon. Thanks for the idea," I told him and he sucked his teeth.

"Just doing my fatherly duty is all," he said nonchalantly but I could hear his appreciation for my gratitude. "I just want you to be happy Neville and you can't be if your...uhhh... partner isn't. I ignored you and your well being too long..."

"I know Pop I know," I said, cutting off his apology. I'd had enough of that, now I just wanted to see if we could have a normal relationship. "So how's things with you?"

"In a word, tense," he said with a chuckle and I laughed. "But you let me worry about that. If she go, she go, ain't much I can do about it. Mac insists I cut my losses but I can't just kick her out."

"Well there is this thing called divorce Pop. Don't know if you heard of it," I said and he laughed. "I'm mean I'm saying why be unhappy. It's not like back in the day. Folks is dating in old folks homes..."

"Aight now, boy, you pushing it," my father said but he was still laughing. "But I hear what you saying. Mac's told me much of the same, just sounds better coming from somebody my own age I guess."

"I just want you to be happy Pop, same as you want for me. I love you Pop."

"Yeah I love you too son. I'll come by and visit with you in a few days. Let yall get... uhh...situated," he said and I smiled at his implication.

"Yeah, just call first aight."

"Why you think I ain't rushing over there now," he said with a chuckle. "Aight son, I'll talk to you."

"Aight Pop, later."

Brion came out almost on cue, with a big smile on his face. He'd been listening by the door but he wasn't one to admit it. He deposited a styrofoam container on my lap and sat down beside me. I nearly jumped out of my chair when I popped the top to find coconut shrimp tacos, maduros, and rice and beans. He winked at me when I looked over at him, disbelief plan on my face.

"Gianni said he'll be by tomorrow with Ty. I told him come through tonight but he said and I quote, 'Why so yall can make me feel awkward with your love?'."

"That sounds about right," I said with my mouth full and Brion shook his head. "I kinda wanted to be alone anyway. Our first night at home."

"I like the way you say that."

"What?"

"Home...sounds good," he said with that grin of his and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah we'll see how long that last when I start leaving my draws on the floor," I said and he laughed.

"Won't be no different than when we was in school..."

"Can't pile all my dirty laundry on the bed. It's yours too now remember," I said with a raised eyebrow and he looked up as if he were contemplating that very fact.

"Fuck!"

We finished eating without another word, stealing glances at each other every now and then. The same thought was in both our heads I'm sure. We were really doing this. Shacking up. Playing house. And I wasn't the least bit worried about it anymore. We hadn't talked about our relationship since I woke up from surgery, there wasn't really any need. I was comfortable, for once in my life. The fact that he was so sure helped a little. That was how it had always been between us, him diving headlong into everything and me following questioningly behind. Why should now be any different?



New Life Ch. 04



With all the voices in my head, I had never felt so alone. Every single day was a trial, and one which became more and more difficult to endure. I heard their thoughts, felt their emotions, listened to their darkest fantasies. People were so much different inside than out. The sweetest people could have the darkest desires, the meanest people the ones who needed to be loved the most. Contradiction was everywhere, but nowhere more than in me.

I had been given a power. Sometimes I saw it as a blessing, other times as a curse. I could look into the mind of anyone I met, I could control their actions, yet the only person I wanted to control was myself. I had used my powers to do morally reprehensible things, acts that sickened me and filled me with remorse, yet deep down I still desired to use my powers in such ways. I had an almost daily reminder of what I had done with my constant trips to the rehab section for physio to rebuild my shattered body and my somewhat strained interactions with the physiotherapist Sarah. She was oblivious to it all of course, her memories wiped.

Then there was the nurse Jenny, who still was the woman of my dreams. It had started with a blow job; it had ended with a loving embrace. Again she knew nothing of what I had done to her, what I had made her do. She didn't remember the nights she slid naked up and down my hard shaft, how she moaned in ecstasy as we made love, how I had used her body in every way my broken frame could do. I still dreamt of her of course, of her large breasts on her slender frame. I could still feel the tightness of her pussy as she slid down on top of me. I could taste her lips as she kissed me hungrily after an orgasm had washed over her. The temptation was there every day to take her again, to make her give me the sexual release I so craved. More than that, I had to fight the urge to make her love me once again. It was that, beyond everything else, that I craved so desperately.

The weeks rolled by and I grew stronger, both in mind and body. I learnt to have more control over the thoughts, particularly in crowded areas. It was no longer overwhelming to be surrounded by people and I could pick and choose who I wanted to listen to. Often would try to listen to nobody at all, but that was far more difficult to achieve. My own thoughts were focussed entirely on getting better, and I was succeeding. Each day brought new strength to my aching body. My broken bones healed after a short time. I took my first tentative steps unaided. I was defying the medics who had predicted I wouldn't walk again. Sarah said she had never seen anyone who quite clearly embodied the phrase 'mind over matter' before. She wasn't wrong. My mind was clearly now my biggest asset, but sadly my biggest concern.

Finally the time came to leave the hospital. My recovery wasn't complete, but it was far enough along now to allow me to return home which was a massive relief. This had become too difficult, too much of a trial. I wasn't strong enough, not brave enough to resist much longer. Jenny, the nurse who had so tempted me, who was both my dream and nightmare, was there every day and it scared the hell out of me. How could I resist such a perfect creature when I was so imperfect? I dare any man to show the courage that I did.

She was there of course on the final day. How could she not be? One final trial before leaving my prison, one final temptation. She first appeared as I was changing clothing, a startled apology as she walked in on me pulling up my pants. Of course, this wasn't the first time she had seen my exposed flesh. Far from it in fact. She had been the girl who had stroked my thick cock, who had lavished love on it with her tongue, who had spent hours sliding up and down, lathering it with her wetness. But these were memories only for me, hers having been deleted weeks before. To her I was just a patient again, but to me, we were lost lovers who could not be together. Yes, I had romanticised what we had. It was the only way I could cope with the guilt of making this woman do things she would never have done otherwise.

Finally it was time. My belongings were packed, my time over. Again she was there, in the doorway. We said our goodbyes, and I watched as she walked out of my life. It was torture, it was pain, it was anguish. It was right. Yet still, deep in my heart, I craved her. I craved her touch, her embrace, her love; even though I knew it wasn't real. Her love for me was a myth, one of my own creations. Yet still I craved her. I was lost in my dream as I took one final look around my room. And then it happened, the moment that changed everything. It started with the most simple of statements, but one that was entirely accurate.

"You're an idiot."

I turned, startled. It was a voice I didn't recognise, one laced with disgust that was all too familiar. This wasn't the first time I had been called an idiot, and certainly not the first time I had been deserving of such a statement. Yet my face was full of shock, not because of what had been said, but because of who had said it. I looked him up and down. His sharp black suit. His crisp white shirt. His shoes with an improbably shine. His poker face, hidden by the dark glasses. His short black hair, almost military. If anyone fit the bill of "spook", it was this man. What marked him out from every other man in this hospital and beyond, was that he had no thoughts. He had no emotion. He was unreadable. And to a man who had slowly become used to hearing and feeling all, this was terrifying.

"Who are you?"

Of course he ignored my simple question. He was above all that. He wasn't a man who answered the simple questions, that much was clear. Immediately I scolded myself for asking something so stupid, knowing that I should simply content myself with waiting for this man, this powerful man, to speak. Perhaps he knew what happened to me. How I had become what I was. My mind raced with thoughts, with suggestions, with hope, with despair. Yet he remained calm. Still. I could tell he knew my thoughts, that he was reading me in the way I wished I could read him. He could see the answers to his questions alright, but mine remained unanswered. I sought to calm myself, to not let my emotions overwhelm me. It was at this moment he spoke again.

"Why have you let her walk away?"

It was a simple question, yet entirely unexpected. I had expected something deeper, something more meaningful from this man. In my head he was almost a deity, yet here he was asking about some piece of skirt? I hesitated, not sure what this man wanted to hear. Somehow, for some strange reason, I felt the need to impress this man, this stranger, this powerful being who had entered my life some weeks before, silently yet overwhelmingly.

"She.....she's just a girl....I dunno...." I somehow stammered in response. 

He took me in fully. He considered me. His face turned to a sneer. He was disappointed in me, that much was clear. Yet the reality was I didn't understand why. He was still a mystery to me, still someone I didn't comprehend in the slightest.

"You could have her, regardless of her will?"

It was a question, not a statement. Did he know what I was? I look perplexed, and no doubt it showed.

"Why didn't you use it?"

He knew. Of course he did. I felt my cheeks turn pink in embarrassment as he read me so thoroughly. He could sense the turmoil inside me, he knew how much I had wanted to reach out to Jenny and make her mine once more. Every fibre inside my body was repentant, wishing I could go back, wishing I could make her mine once more to please this stranger before me. Every part of my being wanted to make him happy, to make him proud of me. He was clearly like me. He obviously had the ability I had. I was part of something far greater and I scolded myself for not realising it sooner.

"You're scared."

This time it was no question. This time it was a simple statement. A statement filled with truth. I cowered within myself, the schoolboy before the headmaster.

"I....I'm sorry."

I genuinely meant it. I longed for an opportunity to make it up to him, to make things better. I wanted to please him so badly.

"Use your gifts. I'll be watching."

In an instant he was gone, and I was left paralysed in my room. My mind yelled to chase after him, to ask him the questions I had longed to be answered since the day I awoke from my accident. I wanted to know who he was, what he was, what I was. But I stood still, frozen to the spot, terrified. He could see into my soul and there were no questions left for me to ask. I was merely to be told what to do.

I was filled with shame in abusing my power...my gift...by not using it. How could I be so foolish? How could I not see that this gift was something to be utilised and cherished? It was everything any man could want yet here I was neglecting it! I was a fool, an idiot, a coward. I was stupid, he said it himself! I looked around my room, and noted my reflection in the mirror. I was pitiful. My chest puffed. I knew what I had to do. What I always knew I must do from the moment I woke. I had to use my gifts to my own advantage. I had to better myself. I had to make them bend to my will. He had said it himself, almost ordered me to take her.

I flew out the room, searching with both my eyes and mind. I tore through the corridor searching for her, needing to find her. My mind succeeded before my eyes did. She immediately responded to my summons, walking out of the room she was in, leaving the patient she was attending to as I demanded it. Her thoughts changed instantly. She loved me. She had always loved me. And she would do anything I asked, regardless of what it was, as that was the right thing, the just thing, the only thing. She would follow me to the ends of the earth, would do anything I asked, would give anything I wanted to take. My mind was her mind, my will her will. She was mine at last, fully, completely.

She followed as I burst through the corridors, never asking why, never uttering a word. I didn't want her to, and she did what I wanted now. Her breasts bounced in her uniform as she chased after me, struggling to keep up with my long strides. I could sense the people who filled the corridors were watching, wondering why the gorgeous nurse was trotting behind this madman. I could feel the looks of envy, of lust, as they watched the beautiful woman. I could hear the thoughts of the men, both patient and doctor, who wished they could sink their cocks deep inside this little slut nurse. But they would never have her, as she was already mine. That was a certainty, one they could never understand.

Finally we arrived where I had to go. The door swung open and she was there. Sarah, the physiotherapist. She was the one who had treated me over the last few months. She was the one who I had tried to take with Jenny, the event that made me question my ability, how right it was, how moral it was. The symmetry was obvious. My new found appreciation of what I am, what I should be, would be complete with her. The old feelings of guilt and remorse were tucked away, no longer needed. I had a mission. I had a purpose now. I had a power.

Her demeanour changed instantly from confused to aroused. I had done that. Jenny was sent in first and embraced her deeply. Their lips met instantly. Then they turned to me. This wasn't about them this time. No, from this day forward it would be about me. No remorse, no regret, no guilt. Not this time. The two women peeled their clothes off while looking straight into my eyes. Jenny, her tanned skin and large breasts contrasting with the pale skin and small breasts of her new companion Sarah. They came to me as mine, and I intended to take them as mine.

The feelings of old washed through me again. That part of me which was so strong before screamed to stop, to think about what I was doing, to realise how wrong it was, but it had to be ignored. He had seen to that. He had empowered me. He had made me realise what I was. What I could be. I could have these beautiful women, and more. I could have all the beautiful women I ever met. I, the geeky 21 year old boy, could have any girl. My cock twitched, and both girls hands sought to free it from its tight constraints. 

I looked down at my girls. At my slaves. Jenny slowly stroked my cock with her small hands; Sarah gently cupped my balls while kissing my torso. My cock spasmed at the sight. It was incredible, it was perfect. It wasn't wrong. No, not this time. This was how it was supposed to be. This would make up for a lifetime of rejection, a lifetime of denial. These gorgeous women would never agree to this otherwise, so why not take them by force? It was only right. It was justified.

Sarah had moved her mouth to the head of my cock and I felt her tongue slide over the tip, teasing me. Then again. And again. I didn't want to be teased today. That wasn't my desire. As always, these girls would meet my desires, and that started now. With one movement half my cock disappeared into her mouth, her tongue still flicking over my sensitive shaft. I gasped at her skill, no doubt crafted with many hours of practice on her husband's cock. Her loving husband. The man she had married four years ago, the man with whom she had a child. I felt the familiar urge once more, the urge to stop, but I was strong now. I wasn't weak. He had seen to that. The entire length of my cock disappeared into her mouth, and as she gagged I congratulated myself on my victory.

The next few hours were spent locked in Sarah's treatment room, the girls taking turns satisfying my urges. Sarah received the first of many loads in her mouth not long after she swallowed my cock for the first time, and she was to be used in many ways afterwards. Jenny also received plenty of attention, with the familiarity of her body a satisfying adornment. The girls took turns swirling their talented tongues over my shaft, returning me to hardness soon after cumming each time. Their mouths gave way to their little pussies. And then of course their asses. I learned Sarah had never had a cock in her ass before. It was now mine. Jenny too gave herself to me. They were used in a variety of positions, each girl happy to oblige, taking any order given. Not that they had control of course. They were given simple instructions to satisfy me sexually in any way I saw fit, and they complied with a readiness that was simply unnatural. They pulled their cheeks apart when I wanted their asses, guided my cock into their cum filled pussies. Sucked the juices of the other off my cock at my command. When I told one to lower their pussy onto the others face both girls happily obliged. They were mine.

I fucked them hard, I fucked them roughly. Their pleasure no longer mattered. I made them beg for more, and their words drove me on to bury my seed deep inside them time and time again. They begged me for my cock, they begged me to fuck them, they begged me to use their pretty little bodies. All of their words were given to them by me, all of their actions commanded by me. It was my gift, my right. I didn't care if they loved it or not. I didn't care if they enjoyed the way I pulled at their nipples, or drove fingers inside their well used holes. Each time I came they cleaned each other up with their mouths. The sight was incredible and would always help me come back for more. I could have been gentler; I could have been more caring. I had it within me to make this the most incredible experience for both girls, yet the truth was I didn't care about them. I cared about me. I cared about my pleasure. These girls were just objects to me now.

Yet it was still there. The doubt. The creeping thought that this was wrong. Ignoring it was difficult. But I knew he was watching and I pushed it aside. I had taken my path and was sure that I could walk it. I was a new man. I had myself and my powers. That was all I needed. I was sure of it and any dissent would be simply ignored. I had made a commitment to this life. The life that every boy should dream of. The life that he had pushed me to take.

When I could take no more, when no amount of sucking or licking could entice another erection out of me, I sent them off, their work here done for now. I sat alone, trying not to think, trying not to reflect. That was my enemy and one that would be defeated. I didn't need to think about what I was doing -- I simply had to do. He had taught me that.

Jenny and Sarah were the first of many. I would choose this life that he wanted me to take. Little did I know at that stage what these thoughts would cost me. 



New Life Ch. 04-05



*****So sorry for the wait. Life in the desert can get a little hectic. I know the story is a little slow building, but I hope to speed things up a bit soon. Thanks again to ~LiterKnight for the editing and help. I hope you all enjoy.***** 

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His hands felt so amazing as he rubbed up and down the sides of her body. His lips lightly placed kisses up and down the side of her neck. 

"You are so beautiful." He said as he pulled her night shirt over her head exposing her naked breast. "So beautiful." Were his last words before he took a nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked on her nipple like he was a newborn child, while rolling the other one between his thumb and forefinger. 

The core between her legs became a pool of liquid heat as he continued his worship of her breast. He only let go to switch nipples, and continued to show the other the same appreciation. She didn't know how to handle the situation. Her pussy throbbed, begging to be touched. Her whole body was on fire. Involuntary her legs rubbed together trying to put out the fire within. 

She was a little saddened when his hand let go of her nipple; until she felt it travel down the side of her body, stopping just at the apex of her sex. She squeezed her legs tighter together, not knowing what was going to happen next. "Open for me." He whispered huskily in her ear.

'bark, bark.' She woke up to Lucien barking in her ear, and someone knocking at the front door. 

Dream. Dream. It was just a dream. Someone like that, who's looks you'd see on the cover of a GQ magazine, and a body that you'd see on a muscle magazine. He probably vacations some place like France or Italy. They go for the model types. Not the poor sickly girl, she thought as she lifted herself out the bed.

Putting on her pink fuzzy slippers and trudging to the front door, she opened it with a "What!" to find Daniel at her front door with a coffee in one hand, a brown bag in the other, and her bag slung across his shoulder. 

"What do you want? I was having a nice dream you woke me out of, and I know I said I didn't want to be bothered 'til after eleven." She said turning around, but leaving the door open.

Daniel just let himself in and sat at the table. "Well I wanted to drop your bag and keys off, so that the lovely lady across the hall can have the spare key back." Holding up the coffee as a pace offering, "A birdie told me that you prefer 'gas station' coffee to the fancy coffee shoppes. Black with four of those yellow sugar substitute things. I don't see how these are better for you than real sugar? They spell awful. There's a bagel in here." Holding up the brown bag. "It's eleven O' two, so I'm good there. And as far as waking you out of your dream, I'm sorry." Daniel leaned in closer inhaling deeply the scent he got put a smile on his face. "Was a good one huh?." Standing up to face her. He leans down slowly brushing his lips ever so lightly on her neck close to her ear. "Did you want to tell me what it was about?"

He starts putting light kisses on her collar bone. Sliding her night shirt collar to the side so he can put kisses on her shoulder. She could feel her knees go weaker and weaker with each little peck. Sure, she should have told him to back up, give her some space, she just couldn't form words at the moment. She was in another world.

"Eh hem." Hearing her mothers voice brought her back. She was walking out her room in her dingy green robe, and dingy gray slippers. Her black hair was a nest on top of her head. She's normally 5'8 when she is not hunched over like she has the world on her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel eyes and were framed by dark circles. She could give a raccoon a run for their money. She had cream color skin, Anya was sure she was once beautiful, now she just looked like hell. As she usually does when she's been out all night. 

"Sorry to interrupt." She said, "I was coming out to find out why your stupid dog was barking so much. Instead I'd like to know who this man is in my home, all in my daughters personal space."

How humiliating! "Mom, this is a friend of mine, Daniel. Daniel, this is my mom Annabelle."

Sanding to his full height, Daniel looked down at this woman Anya called mother. She looked and smelled horrible. With a slight nod of his head. "Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Annabelle." Was all he could get out as to not to be rude.

"I'm sure." She said in her snobbish voice ever. Like she can be a snob looking like that. "Why are you here?"

"Mom I left my bag at my friend Luna's house yesterday. He was just dropping it off."

"Yes as well as I was sent to pick you up." Daniel piped in, "Another study session with Luna. She said that you were in need."

"Who is this Luna? Another study session? Are you failing? You can't even get college right."

"Mom I'm doing just fine. I just want to make sure I get a really good grade ok. And Luna is the girl I came in the diner with that one time. You know, the only time you've met a friend of mine."

"Oh yea," She said. "She was with that freakishly large man, who looked like he was glued to her hip." 

"Mom." Anya said trying to interject before she said to embarrass her any more. "Daniel, I just need to get showered and dressed, let Lucien out, then I'll be ready. If you have anything you need to take care of, you can do that and come back." 

"Well you can get showered and dressed and I'll take Lucien out for you." 

"You freak him out remember?"

"We'll get along just fine, go on and get ready." He said with a smile.

"Why don't you take that mutt with you when you go. He's stinking up the place."

As the words came out of my mothers mouth Anya could see the light brown in Daniel's eyes flash a glowing amber. His breaths became long and deep as he tried to control his anger. Guessing this would be a great time to jump in before he ripped her mother's head off. 

" Um, Daniel come on. Let's get Lucien, he's probably hanging out in my closet or under my bed or something."

Quickly grabbing Daniel by the wrist and marching him past her mom, straight into her room and closed the door.

"I am not comfortable with you having a guy in your room!" Her mother yelled from the front room.

"I'm not comfortable with you, period," she said under her breath. 

"Please excuse her. She's a bitch. She's probably still high on what ever drugs she decided to almost O.D. on last night. She's harmless." 

Daniel decided he did not like her mother. "Harmless; I'm sure." 

"Anyway." Anya started to gather her clothes. "Lucien is over by the window, good luck fitting out the window, I'm going to hop in the shower." 

"I'm not that big." He said pretending as if his feelings were hurt

Giggling and walking out the door, "Yea right, Goliath."

Anya would have loved to take a long hot shower. She decided to make it quick. Although she knew her mother wouldn't have bothered Daniel, she just didn't want him hanging around in her room, alone. She rushed through her bathroom routine with amazing speed. Clad in her normal jeans and T-shirt, she quickly brushed her hair into its normal ponytail and head back to her room. 

Daniel sat on the edge of her bed thumbing through one of her nightly reads. He looked so good, she thought. She smiled at how his beautiful eye lashes flapped like butterfly wings as he blinked.

That was until she remembered what her nightly reads were. "Oh my gosh!" Running over to snatch the book out his hands, placing it behind her back as of to hide it. "What are you doing! How did you get this. It was under my pillow." Anya knew her face was beet red. 

"I decided to lay back while I waited on you. Notice your pillow was a little lumpy." He got up and snatched the book from from behind her back. "So this is what your lay awake reading at night? I would have thought it would of been your calculus book. No wonder why you need extra help." 

"Give it back Daniel. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of light reading. I can't read text books all the time." 

"I couldn't agree more. It was actually getting really good when you so rudely snatched it away from me. The Were in this here story was holding her lightly by the neck," he said as he came to stand in front of her, placing his hands lightly on the back of her neck and leaning closer. She could feel the heat rolling off of him. He put his other hand under breast on her ribs. Whispering huskily in her ear, "The other hand was trailing down to her moistened center." He slowly drug his fingers down her side to the waistband of her pants and stops.

Remembering this was not the best place for that. "Not in front of the kid huh?" he says looking at Lucien. "You ready to go? Lucien will be coming with us. I would rather not leave him with your mother; as lovely as she is and all." With a chuckle he says, "Come along then."

Taking a much need breath she tries to shake off the lingering electric shocks that are going through her system. Looking at Lucien with a 'what' as he galloped behind Daniel. Gathering her things and with a quick dash to put the book back under her pillow, she followed after them.

Stopping in the kitchen she grabbed two zip top bags. One to put her insulin in, and one for ice to keep it cold. Writing a note to her mother she grabbed her cold coffee to put in the microwave.

"Don't, we will get another one on the way." He told her and grabbed the coffee out of her hands to place in the sink. "We'll also get something to eat so you can take that as well." Pointing at her insulin. 

"What about the bagel?" She said trying grab the bag off the table.

"Come on." Was all he said.

She grabbed the spare key off the fridge, Lucien's leash and headed out the door. Stepping across the hall to knock on Mrs. Jenkins' door, Daniel walked to stand behind her. The door cracked open it's usual. "Hey Mrs. Jenkins, I'm giving the key back. Sorry I had to bother you last night."

Mrs. Jenkins reached her hand out the crack to get the key as she looked up at Daniel. Daniel couldn't help but flash the old lady a smile, tilting his head with a 'Good Morning'. She smiled back at him, took the key back and shut the door.

"Wow, she must really like you. She doesn't smile at anyone." Anya told him.

Daniel gave a smile that was more smirk than smile, "Well, let's get going then."

Once they got to the black SUV, Daniel walked over to the passenger side to open the door. He could tell that she wasn't used to people being nice to her. "Tough" he thought. She's just going to have to start getting use to it.

"Ugh! What am I going to do with him." Anya thought as she slouched in the front seat. He was just so? So? UGH! He was all let's see you defend yourself one minute, deep in concern about her the next, then making her crumble in his arms the next. She has never been so confused by a man in her life. She's never been anything by a man in her life. She had a few boyfriends in high school. Very few. Nothing really serious. Now there's Daniel who invades her dreams. The feel of his soft lips still linger on hers. She could still feel his fingers burning a trail on her skin. 

Anya was so lost in thought, she didn't hear Daniel put Lucien in the back seat or him get on the driver seat. "Are you ok?"

Snapping back to reality, "Agh, yeah sorry? Just need my coffee."

"Well let's go get your coffee then." 

Daniel drove to the nearest gas station so she could get her coffee. Leaving Lucien in the truck with the A/C on. He watched as she quickly made her coffee. With so many people around, some Were, Daniel couldn't help put stand protectively over her. Every move she made he was right behind her. 

"Dude! A little space please. I've done this before, ya know." She fussed. 

"Sorry. I'm just gonna get a water for Lucien." He knew he was being a little paranoid. 

Daniel paid for their things and headed back out to the truck. After not being on the road for too long, he pulled them into a Park-and-Eat. 

"So." He said putting the truck in park next to the stand up menu. "I figured since Lucien was in the car that we could eat here before we headed to the compound. I hear they have the best chicken sandwiches in town."

"Thanks for the thought, but I don't eat fastfood."

The look on his face was priceless. She had fully intended to take the joke further if it wasn't for the look of hurt on his face.

Laughing so hard she nearly cried, "I'm kidding. I love fast food. You should have seen your face."

"Not a very good joke you know." He had a smile on his face anyway.

They ordered their food over the speaker. Plus extra fries for Lucien. While they waited Anya went in her bag to retrieve her insulin. She really didn't want to do this. Not here. Not in front of him. She really had no choice in the matter though.

"Well. Um. I um, I have to take this before I eat, so I'm just gonna hop in the back seat so you don't have to watch." She felt so small under the gaze he was giving her.

"You know you don't have to be ashamed. It's something you need to do, so do it. It doesn't bother me one bit."

Drawing up the medicine. "Are you sure? I mean we fixin' to eat. I don't want to disgust you out of eating."

With a smirk, "Honey, if you only knew how much blood I see in one day. It has never stop me from eating. I don't know if there is a force of nature that could stop me from eating when I'm hungry."

"Well just don't look ok."

"Ok, I wont look." He said as he took his hand and covered his face with and smiled.

She went through the task of taking her medicine. Holding a napkin to her stomach to wait out the bleeding she says' "I'm finished, you can look now."

Daniel removed his hand from his eyes. He noticed the napkin on her stomach. No thinking, no wasting time, without a word, he quickly leans down, removes her hand and slowly licks the small bleeding needle hole.

"There." He says as he sits up.

Anya couldn't figure out why that would turn her on so much. With a shaky voice, "I need to borrow you every time I take my medicine."

"I wouldn't have a problem with it. You taste wonderful. Anytime I can lick and help anywhere, just let me know." Wink. "Foods here."

They ate their food in silence, for a while. She couldn't stop thinking about the words he said. Was he trying to make me spontaneously combust? He was so hot. His touches sent electric shivers throughout her whole body. 

"So," he says, "What kind of 'dog' likes french fries?"

"Likes, no, Lucien loves french fries." Reaching back to give Lucien more fries. "We didn't always have a lot food in the house, but we always had potatoes. We ate a lot of fries."

Daniel hated the fact that she had such an hard time growing up. He wished he could have been the one to protect her, make sure she was fed, instead of having some pup she hoped would protect her.

"You alright over there" Anya saw that he was in deep thought, she hoped everything was alright.

"Yeah I'm fine, just was deep in thought."

"Awe, don't do that. Your face gets all scrunched up. You look funny."

"You think I look funny?" He said as he looked at her through child like eyes.

"When you scrunch your face up like that, yeah it's funny." She couldn't help laugh at his sad face he made. "Awe, don't be such a baby." 

"I'm not being a baby." He said as he pouted out his bottom lip and folded his arms over his chest.

They both fell into a bit of laughter. It was hard for either of them to stop laughing for a while. 

"Well, if you're all finished we can head to the compound." Daniel said when he was finally able to get his voice back.

"More studying. Yay!" Anya couldn't keep the sarcasm out her voice. 

"Is calculus really that hard for you?"

"I don't know. Everything else clicks for me. Everything but calculus. It's not that I'm doing that bad, I just need to do better."

Daniel noticed the sadness in her voice. He thought it better not to comment on it though. They drove the rest of the way in silence. 

When they arrived to the compound Anya still couldn't believe how big the mansion was. They pulled up to the front of the house and Anya was expecting to see Sir Sniffs Alot coming to open the door. Instead it was a woman. She was beautiful. She looked like she was 5'11, she had unnaturally straight red hair, and green eyes. Her skin was perfect, not one mark on it. Anya wondered why someone like her would be opening doors for anyone. 

"Um, thank you." Was all Anya could get out. The look the woman gave her was a little unsettling. It was the look someone gives you when they really don't like you, but they're being nice for niceness sake. She didn't say anything as she shut the door, and walked away towards Daniel. 

Anya got Lucien out of the back and slowly followed behind 'Little Mrs. Perfect' stopping more than a few feet away. Little Mrs. Perfect seemed to have no respect for personal space, either. She practically hung on Daniel like a second skin as she talked to him. Was she trying to hump his leg right in the front driveway, Anya couldn't help but think. There was something deep down in Anya that wanted to walk over there and snatch Little Mrs. Perfect by her hair and kick her in her perfect face. She shook that thought away quickly. The fact that she was a werewolf kept Anya from acting on her thought. She came here to study, not to get beat up by a werewolf. 

"Ahem!" Anya said trying to get their attention. "Do I wait for you to finish to walk in the house, or is it cool for me to just go in?"

Anya notice Little Mrs. Perfect eyes flash amber, and a slight growl come from her chest. Although Anya knew she was probably wouldn't stand a chance against this female Were, she wasn't going to show any fear. Squaring her shoulders, she looked Little Mrs. Perfect in the eyes.

"Did you just growl at me? Really!" Beside her, Lucien decided to throw in a growl of his own.

Although Daniel loved a good Girl on Girl fight, he didn't think now would be a good time. He walked over to Anya and placed his hand on the small of her back leading her up the stairs to the house. "Come on you guys. Anya, I'll walk you over to Luna's room. She is waiting on you. As for Lucien, I am going to take him to meet the Alpha."

"Why? Shouldn't he stay with me. I mean if you freak him out, I'm sure Davian will have him huddled in a corner in a fetal position sucking his thumb."

Daniel laughed at that analogy. "That would be funny to see."

"Daniel, that is not funny. Maybe I should go with y'all so I can keep him calm. Why does he want to see him anyway?"

"No one questions the Alpha." Little Mrs. Perfect chimed in.

"No one was talking to you. And I will ask as many questions as I like when it comes to my baby."

This got Anya another growl from her, and Lucien to stop and growl at her back. At least Anya knew that she and Lucien were on the same page when it came to Little Mrs. Perfect. They did not like her.

"Break it up you three." Daniel loved the fact that Anya wasn't intimidated by anyone even a Were. He also knew Anya didn't stand much of a chance in a fair fight.

"Anya if you like you are more than welcome to come as well. I just thought you would like to get started studying before heading down to the gym later."

Before Anya could answer Luna came galloping down the hallway. "Anya, you made it. Have you ate yet? I could have Braxton fix you something if you want to eat before we study."

"No we stopped off and got something to eat on our way here."

"Oh this must be Lucien." Luna said as she kneeled down next to Lucien so they were eye to eye. "Well it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Did you hear the one about how your Alpha wants to see him so he can eat him for lunch?" Anya asked.

"Ew gross. He's got to many bones, maybe after we fatten him up a little." Luna couldn't stop the laughter for roaring out as she looked at the shock on Anya's face. "Oh stop with the face. You know we don't eat wolves."




New Life Ch. 04-05



"Maybe you, but I've seen Daniel eat. Even when he done eating he still looks like he's hungery."

"Only when he looks at you." Luna whispers with a wink.

"What?" Anya asks.

"Well, that's enough of that." Daniel says. "Lucien will be fine, I give you my word. Go study, and I'll bring Lucien by in a few." Looking down at Lucien. "Come on buddy, follow me."

Anya looked after Lucien and Daniel with sadden eyes. She just couldn't understand why the Alpha wanted to see Lucien.

"Don't worry he will be fine." Luna told her. "I got some snacks in my room along with some drinks. I hope you're ready we are going to cram hard."

"Oh goody." Was all Anya could get out before she was whisked off to Luna's room. 

They studied for what seemed like eternity. Taking a much needed break Anya thought now would be a good time as any to ask a few questions, non-calculus related.

"So what's up with Little Mrs. Perfect? She seems like a bitch."

"Who?" Luna asked.

"You know, red hair, great body, flawless skin. Little Mrs. Perfect."

"Oh her." Luna said with a roll of her eyes. "That's Kailie. You're right, she is a bitch. What about her?"

"Are her and Daniel a couple or something?"

"No not a couple. We're really not a coupling race. You're either mated or you're not."

"And those who are not mated, do they date?" Anya inquired.

"Date? Um I don't think what goes on between non mated male and female Weres can be called dating. It's difficult to explain, let's get back to studying."

"Oh no." Anya turned to face Luna so she could look straight into her eyes. "Whats the big deal? What are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything, I just don't want to talk about it." Luna got up from her chair to walk over to sit at the edge of her bed. "It's just that it might be a little much for human ears."

Anya hated when Luna hid things because she was human, and she thought she wouldn't understand. "There you go with the whole 'humans don't understand' thing. Just tell me. If I don't understand I'll let you know. Now spill."

"It might be a little much."

With that being said, Anya got up and walked over to Luna. Without a word, Anya jumps in Luna's lap. Straddling her and pinning he arms to the bed. "I want to know Luna." Taking a page out of Daniel's book. "Please."

"Ok, ok. Could you get off of me."

"Nope." She knew that if Luna wanted to she could throw her off of her, and was just pretending to be pinned to the bed. "Spill. If you all don't 'date' you all have to interact some way to get to know each other. How else would you find out if y'all are mates?"

Taking a deep breath, Luna started her explanation. "As you know, mates are drawn together, whether the both be Were, or one Were and one human. It's just a little harder for the human because they don't understand the draw that's pulling them to the other person. A Were will know because their wolf will also be drawn to that person. Telling them at every single second that they need this person. That they need to protect this person, to take care of this person. That's where you get the love at first sight thing. Now, between the time after maturity, and finding a mate, one is free to hunt around as much as they like. As often as they like. And most like to do it often."

Putting the pieces together Anya's mouth fell open in an 'O' fashion. "So if you're not mated, you just go around freakin' people as much as you want. Y'alls STD count must be through the roof."

"Werewolves don't get STD's, or any other human illness."

"So you mean to tell me that Daniel and Little Mrs. Perfect are mates?"

"Ha! She wishes." 

"So then she's one of the hunted. Didn't think he would be into the perfect type."

"More like he's on the hunted list. She's been after him for years." Luna took a good look at her best friend. She saw something in Anya's eyes that she has never seen before. "Why are you so worried about Daniel and Kailie? Would you like to be on Daniel's hunted list?" 

"What! No. He's an ass. What would make you think that? I was just asking questions about Were life is all. Though we've been friends for a long time. We really never talked about what goes on behind Compound doors." 

"Sure, sure. Your face is so red." Luna Laughed. "Can you get off of me now?"

Anya felt so embarrassed. "No! Stop laughing. You know wh-"

"I'm sure Gregg would be upset to know he missed this sight." Daniel stood in the door with his head cocked to the side. He was enjoying the sight of Anya in bed straddled across Luna's lap. He was picturing himself in Luna's place. Grabbing ahold of her hips while ramming between her thighs. He could imagine her large breasts swaying from side to side, up and down. The sounds of her moans begging for more.

"What's on your mind Daniel." Luna asked with a smirk on her face.

Shaking his head as if to clear it. "Gregg sent me to see if you two were ready to hit the gym."

"I am." Anya said as she got off of Luna. 

"Anything to get you out of studying." Luna said with a laugh.

"I brought clothes this time." Anya was quick to grab her things and head to the bathroom to get changed. 

When Anya returned from the bathroom, Luna was already dressed and ready to go.

"All I have to do is put my shoes on and we can go. Where's Daniel?"

"Excited much?" Luna asked "He had to go and take care of some things. He's going to meet us down there in a bit, and he'll have Lucien with him."

"Oh goody. I miss my baby. I'm glad to know your Alpha decided against eating him."

"Yeah um, let's head down to the gym." 

Both girls head down to the gym hand and hand, happy to be in each others lives. Laughing their way to the gym. Anya was happy at the chance to get to spar with Luna. After she had Luna promise to go easy on her. They were all smiles until they got into the gym.

Chapter 5

The first person they should walk into is Little Mrs. Perfect, Kailie.

"What's the human doing down here? You can't work out skin and bone. Should you be in the kitchen trying to put some meat on those bones?" Kailie said none too pleased to see Anya.

"Don't you have someone you could be screwing right now instead of trying to pick on my friend?" Luna retorted back.

Kailie never did like Luna. Before Luna came along, Kailie had spent many nights keeping Gregg company in his bed. As soon as Luna showed up, she was no longer welcomed. Gregg didn't even give her as much as a farewell rump. She showed up at his door and he said that she was no longer welcomed, that he had found his mate, and that she wasn't it. Though over time, the pain of losing Gregg was replaced with the time she spent in Daniel's bed. Until this human came along and now threatens to take Daniel away. 

"When's the last time you had a screw? From what I hear Gregg spends more time away from your bed, than in it."

"You bitch!" With that Luna lunged at Kailie, turning hybrid mid leap. She knocked Kailie down pinning her by her shoulders. Where her hands once were, now resembled furry paws. Nails ripped into Kailie's shoulders. Her face looked more like her wolf counterpart than her human self. Kailie's neck was incased in Luna's jaws. Blood oozed from Kailie's neck and shoulders. 

Luna's growl was something that Anya had never herd before. It was so vicious. She couldn't believe that her sweet best friend could also be this snarling beast. Was she going to kill Kailie right here on the gym floor? She was shocked into place. Amazed at the sight before her. When a hand clamped on her shoulder, she let out a yelp.

"You really shouldn't be this close. These things can get out of hand really quick. Come back up and stand behind me." Sir Sniffs Alot pulled Anya behind him as he backed them away from Kailie and Luna. 

Anya didn't fight. She let Sir Sniffs Alot pull her body away, but her eyes never left the sight before her. 

"Is she going to kill her?" Anya asked.

"I hope not." He said. "Luna would never forgive herself."

"Then why won't she stop, or someone stop her?"

"It's not Luna in charge right now. Her wolf's in control now. If Luna wants to stop she'll have to fight her wolf for control. If someone else were to try to stop her, they could be the one Luna turns to fight next." Sir Sniffs Alot explained to Anya. 

Anya thought that this could become really bloody if Luna didn't gain control of her wolf soon. A large black wolf came into the gym. Anya couldn't believe the size of this wolf. It could easily be confused for a large pony. On his flanks were two wolves who were also very large. The gray one on the left was the smallest out of the three. It was whining more than it was growling. The wolf on the right was just as big as the black one. He was light brown, with blond paws that made it look like it was wearing shoes. It stood there silent looking around the gym. It looked Anya straight into her eyes. Anya couldn't help but stare back into it's light brown eyes. As she watch his hackles go up, she thought that maybe looking into the eyes of a huge wolf would not be a good ideal. She moved herself further behind Sir Sniffs Alot. 

After what seemed like forever Luna let go of Kailie's neck, backed away, and shifted back into her human self. Anya wanted to go over to Luna, but the three large wolves still standing there left her rooted in her spot staring. She was amazed at the sight of three large wolves shifting into their human selves. It was like nothing she ever seen before. And so was the sight of three naked men that took their places.

"Oh my Goddess, they're naked." Anya hid even further behind Sir Sniffs Alot's back as she watch the bare feet of one of the men walk towards her. 

"Are you ok?" Daniel asked.

At the sound of his voice she looked at him through cracked eyes, daring not to look any further than his feet. She squeaked out a "ah hum". And slid further behind Sir Sniffs Alot. 

"You do not have to be afraid of me, I will not hurt you." He said as went to reach for her arm.

A squeak escaped her lips as she pulled her arm away. She pulled Sir Sniffs Alot closer to her to use his body to shield her eyes from the naked man before her.

Daniel couldn't believe that she was frightened of him. He would never cause her any harm. For her to feel the need to be protected by another wolf was angering him. A low growl came from his chest. 

"Come from behind him, so I can make sure you're ok. You do not have to be afraid." It took everything in him to keep an even tone. He didn't want to frighten her any further.

"Um. I'm fine. Not scared at all. I'll just stay here 'til everyone's nice and clothed."

Both men chuckled as they realized that she would not be used to conversing with a naked man. 

"Daniel, come help bring Kailie to the infirmary."

Anya recognized the voice that belong to Davian. She still didn't dare look up. 

"Shit!" Daniel didn't want to leave her here without getting to check to make sure she was ok. He knew that with the Alpha's command he couldn't say no to him either. "Will you be ok if I leave you here with Caleb until I get back?"

"Who is that?" Anya didn't want to be left with anyone she didn't know. "I'll be fine with Sir Sniffs Alot here. You don't have to send anyone else."

Did she have nicknames for everyone Daniel thought. "Yes that would be Caleb." He said with a chuckle.

"Oh," she said "yes I'll be fine. Go go."

"I'll be back as soon as I get her settled."

Anya couldn't help to look at his retreating backside. Now that was a backside she didn't mind watching walk away. She blushed when he turned around and caught her looking at his ass. She quickly turned around. 

"So, Sir Sniffs Alot?" Caleb asked motioning her over to some seats in the corner. 

"Oh, um, yeah. The first time we met you kept sniffing me. I was starting to think you had a problem."

Caleb laughed. "Your smell is something that I have never come across. I just couldn't help myself. I'm behaving myself now." He said with a wink.

"That's because of the all excitement. By the way, is Luna going to be in lots of trouble for almost killing Kailie?"

"She should be fine. Luna doesn't usually lose control like that. Kailie really must have done something really bad to piss Luna off to the point where she wanted to rip Kailie's throat out."

Anya didn't want to tell Luna's business, so she opted for a shoulder shrug. She wondered how much truth held to the words that Kailie said. Were Luna and Gregg having problems? Was he sleeping around on her? 

"Was Gregg one of the three wolves that broke up the fight?"

"He was the gray one." He said. "The big black one was the Alpha and the brown one was Daniel."

"And what color are you?" She asked as innocently as possible.

"Curious are we?" Wiggling his eyebrows and scooting closer so he could whisper in her ear, "Maybe some day I'll get the chance to show you."

Anya couldn't help shiver from the chills that ran through her with the words he spoke. He was so close to her, she could feel the heat roll off his body, his lips just a hair's breath away from her skin. "Mmm." was the thing she could get to come out as he took in her scent at her neck.

"You really do smell incredible." 

His placing his hand on her knee brought her back. She quickly removed his hand from her knee. "There you go with the sniffing again."

His smirk let her know that he knew he had gotten to her. "Come on." He said as he got up and held his hand out to help her up.

Standing up without taking his hand, Anya looked at him confused. "Where are we going? Isn't Daniel going to come looking for me here?"

His smirk still kept in place, "He's on his way down here. By the time we get to the door, he'll be there. Unless there's something else you wanted to get into instead."

"You wish." She said with a wink, and walked toward the gym doors.

She could feel him just a half a step behind her. Chills still ran down her spine. He was another sexy Adonis in this mansion full of gorgeous men. He was at least 6'2, black hair, and had the most crystal blue eyes. His body look like it was carved from stone. His basketball shorts hung low on his waist so you could see the V under is washboard abs. Wouldn't it be nice to see what the bottom of that V pointed to. Shaking her head to relieve the thought out her mind. No need getting turned on in a room full of people who could smell arousal like it was smoke in the air.

At the same time she got to the door, Daniel was walking in. 

"Hey, how is Luna?" She was relieved to see he had donned a pair of basketball shorts. Although Caleb was fine, he didn't hold a candle to Daniel in her book.

"She's fine. Her and Gregg are in her room." He said as he looked at Caleb. It looked like there was some kind if silent conversation going on between the two. 

"Well, can I go see her?" Anya didn't like the feeling that she was being left out of their conversation. 

Finally looking back down at Anya. "That wouldn't be a good idea right now, she still needs time to calm down, gain control over her wolf."

"My things are in her room. How am I going to get them to get changed?" She didn't know how long it would take before Luna and her wolf came into terms with each other, and she didn't want to stay in her workout clothes.

"Your things have been put into my room along with Lucien who seems to be worrying about you." Daniel knew if he mentioned Lucien, she wouldn't freak about the fact that he had moved her things in his room.

"Great!" She said as she threw her hands up. "Well don't just stand there, show me to your room so I can make sure he is alright."

"This way then." He placed his hand gently on the small of her back and they headed to his room. 

Anya turned around to give Caleb a wave. "See ya around Sir Sniffs Alot." Then she and Daniel were on their way.

The walk to Daniel's room was long. He lived on the other side of the mansion total opposite of the gym. The stairs looked like they were made for giants, with a large dark mahogany banister and it curved like the letter C. At the top was a large table the same color wood as the banister with a beautiful vase that look like it was centuries old. Inside were the most beautiful purple and yellow cala lilies she had ever seen. Anya absent mindedly walked over to the flowers and stroked their petals. 

"You like the flowers?" Daniel asked as he notice her mesmerized as she touched.

"They're my favorite. I've never actually touched one, or even been this close. I love them in portraits and in magazines, but they just don't do them justice. They are gorgeous. The petals are so smooth and strong."

Daniel couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. He couldn't believe that she didn't receive flowers every day. He walked over to the vase and picked out a yellow and purple flower and handed it to her.

"Here. You can have these. Braxton grows them in the garden behind the mansion. He won't miss these."

"You have a whole garden of these?"

"Braxton does, yes. And he has all sorts of other flowers and vegetables in the garden." With the amazement in her face, Daniel wanted to do anything to keep it there. "If you like, when you get dressed I can take you and Lucien down to see it."

"Are you serious? I would love to. All you see in my neighborhood are half dead vegetation in buckets." 

Daniel couldn't believe how elated she was at the simple act of going down to the garden. She was all smiles as they finished the journey to his room. The closer they got to his door the more they could hear Lucien whining beyond.

Daniel opened the door and Lucien jumped out at Anya knocking her to the ground. On top of her he whined and licked all over her face. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine Lu, calm down and get off of me." Anya waved her arms around trying to push Lucien off of her, but Lucien wasn't budging. "Lucien get off of me please!" 

Daniel noticed that Lucien was not listening. He was so concerned for Anya's safety and making sure she was ok, that he was totally oblivious to anything being said to him. Daniel took one arm and wrapped it around Lucien's torso and picked him up off of Anya. Receiving a growl from Lucien.

"Aright pup, let's not get carried away." Daniel chided, as he placed Lucien several feet away. Then kneeling down to help Anya up. "Are you ok?"

"Awe man he made me squish my flowers." Wiping the dust off her butt, and giving Lucien the look of an upset parent. "What is wrong with you Lucien. You know jumping on me like that is a no, no. Don't do that again!"

Lucien wined and ducked his head down and covered his snout with his paw. 

"Oh go easy on him." Daniel said while petting Lucien on the head, "He was just worried about you."

"I know." She said as she kneeled back down to hug him, then getting back up. " So where's your bathroom so I can wash all this dog drool off my face."

"Its this way, come on." 

Anya couldn't help but freeze in her place as she took in the sight of yet another apartment size bedroom. To the right just off the door, was a seating area with a plush love seat, that sat in the middle of two chairs with matching ottomans. A large shag rug sat in between them and a huge fireplace. To the left she could see his huge closet. Why one man needed so much closet, she would never know. The door next to that she guessed was the bathroom. Center stage sat the largest King Sized bed known to man. 

"Your things have been laid out on the bed. If you'll grab them, I'll show you to the bathroom." Daniel said waking her out of her trance. 

Anya walked over to gather her clothes off the bed. They were laid next to male clothes that she was assuming were Daniels. "Why would any one person need a bed this big?" Then wished she didn't ask. "Don't answer that question." She quickly amended.




New Life Ch. 04-05



Daniel smiled as he led her to the bathroom. "There are soaps and towels in that cabinet over there. I'll be out here when you're done."

"Thanks." Anya said as the door was closed. She walked over to the cabinet to get her a rag and some soap to do a quick shower. Inside the cabinet were lots of plush towels and soaps. There were a lot of female soaps with all different sents. She dug all the way to the back before she found a scent that didn't smell like potpourri. She quickly went through the routine of gathering her hair out the way to get in the shower and quickly got washed. She put her jeans and t-shirt on afterwards, then headed back out to the bedroom.

"All finished." she said as she stepped out the bathroom. Daniel sat in one of the chairs by the fireplace, and Lucien waited outside the door of the bathroom. 

Daniel was compelled to run to her and bury his nose in her neck, now that she didn't have Caleb scent on her. Out of all the soaps he had in his bathroom, she would pick the scent that most matched her natural scent. As she continued to walk towards him, the smell of almonds and honey assaulted his senses. He wanted her. He wanted her badly. His almost lost control of his wolf and let him take control. 

Anya notice his eyes flash amber, and him shake his head as if to shake something out. "You alright over there."

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry. You know Lucien hasn't stop whining for almost an hour."

"Yeah, he gets like that when I'm late taking my insulin."

"Well isn't he just handy."

"Yeah, I wonder how he knows."

"Your scent. It's a little off when you're low."

"Really? I didn't know that." Bending down to talk to Lucien in a voice made for when you talk to babies. "You're just a smart little boy aren't you." Lucien barked in his answer.

"I'll have Braxton make us a packed dinner, and we can eat in the garden. It should be done by the time we get there. I'll be quick." With that he rushed into the bathroom. 

Anya gathered her things and went to sit down in the on the plush love seat, and Lucien followed. As she sat there she wondered how Luna was doing. She sure hoped that her and Gregg were working things out. Were mates capable of separating? 

The scent of Anya filled Daniel's senses as he rushed through his bathroom routine. He had sent word to Braxton to pack Anya and him dinner to eat in the garden. After quick words about not allowing Lucien to poop or pee anywhere near his vegetables or flowers, Braxton was happy to get on it. 

Anya was hungry and wondered how long she would have to wait for Braxton to make her something to eat. She hope not long, and she hoped that he didn't make her anything with red meat. Did Daniel tell him that she didn't eat it? Maybe she could have asked them if she could make her own food. She really didn't need someone making her food for her. She heard the bathroom door open and thought she should ask.

"You know I could make my own food. I don't want to cause any trouble with my picky diet. Did yo-" Finally turning around to face Daniel, she was stopped mid sentence. Daniel walked over to his bed clad only in a pair of blue and red checkered boxers. Anya knew her jaw was in the floor, but she just didn't have the strength to pull it off the floor. His body was still damp from his shower. Little droplets of water still hung on to his chest. Hell, if she were the water, she wouldn't want to let go either. His legs were so muscular and strong as if he ran track all his whole life. And boy was that a mighty big bulge in the front. 

"Wh-where are your clothes?" She asked turning around so he couldn't her face turn red.

"I left them on the bed." He said as he put his pants on. "I have my underwear on. I'm sure I'm not the first man you've seen in underwear." Daniel saw her slightly twitch on the couch and thought maybe he was the first man she ever seen in his underwear. 

"That's not the point." She hoped he couldn't sense her naïvety. 

"Well all I have to do is put my shoes on and we can head to the kitchen; our food should be ready."

"Yes about that, I-"

Cutting her off, "Braxton likes cooking for people, and he's not going to let you anywhere near his kitchen to cook. Yes he is aware of your diet, and had made your meal accordingly."

Ugh she wanted to punch him and his smugness in the face. "Well aren't we Mr. Take Care of Everything."

Daniel smiled as he finished putting on his shoes, and headed for the door. "Let's go before Lucien has a cow about you not taking your insulin."

"Yeah about that. You said y'all had a fully stocked infirmary right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well I kinda used my last needle this afternoon, and I was wondering if y'all had any extra." 

"I'm sure we do. Come on." When Daniel learned that she had to hide her needles from her mom and friends, he had made sure Michael stocked a supply for her. 

When they got to the kitchen their basket was ready and placed on the counter. Braxton picked it up and brought it over to Daniel. "Everything you asked for. I hope you all enjoy."

With a thank you from both Daniel and Anya, they headed out.

"So the infirmary is beyond the garden," Daniel explained, "we can drop off the basket, and walk through to the infirmary."

Daniel walked Anya to the back of the house to get to the back door. On the way they passed Luna's room. Anya slowed as they came to the door. She wanted to knock to and see if everything was ok. 

As if he could sense her reluctance to walk further. Daniel reached for her hand, "They still need time." is all he said and they continued their journey. 

As they walked out the back door, Anya could see the garden about twenty-five feet away. Her excitement was hard to contain. Daniel couldn't walk fast enough to get them there. Rows and rows of flowers of almost every kind were present in a garden that should be called a farm. Anya turned around in circles trying to not to miss one inch of beautiful flowers.

"The calla lilies are on the far end. We can drop the basket here, we'll have to pass back through here to get there. The infirmary is just through here." Setting down the basket. Daniel grabbed ahold of Anya's hand and they walked to the infirmary hand and hand. Daniel loved the way she looked like a kid in the candy store. To him, no one's beauty could match hers. Her smile was the brightest he had ever seen. She truly was amazing. He was so happy he was the one who brought that smile to her face.

Anya was too wrapped up in the beauty of the garden to even notice Daniel holding her hand or even the way he was looking at her. Not until he let go to open the door to the infirmary. The emptiness she felt as he let go was indescribable. He signaled for Lucien to sit and wait outside as they walked in.

The infirmary was like a mini hospital. Behind the little reception desk up front sat a beautiful lady who had a beautiful smile. She got up as soon as she saw Daniel and rushed over to give Daniel a hug. Stepping back so she didn't get in the way, Anya notice that she stood almost just as tall as Daniel. Her skin tone was just a little lighter than Daniels, but she had the same light eyes as him. She wondered if this was another one of his hunted women.

When she finally let go of hugging Daniel, she looked at Anya as if appraising cattle. "Well this is the human everyone's talking about." Still looking Anya up and down. "A little thin if you ask me."

Before Anya could say anything Daniel cut in for her. "No one asked you, thank you." Looking apologetic at Anya, "Please excuse her, she doesn't think before she speaks. Gladise, this is Anya. Anya, this is Gladise. My sister."

Sister! Well that totally put a stop to what Anya was about to say. Instead she just smiled and waved. "Hi, nice to meet you."

"So what are you two doing here? The infirmary is a weird place to have a date isn't it?"

"We are headed to room six. I have something I need to get, and then we'll be on our way." Daniel told her as he grabbed Anya's hand to walk her down the hallway.

"Well good then, Kailie is in room seven. She's been asking for you." She said with a smirk.

"Ok, thanks." He said as he pulled Anya down the hallway. 

Anya slipped her hand out of his hold, and wiped some non existent wrinkles in her shirt. 

Daniel noticed her reluctance to want to touch him. He wanted to throw his sister through the wall. He knew she was never a big fan of humans. She had no problems with them if they were turned and lesser in ranks, like Omegas. She would never go for her brother falling for a human, he knew his sister would not like it. He took a deep breath. "This is room number six." 

He opened the door to lead her in the room. It was your typical examination room, only a little larger. The examination table sat in the far off left corner. On the counter were the usual cotton swabs, tongue depressors, and little ear scope covers in jars.

"Your needles should be over here. I, um, meant to have them brought to the main house today. I didn't know that you wouldn't have had any today or I would of had them in my room."

"Um, thank you. I'm sorry I have to be such a hassle. If you like while I do this, you can, um, go check on Kailie." 

"Kailie is fine." Daniel said through clench teeth. Daniel knew his sisters words had gotten to her.

"Well your sister said she was asking for you. Someone as messed up as she was probably needs your comfort." Anya went through the process of drawing up her insulin hoping to sound totally blasé. 

"Werewolves heal fast. She will be out of here sometime today. I am here to comfort you. I know how much you hate having to do this. I want to be here to comfort you."

Anya shuttered at the thought of how he wanted to help. She had to admit that she liked his help a lot. "You just want another shot at licking me, ya freak."

Daniel smiled as he walked over to get close to her. Leaning down so he could take in her scent, "I think you like my licking you." Rubbing his nose at the point between her shoulder and neck, "it's ok, you don't have to admit it to me."

What is he doing to me? Anya wondered. She couldn't think what she was about to do next. She couldn't even think to breath. All she could think of was how bad she wanted this man. She has never wanted something so bad in her life. 

"Are you going to take that so we can get going." Daniel chuckled.

Oh he was such an ass she thought. "Well then back up, Goliath. I can't do this if you're all in my personal space."

Daniel backed up and sat on the examination table. 

"Turn around, I can't do this if you're looking at me."

Watching Daniel turn around she could see a little smirk play on his face. She grabbed a tongue depressor off the counter and threw it at the back of his head.

"What was that for?" He asked, though he did not turn around.

"You know what that was for." She said. Then she went through the process of taking her insulin. She grabbed a cotton swab to place over the bleeding needle whole when she finished. 

"You can turn around now." She said as she walked over towards him. She doesn't know why she was compelled to go to him. Why she wanted him so badly, to feel his tongue on her body. She removed the cotton swab and looked at him. With a shaky voice, "Um do you, um mind?"

"Not at all." He said as he hopped down from the table. He knelt down placing both his hands on her hips, and ran his tongue across the hole. Though there was always a faint taste of rubbing alcohol, any time he could taste her, he was happy. He could feel her muscles tense. He looked up as she exhaled very slowly with her head tilted back. His body didn't check with his mind as he quickly stood up and placed one hand behind the nape of her neck and kissed her hungrily. Pulling her body close to him, he felt as if he could not get her close enough. Slowly he let his tongue snake out trailing her bottom lip seeking permission enter. 

Anya couldn't believe what was happening. Normally his kisses were soft and only a second long. This kiss was filled with so much passion, she could feel her whole body flood with heat. She opened to allow his tongue entrance. His taste was amazing. She could feel the liquid heat between her legs threaten to spill over. Until the door opened.

"Hey Daniel I heard you were here." Kailie said looking between the two. "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt."

"Yea, I'm sure." Anya said as she smoothed her clothes down and gathered her things. "I'll wait outside with Lucien." She walked out without waiting for an reply.

Daniel went to reach for her hand and she quickly avoided his grasp as she walked out. Daniel was pissed. "What. Do. You. Want Kailie?" It was taking everything in him to maintain control. His wolf wanted to rip her throat out for interrupting. 

"Your sister told me you were here. I just want to say hi, let you know I was headed out of here in a little bit." She moved in close to him, wanting to feel his body up close to hers. She rubbed her breast up his arm as her attempt to kiss him failed.

Daniel pushed her down off of him. She was never going to get it. "You're worse than a bitch in heat." He grabbed each side of her face forcing her to look into his eyes. "I am sorry, but it's over. Just like I told you yesterday. I truly hope you find yourself a mate one day. It's not me though. I've found my mate, and it's not you." 

He walked out of the room with not so much as a glance back. 

Anya walked out past Gladise with her head hung low. She didn't say hi or bye as the only focus was getting out the building and to Lucien. She walked out the door and sat on a bench that was out front. Lucien came and sat down next to her so she could pet him. 

"I don't know what to think anymore buddy." She said as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She had never let herself be that vulnerable before. Wolves like to hunt, she remembered, and they like to hunt often. She was just on his hunt list. Then he'll move on. Probably back to Little Miss Perfect back there. Why did she even think that she could attract a guy like that? "Ugh! Come on Lucien. Do you think you can get us back to the basket buddy?"

Lucien gave her a bark as she got up. Then they headed back to through garden to the basket. 



New Life Ch. 04



When I first got out of prison, twilight was my favorite time of day. Sitting in that little nook behind Ty's house at sunset was like heaven on Earth. The way the sun painted the sky with streaks of pinks and oranges before it disappeared behind the horizon, I thought my life couldn't get much better than that moment. That was until I started waking up next to the man of my dreams. Morning became my favorite time. Even with the snoring and puddles of drool on my chest, I still woke up with a grin on my face. After about a month, the novelty of living together had worn off, but I still cherished the feeling of his arms wrapped snugly around my torso. His leg draped over mine, keeping me in bed just a few minutes longer. But eventually he would release me to go about my morning as he knew I needed.

Even though I wasn't back to work yet, I still felt the need to start my day early. Only now instead of driving to the worksite I strolled into the little home gym Brion set up while I was still in the hospital. Sure it was equipment he already owned but he moved it all upstairs so I wouldn't have to deal with the rickety stairs down to the basement. I was up to four miles on the elliptical before Brion finally dragged himself out of bed. He greeted me with his usual groggy eyed grunt on his way into the bathroom to wash his grumpiness away. I'd gotten independent enough to cook and after the shock of the first breakfast I made him, I decided to make it a regular thing.

"You're a better wife than Soleil ever was...better head game too," he teased that first morning but I took it as the compliment it was meant. We'd gotten into a grove with each other. It wasn't that much unlike when we shared a dorm room. We still played video games into the wee hours of the morning and drank the occasional shitty beer. Made ridiculous bets, only now the wagers resulted in sexual favors so everybody won. And the few sessions with the therapist seemed to be taking some of Brion's edge off. He never said what they talked about but even when he came home with red eyes, still wet with tears, the air around him seemed lighter when he hugged me.

"So today's the big day," Brion said as he came up behind me, kissed me on my shoulder as he reached for his mug. "You excited?" He asked like he didn't know already. Today was the day the doctor would decide if I could get back to my normal life. Playing the kept lover was great but I was itching to get back to work. And drive. God I missed driving. It was a simple freedom that I had already been deprived of for long enough while I was in prison.

"I already told Ty I was coming back Monday whether the doc give me word or not," I told him and he shook his head, mumbled something about me being stubborn. "Don't give me that shit Breeze, you don't know what this is like. It's killing me being stuck..." He stopped my griping with his lips on mine.

"Don't make me get the ball Nev," he said and that turned my frown upside down. "I know you getting stir crazy being stuck home all day like I know you almost at 100%. There's no way he's not going to give you the go ahead, just don't go in there being the big angry black man. Not everybody finds it as appealing as I do," he said with a wink as he took his seat at the counter. Brion grabbed me by my shorts and pulled me to the seat beside him.

"I know...It's just...I don't like not contributing..."

"And you tell me to cut the shit," he said around a mouthful of eggs. He finished his bite and looked at me with that cocky grin of his. "The way you threw it back on me last night was enough to pay your rent into next year," he said and I gave him a hard shot to the ribs. It was just a love tap though and he laughed it off. "What I'm just saying you contribute just fine Nev. It ain't like you choosing to be in this situation. And before you say anything, that's not guilt. That's love bruh. Couples are supposed to hold each other down right? That's the point of being in a relationship ain't it?" It was my turn to kiss him and his bacon tinged breath.

"Did I tell you I love you today?"

"Not yet," he said expectantly.

"Yeah well it's early," I said as I got up to clear our empty plates. He smacked my ass as I passed him so hard it made me stumble. And my cock jump a little. 

"Oh it's like that now," he said from behind me. I heard the stool drag against the floor, smirked a little when I felt his bare chest against my back. His bulge grinding into the back of my thigh. "That's not what you was saying last night bruh," he said as he worked my shorts down beneath my ass. The waistband got stuck on my hardon and he worked his hand around to flick it down with a snap. "Talking bout some 'shit Breezy...I love how you fuck me baby'," he said as he gripped my shaft. "I don't know about you but that feel like love to me right there babyboy."

"If that's what you want to call, I'm not gonna stop you bud," I said and he slapped me hard on the ass with both hands but I bit my lip to keep my moan in check. He didn't though it was more of a growl in my ear as he ran his fingers up my crack before he pushed his middle inside me.

"Mmm that feel like love too," he said as he toyed with my hole with first one, then two fingers. "Love how you hold onto my leftovers...Just open and ready for a nigga huh...

"Shut up and fuck me," I grunted as I reached back for his dick but he swatted my hand away.

"Come on babyboy," he said with a chuckle as he teased me with his fingertips across my ass. He spread my cheeks and let a long string of spit run down between them before he mashed them together, rubbing it in. "Ask me nicely or I'll make you beg for it," he teased as he tapped my ass with his dick and I pushed back against him. Brion had no intentions of waiting, we both knew it, but he still liked to play the game we started with that first time and I didn't mind. 

With his hand on my hip, Brion pulled me back, forcing me to bend a little at the waist. Our height difference made the stand up fuck a little difficult when I was on the receiving end but we inevitably worked around it. I bent my knees a little and I felt him rise up on his tiptoes as he made his entrance. I loved that first stroke, especially when he made it hands free, using only his hips to glide into me. He was right I was still well lubed from the night before, making resistance minimal. The moan that escaped me at his entrance made him chuckle as he ran his hand up my back, lowering my chest to the countertop. His other reached around my waist to fist my cock as he rocked his hips into me. 

"Damn Nev you fit me like a glove baby," he moaned as he began to thrust. Slow and deliberate. My knees wobbled at every slow drag along my prostate and I gasped at every stroke. "I don't know which one of us is more of an idiot for not trying this out sooner...fuck this ass feel too good," he said and I moaned out a laugh.

"Let's call it a tie," I said and he gave me a hard smack with wet fingertips. "Mmm shit...me...fuck Breeze you win baby..."

"What was that...I...ain't...hear...you..."he grunted, punctuating each word with a jab of his cock to my sweet spot. Brion worked his hand over my tip to collect some of my drippings to use for lube as he worked his hand feverishly up and down my shaft. The contrasting sensations drove me to babbling and he loved every bit.

"You...fuck...ohhhh my shit...I can't...don't...fuck me...harder..."

"Damn got you speaking gibberish again huh...I love that shit babyboy," he said as his dick in my ass started to catch up to the pace of his hand. "Yeah that's it throw it back on me...let me know how you like it..."

"I fuckin' love it Breeze...I love taking this big black dick..."

"Whose is it?"

"It's yours baby... all yours," I moaned and he laughed, smacked my ass again but it wasn't as aggressive.

"Naw nigga I mean this dick," he said and I looked back at him to see his smirk.

"Mine," I said and it sounded like a question on my own ears.

"Like you mean it," he demanded with a hard thrust that buckled my knees, sent me over the edge.

"Mine!" I grunted out so loud that I'm sure the neighbors heard but I was cumming too hard to care. I must have said it five times, once for each volley, as he continued his pounding to his own climax.

"Fuck," he shouted as he drove into me hard for his last hurrah then collapsed, panting, on my back. Brion planted soft kisses all along my collarbone as he slide out of me. I hated that part, hated the feeling of being empty of him, and I immediately clenched up to keep as much of his load as possible.

He kept his arms wrapped tight around my middle as I stood, turning to face him. I loved his fresh fucked look. The blush that came to his cheeks that ran down his neck and over his chest. How sweat seemed to only bead on his nose and the hollow of his neck just beneath his adam's apple. The way his eyes seemed to glaze over just a little bit as he looked up at me dreamily. My limp dick, still sticky from his work, dug into his abs as I mashed my mouth against his in a rough kiss. My hands found his ass and I squeezed as he pressed his hips against me.

"Gonna fuck around and make me late," he moaned half in my mouth and I laughed.

"My bad," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, our bodies still connected from the chest down. "Just wanted you to know I love you that's all," I said and he sucked his teeth, rolled his eyes.

"Whatever bruh...I love you too."

We shared a quick shower but he got out before I was done. It really was late, but he came back in to kiss me goodbye and remind me what time he'd return to chauffeur me to my (last) appointment. He told me he loved me again and I didn't tease him this time. Never did when we were leaving each other. It was something that came out of the attack. An unspoken agreement, just in case it was the last time we saw each other.

Out of the shower I called my father. We had been speaking everyday since I woke up, and now that I was home, multiple times a day. I always got at least one phone call and sometimes a text or two which blew my mind the first time. One Friday evening I entertained him during one of his wife's bible studies, he wasn't participating but it was held in his living room where the only TV in the house was located. But heaven forbid he not be available to perpetuate her illusion of a happy home to the congregation. I didn't mind being his out, in fact I was honored. Our relationship had become less tentative, more natural. It helped that we'd been doing a lot of father/son stuff with Brion and Mac, which Brion and I called double dates just to make our dads feel awkward. Didn't stop them from dropping by our place to watch football on Monday nights or our Saturday afternoon brunches. Sunday's were still reserved for Margie and she was happy to set an extra place for my father. His wife though was not invited, Margie made that perfectly clear and my father didn't even flinch. It was only a matter of time before he worked up the nerve to end his unhappiness but I wasn't going to push. It wasn't my place.

He wished me luck at my appointment, told me he'd prayed on it and that I shouldn't worry about it too much. I had my life and that's what matter most. In my heart I agreed with him but my head said I needed more so I got dressed in my usual jeans and white t-shirt and headed out to the garage. Somebody told me once that if you want something you have to put it out into the universe so I figured what better way to do it than in my own whip. I pulled the tarp off delicately, folded it up and put it away on one of the shelf before I back my other baby out to the bottom of the driveway. Brion would have something to say about it but I really didn't give a shit. We were taking my car, he could drive us there but I was damn sure going to drive back. The offer of curbside service back to work would surely win him over.

And it did. It wasn't even an argument. That's all I had to say to stop his shaking head and his response was, "Cool wit me bruh." But he insisted he drive there and I shrugged my shoulders as I climbed into the passenger seat. Whether it was the power of prayer, the universe, or hardwork I didn't know but the doctor took one look at me sitting on that exam table and cleared me for take off. Him checking how my wounds had healed seemed like only a formality. I could have kissed him, had I not had somebody more appealing to kiss in the waiting room. I called Ty in the parking lot I was so excited. Not too excited to wrestle my keys away from Breeze trying to sneak his way into the driver's seat.

"This some bullshit right here," Brion said with sucked teeth as I pulled into a spot directly across the street from the high rise that housed his gym. "Ain't never a spot on this block...never."

"Must be my lucky day then," I said and he sucked his teeth again as he leaned over to give me a quick kiss before he got out. "I think I might do some strolling a while. Shame to waste such a perfect spot. Maybe work on filling in some of that empty space on my side of the closet," I said as I followed to the crosswalk. It was safer than trying to dart across four lanes of midday traffic plus there was the added bonus of being able to spend a few more moments with him. "What you think bud?"

"Maybe add a haircut to that list," Brion said with a smirk as he gave my mangy beard a quick scratch. "Starting to look a little wily."

"You sure don't mind tugging on it..."

"I much rather tug something else though," he said with a wink as we started to cross the street. "My shop is only around the block," he said as he pulled out his phone and started dialing. I listened as he called his barber and inquired of his availability. "Yeah, I'll send him right now...Naw my mans. Put it on my tab...Yeah, yeah tip too. Give him the works," he said just before he hung up. "I only have a couple more clients today, plus my session at 4:30. You don't...

"Please," I said with rolled eyes and a gentle shove. He smirked a little and gave my t-shirt a tug. "I'll be around when you ready Breeze," I said and gave him my fist to bump. "Just call me, okay."

"I'll do that."

I watched him through the doors a moment while he waited for the elevator, admiring him from a distance. I was still a little flabbergasted at the fact that we were together, and how normal it felt. All the fear I felt at coming out seemed to be for nothing. Even despite spending nearly half a year in the hospital, I never thought life out of the closet would be so simple. I guess it was just easier being who you are than pretending to be somebody else. Walking down a busy street before always came with some sort of anxiety, wondering if the people I passed knew my secret. Now that I wasn't keeping one, I found it easier to look up, not to avert my eyes from passing strangers. I even found myself returning smiles and brief nods from passersby. And I didn't even roll my eyes as I pulled open the door to Brion's fancy barber shop.

It was nothing like my neighborhood barber. For starters it was quiet. It wasn't as if there weren't any patrons, all six chairs were occupied and there were four guys and a woman waiting on the padded leather benches in front of the window. There was a receptionist who greeted me with a smile, asked my name, and invited me to have a seat. I was even offered a beverage while I waited, I declined but it was still nice. I was more hungry than anything else so I shot Gianni a text to find out where he was parked for the day. A heavy sigh rumbled through my lips when I read his reply.

[Not in the truck today big fella :(...my idiot assistant didn't renew my permit so the Italian Stallion is down til Monday, Tuesday at the latest]

[FML!!]

[Lol...I'm sure it ain't that serious. WYD]

[Waiting on a haircut at Breeze's shop]

[Bout fuckin time bro...starting to look like a damn grizzly bear]

[And that place is a salon]

[Tell me about it bud. I feel crazy out of place]

[Why? No overly heated debates about seemingly innocent topics]

[Lol you got jokes...hey was thinking of doing some shopping after. Care to assist]

[Hell yeah...I'll meet you down there] 

[Aight bud see you in a few]

[Later bro]

It wasn't long before my name was being called and I was being led to an empty chair in the back by the receptionist. Three shampoo station and a manicurist furthered Gianni's point that this was in fact a salon and before I knew it a cape was being swept over me. I was not expecting what the mirror's reflection held.

"I'm Kat and you are Neville," said the bronze skinned Amazon that stood behind me. Her studded boots barely had a heel and I could tell she wasn't that much shorter than me. In my straight days, she would have been just my type with her pastel blue hair cut in that 50s greaser style. Her bottom lip was pierced, as was her nose and eyebrow. There was a bleeding heart tattooed in the center of her chest and a pinup girl straddling a missile on her forearm. She had others, her low cut tank top and tuxedo vest did little to hide her painted arms and chest. She was gorgeous in an almost mannish sort of way. "Nice to finally meet you. He talks so much about you I feel like we already met."

"Oh yeah," I droned as she started to massage my scalp. "He's been trying to get me in here for the longest. Said you're the best..."

"Ahh, flattery will get you no where with me hun," she said with a smirk as she worked her hands down my face. "Keeping this right," she asked of my beard and I nodded. "We'll just tame it up a little. Give you a nice line but keep the scruff. What do you think?"

"I trust you," I said as she lay me back in the chair and draped a hot towel over my face. I heard her chuckle but it wasn't one that made me nervous so I lay back and relaxed to let her do her thing.

With the towel over my face I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt her picking out my hair which could have been a pretty full afro if I cared to manage it. I heard her walk away then return with another set of footsteps. The second set settled in front of me and began clipping my fingernails. I'd never had a manicure before, biting my nails had always seemed good enough but I had to admit it was nice to be taken care of this way. She massaged my hands as Kat sat me up and started cutting. By the time she took the towel away I was thoroughly relaxed and impressed by what she had done to the top of my head. It wasn't a cut I would have chosen for myself but it suited me nicely and I didn't even tell her what I wanted. She trimmed up my beard then used a straight razor to line up my face.

"What do you think," she asked as she dusted me off and I couldn't even pretend not to be pleased.

"Hope you got room for me on your client list," I told her as I ran my hand over my beard.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she cranked the chair down and I got up. She walked me out to the desk and together we set up an appointment in a couple weeks. Just as we were finishing up the door chimed and the receptionist greeted the new customer with the same warmth as she had me.

"I'm just looking for my buddy," Gianni said, though his eyes were trained on Kat and I shook my head. "But if this is the kind of magic yall work in here I might have to make a change," he said with a slap to my back. He gave me a nudge with his elbow and I rolled my eyes.

"Kat, Gianni. Gianni, Kat," I said as he stuck out his hand. She shook it but the look on her face said she read his predatory gaze well.

"Well make an appointment," she said with a smirk. "I'm sure one of the other guys can fit you in. My dance card is pretty full these days."

"Aww, that's messed up," he said very dramatically, his hand over his heart. And again I shook my head, but she laughed. "Guess I'll just have to get on the waiting list then."




New Life Ch. 04



"Well here's my card," she said as she pushed two across the desk. "We'll see what we can do about getting you in my chair. See you in a couple weeks Neville. It was nice to finally meet you."

"Me, too right?" was Gianni pleading addition but all she did was laugh and shake her head as she went back to work. "She wants me," he said once we got to the street and all I could do was shake my head. "What, she gave me her number."

"She gave it to me too dumbass," I said showing him my card before I slipped it into my wallet. "Look man I don't need you fucking up me and Breeze's good thing with your cock bud."

"Aww come on big fella I'm a changed man," he said jokingly but I sensed a bit of sincerity in his jest. "But real talk she did an awesome job. I know somebody's getting his dick wet tonight..."

"Stop it," I told him with a shove and he stumbled away from me. "And for your information, I ain't need a haircut for that," I said and he made a face.

"Aight man TMI," he said shaking his head and I laughed.

"You started it."

"Yeah and you finished it so let's just leave it there," he said with a smirking shake of his head.

We walked a couple more blocks in silence mostly before we turned into a tailor shop. Gianni said because of my size it would be best to get measured before I bought anything, and since I'd never done it before I didn't dispute it. When he asked one of the guys working if "Carmine" was around, I didn't expect his brother to come strolling out from behind a curtain. We'd never met but they were almost carbon copies. Same hieght, same swarthy complexion, same wiry build. The only difference was Carmine was clean shaven and had brown eyes. I imagined there weren't any tattoos under his tailored blue shirt and black vest, or pierced nipples. Even their way of speaking was similar, they made the same gestures and it wasn't long before they drifted into their first language as I stood back waiting to be introduced. They talked a few minutes before Carmine even noticed me standing there and smiled.

"Who's your friend," he said with a nod at me and Gianni looked over like he forgot I was there. "New boo?" He asked teasingly and Gianni gagged.

"Eww bro..."

"Like you never thought about it," I said with sucked teeth and they both laughed.

"That's not the point and that was like forever ago...anyway Carmine this is my buddy Neville. He needs help getting some new duds."

"So I see," Carmine said with an appraising look but he wasn't being a jerk about it, even though Gianni gave his chest a little backhanded slap. "Well Neville let's get you measured up and see what we can do for you today."

Carmine was all business as he took my measurements, ignoring Gianni's teasing and generally distracting behavior. After a while I got a feel for the dynamics of their relationship. Typical big brother/little brother stuff and it seemed that the traumas of the past had been forgotten between them. I could hear Carmine giving him familial updates as I tried on anything they brought me, even stuff I wouldn't pick on my own. I'm not a flashy guy and I could tell who brought what by how close it was to my simple style. I ended up getting a few pairs of pants and a couple shirts. Carmine was nice enough to give me the family discount saying, "Anybody who willingly hangs out with him must be blood." He also wrote down my measurements for me and promised to tailor anything I brought in personally.

We went to lunch after that, a little cafe we'd been to before. Gianni went to school with the owner and he came out to chat a little while we ate. He'd sent food to the hospital a few times while I was out and I thanked him profusely for it. He accepted but said it was a small gesture that any decent person would extend. I told him there weren't that many decent people in the world. He left us but the serious tone he brought to the table stayed. Gianni seemed a little down, like he had something to say but couldn't, which was unnerving because he never had a problem saying anything.

"Yo when's the last time you talked to Colin," he asked finally and I furrowed my brow, thinking. It had been a while.

"He came to see me a few time while I was in the hospital and I called him once or twice since I've been home but no reponse. Why what's up?"

"He's not doing too good with the whole being out thing. Those fuckers he lived with kicked him out so he's back at his parents. Ty offered him your room but he didn't take it. You know how he is about handouts. He's in a bad way, and I'm not saying it's your fault or even that you have anything to do with it, but I think he might think that now that you and Breeze are together..."

"Like I think he was just a piece of ass or something. That's bullshit bud," I said a little too loud but I was pissed that anybody would assume that of me. 

"I know, I know big fella that's not you but he don't know you like I do," Gianni said with a hand on my arm. "And he's not the type to ask either. He knows you're happy and that's pretty much all that matters to him. He don't want to do anything to change that. Probably why he's not calling you back."

"I don't like that."

"I know that's why I'm breaking guy code to tell you," he said with a chuckle and I smirked a little. "You think Breeze would have a problem with him?" That made me laugh.

"Only if he couldn't watch," I said and it took him a minute but he picked up what I was putting down.

"Really?"

"Let's just say that Red helped Breeze see the light," I said with a wink.

"Well shit if it's like that then there's only one thing to do about it now."

"He-Den," I said with my half-empty glass of iced tea raised.

"He-Den," he replied as he clinked.

"What you doing tonight bud," I asked him and he smiled. I checked the time on my phone and he snorted. 

"How long before you gotta pick up the missus," he asked with a smirk.

"You know he'd have you swallowing teeth he heard you say that," I said and he rolled his eyes. "He's gonna call when he's ready."

"So we got time for shoes then," he asked with a glance down at my boots. They weren't the ones I wore to work but they were still construction boots. Both he and Breeze always had something to say about them but they don't know how hard is for someone to find fashionable 15 ½s. "I see that look on your face big fella but I know just the place for you."

I had my doubts but I shrugged my shoulders and paid our tab. Of course he fought me on it but I'm bigger so I won. It took a few blocks but I noticed we were backtracking towards my car and before I knew it we were passing Brion's gym and heading into the sneaker store a few doors down. When we went in, I was surprised to find a guy my size working behind the counter. That was nearly unheard of for me in less the store had "big" or "tall" in it's name. And there weren't just shoes on the walls, there were racks of casual clothes, hats, belts, and it all seemed larger than a 2x. I guess I should have taken a closer look at the sign outside. It did say "Big Body Apparel" but I assumed it was just a name. He was ringing up a couple girls and gave us a nod as he finished up with them. As they left he came around the counter and gave Gianni dap before he turned to me.

"Damn bro I ain't been eye to eye with nobody since I stopped playing ball," he said to me as he stuck out his hand which I took to be pulled into the familiar half hug that men do. "G brought you to the right place my friend." 

"I been by here a few times but never came inside," I said already looking around. "My partner works at the gym in the high rise..."

"Hard body Black dude...light skin, goatee," he said and I smirked a little. "Damn and here I thought I ain't have a chance. I see him running every now and then...shoulda took a chance huh G."

"Woulda been a waste bro. That's Nev's boo from way back."

"He's gonna kick ya ass when he see you bud," I told Gianni and he waved me away.

"We shot a fair one once already. Ain't no thang."

"Hey man I ain't mean no disrespect or nothing..."

"Chill bud, you good" I said, swatting away his apology. "I know what he look like."

"Yeah I'm sure you do," Big Body said with a far off look, like he was imagining it for himself. "Anyway now that I'm thoroughly jealous, let's get you hooked up shall we."

Big Body, or Craig as I prefered to call him, was a godsend. Aside from body size, we shared similar stories. We were both collegiate level athletes who lived very closeted lives before bad decisions forced us to get real about who we are. My bad decisions lead me to prison, his sent him to rehab where he made a few other tough life choices. Turned out he really didn't like playing basketball, it was just something to do to win his parents approval. Lucky for him, he didn't really need to do anything but be happy so when he got out and expressed an interest in fashion they didn't think twice about sending him to art school. When he was done and came to them with his idea of opening a store for the dapper man of a certain size, they invested heavily in his dream. In a college town that touted nationally ranked football and basketball teams, there was no shortage of clientele and within a year he was able to payback his parents.

With all the trying on, talking, and joking I lost complete track of time until my phone rang in the fitting room. I cursed when I realized I hadn't put it on silent and D'Angelo started playing. With my pants in a knot on the floor, it took two rounds of the chorus for "Untitled" before I got it out to answer it.

"Wassup Breeze," I said a little breathless, shaking my head as the two clowns on the other side of the curtain sang along. "You ready?"

"Uhhh...yeah...why you sound like that," he asked, his tone more concerned than accusatory, either way it made me smile.

"I'm at that store down from your place trying on shit..."

"I told you to change that ringtone bruh," he said laughing and I rolled my eyes. "Tell the Italian stallion he ain't the only one with the magic stick."

"I'll do no such thing."

"Man, you ain't no fun," he said with sucked teeth. "And stop rolling your eyes, I'll be there in a sec."

Not two minutes later I heard the door buzz and Gianni yell, "The champ is here." A little joke about their first encounter that had yet to get old. There were slapped hands and introductions made as I got dressed and gathered up the armload of swag I planned to purchase. But when I got out to the register Brion was already standing there, tapping his card on the glass. I shook my head and he gave me his back. 

"Well shit let me toss a couple things on that pile," Gianni said from behind me and Brion flipped him the bird. "If that's what it takes bro you know I'm down. I'm not above doing something strange."

"It wouldn't be that strange," Craig said and Gianni shot him a look. "I know you ain't cover up that tat bro."

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, waving my hands back and forth. I'd always wondered and I'd asked about it but never gotten a straight answer. "You're the BB on his ass?"

"In the flesh," he said with a blown kiss at Gianni as he rang up my stuff. 

"Oh yeah, well you better watch your back Breeze...and your front for that matter. You got a secret admirer..."

"Really bro I thought we was boys," Craig said and Brion took a comically large step away from the counter. "I catch you running every now and then but I'm kinda shy you know and I kinda figured you for straight so I kinda just watched you float by every now and then..."

"I'm handsome I know," Brion said with that cocky grin of his and a pat to his arm to cut off his rambling. Craig's face had turned beet red beneath his light brown beard and sweat had started to bead on his neck. If he lifted his arms I was sure he probably had pit stains. "Shoulda took a chance bruh," he added with a wink.

"Aight that's enough of that," I said as I grabbed the bags in one hand and slipped my other around Brion's shoulders, steering him towards the door. "Keep your ogling at a distance bud," I said to Craig over my shoulder and he chuckled a little.

"I can do that," he said with a salute and I noticed the way his eyes shifted down to Brion's ass. I let that one slide, I'm sure it wasn't the first time. 

It was dark by the time we finally made it outside and I was feeling pretty good about the day I had, even better about what the night might promise. I knew Breeze had to be at his gym in the afternoon but that never stopped him from partying the night before. We hadn't been out since I came home and I thought we both needed to do something more than watch ESPN in our underwear on a Friday night. Don't get me wrong, I loved the normal but we're too young to be so settled. 

"You know Dezy said we need to get out some," Brion said as he slipped his arms around my waist. His chin on my chest, he looked up at me and smirked at my furrowed brow. "My therapist," he said, answering the question on my face. "Said going back to work is just the first step of getting through all this and I think I agree with him. So what's say me, you, and that asshole in there go get in some trouble like before."

"We were just talking about that actually," I said after a quick kiss to his forehead. A group of guys caught us as they passed and one of them mumbled something like "Get a room fags," but before either of us could say anything one of his buddies gave him a kick in the ass and told him to grow up. But the best part was Brion's reaction, or better yet, lack of one all together. Something like that would have enraged him and I would have been breaking up a fight but all he did was laugh and turn his attention back to me. The therapy was helping him through more than what happened and I was glad for it. "We was thinking about making a trip to the club..."

"The club huh," he said with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Yeah bro," Gianni said as he lit a cigarette. "I already got a car so we can do it up old school."

"We ain't known each other long enough to do anything "old school"," Brion said with air quotes around the last. He was right of course but it never felt that way.

"Aww come on Breeze don't be a Debbie Downer...save that for the big fella later on tonight," Gianni said with a wink at me and I stepped out of the line of fire. "I'm saying why not solidify what we got going on here by going back to where it all started," he explained as he threw an arm around us both. Brion shook him off though and rolled his eye.

"Well we missing someone ain't we," Breeze said with a wink at me and I smiled a little. "I mean if we gonna kick it old school. Right?" 

"That's what's up bro," Gianni shouted with a fist pump before he jostled Breeze about the shoulders. "Wanna pregame at my place?"

"Nope come to ours. It needs breaking in," Brion said and narrowed his eyes at him, squashing any dirty comeback and Gianni raised his hands in mock defense.

"Aight I'll call and change the pick up spot but I'm not staying over..."

"Who invited you," I said and Gianni pretended to be hurt. "I love you bud but I know you don't wanna hear what we got going on these days."

"Good point," he said. There was more, I could tell but he kept it to himself. "Aight I'll bring some food. Call Colin."

"As soon as I get to the crib," I told him and he shook his head. "Now?"

"I'm sure he's just getting home, don't give him a chance to get settled or make other plans."

He had a point so I did as he told me as we parted ways. It rang twice before it went to voicemail so I knew he'd forwarded the call. I didn't leave a message, instead sent a text before I called back. He picked up on the first ring.

"I'm not avoiding you I swear," he said with a nervous laugh.

"You on speaker...I'm driving."

"Not alone then huh," he said, sounding a little disappointed and I laughed.

"I could plug my ears if you want," Breeze said making Colin laugh for real and I liked that.

"You don't have to. I'll be respectful, I promise," he said quietly and I heard him moving around in the background.

"Fuck that bruh be real...you miss him," he said and I nearly swerved off the road. All he did was wink and pat my thigh. There was a long silence and I swear I thought he might hang up. But he didn't, we could hear his breath through my speakers.

"Yes," he said eventually. It came out in a whisper and then there was more breathing. "So much," he added with a little more conviction.

"Then come out with us tonight," Breeze said, taking over the entire conversation. "Let me work," he mouthed to me and I shook my head. "I mean if you don't have anything better to do. Me, Nev, and Gianni was just gonna have a couple drinks at our place then make a trip up to He-Den if you're interested. Nothing big."

"I don't know," he said after another long pause and I started to speak but Brion put his hand over my mouth. "Don't you think that might be a little weird...seeing as...well...the last time..."

"Yeah I was an ass last time so let me make it up to you. I wanted to before but everything happened so fast, I never really got the chance. And I never thanked you for speaking up for us. That took a lot of balls bruh, shaking your life up like that when you didn't really have to..."

"I needed too," Colin said and I could hear him choking back emotion. "Things might be a little shitty for me right now but I'm glad I did and you don't need to thank me."

"Then let me buy you a few drinks to help make things a little less shitty," Breeze said quickly as I pulled into the driveway but we didn't get out, waiting for Colin's response. "I think we all need a little less shitty in our lives these days, don't you think?"

A sniffling chuckle, then, "Yeah...alright I'm in! What time should I come by?"

"Whenever bruh, you remember the address?"

"Yup, now that I'm at my parent's I ride past your street everyday. I'm literally two streets over..."

"Then why the hell haven't you been by," I said, not meaning to be so gruff but they both laughed.

"Didn't know how welcomed I'd be...since you guys...you know..."

"Fuck that bruh," Brion said almost as intense as I had but Colin still laughed. "Bring your welcomed ass over anytime."

"Alright, alright. Lemme get showered up and stuff I'll be over in a few."

"Good shit bruh, see you then," Breeze said before he hit the end button on the console without letting me say a word. Just as I was about to open my mouth to tell him about himself, he shoved his tongue in and I lost my train of thought. That cocky grin was on his face when he pulled away and I couldn't say he didn't deserve to be wearing it. "I ain't mean to hijack that but I think he needs this like we do."

"You been talking to Gianni, too?" I asked as we got out of the car.

"No but I can only imagine how he's doing. Granted his situation might have been a little less...intense but he carried it around with him for a lot longer. I wasn't bullshitting about anything I said to him. That wasn't game," he said as we made it into the house and I tossed my bags on the floor by the door. Brion gave me a look and I sucked my teeth. He folded his arms across his chest and I rolled my eyes. "Please," he said, almost pleading and I folded, took the bags to the bedroom and he continued speaking like it was nothing. What he told Colin might have been sincere but what he did to me was game. 

"I been doing a lot of thinking about us and how we ended up here. He played a bigger role in us than I think either of us realize. My memory might be a little fuzzy but yall wanted to take me home but he insisted that you take me back...that I needed to be watched. What if you did bring me back here and that crazy fucker got in..."

"I wouldn't have left you here alone Brion. You gotta know better than that," I told him as I worked my new clothes on to hangers and he undressed. I was not at all distracted by his bare skin in boxer briefs, or his manly scent in the air.




New Life Ch. 04



"I know but it's something I've thought about. And what if I didn't catch you guys together the morning after. I would have never saw this new you. You're not the guy I grew up with Neville. Don't get me wrong I've always loved you but seeing you so confident, so sure of yourself. I think I fell in love watching you handle him. I didn't know you had that in you. And if you didn't leave to take him home I don't know if I would have had the chance to talk myself into giving this a chance..."

"And I might not have had the chance to soup myself up," I added with a smirk and he laughed.

"I'm not saying this wouldn't have happened but he damn sure pulled a thread. I know you think I got ulterior motives," he said and I furrowed my brow. "Okay maybe a little but really it's not about that. I just think we should be friends that's all and if something happens, it happens. I won't force the issue."

I believed him enough to move on to the business of getting ready. We showered together but it was innocent. All we did was wash and share the events of our separate days. I told him Kat was my new barber but I couldn't make my appointment the same time as his and he talked of his growing client list. Apparently Brion was the new it trainer for the wealthy homosexuals in our little metropolis and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about all the attention he was getting. There was a waiting list by the time he went back to work, so long that he had to start training in groups of threes. It gave him an idea though. Since he already had the space, and now the clientele, Brion was starting to think he might be able to branch out on his own. He just wasn't sure of how legal it would be for him to operate a business out of his non-profit space. The kids were his priority and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize meeting their needs.

I fought off his desire to dress me. Regardless of how much more stylish he may have been, I wasn't willing to cross into that area in our relationship. I was more than willing to take his suggestions but as soon as he started laying out clothes, I kicked him out of our bedroom and shut the door. At the tailor's Carmine made a good point about the pants I'd been wearing. Work pants and out pants shouldn't be the same cut, even if they're made of the same material. He also convinced me that I should get over my prison induced aversion to orange and khaki, something his brother had been working on for almost as long as I'd known him. With that in mind, I pulled on my new slim fit chino colored jeans. It took some doing to get my boys to cooperate but we worked it out. A v-neck and a burgundy button down with some funky orange paisley design on the inside so it showed when I rolled up the sleeves. I left it open halfway, put on a belt, and took my new sneakers out of the box. I hadn't worn Chucks since high school but these limited editions I picked up and put down three times before Craig told me that meant I had to have them. The street mids were a little bulkier so they didn't look as silly as all-stars on my big feet. 

When I finally came out of the bedroom Brion was coming up from the basement with a plastic shoebox tucked under his arm. He actually did a doubletake as he passed me. "Very nice Mr. Sinclair, very nice indeed," he said but it wasn't necessary. His approval was written on his face, like I'm sure mine was, and he wasn't even finished dressing yet. In just a tank top, his jeans sat low allowing the waistband of his boxer briefs to peek out a little as he bent over in the fridge. I asked him to grab me a beer and he popped the cap on the edge of the counter before he gave it to me. And I got dirty looks for leaving my shoes in the middle of the floor but I kept that to myself, just shook my head as I went out for a smoke. I wasn't outside five minutes before I heard my phone ringing and Brion yelled out that it was Gianni before he answered it. The sounds of their bickering made me smile. It was nice to have them be so sweet to each other while I was recovering but this was better. And before long an old Bronco came to a rumbling stop in front of my house, giving me more of a reason to smile.

He looked nervous as he came up the walkway, even paused and made like he might go back to his truck. I didn't turn the porch light on so Colin probably didn't see me watching him give himself a quick pep talk before he finished the short walk to the front stairs. He saw me then and immediately turned red.

"Shit Neville," he said, pretending to be startled. "You scared me."

"Sure I did," I said with a smirk as I got up and hugged him. It took him a moment but he put his arm around my shoulder. The other was busy cradling a handle of SoCo, his drink of choice. "I'm glad you came bud," I told him as I roughed his hair. 

"He made it seem like I didn't have a choice," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah he can be like that sometimes," I agreed with a shrug and he laughed. "But still it's good to see you."

"You would have seen me when you came back to work," he said and I rolled my eyes, to which he chuckled and I noticed a little bit of his nervousness drain away. I didn't think he would be content until he knew for sure that Brion was okay with us hanging out. It wasn't enough that Brion was the one who invited him. "I hear Monday's the big day."

"Yeah and I can't wait," I told him as I opened the front door to Breeze rolling a joint with his feet up.

"That dumb fuck'll be here in a little bit. Talking bout he don't remember how to get here. He was just here the other day. I swear all that time in that smoky ass truck fucking with his brain," he said without looking up. "Talking bout some don't eat cause he don't wanna be taking home leftovers..."

"Breeze," I said cutting off his tirade and Colin broke out into giggles.

"Oh shit what's up Red. My bad I'm being rude as fuck I ain't even see you."

"It's cool man, no worries," was Colin's easy reply as he bumped Breeze's fist.

"How many shots you have while I was outside?"

"Maybe 3," he said and I showed Red five fingers, to which Brion flipped me the bird. "You smoke bruh?"

"I dabble."

"Well have a seat relax while we wait for our idiot friend," Brion said with a nod at the seat next to him. I took Red's bottle and poured him a drink like a good host while Breeze did his best to make him feel at home. He even gave him the remote and had Colin shift over into the reclining section where he sat. It was my seat but I didn't complain, just stretched out on the other end. They talked almost as if I wasn't there and I didn't mind, I knew what Breeze was doing but it was innocent. He and Gianni had a relationship that didn't always include me, but all he knew of Colin was what I told him and vice versa. This was like their first meeting and I didn't mind playing the background for that. I didn't have many friends left after my prison stint and now that I let the world know I was gay the ones that stuck around faded away. Colin, Gianni, and Tyler were all I had in the friend department these days and who doesn't want their partner to get along with their buddies.

By the time Gianni got there we were working on our third joint. I was having my fourth beer while Red and Breeze put a serious dent in the handle of SoCo, so needless to say we were all thoroughly relaxed. And ravenous. I didn't even let him get into the door before I snatched the trays from his arms without so much as a "wassup". At least Breeze handed him the joint as he and Red followed me into the kitchen. Gianni helped himself to one of my beers and soon the only sounds were smacking lips and hungry grunts as we hovered around the counter. Red was the first to tap out, and Breeze wasn't too far behind. They both went back to flop onto the couch but not before Red noticed Brion's prized video game collection. And here was their common ground, besides me. They were in gamer heaven together sitting on the floor like two preteens on Christmas morning babbling about grinding fps's and taking out campers. It wasn't long before handles were exchanged and the XBox was fired up.

"So I guess I should cancel the car then," Gianni said with a nod at them and I shook my head.

"Fuck that bud. I'm going out with or without them."

"We can hear you," Red shouted, without turning around.

"How long we got," came from Breeze, his eyes glued to screen.

"Hour, maybe a hour and a half..."

"Aww shit man that's plenty of time," Red said and they high fived. 

"Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Well I'm out of here when that car comes," I said loud enough for them to hear clearly over the battle sounds blaring through the speakers in surround sound.

"Yeah, yeah whatever bruh, make yourself useful and twist something up since ya boy over there chiefing."

"I was just bout to ask if you had anymore of this," Gianni said holding smoke as we joined the little boys in the living room. I didn't think they even noticed us until Brion slid back a little to lean against my legs. 

I rolled two, lit one and gave it to Red but kept the other for Gianni and I to share. Before we knew it the car was outside and the boys didn't give any trouble. We took a shot for the road and were out the door.

*****

"So you mean to tell me in all that time you guys never messed around," Colin asked Gianni and I. Sprawled out in the back of the limo, it was the end of an awesome night of partying. Gianni had lost his shirt and Breeze lay a drink away from passing out with his head in my lap as Colin grilled us about our past relations. It was a familiar line of questioning and we gave the same answers.

"Nope," I said and Brion gave a drunken snort.

"Never bro."

"Not even a kiss...a hand job...circle jerk...nothing? But Tyler was your first," he asked me and I nodded. "But only that one time when you got out."

"And the morning after," Brion clarified in a sing songy voice and even I had to laugh at his timing.

"Forgive me if I find that hard to believe...I mean look at you guys. You can't tell me you never thought about it. Not even once."

"Nobody said that," Gianni said with a wink at me. "We didn't want to fucking up the living situation."

"But you don't live together now."

"And now he has him. I'm no homewrecker bro."

"Naw bruh," Brion droned as he sat up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He chugged it halfway down before he added, "Don't put me in the middle of this. We got an understanding."

"Breeze!"

"What," he said swatting my hand away from his mouth. "If we can't be real with our boys then what's the point of having them."

"Well that's interesting," Colin said with a lusty gaze.

"Oh really now," Gianni said at almost the same time. "So tell me of this understanding?"

Breeze looked at me then, that stupid grin on his face and I shook my head. They say communication is key in any relationship and we had the silent kind down to a science. He tipped his head to the side just a little ("Come on Babyboy we said we was gonna have fun right?") and I rolled my eyes. He licked his lips, bit the bottom one and chuckled a little bit ("Don't act like you don't want to?"). I let out a long deep breath and rubbed my hand over my face, my eyes settling on the two of them watching us intently. Of course I wanted to, that wasn't even a question. I was more concerned about the fallout. This was the start of something good for the four of us and I didn't want to complicate it getting our dicks involved. But then a little voice popped in my head told me I was thinking too much.

"We just want to have fun," I said eventually and Gianni sat forward. "He's not exactly gay and it's not like I hated sleeping with women. And there's things I might want to try that he might not be that into..."

"What kind of things," Colin asked and Brion snorted again.

"I don't know yet," I said with a smirk and he blushed a little. "We love each, enough to know that our interests might not always be in sync. Enough to know that I'll never have tits and he might never be able to take it as hard as I want to give it. But instead of trying to ignore it, we figured why not go with it..."

"So if I tried to kiss him right now you wouldn't try and throw me out of this car," Gianni asked Brion, but his eyes were on me. My mouth in particular.

"Shit bruh, don't talk about it be about it."

"I think I'll wait til the car stops," he said with a smirk. "Better to be safe than sorry."

We all laughed at that, then fell silent, though there were a lot of stolen glances the rest of the ride back to our place. I'm sure we were all think similar thoughts. Were we really going to cross this line? Would it be worth it to risk our friendships to have a little dirty fun for one night? And would it only be one night?

When the car finally stopped, Brion barreled out like a man possessed, shouting to the neighborhood how bad he had to piss. Colin seemed very interested in this information and followed closely behind. I saw them get to the door, saw Colin say something I couldn't hear, and heard Brion's laughing response.

"Well sheeeit YOLO mufucka," he said and slung his arm around Red's neck in a loose headlock to drag him inside. I could only imagine what that was about. I heard Gianni laugh behind me and say something to the driver. He followed me up to the porch with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"So what's up bud..." And he kissed me, as soon as the screen door shut, he was on me. I was too shocked to respond at first, my mouth clamped shut. He must have took that to mean I wasn't into it and started to pull away. But I grabbed him around the back of his neck and his belt behind him, holding him to me. My tongue slipped into his moan and Gianni sucked it gently but when he started in on my buttons I gave him a little nudge with my knee. 

"Well that was..." He said with a little grin as I wiped his bottom lip with my thumb. 

"Yeah...definitely but you should probably let him know he's off duty," I said with a nod at the driver impatiently waiting outside the car. "Don't worry, I'll wait.

"Umm...yeah...I'll just...yeah...Lemme go do that," he said as he backed off the porch. He stumbled on the way down and I smirked a little. In all the time I'd known him I don't think I ever saw Gianni flustered before. But the fact that I wasn't was even more of a surprise. I watched him jog back, his nipples hard under his tank top in the late fall breeze and I felt my pants getting tight at the crotch. "I noticed you didn't have your own," he said as he offered me a smoke, which I took and his offered light. "Those jeans don't leave much to the imagination. I like it. You lookin' real good these days big fella," he said as he settled into one of the chairs and I sat down beside him.

"And you always look good," I told him honestly and he laughed a little. There was a little bit of nerves floating around between us but I wasn't going to be the one to mention it.

"Ehh I do aight," he said with a glance at me. "I'm so fuckin' jealous," he said and I looked at him sideways. He laughed and said, "Don't look at me like that bro I'm not about to go single white female on you. I'm just saying you guys got something good here...I just...guess I miss that."

"So stop dicking around..."

"So says the guy inviting me and another dude in the bed he shares with his boyfriend, I'm sorry, partner," he said with a scoff and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Hey man to each their own. And nobody said you had to stick around..."

"Yeah like I'd miss this," he said with a smirk and leaned over to put a hand on my crotch. I put my hand over his and stood, pulled him up with me.

Brion stood in the fridge chugging water straight out of the pitcher. The way his shorts lay against his ass I could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath. There were incenses burning and a couple sheets folded up on the arm of the couch. A couple packs of blunt wraps, a little brown bottle, and a few black and gold boxes lay on the end table. The pitcher empty Breeze deposited it in the sink to refill it and came around the counter with one hand in his shorts. I knew that jiggle, the head of his cock between his thumb and forefinger as he gave it a shake. It also explained his sudden thirst. 

"Drank too much," I asked him and he rolled his eyes. Gianni chuckled as he moved behind me and flopped down on the couch 

"Yeah bruh," He said breathlessly, shaking his head. He asked Gianni for a smoke and sat down to light it. "Don't look at me like that. The ban lifted for the night. I'm too fucked up too care," he said honestly and we laughed.

"Yeah well you keep working on that, " I said said with my eyes glued to his hand pumping in his shorts. My tongue came out to wet my lips. "Where the hell is Red?" 

"Said he wanted to clean up a little?"

"Up or out?" Gianni asked with a chuckle as he took it upon himself to get another blunt rolling. He glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "I saw squeeze top water bottles in your kitchen earlier...you know he aims to please." 

"That he does, " I said with a chuckle of my own. I left them to strip down to my boxer briefs, resisting the urge to peek in on Colin. As far as I was concerned, whatever he had going on in the bathroom would only improve this experience. With that in mind I dug the tub of lube out of the back of the closet and cracked it open for the first time since I bought it. My dick was already rock hard and soaking a nice sticky spot in the front of my draws by the time I made it back to the living room. The sight of Gianni stretched out naked on one end of the couch while Breeze stroked his still limp dick lazily with his shorts around his ankles as they made casual conversation about baseball only made it worse. 

I flopped down between them and without a word pulled Brion up to straddle my lap. The startled whimper that escaped him made Gianni laugh, out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit up. With my hand around his waist I pulled Breeze in close, smacked his ass when he lean down to kiss me. It wasn't his tongue I wanted in my mouth at the moment. We'd done more than enough making out at the club, now I wanted to right the wrong in his crotch. I didn't waste any time with affection. Tonight wasn't about love, that was for when we were alone. Tonight was just about a fuck and we couldn't do that with him flopping around like cooked spaghetti. 

"Got damn nigga...that's what you want huh," Breeze moaned as I worked his cock in my mouth. My hands gripped his ass so tight I was sure there were fingerprints as I made a mess of his package. I sucked him sloppily, loudly slurping at his still flaccid dick until he pushed my head away. "Gotta piss again...this should do it though," he said with a grunt as he hopped off the couch and trotted to the bathroom.

"Red's in there," Gianni reminded him and he shrugged.

"He watched me the first time with his tongue in my ass..."

"Yeah but he's probably got a bottle neck deep in his," I told him and he froze in his tracks, disgust plain on his face. "You'll appreciate it when he's done...trust me."

"You mean he's..."

"He's what," Colin said as he rounded the corner, his red hair still wet and slicked back on his head. His green eyes drifted from face to face, all the while the color rising in his own. It wasn't from embarrassment, but the three sets of hungry eyes on him clad in a powder blue jockstrap with "Oink" embroidered around the black waistband. 

"He's a dirty little pig who's gonna suck every cock in this room, take every load he's given, and be thankful for it," I said to him and he immediately got down on all fours. "He's gonna be a good boy and do what he's told and love it. Ain't that right piggy?"

He nodded and I gave him a look that made him smile. "Yes sir."




New Life Ch. 04



"Good boy. Go take your piss," I said with a nod at Breeze, who stood rooted to the floor watching the whole exchange. He'd said he liked how I handled Red, I guess he didn't expect it so soon. Those light eyes drifted down to watch Red crawl over to me and kneel at my feet before I cleared my throat to bring his attention to me. "Sometime tonight bud," I said with a wink and that seemed to shock him into motion.

"I see somebody came prepared tonight," Gianni said with a chuckle as he reached to smack Red's ass and the pig leaned forward to put his chest on the floor. An inaudible request for another and Gianni readily obliged him.

"I always wear a jock to He-Den," he moaned with his face rested on my feet like a pillow. "I like to be ready in case my services are needed," he added with a smirk as he reached back to push a finger in his ass. It only took him a few strokes before he realized he might have better results on his back. He turned over and positioned himself so with his ass facing us. His legs in the air, Red spit into his hand before he gave his taint a hard slap. Gianni and I both added a little of our own moisture and Red began to fuck himself graciously with two fingers. He took his time, slowly working his hole, stretching it with fingers that he every so often gave a lick. Like a good slut, he kept near constant eye contact with us, letting us know that his show was for our pleasure. 

It wasn't long before Gianni was offering his assistance with a firm hand to Red's ankle to flip him back over. He gave him a rough shove in my direction and he fell unceremoniously face first into my lap. I heard his deep breath as I grabbed the back of his head, mashing it against my cock still trapped inside my boxer briefs. Red looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, barely reacting to Gianni's tongue in his ass. He was mine for the taking, we both knew it and when I didn't give him permission he pouted.

"Please Nev..."

"Please who," I demanded with a yank of his hair and he gasped wantonly, writhed against Gianni's face in his ass.

"Please Daddy can I have it," he asked sweetly. There was no beg in it but I didn't need that. That was Breeze's thing.

"You can have the prize if you can get at it with no hands," I challenged and he gave me a devilish smile of acceptance.

It wouldn't be as easy he as he thought with Gianni working noisily behind him. He gave him a few hard swats and Red moaned loudly, his voice sending pleasant vibrations to my balls. Then I felt his teeth gnawing at fabric a moment before he got a good grip and tugged. Gianni took a break to sit up and watch the show, though he didn't take his hands off Red. I watched as he slathered three fingers with spit before he forced them into Red's canal making him gasp.

"Fuuuuuuck yeah dude open me up ," he mumbled around a mouth full of cotton, but he didn't lose focus. Red growled a little in frustration as he tried to get my briefs off my cock. I was enjoying his persistence but Brion came back and ruined it.

"It's not nice to tease babyboy," he said as he slipped a finger into the waistband and flipped it over my hardon. His tongue in my mouth, putting a halt to any protest I might have had as he twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought he might be trying to take it off. "You a bad mufucka you know that," he grunted into my mouth and I smiled around his tongue, put my hand on his dick that was at last stiff enough for me to work with. But he pushed me away. "Naw bruh lemme watch this right fast," he said as he slowly palmed his dick, his eyes glued on Colin's mouth as he made out with my taint.

"Stop fuckin' around and get on my dick boy," I demanded gently with a hard smack with my cock to his cheek and Red opened his mouth wide to be fed. With one hand on my dick the other guided his head down to take me. I was in charge and he knew it, didn't force the issue either. Red happily suckled at the top 4 inches of my shaft, his eyes up and trained on me. Slowly I pushed his head down until he gagged and his eyes watered. I let him up long enough to take a breath before I forced him back down again.

"Take it all...take it all...take it all..."Gianni began to chant and it wasn't long before Brion joined in. That seemed to give Colin the boost he needed and he nod up at me. I liked to use him but I wasn't a sadist, I was only willing to push him as far as he would allow. Needless to say I took it easy and didn't push too hard when I felt my head on the back of his throat. Drool ran down my balls and his face was beet red but he didn't pull back as he gagged a few times before he got his throat under control enough to take down the last of me. I didn't hold him down, let my hands drop down to my sides and watched him realize it was his turn to show me what he was made of.

We all watched in awe as he loved my cock. Sloppy. Wet. Loud. Red occasionally pulled off to whisper sweet nothings to it, telling it how much he loved how it felt stretching throat. His lips swelled but he didn't stop and before I knew it Gianni was on the other side of me. His arm slipped quickly behind my head and he pulled me to him for another kiss. I was starting to get the feeling he had been more interested in me than he let on, but I was too horny to think about it now with his tongue down my throat and my cock lodged down Red's. Then there was Breeze's tongue working it's way along my chest, in direct route to my nipple. His hard cock dug into my side as he reached across me to stroke Gianni's thick 7 inches.

That was unexpected, I didn't think he would be so involved but I guessed he wasn't holding so tightly to the idea of not being gay anymore. There was very little difference in the way he kissed Gianni as when he kissed me. The same playful nibbles to his bottom lip, the sucking of Gianni's outstretched tongue. I untangled my fingers from Colin's hair to put a hand to the back of both their heads and pulled them closer to me, slipping my tongue in between their locked lips.

"Fuck dude that's hot," I heard Colin say before Breeze shoved his head back down on my dick. His aim was off and Red's mouth ended up on my balls but of course the pig made the best of it, slurping them hungrily. They were already thoroughly slathered with throat slime so it took him almost no effort to get them both into his mouth. Then he hummed and I lost it, shot my load all over everyone. The couch. Shit maybe even the ceiling, I wasn't sure. I sort of blacked out in the middle of it, my toes curled and eyes rolled into the back of my head. My dick didn't even go down though, not with Colin's tongue wiggling around near my asshole and Breeze licking pearl strings off my chest.

"That's right boy...Lick that ass...Tongue fuck it," Gianni chanted with a handful of Red's hair, urging him forward. "That's it...all the way in..." He added before he lean across my lap to take Brion into his mouth.

"I said gotdamn," Breeze grunted as he rose up on his knees beside me, pulled forward by the intense suction Gianni delivered. "Fuck babyboy...this mufucka give you a run for your money," he moaned as he began to thrust against him. Spit dripped down Gianni's chin and I leaned forward to lick it up, sucked the stray strings out of his beard. He pulled off and looked at me with furrowed brows, a coy smile on his lips. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and he let a big wad of spit fly into my open mawl. "Dirty fuckers," Breeze said with a thrust between our lips but I pulled back to allow Gianni enjoy him solo.

Well not exactly. With my arms around Brion's waist, one hand on his hip the other on the back of Gianni's head, I lay back bringing them both with me. It took some adjusting but eventually we got settled into a comfortable position with Brion squatting over my face and Gianni in my lap, stretched out over my chest to have his face fucked. Breeze pounded him relentlessly as he rode my tongue, I couldn't see but I could hear the gurgling. Felt the occasional drips of spittle on my chest.

"You got lube bro," Gianni asked around Breeze's dick and I heard Breeze chuckle a little.

"What you think I don't know how to entertain," was Brion's snide reply as I heard the condom box being torn open. He tried to get up but couldn't shake the grip I held on his thighs so he pried my fingers loose and wrestled his way out of my grasp. "I know you enjoying yourself and shit but this ain't all about you," he said with a playful smack to my face and I lunged to bite his hand. 

I didn't have time to want for attention though, Red was on me almost immediately, his tongue running up my bicep as his hands groped at my chest. He buried his face in my armpit and I felt his tongue tickling me to giggles. He got a kick out of that.

"Never expected a big guy like you to be ticklish," he said with a smirk and I reached down to give his ass a hard swat making him shudder before he went back to worshipping my muscles. 

I let him have his fun and turned my attention to Gianni, hovering above my cock as he squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers. Our eyes caught and he smiled at me, his tongue hanging out just a little. I had a brief moment of deja vu at that, but it was from a fantasy of mine from when I first got out. It eventually got old as our relationship grew towards friendship but seeing it now didn't make me any less hot for him. He lean down over me as he reach back to smear the lube up his crack.

"You ready," he asked and I slipped my arms around his back to grip his firm ass.

"Naw mufucka are you?"

He laughed at that and I felt another set of hands on my dick as Gianni lowered his mouth to mine. He gripped my jaw in his hand, holding my mouth open to deposit another load of his saliva on my tongue and I gobbled it up with a grunt as someone slowly rolled a condom down my shaft. Those unseen hands lined my cock up to Gianni hole and then there was a mouth on my sack as Gianni slowly sat up to lower himself onto my tip. He grimaced at that first penetration but he didn't pull back and I grabbed his short meaty cock in my fist. There was a tongue in my ass and my legs were being lifted as Gianni slid down my shaft, all the while rotating his hips back and forth.

"Holy fuck," he gasped as he settled into my lap, his hands gripping my shoulders as he began to rock back and forth, fucking my hand as he fucked himself on my cock. Then there were fingers in my ass as he began to bounce up and down my length. It was Brion, Red came around to put his mouth on Gianni's cock, teasing it with his tongue. "Aww fuck bro you're gonna make me cum."

"That's the plan," was Colin's smirking reply and I heard Brion chuckle. "I already got cheated out of one load I plan to be here to catch the rest."

"That might be a little difficult with mine," Brion said as I felt his tip pressed between my cheeks. He put a hand on Gianni's shoulder, stilling him for his own entrance and Gianni obliged him. He even gave him a little room, laying flat on my chest. 

"Mmmm I like a challenge..."

"Yeah well when I'm done with Nev I got a challenge for you bro," Gianni said with a chuckle and I heard Brion suck his teeth.

"This ain't gonna work," he said as he lean down and hook his arm around Gianni's neck. "You gotta move bruh."

"To the bedroom?" I asked him and he gave me that cocky grin of his.

"To the bedroom."



New Life Ch. 06-07



******* Sorry for the wait. I hope you all enjoy this installment. Thanks again to LiterKnight for the editing job. I know I'm not the easiest to edit for, but you do a great job... Positive comments are of course welcome*******



Chapter 6

Daniel walked straight to his sister and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up out of her chair. "What were you thinking sending Kailie in there!" 

"Daniel let go of my arm." She said pushing him away. "I knew she wanted to see you, so I just let her know that you were here. How was I suppose to know she was going to get out of bed and come in there. It's not like she interrupted anything." Raising an eyebrow. "Did she?"

"That's not the point Gladise." Looking around for Anya, he notice she wasn't in the front waiting area. "Where did she go?"

"She walked out front with the pup. She's fine."

Daniel could sense that she was close, but he could also sense that she wasn't out front. "She's not out front." He said as he stormed out the door.

Gladise didn't really care for humans, except this one. She hated this human. How dare she think she can come into this pack and think she could have her brother. What was her brother thinking. She wasn't even healthy for a human. Her brother was second in command. Not some lowly No-Ranked Were. There was no way she was going to let some sickly human mate her brother and have some sickly pups in their strong bloodline. There was just no way.

"Well that didn't go well." Kailie said coming up behind Gladise. 

"Don't worry about the human, she's just a distraction for him. For now. She'll be out the way soon enough." Gladise promised.

Daniel walked out of the infirmary and followed her sent back to through flower garden. He moved quickly, worrying about her being out alone on the compound where any wolf could get ahold of her. He found her and Lucien rummaging through the basket where they left it.

"It's not safe for you to just walk off and around with out a chaperone." 

"Yeah well I was hungry, and I have to eat after I take my insulin or I get worse. I didn't have time to wait until you and Little Mrs. Perfect finished making out." She said refusing to look at him.

"We weren't making out." 

"Yeah what ever." She said as she opened a soda can she found in the basket. 

He sat down next to her on the grass and took the basket. "Here let me get your food while I explain."

"There's no need to explain anything. Luna already told me that you both "kick it" every now and then. It's cool. What ever."

Daniel took a deep breath. He really didn't want to go a round with her stubbornness, so he opted to just explain anyway as he placed out food for him, her, and Lucien to eat. "Yes Kailie and I were never a couple of sorts. We were strictly sex-"

"I really DON'T want to hear about this, ok." She said trying to cut him off. 

Daniel continued anyway. "You have to understand Were life."

"Yes I heard you all 'hunt' and 'hunt' often. Until you find a mate. Blah, blah, blah."

"Yes, we 'hunt', as you say, often. I myself, like to save my hunt for when I'm in the wild, in wolf from. Preferably a large deer to take down. So I don't 'hunt' like most Were do with the pack females. Not 'hunting' like most male Were can tend to confuse a female that you might be looking to settle down, maybe even mate them. I'm afraid Kailie was just a little confused."

Anya opened the food that was handed to her. It looked like it was a warm turkey sandwich with all the fixin's. She took a bite and was in heaven. She had never had a sandwich like this before in her life. She had to get the recipe. Focusing back on the conversation at hand. "So what your saying is she is just confused about you two that's why she is always half way in your lap rather than standing?"

"Yes, I guess." He said as he stuffed his mouth with his sandwich. 

"Well you must do a hell of a job of confusing her." She said nervously, thinking about that bulge she saw earlier today. She was sure that could make any woman at a lost for what's real.

"Anya, are you feeling ok?"

"What? Huh, um yeah. I'm fine, sorry." Anya realized that she was lost in thought. "What did you just say?"

"I said that I told her that she was no longer a factor, she's just having a hard time accepting it."

"Looks like it." 

"Anyway how is your sandwich?" He asked finally trying to change the subject.

Anya was glad for the conversation change. "Its great. I've never had a sandwich like this before. Much better than the turkey and mayo I'm used too."

"I'm sure Braxton will be thrilled you like it. He likes the change from red meat everything. He's also glad that someone will be happy to eat the vegetables he puts out."

"Well it's not as if he'll have to cook for me everyday. Finals are the day after tomorrow. So just one more day of studying and I'll be out of your hair. Thats even if Luna and Gregg work out what ever it is they needed to work out, and she comes out that room."

Daniel didn't like to think of her not being around. "I'm sure they'll work out what they need to."

"So what's the deal with them? I thought mates mate for life. The way Kailie made it seem they are on the verge of a break up. Can mates cheat? Is he cheating on her? Kailie said that he spends more time out of their bed then in it. What's the deal with that?"

"Whoa, slow down. You ask a lot of questions at once."

"Sorry, I'm used to wolves that can keep up. I forgot all muscle." She said poking his pecs with a laugh.

"Do you have a problem with my muscles." He said as he flexed a bicep. 

"No I don't have a problem with your muscles, it's the fact that they take up a lot of your brain space."

"I have a lot of brain space. I could probably help you with your calculus better than Luna."

"Yeah right. How much college have you had?"

"I've done my four years plus, and top of my class I might add."

Four years 'plus' Anya thought. "How old are you?"

Daniel let out a nervous laugh. He didn't want to get on the subject of his age. He was sure she was not ready for that. 

"Uncle Danny, uncle Danny!"

Thank God for small miracle he thought as as his twin niece and nephew came running towards him. 

"Hey guys. What are you doing here?" He looked at Anya. "Anya, these are my niece and nephew, Meeka and Marcus. Meeka, Marcus, this is Anya."

Anya gave the twins a wave hello. 

"We were going for a run, and daddy said that we should ask Lucien if he wanted to come." Said Meeka. 

"Well you'll have to ask his mother if he can go." Daniel told her.

"Please O please can Lucien come for a run with us?" Meeka asked.

"Um, is there adult supervision in this run? Is it safe for him to run with real werewolves?"

"They'll be fine. Plenty of adults will be present." Daniel said. 

"Well then if it's ok with him then it's ok with me." Anya was nervous about letting Lucien out of her sight again. Was running with werewolves really safe for a dog?

"Come on Lucien, it will be fun." Meeka told Lucien. She was already beginning to jog away. 

Lucien walked over to Anya gave her a lick and a bark and galloped away to catch up with the twins.

Anya looked at Daniel, "Are you sure he'll be safe? He's not built like y'all. I don't want him to get hurt."

"He'll be fine. Don't worry. Finish eating."

"You don't want me to eat, you're probably just still hungry. Where do you put all of that? As much as you eat you should be as big as a house."

"Wolves' metabolisms burn food a lot faster than humans'. I could eat all day and wouldn't gain a single pound."

"Don't let the humans know, they'll all want to be a werewolf so they can keep thin." 

"Speaking of staying thin, is that all you're gonna eat? You barely touched your food."

"Well you're use to eating a lot. I'm used to eating when I can, and only a little. So, sorry if I'm thin by Were standards."

"I think you look just fine." He said scooting close to her so he could rub his hand down her thigh. "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Slow down there Goliath." She said taking his hand off her thigh. "So about the questions I was asking."

Clearing his throat, Daniel was unhappy about his hand being removed from her thigh. "What questions would those be? You asked me like a million."

"Well let's just stick with the ones about Luna and Gregg for now. You know, the things Kailie said."

"Don't put to much stake in the things that Kailie says. She likes to start trouble. Despite the nick name you've given to her, she is far from perfect."

"Well there had to be some truth into what she said to cause Luna to freak out like that."

"Gregg is a Beta, a high ranking Beta. He spends a lot of time during the day away being Luna's body guard. There is a lot pack business he has to attend to. He does most of that when he gets home. It can keep him out late at night. As far as the toll it's taking on their relationship, you'd have to ask Luna. But mates do mate for life, and there is no force strong enough to break the bonds that mates share."

"What's a Beta?" 

Daniel chuckled at her puzzled face. "The pack hierarchy. First is the Alpha. He's in charge of the pack as a whole. He's responsible for everyone in the pack's safety. Then there is the Alpha's second. He's the Alpha's right hand man. He helps the Alpha maintain control of his pack. Betas are next. They're like the armed forces. Should there be need for battle, well the Alpha, his second, and the Betas would fight to protect the pack. Then there are the Omegas, they help with the Runnings of the pack. The cooking, cleaning, things like that in a sense."

"And where are you in the pack hierarchy?"

"I am the Alpha's second." He said proudly.

"No wonder why all the girls are all after you. You're like the man after the man. So if Davian quit, you'd be the Alpha next?" Again Anya sees that for someone who's best friend is a Were, she sure didn't know much about pack life at all.

"Technically Marcus would be next in line. I would be second to Marcus then."

"You mean to tell me that little Silent Bob that I just met is suppose to take care of this whole pack?"

"Hey! You leave my nephew alone. He's the strong silent type. The ladies love that."

Something just dawned on Anya. If Meeka, and Marcus were Daniel's niece and nephew, and their dad is Davian the Alpha; then that means Davian and Daniel are brothers.

"Are you ok?" Daniel asked noticing the perplexed look on her face.

"Yeah sometimes the wheels in my head work in slow motion. I just realized that you and Davian are brothers."

"No wonder why you need help in calculus." he couldn't help but laugh.

Anya couldn't help but laugh with him. "Oh, hush." 

"Come on, let me take a look at that calculus and see how you're doing. They'll bring Lucien up when they're done."

"Calculus. Yay." Anya's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"You know you're cute when you're being sarcastic."

"Shut up!" Anya looked away so he couldn't see her blush.

They made their way back to the house in silence. Anya didn't know what to make of everything that happened in the last couple of hours. Seconds, Betas, and Omegas. Daniel calling her cute. Making out with him! What in the world is going on! Did she like him? Did he like her? It was all just way to confusing. Maybe she should just get her things and head out, and skip tomorrow's study session. 

Daniel wanted to tell her so much more. Tell her all about his feelings for her. Tell her how beautiful he thought she was. How he loved her stubbornness, her strength. Should he tell her that he couldn't even think about her not returning tomorrow, or the next day. 

They dropped off the basket in the kitchen, and then headed to Daniel's room. When they got to Daniel's room, Anya went straight for the couch and took out her books and notes to study. Daniel quickly joined her on the couch. 

"Lets see what you got here." Daniel said as he grabbed her books and notes from her. He saw that she wanted to protest, so he held his finger over her lips to keep her from arguing. "I said that I could probably help you. Now let me see."

Anya let him have her books and notes. She really didn't want to go over them anyway. She watched as he flipped through the pages of her book, and notes. He had a look of understanding. Like he knew everything he was reading. His eyebrows kept squishing together, then raising like he was surprised. He looked so adorable like that. 

"So," He said at length. "What seems to be giving you a hard time?"

"Um, it just doesn't seem to want to stick. It's like, I put the information in there, and then when I need it, it's gone." She tried to explain.

"Well, maybe it's the way you're trying to store it." Daniel went into ways to help Anya remember her work. Just going over the work with her, Daniel could tell how really smart she was. Given a better parental up-bringing, she wouldn't have to feel the need to be so stubborn, or always so defensive. He couldn't have been there to protect her in the past, but he knew that in the future, he would move heaven and earth to do so. 

The tricks Daniel was teaching her, really made sense. She could tell he was really smart. She could also tell that the more time they spent on the couch, the closer they were sitting together. She could breath in his earthy sent. She could compare it to spring time, just after it rains. When the earth smells clean and clear. He was beautiful. 

Daniel could feel her warmth, she was so close. Her scent filled his whole mind every time he inhaled. Her beauty filled his eyes every time he looked at her, he didn't want to blink afraid he might miss one second of her beauty. He knew she was it. Who he has been waiting for, for so long. He knew he had found his mate. He just had to figure out how to make her see that they were meant for each other. 

"You okay over there?" Anya asked after she notice a far away look in his eyes.

"Your beautiful." He said it before he even thought about if it were the right words to say. But he meant it. Before she could say anything, he covered her lips with his. Just lightly at first. Just enough to make him want more. The books that were on their laps, he pushed on the floor. He had to get closer. 

She was lost in him. If this was wrong, she wouldn't know. All she knew was his light kisses weren't enough. She wanted to taste more of him. He used her surprise of him pushing the books on the floor to slip his tongue in, and Anya was in heaven at the taste of him. As the kiss deepened, Anya pulled him closer. She could feel his hand tracing the hem of her shirt. When his fingers touched her bare skin of her stomach, her whole body caught fire. She moaned her appreciation for the feel of him. His hands moved slowly, giving her time to tell him to stop if she wanted. But why would she want to? His touch was driving her insane. The more he touched her, the more it wasn't enough. 

Anya's combative reaction to Daniel breaking the kiss was enough for him to give a slight chuckle, before he placed a kissed on the sensitive part behind her lower ear. He continued to place seductive kisses up and down her neck, while his hands rose higher and higher. 

When his hand stopped at the bottom of her bra, she arched her back to invite him to continue. He moved back to her lips as he dove his hand under her bra. His hand on her breast was like a switch that turned on all the liquid heat to flood to her core.

Arousal filled the air. The taste of her skin, her mouth, the feel of her large breast in his hand was amazing to Daniel. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As she moaned her pleasure into his mouth, his inner animal came closer to the surface. Without breaking the kiss, and without taking his hand away from her breast, he lifted her body from the couch and carried her over to the bed.

Anya wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them over to his bed. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She just met him yesterday. She watched as he took off his shirt. The way his muscles moved as he tossed it on the floor. Oh, this felt so right. He felt so right. Since the first second she saw him in the gym, he just felt right. 

As he laid her down on the bed, he wondered if maybe he should stop. As he watched her take off her shirt, he didn't know if he could stop even if he wanted to. He wanted her. His wolf wanted her. He leaned in close and took her all in. Her natural honey almond scent mixed with the scent of her arousal was enough to tell him he had to have her. He covered her lips once more as he slowly moved his body over hers. He moved one hand behind he back to undo her bra. He removed her bra and discarded it to the floor. He moved his lips lower down her chin, down her neck. His tongue trailed a path from her collar bone to the valley between her breast. 

As his lips covered her nipple, Anya arched her back and placed her hand on his head to bring him closer. She moaned her sounds of pleasure as his tongue worked over her nipple. Her other breast was being shown attention with one of his hands. Her body was heating up more and more under his ministrations. As if feeling her need he moved his hand down to undue the button of her jeans. She lifted her hips to help him slide them off. Lying there clad only in her purple lace underwear, Anya felt a shiver run through her.

"Um. I- I've never done this before." Anya told him.

"If you're not ready, and you don't want to do this, we don't have to. You know that, right? I didn't know you were a virgin." He wanted her. He wanted her bad. Just not bad enough to take her when and if she wasn't ready.

"No. No. I'm not a virgin. I just don't go around sleeping with guys I just met. But, I want to. I... I just thought that I'd let you know that I'm not as experienced as you might be used to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure I want you. I'm sure this feels right. Yes, I'm sure."

Daniel leaned in and kissed her with so much passion. He would make sure that he was her last lover. He kissed her down her chin, down her neck, he followed the valley between her breast down to her stomach. Slowly he slid down her panties, the scent of her arousal multiplied ten fold. His control almost slipped completely as his wolf tried to come to the surface. Taking his time to pull his wolf back, Daniel positioned himself between her thighs. He dipped his head down and let his tongue seek her moistened folds. 

"Oh my Goddess." Her whole body shook with pleasure. The feel of his tongue over and over on her most secret place was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. Or so she thought. When he closed his mouth over her sensitive bud, she screamed out in pleasure. She tried to place one of her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound, but when he inserted one finger between her folds into her slick channel, her thought of keeping her voice down went out the window. One hand gripped the sheets, and the other she had on his head. She didn't know whether to pull his head in closer for more, or push it away to stop the the coiling sensation starting in the pit her stomach. The feeling was getting more and more electrifying as he continued to alternate between licking, sucking, and his fingers that kept hitting her sweet spot.

"Uh Daniel! Ah, ah, ah. Daniel!

Daniel could feel her inner walls grip on his fingers, and he knew it wouldn't be long. Her passionate screams grew louder as he lapped up all that she had to give. Her body spasmed in response as she came all over his face. He continued lapping her up, not daring to miss any of her juices as it all cascaded down.

Anya struggled to catch her breath. She could feel tingles all over her body. His eyes looked up to meet hers and her face went red, and she looked away from him and covered her face with her hand.




New Life Ch. 06-07



"What's wrong?" Daniel asked as he put little kisses on her body on the way up to cover her with his body. He could feel her body shiver with each kiss.

"Nothing. That was, um... that was... Wow!" She giggled as she listened to her voice. She was still winded, and she sounded like she just described eating the best cake ever.

"I'm glad you liked it. Would you like to get under the covers?" Daniel could see her face still red with embarrassment. He thought maybe if he could get her under the covers, she would relax a bit. He really didn't want to cover any of her body. He thought she was perfect, and he could stare at her naked body all day if she would let him.

"Yeah sure." She lifted her body up so he could pull the thick covers from under her body. When her breast rubbed against his chest as she lifted, a small moan escaped her lips. Just the slight touch was enough to send the heat rolling back through her body. 

The second he got her under the covers, he removed his pants and boxers, and kissed her heatedly. His hands kneaded her breasts roughly as his need for her grew. Her cries of desire fueled him to touch more of her body. He slid his hand down to the juncture between her thighs. He played with her folds for a moment before he split them and dipped one finger in her heated box. Her wetness was enough to invite him to add another. 

"Ah." She moaned over and over into his mouth as his hands worked in and out of her. The coiling sensation was coming back at this new feeling he was giving to her. She had never been a big masturbator, so how he was making her feel this way with just his fingers, she would never know. Over and over she felt this feeling of something wanting to break free within her. Closer and closer it was coming to the surface as he continued. 

"Daniel um. Daniel ah. Daniel. Oh my-!" She couldn't even finish, the force of her orgasm took the words away. It felt as if what ever it was that was trying to get out of her, just exploded from her center out through her finger tips, and toes. 

"Are you still sure?" He'd give her one last chance. One last chance to say she's not ready. Because if he should get started, there would be no stopping him.

"Yes Daniel, yes. Please." She didn't want to answer anymore questions. She just wanted to feel him do more to her body. She felt his penis line up with her entrance, and she tensed. 

"Relax." He told her as he deeply kissed her. As her body relaxed he pushed more into her. He slowly rocked in and out of her, each time he gave her more. Inch by inch, she was so tight, so warm. More and more he filled her until there was no where left to go.

She really wished that she looked at what she was getting into, before she said yes. He was so large. Slowly he filled her more and more. The feeling so far was different. Not bad not good, just different. She thought that was the end, when all of him was inside, that all the talk of how good sex was so magical was just a whole lot of hoopla. 

Then he began to move. Then he really began move. Over and over he hit her sweet spot. Making her lose more and more control. Louder and louder she moaned.

Her moans were driving him crazy. They were low, and drawn. Too low, too drawn. More, he wanted more. He picked up the pace drawing out more and more cries of pleasure from her. Her hips rose to meet his, and that turned him on more. She was so tight, so wet, and he fit inside her so perfectly. She was meant for him. 

Deeper and deeper he plunged. When she thought he couldn't go any deeper, he did. He pulled her knees up so he could get deeper. It was to the point where she didn't know where she ended and he begun. She felt that feeling coming back. The electrifying feeling that starts at the pit of her stomach and stretched its way out. Exploding with such force she could see stars. 

Daniel felt her walls grip him like a vice, she came with such force. Her body shook beneath him. Her screams of ecstasy, it was all enough to push him over. He came deep within her. A primal growl of contentment filled the room as her muscles milked him for every last drop.

Anya struggled to regain her breathing. Every nerve ending in her body needed time to calm. The aftershocks still needing time to calm. Daniel lay atop her breathing heavily into the crook of her neck. 

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked as soon as he was able to form words.

"Um I don't think so." She squeezed her muscles expecting to feel lots of pain. She was only met with slight pain, and his throbbing member.

"If you keep doing that, I'm never going to go down, and we'll be forced to do it again." She continued to squeeze his shaft.

"Like that can happen." she continued to be defiant and squeezed again. "Doesn't it take like a fifteen minute turnaround before you can um, you know, do 'it' again?"

Daniel growled softly in her ear and slowly pulled out of her. She knew she had him there. She felt the tip of him almost out of her and she felt empty. Then he slammed it home. Their hips met, as he was buried to the hilt. 

He covered her screams with his kiss. He began to again rock in and out of her. Strong and forcefully, every stroke went deep, knocking against her cervix. 

"Where. Did. You. Hear. That?"

He released her mouth to only hear her cries of passion. Her nails dug deep into his back. His hands were firm and tight on her ass pulling her closer. He felt like he couldn't get deep enough. He wanted to feel more. She was so wet, so tight, and she felt so good. Her teeth bit into his neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for his wolf to slip forward wanting more.

He swiftly pulled out of her, and flipped her on her stomach. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled her on her hands and knees. He plunged into her with no thought of her comfort. His wolf wanted to claim his mate. Deeper, and faster he pushed into her. He could feel her walls spasm around his shaft, his own release not far behind hers.

Anya knew something felt different. It felt as if he was growing larger inside of her. He was stretching her to the point where she thought she would split open. The pleasure was so good, that even if she wanted to, she couldn't tell him to stop.

Leaning over to wrap his arm around her chest, he pulled up and back so that her back was on his chest. He lifted her up and slammed her back down over and over. He once again felt her muscles grip his shaft as she came. Not far behind her, he felt the tightening at the base of his shaft. He bent his head down to muffle the sounds of his growls. She leaned her head to the side and with his wolf so close to the surface, he took that as an invitation. So he did as he filled her womb with all that he had to give.

He didn't mean to bite her, he really didn't. She felt so good, and when she exposed her neck to him, it was like an invitation to do so. His wolf was more in control than he knew. He licked the wound to seal it shut. Savoring the taste of her blood. How was he going to tell her what just happened? What he just did? 

"Anya. We need to talk." He told her nervously. 

"Mmmmm." Was all she could get out.

He look down at her and saw that she was balancing on the line of unconsciousness. Still inside her he laid them down and covered them up. There was a lot he needed to tell her, but with her practically in a coma, it would have to wait. He would use this time to think of what he was going to say to her. He laid spooned with her, and let sleep claim him as well.

                                                            Chapter 7

Anya felt as if she slept forever, it was a deep sleep, and her whole body felt rested. She was so comfortable. She must have been really tired, her bed has never been this comfortable before. Lucien was behind her keeping her warm and the sheets were so soft, and the comforter was so thick and satiny. Wait. It's June, and june in her apartment is hot. There's no way she should be under a comforter. Satin sheets? She would be lucky if her sheets were cotton. 

She reached behind her and was met with skin, not fur. It was definitely not Lucien behind her. The figure behind her moved and she tensed. An arm reached out and grabbed her to move slide her back and up against it. She was about to scream.

"Hey beautiful, how did you sleep?"

"Daniel?" She said as she recognized the voice, and at last, the memory of last night came back. She had sex. With Daniel. Amazing sex with Daniel. 

"Are you alright? You seem tense." He felt the panic that had shot through her body. He trailed his fingers up and down her side. 

"I'm fine, just had to get my bearings for a second. What time is it?" She stretched and a pain shot from her neck, all the way down to her neither regions. "Oh my."

"Lay down, and I'll draw you a bath. Your probably a little sore. A little soak and you'll be fine."

Before she could protest, he hopped over her and out the bed and into the bathroom. She heard him rummaging through the cabinet for a minute, and then the water begin to run. She remembered back to the events of yesterday. She had sex. With Daniel. When she thought about she really didn't know much about Daniel. He was a werewolf, a high ranking one. The women of this pack all want him. She couldn't blame them, he was sexy. And if they got half of what she got yesterday, then she couldn't blame them. That's all though. She didn't know how old he was, what he did for a living. Did he have Were kids spread across the pack? He didn't seem like the condom type. She knew that Were didn't get diseases, but it's obvious that they do have kids. What did that mean for her?

"Oh Goddess what did I get myself into?" she asked herself, pulling the covers up.

Daniel could feel that her mind was all over the place. The last thing he wanted her to feel was any regret. He walked out to find her with the covers over her head. 

"You know I can see you hiding under the covers." He was going for trying to break the tension in the room.

"I know that." She said as she unhid from the covers to look at him. She quickly looked away when she saw that he was naked.

Daniel laughed at her shyness. "You've already seen me naked, you know you want to look." 

"No I don't." She lied.

"What ever. Come on let's get you in that tub."

He reached down to remove the covers, but she wouldn't let him.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she held the sheets close to her. She was naked under the sheets, and her first reaction was to not let him see her. Her eyes went wide as he jumped from the floor over her. He began to trail kisses over her neck, and she could feel her defenses melt.

"Although your bashfulness is quite adorable," he said between kisses, "have you forgotten that I have seen, every," kiss "inch" kiss "of your" kiss "perfect" kiss "body." 

Using his kisses as a distraction, he pulled the covers down. He looked down at her body and all he could think of was how beautiful she was. How she was meant for him. A low growl came from deep down at the thought of how he fit within her perfectly. He rubbed up and down her body. The feel of her skin was amazing. 

He had to shake his head clear of his thoughts and hers. "Up, up, up. We really need to get you in the tub. You'll feel much better when we're done." He pulled her out of bed and walked her to the bathroom. 

"We're done?" She asked "What do you mean when we're done?"

"Get in." He said ignoring her last questions. He walked her to the tub despite her reluctant to get any closer to the tub. "Check to see if it the water's hot enough."

"Um okay?" Anya didn't know what to make of it. He drew her a bath. With bubbles and everything. The tub was huge. It was sunk down into the floor, so it look like a mini pool. You could hear a little murmur of jets and it sounded inviting.

She sat down on the edge and slowly stuck one leg in. It was perfect. She stuck in the other leg and sunk in slowly with an "ahhhh". The water was perfect. The jets felt good on her back, and the oils made the water smell wonderful. She closed her eyes and basked in the feel of the hot water between her legs.

She felt the water move, and she opened one eye to see Daniel get in beside her. 

"Whatcha doing?" She asked as he moved in close and wrapped his arms around her.

"You're too far away. Sit here." He moved her to sit atop his lap. She went stiff in his arms like she was ashamed to be this close to him. "Last night, we shared something so deep with each other. So passionate. I know what you feel like, inside, and out. I don't understand why you're so embarrassed to be close to me like this." 

He caressed her breast softly as he talked in her ear. "Do not be ashamed of this. It's perfectly natural, you and I."

"I know the whole boy meets girl is natural story. It's just... Well, I'm not used to being seen like this, so bare. And I know that you see stuff like this all the time, better stuff than this all the time. Well it can be a little intimidating. You naked is intimidating, there's a whole lot to you, and you just walk around like it's nothing."

"You are beautiful." He said, he never stopped caressing her body as he spoke. "I'm not the only person who thinks you're beautiful. You just need to know you're beautiful. As far as me being naked, that's just a part of being Were. Our clothes don't magically pop on and off when we shift back and forth, nor do we carry clothes around with us when in wolf form. You just get use to being seen naked. Nudity is an everyday thing for us, something we're used to. Being clothed, now that can be uncomfortable. You'll get use to it."

"Well I don't know how much I'll be hanging around after finals. I really don't have that much of an excuse to come over now that I don't need help studying for anything."

That hurt. He couldn't bear not seeing her everyday. How was he going to tell her that he couldn't bear to be away from her, without scaring her. Turning her around so that she straddled his lap, he pushed her hair back so he could look her in her eyes.

"Me, Anya." He told her. "You could come over to see me. To be with me. I did not mean for this to be a one night stand, I would like for us to be more." He could see the look of doubt on here eye as she tried to look away. He held her chin forcing her to look at him. "I do not mean to frighten you. I know you may think you are not ready, that you do not know me well enough. I don't mind taking the time to get to know each other by human standards. We can talk and learn about each other, I won't lie to you about anything. Ever. I will protect you from everything. You would never have to be frightened again."

Anya didn't know if she was ready for all of this. How did he go from an asshole to her, to wanting to be her boyfriend? Was he serious? It did feel good to hear him say she wasn't a one night stand, she didn't feel so used. Did she want to be with him? Oh Goddess yes, but why? She tried to think of a reason to say no, to tell him that she had to go, but every time she thought about separating from him, she physically hurt. When she thought about being with him, she felt lighter than air. Her whole being felt like it needed him.

"We just met." She told him. "That won't seem weird? I mean what would people think? The wolf with the human. I don't want to become a wolf. I mean I have nothing against werewolves, you know that. I just don't want to become one. I like human. I think. I don't want to be one in a long list of people your sleeping with. I don't think I could handle that. And i-"

Daniel covered her mouth with his finger. "Shhhhh. I know you sure can ramble on. Werewolves and humans get together all the time. You don't have to change for me if you don't want to. And as far as you being on a list of women I am sleeping with, you don't have to worry about that. Ever since I met you in the gym, I have been a one woman man. All I want is you, since the very first second I saw you. I want to spend every moment getting to know you, and for you to get to know me."

"Why would you want to be with me? There are much healthier choices out there for you. Prettier choices, with less family drama."

Daniel wondered what could he say or do to make her see. "I think you are beautiful, no matter what you say. You are healthy, your being diabetic doesn't make you a sickly human, it just makes you more of a special human. And you suck at being diabetic. I could make sure you take better care of yourself. No more having to hide your needles, or running out, or making poor Lucien keep up with them."

"Leave my baby alone. Where is he by the way? He must be really worried." She'd been so wrapped up in her and Daniel, she forgot that she had brought Lucien here with her.

"He's fine, he slept in with the twins. It's was like a big sleep over to them. Now back to what we were talking about, you know, you and me." He placed a light kiss on her lips. "Will you give us a chance?"

With the kisses he was placing on her lips, he left her helpless to say no. She nodded her head yes and he deepened the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her in closer. A moan seeped from her lips when he moved his hand to her breast. All reason left her as she moved her hand down to his hardening member. She heard him growl onto her lips as she stroked him up and down.

There was so much more he wanted to discuss with her. It would all wait until later. Her grabbed her by the waist to pick her up and slide her down swiftly on his awaiting shaft. 

She threw her head back as she cried out.

"I'm sorry. I forgot you might still be a little sore." He slowly slid her up to the tip then slowly slid her all the way back down. "I'll go slow." He said as he repeated the motion. "Unless you would like for me to stop." He ground himself into her. 

"No. No. I'm okay." There was no way she wanted him to stop. The slight discomfort was nowhere near as great as the pleasure shock waves he was sending through her with each thrust. He continued to impale himself within her, it didn't take long before her orgasm was upon her.

Her head thrown back and with the screams of her orgasms brought Daniel quickly to his own.

"You are incredible, you know that." He told her as he struggled for breath. 

"I try." She told him sarcastically. "But I thought the whole reason for the bath was to help out with. You know." 

She was red in the face, weather it be from passion or embarrassment, he loved it. "Well we can hop in the shower, and I promise I will keep my hands to myself." he said with a wink.

"Yeah right. This place's water bill must be outrageous." She got out of the tub and headed for the shower.

He watched her as she sashayed to the shower, with the way the bubbles slid down her back, down her ass. "You might be right." He hopped out the tub to chase after her.

Daniel held true to his word the best that he could. He washed every inch of her body. Twice. Only taking a little extra time on her breast and lower regions. He washed her neck and shoulders and looked at the spot where he marked her, she was his. 

Anya helped wash him as well. She was in awe of the size of his enormous man hood. Even as it lay limp in front, she still couldn't believe that that fit in her. She washed his washboard stomach, his muscular back, his toned shoulders. She even washed his long legs, but she told him she wasn't going anywhere near his feet. He really was perfection. 

They finished up in the shower and dried off in the bathroom. Daniel asked if she would like for him to help her lotion up, but she declined. She knew what that would start. She wrapped herself tightly in a towel.

"All clean just to put on dirty clothes. I wish I would have known I was going to stay the night here, I would of brought a change of clothes." 




New Life Ch. 06-07



"I got you something to wear. It should be on the bed." He told her as he directed out the bathroom. 

Along next to his clothes were a set of female clothes. She did not want to wear someones hand-me-downs, and everyone in this place was huge compared to her they wouldn't fit anyway.

"I'm not wearing someone else's clothes. I can just put on my own clothes until I get home. You are taking me home right, or do you plan to hold me prisoner?" 

"They are not someone else's clothes, I had them bought for you. They should be your right size and they're your usual cargo pants and t-shirt."

"You had them bought for me?" That didn't sit well at all with her. "Do you normally go around buying clothing for women? And when did you find time to have someone purchase me some clothes, you were with me this whole time."

"Do you ever ask just one question at a time?" He walked over to her to place a kiss on her lips, her neck where he marked her causing her to shutter. In her distraction, he pulled her towel off and pulled her in closer. "Just put them on." 

Anya wanted to protest. Tell him what he could do with the clothes he had bought for her. But she didn't. She couldn't. It was like she went totally helpless against him. His voice was so commanding to her, she couldn't resist. She just walked over to the bed and began to dress. She noted every label of each article of clothing. Her satin panties and bra came from Fredrick's of Hollywood. A pair of True Religion jeans, that went with her top that she couldn't even pronounce. All in all she estimated that she was wearing over three hundred dollars worth of clothing. A far way away from the thirty dollars worth of an outfit she gets from Wal-Mart. 

She watched as he got dressed, the way each muscle flexed with each movement. The way he paused as he put his jeans on like something caught his attention, but went right back to getting dressed like nothing happened.

"You should take your insulin so you can have breakfast. I believe Braxton has prepared something to your liking." 

He moved with purpose as he finished getting dressed, quickly putting his socks and shoes on. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out an orange object that she instantly recognized as a syringe needle for her to take her insulin. He handed her the needle and walked over towards one over the chairs. For the first time she noticed a small red mini cooler on it. She watched as he pulled out a little vial of insulin. 

"I had this put in here while you were sleeping." He told her as her the vial. "I'll have a mini fridge before lunch so you don't have to worry about it going bad. I have some pack business that I need to attend to, so I will walk you down to the kitchen so you can eat. Luna should be down there to eat with you. You both can study afterwards."

"Turn around." She told him as she went about taking her insulin. She was confused at what was happening. She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but she knew he would only answer a few. She hoped that Luna would more forthcoming with answers than he was. "I'm finished. I just need to brush my hair.

Daniel turned around to see the puzzled look on her face. "Here let me." He knelt down so he could stop the bleeding hole and mostly so he didn't have to look her in the face. He knew there was so much they needed to talk about. He also knew she may not be ready. He went too far last night, he just didn't know how to explain it all to her. 

"Thanks." She said sheepishly as she walked to the bathroom to brush her hair, glad to have a comb and brush she always kept in her bag. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to the way it felt to have him licking on her, the way it felt like electricity ran along each and every nerve in her body. 

She went into the bathroom to tame her unruly hair. She notice slight bruising on her neck where her neck met her shoulders. She put her hair in it's usual ponytail and then took a closer look at the scar. Were those teeth marks? Yes, those were definitely teeth marks. Her mind went back again last night, the wild way he took her from behind. She vaguely remembers the feel of his mouth over her neck. 

"Are you ready." He asked breaking her out of her deep thought.

"Yeah sure, let's go." She said. "Is Lucien still with the twins? Has he eaten?"

"It's ten o'clock, I'm sure he's eaten, and if I know the twins correctly, they have him helping drive their nanny crazy. Now let's get you fed, Luna is waiting."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go. I could eat a little bit. Although I really don't like being up before eleven on the weekends."

"I will keep that in mind." He told her with a chuckle. He reached down and grabbed her by the hand as he escorted her to the kitchen.

"Hello Daniel, Mrs. Anya." They were greeted by Braxton when they arrived to the kitchen. "I have your plate over by Mrs. Luna. Daniel I've had your plate taken to the boardroom." 

"Um thanks." Anya said with an unsure shrug. She was still uncomfortable with the whole mystery breakfast by a butler?

"Thank you Braxton." Daniel said before looking at Anya. He didn't want to leave her. Even though they would be in the same area, it still felt to far away. "I will see you later, I was thinking I could take you out for dinner."

"Um, yes, that's cool. I have to stop by my apartment to check on things though."

"What do you need to check on there?" He didn't ever want her to have to go there again. 

"Because I live there. My things are there. I have to check on my mom and make sure she didn't O. D. Or something. Besides, I barely have enough insulin to make it through the day."

"I can get you your insulin here." He said seemingly upset. I can get you anything you need here. Look, we'll talk at diner, I really have to get going." Without that he walked out of the kitchen.

It seemed like out of nowhere Luna appeared at her side. "Come on let's eat, and catch up."

"Yeah sure." Anya said as she let Luna lead her to the table. "So tell me what's up with you."

"Eat up and I'll talk." Luna pointed to the plate that was on the table indicating that that was for her.

Anya looked a here plate as she sat down. It was an omelet stuffed with spinach, tomato, and mushrooms. It almost looked to good to eat. Almost. She dug right in barely finishing up the Amen to her grace. Like everything in that house it was perfect. There wasn't one thing she could say she didn't like about it. Soon after Braxton dropped off a mug of coffee.

"I was told how to make it to your liking." He said as he quickly walked away.

"Um.. Thanks.." Anya tried to say before he got to far away. "So will you tell me what I missed? You went kinda crazy yesterday."

"Yes I know I have a lot to explain, as do you." Luna gave here a coy look. Anya looked down at her plate like she never saw it before. "But I will go first." Luna took a deep breath and began her story.

"It has never been easy for Gregg and I to be together. I was so young when I became a werewolf. He had to wait for me to become of age before we could mate. Kailie and Gregg were an item before I came along."

"Is there anyone that hoe didn't sleep with in this pack?" Anya interrupted. 

Luna laughed, "I'm sure she doesn't bother with the Omegas. She wants to have title, so all the Betas are up for grabs as far as she is concerned. She started at the top of corse, Daniel and Gregg. She was still sleeping with most of the Betas, but she had her sight set on one of the two first. With Daniel being second, he was very busy I guess Gregg was easier. Many thought they were going to mate. Then I came along and Gregg told her that day it was over. That didn't stop her from trying all the way up until we were mated. I don't trust her, I don't like the way she looks at him when she thinks I'm not looking.

There is a lot of things that go on in pack life that you are not aware of. I will not get into it, but it keeps Gregg away a lot at times. During the time I have to go to school we spend lots of the days together, but not so much the nights. Kailie sometimes goes out on patrol, and sometimes it seems like she sees more of him then I get to. Yesterday she used that against me, and I guess I just snapped. I am sorry you had to see me lose it like that."

"You don't have to be sorry." Anya told her. She felt so sad for her friend. "If I could turn into a freaky half wolf thing, I woulda jumped in and helped you kick her ass." It was her best effort to lighten the mood. "I don't like her either."

"So, you've had the pleasure of meeting her?" Luna asked.

"Yup. When Daniel took me to the infirmary yesterday for some needles to take my insulin. She walked in the room after I was done." Anya's face went red at the thought of what she walked in on.

"I believe Daniel was next on her list. I guess that's until you came along." Luna gave her a smile and a wink. "So you and Daniel walking in the kitchen hand and hand, and before eleven. I don't even get to bother you on the weekends before eleven and I'm your best friend."

Anya didn't know what to say. If she wanted answers to her questions, she would have to be honest with everything that happened between Daniel and her. She wasn't sure how her friend would take the fact that she slept with someone in her pack that she just met. 

"I stayed the night here." Anya opted to start out with. "I was really worried about you and Daniel reassured me that you were okay, and that you and Gregg were 'working' things out. Are you guys okay now?"

"Yes, once I got my wolf under control we um, spent the night making sure things were worked out." Luna said with a smile. "And don't try to change the subject. You said you stayed the night here? Which room? I didn't hear anything about a room being made for you and Lucien. And before you start I've already seen Lucien and he's fine."

"Crap!" Anya thought. Did everyone know everyone's business around here? "I um. Well um. I still needed to study and Daniel offered to help, so we went to his room and he helped me study. I um. I just crashed there." She knew Luna didn't believe her for a second.

"So you just crashed there? That's it? I find that hard to believe. So how was it?"

"How was what?" Anya looked at her coffee like she never saw coffee before just so she could avoid the look on Luna's face.

"How was the temperature in his room. You know what I'm talking about. I highly doubt you slept on the couch alone."

"Oh that. Um, no, I didn't sleep on the couch. It was ok, I guess." She didn't know why she was so embarrassed about the whole thing. She was an adult. Adults do that all the time. Right?

"It was ok? You guess?" Luna said with her voice a little louder that Anya liked.

"Shhh, people will hear you." Anya could feel her face grow crimson.

Luna thought it was funny to see her tough friend looking like a shy little girl. "Sex is nothing to be shy over Anya. At least not around here. It's a part of Were life."

"I know. I know. You all are a bunch of freaky freaks that like to do it all the time. I'm not a wolf though so it's a little different for me. So let's not go announcing it to the high moon that I got it on with the second in command of the Louden Pack."

"So you know, and how do you feel about that?"

"It's really not a big thing I guess. We're just trying this out."

"It kinda is a big thing." Luna told her. "He is second only to the Alpha. Every girl here wants to be in your shoes."

"Well they have to wait 'til I'm done with him. If that's what I want." Anya said with a shrug. There was no way she was letting any of theses bitches take Daniel from her.

"Well you better get to spending more time in the gym all the same. You two are not mated, so he is still up for fair game. Good thing for you, Divian doesn't allow fight with humans over a man or woman's attention. They're still not going to like you."

"Thanks." Now Anya was unsure. Would she have to fight wolves over Daniel? She was a good fighter as fas as humans go, but she was unsure how she would hold up against a wolf.