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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Hanamura_Yosuke/Seta_Souji, Hanamura_Yosuke/Tentacles
  Character:
      Hanamura_Yosuke, Seta_Souji
  Additional Tags:
      Non_Consensual, Dubious_Consent, Consent_Issues, Oviposition, Tentacles,
      Fisting, Mpreg, Voyeurism, Souji_You_Creep, Community:_badbadbathhouse,
      Egg_Laying, Body_Horror
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-20 Words: 1866
****** A Helping Hand ******
by Aryū_Muin_(Caeslin)
Summary
     "It wasn't like he could make himself turn away; after all, Yosuke
     was his good friend." Souji watches TV.
Notes
     This is kink fic! If the tags for this story don't sound sexy to you,
     you may or may not enjoy reading this.
     Originally written for the Persona 4 kink meme, here, as a follow-up
     to this_fill (which was in response to a request for Yosuke + shadow
     non-con + mpreg + humiliation). This isn't actually what I think
     Souji was doing before he called Yosuke in that fill, but wouldn't it
     be fun if he was? (No. No it wouldn't.)
     Content includes: noncon, dubcon, non-consensual mpreg (oviposition)
     via tentacles, mpreg as body horror, egg-laying, fisting, Souji being
     creepy, and voyeurism. Nothing nice happens to Yosuke in this story.
  This work was inspired by
      Shadow_Puppet by Aryū_Muin_(Caeslin)
Souji thought to himself: it was a good thing the Midnight Channel broadcasts
didn't make much noise. If they did, he would probably be waking up the house,
this late.
On the TV screen in front of him, Yosuke's face was contorted in pain, his
cheeks flushed and his eyes leaking tears. Further down, a shadow tentacle
throbbed obscenely in his ass; Souji could clearly see the bumps and ridges
where it was stretched around thick, fat eggs, and could watch as each of those
orbs pumped into his entrance. This was the culmination of several minutes'
worth of abuse Yosuke had endured onscreen. Souji had watched the whole thing,
from when Yosuke was first seized to when the shadow began to fill him. It
wasn't like he could make himself turn away; after all, Yosuke was his good
friend.
It must hurt, he thought, to accept something so large as these shadow eggs.
His breath coming heavily, Souji reached down to trace the rim of his own hole,
to press the tip of one finger into that tight, resisting space. He couldn't
imagine the pain of having to swallow just one, much less one after another. He
wondered how stretched Yosuke's ass had become, having to accommodate so many.
He let himself imagine more. What must it feel like, to feel the egg traveling
deep inside you, until it came to rest deep within your belly? Souji knew it
had to be uncomfortable; Yosuke's face attested to that much. He envisioned
what it must be like to hear Yosuke's gasps and groans and pleas, to watch up
close as he helplessly squirmed. The picture on the TV was staticky, flickering
in and out at intervals. Up close Souji would be able to see everything.
There was a taut lump in Yosuke's belly; Souji saw that the eggs were already
clustered there, straining at the skin from inside. He grew hot with arousal,
as he pictured how Yosuke would look once the eggs had filled him completely,
how wide he might be stretched. He would grow so large he could hardly move,
maybe; swollen that tight, he would only be able to moan and wriggle helplessly
as the eggs shifted uncomfortably in his body. Souji would massage his stomach
gently, if he were there, doing what little he could to ease the pain. He would
be able to feel Yosuke's predicament beneath his palms.
It would be only a matter of time before those eggs, grown to maturity, would
need to come back out. Souji tried to picture what it would be like, watching
Yosuke give birth (because that's what it would be; they might be foreign
objects now, but once Yosuke had nurtured them in his own body, the shadows
would become his own young). Surely Yosuke would resist, at first; he wouldn't
want to birth such creatures. But an egg would force its way out of his womb
whether he liked it or not, and he would gasp as it pushed against the sore,
sensitive skin of his passage. Soon its smooth, gleaming surface would begin to
show through his pucker, as it distended his entrance and worked its way
incrementally out of his ass, the most obscenely intimage sight imaginable.
It would be followed by others; Yosuke would choke as they all crammed in his
tube. He would lose all control of the sounds he was making as he had no choice
but to squeeze them out one by one; he would groan and gasp and whine, he would
pant desperately, he would beg incoherently, he would cry out. If Souji was
there, he would stroke Yosuke's trembling shoulders and would run his hand down
Yosuke's middle, where his muscles were spasming so hard. He would even
delicately trace Yosuke's rim, feeling the strain and stretch of those muscles
as they worked to accommodate the eggs. One egg would drop wet and heavy into
his palm.
Yosuke would beg him for relief.
"Fuck, it hurts so bad, Souji, Souji -- oh god -- I can't -- please . . ."
Souji would soothe him, dropping kisses on his face, licking at his tears. (And
Yosuke wouldn't question him, Yosuke would understand, leaning into him
instinctively for comfort, because that's what this was, was him comforting
Yosuke.) Yosuke would gasp his name as he felt Souji's fingers tracing the
place where he laid his eggs, as Souji grew more adventurous and slipped a
finger inside. Yosuke's well-used passage would be warm and slick from the
eggs' secretions; Souji would be able to fit a second finger easily, and grasp
the next egg when it pushed through Yosuke's ass, work it out of his hole
himself.
"Oh fuck," Yosuke would gasp. "Shit, fuck, Souji, partner, please -- don't --"
"Let me help you," Souji would say, flushing at the exquisite sensation of
Yosuke's flesh squeezing around his fingers. "There are so many."
"I can't," Yosuke would say, "You can't -- I don't want you to see --" breaking
off into a keen, as another egg slipped past.
Souji would show him he didn't need to be embarrassed. He would pluck the eggs
from Yosuke's entrance one by one, murmuring words of encouragement and
drinking down Yosuke's shudders. He would stroke Yosuke's belly as it slowly
grew smaller, as the eggs pumped out steadily into his tube. There would be a
growing pile of them on the ground, surrounding them.
As the number of eggs inside Yosuke decreased, the pressure they exerted on his
passage would lessen too, and they would no longer be able to push themselves
out quite so forcefully. Yosuke would eventually have to strain, working his
inner muscles laboriously, to force them out of him; and when they had grown
too few in number he might not have the strength left to pass them at all.
Souji would have to help him then, but he wouldn't be able to get into Yosuke's
ass with only a few fingers. So he would slowly begin to work a third finger
into that tight hole; and then, carefully, a fourth.
"No, no," Yosuke would pant, wriggling against him. "What are you doing,
partner? There's -- there's no room, you won't fit." He would cry out as Souji
stretched his fingers inside, widening Yosuke's hole and allowing another egg
to squeeze down.
"There are only a few more. I want to help you, Yosuke. Let's do it together."
Souji would work the four fingers in and out of Yosuke's ass, patient and slow.
The muscles there would loosen, gradually, under his careful efforts; the
friction he made would become less and less painful, until Yosuke was leaning
into it, working himself down on Souji's fingers in tiny desperate grunts.
With a gentle, precise care, Souji would fit the tip of his thumb against
Yosuke's ass next to the four slick fingers.
"Your eggs are so large," he would explain. "This shouldn't be much harder for
you to fit." And then he would carefully, carefully, begin to work all five
fingers into Yosuke's ass.
Yosuke would cry out. The pressure would be tight, squeezing Souji at every
point, almost as though it was sucking him in.
"No, no, no--" Yosuke would say--
Or "Please, partner, help me--"
Or no, he wouldn't be able to speak at all, he would be too overcome with
sensation. He would just sob and gasp around Souji's digits, and Souji would
know he had to provide his friend with relief.
He'd turn his fingers. Stretch them out a little inside. It would be warm, so
warm, almost unbearable inside Yosuke; he would be able to feel Yosuke's every
convulsion from within.
"You're so good," Souji would say, words meant to comfort. He'd put his mouth
to the corner of Yosuke's eyes, sucking away the wetness there.
Yosuke would need to be stretched slowly, thoroughly, to keep him from getting
hurt. So Souji would take it slow. He'd stroke the walls of Yosuke's inner
passage, relaxing them gradually. He'd slip inside Yosuke one millimeter at a
time. And once Yosuke understood his aim he would begin to enjoy it, breathless
moans interspersing his hissed noises of pain and shameful sobs. He couldn't
work himself down on Souji; he'd be too full for that. But he'd look at Souji
with lust-addled eyes like he wanted this from him.
Soon Souji would brush against the edge of one of the eggs, buried deep. He'd
have to work to get his hand around it, prying Yosuke's passage wide so that he
could form a grip around the slick object. He'd pull it from within Yosuke -
- there would be no more graceful word. It would take time, Yosuke's greedy
entrance fighting him every step of the way, and Yosuke himself would be
writhing beneath him. Finally the egg, and his fist, would squeeze back out.
"Got it," Souji would say, flushed with satisfaction. But Yosuke would shake
his head. No. Of course. There were still more.
He'd pull them out.
(And he'd have to stuff his whole arm inside Yosuke to get them, impaling him
deep, choking the breath out of Yosuke's body. But Yosuke had been able to take
the tentacle. He would be able to handle this. And the sounds he made would be
so exquisite . . .)
More encouragement: "You're doing so well, Yosuke, you're doing such a good
job. Only a little more. Just hold on a little longer, open yourself for me."
The last egg would be the hardest to seize, wedged impossibly deep inside
Yosuke. Maybe it wanted to stay there, lingering in his belly, mixing with his
seed and breeding more eggs that would fill him up tight again. Without Souji
here he might be pregnant forever, helpless but to host each brood and hatch
them and grow fat with even more, over and over in endless succession. But
Souji was here. And while he wouldn't mind it, caring for Yosuke while he was
in such a helpless condition, this was better; feeling Yosuke squeeze his whole
arm, seizing the final sticky egg in his grasp, working it out of his passage
with loving attention, was better. Because this would be something he could do
for Yosuke.
He'd pull the last egg out, earning a gasp from Yosuke as it strained past his
entrance. Souji would show it to him, grinning faintly.
Yosuke would say:
"Partner . . . why did you . . .?"
No.
He'd say, "Please don't look at me--"
No.
He wouldn't say anything.
No, no, no.
He would say, "Thank you."
Souji would bring the egg up to Yosuke's lips, in wordless appreciation. Yosuke
would moan. He would lick it, he would suck it, wetting the edges of Souji's
fingertips too. He would look sweaty and well-used and turned on and beautiful.
Maybe, in a moment like that, Souji might be able to say "I love you."
And Yosuke would say . . .
Souji's imagination came up short. This was typical. He never knew what Yosuke
would say.
He refocused on the TV screen, where Yosuke's belly was still swelling, as the
tentacle continued to fill him up. He was crying. He looked afraid.
Souji shifted, licking his lips nervously, and settled back in to watch.
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e werecats were known for never
asking for help from humans, even when they could benefit from it.
"Fruit? Yoghurt?" Jared asked, walking over to his fridge.
"Meat?" Jensen asked, and Jared laughed before reaching for the bacon.
"Scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages?"
"Please," Jensen said quietly. "And thank you."
The last was said so quietly that Jared barely heard it, and he worked in
silence, preparing Jensen a breakfast that was more lavish than the toast and a
few slices of bacon he usually made for himself. Looking back over his
shoulder, he saw Jensen reach for the half-empty coffee cup and Jared glanced
from the corner of his eyes when Jensen sniffed it curiously. It wasn't until
Jensen took a sip, only to start coughing, that Jared realized that the
werecats insistence on keeping to themselves probably meant it was Jensen's
first time tasting coffee.
"That's horrible!" Jensen gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"It's an acquired taste," Jared agreed, grinning at the boy.
Jensen eyed him suspiciously but he still lifted the cup and took another sip
while Jared put the food on two plates, and put them down at the table,
watching as Jensen almost fell upon the food. Watching him for a few moments,
Jared realized something, and he reached for his computer, starting it up and
hoping that his internet would actually be decent enough to allow him to visit
the park ranger's page.
"The flood warnings are still up," he told Jensen who looked at the computer,
but the boy didn't seem too surprised by it, so it seemed he knew about
computers even if he hadn't experienced coffee before. "But from what it says
here, the weather should be better in a few days. When it is, I can drive you
closer to the pride grounds."
"Why're you this nice to me?" Jensen asked around a mouthful of bacon.
"You're a kid," Jared explained, puzzled. "How could I not be?"
"I wasn't expecting it," Jensen said quietly. "Too many humans… Some have tried
to get onto pride lands, hunting us."
It wasn't unheard of, but there were strict laws in place protecting the
prides, and Jared had always thought that was enough, but from the way Jensen's
voice trembled he realized that maybe there was a reason for the prides being
so secretive about their young.
"I've never seen a werecat with a coat like yours," Jared said, remembering
Jensen's spotted fur, not quite a leopard, but closer than any of the chocolate
brown cats he had ever seen out in the woods.
"Our spots fade away after our first heat," Jensen muttered. "You humans
shouldn't see us, because then…"
The boy pushed his plate away, scrambled eggs still left, and he didn't need to
continue for Jared to know what he was talking about, he was sure that a coat
like Jensen's would be just what poachers would be after. Just thinking about
it made his stomach turn violently and he pushed his own plate aside, barely
touched.
"I'm not sure how to entertain you for the next few days," Jared told the boy.
"I'd like to sleep," Jensen said, even though he'd barely been up for an hour.
"I'm still… my body is still healing, I think. I feel itchy and uncomfortable
and just… off."
Jared nodded and watched as the boy moved back towards the guest bedroom,
stopping with one hand on the door handle and turning back towards Jared.
"Thank you, for saving me."
He was gone into the bedroom before Jared could answer, and there was nothing
much to do but clean away the remnants of their breakfast, while trying to push
back his suddenly desperate need to make sure Jensen was safe.
-¤-
-¤-
Jensen startled awake, sitting up on the bed with the sheets tangled around him
and gasping in deep breaths of air. It wasn't the unfamiliar room that had him
unsettled, in the days he had been with Jared the shock to wake up in a house
had lessened each day, but something was new.
The feeling of wrongness had increased every day, even though Jensen couldn't
understand why, he should feel better each day instead of the neverending itch
under his skin. An itch that had increased to something else, a burning fire
that had him writhing on the bed, the sheets beneath him damp with sweat.
Groaning, Jensen rolled over to his belly, only then realizing his cock was
hard, a sharp burst of pain-pleasure bursting through him when his dick brushed
against the mattress.
His eyes flew open in shock as he felt hot wetness between his ass cheeks, and
suddenly he knew what was happening to him, and he also realized he should have
figured it out days ago.
Heat.
Jensen was in heat, his whole body alight with it and he needed something,
anything to ease it away, because it felt like he was burning up from the
inside. Fumbling, he managed to push the sheets away, struggling to get out of
the t-shirt Jared had given him to sleep in, but before he got that far he
pushed his nose into the fabric, trying to identify the warm scent vaguely
clinging to the shirt. It wasn't until Jensen had one hand fisted into the
shirt, the other reaching behind himself to brush fingers over his wet hole,
that he understood that the scent was that of Jared, left behind from the last
time the man must have worn the shirt.
It wasn't enough, not even when he desperately pushed two fingers inside
himself, body easily opening up to the pressure and Jensen gasped at the
pleasure, but he was craving more. Pushing his fingers in deeper didn't help,
not even when he got up on all fours, letting go of the shirt in favor of
wrapping his other hand around his cock. The pleasure was there, but even when
the orgasm rushed through him, it gave no relief and Jensen sobbed into the
pillow, collapsing down on his belly.
"Please," he mumbled, even though he didn't know just what he was asking for.
With a desperate little groan he pulled his fingers free, looking down at where
his come was staining Jared's shirt, their mixed scents reaching his nose and
Jensen's ass twitched, leaking more slick.
Suddenly, Jensen realized just what it was his body needed and he managed to
get up off the bed, almost falling to his knees when he felt how weak his legs
were, but he got to the door, pulling it open and suddenly he was assaulted by
Jared's scent. Looking towards the wide patio doors he could tell that the sun
was about to set and he managed to stumble his way to the living room.
"Jensen?" Jared asked, looking up when Jensen stopped beside him where he was
sitting on the couch, a book on his lap.
He felt more slick run down the back of his thighs when he felt Jared's scent
wrap around him and without thinking about it he slid down on Jared's lap,
straddling the human. Had he still been with his pride, he knew he would have
been taken care of, someone was always appointed to make sure that a young
werecat in heat found its release and with no cat around to ease the fire, he
had to depend on Jared to do it for him.
"Jensen? What the hell?"
Jared's shout was loud and Jensen cried out in surprise when Jared pushed him
away, making Jensen fall down on the floor.
"Please," Jensen groaned, reaching down to press the heel of his hand against
his still-hard cock.
He couldn't understand why Jared was pushing him away when it was so obvious
what Jensen needed and he pushed himself back up, kneeling in front of Jared
and leaning in to press his lips against Jared's crotch.
"I need it," Jensen groaned. "It burns, please. You need to… Please."
"Oh god, "Jared groaned, hips twitching up against where Jensen was nuzzling
him. "Why are you doing this? Jesus, kiddo, stop."
Jensen wanted to tell Jared that he wasn't a kid, his first heat marking his
transition into adulthood and if only he could get through it, his body would
start to change. There was no way he could stop, not when Jared's scent pushed
his heat higher, his thighs wet with slick, and his hole needing to get filled.
"Can't stop," Jensen whined, once more climbing up on Jared's lap and grinding
down, rubbing himself against Jared and he felt the human's cock harden beneath
him.
"No," Jared protested. "It's so wrong. Fuck. Why are you doing this? Stop.
Jensen. God damnit. Fuck. Please, you can't do this. Oh fuck, only fourteen.
He's only fourteen. Fourteen."
The last was said as a mantra, but Jensen wasn't sure why, and he understood it
even less when Jared once more pushed him away, forcing Jensen to sit down on
the couch beside him instead and holding him in place even when Jensen
desperately tried to get back into his lap.
"Sit still," Jared said, his voice sounding strangled and Jensen tried to force
down the emotions coursing through him.
"It hurts," he whimpered, shifting slightly on the couch, all too aware of how
his shirt was wet with his own slick and a telltale spot where he had come
earlier.
"What?" Jared asked, looking down Jensen's body.
Even the soft clothing of the t-shirt felt rough against his skin and Jensen
managed to push himself up on his knees, tugging the t-shirt off and he saw
Jared's eyes widen and he swallowed thickly.
"Oh god," Jared mumbled.
"My heat," Jensen managed to get out. "First one. Please, I need you to fuck
me. Please. Make it better. Please!
Kneeling naked beside Jared, Jensen could tell that Jared reacted to him, could
feel it in the way the man's scent thickened and by the obvious bulge in his
pants. He just couldn't understand what kept Jared from taking him right there
and then.
"Please," he almost sobbed and the next time he moved to straddle Jared's hips,
big hands came to rest on his hips but Jared didn't push him away. "Help me."
He fumbled for Jared's belt, ignoring the sharp intake of breath when he
managed to get a hand inside, wrapping his fingers around Jared's cock and
groaning when he felt how hard it was. Jared's cock twitched in his grip and
Jensen felt almost delirious with the warm scent surrounding him, the need
making him run his hands over Jared's strong shoulders before pushing himself
up until he was balanced above Jared.
"Let me," Jensen begged. "Fuck me."
He felt Jared's fingertips press hard against his hips, and the next moment
Jared pushed him down, not fast but without pausing and Jensen cried out in
pleasure when he felt Jared go deeper and deeper inside of him.
"So wrong, fuck," Jared groaned. "I'm sorry."
Jensen had no idea what Jared was sorry for, the brush of Jared's cock against
his inner walls finally made the pain of the heat fade back, being replaced by
a pleasure more intense than anything Jensen had felt before. He almost sobbed
with how good it felt, grinding down on Jared's hard dick until he was finally
fully seated, stuffed incredibly full.
"Jared," Jensen whimpered, trying to move but Jared's hands held on too
tightly.
-¤-
-¤-
A low keening left the boy on his lap and Jared felt his cock twitch where it
was buried deep inside Jensen, tight heat and silken walls fluttering around
him and Jared thought he would be able to come without Jensen even moving.
"Need to move," Jensen got out, his voice laced with need and Jared forced
himself to open his eyes, having slammed them shut when Jensen had fully seated
on his lap.
Incredibly green eyes were locked on his face, pink lips parted and a look of
pure bliss on his face and all Jared's resolves crumbled into nothing as he
pressed his lips against Jensen's. It should be wrong and he knew it, a little
voice screaming in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the way
Jensen clung to him and the needy little sounds moaned into the kiss.
Jensen tasted sweet, fresh like the woods where Jared knew he'd grown up and
Jared was addicted to the taste right away. With his hands gripping Jensen's
hips tightly, he lifted the boy up, groaning at the tightness surrounding him
and when he slammed Jensen back down, the boy cried out against Jared's lips.
"Yes," Jensen whimpered. "Please, please. I need it. Fuck me, I need it so
much."
Rolling his hips up, he pushed himself even deeper into Jensen, knowing he hit
the boy's prostate from the way he trembled, hard cock leaking between their
bodies. Jensen took over the movements, hands on Jared's shoulder as he raised
himself up once more and Jared couldn't do much more than hold on to the boy
that so willingly took the pleasure his body demanded.
Jared's hands fell from Jensen's hips, gripping tightly onto the couch below
and he stared when Jensen pulled away from their deep kisses, head falling back
as he rode Jared harder, hips circling and grinding down on his cock and Jared
couldn't stop himself from reaching around to touch where Jensen's ass was
stretched around him. A shivering moan ran through Jensen when Jared let his
fingers circle Jensen's rim, feeling his own cock where it was spreading Jensen
open.
"Oh fuck," Jared gasped.
He was in motion before he could think it through, grabbing Jensen and moving
the both of them without pulling free from Jensen's body. Jensen gasped in
shock when Jared slammed him down on the couch, pushing his legs apart and
staring down to where his cock was moving in and out of the boy. Jensen's rim
was stretched impossibly tight around him and Jared reached down to touch him
once more, groaning when the touch made Jensen's ass flutter around him. Unable
to hold back any longer, Jared fucked deep into the boy, watching Jensen's cock
leak pre-come on his pale belly and Jared wanted to see Jensen fall apart
beneath him.
Wrapping one hand around Jensen's dick, he was met with a sound that was close
to a deep, rumbling purr and Jared gasped when he felt Jensen's body squeeze
even tighter around him. Fucking the boy hard, Jared jerked his cock, stroking
pre-come down the length until suddenly Jensen went still and a half-strangled
shout left him. Jared hadn't thought it would have been possible, but Jensen's
ass squeezed even tighter around him, making Jared come harder than he ever had
before.
"Jensen! Oh fuck… So good. So fucking good."
He barely recognized his own voice as he cried out Jensen's name, emptying
himself into the boy before pulling back, hearing Jensen whimper when his
softening cock slipped free.
"Mmmm," Jensen mumbled, blinking up at Jared and there was a small smile on his
lips.
Looking down at the boy, Jared was suddenly all too aware of what had just
happened, the fact that he had fucked a fourteen year old boy, and the voice in
the back of his mind tried to scream louder.
"Are you feeling better?" Jared asked, staring down at the marks his hands had
left on Jensen's hips.
"Very," Jensen nodded. "Thank you."
It was the first time ever Jared had been thanked for fucking someone and it
threw him, making him stare down at Jensen with open mouth.
"So the… uhm… heat is gone now?" he asked, wincing at how rough his own voice
sounded.
"No," Jensen said, sitting up and Jared forced himself from looking away from
the trickle of come leaking from Jensen's body. "It'll last a few days more,
but it's sated for now. You'll help me again, won't you?"
Jared knew he should say no, should refuse to fuck a fourteen year old boy, but
when Jensen looked up at him, he found himself agreeing before leaning in to
kiss the boy.
-¤-
-¤-
Jensen was quiet in the passenger seat of Jared's car, looking over at the man
beside him, but he didn't know what to say. One week had been spent sating
Jensen's heat, finding pleasure for hours until they had collapsed together in
tangled sheets and Jensen wished it could continue. With the rain having given
way to the sun, the forest was drying up and according to the rangers, the
pride grounds should be safe once more. He knew he should be happy, he was
happy, but it hurt to leave Jared behind.
"I'm not sure my car can get further than this."
Jared's words startled Jensen and he looked up, seeing the bumpy road give way
to forest and he knew that Jared was right.
"Thank you," Jensen said, pushing the door open and getting out of the truck.
"For driving me up here. I could have-"
"I know you could have gotten here in cat form," Jared interrupted. "I didn't
mind driving you."
He had gotten out of the car as well, leaning against the hood and looking at
Jensen. Standing awkwardly in front of each other was very different compared
to the night before when he had been deep inside Jensen, slowly moving while
they had been sharing lazy kisses. That had felt more real than Jensen had
expected from his first heat.
"Well, thank you for everything," Jensen said, tugging off the t-shirt he had
borrowed from Jared and handing it over. "I don't want to leave."
Jared stared at him and despite his cat reflexes he didn't have time to react
before Jared was on him, pulling him up into a deep kiss and Jensen allowed
himself to get lost in it for a few, long minutes.
"Get back to your family," Jared told him. "Let your parents know that you're
alive."
They didn't say goodbye or make any promises for the future and Jensen slowly
stripped out of the rest of the clothes before shifting. He stopped once, at
the very edge of the trees, and looked back at Jared before taking off,
returning to the life he knew and leaving behind a life that he might want more
than he should.
 
 
- Two years later -
Jared sighed and pushed the computer away, not wanting to spend another moment
working on code for programs he didn't really care about. Instead, he grabbed
himself a Coke before making his way out to the patio, shielding his eyes with
one hand before finding his sunglasses where he had left them the day before.
Sitting down in a lounge chair, he breathed out a deep sigh, feeling himself
relax and he pushed away all thoughts of work.
Living in the middle of nowhere wasn't always ideal, not with his internet
being unreliable on the best of days, but sitting in his chair, looking out
over the woods, he was always reminded of just why he had bought the house.
Fast internet and busy cities had nothing on the calm of the forest. Suddenly,
he became aware of just how calm it was, none of the usual sounds to be heard
and Jared frowned, peering out towards the trees. For a few moments, he
couldn't see anything but then a shadow pulled away from the others, moving
closer on silent paws and Jared felt his gasp catch in his throat.
He hadn't seen a werecat up close in two years, and the few times he had seen
one in the woods they quickly ran away from him. This werecat didn't have the
spotted fur he had once witnessed, but he still felt hope soaring higher and
higher when the cat walked slowly across the lawn.
"Jensen?"
The cat arched its back, stretching and Jared got up from his chair when the
big cat turned into a young man. For a moment, Jared hesitated but then he
realized that while he might look different, the green eyes and freckled nose
were the same and the next moment he found his arms full of a naked Jensen.
"You're back?" Jared asked, even as his hands moved over Jensen's warm skin.
He had tried to stop himself from missing the boy that had been with him such a
short time, but he had lied each time he told himself he was better off without
the young werecat. Despite the copious amount of sex, he had slowly gotten to
know the boy only to have to let him go.
"I couldn't return," Jensen mumbled against his neck. "I was only fourteen and
it's not allowed for young ones to leave the pride. I'm sixteen now, they
consider me grown up. That is… if you still want me?"
Jensen two years earlier had looked like a boy, and despite their time spent
together, Jared had never fully stopped feeling guilty about it. This version
of Jensen looked more than two years older, and for the first time Jared fully
understood what Jensen had meant when he said he would mature after his first
heat.
"If I want you?" Jared asked, pulling back enough to look down at the young
werecat. "I haven't been interested in anyone for two years. Guess I've been
waiting."
The words sounded more genuine than he had intended, but when a brilliant smile
met him he knew it was the truth. Having helped Jensen through his very first
heat, Jared had ruined himself for anyone else. He reached down to grip
Jensen's ass, hoisting him up in the air and Jensen willingly wrapped his legs
around Jared's waist, allowing him to walk the two of them inside the house.
Finally, his werecat was back.
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