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He half thought Sam might have forgotten their little… arrangement. Of course, that was honestly always on the table; but for all that his friend could be scatterbrained on occasion, Tom also knew that their monthly little… escapades… had become somewhat valuable. It was nice, yes, to be able to fall into one another, enjoy something without fear of hurting one another, which always hung heavy over his interactions with his wife. Tom was, undoubtedly, incredibly in control of the curse which he’d carried for years now… and Sam was excellent when it came to discipline around his transformations. Life, however, still would occasionally get in the way, and whilst his friend had commented on how much better the changes had seemed since they’d found themselves crashing together each month, he wasn’t sure if it was the sex or just the fact that Tom was feeding heavily from him ahead of each shift. Either way, it worked for them, and he’d managed to indulge a few more of his… stranger desires.
Own issues with his monstrosity notwithstanding, Tom had been trying to encourage Sam to let a little more of his wild side out. After all, his body, well fuelled with regular feedings, was fast to heal and incredibly strong; it was nice to have a partner who was able to pin him down and bruise him and do all the things that just weren’t possible with Pip. He knew that Sam had been enjoying that, too – he was terrified of hurting Jay close to the full moon. The last few months, since finding out this was something they enjoyed… well. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the window. Autumn had rushed in at the end of summer, the nights were definitely getting shorter, and he was uncomfortably wet.
His body knew what was meant to be happening in these few days. He bit the end of his pen, feeling the catch – his teeth were already half out, the vampire fangs hungry for more than just a meal. Another little shift, adjusting his legs uncomfortably. After a very embarrassing moment with Pip a few nights ago, he felt hyperaware of what was meant to be happening. But Sam hadn’t contacted him yet, hadn’t responded to his message almost a week ago, hadn’t even been talking about work stuff honestly so there must be a lot going on and he tried not to think about the joke Pip had made about getting him a knotted toy because that was sounding more and more appealing. The motherfucker had -
Ping! Announced his phone, a soft vibration accompanying, and he hated the speed with which he snatched it up.
Sam: be there in 20.
“Oh, shit.” he whispered, and barely bit back a rather embarrassing noise, his body already extremely ready. He’d thought – his dates must be wrong. It must be tomorrow.
-
He could smell when Sam was approaching. He hadn’t eaten in the last week, aware that he would get a meal from the werewolf, so he didn’t have enough spare in his body to flush his cheeks – otherwise he might have been embarrassingly red. He opened the door before Sam could knock, and for just a split second, their eyes met – both knowing the other was smelling things. From the immediate dilation of pupils and uptick in heart rate, Tom was sure that Sam was aware of the effect his body was having on Tom’s. Then he was being shoved into a wall, leaning in aggressively, teeth clicking against teeth, arching his hips forward, barely managing to slam the door behind them as they stumbled down the corridor. Sam was already nearly growling, hands on Tom’s waist, and he gasped even though he didn’t really need to breathe. He was overwhelmingly hot, even compared to usual, scent heavy and wild and musky, and it was enough that his teeth were out and he didn’t even care because it was undeniably sexy and his body was screaming to be filled and knotted and – and -
“Ah!” he gasped into Sam’s mouth, because a hand had already slipped by his waistband and into his underwear, two fingers pressing into his slick heat. “Fuck -” and that one did devolve into a needy whine, immediately bucking roughly into the other’s touch.
“Holy shit.” Sam laughed, voice deep and rough and heavy with something not quite him. “You really are eager, huh, sweetheart? Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.” and then his mouth moved down, teeth scraping at Tom’s neck even as the taller man curled around him, an arm sliding across Sam’s back and hanging onto his shirt because all he could feel was the thick heat of Sam’s fingers and just how easily they had tucked themselves inside him, stretching him slowly as they moved almost languidly even with the racing heart below him. The urge to bite surged, but he resisted, for now. That was usuall after the sex, when they were sleepy and sated and he could be leisurely about it.
Plus, well. His mind was very much wrapped up in how much effort it was to stay standing when his legs were shaking like jelly.
“Let’s get you ready, hm?” and against everything, he let out a wheezing whimper as Sam removed his fingers, making sure to scrape them against his dick as they parted his folds again, causing a jump in his spine. Then his mouth was on Sam’s again, unable to resist, hands on his waist as the other forced his jaw open and started to lick aggressively inside his mouth. It was a hot, relentless attack, all he could taste was sam and it was overwhelming and incredible all at once. He barely noticed falling back onto the bed, Sam between his legs, grabbing ahold of his hips, forcing them into the quilt in a way that nobody else would ever be strong enough to do. In the low light of the bedroom, bars of buttery sunlight creating a natural gilding, his deep brown eyes were undeniably streaked with yellow.
When he smiled, Tom could’ve sworn his teeth were sharper than they were meant to be.
It made his body ache.
“God, look at you.” Sam paused to stroke a burning hand over his cheek, lingering on his jaw, gentle despite the heat of the moment. Tom found himself leaning into it with a shaky exhale, feeling… cherished. It was strange, to see that clarity there for a moment – then Sam was kissing him again and hands were tangling in hair were tearing at clothes and they were nothing but a whirlwind and the usual foreplay was utterly discarded. Each knew the other was ready and whilst he’d always loved oral and the fun little lead in and would easily spend hours with his not-needing-to-breathe face tucked deep into Pip, right now his body was screaming for the wild animal breeding sex that Sam’s werewolf nature so desperately hungered for this close to the change. It didn’t matter that Tom was a vampire, was dead, would never have (and had never wanted) kids – the wolf wanted to breed. So… he was there to breed.
He was little more than a toy, for the wildness inside Sam. A tool. With a job. After all the hours sunk into running things and controlling his identity and having nothing but the need to maintain his image… it felt good. Better than he liked to admit; being reduced down to little more than Sam’s breeding bitch. No… in truth? He fucking loved it. That was why he’d been soaked even thinking about it, why right now, all he wanted was the thick stretch of Sam’s cock inside him. And the other wasn’t going to make him wait, thank any God that would listen. Clothes were being tossed away with such intensity he wouldn’t have been shocked if they’d been torn. Sam was rock hard, sliding against his body, causing a gutteral moan to fall from his mouth before the blunt head was shoving into him. No resistance, it seemed; still a bit of stretch, undoubtedly, but Tom was so slick that his whole body ached with it. Sam seating himself was a relief, a frisson down his backbone that felt unbearably right.
“Fuck, you’re made for this, aren’t you?” Sam growled in his ear, almost as breathless, and Tom shuddered around him. “I can’t believe I waited this long…” slowly, inexorably, Sam rolled his hips and shoved deep. His cock scraped in all the right places and Tom moaned wantonly, flopping his head back, baring his neck for Sam to nuzzle his nose into the base of. His tongue darted out, licking a hot, damp stripe over his flesh, and Tom shuddered again. His whole body was lost in it, but this slow treatment, he knew, wasn’t going to last. Already Sam was starting to move faster, chasing his own pleasure, know that Tom was okay with that. He was more than okay, bucking up to meet him, feeling the heat pooling deep inside him. Sam’s fluffy belly caught on his dick with every move, sending throbs of pleasure into his core, eyes rolled back and panting past his teeth. Sam bit into his neck and Tom jolted, nearly cumming just from that, sure the other was biting hard enough to bruise, to mark, to own -
“Good… boy…” his voice was more than a little growl, the gruffness he could only manage close to the moon and Tom whimpered – then gasped as he stopped.
“Sam, no, Sam please -” he babbled, desperate for more, but the other was cupping his cheek again.
“Roll. Overr.” he ordered, breathless, raw, and Tom couldn’t think of anything other than obeying; he flipped, carefully, allowing Sam to slip out of him just long enough to assume the doggy position and then – oh, there he was, weight on his back, not being graceful or careful but driving into him with such depth and precision that Tom nearly howled like an animal. Immediately, the pace was punishing. He clawed at the bed, panting, finding himself drooling, sticky strands of spit gluing themselves to his face, the fabric under him, anywhere and everywhere as he was used. Lost in bliss, he was almost caught off-guard by the strike that pushed him over the edge. Unthinking, he bit hard into the pillow, vampire teeth slicing through and into the foam below. Sam took a few more rough rolls of his hips then cried out, burying himself deep, and there – there -
“Fuckhh..” he slurred, past the mouthful of bedding. Sam was swelling, stretching, pushing him to his limits as he whined and squirmed in raw pleasure. Filled, stretched, he found himself starting to relax. Eyes nearly closed as he felt each hot pulse from Sam fill him, packing him tight and full and totally content… he relaxed. Sam’s hand was stroking his ever so slightly swollen belly, he was warm, safe, familiar…. It was good. It was great. He allowed himself to slump, Sam’s nose in his neck, catching his breath… even if he was still aware of the inexorable hold that the werewolf had over him. Sam’s hand had drifted down, rubbing a thumb over Tom’s now filled body… there was no sensation quite like it, and with how thick that knot was, he knew he’d be feeling it for days after, even after he drained all the cum out.
It felt even tighter than last time, actually. He shifted, adjusting his legs slightly, feeling them start to go numb, which was… new. Sam growled, low, rough against his back, rumbling through his whole body from the intensity of it. Tom shuddered, twitching; that was far more… intense… than he recalled feeling before. He shifted his legs again and felt Sam shove his mouth into his shoulder, holding him still. Eyes flickered to the window, where the light had faded from buttery yellow glow to a soft dimness, without his enhanced eyesight it would had been nearly total darkness in there…
Wait.
“Sam?” he muttered, and the hand on his belly tightened, and he wasn’t sure if he was imagining the size of it being… bigger than before. It slid across his skin, grabbing ahold of his waist suddenly, the same on the other side as the hot, heavy body unstuck itself from his back and yanked, forcefully, holding on tight to Tom’s body as the thick knot tugged against his tender body.
“Ow! Sam, what the fuck are you doing?” he exclaimed, trying to twist around to look at his face. “Sam, you can’t just… you’re knotted to me! We have to wait for it to go down! … Sam?” he’d managed to bend just enough, breathing hard, wincing at the discomfort and ache now being caused. But Sam looked… wrong. He was breathing hard, far harder than he should, his eyes were leeching brown and starting to become entirely yellow, and now Tom’s unbeating heart was sinking down towards his cum filled navel. Because Sam let out a noise that was more like a whine than a groan, and the crack that came from his back was undeniable, and as his head jerked back around to stare out of the dark curtains he suddenly realised just how badly they’d fucked it this time.
“The full moon is tonight?!” he barked out, scrabbling at the bedding, and no wonder he felt so fucking tight around Sam’s knot because, oh, no, oh no, he was going to die tonight, and Sam would never forgive himself and what was worse was that he’d never be able to do anything about it because he was going to be stuck on his dick the entire time he was being torn to shreds. “Sam!” he was now trying to slide forward, do anything to get Sam out of him, but far from deflating the knot was definitely getting bigger and he found himself falling bonelessly forward, trying not to think about how fucking insanely good it felt to be stretched, how, with each jerk and growl behind him, Sam clearly fighting the transformation but unable to make it cease entirely, his legs were being shifted as his bones were forced to make way for something thicker than he’d taken in his entire fucking life but the base was still narrow enough that it was staying very firmly in his tunnel… some distant function in his brain was very alarmed by the fact he might actually break a bone if Sam’s dick continued to thicken, but most of him was near drooling from the overwhelming heat and throb and stretch as the werewolf thrashed above him.
“Mmngh Sam…” he whined himself, biting hard into the fabric below him to try to muffle his cries. A hand slid down, the werewolf’s claws thankfully no longer against that tender skin, and felt the thick bulge that had grown in his usually very flat belly. Whether he was feeling the bubble of cum he’d left inside of whether it was the raw flesh of that bulb inside him, he didn’t know, and frankly, didn’t much care. His legs were entirely numb although he was distantly aware of them shaking. A clawed hand thumbed down on the bed near his head, significantly bigger than he ever remembered them being, dwarfing his own and carrying scythe like blades emerging, black and shining, from each finger. Oh, fuck. He held his breath, grateful he didn’t need it, fur starting to itch against his sweaty back. The amount of heat the transformation was kicking out, the scent of blood, the whines of agony as he twitched and yet couldn’t get away… the knot was pulsing inside him, rushing with fresh blood and fuck, fuck, it was all he could feel, all he could think of. Overhead, hot breaths, drool oozing down to slide over his shoulder… when he glanced, brief as he could, he caught sight of it. Dagger fangs, long snout, fur, twitching nose, long ears… a monster that dwarfed even his own height.
His head lowered. Snout angled down; nostrils flared. Tom lowered his own eyes, trying to maintain his hold on his breathing even if he wanted to wheeze in fear; grateful that his own heart wasn’t going to give him away but he was sure the beast was going to slaughter him. It wouldn’t be easy to kill him, usually, but he knew from before that Sam’s injuries inflicted in this form… they had a tendency to stick. He had a theory it was because neither of them were ‘natural’ any more, but it didn’t matter, because if Sam bit his head off or any other particularly fatal injury, it would be over. Hot air brushed his shoulders, his neck, jostled his sweaty hair. Then the damp nose pressed down, against his neck - he wondered what Sam was smelling. A corpse? His own scent where his sweat had soaked into his friend? A monster? A fucktoy? Oh, that last one made him shiver slightly - then he froze as teeth started to press, almost exploratory, over the back of his neck. Parting. Spreading. More drool oozing down over him back and a low growl that vibrated through his body and down, through where every single inch of Sam’s cock was splitting him open and against every bit of logic in his body - Tom gasped as the vibrations, the panic, the stretch, the everything overwhelmed him. He clenched down hard as he came, going limp again, seeing white stars behind his eyes and well, shit, if he was about to die… maybe it would be worth it.
The wolf - stilled. Then whimpered, giving an experimental roll of his hips that slid Tom forward over the blankets and made him scrabble for purchase.
“Sam?” he groaned out but - this wasn’t Sam, he was sure. This was the animal, the wild thing that was usually tearing everything in sight apart, hunting for blood and flesh and death and was currently so far jammed into him that he could feel every single heartbeat. He was powerless as it stood up on two legs, dragging his dangling self, grateful that he was mostly on the soft bed. A paw on the base of his spine, pressing, realising, it seemed, that Tom was not going anywhere. And then… somehow… it seemed to settle. Laying down on the bed, stretching itself out, cautiously drawing it’s claws around him and… sliding him in close like a teddy bear. He started to lick, at the base of Tom’s neck, up into his hair, over his shoulders. Confused, sore, he held as still as he could, unsure just what… any of this meant. Trying hard not to think about how hard he’d cum just from a growl, and how long this night was going to be…
-
An hour or so later, when he started to feel sensation returning to his legs, he dozily realised that the knot was starting to go down. His belly was incredibly tender, having been so thoroughly filled; he doubted a human could have survived without at least a broken hip, not to mention how deep Sam had been in him. It was good that vampires were made of sturdy stuff. But it didn’t deal with the fact there was a werewolf in his flat, transformed, that he had no idea how to get Sam to his usual safe place, and that, surely, as soon as they weren’t tied, that wild animal was going to need to get out again. He wasn’t sure he could win in a fight; he felt like a build a bear on that machine full of fluff, unsure his legs were ever going to close properly ever again…
Just as he was bracing, feeling the slick rush as the cock finally popped free of his body, shuddering around the emptiness - knowing he was going to have to move, to embrace his nature to get out of this room before he was torn apart - a massive pawed hand settled on his thigh. He turned slowly, rolling onto his back - and met the vivid yellow eyes of the wolf. The snout, the fluffy fur which still carried some trace of Sam’s hair, the teeth which hung like razor sharp icicles, the jaw parting with thick strands of saliva snapping between them - well, shit, clearly his plan to escape was no good. He closed his eyes, mentally cast an apology to Pip and braced himself for -
“Ah!”
Eyes snapped open, staring down at the muzzle that was slipping between his legs, the cold wet nose which was pressing into his dick and - and the flat tongue that -
“Oh fuck.” he slumped back into the bed, throwing an arm over his face.
Looked like the night was far from over.
“Sam, what are you doing?” he wheezed out, unable to believe it, but Sam’s snout was burying into him, that cold nose against his dick making it twitch and the first time that broad flat tongue drove into him he cried out like an animal himself. Oh, fuck, it was overwhelmingly wet and strong and he was so stretched and so sensitive that he was squirming. A hand tangled in the fur of his head, thick enough that his fingers sunk several inches down and then he became aware that the wolf was lapping the thick, leaking cum back out of him and his whole brain was tangled up in confusion because the wild monster that wanted little more than blood and death was currently eating him out and he’d just had one of the most confusing orgasms of his life and even though he didn’t need to breathe he was panting from the stimulation and his dick was twitching as the uncontrolled whimpers escaped his body. Right now he sounded more like a sweet little puppy than Sam ever had and he didn’t quite know how to feel anything beyond the sensations being inflicted on his body.
He was so twitchy that he’d barely realised that Sam had removed his snout, licking his chops, now climbing over him again. The thick weight of his dripping cock settled on top of his belly, and whilst it had smoothed back down a little with the majority being licked away or oozing out of him, it was now clear just how big it was. He couldn’t truly believe that had been inside him, especially not with a knot making it thicker, and he twitched. It was pink, dusky and dark, pointed at the tip and thicker at the base and his mouth was nearly watering as the weight of the animal on top of him, the feeling of thick fur pressing all around him and overwhelming his senses with musk and sweat and Sam blending with the scents that made up the werewolf and fuck, he was moving, sliding back, there was a clawed hand digging into his spine and a few rough pokes that struck right into his dick and made his hips jump up before it found it’s goal and started to slide inside him.
“Sam! Fuck, Sam!” he cried out, bucking himself up harder, allowing the other to slide in deeper to his utterly wrecked tunnel. It was easier than he’d expected, although maybe that was the cum and the slick, and yet still he coculd feel the burn and the stretch and holy fuck half of him was already lost in how good it felt, nearly catching his lip on his fully extended teeth, yet the undercurrent of discomfort was a warning. “Sam, I can’t, you’re too big, Sam, Sam,” he pleaded, but if any of Sam was left in the beast that had found it’s latest toy then he wasn’t making any objections. It started to move, claws driving through the flesh on his back, arching itself to drive deep into him. The strands of fur on it’s crotch were rubbing agaainst his dick, so much stimulation he could barely think, and it’s balls slapped heavy against his ass with ever drive in deeper and deeper, a threat that was making his whole body tremble.
His orgasm hit like a truck, but he was already so overworked, so sensitive, that a rough sob escaped his throat as his toes curled and legs bent and the werewolf showed no signs of stopping. Hands reached up to clutch onto fur but it was no good, it was rutting into him. Just a toy, just a broodmare, just his wonderful little mate, his breeding toy, his cumdump, and oh, God, Tom’s mind was running away with him as the tears dripped down into his beard and his whole body trembled, eyes rolling back into his head as he gave himself over to be used.
The headboard was thudding against the wall, the bed groaning alarmingly, and he didn’t care. He knew what was coming, gasping as his hands sunk into the fur and he hung on for dear life because the werewolf was clearly getting close and then with two brutal thrusts he sunk all the way in, piercing Tom in a way he knew would have been agony for a human but he wasn’t human any more. He didn’t feel anything but bliss as the pointed tip drove into his deepest part and then, then, God, then he felt the knot swelling again. Rocking his hips, Sam threw his head back and snarled into the ceiling as he clutched his mate onto his cock and Tom shuddered through an agonising, overstimulated orgasm as the knot throbbed and stretched and pressed inside him. He was shaking all over, sniffing into the fur, and Sam’s claws sunk deeper, another layer of sensation as the cum started to pulse.
It was painfully hot, and so very deep, and his belly was already swollen with the sheer girth of Sam’s cock but it didn’t matter because he was being bred. And Christ… he was definitely being bred. Throb and ache and pulse after pulse, it was pouring into him, and he was shaking. His belly was softening, and then thickening, and he managed to slide a hand down to feel it. Sam’s knot would twitch, his cock would pulse, and his belly would surge a centimetre. It didn’t seem to be slowing down, toes curling as more and more was filling him. He slurred out a half dozen words, not even knowing what he was saying. The wolf nuzzled into his neck, licking dozily. One hand slid back and forth over the stretched, aching skin; his mind lost in discomfort mixed with total pleasure, in the idea of being nothing more than a werewolf’s perfect immortal fucktoy, popping out litter after litter of pups… it was ridiculous, of course, his brain trying to cope with what still felt like a near death experience and the growing weight in his abdomen.
He knew he’d try to forget this later, because right now, it felt like bliss.
Finally, finally, his body reached it’s limit. He gave way to fogginess and the world settled into darkness, just a vague drifting awareness of pleasure and weight.