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Leo was here, he was close enough to touch, and his hands were& what was he doing?
He was taking off the collar.
Oh, sweet freedom. Kirk surged forward, his paws hands barely obeying him, his jaw
dropping as he tried to somehow swallow Leo s scent and make it a part of him.
He crashed into Leo headfirst, bearing him down against the floor.
Hey, hey, whoa, it s me, Leo was saying. The collar dropped from his hands, forgotten.
Kirk could barely understand him. Words were so futile, so flat, compared to the spectrum of
scents that Leo was putting out. Leo was worried, concerned, a little afraid, but underneath it all was
a warmth that Kirk felt in the pit of his own belly.
That warmth was for him.
He licked a long stripe from the just-visible tip of Leo s collarbone to his ear, tasting him, losing
himself in the symphony of taste and scent.
Okay, this is getting too weird for me, Leo said, his voice stuttering a little. Kirk? Do you
know where you are? What happened to you? Who who chained you up like this?
Kirk felt his voice, hearing it resonate against his breastbone.
He ignored the words. What mattered was the warm tone of Leo s voice, the slick caress of his
tongue against his palate as he made sounds, and the scents that rose off him in intoxicating waves.
He growled a little, happily, and pawed at Leo s clothes. They were in the way, covering up the
most important parts of him. If only he still had his claws, he could just rip them, but his stupid nails
were too fragile.
The jeans were especially difficult. He poked at them, feeling the shape of the metal buttons, and
tried to remember how they came off.
Then, frustrated, he bent his head and just licked at Leo s crotch. It tasted mostly like fabric and
dye, but there was a hint of Leo s scent there as well.
Oh god, Leo half-whispered, trembling. The soft bulge of his cock twitched under Kirk s
tongue, growing bigger under the heavy denim. Kirk, say something, okay? Tell me
Words. Leo wanted words from him.
Kirk scraped them from his throat. Leo, he rasped.
The effect was immediate. The citrusy edge of fear in Leo s scent mellowed into warm amber,
and the shocked expression in his eyes grew soft.
Oh, thank goodness. You re here. I m so glad I found you. Are you okay? Let me
So many words. Not at all necessary.
Demonstratively, Kirk licked another stripe up Leo s crotch, lingering at the place where the
seams met. The fabric was growing darker there, wet from his tongue.
Um, Leo said, then groaned helplessly as Kirk dug insistently with sharp jabs of his tongue,
probing at the seams.
Kirk could smell Leo s arousal as clearly as his own. Who needed words when they had this?
The wolf was overpowering him again, growling in his ears, telling him to claim his mate now,
now, now.
Leo s slim fingers ghosted over his neck, slipping down to his shoulders in a tentative caress.
Kirk basked in his touch. Strangely, Leo wasn t afraid of him. He wasn t repulsed by Kirk. Not
by his change, nor by the wolf that still lived in him and would always be a part of him.
It was a miracle, but it was true. Kirk could smell it. There was no fear left in Leo s scent, only
uncertainty mixed with a growing musk of arousal.
Fumbling, Kirk s clumsy, wrong-shaped fingers found the zipper to Leo s coat. He pulled at it,
dimly remembering how to ease it down so it didn t break. He d broken plenty of zippers in times
like these.
There, that was one less layer between him and Leo.
So many layers left, though: wool sweater, t-shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, hiking boots.
Silly furless humans, said the wolf, his scent-images so clear that Kirk could easily supply the
words. Always covering themselves up.
Kirk agreed. His own fur was mostly gone, now, but he still felt warm, his blood running hot
with the wolf s more-than-human heat.
He wanted to share that warmth with Leo.
Leo was helping, now, pulling the wool sweater over his own head with shaking hands. If you
want this, I if you re sure he was saying, his voice as shaky as his hands.
Kirk grunted. There was no room for doubt, not with the wolf s absolute certainty howling in his
brain. He knew what he wanted.
He dug underneath the t-shirt, finding delicious bare skin there to touch and taste. His hands
strayed upward, stroking and exploring, until they encountered the little nubs of Leo s nipples. So soft
under his fingers, though they tightened up as soon as he rubbed them.
Leo moaned softly, and the sound was like sweet honey.
Let me hear what other sounds you can make.
Leo was losing track of what was happening. It was all going so fast that it felt like a dream.
An incredibly vivid, incredibly sexy, unbelievably bizarre dream.
Kirk who had been an animal not ten minutes ago Kirk was naked, aroused, and rubbing up
against him, his hands pushing Leo s t-shirt up.
He was a little uncoordinated, his fingers fumbling with the cotton hem, then sliding down Leo s
chest again.
Can t really blame him for that, Leo thought giddily. He had paws ten minutes ago. And now
he s oh god licking my stomach.
He pulled the t-shirt over his head, shivering as the cold air hit his bare skin. His nipples perked
up, and now they felt even more sensitive than before.
The headlamp pulled off his head along with the t-shirt, ruffling up his hair. He left the lamp
where it was, shining brightly through the t-shirt s thin fabric. It made the light a little softer, a little
warmer. And he did want the light; he wanted to see Kirk.
He wanted to convince himself that this was real. He d never had a dream this crazy, and it
certainly felt real...almost to good to be real.
Looking down, he sucked in a breath, feeling heat curl in his belly.
There was a lot of Kirk, even when he was sitting down with his legs folded up under him, and
Leo had a spectacular view of Kirk s naked back and his broad shoulders. His hair was loose, and
Leo slipped his fingers into the wild tangle of curls, stroking the nape of Kirk s neck.
Kirk responded by licking him again, and Leo moaned out loud, arching up against the rough rasp
of Kirk s tongue.
Low in his throat, Kirk made a sound that was close to a growl. It sounded very much like the
noises he had made in the kitchen, trying desperately to speak.
That makes a little more sense now, Leo thought; he must have been suffering the effects of
the& the other him. That s why he ran from me. That distracted him for a moment from what Kirk
was doing, and he winced at a sudden stab of sympathy. And then& then he hid himself here.
The conclusion was inescapable. Kirk had run to this refuge, and locked himself away. Chained
himself up, before the change began. Kirk had known this was going to happen.
Leo shivered.
It was very hard to think while Kirk s hands were drawing warm patterns on his stomach.
What if this was just adrenaline-fueled desperation? What if Kirk changed his mind again,
after& after this?
God, that would kill me.
He sucked in a deep breath and set his jaw. Still, I ll take it. I m not going to be the one to run
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