FIC (reprise) : Werewolf continues

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Brad is sinking, Ryan is stinking, and Drew gets licked.

“You want me to do what?” Ryan looked at Drew bug-eyed.

“I said, when I take my shower you need to get in after me. Take a shower, use my shampoo, dry off and put on a pair of my sweats and one of my tee shirts. Look, his nose has gotten hyper sensitive since this has been going on, and the only way he won’t be able to tell you’re there is if you smell more like me!” Drew didn’t take his eyes off the road. His hands were clenched on the wheel as he drove, and Ryan watched as that little vein at his temple started throbbing.

“But…”

Drew hissed “Will… you… do… what… I’m… asking…. or not? Because if you aren’t going to do this I’ll pull over right now, let you out, and face this thing alone! God dammit Ryan, I’m not asking you to shower with me and I’m not gonna toss you in the sack and have my way with you! Look, you’re the only person I can trust to be there and be strong enough or fast enough to deal with him if something goes wrong.” He sighed and made a conscious effort to unclench his hands as he stopped the car at a traffic light. “Please, Ryan, just do it.”

The silence in the car was deafening until finally Ryan let out a sigh. “I still think you’re as crazy as he is, but I’ll do it. If he’s as far gone as you say he is, how am I supposed to stop him – if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing should go wrong, he’s gonna be tied down and chained.” Drew could feel Ryan’s eyes switch to high beam. “And I’ve got something silver, but I hope you won’t have to use it.”

*****

It’s Time

Dinner was quiet; Brad cheerfully dismembered his platter of ribs and part of Drew’s as well. He’d also had a couple of bottles of beer while Drew contented himself with a pitcher of ice water. Drew was nervous, his ears listened for any sounds that would tell him if Ryan was in position or not. (I’ve got to trust him – hell, I DO trust him! I think…) A quick cleanup (thank God for dishwashers!) and he rested a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “C’mon Brad, it’s time. Let’s see if we can’t beat this once and for all.”

Between the ribs and the beer, Brad was pleasantly stuffed and quite relaxed. His cheek nuzzled Drew’s hand and his tongue flicked out wetting both his lips and the burly comic’s knuckles. “‘Shtime?”

(Aw, man, tell me he didn’t lick my hand!) “Yeah, it’s time. Upsy daisy!” Brad allowed himself to be tugged gently into a standing position and led toward the basement steps. Both men walked down side by side, Drew keeping an arm lightly around the younger man’s shoulder. “Watch your step.” As they got to the foot of the stairs he paused before opening the lower door. “Listen, you know that I’m only trying to help, right? And I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you. I promise. But I want to feel like I’m safe, too – I don’t want you to hurt me.”

“Trusht you, ‘n wanyoo trusht me.” Pupils dilated in the half-light, nostrils twitched, but the rest of his body was relaxed.

“Okay, let’s get started then.” He pushed the door open slowly. Drew moved his hand down onto Brad’s back, drawing gentle circles on his skin. (So far, so good…) “Easy, boy… c’mon then, c’mon in and sit down.” His voice dropped lower as he crooned words and meaningless sounds to keep Brad calm.

The chair was sitting in the center of the room; the rest of the furnishings had been pushed against the walls. A small lamp glowed on top of a small table. In the gloom it was hard to tell that the chair had been bolted to the floor, and Drew hoped that Brad wouldn’t notice it at all. He nudged Brad into position before ruffling his hair. “Go ahead and sit… we’re almost ready.” As he stood in front of Brad, he was able to see the closet at the end of the room. The louvered doors were completely dark and empty looking. One of the doors was the smallest fraction ajar, and the relief that he felt was almost too much to handle. (He stayed!) “C’mon, Brad… sit!” He tapped Brad lightly on the chest and watched him sink into the chair.

“Good boy, that’s a good boy…” Drew crooned softly and reached around Brad’s chest for a pair of thick leather straps that he quickly secured. “You still trust me, don’t you?”

Brad looked down and then up into Drew’s eyes. “Trusht yoooo… Go ‘head Roo, don’ wantarrrrrrr…” Drew watched as something flared behind his eyes. Brad’s fingers clenched. “Hurry Drew, please!”

Extra leather cuffs were brought out from the table drawer. Drew strapped Brad’s ankles to the chair legs before cuffing his wrists to the armrests. “Easy boy, it’s all right… easy…. Don’t want you to get hurt; don’t want me to get hurt… See? Not too tight, not too loose… nobody’s gonna hurt you.” He ran a hand lightly over both arms, down his back, stroked Brad’s hair and sighed softly as he felt Brad calm down. “Good boy… all right, we’re almost ready… Shh…”

Silver necklaces were then wrapped around the cuffs several times. Brad watched panting quietly. Drew moved the little table closer. Brad’s eyes didn’t move from his hands. “It’s all right, Brad… good boy, you’re all right…”

Drew pulled a crystal pendulum out of his pocket and dangled it before Brad. The lamplight caught the many facets of the crystal and it glittered in the gloom. “That’s it… watch the crystal… feeling warm…” The pendulum began to move in a slow arc before his eyes. “Nice and warm… safe… so safe as you listen to me… good boy… breathing in and out, safe and warm… feeling sleepy, feeling happy, no one’s gonna hurt you…” Brad’s eyelids fluttered. “Good boy… just relax… that’s it… so simple, just let go… I won’t let anything happen… Go deeper… deeper… That’s it… so easy…”

// Tha’s nice… in and out… breathe… // Brad’s eyes drooped further. “Trushhhht.”

“That’s right, Brad… you can trust me… I won’t let you down… In and out… slower… deeper… just relax and listen to me.” He watched Brad’s eyes drop closed and struggle to open back up again. “Shh… if your eyes are too heavy, just leave them closed. Good boy… eyes closed… deeper… deeper…”

** Waking ** PINNED! ** NO! **

Drew watched as Brad’s eyes rolled under the lids. His body tensed, rippled, and Drew gasped as Brad’s eyes flew open. (Shit!) The eyes that stared at him may have been the same color as Brad’s, but Brad was definitely not in there. He continued to swing the pendulum, bringing it closer to the younger man’s face, making him focus only on the glittering ball.

** Pinned! ** HELP! ** Whine ** MOMMEEEE! ** Light hurt his eyes, but THING in front of eyes made him look.

“Shhhhh… easy boy, you’re all right… nobody’s gonna hurt you…”

A familiar sound reached his ears. ** Littermate? ** HELP? ** HELP MEEEEE! ** Watch Pretty THING **… some of the panic receded.

“That’s a good boy, just relax… easy… you know me… That’s right…” Drew crooned softly, spinning the pendulum in front of Brad. Some of the tension left the body in the chair. “That’s right… that’s a good boy… you know me…”

<Whine> “Rrrrroo”

“That’s right, Drew. I’m here… You’re all right…” The body in the chair rippled again, tensed and relaxed against the cuffs.

“Yap! Whine... Yipe! Rrrrrrrrrrrngggg! Nnnnggggroooooo!”

(What the fuck!?)