Story Orgy Monday...There Were Signs, cont'd pt. 6

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So my lovelies...I'm taking a break from Pip and Dwight. Why? Because trying to fit them in with the prompts once a week is making me start to babble their story...I don't want that. I don't want a story that is so important to me to become a run-on huh??? scene after scene...you know? I'm going to plot out where they need to go and get them there, hopefully I can work in said prompts and they can rejoin us on Mondays...it all just depends. They've become too important for me to just leave to chance, though. :)

So for now...well—back in October of 2012 I did a very short shifter prompt story called There Were Signs...Dorian found out that his best friend Wolfe...well Wolfe was a wolf (oh yes, the fun I had with that! lol) and we left those two with Dorian falling asleep on the couch while Wolfe's wolf stared at him from outside...they had just copulated their relationship.

This week's prompt:  It's like a never ending dream.

And now for your reading pleasure…

There Were Signs

pt. 6 (cont'd from 2012)

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

"Open the door." Wolfe's soft spoken command rolled down Dorian's spine. He could feel the power in the other man's words.

Normally Dor would make some snappish comeback to such a blatant demand, whether he wanted to open the door or not, he wasn't one to be ordered about. But he found himself reaching for the knob without thinking about it.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" He threw the door open and went toe to toe with a still extremely naked Wolfe.

"I...was I...did I hurt you last night? Was I too rough with you?" The crinkle around Wolfe's eyes matched the concern in his voice.

A glance down, though, proved that some parts of Wolfe didn't follow that train of thought, and maybe wanted a second go round at Dorian's ass.

"If you did would that monster stop winking at me?"

The massive amount of man in front of Dorian turned red, an all over blush at that. No matter how rosy Wolfe's skin got, he still didn't try to hide his erection.

"There are things even I can't control." Wolfe shrugged his shoulders.

Dorian walked to the bed, scooped up the torn jeans from the floor and sat down. He was thankful for the softness of the mattress considering his ass indeed bordered on the tender side. Damn that steady throb made him ache for a repeat of last night, like his muscles knew they were empty and wanted to be filled by Wolfe again.

He held up the destroyed jeans so his best friend could see all the damage done to them last night.

"You might not be able to control Mr. Winky, but you proved you could control your wolf. Is that the right terminology?"

"I'm pretty sure you're the only one to ever call my dick Mr. Winky."

Dorian snorted. "Poor Mr. Winky, never getting the proper respect he deserves." He stuck out his tongue to Wolfe. "And you damn sure know I wasn't referring to that terminology, like you have a say in what I call your sword."

It was Wolfe's turn to snort. "You do realize I'm bigger than you."

"Nobody likes a braggart."

Wolfe rolled his eyes at Dorian. "I meant my body, not my..."

Dorian raised his eyebrow, holding back the smirk threatening to cross his face. "Mr. Winky?"

"You know, you make it very hard to have a conversation with you."

"Says the man that turns into a wolf without even warning his best friend."

"And yet you keep making your jokes like I couldn't tear your throat out in one bite."

"Pfft, didn't I prove last night I can tame your beast with just the swish of my tail? Best friends, Wolfe, for over what...ten years? Did you think I'd turn my back on you?"

"You ran from me."

"I was a little shocked. You were sniffing me. I think running was a perfectly acceptable response in that situation. You should've trusted me."

Wolfe sighed and sat on the bed also. Dor noted how over half the bed separated them, and it hurt a little. Wolfe and Dorian never minded each other's personal space before. That was a lot of mattress between them that two days ago wouldn't be.

"How? I couldn't tell you. How could I have broached the subject?"

"Oh I don't know, mentioning that you need industrial strength razors once a month might've been a good start."

"Yeah, well, it's damn hard to use those industrial strength razors when you have claws and paws." Wolfe threw his hands in the air. "Great, now you have me making asinine jokes."

"Oh no, I think that one was pretty good." Dor bit his lip but the laughter still made it out.

"It's like a never ending dream..." Wolfe's voice lowered to a whisper, "or maybe a nightmare is a better word. I get the strength and charisma from my wolf, but I also get a bloodlust and animalistic rage that goes with it. Most of the month I can keep it in check, tamp it down and control it with my human side, but three nights out of the month I have to give myself up to the beast within. I have no say in what he does with my body, but perfect recall of every second he's in charge. My people constantly state that the pros outweigh the cons, but sometimes I'm not so sure. He tried to ra—"

Wolfe took a deep breath, physically shuddering in front of Dorian before he continued. "He wanted to take you no matter what you wanted. I was in his head as he dragged his claws down your back and did this to your pants"—he reached across the dividing space and snatched the jeans from Dorian's loose grip, turning them over in his hands before throwing them across the room with a frustrated sounding grunt—"and it excited him that you fought, that you were scared. It made him, no us, harder with want and need."

Dorian noticed Wolfe's leg muscles tense, knew the man was about to jump up and perhaps leave the room. So Dor acted quickly and maneuvered himself behind his best friend, a thigh on either side of Wolfe's body, and pulled him back against him. He wrapped his arms around Wolfe's chest and just held on tight.

"You're wrong. Well you're probably right on most of that, I don't know, but you're wrong on the most important thing. Um—he?—was in charge last night, we both know that. But you reeled him in. He only got to tear my clothes off and enjoy the view, nothing more. You didn't allow him anymore, and he listened to you. When I followed you afterwards—granted not one of the brilliant acts I'll be known for—but when I did, it was you I spoke with. You reined him in. You did that, no one else."

To be cont'd...

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