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Third Age

Chapter 1

(Sanctuary)

Silver clouds drifted across the sky like an ocean of light, ebbing and flowing from unseen tidal forces. It was an ever-evolving work of art from the macroscopic to the microscopic. The temperature dropped just a little, the water vapor condensing together, droplets forming and growing until they were too heavy for the clouds to hold them. In an instant, nature had made up its mind and the rain began to fall across Echo Creek, Colorado. It came down light at first but grew heavier, blanketing the campus of Grand Mesa University.

The raindrops were heavy enough to make a fair amount of noise as they crashed through the canopy of leaves form the big trees that surrounded Keller hall, as well as all the cars in the parking lot in front of the dorms. Most of the vehicles had been washed clean already by the previous day's rain, but one had traveled a lot farther. The black Mazda hatchback had been caked with dust on its thousand-mile drive from Houston, Texas, but the rain hit hard, blasting the dirt off and leaving the car with its original sheen.

Somewhere on the campus there were excited and surprised shouts and laughs as students were caught in the rain. To Marco Iona, the sights and sounds were like a slice of heaven after a long bad dream. The sophomore unhooked his seatbelt, unlatched the door and stepped out, rising to his feet as he welcomed the rain and it embraced him. The drops soaked into the nineteen-year old's smooth collar length black hair, beading up on his cinnamon skin before running down in rivulets to the four-inch-long black beard he had cultivated. His hazel eyes looked up at the sky, seeing the beautiful contrast of light and dark, feeling the water cleaning his body and spirit, welcoming him back to his college, to his sanctuary, to his home.

The passenger door opened soon after, allowing a lanky, gangly young man with chestnut brown hair to stretch and yawn, exposing slightly unusual canine teeth. He crossed his arms and braced them on the roof of the vehicle, caramel brown eyes peering through black framed glasses, watching his boyfriend bask in the rain. Rayne Fletcher had been blessed with powers of a different sort, coming into his own as a Foo Dog guardian spirit just as Marco lost his powers. As much as Fletch wanted to be overwhelmed by everything that happened, he couldn't be. It felt as if things had worked out just the way they should have... more or less. They were alive, they were together, they were... getting wet.

The sound of the rain intensified as it came down even harder, managing to bounce off of the car rather than simply running down the windshield. The rear door flung open, allowing a thin, spry blond youth to climb out, run to the back of the car, throw the hatchback up and grab two duffel bags before making a break for the dorm. Udo Hoen bounded through the growing stream of water running down the curb, padded up the ramp and ducked over the overhang, looking back from the protective cover, his visage reflecting in the wall of glass that surrounded the dorm's first floor common room.

Udo reached up to brush his blond bangs out of his face, feeling the sting of his rain-soaked mane against his skin. The escape from the car was a relief for him after such a long drive, especially given the tight squeeze. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had been trapped with his pack, being in such a small space might have gotten to him after his experiences in the Beta site. Still, he wouldn't have traded the drive back together for anything. They had been apart for too long. Udo longed to get back to their dorm room, to get in his own clothes, to feel the comforts of home... but he had to wait for the rest of the pack to catch up.

"You guys are nuts!" He called out to the others, watching the last two of their retinue reluctantly climb out of the back of the Mazda. The first to rise was by far the group's largest member, standing at six foot three. Artyom Yashin was not only the product of a proud Russian family, but a proud werewolf family as well. The gift, as they considered it, had been passed down generation to generation dating back to the first werewolves in Greece. Looking at him, one might have mistaken Yom for a bear rather than a werewolf.

Artyom was a year ahead of Marco, half-way through his Junior year. He had always sported a rugged look, but after falling in love with Marco and learning that he enjoyed those qualities, he had taken it to the extreme. Yom's dark brown, almost black hair reached past his shoulder blades and his thick, bushy beard hung down to his nipples. It even crept up on his cheeks a bit higher than most, framing his almost hauntingly green eyes. His skin looked a bit sun kissed after their time in Houston, taking on a peachy glow.

The last member to extract himself from the car was the pack's newest recruit. Duncan was a junior like Yom, having shared many classes with him. His rusty auburn colored hair was long on top, pulled into a bun. The sides had once been shaved, but after the trip to Texas, it had grown out a bit. Duncan had been ill prepared for the rain, wearing a yellow tank top, showing off his freckle dappled shoulders and his strong arms tattooed with the periodic table entries for silver on the back of his left arm and gold on the back of his right. Duncan grabbed a few more bags from the back before jogging to join Udo under the overhang.

"Is it good to be back?" Fletcher asked Marco, taking his glasses off as they fogged up from the rain. He folded them up and tucked them back in his pocket. Marco took a long breath before he smiled and opened his eyes again, nodding.

"It's good to be back home." Marco said with contentment.

****

The squeak of wet shoes echoed up the stairwell, punctuated by the trudging of weary feet. Fletcher emerged first, flanked by Duncan as they moved down the narrow hallway. The white cinder block walls had been painted over so many times over the years that the joints were almost invisible, contrasted against the newly installed turquoise blue carpeting that ran the length of the third floor. The main lights were off, the only light coming from the few dorm rooms that had their door open.

"It isn't FAIR! We haven't even had our finals for the year!" Came a shout from up ahead. Fletcher winced a bit, still getting used to his enhanced hearing. A shadow fell across the hall as an older man stepped out, his teeth and his fists clenched before he spun to look back into dorm at his son.

"I don't care about any god damn finals. This is bigger than your grades for the year. No son of mine is going to put his life on the line in some den of freaks. You're coming home with me right now and that is final." The man said. The only response he got was aggravated slamming of drawers from inside the room. Fletcher lowered his head a bit as he passed, the man stepping to the side, too focused on his family crisis to pay much mind to those that were overseeing it.

Duncan's usual smile had turned to a mild frown as he passed with Udo squeezing by next. Marco had slowed, looking up at the man... Early forties, balding, weathered skin and well-worn coat... Marco had recognized the voice of their neighbor, and he saw some familiarity on the father's face. It couldn't have been easy for him to come up with the money to send his son to a University like Grand Mesa, or to pull him away from it... but the world had changed. They knew werewolves existed, and the leadership of Echo Creek had made a declaration to the world that the city - and by extension, the college - were a sanctuary for the supernatural.

Yom moved toward the father, not looking down or squeezing himself to take up less space. The man met eyes with Yom and paused for a second, seeing a silent confidence and perhaps a hint of malice in those green eyes. He stepped half-way back into his son's dorm room as Yom passed, looking at Marco next. Marco kept focused ahead, moving a few more doors down until they reached their destination. As he turned the corner and crossed the threshold, he laid eyes on it - the view he had longed for the last few weeks.

Keller Hall was considered to be the entry level dorm for all freshman and some sophomores that were reluctant to move to other buildings. It was an H-shaped brick and mortar building with no elevators, few amenities and one hell of a view. The cheap white vertical blinds had been left retracted, offering a view out over a courtyard with a recessed cement patio in front of the "Hawk's Nest" campus convenience store at the base of Hawkstray hall. Both buildings were tipped with fraternities on the ends with general housing in the middle, and they both sat beneath the most brilliant Colorado skies.

Despite everything they had gone through, everything they had seen, Marco couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his face. The large room had been built for four occupants, but they had pushed all four beds together to form a pack sleeping area, giving them even more floor space for a couch, mini-fridge and other amenities. All of their snacks, computers, even their laundry was right where they had left it. For a moment Marco could pretend that no time had passed, that they had gone out to experience the full moon and their time as feral wolves... But life didn't work that way. There were pieces to pick up, lives to resume.

"I don't know where to start..." Fletcher murmured, looking at the various bags they had set down. Udo crossed his arms and considered.

"I guess it depends on how tired we are?" Udo asked. Marco chuckled at that.

"I hope you boys aren't too tired, you all slept while I was driving." Marco said. Duncan pouted a bit at that.

"It isn't our fault, you know what that sound does to us... Tires on the asphalt, instant sleepy time!" he protested.

"Well, I think it did us a world of good. I'm rested and recharged." Udo smiled, "What do you want to do, Marco?" he asked. Marco stood there for a moment, looking at four expectant pairs of eyes, all looking at him like he was still the Alpha of a werewolf pack, as if he was still the leader. They had said as much before coming back to Echo Creek, but it was a lot to adjust to.

"We're going to have to hit the ground running to make up for the time we were away... And to do that we have to get back in the swing of things. I guess that means laundry, new snacks, getting cleaned off and touching base with our professors." Marco said.

"I'll take care of laundry." Udo offered.

"I can do snacks. It's a calling." Fletcher grinned. Duncan reached over to elbow him in the ribs.

"Let me be your pack mule, I'm good at carrying stuff." he offered. Fletcher nodded at that. Yom considered for a moment.

"I will reach out to one of the guidance counselors about getting back in classes." he said. Marco looked up at that in surprise.

"Yom, that's... a big ask. Are you sure? I should go with you." Marco said. Yom shook his head.

"You've been through a lot... And my parents have donated a LOT to this school. I'm sure they'll hear me out. Let me do this for you, for us." Yom said. Marco gave a meek smile at that and nodded.

"Of course, it sounds like you have a great game plan." he said. Yom smiled, glad that he could take some of the burden off of Marco. He leaned down and their lips pressed, their beards meshing together as they embraced. There was a flurry of feisty tongues batting back and forth before Yom reluctantly broke the kiss. Marco almost glowed with the buzz of their chemistry... the chemistry he shared with all of them, really.

"And tonight, after all the dust settles, we're going to get back to basics and have the bonding time we all need." Marco said. Yom growled happily, Fletcher grinned, Udo almost bounced with excitement and Duncan looked at the others, hoping what Marco said meant what it sounded like. That idea alone was enough to spur them to action. Fletcher gave Marco a kiss on the cheek as he headed out with Duncan following after. Yom reached to give Marco's ass a playful squeeze as he excused himself and Udo started gathering the discarded clothing that was spread around the dorm. After a few shirts had been snagged, he looked back up at Marco.

"What are you going to do?" Udo asked with a bit of concern, realizing that he was the only one not saddled with a task. Marco thought for a moment before he smiled.

"I'm going to wash my hair so when all of you are cuddling up close, I smell good." Marco grinned, reaching into the closet to grab his plush burgundy towel.

****

The sound of the shower filled the bathroom, the stream echoing off of the garish yellow tiles and the grey grout, suds swirling around Marco's feet before disappearing down the drain. The water ran in rivulets and streams across his shoulders, down his chest, following the contours of his firm ass cheeks. He'd been in the shower for at least a half hour, long enough for his fingers and toes to start to prune. It should have been a quick venture, hop in and hop out, but the water felt just like the rain had - cleansing, cathartic, healing... but it wasn't enough.

Marco's brow furrowed as he thought back to the experiences he'd had in the past few months... He'd been kidnapped, taken to a secret research laboratory, experimented on and manipulated. He had lost himself to his animal impulses and clawed his way back in time to go toe to toe with the living embodiment of the curse of all werewolves... and in the end, he had to convince himself he had been successful. They had evacuated Futurza tower before it had come crashing down, the casualties were light, but there had been a cost...

The last of the shampoo ran out of Marco's hair as his fingers combed through the long, smooth black locks. Even that had changed when he had lost his lycanthropy, reverting back to the same Hawaiian hair his father had. It had been so rich and full as a wolf. Marco hated to admit it, but he missed the perks. He missed the strength, the healing, the stamina, the libido. He missed being taller, faster, stronger. He'd had a vision when he had lost himself, a life unlived, what it would have been to be a normal human... It had been enough to show him he could do it, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to miss what he had lost.

With a frustrated sigh, Marco turned off the water and reached for the towel resting on a hook outside. What he felt instead was the very smooth, very warm skin of someone that was most certainly not expecting a brush with a bathroom stranger. Marco winced and peeked out from the shower, meeting eyes with one of the campus werewolves. The corners of Marcus' mouth frowned slightly as he caught himself thinking 'other werewolf' for a moment before coming crashing down to reality again. The only saving grace was that the face looking back at him was not a stranger.

"Tobin, I didn't see you there." Marco admitted a bit bashfully, withdrawing his hand. The young man standing just outside his shower stood an inch taller than Marco, his umber brown skin stark in contrast to the yellow tiles. His dark hair had been worked into a forest of twists along the top of his head while artfully shaved into a fade on the sides, contrasting the bit of wild scruff hanging down from the point of his chin.

When Marco had been Campus Alpha, he'd loosely wrangled a few dozen werewolves from Freshmen to Seniors. Naturally, Marco had gotten closer to some than others. Tobin had come to Grand Mesa at the same time, but he'd been placed in a different dorm and they hadn't overlapped in any classes. Tobin gave a bit of an awkward smile, though it melted a bit into one of relief as he moved past the inadvertent touch.

"Marco, you're back! I keep hearing stories; I can't believe it all... Is it true you went back into the tower to get the last wolves out?" Tobin asked, grinning a bit. Marco smiled a bit and shrugged, grabbing his towel now that he had a clear view of it. "Well, we didn't leave and go back in, we just came up from the basement and decided to get everyone out." Marco said. Tobin nodded eagerly at that.

"I get it man, I get it." Tobin said, "I know it wasn't much, but I tried to keep everyone in line back here while you were gone... And I did my best to help everyone that came back here from Texas too..." he added. Marco looked up at that, thinking about all the werewolves that got scattered after their kidnapping. Some would have gone home; some would have gone into hiding. Somehow the miraculous effects of the shower felt like they were wearing off already.

"Thank you for doing what you did. But I've kept you from your shower long enough." Marco said, bowing his head before tying the towel around his waist, excusing himself from the bathroom. As he left, he heard the hot rush of water turning on in another stall. The heavy door shut, and Marco stood there for a moment, feeling the burning heat of embarrassment in his cheeks. He hadn't heard Tobin outside the shower, he'd just blindly reached out. That never would have happened if he still had his werewolf senses. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the unease but it kept bubbling up, an endless loop of thoughts about what he had lost.

Marco's hand tightened into a fist for a moment before he released it again, pushing it away. He didn't have time to worry about himself. They had all come back to Echo Creek for a reason. People needed his help, his experience, his perspective. Even if he was a human again, he understood the werewolves. He had to be an advocate for them. Losing his lycanthropy hadn't been a punishment, at least as far as the curse was concerned. It had been the result of living a selfless life, and that was something Marco had to keep on doing if Echo Creek was really to become a sanctuary for those that needed it.

****

The chatter of the campus cafeteria rose and fell like an ocean, breaking across dozens of light wood tables, overlooking the shallow creek that meandered across the campus. The rain had ebbed, the sun had set and the lamps had snapped on to shower the walkways with their historic orange glow. Marco looked up as Duncan sat down with his second tray full of food, though he soon divvied out what he had obtained to the other four men around the table.

"I don't know what it is about country fried steak, but it really speaks to me, you know?" Duncan asked. Udo smirked at that, cutting into his.

"Sometime I should try making weinerschnitzel. I've got all my family's recipes, but I've never made it." Udo said. Duncan tilted his head.

"What's that like?" he asked. Udo winced a bit.

"It's... a breaded cutlet, so like German country fried steak." Udo said. Duncan's eyes widened in wonder.

"Another country's country fried steak? Udo, please, you have to make it..." Duncan said. Fletcher looked up, sipping on his lemonade.

"Udo, I didn't know you cooked." Fletcher smiled. Udo blushed a bit.

"I haven't actually, I mean, not really. I follow instructions really well, so I make cakes and stuff from time to time. But I have all my family's recipes. My grandmother's actually. My parents never cooked either." Udo said, though he looked up, realizing how quiet Marco had been. Marco was looking around at the cafeteria at large, at the other students.

Something about the tenor of it all felt off and Marco hadn't touched his food. There were too many empty seats, people bunched up in different clusters almost as if they were trying to be safe in numbers. Some of the students around them had been taken from the box canyon as well, some had not come back to the school, some were unaware of everything that had transpired. They had overheard of a few students pulled out of school once the Mayor and the school President had announced that Echo Creek would be a safe harbor for the supernatural. These were the people that Marco was trying to protect, and he couldn't even get himself to eat, overwhelmed by the idea of it all.

"Excuse me." Marco said, standing up. He took his tray with him, the food still on the plate. He set it onto the rotating carousel on the wall leading to the exit before pushing outside. The cold air, the darkness, the slight breeze, it was a relief. He wanted to say it even sounded better, but without his werewolf hearing he couldn't make out what any of the whispers or murmurs were. It was all a muffled silence. Marco walked past the cafeteria and turned the corner. It wasn't the way back to his dorm, but it was a way away. He walked onto the small footbridge that arched over the creek, slowing to a stop.

The creek bubbled and churned as it meandered through campus, the stones at the bottom well worn. It was strange to think that the creek was the same day and night, it looked so different beneath the waxing moon compared to the sun. Marco leaned on the guard rail, looking into the creek, then at the rock walls that kept the creek in place, the trees on either side. He thought back to Freshman year, how he'd been so wide eyed and eager to start his college life, making it a whole two months until he'd become a werewolf... and now it was all different.

A soft metal clang came as Fletcher leaned onto the guard rail next to Marco, having caught up with him. Udo came in on the other side and Duncan beyond that. Yom came up behind him, sliding a hand around Marco's ribs, holding on to him around his stomach. Marco lowered his head with shame, resting it on the cold metal, sighing softly.

"I'm sorry guys, I know... I'm being silly." Marco said. Udo tutted softly.

"Nothing silly about it. You've been through a lot. Hell, we all have... I mean, we were locked up in cages, we had to break our way out, we ran through a skyscraper that came crashing down into dust. It's going to take some time." Udo said.

"And we have time." Fletcher added, "The semester isn't over, we have time to get things back on track and figure out our new path."

"And if that doesn't work, we can go to Washington and I will make you a proud husband and we can spend our lives making love and beautiful memories." Yom grinned, leaning in to lick and then nip Marco's neck. Marco shivered in delight, leaning back into Artyom, feeling his seemingly ever-present erection. Marco didn't pull away, deciding to work his ass against the lump, eliciting a growl from his packmate.

"I've been moping around long enough." Marco decided, announcing it more to himself than any of them, "It's time we have the welcome home we were meant to. I think I'm ready for that pack bonding time." he grinned. Duncan let out an excited whoop at that. Marco looked around at them all... Tall, strong, lean, thick, stylish, rough... He had no right to be that lucky, to have that many handsome, amazing young men that loved him... but for once in his life he was going to let himself be greedy. They were his, and he was going to make the most of it.

****

The door to the dorm room burst open as a tangle of youthful, manly virility squeezed through the narrow passage. There was nothing graceful or elegant about it, except perhaps how Fletcher's lips managed to keep finding Marco's despite the undulating bodies of the pack trying to advance their cause while not missing out. Udo reluctantly shut the door and locked it behind them before catching up as Marco was tipped back on the bed, flanked on either side by Yom and Duncan. They gathered Marco's shirt in their hands and yanked it up over his head, eliciting a bit of a yelp of surprise.

"There's our Alpha..." Yom growled happily, his eyes shifting to a rich amber gold as his ears began pushing into points, the brow bone above his eyes swelling. Duncan's hand traced across Marco's chest, his fingernails darkening to a dark brown as they stretched out into sharp points that made Marco shiver.

"I'm not a werewolf anymore..." Marco whispered. Udo smiled softly.

"Do we really have to go over this again?" he asked, climbing onto the bed, unfastening Marco's belt and extracting it with a skill that made the leather whine and snap before he tossed it away. Marco grinned a bit, impressed at the feat. Udo shifted his focus to unbuttoning and unzipping Marco's pants, looking up to meet his gaze, "You are our leader, you are our love, you are our hero. It doesn't matter what you are... You are ours." Udo said.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Duncan whispered, baring his fangs before he leaned in, licking and slurping at Marco's pec, teasing the nipple. Marco groaned, leaning back, gasping and panting. He reached up to sink his fingers into Duncan's wavy auburn hair. Yom licked his lips with an unusually long tongue before he joined Duncan, accosting the other nipple. Marco groaned even louder, panting hard before he felt another weight coming down somewhere between the two heads working his chest.

Fletcher huffed a bit, trying to maneuver himself. It had never been the easiest before, and with Duncan in the puppy pile it was even harder to contend with, but he knew they'd make it work. They always did. He shrugged off his t-shirt and then the long sleeve shirt underneath, having already discarded his pants before climbing up. Duncan grunted a bit as Fletcher bumped his head but was undeterred. Fletcher came down until he was face to face with Marco. Fletcher smiled and kissed Marco's bearded chin, then his lips, then his nose before looking back into his eyes.

"Do you remember how strict you were about keeping me safe and still letting me play when I was a human? You knew I had to take part, but you did what you could to make sure I was okay. That's why you're a good Alpha." Fletcher said. Marco exhaled a bit.

"Maybe... doing this will give it back to me?" Marco asked. Fletcher looked a bit concerned at that and leaned to kiss Marco's forehead.

"Even if it doesn't, you're still one of us... It's just a new part of the adventure, not an end to the old one." Fletcher said. Marco smiled at that.

"And this can still be my sanctuary." Marco said before he leaned up and kissed Fletcher, their lips working against one another once more. They all had their skills, their abilities, their strengths and their likes. Marco shivered as he felt someone rooting around as his underwear was withdrawn, his cinnamon toned cock springing upwards, already full and hard from all the attention. Udo nuzzled and rubbed his lips against the base, sliding his way up before a rough, large tongue began to slather across the plump, fat head. Udo growled, sending vibrations down Marco's length, making him shiver.

The bed had become a tangle of masculinity, arms and legs and lips everywhere... But Marco knew he had to do his part. He slid a hand down, reaching as far as he could, coaxing Yom to arch his back a little and bring his hips up, and as he did, he found his target. Yom's meat brushed the palm of his hand like a hot iron. Marco coiled his fingers around it, at least as far around it as he could, giving it a good squeeze and then a stroke, sliding it up and down, faster and harder. Yom grunted and bit Marco's nipple, growling more, panting. He started to thrust his hips, getting into it more and more.

Marco felt his hand warming up as the cock got hotter and hotter. More and more blood rushed into the shaft, forcing it to grow in width and length. The rounded tip began to strain and stretch, taking on a new shape, an animalistic shape, warping into a point as the urethra spread. Marco nearly drooled into his kiss with Fletcher, knowing what a mighty tool Artyom had, but he was far from alone. Marco slid his other hand down under Duncan, navigating past his nipples, his belly button, reaching. He hadn't been as well trained as Yom, but as he felt the scratches to the base of his stomach, he got the idea.

Soon Marco was rewarded with a second cock, filling his left hand. It wasn't quite as natural, but he wanted to make it work. His fingers tightened and worked, stroking Duncan up and down, feeling him get into it as well. The two hairiest wolves were a bit awkward at first, but they started to fall into a tempo with one another, hips jutting forward and falling back, working their meat in and out of Marco's hand. Beads of sweat crossed Duncan's brow as it swelled outward, the bones orbiting his eyes pronounced, his pointed ears covering over with fur as his beard got bushier and fuller.

Marco shuddered, thinking of how devoted they were to him as his Betas... Yom had thrown his entire life off course to woo and win him, becoming a dangerous threat before finding the true path and becoming a fierce defender. Duncan had wanted so badly to be part of Marco's pack and had been experimented on, becoming an amazing monster until Marco brought him back. It scared Marco how either of them could have gone out of control, but it reassured him that his influence had brought them back... They were powerhouses, they were fierce and loyal... and they were balanced by the other loves of his life.

"Oh fuck yes..." Marco moaned, arching backwards as Udo took his cock into his slick, silky mouth. Udo's blond hair fell over his face like a curtain as he sucked and slurped, working around the base and bobbing up and down. Udo moaned, loving Marco's flavor even if it had changed a bit. He used his hands to massage his Alpha's balls, his thighs, his legs, trying to give him a full body treat. Marco felt unworthy of all the attention, but he wasn't going to say no. It was heaven, it was exquisite, and he knew with Udo it was full of love.

Udo had been strong, strong enough to shy away from the campus pack when it wasn't doing right by its members. Marco had been offended by how Udo had been treated and had sworn to do better by him, and it had worked. Udo and Marco connected on an emotional level that was deep and sincere. They got each other, they were on the same wavelength, and Marco knew that whatever he was feeling, Udo got it. He also was probably the best at blow jobs out of the whole pack... Marco wanted to massage his head, to give back, but his arms were pinned beneath the pillars of muscle that had taken their licking of his nipples to the extreme, sucking and biting, tugging and twisting, mixing pain and pleasure until Marco's nips were swollen and stinging but in all the right ways.

Marco's eyes flashed open, no longer able to change color or shift hue, but they were still windows to the soul. He looked at Fletcher with admiration, love, longing and desire. Fletcher smiled back, loving Marco's eyes, loving him. He almost felt jealous of the fantasy Marco had lived where they'd gotten together even sooner, fallen in love and been gay roommates... but reality was just as exciting. Marco had unveiled himself as a werewolf, they had fallen in love, and when Marco said boyfriend, he knew it meant him, his first true love.

Fletcher knew Marco was generous and caring, opening his heart beyond all others... But he was vulnerable too, both to himself and to the world. Fletcher wanted to take care of him, to guard him from danger... and that had been even before he'd been touched by the komainu spirit. Fletcher leaned in to kiss Marco, but Marco shook his head, surprising Fletcher. One eyebrow arched up in confusion, forcing Marco to grin and lick his lips.

"I love your kisses, but I want your cock Fletch." Marco whispered. Fletcher murmured in delight at that, feeling his heart race. He carefully slid up on the bed higher, getting past Yom and Duncan's head, rearing his hips forward. His cock was already fat and hard, wobbling above plump balls, ringed by the well-groomed forest of brown hair. Fletcher reached down and gave himself a few pumps, working it to be even harder. Marco eyed his prize like a hungry predator, appreciating his boyfriend's package.

Even Fletcher had been forced to adjust a bit, realizing that his new status as a foo dog came with slight changes to his anatomy. Like the others, he could develop pointed ears and hair in new places, claws and even a tail... but there were traits that were decidedly feline. He had sported saber-toothed tusks a few times, and his cock... had a tendency to get a bit wild. Rayne looked down at Marco's hungry maw, his mouth spread wide, framed by his bushy black beard. It looked so inviting...

"You're sure?" Fletcher asked. Marco nodded.

"Give it to me Rayne." Marco said. Fletcher didn't want to disobey. He slid forward and Marco moved to intercept, welcoming in his roommate's long, thick cock. Fletcher slid in inch after inch before grabbing onto the two wooden supports rising up from the ends of the beds they pushed together. Fletcher shuddered as he felt Marco's tongue slathering and wrapping around his cock, and then felt him going deeper, sliding his head back and forth until the cock brushed the back of his throat.

Fletcher clenched his eyes shut, moaning, trying to resist but failing. His hips started to slide forward and back, pistoning in and out. Marco still had a few tricks up his sleeve and managed to nudge Fletcher until he raised his hind quarters enough to change the angle of attack, and then Marco went for it. Fletcher's cock brushed the back of Marco's mouth and started to slide into his throat. Fletcher threw his head back and gasped, his honey colored eyes taking on a decidedly orange tinge as hair burst from his cheeks, forming thick sideburns as his ears pushed into points.

The fingers gripping the supports gripped tighter, his fingernails turning from brown to black, pushing out of his fingers as long, sharp feline claws. Fletcher growled hard, his upper lip pushing out a bit as two of his teeth began to elongate and stretch, descending downward, forming tusks. He snarled and moaned, fur spreading across the fat balls resting on Marco's bearded chin. Fletcher's toes wriggled as they gained claws as well, unable to keep the beast back.

A not-so-subtle fog began to build across the dorm window behind the blinds as the air got so hot and humid, the cinderblock walls barely containing the grunts and groans and growls of the pack. Marco had successfully coaxed the beast out of each and every one of them. Pointed ears, claws, patches of fur, fangs and tusks... They were his beautiful beasts, his pack, his family. Marco was pinned to the bed, but his hands were working fat werewolf cocks, each a foot long and furiously red. His knuckles brushed swollen knots of flesh beneath, showing just how close they were.

At the same time, it was hard to breathe as Marco took in Fletcher's feline phallus, feeling it grow rougher and tougher, the head grazing and clinging to his throat. It was a bit harder to manage, but he still managed it. And then there was Udo, frantic and greedy and hungry, working his cock... It was a lot, more than any human could bare, and without the supernatural to support his libido, he was the first to go.

Udo's tempo hesitated as he felt the first splashes of salty, musky seed. He grabbed onto Marco's hips and bore down, getting as deep as he could, gulping and swallowing at it. The pleasure of the orgasm made Marco writhe and tighten, his fingers gripping the hot rods on either side, his throat undulating with need. Duncan gasped, breaking from Marco's chest, moaned and then threw his head back to howl as he came... and came... and came.

A silky wet heat began to blossom from Marco's left side, feeling sheets of werewolf spooge rolling down the sheets, soaking his hip and running down across his ass, but Duncan was still cumming. Hearing the howl, Fletcher moaned as well, his back arching, his claws digging in as he shook and came, sending his bounty down Marco's throat. Sensing so many orgasms around him, Yom came next. Instead of Duncan's successive volley's, Yom's orgasm came in one powerful ceaseless stream, his huge cock showering their bed with his essence.

While they would have all preferred to stay in tempo with one another, it was impossible. Some finished sooner than others. Fletcher slowly pulled back from Marco's mouth, leaving a trail of pearly white cum down the center of his beard like a stripe of courage. He climbed off and collapsed onto the bed next to them all, his heart racing. Yom licked his lips, seeing the opening. He grabbed onto his canine cock and hoisted it up, spraying down Marco's stomach, then his chest, then his beard.

Marco opened his mouth and caught the last few spasms of his lover's seed in his mouth, gulping it down. Yom was so lewd, so dirty, so potent, it was impossible not to love. Marco gave one last gasp, feeling Udo slide off of his cock and climb up his body, moving until they were chest to chest and cock to cock. With a self-assured grin, Udo exhaled slowly, cumming onto Marco as well, grinding their groins together, lubricated by his semen. Marco looked at Udo, at Yom, at Duncan... He felt Fletcher by his side... There were no words to describe it. He was loved, he was safe, he had his family. It was impossible not to believe that things were going to work out okay as long as they stayed together.