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Part TWO: Confide

The wind howled and whistled past the windows, lowly rumbling against the darkened sky. It was getting more quiet as the evening progressed on, strange for a convention, but there might have been more enticing events going on. A low rumble and pulsating beat started up. “There it is. I was wondering when the music would start up!” Yutu looked at Brennan with a slight discomfort on his face. “You like that noise?” Brennan laughed nervously, “Oh no it’s obnoxious. And the crowds, well I enjoy the silence a bit more.” He entangled his fingers around the werewolf’s paw, toying with it sheepishly, heart speeding up a bit, and his throat feeling so dry. He felt like he couldn’t speak, sweating at the brow. This convention was supposed to be a liberating time, but he still had trouble letting go and enjoying himself. He felt shame for it, over the past ten years he could have been truly enjoying himself in his prime.

Yutu could see a saddening miasma of depression encompassing and choking out Brennan’s joy and soul. There was also a small little flame of passion, of arousal dimly lit, struggling to survive and be reignited. His eyes pierced further and deeper below the toxic clouds and saw something that saddened him more. Bruises and scars, the kind you only get from not fights, but self defense and years of abuse. Hand marks and fists across the face, chest, and groin. Fingers wrapped across the neck. Scratches across the face. Whip marks all across the back. Yutu reached forward towards Brennan, who flinched in a brief moment of fear. A small tear formed in his eyes. He stopped reaching towards him. “Sorry. I flinch a lot.” The werewolf looked at him with concern. “I would never hurt you love. I would never do to you things that have happened to you.” Brennan felt like his mind was being read and it frightened him. He didn’t want anyone to know of his past ordeals. “You are not weak, you are strong and brave. You must have fought some tremendous and horrific battles. Yet you are still here.” Yutu moved his arm again and started to wrap it around Brennan, resting along his shoulder. He leaned in and brushed his cheek. “I’m sorry, I’ve got so much going on and…” He stopped speaking, worried it would be a huge turn off. No one would want to listen to such a Debbie downer. “I’m all ears Brennan. Talk to me. You do look like you need to get something off your chest.” The werewolf moved in a bit closer. Brennan could feel the heat from his body, and it was comforting, arousing even.

Some more tears did start to roll down his face, and Yutu was quick to wipe them up. I’m not going anywhere right now. Brennan sniffled and began to unload. “You see Yutu, I flinch because, because I am so used to being struck. A hand reaches out to strike me for doing something wrong. At home I could never do anything right because there was always something wrong I did, or at least in the eyes of my dad. And it’s not just light discipline. It was full on violent strikes. He would throw me into walls so hard that there would be holes. He would punch me until I passed out. He’s broken my nose twice. He’s whipped me so hard with a belt that I bled. He has clawed at my face so close to my eyes. I would have a whole couch thrown at me, and my own toys shattered. He’s choked me until I passed out. So many days I would wake up in fear that it would be my last day to live.” Brennan wanted to go on but it was starting to cause so much distress in him to talk about it, as if he was reliving it again.

Yutu stopped him from talking, and leaned in with a soft tender kiss on the forehead, holding him close gently. He had no words, but felt only to comfort him. Brennan started to feel safer and more relaxed. More tears streamed down his face. The werewolf’s ears drooped more and he looked deep into the eyes, casting almost a comforting spell. “Both of my parents would never accept me for I am. Not only was I physically hurt, but the constant daily verbal threats made me lock up myself mentally. Everyday I have to pretend something I am not, and…and now I have done it so long, I’ve never gotten to enjoy being a gay man.” Yutu took Brennan closer, and held him against his fluffy chest. Brennan enjoyed it. “I’m so happy you are here Yutu. Thank the goddess for your costume, even the scents you’ve added to it are wonderfully intoxicating.”

The werewolf smiled more, happily letting the man enjoy his own personal musky smell by rubbing his face all over. It aroused him. “Brennan, I won’t do those things to you. You are such a lovely young man. I’m sorry you had to go through them. If it makes you feel better, I’ve had my own share of traumatic experiences too. My dad would drive nails through my hands and feet, cuff them and brand me with a hot iron rod. Even would flog me trying to drive out what he thought were demons possessing me. Old folk medicine is much different now but it took hold of him like a disease.”

Brennan rubbed his hand along Yutu’s paws feeling the scars and began inquiring more about Yutu and where he came from. “I’ve lived all across Europe, Scandanavia and Romania mainly. In the north I was called Splundari. In the forest I was called P?trunde. I came over to North America not too long afterwards and was given a more suitable name Magayuk. Sometime I was called Yutu, which obviously I go by now.”

“Wow you seem to have a much better backstory for your character than me.” Brennan chuckled, and rubbed his hands through Yutu’s thick fur. “But seriously, where are you from?” Yutu looked a bit puzzled, he was telling him everything, the truth, and realized Brennan hadn’t quite caught on yet, so he retold him in a way that was more understandable for the time being. “Well, I came to this country from Canada. I did spend several years in Alaska though!” Brennan’s eyes lit up. “Oh hey I’m from there!” Yutu grinned. “Oh maybe that’s another reason why I was so drawn to you.” He looked up as his tail was wagging. “You like camping?” “Oh absolutely. It’s so fun being all cozied up next to a fire with awesome people. I’d love to go again, and with people I am not related to. I think camping would be more fun with friends and not family. Family always seems to fight.” Yutu chuckles and kissed Brennan’s forehead. “I bet you’d love having a werewolf to keep you all warm. Snuggling up against him in the night, spooning and all? Not having to worry about nasty animals because he could protect you from harm?” Brennan blushed and bit his lip, then quickly tried to hide that face. “You would like that wouldn’t you.” Yutu leaned in and nibbled on Brennan’s ear, hugging him closer than before, running his arms slowly across his back.

“It would be nice to have some more personal alone time with you. Would you like that?” Brennan let out a soft moan of agreement as his nose was buried deep into his neckfur. “All of us could be out in the open, without cares in the world. Exposed, marinating in our own desires, wishes, and scents. We can be with each other in our most vulnerable state, and love each other.” Brennan became even more aroused. He didn’t even try to hide it. He felt so wined and dined by this man of a man. Oh god he couldn’t resist him anymore. He wanted to be with Yutu, and his heart started pounding. Yutu picked up on it immediately, and started to hone in on his aura. It had changed into a different color and energy, it was about to become an orgasmic cosmic explosion. He kissed Brennan so hard that it was pushing him into the sofa. His tongue slipped in, filling his throat, wriggling around, leaving his face wet, saliva dripping down his chin. Brennan got hard, and his pants showed it. Yutu let him catch his breath. He rumbled and licked his cheek. “Oh my god, you are such a good kisser.” The werewolf chuckled, enticing him more, staring deep into Brennan’s eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself. Would you like to do it more, say, in my room? More space and more privacy?” He nodded in agreement. “I’d love that Yutu.

With a strong swoop of his arms, Brennan was swept off his feet and carried in both arms. The muscles were bulging. Never before had someone actually carried him. “I’ve got a suite to myself. You’ll love it.” Both were locked in each other’s gaze that they never noticed everyone else staring at them, including Brennan’s friends shocked he had found someone before they did.

“Holy shit bitch he finally got himself something to feast on.” “Felix dear,” Aiden cackled back, “I think it will be that werebeast of a man feasting on his ass.” “It doesn’t matter who’s feasting on who. There will be so many delicious sinful activities going on. I’m proud of him.” “He might just get pregnant with that potent seed filled man. Ooof!” “Oh hush you!” They both cackled and pranced off to share the what they saw with the others.

The elevator dinged and Yutu fumbled his way down that hall to the suite, doing everything he could not to drop Brennan as they kissed each other. The door swung open and he tossed Brennan onto the bed, towering over him, flexing. Brennan’s eyes looked up and down him. Oh goddess he was beautiful. So sexy. Oh god he could only imagine what he looked like beneath.

“Oh don’t you want to take that suit off now? Would that make you more comfortable? I mean, you don’t have to. I still think you are sexy with it on.” Yutu chuckled again, exhaled and grabbed Brennan’s hand. He guided it down his chest, now becoming slightly damp with sweat, down to his groin bulging through his pants. He put his hand into them as he disrobed Brennan. Brennan felt something damp, slick and unusual. Yutu took off his pants to reveal his engorged sheathe, holding Brennan’s hands against his sweaty balls. The powerful aroma of masculine and musky odor filled the air. It penetrated Brennan’s mind and made him drunk. His eyes dilated in such a pleasurable sight. He laid him down on the bed and wrapped his arms underneath Brennan’s cold body and gazed into his eyes lovingly. In his deep comforting raspy voice he said, “It is not a suit my love. I am a werewolf. A real werewolf.”