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Part 3 of Alexander's Accounts, continuing from yet another night spent with a now-homeless Artemis.

I woke up deep in Artemis's grasp again. This time, i was facing him. He held me close. I loved the proximity, the tingles, the feeling.

I tried to bring my arm up to read my watch face. 09:43. I didn't want to leave, especially after having established that we were both fine with pleasuring each other even if the other was unconscious. No, i sat here and enjoyed the feeling.

Bringing my arm graced past his nipple with the band. He let out a puff of air onto my hair and a little groan.

I felt a boner rise from between his legs. Morning wood. Well, hello!

He pulled me closer. “Are you horny, too?”, he asked.

“Yeah”, i said.

“Go down there and release my cum. I've been craving release.”

I pulled myself down the bed, my consent. The footpost of the bed blocked my feet as they moved towards it.

I could smell Artemis's new musk. I gripped his sides to find my way and eventually made contact with the almost-soft fabric of his baggy boxers. From there protruded a hard rod. I gripped it with my hand to feel its form, its shape. He took in a sharp in-breath as i gently pulled it from side to side.

I pulled on the fabric of his boxers, trying to clear the way for his dick. It was difficult, but he eventually raised his pelvis a little, allowing me the freedom to pull the fabric down.

His dick was also pulled down and almost unimpeded by the blanket, bounced back onto my chin. The musk entered my nose. The smell was manly, erotic, dominant.

One large palm of his found its way to my head, the fingers gently moving themselves into the hair. It sent tingles right to my brain to feel my movements controlled by this man.

I pulled back to allow the tip to make contact with my lips. The musk was almost overwhelming with how it drifted placidly into my nose. It was the only smell here and it was only increasing in intensity. I was stuck under the blanket, held by his hands, being kept where the musk was strongest.

I let my tongue out to touch the member. A salty, slightly bitter taste was sitting there for me, eagerly edging me on. It was like a good wine, a good coffee, a “bad” taste making it all the more better for me.

I let myself tease the tip, trying to understand the taste, trying to acquaint myself with it, trying to acquire it. The bitterness hiding within faded as the pleasure of realising his precum was dribbling into my mouth took over.

His hand holding my hair got tenser as he let pleasure wash over him. He pushed my lips onto his cock, pushing my mostly-loose lower jaw down to accommodate the full length.

I sucked gently, careful to massage his member with my tongue. He moaned a little more. His hand got a little tighter as it began pushing me with passion

Oh, how i wanted to be on that dick forever. He kept me there, using his hand to control how much of it i held in my mouth. His hips, naturally, began moving to help compliment the hand in his hedonistic movements. His tip was getting close to the back of my mouth, holding me captive. I still had my gag reflex but i managed to somehow suppress it.

He kept going deeper. finding ways to tickle the back of my throat as my nose made contact with his pubic hair, thicker and curlier then the rest of his hair, harboring its own special musk. I fell in love with it the moment it hit my nostrils. It felt right to enjoy this, feeling like it was what my sexual self was made for. I loved werewolves more then humans, i'll admit.

So, i continued sucking, deep and methodically. I used my tongue to bring him stimulation and i knew i was doing it right as every passing second involved him getting tenser and tenser, forcefuller and forcefuller, deeper in the moans he let out. He was becoming as much of a sex-driven animal as i was.

And suddenly with a twitch and a pull slightly too hard, he came inside me mouth. The cum was more of the tip's taste with a special semibitter twang. I pulled back and licked the tip clean, to prepare it for my impending departure. Artemis then pulled me out all the way and pulled me back up to him.

And we kissed, then spooned, some more of the morning.

I left the room and Alexander followed close by.

I stretched my arms. “So, you have no job anymore…”

“Yeah… i guess i'll just go for a walk", he said. “Eh.”

I got to the kitchen and i began preparing the breakfast options. Yet another almost-oversized batch to cook. Today,'s breakfast was sushi, and werewolves couldn't quite make the smaller ones. It was my responsibility, too, that i had suggested the idea when we were expanding the menu. It gave me the justification to get the chopsticks as a “business expense”.

Don't ask me why the werewolves think sushi make good breakfast food nor how i managed to convince the head cook that, yes, custom-made stainless steel weapon-chopsticks would be a good way to spend his money.

And i began with the seaweed and the mat, starting on a long and boring process.

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Back at the dining area, having finished breakfast at separate times.

"I was watching you", said Artemis. “2 hours without any breaks?!”

“Yeah, i guess…”, i said.

He sighed. “You're supposed to be allowed 15 minutes of break every hour and an hour every four hours. Basic worker's rights!"

I leaned back. “Ehhhh, i do batches mainly. Surely it's different, right?”

He leaned forwards, towards me. “Not so. Pace yourself for crap's sake.”

I shrugged. “The head chef is against ‘lazy chefs' anyways, so i can't take breaks.”

“You don't care enough for yourself then”

“Ehhh, it's comfy in my larder. Don't want to lose it.”

But was i comfy here? I'd been hiding my feelings from myself, i guess. A tiny metal box in the back of a restaurant which violated the local labour laws.

"You need to learn that your rights are legally protected and if he fired you for asking for them, he's in the wrong", he said.

“And do they really let humans these rights?” i sat up quizzically. “De facto, of course.”

“Er… it's worth a try.”

We glanced at each other. I had no counterargument-

“Let's just find you a job for now", I said unfolding the jobs page. “Ah, look, someone wants a handyman for their nursing home”

“Eh, I'd rather work with my brain more”, he said.

“So why not take one of these writing jobs?”

“Hmm?”

“Look, bilingual writers for promotional materials.”

He slumped back. “I don't like writing with fake enthusiasm.”

“It's a job; you just need to get money. At least you have choice”

"Ok, maybe then.”

We both reclined and began looking out onto the street. Nothing of interest was happening out there, so after a short while, i turned to look back at Artemis's face.

Hair carpeted it. His eyes were staring out onto the street, tracking little movements. The outside light caught him and cast flattering shadows into the interesting curves of his anatomy. His face had a fundamentally different structure from humans, derived from the almost-complete humanisation of the lupine skull rather then the inverse. It showed quite clearly.

It was merely one of the thousand permutations of Agent Yellow, but the one which Prachet-Irving chose for his… "benefit". I almost dry-retched a little.

It was a disgusting story i regret having taught myself. Was i continuing the abusive legacy of the humans? Was i taking a werewolf as victim of my own selfish gain?

Sure, he'd left an abusive job and still had a place to sleep, but if anything, it was only done for my own benefit. I wanted to sleep with a werewolf ever since i first heard of this realm, no, long before that, and i had found a way to make sure that i could do it again and again. That involved, i guess, encouraging him to leave and stay with me. So, he slept with me in my room because he had nowhere to live.

I was forcing him to sleep with me and to continue doing it for my benefit. What did he stand to gain from being in a cramped bed with a sweaty human? As much as nothing.

And we had sex just this morning. Sex that i made possible by forcing his hand. I took a time when hormones would be high and used it to my own advantage. I'm disgusting.

Was i abusing my best friend here? Was i driving us to a living hell? I've forced him into a cramped room with me in my workplace, under the whim of the head chef, who turns out to be lowkey abusing me…! I've done so many wrong decisions but this is taking the boat. Another person is suffering for my actions. A person, too, not simply a werewolf. He had a human mind and a human intelligence. Did his body really make him that different? I'm a human rights abuser. I'm absolutely horrific, possibly a pervert.

I can now look back at my job and see red flags. Batch production was a way of forcing me to meet a quota or violate my own rights. The head chef liked to use his largeness to keep me conformant, knowing that in a fight he'd win. And he knew that he could easily escalate any verbal disagreement.

Artemis turned to look at me. My eyes must have revealed something to him because he asked “What's wrong?”

“Nothing”, i lied.

But it wasn't nothing, was it? The person directly in front of me is probably suffering because of me. I'm killing them for my own pleasure, in a way.

“Take the job”, i said, surprising myself with the amount of imperativity i put in. “Just take it and get some savings, so you don't have to live with me, like, please.”

He thought for a second. “Are you telling me to get out of your house? I thought we liked each other…? ”

“Yes… Well, but… it's different”. I tensed up realising what he thought i was implying. “I was thinking about Prachet-Irving… and i realised why y'all hated humans”

“Well, er, no… i don't really… hate you”, he said. “It's just tha-”

I interrupted to avoid a roundabout explanation. Let me finish mine! "And then i realised i'm just as abusive as him. You're homeless now because of me, for example.”

He fell silent for a good second.

“I chose to go homeless.”, he stated with finality. “I hated that place.”

“Yeah, but i-”

“Look; i have the power here and i'll choose what i do with my life. If i choose to say yes to your offer, then so be it.", he said. “And it will be it. Stop overthinking it.”

“So you're saying that you also wanted to have the…” i lowered my voice. “sex…?”

Exasperated, he stated “Yes, i went through precisely because you had only a single bed.”

Oh. Where was the “stop using me” and the “i'm not your sex partner” speech?

“Nobody in the werewolf world is as horrific as Prachet-Irving. He made us so that we'd have sex with him and then when that failed he ran away. Coward. You are not Prachet-Irving. Stop comparing yourself to that fucking bastard!”

“But i still used you for my own pleasure. You didn't even fully consent!”

“I did consent! Like, i knew just how…. active i got during my wet dreams. And i knew you'd enjoy it. I did it for you!”

“And that's why you decided to sleep with me.”

“And why i made sure i'd be able to keep doing it.”

“Oh… So you'd admit you're sexually attracted to me…?”

He leaned back. A lecherous gaze flashed onto his face as a thought interrupted his internal monologue before he wiped it and put on a gentle smile. “Yeah.”

“Ah… ok…, i guess me too, then.”

“Yep.”

We went back to looking out of the window reeling from a slightly-awkward encounter. Luckily, the silence wasn't awkward but contemplative. Silence is only awkward when you decide it is such. I decided it wouldn't be.

Artemis needs a job, i thought. It's simply not fair for the either of us; if i remained the only one working, he'd be stuck here with me for support as i struggle to help supply his finances. If he breaks away and lives independently, we'll all be worse off.

I've realised i vibe with Artemis in a way others, werewolf or otherwise, simply don't. He loves the ancient Greeks, for example. Hardly anyone here cares for Earth things.

He turned back to look at the paper. “Maybe i should take that writing job…”

“Yeah, and then you can go network and land a better job.”

“yeah”, with a sigh.

But what could we do? I had no idea how jobs worked in the werewolf country. I hadn't much idea how they worked on earth, either.

“Maybe you should go sign up, like now.”

“Yeah…” he said.

He stood up to leave. He hadn't much to do otherwise.

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My dinnertime batch was finished and would only need to be put in the oven for each order. I pushed past the double-doors.

At the table sat Artemis yet again looking out of the window, lost in what seemed to be deep thought.

As such, i sat opposite of him yet again.

“Did you get the job?”, i asked.

“They say they'll think about it.”

I breathed a little sigh of relief, releasing a tad of a held-back breath. “Nice!”

We paused, thinking about where to steer the conversation. A metaphorical light appeared on the bridge of Artemis's nose. He'd found something fun to talk about.

"Have you heard of the true vigilantes?”

“Hmm?”

“They want to make south city werewolf-only again and they've expanded their recruiting efforts.”

The light radiating from my face and showing itself in an easy smile collapsed into a more serious expression. “Am i in danger?”

He took a second, had a little sigh. “Don't ever go onto or even in view of the street, please. They're armed and they will kill on sight.”

“Isn't it illegal?”

“Not that the south cares. They even encourage it.”

My heart dropped. I had come here knowing the government was against us, but those who took me told me i wouldn't be killed where i'd be living, just so long as i stayed within the district.

That basic promise was what let me decide to move here, to live here, to rebuild a life here. It was a perfect life, too.

I still remember being in the hospital bed after the accident on the overbusy British motorways, staring at the ceiling. I was bored out of my mind, but that goes without saying. Discharged next morning, i had hoped. Not that the world i was going back to woud be that nice to come back to.

It was no surprise then, that when i deceived the little thief into entering my room and asked him what he was about, i decided to live here instead.

Oh, how i wanted to live in his world!

And i was here now. And i was facing this problem, head-on. “What do i do?”, i asked.

“Stay here and i'll find something.”

That wouldn't be a good idea with how things are. “And my workplace is abusive, right?”

"Damn, yeah… just hold together… .”

“I think we need to move quick.”

"Yeah... Maybe we should find somewhere for you after i get this job."

"I've worked here for years, I'm sure i can last another few weeks whilst you get your job"

"We should go to bed, i think."

I checked my watch. Indeed, it was time.

Artemis and i, walked into the kitchen.

“And what do you think you're doing?!” asked the head chef who turned to us wearing a glare. “Not even any scrubs on the either of you!”

He must have been staying up even well past dinner for something. Was it for us?

“Well, i kind of er… live here… .”, i replied.

“Ok, well, you're excusable”, said the head cook. “But the big guy… stay out of my kitchen with your hair.”

“I live with Alexander”, replied Artemis. “I don't have a home.”

“That's your problem. Out of my kitchen”, said the head cook.

“I pay for my house and i invite Artemis”, i replied with a heedy dose of irritation. “It is my legal right to invite who i like to my accomodation.”

“Too bad my workplace is in the way of ‘your’ house", said the had cook with a bit of irritating snark.

“Then where do i sleep?” protested Artemis.

“On the chairs, you'll find a way.”

I crossed my arms and looked at how the two looked at each other. The head cook was about the same height as Artemis, perhaps just a centimetre shorter. Both glared at each other with a face suggesting something bordering on serious disagreement just below the skin, hidden by a mostly at-ease angry glare. Fuck this.

Do i really have a chance against the head cook?

"Bring me blankets, I'll sleep on a table", said Artemis. "I don't have a home and i won't just sleep on the street."

"My dining area isn't your bedroom" stated the head cook.

"He needs a place for the night", i protested. "Please, just let us through to the larder and you won't see him until the morning."

"Ok, just this once, i guess", said the head cook. "But you're not going to live with him here no longer."

Poor Artemis. "But h-"

"My decision is final. Shut up and take this chance.", said the head cook. "i never do well at night so you'd better get away."

We took the chance and walked at a good pace to the bedroom.

"I'll bring you the mentofruit", i said. "Please, just stay here."

"Fine."

And yet again we curled up in bed. I was the little spoon.

He slept first, pulled into his bicep. It was surprisingly comfortable, with the softness of a cushion in many parts, the hair adding a soft edge to the pillow.

I think I'm growing to love him, and i think i'm growing to loathe the brothel manager. Please, Artemis, find us a new place. I'm tired of these bleak walls and this tiny room.

Stay tuned for part 4, in which we explore more into the gang.

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Some notes:

• Alexander would have paid off the chopsticks centfold (one-hundred-fold :p look at me stealing from Latin and the Latin-derived languages yet again) with all the work he's been doing into Sushi. This is an example of the illogic he hasn't realised yet.

• Does Alexander come off as a little intolerable and stubborn in self-hating beliefs? If so, good, because i'm planning to have this character trait slowly change.

• My little “… .” punctuation is used to indicate hesitation which ends up ending like a normal sentence would.