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Man of His Dreams Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Vampgray

The sky was rich with shades of red, orange and gold... but there was something about it that wasn't quite like a sunset. It was bright too long, trapped in that moment, just past the edge of something - just past the edge of civilization. It shone through the metal fire escapes clinging to the burned out buildings, the remnants of the age of mankind.

One figure dropped down from an upper level, landing on one of the fire escapes. His golden blond hair caught the colors of the sky, his tanned skin seeming almost to carry a bit of the gold tone in it. He was lean and fit, his eyebrows darker than his flaxen hair. Caramel brown eyes peered out over the landscape while one hand slipped up, lightly rubbing the brownish black horn on his right temple.

"Jake, w... What are you doing?" The director called out across the stage. The fit figure turned, his lips pursed a little.

"I'm not sure it's sticking on there right, I feel like it's going to fall off." The actor replied. The director hesitated for a moment.

"If it falls off, let it... This isn't really a costume rehearsal. We need to work on blocking!" The director called out. Jake nodded and fell back into character. He moved with lithe and nimble movements, navigating around the fire escapes as if he weighed nothing. His grey tank top was too loose and too big, folding in a way that almost seemed like robes, and his pants were flared, darker at the tips, giving the illusion of something like hooves.

The play was still several weeks away, but there was something exciting about getting to see it come together. The set was spectacular, the costumes were pretty good, and it had a charming leading man - at least that's what Lucas thought as he sat in the center of the empty seats, though he was biased. Lucas was twenty five, his dark hair styled with a fade on the sides. His nice button up shirt and slacks gave a hint to his post grad lifestyle. He looked as if he was ready for opening night rather than watching the initial stages of production, but seeing Jake move around that stage made his heart flutter.

It was amazing just to see how much Jake's talents had grown since they had first met as undergrads. Participating in the plays was a requirement of a required class exposing students to fine arts, and while Lucas had toiled away at building set pieces, he'd been mystified by Jake playing Puck in 'Midsummer Night's Dream'. Jake had reclined on one of the tree branches Lucas had built, and the rest... was history.

Lucas smiled a bit more, thinking of it. Jake was always so magical on stage. Hell, he was magical everywhere. He was so charismatic, so interesting, so creative. Lucas, he felt like he was cut from a different cloth... Maybe white cotton. Comfortable, sure - he cooked and cleaned and pampered Lucas, but he felt plain, even boring. It had started coming to a head recently in bed. The fluttering in Lucas' stomach became the terrorized flapping of the butterflies in there. He almost looked green at the gills.

'I've been thinking a lot about our relationship...' Jake had said, terrifying Lucas to begin with. It had come up at dinner at their usual haunt. Lucas thought back to that night... Dark outside, a warm late summer rain outside. The restaurant had its creamy ambiance going with warm lights and dark wood finish, fake greenery rounding it out. Jake had been playing with his Chicken Marsala, rotating his fork around in it.

"Good things, I hope?" Lucas asked. Jake smiled a little wistfully.

"I was thinking about what it would take to get us to the next level." Jake clarified. Lucas felt some relief at that. At least Jake still wanted to go tot he next level, although apparently that would entail working toward a goal. Still, their relationship was wonderful and Lucas didn't want to risk it in the slightest.

"What do you have in mind?" Lucas asked. Jake smiled, slowly leaning back a bit in his seat, looking across the table into the dark eyes of his lover.

"I think we need to get more adventurous in bed." Jake said, "Try some new things, new positions, maybe go a little wild." he said. Lucas smiled, of course. He was glad to see his boyfriend happy, excited, engaged... though the words were still clicking around his head. That had been five days ago. Now here he was, sitting in the empty audience of his boyfriend's new play, and he wasn't entirely sure how to make good on what his boyfriend wanted.

A thump came as Jake dropped from the last level of the set to the stage floor and ran over, his bare feet padding across the wood. Lucas looked up at the movement and instinctively raised the large bottle of water that Jake had left there. Jake grinned and grabbed it, tipping it back. The water splashed across his tongue and a little dribbled down his chin. He exhaled happily before looking back at his boyfriend.

"Thanks! Those lights are going to get pretty hot, but I guess the ticket holders will feel inspired if I look warm up there during show time." Jake grinned.

"Real heat of hell type stuff?" Lucas asked. Jake grinned at that and nodded, reaching out to caress Lucas' perfect hair fondly.

"It's going to be a while though, so if you wanted to go do anything else, I'd totally get it. I really love that you came to see me work though." Jake smiled. Lucas opened his mouth to offer to stay anyway, but the butterflies in his stomach were swirling fast enough to make a tornado. They were clearly trying to go somewhere.

"You sure? I want to support you, babe." Lucas said, "But I think a walk could do me well, let me clear my head."

"Yeah! That sounds nice. Plus I promise I'll be way more glamorous when we get to rehearsals and stuff." Jake said. Lucas arched an eyebrow.

"I'll hold you to that." he said. Jake chuckled and leaned in, bracing his hands on the arm rests of Lucas' chair to give him a kiss. Lucas held it for a long moment before finally letting go. Jake turned and spirited himself back up to the stage, catching a bar and pulling himself upwards. His physical prowess was but one of many abilities that made him a perfect fit for the play.

The chaos of the butterflies in his stomach slowed down again, calming into a happy maelstrom of reflection as he admired his boyfriend... but Jake was right. Lucas knew he had to go for a walk. Maybe something would finally click and he'd make the breakthrough he needed to in order to help get their relationship to the next level.

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The evening air was a bit nippy, but after such a long and hot summer it was kind of nice just to be cold. Lucas carried his jacket over his arm, feeling the wind blast over his arms and shoulders, through his hair and across his stubble. He could hear the trees rustling and even the wind cutting across the brick walls of the buildings. It was the sort of evening that lent itself perfectly to contemplation. Lucas just wished he had something better to contemplate.

"More adventurous in bed..." he muttered out loud, content that no one was close enough to overhear him. Lucas kept repeating the words in his head. More adventurous, more adventurous... He knew what they meant, but at the same time he didn't. Sometimes they switched around places... They'd try a few different things, but Lucas felt like he was letting Jake down. Maybe he'd learn some other position, maybe he'd try that book from India about all the positions.

Lucas had been walking for some time, meandering and drifting. He'd glanced up every once in a while, but when he looked up again, he realized he as running out of street. The road he was going along intersected another sideways street in a T, and that was it. No more road... but at the corner on the left side was a shop that was still open despite the late hour. The front and far side had pretty impressive windows and light filtered through and around a variety of artifacts on display.

It was easy to make out a dream catcher near the door, and near it a mask... Lucas started to think it was a New Age store, but there was a vintage telescope too, and what looked like a Greek helmet. Was it a tourist place? Lucas looked both ways and crossed over to the side the shop was on, getting closer. Coin collection, crystals, vintage bottles of soda? It wasn't quite an antique store.

A jingle of bells rang as the door to the shop opened and a young man moved through the threshold, sweeping out a small amount of dust and leaves that had been tracked in. He had somewhat wavy blond hair coming down to his shoulders, cascading across them. The young man had on a yellow shirt and khaki pants, his feet bare but sporting some toe rings. Lucas froze where he was, but the man looked up, meeting eyes with him. He had intense, greenish hazel eyes. A soft smile crossed the young man's lips.

"I didn't expect anyone to be out here this late." he called out to Lucas. Lucas shifted a little, rubbing the back of his head.

"I guess I didn't expect anyone to be open this late." he commented. The young man chuckled some.

"Well, I guess I'm still open. Hard telling these days. Not many people manage to find my shop. I'm actually planning a moving sale." The shopkeeper replied.

"What kind of place is it, anyway?" Lucas asked, moving over. The young man leaned on his broom.

"It's a curio shop." he said, "Leo's curio shop, a place of mystical wonder and magical appeal." he grinned.

"And you're Leo?" Lucas asked. The shopkeeper nodded.

"Indeed I am." he said, "And you... you're on the hunt for something unique, right?"

"Something you might have in your shop?" Lucas asked, his voice a little lackluster. The shop keeper chuckled again.

"Hey, can't blame me for trying... but I do have a pretty wild variety of items." he shrugged. Lucas exhaled a bit. What was he doing, out here in the middle of the night, talking up some barefooted stranger? But with the wind blasting against his back, the otherwise empty street, the quiet night, and hours to go before Jake would be coming home?

"What do you have, exactly?" Lucas asked. Leo smiled and turned, setting his broom just inside the door before he glanced back.

"It's easier if I show you." Leo smiled before stepping through the threshold. Lucas hesitated before he followed after, stepping out of the street and through the door.

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The shop had a curious smell to it... Autumn; leaves and trees, wood, lots of wood. That part made sense. There were old desks and bureaus, trunks and cases, all made out of a variety of hard woods to stand the test of time. It was the smell of change, transition, something new. The words hung around Lucas, but this time it wasn't a weight about his neck - it was an opportunity.

"I'm thinking about moving to this city on an island off the coast, it sounds like it's going to be a pretty happening place." Leo explained, "But there's so much here. I'm hoping I can find good homes for some of the items before I go."

"Like what?" Lucas asked.

"Oh, you know, bits and bobbles... I have a lot of helmets." Leo smirked, "Tarnhelm, Huliðshjálmr, diadems. But for you... I think something smaller might do the trick."

"What trick?" Lucas asked, still suspicious. The blond man smiled and turned, leaning on a table, looking Lucas over.

"You're a good looking guy. Fit, one of those classy stubble beards, the hair's just right... but you're distracted, a little adrift." Leo said, "It's the sort of thing that makes me think you've already found love, but you're worried about keeping it." he said. Lucas went pale.

"You should have been a psychology major." Lucas said. Leo grinned.

"I know, I almost was. Just one statistics class short." Leo replied. Lucas swallowed a bit nervously, wrestling with himself before he looked up at the enigmatic shopkeeper.

"So if that really was what I was going through, what would you suggest?" Lucas asked. Leo smiled softly.

"Depends. How do you want to keep that love?" Leo asked. Lucas considered for a long moment, trying to sort out the butterflies in his stomach, to get them into a neat little row. Finally the words seemed to come to him.

"I want to be the man of his dreams." Lucas replied. Leo smiled softly.

"It's a noble sentiment to open one's self up to the dreams of another, to be at their whims. It's selfless, devoted, loyal. It's a very pure kind of love." Leo said before he pushed off the table and moved back toward the cash register and then over to the right, digging through a thicker collection of items.

Yellow paper lanterns shook back and forth as he rooted around before he finally emerged clutching a small pendant. In the center was a stone made of clear and blue rock marbled together, almost like water frozen mid-flow. It was held in place by a white gold lattice, coming to a tiny eye loop. Leo moved over behind the register and unlocked a drawer, pulling out a white gold chain. He threaded it through and hoisted it up.

"What is that?" Lucas asked in wonder, looking at the way the light played through the stone. Leo smiled a bit.

"If its previous owner can be believed, it is the pendant of Pelleas... An item whose wearer would be unfathomably loved." Leo said.

"What does that mean? What does it do?" Lucas asked. Leo swung the pendant back and forth a little, the weight of the stone just enough to give it a good arc.

"It wound up here because the results are unpredictable. What causes unfathomable love is different from person to person, so to invoke that, what it does to the wearer is different." Leo said. Lucas still looked a bit dubious.

"How do I know it's not just some pretty agate?" Lucas asked. Leo shrugged.

"You don't." he said, "But on the other hand, what do you have to lose? You love this person, you want to be the man of his dreams." Leo said. Lucas only realized then he had used the male pronoun when he told Leo before. He got pale again, but Leo didn't seem to mind. Leo held the stone up higher, "So what are the two outcomes? Either it works as advertised, a mysterious magical object with unexpected consequences... Or it has no magical abilities, but it acts to you as a totem, a reminder of what you want to do, to be. It could help you modify your own behavior to accomplish the same end." Leo said.

"You're a really good salesman." Lucas muttered. Leo smiled more.

"Now if I could just get more customers to find me!" Leo said. Lucas considered for a long moment.

"How much?" he asked. Leo ran his tongue over his canine teeth in thought.

"Two hundred now, and if it works to your heart's content, another two hundred." Leo said. Lucas' brows furrowed.

"That's a weird business model..." Lucas said. Leo chuckled louder.

"I'm kind of proud of my collection. Some things just keeping coming back. They haven't found the right home yet. But this? I'm pretty sure you're going to like it." Leo said. Lucas considered for another moment before he smiled a bit sheepishly.

"Do you take credit card?" he asked. Leo smiled even wider at that.

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Lucas felt the cool sheets against his back and the weight of the blanket across his mid-section. The bedroom was just a little too warm, though Jake liked it that way. Still, there was some peace for Lucas. He rested his eyes and listened to the muffled sound of cars in the distance, of garbage trucks going about their business, of street sweepers and the red eye planes streaking across the sky. It was a gentle, steady rumble of civilization even in the middle of the night.

Breath by breath, Lucas' lungs took in air more slowly. His heart became pacified, his thoughts became more fluid. His fingers swept back and forth across the smooth gilded crystal resting against his chest. He was too far asleep to notice it catch more moonlight than it should have, soon casting its own light beneath the sheets. It glowed only for a moment as it made its connection before it became translucent once more.

Lucas was deep asleep, his fluffy brown hair tousled, his stubbled cheek pressing into the pillow. He didn't hear when the front door opened and Jake returned home, after all their apartment was nice enough to have a hallway separating the bedroom area from the living area. Jake kicked off his shoes by the door, set his bag down by the couch and headed over to his desk. The blond young man cast an eye down the hall, making sure the bedroom door was shut before he turned on the computer.

The tower sputtered to life, blue and red light spilling out of the grill and the glass. Jake ran his fingers through his soft blond hair and rested his hand on the mouse, moving it around. As soon as the desktop was up he navigated to the browser, then a shortcut folder, then a folder in a folder, then a misnamed link. A page snapped up covered in paw prints. Jake could already feel his heart racing a little as he glanced one more time down the hallway, making sure Lucas was asleep.

There was little doubt that he was in love. Lucas was sweet and kind, caring, compassionate, invested - if anything, Jake felt a bit guilty he had verbalized his request for things to be more interesting... but that was the one area Lucas knew so little about him. Jake logged in and the main page of the furry site came up. Jake clicked on the updates tabbed and was greeted by a flurry of pictures and stories, all depicting a wide variety of his favorite things.

A quiver in his pants was met with his left hand while his right navigated through. He saw a very well illustrated picture of a nerd growing and stretching, gaining muscles. Jake began to grope himself as he studied the details, looking at the change. He clicked over to another piece depicting a young man gaining a surprise horse cock under the full moon. That was appealing too, Jake did consider himself to be a bit of a size queen... but it wasn't the final piece of the puzzle.

Jake clicked through a few more pictures before he stopped, a grin crossing his face. His favorite artist had posted. He opened the link and, even with a good connection, it took a second or two to load. The background was a meticulously detailed library with an amber yellow glow contrasting the dark and gloomy light outside, but in the midst of it a well meaning man had his head craned back, his shirt splitting open, his human features being subsumed by the qualities of a wolfman.

In a flash Jake's hand was wrapping around his shaft, fished out of his pants. His fingers slid up and down his length, squeezing and caressing, admiring and pleasuring. He even lifted his hips up, thrusting into the air, his eyes squeezed shut. Jake had always had a thing about wolfmen, it might have even been his first fetish. 'An American Werewolf in London', 'The Wolfman', 'Teen Wolf', all of it. He hunted down the movies and shows, no matter how bad or good they were. He studied it all frame by frame, watching that beast rip out.

He grunted more, looking at the picture, seeing the blend of human and animal, of claws and flesh, of facial hair and fur, of wildness. He longed for that experience, he craved it, he needed it. The idea of a true wolfman was his ultimate dream - and all that energy, all that longing, all of that lust was being captured and focused by the crystal in the other room resting on Lucas' chest. As he slept he stirred a bit more, slowly rolling over onto his stomach. His fingers dug into his pillow and he started to press into the bed, rotating his hips around.

Lucas murmured, drooling in his sleep as he started to hump and grind against the mattress. The keratin in his fingernails slowly started to get healthier, to gain luster, to grow tougher. His back arched a little, his shoulders expanding slowly as his biceps and triceps thickened a little. Even his lips curled, betraying sharper teeth. The changes ripping through Lucas were gaining speed and intensity, but the engine driving them was reaching its zenith. In the other room Jake gasped as he toppled over the edge.

A hiss and a moan escaped his lips as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum across his belly. He barely got his shirt up in time with his other hand, keeping it from getting stained. He shuddered, giving up every drop he had until there was no more to give. Jake closed the website, cleared his browser history and set the computer to hibernate before he stood up and stretched. The actor took a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up before he eased into the bedroom, casting his clothes to the side.

Jake lifted the covers on his side and slipped in, sliding over and cuddling up behind Lucas. He snuggled in and slid a hand over his ribs, a little surprised. It felt like Lucas had been working out a bit. There was certainly more to love, and love it Jake did. He nuzzled into Lucas' shoulder blades, sighing wistfully. Lucas murmured in pleasure, pressing back into his lover. Even with their disparate schedules, they still had time to feel that connection.

---

The next morning had come far too early for Lucas' liking. He'd gotten up, showered, made some boiled eggs and toast, and had headed off to school. It was a little different being a post graduate. I addition to his extended studies, he helped out with tutoring and assisted teaching from time to time. The hours were thankless, and they took away from Jake... but with one of them being the actor and the other being a student, it was essential that he do something to at least provide some kind of income.

Lucas parked his car and started walking across the campus, heading toward class. The dew on the grass was chilled, giving it a frosty sort of look. The leaves on the campus trees were changing. Only a few students meandered around, bundled up in thick sweatshirts and twin layers of pajama pants. Lucas could even smell the oatmeal the cafeteria was making for the day. In a way he was a little giddy that he still got to experience campus life. Most people graduated, and that was that... But here he was, still living the dream - at least his dream.

Lucas headed up the ramp and into Prescott hall. He took the elevator to the fourth floor and headed over to his classroom, unlocking the door. It was a smaller room. The ceiling angled down toward the widows, tallest by the dry erase board. The walls were covered with polished wood and the carpet was a dark tone, giving it almost the feeling of a lodge.

It was early enough that Lucas was able to set out his laptop and his papers, finishing up his grading. The minutes ticked by, the morning light increased, and eventually his students gathered. Lucas had eight students;; six boys and two girls. Since he wasn't an official professor or even a teacher, no masters, his actions served as a sort of study hall looking into deep reading skills. It was a supplementary course, but it seemed to help the students do better in most of their classes, and it spared using a professor on a more menial task.

Lucas greeted everyone and started handing out his papers. Sarah had earned yet another perfect score. He wasn't quite sure why she was taking the class. Deacon had a solid B. Elias, well, Lucas had to suggest he try finding a deeper meaning in the work... and Issac? Lucas looked down into those mischievous green eyes and nearly had to look away. The blond gazed up at Lucas with a grin and an expression that could likely launch at least a dozen ships. Issac clearly had another motive.

"How was your weekend, sir?" Issac asked. Lucas gave a curt smile. He knew, in some circles, he was considered a bit of a campus hottie. He had that stubble beard, the hair, everything underclassmen of a particular persuasion seemed to enjoy. In fact, it was some of that that had led Jake to him, but now... now was different. He wasn't a peer, he was an advisor.

"It was perfectly fine. How about you all? Did you manage to make it through your reading?" he asked.

"I had a bit of trouble. Keats is... so Keatien." Kimberly sighed. Issac leaned forward on his desk, still looking at Lucas.

"Do you like old poets, sir?" Issac asked, though the way he asked it seemed to have other connotations. Lucas had to suppress a blush.

"I think it can take some work to dig through the layers when it comes to poets of that era. As we've seen, there's quite a range. Some leave it open to interpretation, others are trying to get a specific point across, and still others are non-descript - it's literally the least descriptive you can possibly be; there's no description." Lucas smiled, "Thankfully with Keats, we know he's trying to use natural imagery to enhance extreme emotion about life." Issac opened his mouth to say something else and Lucas felt as though he didn't want to press his luck. He moved to his desk, "Why don't we turn to 'On First Looking into Chapman's Homer' and read ahead a bit, get a taste for one author reflecting on another, reflecting on another." Lucas said.

The students settled down and got to work as Lucas took his chair. He glanced at his watch and checked the time, smiling a bit to himself. No doubt Jake was finally getting up and starting his day. He wondered what he was having for breakfast, what he was thinking. He smiled softly, though he had to shift a little bit. His chest was itching a little. When changing position didn't work, Lucas reached up to scratch at his chest through his shirt. As he did, his fingernail caught in the fabric and snagged it.

Lucas shifted a little and tried to get his finger free. When he did, he popped a button loose and his collar opened up. Lucas looked up in embarrassment and met eyes with Issac who was smiling at him again. Lucas looked back down at his book. He was going to have to figure out the solution to more than one problem it seemed... and then Lucas felt a hot flush wash over his body, starting in his chest, creeping down to his loins where blood started to gush and shift and flow into his member.

With no shortage of embarrassment, Lucas felt himself getting hard. Surely it had nothing to do with Issac. No, the feeling felt oddly remote, detached, as if it wasn't even coming from himself. The flush had also distracted, all be it briefly, from the tingling. Lucas reached back to his collar and felt an odd tuft of hair that hadn't been there before. He brushed his finger through it and nearly cut himself with his fingernail.

Worried eyes went from his chest to his hand... a hand with sharp nails and stubble protruding from the back of his palms and knuckles. Hesitantly, and carefully, Lucas reached up to feel his cheek. What should have been carefully cultivated stubble was getting soft, the ends long enough to blunt. Lucas fished his phone out of his pocket, slipped it onto his desk and turned on the self facing camera.

Being startled by the image was supposed to be natural, but Lucas nearly yelped as he looked at himself. His eyebrows were thicker, his hair was a little longer, his stubble was thickening up... and his nose even seemed a little darker on the tip. Something was happening. He didn't know what, but he could feel it and see it. He took a deep breath and shoved his phone back into his pocket, sliding his things back into his bag before he stood up.

"My apologies, class. I'm not feeling well. Class is canceled for the day. The readings will be due on Friday." he said before he all but bolted for the door. He could already hear Issac calling after him, but he reached for the elevator door... but the thought of being confined in that enclosed space? Lucas pivoted and moved for the seldom used stairwell. He made it through the door and down the stairs two at a time.

Each breath felt more difficult, his shirt getting tighter and tighter. He felt hot all over - with the exception of something cool between his thickening pectorals. Another button popped off, then another, showing his hairy collarbone and accentuated chest, the meaty hunks rounding and bulking out. His nipples were as hard as diamonds. Lucas reached down and his fingers wrapped around the crystal necklace as he brought it up, still spiraling down floor by floor.

"It can't be..." Lucas muttered, reaching the bottom. His hands hit the bar and he sprung out the side of the building into the cold air. His breath blasted like a steam vent, his skin was glistening. He looked around before he groaned suddenly, his pants tightening. His semi-hard member was stretching out slowly, inch by inch. It thickened, it lengthened, it curved around, trying to find room in his underwear... and his ass cheeks, they were aching they were so hard as they firmed and toned.

Lucas grunted again and turned, starting to head toward his car. Each step felt more awkward than the last, his shoes getting tighter and tighter. He shuddered, panted, moaned and then howled as small black claws pierced through the leather tips of the shoes. He gasped, his fingernails extending out to match, patches of fur covering the back of his hands. He was moving at a quick pace, but his burning ears were already pushing into points.

The discomfort was palpable, but there was something underneath foreign and amazing to it. The changes were... pleasurable, exciting, even invigorating. Lucas blushed as he realized that, but in a strange way it took him back to what Jake was always saying. Trying something different was exciting, it was exhilarating, it was a way to live. Lucas was scared, but he truly felt alive.

Each bound across the campus took him further, his speed increasing. He looked both ways, even listened for footsteps, making it to his car. He hastily threw his bag into the passenger seat as he slipped in and started the engine. No doubt Issac would be hot on his heels, maybe even the other students. The engine sputtered to life and Lucas pulled away from the campus. His heart was racing, his cock was throbbing, and life had never been quite so interesting.

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If teaching class had been distracting with subtle physiological changes, driving had turned out to be nearly impossible. Lucas was doing his best to hold it together, but his claws were cutting into the steering wheel and his pants were not only tented, but they looked ready to burst. He was panting hard as he drove, grunting and groaning. His shoes were shredding, and worse, they were growing. As they got bigger, it was getting harder to regulate the speed of the car. He hissed, he moaned, he panted.... and then he came. Lucas barely stopped the car in time for a red light as his cock spontaneously erupted with his jism, staining the crotch of his pants, flooding his lap in warm, musky seed.

He panted hard, lungs heaving up and down as he tried to recover. He only closed his eyes for a moment, not wanting to miss the green light. When he opened them again.. his hands looked normal. His feet had settled. That intense burning, that heat blossoming in his chest... Lucas was so shocked, he jumped when the car behind him honked. The light had turned green. He modestly started forward through the intersection, resuming his journey home. He swallowed a little, trying to process it all.

Whatever changes had started had ebbed back again, though there were still signs... The steering wheel was damaged, his clothes were awkwardly stretched and... he was still bigger than before. His feet were heavier, his chest bigger, his hair messier. Lucas glanced in the mirror again, looking at how wild his hair was. It was oddly... appealing like that. Eventually Lucas elected to use the side streets in case anything else happened out of the ordinary. He meandered his way home and pulled into the parking area.

With the engine shut off, he could hear the clicking and tapping of it cooling down. It was still a brisk cold outside. The windows were frosted, the grass was frosted. Lucas took a few more breaths before he got out of the car and then, realizing his lap was still wet, grabbed his briefcase to cover it up. He made the walk inside and up the stairs, heading to his apartment. He'd never unlocked the door so fast in his life, but once he was in, it still wasn't over.

"Jake?" he called out, looking around. He advanced further, peeking at the kitchen area. Dishes in the sink, no thermos. He'd already left for the theater. Jake's computer was still in the process of shutting down, the fans still spinning until finally they came to a stop. Lucas realized he must have just missed him.

"Is that good or bad?" Lucas muttered to himself as he set his briefcase on the desk. The changes were confusing and scary, and while it would have been nice to have Jake's support, it also would have been good not to scare him with everything. Lucas took a few more breaths before he made his way tot he bathroom and eased the door open. He could still smell Jake's after shave in there. He smiled a bit, slipping off his shirt and, uncharacteristically, dropping it to the floor. His wet pants came next, then his underwear, all coming down in a heap on shoes that Lucas had to wriggle out of. He discarded his socks last in the messy pile... then he looked at it.

He was normally a very neat individual, folding even his dirty clothes... leaving them like that, his cum would get over even more of the clothes... maybe even his shoes. A smile flashed at his lips. Good... let his seed get over everything. He was the male, he was the wolf, this was his territory, his musk. Blood started rushing into Lucas' groin again. He reached down and wrapped a hand around his stiffening cock and started to stroke it back and forth, squeezing hard to add pressure.

Last time, he hadn't made himself cum. He had just been a passenger. This time it was going to be him... Lucas snarled softly, throwing his head back. His messy, longer hair tickled the back of his neck. His breath went in and out, his heart rate beating faster, his toes curling and uncurling before the changes, the strange changes, came sweeping back. The crystal hanging from his neck started to glow brightly as he added a second hand to his cock, thrusting into it faster and harder.

Hair began pushing out of Lucas' cheeks, the stubble he always had becoming thick, robust, dramatic. It pushed out thicker and longer as his perfectly quaffed hair got bushier, thicker, taller. He snarled more and more and the glowing crystal lifted up off his chest as patches of hair began pushing out from his pectorals. He thrashed against himself as the hair spread. It blossomed on his arms, his legs, his back. His entire body was getting fuzzier as his toes tipped in claws and his hard, large hands got stronger and stronger, claws extending from the tips.

A great pressure began building in his head. It was dull at first, throbbing, pounding, pulsing... He could feel the blood rushing into his forehead, the ache, then... almost an odd sense of prideful pressure as his brow began to push out, to thicken. His eyebrows got bushier, but the bone behind them began extending, harkening back to a primordial prowess.

When Lucas' eyes snapped open, they were a gleaming gold in color. His mouth was full of sharp fangs and even his nose seemed ever so faintly tinged darker. His ears came to points, his body shuddered as his muscles tightened and re-knit. Even his balls seemed to swell with their prodigious bounty. His face was equal parts animal and man. Lucas snarled hard and then came suddenly.

Each squirt of his cum thickened from pearly white to thick, inhuman yellow. He turned to spray his webs of semen across the shower wall, but he had given the sink and toilet a quick spray of his load as well. The air was filing with the scent of a robust wolfman, a strong and virile male. Lucas inhaled the scent, continuing to cum hard and fast, engulfed in the light of the crystal pendant on his chest.

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The moans coming from the rafters of the theater were barely contained. Jake had fallen to his knees in sudden, surprising orgasm. He was blushing furiously, though the red in his cheeks made him pull off his demon costume even more. Somewhere below the director was shouting about blocking, about timing, about set design. Jake knew he had to be ready at a moment's notice, but here he was, cumming...

He bit his lip and grabbed onto the railing in surprise. He didn't understand it. He'd jacked off right before he left for work, and he hadn't had time to really digest breakfast. There shouldn't have been anything else left in the tank, but here he was. He panted, eyes squeezed shut. One hand slipped through his beautiful blond hair, the other slipping up his ragged shirt to pinch and tug on his nipple.

Jake imagined it was Lucas... but not just any Lucas, the wolfman Lucas he fantasized about, gnawing at his nipple. Those fangs, that hair, that wild man. He grunted and groaned harder, cumming even more before he fell onto his back on the catwalk, the harsh cold metal digging into his skin, but he didn't care. He thrashed around there, moaning, muttering, sighing with great relief at one of the best orgasms of his entire life.

"Jake! Don't tell me you've ascended to heaven!" The director shouted up, the actor only then realizing he'd been called multiple times. Jake groaned, summoning all his strength to grab the rail and pull himself back upright.

"Sorry, I was lost in my characterization." Jake called down from the dark rafters.

"You're getting a call from home..." The director said. Jake's eyes widened. From home? No one was home, which means that Lucas would have had to go back home early. Jake worked his way down the fire escape, dropped onto stage as he had a few dozen times by this point, and then worked past the projection to drop down. He headed up the ramp and made it to where the stage hand was holding his cell phone from his cubby.

"Hello?" Jake asked.

"Hey baby..." Lucas murmured on the other side, "I... I'm sorry to bother you." He sounded different, a little silkier and yet worried at the same time.

"Are you okay? Did you come back from class?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't... feeling like myself." Lucas replied.

"Are you sick?" Jake asked.

"Well, not... exactly, but it's really not normal. Mainly... I really miss you baby. I... I wanna fuck. I wanna fuck your brains out." Lucas said. A shudder ripped through Jake. He'd never heard Lucas so assertive before, so affectionate, so crude.

"I'll be right there..." Jake whispered into the phone, practically wanting to make out with the device right there. He hung up and slipped it in his pocket and grabbed his wallet from his cubby, turning and moving part way back to the stage, "Kevin, I'm so sorry, my roommate's really sick. I've gotta go make sure he's okay. I'm so sorry!" he said before he fled the theater, not even bothering to get out of his costume.

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Jake's feet pounded as he moved up the steps and headed toward his apartment. He was a little worried rushing there would take the steam out of his lungs, but hearing what Lucas said, that he wanted to fuck his brains out... it made him redouble his speed yet again. He reached the apartment door, tested the knob - unlocked. He opened it up and stepped inside and... his jaw dropped, his heart skipping a beat.

Sitting in Jake's chair was an honest to god wolfman. Lucas had his legs spread wide, his fat balls resting on the faux leather chair, his right hand curved around his thick meat while his left hand, tipped in claws, slipped up and down his furry brown chest. Only his face had exposed skin, but even that was framed by bushy, curly facial hair. Pointed ears, yellow eyes, fangs... and a silver pendant hanging from his chest.

"Wh... What?" Jake whispered. Lucas licked his lips, teasing Jake more with his lewd pose, stroking himself off more.

"Welcome home baby... I'm so glad you could get away. You ready for a ride?" Lucas asked. Jake sputtered a little more.

"Is that some... kind of costume?" Jake asked, moving forward, reaching out. A clawed hand grabbed his wrist and pulled it down into the thick tufts of fur just above his crotch. Lucas forced Jake's hand to make circles through it, feeling the powerful muscles beneath.

"C'mon baby, I just want to fuck... Can't we talk about it later?" he asked. Jake moaned more, blushing furiously.

"Out here? We've never done it outside of the bedroom..." Jake grinned.

"Fuck the bedroom. I want you, and here you are." Lucas said before he grabbed Jake and pulled him into a kiss. Jake moaned, feeling a powerful, virile tongue invade his mouth. He ran his tongue over the sharp, pointed teeth in Lucas' mouth and then moaned into the kiss.

There were no seams, no plastic. Just natural teeth, natural gums. Whatever this was, it was real. Jake worried he might have a heart attack from the surprise of it all, but it would be worth it. He tried to undo his pants and kick them off, but only got as far as letting them drop to his knees before suddenly Lucas stood up out of the chair.

Jake fell back, his pants acting like cuffs around his legs. He landed on his back with a thud and Lucas was soon on top of him. Lucas rubbed his hard, aching cock across Jake's stomach, kind of liking him being in costume; his shredded clothes, those horns, it was like he'd been run down and caught, hunted like an animal. Lucas ran a clawed hand along his underwear and pulled them down just enough to expose that perfect shaft... but that wasn't his focus right now.

Strong hands gripped Jake's hips, tilting them up until his pert muscled ass was exposed. All that movement and the two were still kissing. Jake felt light headed from the lack of air, but he didn't care. If he was nihilistic, it was because his fantasies were coming true. The man of his dreams was his man, his lover, his boyfriend. Jake licked his fangs and thrust forward, his shaft spearing into the tight ring of his blond beau.

Without lube, without prep, the friction was intense. Jake squirmed, shuddering, moaning. It was just what he had asked for, what he had dreamed of, but a hundred fold. Lucas was so powerful, so animal, so hot. Jake reached up and began to caress and fondle the fuzzy tufts on his cheeks, pushing back just enough to gasp for air, but he exhaled hard just as Lucas thrust in again.

With deep grunts and subtle growls, Lucas was building up speed. He slammed in faster, harder, deeper. He ground, he shifted, he tilted. He ran claws across Jake's chest, leaving faint red lines of irritated skin. Jake moaned and whimpered in astonishment, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. His cock slapped against his stomach, getting fatter and harder than it had ever before.

The actor kept going over it in his mind again and again... his fantasies had become real, and reality was SO much better than fantasy. He gazed up at the furry behemoth fucking his hole and he suddenly wrapped his legs around Lucas, pulling himself down further around the meat he was impaled on. When he felt the head of that cock push against his prostate, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Despite the instinct, despite the animal filling his soul, Lucas... was quite beside himself with surprise. Jake was loving this! He was loving him! He was so happy. Lucas bore his fangs and came down, giving his lover a love nip on the neck as he fucked him hard, grinding like a madman, feeling his cock continuing to grow longer and thicker inside him. He rammed that prostate over and over again until Jake was whimpering, cumming, groaning... but Lucas wasn't quite done yet, not yet.

He wrapped a strong, powerful, furry hand around Jake's cock, milking him of his human seed. He jerked him off, squeezed, kneaded, massaged, and worked that bone until there wasn't a single drop to give. Only then, once his mate was satisfied, did Lucas throw his head back and let out a howl strong enough to rattle the windows. His howl was loud and proud, and so was his orgasm.

Jake gasped, feeling the blossoming heat inside of himself. It was so thick, so plentiful, so... much. He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he felt more and more fill him, and it filled him so good. He went limp, unable to keep motor function, becoming little more than a receptacle to Lucas' wolf cum. Lucas leaned down against his lover, a little more tender now, a little more like himself.

He gave Jake a deep kiss, pressing their chests together as they embraced. There was a little bit of pressure from the pendant trapped between them, but the mix of pleasure and pain, of heat and life, even the rough carpet against Jake's skin... It was the most adventurous sex either of them had experienced. When Lucas finally broke the kiss, he reached up to caress Jake's cheek, looking at his lover fondly. Jake was still miles away from being completely coherent, but he looked up at Lucas, smiling, but finally able to form a semi-rational thought.

"H-h-how?" Jake whispered, his hand starting to pet Lucas' very soft fur. Lucas smiled.

"I wanted to be the man of your dreams... More confident, more adventurous, a wild lover. I didn't expect to be the Wolfman of your dreams." Lucas said. Jake blushed a bit.

"Uh, that's my fault. I never told you, but I'm... a furry - especially when it comes to werewolves and wolfmen and stuff." Jake said. Lucas' thick eyebrow arched.

"You mean I'm quite literally the man of your dreams?" he asked, giving Jake a few more cock thrusts. Jake moaned, his belly already full of seed. He sighed and went even limper on the carpet but nodded. Lucas chuckled at that, "Well, I'm honored."

"So... so am... I. I didn't mean to make... make you change yourself." Jake said. Lucas hesitated a little at that, thinking back to the conversation that had haunted him so.

"But it needed to happen." Lucas said, "I love you. I really do, and I want you to be happy. I think you love me too, but we needed this spice." he said. Jake blushed more.

"I promise I won't ask for anything else, you've already done so much for me." Jake said with a smile. Lucas chuckled at that.

"Well, how about we get you cleaned up in the shower, take a wonderful nap together, and then try for round two when we wake up?" Lucas asked. Jake grinned at that and nodded. Lucas shifted his weight and Jake gasped as he was hoisted up, still impaled on Lucas' cock.

The wolfman slowly stood up, Jake still on him. He grinned, holding his conquest as he started to walk toward the bathroom. They made it through the narrow doorway somehow and Lucas turned, sitting on the rim of the tub as he started the water and set it to hot. The stream came down, hitting the porcelin, spilling around and building slowly.

"What's that smell... Did you get a new cologne?" Jake asked. Lucas chuckled at that and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips before he reached up to pull off his prosthetic horn. He got a good grip and pulled, but Jake's head tipped forward.

"What kind of glue do they use there?" Lucas asked before he tried again, only managing to wobble Jake's head around. Confused, Jake reached up to the other horn and tried to pull it off, only to feel like it was cemented on. Lucas leaned in a little closer, looking at the edge. His jaw dropped slowly, realizing the skin had seeped up over the edge of the horns... horns that were very much bone, and not at all plastic.

"Did you get it to move?" Jake asked. Lucas gave a nervous smile, not sure what to say.

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The house lights had been dimmed and the seats were packed. Opening night had been sold out. The reddish orange post apocalyptic backdrop was glowing its radiated brilliance, and the fire escapes cast shadow across the stage. Human survivors were wandering around, wondering what to do with their lives while a demon observed them from above. Jake moved with a nimble grace, his red eyes contrasting his blond hair, his black horns glistening, his pointed ears almost seeming to twitch and quirk. There was a faint metallic red sheen to his cheeks, subtle but present.

"I really gotta say Luke, what you guys figured out on costume... it's out of this world." The director whispered to Lucas from their spot just off stage.

"It was a collaborative effort." Lucas grinned softly. While most of his changes had reverted, being a wolfman and all, Lucas still had invested in larger shirts and pants to contain his muscles, and he was experimenting with sideburns. It made the transition easier for sure, though Jake's changes were certainly harder to hide away. Still, that was a problem they'd cross when they had to. For now, he was the star... the demon that survived the war between heaven and hell.

Lucas had thought about going back to the curio shop, trying to find something that would help Jake cover up his changes. It had started with that one moment they pressed together during sex, the pendant trapped beneath them. Maybe that really was what made Jake the man of his dreams; playful, mischievous, corrupted but in all the right ways. Hot, sexy, tempting... Lucas' cock started to harden just thinking about it, and on stage, so too did Jake's.

Jake licked his lips a little but tried to stay focused. They'd have their fun after the after party... lots of fun, so much fun. A lifetime of fun, but for now he had to play his part, he had to do his duty. He moved down the fire escape, he slipped down the rails, he dropped down in a three point landing and then looked up. Those red eyes, glistening horns, and an erection that the others couldn't see. He was the confident demon, he was the man in charge, he was the man of his lover's dreams.

Lucas squirmed in delight, listening to Jake belt off the words without flaw. He was glad one of their fuck sessions had been a rehearsal too. They were both prone to so many more distractions, it was going to be important to be able to control their impulses as much as they could... at least most of the time. Lucas grinned a little, certain that Issac had seen him slip a little in class that morning... but maybe that'd just inspire the rumors on campus. He was a professor some might like to fuck, but what other secrets was he hiding?

All of it... was an adventure. Unpredictable, wild. Sure, there could be consequences, but the adventure itself was just what Jake had wanted, and what Lucas never knew he needed. They were in it together, and life was a lot more interesting now. Lucas ran his tongue over his teeth as they sharpened into points. The wolfman was almost ready to play again.