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Large. Furry. Prone to snapping their teeth, consuming large amounts of raw meat, and sizing each other up in the hallways. Aidan wasn't sure how he hadn't put the pieces together before, but now, feeling his new muscles shiver with the discovery, he stood stock-still in the forest clearing and stared down the group of wolves starting to emerge from the trees.

"Dane." To a wolf with pale streaks in his mane. "Mark." Gray-furred, with ears perked up in recognition. "Nick." Cinnamon red, a color he'd never seen before.

They came cautiously at first, then eagerly, at the sound of their names. More followed. When the circle of wolves numbered ten, Aidan looked around, his ears tense with the effort of listening for that last set of paws.

A shadow almost the size of the trunk it emerged from came padding out, its movements decisive as it parted the circle and came to stand before him.

"...Hey, Alex. Healed up from that gunshot wound?" He was nervous. His voice was a sarcastic drawl, although he felt himself kneel at the answering flash of red in the dark wolf's eyes. His skin itched. He wanted to push himself over just a few more inches, so that he could be on four legs and not two, and at the same time his mind reeled at just how easy it was to submit and obey. He bowed his head and felt the press of his Alpha's warm nose at his brow, a low hum of breath passing through it to him.

It felt like permission. He began to change, pinpricks of his own honey-brown fur pushing through his clothes, his face elongating, his teeth sharp as razors in his mouth.

The wolf that had formerly been known as Aidan looked around at the wolves that had formerly been known as the Adams High football team. And then at the full, fat moon above them.

With their Alpha leading the call, they _ howled. _

And then -- the moon looked back. It had funny little wireframe glasses and a mustache that looked like the underside of a broom. It said, "The question of Hamlet actually being insane during the events of the play comes down to reader interpretation. Interesting question, is it not? Let's open it up to debate. What say you, Mr. Wilkinson. Mr. Wilkinson? Mr. -- "

" -- Wilkinson!"

Aidan snapped out of his memory of the night's events with a jolt, notebook paper crinkling under his fingers. He'd grabbed onto his page of notes almost on instinct; the gray chicken scratch left off in the middle of a sentence about mitochondria. The powerhouse of the --

With a little groan, he flipped to the front of the notebook. Sure enough, the color of the cover was green, not red. He'd had Biology last period.

"Mr. Wilkinson?" There was the moon again -- er, uh, his Honors English teacher, Mr. Page. Puns aside, Aidan always thought of the name as a misnomer, seeing as the man's skin was closer to the old, yellowing parchment one would find in a scroll. One brow lifted, his wrinkles seemed to physically fold up his forehead. Aidan sighed.

"Hamlet isn't insane during any part of the play," he said, no I think or _I believe_attached to the beginning of his statement like most people were wont to do. His voice was direct and clear, although his eyes eased back down to the comforting green of his notebook instead of making contact with Mr. Page's. "He's faking it. He says as much to Horatio and Marcellus, and when he's sent to England later in the play, he's able to snap out of it and escape."

"A succinct and well-articulated opinion, Mr. Wilkinson." From the tone of his voice, it seemed a few of those folds had been ironed out. "It would have been even better had you answered it the first time."

His cheeks burned, and so did his tongue, biting back a cutting remark. He didn't like getting called out, now more than ever. The wolf in him snapped its teeth, but he nodded, muttering an apology to his notebook. Page moved on.

Even so, Aidan knew he didn't have too much to feel bad about. His emotions would be circulating through the pack bonds -- that was to say, the connections he had to the rest of his newfound friends, the other members of the Adams High football team. They were all seniors (except for him), all buff and handsome, and all too eager to respond to his spike of frustration and embarrassment, although with Aidan's very recent addition to the team the sympathy was muffled. He didn't quite understand why, but he took comfort in the fact that being part of a pack meant he could only get closer to its other eleven members.

Especially Alex. Dark-haired, golden-eyed. The quarterback was taller than a majority of the team, rippling with muscle, and with a smile that was as likely to make old ladies swoon as it was to send a shiver down the spines of his enemies. Aidan had spent a good part of puberty hating him until he realized that he'd been covering up for something else.

The guy was too sweet to hate, anyway, spending his time divided between his work at the local YMCA and football practice, although he'd gotten a lot of flack for changing the rules of the team once he'd joined. Mandatory physical. Eighteen years or older, which explained why the team was (mostly) made up of seniors. And you needed to mesh with the other members, one hundred percent, or you weren't getting picked.

In context, thought Aidan as the lunch bell rang, the rules only made sense because the team was literally just werewolves. And with a winning streak a mile wide, they could afford to be picky.

Which was why most people had been surprised when lanky Aidan Wilkinson, local nerd and veterinary volunteer, had been drafted into the ranks of the chosen few. For one thing, the team was full. And for another, he'd been scrawny enough to betray the fact that he hadn't played a sport since peewee baseball, all up until he'd been forced to deal with a wounded wolf one stormy night...

"Dude!"

His ears twitched, and he braced himself.

He'd barely stepped out of his classroom when someone slammed into him from behind, the impact like a brick shithouse crashing into another brick shithouse. He had never been more happy to have the bulk he now had -- the former Aidan would have smashed to the ground, scattering pieces. An eye here. A finger there.

"Hi, Dane," he said, his voice strained. Even so, getting jumped on was not without consequences. The air had been knocked out of him. Beside them both, a brown-eyed boy in a smoke-colored hoodie began to follow, giving Aidan a comparatively subdued smile as he ran his fingers through close-cropped black hair. "...And Mark."

"Dude, dude, dude," said Dane, who'd shifted to his other side, one arm still thrown around Aidan's shoulders. The three of them were like a small battering ram through the lunch crowd, making a beeline for the table closest to the snack machines. There were a couple hallways between them and the cafeteria. "We missed you. We were worried about you. Did old man Page -- ?"

"I'm good, I'm fine," said Aidan, although he didn't make an attempt to shrug Dane off, nor did he try to make sure Mark kept out of his personal bubble. He'd done it before, back when this crowding was new and he'd convinced himself he didn't need the contact. "Just couldn't stop thinking about the whole full moon thing. And you know I'm the only junior in that period, so -- "

"So he treats you differently, even though you're the smartest person there," appended Mark, to which Aidan snorted and Dane nodded so hard his tawny highlights caught the fluorescents.

"I wouldn't go that far. Besides, I'm more concerned about the fact that you guys still feel so far away." Moving his floppy brown bangs out of his eyes, he reached up to touch Dane's hand for emphasis. "I thought the full moon thing was supposed to bind me to the..."

At Mark's warning look, he finished, "The team."

"Nah, dude, that's just the first step!" Dane was practically bouncing with excitement in his muscle tee. "The thing about us is we got a ton of things! And there's another thing tonight!"

"Another...thing?"

"Dude, you didn't get the groupchat message?"

"Dane, don't be fucking rude. He's got one of those old-school phones," said Mark, who promptly pulled out his own sleek model and tapped into the app with an apologetic look. "Sorry, it's supposed to shoot you a text no matter what, but...yeah, we're all making plans to meet up tonight."

Aidan felt an unpleasant ping in his chest, the one that reminded him that he paid for his own stuff and therefore didn't have much. His old Nokia was a brick, but at least it held a charge, and he hadn't had any need to do anything outside of making a few calls. Dane and Mark felt it too, a muffled version of it, and Dane squeezed his shoulder with a muted pulse of remorse through their bond. Aidan, sending back a pulse of forgiveness, peered at the shiny screen on Mark's phone and read about the event with a slowly-rising set of eyebrows.

"'...First Aid, make sure you remember to come on an empty stomach. The rest of you, bring snacks. That means you, Nicholas; if you hog the jerky like last time you're going behind the rest of us.' What the hell is this?" His heart fluttered at the nickname Alex had given him a little while ago. He hoped Dane and Mark didn't feel it. "Whatever it is, it sounds big. Is it like a group workout?"

Fortunately, it looked like they were busy exchanging a look that made no sense to Aidan. More experienced wolves could do that, keeping feelings out of the group bond, but he was so grateful that he'd been ignored that he didn't call them out on it.

"Sort of," said Mark, as they turned the corner into the cafeteria. "It's kind of like a..."

"It's, uh..." added Dane, a nervous energy joining his excitement. "Well, it's more personal than that, dude. It's like we're flexing on you."

"And in you," piped in Mark, again. He was a little flushed. "And all over you."

Aidan gave them a classic head tilt, one eyebrow raised and his mouth quirked. "The way you're making this sound isn't great."

"I mean -- here, we'll explain, but you gotta sit down first." Dane finally let go of Aidan, hooking one leg over the bench of their table and pulling his backpack up to his lap, pulling out what looked like seven sandwiches (crustless) stuffed to the brim with roast beef. An industrial sized bag of potato chips followed, as well as an entire liter of water. Mark followed with an equally large lunch to the other side of him, except it was something made of rice and (fried pork?) and the seasoning smelled hot. (It hurt his nose, actually.)

Aidan sat. His own lunch wasn't nearly as impressive, but Dane ripped open the bag of chips so that all three of them could share, handing him a few sandwiches. Mark, whose family owned a couple of asian markets, pulled out a second family-size tupperware container and scooted it over to Aidan. This one wasn't as spicy, and it also had eggs. Aidan fucking loved eggs.

"So, you know how close we all are, right?" Dane said. At least, that's what Aidan thought he said -- roast beef had a way of muffling voices, and the guy was cramming it into his mouth like the world was ending. "Like, super close. Close close."

"Yeah." Aidan knew firsthand. Whenever the team gathered, it was like they were magnetized to one another. It was one of the first things he'd found distasteful about becoming a wolf, that he craved contact where he didn't before, and that the guys on the team were too happy to give it to someone who'd saved their Alpha. It had meant almost automatic acceptance into their pack. "I don't really see where you're going with this."

"Well, uh. The whole Alpha acceptance thing, the thing we did on the full moon, that was tight. But not exactly the only thing we needed to do, like." Two out of the seven sandwiches had disappeared from the generic beige of their lunch table. "There's still one more thing. And it's physical as fuck."

"And technically required," added Mark, his spoon scraping the bottom of his container. He was a fast eater, even for a wolf, and his voice was dry from the food. Grabbing for his own liter of water, he drank it down fast. "Which is why we only let adults into the pack. Like, we're not gonna -- with a kid -- like, even if you're a junior, you're eighteen. That was lucky."

"Yeah, because you're hot as hell," said Dane, like it was just a fact, and made Aidan choke on his first spoonful of rice.

"Wait -- wait, what the fuck, wait, I feel like you just skipped over the whole explanation. What."

"Uh," said Mark, patting his back, looking worried. "Well, there's not really a good way to say this, huh?"

"He's already choking on those little rice bits, dude, he's not gonna have room for dick," said Dane, with his eyes wide. "Maybe we tell Alex to hold off until he's okay with one fuckbuddy before a whole group runs a train on him?"

"_ Does a what to who? _"

"Oh no."

After a vigorous gagging session in which Mark rubbed down his back and Dane apologized for his language -- "Shit, dude, shit, I'm sorry!" -- Aidan was gulping down water and taking deep breaths, trying to understand what he was being told. When he was capable of speech again, he pinned Mark and Dane with a look that demanded answers. His hazel eyes were narrowed. His lip was curled. He seemed to be a few seconds from lashing out, which the wolf very badly wanted to do, confused and embarrassed as he was.

"So, I'm basically going to be fucked from every side. By eleven guys, including the both of you, and one of which is Alexander Mc-fucking-donald, quarterback of the Adams High football team?" His voice was a low hiss, careful not to be overheard by any prying (human) ears.

"That's...yeah," said Dane, and Aidan could almost see his tail being tucked between his legs.

"And it's required to fully open up the bonds between all of us?"

"Yeah," said Mark, who had reached over to put a hand on Dane's forearm, although he didn't look any less cowed.

"And I have to be ready for this by_tonight_?"

"Not -- Not if you need more time," said Mark. "It's required eventually, but not right away. We just thought, because you took to the contact stuff so fast, and because you like us -- "

"Hey, don't put words in my mouth," interrupted Aidan, but he was already starting to soften up, his tone a little less harsh with every yes he got. He did like them. He liked the whole team, especially physically. Bastards. "Let's say I do this. What's involved? Is there protection, is there lube?"

"We're gonna take care of you, dude," said Dane, putting a hand on Mark's. "Make sure you aren't too hurt, no lasting marks, plenty of stuff to stretch you out and get you slippery enough to take us all. But there's no rubbers."

Mark, squeezing Dane's arm at the way Aidan frowned at no rubbers, added: "If it makes you feel better, Alex gets first nut. Because he's...you know."

"It doesn't," said Aidan, but it absolutely did, and he swallowed despite himself at the idea of Alex cumming deep inside of him. Or, the idea of it. He had only seen so much porn, but he'd always been attracted to the creampies. "And you guys? Do you get to...?"

"Yeah," said Mark, his cheeks flushed deep pink. "I mean, we won't use you. It's a bonding thing, you can tell us to do whatever wherever, but we need to get it on or in you somehow."

"And we've done it before, we've been on both ends, man," said Dane, his own cheeks red now, and his gaze rolling to the remains of his sandwiches. "S'an experience. We'll help you through."

"Oh." He bit his lip, and this time, he caught how both of their gazes were trained on his mouth. "...What if I'm a virgin or whatever?"

They both looked at one another. They looked back.

"Then it'll be a memorable first time," said Mark, and while Aidan scowled and batted the back of his head, he sent a hesitant pulse down their tethers that confirmed he was going to be there. Still pink, they broke out into booming laughter. Aidan pretended not to notice how their happiness made his dick twitch.

The rest of lunch was spent on Aidan only eating half of what was proffered to him -- he knew he had a fast metabolism, but he didn't want his first time to be shitty in any way, shape or form -- and asking questions about what else needed to be done. His head was still spinning with enemas and fingering and every little tidbit he'd picked up from porn when he left: straight porn, gay porn, the weird animated stuff he'd watched once when he'd been sleepy and curious. He wondered if the dicks were going to be weird. He wondered what it would be like to look up into the eyes of his friends and feel them entering him, offering up eleven thick lengths for him to tug and suck and get fucked by. (Oh, he was hard. Cool.)

It was nothing at all to reach the last bell, and as he said goodbye to his friends and started up his dented tin can, he was at least happy that he didn't have work that night. He'd been pretty clear about his schedule when Alex had first contacted him out of the blue, asking if he'd be available for practice; he didn't really have the elbow room that most of his peers did, even if he was self-sufficient, even living alone. He realized with an affectionate little scoff that the date had probably been decided on purpose. Wolves had a way of getting into everything, especially the schedules of their packmates.

He pulled into the drive of his apartment complex and went inside, freshened up in his tiny bathroom, tried to shave what needed shaving. The werewolf thing had left most of his hair thicker and fuller, even giving him a happy trail that pointed directly to his dick; seven inches and uncut. He was at least proud of being bigger than the national average, and not too ugly as far as dicks went, although there was a bit of a bend to it that tilted his second head to the right. The tan muscle in his stomach, his thighs, and his arms weren't bad to look at, either, and had seemed to grow overnight.

He was brushing his teeth once, twice, three times as he did his homework, clipped both sets of nails. Google was consulted about what else to do when going to a gangbang, multiple times. He rinsed himself out as best he could with his handheld shower.

He settled on a t-shirt he didn't care about and some old jeans. He figured they'd take them both off, anyway, and any underwear would become collateral damage against long claws. The soft denim rubbed him in a strangely stimulating way as he drove to the address he'd been texted, which was a warehouse the guys used every so often for their bigger parties and just to hang out when times got tough, but happened to be on the outskirts of town. Twenty minutes or so.

Showing up half-hard to a werewolf gangbang was either the best or the worst thing to do, he thought, taking a deep breath as he parked his car and looked down at his crotch. This was it. He was really doing this. He was going to get fucked.

Despite being invited to come in without announcement or fanfare, Aidan still retained the rusty scrap metal of what he thought were manners, so he rapped the thick wood of the door with a single knuckle. What would sound like a dull tap to untrained ears would reverberate through the building and to the wolves he heard inside, who had stopped talking in low voices the moment he walked up to the step. He swore he could hear the unison ruffle of eleven tails sticking straight up.

Alex was the one to get the door, leaning his weight on the frame, and thankfully not wolfed out. A peek inside revealed that wasn't the case for the rest of their pack, but his Alpha was careful to shield most of the inside with his body.

His mouthwatering body, thought Aidan as he checked those pecs through an agonizingly thin tank top, feeling himself throb as he was scanned from head to toe by those golden eyes. Dark cheeks raised in one of his signature smiles, Alex whistled low.

"You clean up nice, First Aid," he said, his sweet voice spiked with arousal. Aidan didn't know if it was his new ears, the alpha thing, or just because he'd liked the guy for so long, but every time Alex spoke it was like fingers stroking him all over. "Is that your wallet, or are you just happy to see us?"

"I wish my wallet was this fat," Aidan shot back, his tone extra curt to make sure it offset the easy grin that Alex elicited in him. "Are you gonna stand there all night, or are we doing this?"

Alex laughed, each ha! so delicious that Aidan wished he could pluck them out of the air and swallow them whole. "Well, that answers that. We're happy to see you, though, just in case you were worried."

"I wasn't," said Aidan, but allowed himself to slip past Alex and let the door close behind him. The brush of bodies, no matter how brief, confirmed two things: one, that he was going to bust a fucking nut no matter how Alex touched him (as long as he did it for more than a few seconds), and two, that.

Two, that even though Aidan hadn't been able to tell with a glance, Alex was hard. For him.

Alex was hard for Aidan. The thought made his knees weak.

Trying to pay attention to his surroundings helped. The warehouse was pretty much unchanged on the outside, always, but inside, it could be anything they wanted it to be. He'd seen it dressed in fake flowers and grass for a Hawaiian themed party, splattered all over with paintballs, covered in red and green with silver tinsel for Christmas. This time, it was like a B-grade porn shoot, with a mattress in the middle and pillows and blankets thrown over it haphazardly, the regular furniture and carpets and TV shifted aside to make room.

His packmates had been doing a variety of things before he'd arrived, or so it appeared -- he spotted a few chip bags opened, the couch cushions mussed up, wet footprints leading out of the bathroom, which was currently closed for whatever reason. A few of the guys he couldn't easily spot were likely in there, but the rest clamored to touch him, clapping his back and rubbing his shoulders and nuzzling him. Dane gave him a hug. Mark ruffled his hair.

Because he'd been so lanky before, Alex was one of the only people who was taller than him. The others took advantage of this by patting his ass as much as possible.

"Hey, quit it, you're embarrassing me," he mumbled as Nick took the opportunity to squeeze it, a mischievous smile on his furred, pointed features. He wasn't the shortest member on the team -- that honor belonged to Jonesy, who claimed his shortness only made him cuddlier, and therefore even more like a Spanish teddy bear -- but he was down there, and for a moment his gingery fur matched Aidan's face. "Didn't Alex tell you that you were going last?"

"Only if I hogged the snacks," replied Nick, batting his long lashes. Being a transfer from Seoul, he usually bragged that his looks were one hundred percent natural, and only his ass was surgically altered. It was a cute ass, he had to give him that. One he liked to see running up and down the field. "And I didn't. That's how much I love you, Aidy."

"Liar," said Aidan, who could smell the jerky on his breath, and had already connected it to the empty bag on one of the tables. "You're taking in more meat than I am, Dickolas."

His laugh belonged to a fox, not a wolf, rising and falling in shrieks. So did the pointed canines he bared as a result. "Whatever you say, Aidy. See you later." And he gave him another appreciative pat on the butt before he moved on.

It was too easy to get caught up in the camaraderie of his pack, and he'd almost forgotten the bed in the center of the room when Alex sounded a low note, one that made all eyes and ears turn to him. He was still smiling, but there was something to the jut of his strong chin and to his golden gaze; he seemed to be looking at each of them and yet only had eyes for Aidan.

"It's time," he declared, his voice vibrating with anticipation. "Take him to the bed."

He braced himself as the pack surged to surround him, their hands gentle as they lifted him -- it looked like none of them could go without touching one part of him, and with twenty hands, it was light work.

To his pleasant surprise, the mattress didn't suck too bad. It was relatively tall from the boxframe underneath, a grade better than the one he slept on, and it smelled like the rest of the pack. Knowing Alex's attachment to tradition, Aidan guessed it was the bed they'd used for most of these ceremonies (if not all of them).

The hands didn't leave, though, they hovered over him, their claws extended and their paw-pads present on the palms and fingers.

The crowd parted. Alex was at his feet, between his boots, and tugged at his laces until they came loose. Aidan gulped.

"So, Aidan." It was serious now. The name proved it. "Are you attached to these clothes?"

He shook his head. "No, Alpha."

Alex's eyes flashed red at the name, his smile widening just a tick. "Do we have your express permission to take them off of you by any means necessary?"

Aidan breathed in, then out. "Yes, Alpha."

"And when they're off, can we touch you?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"Can we fuck you, fuck into you, and make sure our bonds to you are strengthened by our seed?"

He bit his lower lip, felt his fangs coming in without thinking. "Yes, Alpha. Please."

Alex's breath hitched minutely, and he swallowed, like his saliva was too thick to hold. "Please?"

Aidan wet his mouth and let his canines grow sharp and pointed, his fur beginning to poke through as it ringed his face and arms. "Please, fuck me into our pack."

Alex looked like he was about to say something else, but he nodded, making a motion with his hands. Aidan heard the rip of cloth and denim before he saw it, jagged lines appearing on his clothes before they were hastily tugged away. His cock bounced against his lower stomach and the head was shiny wet. He didn't remember the last time he'd been so excited.

And immediately, someone was stroking him, they were all stroking him. Hand on cock, hand on chest, hand on face, caressing his mouth, his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered at the outpouring of love and admiration that came from his pack's mouths, quiet murmurings about how soft he was, how nice his body was. How sensitive his beautiful cock was, his hips rolling up into the touch.

He'd have said something, except his mouth was filled with thick fingers and he could only squeak as his legs were pulled apart, a pillow pushed beneath them to tilt them up. And Alex stepped forward, between them.

He'd gone past a partial shift -- he was almost a wolfman, so close to getting on four legs that even Aidan could feel it, his muzzle covered in thick drool. Aidan hadn't seen hide nor tail of lube and he now understood why, as Alex took him firmly by the thighs and pulled him up so that his ass was at mouth level. Almost dangling, the bite of Alex's claws digging into his legs, Aidan's mouth was left free to moan as he felt the drip of saliva, the puff of hot breath, then a fucking tongue.

He was twisting, clenching, gnashing his teeth together around a howl as that tongue left him hot and wet, twenty pairs of hands steadying him and ten other men panting at the sight of Aidan Wilkinson getting eaten out by their Alpha. Alex pressed his face deep into Aidan, soon prodding inside, and Aidan wailed -- an honest-to-god fucking wail -- as that clever tongue spread him open, made him wet inside, too, ready for his cock.

The murmurs that surrounded him were full of love, still, not gripping him too tightly, pressing him further and further into their Alpha; any free hands still stroking him, the fuzz on his stomach and thighs and arms. The bonds were stronger than he'd ever felt them, especially to Alex, and Alex felt like animalistic lust, like falling so deep into a seductive darkness that he might never come out again, and yet love, too. Boundless love. He genuinely enjoyed doing this, and Aidan felt him like he was reading his thoughts, a constant pulse of want and need that only fueled Aidan's and created a pleasure ouroboros.

Now, the thing about Aidan was that he hadn't even particularly liked penetration. He'd stuck a few fingers inside himself before, he'd pumped his cock and thought about being fucked, and that was all fine and good. But when it came down to it, he wanted to fuck into someone else because his ass was so placed that he couldn't reach the places he'd wanted with his fingers.

Not then. Never then. With his cock still jumping against his stomach, he realized he was so close, so_close_ to cumming, and no one had even touched it once Alex had come into the picture. That fact made his blush darken, the pink of it seeping into his brown skin.

When Alex touched that something inside of him -- all bets were off. He screamed through a full set of teeth, with his friends running their claws through his hair, telling him it was okay to let go --

The first seed spilled, he thought in a daze, was my own.

Alex's arousal, though. It didn't die off. It flared brightly, almost all-encompassing, as he eased Aidan back down to the bed, his claws leaving marks down his thighs as he allowed him to literally slip through his fingers. His thighs were spread open again. Alex pushed his cock blindly forward.

Aidan would have gasped, seeing the large red thing between Alex's legs, but he was already so overwhelmed from the tongue that he could do nothing but beg for it. Alex growled as he pressed the pointed tip to Aidan's rim, and Aidan only remembered needing to be stretched open before it was in him, the slow burn intensifying the feeling of having his Alpha's cock at last. Aidan's eyes watered, but not because he was hurt or upset. Someone -- Dane? -- admired how easily he opened up, how well he took it.

He rolled his hips back onto Alex one time before he felt those claws in his hips -- in -- and the pricks of pain as he was made to look directly into Alex's eyes, their gold mixing with the red, practically orange by the way they shifted back and forth. Look at me, they seemed to say. Look at who is fucking you. Look at who is _ claiming _you.

"Alpha," Aidan gasped. "Alpha, Alpha, Alpha."

"Alpha," echoed the pack, with their hands on him and his bed.

"Cum in me," whimpered Aidan, his hips working to the best of their ability, trying to take Alex even deeper into him. He was so full, he was stretched to his limits, but he wouldn't be complete without the Alpha's seed in his belly. "Pl -- "

And Alex roared, fucking forward, just_missing the knot as he filled Aidan with thick, hot cum, Aidan's eyes rolling back as he mouthed the word _Alpha over and over. His cock jerked. Another hot splatter over his stomach.

The afterglow felt doubled, the hot itch in his stomach finally quelled as Alex withdrew, but there was something insistent about the arousal -- he didn't withdraw soft, and from the way he kept his eyes on Aidan, this wasn't going to be the last time he came in or on him. Still, he bowed out, and Aidan was boneless, limp against the mattress as fingers dragged through the mess on his front, being pushed into his mouth.

"Taste yourself," murmured the pack, and they felt like one single entity, surging forward to take him. Aidan, in a daze, sucked whatever they gave, swallowing his cum and their fingers with the gratitude of a thirsty man in the desert.

With the Alpha having done his job, it was time for the pack to do theirs, and they did it with palpable joy -- Aidan on his back, the slick sound of someone fucking into him so hard it pushed the moans out of his mouth, a hand on his cock. From the calluses, it felt like Dane, and when he looked over, there he was, brows scrunched in concentration as he jerked the both of them off.

"Nice," breathed Aidan, until he was being pulled so that he could tip his head back, kissing the tip of a dick that felt longer than it was thick; the heated eyes above him were from Nick, who in a halting voice urged him to open up.

"Hey, Aidy," he said, smiling. Aidan would have rolled his eyes, but he was a little too occupied in licking the bead of precum at the tip, and that shut Nick up like nothing else. Sliding just the tip of his cock over Aidan's tongue, he fisted his fingers into Aidan's hair and kept him still until he was filling his mouth with cum. Swallowing eagerly, Aidan kept sucking, determined to make their bond a little stronger by cleaning up his packmate, and groaned as he coaxed another load from him and down his slippery throat.

Someone, eventually, made use of Aidan's hands, and with cock stuffed in every conceivable orifice Aidan felt himself slipping into a haze in which he was free to do whatever he wanted. He trusted his pack and his pack trusted him. Aside from the grunting and muttered curses that came from fucking him, they didn't even need to speak.

Alex did, though, whenever he chose to join the fray. His low cadence rumbled through the whole pack and directly into Aidan's dick. It was praise, mostly. Things about how good he looked on his back, or on his knees, later, or being bounced between two cocks with the most pleading look on his face, his mouth opening to receive the loads of werewolf cum that were being jerked into it. Other times, it was darker, a little more possessive -- things that Aidan hadn't known he ached for, about being a natural slut whose holes were made for cum, made for them as a whole. Destined to be here between eleven men whose sole goal was to give him what he wanted.

By the time he snapped back to reality, his face felt sticky with cum, drenched in it, and so did his body. Slippery on the mattress, he looked blearily up through the thick film on his face to watch the pack standing over him, fisting their last erections in a group jerk, and letting out a ghost of a moan as it began to pour over him in erratic bursts. Alex stood, once more, at his feet; he'd apparently made it a point to try and aim for his thighs.

"We welcome you," said Alex through his rumbling moans, a tinge of desperation to his words. "Aidan Wilkinson. Our packmate."

"Pack, pack, pack," said the pack. "Aidan, Aidan, Aidan."

And he closed his eyes as he felt the bonds fully open, sending in relief and longing and love and light.

...

"Hey, Aidan." A sharp nudge. "First Aid, hey."

"Five more minutes," said Aidan in a serrated voice, his arm coming up to shield his eyes. Oddly enough, it wasn't sticky or slippery, and his face felt soft. This was also the best sleep he'd gotten in weeks. He was likely talking to a dream. "I'll be up in five."

"I'm not asking you to get up, I'm just asking you if you're cool with me adding you to the cuddle pile."

"Cuddle pile?" Yawn.

"Yeah. I'll carry you, no worries."

"Yeah."

His eyes still closed, he shifted to a decent position as he felt someone take him into their arms. Instinctively, he curled into their chest.

"...So, that was crazy, huh."

"Crazy," repeated Aidan.

"You all right?"

"I'm alive," said Aidan. The person's voice was pleasant and low. "I'm good and alive."

"You feel good?"

"Yeah."

"And for your first time, that was okay?"

"Yeah, I'm -- yeah." He swatted the broad chest he was nuzzling. "No more questions. I was promised cuddles."

"That you were." A chuckle. "I just wanna check up on you. The pack will do it too, tomorrow, and you'll get excused from class, but I thought we should talk."

"Nothing to talk about." It was supremely comfortable here. He almost didn't want to leave this person, whoever they were. "Just cuddles."

More laughter. Low. "I can see you're not in the state to talk. Fucked out, huh."

"Mm."

"Well, here. I'll just put you on top. You want me there with you?"

"Mmyeah."

"Well, I'll try again soon. Good night, First Aid."

"Night," said Aidan, and he was placed down, onto a bed of something remarkably separate and warm and furry, and warm arms encircled him, and he was safe.

Well, until he woke up the next morning face-to-face with a naked Alex, but that was a problem for future Aidan.