Chance Encounters
Writing a warning here seems pointless considering that to get here you should have passed through two or three others, anyway... This story is for Adults only and contains various graphic encounters homosexual in nature, if this offends you, or you are below the legal age limit for your country. Please leave now.
This story has vague interconnectivity to the movie Underworld, most of the characters are therefore copy written to screen gems studios and the members therein.
The first part is yiff free for character development, if you're just after the sex, it starts in part 2
Enjoy
Part 1- Chance Encounters
I removed the fuse rack and scrutinized it under the light of my halogen lamp. Some blood and hair was pasted to the shattered remains of the glass inserts. I sighed.
Working for the council as a repairman was good money in this city. Something, somewhere is always broken or damaged. At the moment I was in sub-junction thirteen repairing one of the stations that are designed to monitor overflow in the pips under the city. Something else always reliable is rain, always raining in this city. The pipe I was in was only a few stories below street level but you could see where the water level had been over the past year by the congealed paste it left on the walls. High, high enough that working sensors would be needed if we get a repeat this year
I thumbed one of the buttons on my walkie-talkie "Adrian reporting. I don't know about you Joe but half the boxes on this level are wasted"
"I know what you mean Adrian, no idea what happens down here, wasted boxes, bullet holes, I think I'm being followed"
"Oh well gives the guard something to do" I clicked off. Almost every week people around the city report mysterious noises and happenings from underground. The police deemed that several of the groups of homeless people had formed a myriad of gangs, leading to violent brawls.
I replaced the fuses and cleaned off the circuit board as well and something moved behind me, I spun but nothing was there
"Hey it's Adrian again. I've finished down here. We can head topside whenever" There was no response so I shook the transceiver and tried again "Hello"
"Heard you the first time. Just couldn't understand the Mexican accent. In fact there are more noises down this end. We'll come to you" I let the comment slide, my Mexican attributes were often judged, my accent in particular but I could hold a card to many a higher paid mechanic.
The guard came on the same line "If you assholes hadn't taken so long at the main junction we would have been out of here hours ago"
"Look man if we hadn't fixed that main breaker this evening this job would have taken twice as long tomorrow"
"Like I care, I don't baby-sit tomorrow anyway. Hang ten we'll be there soon"
I waited and tapped my foot for a while. Then I got bored and replaced a few seals on two of the more damaged boxes. Finally I toggled the radio "Hey guys Ten minutes passed by more than ten minutes ago. Where are you? Guys?"
I grabbed my lamp and turned, smacking straight into a wall of fur.
I backpedaled.
The beast seemed to suck the light into itself, taking up a lot of room, it took a step forward but it hardly needed to if it was trying for intimidation.
"Adrian her-" A bolt of furry lightning struck the radio against the wall shattering the shockproof yellow plastic into a million pieces.
It growled low, menacing the air with its thrumming vocalization. I had heard them all before, the stories of monsters in the tunnels. It was a running joke in the office that Larry saw something big and furry every week. Nothing the government paid was enough to pit me against a werewolf. A werewolf? Yeah that's all it could be. Always a werewolf story floating around.
The beast in question pounced as I took a step back into the main tunnel and I was catapulted into the river of sludge.
Slowly it stalked out after me, padding carefully; it settled back on its haunches, drew back and...
"Wait" I didn't notice my own voice at first, it was high and reedy "Just wait" My brain was calm acting on some other level, thinking rationally. Werewolves are supposed to be intelligent, right? Beastial and intelligent. I realized I still hadn't said anything after 'wait'
"Okay boy" He snarled at me, my eyes flicked, definitely a he "You want to feed, that's how it works, but I want to live"
Its amber eyes bored into my flesh but I wasn't pounced upon
"So let's say, I volunteer some blood, and you let me walk"
He sat there stonily
"Nod once if you understand, twice if you don't" Ug, stupid if he doesn't understand he isn't going to nod at all.
He nodded. Once. Unbelievable
"O-okay, have we got a deal"
His huge, shaggy head cocked to the side. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Bargaining with a beast, bargaining over my flesh and blood. He nodded. Once. Then he stood back up, glaring at me under thick brows. He walked over, standing up he was way tall maybe eight or nine feet, as controlled and balanced on two limbs as he was on four, his big shaggy muzzle, wet with drool stretched into the most terrible grin.
He motioned toward my top and then raised two fingers
"You want me to take my top off?"
Another single nod so I stripped off my fluorescent jacket and dropped it hastily, failing the 'don't make any sudden movements' rule.
He made the same motion and I knew what he wanted, a meal without wrappings. Without my shirt I felt, well half naked, standing ankle deep in sludge, shirtless, waiting for a werewolf to feed off me. I shivered and goosebumps ran the length of my exposed torso, too cold to be topless, I was sure my blood would freeze before anything could drink it. Okay it wasn't that cold, but too damn cold to have no shirt, all the little hairs on my tan skin stood at attention, even my nipples stood out in the cold.
He came at me, still full of menace but stepping instead of pacing, snorting instead of growling. The beasts big wet nose sniffed at me as he stalked around me, searching out my neck, my chest, my spine, sniffing around.
My body jerked as a rough sandpaper tongue slapped my shoulder. The second time it struck it was as soft as velvet, wetting the area around my collar bone and throat, working his steaming saliva across my shoulder.
Big furry arms wrapped around my torso from behind and gently the beast lifted me from the floor, still licking as his muscled chest rested against my shoulders. His warmth was invigorating and I found myself sinking into his heat against the harsh cold.
His chest rumbled against my spine and I felt large canines rest on my shoulder, his arms flexed, pinning me against him and, as best I could, I prepared for my sacrifice.
It hurt.
The instant his teeth penetrated my skin I cried out, he didn't slowly sink teeth into me; he just bit down and held me, taking my willingness into his gulping throat, taking in my blood.
Muscles in my shoulder tensed and flared with pain at every tiny movement, every time his throat worked, or when I sucked in a harsh breath and I could feel myself flow into his mouth. His tongue had come back to life slathering around the wound. Again I cried out as his canines withdrew from me and as my blood freely flowed he suctioned his lips to my flesh.
For minutes he fed, drinking away at my gushing neck. A tingling began in my extremities, a fuzz that crept up my arms toward the suckling werewolf. Simultaneously a grey fuzz rounded the edges of my vision. A ping of emotional pain echoed low in my gut. The big bastard had gone back on his word, he was killing me.
I felt the human begin his inevitable struggle within my gasp. It was one of the best things about being a lycan, the first part of your humanity that you have to accept is gone, the ingestion of a humans blood. He cried out, weaker now as the liquid gold flowed away from his vocal cords.
Karl walked in front of us, he was getting hungry as well but I sure as hell wasn't going to share such a welcoming meal. I growled at him and he bent low, submissively bowing at my superiority and I conveyed, as best I could in this form, that he should go find his own food.
He whimpered. Karl was expecting scraps from me but even though I was his alpha I wasn't his father.
I released the human's neck and roared at the whimpering Karl who fled down the side passage as fast as his haunches could take him.
I waited until I couldn't hear his clacking claws on the stones before returning to my charge. I groaned as I looked into his face. The golden rule of eating someone is not to look into their face, you always see a part of your missing humanity and this man was no exception, he was my type of guy, even looked like a lover from back when I was human, dark and handsome, tousled hair, yeah the type bought back memories, memories from Mexico a few hundred years ago. I might be white as a human but I had traveled.
I looked at the unconscious human and licked his seeping wound. Adrian, he had said on the radio that his name was Adrian. Damn there goes rule number two.
Adrian hardly made a move in my arms as I carried him through the labyrinthine tunnels toward home. He wasn't dead yet, partially and other parts of him were dying as the virus wracked his system but I had crossed the threshold, I had made my mind. This human, this Adrian, he would be the perfect mate, a good lycan, and the changes were already starting. Only one obstacle remained between our union. Lucian, alpha even to me.
As I pondered the thousands of ways our conversation could go my body went to autopilot, guiding me through the grates and doors, over crates, under beams and chains. I could feel the pack as I grew closer, smelt the musk of fur.
Amber eyes flashed in the darkness and abruptly two guards appeared from hiding, silent invisible assassins. The sniffed at me, queried my scent, the scent of the man in my arms, not a vampire, me again. Were I in human form I would be angrier, 'It's me, Zak, look at the stripe on my back' but as a wolf I was a touch intimidated by the guards, assassins trapped in werewolf form. Without so much as a snort they vanished again back to concealment. Good riddance.
I entered the pack territory without further hindrance, more relaxed packmates lounged in the more open spaces, fiddling with stolen televisions, fighting over more comfortable positions, some of the younger lycans smoked and drank away at their problems, older ones had given up. It takes a lot of beer to get a lycan drunk. Still others gambled or play fought amongst themselves, beasts and humans. A heated pair mated under the stairs. The fair haired male pummeled onto the pussy of his mate, who moaned and threw her head back in ecstasy.
I continued past them all toward the heart of Lucian's lair
"Ah Zak" Lucian was examining a set of blood filled vials, methodically scrutinizing each one "Feeding time over so quickly?"
I grunted and began to revert to my human form.
Lucian turned. He wasn't a big man, deceptively small for the leader of the lycans, in his mid six or seven hundreds, actually all he managed to look was pale and gaunt but he still fiercely beat all who challenged him. His brow furrowed slightly. "Who's this?"
I finished reverting and re orientated myself "With your blessing, Lucian, I would take him as my charge"
Lucian was studying my bite mark "Interesting angle of attack" he mused then his tone changed "Unacceptable Zak, you go out to feed and find someone you want to turn instead, no doubt he stirs up some inner passion or memory. Experience should have taught you that mating is for your mind to choose not your crotch. Besides, it is simply not the way we work, many months must be spent confirming compatibility, covering up their absence and then spending time and energy to convert them. Take your fill or dump him in the tunnels for one of the more hungry lycans to feed" he turned back to his bottles and vials
"Lucian" I growled low "For many a century I have guarded your secrets and followed you down the path of glory you have laid out for me. Unquestioningly I have dived into uncertain situations to deliver or protect for you." I went to my knees "As a submissive I beg of my master to grant me this" I rose and stood next to him "As a comrade I humbly request it. And as a friend it is one of my only requests through the ages"
He considered me standing naked there holding a half dead human and one of his shadow smiles played across his face "That was quite a speech, Zak" he looked at Adrian apprehensively "It's at your discretion and only yours that this human turns, it is not my responsibility in any way. Understood"
I bowed low "Of course Lucian"
"Good, then be a good man and find out what's keeping Raze would you? Singe stop this young human from bleeding to death would you? If Zak has his way he'll be a lycan soon enough"
It was another hour before I could get my new mate to my quarters. I stripped him of what was left of his clothes and then spooned up to him in my dank little bed, preserving his body against the cold; I threw a blanket over us for extra protection. I gloried at having someone in my bed. I'm not going to say that I haven't had a mate since I turned, that would probably be impossible. The first year, your body controls your mind and I often found myself driving my cock into anything I could, men, women, lycan, human. They all had holes that I was dying to fill. That is also the best time for learning, when the more powerful lycans throw you on your ass for even suggesting it, but they've been through it before.
That said it's been a good few years without a warm body in the bed next to me. In a few days we would see how right this Adrian is for me.
A yellow brick of fog tore itself through my thoughts. Glimpses of shadows in my mind like a bad quality black and white movie. I saw people, places, things, a chaotic jumble of senses.
A clip, I was watching some guy in the street, cobbled paving stones, mud buildings, the guy was wearing a poncho of some description, and he was getting beat.
A thin wiry white guy was pummeling him, it shouldn't have even been possible but there it was like lightning. I fired a shot with my revolver. The white guy didn't fly backwards, didn't collapse. He turned his ice blue eyes on me, he roared showing impossible fangs. Vampire. And he fought us both. Fought us until we were dying on the street and his hands were bloody.
Then a howl and he was gone in a violent explosion of blood and a beast stepped over me offered to let me live.
I accepted.
I awoke; cold sweat ran along my body making me a slick mess. A taste of blood in my mouth, not mine. The man in the bed behind me tightened his grip on my torso, spooning our bodies together, a wild exotic scent in my nostrils. Where the hell am I?
And then I was on my back a thousand miles away...
...from home. Could hardly remember home, it was long ago in another life. It didn't matter anyway. Life as a lycan was so much more rewarding than my life as a human. My pack was more than a family could ever be.
I looked to my lover, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice to him, ready to let him shove his full lupine rigidness into my human ass. The final barrier between lover and mate. Matars brutish face silently asked me if I was ready for him, his golden eyes locked onto my own. His front paws were on either side of my chest so I held my knees open for him. At my invitation his slime slickened point raped into me but over the pain I only felt love.
But it was pain that woke me up, my body a melting twisting furnace. I was carried outside and was violently sick into the gutter; my eyes were blurry and swimming.
"What the fuck is wrong with me" I yelled and a voice replied sounding far too cheery to be in reality even though I could feel his sorrow for me "Almost full moon"
"This is not...."
"... happening. I won't accept it"
"I am sorry to bear the bad news"
I hit the lycan reporting to me, hard. The war wasn't going as planned, Lucian was working his dying angle but his expectations of how many lycans would truthfully fall was greatly under exaggerated. At this mortality rate it would be a good five hundred years before we would be strong enough to fight back.
But it was this news that was the most disturbing. Matar was leading the front lines, there was no way that he would fall to an ambush, no way. My most trusted, my lover, my love.
In human form I hit the front lines in ten minutes, we were suppose to be withdrawing now but I had to see it, I had to see my lover impaled a dozen different ways to a wall, uncompromising. I had failed the one objective I had intended to adhere to.
And with a scream.... I started to transform.
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