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Angry gray storm clouds swirled and grew darker as I stared at them through the classroom window, only half paying attention to Mrs. Rosenblatt's lesson on covalent bonds. Today was the thirteenth of October, and the day I finally turned eighteen. It was hard to stay focused since school was almost over, and I'd be out with two of my best friends cruising the nightclubs, now that I was old enough.

Something tapped me on the arm before falling to the desk, and I glanced down at a paper note, neatly folded into a triangle with my name scribbled on the front. It was from Brandon, one of the friends I'd be tearing up the town with later. I hadn't heard from him all day, and chemistry was the only class we shared together. We had the same lunch period at least, but we'd somehow missed each other today.

Hey, I got some bad news about Andrew. He won't be coming with us tonight. I'll explain it after class.

I'm still on for tonight, though, don't worry.

I turned and gave Brandon the usual cocked brow when he was vague about things. He was a little taller than me, light brown hair with a jock physique. He was pretty hairy, with thick sideburns and a neatly trimmed goatee. His eyes used to be hazel when we were younger, but they lightened to an odd brownish-amber a year ago.

Why didn't he bring this thing with Andrew up before class started? He shook his head and looked away, resting his cheek against his knuckles as the teacher droned on. There was something distant about his expression.

***

Brandon said nothing as we trudged through the halls before stopping at our lockers to put our books away.

"You okay?" I asked, the metal door of my locker clanking shut.

He didn't look up as he unloaded his books and slammed his own locker shut. "I'll tell you when we're in the car. I don't want anyone else hearing this."

My skin got a little colder, and my stomach had that sick feeling. Whatever it was, it was serious. Was Andrew hurt?

Brandon slung his backpack over his shoulder, and I followed him out to the student parking lot. The atmosphere was solemn and silent, like we were being led to a funeral wake. When we finally slid into the ripped up seats of his fifteen-year-old Corolla, he looked out his windshield before closing his eyes.

"Andrew's got the lycan gene."

What he said took way longer to sink in than usual. "What?"

"He started showing signs last night, and his parents called the NLC. They took him for observation." He took in a deep breath and latched his seatbelt before starting the engine. "His life is over now."

"How? Most people don't show signs until they're at least twenty."

"Not always," Brandon said, shifting into drive. "Sometimes teenagers go pre-turn too." He pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the road. "We're at that age where it's a crap shoot. It could be any one of us."

"Well, no one in my family's got it, so I'm fine."

"That doesn't matter. It's random. Yeah, you have more of a chance of turning if a parent or grandparent is a lycan, but you can still have it. Have you ever been tested?"

"Since there's no history, my parents never got one done for me." I looked over at my best friend as he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white. "What about you?"

He swallowed hard. "No... Dad won't--" Brandon paused and shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. We're gonna have fun tonight."

It was kind of hard to even think about having fun after hearing this. "Are we able to see him?"

He shook his head. "The NLC keeps all preturns for a few months to evaluate them, and they keep them away from people for years until they turn."

"How do you know so much about the process?"

"Some of us read, Aiden," he snapped, looking up at the sky as sprinkles of rain fell on his windshield. The car wobbled, occasionally jerking to the side as gusts of wind pummeled it. "Weather's getting bad."

"You know, I'm not feeling this tonight," I said, fidgeting with the lock knob while keeping my eyes averted. Brandon was irritable, and I felt like someone let the air out of me. Between the weather and the news, all I wanted to do was go home and lay in bed.

"I didn't mean--" The car jerked again and lightning forked from the sky, hitting a power pole twenty feet in front of us. "Holy fuck!"

"Damn," I shouted, jumping at the deafening crack while watching sparks fly from the wires over the road. After that, it was as if someone had emptied an Olympic-sized swimming pool on top of us. Visibility was so low that Brandon kept veering onto the flooded rumble strips that lined the side of the road. Our phones went crazy, letting out vibrating siren-like noises. I looked down to see a tornado warning in our area. "We need to get off the road. Your house is closer."

Brandon's eyes went wide as he turned down another street. "We're already on the way to your house."

"Seriously, we're gonna get sucked up in this thing and die, and you're still adamant about not letting anyone come over to your house."

"Aiden, I don't think--" Another wind gust caught his car, nearly causing the vehicle to hydroplane into a guardrail. "Shit. This is bad." He made a left on the next street and headed in the direction of his place while pressing a contact on his cell phone.

"I don't think you should do that when you can barely keep the car on the road."

"Shut up," he muttered before talking to whoever was on the other end. "Hey, there's a tornado warning and I'll be home in like two minutes." He shot me a sideways glance before lowering his voice, making it harder for me to hear. "I've got a friend with me, so can you..." He paused, and I heard a muffled male voice on the other end. "I don't want to argue. Just stay in your den." He hung up and tossed his phone on the middle console. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

"What's wrong with you? Who was that?"

"Nothing and no one. Let's just wait this out so we don't have to stay long." He pulled into the driveway of a tiny rectangular home, painted a tacky sky blue. It had a flat roof and one of the storm shutters hung at an angle off the window. The place looked like it had seen better days, and the yard was overgrown. "Stay in my bedroom and don't go into any other rooms."

"Jesus Christ. Do you live with criminals or something?"

"Just, please..." He put the car in park and pulled the keys from the ignition. "Alright, on the count of three."

We both counted to three and threw open the doors, leaving our bags inside before dashing to the front door, which had several deep scratches where paint looked like it had been clawed away. I didn't have time to examine it further as Brandon jerked it open, pulling me inside.

The house was dark and eerily silent, save for the howling wind outside.

"I guess the power's out."

He dragged me by the arm, rushing me toward the hallway. Despite its run-down appearance from the outside, his house was a lot cleaner than I thought it would be, but it was so dark I couldn't get a good look at the place. As we got to his room, there was an odor I picked up on immediately. It was strange--a mixture of beer, cologne, dog, and something else.

"Do you have a dog?"

"Yeah, we keep him in my dad's room," he said, opening his bedroom door before pushing me inside, quickly shutting the door behind us. His room was just as dark as the rest of the house, thick blankets nailed to his wall covering the window. There was just enough light peeking through the sides to see his bed. "God, this is awkward."

"What is?"

He sat on his bed. "Us in my room, in the dark... with nothing to do."

I plopped down beside him, and a smile cracked my face as I ran my fingers against his leg. "You know, I've seen some pretty hot gay porn that started like this."

"You're hilarious." He swatted my hand away. "I've always wanted to ask, but whenever we talk about it, you always change the subject. Have you actually kissed a guy before?"

"No," I said. "There's not exactly a bunch of out guys at our high school. Plus, aside from you and Andrew, no one else knows."

"Not even your parents?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know. It's not exactly something I've ever wanted to talk about with them. How would I even bring it up in conversation? 'Mom, I love your meatloaf. Oh, and speaking of loving meat...'"

"You don't have to be explicit, jeez, but you can't just assume. You also probably shouldn't bring it up last minute at a Thanksgiving dinner either, with your future boyfriend sitting at the table wondering what the hell is going on."

"God, how awkward would that be?" I let out snorted laugher and shook my head. "Let me worry about getting a boyfriend first, then I'll think about it."

Small branches hit the window, and the house creaked as the storm outside intensified. There was a pinging noise, like someone tapping the metal railing outside with a stick. In moments, solid thudding on the roof joined the noise. I peeked through the slit in the blanket covering the window to see hail smacking the ground outside, bouncing before disappearing into the overgrown lawn.

"Okay, stepping away from the gay discussion for a moment, shouldn't we be in an actual closet right now?"

Brandon cracked a smile, and grabbed a pillow, tossing one at me. "That's a good idea."

We dashed across the room toward a crooked, sliding wood door that had fallen off its aluminum track. Brandon gave it a hard tug, dragging it open before stepping inside with me close behind.

"I just realized something," I said, sitting on the floor with the pillow over my head while trying to mask how terrified I was. The house groaned as if it were about to come apart piece-by-piece. "Today's Friday the thirteenth."

"Fitting." The door to his bedroom clicked, and the hinges squealed.

"You boys okay in here?"

I'd never heard a voice so deep in my life. It almost rattled the walls, rivalling the storm outside.

"Yeah dad, we're fine. Go away."

The door squealed and clicked shut.

"That was mean. Do you always talk to your dad this way? He was just checking on us, and given the situation it's probably not a good idea to be a dick before we all die."

"He knows better."

"What are you talking about?" I couldn't see Brandon's face in the pitch blackness of the closet, but judging from his tone, he probably wore the same uneasy expression from earlier, like he was hiding something. "I don't know shit about your family, and I've been your friend for like five years. Is it just you and your dad here?"

He remained silent.

"Oh come on, tell me. This really hurts that you don't even trust me enough to open up."

After another moment of quiet, I could feel him turn to me. "Fine. I'm gonna tell you something, but you can't tell another soul. Understand?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm your best friend. When have I ever spilled a secret?"

"Really? You wanna go there?" I cringed. "How about last month when you told Heather what I really felt about her?"

"I did that because I knew she liked you too, and you're too much of a damn pussy to get the ball rolling." My voice went from annoyed to cocky. "And it all worked out, didn't it?"

Silence.

I jabbed my elbow against his arm. "Huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. And where's my thank you?"

"How did you get her to ask me out? She's like, a solid ten and I'm..."

"First of all, you're selling yourself way too short, because you're pretty hot yourself. And second, I may have let Heather in on my little secret, too."

"She knows?"

"Yup," I said, placing the pillow in my lap as the wind died down outside. "Heather's pretty cool, and girls are pretty--let's just say--interested in guys like you. Think about it, a guy who's confident enough in his sexuality to hang out... and make out with his gay best friend..."

"Fuck, you did not tell her that, did you?"

"Eh... I can't remember who said what. All that matters is the result, right? She hooked up with you, and you guys are still going strong." I turned to give him a shove. "So... you're welcome."

"Heh," he said, still stunned. "Well damn. Thanks."

"Yeah, now for the secret?" My phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I lifted it to my face to see it was Mom. "Hold that thought." I swiped up and answered. "I'm alive."

"Where are you?" she asked, sounding out of breath.

"At Brandon's. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it didn't hit here, but half the town's torn up. They're telling everyone to stay put because of the downed power lines and trees everywhere. Ask Brandon if it's okay with his parents if you stay over for the night."

I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Well, there was a tornado, and it kind of ate half the town."

"Shit, are your parents okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine. My mom wants to know if I can stay the night here. There are live power lines and trees down." There were about five seconds of silence. "Hello?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. You can stay."

I put the phone back up to my ear. "Brandon says it's fine," I said, my tone growing more angry by the second. Even in an emergency, he didn't want me to stay over, and I started to understand why. I didn't know whether to be heartbroken or furious.

"Alright," she said. "We're gonna help the neighbors. We'll keep you in the loop. Hopefully, everyone's safe. Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too, mom," I said, hanging up before pushing myself from the floor, jerking open the door.

"What's wrong?"

"You're an asshole," I said, putting my phone back in my pocket. "I've got other friends. I'll try calling them."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Brandon stood and hurried over to me as I sat back down on the bed.

"It's about me being gay, isn't it? That's the whole reason you never invited me to your house, and why you were so freaked out about letting me stay the night. Jesus Christ, if this bothered you so much, you should have just had the balls to say something."

"That's not it at all," Brandon shouted, throwing his hands in front of me to stop me from speaking. "Aiden, I don't care about the whole gay thing. That's not why I'm worried."

"Then what is it? Is it about the secret?" His phone began to ring, and I groaned in frustration. "Damn, why is everyone calling right now?"

"Uh, because we just kinda had a major natural disaster?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, calming down as he answered the phone.

"Heather?" he asked, his face going pale. "Slow down, are you okay?"

After a minute of listening to garbled talking through his phone, I mouthed the words 'is she okay?' He held up a finger and nodded as she continued talking on the other end.

"Which hospital?" When he asked that, I jerked my head toward him. "Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't worry about him, I'm sure he's fine."

He hung up the phone and gave me another worried look. "Shit, I gotta go take her to the hospital. Her dad's car was blown off the road, and her mom's heading there from work. She said he's only got a concussion, and a few broken bones, but she's freaked."

"Damn." I shoved my hand in my pocket and pulled out my phone again. There was an x through the signal lines. "You don't mind me staying here."

"Fuck that. You're coming with me."

"And where's Heather gonna sit? My lap? Your back seat is full of shit."

"I'll clean it."

"Just go," I said. "She needs her man to save the day, and I just want to get some sleep."

"You know, according to the Baptist church, this tornado's probably your fault," Brandon said, picking up his pillow from the closet floor and tossing it at my head.

"No, it couldn't have been me, I haven't even had sex yet. But when I do..." I threw the pillow against the headboard of the bed. "I expect full-on ancient Egyption plagues. Nothing less will satisfy my lust for destruction."

He let out stifled laughter and walked toward the door. "Stay in this room. Don't go anywhere else in the house."

"What if I've got to take a shit? Use your closet?"

"Okay, only the bathroom and the bedroom. That's it."

"Can I meet your dad?"

"What did I just say?"

I grabbed the pillows and fluffed them, slipping off my shoes before throwing myself back on his bed. "Damn, what the hell is in this mattress? Gravel?"

"You can always sleep on the floor," he muttered, before turning the knob. He froze and looked back at me. "Man, I don't know about this."

"Just go. You're freaking me out. I'll stay in the bedroom."

He let out a sigh and nodded. "Alright. Call me if... anything weird happens."

"Why the hell would anything weird happen?"

"Dad's a little... different, and he doesn't know boundaries. Just ignore him." He opened the door and peeked out into the hall. "I'll tell him you're staying, and that I'll be back. Hopefully, since the power's out, he goes hunting or something away from the house." With that, he walked out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

***

The clicking of a door in the hallway woke me from an interesting nightmare about Andrew. I rolled over and looked at my phone sitting next to me, which read seven PM. I'd been asleep for three hours. Eight missed text messages displayed on the home screen; four were from Brandon, and I began reading them in sequence.

5:36 R U okay?

6:02 Im gona b late. Heathers dad is ok but she wants me 2 stay @ her house. I cant turn that down. Let me no if u r ok

6:24 Whats going on man? phone goes rite to vm. did dad do something 2 you?

6: 49 Heather is pissed at me cuz I keep trying 2 call u. Im bout 2 leave here if u dont call back soon.

That last message was about ten minutes ago, which may have been enough time to hopefully save his evening. I picked up the phone and tapped his number. It rang once before a very irate Brandon picked up.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Chill Dad. I fell asleep. Nothing's happened since you left."

"Why was your phone off?"

"It wasn't. It just didn't ring. You know how bad the service has been since the tornado. I'm surprised I could get through to you now."

He paused and took in a deep breath, exhaling with obvious relief. "Man, you should see it. They're saying this could have been an EF4. Most of the houses that were in the path of this thing are gone. There're ambulances and rescue trucks everywhere. I left to go home, but had to drive back to Heather's because apparently there's a curfew. The cops aren't letting anyone on the road, so I'm stuck here."

"I slipped a couple condoms in your jacket pocket. There's already enough screaming babies in this world, and they are having more screaming babies."

"That's not funny," he lowered his voice, probably in case Heather was close by. "Thanks man. She can't keep her hands off me."

"Dude, I'm so proud of you. Way to take advantage of a poor girl while she's emotionally vulnerable. Get 'er done!"

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"Well fuck. Now that you put it that way..."

"I'm kidding. I'm sure she's fine, but just in case, make sure she's really okay before you guys go too far."

"Of course. I'm not a dick, and I really care about her." Muffled talking interrupted our conversation, likely him covering the receiver to say something to her. "Listen, are you going to be okay?"

"How many times are you going to ask me this?" The hall light beamed into the bedroom from under the door and the beeping of appliances rang out through the house. "Joy be to Jesus, the power just came back on."

"Well that makes me feel a little better."

"Is power back on over there?"

"Not yet. At least now you can watch TV or something, and it'll keep dad occupied."

"Why are you so concerned about your dad?"

His voice came through the speaker quieter than last time. "Just stay in my room, okay? If you happen to run into him, don't freak out. I'll explain everything when I get back."

And with that, he told me his secret without telling me. "Alright. I'm gonna just go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"G'night man. Gotta get back to, uh, what I was doing earlier."

"Gross," I muttered. "Goodnight."

The phone clicked, and I lay back on the bed, grabbing the remote control from the nightstand next to me. As my finger hovered over the power button, there was a slow shuffling coming from the hallway. Heavy footsteps trudged toward the living room, then moments later, they returned. Two leg shadows blocked the light pouring in under the gap in the door, stopping in front of the room.

I barely breathed, waiting for the shadows to move on, and after another few seconds, they headed deeper into the hall. The bed seemed to vibrate with my rapid heartbeat, and I swallowed hard as I understood what was out there lurking around.

Brandon's dad must have been a lycan. That was why he kept it secret for so long, never letting anyone over. It hurt to know he didn't trust me enough to tell me, but who could blame him? He was probably already being monitored by the NLC for any signs of mutation since the gene ran in his family. If this got out, it could really mess him up and probably ruin his relationship with Heather and anyone close to him.

Since his father lived at home, he must have passed all the annual cognitive tests and mental evaluations they put all lycan's through. I'd always wanted to meet one, but they rarely lived around other humans, usually keeping to government housing in the more rural areas. Lycan's weren't allowed in public places human frequented, especially since Manny's law passed decades ago after a lycan lost control and ripped a man in half in a grocery store.

Poor Andrew. He just hit his pre-turn, which meant any plans he had for his future were over. Humans in pre-turn aren't quite full lycans; they're just really hairy humans with sharp teeth, claws, and sometimes a tail--at least from what I was told. I'd never seen one before.

When the hall light clicked off and a door shut, I took that as my cue to run to the bathroom before his dad wandered back out. I jumped out of bed and tiptoed toward the door, gently jostling it open before creeping out into the dark hallway.

There was a nightlight in the bathroom, so I could find my way quickly without meandering too much or tripping over anything. I shut the bathroom door and lifted the toilet seat, taking a piss while listening for any movement. As soon as I finished, I flushed the toilet and opened the door, rushing back into the hall, but not before running face-first into a solid mass of fur and muscle.

"Not gonna wash your hands, son?" His voice rumbled low from his throat. I looked up and saw his imposing figure in the dim glow from the bathroom nightlight. He was about three feet taller than me, and three times as thick. He reached back and flipped on the hall light. "Gotta get a better look at ya."

The light revealed everything I'd suspected. He was a massive lycan, dwarfing even me at five-foot-eleven. Light brown fur with a trace of silver covered him from head to toe, with a much thicker mane from the top of his head, draping his shoulders before trailing to a V on his chest. His ears were tall and pointed, eyes a blood orange that glowed a little, even in the light. The lycan's maw seemed to permanently snarl, giving him a heavy air of intimidation.

The mane on his head was styled in such a way that it resembled human hair, and the thicker fur on the sides of his face and chin were trimmed into a broad chinstrap beard attached to mutton chops. My eyes traveled downward, noting his arms, which were thicker than my thighs, and a slight beer belly ridged with bulging abdominal muscles.

He wore nothing but a pair of old torn briefs that barely contained what was hiding underneath. The outline of his huge bulging cock coupled with a ball sack bigger than I could hold with both hands seemed to stretch the worn fabric far beyond what it was ever meant to hold. If that monster got hard, that underwear was done for.

As I continued to take him in, I noticed his tail sway as it draped over the upper band of his briefs.

"Uh--hey Mr. Hayes," I said, barely able to swallow as I looked back up at the lycan's grinning face, his sharp canines poking down over his thin lower lips.

"Which one are you? Aiden or Andrew?"

"Aiden, sir."

"Ah, yeah. The gay one," he grunted, his tail swooshing side-to-side again.

"God damn it, I'm gonna kill Brandon."

The lycan let out a deep laugh, his narrow eyes widening in a less intimidating glare. "Hey, boy. Look at me," he said, placing his forefinger under my chin before tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "I'm a goddamn lycan. No one's gonna judge you in this house. Can't change who you are no more than I can go back to bein' human."

That was an unexpectedly kind remark, coming from someone who oozed potent masculinity from every part of his body. He had an unusually pleasant scent, cologne mixed with sweat, beer and... something else. My heart fluttered, and I had a hard time determining if I was in mid-panic, or if I was turned on. Jesus Christ, I had to turn myself back off, and soon. This was my best friend's dad, and he wasn't even human.

"Brandon was worried about me talking to you. Maybe I should--"

"He's MY son, not the other way around. He doesn't tell me who I can or can't talk to, and he ain't your dad neither." The annoyance in his tone made me wince, but I calmed down when he extended his enormous, clawed hand. "I don't get to meet people that often."

I smiled and met his friendly gesture. It was like shaking hands with a rough baseball glove as it completely swallowed my hand to the wrist.

"So, you're safe? Not gonna lose control or anything?"

"Son, I haven't lost control yet in the fifteen years I've been like this. You're gonna be fine." He motioned toward the back room. "Come on, let's talk. I don't sit on the living room couch, it's too small, and I shed a lot."

Did he want me to go into his bedroom? My eyes shifted toward Brandon's bedroom door. "Listen, maybe I should--"

"Ain't gonna bite you, you little shit. Come on. Think of this as a bit of community service for an old wolf."

There was something weird about his tone. It was almost seductive in a way, but that could have just been my horny teenage brain reading more into this than it should have. Following this lycan to his bedroom was both exhilarating and terrifying, but I didn't want to piss him off.

"Sure, alright," I said, following him down the hall. His tail fanned faster as he turned and opened the door to the room, me trailing at a short distance behind him.

"This is my den. It's where I do most of my... thinkin'." I cautiously walked into the room, and the smell hit me like a punch to the nose. It was his scent, yes, but there was a lot of something extra lingering in the air, something it only took a few seconds to figure out. It was kind of weird knowing he'd just jerked off in that room, but I didn't want to say anything.

He plopped down on an oversized couch, torn in a few places with padding and cotton sticking out through the rips. A few empty beer cans lined the space between the cushions, which he soon grabbed and chucked into a corner trash can.

The room glowed a light blue from the flatscreen tv sitting on a small table in front of the couch, and there was a mini fridge next to that.

"Want a beer?" he asked, giving me a wicked stare.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm not legal yet."

"Fuck legal. How old are you?"

"I just turned eighteen today."

His wolfish grin widened at my revelation. "Legal enough, and happy birthday." He stood and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle before tossing it to me. I fumbled nervously, but caught it before it fell to the floor. "Kinda sucks you have to spend it here, but mother nature's been a bitch today, hasn't she?"

"Yeah," I said, sitting down on the sofa, looking straight at the blank television. The cushions dipped as he sat next to me, the sound of tapping glass and fizzing catching my ears. I turned in time to see him guzzle down the entire bottle of beer, which was comically tiny compared to his hands. "Brandon and I were supposed to go to a club."

"He didn't tell me where he was goin'," Mr. Hayes said with a loud belch. He smacked his lips and grinned again, looking down at the bottle still in my hands. He slipped his fingers around the neck of the bottle, slowly rubbing them up and down while he stared at me. His thumb claw caught the lip of the cap, and with an effortless flick, it flew off. "Start drinkin'. Gotta celebrate, you know." He paused and looked at the door. "You know when he's gonna be back?"

I looked down at the bottle and licked my lips. That blatant sexual gesture was a little too much to ignore. That was another huge neon sign telling me exactly what was happening here. He was just as horny as I was.

"Uh, he said he--he was gonna spend the night at Heather's. There's a curfew right now and he can't leave."

"Sounds like he's gonna be having more fun than you."

I let out a nervous laugh before putting the bottle to my lips, hesitating. What was I about to do? I didn't want to get drunk around Brandon's randy-as-fuck lycan dad, but it was kind of exciting to drink my first beer. My dad sure as hell wouldn't let me do this.

The lycan stared intensely as I took a swallow. I grimaced as the bitter, heady beverage hit my tongue, but I wanted to get in three to four swallows and make it seem like it was no big deal.

"You don't gotta force yourself to drink it if you don't like it," Mr. Hayes said, patting me on the back. "It's an acquired taste, and it'll loosen you up a little."

"You sure this is okay?"

"It's just you and me here, and I ain't tellin'." He leaned over and grabbed another beer from the fridge, popping the top with his thumb claw. "I'm the cool dad," he said, holding up the bottle as if he were toasting. I held up my beer and clinked it against his. "It's your birthday, you get to do whatever you want in this house." He knocked back the bottle and in mere seconds it was empty. "I got harder shit too, if you want."

"That's okay. I'm still working on this," I said, putting the bottle to my lips again before taking another four swallows. It wasn't quite as nasty this time, and I decided to take a few more gulps. "Hmm, you're right. It is an acquired taste." The moment I laughed, it felt a lot more natural than earlier. Despite his naturally angry-looking face, he was pretty easy going.

"Got any lycans in your family?" he asked, leaning back before lifting one of his legs, resting his firm calf over his knee in a relaxed pose.

"Not that I know of." I took another couple of swallows of beer. "One of my friends went pre-turn. Brandon told me today."

"Poor kid," Mr. Hayes said, his expression didn't change. "Once you get past the pre-turn part, bein' a lycan is pretty great. You get bigger, you don't really get old, you can live and survive just about anywhere, and you can fuck for hours and never get tired."

My eyes widened and shifted toward him.

"Downside of it is, I have to have my kid get shit for me, and have my booze delivered since he's not old enough to buy it. I'm gonna get outta this town once Brandon graduates." He grabbed another beer, but held in his hands, a grimace replacing the grin he wore earlier. "Sometimes I feel like a burden to him, but I do love the kid. He's my flesh and blood. His mother didn't want him after I turned, so I raised him by myself as a pre-turn, and when he was three, that was when I hit my full turn. Poor little guy was scared to death. The goddamn NLC wanted to take him, but I did what I could, passed every test so they'd let me keep him. They still come here every three months to make sure I'm still 'fit' to be a parent. I hate this fuckin' society."

Brandon made him seem like this scary guy, but he really loved his son. Even when it seemed impossible, he did everything he could to stay in Brandon's life. I knew some friends whose dads disappeared when they were kids, hiding from child support.

"You sound like an awesome dad," I said, giving him a soft smile before finishing off what was in the bottle. "How about another?"

Every tooth in his mouth glistened in the television's glow as he grinned. "You got it, kid." He popped the lid off the bottle he was holding and handed it to me. "And thanks. You know, Brandon might need a good friend later on. He's gonna turn eventually, but I ain't told him yet. He's not showing any signs, and I want him to enjoy being human while he can."

My heart dropped. "How do you know? I thought it was random."

"Lycans can always tell who's gonna turn eventually and who ain't. Humans can't tell because they can't smell it." There was apprehension in his tone as he spoke, his gaze locking on mine with an intensity that made my neck hair stand straight. "You mind if I ask you some personal questions?"

"Not at all," I said, taking another large gulp of beer. My lips had an odd tingling sensation and everything seemed further away than it was. Was this what it was like to get tipsy?

"You ever been with a guy before?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"Gotta be kinda rough on you," he said, grabbing another bottle from the fridge. "I was a teenager once, you know. Horny as hell, stickin' my dick in as many holes as I could find. It was easy for me goin' after all the girls, but for you, it's gotta be frustrating not easily knowin' if there's any guy willing to grease your pole."

"It's funny; I was having this same conversation with Brandon earlier." I looked down, swishing the liquid in the bottle. "I'm glad to have him as a friend."

"He's a good kid. Always has been. There are times I think he was just born responsible. I'd like to think I raised him like that, but that's just the way he's always been. He's had to grow up a lot faster than most kids his age."

I finished the second bottle, and my head felt a little lighter than before. "I was hoping tonight I'd get to play the field a bit and see what was out there. You know how high school is. Maybe it'll be easier to find someone now that I'm an adult."

We both sat still in silence. I kept my gaze straight ahead, but his glowing orange eyes were still staring at me. It was so intense that even with a buzz, there was this heaviness, like a pressure. He was so imposing and rugged, and all it did was make what was happening in my pants that much worse. I tried to hide it, shuffling in the seat while pulling down my shirt.

All of this was so wrong.

The cushion dipped as he leaned close to my face. "Alright, enough beatin' around the bush. What do you wanna do, kid?"

"What?" I wasn't stupid, but I was having a hard time coming to terms with what was happening.

He grabbed my shirt and lifted it enough to see the erection I was trying to hide. "The neat thing about bein' a lycan is, it don't matter, male or female, I'd be down for anything." His hand fell on my leg before gripping my crotch. "You don't gotta do nothin' you're not comfortable with, but I can take care of that for ya. Give you a birthday to remember."

I was shaking under his touch, but I wasn't afraid of him. This was all the anticipation I put on pause during our heart-to-heart earlier. My pulse raced out of control and I could barely swallow.

"You're my best friend's dad. This is wrong."

"Your body doesn't lie, kid. That's what gets you hot, isn't it?" His snout was so close that the heat from his breath made my face damp. "I'm the daddy you want right now, so tell me what you want me to do to you. No one's gonna interrupt us. We can go all..." His tongue traced along my neck, up to my mouth. "Night..." He stood up and fell forward, his massive hands sinking into the back cushion of the sofa on both sides of my head as he hovered over me. "Long..."

Before I could think of anything to say, his toothy maw pressed against my mouth, and his long tongue pushed its way inside. I'd never kissed anyone before, let alone a lycan, and our mouths didn't quite fit. There was an awkwardness, and his sharp teeth grazed my lips as he pressed harder into me. My dick was so hard, it was painful, my erection throbbing against the rough seam of my jeans.

He pulled away. "Gonna get outta them clothes?."

I was trembling so much that when I went to stand, I collapsed back onto the couch. He helped me to my feet, and I gripped the lower half of my shirt. "Mr. Hayes."

"Call me dad," he said, grabbing the shirt before pulling it the rest of the way off. For whatever fucked up reason, he was right. This was doing it for me.

"D--dad," I said as more blood rushed from my head to my groin. With unsteady hands, I fumbled with the button of my jeans before sliding them down around my ankles..

"Atta boy," he growled, pushing me back onto the couch. He lowered himself to one knee and slid my pants all the way off. "Dad's gonna take good care of his boy." His snout pressed against my boxers, and he breathed in deep before looking up at me, his eyes like fire. "Judging by your dick, I already know the answer, but... you okay with this?"

"Y--yeah. What are you gonna do?" I whispered, my words breathy as a jagged grin creeped up his maw.

"I'm not doin' nothin' until I hear you tell me what you want done to you."

"Mr. Hay--"

"Nah-uh," he interrupted, his snout wrinkling. "What'd I tell you to call me?"

"Dad," I whispered. This was so weird, but holy shit... I licked my lips and continued. "Can you... suck my... dick? Can lycans even do that?" My face got hot. I never thought I'd say those words out loud, especially not to him.

"Sure can," he grunted, pulling my boxers off before tossing them across the room. He leaned back in and smirked, giving my crotch one more sniff before his rough tongue hit the base. I let out a gasp and shuddered as it slid up my shaft to the head. As embarrassing as it was to admit, I was about to come already. Everything about him drove my body to the brink--from his monstrous appearance to the heavy muskiness of his scent. Hell, even his deep voice made me weak. I was so helpless under him, and that made the arousal even more intense.

All I could feel was damp heat as my cock disappeared into his mouth. I was so impatient for him to get me off that I'd forgotten about those rows of long, pointed teeth. As thin as his lips were, there was enough of a buffer between them and the vulnerable flesh being wrapped in his long, slender tongue.

It was too much. I screamed out and gritted my teeth while shuddering, but he wasn't finished with me. Each time I groaned out, he sucked harder, until I finally yelled, "Dad, stop!" He froze, letting my cock slip from his dangerous jaws. I let my body go limp, my breathing rapid as he climbed over me.

"You ever played with your ass before?" he asked before pulling me up off the cushion. Supporting my bare rear with his rough, padded hands, he lifted me, which forced me to wrap my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall back. My thighs instinctively locked onto the lycan's hips as he turned and sat back down on the sofa with me straddling his lap. I could feel him pulsing under me, not yet hard, but stiffening. The head of his enormous dick pressed through his underwear into the cleft of my ass, making every inch of my body tense.

I hesitated to answer his question, my face burning as I thought about how many random household items I'd used to get myself off over the years. Ever since I discovered how good it felt to have that part of me filled, I kept doing it. Since we'd already gone this far together, I didn't see the point of being embarrassed anymore. The alcohol helped with that.

"Yeah," I whispered, lying against his chest that was both rock hard and soft at the same time. "I know what it feels like."

"You don't know shit," he said, eyes glowing and grin half-cocked. "There's nothin' like the real thing." He rocked his hips under me in a slow, rhythmic motion. "You want the real thing?"

I pushed myself away, but gasped when his hips thrust upward, causing me to fall back into him again. "There's no way in hell that thing's gonna fit."

"You think you're the first human guy I've fucked?" His finger settled under my chin again as he scrutinized my face. "You're the youngest, but you ain't the first. I'm not gonna pressure you to do something you ain't ready for, though." Shit. He was getting bigger under me, and I could hear the fabric of his underwear ripping. "I don't think you've got it in you to refuse though." The flimsy old briefs tore completely, and I could feel his slick cock glide up the crack of my ass, spreading me apart with its terrifying girth. "Looks like I need some new underwear."

"You're gonna end up killing me with that," I said, my head still fuzzy from the alcohol. "There's no way..."

"Hey now," he growled out, his gaze more earnest than before. "Don't you worry about that. What kind of shitty dad would I be if I hurt my boy?"

He was really getting into that role, and it was almost weird not to play along now. "Alright, dad. If it won't hurt, I wanna feel it."

"Oh, it's gonna hurt." He sat up, wrapping his broad arms around my body. "The first time you ever stuck somethin' up there, did it feel good?"

"No, it didn't."

"Did that pain stop you?"

"Well... no. But--"

"That's what I thought. It felt good after the pain went away. You've never taken somethin' as big as me before, so it's gonna hurt a little. I'm gonna go really slow, though. I'll give you plenty of time to feel good before I destroy that tight little ass of yours." He lifted me again before setting me on the couch. I could see all of him now, his veiny monster throbbing, sticking straight out, as thick as my arm as he stood in front of the tv. "I got somethin' that'll help out a lot."

He opened one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a black bag. After unzipping it, he reached in and grabbed a brown bottle of what looked like lube before shoving his hand back in to grab an average-sized dildo. This was certainly an upgrade from the wooden handles and other things at home I'd used as makeshift toys.

He flashed a smile. "How you feelin'?"

I shook my head. "Weird. This is all so fucking weird. If Brandon finds out about this--"

"Then you better keep that mouth of yours shut, because I don't plan on saying nothin'." He squeezed some of the lube in a line on the toy before massaging it around with his hand, getting the entire length slick and ready. While this situation made me wince when I thought about Brandon, I couldn't help but want this more than anything right now. His father was probably the hottest guy I'd ever seen in my life, even more so since he was a lycan. There was something about him being both a father and a huge beast that made him irresistible to me. He was right earlier when he said I didn't have it in me to refuse him.

His slick palm and fingers slipped over my hole as he rubbed more of the lube over it, getting everything nice and slick. He kept his hand flat against me so as to not accidentally scratch anything sensitive with those sharp claws. Dad was gentle like he said he would be, knowing exactly what to do.

He picked up the toy and pressed the head against my ass. I'd played with myself enough that I knew how to relax so that it could slide in easier, but without me guiding it, I was worried he would push it too far before I was ready.

The tip of the rubber dick slid in just enough that I could feel the usual throbbing pain whenever I'd warm up. Before I could say anything, he was quick to pull it back out, and I took in a breath through clenched teeth.

"Let me know when the pain goes away," he said, holding the toy close to my hole again. As soon as the stabbing throbs stopped, I gave him a nod.

"Alright. I'm good."

He pushed the phallus back into place, and it popped in a little easier. There was still discomfort, but I didn't stop him from pushing it deeper into me until he'd gone all the way in. As he rotated it around, all my insides wanted to do was push as hard as they could to get the object out.

There was a numbness I felt around my hole. It was hot at first, but then any residual ache from earlier vanished.

"What is that? It's not hurting as much," I said as he pulled it out, rotating before slowly pushing it back in again.

"Yeah, it's a special lube. Like I said, you ain't the first human I've fucked." He maneuvered the toy faster, mimicking hard thrusting. It was better than anything I'd done before, especially since I didn't have to work at all. Even after my premature climax earlier, I was already hard again, and every thrust of the toy brought me closer and closer without even touching myself. "You like that, son?"

I let out a moan as I gripped the cloth of the cushion under me. "God... yeah..."

He slowed and stopped with every inch of the toy inside me. After a moment, he pulled it all the way back out with a bubbling slick noise. My ass felt so loose; it was hard to clench at all after that. He reached into the bag again, this time pulling out a black toy I'd seen a lot in porn. It was a plug, wider than the dildo at the base, and he lubed it before pushing the tip into me.

"This is gonna feel a little tight." Dad pushed it further and further in until the girth was too much that it got painful. He pulled it part of the way out, then pushed it back in again, each time going a little deeper than before, stretching me wider.

One final push, and the toy popped inside.

"Oh shit," I screamed, reaching under me.

"Calm down," he said, grabbing my arm. "It ain't going any further. Gonna keep that in you for a little bit." He stood up and sat next to me. "Come sit on dad's lap."

I shuffled forward, carefully avoiding using too much of my stuffed ass to scoot toward the edge of the couch before standing. The strange fullness of the plug had me limping, and I kept trying to push it out, but it wouldn't budge.

After climbing into dad's lap, he pulled me in close, his thin lips hot against mine. This time I was a little more into it, especially feeling every grind of his hips push the toy against the most sensitive areas inside of me.

Our tongues went wild as he would sometimes break away and lick my face. He let out threatening growls like the beast he was as he got even more unruly. It frightened me, but I couldn't stop. My body wouldn't stop craving the monster. The more animal he became, the more control I lost.

He was now thrusting his hips a lot faster into me, his firm cock slick against my taint, sliding heavy against my cock and balls. Though my eyes were closed as we kissed, I could make out an orange glow shining through my eyelids. Dad pulled back before throwing me onto the couch.

"Dad?"

He said nothing as drool roped from his maw. I was starting to worry as he positioned himself over me, grabbing the plug before pulling it away with a slick-sounding pop.

"Here's the fun part," he said, lifting one of my legs as he pushed the broad head of his cock against my aching ring. "It's gonna hurt, but you're never gonna be able to get enough of me, kid." Before I could respond, he broke through and I let out a scream. My ass had no resistance, but he was so thick that every muscle in my gut contracted. There was nothing my body could do against the onslaught of his immense length and girth. All I could do was grit my teeth and let out yelps as it slid deeper into me. Nothing had gone this deep in me before, and there was an entirely unfamiliar sensation of pain.

"This fucking hurts," I groaned out, my head slamming against the cushions as I tried to hold back, wanting to scream again.

He stopped and pulled back out, and I got some relief. It was short-lived as he drove it back into my depths again. I locked up and froze, but he'd pull back out, only to push it back in again. After a minute of slow, heavy thrusts, it went all the way to the hilt, and I thought I was going to pass out. However, it wasn't from pain anymore.

Dad grinded harder, trying to get even more into me. I glanced downward to see a slight bulge in my abdomen from where the head of his cock pressed against it. Curiously, I reached down and felt it; he pulled out and shoved it all the way back in. The rise and fall of the lump on my stomach was exhilarating. I was able to take that mammoth thing all the way in.

"Fuck, Dad. Don't stop," I moaned out, and he tilted his head, smiling.

"What'd I tell ya, boy?" He repositioned me on the cushions, pulling me to the edge as he dropped to his knees. He was so tall that he could kneel on the floor while fucking me. "I sure hope you're ready, cause I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm finished. And that could be awhile."

With that, he let loose, thrusting into me so fast I barely had time to prepare for it. He snarled as he stared down at me, never breaking eye contact as he continued to drill my ass. My moans broke into rapid vibrato with each slam of his hips. His balls were like two oranges in a shaggy sack, relentlessly slapping against my dripping tailbone. There was something leaking out of me, but it wasn't lube or semen. It seemed too copious to be precum, but as it squirted from my crowded hole with every pull, giving me a split second of release, I couldn't think of anything else it could be.

He began to grunt in time with the quickening, off-steady rhythm of his thrusts, getting louder the faster he got until he pointed his maw to the ceiling and howled, slamming himself one last time into me.

A blast of heat shot up into my complaining guts as he unloaded. Tight pulses made the once pleasurable experience slightly uncomfortable as copious amounts of lycan spunk filled me. He pulled out once, letting some of it ooze out before slamming it back in deep. Thank God he didn't last as long as he said he would, because I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

As soon as he was finished, I took in his long, slender tongue again. The kiss lasted longer than before, but when I noticed he hadn't pulled out yet, I grew concerned. He was still a solid mass, steadily pulsing inside of me. When he began to thrust again, I pulled away.

"What are you doing?"

"You thought I was done?" He reared back and let out a deep laugh. "We ain't even started yet."

***

Dad arched his back and howled again, and the usual heat filled me. There was so much cum, and it had spilled out all over the couch and carpet. I'd never had so many orgasms in my life. Each time he'd come inside of me and start fucking me again, I couldn't get enough. What was happening to me? I could have gone on much longer, and we'd already been at it for about three hours.

We were all over the place: the floor, the couch, the walls, his dresser. He didn't stop, and I didn't want him to.

With one final thrust, he fell on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he panted.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his tone much more exhausted than earlier.

"Really good," I responded, leaning back while closing my eyes, my nose taking in the scent of sex and his musky body.

"I gotta tell you somethin', and I don't know how you're gonna react to it." The harsh glow in his eyes faded as his softening, spent cock popped out of me with a slick, squelch.

"What's wrong?"

"You got the gene, Aiden."

My body went rigid and cold.

"What? No way. That's impossible, there aren't any--"

"There don't have to be. It's random. I knew right when I first smelled you in this house. Now that I've fucked you, it confirms everything. Preturns are just as relentless as full lycans are durin' sex. You'd probably let me fuck you for a whole day, and you'd still be thistin' for more."

A shaky sob tore from my throat. "No! That can't be right. I don't even have any fur, how am I in pre-turn?"

"You're really close to it; I'm sorry. It ain't that bad, son, and you got a little while left before you start to change." He pushed himself up and pulled me up against him. "You don't need to go through it alone neither. Brandon's gonna change soon too, and I want you guys with me so that the NLC doesn't find out. I don't want you boys to go through that."

"But what about my family?"

"Tell 'em when you're ready, but if they threaten to make that call, you haul ass back here, and I'll take both you boys to the free lycan compound. They're far to the north, outside of the government's reach. It's not like you'd be leaving your parents forever, just long enough to make the full turn, when you're a little safer to be around." He placed his hand on my head and rubbed. "This doesn't have to be the end of the world. In fact, when you're around a bunch of your own kind, somethin' just feels right about it. Once Brandon or you starts showin' signs, I wanna head up there. I want you to come too." He kissed the side of my neck. "I'd like us to do this more."

I wiped away a few tears and sniffed, looking up at him. "What do you mean?"

"You're fun, kid, and you're gonna want to fuck a lot once you start shifting." He gave a half-grin. "The father-son thing kinda does it for me. And no, before you ask, it doesn't mean I wanna bang Brandon. It's just fun to pretend with someone else his age."

"Yeah, that was kinda hot... Dad."

"You wanna go again? Take your mind off the pre-turn thing?"

"Alright," I said, looking over at a bottle of Jack. "How about a drink first?"

He let out a laugh that shook the room before standing up. "Gettin' bold now, aren't we?"

My buzz was wearing off, and I didn't want the news he just broke to ruin the rest of the night.

"I guess it's part of growing up, huh?"

"Part of it," he said, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.

***

Despite drinking a little too much, I woke up in a dimly lit room in the arms of a giant lycan dad. I don't even remember how we got into his bedroom, but I did know that I had a headache, and my body was sore all over, especially my ass. I wasn't even sure how long we went for.

Damn, what a fun birthday, despite all the bizarre weather and learning what I was. I was glad I got to spend it with a pretty cool guy.

I groaned and rolled over, looking at the guy's face. Every time I kept thinking about him, I'd end up calling him Dad in my head. I suppose once I start turning, he'd likely end up being a dad to me. However, I couldn't help but get this sinking feeling that this relationship was a little too taboo.

"You're up," he said, stroking my abdomen.

"Do you know what time it is?"

He lifted the blanket away from his bedroom window, letting a moment of bright daylight into the room. "Well, shit."

"I'm gonna get a shower and get dressed before Brandon gets here."

"Did you enjoy your birthday?"

"It was awesome," I said, pushing away the covers, but he stopped me.

"If you're ever feelin' in the mood, I know a good place where we can meet without my kid findin' out."

"You're kid already fucking knows." Brandon's voice rang through the room, and both of us shot up out of bed, letting the covers fall. "Oh God, please, cover up. This is some traumatic bullshit right here, Dad. My best friend, too!" He rubbed his head as he leaned forward in the rocking chair he was sitting in.

A wild smirk went up the lycan's face, and he shot a flirty stare at me before his eyes narrowed on his son. "Guess you should probably call him Daddy now, huh?"

"No amount of therapy is ever going to make this right, Dad," he muttered.