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The first kiss...

'Why did they have to release him today?' The thought ran through Duke's mind as he watched the hospital transport pull up and wheel Kyle to his front door. He was concealed in the thick shrubbery opposite. Just two eyes peering through the branches in his shifted state. The moon was at full wax and still visible in the mid-morning sky, so he couldn't shift back easily and welcome him home.

_'Home. Ha! What sort of home was that? Kyle's own mother couldn't be arsed to bring her son home...instead leaving it to the fat volunteer who struggled up the path with ungainly contraption his 'Mate' was in.' _ Duke snarled to himself in anger. "The sooner I can get him away from here and I can re-join the pack...the better," he muttered. His pack had moved on a week ago, leaving him a following address. They had not been happy about the situation, but as it had indirectly been Antony's fault the whole mess had occurred, they gave him leave to do what he wished...one way or another.

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He watched as Kyle strained to reach the door lock, and turned his key, swinging the door open with a shove so his chauffeur could bump him up the step and into the unkempt darkness. Duke knew that it was filthy inside. Scott was still in hospital for some reason, and nothing had been done in the house since the day of the shooting. The fat, nameless guy who was probably on some sort of community service reappeared a few seconds later, closing the door behind him before hauling his ass back into the bus and driving off in a cloud of cloying exhaust smoke.

An old lady walked past towing an arthritic old German shepherd on a lead. The old boy turned to stare at Duke's hiding place, dry nose twitching as he caught the scent and his lips wrinkled up into a semi-snarl of a challenge. Duke shook his head, a low growl emanating from him as he poured out his Alpha pheromones, 'You do not want to challenge me old boy...' he projected with his body language, staring the feral down. The dog shook his head as his owner tugged at his collar, his ears and tail dropping, accepting the fact that maybe what was in the bushes was not worth a final glorious stand...he walked away, following his equally weak owner meekly down the pavement.

"I am to open here," Duke muttered to himself. "I will come back later when the moon releases its hold on me..."

****

Kyle wheeled himself angrily into the kitchen, bulling his way through the mess of unwashed clothes and detritus that littered the house's carpets. The place stank of gone off food and dust. He dared the refrigerator, and recoiled as things that Garfield would have described as 'Mystery Meats' seemed to lurch at him as light invaded their home for the first time in weeks. "Cans...there must be something I can get to," he muttered as he tried to open the store cupboards from his seated position. He couldn't reach, not a chance. Eventually he gave in an opened the under-counter stores and pulled out an open packet of cereal and a bowl cursing the fact that he had no milk. "Fuck it!" he shouted, throwing the bowl to shatter against the stove.

Dropping the cereal packet onto his lap he rolled himself into the lounge. He couldn't even have a game session to take his mind off things as his room was as unreachable as the uppermost slopes of Everest to him at the moment. Finding the remote he flicked on the TV and parked himself in front of it, flicking through the channels until he came across some repeats of an eighties cop show. He scooped a handful of dry, sugary flakes from the box on his lap and began munching as the noise of squealing tyres, mild curses and gunshots that never actually hit anyone numbed his mind, throwing him back into retrospection.

'Duke, Duke, Duke... Where are you now and why do I think of you? You torment me with a kiss which sends me to the councillor's chair in my confusions. I am not gay am I? Even if I were, who would want me now? I am half the man I was...a broken being that can never be put back together again. Oh...I know that the doctors say that I still work down there, that I am still able to have children etc. etc...But who would take me? Alice is gone with her false tears and platitudes when she saw what that beast of a boyfriend had done to me. Mother doesn't want me...Scott will just use me as a punch-bag now that I can't even run away. You were my rock, and then you left me too...the rumours had reached him that Duke's family had left as the tall boy had promised the week before his release. And poor Quinn...would she survive her false allocation of guilt without him there to stop her from making one cut to many? He would have to move schools...there was no way he could get around with all the steps at theirs now. It would be the end of their closeness...the end of all the good natured teasing that passed between them.' Tears rolled down his cheeks as cereal poured from his hand to spill on the filthy carpet, 'My life has ended, I just hope hers doesn't too...'

He must have dozed off for a few hours...the sudden blare of the eight o'clock news bulletin and a pressing need on his bladder waking him from where he had folded in on himself in the blasted chair that was his prison. "Ha...There is no way I can get into that closet of a toilet downstairs," he cursed, laughing at the absurdity of it. "Oh well...time to go outside like an obedient pet. No one will clean up if I piss here where I am sitting!"

He flicked the TV off and placed the remote on the sofa's arm where he could reach it again if he wanted to and wheeled himself with his new arm muscles out to the back door, throwing the latch before bumping over the sill carefully and onto the leaf blown veranda porch. He glanced around at the backyard, absorbing the sounds of the neighbourhood kids playing in the last of the evenings light. He hoped no-one would look over the fence as he fiddled with his belt and zip, exposing his almost numb penis to the cool air as he shuffled to the very edge of his chairs seat. Manually spreading his legs as far apart as he could with his hands, he directed his eye straight to the front and released his bladder, sprinkling the boards in front of him with his pungent, drug infused urine, watching as it trickled through the gaps to drip onto the packed earth below. "I wonder if anyone would actually miss me?" he pondered as his bladder finished draining...

****

Duke watched from the shadows at the bottom of the yard as Kyle wheeled himself out onto the weathered boards and pissed himself less than thirty feet from him. He resisted the urge to pounce then, to run up and take his 'mate to be' into his arms and allow his scent to splash over his fur and mark him as he would mark Kyle himself one day. He held back though...in a few hours he could change back to his human form and then he could approach him again, tell him he loved him, tell him he could take him away from all this...from all the pain. Look after him, cuddle him, care for him...But he couldn't at the moment. If he broke his cover, Kyle wouldn't recognise him...And the screams would likely have the police and dog catchers out within minutes. So he bided his time, wincing when he heard Kyle's almost suicidal muse before he caught his foreskin in his zipper with a muffled curse and wheeled himself back into the house.

****

Kyle was at a loss...he was tempted to pick up the phone and dial for the help he was told he could ask for, but he was too proud to admit he needed it. He wasn't tired, but he wasn't exactly full of energy either. "Fuck it!" he cursed again and steered his way back to the front door, shrugging into the jacket that Duke had given him, freshly washed by the hospital services. It didn't seem to smell right for some reason, but it was warm at least. Slipping his keys into his pocket he struggled with the door and then paused at the six inch drop that was in front of him. "Oh well..." he muttered and using the door frame as a brace he eased his front wheels over it so the chair was pitched at a horrifying angle as he inched forwards until his large rims teetered on the edge. He dropped with a bone jarring crunch and free-rolled forward a few feet before he applied the brakes. Turning he wheeled back to the open door, realising that now he was out, there was no way he was going to get back in again. He sighed, fingers gripping the doors ridges with their tips as he swung it closed again with a dull thud. He rolled out onto the sidewalk; turning towards the park and started the long process of propelling his way there via the roads...his track through the woods was but a distant dream now to him...

****

Duke's ears flicked up as he unbent from where he had been sniffing at and absorbing the scent of Kyle's urine through his nostrils on the damp timbers in front of him. The front door had just slammed. Was it that uncaring bitch of a mother coming home...or worse had they released Scott? He cocked his head, listening for any movement or speech within the house and not hearing anything. He risked a glance through the window, but all was in darkness. Edging around the house he noted that the driveway was empty, and glancing down the street he spotted the silhouette of Kyle heading up the hill slowly, shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust, working his way towards his favourite haunt. Duke smiled to himself...maybe all the fight hadn't gone from Kyle just yet...maybe he was still saveable...

Duke headed for the entrance of the track silently...the one he had followed Kyle's scent down after their first meeting to find his home. He would be awaiting the boy's arrival at the swings...

****

It took him three hours...three hours of painful wheeling to get to the park. What only weeks ago would have taken him ten minutes at a jog, had eaten away at his reserves of energy until he just wanted to tip himself from the chair and lie in the gutter to be picked up by the drunk patrol. 'It wasn't fair!' He yelled silently.

His tyre noise ceased as he took a break, the familiar sounds of the night penetrating his hearing once again. It was a still darkness, not a breath of wind in the air or a cloud in the sky. A not quite full moon illuminated the tarmac of the path as he began the final free wheel around the corner to his swings...but someone was already there. The rusty chain was squeaking on the hoops on the crossbar as the shadowed figure swung back and forth, only an inch or so in each direction. They had their back to him, breath just showing in the nights chill as if they were having a crafty smoke.

Kyle applied the brakes, stopping himself before he intruded on the figures privacy...the privacy that was being found in HIS refuge. Anger swelled in him after a few minutes. 'DAMN the consequences...HE would not have his refuge invaded again by an unthinking stranger!' he thought, releasing his brakes again to roll onto the spongy safety rubber that surround the A frames.

The figure ignored him, though the noise of rubber on rubber must have penetrated its ears with the discordant squeal. "Ahem...would you please leave me alone here...I come here to escape and you are invading my space at the moment," Kyle stated forcefully.

The figure chuckled, "Same old Kyle eh?" it replied quietly without turning to face the boy.

"D...Duke?" Kyle stuttered, the querulous quaver evident in his voice.

"Who else?" Duke replied. He didn't turn yet...the moon had not allowed the freedom of his human form to return to him yet. "Kyle...there is something you should know about me...I am not what you think I am. Kyle...I am a werewolf. The moon...I am not as you are used to me at the moment."

"Don't be daft Duke...I am glad to see you, now come and give me a hand will you..." Kyle replied, dismissing the revelation as a work of fiction.

Duke sighed and stood upright from the seat, slightly bowed as he fought the urge to drop to all fours and turned to face the chair bound boy. The moon caught his features then and Kyle's jaw dropped, his hands gripping the arms of his chair in a death grip. He was naked of course, just the fur of his pelt covering his muscular body, his sheath a bump on his belly, his snout projecting from his face, lined with teeth that glinted in the silver light. He perked his ears up, showing Kyle that was exactly as he described himself, highlighting the canine features that adorned his skull. "Don't be frightened Kyle...We don't hunt humans any more...at least not those that don't deserve it." He stepped forward, pausing as Kyle's hand dropped to his wheels. "Please...wait..." he begged.

"So that's why I couldn't outrun you...so that's why you move from place to place..." Kyle heard the words pour from his lips as he fought the urge to run from his...'Friend?' "I thought...I thought..."

"That we were a work of fiction? A myth?" Kyle nodded silently as Duke filled in the missing words for him. "Sometimes I wish we were...my uncle changed me and my family..."

"Changed," Kyle asked, grasping onto the word.

"Yes changed...that part of the legends is true. The part that we mate for life is also..." Duke continued, watching the boy in the chair.

"That kiss...the one in the hospital..." Kyle started, pausing as his mind was churning the new information over and over as it assimilated it.

"Yes...I love you Kyle. I love the way you have resisted everything I have done to try and seduce you...I...I am experienced should we say. I have had other pets...other Beta's to play with in the past...but you...you are the one I want as my mate." Duke knelt then, inching his way forward to just a few inches away from where Kyle was sitting.

Kyle could feel the warm breath gusting on his face as he stared into the face of the beast that had Duke's eyes and voice...he couldn't believe it. If he said no, would he be killed? Did it matter if he was? No...Werewolf or semi-truck, he had nothing to live for except this one small chance of a possible happiness. His heart was thrumming in his chest as the fear slowly dissipated from his brain, his eyes clearing as every detail of Duke's fur and face became more evident. "Does the change hurt?" he asked eventually.

"Yes...the bite does, and you would not be yourself for a month or two until your brain fights off the feral urges. You must leave your family, the town, everything behind if you make the choice..." Duke replied seriously.

Kyle mulled it over for a second or two, "Kiss me again...kiss me again now and I will give you my answer," he replied quietly.

Duke smiled and closed the last couple of inches, running his tongue over Kyle's cheeks as he zeroed his snout onto his target, lips bumping at the boys until they parted. It was difficult to kiss a human in this form, nigh on impossible actually, but he managed somehow. Slipping his tongue between the Kyle's lips, he enfolded his tongue with his and began a slow wrestle, trying to ensure his prominent canines didn't pierce his cheeks. He pulled back after a few seconds as he felt Kyle's arms loop around his head and try and pull him in tighter.

They embraced for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes. Duke broke the embrace eventually, sitting back onto his haunches as he watched for Kyle's reaction. A smile broke out on his face as Kyle just stared at him, a slight grin on his wet lips.

"I will take you as my mate Duke...under three conditions," he said after a few minutes of reflection.

"Name them, and if I can I will fulfil them..."

"One...you bite me on the legs...I have had enough pain in the last few weeks for a lifetime."

Duke grinned, "Done...but not right now. You need to at least leave a note for your mother and Quinn."

"Ah ah...condition two is we take Quinn with us. If I vanish, she will kill herself. She must be given the option of joining the pack...maybe Anthony could take her as a mate..."

"It doesn't work like that...but if that is what you want, we will give her the option. And condition three is?"

"If my disability ever drives a wedge between us...you must take my throat." He reached forward and grabbed Duke by the ruff then by surprise, dragging the surprised werewolf to his face to stare him in the eyes...

Duke blinked first to his surprise... "Done...but it won't ever happen." Duke answered quietly.

Kyle kept one hand on Duke's ruff, disabling him like a puppy as he ran a finger along one of his sharp canines cutting it open. "I read the mythology books also Duke...Lick. Bind your oath to me with my own blood..." Kyle said darkly, slipping the bleeding digit between Duke's lips.

Duke did as bade, licking at the salty iron laden fluid until it ceased to flow, "I so swear...Mate," Duke said as his mouth became free again. Kyle smiled, and released him.

Duke wondered as he sat back again just who would be the Alpha in the relationship...and then realised he didn't really care...