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The Semester's End

Oliver lay in bed, clutching at the pillow in front of him for support. The lean male huffed as he bit his lip, trying his best to keep as still as possible. Too much movement, and the wolf atop him might realize what he was doing to Oliver.

A thick, powerful tongue slowly dragged across the male's neck. Large canine teeth slowly rocked and pressed against his bare skin, the beast rumbling as he slowly teased at the exposed area.

Mark was starting to nip now, teeth delicately grazing against his sensitive skin. A single movement was all it would take to stir the beast from its hazy teething. One nudge… and Oliver knew his boyfriend would snap out of it and start apologizing profusely.

But Oliver didn't want Mark to wake up yet. He clutched tighter at the pillow, his mind focused on the slow and needy lapping at his neck. He'd gotten used to having a massive wolf fall asleep atop of him over the course of the semester, but this right here?

This made having your lungs crushed by a werewolf twice your size worth it.

Oliver closed his eyes as he felt Mark unconsciously grind into him, the wolf's furry sheathe sandwiched between his parted cheeks. The wolf growled lowly in his haze, no doubt savoring the sensations that came from a wolf's preparations.

There were plenty of sites online that talked about Wolves and pack mentalities. Oliver had poured through most of them in an effort to understand his best friend. Of course, his curiosity quickly turned to… something less innocent. He'd read the accounts of people on Once Bitten forums. He'd even seen clips, although he dared not mention that to Mark.

The big wolf was raised traditionally, and from the sounds of it he was part of some large pack up north. He didn't talk about his family much, or the nature of his gift. Mark was private. Reserved...

Oliver smiled into his pillow as he felt the wolf nibble at his neck. Despite Mark's timid nature, he loved how the wolf would open up around him. The giant man was a gentle lover, with a soft and mushy heart. Oliver was grateful to have such a soul in his life.

The wolf was all things Oliver wasn't, and the young man loved that. It made Oliver feel like he had to reach out; to tug and pull at Mark and unravel the big man until he was just as laid back and honest as we was now.

And this? This wasn't just the habits of a needy boyfriend. He'd read the forums, after all.

The heavy wolf was preparing him.

The licks. The nibbles. The grazing. It was a sign that Mark's body was ready to take on the responsibility of a pack mate. Even if the big wolf would snap out of his haze in a few minutes and start protesting, Oliver reveled in this.

This moment. The sensation of having your lover bear down atop you, and say 'I want you. I'm ready to take you in.' Gosh, it was almost too much for the college student.

Oliver wasn't stupid, but he was in love. His heart fluttered at the sight of the wolf, his body ached to be close to the fluffball. Studying next to him made college fun again. He knew in his heart that it was too early. Half a year wasn't enough time to start saying things like this, and yet...

“I love you." Oliver whispered, clutching tightly at his pillow. The large man above ground into him, a thick warmth slowly spreading his cheeks apart. His boyfriend nuzzled into his neck and inhaled, drinking in the scent of his mate.

Willing.

Ready.

Take him.

Mark opened his eyes, quickly snapping out of his daze. Oliver's scent clung to his nose, his jaw wrapped delicately around the man's shoulder blade. Mark froze in place as a hundred strange and urgent thoughts raced through his head. His body wanted something… Something forbidden. The wolf closed his eyes as he slowly let his teeth rest on that supple skin. Just a little bit more pressure…

Bite him.

Fuck him.

Feel his bones shift beneath you. Hold him as he lets out his first howl. Take your mate.

TAKE HIM!!

“Nnnnn." Mark muttered, recoiling in protest from Oliver's neck. He shuddered as his back arched, his morning wood arched against his boyfriend's ass.

Wait… had he just been..?

Mark opened his eyes and stared down at his mate. Oliver was gasping, covered in sweat as he tried to catch his breath.

“O-Oliver! I'm sorry!" The wolf yelped, gripping his mate and rolling them onto their sides. He couldn't bring himself to pull his groin away from Oliver's hips, but the wolf didn't trust his own teeth anywhere near the man. “I wasn't hurting you, was I?!"

“N-No." Oliver grunted, arching his hips into the canine cock behind him. He liked these early mornings with Mark, and a few minutes of crushed lungs was worth it to feel that kind of love pressed against him. “Don't worry about it."

“I'm still so sorry, Li." Mark mumbled, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes with his paws. “You gotta wake me up when I start doing that. I don't want to hurt you, and-"

“Maaark," Oliver began, arching his back into the wolf. “Stop that nonsense and tell your boyfriend good morning."

Mark blinked as he felt Oliver position himself against the wolf's tapered shaft. He looked at his human's lithe frame, a paw reaching out to grip at Oliver's hips.

“Don't we have… class?" Mark asked, unsure if they were really willing to commit.

“Shhhh. It's dead week, boy. There's only four things we gotta do this week." Oliver answered, eyes closer as he slowly pressed his pucker against his boyfriend's tip. “Eat. Sleep. Study."

“And?" Mark's ears folded back as Oliver took his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt that tight entrance wrap around him.

“And… F-Fuck." Oliver grunted through gritted teeth, his own cock pulsing in delight.

What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. Oliver gasped and moaned as his lover pushed inside him, the large wolf slowly guiding their hips together.

“You're so…. good." Mark huffed, muzzle now pressed against the side of Oliver's head. “Can I…?"

“Mhm." Oliver nodded, his ass rubbing testily against the wolf's knot. “I want it all, boy."

Mark whined at the sensation, his hands gripping Oliver tightly as he slowly stopped himself from holding back. Hips pistoned as Mark began to pick up speed, his snorting getting louder as he listened to Oliver moan. Mark panted as he plunged in and out of his mate, more and more of his weight pressing into the shuddering male beside him.

He smelled so… So good. Ripe, and ready for the taking. The wolf wanted his own scent on the man, as if it somehow marked Oliver as his. Mark whined as he pressed his muzzle into Oliver's shoulder, his whole body rocking as he huffed.

Oliver had been so wonderful to him. Always there for him. And now they were so close, he…

Damnit! He wanted to so bad…

Mark slowly curled his lips, teeth baring as he angled his maw towards the human's neck.

He… He wouldn't do it. He just wanted to… To hold Oliver like this. Jaws pressed. But no biting.

Mark growled as he slowly held Oliver's shoulder in his mouth, the human beneath him shuddering as he felt the warm sensation wrap around him.

There… just like that. No biting. Just… Fantasizing. That wasn't bad, right?

Mark tightened his grip on Oliver as he began to quicken his humping. His eyes widened as a zealous fervor began to pick up within him.

Knot.

Knot him.

The massive white wolf rolled the two of them over, his massive frame pounding into the human beneath him. He let his tongue slide back and forth along his lover's skin. The wolf's knot was pressing hard against Oliver with each thrust, the wolf's hips slamming down with great force.

Mark's mind was a scrambled mess as he felt his knot slam against Oliver. His thoughts were betraying him, screaming his needs loudly in his mind.

KNOT HIM!

PIN HIM DOWN! FUCK HIM SENSELESS! KNOT HIM!

BITE. DOWN.

Mark closed his eyes as he shoved downwards, his hips grinding against Oliver's rear as he felt his knot slip in with a-

Mark snarled as he bucked, the sensation of knotting his mate quickly bringing him to orgasm. Oliver moaned beneath him, his own hands grabbing at his pulsing member.

The two shuddered as one, Mark's hips rocking uncontrollably as he came inside his mate. Warmth flooded through Oliver as his own cock seized, cum splattering against their bedsheets.

The wolf snarled as he felt his knot pulse, warmth now flooded around his member. He felt… so good. The post-orgasm high rocked through his entire body, hands groping tightly at his moaning mate.

Mark wanted… to sink his teeth into him. The sensation still burned within the wolf, his teeth pressed tightly against Oliver's skin. His mate was so good to him. Why shouldn't he? Why-

A hand reached out and pat the white wolf's nose. Mark blinked, his nostrils wrinkling in confusion.

“Baaabe." Oliver mumbled. “You still wanna, huh?"

Mark snarled, teeth baring. Yes. YES. He wanted it. His mind felt foggy from the knot, their bodies still tied to one another. Each wriggle of Oliver atop him made Mark want to start humping madly again. He-

“You told me you didn't want to, yet." Oliver whispered, hand now caressing his lover's snout. The human delicately let his fingers slide across the wolf's bared teeth, head cocked to look back at his mate. “Is that still true?"

The werewolf's ears folded back. He was doing something bad, huh? Caught up in his own emotions… in the knotting. He couldn't change Oliver's life like this. Not on a whim. Oliver deserved better. He… He deserved so much better.

The white beast slowly released his grip on the man's neck. Guilt wracked through his body as he stared down at the marking's in Oliver's neck. He'd almost gone through with it, hadn't he?

“Lick the spot, babe." Oliver whispered, licking his arms around one of the wolf's burly biceps. “You can lick it until you can pull out, okay?"

The werewolf slowly brought his wet nose down to his lover's neck, sniffing warily. The spot reeked a powerful smell, no doubt due to Oliver's own want for the bite. He'd wanted it since the beginning, but Mark had always resisted. Oliver deserved time to make a wise decision. But… he hadn't realized how hard it would be on his own body to resist.

Tentatively, Mark began to lap at the sensitive spot. Oliver shuddered as he felt the hot tongue wash over his neck, the burly wolf holding him close against his frame.

“See, boy?" Oliver asked, craning his neck closer against the heavy wolf atop him. “It's not-"

Mark gripped the man tightly, huffing and whining as he pulled the two upright. The wolf had his arms wrapped around his mate, body curled around Oliver as the smaller man sat in his lap. The white wolf, heavy and large, nestled his muzzle against the human's neck. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, his whole body shaking.

“I don't know what I want." Mark whispered, his voice deep and muffled against Oliver's body.

The college student frowned as his massive lover squeezed tightly against him. The thick maleness pulsed within him, betraying Mark's own words.

“It's not that, is it?" Oliver responded, pressing back against his lover. “You just don't know if it's the right decision."

“But when will I?" The wolf asked, squeezing his boyfriend tighter. “Am I always going to feel this way? Am I doubting… Us?"

Oliver laughed at that. His laughter always made Mark's ears perk. The wolf was always happy to hear that sound.

“Mark. You big, big, lug." Oliver hummed, leaning back against his mate. “You've always been careful. If it wasn't for you, I would have made so many mistakes by now. Like the keg in that cellar?"

“Or the milk in the back of the fridge." Mark added, a smile curling on his lips.

“That's just because you have a good sniffer, mutt." Oliver chided, grinning as he bounced himself atop the knot within him.

“I am not a mutt! My parents were both wolves. If anything, you'll be the mutt." Mark protested, lips twitching each time Oliver pressed down against him. The urge to start pounding into him again was strong, but this moment was far too nice to ruin.

“So… I will be? A mutt?" Oliver asked, craning his head to look at his mate. “You'll bite me? One day?"

The white wolf stared back at Oliver. His Oliver. The canine's heart soared for the man wrapped in his arms. He ached to press against him, right here. Right now. And yet…

“One day. When all the, uh, doubt's gone in my mind and I have no reservations… I'll give it to you." Mark whispered, heavy paw reaching up to pat at Oliver's head.

“Thank you Mark." Oliver whispered back.

The two sit intertwined with one another, the dull throbs of their after-glow slowly fading. Fur against skin, paws intertwined with hands. Lazy days like these were few and far inbetween, but both men knew what loomed on their horizon.

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The Weeks Before

Finals.

The two had a whole week to spend together, preparing for the grueling days ahead. Thick texts and half-finished review sheets scattered Mark's room. As the days passed, they grew more confident in their practice tests. Oliver was terrible at studying, but Mark was there to help slow his brain down and focus at the task at hand.

While their days were devoted to reviewing their semester, Oliver still considered their nights to be 'free-time', and that meant one thing.

“Take-Out night!" Oliver hollered, setting his phone back down as he crawled over the bed to his lover. “Boyfriend! Doggo! Mutt!"

Mark blinked as a hand pressed down on his textbook, a pair of lips gently pressing at his snout.

“Is it nine already?" The wolf snorted in surprise, glancing at the alarm clock on his bed stand. His free hand reached out to cup his male's waist, Oliver slowly sitting down atop him. “I still have to finish this chapter."

“It's Take-Out night! Every night! How are you not excited about this! We're getting Sing's, and I ordered extra beef for you." Oliver grinned as he spoke, hands running through Mark's scruff. It was so nice to be able to pet the wolf, especially when he was allowed to go all out. The big wolf hated the attention in public, but behind closed doors the giant beast would turn into putty in his hands.

“Do I have to go out with you?" Mark asked, his tail wagging. “I really want to finish this chapter."

“It's-" Oliver began, tilting his head as he angled the book forward. “-Just a book on architecture. How engaging can it be?"

Mark huffed, ear flicking as he turned the page of his book. He refused to give in to the hand scratching at his neck, no matter how amazing it felt.

“Fiiiine. I'll go out alone." Oliver said, slowly sliding off the wolf and towards his own neatly stacked pile of clothes. The young man had practically lived here this semester, and why shouldn't he? Mark was a wonderful roommate.

“You just don't want to get dressed, huh?" Oliver hiked down his sweatpants and stepped out of them as he spoke, picking up a pair jeans.

“I just like my major, Li. And I like this book." Mark responded, flipping the page.

“You know, before the camping trip? I was really worried that you'd be all… extra, extra clingy. The type who couldn't leave me alone for more than a few seconds." Oliver began, stuffing his wallet into his pocket as he walked back over to his mate.

“But I am clingy." Mark professed, looking away from his book as Oliver zipped up his jacket. "Or at least… by human standards."

“I wouldn't call 'scenting' clingy." Oliver said, patting at his chest. “Now get up and do your thing before I go."

Mark slowly set the book down as he pulled himself from the comfy bedding. He grabbed at his mate and pulled him close, ears folding back as he ground the man into his fur.

Oliver didn't have the nose to know the difference, but marking him in the wolf's scent was apparently very important to the big guy, especially when he put on fresh clothes. It was like… one big hug, before Oliver could leave. Except there was a lot more rubbing involved. And kissing, too, but that was Oliver's doing.

Eventually the two pulled apart, and Oliver left to go grab their food. The wolf sat alone in the quiet dorm, gently turning the pages of his textbook. It was so quiet without Oliver around. His bed felt… Empty. The wolf was grateful to still have the human's scent lingering around the dorm. The large canine paused as he stared at the door to his dorm room.

“Maybe…" Mark began, ear flicking. “Maybe if…"

The wolf frowned, his gut turning in his stomach. Would the doubt… ever leave? How many years would he go with this hanging over his head?

Years…

Mark smiled to himself as he closed his book.

He was already thinking in years.

And yet...

Options likes these can be balanced and reassessed for years, often without a clear path in mind. Do, or don't. Wait, or go. On the surface they're simple. Digestible. And yet the decision to act, to pick one outcome over another, can seem insurmountable.

Mark sat in bed, frozen by his indecision. Would his doubt ever truly be gone? The choice felt like too much to decide all at once. The wolf's mind whirred as he began to sift through his life, looking for a time when he had ever firmly stuck to a decision.

He couldn't find one.

The wolf's heart began to race as a panic welled up within him. How could he choose to do something like this? How could he make the choice to change Oliver's life forever? Was he really the one? Could he make that decision now?

The rational side of him begged to wait. It was all too new, their lives still not set in stone. But when would they be? Would they ever be?

Mark clutched at his head with a paw as he whined. This was wrong. He… he wasn't thinking clearly. The wolf felt he had to control himself, to hold back on the desires within him. The big guy feared that he was doing this for the wrong reasons… That he'd gone this far just to quell some deeper instinct within him.

In that moment, Mark realized he was terrible at making decisions. The panic and turmoil in his heart leapt at the thought, clinging to this mind with an iron grip.

The wolf shuddered as he shook his head, trying to free himself from the thoughts that plagued him. At this rate, he'd never choose. Oliver would remain by Mark's side, and the wolf would be tormented by his inability to follow through. Was that okay? Was that not? He didn't know.

He couldn't choose.

The white beast snarled as he clutched tighter at his head. No. That wasn't fair to Oliver. It wasn't fair to either of them. Maybe… He was looking at this all wrong. If Mark was so incapable of making decisions, how could he end up here? At this college? How could he have found his way to Oliver?

The simple answer was that it was all Oliver's doing. Their meeting was accident, and it was Oliver who stuck by his side. It was even Oliver who made the choice to come forward… to close the gap between them even more.

But… It was incorrect to say that the human didn't give him a choice. He could have refused. Mark could have pushed away. But he didn't. So then… Why?

The answer came to Mark slowly, his entire train of thought gently leading him to a single conclusion.

Oliver made making choices easy for Mark.

He had been following Oliver's lead this entire time, but now… Now, it was time for Mark to make the decision. The wolf swallowed as he imagined Oliver next to him once more, the human's scent still wafting through the air. He glanced at the pillow next to him, still wrapped in Oliver's shirt. The big wolf gently grabbed at it, pulling it close to his chest.

He didn't know which choice was the right one. He might never know. Decisions like these were the hardest to make, but there was one thing Mark knew he could rely on.

The wolf took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and dreamed of the future that he wanted. A future with Oliver.

A future where they were both happy.

Mark nuzzled his head into the pillow. He inhaled slowly, drinking in the scent of his lover. Huge large wolf opened his mouth as he craned his neck forward.

Mark bit down on the pillow, imagining Oliver pressed up against him instead. The wolf wanted it. Now all he had to do was decide when.

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The Minutes Before

The large wolf sat nervously on the corner of his bed, one knee bouncing in anticipation. His eyes were trained on the carpet where his school bag sat. His books for the year lay scattered about, only a few pencils and backup exam sheets stuffed inside the weathered pack.

The nerves that wracked through Mark weren't related to school, however. The wolf had just come home from his last class, the worries that had come from the week before quickly washing away. In their place, Mark found a new tension building.

A chiptune song suddenly chimed in, Mark's ears swiveling in the direction of the music. He quickly stood, the naked wolf reaching out to grab at his phone.

It was Oliver, of course.

Mark answered the phone as he brought it to his ear, his heart thumping in his chest.

“Hey, I'm back at-" The wolf began, only to be interrupted by the cheering that erupted.

“CONGRATULATIONS!" Oliver yelled, the phone's speakers crackling as his boyfriend continued to whoop and holler. “You did it, doggo! You fuckin' did it!"

Mark smiled as he held the phone away from his ear, waiting for the cheering to subside.

“I take it things went well? Did you just get out of class?" The wolf asked, scratching at a bare thigh as he sat back down on his bed.

“Yeah!! The test was super easy, just like I said it would be! Just saying, we did not have to go through notecards for all those hours." Oliver rambled. “We should have spent longer on your exam! Which…"

“Which?" Mark asked, head cocking a little as he waited for Oliver to finish his train of thought.

“Which, what? I'm asking you, boy! How did your last exam go?" Oliver laughed. His voice sounded so sweet in Mark's ear.

“O-Oh. It was good." The wolf downplayed, his free hand now idly groping at his groin. The laughter had helped calm his nerves a bit. Oliver had always been great at that. “I'm hoping for full marks on it."

“That's great!!" Oliver shouted, using his 'quiet' voice. Mark's ear flicked towards the doorway, his eyes squinting in suspicion.

“Hey." The wolf began, watching as the knob to his dorm room began to twitch. “Did you just get out of your test? Or…"

The door was practically kicked open. Oliver barged into the room as he hung up the phone call. His bag, already loose in his grip, flung into Mark's pile of school books.

“WE'RE DONE!!" Oliver shouted, slamming the door behind him as he rushed towards his boyfriend. The human practically leaped at Mark, arms outstretched. “We're done! We're done! We're-"

Oliver planted a kiss on Mark's muzzle before laughing. The energy Oliver had was infectious, Mark's tail wagging behind him with joy.

“Can you believe it? It went by so fast!" Oliver continued, scratching at his lover's ear. “For the first time, I think I'm going to actually miss some of my professors!"

Mark brought his paws out and pulled at Oliver's sweatshirt, hoisting it over the man's head. The wolf listened and smiled as Oliver prattled on, his hands busily undressing for the excited male.

“We've gotta do something to celebrate, Mark. I mean, other than the sex we're obviously about to have. Maybe pizza? Or… Or a restaurant? When was the last time we spent an exorbitant amount of money?" Oliver asked as he was slowly laid down on the bed.

“I had an idea…" Mark slowly crawled over his naked boyfriend, his tail wagging as he smiled. “About what we could do."

“Oh, yeah? I'm talking about after the sex, big guy." Oliver laughed as he reached out, one hand squeezing at his lover's plump sheathe. “Let's make this a day to remember, you know? Like the camping tri-"

Oliver stopped talking as he felt a tongue drag across his neck. He wanted to turn his head, to look the wolf in the eyes, but that would interrupt what was happening. His eyes widened as the lapping got rougher, the wolf's hands pressing him down into the bedding.

“M-Mark. Are you…." Oliver gasped as his boyfriend let his weight press down atop him. “D-Do you really want to?"

Mark didn't respond. His actions would speak for him. He growled in stead, teeth baring as he began lapping with vigor. Their arousals ground together as the large wolf continued his ministrations. He could smell it on the human. Oliver was ready for him.

The smaller man reached out and wrapped his arms around Mark, hugging him tightly. His heart was pounding in his chest, the wet noises mixing with their heavy breathing.

“Holy shit. Okay. This is happening, huh? O-Okay. Do it." Oliver whispered. “Just do it. I want it so bad, just… Do it. Please."

A liberating feeling washed through Mark as he bared his teeth once more. He'd been holding back for so long around Oliver, but now he had no excuse. Oliver was his.

Mark brought his maw around Oliver's neck. He knew exactly where to make his mark, his body instinctively closing around the spot he's been grooming. The skin was soft, and the saliva would take the sting away completely. Oliver was his.

Forever.

Mark bit down. Oliver gasped, fingers curling in his wolf's fur. The hot and wet sensation was gone, now replaced with an icy chill. The man lay perfectly still as he felt his neck pulsate. It felt like lead, slowly coursing through his neck and bleeding out into the rest of his body.

Oliver wanted to groan as the sluggish feeling washed over him. His whole body felt stiff as the chill in his neck spiked once more. He could feel Mark pull away, the giant wolf atop him knocking Oliver's arms off of him. He could feel the wolf grab at his hands, and holding them in his own. Mark raised them above Oliver's head as he leaned in towards his neck once more.

The white wolf pressed down atop Oliver with all of his weight now, hands pinning Oliver's to the bed. A warm tongue slowly washed across his neck, and with it came a relief from the chill.

Lap. Lap. Lap. Lap. Lap.

Oliver could feel his neck pulsate with warm heat. The sensation of lead in his veins slowly trickling away from the source. His skin felt strange against Mark's tongue, his mind hyper-fixating on the warmth that emanated from the lapping.

A groan finally escaped Oliver's lips. The noise was rough and gurgling, as if caught in his throat. The man felt the hot tongue curl and lap as it moved up to his chin. He liked the tongue. It made him warm. And right now, warm felt really good.

The wolf above let his tongue drag across Oliver's lips. With each lap, he watched as his lover's lips began to darken in coloration. He pressed harder into his mate as he felt Oliver's face begin to push back against his tongue. Mark had fantasized about this day for so long, and now he'd finally get to see it. He let out a growl of encouragement as he lapped at Oliver's budding muzzle.

The man beneath felt his lips, fat and rubbery, begin to curl. The groan in his throat suddenly turned into a snarl as he opened his maw. His whole mouth felt tingly, as if his gums were bubbling this way and that. In a vain attempt to push the feeling aside, Oliver slowly dug his tongue against his gums, the sensation of the thickening organ sliding and pushing against alien cavities all too unfamiliar.

A whine escaped Oliver's lips as he started to pant, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Things were starting to feel funny, and it wasn't entirely a good funny either. He looked up at Mark with pleading eyes as his tongue lay splayed out of his mouth.

The beast atop him responded by pressing his muzzle against his, their wet noses pressing together. Oliver blinked in surprise as Mark let his tongue drag across his changing chin, his licking slowly increasing in tempo.

Oliver quickly found himself testily shooting his tongue out to catch Mark's. His eyes widened as the tingling sensation in his mouth grew more pleasant, a strange warmth radiating through him as he licked and lapped at Mark's own tongue.

Their wet and bestial 'kissing' grew fervoured as Oliver let out a surprised growl. He was enjoying this, and yet… Wasn't something important supposed to be happening? Shouldn't he be focused on something else?

The changing human was quickly reminded of his changes as he felt his chest shudder and clench. It was as if his entire chest was being grabbed and splayed about. The human let out a growl as he arched his back, tilting his head down to look at his naked form.

At a quick glance, his chest looked to be in the midst of laboured breathing. The rising and falling of his chest made him appear to be in the throes of cartoonish hyperventilation. Oliver stared in awe as he realized those were his muscles swelling and contracting. Their rhythmic convulsing tensing his entire torso, jutting outwards as his body flexed. With each clench of his torso, he watched as his pecs began to balloon outwards. What once had been a smooth and slim figure was quickly expanding into something outrageously chiseled. Oliver almost felt like he was cheating, as if the form in front of him didn't belong to him. And yet the tingling of his pectorals, his ragged breaths and panting… The flush pleasure coursing through his veins.

They were all his.

Oliver was amazed by the amount of hair. It was almost humorous how quickly it had sprung up. One day, he'd been self conscious about how little chest hair he had. The next, he was watching as his happy trail slowly covered the last amount of visible skin on his stomach. It was a motley brown, the type of hue that most would call 'golden brown' in good lighting. Oliver whined as he shook his head. Of all the things… Why was he focusing on this?

He felt like he'd been drugged; no doubt the bite having kicked his body into some kind of loopy overhaul. But this felt different than other kinds of trips. Oliver had dabbled before, he wouldn't lie, but each of the hallucinogens he'd taken had hijacked his body into making something that wasn't there feel real.

But this?

The shuddering, massive chest. His tongue, lolling out to lay against his furred pec. The feeling of his ears twitching and flicking. Nose sniffing, trying to decipher the amazing smells in the room.

He knew it was real. That it was happening. And yet, none of it felt like it was happening to him. The shuddering of muscles, his bulking arms and thickening hands… They didn't feel like his anymore. Oliver swallowed tightly, his tongue dragging across jagged and carnivorous teeth in his maw. His body was changing, but his mind felt like it was trapped in some sort of bubble; Privy to watch it all from a safe distance.

His eyes turn to look up at the wolf atop him. Oliver writhed in place as Mark gripped his wrists, holding the changing man in place. The whole bed reeked of Mark, but it'd never smelled like this before. The musk had somehow evolved in such a short amount of time. It was no longer just a scent, either. It invoked something else; an emotion.

Oliver pushed forwards, pressing back against his restraints. He wanted to be closer. To press his nose right against Mark. To just… take him in.

The changing man whined as he arched forward, his spine popping and cracking as his shoulders began to broaden. The wolf above him simply stared down, a hungry zeal in his eyes. He'd always had such pretty eyes… God, he loved him.

He whined aloud once more, slowly straining himself to push back against the wolf. Oliver blinked in surprise as he felt his muscles bulge, his efforts to push Mark back surprising him. The wolf atop quickly fought back, pushing Oliver down onto the bed. The changing man panted as he tried again, his whole frame widening as he growled. Mark responded with a snarl of his own, doing his best to keep the new wolf pinned beneath him. Their efforts slowly turned into a play-fight of sorts, the two growling and shoving against the other. Oliver could feel his muscles bulging and popping as he slowly pushed himself upright, pressing back against the massive wolf.

Oliver blinked in confusion as he stared at his mate, his concentration lost as he's shoved back down onto the bed. He stared up at his lover, a look of wonder on his face. Was… Was he as big as Mark now?

Oliver snorted in confusion as he craned his neck forward, tentatively lapping at Mark's nose. The white wolf responded with a snort of his own, ears flicking as he stared his mate down.

“Haarrrghh." Oliver tried suddenly, almost surprising himself at the attempt to speak. “Hhraaaggh."

Mark's ears flicked in response, his mind delicately trying to remind itself that he could speak to the changing man.

“...I told you it'd take a few days." Mark whispered, his voice deep and gravely.

Oliver groaned at that. Gosh, Mark's voice sounded great to him. Why did his voice sound so great? Had Mark always been this amazing? Oliver squirmed as he tried to pinpoint what he was feeling. Love? Well, always. But it was something more than that. More specific. Uncomfortable? No. Needy? Not really.

Oliver blinked in surprise as the realization hit him, a single throb from his groin reminding him of the specific need racing through his body.

Oh. That need.

The tingling that curled around his arousal felt strange. It was a tight and warm sensation, the head of his shaft tingling as it pressed and rubbed against the heavy flank above. Oliver panted as he felt his cock seize, his mind slowly fixating on the mounting pleasures.

The wolf above him grins as he lifted himself up off the changing man. Oliver's eyes went wide as he stared at his newfound sheathe, the tip of his cock now red and tapered.

“How's it feel, Oliver?" Mark asked, voice low and raspy as he stood atop the bed.

Oliver stared up at his mate and panted, a whiny groan of need escaping his muzzle. A flood of emotions overcame Oliver as he gazed up at his mate, a need to have him closer overwhelming him.

“Whhannn. Yewwww." Oliver whined. He could feel something strange and foreign trying to wag beneath him, his ears perked and attentive.

Mark obliged as he slowly turned around. The white wolf cupped his ass with one palm as he straddled Oliver's expansive chest. The white wolf arched his back as he raised his tail, presenting his rear to the man below him.

“Go on Oliver." Mark growled, looking back at his mate. The wolf slowly lowered his head towards his mate's groin, his own cock poking at Oliver's pecs. “Mark yourself."

...Gosh.

Mark was finally… Going to let him… Do it.

Wolves only let other wolves do this, and… and Oliver felt so honoured.

The newly formed werewolf leaned in, nostrils flaring as he closed his eyes.

Sniff sniff sniff.

…

Fuck. This had no right to smell so good. The new wolf opened his muzzle as he leaned in towards the pert cheeks. His nose pressed against Mark's crack as he panted, maw opening even wider. Oliver shut his eyes tighter as he dragged his tongue along his lover's rear. The puckered tailhole clenched against his tongue, a wave of tingles washing over him. The wolf inside him immediately wanted more, his muzzle pressing sharply forward as he inhaled. This scent was Mark's, and the wolf was letting him bathe in it. A few licks turned to several, and before long Oliver had pushed himself into a frenzy.

The brown wolf growled as he shoved his tongue in and out of Mark's pucker. He could feel his lover's own tongue, slurping and lapping at Oliver's shaft. The thick tool spread against his chest felt so nice sandwiched between them, his own body pushing back with reckless abandon.

Oliver was lost to the pleasure. The changing man was alive. Loved.

Oliver felt something kick into gear as he picked up his pace, his body leaning in his instincts took over. He opened his maw wide and shoved his tongue forwards, letting it slowly give way to Mark's warm insides. Oliver arched forwards as his unfamiliar and heavy hands grabbed at Mark's legs. He gripped at the wolf atop him and shoved, sharply pulling the wolf's ass away from his greedy muzzle.

Oliver stumbled on foreign limbs as he pulled himself out from under Mark. He slowly sat upright as he knelt over the bent wolf, his muscles bulging as he grabbed at the man with dominance. He positioned Mark's rear rather forcefully against his groin, one handing greedily squeezing the plump ass.

Mark turned his head to look back at Oliver. The white wolf was spread on all fours, his ass cheeks sandwiched between his lover's newfound cock. The large beast growled at Oliver in an authoritative tone as he ground back against the shaft.

Do it. Fuck me. The snarl said it all.

Mark's musk clung to Oliver's nostrils, his mind frazzled with unchecked need. The brown wolf brought his thick paws down and grabbed at his cock, one paw pressing down on Mark's rear to hold him still. Drunk with lust, Oliver shoved and prodded his cock against the slobbered pucker. His whole body was tingling and throbbing, newfound muscles clenching rhythmically as he leaned into Mark. Oliver gasped in surprise as his tapered cock slowly began to sink into the man in front of him. His red rocket, shiny and throbbing, slowly spread the soft pucker. Oliver moaned as he threw back his head, body weight helping sink deeper into the wolf.

The barks of encouragement from below only furthered Oliver's delight. The bed began to rock as the brown wolf slid his cock in and out of Mark's tight entrance. With each hump, Oliver could feel more of himself pushing inside. The wolf's hands move to grip the sides of the man beneath him, his balls now slapping roughly against Mark's.

Suddenly, Oliver hilts. His cock buried deep within Mark as the white wolf pushes back, snarling with need. The newly changed man's eyes widen as he humps frantically, panting as he tries to wrap his mind around the thing slowly spilling out of his sheathe. Thick. Round. A…

Knot. Knot me. Mark snarled beneath him, almost barking the order.

Oliver gasped and barked as he gripped the man beneath him, suddenly finding himself at the mercy of the wolf below. Mark's own needs mounted as he pushed back, tail arched as he presses against the massive knot.

Oliver's world went black and white for a moment as he felt Mark's pucker give momentarily. His cock pulsed as he whined with need, arching back forcefully against the humping man below.

Please. Please. Knot. Oliver whined back, humping in desperation.

Hefty white balls slapped against Oliver's, the two lost in their throes of pleasure as they fucked. Mark's eyes widened as his lips curled, suddenly pushing back with an incredible force. He locked his hips in place as he mashed his ass against the humping wolf behind him, Oliver's thrusts powerful and desperate.

Oliver let out his first howl as he felt that tightness envelope his cock. The sensation was almost too overwhelming, the alien pleasure sending signals of satisfaction throughout his system. And then, suddenly…

He pushed through, muscled ass clenching around his knot. The world went black and white once more as Oliver was sent into another series of howls. He could smell Mark's orgasm, the powerful scent of the wolf's seed filling the room. The spasming around his knot was too much. He felt powerful. Free. Loved.

Oliver's howl trailed off as he continued to hump, his efforts to grind and shove now futile as his balls seized. Thick spurts of cum arched from his cock, the warmth spreading deep inside of the wolf below.

Spurt after spurt, the two came. A thick drool of cum still connected Mark's cock to the messy bedsheets, their bodies pressed tight against one another. Slowly, the white wolf lowered himself down into the messy sheets, letting the two collapse onto the bed.

Oliver's heart pounded in his now-massive chest. His world was still spinning, color only just now returning to his vision. He blinked blearily, trying to sift through the wealth of scents clinging to his nose. There was so much to parse… so little he understood. And yet it all felt so nice. So, very nice.

……….

The two sat together, the sounds of their panting filling the room. No doubt the others in the dorm had heard the sounds. Neither man found the will to care, their bodies spent and exhausted from their excursion.

Slowly, Oliver found himself licking at his mate's head. He didn't know why. It just… felt nice. Everything felt so nice! Soft and warm and fluffy and stiff… Oliver blinked wearily as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“Thith ith weirhh." Oliver panted, turning to look at his boyfriend above him. “Ithnth thith weirhh?"

“My cute little mutt." Mark huffed, still out of breath from their excursion. He reached back to scratch at his boyfriend's chin, Oliver's tongue lapping at the paw in a friendly manner. “This was better than I'd ever imagined."

“Yeh?" Oliver snorted, sniffing at the air. He liked the smell. It wasn't just Mark's scent anymore. It was his as well, all mixed together and beautiful. “Goh… Yer grehh."

“Yeah? Well, so are you." Mark chuckled, reaching up and holding Oliver's muzzle still. He kissed his boyfriend with a wet and sloppy lick, Oliver's tongue quickly following suit.

The sound of grunts and wet slurps filled the air as the muscled wolves relaxed. Their finals were behind them, but a whole new test was about to begin. Mark swooned as he thought of all the things Oliver would have to learn. Fighting instincts in public, being 'decent' around others, even figuring out how to hold cutlery with those paws of his. Mark looked forward to every second of it.

His worries and fear had clouded his judgment, but now? It all felt so clear. The answer had been in front of Mark all along. The risk, was worth it.

His lover. His pack mate. His best friend.

His mutt.

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? :Cambionsicon:

Well met, mortal. A whole new chapter of Mark and Oliver's life has opened up. Do you know what that means? An entire part three dedicated to Oliver's post-transformation struggles. For now, I'll let you all savor the moment: a wolf and his mutt.

See you next time.

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