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3 Kevin

Joe had been shot and I was in for him. The old officer had been mostly grazed by the bullet and the foolish drunkard who had pulled the trigger was now in Cumberland County. Joe would be fine but he was in the hospital for a few nights. He usually did the night shift preferred it as he had once done night work in the army. He was secretive about it and I wasn't the type to pry but it now meant that I was covering his shift. Normally I wouldn't mind it as a street patrol beat, it would let me unwind and maybe get the chance to let the wolf out. Joe though was an older officer, nearly retired. The fact he had responded to the disorderly conduct call was a testament to his stubbornness that he didn't want to retire at all. He hated working behind the desk and wanted to prove himself. That slight arrogance had wound him up in the hospital though it could have happened to anyone. The blame would probably be placed on his age and slow reaction time though I could honestly say Joe was in pretty good shape for a sixty two year old. He could even butt heads with some of the younger officers on the force. I now could sympathise with Joe's plight of being behind the desk.

It was around ten thirty at night and rather dull. The regular patrol men were out and I was trying to get caught up on all the paperwork that had stacked up while he had been out. Paperwork it was the unspoken horror of police work. Another way criminals could get off or even out of jail time was to simply wager on a police officer to not fill out the paperwork correctly. The legal machinery could be dauntingly frustrating. Not helping matters was the fact that around the same time that Joe had gotten shot that our computer system was due for an update so all the files needed to be done the old fashion way by pen and paper. I had been told that the IT person would be in sometime over night to work on the system. The idea was to do the update at night so it would have less of an impact. The black phone rang on my desk. The phone was strictly used for people entering the station who had questions, the odd criminal that would come in and turn themselves in, or visitors. I picked it up after it rang three times trying to desperately get the last few items done on the current report I was working on.

"Hello, officer Chastel here how can I direct your call?" I asked in my usual work manner.

"Ah hello, yeah this is Kevin Howard of Atlantic Internet Services here to upgrade the computers," came the slightly nervous voice on the receiver.

I almost muttered a thank Christ on the line but fortunately kept it professional. "There's a door on your right Mr. Howard, when you hear the buzz you can enter just come on in," I explained.

I watched the monitor on my desk and saw a blurred face approach the door's camera. The thing never really worked well as most people didn't know to stand back enough and if they got too close it would simply create the imagine of a gray blob or black depending on how close to the camera they were. I assumed it was the IT guy so I hit the buzzer and looked over at the thick wooden door to the office. The door open and revealed a young man a little on short side, looked to be just a bit above five feet tall. He wore a baseball cap with some sort of blue and white logo. In his hand was a small black tool box. He was dressed business casual with a button down deep maroon shirt and black dress pants. The shiney black dress shoes clicked noisily on the plain white tile floor of the office. Protocol determined that I go to the door and buzz in someone and make sure they weren't armed. The theory being someone could come in and shoot an officer. I knew that I'd be ok if someone was foolish enough to do so, of course they would not make it out of the office alive. Nor would they ever be found again at least in one piece. I simply stood up from my desk.

The young man looked at me nervously. It could have been the fact that I was a police man and that always made people a little nervous. More so it was probably my large build. I dwarfed most guys in the department as far as muscle mass though I wasn't the tallest officer. I had made it a point to be muscular. I found it earlier in my life to help when I let the other side out that being big and powerful meant something more. My old mentor was similarly built so maybe I was merely inspired by him as well. There was another thing I had recently thought about. Maybe just maybe it was the fact I was a werewolf that made everyone nervous. After all there wasn't a prey animal on the planet that wasn't nervous when a predator was around and here I was not only a predator but a predator amongst those that policed literally the herd.

"Hello Officer..." he was hesitant and most likely had already forgotten my name.

"Chastel, Donovan Chastel, sir. You're Kevin Howard the IT guy, chief told me to expect you," I sat back down in my chair and pointed to the black screened computer. "That is the computer you'll be working on so I am told." "Oh ok," he walked rather nervously towards me.

I felt his eyes judging me as people often did but more than that. I had trained myself not to take in someone's scent to determine their reactions. I did of course in the line of duty as it often could mean the guilt or assumption of guilt there in. It gave me an edge on other police officers and if they had suspected I imagine it would lead to an awful lot of awkward questions. The legal ramifications were large too. After all could a lawyer argue prejudice if an officer already knew someone was under the influence before they even gave them the breathalyzer test or could smell the blood from the murder victim on their hands, or the gun oil in their coat pocket. I didn't have to worry about those ramifications because I didn't plan on being caught in the act of being a werewolf. I did manage to take a little inhale as the young man sat down at the desk.

Age was early thirties and he had bathed using Irish Spring one of the few soaps on the market that always tickled my nose, VO5 shampoo and Axe deodorant as well. He washed his clothes the night before and seemed to do it at least once a week and used Tide. The smell of silicon and copper told me he did work around electronics a lot. He also had McDonalds and not too long ago as I could smell the bits of salt, french fries, and pre processed beef on his shirt. Probably indicated he was either late or ate on the run due to being busy. Given his low heart rate it seemed unlikely he had rushed in so more likely was the eating on the run something I could sympathise with. Finally the layers of the onion of various scents peeled back and revealed what I really wanted to know. He was nervous, not scared as in he had committed a serious crime. No it was the nervousness I often encountered when someone's headlight was out. That bitter sweet smell of oh crap what did I do now, the momentary sudden shock to the system that got the endorphins running. Then came the sweeter smell of a scent that I was not expecting at all.

The smell of arousal. It would be hard to describe it best way was a wafering scent of flowers on the wind. It was always brief but would wafering around if the person kept on being aroused. Kevin was definitely aroused. If his scent didn't give it off his shy looks over his shoulder at me certainly did. Most men would be horrified at this revelation but I wasn't. I wasn't exactly like most men either and in fact the very concept of me being human might be debatable in some circles. Given what I was and what I did on a semi regular basis I wasn't about to pass judgement on anyone beyond what the law dictated and even then there were exceptions. A teenager smoking weed was less of a threat in my eyes than the child molesting doctor down the street. Although both were indulging in base instincts of pleasure one was clearly more harmful to society. That was how I viewed the law getting the bigger criminals meant more than catching the small time offenders who were just going through life. The social norms were changing too, despite what the older generation would like to believe, the younger was far more accepting of homosexuality. I could see in just a few years more and more accepting it. I often wondered what if anything werewolves believed in.

Kevin uneasily shifted in his chair. I was sitting perpendicular from him filling out the paperwork as time ticked by slowly. The younger man was busy staring at the computer screen full of windows of text that I could not make hide nor hair out of and furiously typing away. I had learned never to inquire about information gleaned from my werewolf senses. It often lead to the wrong ideas. I had done so when I was much younger. Kids on the playground would be highly suspicious of me as I would often point out what they had for breakfast, if someone was lying about not being the one that had taken the balls out of the classroom without permission, or if John really needed to go to the bathroom or worse if John smelt like he had gone to the bathroom. Those formative years had been chaotic and it had taken a long time to learn what was considered sociable and what was not. I still kept noticing him looking over his shoulder. Or if I got up to use the bathroom or get another cup of coffee he would stare at my back as if I couldn't register his stares. It was flattering of course. I took it as such after all I had worked hard at achieving my body's current look.

"Ok the system should be ready to go now," he finally replied.

I looked up at the clock it was just a bit shy of midnight. Poor guy had been working for two hours straight. I slide over as he got out of the way.

"Log in and everything is the same. Just check to see if the database got put over correctly please," he said. "I got to use the bathroom."

I did return the favor of looking over at him as he walked away. The black pants didn't reveal much but did hug his ass bit tight. The rest of his body was covered in clothing too loose to imagine what he looked like underneath. Overall I'd say he was pretty handsome. I turned to the computer and logged in. The system seemed to be the same just that that setup was a bit more clearer more image based. I opened up criminal records and scanned them. Everything seemed to be in order. As I waited for Kevin to come back I typed in his name curious what I would find. I found nothing at all. Just a couple of warnings on speeding and one speeding ticket in Westbrook but other than that he was as clean as a whistle. His life must have been one of structure I imagined. He came out of the bathroom I was relieved to smell and hear that he had washed his hands afterwards. So many guys and not just the cops I worked with didn't bother to wash their hands and with a nose like mine it was hard to ignore that fact.

"So how is it working?" he asked as he walked over.

"Seems to be alright," I replied. I wondered for a second if I should see just how rigid he was and if I could shake him up a bit. He seemed so tense around me that I wanted to see why. I wanted to see if he had picked up on the fact I was a predator. I knew no one would suspect I was a werewolf but I did wonder if people could pick up on something out of synch with me. "Tell me Mr. Howard, I show here a couple of outstanding tickets you owe."

"Huh?" he replied. It shook him but it didn't really push him. "Oh good grief don't tell me I mucked up...wait are you looking at my criminal records?"

"I had to test the system as you said. I am just joking your record is pretty spotless, though watch the lead foot I would recommend," I suggested.

"So I take it everything is in order officer?"

I gazed over the screen looking at his record again. There was one entry that got me the information I wanted. Back in his high school days he was brought into a station in Boston for what was put in as lewd acts. The file was hard to read as it was a digital pdf file that had been scanned in. Common these days just to keep files on the computer rather than masses of papers around. The wave of the future.

"It would seem so, Mr. Howard. I am curious what did you do in Boston to warrant being brought into the station there?" I asked curiously.

"Isn't there some law against looking and using my criminal record?" he demanded.

"More than likely but whose criminal record was I going to look at than the only other person here? I am just asking out of curiosity. You're a pretty straight laced guy so being brought into Boston must have been quite the trip."

"I was in college then and I was part of a gay rights protest. Cops nabbed a few of us because someone whom I never even knew decided to moon the police. There was no arrest they just brought us in to rattle us I think. Of course one of my friends got busted for having weed on him. Thankfully the police let me go," he explained rather forthcomingly pausing after the last statement. "And no I don't smoke weed either."

"I am not a judge Mr. Howard just a police officer. Doesn't matter me to what you did in the past unless it involves a subpoena or outstanding warrant," I answered back closing his criminal record. "Thank you and I am sorry for using your record. I was merely curious. They wouldn't have thrown you into jail most they would have done is maybe noted you were in the presence of someone in posession asked some awkward questions of you. So who did moon the police?"

Kevin smiled a bit. "It was a friend of mine, Randy, he had a fine ass back then."

His smile disappeared as he looked at me. That was the thing with barriers once they were broken people usually cracked and the truth came flooding out. He had revealed what I wanted to know. It was a round about way of getting the answer but at least now I know or could probe further. Police tactics were once again proving to be useful outside of work. I leaned back in my chair, resting my arms on the armrest, trying not to smile.

"Nothing to be ashamed about. I've seen plenty of asses in my life, some are pretty good looking as well," I replied trying to keep the conversation less lewd and indirect. "So were you there as a supporter or was it something more personal?"

"If you are asking if I am gay officer that's rather personal you think?" he responded flatly.

"I'll grant you that and perhaps it's a clumsy way for a cop to ask a fellow out for a cup of coffee," I smiled back at him. "That is if you want to."

"Ok..." he replied his response filled with questions that I'd happily ask later.

Now it had been Kevin's turn to ask me questions as he sat at the bar nursing a third glass of rum and coke. I had started to drink as well just to make him feel more at ease. Last time we had both drunk together had ended in a rather pleasant night together though the morning was not as fun as I would have liked it to be. Werewolves do get hangovers at least I did that morning. Unlike in that first meeting Kevin's questions were harder to answer and he didn't have the aid of a computer. A lot of what he asked I simply had not answers for because I myself didn't know the answers. I wanted to just reach out and hug him or find some way to show him the only thing that had changed was the fact I was a werewolf. I was still the same person. Still the same man he had met months ago late at night while we both worked. The same guy who drove him home because he was too tired to do so even after we had the coffee.

"I just don't know how to handle all this," he replied looking more down at the mostly ice filled glass than at me. He looked up at me finally after finishing off the drink. "I know you won't know what's going to happen next but I have to ask what was your plan for us? Did you ever have a plan for this?"

That was the one question I was hoping he wouldn't ask tonight. With everything going on I didn't know what to expect from coming out into the open like I did. I didn't know what the other werewolves might think or might do. I didn't even know how many of them there were in the world or even how many of them would even react to this. I half expected most to simply go about what they had been doing all this time regardless of what happened to me, maybe with a little bit more caution. I sat there silent not making contact with Kevin for a bit.

"I didn't mean for you to find out about this like this. I was hoping in time we'd become a couple and then one day when I felt comfortable enough and sure enough you wouldn't leave me because of it I would have showed you. Probably dropping lots of hints about it along the way. I know that doesn't make much sense at all but that's what I had planned to do. I never planned to come out like this only to you. As far as that plan..." I breathed in deeply knowing the answer I was going to give him was going to either make or break our relationship right there and now. "I was hoping you'd want to...Well you see Kevin...one thing Hollywood or the books did get right was that you can become a werewolf if one bites you and you live. I was hoping to..."

I stopped before I could finish the explanation as I felt his eyes upon me. I saw him staring at me. It was the look I was afraid of. That look that said so many things without saying anything at all. A look of disbelief tinged with an accusation of how could I. The look that pained me to see as he was probably justified in what he felt.

"I am being honest here Kevin. It's what you wanted. Me to be honest. That's what you said at Dunkin Donuts. You wanted me to be honest and as much as I was honest with you I did keep being a werewolf from you because honestly would you have even believed me if I did tell you?" I asked frankly. I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it from his lips for him to acknowledge that I wasn't wrong in why I did what I did.

"No I wouldn't have believed you. I would have thought it was a joke and you had just been toying with me that night," he replied sucking down the melted ice cubes. He got up going to the bottle of rum again and the last remaining Coke. I pulled him back to the bar seat with just one hand to the shoulder. He practically fell into it.

"No no more booze, not now and not for the rest of the evening. I got to have you to have a clear head for what I am about to say," I demanded. I thought I could demand that obeidance from him. He nodded slowly still not making any eye contact with me. "Ok knowing that you wouldn't accept it I knew you would in time maybe. I couldn't know when exactly but I was going to let you know. As far me wanting to bite you. I just wanted you to be there with me. I don't think you'd be happy with me if you didn't become like me. There are things I can't share with you..."

"Such as?" he asked in an inquiring tone which suggested he was mildly curious though I did wonder how much of that was the booze talking.

"Smells. Scents are like a painting, or sculpture. I can't describe the way scent work." I looked around and picked up an empty glass from the bar counter. "See this? What does it smell like?"

He hesitated a bit but in the end sniffed the stubby glassware. "It smells like dish detergent about all. What does?"

I sniffed the glass. "I smell that the dish detergent is Dawn, about two weeks old, the glass was cleaned about a week ago. Last contents in it were orange juice, grenadine, and way too much tequila for a Tequila Sunrise. You were horny when you made the drink. Not to brag but you didn't wash your hands after you got out of the bathroom to take a piss before returning to finish off the drink."

"You could just tell all that because you were there," he rebutted.

"You also masturbated with your right hand and didn't do a very good job cleaning it off this morning. You dribbled coffee on your shirt and had a hard drive blow up on you from the bit of carbon on your shirt. You're afraid of the reporters outside. You smell of sweat, tears, and most importantly of all you doused yourself with the pine calonge I gave you for your birthday or you had an accident with a pine tree some point today."

"You had the force spy on me," he sat there stunned refusing to believe what I could pick up by scent alone.

"Yeah cause I got that kind of clout in the police force. I can also taste the sandwich you had for lunch. You are a messy eater you know that. Right now you are just on the cusp of being full on drunk but you don't want to. Of course I suspect the real reason you drank was not to cope with this but..."

I stopped explaining and leaned forward nibbling on his neck while holding him tightly in a single fast motion. I didn't need any keen sense of smell to know he was now aroused completely. I also didn't need any kind of special hearing to hear the moan of pleasure escape his mouth. I pulled back a bit and looked at him.

"...You wanted to spend the night knowing I wouldn't let you drive home drunk. I don't need to be a werewolf to figure that one out," I grinned rather smugly.

"Bastard!" he grinned back which made me relieve that he could at least smile with a monster holding him. "So anything else I should know?"

"About what?" I asked letting my grip on him relax a bit.

"About becoming a werewolf," he replied.