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4 Coffee and Choice

I couldn't believe he had accepted my offer to coffee. After all I had all but blackmailed him using his criminal record as leverage. Yet I was curious about him. Why would I ask a lowly IT guy out on a coffee date? Was it even a date? Or did he just want coffee? My brief forays into gay dating had often lead to men who just wanted to have sex with me and that was not what I wanted. He followed me into my cruiser. I had put on a dark coat with the city's logo and my own cop insignias and ranks on it. A radio was attached to my belt and a mic on my shoulder. The puffy coat did nothing but bulk me up further than I already was. I soon found myself sitting in the driver's side of a police cruiser as we left the station and zoomed down Congress Street to the nearest Dunkin Donuts which other than the twenty four hour gas stations would be the only place open at midnight to get a coffee. He looked impressed with all the buttons and lights in the car and a bit nervous too. Not helping his nerves likely was the locked down lever action rifle that sat in between the seats. Cars slowed down for us as we drove. It was a weeknight so there wasn't much in terms of traffic and nor was there anyone at the Dunkin Donuts. I almost was tempted to go through the drive through but instead I parked with the car facing the road.

"Coming along?" I asked.

"Isn't this like some sort of cliche, cop at a donut shop?" he asked trying not to make light of the situation even though I found it rather ironic.

"Well let me bust that cliche by saying I don't like donuts and there's no where else that serves coffee this late that isn't the consistency of engine oil or watered down piss," I remarked. "Though sometimes this can be hit or miss as well." I had apparently won points in his book for saying that as he laughed at what I said.

"What if you get a call?" he asked probably wondering how he'd get back to his car after all it was a long walk.

"Sadly you may have to walk it back to the station. Sorry but I am not bringing you along on a call. If something did happen to you one I wouldn't live well with myself and two I'd no doubt get fired. I am more concerned with something happening to you to be honest. I am here to serve and protect not bring trouble," I explained.

We went in and ordered coffee. The radio did chime a few but it was mostly just cruisers checking radios or random updates from other patrol cars calling in information to the dispatcher. I sat down on one of the small tables every Dunkin Donuts seemed to have. My large build dwarfing the small chair and table top. He sat down across from me slightly as I was wondering what the older man behind the counter would think about the two of us being there. What would he think of him sitting there with a cop in full uniform being brought in via cruiser no less?

"Aren't there rules against this sort of thing?" he asked wondering if there was some sort of protocol that was being broken.

"I am allowed a break and though I may be bending the rules a bit having you along as long as I am not answering a call we are good. As I said if I do get a call you may be on your own, so be prepared to be suddenly dumped and I am sorry if that should happen," I replied sipping the coffee.

"I appreciate the honestly," he replied taking in the nice warm liquid.

"I promise to be honest with you this whole time."

"So yeah I am gay just so we are honest with each other," he answered back in a hush tone so that others didn't hear not that there were any others besides the guy cleaning up the place behind the counter and I doubted he was listening in.

"I kind of figured Kevin and I'll be equally honest with you I am too," I replied.

"You're kidding me," he shook his head.

"I don't know you could be kidding me but I doubt it. Why do you doubt I am gay?" I asked raising a thick brow at me.

"You just don't seem...gay," he replied.

I felt like he had just insulted me with that statement but I didn't seem to flinch much. I honestly didn't seem gay at all. I was big, buff, masculine or so I thought of myself. The shaved black hair and deep eyebrows gave me a very masculine look. I looked bull dog like in build and throughout the night had acted like I would expect any straight guy to. Probably the biggest reasons he doubted me was that there had been no news about Portland getting a gay cop something that in such a small city would be recognized as news worthy. He kept looking at me, probably half expecting this to be another joke I was playing on him like the criminal record.

"And you do?" I fired back with a smile.

I had him there. He wasn't exactly a flaming gay man himself from what I could tell. I had friends who would have been shocked if I told them or co workers but not one had ever asked and if they did I would have answered honestly. That was my position on the subject. Don't advertise it unless it was called for or needed and I suspected Kevin was even more so protective of his orientation as he didn't seem comfortable talking about it.

"I guess you have a point there. So is this a date then?" he asked wondering if that was the intention all along.

"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't but I figured you'd want some coffee after the work you just did and I wanted to get out of the office for a bit. Do you want it to be a date?" I inquired back as he brought the coffee to his lips.

"Listen we just met and I am just an IT guy, you're a cop. Can we be honest with each other that regardless of anything else tonight that at the moment this is just a coincidence and go from there?" he stated.

I hadn't expected to be on a date with a guy I had just met. After all my track record of such dates usually ended in disaster. I'd be lying if I didn't think that Kevin was pretty hot. He was a smaller man who screamed that he would be ok with anything I would do to him. If I had to judge that under all that business attire he was a pretty good looking guy. I'd also be lying to myself if I hadn't secretly wanted to find out what he did look like under those clothes but I wasn't sure about doing a one night stand with an IT guy who could very well be in the closet. How would go over if it didn't work out? What if Kevin found out about me being a werewolf? It was a sinister thought that crept through my head as I wondered if he or anyone could handle that truth.. If I did wolf out no doubt Kevin would bring the police in thus complicating matters even more. I was tired and I could tell my concentration even with the coffee was waning.

"I do agree on the coincidence but would like to meet outside of work if that's ok? Most guys don't want to date a cop in this town due to one reason or another so please be honest with me and let me know if this won't go any where and I'll be honest with you for now on," I stated.

I was being honest in my desire to meet up again and I could understand his reasoning if Kevin didn't want to. Portland was full of gay men but most were heavy weed smokers or outright on heavier and more illegal drugs. I didn't want to get my hopes up either but it was looking like I might start dating a guy for the first time in months. I hoped that he wouldn't get chicken feet about dating a cop. It wasn't like his track record was criminal. It was pretty clean overall so what did he have to fear from me?

"Ok we can meet later on. For right now I need to get back to the station and finish up updating those computers before I fall asleep. By the way thank you for the coffee," he smiled at me. "So are you out on the force or is it secret?"

"I haven't officially stated it amongst everyone but the chief had to be told naturally and he pretty much told me as long as I keep my dick in my pants and did my job we'd be ok," I answered once outside and heading to the cruiser.

"Funny my boss told me the same thing almost word for word," he laughed.

I found myself supporting Kevin with my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my neck as we made it up the stairs. He had drunk way too much rum and was compensating for the stress that I had caused him. In the back of my mind I did think that he had planned to drink enough so he could spend the night, not that he needed the excuse. Since I had seen the news I didn't want him to face a double edge sword of being the first boyfriend of a gay werewolf. There had been less about the gay part and obviously more on the werewolf part of the problem we would both face. It showed how progressive society could get when the dynamics of the world changed so swiftly.

"So let me get this straight. If you bite me I become a werewolf?" he asked for perhaps the third time since we had danced around the issue in the kitchen. The drinks he had were not really allowing the answer to sink in.

"Yep," I replied with a slight chuckle as I had to practically had to pull him up the last few steps.

"I am surprised you didn't bite me last time," he grinned as he suddenly kissed him on the lips briefly after getting up the steps.

I stopped in my tracks even as he stood there with his hands clutching my shirt in a tight knot.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a drunken stupor as he laid there on the bed.

His arms were on my thick shoulders as I looked down at him. The world had briefly changed for a few moments as I felt that tingling sensation of the change and burning in my chest. Beads of sweat came down from my forehead as I looked down at him concerned I had done something that we would have both regretted. He looked up at me with a confused look on his face. I wondered if he had even known how close he had gotten me to bite him. Even though I was huffing away in deep breathes as I looked down saw that all I had done was mouth his exposed shoulder with my mouth, no marks, no blood. He moved his hands down the v of my neck and shoulder muscles down the rounded pecs of my chest. I felt his fingers touch the black hair that was thicker than it normally was. I hoped that in his drunken state he wouldn't catch on. He paused there his hands tracing the fuzz as if trying to figure out what had happened. The only time he would have seen me shirtless recently was at the gym we had recently started going to and those round pecs would have been lightly dusted in fine black hairs that spurted along the lower chest to about just above my nipples down the valley between the mounds of hardened muscle and flesh. Right now though they were very hairy, in fact the large plains of my chest were covered in thicker hairs. He smiled up at me as he continued to explore my body as apparently my suspicion of his drunkenness was correct.

"Nothing...never mind" I huffed out between heavy breaths.

I wondered if he would have asked what was the big deal. We had talked about having sex for some time since that initial meeting at Dunkin Donuts and the talk at the office afterwards. The second date was a movie date and we just went from there. Now we were doing what he had fantasized about though I didn't know how much he was actually enjoying it given his inebriated state but his body certainly did enjoy it. I felt the pressure build below my waist as I bent down on him. Those lips came up and a warm tongue slid into my mouth not for the first time that night. I gladly accepted wrapping my arms around his back and tightening my legs around his waist to give me more leverage. I thought I tasted something coppery when he kissed me the last time and that had me looking all over his body for any sign of injury. Fortunately he was still in one piece. Soon I was thrusting away the bed shaking or maybe it was the world spinning it was hard to tell. I felt his hands on my hairy chest as I pushed his legs towards his body. My cries of ecstasy joined his own moaning groans. My powerful arms pulled him close to me and I felt my hard pecs rub against his own less impressive ones. Our sweaty bodies entwined in a sweaty embrace of intimacy.

I looked at Kevin the same way I had when we had first gone to bed with one another. I had thought I could keep myself under control and for the most part I did just that. I fortunately kept the wolf side at bay and the only results that I thought he might remember was the fact I was a bit more hairier than usual. That was the trouble with any kind of physical activity and powerful emotions. The wolf would try come out and there was little you could do to stop it completely. After several years of practice and training I was able to at least control how to let it out. At the time I wasn't even aware of what I had done until I had thought I tasted blood and started looking for bite marks. One thing that Quentin had drilled into me when he trained me was that a werewolf's bite regardless of the form you were in was able to transmit the curse. Quentin had spent his life studying our nature and coming from a medical background him telling me it was a curse said a lot. In the years after he had left me to find my own path Quentin had some what isolated a germ he called it. He wasn't sure what it was exactly but was aiming for bateria last time he emailed me.

He hung onto my shirt as if the floor was falling out under his feet, practically ripping it off my body. Given how much he had drank I was not surprised and as much as I wanted to take him then and there I had to be responsible now more than ever. I'd been watching him waiting for the signs of his own beast to come showing through in the last few weeks since that drunken sleep over but it didn't seem to be happening. I was convinced that I had dodged a bullet. Maybe Quentin's theory was wrong. Kevin had a sly grin on his face as he pulled up on my shirt revealing my hairy stomach. He looked up at me with an expression of lust as he tongued over the abs. Goosebumps rose in his passing tongue as I shivered a bit. Damn it felt good to be licked down there.

A tight stinging pinch broke me out of my closed eyed bliss as I looked down. Kevin was teething on my hardened abs, sucking away on the flesh. In a flash he bit down on my stomach. The pleasure of his tongue was replaced with the pain of his teeth. I swiftly pried him off my stomach and all but pushed him against the wall. As I did I noticed his gaze at me had turned from lust filled to grimacing in a rage. The light brown eyes had gone and were replaced by a deep hued orange yellow.

"Oh fuck me," I growled. Seriously did this have to happen now of all times to happen.

"Now there's an idea," he smiled as he tried to push against my arms.

I realized why he had gone to my stomach. It was a typical behavior for a wolf to show it's stomach as a sign of submission and by me allowing him to lick my stomach he had gotten me to submit. It was one of the many types of subtle body language werewolves had. I had asked Quintin about the concept of a werewolf pack and he honestly told me he was unaware of such things. He had also told me he wasn't a werewolf guru but he was able to teach me a lot about my nature. I slammed Kevin's body back against the wall shaking the picture frames and rattling the timbers behind.

"NO! Get that idea out of your head right now Kevin!" I growled as I turned his head towards the hallway mirror. "Take a look at yourself."

Kevin looked at the mirror and his expression changed from raging hormones to curious gaze to shock.

"What...what's going?" he whimpered as he stared back at himself with those brillant eyes.

"Sorry Kevin but remember the last time we fooled around? I was drunk, you were drunk, we went at it like rabbits. I thought I hadn't bitten you but I now I am pretty damn sure I did. Right there!" I jabbed his shoulder which made him wince in pain.

"Why...why....nooooooooo!" His denial was to be expected. The no descended into a horrifying pitiful howl as he tried to struggle against me. I could feel the change come over him. I could feel the muscles twisting. The blood was flowing hard beneath his skin and his scent had gone from being human to being musky filled with a thousand mixed emotions ranging from fear to rage. That was the beast coming through. A creature of pure rage and fear lashing out against the world in a never ending vendetta against the living. The beast was something I fought against and every werewolf did. The first time mine manifested it resulted in a sheep herd meeting a very messy end. There was no telling what would happen with Kevin.

I woke up in a panic, finding myself sitting up in my bed. I looked over to the side of me feeling a heavy weight half expecting to see a brown furred werewolf version of Kevin. Instead I found him curled up against me snoring away. I rubbed my sweaty brow. The one thing about being a werewolf that never was easy to get over was the fear of transforming someone you loved. Quentin thought it was transmitted by bite but then the question I had was how did I become a werewolf? As far as I could tell I had always been a werewolf and so had Quentin. The idea we had formed was that at least one of our parents was a werewolf, maybe both. I didn't really recall much of my parents has they had died early on. Quentin suspected his parents but never got an answer from either one. I was fearful that even having sex with anyone might infect them so a condom was always used but you never knew. If I bite could transmit it why not a French kiss? So far Kevin hadn't changed and as I looked over at the rubbish bin I saw the tell tale wrapper of a condom.

I turned my face to the mirror in front of the bed and this time instead of those glowing orange hued yellow eyes staring back my normal dark gaze started back at my once shaven face which now had a tell tale five o'clock shadow on it. My black buzzed head was a bit messier as my hair had grown out a few more inches than I normally kept it due to being out of work the last few days. I could feel my muscles contracting and expanding a bit the last few flutters of a near nervous change. In the mirror I saw my face slightly push out a bit before retreating again. That was common when you got those emotions going you'd start changing. I could hold it together most of the time but when I was asleep I was a prisoner of my dreams and it wasn't uncommon for me to wake up fully transformed. The voice in my head told me that I could now take Kevin now, win and be the man in charge. I didn't have to listen to that voice. I was used to ignoring the urges that would come and go. Sure it would be great to have Kevin as an equal but I wasn't sure I was ready to go there. Our intimacy had now been reduced to two drunken sessions and he was usually the catalyst of those escapades. If Kevin was drinking now with everything going on how would he handle being a werewolf? A drunk werewolf was a horrible idea to even begin to imagine.

I laid back into the bed and Kevin's unconscious body instantly clung to mine. His hand resting on my round chest. I looked over at the condom wrapper. I hadn't remembered having sex with him. He had barely made it to bed before falling asleep. I was tired too the stress of the last few days had finally taken its toll. Next thing I remembered was the nightmare of Kevin's unexpected transformation. I was glad it was a nightmare and not the real thing as I wasn't sure I could handle Kevin being a werewolf on top of everything else. Still I kept thinking on the condom wrapper. Had I actually tried to have sex with him? My mind was fuzzy on that. Surely I hadn't left the trash there since the last time.

That had been a rather nice night. I had drank a bit and Kevin had drank alot and so when it came time to do what we had talked about I did push a bit. What he wouldn't have known at the time was by push I didn't just mean my pelvis into him. No I had pushed my animal side out a bit, just a bit. I wanted to gauge his reaction and it still was a mystery for me. I didn't know if Kevin would be comfortable having sex with me after discovering what I was. Yet here he was lying comfortably against me sleeping away like a newborn baby. Of course how much of that was due to the rum and his nature comfort zone would have to be asked later. For the moment I took in the nice quiet bliss that had come into my life and wrapped my arm around his shoulder holding him close as I fell asleep.

The sun had probably woken him up as he stared up at a ceiling I hadn't expected to see him wake up but then again I was a light sleeper. There were circular swirls in white plaster. A look of recognition the pattern on the ceiling passed on his face instead of the initial shock and awe expression of a few seconds ago. .He almost fell back to sleep. He bolted up in shock. He clutched his head as he did so. I grabbed the trash can forgetting about the condom wrapper in it. My instinct was to save the bedding from an unnecessary washing if I could help it and Kevin certainly looked like he was about to do just that. As if on queue he wretched, the contents of his stomach entering into the waste basket and missing entirely.This was not the start to the morning I had expected last night. More hacking followed and he leaned back catching his breath. I got out of bed.

"Oh....my..." he muttered quietly as he scanned the room.

"Quite the night huh?" I stated with a sly grin on his face.

"Was it?"

"Yep."

"Did I?"

"Yep."

"Did you?"

"Nope."

"Did we then?" he asked pointing to the condom package on the side of the waste bin.

"Most definitely we did not," I replied to the last question directly which made him smile wickedly. He was the suddenly at my feet before I could even explain what happened.

He rose up a bit his warm body heat leaving my lower half for a moment. The sudden cold air against my bare skin made me gasp. I gasped even louder as Kevin lapped at the stray hairs just above my scrotum and moved his tongue in circular patterns up towards my naval. He teethed the skin right above the belly button making me moan. I fell back into the pillow as I felt certain parts of my body begin to stir awake with my mind. Suddenly I was flipping him onto his back rather unceremoniously. I pressed my full weight press down on him as well as another type of weight sliding against his exposed butt cheeks. His body pressed willing against my front as I a stirring in my groin.

"You owe me a lot of house work right now," I told him point blank. . "You also gave me quite the scare last night. I think I'll take my payment out of you right now."

I was an animal when he started licking at that most sensitive area. I did have enough common sense in my morning haze to put on a rubber before I thrusted into him without even using any sort of preparation. His cries of protest were soon moans of pleasure as I thrusted in and out of him. It didn't take long for me to have him reduced to a mass of moaning flesh beneath me. The room was filled with wet slapping as I held onto his hips pushing him up and into me. He was on all fours and the musky scent of sex filled my nostrils. I mercilessly slammed into him occasionally letting out a curse word or two. Oh it felt so good to pound him like this. I smelt his own arousal peaking as I continued to assault his backside. There was no denying he enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed doing it to him. It didn't take long for Kevin to stain the bed again as he cried out his orgasm. I wasn't done with him though and continued to screw him. I finally came in a three long hard thrusts, arching my back and holding Kevin's shoulders down. I moaned out loud as I filled him.

It wasn't long for the call of nature to come knocking at my bladder. Kevin had fallen back to sleep and I knew from experience of my youth that the first times were the more exhausting and I had probably tired him even more with what I had just done. I left him asleep on the ruined bed and went to the bathroom. The bathroom mercifully had been spared the carnage of the drunk puking. I winced at the damage in the hallway. I knew it was going to be bad but I didn't expect it to be that bad. Several picture frames had gotten tossed off the walls and broken along with a few keepsakes, apparently I could keep him under control as much as I thought I had. As I walked past the bedroom I saw Kevin had curled up on his side sound asleep. I smiled. I could happily live with seeing him like that every morning, but I also didn't want to get my hopes up. No doubt he'd be upset when he did wake up and the aftermath of last nights events became his new reality. I wasn't about to fool myself into thinking everything would end happily ever after.

I was going to have a damn good go at it though. I put on a raggity t-shirt and some boxer briefs before I went downstairs. I hadn't done the routine of looking out the bedroom window to see if the press was still there but I imagine some were. I had strictly been told not to talk to the press until the powers that be made their decision on what they were going to be doing with me. Arthur the chief of police had put me on administered leave. A fancy way of saying I was grounded with pay until things worked out. I hoped that I could go back to work but I also knew the reality of it all. I did have a plan and that was something I'd have to modify and include Kevin in on. That would wait until later. The first story had been spared Kevin's little rampage so that would save some time as far as clean up. I did look out towards the door and sure enough the press were still camped outside. I was wondering when and if there would be another story that would take away attention from all this. You're a fucking werewolf, a voice screamed at me in my head which made that thought quickly disappear. Like it or not I was the catalyst of a whole new world.

With another morning stuck at home I started making breakfast for two. Pancakes and bacon were all I had to work with and I knew Kevin would be starving when he did finally wake up. That was the price of changing into a man beast was that you burned a lot of calories it seemed. Not a morning after did I spend not eating my fill of food. As I was finishing up the last batch of pancakes and bacon, the phone rang. I almost was willing to let it go on ringing like I had been for the last few days. Something told me not to. I heard Kevin stirring upstairs his heavy footfalls to the bathroom told me he was still some what asleep. The door to the bathroom shut just as I picked up the cordless phone.

"Hello, Donovan here," I answered.

"Well hello there old friend," came a reply.

The voice on the other end almost made me drop the phone in surprise. I turned away from the stairway hoping to some how shield Kevin from hearing the conversation.

"Wha..."

"Yes indeed Donovan, what. As in what were you thinking, I thought I had emphasized the need for discretion when I trained you. Yet here we are," stated that voice from the past in a cold, somber tone of complete detachment. "Don't explain now, but I will be seeing you quite soon. Good bye."

Kevin came down the staircase wrapped in a towel he had gotten from the bathroom.

"Who was that?" he asked yawning.

I looked at him for a moment. There would be nothing I could say right now that would make him understand the gravity of the situation. He had told me last time we had departed that if I were to see him again in person it would probably mean he was my executioner. Morning explanations just got a lot more complex.

"Trouble," I answered simply and cryptically.