Howling at the Moon

Delila promptly grimaced, “Jesus, I am not old enough to be called ma’am. My name’s Delila, and if you need to be proper, then Nurse MacKenna works just fine, Douglas.” She hesitated briefly before sighing and reaching to get a roll of gauze. “You’re sure you don’t want dissolvable stitches?”

“Scheiße, come here and let me look at that.” Without actually waiting for the young man to do so, Delila quickly slipped on a pair of latex gloves after guiding him to sit on a nearby stool, fingers carefully prodding at the injury. “You shouldn’t have been walking around the city so late by yourself,” she softly admonished. “I don’t think you’ll need anything more than dissolvable stitches What’s your name?”

This time, when they kissed, he could feel the desire, the beat of the wolf’s heart had sped up, and the hands on his hips made it hard for Stefan to want to pull away. This moment was one of a series of perfect moments he had experienced over the past few hours, and he wanted to stay in it for much longer than he knew was possible.

He returned the second kiss and kept holding Douglas’ hands, loving how warm they were against his cool skin. “Maybe when you wake up?” a smirk played on his lips, “I think getting a night of sleep first is a minimum requirement.” In all honesty, they could text each other all night and into the next morning if they wanted to, even if he had more work to do, he could energise himself beforehand with some of his backstock of blood from the bank. “I will wait for your text.” Already, he was thinking of a proper date to take him on, maybe cooking him food at his flat. “Sleep well, we will speak soon, I know we will.”

Duggy gave him a gentle nod as he stepped back towards the door, his hands slipping as distance came between them. “A full night of sleep it is,” he smiled gently. He bit his lower lip as he turned to head for the door. He could feel his cheeks burning, his lips felt as if they were buzz, and it was unreal. 

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The gym was open and it was a fairly normal day, Duggy was working over a bag while others trained around him, he was grateful for the opportunity to better himself, make Daz worry less, and Mal, he wanted them to be proud, wanted everything to go smooth, wanted to be more than a burden, a child.

Normally the opening of gym door didn’t draw his attention but this time it did, this time was different. The scent alone was enough to draw his eye, something familiar, something special. It was like family but not in the way of their father, no, this was something far less awful, something more akin to the smell of Daz or Mal. Family wasn’t what you were born with, but what you were made of. Mal was their Alpha, Daz was his brother, his guardian, but this man...

He was their father, more than Charlie or Mal, he made them all that they were, he made them. It was Jameson, and he wreaked of guilt, of trepidation. It gave Duggy some sense of relief. He should have felt that way. As quickly as he’d looked at Jameson, he went back to the bag. Ignoring him even as he approached. “How much for a membership?”

“Oh, ‘m not even gonna pretend ta think that’s not a load of shit. I dun care why yer here, mate, jus’ go ‘fore Daz storms out here, yea?” he said looking over at the man who’d caused so much suffering. Duggy didn’t want to see the fight, he didn’t want to be there for it. It would come, but he didn’t need it to spoil all of the positives happening in his life.

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Douglas,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, but you will, so just buzz off. You disappeared, we picked up all of the pieces, got everything going for us now. Haven’t needed you so just go.”

Jameson nodded to his words. “Alright, alright, that’s fair, but I already know you don’t want me to go, you want me to make things right, I want that too. I never stopped thinking about you boys.”