Rugged Bane

  "Not a lot, father. Apart from my ears and tail that you see already….I can only grow some fangs. I was always told to never go any further with me transformation. …but….I guess there are no more humans around to say no." Striker smiled, his tail wagged excitedly at the prospect of learning more of what he potentially could do.

"Well I guess I'll have to teach you.. .Not just now, but in time." Smiles a little and ruffles his hair. "What do you want to do today? Anything specific? It's up to you."

  Striker closed his eyes and whimpered. He knew he had to be marked again, on the spot Lance did so ot nipped and hurt but he stayed strong...for Bane, his father. He turned back looking to the older wolf."I'm okay dad. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising, it's not your fault Ok?" Bane gently ran a hand through the others hair. "How far can you transform? Let's focus on that shall we?"

  Striker lowered his ears and his tail tucked under his legs. He was deeply saddened that he hadn't tried harder to stop Lance. He turned around and lowered his head, revealling the bite mark on the back of his neck. Striker shivered, remembering it when it happened. "He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to just cause me pain and make me his play thing."

"Well as I said, that ain't happenin'. I'll make sure this want to be Alpha learns his place." He said before biting the exact spot that Lance had, to make sure that the bite would be his own, not Lance's. When he was done, he licked the wound to stop the blood. "You Ok kid?"

"Okay....dad." Striker grinned, his heart racing as he was so excited that he didn't need to hide the fact that he was a free wolf now and that he could reveal he was in Bane's pack. The male he respected most and loved to call dad. Striker nuzzled his head against Bane's chest before kissing him softly on the cheek. He knew he had to twll Bane what had happened with Lance. "Dad....I need to tell you something. While you were away. Another wolf, called Lance....he handcuffed me to the bed and raped me. He wanted me to say things and....he marked me. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. I was helpless."

Bane couldn't help but to grin, he didn't think he would, but he really liked being called Dad. Though it was short lived, the smile faded and anger replaced it. "He raped you? Marked you? Show me the mark, is he the one I can smell?" A deep growl escaped him, now he'd have to re-mark him to over dominate the other stupid Alpha. "You're to stay away from this Lance, Ok? I'll be talking to him. He is by no means your Alpha, do you understand me?"

  "Bane!" Striker pounces over to the older male before wrapping his arms in a great embrace at seeing the male he trusted with his life. "Things got a bit crazy here. I just tried to stay away from it all. I was looking for you."

Bane laughed a ittle and held the other for a moment. "There ain't rules no more, yeh can call me Dad if yeh wanted to." Bane grinned a little and kissed his head. "Well I was under some rubble, ironic, ain't it?" Chuckles a little. "My owner left I guess, I can't smell him anywhere."

Fucking headaches.

"Well how about if I tell you my name? Then we would be strangers, would we? I honestly don’t mind, I don’t like seeing people in pain."

Grayson smiled softly and nodded. “I’m Grayson.” He introduced himself, moving over some so that the other could take a seat if he wanted. “You’re very kind to worry so much about something like a headache.”

Aaron chuckled a little and took the seat, taking it as an offer. "Yeah, well. What can I say? I enjoy caring about people, since I know how it feels not to have people care. It's not a nice feeling, not being cared about." He shrugged. "And isn't it nice to feel cared about? Worried about even?"

  'Yes, I'll be attending. I've never taken a US history course before, mostly because I'm from Europe. and I know you were, Professor. And likewise, Sir.' He nodded as he wrote, turning the notebook to show him.

"Europe? What part? I've never been to Europe, I'd like too though. Especially Venice, I really like boats." He said with a chuckle. "What part of history do you think you'll enjoy most? I'll probably talk about a whole range of subjects, not just american."

Aaron shrugged a little. “That’s just me I guess, nothing too it, bein’ nice I mean.” Chuckling a little he pulled back from the hug completely and rubbed the back of his neck. He would have to control his protective instincts, that much was for sure. Aaron nodded. “Yeah, I’m new. The New History teacher, love the subject, you know? All that ancient stuff.” Chuckles again and for the first time actually feels awkward. 

Well… I can see how that is. I know what it’s like for parents not to care. It’s horrible, mine kicked me out when I was 17 and I got expelled from school.

So you were kind of in a similar experience? .. How did you deal with it sir? Feel kinda lonely because of it, you know?

I didn't really deal with it, I failed at dealing with it miserably. 

  Well, no its just that was the main reason. My parents didn’t like that I was gay and just stopped caring for me. They paid for me to go here just so they wouldn’t have to put up with me.

Well... I can see how that is. I know what it's like for parents not to care. It's horrible, mine kicked me out when I was 17 and I got expelled from school.

  I wanted to be around other gay men of course -he smirks- Its nice to be around them for obvious reasons. 

That's not all that noble. So you weren't bullied or anything before you came? It was just a normal life?

Really? Well I prefer the company of the teachers way more than half the students. And yeah, I love history sir. I’ll be there.

That's rather interesting. -Chuckles- So tell me about yourself, Jack? What made you come to this school?

Hi there, Aaron Marshal, and yours? I’m the history teacher.

Nice to meet you sir. I’m Jack, Jack Star. Nice to meet more of the teachers around here. 

It is? *Chuckles* Usually people are runnin' in the opposite direction from the teachers. So Jack, you going to be attending my class this semester? 

Aaron automatically loosened up his hold. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean too... I just... I know what it's like, to want to end it all." He sighed a little and shook his head, trying to shake the hold that his memories had over him. "Ok... And you don't have to talk about it, Ok? But if you ever do need to, or want to or anything, just come find me, Ok? Well... It doesn't have to be me, since you know... You don't really know me, but the offer is there." Aaron smiled a little down at the boy, just to show he really did mean it.

Fucking headaches.

"Well how about if I tell you my name? Then we would be strangers, would we? I honestly don't mind, I don't like seeing people in pain."