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"Hello to you to," he groans and wiggles, forcing Lando to track his movements with his jaws, lest he do something he doesn't want to do under any circumstances. This is all a part of a game, after all. It's not a fun game if there are real consequences for it. "This isn't a nice way to wake up, you know, I had an amazing nap while you were gone, only to be interrupted by this."

Lando growls, jostling saliva from his jaws which drip onto Max's skin. He shudders, hating the way his heartbeat jumps. Keen wolf senses really put Max at a disadvantage here, Lando's tail is already wagging at the way he feels Max reacting. Can probably smell it too. Max sighs and goes limp beneath those teeth, reaching up to scratch Lando between the ears.

Folding up Lando's clothes into a pillow, Max lays down and watches the clouds drift by. He could get out his phone, but why should he, when he's surrounded by nature? It feels nice. Something he had never really done before Lando got turned, four or so years ago. Feels like a long time ago, that. Lando showing up at Max's door completely distraught and covered in blood. Had really scared Max, especially when he tried to help Lando clean the wounds after he refused to allow Max to call anyone for help. Because, there hadn't been any wounds.

"Erin, what do you think of Lando touching you?" he asks, since they hadn't exactly discussed it before Max had spit out that he loves it last night to an incredibly drunk Lando. They hadn't brought it up. Lando did brush his hands across Erin's spine as he got out of bed. Max thinks that Lando thought he was asleep. Or maybe he knew he wasn't. It doesn't matter which is true, it makes Max's stomach flip flop no matter what's true. Erin looks at Max with her wide, near unblinking eyes. Her narrow muzzle is pressed onto his thigh as she maintains eye contact.

"Same as you," she says. He sighs.

"You're not supposed to agree with me."

Her tongue swipes across her nose and she blinks at him slowly. Her damn tail is wagging now too. "Should I lie then? When you told the truth?"

"No, no, you don't have to lie."

first, a little bit more of hunt because OMG this fic is fun what!! (im rediscovering this as im reading to pick out pieces of it)

Oof! Lando wheezes out a breath as his back meets the dirt, pinned by Oscar's careful paws. One hold him by the chest, just enough pressure to say you're not going anywhere as the other pins down a front leg. He complains, Oscarrr...

He's ignored, squirming and all, as Oscar throws his head to the sky and gives a response howl. The loud answering howl as them both looking at the clearing's edge. A brown wolf with black markings and a white stomach stands at the edge, and Lando barks excitedly as he shoves his free paw into Oscar's chest.

George! Lando barks from beneath the paws that are now holding him down harder; Oscar's warning growl means nothing to Lando as George approaches, sniffing at Lando's muzzle.

Did you catch him? George asks with a low questioning gruff.

Lando's responding happy yip pulls another grumble from Oscar. George sniffs at Oscar's neck, stepping closer as he chuffs with amusement. George's amusement and glee only grows as Oscar tries to pull away from his inspection, prevented from dodging entirely by the way he is still pinning Lando onto the earth. George presses forward as Lando voices his joy with a soft bark, squirming free as Oscar is distracted. Immediately George's attention shifts and his nose presses into Lando's fur, he rumbles pleasantly and Lando allows himself to rub his cheek against George's shoulder.

too cute. sigh. i really wanna finish this one now, lol.

gross... hehehehe. this one is funnn. more werewolves, because of course. what else could i possibly write, other then EVEN MORE werewolves? only lando is a werewolf though~ i have posted one piece of this one hereee but i will give you a little bit more :3

"Awee," Lando choos as he tugs Max harder, pulling his neck into Lando's face. He inhales deeply, groaning. Unfortunately, that sends a shudder through Max. "Max, you smell good."

"I'm all sweaty."

"Exactly."

...

"You'll wait for me, yeah?" Lando's voice is gravely, in the same way it gets in the morning when he's just woke up or during sex or just before he transforms and even after a transformation. It makes Max squirm beneath his weight.

"Lando," Max hisses. He grabs Lando by the shoulders and pushes.

Lando doesn't budge, even though he's supposed to be loose-limbed right now. He stares and says, "you gonna wait?"

The pause forces Max to look Lando directly in his eyes, take in the breadth of the colors beneath the sun. The gold of his oncoming transformation pins Max to the grass beneath earth and he has to nod, there's nothing else he could do other than that, right now.

"I'll wait," dry, his mouth feels so dry.

"Mate," Max says, gritting his teeth as he hesitantly returns his hand to the steering wheel.

"Mate," Lando stresses, leaning towards Max again, trying to disguise his approach through the curve of the road. It doesn't work. Max sighs.

"We're almost there, you need to chill."

Lando sniffs loudly from his seat, giving Max a look that is approximately what a begging puppy gives. If he was in his wolf form he'd already be licking at Max's mouth, begging for food like a pup even though Max can't feed him like that.

The rest of the ride is full of Lando's loud sniffing, which he does because he can see Max's grip tightening on the steering wheel as he takes the final few turns until they reach the spot. Proximity means they've been here a few times, a bit more then usual in the last couple weeks, since there's not been any races when there should've been. When Max puts the car into park, Lando jumps him, not caring that the lack of space puts him directly on Max's lap. He never cares.

"Finally," Lando whines as he nuzzles into Max's neck and starts to vigorously sniff at the conjunction of his throat and shoulder.

"Lando," Max warns. He grips Lando's hips and squeezes enough to get Lando to look at him. "Not in here."

"I don't care if we get messy, mate, you know this," Lando retorts. "I can just pay to somebody clean it."

"Yeah that's all good and well but what if they find out?" Lando's smirking already and Max knows he's said the wrong thing.

"Anyone with a nose already knows that I've claimed you." That devil. Max opens the door and shoves Lando into the grass outside.

Lando, limbs loose in that way they only get when he's on the brink of a shift, lands with enough grace to irritate Max further.

"They can't smell it."

"Yes they caaan," Lando singsongs, giggling as he sits up in the grass.