He's almost back to normal now. You can feel his body shift behind you, bones creaking and skin snapping as he falls back into his human form. The claws digging into your hip turn back into fingertips, the growling jaws at the back of your neck turn back into soft lips. Where a thick coat of fur pressed against you, it's now just skin, the familiar texture of your boyfriend's chest hair against your back.
"Shit," he swears, coming back to himself. He's always groggy at first, piecing together the memories of his change, assessing the damage.
He's used to transforming here, in the cage you built into the cellar to contain him when he's in his wolf form. He used to take himself into the forest on a full moon, but the locals were getting suspicious about the loss of their livestock.
What he isn't used to, however, is transforming next to you.
Not just next to you. With horror, Nace realises he's inside you.
He tries to pull his hips back but his body isn't fully human yet, his wolf knot still deep in your pussy, tying his cock inside you.
"Did I hurt you?"
No, he didn't. Somehow, he didn't.
He's the sweetest guy in his human form, always playing with you and caring for you, always trying to be the perfect provider and listener. He's everything you could wish for.
It changes a little when he's about to transform. For a few days before every full moon, his body isn't ready to completely change but something shifts within him. Something is... heightened. There's a desperation in him, a hunger. He keeps it hidden for the most part, the self-control he's been working on his whole life enough to keep his instincts in check. But you can feel it in how he looks at you, how he touches you. How he sniffs you. There is something animal behind his eyes.
"I'm fine," you tell him as he holds you. It's the truth. Your clothes are torn and only a thin layer of straw protects your body from the dusty stone floor. But he's warm against you, still bigger than you even in his human form, and his cock feels so good stretching you out. There is so much of his wolfcum inside you right now, you almost fancy it's enough to bulge your tummy out.
You push your butt back against him, forcing his knot deep and he just about snarls at how good it feels.
The cage mustn't have been locked properly. You could hear the usual howling and crashing as he shifted. You felt bad for him like you always do, knowing how much it hurts him to shift, how scared he always is. But this time, he didn't stay in the cellar. The wolf came creeping through the house, having to crouch to get it's huge, hairy, salivating form through the doorways.
It smashed through the kitchen first, then came upstairs, sniffing the air, looking for you.
You were helpless in front of it, unable to run or hide, screaming his name, hoping there was something left of your boyfriend inside the beast that could stop it from devouring you.
It did devour you.
Just not in the way you feared.
The wolf had seemed to be surprisingly focused on your pleasure, getting off on your fear, your moans, your wetness. It had dragged you back to it's cage and not let you go.
Now, his cock is still pulsing inside you with every movement of your hips, his knot still in full force, holding his hips to your ass.
"Did I...? Did we...?" He's still trying to piece it together.
"I think it's fairly obvious we did."
"Was it... Did you like it?"
Your body twists in his loving, human arms, turning so you can see his face while he's still inside you from behind. His mouth is wet, some of his teeth a little sharper than normal. There's a glint in his eye but he's obviously, undeniably, Nace.
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After viewing @mrsebastianmoran 's incredible vampire/werewolf jance moodboard (click here if you haven't seen it!) I had this idea bouncing around in my brain and just had to make it happen! This was a fun little piece to write and I hope you guys have fun reading it!
Life as a vampire is so much easier nowadays. Humans have allowed most of their knowledge of them to fade into myth. There are plenty of excuses to only be around at night, to never be seen eating. People ask fewer questions than they used to. Jan hasn’t had to actually work at hiding in decades. It helps to look so young. He's been passing himself off as a student at different universities for the last eight years. Late classes and an overnight job and he's set.
It isn't perfect, of course. The nights are still lonely. Making friends is a cautious venture, knowing he’ll have to leave them behind eventually. Either they'll notice that he's different or grow old while he remains young. He really only has Kris and Bojan, and even then sometimes he still feels alone. When those two get lost in each other, Jan could be on fire and they probably wouldn't notice. Jan is happy for them, of course. They deserve all the happiness in the world. It's just hard third wheeling for a century.
Not that it matters at the moment. Kris and Bojan are off on their eleventh--twelfth?--honeymoon, and won't be back for weeks. Jan, meanwhile, is working very hard at being a good student. Which definitely has nothing to do with his incredibly attractive, gorgeously scented, kind, funny, and clever lab partner/coworker, Nace. No, not at all. Jan does not have a crush on him. That would be silly. Nace is a human, after all. Nothing could ever happen between them. Nothing serious. Jan would never do that to someone, especially someone as wonderful as Nace.
Nace, who somehow forgot his earbuds at Jan’s place during their last study session. Jan knows he could just give them to him on Monday, but he doesn’t think it's fair for the poor guy to be without them all weekend. And he called out of work tonight, so he might not be in class on Monday if he's really sick. It has nothing to do with Jan really wanting to see him. Not at all.
It's not until he actually reaches Nace's house that he realizes that maybe he should have called ahead. Nace might be really sick and not want to see him. He might be out. He might ...might have a date. Which Jan is totally fine with. It's not his business, after all, who Nace dates.
He's just about to turn around and slink off into the night to sulk and brood--like a good vampire should--when he hears something from inside the house. A groan of pain, it sounds like.
Tentatively, he knocks and gently calls out, "Nace?"
He presses his ear to the door and listens carefully. Inside he hears another groan, followed by a whine. It doesn’t exactly sound like Nace, but Jan is definitely picking up his scent.
"Nace?" He calls a little louder, knocking again. "Nace are you okay? Do you need help? It, it's Jan."
He looks around. Nace's house is in a fairly secluded area, where his neighbors aren't likely to hear if he calls out for help. Nor can they really see his front door from the street. Even if they could, Jan thinks, Nace is worth the risk.
"Nace, I'm coming in!" He warns, then plucks the hinges off the door and pushes it open.
None of the lights are on. Jan walks in slowly, not wanting to startle Nace, and freezes. The place is a mess. Furniture has been knocked over, broken glass is scattered on the floor. Something bad happened here.
"Nace?" He calls out again. When he gets no answer, he sniffs the air for a sign of him. The bedroom. He rushes to it, throwing the door open. "Nace, where are you?"
There's another thud, and a whimper, and something moves into the corner of the room behind the bed. The whimpering continues.
"Nace, it's okay. It's Jan, I'm gonna help you. You're gonna be okay." He slowly approaches the bed, hands up passively. "Nace? Are you--"
He halts, breath caught in his chest. A shiver runs down his spine. It can’t be.
The creature in the corner grows before his eyes. No, not grows, rises. Rises to its full height, just about eye level with Jan. Bright golden eyes stare into his, danger glinting in them. Below them, a long snout full of razor sharp teeth. On its breath, the unmistakable smell of blood. This isn't just some dog. It's worse, far worse.
A werewolf.
But it's impossible. Werewolves are long gone, driven to extinction by humans centuries ago. Before Jan was even born, much less turned. How could one be here? And what has it done to Nace? It has his scent all over it.
Jan lets out a growl without meaning to. It's foolish. He can’t take a werewolf in a fight, not on his own. Can he? He doesn’t care. This beast, this monster, has hurt Nace. It has to pay.
He doesn’t get the chance, though. The beast meets his growl with a snarl and pounces. Jan is pinned to the floor under its massive paws, its jaws above his face. Another fierce snarl, saliva and blood dripping onto Jan’s face. Not Nace's blood. It better not be Nace's blood.
"Get off me!" He groans, using all his strength to shove the beast off.
It falls to the floor and immediately rights itself, barely giving Jan an instant to jump back to his feet. He’s ready for it this time, sidestepping its next leap. It turns, looking to pounce again. The instant its front paws are off the ground Jan backhands it, sending it flying back with a yelp. It lands in a heap against the wall, rising far slower this time and shaking its head, disoriented.
"Where's Nace?" Jan growls.
Stories vary on whether or not werewolves can speak, but all of the older vampires agree they at least understood. Whether this creature can tell him anything about Nace or not, it can at least lead Jan to him.
"I know you can understand me, now where is Nace?"
The beast stares at him, its head tilted in what looks like confusion. Jan keeps his gaze on it, never breaking eye contact. Finally, it lays back down with a soft whine. A sound that would have tugged at Jan’s heart had this creature not done something to Nace.
"I won't ask again," Jan warns.
The beast whines again, keeping itself pressed to the floor as though trying to look smaller. Submissive. It sits up slowly, raising one paw toward Jan like it wants him to come closer. He stays where he is, unblinking. Cautiously, the beast moves, its head low as it walks toward Jan and sits at his feet. Jan tenses, staring into the beast's eyes and trying to anticipate its next move. What could it be thinking? But it doesn't move. It just stares at him, golden eyes soft now and almost familiar. Almost like ...
"Nace?"
The wolf wags his tail with a hopeful sounding whine.
Jan gasps and drops to a crouch, his arms around Nace immediately. "Oh, Nace! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Nace turns his head and licks Jan's face, covering it in slobber. Jan loses his balance and topples over onto his behind, prompting Nace to climb into his lap and continue licking.
"Ah, okay, c'mon!" Jan laughs as Nace pins him to the floor again. Once they're both down, Nace settles, laying down and resting his snout on Jan's chest. Hesitantly, Jan runs his fingers through Nace's fur, earning an approving sigh. "Okay. I guess ...this is okay."
Neither of them moves as the night goes on. Jan lays still, stroking Nace's fur and listening to his breathing. After a while, it evens out and he knows Nace has drifted into slumber. Jan doesn’t mind, just continues petting him until the soft light of dawn begins to peek in through the curtains. As it does, Nace groans in his sleep, his fur fading away and his body shrinking. In a matter of seconds, the wolf is gone and Nace is shivering in his sleep, naked and worn looking. Jan carefully extracts himself from underneath him and grabs a blanket from the bed to wrap around him. It pulls at his heart seeing Nace like this, so small and fragile.
A light from the living room catches Jan’s attention; the front door is still wide open. He darts to it and pushes it shut before any humans can see and come investigate. Unfortunately, his hastiness from last night keeps it from closing properly without its hinges. Making a mental note to pay Nace back for that, Jan grabs a chair and presses it against the door to keep it shut. At the same time, Nace begins to stir in the bedroom.
"Jan?" his voice is scratchy and groggy.
"I’m right here," Jan answers, rushing back into the room.
Nace is sitting up now, clutching the blanket around him. His expression is one of pure dread as he asks, "How bad are you hurt?"
Jan shakes his head, "I’m not. But what about you? Are you okay? I'm so sorry for hurting you like that."
"What? You mean that slap? Please, that was nothing. No offense."
"You sure sounded hurt," Jan points out.
"I'm not saying it didn't, just that I'm fine now," Nace replies. He turns his head to show off his annoyingly handsome profile, "See? Not even a bruise. Takes more than that to hurt me."
"You’re a werewolf," Jan says.
Nace looks at the floor and nods, "Yeah." He stares at the floor another moment, then looks back up at Jan, "And what're you? Some kind of vila or something?"
Jan huffs, a little indignant, "I'm a vampire!"
Nace snorts, "Oh."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing! I just wouldn't have thought that. Didn't catch it on your scent at all. You must still be a baby."
"I am a hundred and two years old!" Jan protests.
Nace laughs, "I'll be three hundred forty this year."
"Three ..." Jan sits on the floor in front of Nace and sighs, "Wow. I thought werewolves were extinct."
Nace shakes his head, "No, we just learned how to hide better after ..."
Jan’s heard the stories. Humans flushing werewolves out of hiding and slaughtering them by the dozen.
"I’m sorry," he says.
"Thank you," Nace replies. "And thanks for looking after me."
Jan smiles softly at him, "No problem."
"What’re you doing here, though?"
"Uh," Jan clears his throat awkwardly and digs into his pocket, pulling out Nace's earbuds, "you left these at my place."
Nace laughs, that grand roar of a laugh of his, and says, "Oh, Jan. You are something else."
"I heard noises," Jan goes on, "I thought you were in trouble."
Nace nods, "I'm sorry for scaring you."
"Then why'd you attack me?"
"I wasn’t really gonna bite you!" Nace insists. "I was just trying to scare you away. I figured you'd just pass out or something and then I could convince you it was just a bad dream."
Jan scoffs, "Your plan was to gaslight me?"
"I wouldn't call it a plan, exactly," Nace replies. "I lost track of time, the moon kind of ...snuck up on me this month. It’s a lot messier when you're not ready for it. I couldn’t go for a run like I normally do, couldn’t get that energy out. It was like having a fire inside me that I couldn’t put out. So it's not like I was really thinking clearly. Just thought I needed to get you out of here before you got hurt. I didn’t know you were a vampire."
Jan shifts, trying hard not to read too much into Nace's odd attempt to protect him, "Well, thanks."
"No, thank you, Jan. Really. You have no idea how much you helped me by being here. We wolves are pack creatures, and I’ve been separated from mine for years now. Having you here last night, well, it felt like having them back."
"Oh," Jan whispers. He’s never been so thankful to be undead, knowing his face would be fully red now otherwise. "Um. Glad to help."
For the first time in decades, Jan begins to think that maybe his nights don't have to be so lonely after all
