no idea what im doing

He only asked you a couple of questions, and that was towards the end. He asked you how long you'd been doing this for, and you chuckled when you told him a few years. He'd hummed, and, after a few beats, he pressed for your age. You told him, and then said, "Don't worry, I may be younger than some of the people here, but I'm not gonna mess up your tattoo. If I do, feel free to kill me." And he laughed. It was a surprising sound coming from the brunette, and you paused to look over at him. He caught your eye, and you caught the smile on his face. Before you could turn red, you looked back down at the nearly finished tattoo in front of you. When you finished, he didn't bother heading for the mirror and instead pulled his jacket on. He headed straight for the cash register, paid, said a quick thank you, and was gone with a flash of some finger guns.

You didn't expect to see him again so soon. They were all talking fairly quietly, with the tallest of the three blondes seeming to be the one that was getting the tattoo. Trailing behind them, you saw a familiar brunette. The one with the bleached mullet kept reminding him that "tattoos are permanent, Paul" and the smallest of the four even said, "they last forever, dude". But, despite the other boys warnings, Paul, the one obviously here to get the tattoo, still persisted. And Dwayne pointed him in your direction. He just wanted something on his arm, near his shoulder. He had a piece of paper with what he wanted drawn on it as well, in a familiar art style. He only had to take off his coat, and was able to keep his sleeveless mesh shirt on.

The others sat outside the room while he got it done, and you were surprised by how chatty he was during the whole thing. Definitely unlike his friend. Whether he was normally like that or was doing it to distract himself from the pain, you didn't know. Still, you chatted with him as much as you could, and, to your surprise, he grinned at you and asked for your number afterwards. You flushed as you gave it to him, and, just like his friend, he passed by the mirror and made a bee-line to show the others instead. Paul was more focused on planning a date with you then paying, and the two of you had the entire ordeal planned by the time the four of them were heading out the door. Well, you thought it was just going to be the two of you. You were surprised to see all four of them at your agreed meeting place, and even more surprised when they didn't beat it the second you showed up. By the end of the night though, you didn't really mind.

After dating them for awhile you found out that it was Marko who was the artist, and that he was the one that designed all the tattoos. You gave Marko his first tattoo at the cave, and he quietly watched every stroke of the tattoo gun as you did it. It was an arm piece, just like Paul's. His eyes never left your hand, and you were almost scared it wasn't going to be up to his expectation until he let a large smile cross his features. He was quick to compliment you, and even quicker to kiss you.

David was a solid pass on the tattoos for now, claiming that he already had an addiction and that he didn't need another one. You chuckled as you teased him, telling him that the whole reason you got into the profession was because you liked them. David gave you a warning glare, and Paul jeered at him from the side. It was that night that David decided to tell you what they were, explaining that that's the big reason why he didn't want a tattoo yet. They were literally going to last forever.

You found out that Dwayne had been thinking about his tattoo for about the past fifty years, but he was the first one to even try to get one. They'd been half sure that it would heal the next day, and the whole painful ordeal would've been pointless. When it didn't, Paul had decided he'd needed to get one immediately. He'd only been slowed down to waiting a few weeks by the others. Still, a couple weeks later and Dwayne's tattoo had healed completely (vampire perk) and it was still on his skin.

After dating you for a few months, Paul wanted more. You, like the others, told him to sit on it for a bit before you'd mark it into his skin. And, usually, after about two weeks he had a whole new idea for a different tattoo he wanted in the exact same place.

Marko is the only one of the boys that you ever let tattoo you. You'd done it in the early hours of the morning one night, and his hands had been still and steady, with the buzzing sound of the tattoo gun nearly lulling you to sleep. It was a small one, barely an inch, but Marko was beyond proud of his work. He beamed and leaned down to kiss the area, before licking away any stray droplets of blood. You pushed his head away, mumbling something about how that was unsanitary as he laughed.

David becomes interested in the idea of giving you a tattoo as well, but you knew he'd probably end up tattooing his name onto you or something, so, just like him, you gave it a pass

The boys love to visit you at the shop, asking about what you did today and if you were making any big tips. Depending on who came, they'd bring you coffee or some takeout (Dwayne usually brings coffee, Marko brings takeout). Paul usually stops in a few times a night just to give you a kiss, and David comes in to talk for a bit during your breaks. They'd also occasionally ask about any problem customers, and god forbid they come in when any surf-nazis are getting something done at the shop. You made them swear there'd be no fighting in, or around, the shop or else it'd be your ass one the curb. Of course, David just took that as an opportunity to remind you that you wouldn't need to eat if you decided to turn, but that was only when you were at the cave or out of earshot of other humans.

They become well known around the shop from how much they visit, and your co-workers have an ongoing joke of asking, "wait, which one are you dating again?" The boys end up on their good sides regardless, simply because Dwayne and Marko remember to bring extras for some of your co-workers.

Marko considered becoming a tattoo artist for a little bit, but, after hearing about how long he'd have to be an apprentice, the idea became a little bit less appealing. Though, it was Paul that pointed out that you could always be his mentor, and let's just say that lead to some interesting comments in the bedroom for a couple of weeks

Some time had passed since you first met the boys. After you woke up from your nap, Paul basically talked your ear off asking all types of questions about being a werewolf to your personal life. Quickly the boys decide that you weren't any type of threat and that they were actually quite fond of you, so they let you stay with them. Despite how they worded it, it wasn't much of a choice on your end, you were going to stay with them. Luckily, you didn't mind living with them. They were always nice to you even though they did love teasing you, they helped you hunt as you were still learning the whole werewolf thing, not to mention they were a lot of fun and sexy. You did your part too, helping them lure victims, clean the cave, etc. They were quickly starting to feel like a pack to you, something your wolf side was craving deeply.

Months passed and you grew closer to the boys as well as your wolf side. You started to get the hang of shifting, being much more in control when you were in your werewolf form as well. Because of this, some of your other instincts started coming out. The first thing the boys noticed was that you were becoming increasingly clingy. None of them minded, in fact, they liked it a lot. You were always by one of their sides and usually touching them in some way. When you were in the cave, you would insist on cuddling with them, making sure to rub your face and neck against them. It clicked what you were doing when they found you rubbing yourself against their clothes. Marko and Paul found it hysterical while you sat there red-faced and embarrassed. They did not let you live that down ever. Despite the teasing from everyone, including David and Dwayne, the boys found you trying to scent them cute and only further strengthened their bond with you.

It had been some time since the whole scenting thing when your rut hit. It was your first ever rut and you felt like you were losing your mind. You woke up to find your wolf ears and tail came out, along with some fur but you were still mostly human and very aware of what was happening. When the boys woke up, you were still in your nest which was a little odd to them since you were usually the first one up. They immediately assumed you were sick or even hurt, and climbed into your nest with you.

"Hey, puppy, what's going on?"

Dwayne asked softly, running his fingers through your hair since your face was hidden in the blankets. You let out a whine that made them cock their heads.

"Uh, you alright?"

Marko questioned as he tried to get a peek under the blanket but you held them firmly over your face. He pulled away with a concerned frown. While Marko was trying to get you to talk to him, Dwayne was still playing with your hair, gently scratching your scalp. A light thudding caught all of their attention as they saw the outline of your tail wagging under the blankets. Paul couldn't hold back his laughter as he ran his hand through your hair as well, making your tail wag faster.

"Aww, our puppy likes that!"

He teased, making you whine more. David nudged Paul, silently telling him to quit it as he approached you.

"Talk to us. We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

Finally, you peeked your head out of the blanket. Your face was red and your eyes looked glossy as you whined again.

"I'm horny."

You mumbled, nuzzling your face against David's stomach, latching on to him. David laughed softly, understanding what was happening now.

"Aw, is puppy's in his rut?"

You wanted to glare at David but ended up just looking up at him with big, watery puppy eyes. This made the boys laugh harder as Marko slowly dragged the blanket off of you.

"We'll help you through it, puppy."

Marko said, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. You felt like a piece of meat about to be swallowed up by wolves as the boys closed in on you.

Marko went first, mostly teasing and edging you. He flipped you onto your stomach, holding your hips up and he thrusted into you. One hand had a firm grip on your hip to keep you up while the other gripped the base of you tail, tugging on it for a nice mix of pain and pleasure.

"Come on, pup, you can't be fucked out already? We just started!"

Marko teased as his hands slipped away from your tail, finding its way to your hair and ears. He harshly pulled your hair, making your back arch as he moaned in your ear.

"Shame you have such a big, useless knot, bet its bigger than your brain right now, puppy."

His thrust got faster as he reached down to your dick. He dragged his nail up and down but never stroked to give you the relief you needed. You couldn't hold back your moan and whines as you pushed your hips back against Marko. He laughed, leaning over your body before biting your shoulder. The pain mixed with his erratic thrust felt like pure heaven to your rut hazed brain. He suddenly pulled out, breathing heavily as he stared at your confused face.

"Sorry, pup, you know I love to tease you."

He stated as his thumb teased the rim of your hole that was slightly gaping from him fucking you. His grin grew when he heard the whines and cries that escaped your mouth, desperate to cum. He stopped teasing you, finally pulling away as you melted into the bed, still ass up, face down.

"Don't worry, Paul will make sure your nice and full, puppy."

Marko said, gently petting your head. You could feel the bed dip and Paul's cold hands moving you so you were on your back. Everything felt fuzzy and you were so unbelievably horny that you could only focus on the pleasure as Paul slid into you. He smirked as he gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs against your chest, putting you into the mating press.

Paul's thust were fast and erratic, no rhythm just pure need. His moans were something straight out of a porno as he bit your neck and shoulders.

"Fuck! You feel so good..."

He moaned out. His speed picked up as he sensed you getting closer to your relief. He slipped his hand down to your knot and stroked you while encouraging you to cum.

"Come on, cum for me, handsome, I know you can, puppy."

Paul's praise was a contrast from Marko's teasing and degradation but both made your brain go fuzzy. Your climax hit you like a truck. Your back arched as you moaned out Paul's name, cumming all over your stomach and chest but Paul didn't stop. You could only whine as Paul fucked you through your orgasm and to your next one.

The rest of the night was a blur as Paul made you cum at least two more times. Dwayne took his time with you after Paul, making you ride him while you took Marko's cock in you mouth. David teased you, dragging out your orgasm for as long as he could. They did everything possible to you to bring you the most pleasure they could. The sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, moaning, and laughter became music to you as the boys fucked you till you were finally satisfied.

You were collapsed in bed, Marko and Paul cuddling you and playing with your hair while whispering sweet words to you. You shuddered as you felt a wet towel against your legs. A glaced down revealed Dwayne carefully cleaning you up.

"Sorry, pup, I know it's cold."

He murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh that was cover in bite marks and hickeys. You hummed quietly, feeling sleepiness taking over your body. Marko pulled you closer to him as he scratched your scalp. He pressed small kisses to your face, lulling you to sleep while Paul gently massaged your shoulder. The comforting feeling of being doted on easily let you fall asleep, feeling loved and relaxed.

Laughter echoed through the cave as the boys entered. Paul and Marko led the pack, chasing after each other, while Dwanye walked with Laddie on his back and David trailed behind with Star. Dwayne grabbed a torch, lighting fires in the old, metal barrels that they used for light. Everyone got settled despite the adrenaline still pumping through them from eating, except David. While Dwayne and Paul plopped down on the couch with Laddie, Marko sat down on the floor in front of Dwayne, and Star sat on the edge of the fountain, David stood completely still. They all quickly noticed David's concentrated face and got quiet. They could tell David was listening for something so they listened too. Part of being a vampire was heightened senses, which included hearing. While the boys were listening, Laddie was looking. Since he was only a half vampire, he didn't have as heightened senses but he could tell the things around the cave were off. Quietly, he tugged on Dwayne's sleeve, making the dark-haired man look at him.

"Hm?"

Dwayne quietly hummed as he looked where Laddie was pointing. As much as the cave was a mess, it was a specific mess. Everything had its place and things were rarely moved so both Laddie and Dwayne immediately noticed that a table had been moved like someone who wasn't able to see in the dark bumped into it. Dwayne nodded and ruffled Laddie's hair. He turned to David who was already looking at him.

"Someone's here."

Dwayne whispered as he gave Laddie to Star. She knew her job was now to hide with Laddie till David or Dwayne came to get them.

"Come on, Laddie."

She said softly, wrapping her shawl around him as they went to the opposite side of the cave as where the boys were listening.

Marko was the first to stand and begin moving. No one spoke as they listened to the sound of a heartbeat, heavy breathing, and... crying? As the boys moved closer to the sounds, they grew confused. Their first thought was that a vampire hunter had somehow found their way in but why would they be crying? The next thought was maybe someone had tried exploring the cave and got lost but that didn't make sense because why wouldn't the person just go back to the area where people clearly lived? The crying got louder as they moved closer to a small corner near Marko's cove where he kept his stuff.

"It's in my room."

Marko grumbled quietly. Half annoyed and half stating to the boys where the human was. They stopped right behind the human whom they could now see, looking to each other for who was going to talk to this person in their cave.

You were crying quietly, your knees pulled to your chest. After being kicked out and disowned by your family for being trans, you didn't know where to go. All you wanted was a place to sleep. You had heard rumors about evil vampires that stalked the town at night. You had even heard they lived in a cave by Hudson's Bluff. You didn't believe any of that of course but rumors usually begin because of some truth so you decided to go to the cave and see if maybe people lived there. That's how you ended up here, in a corner surrounded by vampires.

You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder, quickly turning around with a surprised look. Paul stood in front of you and equally shocked.

"Oh, uh, sorry, man I didn't mean to scare you."

The boys had decided that Paul would be the one who talked to you since he was the friendliest. You blinked away your tears as you processed the extremely hot, punk in front of you. When you had first entered the cave you were surprised but assumed it was a place where homeless people had settled but this man didn't look homeless.

"Um, I... It's alright.."

You finally stuttered out, unsure of what to say. You two stared at each other for a very awkward minute before he sat down next to you.

"I'm Paul."

He said with a charming smile. You notice he had pretty sharp teeth but laughed at yourself for even entertaining the idea of vampires.

"Nice to meet you, Paul."

You said, a smile also spreading on your face. You decided against telling him your name, at least for now. This guy was a total stranger after all.

"What are you doing in here?"

Paul asked, trying his best not to sound rude. You turned to him, putting something together in your mind.

"I-... oh, my god, do you live here? I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to trespass or anything!"

You said frantically but Paul quickly stopped you with a big smile and a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"No need to be sorry, man! Uh, yeah, we live here but it's okay, we just wanna know whatcha doin' here?"

Paul asked in a laid back way but you're brain immediately went to the fact he said *we*. You glanced up, realizing there were three other men just standing there. Staring at you. You jumped at the sight which made Paul laugh as he patted your shoulder again.

"It's okay! It's okay! We only bite a little."

He joked, elbowing you. You sighed slightly in relief, chuckling along with Paul. Marko took a step closer to you, grinning as he sat down with you and Paul.

"I'm Marko. What's a handsome boy like you doing in our cave?"

Marko asked, turning up his charm to one thousand. Paul rolled his eyes at Marko as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his body.

"Yeah, handsome, what did we do to get an angel sent down to us?"

Marko playfully glared at Paul. You were bright red, not only were you being fought over and complimented, but they were also affirming you without really knowing you at all.

"Uh, it's kinda a long story."

You murmured, trying not to look like a blushing fool. Suddenly you were up on your feet, being pulled up by Paul.

"We're great listeners! Well, I'm not, I get distracted a lot, but Dwayne here is an amazing listener!"

Paul said with a big grin as he led you towards Dwayne. He patted Dwayne's shoulder smirking at him. The dark-haired one's Dwayne, the loud one's Paul, and the charming one's Marko, you thought to yourself. That left one last person. David approached you with a neutral look. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul backed off as David approached you, they scattered to the main area of the cave while David spoke to you.

"David."

He said as he shook your hand. He stared deeply into your eyes, making you slightly nervous.

"I... I'm sorry. Like I said before, I didn't realize someone lived here."

You said softly but he just shook his head. He cupped your face with a gloved hand, finally smiling as he wiped away the tear that remained on your cheek.

"Don't be sorry."

He said calmly before scanning over your body.

"Do you like Chinese food?"

“You know you guys don’t have to pick me up after work every night. I can meet you at the boardwalk or something,” you shyly smirk at your boys, as they all sit on or stand by their bikes, waiting for you.

“Yeah, but it’s our job,” Dwayne teases.

“Gotta look after our sweet boy,” Marko adds.

Our sweet boy

These names always leave you with a strange mixture of feelings. They make you feel guilty, like you’re deceiving them, but they also make you feel euphoric, like you’re normal. Your boys have made you feel like a man, like the way you feel about your body is right, like you are a man.

Binding your chest, awkwardly practising your deeper voice, trying to avoid stares as you shop in the men’s section, while painful, feels worth it with them.

Before your thoughts can consume you too much, you hear their bikes start to rev and David’s voice.

“Come on, handsome, hop on.”

His devilish smile makes all your worries melt away, at least for a while.

****

Back at the cave, the evening quickly begins to turn heated, as it often does. You and the boys have never gone beyond a bit of touching over the clothes and making out, but tonight they’re making you feel so good.

“Take your top off, sweet boy,” you hear Paul moan into your ear.

Suddenly your blood turns ice cold, and you spring up from the couch. Eyes that were once seductive and loving, now fill with worry and hurt. The room fills with a deafening silence, the anxiety of having to confess your secret filling your every fibre.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” Dwayne’s the first one to break the silence.

Just his words and the look on his face is enough to make tears prickle in your eyes.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” David quickly moves from his seat in his wheel chair, suddenly standing in front of you with his hands on your cheeks.

‘It’s not or never’

“I-I’ve been lying to you all,” you force yourself to look them all in the eye as you begin to explain, “I-I’m not a man. W-well I mean I am, but I’m not- I wasn’t born one, but I feel like one an-an.”

Marko’s soft touch on your hips causes you to stop your blubbering.

“We know, handsome,” he whispers sweetly in your ear.

Suddenly all your fear is replaced by pure confusion. Your eyes go wide as you stare at each of them.

“W-wh- how? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Your hearts racing and your heads overflowing with questions and concerns.

“It’s your smell, big boy,” Marko speaks softly into your ear, groaning as he takes a deep whiff of your neck.

All the boys seem to hum in both delight and agreement, but you still have confusion etched into your face.

“While we definitely smell the ‘female’ part of you,” Paul begins to explain, “you also have this male scent to you too. It’s like what you said, you smell like you were born and physically are a woman, but it’s almost like your soul, your being, is male.”

Paul’s surprisingly sweet words cause you to begin to cry again.

“Wow, babe, that was poetic,” Marko compliments his boyfriend.

“Yeah. Like when you’re horny we can smell you’re wet, but also like a hard dick.”

This earns Paul a slap to the back of the head from Dwayne, but it manages to make you laugh. You’re not offended, because you know it’s just your Paul.

“What Paul’s trying to say, and what we all want you to know, is that we love you and that you are our sweet boy. Whatever help you need or however slow we need to go, is fine by us. You’re in charge, handsome,” David, as per usual, swoops in to save the day.

Fear. Blood. Running. Fire. Kill. Hunt.

Is the only thing that ran through his head. Images of the forest zip past him as he runs.

Where was he running? How far was he running? He didn’t know, he just knew he had to get there, ‘cause something or someone was a few hours from death.

Y/n kept having these dreams. The voices echoing through his head. The smell of blood so profound it’s like he could actually taste it, making his taste buds tingle, and his throat clench. The smell of burning flesh, boiling blood.

The vision runs through his mind again, two? Three young males inside of what looks like—

A cave?

“Up there!” One voice echoed

“I thought Vampires slept in coffins?!” Another yelled

“That’s what this is! One giant coffin!”

Run. Faster. Help them! Get there. Wait— them? Who them?!

“—The little one!”

The smell of blood fills his nose, again. But not just any blood. Vampire blood. Then screaming, snarling, voices. The goddamn voices.

“Y/n! Hey baby! Wake up!” A voiced echoed within the dream.

“Y/n? Hey-“ another voice echoed, it sounded deeper than the last one.

“Cmon, sugar! Please wake up!” Another echoed, slightly more frantic than the other two.

The smell of fire and ash filled Y:n’s nose, making him shoot up from his sleep.

“There you are.” A voice hummed against the side of his head.

“David?”

“Hey, doll.” David held the side of his face, rubbing his gloved thumb over his cheekbone.

“You had one of those wicked dreams again.” Paul said from the other side of Y/n. The sound of his anxiety apparent through his voice.

“You nearly caught your bed on fire.” Dwayne spoke from the foot of the bed. That’s when Y/n felt the cool air against his skin. His pants and half of his boxers had burnt off.

The look on Marko’s face was obvious, with his smirk behind his gloved hand. The smell of his arousal obvious.

“Haha- what’s on your mind Marko?” Paul piped up, changing the subject. Everyone looked over at Marko, but he looked at Y/n. “what’s the matter, Marko?” Y/n shifted, now laying flat on his back.

The tightness in Marko’s jeans became uncomfortable. The look in Marko’s eyes made Y/n’s face flush slightly.

David laughed, nudging his nose against Y/n’s cheek. Dwayne gripped Paul’s neck from behind. Y/n lifted to his knees, crawling toward Marko as his eyes flashed a golden orange.

Marko immediately lunged forwards to Y/n, kissing his lips roughly. The sound of groaning behind you hit you in the ears.

Dwayne was kissing Paul’s neck from behind him as David kissed Paul on the lips. David gripped Paul’s neck with a dominant grip.

“Hey, love. Ears over here.” Marko’s voice rang through Y/n’s ears again. Making his ears twitch.

Y/n’s ears had unknowingly turned wolf like. Pointing up in a dull point. “There you are.” Marko’s voice rang laughed again his mouth. The kiss was hot and heavy as Marko pushed Y/n back. Once Y/n was flat on his back, Marko straddled his hips, grinding down just right. Making y/n moan out, smoke hissing out y/n mouth. “F-fuck, Marko.”

“What’s the matter, pup? Can’t handle a bit of..” Marko’s voice rang moaned out, throwing his head back. “— grinding?”

David Laughed from over y/n’s head, looking down at him with his handsome face. Y/n looked over to the side, and the sight made Y/n moan out.

Paul bent over the side of the bed, Dwayne pushing his dick into Paul’s ass. Paul met Y/n’s eyes with a fucked out smile. When Y/n looked up at Dwayne, god. His face was vamped out and his eyebrows were furrowed and mouth agape, thrusting in and out of Paul.

“Like that sight, y/n?” David’s voice rung through his ears. Marko had stripped, already had pulled down Y/n’s boxers- more like pieces.

Marko had Y/n cock down his throat, claws gently running down Y/n’s body. Subtly scratching from y/n’s chest to his groin.

“Fuck! Marko!” Y/n moaned out, his multiple fangs jutting out of his gums. His snarl filled the air as he and David’s eyes met. Y/n growled out as Marko pulled his mouth off of him.

David gripped Y/n jaw, making him look up at him. “Don’t. Start that.” David warned him, his eyes flashing a golden-yellow.

The feeling of Marko sinking down on Y/n cock mad him roll his eyes back, mouth agape as a loud moan exits his mouth. “Oh f- please please!—“

Paul stood to the side jacking off his cock while Y/n was facing Dwayne while he had Marko on his hands and knees, facing you while David slammed into Y/n from behind. Gripping the back of his head. “Open your mouth, pup.” David snarled, pushing your head towards Paul’s cock.

Y/n opened his mouth breaking eye contact with a moaning out Marko, taking Paul into his mouth as he looked up into his eyes.

The sound of skin against skin was loud, echoing through the cave they called home. “Dirty fucking boy, Y/n. Letting us fuck around with you like a mutt in heat.” David snarled again y/n’s shoulder, biting into it. Blood filled David’s throat as a orgasmic moan left the two of them.

Y/n moaned around Paul as he finally began thrusting into y/n’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. “Look at you, pup. L-Looking so obedient on two cocks!” Marko moaned out as Dwayne pushed his face down onto the bed.

Fire caught in y/n’s stomach, as his balls tightened. David thrusted in and out as he could scenes y/n closeness. David gripped y/n’s throat, pulling him up and off of Paul’s cock. Making them both groan out. Y/n made grabby hands towards Paul, trying to get his mouth back on his cock.

“Uh uh- stop that.” David gripped y/n wrists, pulling them behind him and gripping the creases of his elbows as he used them to pull y/n against his cock over and over again.

“N-no!” Y/n whined, the high pitched sound escaping his throat faster than he could think. Making everyone including y/n.

“awe- y/n made a puppy noise.” Paul teased, making y/n blush hard. but the sound made Marko cum hard and when he tightened around Dwayne it caught his orgasm too, making the two of them collapse on the bed. Paul walked on his knees, closer to Y/n and David. Putting y:n in a vampire sandwich as David continued thrusting. Paul gripped Y/n’s cock, sliding his hand up and down y/n’s cock with a fast pace.

“oh f-fuck! Please please-“ David put y/n into a headlock, grinding his hips into y/n’s ass, getting closer to cumming.

Y/n reached his hand down to Paul’s cock, slightly his hand up and down it swiftly as Paul leans down and kisses y/n, then leaning up and kissing David as the three of them cum together. Y/n and Paul’s cum mixing as it hits their chests.

Y/n moaned out as David pulled his arm from around his neck. Paul had already collapsed backwards, his head landing on Dwayne’s thigh while Marko placed his head on Paul’s shoulder.

David pulled out of Y/n, helping him lay down on Paul while he lifted his arms to Y/n, wrapping them around him.

David rolled y/n over onto his back. A laugh erupted from Marko. “He’s out like a light.” He said softly.

David chuckled, lying down beside them all. “Let’s get some sleep so we can feed well tomorrow.”

The smell of blood filled y/n’s nose.

The same dream again.

But something was different, she scenery was different. It was inside the place y/n’s boyfriends slept— now he could actually see it, not only hear it. In the dream, y/n saw three boys. They looked to be about 15 or 16.

One had a steak, aiming it towards… “Marko!” Y/n jumped up swiftly, tears running down his face. Waking up the boys.

“hey, hey it’s okay!” Dwayne mumbled against his cheek. Rubbing his hand up and down y/n’s arm.

The vampires all looked at each other, exchanging worried glances. If they were worried before, they definitely are now.

“Did he say anyone’s name before?” Paul asked into the back bone, looking at y/n who had already fallen back asleep against Dwayne.

Marko looked at y/n, then back at his brothers. “No.” He shook his head, speaking into the bond.

"Uh, what the fuck is going on?"

David questioned, met with the sight of Marko pinned under you. David, Paul, and Dwayne had gone to run some errands and Marko had, so graciously, volunteered to stay home in the cave with you. They knew your heat was starting soon so they let Marko stay with you, to help with your heat, this wasn't a great idea.

"He won't stop smelling me, he hasn't even tried to fuck me yet!"

Marko whined, extremely annoyed. He without a doubt thought he would have some crazy sex with that would make the other boys jealous but instead, he had been getting scented for hours. A nip from you made Marko groan as he reached up and played with your hair.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll stop moving. You guys gotta help me."

Marko pleaded, looking at David, Paul, and Dwayne with his best pout. It made the other chuckle as they approached the two of you. Marko sighed in relief as you perked up from his neck, which was raw and red from you rubbing your scent against it and biting.

"Hey, pup, you doing alright?"

Paul grinned, letting you kiss his face before trailing down to his neck. He let out a chuckle as he heard you growl slightly at his scent. You were definitely smelling the people Paul had passed on the boardwalk and it was making you jealous.

"You smell wrong."

You grumbled, pulling Paul down into your nest. He chuckled again, grabbing onto your hips as you rubbed against his neck.

"Sorry, babe, I'll let you fix me up- OW, shit!"

He yelped as you harshly bit down on where a scent gland would be on a werewolf, upset when no scent came out even as you licked at the bite.

"This isn't right!"

You whined, getting frustrated that you could properly mark and scent the boys. Fat tears welled up as you tucked your head into the crook of Paul's neck.

The boys didn't know what to do. Paul hugged you, caressing up and down your back as he stared at the others for a solution. Marko rubbed at his neck, still red, and shrugged. Finally, after a moment, Dwayne approached your nest, scratching your head.

"Puppy, get up, let me see you, baby."

Dwayne murmured sweetly, gently stroking your face once you peeked it up.

"There he is, there's our puppy."

Dwayne cooed softly, noticing the way you were slightly grinding against Paul because of his praise. Paul also noticed, grinning as he slipped his thigh between your legs to give you something to grind on better.

You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks as you pouted in frustration. Dwayne wiped away the tears as he kissed the tip of your nose.

"I know, it's frustrating, but let us make you feel good, okay?"

Dwayne murmured before kissing down your neck, paying extra attention to your scent gland which seemed to make your hips buck. Gently, he rubbed his face against it, nipping slightly. You turned into a mess, practically riding Paul's thigh as he joined Dwayne, kissing your scent gland and covering himself in your scent.

"That's it, puppy."

David's cool voice cooed. He cupped your face, tilting it up so Marko could join Dwayne and Paul.

"We smell good now, don't we?"

You nodded, the boys completely marked by your scent. Your hips sped up as you grinded faster on Paul's thigh. Your release was so close. It took Marko getting a little revenge by biting on your scent gland for you to cum. Your hips stuttered as you moaned out, squirming a little.

You didn’t know what it was. You weren’t upset with your boys’ you never could be. Well—not for long at least. But for a few weeks you were on edge. Not wanting to do certain things you usually did. You never straight up and asked for help even though you needed it. You just stood there and suffered with your brain going a million miles an hour.

You, previously being in a wolf pack had its ups and downs. Good thing about leaving the pack was that you didn’t have a curfew and didn’t have to commit to a mate without your consent. Downfall of it was that it was stressful—having to get used to fending for yourself without 6-9 other werewolves helping you hunt.

Even though you were with the boys now, it was still hard. You get territorial over a hunt, snapping at the boys and nearly hurting them. You didn’t want that.

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Dwayne was the first to see it, as he used does—being that he pays more attention to his surroundings than his brothers. He could see how you were more tense than usual, snapping at David and rolling your eyes at Marko’s snarky remarks. Usually Dwayne would brush it off as you being hungry, or the full moon—but this? Was entirely different.

Michael was second to realize what was going on, only cause the first day you started acting different was because you were with him. He didn’t say anything cause he wanted to wait till he was with the others to say something. Despite him being newer to this whole vampire thing, he still had a slight hold to his humanity.

Soon, David had pulled you to the middle of the cave and confronted you, setting you down on the old couch. Paul had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, Marko laying his head down on your lap, Dwayne sitting under Marko’s legs, David sitting on his wheelchair, and Michael sitting on a recliner, leaning forward on his knees.

You knew it was coming. Whether you liked it or not— “What’s wrong pup?” Dwayne said gently, speak up first, knowing that his words would come off easier than David’s.

That nickname always made you calm. Reminding you that you did and still do, have a humanity side. It eased your mind a slight bit, but not enough that it changed your attitude.

You said nothing, just looking down at Marko as you ran your fingers through his curls gently. Your heart ached, throat becoming tight as you held back your emotions.

Back when you were in the wolf den, fear or emotions got you put at the bottom of the food chain.

“Y/n.” David spoke up, catching your attention as you looked up from Marko, a single tear rolling down your cheek. From that single tear, you felt the feeling and emotions of the cave change. Dwayne pulled you closer to him as Marko lifted his legs off of Dwayne’s lap. Dwayne shushed you calmly. Pulling you onto his lap as he rubbed your back, looking over at his pack mates as your tears soaked his skin. Paul and Marko shifted closer, moving closer and holding you.

Michael felt his heart tense. Something he hasn’t felt for a good few months since he turned. Looking over to David who’s expression was one of softness, eyebrows furrowed as he exchanged looks at the others.

“I-I’m sorry for everything. I just..” you sob, shoulders shaking, voice breaking as your hands clutched ahold of Dwayne’s jacket.

“No pup. It’s okay.. we understand.” He coos against your cheek, giving you a kiss there.

“Yeah. We might not know what it is you’re going through, but we’re here for ya, man.” Marko says softly, kissing the back of your neck.

You shift, sitting up from Dwayne’s shoulder, wiping your face from tears. You hear David call to you, looking away from Dwayne, shifting your gaze to David then to Michael who stands beside him.

David gave you a look, you knew that look.

You get up from Dwayne’s lap, walking over to David slowly. David held his arms open a bit, you instantly move over to sit on his leg, laying your head in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

Paul looked over at Marko who was chewing on his glove nervously, bouncing his knee. Paul placed his legs off over Marko’s lap, skin on skin contact was somewhat helpful for Marko.

Dwayne pulled Marko’s hand from his mouth, holding his hand gently as Paul leaned on Marko’s shoulder from beside him.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” David spoke softly, moving one of his hands to the back of your neck, holding pressure there as he listened to your heartbeat steady.

Michael stood near you from the side, running his fingers through your hair as he looked at David with a worried expression. A few moments later David picks you up as he stands, walking to the shared nest you all have.

Paul smiled, getting up with a hop as he followed, along with the others.

Dwayne played down first, then David placed you on Dwayne to which you tighten your arms around Dwayne. Hugging on to him tightly.

David laying down beside the two of you as the others piled in, cuddling up and filling in around you. It eased your mind.

No worlds were said, but the feeling of all of them around you made you feel safe. Their cool bodies against your warm skin, lulling you to sleep. A sleep that you didn’t know you needed.

Before falling asleep you hear David murmer against your neck before kissing it. "You're safe with us."

0.1- That's a rough start. buddy

0.2- Tired of the interview bullshit

0.3- Gala's are for rubbing elbows and the stars of the night being stupid

0.4- Lesson learned: we are never going back to Dusty's

0.5- Bad memories TW: suicide attempt. chapter is skippable

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan. 

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan. 

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying. 

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress. 

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words. 

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them. 

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend. 

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her. 

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all. 

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table. 

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way. 

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window. 

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too. 

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go. 

You stand and straighten out your dress. 

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself. 

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up. 

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is. 

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting. 

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it. 

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.” 

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going. 

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest. 

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking. 

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near. 

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again. 

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible. 

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit. 

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan. 

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest.