Been A While

It was late in the evening when Dennis’s phone rang, the special ringtone he’d assigned to work calls. Trinity was out for the evening, he preferred to work when she was at Garcia’s to avoid her having to listen to him fake phone sex from his bedroom. He went through the usual admin with the office before they connected him to the call, his focus still on his anatomy book.

“Hi.” The voice said as it clicked onto the call. Dennis thought it sounded familiar but admin always told them if it’s a repeat customer so they remembered their names. Makes the caller feel special that way.

“Hey sweetheart.” Dennis purred, casually flicking to the next page in his book. “What do you want me to call you?” He learnt early on, don’t bother asking for a name because they usually want some nickname. The number of times he’d moaned ‘Daddy’ was ridiculous.

“Michael.” The caller rumbled back. Dennis breath hitched. He knew he recognised the voice.

“Okay, Michael. And what do you want to call me?” He asked, wondering how many HR rules he was violating with this phone call.

There was a long silence after the question, even though he hadn’t said much Dennis knew he’d been caught out. He was ready to start sprouting out apologies, offer the name of a co-worker, promise he’d never tell anyone at work what happened when Robby spoke again.

“Dennis.”

Dennis thought his heart was going to stop.

“I want to call you Dennis.” Robby said.

“Oh.” Oh.

The crush he’d been harbouring for his boss, the crush he was convinced was unrequited despite what Trinity said, was reciprocated by Robby.

Well, he might not have quite the same feelings that Dennis had but he at least thought he was attractive which was always a bonus.

“And what would you do if I was there with you Michael?”

“Fuck.” Dennis wanted to laugh at how shocked Robby sounded, did he really think they’d spend ages making small talk? Especially as he was paying 25 cents a minute.

“Want to know what I’d do if I was there?” Dennis offered, he was used to shy first time callers. Although, he was surprised by Robby based on the confidence with which he ran the ED.

“Yeah, Dennis, tell me.”

“I’d crawl into your lap and kiss you, do you have facial hair Michael?” Dennis asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Yeah, I do.” He replied, and Dennis hummed happily in response.

“That would feel so good against my skin, you’d move to my neck, you’d bite and suck until I was covered in beard rash and love bites. It would be embarrassing at work the next day but I wouldn’t care.” Dennis felt himself getting turned on by the thought of walking into the Pitt looking like he’d been ravished by Robby.

“I’d love to see you covered in my marks.” Robby growled, hopefully imagining the same thing as Dennis.

“Yeah? While you mark me up, I’d slowly start to move my hips in your lap, gently until I could feel you getting harder against me but then I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Then I’d be grinding down just to feel you.”

“I didn’t know you had this side to you Dennis, I always thought you were such a good boy.” Robby sounded breathless, Dennis had done this job long enough to know he’d started touching himself.

“You’d be surprised Michael, I can be very naughty when I want to.”

“I… I should have known you’d be a brat.” He laughed. “What you gonna do next?”

“When your cock is nice and hard, I’d pull you off my neck because I’d need it in my mouth. God, I’d need to taste you, Michael.”

“Fuck.” Robby gasped. “You sound just like him, shit.”

Dennis awkwardly cleared his throat, he couldn’t give the game away now. Not when he could feel his own dick getting hard.

“I bet you’re big, aren’t you Michael?” Again, Dennis already knew the answer to that after he had accidentally on purpose glanced over when they’d been next to each other at the urinals. He’d fucked himself raw that night with just that image.

“I’ve never had any complaints.” Robby said modestly.

“Fuck.” Dennis gasped, for once his moans weren’t faked. “I’d struggle to fit you all in, I’d have to use my hands as well but I’d make you feel good, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, baby, you would.”

“I’d be desperate for you, I’d take your cock as deep as I could so I wouldn’t miss a drop. Fuck, Michael, I’d swallow everything you give me.” He sighed, his hands itching to touch.

“No!” Robby cried out. “I’d stop you. I need to fuck you.”

“Oh?”

“I’d fuck you so good Dennis.” He promised, and Dennis didn’t doubt him for a second.

“Yeah? Tell me what you’d do.”

“I’d pin you down to my bed, hold your hands above your head to stop you misbehaving. I’m the one opening you up and you are not allowed to touch yourself while I do. Only my hands can be on you.”

“I need you to boss me around, tell me what to do Michael.” Dennis begged.

“Nothing, you’re not going to do anything. You’re just going to lie there and take it. Squirming on my fingers as they go deeper and make you feel so good.”

Dennis never touches himself during these phone calls, it’s a job at the end of the day and it’s hardly professional to be getting yourself off at work. And usually, he’s multi-tasking. Once Trinity walked in on him making mac and cheese whilst on a call, she’d teased him mercilessly after that. Hence why he avoided having her in the flat for his shifts. But today his text book was long forgotten at the foot of his bed.

He couldn’t resist slipping his hand down his shorts when it was Robby breathing down the phone, when it was Robby panting and grunting in his ear. He wished he’d known beforehand so he could have prepped himself, he wanted nothing more than to use his dildo but he’d have to make do with just stroking himself. He was sure this phone call would be masturbation material for months to come so the dildo could wait.

“When you’re all stretched out for me, I’d finally put my cock inside you. It’s what you’ve wanted this whole time isn’t it Dennis?” Robby teased, if only he knew how true his words were.

“Yes!” He groaned. “God, I’d feel so full. Michael, you’d fill me up so well that I’d feel you in my throat.”

“You’d feel so amazing around me, so hot and so tight.” Robby as panting hard now, he must be close but Dennis was embarrassingly close too. “Bet you’d be so loud Dennis, absolutely screaming as I fuck you.”

“Yes, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” Dennis admitted. “My voice would be sore the next day from shouting your name all night.”

“Do it Dennis, scream for me.” Robby begged.

“Ro- Right there.” He gasped, hating himself for nearly slipping up. “Michael! I’m so close Michael.”

“Same, baby. Come with me Dennis.”

“Michael.” Dennis chanted as he came, hearing Robby brokenly call out his own name as he did too.

After that was silence, just the sound of their deep breathing down the phone. Dennis had to fight the urge to start giggling. He’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life and it was all thanks to phone sex with his boss. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, he knew the moment he realised it was Robby he should have come clean and dealt with the fall out at work but he was feeling too blissed out to care right now.

“Who do I ask for if I want to talk to you again?” Robby finally broke the silence.

“Elijah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you again soon.” He said.

“I look forward to it.”

Dennis was almost disappointed by the dial tone but he knew most of his callers hung up pretty soon after they’d come. It was just a waste of money after that point.

But true to his word, Robby did call him back. Quite a few times actually, each time he called him Dennis and each time Dennis couldn’t resist from touching himself too.

It had gone on for too long now that Dennis knew he could never confess, it would be far too awkward to pull Robby aside one day and say ‘you know that guy you’ve been having phone sex with, funny story it’s actually me’. Instead, he decided to keep it a secret until he finished his rotations and started residency. Then he wouldn’t need the extra cash and he could just disappear from Michael’s life.

Unfortunately, fate had other ideas. When he’d been rushing out of a patient’s room and not paying attention he trapped his fingers in the door jam.

“Ah!” He cried out, pulling his hand free and gripping his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He was whimpering and moaning so much that it sounded sexual to his own ears, and judging by the smirk on Trinity’s face it sounded that way to everyone else. He was about to joke it off when his eyes met Robby’s across the hub, wide and staring at him.

“Elijah?” He croaked, Trinity laughing loudly when she heard him.

“Why is Dr Robby calling you by your middle name?” She cackled but Dennis barely registered her.

He could tell it was all clicking into place, Robby was putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He was watching his boss come to the realisation he’d been having phone sex with his student for the past few weeks.

Maybe it was the dark circles under his teary eyes, maybe it was the way the boy was constantly changing scrubs. Maybe it was the way Dennis had pulled Robby up and out of his spiral in pedes during Pittfest. Maybe it was the way that Dennis stayed after Pittfest.

Whatever it was, Robby never really felt like examining it. All he knew was that he liked the kid and wanted to see him thrive. Wanted to help him thrive.

So, he took him under his wing. Grabbed him for interesting cases, made sure he was drinking enough water, tossed him one of the expensive kosher protein bars that he kept on him.

And the kid took to it like water. Robby watched him bloom into a highly competent ER doctor right before his eyes. Normally, he wasn't one to attend the med student’s graduation - even when he was asked to - but Whitaker was different. He didn't have family around to support him. So, Robby concluded, it only made sense for him to go in their place. And if he had pulled some strings to make sure the kid matched at PTMC for his residence? That was between Robby and God (and Gloria).

None of this would've been a problem if Robby hadn't been attacked on the way home from work the two days before he was supposed to leave on sabbatical.

He never saw it coming. His assailant had tackled him into an alley as he was walking home. The man was half-naked with a crazed look in his yellow eyes as he had mauled Robby with nails and teeth that were more akin to claws and fangs. The adrenaline kept him from passing out, but it wasn't enough to keep him from feeling every laceration, every bite, every chunk taken out of him. Robby felt his body grow cold as more and more blood flowed from his wounds.

At some point his assailant had gotten spooked by something further down the alley and promptly dropped Robby and ran. He slumped against the brick wall in a pool of his own blood, his vision darkening as he attempted to apply pressure to the worst wounds. It was all he could do to send a quick prayer to a God he wasn't sure had ever heard him before he died.

The last thing he saw before it went dark was the full moon peaking out from a passing cloud.

Then, he woke up to the morning sun, still slumped against the wall, clothes bloodied and torn and feeling like he got hit by a truck but otherwise… healthy. No open wounds, no broken bones, no egregious blood loss. When he had finally made it home, slinking through alleyways and cut-a-crosses to avoid being seen in such a state, he didn't so much as have a single scratch on his body.

That night… things changed.

His vision improved greatly from where it had started to deteriorate due to age - to the point where even seeing in the dark was easier than before. His hearing had sharpened as well; he swore he could hear his neighbor’s every move as they walked around in their house… across the street. And his sense of smell had exploded.

He was meant to leave for his sabbatical in the morning. Instead, he decided he would stop into the hospital beforehand to run a few tests on himself - to make sure that he wasn't completely losing his mind. There was no doubting that *something* had happened to him. The bloody and torn up clothes that he had thrown straight into the garbage were evidence enough.

When he walked into the ER after the attack, he had almost stumbled straight back out into the ambulance bay. The mixture of smells and sounds was like a sensory onslaught that threatened to knock him on his ass. He'd been overwhelmed by the place before, had more panic attacks in the bathrooms than he could remember. But this was different; he could hear every monitor, every cry - smell every one of the unsavory scents that permeated the ER. The one thing that had saved him from getting back on his bike and leaving then and there was one particular smell that immediately settled every muscle in his body.

It was something warm - cinnamon and freshly baked bread that instantly reminded him of his Bubbe’s babka. He latched on to that scent, tuning everything else out and following the tug of an instinct that hadn't been there before.

That trail had led him to Dennis Whitaker. The intern was leaning against the counter at Central with Dr. Santos, pointing out something in the board to his roommate as they both looked up.

“Dr. Robby! I thought you were leaving today?” Whitaker had inquired when Robby sidled up next to him, trying to discretely find whatever was producing that scent.

“Just have a few things to tidy up with admin before I head out,” Robby lied, his eye brow furrowing when he was unable to find anything on Whitaker that would be producing the smell. Against his better judgement, he leaned down slightly to smell the air closer to the younger man.

The smell was definitely coming from Whitaker. Maybe he had baked before coming in to work? Or maybe it was a new cologne or deodorant?

Santos gave the two of them a weird look as Dennis backed away from Robby slightly.

“Oh my god, do I stink?” he panicked, immediately nosing at his own armpit.

Robby shook his head, not quite understanding what had possessed him to *smell* his intern.

“No! Sorry I just- Are you wearing a new cologne or something?” Robby asked.

“Um… no? Just the uh, the same stuff as usual!” Dennis laughed nervously.

Robby had only meant to stay in the ED long enough for his blood work to come back, but there was no world in which he wasn't getting pulled into working while the Pitt was at max capacity. So, after his blood work came back clean (cleaner than it should be, if he was being honest) he pulled on his scrubs and resigned to working the full shift. He'd leave for his sabbatical after.

The entire day, Robby found himself orbiting Whitaker, more so than usual. McKay had given him a dirty look when she noticed- which had settled deep in his chest and before he knew it he was banishing her to triage so he could continue to… *monitor* Dennis.

Asking the intern to housesit for him was another decision that had come out of nowhere. He had meant to sit down and talk to Whitaker about boundaries after Santos had told him about the whole situation with the farmer's widow. He hadn't expected the babka scent to flood his senses and make him metaphorically blue screen. One minute they were talking about boundaries and then the next he was telling Dennis to meet him before he left to get the keys. He didn't even consciously remember the words “Will you house sit for me?” coming out of his mouth.

Abbot, of course, noticed something was up with Robby the minute he had walked into the ER. He had, however, incorrectly attributed Robby’s odd behavior as his passive suicidal tendencies turning active. Robby didn't know how to tell him that he felt more alive than ever; that he had discovered that standing next to Whitaker and inhaling his cinnamon and chocolate scent had quieted all of his self-hatred and doubt. So… he went along with it. At least Abbot seemed like he bought it.

Robby managed to duck out of the ED early, but not before cornering Whitaker again to give him his address and the code to his garage.

“I'm leaving from here, so feel free to go there tonight. The keys are on the counter,” he had explained.

But as he pulled away from the Pitt, he found himself steering home instead of north. By the time he had successfully parked his bike in his driveway, pressure had started to build in his head and spine. Something in his mind had started to shift, and Robby stumbled into his house as the first changes wracked his body.

-

Robby had been acting weird all day. He wasn't even supposed to have been on shift in the first place, but he was there anyway. Dennis was used to Robby being a little more hands-on with him than the other med students and residents (he would never admit it, but he loved the attention) but this? This was extreme. Smelling him in the middle of Central? Following him like a lost dog? Asking him to house sit for him?

It's not like Dennis could say *no*.

Which, in turn, led him to the address that Robby had texted him. Seeing the motorcycle in the driveway had made him pause- Robby had said he was leaving straight from the hospital. But maybe he had forgotten something?

Dennis carefully punched in the code for the garage before making his way into the house proper.

“Dr. Robby? Is everything okay?”

The lights were all off, but the streetlights shining in through the windows illuminated something concerning as he entered:

The entire house looked like a tornado had gone through it. There were chairs knocked over, papers scattered on the floor, books knocked from a large bookshelf in the living room. Dennis’s eyes widened as he saw the large gouges in the wooden floor that led up the stairs.

Claw marks.

Instinctively, Dennis clutched the straps of his backpack a little tighter.

“Dr. Robby?” Dennis called, a little louder this time.

The response was almost immediate - a deep groan from upstairs that escalated into a pained yell. Dennis’s body kicked into emergency mode as he sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time to get to Robby. On the second floor, Dennis followed the claw mark trail that led to a cracked door. He made his way to it, pausing as another groan met his ears.

“Robby, are you okay?” he asked, pushing the door open and stepping in before freezing. Here, the moonlight streamed through the window illuminating most of the room in a pale white light.

The room was completely torn apart. Pillows and blankets shredded, the night stand over turned, clothes strewn on the floor. And in the corner of the room was a mass of… something. Something that was breathing very heavily.

“R-Robby?” Dennis stuttered as the mass began to shift.

“Dennis… you have to get out of here.”

It was Robby’s voice coming from the thing in the corner. The fear in Dennis’s heart was overcome by worry - the last time that Robby had told him to leave he had been breaking down on the floor in pedes. Dennis refused to let that happen again.

“What's wrong? Talk to me; I can help.”

Dennis took one step before he was being tackled to the floor.

Robby… or something that vaguely resembled Robby, was hunched over him panting and grimacing in pain. His eyes met Dennis’s and Dennis watched in horror as Robby’s familiar brown eyes brightened into a sickly yellow. Claws had begun to grow from the beds of Robby’s finger nails and he could see his teeth bulging behind his lips. Robby’s face was morphing horrifically before his eyes. Dennis fought back a scream, trying to fight against the tight grip that Robby was pining him to the floor with.

The last thing Robby said before becoming completely unrecognizable was: “I'm sorry.”

A howl ripped through his throat as Robby’s face elongated and shifted until Dennis was no longer face to face with a man, but a giant, snarling wolf. Its head ducked down and Dennis’s life flashed before his eyes. Time seemed to slow as Dennis sent up a final prayer and prepared to be mauled.

Instead of teeth in his neck, he felt something warm and wet drag its way from the collar of his shirt up his neck and to his cheek.

Robby - or the creature that Robby had become - was licking him. Over. And over. It licked up both sides of the boy's face before its teeth snagged on the fabric of his scrub top and pulled, ripping the garment clean off. Dennis shrieked as the cold air of the room hit his bare chest.

Despite Dennis’ protests and the way he struggled against the creature pinning him down, he couldn't help the stilted moan that left his mouth when its long, smooth tongue ran over his nipple.

“N-no, stop- please don't-”

It cut Dennis off by plunging its tongue into his mouth, licking at the back of Dennis’s teeth and nipping at his nips with sharp teeth until the metallic taste of blood hit Dennis’s tongue. It only spurred the creature on more as it lapped up the blood greedily before moving back down to his chest, leaving long red stripes across his top surgery scars.

It was when Dennis felt something begin to grind against his groin that he truly began to panic.

“Fuck, oh my God, Robby, no. Please, I know you're still in there!”

The creature didn't pay the words that spilled from Dennis’s mouth any attention as it lowered its hips and ground its steadily growing cock over Dennis’s clothed cunt. It dragged its blood covered maw down Dennis’s stomach, stopping to bite at the waistband of his scrub pants before tearing down his pants along with the boxers under them.

Dennis’s pleading devolved into hiccuped cries as the creature’s hot tongue pressed against his folds. He felt the rumble from its chest as it began to feast, lapping up the wetness that Dennis’s body had begun to betray him with. When its tongue dragged across his dick, Dennis shot up straight, sinking his fingers into the thick hair - fur - on the creature’s head and crying out.

“Fuck, Robby!”

The name slipped from Dennis’s lips as he felt the tip of the wolf’s tongue breach his entrance. He knew, in the back of his mind, that this creature was Robby. He had seen the transformation himself. It only made sense when it was the attending’s name that ripped out of his throat. The thought of this creature being Robby made his hips buck involuntarily.

Robby began thrusting his canine tongue in and out of Dennis’s folds, pausing to lick up the slick that dripped down to his asshole. As he opened his mouth to delve further into the boy's cunt, his sharp teeth slid against his cock. Dennis screamed as he threw himself back against the floor, his thighs clenching around the wolf’s head as he abdomen convulsed.

When the creature surfaced, its maw was glistening with slick and saliva. The fur on its snout and down its neck soaked with Dennis’s cum.

Dennis barely got a chance to breathe through his orgasm before Robby was biting into his bicep and forcefully flipping him on to his stomach. As he turned, Dennis’s eyes went wide seeing the angry red dick dangling between the creature's legs.

More pleas began dripping from Dennis’s mouth as he felt the creature nip at the back of his thighs and ass, making him pull them up and away from it. Which was, apparently, exactly what he was supposed to do.

Robby mounted him, his giant cock rutting against his ass. Dennis screamed and pleaded as the tip caught against his asshole, jerking forward trying to escape Robby’s thrusts.

The teeth that sank surprisingly gently into Dennis’s nape ended any sort of struggle.

Unable to fight it, Dennis went mostly limp, just barely holding himself up, as Robby guided his cock into Dennis’s cunt. He immediately thrust forward, making Dennis cry out in pain and pleasure.

Robby was big. Dennis felt like he was being split down the middle as the large canine cock speared in and out of him. His cries accompanied by growls and whimpers that leaked out of Robby’s chest and between his teeth.

Before long, Dennis’s breath hitched at the feeling of something even larger, wider, than Robby’s cock began forcing at his entrance. A bulbous mass had grown at the base of Robby’s dick and now he was trying to bully it into Dennis’s weeping cunt.

“Shit- no, it won't fit please!”

He was met with a growl and Robby’s teeth sinking further into his neck in response.

Robby continued pushing at a frantic pace until Dennis screamed, the knot popping into him and effectively locking the two of them together as Robby’s teeth sank deep into Dennis’s neck. Dennis squirted again, the pain sending him into another otherworldly orgasm.

Robby’s jaw unlatched from Dennis’s neck as he threw his head back and howled, continuing to grind into Dennis as he finally came hot against the boy’s cervix. Dennis went limp and Robby collapsed on top of him, his large wolven frame eclipsing Dennis completely.

-

Robby rumbled as he jostled his mate until he was situated fully under him, his knot locking them together for the foreseeable future. He licked at the mark he had left around the back of Dennis’s neck, knowing instinctually that while the nips and bruises he had left on his mates body would heal, his mark would be permanent.