Kracken
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language, weres
3x4 side story to Instincts
In the Blood.
It was lonely and Quatre knew that it was only his own fault. Tossing himself into a keep full of were wolves, and expecting them to embrace a desert were fox with open arms had been, at best, very optimistic. It had seemed like a grand adventure at the time, though, and a way to escape his badgering father and his opinion that an heir his age should already be about the task of creating heirs. It had been too difficult to explain to that same father, that not one of his people had interested his frustrated libido in that manner. Even his father's suspicion that he preferred males was put into question by his lack of interest in even the handsome male were foxes of the clan. Quatre wasn't certain what he was interested in; he had yet to find him or her or it.
The Prince of the Keep was an interesting individual. The rest of the were wolves were dull and conservative by comparison, hating his rings and jewelry and scandalized by his tattoos and behavior. Outgoing, hyper, and excitable by his very lineage, Quatre couldn't contain himself, and really didn't see the need. The Prince was intelligent, patient, and always interesting in the tales of other lands that Quatre had to tell. It was a shame, he thought, that such a person had to be shackled by his station and birth to such a dull people. He had so much more potential.
Walking down a drafty hall and hating the chill on his short fur and bare skin, Quatre almost missed the silent guard stationed by the prince's quarters. His bands of darker color blended perfectly with the evening shadows and his eyes were half obscured by dark, brown hair. One eye was green, though, and watching Quatre in obvious fascination.
Quatre stopped. The Prince wasn't in the habit of having guards and his access to the heir of the Keep had been unchallenged. He wasn't certain what to say to this tall, odd looking were wolf. Quatre was used to Heero's spots, but these stripes were very.... appealing. He'd never yet seen a were wolf that had them.
Quatre's tail waved anxiously. The were wolf's eyes tracked the sparkling rings at it's base and he saw the creature swallow heavily. That made Quatre smile and feel a little warm, something he had never experienced before.
"I am Quatre," he announced in an unsure voice. "I wish to see Prince Heero."
"You are... a were fox?" the were wolf wondered.
Quatre found a smile. "Yes. And you are...?"
"From the mountains," the creature replied as if coming back to himself. "I am a mountain were wolf."
"Ah," was all Quatre could find to say and then he decided that it wasn't Heero he wanted to see any longer. He moved closer to the were wolf and felt his heart thrum in his chest. He went wide eyed. Here was his interest, he thought numbly, a creature half again as large as himself and not a were fox at all. Pervert, he could hear his father say even now, and knew that only trouble would come of it. Scandal. Anger. Sadness. Perhaps complete rejection by his family. He was about to take a very large step, if he dared, crossing a bridge that, maybe, would burn behind him.
"Have you had a good look now?" the were wolf asked with a smile. "I've never had anyone stare that long before."
Quatre blinked and blushed. "Forgive me. I think..." He coughed and then looked up and up at the Prince's guard. "May I know your name?"
"Trowa," the were wolf answered. "I already know yours."
Quatre's ears flicked in amusement and his smile sparkled as brightly as his tail ring. "When you are done here, might we speak together... perhaps over dinner?"
It was taking a chance. There might be offense, disgust, anger....
"I would like that," Trowa replied and his eye was bright and warm.
Quatre felt his insides flutter. "My quarters then," he told him and felt as if he could hardly speak through the emotions coursing through him.
Trowa inclined his head and Quatre turned tail and walked back the way he had come with a spring in his step, already planning dishes for their meal and seduction, though something told him that he would not have to try very hard to seduce Trowa.
End
On to Chapter twenty