Chapter 4

In movies and books supernatural creatures are always moved by strange, powerful urges and, as a true full blooded werewolf, I have to say that they got it right. The thing is… that is the only aspect of the whole “urges” aspect that they did guess. Human cravings are not less intense than ours, but they are considerably less varied. When somebody yawns you suddenly feel like yawning too. When you see something very sexy you feel like doing something that would be censored by most mass media channels. That’s exactly how I am, too. Unfortunately, there is more to me and this instinct business than just that.

As I held the door open for Daisuke to enter the restaurant my eyes were drawn by three gorgeous golden retrievers that were being taken for a walk. Two of them were trying to play and walk, tangling their leashes, while the third one sat down decidedly and started scratching. The dizzy wild haired girl that held their leashes was also trying to get to find her cell phone in her huge purse to stop the noise pollution created by her Britney Spears ringtone. Golden, doggy mayhem. My insides started wagging their tail and I knew this date would not go as planned.

I didn’t even realize I was scratching my head vigorously while we were waiting for the waiter to lead us to our table. An old couple leaving the restaurant gave me dirty looks and the old woman told her husband in what was supposed to be a whisper “Nowadays, it’s fashionable not to wash.” My hand stilled in my hair instantaneously. I was horrified by my behaviour and started trying to explain that I had a nervous habit. He laughed and told me to stop BLUSHING, that he didn’t expect me to be so cute.

Seme rule # 4: A seme does not blush. It is a condition for a seme’s continued existence. Once he blushes he becomes vulnerable to being topped.

Werewolf rule #29056: It is unseemly for a male were to blush. A pack may exile a male seen blushing at least three times.

I quickly decided to forget the whole incident. Repressed memories, prepare to welcome a new fellow into your ranks.

I held out the chair for Daisuke and then took a seat myself and smiled warmly. As I didn’t really know what to do I was guessing that being elegant and gentleman-like would work. I just had to remember not to overdo it. My goal was to find someone to share my true self with.

My pretty date started a nice chat about the colours most meals come in while browsing the menu. After we ordered two pork schnitzels with fries at my recommendation I found out that Daisuke was an art major, which explained why looking at a menu made him talk about analogous colour theory. As he talked a bit about what courses he’s taking I deduced he must be 21 or 22.

“That’s so silly Jason!” he chuckled out of the blue.

“Huh?” I asked and I realised what was stopping me from asking an articulate question was also the reason my date is laughing. I was chewing on a straw that was part of the flower arrangement on our table. How the hell did it get in my mouth?

I let it go instantly and it snapped back in its original position, but it would never again be the blue tubular decoration it used to be...

In a panic I decide to play it off coolly and make a joke about it by saying that they were taking so long with the food that I just had to get something in my mouth. Afterwards we flirted a bit by implying other “sticks” that you just have to get in your mouth. It was fun. I love flirting. My wild doggy instincts awoken by the playful golden retrievers were successfully redirected towards word play.

Then, not more than half an hour later, while Daisuke was telling me about his family he suddenly stopped and asked if I was bored, while pointing to my leg which was moving up and down in what is a clear display of being impatient. I stumbled upon my words, unable to explain why I felt so restless and then I blushed. AGAIN.

I felt like running in the park or wrestling with someone or just going for a sports event… anything at least slightly active… My date didn’t seem the type to go for a male bonding wrestling match. His looks didn’t really scream fitness enthusiast, being more of the soft, slender, almost girlish variety. Not my least favourite on the male body type spectrum, but that meant that I had to be even more careful about not accidentally hurting him than I generally was around humans in general and lovers in particular. Being the ‘daddy’ in a relationship really sucks.

“So, what else have you planned for tonight?” Daisuke asked with a teasing smile.

“Hmmm… Whatever you want.”

“What if I want something wild and never before heard of?”

“Like eating ice-cream on top of Mount Everest?” I asked with the most innocent look I could muster. Fortunately he found that very amusing and I was successful in ruining the moment. It was getting too hot too fast.

Seme rule #173: Your must resist the temptation of cutting the flirting phase too short even if your partner seems to be horny. It will pay off in the end.

“Seriously, now, I would like to do something you like doing, or maybe to go somewhere you like. You’ll have fun for sure and it would help me get to know you better. It’s a win-win! I want to know everything about you.” The last sentence I delivered in a sexy voice while I held his gaze.

He got all flustered, stumbling on his words as he told me very quietly that a walk in the park would be lovely.

I’m a master. All gay tops out there should bow to me.

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My eyes hurt and I felt overall tired. Not the nicest feeling to have when on a romantic stroll in the park. Even the weather sucked. It was one of those deep, moonless nights in which the wind feels like tiny blades hitting your uncovered skin. Not my least favourite type of weather, but definitely not weather made for relaxing outdoors. It’s weather good for hunting or for locking your naked lover on the balcony because your husband came back too early. I couldn’t help chuckling at that thought, but that was good. Daisuke had been talking and my laugh must have been appropriate because he gave me the you-are-such-a-good-listener look. Which I wasn’t, but the later he found that out the better.

We walked in silence for a few seconds, then Daisuke wrapped himself around my arm and dragged me towards a small path that went up a little hill, in between the tallest trees, where there was a little waterfall. A dead end. A lover’s path. A path I always avoided. The irony of it all tickled my warped sense of humour, making me forget a bit about my lack of comfort.

“You look amazing at night. I can’t figure out why…”

I felt like showing him my fangs as an answer, like in some cheap vampire horror. Or maybe make my hair grow a bit and stare at him intensely, then suddenly go “boo!”.

“I have noticed that you are taking me to places with no light and people. I’m going to take a wild guess and say you are worried to be seen with me by your ex or maybe… your not-so-ex?” is what I said instead. It was just a random hunch.

He let go of me and stared in shock.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like I’m accusing you of anything, but it would be nice to know…”

Fact: Everyone has secrets.

“It’s not… well… it’s more complicated. I’m not cheating on anybody. I’m totally against it. I think one should be loyal. I want true love and I want exclusivity. I hate cheating! Really hate it! My dad…. Well… he cheated a lot on my mom… and didn’t even bother to hide it well….. I hate cheating! Really!”

“But…”

“There is no but! I hate it.” He looked at me desperately seeking my trust.

“OK. I believe you.”

“There’s this guy, though… I total jock. Claims he’s bisexual.”

I gave a deep grunt, because the story started sounding very predictable.

“No, no. He, like, makes it his trademark. Brags to his friends that he’d fuck anything on two legs.”

“And he’s gorgeous…”

“Of course he is. He’s gorgeous and rich and spoiled and very very popular.”

“So, how are you involved with him? Do you love him?”

“NO! It’s just that he is very aggressive and … he basically molests me every time we meet. In front of everybody! He, like, treats me like a slut, just because once I fell for his sweet talk and gave him a blow job.”

I’m not mad. I’m actually slightly amused. I put on a blank expression, not wanting Daisuke to guess my reaction. It’s better if you let them act on what they think your reaction is. The assumptions are always fascinating.

“Don’t look like that… I’m sorry. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, and on our first date, too. I’m such an idiot. It all happened at a party, a couple of years ago, and I was just drunk and horny and very very stupid, and this hunk was interested in me and I couldn’t help myself. It was a one time thing. It’s not like I always suck off guys I’ve just met.”

He doesn’t? Damn! I mean… that’s good… I want to build a relationship here… Need to be slow and smooth.

“It’s okay, Daisuke. It’s not like I never gave in to temptation before.” I told him in a calm voice while thinking that even with taking things slow it would be so nice to be sucked off by my destined one as soon as we meet. I tried not to giggle as my mind took it a bit further, because Daisuke might misunderstand me. But it’s hard to pay attention to someone’s guilty thoughts when you are having some yourself. Can you imagine the following scenario: Time stands still as he looks into my eyes, the wind dishevelling his hair. The connection is instant and there is no need for words. Flowers blossom in the background and we suddenly hear sweet music. He takes one step, two… and then falls on his knees in front of me, unzipping me with a fury and taking me up his throat. Oh yeah! That’s a story to tell you children.

Snap out of it! You are on a date now with a REAL guy. I mentally slapped myself. I wasn’t uninterested in Daisuke, but I just couldn’t concentrate properly. I felt a bit out of it.

“… and he always hangs out in this park with these two guys on his team. You understand now?” The black eyes were shining towards me begging. Damn me! I totally didn’t listen! Eh… But it doesn’t matter. I was going to forgive him anyway.

“The important question is if you want to go out with him.”

“I don’t.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Even though you described him as a handsome jerk even the worst of them have their good sides.”

“If he does have a good side he hides it well. I am not interested at all in him.”

I wasn’t going to tell him that he definitely saw something in the guy otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen for his ‘sweet talk’ in the first place. I was no fool. My goal wasn’t to push Daisuke towards my rival.

“So, you are free game, right?” I asked, just to be cheeky.

He stepped in front of me and opened his arms. “Come and get me!” Then twisted around and started running.

I felt my chest fill up with a barely contained growl. My headache was gone. I had prey. The chase is on!

I pretended to not be able to catch up, just teasing him by grabbing at him, then letting him get ahead, by making him change direction and finally by letting him try to dodge me behind some trees. In the end I grabbed him from behind, gently biting the back of his neck. As he turned to face me the nibbling turned into nuzzling. He smelled nice. No strong aftershave or anything to completely cover his natural scent. And he was soft and small and cuddly. I bent and placed a small kiss on his lips then looked at his pretty face and dove in for another, deeper, tasty, perfect kiss.

“I want more of you.” I blurted out.

He stared at me, breathless, almost hypnotized. “Can we go to your place?” he whispered.

I tasted his lips again and then dragged him out of the park and to my car.

Being the big bad wolf with a lamb in your claws seems to fit me nicely. I’m going to be a the top Top! The only danger now is my need to do a skippy happy walk…