#just hunter staring at prey for 30 seconds straight

[shenzhiheng]

Snowfall + whatever the hell is going on between these two

[syluscore]

You Lure Me In

~Captain John Price x fem! Reader~

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Word: 3591

Content warnings: age gap (price in late 30s, reader in early 20s), sub and dom dynamics, primal play dynamics, reader being chased through woods, anxious reader, daddy issues, degrading/praise mix, a bit of manipulation, so many feminine pet names, size kink, reader is petite with small breasts, possessiveness, edging, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, p in v sex, mating press, tummy bulge, creampie

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He stands behind you, the back of your head against his firm chest. You can feel how hard his cock is against your lower back. You don’t have to face him to know all of his attention is focused on you. His presence alone demands obedience and submission, and you’d be a fool to try and repel it.

“Patience…you don’t wanna do anything stupid,” he mumbles darkly into your ear. His calloused hands graze the skin of your exposed arms, causing goosebumps to rise. The roughness of his skin harshly contrasts the gentleness of his touch. His intentions–obvious and impure, down to the very root of them. His fingers trace little circles into your shoulders, a false sense of security, but you know where this will end up. Where it always ends up.

Captain Price leans down, pulling your hair back behind your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it. “Run if you’d like, little bunny. Feeling quite generous, I’ll give you a head start.”

You turn your head and gaze into his blue eyes. That thousand yard stare gone as he focuses on you and only you. You wanna melt beneath the intensity of his stare. It feels like he’s taking you apart with his eyes, breaking you down to the measly atoms that compose the simplest pieces of your being. You want to cower, you want to give yourself over to him, but your fight or flight reflex is kicking in–just as he wants it to, just as he knows it will.

Useless in resisting it, you push yourself off of him and run straight for the pitch black woods ahead. Running is pointless. Hiding is pointless. He’s a professionally trained hunter and killer. He merely likes the chase. He could easily reach you and overpower you in a mere seconds, but he gives you the head start to satisfy the piece of himself that commands him to be a predator hunting his prey.

You’re already stumbling over the brush of the woods, massive roots breaking through the uneven ground, slopping through the mud, and the low hanging branches–all causing you to be hindered. Your heart is in your throat, your lungs feel as if they’re constricting in on themselves, squeezing tightly like a kid’s juice pouch. But deep in your tummy, through the adrenaline and fear, is an excitement growing from the feeling of being his prey.

Your bare legs and arms are being torn up as you run haphazardly through the trees. Only barriers protecting your skin being a tiny sundress and sandals. You may as well be naked at this point, which would really render you useless. That man wouldn’t give you the chance to run if you were naked–pouncing on you immediately, weak to his own animalistic desires.

Your tiny and weak frame is nothing in comparison to his toned and well trained body. You know he has to be hot on your trail already. You’re sweating and tired after barely having run at all, and wherever he is, you know he hasn’t used an ounce of his endless energy. It’s all merely childsplay to him.

You can’t keep your mind from wandering… wandering to what he’ll do to you–what he’ll put you through–when he catches you. Will he punish you? There’s no question on if he’ll hurt you, oh no. You wonder to what extent it’s going to hurt because he loves giving pain, and you love receiving it.

Before your brain can catch up with your body, pain radiates in your limbs and chest. You roll over from your tummy to your back to alleviate the pain, but to no avail. You hit the muddy ground hard, the wind knocked out of your lungs and you struggle to take an adequate breath. 

You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself. You rub your sore muscles as you focus on catching your breath. You realize you’re sobbing harshly and not at all quietly. 

“Tsk. You make it too easy.” You practically jump out of your skin, digging your nails into the ground beneath you, ready to push yourself up and take off again. But a heavy, dirty boot presses into your chest, trapping you against the ground. You grab his ankle and try to pull him off of you, but the more you struggle, the harder he presses against you. 

He takes a long drag of his cigar before flinging it into the mud behind you. You clench your thighs together as he releases a puff of smoke between the two of you. You’ve always hated smokers, grossed out by it since you were a child, but he somehow makes it hot. Has your pussy throbbing beneath your flimsy little dress that could barely be called that. So thin and short that it was basically a slip.

He removes his boot from your chest and you finally take a deep breath, filling your lungs and alleviating the burning for air within them. Before you have time to blink, he’s straddling your hips. His knees on either side of your hips and his hands wrapped around your wrists and pulling them up above your head, securing you in place. You could try to struggle to get free, but he’s left you very little wiggle room beneath him.

You’re completely and utterly at this mercy, again. A position you’ve found yourself in (happily and willingly) countless times. You trust him even when you shouldn’t. Trust him no matter how much he pushes your limits. You relinquish control to him like you're passing him a piece of gum. Maybe if your daddy had shown you more attention as a child, you wouldn’t beg for Captain Price’s approval and praise like a desperate whore. Maybe. Wouldn’t be out here seeking out the oh so sweet male validation that only an older man can fulfill–that hollowness your dad gave to you from failing to love you properly.

Or maybe it’s entirely biological–primal. The way you yearn for him and the way he needs you with every fiber of his being. Your coupling should’ve never happened. Him in his late 30s, you in your early 20s. An entire relationship built of red flags and toxic dynamics. You wonder if maybe it was the same delicious shade of red as the apple in the garden of Eden. Could Eve have been as helpless to resist it as you are in resisting John?

But God, what you feel for him is raw you’d dare to say it’s even biblical in a sense. Your flesh and his intertwined in some profound way that your bodies were destined and created for. But you were never the religious type–controlled by your sinful ways and desires. Perhaps you’re looking for any reason to explain the way your pussy aches and drenches itself just thinking about this dirty old man. Perhaps he’s the deity you’ve prayed to all along–your very own God in the flesh.

“Look at you. Dirty fucking girl,” He looks over your body, almost like he’s appraising you. His cock somehow grows harder at the sight of you with mud down the front of your white dress, scratches and dirt littering your legs and arms, and dirt across your cheek that you must’ve accidentally spread while wiping away sweat. “Gonna love ruining you.”

Your voices come out barely above a whisper, “Thought I was already ruined.” He groans in response to your words. How broken and little you sound.

“Mm, not enough, sweetheart. Going to destroy you from the inside out. How’s that sound?” You don’t mean to, but you rut your hips up into him in search of friction. It’s instinctive. He knows what he does to you when he speaks to you this way. And he always uses it to his advantage.

“Haven’t even started touching you yet and you’ve already gone dumb. Trained you so well, haven’t I? Yeah…just a dumb little girl who needs me to show her what she needs, is that it?”

He holds your wrists in one of his large hands as the other cups your chin, holding your head in place so you’re forced to stare at him face to face.

“Yes, Captain,” you whisper out before biting your lip, trying to keep little noises from slipping past your lips at his little touches. You feel properly defiled and he hasn’t even really begun his destruction on your body.

He grabs your face, pinching your cheeks together tightly and forcing your mouth open, looking like a fish out of water. “What have I told you about keeping those little noises of yours from me? Wanna hear every pathetic noise that comes from those pretty lips. You haven’t forgotten, have you? Maybe I need to teach you again. Punishment could be very beneficial for a dumb bunny such as yourself.”

He releases your cheeks and you whine out, “Noooooooooo… I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it, wasn’t thinkin’. ‘M sorry,” Your words slur in your needy state. The sound of your own voice has your cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

He chuckles at you meanly. “You never think, sweetheart. All you know how to do is be a whiny little brat, isn’t that right?”

You whine out your objections, causing a smirk to grow on his face as you prove exactly his point. Your eyes meet his and the mean look on his face causes your bottom lip to start trembling.

He leans forward and leaves gentle kisses across your damp cheeks. “That’s why you have me, isn’t it? Need someone to do all the thinking while you sit there lookin’ pretty. Just taking what I give you,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Please,” You whisper out, your hands clinging to his chest. One of his hands caresses your sides appreciatively. The thumb of his free hand wipes up your tears before rubbing your lip, causing you to part them for him.

He slips his thumb into your mouth and your lips immediately suck it in, your tongue swirling around it. The salty taste of your sweat and tears overwhelms your taste buds and causes more wetness to pool in your panties. 

You continue sucking on his thumb, paying no mind to any of his other movements. Your eyes shoot open when his hand starts playing with the waistband of your panties. 

“This where you need me?” his fingers release your waistband and rub over your slit through your panties. “I think so. So wet for me already. Is my girl needy tonight?” You eagerly nod your head and he smiles at you before placing one last gentle kiss to your lips and moving down your body.

He desperately wants to fuck you so hard you can’t tell what hurts and what feels good. Wants to hear you scream and beg for him to stop while ignoring you and going harder. But he sees how sensitive and needy you are tonight. Knows you need extra love and care tonight–and it definitely can’t wait for aftercare. You in need of princess treatment? He’ll malicious compliance his way into getting you to beg him to treat you like nothing more than a slut. Yeah. That’s how he’ll get his way. That’s how he’ll get you exactly where he wants you.

He kisses down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbones and licking your hot skin.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, baby. Love this tiny fucking dress on you. But unfortunately,” he rips your dress entirely down the middle, causing you to gasp out as you gawk at the effortless way he does it, “It’s in my fucking way.”

John stares at your exposed chest, very fucking pleased that you skipped out on the bra today. He looks at you like he wants to eat you alive and you’ve never been more appreciative of the fact your chest is not well endowed–bras not a requirement for dressing yourself.

He doesn’t bother uttering a single word as he brings his mouth to your nipple and immediately starts sucking it into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it and feeling it harden between his lips. He kisses all around your tit and mumbles, “Love these tits.” And his mouth latches onto the other one.

Your back arches off the ground as you moan out. You’re not sure if it’s possible to get any wetter than this, and if he doesn’t touch you where you desperately need him soon, you might just combust. 

“Sir… I… please, I need you.”

“You need me? Thought you already had me, sweetheart. Where do you need me, hm?” He teases you and it has you whining yet again. You hate it, but you can’t help it. Can’t help these atrocious noises that have you wanting to run and hide away forever.

“‘M so wet… want you to play with me. And touch me,” you give him your best puppy dog eyes and he places one final kiss to your nipple before kissing down your stomach. Usually, he’d make you get more specific. He loves getting you all flustered from saying filthy words, but he’s running out of patience and you look so good laid out in the mud.

He places one final kiss above the hem of your underwear before gripping them between his fingers and yanking them down, not even bothering to wait for you to lift your ass up. He’s stronger than you, he doesn’t need your help and he doesn’t care if you get rug burn from the way he ripped them from you. You’re a big girl, you can take it.

“Gonna eat this messy cunt like it’s my last meal. You deserve that, my little bunny girl? Chased you down in the dark, only fair I taste what I caught–what’s rightfully mine.”

“Yes!” You immediately respond to him. Your legs are quivering from how you keep rolling your hips, searching for that sweet friction. “It’s yours. All yours, ‘m all yours.”

He moves his face down between your legs and you feel his facial hair drag across your skin as he leaves sloppy kisses all along your folds. His beard is already getting wet from how obscenely wet you are for him.

When his mouth finally latches around your clit, you let out a sound that’s borderline a scream. You’re immediately grinding on his face. All it takes is a few little licks, kisses, and sucks and your toes are curling, already on the verge of coming. But he pulls away right before you do, kissing your thighs until you come back down from the edge before going back to licking at your cunt. 

And he does it again. And again. And again. He does it until you’re thrashing around in the mud, all your limbs shaking with need, and you’re crying again.

“Please,” you speak out through your tears, “Please let me come. Wanna come so bad. Need it. Need to come–come all over your face. Please make me come.”

He loves hearing you beg, isn’t afraid to let you know this constantly and will do whatever it takes to get you to that begging and pleading mess beneath him. So pleased with what he’s hearing, he doesn’t even think about pulling away. Before you can continue begging, you’re coming on his tongue while screeching out into the night.

Your body trembles with aftershocks and you feel as if you’ve turned into jelly. Your head is completely empty, the only thing you’re aware of is the blood rushing through your body and the post-orgasm exhaustion setting in quickly.

“Oh fuck!” you yell out as he shoves his cock into your still spasming walls, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes open wide and you see a nearly rabid looking John above you. His face and beard are glistening with your arousal and it makes him look all the more feral. Maybe he has gone completely feral, because he doesn’t bother waiting for you to adjust to his size as he starts thrusting inside of you. 

Thankfully, you’re drenched so he moves effortlessly as your walls are already trying to milk his cock for everything he’s got. You’re moaning and mumbling incoherent words as he continues to fuck into you, fast and hard. He bends down and sucks the skin of your neck, his happy trail and pubic hair rub against the sensitive skin of your pussy–your body barely registering the burn from how overly stimulated you already are.

Your ankles lock behind his back, but he isn’t having any of that. He leans back, gripping your calves and forcing your knees to your chest. Your tiny body contorts, bending to his will so easily. 

Your tummy is bulging out around his cock. Every little movement of his cock is outlined on your belly. He bends forward, using his body to help hold your legs in place and one of his hands comes down to your abdomen and presses down on the bulge there.

“Feel that, baby?” He asks through pants and groans. “Feel how this tiny pussy struggles to take my big cock? Look down at it. Look how deep inside of you I am. Rearrange your fucking guts around my cock. Nothing but a tight hole for me to fuck.”

You manage to look between the two of you and he moves his hand so you can see exactly how deep inside of you he is.

“Holy fuck! You’re gonna break me, you’re gonna fucking break me,” you cry out, in desperation or fear, maybe a mixture of both, you don’t really know. You don’t really care as long as he doesn’t stop.

“Feel me in your lungs? Folded in half for me. Being such a good girl, you know that? Taking me so goddamn perfectly, fuck.”

You can tell he’s getting close by the way his thrusts become inconsistent and his groans become more throaty. 

“Come for me, bunny girl. Know you can do it. Know you can give me one more,” he demands as his hand goes down to rub circles on your wet clit. The pleasure, the pressure, it’s all too much. Your body is on fire and you can barely breathe in this position. 

“It’s, fuck, it’s too much. I can’t, I c-,” you pant out brokenly, “Can’t. It hurts! Hurts so fucking good.” Despite your protests, he doesn’t relent and the pressure builds up in your belly. “Oh, god. Oh, ‘m gonna come.”

“Don’t talk to god, talk to me when I’m fucking you. Call out to me when you’re creaming my cock.”

“Captain!” you scream as you do exactly that. You’re letting out inhuman noises as you cream his cock.

“That’s it. Gonna stuff this pussy full of come, just how you fucking love it. Fucking milk this cock, baby. Milk. This. Fucking. Cock.” He practically growls out between harsh thrusts. He buries himself to the hilt and his hips stop their movement as he shoots his come deep inside of your aching and throbbing pussy. Just when you think he’s done, more pours from the tip of his cock and you’re overflowing with his thick seed.

He pulls his still hard cock out of you and shoves his fingers inside of you in its place, almost like he’s plugging his come inside of you. Which he is. He gave that all to you and you’re going to keep it exactly where it belongs.

Your body is a mess, covered in sweat and mud and possibly even a little blood. You lay boneless in the cold mud, unable to muster up any energy to move for several minutes.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, bunny girl. Need to clean up your mess.”

You weakly nod as you reach out for him. He grabs your hands and pulls you up so your face is right in front of his softening cock. You start sucking on the base of him, your nose buried in his pubes as you suck the entire length of him clean. You gently lick and kiss his tip before moving to his balls and sucking those clean too.

“Such a good girl for me, doing so well. Took my cock so well and cleanin’ me up like this. Makin’ me so proud.”

You whimper at his words and you pull your mouth away from his pelvis. He brings his face to yours and you start licking his cheeks and lips clean too. You get carried away, sucking on his lips until he opens them so you can suck on his tongue too.

He pulls away and whispers, “That’ll do. Come here.”

You wrap your arms around him as he lifts you up off of the ground, your legs wrapping around him as well. He begins to slowly walk you two back the way you came. His come leaks from your used pussy and trails down the front of his shirt, the feeling occasionally causing you to shiver and cling to him harder.

Your eyes are drooping as you nuzzle your face into his neck, sleep threatening to pull you under.

“Such a sweet girl, playing with me like this.” You hum sleepily in response. “Love when you run from me. You know why?” You shake your head as best as you can in your position, but he understands.

“Because there’s nowhere you could ever hide from me. I’ll chase you to the ends of the Earth and everywhere in between, then back again. I’ll always chase my little bunny girl.”

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Number 7 on the monster prompt for rook please NSFW if possible, female reader

7. “You scream and cry over me but how do you think I feel?" (Yandere! Rook Hunt x Fem! Reader) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD) “So what’s your type Hunt?” (Y/n) said rather suddenly making Rook’s head shoot up with a bemused expression spreading on his face. Epel and Vil who both had the misfortune of also being present let out grunts and sighs respectively. “What was that Mademoiselle Aeon?” Rook said tilting his head to the side. He hadn’t expected this sort of question out of the second-year girl but that did not mean he was not intrigued by it and her by extension. “You heard me, what’s your type? You like em tall, short? Dark and dusky or pale and fair?” (Y/n) rattled off the list of traits on her fingers. “Everyone has a type Hunt, tell me what’s your?” the girl reiterated smoothly. “I am a fan of all beauty, it’d be a damn shame to discriminate after all” Rook said knowing that his answer would not satisfy the girl and reveling in the knowledge that he was irritating her. “Fine, okay. Personality then! You must have a personality preference! I’m gonna hedge my bets on someone smart but not as smart as you right?” (Y/n) said stoutly refusing to let her annoyance be shown. “You’re wasting your time (Y/n) he isn’t goin to give you a straight a—“ Vil began before being drowned out by a burst of laughter from Rook. The dorm head merely leaned back and resumed reading the cosmetic manual he’d be perusing before. “You’re right on the money Mademoiselle Aeon. I do like them a little less clever than myself, a hunter cannot be outwitted by his prey now can he” Rook said once he had control of himself after laughing so hard. “Ah-hah! I knew it! I knew you liked the clever type! Ohhh Cotton is gonna own me 30 gems for this!” (Y/n) said with a childish grin. “The silly bunny said your type was probably the baby-faced but dirty-mouth type” she went on which caused Epel to choke on his drink nearby. “I do appreciate those too, but my heart cannot resist a wily mind. What can I say? I am but a mortal man” Rook said tilting his head to the side. “Someone with a beautiful mind and a beautiful physique is my dream partner” he added sending a loaded look (Y/n)’s way which she missed as her eyes were directed on Epel. “Well I’m off to bed” (Y/n) declared swinging her legs off the couch she’d been lounging on and preparing to stand when Epel suddenly put his cup down to wrap his arms around her waist. “Do you have to go already?” Epel asked older girl pressing his face into her side. He’d grown attached to her, looking up to her as a big sister figure of sorts. More importantly he didn’t want to be left alone with Rook and Vil who’d get ‘ideas’ when the first-year lingered to long. “I gotta get some sleep, I volunteered to be the student first aid giver at the kendo club’s match tomorrow morning” (Y/n) said affectionately as she ruffled Epel’s hair and gently detangle herself from his arms. Going up the stairs to her room, the girl did not bother locking the door as she undressed and slipped on pajamas to sleep. Turning off the lights and pulling up the covers she was soon asleep. Only to awaken a few hours to the sensation of someone on top of her and her arms bound above her head. “Welcome back to the waking world Mademoiselle Aeon~” Rook chirped from his position atop her as he pulled down the covers of the bed and gazed at her barely covered form in her nightwear. Almost immediately (Y/n) opened her mouth to scream for help when Rook stuffed one of his gloves into her mouth and gave her a chiding look with his finger wagging at her. “Oh we’ll have none of that, we wouldn’t want to wake Vil from his beauty sleep now would we?” Rook said gently tapping (Y/n)’s lips with his still gloved hand. “I need you to stay quiet if this is to remain a pleasant experience for both of us” he added letting his hand drift down to squeeze her throat lightly before releasing its grip and wandering down to her bosom. “You look oh so cute in this pajamas but I’m more curious how cute you’ll look without them” Rook cooed pulling the wide neckline of (Y/n)’s pjs down and under her boobs for his easy access. (Y/n)’s nipples stiffened in the chilled air and she experienced a full body shiver. “It’s almost a shame you hide such magnificent breasts under an ill-fitting uniform every day” Rook said with a sigh cupping a boob in each hand and massaging them lightly. The difference between the cool leather on one side and warm skin on the other made (Y/n) lurch violently as tears formed in her eyes as she tried to scream through the impromptu gag that was the leather glove in her mouth. “You scream and cry over me but how do you think I feel? How I’ve pined for you ever since you became a member of this dorm?” Rook said pinching both of (Y/n)’s nipples harshly making her flail in pain until he released his grip. “How I’ve tried to catch your eye only for you to be oblivious or worse mistake my interest in you for friendly banter?” he went on dipping his head down to suck feverishly at one peak and then the other to turn them red and puffy. “Tonight for a moment... I hoped. When you asked me those silly questions I thought that was your way of confessing your feelings back” Rook said staring up at (Y/n) with lusty eyes. “But it seems I was mistaken, you only have eyes for Epel as it were” he added with a sigh moving down and taking both the sheets and (Y/n)’s pajama bottoms with him. He let out an approving hum at the sight of how soaked his darling already was from his ministrations. “I respect your taste, but you could have done better. You could have had me after all” Rook proclaimed as he began to strip down, tossing his clothes around the room willy-nilly in his excitement. “You’re so clever after all, how could you have missed out what I was offering you (Y/n)?” the blonde went on before sticking his fingers in his mouth to lube them up before slipping them one by one into (Y/n)’s exposed cunt. (Y/n)’s toes curled in response to Rook’s probing fingers as they mercilessly pressed her sweet spot. “But I suppose you were still not smart enough to realize what could have been. That’s alright though, I’ll just have to show you what you’re missing, what you could have” Rook crooned pulling his fingers free of (Y/n)’s pussy to coat his cock in her fluids and his remaining salvia. “I almost forgot to ask, are you by chance a virgin?” Rook questioned as he positioned himself right at (Y/n)’s entrance. The averted eyes and lack of a clear nod or shake game him his answer as he slowly plunged in. Rook lowered his head to his darling’s neck planting kisses and lovebites to distract her from the pain of loosing her maidenhood. (Y/n) kept her eyes squeezed shut trying to block out the experience both of having her virginity stolen and Rook’s efforts to comfort her through the pain. The glove in her mouth was removed as Rook pressed his lips against hers, his tongue teasing her own gently. “That’s it almost there, just hold on a little longer love” Rook cooed softly as he fully sank into (Y/n)’s heat. He was still for a moment to allow her muscles to grow accustomed to his presence, then he slowly shifted into action using his years of experience to make it more pleasurable. One hand slipped down to toy with (Y/n)’s clit to help her relax more while the other braced against the headboard to hold one of the girl’s captive hands. Rook played (Y/n)’s body like an instrument. Able to pull out all kinds of cute little gasps, moans, and whines from her unwilling lips. He was also determined to make her cum before he himself lost it in her inviting depths. Picking up speed he pounded her into the mattress, giving no heed to the possibility that their dormmates might hear the sound of the headboard banging against the wall from the force of their lovemaking. (Y/n) was starting to see stars as her vision began to blur and the ecstasy of orgasm overtook her. She was too dazed to realize that Rook has cum in her not long after until he’s pulled out and jizz dripped out of her bloated cunt. She was also too weak to resist the kiss he forced on her as he undid her restraints and yanked the pj top she was still wearing off onto the floor. “I think you can see my point now (Y/n). No man will be able to satisfy you like I can” Rook murmured as he made himself comfortable beside (Y/n) and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close. “Tomorrow we can make it all official to the rest of the dorm that we’re dating alright?” he added kissing her nose and nuzzling his face against her chest as he drifted off. (Y/n) stared out the window at the moon unable, unwilling to accept the terrible fate she’d been dealt... THE END

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Hallow Ball (Klance fic)

Happy Halloween!!  Please enjoy this Klance Halloween fic I wiped up, it has demon hunter/red riding hood Keith and werewolf Lance.  I really like how this one turned out!  Prompts were werewolf, fangs, dancing and Halloween!

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Keith gripped the handle of his Blade and swung forward without a second thought slashing through the Duat’s chest.  Pulling his Blade from it’s undead heart, he noticed three more Duat approaching from behind.  Crouching down he propelled himself forward, red cloak flowing in his wake.  Raising his Blade, he sliced through the neck of the first one, cleanly severing it’s head.  

A clawed hand swiped towards him but Keith was quick to move and dodged it.  Sweeping the Duat off its feet with a swing of his leg, the Duat toppled over and Keith wasted no time in driving his Blade through its heart.  

The third stood a few paces away from Keith, sizing him up, eyeing him like he was a piece of steak to be devoured.  This one wasn’t like the others, he was forming a plan of attack as opposed to blindly running after its prey like the others did.  THIS Duat must be older, the longer a Duat “lived” the more it began to regain the senses and intelligence.  No more blindly running and attacking prey out of insatiable hunger, no, this was calculated blood lust.

Keith needed to end this quickly.  Looking around he spotted a fire escape above...perfect.  Attacking from above was the best way, kept him away from sharp claws and even sharper teeth.  

He began to run towards the Duat, sheathing his Blade so he could use both hands.  The Duat seemed startled for a moment but then started to run head first towards Keith.  

Almost there….almost….now!

Keith flung himself up towards the fire escape grabbing the lowest hanging rung of a ladder, propelling himself up and over the Duat’s head.  Twisting in mid air and pulling out his Blade he began to swing down aiming to severe its head but before metal met flesh the Duat was suddenly gone.  

It was all so fast and Keith’s Blade met nothing but air and the loud sound of a body impacting something echoed throughout the alleyway.

“God damn it.”  Keith muttered as he landed on his feet.  The smell of wet dog wafted up his nose.

“McClain!”  Looking towards a dumpster,  Keith could see Lance holding the still beating heart of the Duat.  Lance turned and gave Keith a smirk, closing his fist around the heart and crushing it into dust.

“What the hell Lance?!  I told you to stop interfering with my hunts!”

“You’re on our turf Samurai, makes it fair game to me.”  Lance’s grin was so wide he looked maniacal in the low light of the alley.  His fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated.  They’ve been over this multiple times yet Lance uses the same excuse every time he interrupts Keith during a hunt.

Maybe if he says it slower, like he’s speaking to a five year old, he’ll get it.

“Lance, we’ve been over this.  You know the Blade doesn’t abide by territorial boundaries, it’s an agreement all the covens and clans took long ago.  Duat’s are the one single enemy of all and it’s our job to track them and kill them so they don’t harm anyone.  Blades can pass freely through any territory, so long as they are on a hunt.”

During his speech, Lance had taken to leaning against the dumpster and was picking at his teeth, staring down the alley spacing out.

“Lance!  Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Ya ya mullet I know the rules,” Lance waved his hands to brush Keith off.  Keith scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.  “Then why are you HERE, Lance?”

Lance actually looked a little bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck and was looking past Keith towards a spot on the wall, not meeting Keith’s eyes.

“I-I wanted to see you.” Lance said as he looked at Keith, his blue eyes actually looking shy and Keith’s breath caught in his throat.

“Me?  You wanted to see me?  But--why?”

“Well, you haven’t given me a way to contact you and I wanted to ask you something..”  Lance was back to staring at the ground, gnawing on his lower lip with one fang.  His tail was bushy and stiff.

Keith was confused, very confused.  What did Lance want?  He was always annoying Keith with his interruptions and funny nicknames.  But now, with this new shy Lance in front of him, Keith couldn’t tell up from down and needed some answers.

“Ooook, shoot.  What do you want to ask me?”

It took a minute for Lance to respond and when he did, his question came out so jumbled and fast that Keith couldn’t make out a thing he said.  

“Come again?”  Keith’s eyebrows furrowed and he eyed Lance.  Just now noticing the bright cherry red blush on his cheeks.  It was hard to notice at first with his dark complexion and low light.

Lance ran his hand down his face and sighed.  Standing tall and looking Keith straight in the eyes he said,” Keith, if-if you’re not busy...would you like to come with me to the Hallow Ball on Halloween?”  Lance deflated letting out the breathe he’d been holding and slouched back to his relaxed pose.

Keith stood there wide eyed and brain pleasantly buzzing from the shock of Lance’s question.  Keith had heard of the Hallow Ball,  a huge party the werewolf clans hosted every year on Halloween.  He’d never thought he’d get the opportunity to go, especially not with Lance.  He had no idea Lance had felt this way about him.  

Keith couldn’t say he was unhappy about it though, Keith has always thought Lance was handsome but he never expected anything to happen between them.  Hell, he wasn’t even aware that Lance liked dudes, but here he is, asking Keith out on a date.  

O man a date…

With Lance..

At a Halloween ball…

Keith’s lips lifted into a smile and he let out a little giggle.  He stifled it as soon as he heard it though and realized Lance was still waiting for an answer.  He looked up and Lance was staring at him with this look of giddy excitement in his eyes.  “Did you just?  Did you just giggle?”

Keith clamped his hand over his mouth, “What?  No I didn’t.”  It came out muffled because of his hand and Lance started to laugh.  “Yes you did!  Geez that was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen!  You’re killing me here Kogane!”  Lance laid his hands over his heart like the sound of a giggle had physically hurt him.

“O shut it McClain!”  Keith shoved him on the chest and Lance caught his hands before he could pull away.

“So..was that a yes?”  That bashful smile was back and Keith felt his brain melt a little more.  He really, really wanted to say yes but he also really, really wanted to make Lance work for it a little more.

Keith smirked, “I’ll tell you what.”  Their hands were still clasped between them and Keith leaned in towards Lance’s face.  His breath ghosting across Lance’s lips.

“If you can stop following me and stop interfering with my hunts for a week...then I’ll go with you to the ball.”  Keith kissed Lance on the cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin for a second before pulling back.  “What do you say?”  Keith’s eyebrow raised in question, “Think you can handle that?”

“Deal!!”  Lance shouted so loud that a few crows on a power line overhead startled and flew away.  “But!”  Lance cleared his throat trying to calm down.  “But,” he said much quieter.  “I’ll need your phone number, I mean how else will I get a hold of you if I can’t interfere with your hunts?”

Keith huffed, one side of his mouth twitching up into a smile.  Of course Lance would find a loop hole.  Keith held out his hand towards Lance and made a grabby motion for his phone.  Lance scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Keith.

Keith entered his number and handed the phone back to Lance.  He pressed close to Lance and ran his hands up to his ears.  All fluffy and a rich chocolate color like the color of his hair.  Keith stroked behind one and Lance immediately melted at the touch and looked into Keith’s eyes.

“Let’s see if you can last a week McClain.”  Keith whispered and pulled his hood up and vanished from sight.

Lance stood their feeling breathless, “You’re on Samurai.”

***

Keith groaned into his pillow at the sound of his phone buzzing on his nightstand.  He slapped around for it and opened up the message displayed on the screen.

3:32 AM

Wolfsbane McClain:  Wakey wakey Mullet Man!  It’s time for your answer! ;)

Wolfsbane McClain:  I’ve been so good!  I didn’t interfere with a hunt at all this week!

Wolfsbane McClain:  In fact I actually haven’t been outside at all this week.  Played video games alllllllll day, every day!

Ya, Keith knows that’s true because Lance had a habit of texting him every hour, on the hour, including a few times when he was sleeping to tell Keith exactly what he was doing.  Lance had kept straight on their bargain but boy o boy did he find a loophole.  Since he couldn’t be with Keith physically, he made his presence known through text..constantly.  Keith got use to his ramblings but he still enjoyed his sleep and 3:30 AM is way too fucking early to be texting.

Red Hood Keef:  Lance…..it’s 3:30 in the fucking morning..

Red Hood Keef:  go back to sleep

Wolfsbane McClain:  but..but..I can’t sleep till you give me an answer

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Uuuuggghh this boy is going to be the death of him.  But Keith couldn’t help his smile forming..

Red Hood Keef:  I hope you realize that I can’t dance..and I’ll probably step on your feet.

Wolfsbane McClain:  Don’t worry babe!  I’ll teach you how to dance!

Wolfsbane McClain:  OMG!!  I’m so excited!!

Wolfsbane McClain:  We’re going to have so much fun!

“Babe!”  Keith sputtered as the texts kept coming.  He groaned and buried his head into the pillow as his heart stuttered and he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.  Lance really will be the death of him.