#liescontinued

[mychemicalficrecs]

do you have any frerard fics where one of them has never had an orgasm before? if not do u have any virgin/first time fics? thanks xx

There’s only one First Orgasm fic I know of (the first one on this list), so the rest ist First Time stuff :)

First Time Frank/Gerard

The Devil's Got Your Number by frnkxo, 4k, Explicit. Frank was the leader of his church's youth group, so naturally, he wouldn't be the first and only teenager to sin and have a crisis of faith. He's a good boy. He loves his faith and his God. He cannot be swayed by the Devil. But of course, Gerard has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Sic Transit Gloria by liescontinue, 3k, Explicit. “I’m a virgin,” he says embarrassedly, the bridge of his nose burning scarlet even in the dark. Frank’s eyes widen for a moment before his lip twitches into a lopsided smirk. “Ah good one Gee, very funny."

Summertime by orphan_account, 8k, Mature. Gerard and Frank have spent every summer in their teenage life down by the beach, but as their summer draws to a close and they go to separate colleges, will they ever meet again?

Rain or shine by Palehowell (orphan_account), 7k, Explicit. Frank hasn't seen his boyfriend in a month. He plans the whole day out but it doesn't go quite like that. There are lots of obstacles him and Gerard go through but rain or shine, Frank was going to make this a good day.

A Promise We Made One Year Ago by chemicalcandy, 6k, Explicit. They both had exactly 365 days to get laid – or they would take each other’s virginity. Because being a grown up virgin sucked ass, and the first time should be something special, and what could be more special than fucking the guy you’ve been bonding over Star Wars, Black Flag and Doom Patrol for half of the last decade with?

Pizzas and First Times by prettyinwentz, 3k, Explicit. "We'll have fun later," Gerard says, smiling and shaking his head fondly at his boyfriend, he tangles his hand into Frank's hair, giving it a short tug, "I promise."

Tease by LeatherlipsIero, 2k, Mature. Gerard has dressed up in a cheerleading outfit the past few days in hope that the Schools quarterback, Frank Iero, will notice him and give in to his teasing.

The Priest's Son And The Virgin by Spnislife666, 3k, Explicit. Frank Iero, the Priest's son returns to Belleville one summer and Gerard is instantly captivated.

Frank Iero: Awkward Virgin With A Master Plan by Spnislife666, 3k, Explicit. Meet Frank Iero, the 21 year old awkward virgin who is desperate to change. Enter Gerard Way, red haired stranger with a crush on Frank. But honestly, Gerard is just as nervous as Frank for their first time.

The One Where They Take Each Other's Virginities; Beware Of Hickeys by fvckmefrankie, 5k, Explicit. “We’re gonna watch porn,” Gerard said, and Frank’s eyes widened, "No fucking way."

Sweatshirt Serenade by nsfwfrerardx, 15k, Explicit. Frank has a crush on his best friend's older brother. Said brother takes his virginity.

never done this before by batterycityradiotower, 2k, Explicit. Gerard is a horny motherfucker that wants Frank to bone him, but Frank is a super inexperienced virgin and Gerard has to walk him through how to do it

Innocence by Andromedas_Void, 5k, Explicit. Frank, an honest-to-God Christian, is out for his 21st birthday when he meets Gerard at the bar his friends took him to and Gerard wants to take him to his house.

Black Box by Andromedas_Void, 2k, Explicit. Frank really, really wants to get in Gerard’s pants, but mostly he really, really wants to lose his virginity.

That New Feeling by orphan_account, 8k, Explicit. Frank is sick of being a virgin, sick of feeling ugly and unwanted and sick of going home disappointed from every party he's attended in the last three years. He's sick of wondering if there's something wrong with him, so he decides to ask someone about it.

Shiny & New by cholera, 6k, Mature. Gerard never pictured losing his virginity quite like this. AU.

Kerplunk! by ladyfoxxx, 4k, Explicit. Frank loses his virginity to Green Day's Kerplunk! album.

Makeshift Umbrellas And A Fuck Ton Of Masturbation by SeraphStarshine, 4k, Explicit. Gerard's new hobby is a bit unconventional.

The Ones That Hover and Watch by ermengarde, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. They are finally getting somewhere, the years of flirting and hugging and kissing on stage and licking Gee's face and ignoring all the scummy fucks that Gerard hooked up with before he got clean are finally paying off, and Frank can hardly contain himself.

Friends with Benefits by Andromedas_Void, 3k, Explicit. Frank is a curious virgin and he asks his best friend Gerard about his masturbation technique.

Show Me All The Things That I Shouldn't Know by orphan_account, 5k, Explicit. "Frank was extremely sheltered growing up. It wasn’t a surprise, growing up in a Catholic household and being sent to Catholic school; he wasn’t allowed to watch horror movies, his mother disapproved of the video games that he and Mikey spent most of their time playing. His upbringing had left him pretty innocent, naive almost, he was 17 and he’d never even seen an R rated movie before he started hanging out with Mikey."

To My Legs And To My Tongue by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, 1k, Not Rated. Frank’s first time at a high school party... of course his crush is there!

[frankandgerardrecs]

The ‘Asshole!Frank’ AU series

By: liescontinue

Rated: NC-17

Length: 6k

Summary:

It’s not like it would mean anything if he ever did let the ‘L’ word accidently slip out, he doesn’t love Gerard, (he just loves his ass, and his mouth and maybe his stupidly long hair that Frank likes to grab and pull every time he takes Gerard from behind, or whenever Gerard has his mouth around his dick) but he’d just prefer it if it never did.

[frerardhub]

any good asshole!frank fics u recommend?

So long by OwlHooots - http://archiveofourown.org/works/860011?view_full_work=true

Filthy Lucre by stereo_junkie - http://mychemicalslash.livejournal.com/3866703.html (this fic also includes Gerard/Bert)

I Almost Told You That I Loved You (thank God I didn’t cause it would’ve been a lie. maybe.) by liescontinue - http://archiveofourown.org/works/218487 (you need to be logged into ao3 in order to read this)

Car!verse series by ohsoexpendable - http://archiveofourown.org/series/22007

[whatoddities]

(Shad) Dalamus had his nose to the ground, sniffing a familiar trail and growling at anyone he bumped into. At least, that was until he bumped into the person that he was looking for. He had growled up until he peered up at the Nord, then sat down, stopped his growling, and wagged his tail slowly behind him.

Shadrach smelled the dog first, but ignored it. Plenty of dogs wound their way around Whiterun, and none of them wanted anything to do with him.

Except this dog wasn't like the others.

When Shad felt the nudge against his leg, he looked down with furrowed brows and a slight frown. However, once the dog began wagging, the Nord raised a brow and looked around, searching for an owner.

Not seeing one, Shad glanced back down at the hound and patted its head.

[dalamusrex]

Smooch and snug (for anyone)

Tortulja (Snug and smooch)

The vampire leaned down slightly to place a kiss on his friend's cheek, and then he gently wrapped his arms around her. One hand went to her back while the other tenderly weaved through her hair, enjoying the sensation and hoping that she did, too.

He held her close, but not enough to be suffocating or uncomfortable. Just enough to show her how much she meant to him. Even after their argument, he was able to hold her this close, showing his immense amount of trust in her and how comfortable she made him feel.

Dag (Snug)

The only reason why Dalamus agreed to go through with this ridiculousness was the slight comfort that he gained from the fact that Dag would not enjoy this any more than he would. He grumbled under his breath before merely sighing and approaching the boy. This was to show Tortulja that he meant what he said about wanting to make things right. How making them both extremely uncomfortable and awkward was supposed to help, he did not know.

He wrapped his arms around the boy stiffly, noticing Dag's extreme reluctance that rivaled his own. After probably three quick seconds, Dalamus decided that the hug was over and pulled away, clearing his throat and preparing to leave without saying a word.

Shadrach (Smooch)

Being that it was so few times that he had gotten to see Shadrach over the months, Dalamus was always glad to see him--if a bit cautious. Not that he would let his friend know that. But it was better to be safe than sorry.

He approached his friend with the intention of giving him a hug, but the werebear seemed a bit tense, so he decided against it for now. Instead, he stood on his toes--Shadrach being the only person he would do such for--to place a kiss on his cheek. "Deep breaths, Shadrach. Do not work yourself up into a knot that you cannot undo."

[boarchasers]

Haaki almost screws the note up and throws it away without looking at it. If Tortulja wants to send messages to her brother then she can pay her coin to a courier like everybody else.

It's the reminder of his priestly kindness which changes his mind. Definitely not because, as he shakes the note out, he happens to catch a glimpse of what's written on it. Not at all. No. It is solely and entirely out of the goodness of his heart that he makes a detour into the city, resisting the urge to bring his dagger for protection.

[nextsummersseeds]

"A smile looks pretty on ya... wear it more often."

Loralia looked up from her journal, the smile still on her face and a light blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Oh, th-thank you kindly," she said shyly. "I didn’t know anyone really paid attention to me!"

[notalwaysthiscuddly]

Ill Met By Moonlight [Complete]

((Entirely of the Ill Met By Moonlight plot, compiled into one post for easy reading))

[i]

Despite it being nightfall, the area was well lit. The moon hung high in the sky, cloaking the world in bright, silvery light. The Beast was pleased. The light helped it to see, and it would not have to rely on just it’s sense of smell and hearing for this Hunt.

It smelled elk nearby, and made its way through the forest, not bounding through but not being slow and cautious. After all, it was a beast of the Hunt, not prey. Moments passed as it hunted its prey, the beast focused on the tracking and movements of the elk. Finally, it was rewarded. The elk faltered in its path, and the beast pounced, taking the elk down and wrenching the life from it with a well-placed clamp of its jaws.

The beast fed.

Stomach sated for the time being, the beast stood and stretched, letting out a low grumble as it did. The night darkened as the moon was covered by a dark cloud. It was then a new scent caught its attention.

A familiar scent.

With a growl, it spun towards the scent, and began sprinting towards it. It barreled closer and closer, tearing through the trees as a black and grey peppered streak. Bright blue eyes widened at the sight it came across.

There, in a clearing, devouring its Hunt, was another beast. Dark, honey-hued fur, olive-colored eyes. The fellow beast stood upon its hind legs.

It was another bear.

The beasts stared at one another. The larger, darker bear began to circle the smaller, golden bear. Neither beast broke eye contact. The cloud parted, washing the beasts in bright moonlight.

They roared at one another.

Then they charged.

[ii]

The collision was explosive.

Roars filled the night as the beasts grappled, neither wanting to be overpowered by the other. Claws dug into flesh, teeth tore at skin, until the furred forms shoved at one another, pushing the other from itself.

Blood dripped from various scratches, gouges, bites and shredded skin. The two had rolled throughout the forest, now their fur was matted with blood, mud, and flecks of foamy saliva.

Neither moved towards the other, each Beast well aware of the stinging, burning wounds they bore. Neither moved, but neither broke eye contact either, each pair of eyes wild with fiery anger.

Their breathing was heavy, both clearly tired from the brawl, but the larger made a mistake. It adjusted its footing, leaving a gap for the smaller, golden Beast to make a move. Once again, they were squirming and tearing at each other’s flesh, roaring and snarling in pain and anger.

The larger successfully headbutted the smaller, sending it reeling backwards. Then the larger pounced, tackling the golden Beast, and the two slipped and tumbled and slid down the side of a hill.

Exhausted, injured, and dizzy from the loss of blood, the two Beasts could do nothing but stare at one another from across the valley floor. Glaring, they lay in the thick leaves and muck, breath labored.

The moon disappeared once again from the sky, as day began to break. The two Beasts roared and groaned as their bodies shifted back into that of a human form. Early morning sun shone through the trees, leaving the two Nords to slip into unconsciousness as their exhausted bodies attempted to mend.

[iii]

Sunlight. Talking. Moving.That’s what woke Arlow from his slumber. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, only to be pushed back down again by small, gentle hands.

"Wha—"

"Lay still, sir," a young voice said, and his heart sunk at the sight of a wide-eyed child. The boy had to be no more than eleven years old and looked terrified. What had he done the night before? He did as the boy asked, but couldn’t help but look around.

Arlow was in the back of a carriage, the wooden form rickety, but capable of carrying what seemed to be at least half a dozen people. Two children were in the carriage with him. A small boy, who was seated next to him, and girl, seated with her legs hanging off the back of the carriage. A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, was seated directly next to him, and someone was behind her, but Arlow couldn’t see. Someone else was at the reigns, and Arlow craned his head to see, but only saw the back of a dirty hat.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, and his screaming muscles and joints told him it was likely his fault. He felt his heart pound against his chest. Had he killed someone? Had he harmed someone of this family?

The woman next to him moved, crawling towards the front of the carriage as someone yelled for the carriage to halt. Arlow’s gaze followed her as she moved, settled on her as he awaited her answer.

"We have wounded men!" she cried, and motioned towards the back of the carriage. It was then Arlow turned to see the other man, and he felt his blood run cold.

Laying across from him was a bloodied, thickly muscled Nord. Hair a dark, golden blonde; eyes a dark, olive green. He was glaring at Arlow. The man’s scent suddenly registered, and Arlow knew.

He was in the carriage with the other werebear.

[iv]

The conversation between the woman and the guards seemed far away. All sounds and sights seemed to dim slowly as Arlow recognized the man as a Beast. The man’s eyes never left Arlow’s, and Arlow had no choice but to glare back.

The two continued to glare at one another throughout their movement. The guards brought out two wheelbarrows and - against the insistence of both men that they were fine - loaded them up and pushed them into Whiterun.

The entire journey to the Temple had both men glaring at one another, even going so far as to lean and crane their necks to keep their eyes on one another.

Arlow noticed, with some guilty satisfaction, that the other Nord seemed worse off than he. Neither were sporting particularly fatal wounds, but the injuries ran deep in places and they had lost a significant amount of blood. Their beastblood would accelerate their healing, but might also raise questions.

The two were set up in bunks next to one another in the Temple, and subjected to questioning by the priests as the guards stood by, watching.

"What in the name of Talos happened?"

"Bear attack," the blonde Nord said, eyes never leaving Arlow’s face.

"Aye, we were caught by surprise," Arlow agreed, but looked from the Nord to the priest tending to him. "Lucky either of us made it out."

"The woman said her brother found you both, by a small river in a valley," a guard brought up, his tone and expression difficult to read with a metal helmet in the way. "What were you two doing so far in the woods last night?"

"Camping," Arlow replied, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the other Nord nodded.

"Plannin’ on huntin’ this mornin’," the Nord added, before he shrugged, wincing at the movement. The guard nodded in response, and started to turn, as if about to leave.

"Your names, citizens," he suddenly asked, and faced the two men. "And any family members you might wish to alert."

"Shadrach," the blonde Nord replied, and shook his head. "Just tell the Companions I’ll be late. Ask for Fenris ‘n Tindra."

"Arlow Bear-Maw. I’ve… no family here to inform," Arlow replied, studying the one named Shadrach carefully. The guard nodded again and turned from the pair, leaving the priests to their work.

[v]

The priests had left the two men alone, allowing them time to rest. The two men were still, silent, resting. Until the priests were clear out of earshot. Shadrach was the first to speak, he turned on his side, glaring at Arlow.

"What the fuck is y’problem?” he hissed, his tone full of rage. Arlow was genuinely taken aback by the question, but felt his anger flare at the presence of the other’s.

"Could ask you the same thing," he replied, turning so he could face the man but also keep an eye out in case anyone came near. "Did you think we’d never find one another again? Did you think I wasn’t looking for you? After what you did?”

The look of confusion on Shadrach’s  face was not what Arlow was expecting. But his anger was too far gone. Before the Nord could even respond, Arlow was speaking again.

"I lost my friends. My life. You infected me with this disease, this curse, and I’ve been waiting for five years to find you. Hoping, praying, you’d return to Whiterun so I could finish what you started.”

"I didn’t give y’shit,” Shadrach snapped, the confusion not quite absent from his face, but overwhelmed by the anger he expressed. “Real sorry y’life got shit on, but I ain’t ever met y’sorry ass a’fore last night. All I know is y’smell like Heinrich, ‘n I’d be real fuckin' thrilled if y'd stay the fuck away from m’from now on.”

It was Arlow’s turn to be confused. They hadn’t met? But he had the same scent as the Beast that turned — No. Not the same scent. Being so close to the Nord made it clear to Arlow. Their scent was similar, but not the same. In fact, Shadrach’s scent was similar to the one Arlow had. Which raised a new question.

"…who’s Heinrich?"

"The bastard that turned m’into this," Shadrach snapped, leaning back into the cot with a pained wince. "Y’smell like ‘im."

“You smell like the beast that turned me.”

There was silence between them, but Shadrach did turn his head to meet Arlow’s gaze. For a moment, Shadrach only stared, his dark green eyes studying Arlow’s expression.

"When did y’get turned?"

"Five years ago. A beast - a bear, like… us - was attacking a farmer’s cattle. I was a guard then. Went with two other guards to investigate. I was the only one that made it back," Arlow explained, shame clear on his face. Had he mistaken this man, this fellow werekin, as the one who turned him? He looked back to the Nord. "Yourself?"

"Think it…might be… almost a year now. Was out with m’sister, in the Rift. Big creature came tearing through the woods, pounced on her. I got its attention, made her leave…" Shadrach trailed off, his eyes slowly dropping until the were focused on the wall in front of his feet. "Bastard knocked m’out ‘n dragged m’to some cave’a his. Then he… fed m’meat ‘n his blood. Said we was gonna be brothers." A short, dry laugh escaped the man, and he shook his head.

"M’sister ‘n her friend saved m’the day a’fore I turned. They let m’outta the cage ‘n I stayed behind. Made sure Heinrich wouldn’t come find m’or m’sister. Made sure Heinrich wouldn’t make a family with anyone else."

Arlow was quiet, his eyes studying the wall in front of him. It sounded like something a feral beast might have done in desperation. Shadrach didn’t speak again, and so much time had passed the other Nord thought Arlow had fallen asleep.

"He’s dead, then?" Arlow spoke so suddenly it caused Shadrach to jump. The Nord looked over at the older man, confused.

"Who? Heinrich?"

"Aye, Heinrich," Arlow confirmed, nodding. "The beast that turned you."

"Aye, he’s dead."

"Good."

The silence hung in the air for some time again, as both men settled into their cots, allowing their aching bodies to rest. The sunlight dimmed in the Temple as it began to dip below the horizon.

"I’m sorry, Shadrach." The blonde Nord opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at the other Nord, uncertain.

"…s’alright."

"No. I… I let the thought of revenge take over me. Let it control my behavior. Had I waited at all, had I allowed myself time to think… I might have noticed you weren’t the beast I was after."

The other Nord was quiet, mulling over Arlow’s apology. Eventually, he reached out and patted the older Nord’s shoulder.

"Prolly would’a done the same in y’position," Shadrach assured, and offered the man a weak, but genuine smile. "Apology accepted, ‘n all that. So long’s y’don’t come after m’again."

"No, you don’t have to worry about that. If… Heinrich is the one who turned me and he’s… he’s really dead…" Arlow trailed off, uncertainty crossing his features. If the beast was dead, then what? Arlow was still cursed. Still unable to go back to his old life.

But, he had to admit to himself, this life he had built after the ruin wasn’t so bad. Sure, he was cursed, but he had learned to live with the beast. He was no longer a guard, but he was free to do as he pleased. Small jobs, working with his hands, there was honor in that.

"I suppose I’ll just keep going," Arlow finally concluded, and smiled at Shadrach. For once, he felt calm, not on edge. He allowed himself to lay back and relax, and he heard the other Nord do the same.

Perhaps instead of an old enemy, he had found a new friend.

[tortulja]

Have you heard from your brother at all? Any letters or anything? Are you worried about him? Do you think he'll overcome his beast and learn to actually control it?

"Not really, no..." she admitted, frowning. Her teeth caught her lower lip and she nibbled for a moment, worried. "Sometimes a bit of coin comes. Along with a short letter. Always the same. 'For ya n Dag. Stay safe. Love you.' Never anything about himself." Tortulja fell silent, eyes searching the ground as if it held the answer.

"I'm worry, aye," she said finally, looking up. "I think he'll learn to control it. Because he feels he has too. Because... he wants us safe. He wants... to trust himself. Because he wants to control it. So he will."

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

"What's that s'posed to mean?"

“When one says that they would rather drink pond water instead of mead, they usually mean just that.” Sour look still on her face, Brielle turned to the Nord and jerked a thumb at the untouched bottle. “Help yourself, because I am not drinking that. Mead is disgusting.”

[frankandgerardrecs]

The ‘High School’ AU series

By: liescontinue

Rated: NC-17

Length: 20k

Summary: 

Frank had been dreading this day, the day of Gerard’s senior prom, because he just knew he would get that bubbling feeling under his skin when he saw the hoards of girls and guys queuing to ask him.

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[whisperofashadow]

Aren't you worried about Dalamus cheating on you with Shadrach now that you've made the choice open for him? Dal DOES have a history. You just gave him permission to sleep with someone else. Maybe you should leash him before he does something stupid.

"Worried?" she scoffed and crossed her arms, "hardly," the womer added and shook her head. "If he truly is stupid enough to do the same mistake not only once, but twice, he will get a one-way ticket out of my life for good. 

Besides, I didn’t give him permission to sleep with anyone. I simply wanted to get double-teamed by two primal and sex-driven males.”

[whatoddities]

Shad, what's your advice for dealing with Dag?

"Patience, mostly," he replied, his brows furrowed. "...he's younger 'n m'which is good - means he can learn faster than I did. Dag just... needs some time. Some nudges in the right direction. He ain't a bad kid, he just... wasn't raised by city folk."

[dalamusrex]

Dalamus,

How ar yu an Ela Ehlla Lara Llar yur famly? Has Dag an Tort ben alrite? Im doin gud. Just ben busy with jobs an thins. Come visit some time maybe? Shad

Seeing the letter from his friend put a slight smile on the vampire's face. He could tell that Shadrach had been practicing his handwriting. There was still some improvement to be had, of course, but Dalamus found the misspelled words to be somewhat endearing in this situation. He settled at the table to write a letter back.

Shadrach,

It is nice to receive a letter from you, my friend. My family and myself are doing well, I suppose. It is a bit complicated, but everyone is in good health. I am glad to know that you have been doing well. Trust me, keeping yourself active is good. It prevents those nasty thoughts from buzzing around, yes?

I would be more than glad to visit you, and I will make my way to Whiterun as soon as I am able.

See you soon, Dal

[boarchasers]

(Φ w Φ) [Shad]

That’s… a lot of muscle. A lot of muscle. Considerably more muscle than Haaki has.

Shiny, too.

All robes should come with hoods. Without one, the best Haaki can do to try and avoid Shad’s eyes is reach up a hand to scratch his cheek, covering half his face with it, and hurry away as silently as he knows how.

[honortoprove]

With Leaving Comes Control

There was a new table in the kitchen now. The old one was nothing more than firewood. Scraps. The wall had been fixed, as well as the floor. Gouges patched as best as guilty hands could muster. Broken bottles had been cleaned up, shelves replaced, a new door on brand new hinges.

Horst was still being repaired. Tortulja had gone to a nearby ruin, Dag tagging along with his aunt for support. Neither of them wanted to be left alone with Shadrach.

Not after he had transformed in the house two nights prior.

-- -- --

There was no buildup that Tort and Dag could see. No pressure set to explode. Sure, he had been agitated that morning, but that was nothing new since Shad had gotten the beastblood.

He had gone out for a swim, to clear his head, relax. Tort called him inside like she always did for dinner, and they sat around the table for their meal. The animals were downstairs, in their respective owner's rooms so they wouldn't beg for scraps. The trio ate, and talked a little, Dag as animated as ever, while his father and aunt listened on with small smiles on their faces.

Then there were claws digging into the tabletop, and the Bear could smell nothing but fear. Panic began, with Dag and Tort jumping up and away from Shad. As the former bandit began to shift, his bones popping and snapping, Horst ran up the stairs, his sword drawn. The table shattered beneath the beast's massive paws. A chair flung away from it and smashed into shelves, toppling them to the ground, bottles busted as they hit the floor.

Claws dug into the wooden floor, and the beast roared. Horst swung and caught the creature's shoulder, and with an enraged snarl, the beast's jaws sunk into the Draugr's neck, whipping the thrall back and forth like a rag doll. Horst hit another set of shelves, and slid to the floor, arm nearly detached, neck and chest torn open.

Despite the anger-induced fit, the Bear seemed pulled by something else, and rather than turn on the living, breathing, kin of the one it shared it's body with, it smashed through the back door, escaping into the night.

-- -- --

Dag and Tortulja spent the night in Cyril's cramped hideout, the animals curled up on the floor, Cyril trying desperately to understand just why his old partner had come to him in the night.

"He doesn't know where this is," she pleaded, gripping his shoulders tightly. "He won't come here. Please, just let us stay. Please, Cyril." The sobbing, shaking woman, accompanied by a small band of pets and an equally pale, shaken young man was not the partner Cyril knew. Without hesitation, he allowed them inside.

When Cyril awoke, he found the two still awake, and still shaking. He made them all breakfast, and accompanied them to Tortulja's home. Whomever Tort was expecting to be there, wasn't.

-- -- --

A night later, Shadrach returned to find the house empty, but devoid of blood. His stomach was wrenched with guilt and worry, and he stayed up all night, to be greeted the next morning by his son, sister, their pets, and a man he didn't know.

After Tortulja insisted she would be okay, that if she needed him, she would find him, Cyril left.

Apologies were made.

Hugs were attempted.

Flinches occurred.

The smell of fear lingered and mingled with fresh fear from two of the people Shadrach cared about most in his life.

It was then he decided to leave. To take time away from those he cared for.

He would either learn to control his Beast. Or lose himself in it. And he had no intentions of losing himself.