Outcasts

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Title: Outcasts
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham, Olivia Maheu
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8500
Notes: Werewolf/vampire AU. I started this mostly because I needed to check "scent kink" off a list I'm working on, but then it got... out of hand. Like the boys usually do. Anyways, I had a LOT of fun writing this one.



It was the first lesson Tyler Jordan had learned after being turned. Don't mess with werewolves. Don't talk to them, don't go near them, don't start fights with them, don't mess with werewolves. And, honestly, he had no intention of breaking the rule at first, too busy learning the quirks of life-after-death, negotiating his own compromise between an existence which required blood to continue and his compassionate nature which had managed to survive his transformation. He learned to take in moderation, to entrance and feed without causing pain, to listen to the pulse and let go before it became labored, to leave his victims lightheaded and alive with a bruise on the neck and a hazy memory of a charming young man's kiss. And for a few years, that was enough, moving through the world making only momentary impressions on most people, associating with other vampires who chose not to kill, making the most of the night life and trying not to miss the sunlight too much.

It was the sixth year of his afterlife, the thirtieth year of his existence, when Tyler Jordan unintentionally broke the rule. He'd sipped from a couple of very drunk people over the course of the evening and he was feeling a little buzzed, looking around the bar for maybe one last taste before he called it quits for the night, when his senses were flooded with a mouthwateringly wild musk as a shorter man walked past him to the bar. He'd never been so instantly hungry for someone as he was for this dark-haired stranger, and the hunger wasn't just for blood, either. He followed the man to the bar to get a better look at him, curious about how primal the attraction had been from just a glimpse and a breath.

Long dark hair framed an angular face, a Roman nose and thick brows and a downturned mouth, just enough scruff to not be able to tell if it was inattention or a deliberate style choice. He looked back at Tyler Jordan after only a moment of observation, and Tyler Jordan was struck by how very green his eyes were more than by how he'd known he was being watched. Tyler Jordan's smile wasn't returned in kind; the man arched a brow and frowned a little more, studying Tyler Jordan for a moment before the bartender distracted him. He caught Tyler Jordan still looking after he was done ordering his drink, and his eyes narrowed.

"What's your problem?" he asked, and Tyler Jordan shook his head.

"I don't have a problem. You're just very attractive." The man rolled his eyes and scoffed, and Tyler Jordan tilted his head slightly. "You must hear that a lot."

"You must have low standards."

"I don't." Tyler Jordan came a little closer and that delicious wild scent got stronger, and it took an act of willpower not to go right for the man's neck and breathe him in. "I'm Tyler Jordan, what's your name?"

"Quentin." He looked Tyler Jordan up and down and shook his head slightly. "You're barking up the wrong tree, man."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Tyler Jordan couldn't make himself turn away, though.

"I'm not offended." Quentin looked away to take his drink, then looked back at Tyler Jordan, one brow arched. "Are you just going to stare at me all night?"

"Maybe. I can do it from a distance if you prefer."

"Well, at least you're honest. It won't get you anywhere, but I hear it's a good character trait to have."

"You say that like you don't have it."

"Perceptive."

"I'll go away if you want me to."

"I honestly don't know if I want you to," Quentin said. "If you walk away, I know no one else is going to walk up to me tonight. I mean, as long as you're not wasting your time trying to pull me."

"You think talking to you is a waste of time?"

"It is if you're trying to get laid. I'm not into guys." Tyler Jordan arched a brow and Quentin shook his head again. "Don't try to tell me that's not why you came up to me. I know when I'm someone's target."

"I wasn't trying to take you home with me," Tyler Jordan said, not lying. He'd been thinking of taking him somewhere much closer. "Do you get targeted much?"

"Not in such a positive way," Quentin said. "I'm--" His lips twisted wryly. "I'm the runt of the litter, let's put it that way."

"Really. You know, I always ended up adopting the runts when I went to choose pets. They're usually the ones with the biggest personalities."

"Smooth," Quentin laughed. "Let me guess, you're a cat person."

"Cats like me better than dogs do, but I like all of them," Tyler Jordan said. "I appreciate animals, they're very blatant about what they want."

"Sometimes." Quentin gave Tyler Jordan a speculative look. "How many cats do you own?"

"Just one right now."

"Ginger?"

"What are you, psychic?" Quentin smirked and plucked at the arm of Tyler Jordan's jacket, holding up a strand of orange fur. "Oh. Just perceptive."

"Could have been a calico," Quentin said. "What's its name?"

"Ed Sheeran." Quentin snorted, and Tyler Jordan grinned. "He's very vocal."

"Christ. All right. So you like pop music?"

"Nope. Can't stand it. But I do like Ed Sheeran. I appreciate artists who write their own music."

"I can agree with that. Who's your favorite musician?"

"I can't answer that question. I have very strong feelings about music. Who's yours?"

"Miley Cyrus," Quentin said, and burst into laughter at the look of dismay that crossed Tyler Jordan's face. "Oh my god, no she isn't, but that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for."

"Don't toy with me," Tyler Jordan said, and he leaned a little closer just to watch Quentin's reaction. He wasn't expecting those green eyes to dilate, or to catch a hitch in his breath. Oh, Quentin had outright told Tyler Jordan that he wasn't honest, and it looked like he'd lied about not being interested. And he smelled absolutely delectable. Tyler Jordan wanted to take him somewhere quiet and see if he tasted as good as he smelled. "Tell me the truth, then."

"Green Day... my favorite band is Green Day. Has been since I was like twelve years old."

"Good choice. They've evolved a lot."

"Yeah. I appreciate that about them. They've managed to stay current for so long. I can't wait to see what they do next." Quentin sipped his drink and looked Tyler Jordan over again. "You have to have a favorite, if your feelings about music are that strong. Come on, who is it?"

"I love a lot of musicians."

"Yeah, but who's your go-to? What album do you pull out when you feel like you're losing track of yourself?" That was a very specific question. Tyler Jordan couldn't help but smile.

"The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars," he answered. "I always feel like myself again by the end of the album."

"Nice," Quentin said, nodding. "Bowie. Yeah. You know, that tells me something about you."

"Oh really? Do tell."

"You're not of this world." Tyler Jordan's brows arched, and Quentin's lips quirked up. "If you find yourself in an album about aliens and nonconformists and..." He paused, eyes on Tyler Jordan's. "...pretty boys."

"You might be on to something there," Tyler Jordan said, and he bit his lip on a smile. "Who doesn't want to be more than human, though?"

"That's entirely a matter of what else you're becoming," Quentin muttered, looking down into his drink. "I could stand to be a little more human, I think." That... sounded like the voice of experience. Tyler Jordan gave himself a small shake, a suspicion taking shape under the automatic interest he'd had in the shorter man.

"Why, are you a bit too wild?"

"You have no idea."

"I'd love to get one," Tyler Jordan purred, dragging his fingertips across the back of Quentin's hand, just a touch to hook the entrancement. Quentin looked up at him, eyes narrowed, and pulled his hand away.

No, he wasn't human. Because no human had ever resisted once Tyler Jordan set that hook. He never tried it on someone who wasn't already a little willing, but Tyler Jordan was sure that Quentin wasn't as unwilling as he claimed. But-- not entranceable. Not another vampire. Wild scent, almost... animal.

"Whatever you're thinking right now... don't," Quentin said, and he kicked the last of his drink back and set the glass on the bar. "I think it's time for me to go."

"Let me walk you out."

"I can't stop you from doing it." Quentin shrugged, turning away and heading for the door. This time when Tyler Jordan watched him walk, he noticed how he walked-- one predator recognizing another-- and he paced Quentin to the door, trying to figure out what to say to catch the other man's interest in return.

"You were right," he said as they cleared the doorway of the bar. "I'm not of this world. But neither are you."

"You must think I'm stupid," Quentin said, not turning. "Or suicidal. I already told you I'm not coming home with you, go find someone else to prey on."

"You're not prey," Tyler Jordan said, "you're a hunter like me."

"I'm not like you," Quentin scoffed. "I'm not dead, for starters."

"No. You're magnificently alive. Will you just hang on a second--" Tyler Jordan put a hand on Quentin's shoulder and Quentin whirled to face him, grabbing Tyler Jordan's wrist and squeezing hard.

"What do you want? I'm not supposed to associate with vampires."

"And I'm not supposed to associate with werewolves. I've never even met one before. I assumed that when I did, we'd just automatically hate each other. But I don't hate you."

"You don't know me," Quentin said. "You don't know anything about me."

"Who told you to avoid vampires?"

"My mother. Who told you to avoid werewolves?"

"All the older vampires," Tyler Jordan said. "They never said why. They just said not to go near them. I wonder if this is why..." He closed the distance between them, tucked his nose behind Quentin's ear and breathed him in. Quentin didn't breathe, didn't move at all for a few seconds until he shoved Tyler Jordan away.

"What the fuck?"

"You smell amazing. Like the forest, like a wild animal, like something that should be chasing me through the woods." Quentin blinked at Tyler Jordan.

"Chasing you?"

"Oh, yes."

"The hell kind of vampire are you?"

"The kind that likes to be pursued once in a while," Tyler Jordan said with a grin. "It's lonely at the top of the food chain. I won't pretend I'm not aiming to get a taste of you, but all I want's a taste. I don't kill, and it would be worse than criminal to snuff out someone so deliciously full of life."

"A vampire who doesn't kill," Quentin said with a scoff. "Right. And I'm a werewolf who goes for walkies on a leash. You're fucking with me, right?"

"I've only killed once, right after I was turned," Tyler Jordan said. "And I hated it. I couldn't control myself. It was terrifying. I was a pacifist when I was alive."

"You're either lying or you're crazy."

"Oh, I'm definitely crazy. Most vampires think I'm a nut job. There's a few of us who prefer not to kill, though. And if I'm crossing the majority on something like that, I might as well give the finger to the rules about not talking to werewolves."

"What do you want from me?"

"Right now? You're like catnip, you smell so fucking good. I want to rub my face all over you. Ideally, I want to see if you taste as good as you smell."

"I told you, I'm not into guys."

"You're not even a little bit intrigued by the thought?"

"I don't think I should encourage you, honestly. The last thing I need is a sexuality crisis over some pretty boy vampire."

"That's the second time you've called me pretty tonight," Tyler Jordan pointed out, smiling. "Come on, Quentin. Give me an hour of your time. I promise I won't do anything you won't enjoy."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Tyler Jordan reached out again, slowly, to drag the backs of his fingers across Quentin's scruffy cheek, and Quentin sighed and acquiesced to the touch. "Not here," he said, and Tyler Jordan beamed at him.

"Anywhere you like."

"You have to be invited in?"

"Yeah, that's true."

"And if I revoke my invitation?"

"I'll leave when you tell me to leave, you don't have to force me out," Tyler Jordan said, mildly offended. "That's very rude."

"I am rude," Quentin said. "I'm an asshole. I'm brusque and rough-edged and casually cruel."

"Sounds promising."

"One hour."

"That's all I need," Tyler Jordan said. "I'll follow you?"

"Yeah." He wondered if Quentin would try to lose him, but the route they took was straightforward, to one of those parts of town where the nice blocks had been carved out of the ghetto, and where they stopped wasn't one of the nice blocks. Quentin stood in front of his door, watching Tyler Jordan walk over, and then he sighed and unlocked it. "Come in, Tyler," he said, and Tyler Jordan looked around as he stepped into the house, sparsely furnished and smelling warm and woodsy and a bit like weed.

"It’s Tyler Jordan. Nice place," he said, and Quentin tipped his head to lead Tyler Jordan down the hall to a room dominated by a decadent-looking queen sized bed. "Oh, very nice."

"Tyler Jordan? Okay… What are you going to do?" Quentin sounded nervous. Tyler Jordan kneaded his shoulders gently.

"Well. I was hoping to take off some of your clothes, and just smell your skin all over, because your scent drives me wild. And I'd really like to blow you, because I bet you taste amazing. After that... we could figure something out."

"One hour," Quentin reminded him, and Tyler Jordan curled his fingers under the hem of Quentin's t-shirt and eased it up, catching it under his arms before Quentin raised them to pull it the rest of the way off himself. Tyler Jordan turned him around and bent his head to Quentin's throat, one hand stroking across the hair covering his chest. "Don't--"

"I'm not going to bite," Tyler Jordan said, but he did kiss, a cool press of lips right where he wanted to sink his fangs into Quentin's warm skin. All he did was breathe, though, tip of his nose dragging down Quentin's neck and across his collar until he nuzzled against his furry chest and let out a happy sigh. "Why do you smell so good?"

"I've never had someone ask me that before," Quentin said, "so I don't know how to answer it. I'm not-- not the alpha type, people aren't usually--" Tyler Jordan kissed a nipple, and Quentin stalled out for a second. "Aren't usually drawn to me."

"You weren't kidding about being the runt of the litter," Tyler Jordan murmured, and Quentin shook his head. "I don't know anything about werewolf politics, how far down the ladder does that put you?"

"More or less at the bottom of it... I fought my way up, a bit, but I'm still not--" When Tyler Jordan stuck his nose into Quentin's armpit, he jumped ticklishly. "I'm the least important person in the pack, practically. What are you doing? I can't smell that good, I've been sweating all day."

"You smell like wilderness," Tyler Jordan said, pulling back to look at Quentin. "Like fur and woods and the chase. Musky, but in an animal way, not an unwashed guy way." Quentin arched a brow at him and Tyler Jordan smiled. "I told you, I appreciate animals."

"You don't huff your cat, do you?" Quentin joked. "I didn't notice your fangs before..."

"They weren't out before. I'm not going to bite you, but I want to, I bet your blood is exquisite." Tyler Jordan's hands worked open Quentin's belt and the fly of his pants. "I'll catch a taste of you any way you let me," he added.

"I don't think I want a blowjob from someone with fangs," Quentin said, taking a half step back. "That seems like a bad life choice to make."

“Calm down,” Tyler Jordan said, laughing. “I can promise you that I have never bitten a dick. Thighs, yes, thighs are great places to bite. But I’m definitely not sadistic enough to put my teeth in anyone’s cock.”

“How long have you been doing this, exactly?”

“With the fangs, or in general?”

“Uh… both?”

“Six years since I was turned. Well, also six years since I started giving blowjobs. It was kind of…” He waved one hand in the air, looking for a word. “I was kind of a virgin before that. But I know what I’m doing now.”

“You were a virgin before you became a vampire?”

“My fiancee wanted to save it for marriage. Life tip, do not tell a religious chick you’ve become a creature of the night, it does not go over well.” Tyler Jordan settled a hand on Quentin’s waist and pulled him a little closer. “I had very narrow horizons in life that got seriously broadened in undeath. I mean, it’s really hard to say in absolute terms whether I’m better off, but I think a lot of people would agree with me that eternal youth and a taste for hemoglobin is better than married and Mormon, so…”

“Mormon?”

“It’s a long story and you only gave me an hour,” Tyler Jordan said. “So if you don’t mind, I’ll skip the exposition. Can I kiss you?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess,” Quentin said, and Tyler Jordan cupped his scruffy cheek and leaned in for what turned out to be a surprisingly sweet kiss that ended with a gentle nip to Quentin’s lower lip. “You taste like a fresh kill,” he murmured, and Tyler Jordan grinned.

“I fed tonight.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I’m not here to feed on you. I mean, unless you tell me you want me to, in which case yes please. My interest in you is mostly extracurricular.”

“Mostly?”

“I’d be crazy not to bite you if you gave me permission. But as soon as I scented you my mind went straight to sex. And once I realized you’re a predator too…” Tyler Jordan slid his hand into Quentin’s pants to find him already stiff, and he smirked and curled fingers around him. “It’s too bad you’re not actively interested in men, but I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“Your hands are cold,” Quentin said. “And I don’t know exactly what you mean by that, but you’re talking a lot and you-- oh.” He trailed off when Tyler Jordan dropped to his knees, nuzzling his way from Quentin’s throat down to his bellybutton, dragging his pants down in the process. Quentin carded his fingers through Tyler Jordan’s hair, looking down at him with his lip caught between his teeth, and Tyler Jordan winked at him and leaned in for his first taste. At the first wet swipe of his tongue, Quentin made an embarrassingly loud sound and bit down on his own knuckle to stifle it.

“Been a while?” Tyler Jordan asked, not unkindly, and Quentin nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right.” He gave Quentin a firm nudge toward the bed until the werewolf sat down, then finished peeling away his pants and pushed his legs apart to settle between them. “Fuck, this has to be part of the reason they tell us to avoid each other. You smell positively intoxicating.”

“I think you might be defective if you’re going this crazy over me. I’m no one,” Quentin said. “I have no status at all. I’m barely a beta.”

“I don’t give a fuck about werewolf politics. I don’t give a fuck about vampire politics either. What does it matter if we’re both outcasts? It doesn’t make a difference right here and now. The only thing that’s important at this very second is you and me and how badly I want you.” Quentin blinked at Tyler Jordan, who reached up to caress his lips with a fingertip. “Seriously. Chill out and enjoy this. Cause that’s what I’m doing.” Quentin caught his fingertip in his teeth, and Tyler Jordan grinned. “Just let me know if you like what I’m doing. And feel free to pull my hair.” He leaned back in to lick at Quentin again, from base to tip, and then pulled him between his lips to suck.

“Oh god. Okay. Yeah.” Quentin settled a hand on Tyler Jordan’s head, petting his hair almost tentatively as Tyler Jordan took him in. Tyler Jordan made a happy sound and brought a hand up to play with Quentin’s balls, and Quentin gasped and spread his legs a little wider. “You’re already better at this than anyone who’s done it to me before.”

Tyler Jordan huffed a laugh and teased Quentin with his tongue, wondering how bad those previous blowjobs had been when he wasn’t even doing anything special yet. He was delighted to find that Quentin did taste as good as he smelled, something about him reminiscent of a bonfire on the beach, salt spray and woodsmoke and the moon hanging in the sky, heat that drew Tyler Jordan in. It didn’t hurt that Quentin was vocal in a way he didn’t seem aware of, tiny whimpers and gasps that let Tyler Jordan know exactly how much he was enjoying this. Quentin’s fingers went tight in Tyler Jordan’s hair when Tyler Jordan took him all the way.

“Shit! That’s-- oh, that’s good. Yeah.” He went back to petting, and when Tyler Jordan glanced up it was to find intense green eyes fixed on him and Quentin’s lips parted on a pleased sound. “So fucking hot. Wow. I didn’t expect--” Tyler Jordan pulled off slowly and licked his lips, smiling up at Quentin.

“Didn’t expect to like it from a guy?” Quentin nodded, and Tyler Jordan wrapped his hand around Quentin and stroked him firmly. “Guys know what to do with dicks a lot better than girls do. Life tip. I don’t suppose I could convince you to fuck me before my hour is up, huh?”

“You-- uh-- what?”

“Well, can you blame me for being curious what a werewolf is like in the sack? You have a nice dick, I’d like to feel it in me. Unless that’s just way too gay for you.”

“I’ve never--”

“If you don’t want to give it to me that’s fine, I just thought I’d ask.”

“I could,” Quentin said, and the flush in his cheeks wasn’t only arousal any more. “If you want me to. I could.”

“Stellar,” Tyler Jordan said, and he stood up to strip, watching Quentin’s eyes devour his skin as it came into view. “When’s the last time you got some?”

“It’s been a long time,” Quentin said wistfully, “and the last time wasn’t great, either.”

“Well, this will be great. And hopefully not very brief. Go ahead, you can touch me if you want to,” Tyler Jordan said, watching Quentin start to reach out and then hesitate. “I only bite if you want me to.” He kicked off his jeans and stepped back between Quentin’s legs, drawing Quentin’s hand up to his chest. “You’re so warm. I just want to wrap myself in you.” Quentin spread his hand against Tyler Jordan’s chest and shook his head.

“No heartbeat…”

“It only beats when I feed,” Tyler Jordan explained. “When my fangs are in someone, we share a pulse. And then I’m warm for a little while.”

“How do you get hard without a heartbeat?” Quentin asked, hand skimming down to brush against Tyler Jordan’s erection cautiously.

“No clue. It only happens if I’ve fed recently. Glad I can, though. Eternity would be pretty boring without sex.” Tyler Jordan ran his fingers through Quentin’s hair and gave it a gentle tug, tipping Quentin’s head back to look up at him. “You have lube, or something like that?”

“Yeah, of course.” Quentin turned and slid up the bed to rummage through the bedside drawer, and he found Tyler Jordan stretched out on the bed next to him when he turned back.

“Mm, comfy bed. Here, give me that-- unless you want to do it?” Quentin pushed the bottle at Tyler Jordan, who grinned at him unabashedly. “Thanks. So I’m dying to find out if werewolves like to do it doggy style…”

“That’s such a cliche,” Quentin said. “A true cliche, but a cliche.”

“Don’t even ask me how many vampire cliches are true. It’s a lot of them. I try not to be cliched, but it’s kind of unavoidable sometimes.” Tyler Jordan bit his lip as he reached down to prepare himself, and Quentin pressed a fingertip gently to one of his fangs to see how sharp they were. “Oh, sugar, don’t give me a taste if you’re not willing to let me sink them in. Don’t be a fang-tease. That’s even meaner than being a cock-tease.” Quentin pulled his hand back quickly, wide-eyed, and Tyler Jordan breathed a laugh. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

“Vampires aren’t the only things that bite,” Quentin pointed out. “But I’ve never bitten a person. Well, a person who wasn’t already a werewolf.”

“What happens if you bite someone while you’re not a wolf?”

“I don’t know. And it doesn’t always change a person if a wolf does it. Sometimes it kills them even if it isn’t a bite that should be fatal.” Quentin shrugged. “I was born this way, and I don’t think I could change anyone anyways. Like I said, I’m barely a beta.”

“What’s under beta?” Tyler Jordan asked, giving himself one more finger and then rolling onto his stomach.

“Omega… actual outcasts. The packless. They don’t usually live long unless they can find another pack. This isn’t sexy, it’s like my worst fear.”

“Well, forget about it for a few minutes,” Tyler Jordan said, deliberately not wondering if fucking a vampire would push Quentin over that threshold he was apparently backed against already. He reached over and gave Quentin a few firm strokes, and Quentin bit his lip.

“Don’t we need a condom?”

“Vampires don’t carry diseases. I’m clean every way except mentally. I have a filthy mind.”

“Pretty sure that’s why we’re here right now,” Quentin said, and he gave Tyler Jordan a long up-and-down look before he shrugged and moved down the bed. “Oh, you have an exceptionally nice ass. You really want me to--?” Tyler Jordan got his knees under him and pushed his ass up, and Quentin grabbed it with both hands. “Oh my god.”

“Do I need to talk you through it? Maybe draw a diagram? IKEA instructions?”

“Tab A goes in slot B? I do watch porn…” One more squeeze just for the sake of it, and Quentin lined up and pushed in slowly, draping himself over Tyler Jordan’s back as their hips came flush. “Oh. Oh, fuck, wow.” Tyler Jordan reached back to knot a hand in Quentin’s hair, reveling in the heat pouring off of him and soaking through Tyler Jordan’s skin. It wasn’t as good as feeding, but it was the next best thing, and Quentin was warmer than anyone Tyler Jordan had been with since he was turned.

“Come on, show me what you got,” he said, and Quentin bit his shoulder, not hard, and started moving. It was immediately clear that Quentin wasn’t particularly experienced, but his instincts were good, quickly establishing a rhythm once he figured out how to move best. The little sounds he stifled into Tyler Jordan’s shoulder were scorchingly hot, and Tyler Jordan turned his head to kiss whatever part of Quentin’s face he could reach, delighted when Quentin met him halfway for a messy, panting clash of mouths.

Quentin was stronger than he looked, and Tyler Jordan almost regretted that the fingertips digging into his hips wouldn’t leave bruises in their wake, that none of this surprising passion would leave any mark on his skin to remember it by. He could leave a few of his own, though. He reached back to score his nails against Quentin’s hip, not expecting the growl that pulled from him and definitely not expecting Quentin’s hand curled at the back of his neck to push him down against the mattress and hold him there, not moving an inch when Tyler Jordan tried to rise again. No one had ever handled Tyler Jordan like that before, and he struggled a little before submitting to it with a moan. Maybe it was a werewolf thing. Whatever it was, it was hot.

Tyler Jordan reached down to jerk himself off, whimpering a little at how good it felt to have Quentin pinning him down and pounding into him like this. The show of dominance was beyond sexy, the slap of skin on skin as Quentin took possession of him with nothing but instinct guiding him to do it-- it had to be a werewolf thing, and Tyler Jordan knew that he was weird for enjoying it, but he got off on it so ridiculously easily. Quentin gasped when he felt Tyler Jordan coming around him, and his thrusts got more forceful and fast for a minute before he hit his peak too, going boneless and heavy on top of Tyler Jordan with a sound suspiciously close to a howl.

So warm and content that he barely wanted to move, but Quentin moved first, sighing as he slid off of Tyler Jordan and stretched luxuriantly. Tyler Jordan rolled onto his side, taking deep breaths he didn’t really need just to fill his lungs with the scent of sex and Quentin’s skin. Quentin plastered himself against Tyler Jordan’s back and wrapped an arm around him, cuddling up shamelessly.

“I think my hour is up,” Tyler Jordan mumbled. Quentin curled around him more determinedly.

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to get home before sunrise.”

“It’s barely past midnight. You don’t have to run off so soon, I’m not kicking you out. I’d-- I’d like it if you stayed a little longer.”

“You would?”

“Unless you’re trying to ditch me, in which case go ahead and leave, I’m not holding you against your will.”

“I’m definitely not being held against my will,” Tyler Jordan said, stroking the arm Quentin had wrapped around his chest. “Just figured you’d want to be done with me once you were done with me.”

“That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’m in no rush to be done with you any more.”

“Yeah? Good. Cause I don’t want to be done with you either.” Tyler Jordan laced his fingers through Quentin’s and lifted his hand to kiss his wrist. “You’re like all the good things I can’t have any more rolled into one. Like dark chocolate and top shelf tequila and sunshine. You go right to my head, Quentin. I just want more of you.” Quentin pressed his lips to the nape of Tyler Jordan’s neck, silent for a long moment.

“You could-- you should. You should bite me. You said you want to. And every other thing you’ve talked me into doing tonight was amazing. You just have to do it someplace no one will see, the moon’s full in two days and I have to run with the pack.”

“Really?” Tyler Jordan turned over to look at Quentin, and found him nodding. “It might hurt. I usually entrance people before I bite them, but it didn’t work when I tried it on you at the bar.”

“I’m a fucking werewolf,” Quentin said dryly. “I’ve been bitten before. If you’re not deliberately doing it to hurt, that’s a step up from every other bite I’ve gotten in my life.” He shrugged. “Pain’s not a deterrent to me any more. I heal fast, anyways. You don’t need to worry about anything except not drinking too much of me.”

“Just a taste,” Tyler Jordan said. “You ever give blood?”

“Uh… no? Lycanthropy? They don’t screen for it, but they can’t use my blood anyways.”

“Well, I was going to say I don’t take any more than the Red Cross does.”

“That’s like… a tenth of a person’s blood,” Quentin said. “Vampires usually take all of it. Aren’t you hungry all the time?”

“Yeah, kind of. And it’s like an eighth of total blood volume. I mean, on a good night I can get three or four pints. And most vampires don’t feed every night, it’s like every two or three nights. So I’m more like one of those people who eats a bunch of small meals all day instead of three big ones.”

“Three or four a night?” Quentin blinked. “That’s a lot of random people.”

“I don’t sleep with all of them,” Tyler Jordan snorted. “Make out with them, yeah, I have to get close. But you’re the first person I’ve gone home with in a while.” He reached up to cup Quentin’s cheek, rubbing his thumb against his scruff. “You really want me to do it?”

“Yeah. It seems fair. You never lied to me and pretended you didn’t want to do it. You just said you wouldn’t do it without my consent. This is me consenting.”

“Thank you,” Tyler Jordan said, and kissed Quentin firmly. “You don’t know how much that means to me. I’m going to remember this until I don’t exist any more. You’re the first person to ask me to do it.” Quentin offered him a slight smile.

“Great. You’ll remember me long after I’m dead, then. The single positive mark I leave on the world.”

“That can’t be true.”

“I’m not giving you my tortured backstory. We’ve had fun tonight. That’s how I want you to remember me.”

“You say that like I’m not planning on calling you. Do you want this to be a one-off? Or can I call you?”

“You want to?” Quentin looked dumbfounded. “I mean-- yeah, of course you can, I just thought I was--” Tyler Jordan arched a brow, and Quentin hesitated before finishing the sentence reluctantly, “disposable.”

“Quentin. Sweetheart. I know we only just met, but you’re the furthest thing from disposable in my mind.”

“If you were a normal vampire, you’d kill me tonight.”

“If you were a normal werewolf, you never would have brought me home with you. And you definitely would not be letting me bite you. I’m pretty pleased to be abnormal at the moment.” Another kiss, and Tyler Jordan drew back, eyes trailing down Quentin’s body. “Someplace no one will see.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna be naked, but also out in the middle of the woods.”

“That really only leaves one place… and it’s my favorite,” Tyler Jordan purred. “I don’t usually get the privacy to bite people there, either.” He gave Quentin a nudge to put him on his back, then settled himself between Quentin’s legs. “I could get used to looking at you from this vantage point,” he said, stroking two fingers along the crease of Quentin’s thigh until he found the pulse beating there. Completely gratuitously, he rubbed his cheek against Quentin’s quiescent cock, said, “Don’t forget to breathe,” and sank his fangs into Quentin’s femoral artery.

Blood burst against his tongue, and Tyler Jordan felt like he’d been slapped in the face by a hand covered in soft fur, like the bed had dropped out from under him and Quentin was his only point of contact with anything solid or real. He could taste the moonlight singing through Quentin’s veins, the fierce primal power of the wolf waiting its turn to wear his flesh, intoxicating in a way nothing had been since the night fangs had pierced Tyler Jordan’s throat. He could hear Quentin’s voice but couldn’t parse what he was saying, whether it was pain or pleasure, and he forced himself to let go, to lick at the wound until it sealed, and leaned his head against Quentin’s thigh and let it rush through him, the heat and the ferocity trembling through his entire body even though he’d taken only a few swallows.

“Oh my god,” he said, when he could say anything at all. “Oh my god, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He lifted his head to look up the length of Quentin’s body and found tears streaking his cheeks, still trickling from his eyes. “Oh… shit, did I hurt you?”

“Yes,” Quentin said, “and I want you to do it again.”

“Don’t tell me that,” Tyler Jordan said, moving up the bed and brushing the tears from one of Quentin’s cheeks. “I want to. Not hurt you, but taste you again. This has to be why we’re supposed to stay away from each other, because we’ll get addicted…”

“I really don’t give a single fuck about why we’re supposed to stay away from each other. I’ve never felt anything like that before and it was transcendental.” Quentin insinuated himself into Tyler Jordan’s arms and sighed. “You’re so warm now…”

“I shouldn’t be. I didn’t even take half a pint from you.” Tyler Jordan pressed his cheek to Quentin’s hair, arms tightening around him. “Your blood is like Madeira wine. It’s stronger than it should be. It went straight to my head.”

“I am a werewolf,” Quentin said. “That’s probably why the rules… if vampires can get drunk on werewolf blood we’re like walking cocktails.”

“You’re not defenseless.”

“I didn’t want to stop you. You could have drained me dry and I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“Don’t tell me that either.”

“I shouldn’t have let you do it, but it’s too late now. I’m going to let you do it again. Hell, I’m going to request that you do it again. I want everything that happened tonight to happen again.”

“I’m glad you didn’t stick to your guns about that whole ‘not interested in guys’ thing,” Tyler Jordan laughed, and Quentin dropped his head to Tyler Jordan’s shoulder.

“Werewolves aren’t supposed to be gay,” he said. “It’s not adaptive. I don’t need another reason for the pack to look down on me.”

“It sounds like werewolves are regressive as fuck.”

“They’re very traditional.”

“Vampires are traditional too, but no one cares who anyone sticks their fangs or their dick into. Long history of being libertines.”

“I’m in favor of you being a libertine,” Quentin said, and Tyler Jordan grinned and ran a hand down his back to squeeze his ass.

“Yeah? We’ve got a few hours until sunrise, do you want to see how transgressive we can be in one night?”

“I’m excited and a little bit scared… I think that means yes.” Tyler Jordan kissed Quentin again, then set about testing the limits of the werewolf’s refractory period.

The next night, Tyler Jordan woke up to a few texts from Quentin and could hardly keep a smile off his face as they texted back and forth until almost 3am. The night after that was the full moon, so Tyler Jordan knew he wouldn’t hear from the werewolf, and he spent the night wondering what wolves did under a full moon, anyways. Running and hunting and howling, he supposed. The moon set at dawn, and Tyler Jordan was just settling down for the day in his light-proofed bedroom when his phone rang. It was Quentin. He picked it up with a yawn. “Hello?”

“Tyler Jordan… I need help.” Quentin sounded absolutely terrified. Tyler Jordan sat up straight, clutching his phone to his ear.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“They kicked me out… I think they’ll kill me if they see me again. They know where I live. Can I--?”

“Come here,” Tyler Jordan said instantly. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t let them follow you. There’s a key behind the brick just under the mailbox. I can’t let you in, obviously. I don’t even think I can stay awake until you get here. Let yourself in, make yourself comfortable. I’ll see you as soon as the sun sets.”

“Thank you,” Quentin breathed. Tyler Jordan swore quietly as he put his head back on the pillow, but his eyes closed before he could even finish the curse. He woke up fourteen hours later to find Quentin curled up in the fetal position next to him, and when he turned on the light he resumed swearing right where he left off. Quentin was littered with bruises, and he flinched awake when Tyler Jordan touched his shoulder. “Wha-- Ty-- oh,” he said, stumbling over his own tongue, and he curled a little smaller with a pained sound. “Oh, fuck.”

“What happened to you?” Tyler Jordan asked softly, brushing his thumb over a bruise on Quentin’s cheek.

“They know,” Quentin said. “My mother told me to leave when I got there, but I didn’t listen. They harried me all night long while we were hunting and as soon as the moon set the alpha said I reeked of death and they all shunned me. The whole pack. My mother turned her back on me. I’m-- I’m ruined, that’s it. I’m packless. And no one else will take me. I’m as good as dead.” He uncurled under Tyler Jordan’s gentle touches, letting him inspect the bruises and bite marks that had carried over from wolf form.

“You’re not dead yet,” Tyler Jordan said. “And I’m pretty invested in keeping you alive. What do you need?”

“A place to live… probably to leave town, honestly.”

“You could live here with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? I don’t even use half the rooms in the house. Help me pay the utilities and I’ll help you move in. I bet we could get everything you want to keep here tonight.”

“You’d get sick of me too quickly.”

“Quentin…” Tyler Jordan sighed and kissed his forehead. “I like you. I like the way you make me feel. I want to have you around for a long time. And if this is what it takes to keep you safe and alive, I want to do it.”

“I like the way you make me feel too,” Quentin whispered. “You’re the only person who treated me like I was worth anything.”

“So come live with me. We can go get your stuff from your house before the pack does anything drastic to it, and then you can fall off the map and into my arms.”

“They’ll kill us both if they find us.” Quentin shook his head. “I don’t know how they could smell you on me… I don’t think you smell like death. You smell like iron and granite and snow to me.”

“Maybe there is something wrong with us,” Tyler Jordan said. “The way we react to each other isn’t normal.”

“There’s always been something wrong with me,” Quentin said. “At least this particular way I’m wrong gives me someone who gives a fuck about me after everyone else abandoned me.” He pulled back to look Tyler Jordan in the eyes, still scared but determined too. “Yeah. If you’re opening your home to me, I’d like to live with you.”

“You have to get along with my cat,” Tyler Jordan added. “Who is being suspiciously quiet, usually he’s meowing and scratching the door down at sunset.”

“I fed him before I came in here. He seemed friendly. Although he was loud.”

“Yeah, he is. Let me make a few calls and see if I can get some help tonight… I have a friend with a van who might be able to help with a little misdirection.” Tyler Jordan cupped Quentin’s cheek and kissed him sweetly. “I’ll keep you safe as best I can, Quentin. I’ll be your pack.”

“You’re not an alpha,” Quentin said, and Tyler Jordan smiled at him.

“You’re the top wolf in the pack. I think that makes you the alpha.” Quentin’s eyes widened, and Tyler Jordan had to kiss him again. “Go look around the house and decide what room you want to be yours so we know where we’re putting your stuff, I’m going to call Liv.” As soon as Quentin opened the bedroom door, Ed bolted in and jumped on the bed, meowing insistently until Tyler Jordan petted him.

Liv came by with their van about a half an hour later, and as soon as they walked in the house they looked from Tyler Jordan to Quentin and went pale. “Oh, shit, you didn’t tell me he was a werewolf.”

“How do you even know that?” Quentin asked.

“I’m a witch. Holy hell, your auras are bright, you’re-- you don’t even know what you are, do you?”

“A werewolf and a vampire?” Tyler Jordan arched a brow at Liv. They shook their head.

“A werewolf and a vampire willingly associating with each other. That’s some legendary shit right there. You know why it’s not allowed, right?”

“Uh… not really,” Quentin said. Liv rubbed their hand against their forehead and sighed.

“Haven’t you ever met each other’s kind before?”

“No.”

“Vampires and werewolves are poison to each other,” Liv said. “Actual poison. Vampire venom kills werewolves, werewolf blood drives vampires insane. They can’t even stand the scent of each other.”

“That’s not true,” Tyler Jordan said. “As soon as I caught his scent I was fascinated by him. We’ve-- well. I didn’t kill him and I didn’t go crazy.”

“When I said legendary I didn’t mean it like Barney Stinson,” Liv said. “I meant of legend. Like once in a generation. Every so often there’s a wolf and a vamp who are drawn to each other instead of repelled by each other. And they’re really fucking dangerous.”

“Why?” Quentin asked. “I’m packless and he doesn’t kill! We’re as far from dangerous as our kinds can be!”

“Because you’ll make each other stronger. You’ve already fed from him, you said-- didn’t you notice a difference?”

“Yeah,” Tyler Jordan said. “I barely sipped at him and I was still warm when I woke up the next night.”

“And what about you? Something about you was different afterwards too, right?”

“I felt more in control,” Quentin said. “I’m angry all the time, but I wasn’t angry after Tyler Jordan touched me.” Liv cut their hand through the air.

“Not mental. Physical.”

“The change didn’t hurt so much last night,” Quentin offered. “I thought it was just because I was happy, I didn’t focus on the pain. But I think it was just less painful, now.”

“Yes, that’s more like it. If you keep associating with each other, you’ll change more. Tyler Jordan will need to feed less, will act a little more alive, and you--”

“Quentin.”

“You’ll be stronger, be able to control your change, eventually. Do it when the moon’s not full.”

“Only alphas can do that,” Quentin said, shaking his head. “I’m not an alpha.”

“You’re packless,” Liv said. “You just said that. Packless wolves adapt or die. If you keep letting Tyler Jordan feed from you, you’re going to adapt in ways wolves don’t usually do.” They looked from one to the other, shaking their head. “There’s only two ways this can go if you don’t go your separate ways. Either you’re going to get murdered, or you’re going to change the world. The last time this happened they got killed. The time before that, they brokered a peace treaty between the wolves and the vampires that lasted fifty years. It broke down because of World War II.”

“I’m going to get you killed,” Quentin said, looking at Tyler Jordan. “I’m nobody. I can’t change anything. We’re going to get murdered.”

“If you’re going to be the death of me, bring it on,” Tyler Jordan said. “Think about it. We’re a couple of outcasts. If we stay out of everyone’s way until we’re strong enough to make a difference, and then do something...”

“How long have you known each other?” Liv asked.

“Three days.”

“Oh, shit. This is like falling off a boat and finding the lost city of Atlantis. Being present right at the outset of an event like this.” They ran their hands through their hair and grinned. “If you’re going to see this through, I’m going to help. I can ward you, protect your house, misdirect your enemies.”

“Why would you help us?” Quentin asked.

“Because this is history in the making. You can’t change the world if you get murdered. And the world needs some fucking change, these days.” Liv looked between them again. “Last time things changed, it was a lady wolf and a man vampire. It’s always a love story. And your auras…”

“Shut up, he doesn’t love me,” Quentin said, and Tyler Jordan gave him a disbelieving look. “...you can’t,” he said, “I’m not worth--”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Tyler Jordan said. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Sounds like true love to me,” Liv laughed. “I mean, you should probably think it over and talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Tyler Jordan said. “I’m not throwing him back to the wolves. This doesn’t do anything except make me more sure of what we were already planning to do.”

“Quentin?” Liv arched a brow at him. Cheeks red and lip between his teeth, Quentin reached for Tyler Jordan’s hand and held it tight. “Brilliant. Mazel tov. Give me twenty minutes to go grab spell supplies and I’ll lay the wards right away.” As soon as the door closed behind them, Tyler Jordan pulled Quentin into his arms.

“I can’t love you. Please. I loved you before I left your house. I know you don’t, but--”

“I never said I don’t,” Quentin said. “I thought I was just really tasty to you. Just sex and a snack.”

“You don’t pay attention. I told you this already. You’re not disposable to me, Quentin. You’re the furthest thing from disposable.” Tyler Jordan cupped a hand along Quentin’s cheek, smiling at him. “We’re going to change the world together. Are you ready for that?”

“Not even a little bit, but by the time we do, I will be.” Quentin tipped his head into Tyler Jordan’s hand, adding, “I’m not an easy person to love…”

“Good, I enjoy a challenge. I bet it’ll get easier with practice. And we’ve got the rest of our lives to get good at it.”

“However long that’s going to be.”

“Long enough to get started, at least,” Tyler Jordan said, and caught Quentin’s lips in a sweet kiss.