the shape-changing. It was horrific in his
opinion.
"Gaaad! Auugh!" Roman's human voice began to
emerge from the whelps.
He fell down on Charlie's lap and gasped for
air.
Charlie opened his eyes to see Roman, coated
in perspiration, panting to gain his breath. Charlie caressed his
black hair and shook his head. "Do I even want to know?"
"That man." Roman closed his eyes for a
moment and then opened them. "He was here."
"That man?" Charlie asked. "The one with the
sword?"
Roman nodded, still recuperating, lying naked
with his head on Charlie's lap.
"Hello?"
Charlie heard Butch's voice.
"Any wolves here? Charlie?"
"In here, Butch." Charlie looked around for
Roman's clothing. It was in a line on the floor where Roman had
shed it when he became a wolf.
A moment later Butch was standing at the
threshold of the room, looking down at them. "Jesus Christ. Roman,
can't you control it at all?"
"Don't start on him, Butch. He's exhausted."
Charlie caressed Roman's neck and shoulders.
Butch gathered up the clothing and crouched
down beside them. "What did it? Huh? Was it me?"
Roman shook his head, still looking spent.
"No."
Charlie nudged Roman, wanting him to get
dressed since it was cold, even inside their home. "Butch, why
don't you get a fire going in the hearth? Roman's startin' to
shiver."
"What am I? The new fire starter?"
Charlie glanced up at Butch curiously. "Okay.
Never mind. I'll do it."
"I'm fine." Roman, looking pale, reached for
his clothing, getting dressed.
Charlie stood up and caught Butch staring at
Roman. He nudged Butch. "You've seen him naked. Put your tongue
back in your mouth."
"Huh?" Butch blushed and met Charlie's
gaze.
"Charlie, leave him alone." Roman attempted
to stand and reached out for something to steady him, as if he were
dizzy.
Both men went for him, holding him up.
"I got it." Roman shook off their grip and
stepped into his briefs and jeans.
Using a soft voice, Butch asked, "You want me
to light a fire, Roman?"
"No." Roman put his shirt back on.
"What triggered it?" Charlie asked as Roman
sat down to put on his socks.
"Fucking Nick." Roman shook his head. "I'm
out on leave."
"It's for the best, Roman." Butch stepped
closer, rubbing Roman's back.
Charlie knew Butch was interested in sex with
them…with him? But they had excluded Butch from any type of
intimate contact. He and Roman were a couple, not two thirds of a
threesome.
Charlie had always been conventional in his
tastes, and even allowing Butch to witness his and Roman's coupling
or letting Butch jerk off in the room, was not ideally what Charlie
wanted.
Once Roman was dressed, he sat down at the
dining room table, as if to recuperate. "Is there leftover
coffee?"
"I'll see." Butch headed to the kitchen
counter.
Charlie crouched down in front of Roman's
knees. "That man? With the sword…he was in our house?"
"Yes." Roman glanced over at Butch who poured
him a cup of coffee from the carafe.
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He did." Roman stopped talking when Butch
brought him a cup of black coffee. "Thanks, Butch."
"It's the last of the pot. If it's too bitter
I can make a fresh one."
"This is fine." Roman sipped it.
Charlie looked up at Butch. "The boys all
done?"
"Close. They're just puttin' down fresh hay
and fillin' the feeders."
"Why don't you call Vernon and tell him yer
goin' to head up there…soon."
Butch's expression changed to annoyance. "I'm
goin' with you. I don't want to drive the whole way alone. Why
can't I wait until you two go?"
"Charlie," Roman said, holding the cup in
both hands. "It's fine."
"Well, at least call 'em and see if they want
us to bring anythin'."
"Okay." Butch went for the phone in the
kitchen.
"Can ya give us a minute?" Charlie asked.
Butch picked up the cordless phone and left
the room, appearing irritated.
Once Charlie heard him talking on the phone
he gave Roman his attention. "What did the guy say?"
"Something about being an alpha." Roman drank
more coffee. "I
opinion.
"Gaaad! Auugh!" Roman's human voice began to
emerge from the whelps.
He fell down on Charlie's lap and gasped for
air.
Charlie opened his eyes to see Roman, coated
in perspiration, panting to gain his breath. Charlie caressed his
black hair and shook his head. "Do I even want to know?"
"That man." Roman closed his eyes for a
moment and then opened them. "He was here."
"That man?" Charlie asked. "The one with the
sword?"
Roman nodded, still recuperating, lying naked
with his head on Charlie's lap.
"Hello?"
Charlie heard Butch's voice.
"Any wolves here? Charlie?"
"In here, Butch." Charlie looked around for
Roman's clothing. It was in a line on the floor where Roman had
shed it when he became a wolf.
A moment later Butch was standing at the
threshold of the room, looking down at them. "Jesus Christ. Roman,
can't you control it at all?"
"Don't start on him, Butch. He's exhausted."
Charlie caressed Roman's neck and shoulders.
Butch gathered up the clothing and crouched
down beside them. "What did it? Huh? Was it me?"
Roman shook his head, still looking spent.
"No."
Charlie nudged Roman, wanting him to get
dressed since it was cold, even inside their home. "Butch, why
don't you get a fire going in the hearth? Roman's startin' to
shiver."
"What am I? The new fire starter?"
Charlie glanced up at Butch curiously. "Okay.
Never mind. I'll do it."
"I'm fine." Roman, looking pale, reached for
his clothing, getting dressed.
Charlie stood up and caught Butch staring at
Roman. He nudged Butch. "You've seen him naked. Put your tongue
back in your mouth."
"Huh?" Butch blushed and met Charlie's
gaze.
"Charlie, leave him alone." Roman attempted
to stand and reached out for something to steady him, as if he were
dizzy.
Both men went for him, holding him up.
"I got it." Roman shook off their grip and
stepped into his briefs and jeans.
Using a soft voice, Butch asked, "You want me
to light a fire, Roman?"
"No." Roman put his shirt back on.
"What triggered it?" Charlie asked as Roman
sat down to put on his socks.
"Fucking Nick." Roman shook his head. "I'm
out on leave."
"It's for the best, Roman." Butch stepped
closer, rubbing Roman's back.
Charlie knew Butch was interested in sex with
them…with him? But they had excluded Butch from any type of
intimate contact. He and Roman were a couple, not two thirds of a
threesome.
Charlie had always been conventional in his
tastes, and even allowing Butch to witness his and Roman's coupling
or letting Butch jerk off in the room, was not ideally what Charlie
wanted.
Once Roman was dressed, he sat down at the
dining room table, as if to recuperate. "Is there leftover
coffee?"
"I'll see." Butch headed to the kitchen
counter.
Charlie crouched down in front of Roman's
knees. "That man? With the sword…he was in our house?"
"Yes." Roman glanced over at Butch who poured
him a cup of coffee from the carafe.
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He did." Roman stopped talking when Butch
brought him a cup of black coffee. "Thanks, Butch."
"It's the last of the pot. If it's too bitter
I can make a fresh one."
"This is fine." Roman sipped it.
Charlie looked up at Butch. "The boys all
done?"
"Close. They're just puttin' down fresh hay
and fillin' the feeders."
"Why don't you call Vernon and tell him yer
goin' to head up there…soon."
Butch's expression changed to annoyance. "I'm
goin' with you. I don't want to drive the whole way alone. Why
can't I wait until you two go?"
"Charlie," Roman said, holding the cup in
both hands. "It's fine."
"Well, at least call 'em and see if they want
us to bring anythin'."
"Okay." Butch went for the phone in the
kitchen.
"Can ya give us a minute?" Charlie asked.
Butch picked up the cordless phone and left
the room, appearing irritated.
Once Charlie heard him talking on the phone
he gave Roman his attention. "What did the guy say?"
"Something about being an alpha." Roman drank
more coffee. "I
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