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The dogs were arguing, loudly, already. What to fix, what to put on it, fighting over who gets to use what. By the time they were finished, no telling what concoction they might have come up with.. Chuckling at the idiots, Basil stepped down from the couch just as Deacon left up the stairs. He found this a little unusual.. wouldn't he rather stay and loom over his sister? He'd shown a little protectiveness already, so why was he darting away like he had some other occupation to attend? Curious, he abandoned the living room and strolled up after him. As soon as he hit the hallway, he made a bee line for the other Lycan's room.. and only a few feet from the door, his nose caught the scent of a very interesting answer. He smirked and narrowed his eyes. 'Oh, Deacon. You poor thing.. how long have you been hiding that, I wonder?' he thought to himself then pressed an ear to the door, just in time to hear a zipper coming down. He licked his lips and found himself picturing the act on the other side of the door.. dammit, now it was starting to get to him. '..Though it worries me that you got so turned on in the presence of your sister. Wonder if you've got some secret fetish.. that, or you're just a horndog like the rest of us.' he snickered to himself, then knocked at the door. He listened closely for the scrambling he was sure would be taking place next. Deacon, you okay in there? he called out, a playful tone to his voice. Wesley watched his fellow lycans act like idiots. All to impress a single woman. Sure, she was a very, very stunning lady.. in his top five, certainly. But was she worth all this? How long had it been since these guys had last gotten laid? He shook his head and debated on stepping out of the race this time.. let someone else win.. but, then again, he was a selfish prick. He tripped one guy up as he went to the door, making it seem like an accident and stepping over him with little remorse. Before anyone else could offer, his chilling voice cut right in. I'd be happy to. he volunteered, crushing the empty can of beer in his hand, then tossing it over his shoulder to hit another guy on the head. He motioned to the stairs then started up them, stopping a few up to look back at her. We have two.. but I think Deacon preferred you take the one at the end of the hall. You'd get more sleep that way. that was a lie, actually. They were both pretty quiet, but the one he mentioned was much closer to his own room. Quite sneaky, hm?
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Between the time it took Basil to travel up the stairs and investigate Deacon's sudden appearance, the behemoth of a man was already lost in the fluid motions of his rough hands. He was stroking, slow at first, but gradually gained speed. He every so prudently craned his head back and closed his chocolate eyes, thrusting his hips up and down according to the behest of his skilled hand. It was when his chest began expanding and contracting noticeably that he realized no one could make him stop. Even if his sister walked in he feared he couldn't cease pleasuring himself and the thought haunted him. He began increasing his pace again, toying with his tumid crown, then squeezing his shaft. Jesus, he breathed curtly, suckling on the spongy material of his inner cheek. Much to the beast's chagrin Basil had been pounding on the door, no doubt craving entrance. Deacon wondered if this little activity he had indulged in was apparent ... after all, Basil always seemed to magically appear when Deacon had his hands down his pants I'm ... uhn ... I'm fine. The depth of his gravely voice no doubt shook the very foundation of the house. He rolled his hips up into his hand, sourly regretting the lack of control he displayed in his reply. The Amazonian Brazilian woman hadn't really taken notice of the squabble behind her, but rather, was more transfixed on getting settled. As Wesley had so kindly offered to escort her to her quarters, she nodded gingerly in reply and followed behind the average sized like. The lights in the hallway were low, and this particular wing of the vista was very, very quaint. It smelled relatively fresh and orderly unlike the middle level which wreaked of wet fur, sex and weed. I don't mind noises or any similar discrepancies ... they can be soothing. Anyone who can function on pure peace is surely a subject worth studying in my books. After arriving, she let the door swing ajar, to reveal a rather natural looking bed room. The bed was a twin, dressed with a thick black comforter and oversized white pillows. Everything was in order - the television, the dresser and computer desk. She placed her bags on the bed and peered out of the window, greeted by darkness ... but something else was there. It was a smooth silhouette of garbled brown which had jetted by at virtual lightspeed. Did they have a dog? Deacon never mentioned a dog. Thanks again. Wesley, right? I appreciate it.listulistulistu
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Basil kept his ear pressed to the door, listening at the sounds he heard. His nose was better then his hearing, but both were greater then any average human's. He was a little surprised when he didn't hear Deacon stand.. or even stop, apparently. Was he that into what he was doing? Fine, hm? he muttered. Yes, jacking off did seem like a fine activity. There was no doubt in his mind that's what the other was doing, too. The arousal coming from the room was working it's magic on him, like a sort of aphrodisiac.. He inhaled deeply. Your sister is fine. I believe I heard Wesley volunteering to show her to her room before I came up here. he wondered if this news would settle bad with Deacon.. probably what he was intending, anyway. They look kinda cute together. he teased, then leaned against the door and didn't speak for a short moment. Just listened and thought. ...You know, I could help you with that. he finally said, assuming the larger male would know exactly what he was referring to. The lycan led this human beauty to the end of the hallway, stepping aside to let her get in herself. He would have opened it for her, but she seemed like the independent type. Nothing wrong with that. Oh, don't get me wrong. There is rarely any peace around here to speak of. a very true statement right there. The house was full of a bunch of wild dogs. He couldn't remember the last quiet night at this house. You're welcome. The closest bathroom is three doors down. Your brother's room his down the other hall way.. second door, if I remember right.. And mine is right there. he pointed just a door away, then walked a further in the room. He saw her looking out the window and narrowed her eyes a bit. ..Oh. And there's some.. wild dogs around here. They wont bother you as long as you don't bother them. for the most part, anyway. But he didn't want to worry the lass.
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If there was any way to get him out of the mood, mentioning Wesley and his sister in the same breath was most certainly a manner in which to do so. Now, Deacon didn't hate Wesley or anything, he just knew that he was a lascivious young lycan who was devoted to getting laid as much as possible. Of course this was typical for a male lycan, but the fact that Wesley didn't really particularly cherish the act of love making that irked him. Fuck off, Basil! he hissed. As much as it pained him, he very, very prudently tucked his agonizing erection back within his boxers and pulled up his jeans, wincing all the while. Deacon knew better then anyone that Basil wouldn't dare leave until his intrigue was sated. Often his 'intrigue' entitled getting his rocks off. Mind you, Deacon wasn't all too ready to help him do so. While trekking to the door he cupped the silhouette of his manhood through his jeans while making a futile attempt to sooth the welled up burning sensation that raked through his lower half. He swung open the door with such a beastly force it nearly was ripped from its hinges. So, there was the lovely, tan-skinned man in all of his tattooed glory, hot, bothered and one-hundred percent topless. I can't get laid, I can't jerk off in peace ... Jesus Basil, what do you want from me? Stray dogs? Estelle recalled one time a few years ago when her brother was privately dating this rather strapping Australian man. They were both giants, and at the time, Deacon hadn't yet revealed his sexual orientation to her though she had always known he preferred to bat for the other team. When the man left early the next morning she was supposedly sleeping but heard every single pant, grunt and moan through the thin drywall there was a strange air about the house. Around 3am she cantered downstairs only to notice a stark silhouette perched erect outside of her home. It was grand with a pair of piercing, flaxen eyes, but the moment it saw her ... it was gone. She kept it to herself as she feared Deacon would think she was clinically insane. Thank you, Wesley, she breathed sweetly again, giving the man a prudent smile. She rubbed her neck, craning it, allowing a mess of her illustrious coal waves to spill around her broad shoulders and rest upon her full, swollen breasts. She approached her bag and curled her fingers around the zipper, jerking out some seemingly brand new DVD cases. Each of them were horror titles. Before arriving Deacon suggested she bring some horror movies to impress the boys though she had no plan on impressing them, just keeping them entertained. Deacon told you me you all are big fans of horror movies. I've got virtually everything, pick your poison creature features, psychological thrillers, slasher ...listulistulistu
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That's probably what Basil was planning from the start. Mention his sister to draw him out of his room, and his pants. He felt a little bad about ratting Wesley out, but hey, all was fair in sex and war. Er, love and war. Right. He waited patiently at the door for the other wolf to emerge now.. he could hear him standing and pulling his pants up this time. He tapped his foot as he waited.. but wasn't all too prepared for when the door swung open and revealed a rather.. yummy image. Though a bit pissed off. Basil smiled sweetly up at the much taller manbeast, not the least bit intimidated. He probably had more control over the situation at the moment, anyway. Such a sad story, Deacon.. he muttered, moving closer to the other lycan. The smell of arousal had more then doubled now.. he inhaled again, then looked up at him, eyes purposefully half lidded. Basil placed a hand on Deacon's bare chest, trailing his fingers down over muscles, tracing any tattoos he might find. What do I want? Well, I was looking at it as what you wanted, actually... Do you really prefer your hand over another person's touch? his own hand had trailed even further down, right to the waistband of Deacon's straining pants. If the answer is 'yes', I'll leave right now. Wesley tried not to stare, he really did. A man's eyes tended to focus on certain areas of a woman.. and got them in trouble. This guy prided himself in his self control. But dammit, this woman's features were just.. well.. very tempting. He had to force his eyes off of her and to what she was currently occupied with. He blinked, then moved closer to inspect the DVDs. They'd make nice distractions. Give the dogs something to do other then try and swoon the new lady of the house. The lycan plucked one title out of the collection, eying it over. A werewolf flick. He snickered to himself. The lycans always viewed them not for the horror, but more as a comedy of just what humans could come up with about them. Some could be surprisingly accurate.. others, a little insulting. You've got a very nice collection here.. are you a fan of them, too, or was this all simply on your brother's request?
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What sort of question was that? Of course he preferred another's touch over his own. He heaved a rather disgruntled grunt and peered down the hallway only to be shocked with the image of two young lycans cantering up the stairwell and homing in on their position, fast. Of course Deacon was embarrassed to have Basil's hands virtually down his pants, so to avoid any awkward confrontation, he yanked the young lycan into his room. Within the low light of his room, Deacon's eyes reflected the pure lust he felt welling up within him. Even after he had neglected his swollen cock for virtually ten minutes, he realized Basil may have been the best bet to help. But, at what cost? His precious ego, that's what. Dismayed and left hindered by his innermost judgment and wanton erection, he pinned the lycan against the wall and slammed down his hand to guard him while they talked. You ... you're really a fucking, irritating man, Deacon groaned. He seemed genuinely upset but this was not the case. You of all people know it's not humane to tease a lycan. What're you up to? I'm a fan of them. I'm an artist, I don't know if Deacon has told you ... I spend a lot of my time deciphering what others deem 'inspiring'. When I was investigating I came across an archive of older horror movies. To further sate my intrigue I watched every last one of them ... and within a twenty-four hour interval I was addicted. Partially because I find the subject of pure terror enticing and partially because of these creatures seem poorly misunderstood. Lycanthropes, for example. She collected her films - as well as her beers - and trekked downstairs where the others had been anxiously waiting. Her first incentive was to take a comfortable position on the couch where two handsome and antsy young men had launched themselves after Estelle sat down. We're watching movies? Some of them cheered, damn near ripping the DVDs out of her hand. Estelle didn't seem all too fazed, and rather, let the boys root through it on their own. While they bickered, she took note of the rain falling outside ... when she arrived, it was fairly light and harmless, but now the wind was jerked about light and right, washing the rain against the house's windowpanes. listulistulistu
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Basil kept his half lidded smirk, which all in all, made him look very much cocky. He was more then amused at Deacon's obvious disgruntlement. He let out a small sound of surprise as he was suddenly yanked into the room. Well, that was unexpected. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room, and he blinked a few times to try and aid them. Yet, right as he was making out the features of Deacon's face, he was forced to move again, this time meeting the wall with a little thump. This position seemed a little bit like deju vu.. oh, yes, he'd been in it today already. His head tilted up to look at the larger man, not even tempting to free his hand. Getting a little rough, are we? Ah, well, I'm kinda into that.. he snickered, then shifted a little to better get his barrings, straining his neck to get his face closer to Deacon's. That's insulting, you know. I came up here to give you some company. and to tease him. But he didn't have to admit to that, even if it was glaringly obvious. But if you're really so dense as to not know what I really came up here for, you're worse off then I thought. Think, Deacon. Or better yet, stop thinking all together. Give into your instincts for once.. what are they telling you to do? it sounded like a challenge as the words spilled from his lips. Wesley hadn't expected such a deep answer to come from her, but he was no where near complaining. Brains, beauty, and a bust.. what a catch this girl would be. If he could catch her. It was about time to challenge himself, start one of his little games. Just how long would it take him to get this woman in his arms? Or better yet, his bed? He had a feeling this might be his most challenging game yet.. Lycanthropes, hm? ..So do you really believe in them, or are you speaking in hypothetical terms? he knew Deacon hadn't told her. The whole group had got a lecture before she arrived about keeping their jaws shut about the secret. But this really wouldn't count if she already knew, now would it? He watched with mild annoyance as the other dogs piled up beside her then began rifling through the DVDs. Mannerless beasts. Stop being heathens. he bopped one on the head, kicking him off the couch and took his seat. Go put this one in. he pretty much ordered, holding the werewolf title from before. A few snickered, and one took it to get it started.
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It was that cockiness that drove Deacon damn near up the wall. Basil knew exactly how this situation would end - with a sticky hand and a very, very happy oversized lycan. Deacon was such a behemoth often people wouldn't believe he could be subdued by the promise of sexual favors but tonight he couldn't handle it. The lack of sex, masturbation ... no sexual gratification in since, well ... he couldn't even begin to remember. He furled his fist tight and slammed it into the wall again, this time leaving a sizable dent. No doubt Estelle could be questioning it if she were ever to see his room. Right now ... they're telling me to drive your head through the wall, he gritted through clenched teeth, literally towering over the pint-sized lycan. His eyes went flaxen, a shade of viscous, golden honey. Suddenly, he grappled Basil's hand and jerked it further southward, purposely guiding his fingers over the button of his jeans. You made this worse. So help me deal with it. Estelle took a few moments to reply to his inquiry. It's nice to believe creatures like that exists. Who knows ... this world is vast and ageless. She left the man with a particularly vague answer, allowed her body to relax within the sofa and had even propped her feet up on the table. Some of the younger lycans - a few years shy of their adulthood - were curled up on the floor and obediently had transfixed their eyes upon the television where the movie was being aired. One was even polite enough to turn off the lights for their guest. Within the sudden low light, Estelle felt at ease. She curled her arms around a pillow then fled off for her beer, feeling the rather probing hands of a stranger nearby. One of the lycans had given her a father violent nudge directly in the side of her breasts. She winced aloud, only to hear a Sorry! belted out from aside her. listulistulistu
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Of course he knew how it would end. If there's one thing Basil was good at, it was manipulating a person's lust. He tilted his head to the side as Deacon took some frustration out on the wall. He wasn't aiming at him but.. he didn't want to take any chances. His face was too pretty to mess up. Oh, well then, I guess I should be glad you're not acting on them after all, hm? just as soon as the words left his mouth, his hand was being jerked forward. He held back his smirk. He'd gotten what he wanted, no need to ruin it by getting punched in the face. As you wish.. he cast his eyes downward, now fully adjusted to the light. His fingers worked to undo the button, then the zipper. He hooked his thumb under the waistband of the other lycan's pants, giving them a little tug. Then he pressed his palm flat against the hardness there, still having not freed it from the confines of the jeans just yet. He cupped it in his hand, a small smile on his lips. My, my.. that's got to hurt a little. he tsk'd. Yes.. quite vast. I have some belief they exist, too. Wesley had an amused smirk on his face, leaning back against the couch and settling in. He crossed his arms over his chest and prepared to enjoy the movie with no interruptions now. Just enjoy the company next to him. But no. There was no enjoying anything in this house. Guys, be careful. he reached around her, flicking the other lycan on the ear. He could be a bit of a bully to the others.. but in his eyes, they needed a little of it to stay in line. ..And keep your hands to yourself. he added. He would not put it past any of them to try and cop a feel, then blame it as an 'accidental slip of the hand'. He'd used that line before.
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Naturally lycanthropes had high temperatures. They constantly exhibited hot skin which they eventually grew accustomed to ... but it was an entirely different sensation when their body temperatures grew higher from many triggers. Tangible change in temperature, body exertion, embarrassment and even arousal. W-Why ... why must everything be so formal to you? he grunted. His perfect pearly white canines glittered in the low light as he withdrew the thought of crushing tiny Basil with his weight. Every passing second felt like minutes and minutes like hours. He watched with lust ridden eyes as the lycan slowly unbottoned his denim trousers then unfastened the zipper. The heat emanating from him was overwhelming to a point where he felt like a human would have been deemed dreadfully ill with a fever. Even as the light fixtures began flashing above him he didn't care. The second Basil's skilled hands caressed the hard, dense plain of his wanton flesh, he groaned, whispering, You have absolutely no idea. Meanwhile Estelle seemed entranced with the surges of electricity the house seemed to be experiencing. First it was the television. It began flickering on and off until the DVD player was instantly shut off. The two boys in the front groaned and hoped to turn to Wesley for aid. Can you fix it? they whined in sync. Another lycan fled in from the kitchen with a freshly lit candled claiming that the electricity had went out. The wind's pretty violent out there, he explained, So it makes sense if the electricity went out. Just stay calm, guys. I'll go grab some candles from the basement. 'Gonna need some extra hands, though. Estelle was left starstruck. How did the men see so flawlessly in the pure darkness? She was left hindered into her eyesight adjusted which would take a few more moments. In her wake searching for leverage, she accidentally landed her hands square on Wesley's abdomen. They slipped, much to her chagrin, one bracing his thigh, the other coming dangerously close to his groin. Jesus. I'm sorry, Wesley, she uttered darkly, ever so carefully withdrawing her hands. Of course the stumble resulted in her planting her chest directly in his side, though, there was no way in hell he'd protest. listulistulistu
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The small Lycan kneaded at the sensitive, hidden flesh under his hand. He could feel the heat radiating off of the hulking man before him. Yet the whole situation was making his mouth water. The idea came to him that if he hadn't have interrupted, Deacon probably would be finished and panting in his chair by now. So he felt a tad bit guilty for trying to go slow.. so, he slipped his hand inside the pants, underwear, too, to finally let his finger tips dust over hot, restricted shaft waiting there. You're so hot, Deacon. he chuckled after the words.. both meaning it literally and figuratively. Well, I wont let you go through the torture too much longer. he slipped his hand further inside the other man's pants, grasping his cock fully then carefully pulling it free from it's denim prison. And that's when the lights went out completely, right before Basil got a chance to look. Now he had to wait for his eyes to adjust again.. he huffed. The movie had barely gotten started.. then went blank. Wesley added to the groans with a sigh of his own. Perfect night for this to happen. He looked around, his eyes almost instantly adjusting to the limited lighting in the room. No, I can't fix it.. he replied, then sat up more and looked to the one sporting a candle. While your down there, fool around with the light box.. but don't get yourself fried. he was about to stand up, then a hand jabbed him in the stomach. He didn't make so much as a grunt, though.. the breath caught in his throat when he saw just how close her pretty face had gotten to his crotch. Then he felt something or rather, somethings soft and warm press against his side. What good luck he had. ..No problem. now just don't move and let him enjoy the moment.