Thread: untitled (dream/jinx)

The night was young and even if the house had a visitor, one they must act all nice and normal around, Wesley and Basil were.. not on their best behavior. The two were lycans, and had been for a long time. They considered themselves brothers.. people from outside of the pack even assumed so on more then one occasion. But they weren't together tonight. as they usually were. Some situations just did not call for it.. especially when Basil 'entertained' others. You see, the two were so close, yet they didn't share similar sexualities. Basil was openly attracted to men while Wesley preferred the ladies ten fold. So, as soon as Basil slunk up the stairs, a man his age in tow, Wesley went off to do his own thing. He was a calm man on the outside. Rarely did he show expression on his handsome face.. He preferred to leave people guessing. His 'i'm shrouded in mystery' appearance got the girls flocking like flies. Dark, ink black locks were styled short and messy atop his head, slicked back a certain degree. He had skinny side burns trailing down the sides of his face. When he was human, he used to had to wear glasses.. but now, his bright green eyes were way past twentytwenty. That night they had locked onto a pretty young thing. Being a beast of a creature, there were few things on his mind other then getting into someone pants. Sometimes he even made a game of it, challenging himself to how long it would take before he had a woman underneath him. Yes, he had quite the ego from time to time. Back to that lady he set his sights on.. things were going well. He had set his goal for under twenty minutes. It took him ten to discover that piece of ass was well taken.. and he found out in the form of a punch to the face. Now, a calm, collected lad like himself might shake this off. Be the better man. But under that gentlemen's coat was a seriously twisted sadist. He had grabbed the other man's shirt then dragged him out the nearest door. There was some noise, and it got louder as the fight got more violent.. but it was over quick. Wesley had grabbed the smaller man, three inches shorter then his six foot even frame, gripped the back of his head.. then slammed his forehead into the side of the house. And that, as they say, was that, and he came strolling back into the house, nothing but a little blood smear on his shirt as the evidence. As for Basil? Mentioned before, he'd gotten lucky early on, and this man didn't have a protective boyfriend to take him out. So he grabbed the guy's sleeve and dragged him upstairs, one thing on their minds. The only problem he had with getting into peoples pants was the fact those pants were always in the men's sizes. He was a looker, most lycans were, for some reason or another. He had golden blonde hair, it almost fell to his shoulders, curling in around his chin. Sometimes he kept it pulled into a pony tail, or clipped his bangs out of his baby brown eyes. His face was paler then most, and when out in the sun, his freckles shown on his cheeks and shoulders.. and other parts that don't see the sun that often. The door had been locked, and it wasn't long before the deed was done.. of course there was loud, passionate cries inbetween, but it wasn't a long, drawn out affair. A quick fuck against the wall, because he wanted to be nice and not mess up the bed. The door open and he and the man parted way, each going to a different end of the hall, both satisfied. Basil was deshelved, button his shirt as he walked, then running his fingers through his hair so he didn't look as if he had just been pounced upon. He headed down the stairs, licking his lips to taste some of the essence of his soon to be forgotten lover.