Thread: My Lover The Werewolf

faithviper said Brown eyes where half lidded as a young man slowly walked down the dark streets alone, his name was Jakob Moore and he was on his way home from a double shift at the bar he worked at and he was ready to go to bed. What was I thinking, agreeing to take a double shift. He said as he ran his fingers through his short brown hair, he was ready to go to sleep after working from 5 at night till 2 in the morning, not to mention he hated to walk home all alone in the dark since you never know who could pop out of no where at you. Just as Jakob had that thought, a hand suddenly reached out from a dark ailie way and dragged him in, covering his mouth just as he started to yell for help. Keep your mouth shut boy and you may live through this. The man holding him growled before he pushed him up against the brick building and started to undo his own pants, Jakob was shaking with fear as he closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of someting else. Click to expand... Golden hazel eyes shone in the moonlight as heavy black boots stepped along the sidewalk, sounds of chains on his black pants clanging with each step. The sounds stopped as he reached the alley where he had seen a boy being dragged into and turned to face down it, seeing a thug trying to assrape the boy now. He watched for a moment with his arms crossed across his tight black t-shirt, a blank look on his face. When the man finally took notice of the onlooker and turned to face him, Gavin's eyebrows slowly turned inwards in annoyance, almost as if he was about to enjoy the show. What are you doing there? Gavin finally asked the man in a deep voice, his stance and expression not changing. The man slowly pulled his pants back up and spat out to the side before running up to Gavin and throwing a punch towards his face. Gavin dodged it with ease and jammed the guy with a return punch in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him as he collapsed onto the ground. As he returned the punch to the guy, his eyes looked straight at the boy there whose pants had been undone by the guy now trying to regain his ability to breath. Gavin slowly took steps towards the boy with the same expression on his face and stopped just in front of him. He took a quick glance down the boy's figure then back to his eyes and his lips twisted into a bit of a grin. As he was about to speak, he heard a curse behind him and something metal being pulled out as the guy behind stood up and pulled out a knife. Gavin smirked slightly and let out a single sound as he grabbed the hand that tried to jab the knife into him then slowly turned around to face him, twisting his arm around. You should apologize to this boy. He said in almost a mocking manner to the guy who yelped in pain and tried to release himself from Gavin's tight grasp. If you really wanted to have sex, you could have just asked him instead. Hell, if you really do want it, he grabbed the guy's shoulder and leaned in close to finish in only a quiet voice, I'd be happy to fuck your ass until you break. He began to loosen his grip on the man to push him away, no sooner when the guy jerked his arm with the knife and managed to land a bit of a cut on Gavin's cheek. His smirk turned into a dark glare as a bit of blood ran down his cheek, his eyes never leaving the man who cut him. The man was starting to get even more scared and jumpy and, as soon as Gavin started to take slow steps towards him, the man ran off as fast as he possibly could. Gavin's eyes watched after the man with an intense death glare. 'I'll remember your smell, bitch.' He thought after as he stood there a moment longer. Remembering the presence of the cute boy in the alley, Gavin turned his head first, his body following, to face him. What's your name, boy? He asked in a demanding tone as the glare temporarily remained fixed on his face, the bit of blood still trickling down as Gavin seemed to pay no attention to it.