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[zenless]

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for lycaon at moonhunter.

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[zenless]

[ When he leaves his house — the video store — he locks the door behind him and stows his keys in his jacket pocket. His phone is in his other pocket, but he won't be using it, really. He's already made his plans. Belle knows that he'll be out all night and won't be coming home; he didn't say why, but they're both adults, and she can probably guess. Fairy will tell her if she really can't figure it out.

Von Lycaon must be somewhere watching. But for the sake of the fantasy, Wise will pretend he doesn't know that he's being watched.

He makes his way down the nearly empty blocks of Sixth Street. Almost every store has cleared out by now, except Waterfall Soup, where General Chop is still taking care of his cooler stock at this hour of the night; Wise gives him a friendly nod as he walks past. The neighborhood cat, Inky, follows Wise cautiously for a few blocks before jumping around to the back streets.

Wise keeps walking. Down, down, past darker city blocks and ominously empty alleyways. He thinks about the kind of target he makes right now: a handsome young man, friendless and alone in the middle of the night.

Calmly, he pulls out his phone to check his city map. The building he's headed to is an empty luxury high-rise that once operated under the name Hotel Angelus. ]

[moonhunter]

[ Lycaon spots Wise immediately, once he leaves Random Play. He's a few blocks away, leaning against a telephone pole, arms crossed over his chest and waiting. He's changed his outfit from his usual outfit to a pair of black pants and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up. It makes him look the part for their little fantasy tonight and though that wasn't his intention, he thinks Wise will like it when they eventually do meet.

But for now, it's a matter of his instincts coming to play. He can see him, even from this far off, but what he's going to focus on is tracking him by his scent. He knows the end goal of this but he doesn't know the route Wise is going to take. That's the challenge here. So, when Wise starts to move, so does Lycaon.

He picks up on Wise's scent immediately, even from this far off — he's so focused on it that he knows he could pick up Wise's scent from the middle of a crowded Lumina Square if he had to, so this doesn't surprise him. For now, he follows the scent, even when he loses Wise visually when he turns a corner or two, Lycaon is still on him.

It takes until they get off of Sixth Street for Lycaon to get a little excited now. Because he doesn't know what path Wise is taking, doesn't know where this will lead. He truly is tracking his prey. He wonders if Wise feels the same just yet, the fear and the anticipation of being prey. Lycaon's mouth waters as he sniffs the air for Wise's scent and lets it wash over him, he wants more of it already.

But for now, he continues to track. ]

[zenless]

[ It really just feels like a normal night out on the town for Wise — at least, up until he turns the corner down a darker alley, and then all the hair on the back of his neck seems to prickle.

He probably wouldn't notice that he was being stalked if not for the fact that he knows he's being stalked. After all, it's what he agreed to do, with Lycaon, tonight. He turns around and looks over his shoulder to see if he can catch a glimpse of the Thiren, but no, there's nothing but the empty city streets behind him, and a paper bag cartwheeling across the asphalt on the breeze.

it's a funny feeling. He knows he's being followed, consensually if nothing else, and yet — the unease. The sense of fear. They do set in. It can be frightening, to be a beautiful young man all alone in the darkness. It can be frightening, to be someone's prey.

But: no. This is still too close to the heart of Sixth Street to be the appropriate place to strike. This part of town is just too open; there's too much of a risk of being caught.

Like all hunters, Lycaon will have to wait.

Wise takes Lycaon down a few blocks. Past a long freeway, through to a different neighborhood. The gates of the Angelus beckon him inward. Things have already been arranged for him, and he slides through the defunct hotel's still-working security without much fuss. (Rina helped, though she wasn't told much more than that Wise and Lycaon needed the building for a meeting, and she's well-trained enough not to ask.)

How does he look, from behind? So slender; so weak; so friendless and alone. His scent: rich and woodsy, beneath the sweeter smell of soap and shampoo. Peach blossoms. He has a taste for surprisingly appetizing fragrances.

The hotel has sat in darkness for years, though tonight it's dimly lit. (Mood lighting and cleaning courtesy of Rina, of course.) He makes his way over to the receptionist's desk; a key card has been set out for him. Wordlessly, he picks it up.

A sound from behind him startles him. Reflexively, though on some level he knows it's just Lycaon, he turns to look — because what if it's not just Lycaon? What if it's some other beast in the night? ]

[moonhunter]

[ Lycaon underestimated what tracking Wise like this would do for him. He thought it'd feel good, play into his instincts a little, but it's left him aching faster than he anticipated. There's a heat in his gut and saliva in his mouth as he continues to follow Wise. Because despite the appetizing flavors of Wise's scent — there's also something else underneath it. A bit of fear. If this wasn't a controlled hunt, if this wasn't the two of them doing this on purpose, he might have jumped out of the darkness in order to soothe away the sour scent.

Instead, tonight that's what he wants. He stifles back a growl as his teeth ache in his mouth with the need to bite and his whole being wants to drag Wise away into an empty corner and devour his scent. God, he wants him, and they haven't even reached the hotel yet.

So, Lycaon is careful but laser focused as Wise traverses the streets and leads him to the Angelus. All his senses are at alert and his nose is doing the hard work of tracking Wise through the empty streets. They even run into a few people here and there but no one puts together the lone young man with the wolf thiren many blocks away.

But his laser focus does trip him up eventually. After Wise enters the hotel, Lycaon picks up the pace a little to follow him inside. It's towards the doors that he startles a nearby cat, the cat yowling and diving into the open door of the Angelus. Through the darkness, Lycaon can spot Wise's shadow jolting with surprise from a distance away. It makes Lycaon duck back into cover, not wanting to be spotted just yet.

He waits for Wise to settle first before he crosses the last bit of distance and slips into the hotel, after Wise has already moved on from reception. He wonders how Wise is going to lead him to the room — through the stairs, certainly? And he wonders if Wise wants him to catch him before he gets to the room. Both are appealing options, the idea of grabbing him when he's just in the hallway and dragging him to the room or pouncing him when he's in the room and thinks he's safe. He has an idea of covering Wise's eyes and taking him from behind when he can't quite tell if it's Lycaon or not.

Ah... what a good hunt this has been. ]

[zenless]

[ Just a cat, Wise tells himself, but he doesn't feel wholly reassured by that discovery. He's shocked to find himself so tense and jumpy. Even though he knows that Lycaon has to be somewhere behind him — even though what they're doing has been pre-arranged in advance — he still feels exactly the way he would if he didn't know exactly who the beast in the night was. He feels like prey.

When will Lycaon come for him? When is he going to feel the intoxicating fear and pleasure of being taken by force?

Not knowing is going to be the death of him. When they planned this together, Wise forgot about one thing: he hates not knowing when something will come, and they never made plans about when Lycaon would strike. The more tense he feels, the more the arousal builds inside of him, too — sour and sweet, all at once. There's a part of him that wants Lycaon to pounce out of the darkness and simply ravage him on the stone tiles by the reception desk.

(A dirty-minded fantasy seizes him; he shivers involuntarily at the flavor of it. He wants to feel Lycaon's massive cock plunge into him, wants to lose himself in the pleasure of being claimed. When, when, when...)

Regardless. The lobby of the hotel is not the right place to be settling down for this. With a nervous jitter in his limbs, Wise grabs the keycard with half a thought about whether or not he'll find that cat in the building before the night is over, and then makes his way to the room that Victoria Housekeeping set aside for them — 204.

It's only one floor up, so he takes the stairs. Still grand even in darkened splendor; Rina only left enough lights on to ensure that Wise can get around comfortably, but it's mostly dark in the hotel hallways, and Wise finds himself swallowing on a dry throat as he starts thinking that every imagined flicker of movement in the dark is his Lycaon.

He presses the keycard to the reader outside of the door. The lock clicks open. He pulls the door open, steps inside, looking briefly at the dimly-lit bed and accompanying furnishings, while the door stands ajar behind him — ]

[moonhunter]

[ It's time.

Lycaon knew it before Wise even got to the bedroom because despite the fear he could scent coming off of his boy, he also smelled something else. Arousal. He doesn't know what's going on in Wise's mind as he navigates the dark hotel, but he does know that Wise must be thinking of what Lycaon will do to him, the same dirty thoughts Lycaon can't help but have himself. He wants Wise and it's clear in the way his cock stiffens in his pants, the tip of his cock pressing out of its sheath and needing to extend all the way, needing to press inside of Wise and take him.

It's why all Wise will hear before Lycaon pounces is a low growl in the darkness before Lycaon rushes into the room, one hand on Wise's mouth to muffle any screaming while the other goes around his waist and grips his body to Lycaon's chest. There's another growl and Lycaon tilts Wise's head to the side, dragging his tongue across his throat. The taste of fear and arousal is so potent that all Lycaon can do is groan, helplessly aroused.

Wise might fight him, might thrash, not an unexpected response from being grabbed like this. But Lycaon is already rushing towards the bed to toss Wise's smaller body onto the mattress. Then he's pouncing, before Wise can turn to face him, to pin the manager to the mattress and grind his erect cock against Wise's ass through the fabric of their pants. All while he mouths and sucks at Wise's throat, drinking in the scent of him. ]

[zenless]

[ For a moment — and rightly so — Wise is terrified.

There's no other reaction you can have, to being muffled and snatched up and tasted by a beast. The thick fingers pressed against his lips, holding his jaw in place; the barest movement of a hand that forces his neck to one side so that a hot, wet tongue can lick over it — all of these things, rushing at once, faster than Wise can even react to — they're frightening even when it's wanted. Not for the rfirst time, it occurs to Wise that Lycaon could break him, if only he ever wanted to.

He doesn't quite fight or thrash — this ishuge. He's always been large, but in the moment, when he's this forceful — oh, it's intoxicating. The predator in pursuit has caught him at last, and he's going to be devoured. The thought sends a thrill through his lower body, coiling in the pit of his stomach: wanton arousal.

Despite the fear still coursing through his veins, Wise finds himself grinding back against that beastly cock now nestled against his ass.

He tries to say something, but it's muffled; he's making the sweetest little whines. The hot tongue, the wet maw of a beast licking at the thin skin of his neck, as if to test how easily it would break if only Lycaon sunk his fangs in. It's heavenly, even as it's terrifying. ]