A deep soft throaty growl left Mark as he moved his two fingers inside Jack's tight ass. Jack's nails dug into Mark's elbow with every muffled moan. His hips grinding against the mattress with an aching need for friction to his front. Mark had to swallow to keep himself from drooling. He'd never been with a guy that made so many intoxicating noises. The wolf in him was clawing at the surface of his control. Desperate to sink its teeth into his soft flesh and lay into him like a horny beast. Taking deep breaths, he tried to keep himself under control. He didn't want to scare Jack... but it was difficult when he teased him by acting like submissive prey. Leaning over him, Mark grazed his teeth over his ass cheek, easing off him when he felt his canines grow out to try piercing the flesh. Jack jerked beneath with a little muffled squeal, his free leg trying to get leverage to rise the rest of him up onto his knees, but Mark didn't let him. Sliding his free hand over his ass cheek, Mark playfully smacked his ass and growled out. "I'm not letting you up. Not yet." Jack rose up on his elbows, bowing his head between his arms as he moaned and panted heavily. He was so restless.

Mark stared at Jack's back, moving his fingers a little faster. Jack's back muscles tensed, and his slender arms flexed hard to show that he did have nice arms. A wolfish grin pulled at Mark's lips, watching Jack's loose bangs fall over his eyes as he restlessly shifted his torso on the mattress. Keeping his leg trapped a bit tighter, Mark slid his free hand along Jack's side and over his back to stroke it. His fingers ran along his spine for a bit, watching his back arch and move to his touch like a wave of water. Then sliding his hand up to the back of Jack's neck, he gently grabbed his neck. Jack lifted his head off the mattress, tilting his head back with a strange content moan that made Mark's vision blur for a second or two as his eyes changed. Unable to stop himself, Mark shifted his body over him on all fours. His hand pushing Jack's neck down to the mattress as his legs moved between Jack's. Jack whimpered as Mark removed his fingers from his ass to lay over him. Sliding his hand from the back of Jack's neck to wrap around to hold the front of his neck in a light but firm grip, he slowly eased his other hand under Jack's hips. Jack gasped, his hands slamming out against the headboard to push back into him.

Grasping Jack's cock, Mark stroked it possessively as he started hungrily kissing the back of Jack's shoulder. Jack tried to look at him, but Mark adjusted his fingers on his neck to keep his jaw from turning into his way. Licking his exposed shoulder, Mark felt the overwhelming desire to bite him. Jack's hips grinded against his hand, his strained needy moans spurring Mark on. Teasing him. Practically begging him for more. Mark's lips curled back with resistance to reveal his teeth. He tried to resist the urge, but his teeth were inching closer to his flesh. His jaw quivered as it opened wider, a small whine tearing from his throat as he realized he couldn't stop himself. The smell of Jack's sudden strong sexual pheromones hit him so hard that he lost himself for the briefest of seconds. Resulting in his teeth sinking into the soft flesh at the base of Jack's neck. Jack let out a pained moan and Mark's eyes shot open as he felt his blood fill his mouth. His blood tingled his mouth with an unusual sensation, but it was the taste that confused him. Blood tasted like copper normally... but Jack's tasted more like... strawberries and cream. He sank his teeth a bit deeper, causing Jack to strain out. "Ow! Mark...?" Mark adjusted his hips and cupped Jack's crotch to heft him up onto his knees under him.

Keeping his teeth buried in his flesh, Mark kept Jack's chest pinned to the mattress. Jack's hand reached back to claw at Mark's side, a sharp yelp leaving him as Mark entered him. Jack's breaths became a bit strained as Mark slowly rocked over him. Mark could see what he was doing but couldn't stop. His body wasn't taking commands, it had gone completely primal and instinctive on him. Jack moaned as Mark's hand rubbed his crotch in time with his thrusts. Managing to get a breath, Jack moved his hand to run his fingers through Mark's wet hair. At his touch, Mark stilled over him. Jack took a second to breathe, before cooing out sweetly to him. "Mark? You're hurting me. Ease up. Please?" A distressed whine left Mark's throat and slowly Mark felt the fog fade from his limbs. Easing his teeth from his flesh, Mark licked the bleeding wound and released Jack's neck. He hadn't realized that his nails had pressed into Jack's neck too. Taking a shaky breath, Mark inched up onto all fours to let him up. Sensing that he was retreating, Jack quickly cupped his neck to keep him from sitting up and away from his back. Turning his head toward Mark, Jack whispered lovingly over his shoulder to him. "Hey, it's ok. I'm ok."

Mark shook his head, but Jack pressed his lips to his in a tender comforting kiss. Mark closed his eyes, enjoying it despite tasting Jack's blood still on his tongue. During the kiss, Mark felt a powerful shiver course through him... but he wasn't from the cold. Jerking his eyes open as he realized what it possibly was, he shook a little. Had his blood just cured him? Other than the shiver, he didn't feel any different. Easing over onto his back, Jack reached up to wrap his arms around his neck. Mark was frozen to the spot as he tried to process how he felt about being cured. Did Jack not realize it? What would this mean for him? He didn't know if he wanted to be without the wolf. He liked being himself. Rising up into him, Jack whispered against his lips. "Hey? Are you ok?" Mark nodded but couldn't answer. Trying not to ruin Jack's first time, he kissed him and laid down over him carefully. Jack smiled into their kiss, his legs sliding along Mark's as his knees pressed on either side of his hips. Breaking the kiss, Jack asked him gently. "Mark, my blood... Did it-?" Mark kissed him to silence him. He didn't want to think about it.

Breaking the kiss, he spit into his hand and prepped Jack better before reentering him. This time, Jack arched with a wince but didn't cry out in pain. Moving much slower, Mark kissed Jack's hurt shoulder lovingly as he made love to him. After a minute or so of wincing, Jack started to moan and get back into it. His nails clawing down Mark's back as he panted out. "Mark? I... Something is... AHHH!" Feeling and hearing his climax hit, set Mark off with a deep throaty growl of his own. The growl so primal that Mark was a bit spooked by it. The wolf was still in him. Muted but there. Was he not cured? How? The questions spiraled in his mind as he panted over Jack's shoulder. Beneath him, Jack trembled a little as he breathlessly exhaled out. "How did you manage to do that standing up...?" Chuckling close to his neck, Mark whispered to him just as breathlessly. "I don't know. You do what you have to when you want it bad enough." Rolling off Jack, Mark propped himself up next to him to see how badly he had hurt him. Reaching out to touch Jack's bruised neck and wounded shoulder, he internally scolded himself.

Jack stopped his hand by taking ahold of his wrist and telling him comfortingly. "I'm ok. Don't blame yourself. You did warn me." Mark shook his head, mumbling out grimly. "I've never lost control like that... I don't know what happened." Jack smirked, then turned to face him as he asked with concern. "You had control enough to stop when I asked. Maybe you just got a little excited too." Mark just shrugged, prompting Jack to add gently. "Do you feel... different now? Cured?" Mark looked over his hand, shaking his head as he whispered out. "No. It's weird... I don't understand it." Jack's brows furrowed as he looked him over and tried to think of the reason. Stiffly sitting up, Mark slid off the bed to collect their clothes. Tossing Jack's on the bed, he reluctantly looked over the nightgown debating whether to put it back on or not. Anxiously taking his clothes, Jack asked him hopefully. "Mark? You're gonna stay in bed with me... right? Just for... a bit longer?" Smirking, Mark tossed the nightgown onto the footboard and playfully told him. "Aren't you worried about your Granny catching us in bed together?"

Blushing, Jack mumbled out shyly. "Yes... but... It just feels... I'd feel better if you just didn't go anywhere just yet." Leaning over the bed, Mark brought his lips to Jack's and teased out with a smile. "So you like to cuddle after sex?" Jack blushed so hard that the tips of his ears burned. Brushing his lips over Jack's, he started to go in for a kiss until a familiar scent caught his nose. Turning away from Jack's lips, he whispered to him in a sudden serious tone. "Put your clothes on and get down." Jack stilled, whispering back in a timid whisper of a voice. "Mark? What's wrong?" Tensing up, Mark's vision blurred a second as his vision changed to one that adapted to the dim lighting better. Glaring at the door, Mark let out a low defensive growl. Soft footsteps shuffled through the snow and up onto the porch, causing Mark to reach out and grab Jack's arm. Pulling Jack carefully off the bed, Jack dressed clumsily as he whispered out with worry. "Mark, don't. It could be Granny." Nudging Jack behind him, he growled out darkly. "It's not Granny." Just outside the door, a soft knocking came as a male voice teased out eerily. "Granny...? Let me in?"

Jack backed up into the wall, asking nervously. "Who are you?" The man outside didn't say anything for a moment, but Mark could hear him sniffing the door. After a minute, the man rattled the handle to find the door was bolted, before answering playfully. "Little pig. Little pig. Let me in. Or I'll bust my way in!" Gasping, Jack uttered out under his breath. "It's a wolf." Crawling up onto the bed, Mark braced himself to lunge at him if he broke in. Jack rushed to the fireplace to grab a poker, when the locked shutter shattered off its hinges toward him. Leaping off the bed, Mark grabbed Jack and pushed him up against a wall to protect him. The pieces of the shattered shutter clattered around Mark's feet and bounced off his side, but nothing injured him or Jack. Mark growled as he looked to the open window, expecting the man to jump in. When he didn't and things went quiet, Mark pulled from Jack to investigate the window. Jack tried to stop him, but Mark carefully inched over to peek out without leaning out the window. He couldn't hear him, but his smell was still fresh in the air. Backing up, Mark told Jack softly. "Move over there. Quickly."

Jack didn't argue as he ran to the closet and closed himself in with his poker. As Jack's feet dashed across the wooden floor, Mark heard something on the roof move with him. The man was clearly an experienced hunter. Moving only as his prey moved to hide his moments. Going still, Mark waited to hear him as things went quiet. He didn't understand what he was doing. Was he trying to scare them? Mark jumped as water suddenly rushed down the chimney and snuffed the fireplace with a load hiss! Mark growled, waiting for anything to suddenly happen. Something heavy hit the porch and Mark jumped toward the window to defend it. Upon seeing the wet wooden bucket, Mark whirred around to find Darcy creeping soundlessly out of the fireplace covered in ash. Darcy's human body was naked, and his front was covered in dried blood that looked like it came from whatever he'd been eating. Darcy flashed him a look at his bloodstained teeth, asking him through a menacing purr. "Where's the moonchild, Mark? I just wanna play with his insides." Mark growled at him in a challenge. Any werewolf worth anything would accept it to show dominance. Instead, Darcy sniffed the air, his attention going to the closet before he grinned.

Mark watched him turn to the closet, completely ignoring his challenge to go after Jack. Darcy rushed to the closet, but just as he reached it, Mark leapt over the bed to slam him into the wall by the closet. Darcy elbow him in the ribs, then leaned in to go for his throat! Mark risked dropping to the ground, grabbing his arm as he went to flip Darcy into the bedframe. Darcy yelped, trying to yank his arm back. Mark seized the moment to kick Darcy in the neck and ribs to stun him or break bones. Whatever came first. Darcy took the blows to his ribs, before using the bedframe to shove off and onto him! The bed squealed as it shifted against the floor from his weight, causing him to flinch from the sharp pitch of it. Landing on him, Darcy went straight for his throat. Holding him at bay, Darcy sneered down to him as he kept the pressure on him to reach his throat. "I knew you wouldn't have the balls to kill him, Half-breed! You're no wolf! You're a pet! And I'm going to put you down like the DOG YOU ARE!" Mark put an arm up to help push him up away from his throat, only to yelp as Darcy sank his teeth into the flesh of his arm.

Darcy snarled, tugging and thrashing on his arm like an animal as he tried to tear his flesh off. Grabbing his throat, Mark tried to choke him with one hand through his own pain. Blood ran down Mark's arm, causing Mark to panic a little. The closet then burst open, and Jack yelled out angrily at Darcy. "HEY! ARSEHOLE!" Darcy stopped thrashing, his attention going to Jack. Jack lifted his poker, snapping out bitterly. "Your mother fucked cats!" Darcy backhanded Mark to force him to release his neck, then rose as he growled out to Jack. "I'm gonna rip your gut open with my nails and watch you bleed." Darcy leapt toward Jack and Jack lunged his poker at Darcy. Darcy saw it coming. Dodging quickly, he grabbed the poker and leaned closer to Jack to growl out. "You're scared... but not as scared as you're going to be." Yanking the poker from him, Darcy spun it around to take a stab at him with it. Jack jumped across the bed as the poker impaled itself into the headboard just above his back. Scrambling off the bed, Jack screamed out Mark's name as he tried to make a run for the door. Reaching the door, Jack unbolted it before Darcy grabbed him by his neck and slammed him up against it.

Pinning him to the door, Darcy raised his free hand to extend out his nails toward Jack's throat. His hot breath puffing against his ear as he told him darkly. "Any last words, Moonchild?" Jack looked back at Darcy, but his eyes shifted to Mark as he said his name softly. Darcy chuckled, until Mark grabbed Darcy's neck and slammed his face into the metal bolt across the door. Stunning him, Mark yanked him back from Jack and tossed him to the floor. Jack panted hard, opening the door to the cabin as he pleaded with Mark. "Let's go!" Mark glanced between Jack and Darcy, before doing a double take and yelling Jack's name. Jack barely took a step outside, when Geralf grabbed him and put a small hand ax to his ribs. Mark snarled at him, moving closer, until Geralf yelled out. "Stay back! I'll cut him to coat the blade in blood before taking you with it!" Mark skidded to a stop, locking eyes with Geralf. Geralf grinned, telling him excitedly. "Here's what's going to happen. The Hunter's Moon is going to rise any minute... and when it does... I'm gonna cut out his heart and you are going to help me free my lover from this curse."

Mark raised an eyebrow in confusion, until Darcy got up behind him and growled out bitterly. "I don't want it! What don't you get about that, Geralf!" To Be Continued...