Death in the Shadows - 18. Chapter 18: First Fling

Being led up the stairs, Dirk was eye-level with Ingle’s butt. It swayed hypnotically with every step. There was even a faint jiggle. The bear wanted nothing more than to rip the lycan’s clothes off. No, too soon.

But want!

I know, but I want equal give and take with this. At the landing, they pivoted to the right. Ingle opened a door, and Dirk’s nose was blasted once more. Oh, hell…

Despite the made bed and spotless furniture, the room smelled lived in. The carpet, the walls, and definitely the sheets. Dirk growled as he assumed one of the odors was from his destined’s spunk. So he jacks off a lot. Hot.

The second he entered the threshold, the door slammed and Ingle pressed against his chest. Their lips were centimeters away. The heat from the wolf’s body intoxicated Dirk. He gently put his hands on Ingle’s hips as he studied the man’s face. The eyes were the most exotic pair he had ever seen. Light-brown, but even in the unlit room, they had a natural glow against his amber skin.

Hands caressed his sides. “This is…” Ingle whispered, “This is so weird.”

There was no argument. “Maybe we keep things light?”

Ingle’s luscious lips landed. Both men’s eyes were still open, but as their tongues began dancing, Dirk steadily closed his. Before they shut, he saw Ingle’s following suit. Solely focused on feeling his partner, he explored. Palming one of Ingle’s pecs, his bear clicked its tongue. Strong, but a little squishy. I could play with these.

They broke away for a moment to catch their breath. The wolf’s growl sounded low. “Thought you were staying on first?”

Dirk neared, preparing for another round. “I never said anything about second base.” He fondled the man’s grip on his hips, and guided them under the hem of his shirt. “Touch me.”

The lycan obeyed. They shared another kiss before Dirk’s shirt was lifted over his head. Ingle leaned back and traced the tattoo. Starting at the neck, the finesse used had Dirk on edge. When it split off at the shoulder, the wolf used both hands in admiration. “What made you get this thing?”

“I was young and dumb.”

The man’s one-sided smile caused Dirk’s dick to twitch. “It looks sexy as fuck when it peeks out your collar.”

“Didn’t know you were looking.” Pain shot from his left nipple, causing him to yelp. “What was that for?”

“Huh,” Ingle said, “boy and girl tits work the same.”

The bear growled, closing the gap again. “No shit, Sherlock. Just because of that, I’m having second thoughts about stealing third.”

The threat was recognized as Ingle snorted. Peeling the lycan’s shirt off, Dirk salivated. He’s completely shredded. Is… “Is that a ten-pack?”

“Go a little further down, you’ll see it’s a twelve-pack.”

“Twelve-pack with a free sausage?”

“Bingo.”

Guiding the man backwards, Dirk savored having Ingle in front. His bear was going nuts. “Ing? You…”

“Yeah?”

He licked his lips as he sat the destined on the bed’s corner. The desire was there. He told himself he would stop himself, but the urge was too strong. He looked into Ingle’s eyes and dropped to his knees. “I really want to suck your dick.”

Ingle blinked wildly. He scooted forward and stared Dirk in the eyes. “What happened to second?”

“I…” Dirk swallowed hard. “I-I want to mark what’s mine.” He lowered his gaze, and his breath quickened. Ingle’s dickprint was impressive. Before he could paw at it, he clenched his fists. “I need to know if you’re okay with that.”

The man smirked. “You really want it, don’t you?”

Ingle’s cockiness felt like a challenge. “Just want to prove Vincent’s theory.”

“Oh?”

Remaining on his knees, he rose and looped a finger on the detective’s belt. Earning a nod from Ingle, Dirk unfastened it, popped the jeans button, and pulled the man’s pants down. Licking his lips, the bear fought the internal intimidation.

Ingle was endowed.

Holy shit…

The hilt was thin, but as Dirk followed along, the shaft grew in width. The man was obviously turned on, but from the weight, Ingle’s cock was leaning downwards. It looks like a gods-be-damned baseball bat. That thing’s gonna… It’ll be inside me at some point. Glancing at his mate, the man was propped up by his hands, surely waiting for Dirk’s next move. Vincent, I hope you’re right about this shit.

With utmost care, he wrapped his hand around it, thumbing the massive vein underneath. It was warm to the touch, but Dirk remembered his magic could be affecting his senses. The skin’s probably scorching to a normal person. Keeping an eye on Ingle’s face, he saw a hint of what his alpha promised him. His breathing’s quickening.

Yes. Alpha right.

He growled to himself. I’m in complete control. Ever so lightly, he tightened his grip and pumped, never taking his gaze off Ingle. The man’s mouth opened, revealing the lycan was pleased. Oh, come on. You can give me more than that. Challenging himself, he was determined to incite a moan.

Adding a twist of the wrist, he earned it.

“Fuck,” whispered Ingle.

As he worked, Dirk felt a trickle of moisture on his hand. Looking up, the cock was starting to weep. Without thinking, he held it by the hilt and swiped at it with his tongue. Hearing the wolf suck in air, Dirk knew he was in charge. “Head’s up, Vincent was right.”

“Y-yeah? About what?”

“There’s power in being on bottom.” When Ingle gave a scrutinized face, Dirk stared at the man and licked again. He grinned as the body shivered. “I have you, and I can do whatever I want to you.”

Seeing Ingle clutch the comforter satisfied his bear. He powerless. Want more mate.

Feels so weird. We’re sucking a dick, but I’ve never felt so in control of a situation. I… I kind of like it.

Remember what alpha say.

Right. Do what I like when I masturbate. Kind of hard to do when he’s longer than me though.

No. It challenge.

Fueled by ambition, Dirk lapped Ingle, stopping at the head. Wrapping his lips around it, he studied the man’s reaction. He’s too posed. Remaining in place, he swirled his tongue. The sensitive skin in his mouth felt natural. It’s so hard. I like it. I can feel how turned on he is.

He slid the cock further into his mouth. Sheathing his teeth behind his lips, Dirk focused on his performance. It was obvious he could not fit the whole thing in. As his muscles relaxed, his confidence boosted. This isn’t so bad. It’s like… Finishing the thought, he popped off Ingle and chuckled.

Ingle panted, “What… What’s so funny?”

“Just realized I’m sucking on a human lollipop.”

The lycan shook his head and snorted. “Had to go and ruin it. I was getting pretty close.”

Close? He stared at the skin-candy with a new urge. Determined, Dirk resumed, earning encouragement in the form of hums and hushed expletives. I was nearly there.

“Shit,” mumbled Ingle. “That’s it.”

Dirk palmed the pubic area, looping his index finger and thumb around the hilt. Another minute passed, and the bear wanted results. On his next bob, he pressed his tongue against the dick’s underside; one of his own preferences.

“Shit… Shit, shit shit. I-I’m…”

Pride filled Dirk’s heart. I have him babbling like a baby. When Ingle rubbed his shaven head, a strange sense of ownership flowed inside. He still owned control, but he also felt vulnerable. Taken. He felt taken, and his bear liked it.

The wolf’s fingers tensed. “D-Dirk…”

If Ingle meant to give a warning, it was too late. A warm spurt hit the back of Dirk’s throat, surprising him. Instinctively, he swallowed. From the initial taste, he couldn’t tell if it was good or not. Another volley came, and he let it pool before gulping. Thick. Glancing at Ingle again, the man looked spent and exhausted. Dirk squinted in satisfaction. I felt taken, but he’s the one that was actually taken. With a final lick, he knelt and marveled. “That… That was pretty cool.”

“C-cool? Man… You just blew my mind. That was better than any girl.”

Hearing he was incomparable comforted him, yet bothered him. He didn’t want Ingle to even think about former playmates. Rising, Dirk’s jeans felt tight. “Really? So, not bad for a first time with a cock in my mouth?”

Ingle stood and held Dirk’s hips. “That was hot. But I got a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Any tips? Mason didn’t cover blowjobs when we talked.”

Following the insinuation, Dirk growled and kissed his mate. It was deep and passionate. The two maneuvered onto the bed as Ingle pawed at Dirk’s pants. When the wolf sucked on his neck, Dirk gasped. “D-do…”

“Do what?” Ingle’s eyes begged for an answer as his body trembled.

“Do what comes naturally. And watch the teeth.”

The lycan grinned toothily, licked his upper lip, then continued on the bear’s neck. With Ingle on top, Dirk felt both in and out of control. While the man was above, he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and shifted his pants down. Ingle must have gotten the picture and assisted.

Both were now completely naked. Curling a finger, Dirk signaled he wanted the wolf to return. The sculpted man slinked closer, sitting between the bear’s member and belly. Fondling Dirk’s chest, Ingle's throat rumbled. “It’s so different than what I’m—”

Raising a finger, Dirk shushed him. “I get it; I’m not a chick. We’re exploring each other.”

“Testy?”

“You’re my mate. I don’t like being compared to who you’ve fucked before me. I don’t have a vag, but I still got boobs and an ass.”

Ingle snickered, then rubbed Dirk’s patchy stomach. “You’re really okay with this, aren’t you?”

“You’re asking that now? Wasn’t me sucking you off the dead-giveaway?”

“Shit, yeah. You able to keep your bear in line when we’re working?”

“That’s a two-way street. I can; can you?”

The man’s hand roamed to Dirk’s nipple. “If I can get this every night… Hell yeah.”

“I thought you were sucking my cock?”

Shaking his head, Ingle rubbed his ass in place. “I’m explorin’. Give me a damn minute, big boy.”

Putting his arms behind his head, Dirk got cozy. “Pitter patter.”

He watched as Ingle poked, prodded, squeezed, and massaged across his chest. Dirk’s cock demanded attention, but he put it out of mind. I was willing to go all in. He’s still a little hesitant. It’s the least I can do for him. When Ingle admired the delta’s large biceps, he snarkily pointed out the pit hair needed a trim, to which Dirk agreed to do. Compromises were asked for equally. Slowly, the lycan was scooting back. Eventually, contact was made between ass and dick.

Ingle didn’t move up. “You know, that’s what Mason talked to me about. It was the first thing my wolf objected to.”

“Taking it?”

“Yeah. Alpha was pretty blunt about it all, but he told me to be open-minded.”

“Vin said Mace was against it too. We can wait on that.” Tracing Ingle’s abs, Dirk needed to reassure his partner. “This whole thing might be set in stone, but I’d like to go through this together.”

Ingle smiled as he lifted up. “Got it. Still…”

The lycan sat gently on Dirk’s cock. The bear grabbed Ingle’s hips. “Whoa, hold up! Jeez, you need lube for that.”

“I know that. Just… Getting a feel for it.”

Relieved to hear his mate wasn’t insane, Dirk allowed Ingle the attempt. The warmth on the tip was intoxicating. “Careful. I don’t have a baseball bat like you, but I’m still big.”

Rising, Ingle laughed and knelt between the ursus’ legs. “No shit. You got a damn soda can down here. You should trim down there too, by the way.”

“It keeps me warm,” he jokingly protested.

“Nah, that’s my job now.”

Before Dirk could comment, Ingle grabbed his cock. Jolts of electricity shot through his brain from the touch. “Justin…” The name use did not seem to bother Ingle as he pumped. Dirk bit his cheek. All of the foreplay did its job. “Justin, I’m close.”

The lycan’s motions sped up. Dirk clutched the side of the mattress as his balls boiled. His breathing quickened. He couldn’t hold back. Grunting, he released. Thick, hot streams landed on his belly and chest while Ingle continued. When he couldn’t give any more, he felt his mate stop. Dirk saw stars in the popcorn ceiling.

Something drew over his stomach, swiping at his mess. He lifted his head enough to see Ingle sucking on a finger. With a smack of the lips, he bobbed. “Not bad. I think I can handle that.”

Short of breath, Dirk snorted and tasted for himself. Eh. “It’s better warm. That, and I prefer yours.”

“Maybe next time.” Ingle stepped away and grabbed a towel from the en suite. Tossing it on Dirk, he smirked and laid next to him. “For the record, only my parents call me Justin.”

“That’ll change.”

“All right, big boy.”

Wiping himself off, he threw the towel towards the closet door and rolled to face Ingle. “Not going to lie, the name’s growing on me. So, trim the pits and bush. Anything else I need to change about my life?”

Ingled blew through his closed mouth. “You actin’ like it’s a punishment.”

“I’m a bear. Bears are hairy. It’s already enough to shave my head every day. Shit grows like weeds. Besides,” he said, inching closer. “I’m not asking you to change. You’re pretty damn perfect, as fast as I’m concerned.”

Shifting in place, Ingle put a pillow behind his neck. “That’s fair. I can get used to it.”

“Cool, now roll over so I can hold you.”

The lycan hummed and shook his head. “Uh uh. I don’t do little spoon.”

Dirk sighed, then flopped around. “Whatever. As long as we’re touching while we talk.” Having Ingle’s body press against his back was euphoric. After a while, he noticed they weren’t under a blanket of any kind. AC’s blowing. It feels pretty cold in here. “Yo. You cold?”

“Nah, man. You’re a furnace. Feels fuckin’ awesome.”

Ingle’s words were slurring. Before Dirk knew it, the man was snoring. Dirk bent over the bed and grabbed his phone. Got a few hours before heading to Tierney’s.

Nap sound good.

Yeah. sounds… Sounds good to me.

***

Stirring awake, Dirk’s vision was blurry. After a lengthy yawn, he went to scratch his chest, but his hand landed on Ingle’s. Examining him, the delta laughed to himself, careful not to disturb his slumbering mate.

So much for being anti-little spoon. They had rolled over at some point. Dirk’s arm was being used by Ingle’s head. Looking at them together, their bodies appeared perfect for each other. He fits so well. When Ingle jostled and nestled further into the bicep, he mumbled something. Dirk chuckled. “Hey there, little spoon.”

Ingle grunted, then muttered, “Fuck you.”

“Figured you’d be scurrying out of my arms.”

“Comfy.” Growling, the lycan patted around, then looked up. “Where’s the blanket?”

“We’re laying on it.”

“Then why's it so damn warm in here.”

Snorting, Dirk channeled his energy and reeled it in. “How’s that?”

“Better…” Ingle turned briefly and scoffed. "Fuckin' fire mage."

Amused, the bear nuzzled the man's neck with his nose. "I never told you about that."

"Heard it from Chief. You just got it, right?"

"Yeah, Tierney's teaching me. Got the basics down, so you don't have to worry about me blowing up your apartment." There was a bit of silence between them, making Dirk nervous. "You good?"

Ingle rolled over and face him, still using the bulky arm as a pillow. "What happened?"

"Huh?"

"You said you weren't going to go to third."

Dirk sighed. He was questioning himself about that as well. "I…"

"Hey," Ingle poked Dirk's nipple, causing him to flinch. "If you have doubts about what we did, I certainly don't. It was awesome."

"It's not that. Well," Dirk stopped himself. "It kind of is. I never got to do this with Sarah."

"So you're doing it now."

When he says it like that, makes me sound selfish. Biting his cheek, he stared at the ceiling. "I was given a chance at happiness, and I put a bullet in her."

He registered the movement, but before he could avoid it, Ingle slapped his stomach. Dirk grunted, "Ow, what the hell?"

His mate lifted and sat on the edge of the bed. "Wake the fuck up, would you? You said it yourself; Sarah did what she did, and she earned her death. She was given the same deal you were, and she spat in Aliz' face. Fuck man, you should be so lucky. Now you get a second chance. I don't know about you, but I'm running with this. I'll gladly take a hundred years of happiness and blowies from you."

Snorting from the line, Dirk took the ramble to heart. He's okay with this. Like, really okay. Inching closer, he took Ingle's hand. "Thank you. I needed that."

Ingle clapped his shoulder, leaving another stinging sensation. "Any time, partner. Just give me a few days before trying to take home plate. Not sure if I'm ready for that."

Getting even, Dirk waited until his mate stood before smacking the bare ass. "C'mon, we got two alphas who say it isn't that bad."

Ingle pointed at him as he grabbed his underwear. "Careful, Pooh bear. I'm coming for that honey pot of yours."

Smiling, he followed. I don't think I mind.

Want mate.

How about we let you loose first?

Yes! Then walk with mate.

Sounds like a slice of heaven.

Before leaving for Tierney's, he called ahead. What he didn't expect was the welcoming committee upon arrival. "Fuck me."

Ingle was no help. Busy laughing his ass off, he honked the horn a few times. "Sorry. I don't think wolves and bears should fornicate."

If Dirk's glare could kill. They stepped out to wolf-whistles and howls from the front porch. Waving, he failed to quiet the commotion. "Yeah, yeah. Hip-hip hooray. Dirk got his dick played with. Everyone happy?"

Laughter was abundant, especially after Ingle hit the back of his head. Yeah, I had that one coming.

Tierney stepped down and approached Ingle. "We haven't had the pleasure."

Ingle clasped the alpha's hand and bared his neck. "I saw your dance, sir. I was impressed when you came out of the bonfire. Were you there before the meeting started?"

"Yep. Justin, right?"

"I usually go by my last name, sir."

"I'll remember that if you knock off the formal talk. Dirk was my enforcer, so you're practically family. Come, have a drink."

Led to through the small crowd, Dirk was impressed by how many were there. They've been here before I called. Shit, everyone's here. He spotted Vincent, Mason, his parents, the council, Heather, and Morrine. He snorted as Caleb's mate was chasing their little one nearby. They came for us?

We shift tonight.

He sighed and smiled. Not really used to this.

Friends care. This what I tell you last time.

I… I should've listened to you, bear. I didn't have this at home.

Know this. Here now, with friends. They care.

Yeah—

Get used to.

He scoffed. I was going to agree with you.

Oh. Mistake.

It's all good. I don't smell any food. You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Yes. Hunt!

After brief greetings, Dirk felt an itch on his back. "Uh oh."

Nearby, Ingle raised an eyebrow. "Uh oh?"

He didn't have time to explain. Kicking off his shoes, he fumbled for his belt. I feel it. I feel the earth's beat.

Tear.

Right. Obeying his bear, he grabbed his shirt collar and ripped it. Some gasped while other murmured.

Ingle was right at his side. "That's it, big boy."

"Not now," growled Dirk. He focused hard enough to undo the belt and kick off his pants.

His eyes hurt from straining. Intertwining his fingers with the grass, he dug.

Thump.

Thump.

Spacing his breaths, he timed them with the beat. Picturing his black bear, he felt the first snap.

It hurt like hell. Crying out, he fell to his knees. It was what he feared. Another fuckin' Turning Day. He knew what to do. F-focus! Focus on the be—

Both feet reshaped. Dirk yelled at the top of his lungs. He realized the problem. It's going fast. Turning Day on turbo.

As his spine lengthened, Ingle laid a hand on him. "You got this Dirk. You got this, baby boy!"

He shouted when his face shifted. His voice lowered in tone. The shout grew into a roar. His bear's roar. The hairs spouted rapidly, and it felt like his skin had caught fire.

His vision went red. Fuck! Re… Reel it in. His cries echoed into the night as he saw his paws lit. The flames were staying the same, telling Dirk he was preventing them from growing. Can't let them spread.

A few seconds passed, and the ursus was exhausted. His vision slowly regained color, but it lacked blues and greens.

He did it. He was a bear again. Still kneeling, he managed to stand on his four paws and turn. Power raged through his body. He knew he was on fire, and doubted he could contain himself.

Glancing at everyone, many had a hand over their mouth, but not Ingle. The lycan merely stood with limp arms and a slacked jaw. Dirk wanted nothing more than to rub against his mate. No. Need to… Damn, I need to get rid of this fire. Control. Control it. Closing his eyes, he tried to suck it all in. Calm. Breathe evenly.

He felt the energy around him trickle inside. Taking deeper breaths, it absorbed faster. Looking out, he only saw smiles.

Then he saw an auburn wolf traipsing to him.

Justin. Clicking his tongue, he took a step before remembering his fragile state. Laying down, he forced the lycan to come to him. His heart soared as the wolf rubbed against his sides and head.

Earning a lick to the nose, Dirk huffed. At that moment, there was little he could ask for.