Andrew/Chas - Once Bitten, Twice Shy
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wolfanficsTitle: Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser (RPS)
Starring: werewolf!Andrew Hansen, werewolf!Chas Licciardello
Pairing: Andrew/Chas
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 1,431
Prompt: 034 - Animalistic (kink table) (table)
Warnings: werewolf/werewolf sex (...does that count as bestiality? XD)
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way shape or form.
Author's Notes: Set ~1996. Continues on from a werewolf AU I wrote some time ago. Also, this is as close to furry as I get. Srsly. XD Also, this somewhat makes up for all the Chas/dog references that were littered throughout the War. And yes, before you ask, my werewolf canon is weird. I know, okay? XD
Summary: Andrew, newly transformed into his werewolf form, catches the scent of another werewolf on the breeze and goes to see who’s on his patch.
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Andrew had only been transformed an hour when the scent floated through the moonlit window. It was the unmistakable scent of another werewolf. Andrew had never smelt it before, not around there. He thought he was the only one. Apparently he had been mistaken. Eager to find out who was encroaching on his territory, Andrew opened the window fully and jumped down to the ground, senses wide awake to the night.
He crouched on the ground in shadow and howled into the distance, trying to seek the other werewolf. There was no return cry, but the scent was still strong. Standing to get a better sense of where the scent was coming from, Andrew took a moment to get his bearings before running off.
He found the male werewolf hiding under a bush in a nearby park. He was injured and shivering, whining helplessly, as he lay there, trying not to be found. Andrew’s first instinct was to finish the job, but the werewolf cowered and whimpered and buried his head under his arms and Andrew stepped back. He knelt in front of the werewolf, lifting the branches out of the way.
“Who are you? What are you doing on my patch, apart from bleeding?” Andrew said. He was still trying to force the animal mind aside, with little success. It would not be controlled in the face of another werewolf.
“I-I was attacked, they wanted to kill me. I thought they just wanted to play,” the injured werewolf said.
“How long have you had the beast inside you?” Andrew said.
“This is the second month. Oh God, I’m so scared. I-I just wanted to be more like a dog,” the injured werewolf said, and broke down into what Andrew assumed was crying.
“What on earth made you think this was the way to do that? Stupid pup. Here, let me tend to those wounds,” Andrew said.
The injured werewolf shivered as Andrew licked his wounds clean as he cradled him in his arms. The werewolf eventually stopped shivering. Andrew gazed down at him. A juvenile was no threat to him, so his instincts to kill had lessened considerably.
“You got a name, pup?” Andrew said.
“Chas. I just wanted to be more like a dog.”
The injured werewolf struggled to sit up and be more like his equal. Andrew made sure the juvenile knew who was the more powerful of the two.
“Do you have a name?” Chas said.
“Andrew. When I’m a human. This form has no name. It doesn’t need one,” Andrew said.
“Hey, what’s that around your neck?” Chas said, noticing one of the talismans Andrew wore to keep the wolf at bay.
Andrew looked down at the pendant and lifted it gently with a claw. “What, this? It keeps me sane. When you’re up to walking, we’ll go back to my flat. You’ll be safe there til the moon sets.”
“Th-thank you. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t come by. I was sure I was going to die,” Chas said.
“You need to learn from an adult werewolf. That’ll teach you how to avoid getting mauled, I’m assuming by dogs?” Andrew said.
“Yeah. How humiliating. And all I wanted to do was play with them,” Chas said.
“Lesson one: dogs don’t like us. We smell different, make them afraid. Lesson two: dogs don’t like us. Got it?” Andrew said.
“Yeah, I won’t try that again,” Chas said.
“Stupid pup. You’ve got a lot to learn,” Andrew said.
“Good thing you showed up,” Chas said.
A couple of hours later, Andrew led Chas back to his flat. They climbed up the wall and slipped back through the window. Andrew shut it as Chas collapsed on Andrew’s bed, thankful to be somewhere warm and dry. He curled up, trying to rid himself of the chill in his body. Andrew lay down beside him and wrapped an arm around him. He might as well make him comfortable and educate him on another aspect of the werewolf mind: sexual pleasure.
Andrew managed to coax Chas into relaxing, stroking his fur gently. Chas whined, unsure what Andrew was up to. Still, it didn’t hurt, so he was hardly going to complain. Andrew ran his claws along Chas’ thigh, growling quietly in his ear. Chas gasped, unsure where that clawed hand was going to go.
“Sex and violence. That is what a werewolf is. The wolf can be controlled, but it takes practice. It’s only subdued now because you’re hurt and scared and your body’s in shock. Let the human talk out the panic. Tell me everything about you. The human you. I’ll deal with your body,” Andrew murmured, biting playfully on his ear.
With a sigh, Chas began talking. He told him his name, where he lived, what he was studying, how old he was, who his family were, who his friends were, every little detail about his life that he could remember. All the while, Andrew growled in his ear and stroked his body, trying to ease the shock out of his system. Closing a hand around Chas’ penis seemed to help. Chas growled and yelped, but settled when Andrew began stroking him.
“That’s right, run with it, pup. Just relax. Let daddy bring you some pleasure,” Andrew said. Initiating sex had brought the wolf back, and the wolf did not recognise the fact that Chas was known to Andrew.
Soon, Chas had stopped talking as Andrew’s stroking overtook his concentration. The pleasure flooding his body was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and he writhed under Andrew’s touch. Andrew was already primed for sex. He just had to prepare Chas enough to allow it.
They shifted ever so slowly so Chas was lying on his stomach and Andrew lay on top of him, preparing him eagerly. Chas was gasping in a husky voice, one hand grasping the mattress so hard his claws had sunk deep into the foam.
Andrew breathed out as he leant against his shoulder, and Chas shivered at the sensation. “Gonna fuck you, pup. I’ll show you the sexual side of the werewolf mind.”
Chas whimpered in his throat. The wolf mind had taken over long ago, and the promise of pleasure was too good to refuse. Andrew dragged Chas into his four paws and mounted him, gripping him tightly. Human Andrew wouldn’t have done it, too worried about Chas being too injured to be able to handle it. The wolf knew differently, and knew the strength that was coursing through Chas’ body and the way the blood was hot with desire.
Chas gave a ragged howl as Andrew pushed in. His anatomy was suited to taking Andrew’s penis in a way his human body wasn’t, saving him considerable pain. Andrew tried not to hurt him too much though, and did his best to curtail the wolf’s desire to fuck him with all the strength he had. As long as Chas was enjoying himself, Andrew was content.
Andrew drew out the pleasure as long as he could until they were both exhausted. Chas lay down again, looking ready to sleep. Andrew had enough energy left to get him some food, the leftovers of the meal he’d killed before he’d caught Chas’ scent. Chas devoured it slowly but gratefully. Andrew lay beside him, strangely happy to have another werewolf by his side instead of his other human pets. Chas understood, or at least he would come to understand. Andrew lazily groomed Chas’ fur in a show of bonding, and once he’d eaten, Chas reciprocated, allowing Andrew to show him what to do.
They lay in silence until the moon set, signalling the end of their cursed transformation, at least for that month. Chas still wasn’t used to it, and his cries of pain were not easy for Andrew to bear. Andrew held Chas around the waist, trying to calm him as he dealt with the trauma, singing gentle lullabies.
Back in human form again, they held each other close. Chas clung to him, silently asking him to chase the violent memories away. He hadn’t dared look to see if he still had any injuries. Whatever Chas wanted to ask him about what had happened could wait until dawn and sunlight and bodies that didn’t ache.
Andrew kept singing to him, just quietly, trying to soothe the nightmares he knew were floating around Chas’ head. He remembered when he was a juvenile, and how terrifying those first few transformations had been. If it helped ease Chas’ mind, it was the least Andrew could do.
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser (RPS)
Starring: werewolf!Andrew Hansen, werewolf!Chas Licciardello
Pairing: Andrew/Chas
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 1,431
Prompt: 034 - Animalistic (kink table) (table)
Warnings: werewolf/werewolf sex (...does that count as bestiality? XD)
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way shape or form.
Author's Notes: Set ~1996. Continues on from a werewolf AU I wrote some time ago. Also, this is as close to furry as I get. Srsly. XD Also, this somewhat makes up for all the Chas/dog references that were littered throughout the War. And yes, before you ask, my werewolf canon is weird. I know, okay? XD
Summary: Andrew, newly transformed into his werewolf form, catches the scent of another werewolf on the breeze and goes to see who’s on his patch.
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Andrew had only been transformed an hour when the scent floated through the moonlit window. It was the unmistakable scent of another werewolf. Andrew had never smelt it before, not around there. He thought he was the only one. Apparently he had been mistaken. Eager to find out who was encroaching on his territory, Andrew opened the window fully and jumped down to the ground, senses wide awake to the night.
He crouched on the ground in shadow and howled into the distance, trying to seek the other werewolf. There was no return cry, but the scent was still strong. Standing to get a better sense of where the scent was coming from, Andrew took a moment to get his bearings before running off.
He found the male werewolf hiding under a bush in a nearby park. He was injured and shivering, whining helplessly, as he lay there, trying not to be found. Andrew’s first instinct was to finish the job, but the werewolf cowered and whimpered and buried his head under his arms and Andrew stepped back. He knelt in front of the werewolf, lifting the branches out of the way.
“Who are you? What are you doing on my patch, apart from bleeding?” Andrew said. He was still trying to force the animal mind aside, with little success. It would not be controlled in the face of another werewolf.
“I-I was attacked, they wanted to kill me. I thought they just wanted to play,” the injured werewolf said.
“How long have you had the beast inside you?” Andrew said.
“This is the second month. Oh God, I’m so scared. I-I just wanted to be more like a dog,” the injured werewolf said, and broke down into what Andrew assumed was crying.
“What on earth made you think this was the way to do that? Stupid pup. Here, let me tend to those wounds,” Andrew said.
The injured werewolf shivered as Andrew licked his wounds clean as he cradled him in his arms. The werewolf eventually stopped shivering. Andrew gazed down at him. A juvenile was no threat to him, so his instincts to kill had lessened considerably.
“You got a name, pup?” Andrew said.
“Chas. I just wanted to be more like a dog.”
The injured werewolf struggled to sit up and be more like his equal. Andrew made sure the juvenile knew who was the more powerful of the two.
“Do you have a name?” Chas said.
“Andrew. When I’m a human. This form has no name. It doesn’t need one,” Andrew said.
“Hey, what’s that around your neck?” Chas said, noticing one of the talismans Andrew wore to keep the wolf at bay.
Andrew looked down at the pendant and lifted it gently with a claw. “What, this? It keeps me sane. When you’re up to walking, we’ll go back to my flat. You’ll be safe there til the moon sets.”
“Th-thank you. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t come by. I was sure I was going to die,” Chas said.
“You need to learn from an adult werewolf. That’ll teach you how to avoid getting mauled, I’m assuming by dogs?” Andrew said.
“Yeah. How humiliating. And all I wanted to do was play with them,” Chas said.
“Lesson one: dogs don’t like us. We smell different, make them afraid. Lesson two: dogs don’t like us. Got it?” Andrew said.
“Yeah, I won’t try that again,” Chas said.
“Stupid pup. You’ve got a lot to learn,” Andrew said.
“Good thing you showed up,” Chas said.
A couple of hours later, Andrew led Chas back to his flat. They climbed up the wall and slipped back through the window. Andrew shut it as Chas collapsed on Andrew’s bed, thankful to be somewhere warm and dry. He curled up, trying to rid himself of the chill in his body. Andrew lay down beside him and wrapped an arm around him. He might as well make him comfortable and educate him on another aspect of the werewolf mind: sexual pleasure.
Andrew managed to coax Chas into relaxing, stroking his fur gently. Chas whined, unsure what Andrew was up to. Still, it didn’t hurt, so he was hardly going to complain. Andrew ran his claws along Chas’ thigh, growling quietly in his ear. Chas gasped, unsure where that clawed hand was going to go.
“Sex and violence. That is what a werewolf is. The wolf can be controlled, but it takes practice. It’s only subdued now because you’re hurt and scared and your body’s in shock. Let the human talk out the panic. Tell me everything about you. The human you. I’ll deal with your body,” Andrew murmured, biting playfully on his ear.
With a sigh, Chas began talking. He told him his name, where he lived, what he was studying, how old he was, who his family were, who his friends were, every little detail about his life that he could remember. All the while, Andrew growled in his ear and stroked his body, trying to ease the shock out of his system. Closing a hand around Chas’ penis seemed to help. Chas growled and yelped, but settled when Andrew began stroking him.
“That’s right, run with it, pup. Just relax. Let daddy bring you some pleasure,” Andrew said. Initiating sex had brought the wolf back, and the wolf did not recognise the fact that Chas was known to Andrew.
Soon, Chas had stopped talking as Andrew’s stroking overtook his concentration. The pleasure flooding his body was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and he writhed under Andrew’s touch. Andrew was already primed for sex. He just had to prepare Chas enough to allow it.
They shifted ever so slowly so Chas was lying on his stomach and Andrew lay on top of him, preparing him eagerly. Chas was gasping in a husky voice, one hand grasping the mattress so hard his claws had sunk deep into the foam.
Andrew breathed out as he leant against his shoulder, and Chas shivered at the sensation. “Gonna fuck you, pup. I’ll show you the sexual side of the werewolf mind.”
Chas whimpered in his throat. The wolf mind had taken over long ago, and the promise of pleasure was too good to refuse. Andrew dragged Chas into his four paws and mounted him, gripping him tightly. Human Andrew wouldn’t have done it, too worried about Chas being too injured to be able to handle it. The wolf knew differently, and knew the strength that was coursing through Chas’ body and the way the blood was hot with desire.
Chas gave a ragged howl as Andrew pushed in. His anatomy was suited to taking Andrew’s penis in a way his human body wasn’t, saving him considerable pain. Andrew tried not to hurt him too much though, and did his best to curtail the wolf’s desire to fuck him with all the strength he had. As long as Chas was enjoying himself, Andrew was content.
Andrew drew out the pleasure as long as he could until they were both exhausted. Chas lay down again, looking ready to sleep. Andrew had enough energy left to get him some food, the leftovers of the meal he’d killed before he’d caught Chas’ scent. Chas devoured it slowly but gratefully. Andrew lay beside him, strangely happy to have another werewolf by his side instead of his other human pets. Chas understood, or at least he would come to understand. Andrew lazily groomed Chas’ fur in a show of bonding, and once he’d eaten, Chas reciprocated, allowing Andrew to show him what to do.
They lay in silence until the moon set, signalling the end of their cursed transformation, at least for that month. Chas still wasn’t used to it, and his cries of pain were not easy for Andrew to bear. Andrew held Chas around the waist, trying to calm him as he dealt with the trauma, singing gentle lullabies.
Back in human form again, they held each other close. Chas clung to him, silently asking him to chase the violent memories away. He hadn’t dared look to see if he still had any injuries. Whatever Chas wanted to ask him about what had happened could wait until dawn and sunlight and bodies that didn’t ache.
Andrew kept singing to him, just quietly, trying to soothe the nightmares he knew were floating around Chas’ head. He remembered when he was a juvenile, and how terrifying those first few transformations had been. If it helped ease Chas’ mind, it was the least Andrew could do.
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:53 am (UTC)https://twitter.com/ChasLicc/status/3571143452
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Date: 2009-09-12 06:01 pm (UTC)The fandom is The Chaser. RPS is real person slash, as witnessed by the above comment, where Chas posted a link to this fic on his twitter. Australia = very small country. XD
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