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Andrew/Chas - Alpha Male
Title: Alpha Male
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser (RPS) AU
Starring: werewolf!Andrew Hansen, werewolf!Chas Licciardello
Pairings: Andrew/Chas
Word Count: 1,517
Prompt: 013 – Doggie Style (Kink Table) (Table) // ‘full moon’ for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dailyprompt
Warnings: implied m/m and werewolf/werewolf sex, violence
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way shape or form.
Author’s Notes: Set mid-1997. Sequel to Once Bitten, Twice Shy. ...OHSHI- I think I have another serial fic. XD
Summary: Chas is getting used to being a werewolf, though Andrew does his best to curb some of the more instinctual aspects of his wolf mind in order to keep him safe. However, Chas finds himself distracted and things go from bad to worse.
Alpha Male
It took another seven months for Chas to become comfortable transforming. He had stuck closer to Andrew as he’d began teaching him ho to cope. His control of the wolf mind was not perfect, but with work, he could manage it. They had found an old abandoned crypt to transform in, saving the flat and their neighbours the joy of listening to two werewolves transforming nearby.
In their isolation, the two of them had grown close. They shared a secret, and Andrew slept soundly, comforted by the fact that Chas knew what he was going through every month. Chas had started staying with him in his flat. It made transforming easier. They’d also gone from only fucking as werewolves to sleeping together as humans. It had been Chas’ idea. He wanted to compare the two.
It was now just over a year and a half since Chas had first been bitten. Chas had gotten better at controlling the wolf, and his hunting skills had improved. For the most part, they had settled into a routine of transforming. However, both were somewhat nervous about the next month. It would be the first full moon that cut into the day. Andrew was used to this; Chas, however, was a little more apprehensive. With incomplete control of the wolf mind, anything could happen when actual people were around.
“We’re going to be hurt, aren’t we?” Chas said.
“Not if we’re smart. The trick is staying away from humans as much as possible to avoid temptation. You’re too young to have your first mauling,” Andrew said.
“When won’t I be young anymore?” Chas said.
“When I run you out of town. We won’t be able to live together when you’re an adult. Enjoy it while it lasts, pup,” Andrew said.
The glow of the full moon crept in through the window. Andrew eyed it with reluctance before the curse took over and soon enough, two werewolves stood where two humans had once been. Andrew glanced over at Chas. His wolf form had grown since he’d first been born, and now he stood broader and taller than Andrew. Not much taller, but enough for Andrew to be slightly worried for when he reached maturity. Chas glanced down at him.
“Hey, I’m bigger than you. When did that happen?” Chas said.
“Your metabolism is better than mine. I’m still running you out of town when you’re an adult. You can run off with whoever you like, but you’re not stealing my patch, no matter how much bigger than me you get,” Andrew said.
“Oh yeah? You so sure about that?” Chas said as he tackled Andrew to the ground.
Andrew growled and clawed at Chas, trying to make him relent. “Size means nothing, pup, not when you’re up against me.”
Chas snarled and nipped at his ears. There was some satisfaction in knowing he could already best Andrew as a juvenile. The wolf mind liked this very much and Andrew found himself pinned down, sharp claws cutting into his skin. The challenge did nothing but make Andrew mad, and he unleashed the strength his body didn’t show.
Chas wasn’t expecting Andrew to fight back, and the sudden attack caught him off guard. He did his best to keep up his dominance, but Andrew proved a much better fighter, and finally cornered Chas against a wall, a hand tight around his throat. Chas whimpered from the injuries and submitted to his mentor.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Chas said. “Man, you didn’t need to bite me though.”
Andrew sneered, unfazed by his own wounds. “Part of me wanted to kill you now before you get any bigger.”
Chas believed him. He wouldn’t challenge Andrew again. Yet.
“Come on, pup, let’s go hunting,” Andrew said, stepping back to let him stand.
The night air was rich with scent. Chas had learnt some of the more common odours and whether they were food, enemies, or things a werewolf ought never to touch. On this particular night, the smell of human caught his attention, although he wasn’t sure why. Andrew had told him previously to ignore human scents; hunting was strictly for animals. Then again, Andrew was a rare werewolf who refused to attack other humans on principle. Chas could see his point; however, he hadn’t anticipated his wolf mind would take over so ferociously once it caught the scent of a potential new wolf.
Andrew had begun hunting a possum or some other small furry creature Chas had forgotten. They’d been chasing it through parks and alleyways when the scent of human distracted Chas and he fell behind. Andrew was too focussed on the hunt to notice. Chas stood on his back legs and raised his nose as high as he could to get a good indication of where the human scent was coming from. A moment later, he set off to chase it. If Chas had any desire to tell the wolf mind to stop, he would’ve done so. Tonight, he was out of luck, and power, and the wolf would be satisfied, Chas’ conscience be damned.
He saw the human by a street lamp on the edge of a small empty lot. He wasn’t sure why this human had caught his attention over all the other humans out at night. Still, he sunk into the shadows and closed in.
Andrew stopped chasing his prey when he realised he was alone. He was near a dumpster where he thought the creature was hiding and it slipped away as Andrew looked around for Chas.
“Pup? Chas? Where are you?”
There was no answer. He sniffed the air. Nothing seemed out of sorts at first. Then he caught the scent of fear, and something else that smelt terrifyingly familiar.
“Oh, shit, he hasn’t-”
Andrew forgot about his prey and headed back the way he’d come, trying to find where Chas had gone. He’d hoped the thing he’d thought of upon getting a whiff of that scent was just his overprotective mind at work.
Chas looked up and snarled as he saw Andrew approaching. Bloodlust flooded his eyes, and his mind, and all he wanted to do was protect his kill.
“Get back, old man. This prize is mine,” Chas growled, stalking forward a step, though hesitating to leave the kill behind.
“You stupid little pup. You have no idea what you’ve done. I should’ve left you to die,” Andrew said as he approached. He went as close as he dared, knowing what was fuelling the pup’s actions.
“Think you can best me again? Bring it on, grandpa. I’ll tear you to ribbons,” Chas said.
Andrew was sure Chas shouldn’t be getting so territorial for such a young werewolf. However, instinct had kicked in and Chas needed to be taught a lesson. Andrew growled once more and leapt at Chas, determined to beat him into submission.
The kill had been forgotten. Whoever he had been, he was unrecognisable now. The two werewolves fought nearby in a flurry of biting, growling, snarling and scratching. Neither were playing fair. Chas had mauled and killed his first human, an action that usually denoted the beginning of adulthood. Andrew had no reason to treat him like a juvenile any longer, if that was the way he was going to behave.
The howl of a siren caught Chas’ attention. He did not want to be caught. Andrew heard it too and looked at Chas’ bloody fur as he pinned him down.
“I win. I’m outta here. You can be killed for that,” Chas said, taking one last swipe at Andrew’s snout before tearing off into the night, out of sight of the sirens.
Andrew knew he had to run. However, he was bloody and tired and weak. He rolled onto his stomach and searched for somewhere to hide until he had healed enough to escape. He spotted what looked like an underpass near enough to run to that wasn’t in the same direction as where the sirens were coming from. Staggering to his feet, he took a deep breath and ran for his life.
It was hours later before Andrew returned home. He’d followed the underpass until he’d found somewhere he wouldn’t be disturbed. Collapsing from exhaustion, he fell to the floor and waited. Catching a passing rat had lent him enough energy to lick his wounds. After that, he lay on the ground and waited to become human again. He dressed in the clothes he’d managed to steal before he transformed back and made his way home again.
Andrew had no idea where Chas was. He couldn’t smell him nearby. Maybe he had run off for good. Maybe he’d see him again. Maybe he was dead. Andrew remembered what had happened. He showered and crawled into bed, hiding in the darkness. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he’d like to think he was if a juvenile could beat him so easily. Refusing to think about Chas and where he might be, Andrew closed his eyes and let sleep take over. He was too tired to worry about where that stupid pup had gone.
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser (RPS) AU
Starring: werewolf!Andrew Hansen, werewolf!Chas Licciardello
Pairings: Andrew/Chas
Word Count: 1,517
Prompt: 013 – Doggie Style (Kink Table) (Table) // ‘full moon’ for
dailypromptWarnings: implied m/m and werewolf/werewolf sex, violence
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way shape or form.
Author’s Notes: Set mid-1997. Sequel to Once Bitten, Twice Shy. ...OHSHI- I think I have another serial fic. XD
Summary: Chas is getting used to being a werewolf, though Andrew does his best to curb some of the more instinctual aspects of his wolf mind in order to keep him safe. However, Chas finds himself distracted and things go from bad to worse.
Alpha Male
It took another seven months for Chas to become comfortable transforming. He had stuck closer to Andrew as he’d began teaching him ho to cope. His control of the wolf mind was not perfect, but with work, he could manage it. They had found an old abandoned crypt to transform in, saving the flat and their neighbours the joy of listening to two werewolves transforming nearby.
In their isolation, the two of them had grown close. They shared a secret, and Andrew slept soundly, comforted by the fact that Chas knew what he was going through every month. Chas had started staying with him in his flat. It made transforming easier. They’d also gone from only fucking as werewolves to sleeping together as humans. It had been Chas’ idea. He wanted to compare the two.
It was now just over a year and a half since Chas had first been bitten. Chas had gotten better at controlling the wolf, and his hunting skills had improved. For the most part, they had settled into a routine of transforming. However, both were somewhat nervous about the next month. It would be the first full moon that cut into the day. Andrew was used to this; Chas, however, was a little more apprehensive. With incomplete control of the wolf mind, anything could happen when actual people were around.
“We’re going to be hurt, aren’t we?” Chas said.
“Not if we’re smart. The trick is staying away from humans as much as possible to avoid temptation. You’re too young to have your first mauling,” Andrew said.
“When won’t I be young anymore?” Chas said.
“When I run you out of town. We won’t be able to live together when you’re an adult. Enjoy it while it lasts, pup,” Andrew said.
The glow of the full moon crept in through the window. Andrew eyed it with reluctance before the curse took over and soon enough, two werewolves stood where two humans had once been. Andrew glanced over at Chas. His wolf form had grown since he’d first been born, and now he stood broader and taller than Andrew. Not much taller, but enough for Andrew to be slightly worried for when he reached maturity. Chas glanced down at him.
“Hey, I’m bigger than you. When did that happen?” Chas said.
“Your metabolism is better than mine. I’m still running you out of town when you’re an adult. You can run off with whoever you like, but you’re not stealing my patch, no matter how much bigger than me you get,” Andrew said.
“Oh yeah? You so sure about that?” Chas said as he tackled Andrew to the ground.
Andrew growled and clawed at Chas, trying to make him relent. “Size means nothing, pup, not when you’re up against me.”
Chas snarled and nipped at his ears. There was some satisfaction in knowing he could already best Andrew as a juvenile. The wolf mind liked this very much and Andrew found himself pinned down, sharp claws cutting into his skin. The challenge did nothing but make Andrew mad, and he unleashed the strength his body didn’t show.
Chas wasn’t expecting Andrew to fight back, and the sudden attack caught him off guard. He did his best to keep up his dominance, but Andrew proved a much better fighter, and finally cornered Chas against a wall, a hand tight around his throat. Chas whimpered from the injuries and submitted to his mentor.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Chas said. “Man, you didn’t need to bite me though.”
Andrew sneered, unfazed by his own wounds. “Part of me wanted to kill you now before you get any bigger.”
Chas believed him. He wouldn’t challenge Andrew again. Yet.
“Come on, pup, let’s go hunting,” Andrew said, stepping back to let him stand.
The night air was rich with scent. Chas had learnt some of the more common odours and whether they were food, enemies, or things a werewolf ought never to touch. On this particular night, the smell of human caught his attention, although he wasn’t sure why. Andrew had told him previously to ignore human scents; hunting was strictly for animals. Then again, Andrew was a rare werewolf who refused to attack other humans on principle. Chas could see his point; however, he hadn’t anticipated his wolf mind would take over so ferociously once it caught the scent of a potential new wolf.
Andrew had begun hunting a possum or some other small furry creature Chas had forgotten. They’d been chasing it through parks and alleyways when the scent of human distracted Chas and he fell behind. Andrew was too focussed on the hunt to notice. Chas stood on his back legs and raised his nose as high as he could to get a good indication of where the human scent was coming from. A moment later, he set off to chase it. If Chas had any desire to tell the wolf mind to stop, he would’ve done so. Tonight, he was out of luck, and power, and the wolf would be satisfied, Chas’ conscience be damned.
He saw the human by a street lamp on the edge of a small empty lot. He wasn’t sure why this human had caught his attention over all the other humans out at night. Still, he sunk into the shadows and closed in.
Andrew stopped chasing his prey when he realised he was alone. He was near a dumpster where he thought the creature was hiding and it slipped away as Andrew looked around for Chas.
“Pup? Chas? Where are you?”
There was no answer. He sniffed the air. Nothing seemed out of sorts at first. Then he caught the scent of fear, and something else that smelt terrifyingly familiar.
“Oh, shit, he hasn’t-”
Andrew forgot about his prey and headed back the way he’d come, trying to find where Chas had gone. He’d hoped the thing he’d thought of upon getting a whiff of that scent was just his overprotective mind at work.
Chas looked up and snarled as he saw Andrew approaching. Bloodlust flooded his eyes, and his mind, and all he wanted to do was protect his kill.
“Get back, old man. This prize is mine,” Chas growled, stalking forward a step, though hesitating to leave the kill behind.
“You stupid little pup. You have no idea what you’ve done. I should’ve left you to die,” Andrew said as he approached. He went as close as he dared, knowing what was fuelling the pup’s actions.
“Think you can best me again? Bring it on, grandpa. I’ll tear you to ribbons,” Chas said.
Andrew was sure Chas shouldn’t be getting so territorial for such a young werewolf. However, instinct had kicked in and Chas needed to be taught a lesson. Andrew growled once more and leapt at Chas, determined to beat him into submission.
The kill had been forgotten. Whoever he had been, he was unrecognisable now. The two werewolves fought nearby in a flurry of biting, growling, snarling and scratching. Neither were playing fair. Chas had mauled and killed his first human, an action that usually denoted the beginning of adulthood. Andrew had no reason to treat him like a juvenile any longer, if that was the way he was going to behave.
The howl of a siren caught Chas’ attention. He did not want to be caught. Andrew heard it too and looked at Chas’ bloody fur as he pinned him down.
“I win. I’m outta here. You can be killed for that,” Chas said, taking one last swipe at Andrew’s snout before tearing off into the night, out of sight of the sirens.
Andrew knew he had to run. However, he was bloody and tired and weak. He rolled onto his stomach and searched for somewhere to hide until he had healed enough to escape. He spotted what looked like an underpass near enough to run to that wasn’t in the same direction as where the sirens were coming from. Staggering to his feet, he took a deep breath and ran for his life.
It was hours later before Andrew returned home. He’d followed the underpass until he’d found somewhere he wouldn’t be disturbed. Collapsing from exhaustion, he fell to the floor and waited. Catching a passing rat had lent him enough energy to lick his wounds. After that, he lay on the ground and waited to become human again. He dressed in the clothes he’d managed to steal before he transformed back and made his way home again.
Andrew had no idea where Chas was. He couldn’t smell him nearby. Maybe he had run off for good. Maybe he’d see him again. Maybe he was dead. Andrew remembered what had happened. He showered and crawled into bed, hiding in the darkness. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he’d like to think he was if a juvenile could beat him so easily. Refusing to think about Chas and where he might be, Andrew closed his eyes and let sleep take over. He was too tired to worry about where that stupid pup had gone.