This Is Make-Believe, Dear!

Title: Peace Under the Moon, Part Twenty-seven
Author: moodwriter
Genre: angst, romance, werewolf-AU (follows canon mostly)
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Word Count: 3260 words
Rating: NC-17 (the whole story)
Warnings: language, violence, sexual scenes, D/s elements
Summary: Tommy is the omega of his pack, cursed and lonely. He wants something else for himself.
Disclaimer: Yes, I make things up about real people. They fascinate me. This is far from real.
Prompt: Recently I have been caring for a large number of animals. I've been surprised by the fact when an animal that is doing poorly is given a quiet place by itself many times recovers on its own.
Since I've been crushing on A/T this observation lead to a plot bunny. What if A and T were werewolves where T for whatever reason was at the bottom of his pack's pecking order and not doing too well. Either A "annex's" T for A's pack or T cleverly manipulates a situation where T is "given" to A's pack. Not being constantly picked on allows T to come into his own. And that's all I have. :-) This is justclaire1357's prompt. Sorry it took me forever to get here. I hope you like it. :)
Banner: By the lovely poutytrout




Peace Under the Moon, Part Twenty-seven


Their tent isn't far, but the journey there is still too long. He keeps looking at Adam's broad back, their joint hands, the bare feet peeking from under Adam's black skirt. He still can't believe that this person is his, that they are together. He was homeless, and now his heart has a place to rest. The joy he feels is full of gratitude.

"Wanna know why I let you do all the planning; why I didn't borrow the book from my mom?" Tommy asks, following Adam on top of a small hill.

Adam glances at him, eyes warm. "I think I know, but tell me."

Tommy grins. "I wanted to experience everything without any expectations. This is the last time I have the luxury of not needing to know. I want you to show me, like you promised. I want that. Show me, please."

Adam stops, and Tommy almost runs into him. He doesn't say anything, just stares ahead, and Tommy touches his side, questioning. Adam turns to face him, puts his hand in Tommy's hair, and pulls him close. "I'm so glad you let me." Adam pauses, kissing the side of Tommy's left eye. "Trust."

He nods.

"Did you ever submit to anyone?"

Tommy closes his eyes, his skin tingling under Adam's touch. "You're the only one."

Adam leans down, bites the skin under his jaw, and he tilts his head back, giving him access. "Why?"

"Because you deserve it."

Adam's hand in his hair becomes gentle, but it feels like a warning. He stays absolutely still. "Nothing has ever felt this good to me."

He can only breathe through his mouth, his body moving with each breath, like soft waves. He tries to open his eyes, but right then Adam puts his hand to the back of his neck and grips his hair there. "You should see yourself right now," Adam says quietly, touching his lips with his own, but not staying there for long. "We need to go. Now."

Tommy agrees. He blinks a few times, trying to find his focus.

"Can you walk?" Adam asks, and there's teasing laughter in his voice.

Tommy bites Adam's arm, but says nothing, and they get going, Adam laughing quietly. Their hands are still tied together, and it feels right, beautiful even. His ring hand is in Adam's right one, the strings bright around their wrists. He smiles.

When they get to their tent Adam holds their hands up and breaks the string-bond, a small smile on his face. "This would only be in the way," he says against Tommy's ear.

Adam pushes Tommy inside, and then holds him in front of himself, showing him what he's done. The space is nothing but warm and inviting colors - green, yellow, orange, and red - soft covers everywhere. There's a huge silver plate full of fruits on a table nearby their bed, and lanterns of all sizes are on every surface. The candles inside them are lit, and they cast shadows over the bright fabrics.

He stands still, silent. He loves Adam's mind.

Adam brushes his hands over Tommy's arms, moves them down his bare chest and stomach, and it's all he needs to do to make him shiver. "I wanted to wait because of this," he says, and touches Tommy's neck, slides his fingers over his skin, and Tommy sways. "The way you react to me drives me crazy."

Adam takes off the necklace, then kisses his shoulder. Adam's teeth are sharp, and he's not holding back any more. "I want to own you, and I want to be owned by you."

Tommy leans back, his focus completely on Adam. Adam's hands move down to his waist, fingers digging into his skin, those teeth moving from one end of his shoulder to the other. Adam is making small sounds deep in his throat. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

"Then do it." He sounds so much more confident than how he feels.

Adam licks his neck and shoulder, then bites him, just holds him still with his teeth. His knees buckle, his mind narrowing into that painful spot where they are connected. His mouth opens, a silent cry escaping him. Adam doesn't let go, just bites deeper, pulling him closer.

Everything becomes sharp, so clear he fears the pain will blind him. But it's the pleasure that messes with his head, and it lasts so long he becomes helpless. He pushes his hand through Adam's hair, pulls, pain-pleasure killing his nerves. He tries to say something, but he can't form words. He whines, then starts panting because it's insane. Adam won't release him.

The hands on his waist move, Adam's arms circling his body, holding him closer still. He pushes back with his feet, hands holding Adam's arms, stroking them. He tilts his head to the side, surrendering, letting Adam bite him harder. Balir howls inside him, acknowledging its mate, and then he cries out because it hurts more than he can bear. He yields anyway, relaxing in Adam's arms, and that changes everything.

It starts with a mellow sea of warmth. It's connection and happiness and secrets. Truth between them. He feels Adam and the wolf, begins to know them in the same way he knows himself. He laughs when he feels the soft touch of Adam's tongue. It's distant, yet somehow so close it feels like Adam is inside him.

The blood from the wound slides down his chest and back. He wants this scar to stay; he wants to show it to everyone.

When Adam lets go it feels like a loss. He tries to protest, but then Adam starts to lick at his skin, the blood, the wound, and all he can do is stand there because everything else requires some sort of a mind.

Adam presses his nose against the shaved side of his head, travels lower, sniffing at the skin behind his ear. "That's the first one," he says, and it's all wolf, almost no words at all.

First. He's not sure if he can take more.

"Kneel for me, please." The words are like silk to his burning mind. Adam releases him, and he doesn't hesitate, just turns around and goes down on his knees. He looks up, and Adam touches his mouth with his thumb, smears what's left of his lip-gloss.

He puts his hands on the belt of Adam's skirt and waits for the nod. When he gets it he opens the buckle, drops the belt, and then finds the button of the skirt. The skirt falls to Adam's feet, and he's wearing nothing underneath.

The last time he did this he was drunk, and it was years ago. He swallows, all of a sudden uncertain. Adam's scent circles him, and he inhales, closing his eyes. He doesn't know what Adam is waiting for, but he feels no impatience in the hand that's still touching his face.

He leans closer, licks the head of Adam's dick, tongue soft against the slit, and the sound Adam makes nails him there. He opens his mouth, invites Adam in. It's more than he expected, easier but stranger.

Adam touches his mouth when it's stretched wide around him, and that he can't take. He has to touch himself, but Adam doesn't seem to mind.

"Look at me," Adam says, his voice broken.

Tommy opens his eyes, looks up, and right then, Adam starts to move, thrusting into his mouth, not too deep but deep enough that he can feel it. His knees hurt, and the hand in his hair is a little cruel, but all that adds to it. He wants Adam to come like this, fucking his mouth, watching him.

He licks the underside of Adam's cock, and a bit of saliva runs down his chin. His eyelids feel heavy, and it's hard for him to keep looking at Adam, but Adam pulls at his hair the moment he closes his eyes. He would smile if his mouth wasn't so full.

There's nothing controlled about the way Adam moves, his thrusts short and messy, and Tommy meets each of them with a movement of his own. He does as much as Adam lets him, his hands on Adam's thighs.

Adam touches his mouth again, gentle and searching, and when he sucks experimentally Adam can't even warn him before he comes, his whole body shaking. It's a little surprising, but he manages to swallow most of it.

When Adam pulls back and falls on his knees he's very pleased to get praises, words that make no sense, just his name, and love, and amazement. He looks at Adam, lips swollen, his chin wet with saliva and come.

"Love you," Adam says, pulling him into a hug.

He's laughing now because this is better than he thought, more, gorgeous. "You liked that?"

Adam murmurs something in his neck, and he can't understand a word. "What?" he asks, his hands in Adam's hair, finally.

"I got more than I expected."

Tommy pulls back, and looks at Adam. He wants to say something, but Adam distracts him by licking his chin. His stomach flips, and he licks into Adam's mouth because nothing, nothing affects him more than Adam and his ideas of proper and normal. He tastes Adam on his tongue, and all he wants is more, closer, now.

Adam holds his elbows and lifts him up, then walks them over to the bed, kissing him the whole time. Adam sits down, and pulls Tommy between his legs, spreads them wide, inviting. Tommy tries to stay still, but Adam's hands weave a strange net around him, and he reacts to the smallest touch. He throws his head back when Adam sucks at his nipple, bites it, his teeth still sharp. Adam puts his hands on his ass, pulls him closer, and he goes with it, arms useless at his sides.

The blood has partly dried on his skin, and Adam licks his fingers and wipes it off his chest, his other hand still holding Tommy's ass, squeezing.

His inhales are sharp and loud, and then he stops breathing entirely because Adam slides his hands under the skirt's waist and just rip it off of him. He distantly mourns the loss because he can't wear it tomorrow, but then Adam slides his fingers down the small of his back all the way to his hole, owning his body that easily.

Adam has him leaning against him, his knees bent and between Adam's thighs, and he can't handle the amount of pleasure he feels. The wound on his shoulder throbs, and he wants Adam to touch him. He wants to come, anything but these lick-taste-bites all around his body, Adam's fingers teasing him, not slick enough to push in, but strong enough to create pressure.

Then Adam just gets up, arms around Tommy, lifting him and throwing him on the bed, everything happening so fast he can't even react. Adam is on him the moment he lands on the bed, kissing his mouth, biting and sucking his lips, pinning his hands to the bed.

Balir surges forward before Tommy can stop it, and Adam has to use force to hold him down. He growls, and Adam pushes his head to the side with his chin. "I want you to come with nothing but my cock inside you. I want to see you give in."

He grinds his teeth, the bone of Adam's chin hurting his jaw.

"Submit." Adam moves on top of him, their cocks sliding against each other. He can't think. "Give yourself to me."

The wolf is so fucking stubborn. He's trembling beneath Adam, every part of his body yearning. He can't even move his head because Adam is still pushing him down. Finally he feels his body relax just a little, the wolf pulling back. Adam sinks his teeth into his neck, and he screams, the wolf screaming with him. It's a short bite, but it destroys his mind, the rational part of it. He craves. "Please... Fuck..."

There's nothing patient about Adam any more. He pushes slick fingers inside him, not waiting for him to get used to them. Three make him feel so full, he pushes with his feet, his back rising off the bed.

And then Adam is right there, pushing inside him, going deep with the first thrust, and the burn is mind-blowing. He can't be quiet. He can't stop the string of words coming out of his mouth. Adam is inside him, filling him, pushing even deeper, and then Adam takes hold of his shoulders, and starts fucking him, and it's so, so good he can only wrap himself around Adam.

When he starts to come Adam bites him again and this time all the three bite marks join together, hit every part of his mind, connect him to Adam in a way that he could never explain. He's all around Adam, in his every movement, inside his mind. In that moment, they're one, the wounds his gateway to Adam's soul. When Adam comes he feels it like his own orgasm and he cries out, maybe coming again himself. He's everything in that moment, so full, so satisfied, he can only try to breathe.

He's not coming down either. The small movements Adam makes with his hips kill him. He's ready to go right away, and he laughs, pure joy and nothing else.

"This is mating," Adam says, the wolf right there, too. "Bite me."

Balir doesn't hesitate at all, just takes the opportunity to own the Alpha. Tommy tastes blood, hears the sounds Adam makes, and feels Adam move inside him. Sensory overload. He doesn't need Adam to touch his cock; his whole body is so sensitive the smallest movement makes his skin sing. He lets go of Adam's shoulder, licks the blood away, and then he's coming again because Adam is.

When he comes around next Adam is licking his mouth, still inside him, still hard. "You're so good to me," Adam says, his voice nothing but sex.

He's also so wet, so stretched open Adam moves inside him with ease. He clenches his muscles, and the look on Adam's face turns his mind blank. He can smell them, and sex has never smelled so good. "Please. Fuck me."

Adam stares into his eyes, then gets on his knees, and turns Tommy around, his back to Adam. He buries his face into a pillow, his arms under it, Adam pulling almost entirely out of him, and then fucking into him hard. He pushes back, meeting each thrust, so, so out of it he's nothing but frantic movement.

Adam is clawing at his sides, rough and harsh, and so much what he wants and needs right now that when the orgasm hits him his vision blurs and he lets go, lets Adam use him, lets him pull him into a violent kiss, Adam's hand on his throat, squeezing.

When he can breathe again he's finally coming down, so exhausted he can't even move his head. Adam kisses the back of his neck, his whole weight pinning Tommy to the bed. Adam is still inside him but getting softer. "I love you," Adam whispers in his ear, warm and pleased. "You're mine."

He is. Every bit of him. "And you're mine," he says to Adam, and there's so much wolf in his voice it surprises him.

Adam rocks against him gently, and he whines. He can't do anything right now, yet he would let Adam fuck him again. "You surrender beautifully."

His heart flutters.

"Balir is so good, too." Adam says against his spine. "So good to me." He moves lazily on top of Tommy, the thrusts sweet and deep, like afterthoughts. He stops before they become too meaningful, and just stays inside Tommy, showering his shoulders with kisses.

When Tommy moves his hips Adam becomes interested, gathers Tommy completely under him, his hands in a tight hold, his legs between Adam's. Adam is breathing hard against his neck, the rocking of his hips still mostly not there. He's driving Tommy crazy with it because he can't do anything. He's trapped, forced to take it, and he gets so very little it's almost nothing.

Adam kisses his ear, then licks it, takes the lobe into his mouth, and he groans because it's too much. He wants Adam to move, do something, fuck him, make it bearable. "Just... do something." The words are mere breaths. He closes his eyes, and bites Adam's fingers.

Adam pants against his ear, but doesn't change the rhythm. He's slowly driving them both mad.

"Please."

"I want you to come like this. Even if it takes forever." Adam tightens his hold, and he pushes back, tries to create some kind of friction, something other than the agonizingly slow burn of Adam's cock inside him. He's losing it, his sweaty hair getting stuck to his face.

"God, you're killing me," he whispers, and yet, he's starting to feel it, the need to come, and it hurts so good. His body starts to shake, and Adam just holds him closer, so close it's suffocating. When it hits him he's completely gone, undone to the bone, and he can't stop shaking even afterwards.

Adam pulls him into a kiss, but he can't answer it; he's too broken and vulnerable, still trembling. He's blinking hard, trying to hold in at least some of it.

"I love you like this. Thank you." Adam nuzzles his neck, and the wounds on his shoulders remind him of their existence, aching, still bleeding a little. He feels dizzy. "Beautiful."

Adam pulls slowly out of him, lies down next to him, and wraps himself around Tommy. He's still so weak he can barely turn his head. Adam kisses his nose, and that makes him laugh. He falls asleep before he can say anything, still laughing.

He wakes up to the feeling of someone staring at him. When he opens his eyes Adam is there, sharing a pillow with him, staring. "What?" Tommy asks, sleep-soft.

Adam smiles. "I'm loving you."

There's a warm blanket over them, and Tommy is very grateful for that. He doesn't want to do anything for a year. Unfortunately something is going to happen soon. "How long until wolf-time?"

"Few minutes maybe. I didn't want to wake you up."

He buries his face in Adam's chest. "I hope Balir behaves."

"He loves me, too."

Tommy knows that, but he also knows Balir is stubborn as hell. And then he feels the first push-pull of the wolf. The moon is rising.

"It's coming," Adam says, sitting up. "Stay with me."

Tommy sits up too, his skin hurting when the fur starts to push through. The shift is so much faster now that he has shifted at will. It hurts less, too. He's in his wolf form before he can fully realize it, and then Adam is right there, snarling at him.

Balir is upset, but not because it wants to attack. It's upset because Adam shouldn't be snarling at them. Adam is their mate. Balir licks at Adam's mouth, making small sounds of submission, and finally Adam just curls on the bed, his tail over his snout.

Balir hesitates only for a second, and then lies next to him, so close there's nothing between them. It's warm and good, and Tommy smiles. This is his life now.


TBC...


A/N: Last one is an epilogue, and this time I'm sure it's the last. :) I loved writing this chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it. *hugs*