Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 20:04:33 -0400 From: Jered Baker Subject: Letters From Home Chapter 2 To story readers, thank you so much for the positive feedback!!! As I was reading things back to myself and I realized I contradicted myself several times. So, I would like to clear up some things... Luka's last name is Dales English teachers last name is the one that starts with a G And Derek is 210 pounds. There we go and also, again, the usual rules apply blahblahblaaaaaaaaah. Any comments or concerns, please write back to me... go E-MAIL!!! Anyways, enjoy peoples:P Chapter 4: Luka woke up the next morning at noon and stared at the ceiling but a repeating; `thump-thump-thump-thump' disturbed him. He slid out of bed in his tight boxer-briefs. Still half asleep, he walked out of his room, the thump becoming even louder. He continued to follow the sound until he made it to Derek's room. He opened the door just enough to peek in and saw Corporal Derek shirtless, only wearing dark pale green sweatpants that had `Marines' written down the left pant leg in white block letters. He was doing clap push-ups. Luka gawked at the pure masculinity of him. His face was beat red and he started to pop himself up higher and do double claps. His muscles flexed every time he pushed back up. Luka looked over every part of the visible body that was Derek. Mainly it was his back but his sweatpants left little to the imagination where when Derek pushed up, his ass would flex, and flex hard. It made his sweatpants crease in and gave off a great view of his muscular butt. Luka's mouth was drooling at the sight of him and wanted to march into that room, grab onto him and pull him up into his body and just hold him. Just for a little while, let him be comforted by another man, just for once in his life! Corporal Derek stood up and did a slow and long stretch for the sky, lifting his arms up over his head, showing off his hairy armpits and flexing his muscles to the extremes. Veins popped out of the skin, and a soft moan escaped Derek's lips. As his arms came back down to his side, his eyes slowly opened, revealing those Emeralds of eyes to the world that glistened in the sunlight. He swiveled his body toward the bathroom door and walked toward it. Once he got in there, he kept the door wide open. He turned on the lights and the heater and walked over to the shower which he turned on as well. He walked back to where the door was and pulled down his sweatpants. Luka's mind started to fill with thoughts... His muscular legs, perfectly round and firm ass, and.... Holy fuck look at that budge! I don't even think he's hard yet. Oh man, is he going to ... Corporal Derek Willer grabbed the waistband to his briefs and started to pull. He turned his ass toward the door as he did so but as Luka's mind was about to explode, Derek closed the bathroom door with his foot. This left Luka with his mouth dropped, drooling, stunned, eyes wide and, oh yeah... a gigantic hard-on that had been created during his peep show. He readjusted himself and sighed deeply. He had his chance and he had missed it, he knew he had fucked up. With that, he walked back to his room and put on some sweatpants of his own and then continued out to the kitchen for breakfast. "Dammit!" Derek yelled quietly to himself and he pounded his fist against the marble wall. He knew that Luka was watching and he had seen the boner that he so absentmindedly grew as it poked through the door ever so slightly. All of this is why he started showing off in his pushups, why he took his stretch so slowly, and the mini-strip tease for Christ sake! God damn he wanted that boy, but he promised himself it would be under Luka's terms. Referring back to the letters and from what he told him in the car, he knew Luka has some serious trust issues with men, but there was his problem, Luka had never met a real man before. Luka has never met a more committed man in his life. Derek fell for Luka during his letters and how he appeared as a person, not because he had a massive bank! A person who would use this broken young man should be decimated in Corporal Derek Willer's eyes. He wanted to put the term Semper-fi into use. Derek knew he would just have to be patient with him. Luka turned the stove on and put a pan on with some butter. He went to the fridge and pulled out four eggs and then continued to crack each one into the sizzling pan. As he was frying them, he became increasingly hungry and he looked at the eggs. "Almost done, yum... I wonder if Derek wants any. Eh, if he tells me he wants something, I'll make it for him." He thought to himself. He was sort of limited on what he knew how to make. He knew the basics, pancakes, eggs (of course), French toast, bacon, and he had a waffle maker if needed. Luka grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and put it beside the stove on the countertop. He turned off the stove and tilted the pan so that the eggs slid onto his plate. He made them scrambled and he was content with the food he made. He thought things you made by yourself always tasted just that much more, good! Maybe it's the pride he felt but he didn't care, it was food. He grabbed the ketchup out of the fridge and sat down at the table. He squirted the ketchup onto his plate and dug in. Five content minutes of food consummation later, he was sated with the feeling of being full and he leaned back in the chair, but again, as his eyes opened, that damn chair was still empty. "Something smells good!" a deep sexy voice from down the hall said. When he looked over at the hallways entrance to the room, his fantasy walked out in those sweatpants and a tight wife-beater shirt, and gave him a nice smile. "Can I make you something?" Luka asked, smiling back. "Smells like eggs?" he guessed and Luka nodded. "I'll make some up for you. How do you like them?" Luka said getting up from the table and putting his dishes into the dishwasher. "Thanks. Is it bad I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal?" he asked. "Yes! I think I need to fix that." Luka said with a smile. With that, Derek sat down at the table and looked around while Luka started cooking again. He was in disbelief at how nice everything was here. He laughed when he saw the roses just placed on island in a crystal vase. It looked like the one thing that Luka didn't care where they were. "What's so funny?" Luka asked, but didn't looked at him. "Those roses... they looked just, I don't know, out of place." Derek said chuckling to himself, but Luka didn't find it in the least funny. He didn't want those red pieces of peddles, he wanted them gone. Well, to put things more clearly, he wanted the guy who sent them to be gone. This guy, who Luka won't even speak the name of, took Luka out one night, and yes they actually had fun. Only when Luka woke up the next morning did he find that his wallet was missing $200 dollars. The guy wasn't seen until two days later, wearing new clothes and shoes from Hollister. He also was with another guy... Well, Luka screamed at him with language that would make a sailor blush and that relationship was thereby... ended, and guessing the one that he was with at the current time. "What, did an admirer of yours get them for you?" Derek snickered. Luka turned his head and glared at Derek. His dark blue eyes seeming ice cold, freezing Derek where he sat in his chair. Derek realized what a dumb question that was. He knew of Luka's past and was generally terrified of Luka at this moment, but as he looked into Luka's eyes, he could see that here was more than just rage in his eyes. There was also a twinge of pain and heartbreak. Luka turned his head back to the eggs, which were almost finished, leaving an awkward silence in the room. Derek sat there knowing he had to say something, anything, but he didn't know if sorry would do it. Well, he had to try. When Luka brought over the eggs and set them down in front of Derek, Derek grasped Luka's wrist and held him there. Luka gave him a look of confusion. "I'm sorry Luka. I haven't even been here one day and I already crossed a line that I was well aware existed." Luka was stunned. He would have just accepted a simple `I'm sorry' but this... this was sincerity and it touched Luka. Derek released Luka's wrist slowly, letting his fingers brush over his skin, leaving Goosebumps in their wake. Derek smiled at Luka and looked down at his food. "Thanks." Derek said. "You're welcome." Luka said with a slight smile. He walked over to the other chair and sat down. "I didn't mean to get pissed at you, I just..." Luka sighed and tried to say something several times before he gave up and sat back in his chair. "... People suck." Luka murdered. "Isn't that the truth." Derek replied, taking another bite of his eggs. Luka smiled. Mainly because now when he looked across the table, there was another person sitting in that lonely chair. In a different way than most, this made Luka feel a little bit more completed. As Luka looked at Derek, Derek looked up and looked at Luka. His eyes, no longer were angered, but a despaired kind of happiness to them, like he was happy, but there was something that was killing him from the inside out. While Luka looked at Derek, wow, that explosion of green he was peering into made him Jell-o. Then, he saw something new that he wasn't sure what to call it. This look, he knew it from somewhere... Flashback: Luka opened the French doors to his dad's office. His father was at his desk staring at something that he held in his hand. "Dad, what are you looking at?" 6 year old Luka asked his father. His father looked up at Luka and smiled. "Come here." His father said and Luka obeyed. He hopped up on his dad's lap and looked at what his dad was holding. It was a picture of his father and a woman. The woman was in an amazing white dress and his father was in a Tux. Luka remembered what is was. "Is that you and mama on your wedding day?" he asked with his cute little grin. His father put his arm around Luka and rubbed his arm a few times. "You would have loved her Luka. She was a remarkable person; brilliant, sweet, loving..." his dad's voice trailed off and a single tear fell from his eye onto the glass on the frame. Luka looked into his fathers eyes and there it was, that same look.... Present Day: Then it hit him; it's the same look that Luka saw in his father's eyes when he looked at pictures of his mother. It was a yearning and wishing type thing if he had to name it. Neither of the two realized that they were both entranced by each other's eyes and neither did they notice the other doing the same to him. This peaceful moment shattered with the pounding of the door. Both men looked at the door and Luka stood up. Then, they both realized what had just occurred and Luka's heart rate sped up and Derek blushed lightly. Luka walked over to the door and opened it. Standing there in the doorway was... "Did you get my Roses?" Chapter 5: Luka became infuriated at the figure before him. "Well?" he asked, waiting for Luka's response. Luka's eyes went back to the raging glacier that was glaring at Derek just a while ago, but now, it was a death sentence to this young man. "Are you fucking kidding me Sam?" Luka exploded. Derek put another piece of egg in his mouth as Luka got up from the table and nearly choked on it when Luka started screaming at this guy, who was apparently named Sam. Derek sat there quietly as it continued. "Baby don't be mad at me." Sam's voice cooed, placing his hand on Luka's chest. He smacked it off. "Fucking touch me again and it's going to be shattered like glass. Also, let's make one thing straight, I am NOT your baby, nor was I or ever will be. You are a worthless piece of shit and another name on the list of people that screwed me over!" Luka was beyond mad, beyond upset, and was past livid. This was an all-new anger in which he never knew he consisted of. Sam giggled slightly and stroked Luka's arm. "Your sexy when your..." he didn't finish his sentence with words, but with a blood curdling scream. Luka grabbed Sam's small hand in his massive one and crushed it. There were cracks and snaps. "Leave me alone!" Luka yelled. Derek heard Sam's scream and jumped up and ran over to the door. Luka's hand was in a clenched fist and Sam was on the floor writhing in pain. Derek initially thought that Luka had duffed the kid in the head, but then he realized that the kids hand, or what was left of it, was in Luka's clenched fist. "Luka, let go of him!" Derek said urgently, ripping Luka's hand off of Sam's. Once Sam was free, he got up and ran. "Never come back here you shit!" Luka yelled. With that, Luka stepped back into the apartment, led in by Derek. Luka slammed the door with a loud boom, but once the door closed, Luka fell back against the door and started to cry, not hard, but a steady stream fell down his face. Derek led them to the couch and they sat down side by side. Luka wrapped his arms around Derek and held him tight. Even if this didn't mean anything, Derek would play the hand that was given to him. Derek put his arms around Luka and slowly rubbed his back. "It's going to be okay Luka. It's going to be okay." Derek said to him softly. Luka cried softly, for all of the things that have happened to him, this was his breaking point. All of the nerve of Sam to show up back here again, trying to get with him, yet again?!?! Never, ever-ever-EVER would that happen again. He knew he shouldn't have broken Sam's hand but it felt good, in a sadistic, revenge type of manner. Luckily for the both of them, Derek was there to separate them. Luckily, Derek cared enough about him to stop him. Derek cared about him.... Derek cared about him! He knew that much. If he didn't, then he wouldn't be here sitting on the couch holding him, letting him cry into his shoulder. Thoughts crossed his mind. "Should I take a chance? I know he cares for me. He knows I'm gay so what if... AAAAHHHH, dammit Luka grow some fucking balls man! Come on Luka, show how much you care for him, what you felt when you were writing to him, what you felt when he said he would move in, what he's doing now..." Luka slowly moved himself from Corporal Derek Willer's shoulder and slid his hands up to Derek's cheeks. They looked at each other, looking into each other's eyes. This time, they both had the same look in them; a longing for each other. Luka moved in slowly, his breath increasing as he inched closer. Luka bent his head to the side a little bit as he moved. He stopped less than a centimeter away from Derek's lips, both of their own steamy breath hitting each of their lips. Luka closed the small distance and made contact with Derek's. A soft moan came from both of their mouths when their lips came together as one. Derek's hands moved up Luka's hard body and knew that Luka was tense. He laid Luka back on the couch, still in lip lock and laid himself on top of Luka. Now that Derek had him, he wanted to show his affection towards him. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue to Luka's lips, wanting entrance. Slowly, Luka opened his mouth and Derek's tongue moved in, intertwining itself with Luka's. Luka moved on of his hands up into Derek's short hair blond hair and the other down his back and settled on his butt, which he lightly groped. Luka then lightly nibbled on Derek's lower lip and Derek moaned in pleasure. They both knew they had boners and that added to the lust they felt for each other. Luka's cellphone started ringing in his pocket. He punched it and it stopped ringing. Meanwhile: "Stacy, do we need to go to the store today?" Lucy asked her sorority sister. "Yeah, were pretty much out." Stacy called from the other room. "I'll call Luka and see if he can drive me to the store later." "Okay!" and with that, Lucy pulled out her phone and called Luka. On the second ring he answered. "Hey Luka, I was wondering if..." "I've wanted this for so long." She heard Luka's voice but it sounded muffled, and then there were kissing sounds, then a moan, then another voice. "Luka, when you said you were gay in your letter..." more kissing sounds. "... I nearly fell out of my chair..." an elongated moan. "... I was so alone over there and then... everything happened." The man said. The kissing sounds persisted and Lucy's jaw was dropped. The only other person that this mystery man could have been... Corporal Derek Willer! Derek pulled back from Luka and just stared into his beautiful eyes and Luka did the same. Derek stroked Luka's cheek softly and Luka rolled his head into the warm hand. They sat up on the couch and Luka wrapped an arm around Derek. He pulled out his phone to check to see who called. When he pulled it out and looked at the screen, his smile fell almost instantly. Lucy was still there, and she had been for 7 minutes and 30 seconds and counting. "LUCY!" Luka yelled into the phone. "Oh, uh.... Hi, Luka. Fuck this is awkward." She said with a slight groan to her voice. Derek was looking at Luka with wide eyes. Lucy had just heard them make out for the last several minutes of pure bliss. "Just a little Lucy." Luka was peeved. "Well, um, so, did you and Corporal Derek uhhhh.... Have a, good... time?" she asked, her voice going higher and higher in pitch as she talked. "How did you know it was Derek?" Luka asked. She huffed. "Number one, I know what his voice sounds like, and two, who else would it be?" she said. Luka sighed and didn't say anything more. "Luka... you know I'm happy for you, and Derek... even if this is what I said I wanted to do and you go and do it instead. Now on that factor of this, I'm fucking pissed." She added. Luka grinned a little bit. "Thanks Lucy." He said as he let out a breath. "Oh cheer up, it's not the end of the world." She said happily. "Okay Lucy, fine. So, you called me for a reason and that reason is?" Luka asked. "Oh yeah! No one here at the sorority has a working car, and we need food. Would you be able to drive me and Stacy to the market later or now, but later is good too." Something told Luka that she wanted to go now... "Well, I need to go to the store too. Just you and Stacy though, okay? No screaming girl party in my car!" Luka said. "Oh, I see, you want to bring your Marine with you." She said and she hit it on the dot. "Oh shut up. I'll be there in like two hours... I still need to do some things." "Okay, see you later then lover boy." She said seductively and the call ended. He turned to face Derek who was sitting there, blushing. He looked so cute, like a little kid who was caught misbehaving. "She heard it all?" he asked. "Yeah." Luka said and pecked him on the lips again. A sly grin came on his face and he hugged Luka and buried his head in the crook of Luka's neck. "We need to go to the store later, want to go?" Luka asked. "Are they coming too?" "Yes." "Well this is going to get interesting, I can already tell." He sniggered. Luka held him tight in his arms. After several minutes, Luka spoke up. "Corporal, I have a mission for you." He said. Derek looked up at Luka with a confused face. "I'm not following." He said. Luka leaned down and whispered something into Derek's deft ear. "Oh, shit. I forgot that. Well, anyways..." putting back on his leader voice. "Your mission is to help a young recruit with something called a shower." Derek looked at Luka with a sexy little grin. "Hoo-rah!" Alright guys, that's the second installment of this. I know that this one is a bit shorter than the first one but trust me I have a reason for that. For the past like half week, I have had a head cold and was not able to do anything although that has nothing to do with this chapter because I wrote it from like 11 pm- 2:30ish am, and then the rest this morning. Anyways, while I was sick, I found out what a Furry was... needless to say I found it very well, erotic, to say the least. (There is also a story in the Sf- Fantasy section called Healing Love. It's with a Lion and a Tiger and it's fucking amazing!! You should check it out some time and if you are the author to that story reading this, write more chapters soon pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaase! #obsession) The rest of this page is going to be an idea/ story that I got while I was sick, lying in bed bored out of my fucking mind. I hope ya'll enjoy that and let me know what you think. Last but not least, I would like to thank all of the people who contacted me about the story and it was great hearing everything ya'll thought about it, which was 100% good responses!!!!! :D It's feels great to know I have a little fan base that would follow this story. So, I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter and indulge yourself in the thing below, ya' know, if ya'll feel like it. :) Please keep in mind that this is not edited, so it may have errors of many kinds and may not flow well, but that is not the point of this preview. I just want honest opinions and anything you tell me will help. Wait, correction, as long as it's relevant to the story. Thankyou and enjoy, -Jered  Back To December... William or, Will, to most, had the high school life that most people envied. He was one of the popular football jocks. He wasn't the Quarter Back, no, that was his friend Jacob. Will was a Line Backer, one with a very good track record. He, along with the rest of his group, never had a shortage of girls, although secretly, he never wanted the girls, yeah he acted just like the horned up, hormone filled football playing guys in his school, but Will was gay. The 170 pound, muscle stud, 17 year old was `queer' as most of the guys called it. Luckily for him, he wasn't a queen and was slightly annoyed by those types of gays for how prissy they were. Will preferred to act like a man, not a bitch. One year ago: Back to December William walked out of the school locker room on Friday night after they used the school facilities that were open during summer vacation. His best friend, Jacob, in tail. "Hey Will, what are you doing tonight?" Jacob called to him. Will turned around to face him. Jacob was a hot kid. He was about 150, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and he was all muscle, but he was a shorty at 5'5''. "Well, my mom is gone for a few days again, so nothing much." Will said. Jacob looked around the hallway to make sure they were alone. "Oh, so you aren't going to be tapping some guy's ass for the next couple of days?" Jacob snickered. Jacob was also the only person that knew of William's sexuality. "Oh, fuck you Jake." Will sneered with a smile to let him know he was kidding. "You wish." Jacob said, laughing. "Don't tempt me Jacob; you know I could do it if I wanted to." Will said. They both walked out to the parking to their respective cars as they said goodbye. William unlocked his Ford Explorer and threw his stuff in the back, then jumped into the driver seat. On his way home, he turned on the radio but to his disappointment, the news was one, but what they were talking about caught his attention. "This would be victim number seven, this one being a Nicholas Sparey. His body was found out in the woods on Widgen Path early this morning. His body had been dismantled and eaten..." and he turned off the radio. If he could see his face, he would have seen a ghost. In the past month, there had been now seven murders. They were always in the country, where William lived. The bodies were always if not almost all eaten. He pulled into his driveway and into the garage. He got out and closed the garage door before entering his home. It was just William and his mother, Joyce. His father was not to be named in this home... Joyce was a traveling lawyer and wasn't home much anymore now since Will could take care of himself and drives himself. Their home was designed by his mother, being a large Victorian home out in the country. The property was an old farm that was only in use when farmers would rent the land. Right now it was all high cornstalks. On their property, there was an old barn. It was a grayish blue barn with three stories to it. Since they had no use for it besides storage for random things, and lawnmowers, it was creepy and run down. The first floor had all the cattle cages, the second floor, which was connected to the hill and was the main floor, would have held all of the hay, which the top third floor still did occasionally, like now, when one of the farmers needed more space, but for William and his mom, it had some of their junks and lawnmowers. The top floor was a beat-up loft for hay. William walked into his bedroom and tossed his backpack into a chair and he flopped on his bed. Then he smelt himself and knew he needed to take a shower. He walked to his bathroom, which was connected to his room. One the water started heating up, he began to strip. He liked the way he looked; his short very dirty blond hair that he shaped into a short Mohawk, a stubble goatee on his chine, 5'11'', a thick muscular frame, big pecks, big arms/ legs, and a nice bubbly ass. He had given up on abs and showing real tone to his muscle. He was almost all muscle, but his body didn't like definition, so he looked like a tank, and not a bodybuilder. His face just finished off the look with a strong, chiseled jaw line, sexy baby blue eyes, a cute nose, and no acne whatsoever. Yeah, he's a good looking kid if you want to make an understatement. After his shower, it was only 7pm and it wouldn't be dark for another two hours, so he grabbed his Desert Eagle Pistol and went outside to just shoot of some rounds, basic target practice. After hitting the bull's-eye 12 out of the 15 rounds he shot, he was satisfied with himself. He started to pack up some of his things in the far field from his house when he heard a rustling in the corn. He turned around quickly, gun in hand. The rustling stopped and it was eerily quiet, then there was a loud howl. William could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He squinted his eyes and he saw it; a massive black animal stalking him slowly a little ways in the corn. William shot. There was a yelp and then it ran, whatever it was, and so did Will. Shooting practice things forgotten, except his gun, he ran back to his house in 30 seconds flat. He ran around inside the house and locked all the windows and doors, closed all the curtains and blinds, and then locked himself inside of his room. He saw it, he couldn't believe he saw it... and lived. He lay on his bed for two hours in deep thought until he finally fell asleep. The next morning, being Saturday, he should have slept in, but he forgot to turn off his alarm clock. He woke up at 6 am. Knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, he went to take his shower and brush his teeth. Once he was dressed, gym short and a t-shirt, he walked downstairs to make himself breakfast. He knew his mom wouldn't be back till next week, but she always left an envelope of money for any situation that may arise in the kitchen fruit dish. He grabbed the envelope and counted the money. Two grand, not like he'll use all of it but he was happy he had it in case. He looked out the window and saw the Sun just rising over the trees. He opened the freezer to get some frozen waffles to pop in the toaster. They were good but they also weren't homemade like he liked. Either way, they served their purpose. He remembered his dishes and went into the `study' as it was called by his mother, Will just referred to it as another room, but it had a Grand Piano which he had played since he was very little. He sat down at the old black piano, cracked his knuckles, and placed them on the keys. He thought of what to play and then smiled when he decided. He began to play My Immortal by Evanescence. His hands flowed across the keys as he played the somber melody. At about the second chorus, a loud howling made Will freeze where he was. It sounded sad. Then, the one howl was joined by another, and then another. The three long howls made the hairs one William's neck stand. Once it stopped, it was dead silent. After about a minute, Will got up and knew he needed to calm down. They were outside, he was inside. He walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed one of his many medical books. Wanting to be a surgeon when he was older, he had plenty of medical books and shows that covered almost every topic on the subject. He was almost done with this one and would continue into the next one in the series. A couple hours later, he had finished it. It was not 11 am, close to lunch but he wasn't yet hungry, but he did want something. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple and then noticed a note on the fridge. It was a short chore list for him left by his mother. "Mow the lawn... great." He groaned to himself. Then the thought of being back outside made him uneasy again. He went back up to his room to grab his gun before going back outside. He walked out of the house and down a ways a bit to the barn. He slid open the large metal door on the second floor so he could get in. He walked in and looked around a little bit. He stopped in front of the three mowers to take his pick. Then, he heard rustling in the hay upstairs. He drew his gun from the holster on his hip. He turned toward the stairs but then better judgment took the better of him and he hopped on one of the mowers to start the lawn. The entire time he was antsy. He wanted to know what was up there, but what if it was the animal he saw yesterday. What would he do? Well, he had his gun but he shot it last night and it didn't die. He got lucky the night before and didn't want to chance it, but he kept catching himself staring at the barn while he was working. After about an hour, William failed to realize that the gas was almost gone and before he knew it, the mower stopped. "Shit!" he said to himself. He hopped off the mower and walked back down to the barn again but, when he entered this time, he knew he wasn't alone. "Come on. Just get..." and then he heard the muffled howl in pain. Why would a person howl like a wolf? This was a guy and he guessed around his age; the voice sounding deep enough though, and was sexy. Will crept through the barn, forgetting about the gas or the mower. He didn't dare say anything, nor make a sound. He reached the stairs and the upset mumbles from above continued, and so did the whimpers or cries of pain. Once Will made it to the tops of the stairs and was on the top loft level, he looked around but didn't see anything but hay. He took out his Desert Eagle Pistol. He cocked it which made an audible click, and the room fell silent. Ten seconds passed and William fell impatient. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Come out now or I will find you myself." There was still no answer. "I have the only exit blocked, just in case you're wondering." Then there was a rustling and the voice spoke again. "Please, don't shoot me, I'm already injured." The voice said, he was scared whoever it was. Then he saw who the owner to that voice was. A guy staggered out into the open, wearing a pair of gym shorts. He had a bleeding bullet wound in the side of his abdominal area. He looked to be a bit older that William, hairy on his abs, light fuzz on his chest, arms, and legs were denser, a thick stubble that wrapped around his was and attached to his head hair, which was short and spiked, and it was all a light gray, not gray, but not stone cold black either. Body wise he was much bigger than William. He was lightly tanned, stood at about 6'2'', had more muscle to him which also had what William lacked, which was definition. He noticed some different features on him that he hadn't seen anywhere else. He had almost neon purple eyes, hands and feet that were a hybrid mix between paws. His ears also stood out being rather pointy and tallish. To Will, he was a sexy piece of work that he would like to get to know. Will was broken away from his gawking when the guy reached out toward him. Will put his gun on safety and shoved it in his pocket before running to him. He caught him right before he was about to fall over onto the floor. "I got you, hold on." Will said. If this guy weighed under 220, Will could carry him back to the house. "How heavy are you?" Will asked. "212." He said. Will knew it would be a challenge but it needed to be done. He picked the guy up fireman style and lugged him all the way back to his house. He brought him up to his bedroom and laid towels down on the bed before Will place him down onto it. He ran to one of his shelves and pulled out his tools for this type of situation. Will liked to practice on dummies and this is one of the procedures he had done a couple times before. The guy on his bed had seemed to have passed out. Will grabbed his swivel chair and turned on his light. This was the real deal now and he couldn't afford to fuck this one up. After about ten minutes, which seemed like hours to Will, he had gotten the bullet out of the guy. Will noticed something right off the bat as he took a look at the bullet; it looked to be one from his own gun but the bullet was so contorted that he was unable to read any numbers off the sides. One thing that Will noticed now that hadn't noticed before is that he was hot! Yes in looks, but this was temperature wise. He had to be 1200 at least. William stopped touching him and started to stich him up and applied the bandage. When he was done, he looked at him patient and was satisfied. A crack of thunder made him realize that at some point during his procedure, it had started a torrential downpour. "Shit." Will said to himself. All of his shooting things were still outside. He knew the bullets and target would be fine, and maybe the bag, but his licenses and registrations for his gun would be destroyed. That would be about a month or more to replace. Will heard a slight thud and he looked down to the ground. It was a wallet. It must have fallen from the guy's pocket. He picked it up and opened it. He was right, it was the guys. From his driver's license he found out that his name was... <22 years of age> December... it was different and when he looked at him, it sounded right. The last name being White he found ironic. A flash of lightning and a loud crack of thunder made him jump. He looked at his hands. They were trembling horribly and he knew reading wouldn't solve this. He put away his tools and shut off the lights in his room before he quietly closed the door. He was walking down the staircase, which faces the massive two story window in the greeting/ foyer to the house area. The storm made it really dark out. Usually he would have not kept looking out the window but he had a weird feeling that he should, no, must keep looking. A gigantic flash of lighting struck the earth, making the outside looking visible again. That is when he saw it. A massive yellow beast stood outside of the window with glowing yellow eyes, staring directly at William. Then it became dark again and will stood halfway down the steps frozen. The feeling about the window ended and another flash of lighting flashed and this time he could see the creature running back into the corn fields on all fours. Will took an advantage of it not being there to sprint down the rest of the stairs and grab the remote which closed the curtains. He selected all and every blind, curtain, or whatever became closed. He still had his gun in his pocket which made him feel safer. He walked through the house, turning on pretty much every light on the first floor. He made his way back to the study and looked at his piano. He sighed in relief when he sat down at it. He felt much calmer when his fingers graced the ivory keys. He started playing any song that came to mind and he sung all of them... -Speechless by Lady Gaga -I hate everything about you by Three Days Grace -Carry on by Fun. Once he finished those, he decided to try again at the one he was interrupted earlier. His fingers hit the keys and soon, he started singing. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears, And I held your hand through all of these years, You still have all of me, me, me When he finished the song, he took his hands of the piano and closed it down. "You're very talented." A voice said. William wiped around and saw December, leaning along the door frame. Looking at him closely now, he was a bit better looking when he's not dying and had two of his K-9 teeth poking out of his mouth just enough to be noticeable, and look cute as well. "You scared the shit out of me!" William exclaimed. "And you don't have a shirt still." December blushed bad, it going way down onto his chest. "I have a shirt but I left my bag in the barn." He said smiling sheepishly. It was obvious it was still raining to the extremes and they just looked at each other. Will looked at his muscular arms and saw something else he missed in his haste; a dark purple tattoo in the shape of an offset skewed paw. It was perplexing why he had it. "I like your tattoo." Will said. December looked at his arm and then gave a toothy grin to Will, showing off his little bit larger than life K-9's. His eyes also seemed to have some sort of twinkle to them... "Thanks, I've had it for a while." He glanced at the piano and nodded toward it. "So, how long have you played it for?" he asked. "I've played it since I was 5, although, I wasn't very good back then." And Will gave off a small chuckle. "Well, your very good now." His voice was low and smooth. Just from the way he said it, it took his breath away and he started to blush. A loud howl near the house caught both of their attention. Will swore he heard a soft growl come from December. "So..." Will said to break the creepy tension that was invading the room. December looked back at Will. "So how much did you hear?" Will asked. Again, Will's eyes wondered to the guys chest. "From the moment you started playing. I heard someone running down the stairs so I got up and followed. You seemed rather stressed out, but..." December walked completely into the room and walked beside the piano, letting his hand drift on the top of it. "...playing seems to calm you. Am I right?" he asked. William was a little bit embarrassed that he was being watch the whole time he was playing, especially by December. William stood up from the piano bench and walked towards the door, December in tail. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To find you a shirt because your body is tu...." Will stopped himself just in time from saying `turning me on' which would have made for a very awkward moment with no escape. "My body is..." December asked. "Oh, uh, it's bugging me. That's all."