SOULBOUND ‡ pact
By Wes
Leigh
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"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd
with lovers' tears."
-- Romeo, from Romeo and Juliet, by William
Shakespeare
The old Dodge pickup pulled into the high school parking
lot, radio blasting almost as loud as the wereboys
inside, who were laughing and shouting at one another. The truck rolled to a
stop. Connor and his friends piled out, with more playful shoves and raucous
laughter.
In the shade of the drama building, vampire youth stood watching,
frowning.
"Animals," Sebastian muttered.
Regina smirked. "True. But Connor does have a certain ...
monstrous appeal, wouldn't you say, Xavier?"
Xavier turned toward Regina, a bemused expression on his
face. "I really don't have any idea what you mean, Regina."
"Oh?" she replied, smiling. "I think you do."
Xavier shook his head sadly. "Regina, unlike you, I don't
spend every moment of the day focused on my crotch and who I might invite for
the next visit."
Sebastian's jaw dropped.
Gregor doubled over in laughter.
The rest of the vampire youth waited with bated breath to
see how Regina would respond.
Regina squinted at Xavier and clinched her jaw in anger. Finally
finding words to say in response, she snapped, "Connor isn't my type, but judging
by the erections you and Connor get in History, you seem to think it's
appropriate for the future leader of our Covenant to fantasize about fucking a
werewolf."
Several of the vampire youth gasped, waiting to see what
Xavier would say.
Xavier stared at Regina, surprised by the venom in her
voice, but then he chuckled and said, "Regina, dear, I see you're also
preoccupied with my crotch and Connor's. You really need to find a new hobby."
Gregor and Sebastian laughed, relieved to hear Xavier wasn't
taking Regina's comments seriously.
But Regina wasn't ready to give up so easily. "I'm not the
only one who has seen it, Xavier. How do you explain the fact that you and
Connor get hard around each other."
Xavier shook his head slowly as he laughed. "You really need
me to explain how the body of a teenage boy works? Seriously?"
Now all the vampires were laughing, and Regina realized she
had lost this battle. She glared at Xavier and stomped off, angry at herself
for allowing Xavier to get the better of her.
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There were no boners in History class that day. For some
reason, Connor and Xavier were struggling to work together. The other students
heard angry whispers as they argued about who should present each part of the
project. The dispute became so animated that Mrs. McDuffey called them down and
told them to resolve it quietly or to wait until after class if necessary.
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In the hall after class, Connor and Xavier resumed their
argument.
"We agreed on this last week," Connor said, his face turning
red with frustration. "Why are you trying to change it up at the last minute."
"Last week, I thought you could do it," Xavier said, tight
lipped. "This week, it's obvious that we're both going to get a poor grade
because you can't handle your part of the presentation."
Students began gathering around, listening in to what was
turning into a typical bit of high school drama. It was especially interesting
because most of them had expected a blow-up for days now, wondering how long a
vampire and werewolf could be forced to work together without getting into a
massive argument.
Connor moved closer to Xavier, leaning over the shorter lad.
"So the only way to get a good grade is for you
to do the entire presentation?"
Xavier looked up and shoved his face into Connor's. "That's
right. The only option."
Connor snorted. "I get it. The big dumb jock can't handle
it? Is that what you're saying?"
"It's not what I'm saying, but if it's true ..." Xavier left
his words hanging in the air between them.
Connor backed up a step. "Maybe it has nothing to do with me
being a football player," he suggested.
Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what is it?"
"Maybe it's all about your mother screwing up the play."
Xavier looked baffled. "What does that have to do with
anything?"
"Give me a break," Connor said, irritated. "Your mother fucks
with every damned thing in this town. She thinks she's in charge, and she can
snap her fingers and everyone has to do what she wants. You're just like her. Her
second-in-command. And you think you can change up our history project at the
last minute and I'll just agree to whatever you want."
Xavier nodded slowly. "I see your point. My mother does tell
other people how she wants things done, but then again, she knows how
everything should be done. If you think I'm just like her, I take
that as a compliment."
Connor took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "We ain't changin' up the history project. I'll do my part. You do
yours. Not everyone in this town does what the Smyth's demand." Connor stared
hard at Xavier, waiting until he saw Xavier wink one eye quickly. Connor smiled
in response.
Xavier, knowing that Connor had picked up his subtle signal,
smiled in response. "Fine. We'll both get a failing grade. I'm sure Coach Allen
won't mind and your position on the football team will be as secure as ever."
And with that, the argument ended, much to the chagrin of
the watching students. They had all secretly hoped for a fist fight.
Connor and Xavier went their separate ways, confident that
they had convinced everyone that they hated each other. Of course, it's easy to
convince people of what they've already decided to believe.
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Sebastian was struggling with one of his lines. "Love
goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward
school with heavy looks." He turned to Wolfie
and shook his head, exasperated. "I don't get it. What the hell am I saying? What
does it even mean?"
Wolfie chuckled from where he sat
in the auditorium, watching the players practice. "Ah, yes, once again,
Shakespeare has given us a memorable line that requires explanation to the
modern ear." He stood up and approached the stage. "Let's break it down, shall
we? The first half ... say it again, please."
Sebastian glanced at the script in his hand. "Love goes
toward love as schoolboys from their books?"
"Right. Now what are schoolboys like when they're leaving
their books behind and headed home after school? Hmmm? What are they doing?"
Standing nearby, Gregor replied, "Jumping with joy! Free at
last!"
Wolfie slapped the stage with his
hand. "Exactly! They're thrilled to be out of school, and Shakespeare is saying
that two people in love are like those schoolboys, eager to reach their
destination. But when you are forced to be away from someone you love ..."
Sebastian frowned. "I don't know."
"What's the last half of the line?" Wolfie
asked.
Sebastian read, "But love from love, toward school with
heavy looks." He shrugged and said, "I still don't get it."
Wolfie looked at Gregor, who also
shrugged. Then Wolfie turned to Xavier.
Xavier sighed as he explained, "When two lovers are unable
to be together, they're like schoolboys headed back to class, with sad faces."
"Very good," Wolfie said with a
grin. "That is the essence of how Romeo and Juliet are feeling. Their love is
fresh and new. They want to be together. It's the only thing they think about,
but because of their families, they can't. Now do you understand the line?"
Sebastian nodded slowly. "Okay. I get it. But it's crap."
Wolfie looked at Sebastian in
surprise. "Oh? Why do you say that?"
"That's not how love really works. Not for guys anyway. Maybe
girls get all sad and mopey if they can't be with the guy they want, but guys
just deal with it. You know?"
Regina glared at Sebastian, then threw her script in his
face and stomped off.
"Hey!" Sebastian shouted. "Why'd you do that?"
Gregor laughed softly. "Dude, have you forgotten what is
coming up next week?"
Sebastian, puzzled, asked, "What?"
"Homecoming, my man," Gregor said with a smile. "And you
asked Regina to be your date."
Sebastian, still clueless, asked, "What does that have to do
with anything?"
Gregor couldn't help but laugh at Sebastian's confusion. "Let's
just say Regina is really getting into her role as Juliet. I think she has a
crush on you, Sebastian, especially now that she can't have Xavier."
Sebastian thought carefully about what Gregor was saying,
then he sighed, "Fuck. How did I not notice?"
Gregor threw an arm around Sebastian's shoulders. "You're
really going to enjoy Homecoming, my man."
Wolfie struggled to control his
laughter as he summoned several other actors to center stage to practice a
different scene. He sent Gregor and
Xavier off to help Sebastian with his lines and to find a way to patch things
up with Regina.
Sebastian didn't need much help, so Xavier looked around,
bored. He glanced in the wings of the stage, where he saw Connor, Donny, and
Ethan practicing thrusts with prop swords. Earlier that evening, the three wereboys had shown up at rehearsals, nervously offering to
be in the play. Donny and Ethan had seemed to be unwilling participants, but
Connor actually volunteered to take on a speaking role, something short enough
that he'd have no trouble memorizing it, and Wolfie
had gratefully assigned him the part of the Verona prince, who had only a few
lines at the end of the play.
Perhaps this would work out after all, Xavier thought.
Connor seemed sincere about participating. And now he was working with his wolf
friends on their sword play, cuffing them on the heads if they became too wild
with it, admonishing them to take it seriously. All Minerva's schemes could
fail and that would serve her right, especially if Connor turned out to be a
good actor. Fortunately, Wolfie had given Xavier the
perfect excuse to spend more time with Connor when he asked Xavier to coach
Connor on his lines and delivery.
Regina was furious when she heard, muttering something about
first History and now the play bringing the two boys together again. Then she walked
away, angry about fate fucking her over. Xavier had laughed, hearing that. He
didn't know if fate was throwing him together with Connor, but it served his
purpose. Though the two of them were acting as if they didn't want to around
each other, Xavier was beginning to sense that Connor felt more than friendship
for him.
Watching Connor talk to Donny and Ethan, Xavier felt his
cock tingle and begin to get a bit chunky. Yes ... definitely more than
friendship.
Connor looked around and saw Xavier staring at them. He
pretended to look away, but he kept darting glances back at Xavier, and at one
point, he grinned. Xavier felt his heart pounding in response. Much like a
schoolboy headed home away from his books.
Yes, Shakespeare, though wordy at times, knew exactly what
he was talking about.
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"Are you going?" Xavier whispered. The history project was
mostly complete, and there was very little more that he and Connor needed to do
before they would be ready to present it. They were sitting side by side in
History class, looking over their presentation one last time.
Connor nodded his head slightly and whispered, "Yes, I'm
taking Deborah Murphy. It's expected of me."
"Because you're on the football team?"
Connor nodded again. "And because we're engaged."
"WHAT?" Xavier's question was louder than he planned. Mrs.
McDuffey looked over her glasses at him, so Xavier leaned down and lowered his
voice to ask, "In marriage?"
"Yeah," Connor admitted, his whisper sounding sad and
defeated. "I don't love her, but the Pack expects it. I'm the future alpha. I
have to have a mate."
"Did you give her a ring and all that?" Xavier asked.
"Sort of. It was the werewolf equivalent. We had our
courting meal at the Lodge and then the mating ritual and the courtship run
through the forest."
"So you two have ... ummmm ...?"
"No," Connor said, trying not to grin. "Not yet. I suppose
eventually I'll have to, but so far my cock has never
been up inside another wolf. At least, not one of the girls ..."
Xavier grinned. "Oh?"
Connor actually blushed as he replied, "It's just messing
around. Mounting each other to show dominance, you know? That's all."
"So you've never done it for love? Never
made love to anyone else?"
Connor shook his head. "Nah. I've never been in love. What
about you?"
Xavier took a deep breath. The question was bound to have
come up sooner or later, and he didn't want to fall apart answering it this
time. "Yes, I've been in love. A long time ago."
"The guy you mentioned? Your friend, Jack?"
"Yes. He lived with me and Gregor in Whitechapel. He was a
part of the family. I loved him, and he loved me."
"The two of you did ... sex stuff together?"
Xavier nodded, then giggled. "Lots of sex stuff."
"Was it good?"
"It was wonderful. But I thought you said you've mounted
some of the other wereboys? Why are you asking me if
it was good?"
Connor lowered his voice even more. "I have. But I'm kinda big ... down there ... and they can't take it very long
before they have to pull off. They say it hurts too much." Connor and Xavier
both giggled. Connor continued, "So it's always been quick. Rushing to get it
done before they cramp up. It's never felt like making love to me, and I've
always wanted to know what that's like."
Xavier swallowed hard as he recalled the first night Jack
slowly sat down, impaling himself on Xavier's cock, and then leaned down to
kiss Xavier's lips with tears of painful joy in his eyes. Xavier whispered,
"It's truly wonderful."
"You miss him, don't you?"
"With all my heart."
"Do you ever think you'll find someone else you love as
much?" Connor asked, glancing at Xavier with a wistful glance.
Do I? Xavier asked himself. Will I find someone else to
love? Have I found someone, and I'm scared to let myself go because I don't
want to be disloyal to the memory of Jack?
Xavier stared into Connor's green eyes and whispered, "Yes,
I do."
Connor blinked, then smiled, and whispered, "Will you tell
me if it happens?"
Xavier grinned. "You'll be the first to know."
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The Homecoming game was a massive blowout. With Connor
dominating on defense, the Agony Cougars demolished the visiting Allentown
Mustangs, 42 to 0. Casey Sanger had a great night as the Cougar quarterback,
scoring at will. Even young Caleb Allen, as the fullback, managed to score a
touchdown. As for the Mustangs, they never posed a serious threat, struggling
to make any yardage with Connor running free in their backfield play after
play.
The Agony stands rocked slightly from the fans jumping
around and celebrating.
The band gave a halftime show everyone would be talking
about for weeks to come.
And the football team was mobbed when the final seconds
ticked off the clock, with students swarming the field and hugging the players,
who celebrated the easy win with helmets held high.
Eventually, Coach Allen was able to herd the players to the
field house for their showers by reminding them they had a dance to attend.
For the first time, Connor's cock wasn't plumping up in the
hot water at the sight of all the naked boys around him. He was too scared to
get hard. All he could think about was the dance later that night and what was
expected of him as Deborah's date.
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Xavier entered the school gymnasium with Gabrielle Dubayne on his arm. She was a pale vampire with long silver
locks and a cold personality, but she'd eagerly accepted his invitation to the
dance, delighting at the opportunity to rub it in Regina's face.
Regina and Sebastian seemed to have worked out their
differences, because they were smiling as they walked in behind Xavier and
Gabrielle. All four were dressed in expensive tuxedos and evening gowns, black
of course, though Xavier had a blood red cummerbund and Gabrielle a matching
red corsage. Regina's dark purple corsage matched Sebastian's waistband. They
were perfectly attired, in the manner of the wealthiest of vampire youth.
Connor and Deborah entered the gym a half hour later. Connor
looked uncomfortable in the suit he wore, tugging at the collar to get more
air. It was tight on him, for he'd put on even more muscle playing football, so
all his clothes strained to contain his swollen body. Standing next to him,
Deborah was stunning in her deep green gown, her blond hair cascading down her
back. Regina and Gabrielle sniffed when they saw her and turned away, jealous
of the weregirl's beauty and the muscular boy she was
with.
Xavier glanced at Connor and Deborah, then looked away. The
two looked like the perfect couple, the future leaders of the Silvermane Pack. His heart betrayed him and ached at the
thought. But that was foolish. It wasn't like he could ever be Connor's date at
a dance.
The school principal asked for everyone's attention and made
a series of boring announcements about what type of conduct was acceptable at
the dance. The list of unacceptable behaviors made several students giggle. Xavier
didn't care. He was certain that he and Gabrielle would be the model students. Couldn't
have Minerva getting upset over the way they represented the Covenant, right?
The band moved forward and started with a fast-paced song
that brought a cheer from the students and a mass surge toward the dance floor
for the first dance.
Xavier didn't fancy being bumped and smashed, so he asked
Gabrielle if she'd like a drink. She nodded, so he headed for the refreshment
table. As he made his way through the crowd, he saw Connor headed in the same
direction.
Connor noticed Xavier and nodded. "Getting something to
drink?"
"Yes," Xavier replied, having to shout slightly to be heard
over the music.
"I'm getting Deborah something," Connor explained, picking
up two plastic cups.
"Same. I mean, I'm getting Gabrielle a drink."
Connor chuckled at Xavier's misstatement. "The band sounded
great at halftime. Did you play the solo again?"
Xavier nodded as he poured punch in two cups. "You were
amazing on the field, as usual. Are you planning to destroy every team we play
this year."
Connor smiled and snarled, "With a vengeance!"
Laughing, Xavier picked up the cups. "I look forward to
watching." He carried the cups to where Sebastian, Regina, and Gabrielle were
still standing, talking. Glancing back over his shoulder once, Xavier saw
Connor looking at him. Xavier couldn't be certain, but it seemed Connor wanted
something from him.
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Somehow, Connor made it through three dances with Deborah,
feeling completely foolish the entire time, but Deborah reassured him, telling
him he was a great dancer. He didn't believe her, but he appreciated her
consideration. While she chatted with some of the other students, Connor
excused himself, saying he needed some fresh air.
Walking outside the gym, the night sky was filled with
sparkling stars. The air was crisp. His breath actually fogged up around him. He
shoved his hands into his pockets and walked slowly around to the side of the
gym, pausing when he saw a shadowy figure next to the wall. His eyes began to
adjust and he realized it was Xavier.
Xavier waved one hand in greeting. "You had to get out of
there too?"
"Three dances in a row. I needed to cool off."
Xavier nodded. "I haven't danced at all."
"Then why are you out here."
"I suppose because I don't want to be in there."
"With Gabrielle?"
Another nod.
"She's quite pretty."
Xavier giggled. "If you like pale, wispy, bitter women."
Connor chuckled. "I don't."
"Neither do I. Deborah looks stunning."
Connor shrugged. "Yes, she does. If you like gorgeous, sexy,
werewolf girls."
Xavier laughed. "I don't."
Connor moved closer. "Neither do I."
Xavier looked up, surprised. He saw Connor moving in, eyes
sparkling in the moonlight, lips moist. Xavier shivered. Inches apart now,
Xavier wanted to tip his head up slightly, just enough for their lips to touch.
But he couldn't. He slipped to the side and moved away, mumbling, "I'd better
get back inside. They're probably wondering where I am."
Xavier moved past Connor and walked quickly toward the door
of the gymnasium, leaving Connor staring at his back, confused and embarrassed.
The
end of Chapter Ten of SOULBOUND PACT