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The Wolf Thief

Title: The Wolf Thief
Author: house_of_lantis 
Pairing: Kradam, RPS Characters you recognize
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Dubcon, a bit of violence, language, sexuality, masturbation, wolfish behavior
Author’s Note: Written for kradamadcakes  Fest 1. Loosely based on the film “The Thomas Crown Affair”.
Summary: Kristopher Allen is a notorious thief, but not only that, he’s a lycanwolf. Adam Lambert is a wolf specialist hired by the museum to track down a stolen statue. Only a lycanwolf hunter can truly track down another of their kind and Adam is determined to catch the wolf thief – but will Kris allow Adam to catch him?

*****

The Getty Museum
Los Angeles, California


Kristopher Allen shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and grinned at the security guards at the station desk as he entered the museum. He walked through the metal detectors and the bored guards waved him through – just another college kid out to look at the naked statues – and Kris took one of the museum floor maps, walking through the entrance of the museum, his eyes looking everywhere, his senses delighting in the museum’s sheer beauty.

It wasn’t very crowded on Sunday afternoons. He strolled slowly through each collection, standing still in front of a painting, admiring humanity’s absolute brilliance in the artistry and mastery in each stroke of color on canvas. He peered at the statues that stood in the middle of the rooms and stared at the way that the light reflected just so on each piece. Kris knew a great deal about the Getty. He had tracked down old archived blueprints and stole them from the city planning office two months before so that he would have plenty of time to memorize the hard walls of the museum. One of the brilliant designs of the Getty was the movable walls, the philosophy of the curators that the room was designed around the art.

He smiled to himself as he gazed at the ceiling lighting systems and saw the way that the tracks were laid out. He watched the people who wandered through the museum, couples holding hands, young children engaged with the interactive multimedia screens around the rooms, and the guards who walked through the rooms. With a soft hum, he finally made his way to the collection that he was most interested in – the infamous Lupercalia Collection – lycanwolf art going back to the 1600s.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the paintings and the sculptures in the collection. Lycanwolf history taught him that these treasures were stolen from the old packs, before the packs were decimated through slavery and war and civilization. He likened it to the Nazis plundering the wealth of European Jews after forcing them into concentration camps. Humanity was a duality of light and dark, life and death, beauty and the obscene. It wore two faces in the same way that Kris wore two faces – the human face he showed the world and the lycanwolf that he kept hidden deep inside.

He stepped casually to the center of the room to look at the statue of The Golden Lycans. It was a jewel of the collection – an Alpha wolf standing tall with his Beta mate beside him, set on top of a hill made from emeralds. The statue was not very large, it would fit into the palm of both hands, but the level of detail on the faces of the wolf pair was incredible. The Alpha wolf held its head high, eyes staring straight ahead, proud tilt of his tail. And beside him was the Beta, teeth bared at the unknown enemy, just as strong and as fierce as his mate. Kris stood in front of the glass case and let out a soft sigh. This was the epitome of lycanwolves – the perfect pair. It was more myth now than truth; that the lycanwolves were scattered all over the world, their numbers small and secret. Kris didn’t think he would ever know what it was to be part of that perfect pair.

“It’s quite gorgeous, isn’t it?”

He turned to see a woman with long blonde hair standing politely next to him. She grinned and tilted her head to the side. “Yes,” he said, softly.

“Human history was so wrong about the wolves. In the past, the lycanwolves lived in peace within their packs, only going into the human world to add to their numbers, to find their mates and turn them, until the lycanwolf genetics began to grow stronger, no longer part animal but part of the human genome as well,” she murmured, looking at the statues. He kept the growl that formed in his throat in check at her insult. “But the packs were dispersed and lycanwolf bloodlines were allowed to die off—“

Killed off,” he corrected, raising his eyebrows. “It was a bloody history.”

“I suppose that is one interpretation. This statue is the crowning glory of lycanwolf history – that mythical perfect pair,” she said, walking around the display so that she stood on the other side of Kris. He sniffed, as if he were just taking a breath, and scented her. She was human and the wolf inside of him was a little disappointed because she was lovely. “I suspect that if the packs still existed, we wouldn’t be able to show this statue to the world.”

“There wouldn’t be a collection to show because it would belong to the wolf packs,” he said, looking at her. “You know a lot about lycanwolves and this collection.”

“I’m Megan, I’m an assistant curator for this collection,” she said, holding out her hand. Kris shook it politely. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to be able to present it. The Lupercalia Collection will only be at the Getty for 6-weeks before it begins it’s national and then international tour.”

Kris nodded. “Yeah, I wanted to catch it before it left.”

“Do you have an interest in lycanwolf history?”

“I’m taking a few classes on it at UCLA so I thought I should come and see some of the artwork,” he lied easily with a pretty smile.

“That’s wonderful. I hope that more of your classmates will visit. I hope you’ll tell them about it,” she said, looking excitedly around the room. “Sometimes, I feel like it’s a shame that art like this has to be in a museum; but if it were in someone’s private collection, then only a select number of people would ever be able to view it.”

Kris tucked his hands into his pockets and nodded. “But this art, especially lycanwolf art, was stolen from the packs. Maybe it belongs to the lycanwolves and not caged behind walls.” She gave a small gasp and Kris hurriedly gave her a pleasant smile, shrugging. “It’s an academic debate in my classes.”

Megan chuckled and then let out a breath, nodding. “Of course. It’s just that for a moment I thought…” Kris watched as she shook her head, looking away.

He groaned internally; she probably saw his eyes glow a little. Most humans never knew that they were in the presence of lycanwolves and Kris liked it that way. Unlike other lycanwolves in human society, Kris wasn’t registered, his life hidden under layers of false identities and secret caches of money and assets. It gave him freedom and anonymity, but he would never be able to truly hide his nature. He knew that he was driven by his emotions and he had a number of lycanwolf genetics: glowing eyes, strength, endurance, alertness, agility, and fearlessness. Kris cleared his throat and inhaled deeply. “Well, thanks for talking with me. I love the collection. It was great to be able to see it.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling widely. “I hope you’ll come back soon.”

Kris gave her a nod and turned, walking slowly out of the room, looking around at the priceless artwork in the room, humming a little under his breath.

Oh yes, he would be coming back soon.

***

Kristopher’s Loft
West Hollywood


It was nearly 3 AM when Kris stepped off the elevator to his loft, a small black backpack on his shoulder. He sat down on his couch and unzipped the bag, pulling out The Golden Lycans statue, the weight heavy in his hands. He held it up into the light of the room and smiled. It was priceless, worth hundreds of millions on the black market, but Kris wasn’t interested in selling it. He would preserve it in his underground bunker, a legacy for lycanwolves for the future.

In the past three years, he had stolen the most iconic lycanwolf art from museums, galleries, and private collections. It was his mission to take back what belonged to his packs. The woman at the museum was right – this was the centerpiece of their world; and it was now his jewel in the crown.

“Welcome home,” he murmured, setting the statue down on his coffee table, fingers stroking over the two wolves.

***

The Getty Museum

Adam Lambert drove his Mustang convertible to the front of the museum and parked his car by the police tape surrounding the museum. Art recovery was a game for him. Adam enjoyed the chase, he enjoyed the challenge, and he enjoyed the lifestyle. It gave him a chance to use his strengths for the highest bidder. Some lycanwolves called him a pack traitor but Adam merely shrugged it off. He was bored and this was the only game in town that warranted his attention.

He got out of the car and closed the door and leaned back his head, inhaling deeply. There was a curious scent, something familiar that was tantalizing and just out of his reach. There were a dozen lycanwolf signatures in the air, mostly because Los Angeles was considered a safe haven for lycanwolves, but there was one that was especially delicious. He very much wanted to track that scent and meet the lycanwolf who wore it.

“Mr Lambert?”

Adam sighed. Business first.

He turned and looked at the older man. He was tanned and handsome, looked to be in his 50s, British, very well dressed, and human. He also didn’t look like he was having a good day. “Simon Cowell?”

“Yes,” he said, holding out his hand. Adam shook it firmly. “I’m the director of the Getty. Thank you for coming on such short notice. You come highly recommended.”

“What was stolen?”

“The Golden Lycans.”

Adam paused and turned to look at him. Now that was something worth his attention. “The mythical statue of the perfect lycanwolf pair. I’d think that you would’ve put it under better security.”

He watched as Simon sighed, running a nervous hand over his head. “We didn’t think we needed to. Everyone knew that the Getty was showing the statue. We thought that with the statue in the spotlight, no one would dare…” He trailed off helplessly.

Adam gave a curt nod. “Show me the scene of the crime.”

“This way,” Simon said, leading Adam into the museum’s front entrance.

Adam looked quickly around the museum, his keen eyes and his lycanwolf senses taking in everything around him.

“We think the theft occurred sometime during the dawn hours on Monday. This is the first time in museum history that we’ve actually shut down the museum for two days in a row. You can imagine how upsetting this is to our Board—“

“Look, Mr Cowell, I appreciate that you answer to a number of people who have a financial investment in this museum, but I’m not here to help you with museum politics. I can help you with the theft, especially if this was committed by a lycanwolf, and you’ll have your missing art piece again.”

Simon swallowed and took a deep breath. “We’re prepared to pay you a finder’s fee of $2 million if you can recover the statue and return it to us in 7 days – no questions asked. In fact, we’d prefer not to have any kind of police involvement and the negative media attention, but we had to report the theft because of insurance reasons. If you are unable to find it during this time, then we’ll meet your usual fee of $150,000.”

“That’s fine,” he said, smiling at Simon.

“This is the collection for—“

“Wait,” Adam said, stopping at the entrance way to the collection. “Could you ask everyone in the room to leave for a moment? There are too many scents and I need to be able to determine if the theft was made by a lycanwolf or a human.”

“Of course,” he said, walking quickly into the room and ushering the detectives and museum staff members out of the room past Adam.

Adam walked into the room and closed his eyes, inhaling the different scents in the room. He cocked his head this way and that way, his senses capturing that tantalizing scent again. It was thicker here…deeper, something earthy and familiar. He felt like he could just breathe in that lingering scent of the lycanwolf for hours, just get lost in his scent. Oh yes, Adam was very glad to know that the scent belonged to a male.

“Were you able to…um, get anything?” Simon said, nervously.

Adam smirked and walked back to him, pausing for a moment before walking away. “As of matter of fact, yes, I seem to have caught his scent. I’ll be in touch with you to give you updates on my investigation to the theft.”

“Don’t you want to know more about the stolen statue?”

“No, I know what I need to know,” Adam called, waving his hand. “I’ll call you in a couple of days.”

“But—“

Adam quickly left the museum, ignoring everything except for the scent of the lycanwolf in his nose. He got into his car and started the engine, scenting the air again. He pulled on his sunglasses and drove his car down the long, winding hill back to the main roads. The scent trail was still fresh and now that Adam knew what he was following, he’d be able to track the wolf thief.

***

Kristopher’s Residence
Manhattan Beach


He was lounging on his back deck, enjoying the heat of the sun on his body, dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He leaned back on his deck chair, his hands curled over his head, floating in sleepy contentment when a new scent caught his attention. He opened his eyes and turned to see the tall, black haired man – a lycanwolf – walking around his house and coming up to his deck. Immediately, Kris could feel the wolf inside of him stir and growl, his instinct to fight or fuck or run beating against that thin wall between wolf and human. He got to his feet quickly, hands clenched into fists as the man stepped up on his deck.

Kris raised his chin and let out a soft, warning sound. The other man pulled off his sunglasses, tossing them carelessly on the deck table, as he stalked towards Kris with a look on his face that Kris didn’t understand…but his wolf did: Alpha, want, want, need.

The wolf inside of him wanted to drop to the deck and roll on his back, showing the Alpha his belly, whimpering for attention.

No way! He would not back down.

Strong hands grabbed him behind his neck, tangling into his hair, gripping him tight. Kris looked up to see blue eyes staring down at him. The man pushed off his sunglasses and let out an approving growl, jerking Kris closer to him. Kris grabbed at the man’s arms, trying to pull them away; he raised his hand, fingers curled and ready to strike, but the man released his hold on his neck and grabbed his wrist, the strong grip tightening when Kris wouldn’t stop.

“Who are you?” He hissed at the man. “Get off me!”

The man growled and bent his head to kiss Kris, wide mouth pressing down on Kris’s lips, biting at him, slick of his tongue pushing into Kris’s mouth. He groaned helplessly into the kiss, trying to pull away, the wolf in him insisting that he should just lean his head back and demand more—

“No!” Kris broke the kiss and punched the man in his side, pushing him away and circling back, keeping his eyes on him.

“Ohmygod,” the man said, wheezed breathlessly. He gave a disbelieving laugh and fell back on the lounge chair, covering his face with his hands. “I don’t believe this. That is a major fucking reaction. Did you feel that?”

Kris gave a growl, bouncing a bit on his feet, restless and ready for a fight. “You better talk fast before I call the police.”

“Ohhh, by all means, call the police. And I’ll tell them that you’re the little wolf thief who broke into the Getty and stole the priceless The Golden Lycans statue,” the man said, moving up to his elbows and grinning at Kris. His blue eyes moved over him slowly and Kris growled again at the rude perusal. “You are exactly who I wanted.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kris said, standing tall and frowning. “And you better leave.”

The man laughed again, shaking his head. “You seriously don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I get it. You came to my house and—and attacked me for no reason and then accused me of theft,” Kris said, looking at the man lounging so comfortably on his deck chair. He swallowed, unable to keep from looking at him from his mussed black hair, the pretty face, the long body…

“What’s your name, pretty boy?”

“What’s yours?”

“Adam Lambert,” he said, sitting up and taking a deep breath.

Kris frowned. “Who are you?”

“I’m a lycanwolf specialist. I work as a recovery agent and I hunt down stolen artwork for a modest fee.”

“Modest fee? You’re a scavenger,” he said, disdainfully. This Adam Lambert was the lowest scum, in Kris’s opinion. He was a traitor to his kind – stealing back from lycanwolves to return sacred pack artwork to the humans.

“You say potato, I say no thank you, too much starch. Look, honey, I’ve been following your scent all day. I have to admit that not only are you a very pretty face, you’re pretty clever, too. I first followed it to West Hollywood and then lost it completely. I thought I was on the right track; but I went back to the Getty and started following your scent again. It broke off into two directions, but it was stronger here.” He tapped his nose and grinned. “A lycanwolf’s nose is never wrong.”

Kris gave him a blank look. “You’re a lycanwolf?”

“Come on, at least give me a little respect,” Adam said, raising his eyebrows. “You scented me the moment I walked around your house.”

He watched Adam warily, keeping him in his sights as he moved restlessly back and forth on the deck. The wolf inside of him was bouncing in some kind of spastic joy and Kris didn’t understand what to make of it. He’d never had this kind of reaction to another lycanwolf – to anyone – before and it unnerved him. He fought the urge to go back to Adam and press him down on the deck chair and rub himself all over him.

“God, you smell so good.”

Kris snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Tell me your name.”

“No.”

Adam growled slightly, a little bit of warning and a lot of heat. “Come here.”

Kris took a step but forced himself to stop, incredulous at the fact that he wanted to go to Adam. He shook his head and growled in return, taking a step back warily when Adam stood up, walking towards him.

“Hey, not going to hurt you,” Adam said, holding his hands in the air. “I just want to figure out why we’re so hot for each other.”

“We?” Kris said, raising his eyebrow. “Dude, you’re delusional.”

“I know you feel it, too,” he murmured, standing in front of Kris, forcing him to raise his chin to meet his eyes. “The wolf in me was totally gaga for you when I caught your scent at the museum. It’s instinct…but it’s something else, too. I think I know what it means but I want to sure.”

Kris swallowed, unable to ignore the heat spreading from his belly and tingling through his body. He stood still as Adam leaned closer, pressing his cheek against Kris’s neck, rubbing against him gently. He closed his eyes when he felt Adam’s nose stroke over his shoulder, warm puffs of his breath against his skin as he slowly tucked his face against Kris’s neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

He made some kind of rumbling sound in his chest and he felt Adam’s breath against his ear.

“Fuck. Me.” Adam groaned, softly. “So nice.”

Kris closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as Adam nuzzled his neck, warm lips sliding down his neck, sending goosebumps down his arms.

“Tell me your name, wolf thief.”

“I don’t trust you,” he said, hands clenched into fists by his thighs.

He was startled by Adam’s loud laugh. He pulled away and narrowed his eyes as Adam just stared at him, his blue eyes wide and bright.

“Seriously, do you think I’m going to turn you in to the authorities now? I don’t care about the statue or the money or any of that,” he said, earnestly. “You’re mine—“

“I’m not yours. You don’t even know me—“

“I know your scent and that tells me all I need to know.”

Kris pushed him away and shook his head, backing away. “I’m more than just a lycanwolf.”

“I never said otherwise,” Adam murmured, looking at him. “But you act like your lycanwolf isn’t a part of you. It’s natural to want to submit to me—“

“Get the hell out of here!” Kris snarled, turning and walking into the living room.

“Don’t turn your back on me,” Adam said, wrapping his arms around Kris from behind.

Kris growled and used every dirty trick he knew – throwing sharp elbows, kicking back with his foot, biting the arm that was closest to him – but Adam held on silently and fell to his knees, bringing Kris to the floor. He pushed Kris down hard on the carpet, strong hands jerking his arms behind his back, one hand curled around both wrists at the small of his back, the other behind his neck. He sank his weight down on the back of Kris’s thighs. There was no doubt that Kris wouldn’t be able to move without injuring himself.

“Get off! Get off me now!”

Adam held him down and Kris stopped struggling, catching his breath. He was pinned and they both knew it. He panted thickly and turned his face, pressing his forehead against the carpet. Kris whimpered and then bit his tongue hard, feeling his ears burn in shame. He hadn’t meant to make that sound; especially not for Adam.

“I hate that word.”

“Submit?” Adam murmured, kindly. “I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Yeah, but it sounds like one to me,” Kris hissed at him. “I’m not some weak lycanwolf—“

“No Alpha his weight in gold would ever want anyone who was weak. I don’t think you’re weak. I know that it takes strength of will to let me be here like this with you.”

Slowly, Adam let go of his wrists. Kris’s arms dropped beside him weightlessly, arms still numbed from being pinned back. He breathed easier when he felt Adam’s hand stroke the back of his neck gently, releasing him.

“You’re beautiful,” Adam said, softly.

He tensed when he felt Adam’s hands on the back of his shirt and the burn of fabric as he ripped it down the back. Kris pulled up his arms, bracing his hands against the carpet as he tried to buck Adam off of him, but Adam growled and grabbed his wrists, jerking both of his arms back.

Kris caught himself on his shoulders, keeping his head back so that he wouldn’t land on his face. He felt Adam brace his wrists behind his back again and he growled unhappily when he felt a large, warm hand trace down his back.

“Fucking flawless.”

“What do you want?” Kris muttered, turning his face to the side. He couldn’t quite see Adam behind him. “Seriously, what the hell do you want?”

“I want to know your name.”

“Kristopher Allen,” he said, finally. He inhaled sharply at the feel of Adam’s nails scratching him from shoulder to his lower back. He groaned and arched into Adam’s touch. It was erotic and he adjusted his hips, his cock hardening under him.

“Kristopher,” Adam repeated, releasing his wrists and gently moving his arms to his side. “Just stay like that for me, Kristopher.”

“Now that you know my name—“

“God, you have beautiful skin,” Adam said, using both hands to caress Kris’s back, pushing the torn edges of his shirt off his shoulders. He chuckled quietly, fingernails tracing over the wing of his shoulders. “Freckles? I love them. I have freckles everywhere but I hate mine. Yours are adorable.” Kris closed his eyes, biting his lip as Adam’s hands continued to explore his back, his touch gentle and firm, like he had every right to touch Kris like this. “I just can’t get enough.”

But really, Adam didn’t have every right to touch Kris like this. “You do know that what you’re doing is wrong. You’re attacking me and forcing me to submit. It’s not the same as if I were to truly submit to you.”

“I would say that you’re lying to your face but that’s kind of rude,” Adam said, his voice gentle. “I would say that you’re not enjoying this just a little but that would be a lie. I would even say that your wolf is going crazy inside of you but you’d only deny it.”

Kris made a face. “You would say a lot of things that weren’t true.”

“Don’t lie to me, wolf thief,” Adam murmured, running his hands up and down Kris’s back, giving him long and luxurious strokes on his skin, making Kris shiver and hiss and arch for more. He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth when he felt his cock hard against his belly, his hips pushing against the carpet. “I can smell how much you want me.”

“It’s just a physical reaction.”

Adam chuckled, bending over him so that his lips pressed against Kris’s ear. “You’re primed for it, aren’t you? I bet all I need to do is put my hand against your cock and you’d come for me, wouldn’t you, Kristopher?”

“Shut up! And get off of me. Please.”

“Don’t move, wolf thief,” Adam said, adding a stern growl as he moved to his knees, bracing one hand on the carpet by Kris’s shoulder.

Kris turned back to look and raised his eyes to see Adam staring intently at him. He swallowed hard, seeing how beautiful Adam was, hovering behind him like he was larger than life, like Kris couldn’t see the world beyond Adam at that moment. His mouth dropped open when he heard Adam unbuckle his belt, jerking it swiftly from the belt loops and throwing it across the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Marking you as mine,” Adam said, giddily.

Kris heard him unbutton his jeans, the loud sound of the zipper being pulled down. Kris turned and pressed his forehead against the carpet, closing his eyes. But that didn’t shut off all of his senses. Adam was right, the lycanwolf nose always knew. Kris tensed when he heard the rustle of clothing being shoved down, felt Adam above him shifting slightly, and the scent of Adam’s arousal thick in the air between them.

Kris clutched at the carpet, trying to stop shivering, his skin itching for Adam’s touch. He heard Adam moan and the familiar slap of Adam’s hand working his cock, fast and brutal, the spicy scent of Adam pouring around him. Adam dropped to his elbow and slid the slick head of his cock down Kris’s back and Kris moaned, undulating under Adam, shifting his hips against the carpet, giving his hard cock the friction he needed.

Adam panted against Kris’s neck, his breath hot and wet on his skin. He pushed back against Adam, wanting to feel Adam come against him – on him. Kris turned his head, his eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth wet with drool. Adam kissed him awkwardly and Kris tried to turn his head some more, trying to reach Adam’s mouth, a throaty moan vibrating in his throat.

“Close,” Adam husked against the side of his face. “Want you…want you so much, Kristopher…can smell you…”

Kris groaned, his body freezing as he came in his pants. He shuddered, his legs braced against the floor, and then let out a loud pant as he sank against the carpet. He gasped when he heard Adam’s breath hitch against his ear, the deep moan echoing through him as he scented Adam’s come and felt the slickness spray on his back. It was so dirty. It should’ve made him feel humiliated and used…but Kris moaned, the wolf inside of him howling with delight.

He was marked. Marked!

Adam brushed his nose into Kris’s hair and then fell on his side beside Kris, rolling on his back. He sighed happily, eyes closed. Kris stared at him, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the man beside him – he knew that Adam was his mate. He wasn’t sure what to make of it though; it happened so fast. He had never felt this kind of a strong connection with another lycanwolf before and it freaked him out, what it meant.

“Holy shit, Kristopher. That was just as good as actual fucking.” He reached over and ran his hand down Kris’s back, spreading the wetness everywhere.

He snorted, rolling his eyes. When he looked up, Adam’s blue eyes were watching him, curious and hopeful and wary all at once. Kris jumped when he felt Adam’s hand curl around his, tangling his fingers with Kris.

“I can honestly say that that’s never happened to me before,” Adam said, licking his lips. “I’ve never been that aggressive – ohmygod, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Kris frowned, dropping his eyes from Adam’s intense gaze. “You could’ve asked.”

Adam took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Kristopher…I…what can I do?”

“Why don’t you start with an apology?”

Adam opened his eyes and looked at him, eyes frantic. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry if—“

“God, okay, that’s…stop, just stop.” Kris sighed, meeting his eyes. The wolf wouldn’t let him punish Adam for creating the first bond with him. “A part of me wants to see you grovel, but the wolf inside of me is…freaking joyful.”

Adam squeezed his hand. “Do you know what this means?”

“Yes,” he whispered, trembling again.

“Mated pair.”

Kris released Adam’s hand and moved slowly up to his knees, his eyes looking Adam over from his face, down his body to his wrinkled clothes, to his long and semi-hard cock on his thigh, to his jeans and boxer briefs pushed to his knees. Kris sat back, shifting under his uncomfortably wet jeans, his ruined shirt hanging from his arms. He brushed his shaking hand over his forehead and let out a sigh, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Mated pair.”

“Alpha and Beta,” Adam murmured, sitting up slowly. He placed a large hand on Kris’s knee, his touch comforting.

Kris met his eyes. He felt the bond spark between them, despite Kris’s reluctance to accept. The wolf had accepted the minute Adam walked onto his deck.

“Yeah.”

“Kristopher—“

“It’s Kris, actually.”

Adam smiled. “Kris, it doesn’t have to be…do you believe in destiny?”

“Um, not…really.”

“That’s all right, I probably believe in it enough for both of us,” Adam said, thoughtfully. “But I believe that we were meant to find each other; to be together.”

Kris couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow, smiling at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Why else would we have been drawn to each other like this? In this…violent and…passionate way?” Adam said, shrugging. “Have you ever made a connection like this to anyone else? I’m going to say no because you’d be with that other person instead of with me.”

“It just feels…I don’t even know. I can’t even processed how I feel.”

Adam held his hand and looked at Kris. “Don’t try to process it now; just feel me. I’m with you; I feel everything just as intensely as you do right now. Tell me that you can feel me. It’s like you’re everywhere inside of me. ”

Kris swallowed and let out a deep breath. “Yeah. It’s the same.”

“Then that’s got to mean something,” he said, softly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you and to making up for the way that we bonded. Please believe me, Kris.”

He watched Adam for a long moment but he couldn’t sense anything but Adam’s honesty and…a depth of caring that he could feel within him. He squeezed Adam’s hand and gave him a small smile. “Strangely enough, I do.”

Adam nodded, his face smoothing out with a relieved smile. Kris had to admit that he was utterly beautiful when he smiled like that. He believed Adam; the pull of the bond between them was becoming stronger already. Kris understood, instinctively, that Adam wouldn’t be able to hide from him and he wouldn’t be able to hide from Adam either.

Kris blinked and gave Adam a small grin. “I want to show you something.”

***

Kristopher’s Underground Bunker
West Hollywood


Kris pressed the letter B on the elevator and turned to look at Adam as the freight elevator lowered noisily to the basement.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re taking me somewhere to kill me,” Adam said, jokingly.

“Not quite,” he said, raising his eyebrow. “But you have to promise me to never—“

“Can’t you tell, Kris? I could never betray you. You’d feel it through the bond.”

Kris nodded at the truth of it. He pushed the elevator doors apart and led Adam down the narrow hallway to the door at the end. He pulled his keychain from his pocket and selected the right key, his hand shaking so hard that the keys started to jingle. Adam’s warm hand steadied his as he placed the key into the lock, turning the key.

The door opened into a small, narrow space. Kris stepped inside and pressed his hand on the state-of-the-art palm reader, the hydraulic hiss of ten steel bars moving to unlock the door.

“Holy shit,” Adam murmured, looking at Kris’s set up. “What is this, Kris?”

“You’ll see,” Kris said, smiling slightly as the door opened. The motion sensors detected movement and warm lights blinked on throughout the large temperature controlled room. He pushed his hands into his pockets and turned to see Adam’s eyes widening as he stepped into the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam said, looking at every single piece of artwork that Kris stole. “Holy fucking shit! Kris!”

“Welcome to my legacy,” Kris said, softly. “To our lycanwolf legacy.”

“This is all lycanwolf artwork?” Adam said, walking past the paintings, the sculptures, the statues, the folk crafts. “Ohmygod…did you do all this?”

Kris nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been stealing our artwork back for the past three years.”

“Fucking Christ,” Adam said, shaking his head. “You’ve been busy.”

“And this is only just the tip of the iceberg. There’s more out there and I’m going to find them all and I’m going to keep them safe for the time when our packs are strong again,” Kris said, his voice hard and determined.

They stood in front of The Golden Lycans statue. Adam breathed out a sigh and reached up to touch the statue, his eyes focused on the Alpha and Beta. “God, it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” He turned to smile at Kris. “You are fucking amazing, Kris.”

Kris shrugged, warmed from the look of admiration in Adam’s eyes. “I know you won’t get your finder’s fee—“

“Fuck the fee, I found you, that’s fucking worth more than any amount of money someone can pay me,” Adam said and laughed, throwing back his head. “God, you are my little wolf thief, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am.”

Adam curled his arms around Kris, his blue eyes glittering with amusement. “So, how do you feel about having a full time partner?”

Kris blinked. “What? Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Adam husked, kissing him sweetly on the lips. “I have lots of contacts; and I know how to find stuff. Between the two of us, we could totally take back everything that was ever stolen from the lycanwolf packs.”

Kris stared up at him. His mate. “You’d join me?”

“Of course, Kris,” he said, chuckling. “Recovering artwork was just a way to get money. It was nothing more than a game for me. But this…and you…what you’re doing…this is something that I can believe in.”

Kris believed him. He smiled, giving Adam his first genuine smile, feeling his eyes crinkle up, his lips pulled wide. Adam laughed, gazing down at him. Kris could feel nothing but pleasure and happiness coming from the other lycanwolf. Maybe this whole mated pair bond was exactly what the artist wanted to capture in The Golden Lycans statue – a perfect pair standing side by side, protecting each other and the rest of the pack – because only an Alpha and a Beta had the kind of strength to be able to hold back an enemy or to build a stronger pack. Adam trailed his fingers down Kris’s cheek and Kris closed his eyes, feeling warm and strong and alive.

“This is going to be the start of something beautiful.”


The End.
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