The Waltz of Love and Fear

.:Chapter One:.

Brian groaned and rolled over onto his side, but quickly realized that was a bad idea; somehow, during the night while he was hunting, he had been injured. By what, he didn't exactly know, but it didn't put him in the best mood. Although it had healed over into a scar, the pain was unfortunately still there. He sat up with a huff and stripped off the shirt he had hastily put on (backwards, he wasn't very smooth after his transformation back to human) when he got home last night from hunting. The bright side, though, was that Brian was able to keep down his appetite for not only wild game, but for the thrill of hunting, as well. Before Brian had learned to control his instincts, he had sat up and watched his band members squirm and move restlessly in their bunks for hours. He couldn't help it. They had always just looked like prey to him, just waiting for him to transform and-

On the bedside table next to him, his cellphone buzzed with a new text message. With a pained groan, he stretched over and snatched the still buzzing phone before he unlocked it and read the message. It was from Zacky. Brian couldn't help but smile; every time he received a message from the aquamarine-eyed man, saw him, even heard his name, his heart would pound through his chest so loudly he was sure Zacky could hear it all the way across town.

'Hey Bri! You busy today?' The message from Zacky read. Brian bit his lip and then quickly tapped a reply.

'No, not at all. You wanna hang out? I have beer ;)' He tempted the smaller guitarist with his favorite drink. Brian knew Zacky couldn't say no.

'Fuck yeah! I'll be over in like 45 mins. I need to shower, I smell ha ha.' Brian couldn't help but grin as he almost heard the 'ha ha' being spoken in Zacky's signature voice.

'Sounds good to me! I'll be here.' Brian sent back, but that received no reply; he assumed that Zacky must have already gotten into the shower. Zacky.. In the shower.. He bit his lip and squirmed around on his sheets, his cheeks turning a bright red as he imagined the rhythm guitarist's soft, unscathed hands rubbing all over his own creamy, smooth skin. Brian tried to push the thought away, but it only grew more arousing. He thought about Zacky washing around his own thighs, moaning when he suddenly grew hard, leaning face-first against the shower wall as he took care of himself..

He shook himself out of his thoughts and then slid out of bed to go get himself a cup of coffee. Maybe the caffeine would help the pain on his side to fade away, but he wasn't so sure it would work. He padded into the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker and pouring coffee grounds into the filter, also adding water to the little container on the back. He drummed his fingers on the counter patiently, watching as the pitch-black coffee began to drizzle into the coffee pot.

After a few minutes of watching the coffee pot fill up completely, he poured himself a cup and then sprinkled some of his vanilla creamer into it. Two spoonfuls of sugar later, he was stirring the coffee and taking a refreshing sip of it, relishing the warmth it brought as it descended into his unnaturally cold belly. Being a werewolf, Brian produced twice the body heat that a normal human did; but nobody ever really seemed to notice.

As Brian patiently sipped on his coffee, he waited for Zacky to show up. He quickly realized that, without his shirt on, the scar he obtained last night would be clearly visible and would raise questions; so he set his mug down on the table and ran into his bedroom, carefully pulling the shirt back on to cover the scar. Just as he got the shirt on, he heard his front door open, and Zacky's sweet, soft voice drifted in from the living room.

"Bri? You in here?" He asked. Brian trotted out of his bedroom and gave Zacky his signature grin, giving him a one armed hug and being careful to angle his injured side away from the rhythm guitarist's body. "D'you have any coffee left? I didn't have any this morning.." He giggled softly.