Boys Will Be Boys (BXB GAY ONESHOTS)

Werewolves Pt. 1

Warning: this oneshot features OC characters (mainly cause I didn't know who to pair Nardo with) {if I forgot to add the OC pictures please remind me}

Plot: In which a group of werewolves decides to kidnap their human mates (if this does well I might write the original version of this idea)

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff with possible smut or mentions of smut, and character death, mentions of other death and possible gore. Additional warnings will be posted as needed

This is Jehlani!

This is Amore!

Without further to do, let's begin.

It is evening now. As it's already creeping towards the end of September, the skies swirl with the shades of a setting sun much earlier than the male is used to. He huffs a bit, letting his walking pause momentarily to adjust the heavy backpack on his shoulders. Distracted by what he's doing, he never hears the footsteps or soft snickers until a set of arms shove him from behind he falls face first to the concrete sidewalk below; thankfully managing to catch himself... albeit, barely. As the heat of embarrassment and anger creep across Tyquian's face and well in his dark brown eyes, his mean-spirited peers erupt in fits of contagious laughter. Before the poor boy even has a chance to pull himself up off the ground, more students come to see what's happening and laugh at him.

"Mane, fuck dis shit-" a low voice growls from above. It's owner, perched on a tree branch high above the action, is just about ready to make the thirty-foot drop to the ground.

Yet, a chestnut brown arm juts out before his chest, blocking his actions before he even has a chance.

"Say, mane! What's-"

"Nigga!" Nardo hisses, shaking his head. "Keep yo damn voice down fa starters, secondly, if you jump down and beat they asses you gon blow our fuckin' cover! Damnit Kentrell! Think!"

"Iight, you say that shit nah but... but what if it was yo baby gettin' shoved and shit? Huh, Nardo? What then, mane?" Kentrell narrows his hazel eyes dangerously. He's angry, but his anger is misdirected and both males know that.

"Well, first I'd be hot enough to kill. That's fa sure. Secondly, I would. Later. At night. When they alone. No witnesses. Capiche?"

Kentrell forces his lungs to draw a deep inhale of air as his eyes flicker away from Nardo and down to the scene at hand, to Tyquian finally breaking free from the crowd and running. Hell, everyone was running; a professor stepped out and surprised their goofy asses. Tyquian has had to put up with this bullshit for over a month now. It's fucking heartbreaking.

"Why do you think he never fights back?" Nardo asks. Sometimes he accompanies his friend to spy on his little mate, other times another wolf accompanies him. The whole point of going together as a duo is to hopefully keep the other from doing anything stupid, like say- acting out in anger and beating a mob of students until they're just blood and stolen dreams.

"Cause, he be believin' all dat shit they be sayin', slime." Kentrell just clicks his tongue and shakes his head, watching Tyquian get smaller and smaller on the horizon. "Plus look at him! They make toothpicks thicker den his arms, fuck he's supposed ta do, mane?"

Nardo coughs to stifle a chuckle at the toothpick comment. "He ain't got no friends?"

Kentrell shrugs. "If he does he hidin' 'em very well. I ain't nevea even seen him answer uh damn phone call. He rush back to his dorm every damn day ta check his voicemail and see if anyone left a message. One time da red light was on and he was so excited until he pressed da button and it was just his dentist."