Forever Yours

1: One Night Stand

*WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY, IT WILL CONTAIN SEX BETWEEN MEN. Thank you.*

 The night was young, bright with stars, a large half-moon, and filled with the howls of the lively group of young werewolves celebrating the 21st birthday of their Alpha. The group was small, consisting of only 7 of them. Oliver, the Alpha, had formed a bond with the small group as loners and that had turned into their small pack of 4. Three of which had found their mates, leaving Oliver the only single wolf among them.

 They all followed Oliver, an unspoken election left him the Alpha. Tonight the entire pack had managed to drag him to a city next to their home, to see if the rumors of a certain bar were true. A mixed species bar that had special drinks that got Werewolves drunk.

 Oliver was the youngest of the group despite his position among them. The oldest of them was Gerard, at 25. The ones closest in age to Oliver were the twins Logan and Lucas being only a few months older. Their mates Jade and Megan were both 22, and Gerard's mate Heather was 24.

 As the young Alpha was dragged into the old fashioned looking bar he wasn't surprised to find the inside looking like it had come right out of a black and white photo from the 1900s, the music that played most likely from the 80s with a modern remixed beat. The thick smell of vampire mingled with Werewolf, Oliver's nose catching the smell of human and even a few Shape-Shifters. The laughing voices of his pack couldn't be heard over the pounding of the music.

 He let his pack pull him into the club though he had no intentions of trying to get drunk, the smell of alcohol didn't appeal to his nose. As his small family dispersed into the dancing bodies Oliver made a beeline for the bar, aiming for something non-alcoholic.

 The air was thick with smoke and the smell by the bar was laced with mint and chocolate. The odd combination catching his interest as it wasn't a scent one often caught, and it tickled at the back of Oliver's mind. Somehow it was familiar.

 As he leaned on the bar in the only open space he could find, a few inches away from a short man. His inky black hair cut in a mohawk, the strands falling in thin spikes that were pushed back to reveal the short hair that covered the side of his head. Oliver grunted when a familiar arm wrapped around his neck, Logan's messy red hair catching his eye as the man put his full weight on Oliver's back.

 "You're still so tense Alpha! Loosen up! Have a drink! You're 21 finally, join the club man!" Oliver watched as Logan slipped off his back and toward the black haired man beside him. His arm hitting the bar to catch himself just before he hit the stranger. Oliver's eyes catching a blurred movement of the man's pale hand moving a glass cup out of the way before it was knocked over. Frowning Oliver pulled the laughing red-head back to his feet, "You're not even drunk yet. Try not to be rude to people."

 Wrinkling his nose Oliver watched Logan move back into the crowd, "Haven't seen your lively lot here before." Lifting his head the wolf looked at the bartender, an old fashioned suit he wore crisp and clean, framing his thin body. Though he was clearly getting up in age he looked physically fit.

 A mop of brown hair that was turning grey was slicked back, the smell of human clung to him. Oliver shook his head, tensing when the man beside him spoke making the cigarette between his lips move slightly. His voice was smooth, it made Oliver's hair stand on. There was something threatening about him, it caught Oliver's full attention.

 "Be careful about talking to pack wolves old man, they're easily offended." Oliver rose his eyebrows as the bartender smiled and laughed at the words. "Who are you calling old? You're twice my age." The smile that pulled the corner of the stranger's mouth up allowed Oliver to spot the long fang before his hand came up and he pulled the cigarette from his lips. Vampire.