The Boy in the Woods (boyxboy)

Chapter 11

Damian's POV

"Daaaaaaamiaaaaaaaan!" Is what I heard when my brother and I arrived to where Yuki was. Then I felt a small body tackle me from above.

"Oompf," I let out. I chuckle and pull Yuki into my arms, bridle style, his long hair getting tangled in my hands for a second. I look down into his bright eyes and lean in to kiss him. Intended for it to be a quick peck, but Yuki grabs my face and smashes our lips together tightly. I'm surprised, but I respond fairly quickly, closing my eyes and slipping my tongue out and onto his lips before pulling away. Now that I'm not being possessed by my wolf, I realize how bad his breath is.

Next time, I'll bring a toothbrush and tooth paste for him to learn to brush his teeth as quickly as possible.

Yuki grins at me and flops out of my arms and runs behind me to where Galen was standing, observing, and smiling. He jumps at Galen and crushes his lips to his as well. I smile in awe because, holy shit, that was adorable.

Galen releases Yuki and we start walking to the pond in the area. That would be a great place to start teaching Yuki. We have our phones as well, to show him pictures.

I lead the way, pushing aside the brush and branches to make way for Yuki and Galen. Yuki is happily humming a tuneless song and Galen is laughing behind me, which means Yuki must be doing something insanely cute or hilarious.

We finally make our way to the pretty pond and take out the stuff.

We both packed some cards from the pack house that children use to learn letters and words. I also packed some picture books that relate to nature so it'll be easier. Yuki sits on a log next to us and observes us unpacking curiously. That's when I remembered.

He's still naked as all's hell.

I laugh and pull out a strip of fabric that resembles Tarzan's scrap of fabric. It's better to work up to these kinds of things. I step to where Yuki sits and bend down to tie it around his waist. He picks at it curiously but doesn't remove it, thankfully.

I turn around and pull my phone out and look at Galen. We both nod and turn to Yuki. Time to begin.

"Yuki, this is what we call, a TREE."

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1 month later

There's pressure on my legs.

"Hey. Bitches. Wake the fuck up. I've arrived and there wasn't an entourage to celebrate my coming. What the fuck is this? Why the fuck are you sleeping in the same bed? Thought you guys were having a rough patch. Hey! Give me attention! Wake up! I said- wait. Are you- Oh my god you're both naked!"

I opened my eyes to feel the pressure on my legs vanish, following the sound of feet thumping out the room, along with a high-pitch scream that could only belong to one person. Galen groans next to me and shifts his arm over my back, his head is resting on my lower back- oh. We are naked. I close my eyes.

Don't worry, guys. You didn't miss out on any passionate love-making.

The thumping footsteps return to the room, along with the heaving sound of heavy-breathing. I keep my eyes close, trying to preserve the peace. Alas, such a thing is inevitable if the person I think it is has arrived at the pack house.

A frothy, cold substance is sprayed over my brother and I, causing both of us to yell and jump up. We fall off the bed in a pile of werewolves and- did he just spray us with a fire extinguisher?

I lift myself off the floor- Galen is still laying there like a blob, mind you- and glare at Charlie.

His thin lips are lifted in a smug smirk as he stares us down his pale-as-paper button-like nose, clearly showing his fangs. His long, variously-shaded brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, letting his extremely long hair be pulled so it doesn't drag on the ground. His red eyes are squinted in an attempt to look gloating, but his cute face completely defeats the attempt. Charlie is a vampire. And he's about... 116 years-old? I don't remember all too well and he doesn't either. But that's the approximate age. All I know is that he was like 10 when he was on the Titanic.