New Friends, New Family (Boy x Boy)

Chase sighed as the car pulled up to a stop on the gravel driveway. As he got out of the car, he let the rain drench him without care. He looked up to the mansion that was supposed to be his new home. Not that he wanted it. He wanted his family back. The home he used to have. But they were all gone. They'd been killed by some rogue vampires that passed through his town a few days ago.

As he grabbed his backpack from the floor where it had sat in the car, a motorbike sped past. Chase could smell the motor oil, spray paint, and old books. A strange mix that belonged to the rider, and sparked something in him that, for the moment, distracted him. Looking up, he saw the rider dismount.

"So who is the new guy?" He asked, getting off. Pulling off the helmet, the rider revealed his messy dark brown hair. Bright blue eyes that stared as Chase, shining with mischief and curiosity.

"This is Chase. He's our newest pack member." Chase shifted his gaze to the man who had driven him. Quint was the name had introduced himself with him. The bike rider smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and the sharp canines that every werewolf has. Chase ran his tongue over his own canines, wondering how long his teeth would stay that sharp.

"Well, I'm Yukan." The rider introduced himself, walking over and extending a hand to shake.

Chase stared blankly at his gloved hand, reluctant to comply. Deciding to ignore him, and the fluttering feeling in his stomach, Chase swung the back pack over his shoulder and headed to where Quint had opened the boot.

"Get over here and help us bring in the bags, Yukan." Quint called as he grabbed the largest bag. Chase grabbed the smallest one as Yukan grumbled his reluctance to comply.

Following Quint up the steps, Chase heard several people shouting from somewhere out of site. Like children arguing or playing. As memories surfaced, Chases grip tightened on his bag.

Finding his new room, Chase was surprised to find it was of an average size. He wasn't sure what he expected, but what he found wasn't it. 

"Would you like help unpacking?" Chase shook his head, putting his bags on the minimally made bed.

Quint only nodded, leaving him to be alone in the silence.

Yukan seemed to have another idea. Dumping the bag he had carried, he plopped down on one end of the bed.

"So, what brings you out here to the middle of nowhere?" Yukan asked, pulling off his leather gloves and tossing them to the middle of the bed. Chase stared at the gloves, wondering why his stomach was fluttering. "You going to speak soon, or sit and stare at everything?" Chase's green eyes flicked to Yukan momentarilly, then to the window. The rain had began to pour down, making the window look more like a waterfall. Seeing no point in trying to pretend he was going to unpack, Chase sat himself in the chair by the window.

"I'll take it as a 'sit-and-stare' then." Yukan sighed. "You know, no one's going to attack you if you say something. And if they do, you can come tell me. I'll teach them manners." He half joked, earning nothing more than a disinterested glare. "Well, I'm going to play some music." He pulled out his phone and hit play. Chase stared as Linkin Park started playing, unsure what Yukan was playing at.

"What is it your trying to do?" Chase finally spoke. "Are you trying to annoy me, or piss me off?" Yukan stared at him, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Just trying to get you to speak." He replied.

"And you thought annoying me would work?"

"You're talking now, aren't you?" Chase huffed as Yukan grinned, suddenly very irritated with himself. "Besides, I'm a hard person to ignore." He added, looking proud of his acomplishment.

Chase decided that Yukan was willingly ignorant of the fact that Chase simply had no interest in being sociable, and resumed staring out the window.

"You know, being silent isn't very fun." Yukan announced.

"It's not supposed to be." Chase replied.

"Then why be silent?"

"Because I don't feel like talking. I'd rather be alone."