Unexpectedly Perfect (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eleven

A/N: sorry that the past few chapters have only been in one Point of view. Just felt like the characters' view needed to be explained seperately.

*Stephen's POV*

The word rang in my head like nails on a chalkboard; Warlock. A being capable of emense power through the use of spells and flow of energy from nature and the world around it. As if my life wasn't fucked up enough from being gay and in a relationship with a shap-shifting 17 year old. No, I had to be a mythological half human half-whatever-the-hell a warlock is.

Does the universe hate me? Was I some pyschological dictator in another life? Why the hell did I have to be thrown into a world I don't even recognize?

My feet began to ache and my lungs gasped for oxygen before I decided to sit on a log and rest. So many things have been kept from me in my life, and now I get to add this to list. I felt a cringe in my chest and the burning of tears breaking to fall, but I held them back. I wasn't going to cry. I've gone through tougher situations to just give up now.

As I calmed myself down and regained a bit of my strength, I stood and began to walk. But before I even had the chance to walk two steps from the log, I heard the soft pad of bare feet come up behind me.

"You know, for a skilled predator you're not very quiet."

"Humans aren't skilled predators and my wolf got tired so I took over a few yards back." The voice granted my mind the peace I had been craving. I turned to look at my handsome night in shining armor, but what met my eyes wasn't Tony. It was James.

"James? What're you doing here?"

"Tony didn't wanna bother you, but I still wanted to reassure him that you were okay."

He explained. It wasn't until I had looked away from his face that I noticed he was standing in just his underwear.

I suppose it's natural for werewolves to be utterly attractive in their human state. James was almost as built physically as Tony. Maybe even more. Tony had white skin that sometimes reminded me of porcelin, but James' skin was sun kissed and just as radiant.

He took a step closer, probably because I had gone comepletely silent as I eyed his physique, when I heard a growl. My eyes shot up and met his.

"Sorry. My wolf's just acknowledging that you're Tony's and not mine." He explained.

"Why would he need to remind you?"

"I'm a hormonal 17 year old who undresses and humps anything that breathes. He's keeping me in check, haha." James' chuckle brought a smile to my face.

"You know, being human is overrated."

"Says the werewolf."

"Exactly. I'm not human, so I can tell you, being supernatural isn't that bad."

"But you're a werewolf, you grow hair and a tail and you're super strong and handsome and you have heightened senses. I'm a warlock."

I looked down, suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy that I wasn't gifted with any of the qualities I just listed.

"A Grand Warlock. And you may not sprout hair and a tail or be super strong, but you're pretty powerful."

"Really? How so?" My sarcasm was more than obvious.

"Well, for starters you age at a quarter of the rate that humans do. Meaning you'll live four times as long. You're energy is naturally linked to your surroundings meaning you are litterally one with nature. And you have all these amazing abilities that no one else can do.