Scent of a dream

the thing of dreams

In the dream, Scott is already fully shifted. His wolf already in control. The moon is high in the night sky, it's bright light casting shadows of the trees in all directions, its pull strengthening the wolf and suppressing the human. Scott's mind is full of primal urges. With no human reason tonight the wolf is wild no longer a man but an animal in its purest state.

Scott takes in a deep breath trying to catch the scent that fills him with desire. There's the scent of the trees and dirt of leaves dying on the forest floor, the scent of deer, rabbit and squirrel. All are the scent of prey but none the one his wolf hunts tonight. He catches first hint of the trail he is so desperately desires. It's a sweet, warm aroma somewhere between fresh baked cookies straight out of the oven and a newly mowed lawn just after the rain.

Following the trail, Scott turns to find his prey standing behind him as if the other boy was waiting to be seen, just toying with him, baiting him out. Isaac runs through the trees with grace and ease as Scott gives chase. Lost in the hunt, the joy of running brings an ecstasy all it own. In the hunt the wolf is truly free. The faster Scott runs the further Isaac appears. Isaac is moving with impossible speed, even for a werewolf. Every time Scott thinks he's closing the distance between them, Isaac suddenly changes direction, causing Scott to slow as he corrects his own coarse. It's invigorating and aggravating all at the same time. Scott's wolf is overcome by the joy of pursuit  and being able to stretch its legs is intoxicated. But the wolf is beginning to become enraged full of anger at its failure to catch its prey.

Letting his anger show,  Scott growls and snaps his fangs at Isaac. Bearing his teeth at the other beta who in turn gives off a growl of his own as he turns. Isaac's eyes are no longer the cool night blue with a hint of gold that they normally are but instead, the golden slivers have expanded to the brilliant radiant gold of a beta werewolf. He also has that crooked smile, the one that melts Scott's inside, painted across his face. There is something more this time. A look as if he is taunting Scott, daring him somehow. A look that says catch me if you can.

“Is he toying with me?”

The thought infuriates Scott's wolf, his claws dig into the soft dirt under his hands. His vision begins to blur overcome with the wrath swelling inside the wolf. A growl building in his chest, he snapped his bared fangs, try to regain some control. Suddenly his vision clears but to Scott’s surprise it's not the fluorescent gold he associates with the change. Now a neon red cloaks his vision. Somehow vision fails to explain what's Scott is seeing. He can see Isaac's scent lingering in the air. Hear each of Isaac's heartbeats, intakes of breath and footfalls as he runs through the underbrush. Scott can feel the distortion in the air on his face left in Isaac's wake.

Amazingly all of Scott senses have merged into one supreme hunting sense, turning him to the ultimate predator. With his newfound senses, Scott's wolf takes off moving at an incredible speed. Tree and surroundings go by in a blur as Scott's hands and feet barely hit the ground. Power is bubbling up inside him more than he's ever felt before. He lets out an ear-piercing howl, unlike anything Scott has ever heard before, causing the ground to tremble, shaking the trees. All the forest creatures scurry for their lives at the immense power emanating through the howl.

All except one. Isaac is frozen to his spot, unable to move. That playful, baiting look now replaced with equal parts terror and wonder. The shock of what he just heard forces the change, turning him back human. Isaac is routed to where he stands and it is all Scott’s wolf needs. He leaps into the air the tackles Isaac to the forest floor as they roll one on top of the other until they collide with the base of a tree.

Scott finds himself atop of Isaac, the other boy trying to squirm and get away. But it’s useless. He is pinned beneath Scott who has one leg on either side of Isaac's torso and both of Isaac's arms pinned above his head. Scott looks down at Isaac beneath him and is elated at the joy his wolf feels at catching its prey. The heat coming off both boys body's is intense, they have pushed themselves to the point of exhaust, both panting for breath. Scott sets back trying to catch his breath and finds that not all of Isaac is as exhausted as he seems. One part, in particular, seems to be standing at attention ready for more.

Not knowing what else to do Scott begins to roll his hips in small circles each time building with more and more pressure. His eyes begin to wander exploring Isaac's body. Scott finds himself lost in watching a single bead of sweat move its way down Isaac's neck following the path of his jugular. Scott looks into Isaac's eyes and is startled to see the reflection of his only red eyes staring back at him. Scott is mesmerized by what he sees, not sure what to make of it. In Scott's moment of hesitation, Isaac thrusts his hips forward sending Scott tumbling off. Not breaking stride Isaac darts into the woods and like that the chase is back on.

By the time Scott gets to his feet  Isaac has disappeared, but his scent is still thick on the air. With his newly heightened senses Scott can almost see it lingering there swirling in the air, tempting him on. Fueled by desire, the wolf gives chase following the trail that dances through the trees. Making his way to a clearing Scott finds that somehow Isaac’s scent is going in two different ways. Picking left at random, he is off again he follows the scent to a tall oak tree where it seems to linger, before it begins to fade away.

‘Where had he gone?’

Out of frustration Scott strikes the tree with his palm and his vision goes blue. Reaching up he removes his T-shirt Isaac had been wearing from his face.

“How did that get up there?”

Working it out Scott realizes Isaac must have thrown the shirt up there as a distraction.

“Really Isaac, you want to play? It's on.” Scott half yells, half growls Into the night.

“If this is how you want it so be it. Let's play.”

Like that he's off backtracking the way he came to the spot where the scent first separated this time going right instead of left.  Along the trail Scott finds Isaac’s shoes. He must have kicked them off while running. Trying to give himself more time. Further down Scott can smell the scent on the air coming from the left but it's faint. He focuses his sight and seas two balled up socks hanging from a bush. Not wanting to waste any time Scott veers right instead.

Isaac’s scent is getting stronger, he's almost got him. Scott is running faster than he ever knew he could before. So fast he doesn't see the jeans hanging from the tree before he runs right into them. Knocked off balance he trips and hits the forest floor hard. His wolf is starting to get angry this was fun at first. Not anymore. It’s time to end it.

“You're running out of clothes Isaac. End this come out.”

“Pff"

Isaac's boxer soar through the air and hit Scott in the face.

“Where's the fun in that?” Isaac yells in the distance. Scott turns on the spot only to find empty space.

“Where are you?!”

“Here!”

Isaac says from behind tackling Scott driving him to the ground. The two werewolves wrestle and roll on the forest floor. Taking turns pinning each other to the ground. Isaac's claws extend tearing at Scott's clothes as he pins him to the ground. Scott's own claws are digging into the other boys back frantically, somewhere between passion, pain, and pleasure the line blurring at the edges. The scent of blood now on the night air. Each boy fighting for dominance over the other. When finally Scott pins Isaac hard the other werewolf knowing he had been beaten tilted head to the side exposing his jugular in a sign of submission.

Scott leans forward to take his prize. His fangs are dripping with anticipation. He can see Isaac staring up at him with longing. Seeing the tiny beads of sweat glistening on the other boys skin, his pulse racing in this still exposed neck. Scott desperately wants to bite him, not to hurt him or even draw blood. But to mark him as his own. To warn of anyone else who might want to calm his Isaac. Scott places his fangs to flesh and bites down hard.

The sudden spike of pain wakes Scott from his dream. Scott sits up spitting cotton out to find that he had bitten a hole in the armrest of the couch.