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Secrets (AllThingsCuddly/Gumdrop)

Jeremiah walked around the car to stand by Oliver. "If you're really not comfortable with this, let me know. I would force you to learn how to use a gun." He said, standing close to the younger man. "A handgun isn't for everyone either, I can understand that. I just thought this might be interesting to you." He didn't want to tell the other that if he took to the gun, he intended to buy one for him. Oliver didn't seem comfortable with the way he was constantly buying him things though so he didn't mention it.

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Marcus saw the knife flying through the air straight at Lucien and he shoved the man out of the way. The knife impacted his shoulder and he cried out in pain as the silver blade not one cut into flesh but burned as well. He collapsed to the ground and looked up to see Lucien standing over him, looking worried.

As soon as Lucien saw the knife, he recognized it and anger boiled through him. Turning, he glared at the unknown man. With a cry of rage he charged, morphing mid-run into a wolf. He pounced onto the attacker and was soon ripping his throat out.

When all was said and done, over half the attackers were slaughtered. The battle only last half an hour and when it finally quieted the pack went about the gruesome task of cleaning up. Thankfully the house was far enough out from the main city that the noise of a battlefield wasn't reported to the cops. They would have to be careful with the way they disposed of the bodies so as not to attract attention from hunters. It was a long and tedious task.

Lucien dialed Jeremiah's number as he looked down at Marcus's limp form. It went straight to voicemail but he didn't bother leaving a message.
 
Oliver looked away from Jeremiah shaking his head, "I really not," he explained, "I'm sorry, I know I don't live in the best area, but guns...guns feel permanent to me. I could seriously hurt someone with a gun, a knife sure I can do the same but it's less likely. Maybe, I don't know, I just...I don't feel comfortable with a gun," he explained, holding the gun out for Jeremiah to take, "It's kind of you to offer to teach me how to defend myself but I can't. I rather just stick with my knife..." he said, refusing to look at Jeremiah. Somehow he felt just as bad turning down Jeremiah's offer as he did accepting it. He felt like he was disappointing the man somehow.

"Please, can we just meet your client and go home," he said, completely missing that he had called it home rather than the estate or 'your place' like he normally did.

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Oliver's boss's eyes went wide at what he was seeing and he stumbled back, hitting the ground. Anyone else that was around him at the time and saw what was going on booked it out of there. They had not signed up for this at all. It's not like they were going to tell anyone either, not that anyone would believe them.
 
Oliver handed the gun back and Jeremiah sighed. It wasn't entirely unexpected. He didn't really know what else to say. The man didn't want to fire a gun, and he couldn't really blame him. He sighed and nodded, tucking the device back into his holster. It was then that he registered what the man said. "Home, huh?" He asked with a smile and pressed closer, wrapping his arms around the other and drawing him close.

Just then another car pulled up alongside them and Jeremiah scowled. He was early. Apparently he wouldn't have had much time to teach Oliver much anyway.

The driver stepped out of the car and moved to open the door. The man that stepped out was surprisingly scrawny with a misproportioned head, making him seem like a ballon on a twig.

"Jeremiah, who's your friend?" He asked in a nasally voice.

Keeping Oliver close but shifting him more behind him, he said, "This is my boyfriend. I thought I'd help him with some target practice since there's no one around. You're early."

"Indeed I am. I've been itching to unload this product."

Jeremiah stiffened a little. "The goods aren't hot, are they?"

The man laughed. "No, no. Don't worry, of course not!"
 
He tensed for a second when Jeremiah wrapped his arms around him, but he quickly untensed finding some comfort in the motion. With how unsafe he felt he also felt safe with Jeremiah. However, then the car rolled up and he tensed again. He moved so he was almost behind Jeremiah, eying the balloon headed man. His eyes flickered to Jeremiah's face when he heard him call him his boyfriend. He gave a small smile at that. Even after all of this, it was nice to hear him call him that.

However, he also stood a little straighter when he head the question about hot goods. Yeah, this guy was shady and Oliver was on high alert, glancing over to the car the man had come in. He was immediately making his observations such as the car plates and make/model of the car. He didn't trust this man in the slightest.
 
The shady looking man just laughed at Jeremiah's suspicion and made his way to the trunk of the black car. He popped the trunk and Jeremiah gently dragged Oliver closer with him to reveal the collection of sub machine guns.

"What's the meaning of this?" Jeremiah asked, stepping forward and eyeing the guns. "There were supposed to be thirty of them, there's only... Seven here."

The man laughed. "You think I can fit thirty AK-47s in my car?" He shook his head. "This is an advance on the finally shipment. Got a whole crate of these babies waiting to be delivered."

Giving a grunt, Jeremiah just nods. "Fine. Are they loaded?"

"One on top is. I knew you'd want to take it for a spin."

Reaching into his pocket, Jeremiah pulled out a pair of simply black gloves (Jeremiah took his eyes off the buyer but anyone watching him would be able to see his disappointment at seeing Jeremiah put the gloves on) and put them on. Then he stepped forward and picked up the top gun, feeling the weight before sliding the strap over his shoulder.

Taking a couple steps back over to Oliver, Jeremiah was careful not to point the lethal piece of machinery at him. "What do you think?" He whispered far enough from the seller that the man wouldn't be able to hear him.
 
Oliver glanced away from the guns when he saw them and then to the seller, tilting his head slightly at the idea of not fitting that many guns into his car. He glanced over to the car's truck rather quickly and then back to the buyer. Seven was a little low...but yeah, he'd have to agree about not fitting in that many guns into his car. It also didn't add up that the man wanted to get rid of the guns as quickly as possible but didn't bring more than seven. Unlike Jeremiah, he was looking at the seller when Jeremiah pulled on the gloves. So he got to see the look of disappointment. They're hot, red hot. Red flags went flying through his head.

"He's lying to you," Oliver said simply when he was asked, though he was a bit surprised when Jeremiah questioned what he thought about the interaction. "Sure, his trunk isn't that big, but if he really wanted to get rid of that many guns quickly, just bring them all or at least half. Seven isn't enough to make a quick deal. Not to mention if they weren't taken by illegal means he wouldn't have been so disappointed by you wearing gloves. I say they were stolen pretty recently too, at least that one was," he said nodding to the gun that Jeremiah had. "My bet is he's either an undercover cop or a rat," he said shrugging. Though he gave a weak smile when he realized and escort probably wouldn't be that observant, "A-at least that's what my gut is telling me?" he tried, hoping it wasn't that large of a fuck up.
 
Smart boy. Jeremiah had his own suspicions of the whole deal, especially the fact that the man would only bring seven of thirty. He could easily fit a dozen, maybe even fifteen of the guns. And if he had brought these as a 'taste' for his client, he certainly would have had more than one loaded. Not to mention when he had picked up the supposedly loaded gun, the man hadn't flinched in the slightest. "Remind me to buy you something later." He whispered to the other and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek.

Okay, so he had brought Oliver along because he knew the man was a spy and he knew that the kid hadn't been able to get into the secret gun safe in the basement - although according to video surveillance he had tried at least once to get into the room - so as far as Oliver knew the house was unarmed. He had no idea how often the kid was reporting in. Hell, over the past few days he hadn't been paying the least bit of attention to the man, he could have been talking to him three or four times a day. He just hoped that allowing Oliver to see him purchasing such heavy weaponry would make the man second guess any plans his gang might have about attacking.

"Where'd you get them?" He asked, turning and pointing the assault rifle at the arms dealer.

The man still didn't even flinch. "Military surplus."

Jeremiah squeezed the trigger (while still pointing it at the man) and nothing happened. "I thought you said it was loaded."

"What the fuck! Why are you pointing it at me to test it?" The man finally reacted, flinching back, but it was too late. He'd given himself away. The accent he'd been using slipped and shifted.

"What the fuck is going on here, Charles? Why are you meeting me all the way out here with phony guns?"
 
Oliver blinked at the kiss to his cheek, nodding when he was told to remind the man. At this point, Oliver's mind wasn't on reporting to his boss, not that he could at this moment anyway. Sure, he would have to tell his boss eventually, but at this particular moment, his eyes were on the gun aimed at the dealer. "Jer-" he stopped speaking knowing it probably wasn't a great idea but he really didn't want to see anyone get killed today, accidental or not. So as he saw Jeremiah's hand squeeze the trigger he shut his eyes, only to not hear the sound of gunfire. He opened them and looked rather confused. It wasn't loaded?

He looked back and forth from the dealer and to Jeremiah, "They're illegally gained, right?" Oliver chimed it looking at the man named Charles, "That or you're purposely trying to get Jeremiah in trouble," he said, "My bet is on the latter, dummy guns used by cops to track gang-related crime."
 
The dealer was not the one looking between them. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, "I just didn't want to load the damn thing cause I don't trust you. Apparently for good reasons!" The man said in outrage and Jeremiah tiled his head to the side.

"No, his theory sounds right. Who you working for, Charles? Are you wearing a wire?"

"If I was, you think I'd admit to it?" He asked and when Jeremiah took a step closer the man pulled back his shirt to reveal a handgun tucked down the front of his pants. "That one might not be loaded, but this one is. Stay where you are, or I'll use it."

Jeremiah watched the man for a moment. He was too much of an amateur to be a cop. A cop would have pulled the gun and pointed it at him - and he would have had it in a holster, not down the front of his pants. In the blink of an eye, Jeremiah was on the man. All he did, however, was set his own hand on the gun before Charles had a chance to react. "Dumb move, keeping your gun down the front of your pants." He said, not moving it but clearly sliding his thumb along the gun to slide the safety off. "Now, unless you want to be hearby known as Charles the dickless, you will tell me what's going on here."

The man's eyes went wide. "I, you, but how did you?-" He stammered but then quickly raised his hands to show he was cooperating. While he knew he could reach for the gun, he also knew that Jeremiah would not hesitate to squeeze the trigger. "Look, my job was just to get you outta the house."

The answer surprised and confused Jeremiah and he tilted his head to the side. "What? Why would someone want me out of the house?"

Charles nodded his head at Oliver. "Tony figured there was a fiddy-fiddy chance you'd bring him with you. Hey Ollie, how ya doin?"

Jeremiah froze. He had never given the man Oliver's name. He rounded on his companion. "Who the fuck is Tony and why would he want you out of the house right now?"
 
Oliver frowned when he saw the gun and stepped back a bit, gang member that was for sure. His eyes also went a little wide at how fast Jeremiah moved. He had seen him move that fast before, but he had thought it was the lust...guess it wasn't. Oliver looked just as confused as Jeremiah was about wanting to get them out of the house. His eyes went wide again when he heard that name. He stepped back again and reflexively went to grab his knife only to remember he didn't have it. Then the other called him by that horrid name. He really couldn't remember who this man was but if he was calling him that it was probably one of Tony's pals that he liked sharing him with. His eyes went from Charles to Jeremiah and then looked down. Why would Tony want him out of the house?

"No," he said and bit his lip, "fuck, fuck I-I told him something felt off...I...Jeremiah, I'm sorry, I-" he didn't even know how to go about telling Jeremiah everything. He felt his heart racing as he tried to figure out how to say who Tony was how to backtrack this. Thanks to Charles he was fucked...and not in a good way. "Jeremiah, I-" he started again, he closed his eyes, his body was shaking. There was no way out of this, "He's- He's my boss..." he explained, "I was s-sent by him to infiltrate your...family. He wanted me to gain information about you all and then get out. I-I gave him information earlier this morning, just information about how many people, dogs, things like that. I told him something didn't feel right, you didn't have any weapons, you didn't seem like a gang. I didn't think he- Jeremiah if I had known he was going to attack I would have warned you," he managed to get out, as he grabbed his hands to stop them from shaking, "y-you guys aren't like us, at least not that I found, this kind of thing makes me think a little different, but still..." he murmured. "Jeremiah, I'm sorry."
 
There it was. The truth was out. He had known all along that the man was a spy but somehow it still hurt to learn that he had reported on him just this- "Wait." He turned back to Charles. "This deal has been in the works for a couple weeks, since before I met Oliver." He said.

"Yeah, we were trying to feel you out, but you're so closed lipped, Tony knew we had to get someone into the house to get more info. When he didn't find any weapons, we figured you guys hadn't been able to get your hands on any since you got to town. I was stalling until we were ready to move."

Ready to move. Fuck! Jeremiah pulled the gun out of Charles' pants and pointed it at the man, making him flinch. He didn't fire though, instead it pulled the magazine out of the gun, then cocked it and fired into the sky to release the one in the chamber and then threw the gun as hard as he could. Charles cursed and watched it but when Jeremiah suddenly grabbed Oliver's arm and dragged him to his car, Charles ran off after the gun.

After shoving Oliver towards the passenger seat, he growled at him to, "Get in." Then he walked around to the driver's side and slammed on the accelerator the instance Oliver was sitting, not caring if he was buckled. The car spun in a circle, kicking up dirt behind them as they began to race back towards the house. He pulled out his phone and turned it on. One missed call from Lucien. He called him back but it went straight to voicemail and he pressed harder on the accelerator. "What does this Tony guy mean to you?" He asked suddenly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
 
Oliver didn't know that bit of information, he had thought he was meant for scoping the other out before they did anything. Not that it really mattered, though it seemed to matter to Jeremiah for whatever reason. He refused to look up so he didn't see Jeremiah take the gun out of the man's pants and jumped when he heard the shot. He looked up out of reflex and seemed a bit relieved to find Charles not dead on the ground. He gasped as Jeremiah grabbed him and dragged him to the car, "Jeremiah, please, I'm sorry I-" glanced back towards Charles and then to the car and quickly got in, gasping once more as the car raced back towards the house. He winced as he hit the door a bit harder than expected with the hard turn but shook it off, this was no time to complain about Jeremiah's driving habits.

He stared at his lap as Jeremiah frantically headed back to the house. The only time he looked up and to Jeremiah was when he was asked what Tony meant to him. He frowned, a little confused by the question, "I-He was the one that brought me into this life...he gave me a way to survive after I-" he stopped, "after I was in a bit of trouble," he said, he still wasn't used to sharing things about his life and the way that Tony had found him and how he got to that point was something he wasn't comfortable with sharing at this moment. "I owe him everything," he said, looking out the window, "I've given him everything. My time, my body...even my heart, though more in a familial way than lovers. I've slept with him if that's what you're wanting to know. Not that he'd ever admit to it. He's only ever slept with Olivia," he said, knowing that Jeremiah would understand. "In short I'm just a toy for him and anyone he deems fit to play with. Not that I minded too much...but I was aware of what I was and what I wasn't. In essence, he's just an asshole that uses me," he explained.
 
Well, at least Oliver didn't seem attached to this Tony guy, but it did hurt him in another way to learn that this asshole had been using Oliver for his body. It wasn't pain for himself, but rather pain for the man that he had only started to know. He was silent a moment before, "You never found the gun safe in the basement. We don't use them often, but if we're attacked... There's a strong possibility that Tony and whoever else joined in the fight are dead." He told the other, wanting him to brace for what they might be seeing when they returned. "I just hope my family is okay."

With the way he was speeding, Jeremiah cut the drive time down by half. He only slowed when he neared the house. He had no idea what was going on inside so he slowed and stopped outside the grounds. Then he reached over to the dash board in front of Oliver and opened it, pulling out a pair of binoculars. The only other thing in the cubby was a pocket knife and some papers. Closing the compartment again, he stepped out of the car and put the binoculars to his face and looked in at the grounds, trying to assess the situation, completely ignoring what Oliver might be doing.
 
Oliver nodded at what Jeremiah said, "Me too..." though it wasn't very clear on who he was talking about. He had no true allegiance to his gang, but he had been with them for a while now, he'd consider some of them friends, so for them to die...hurt.

Once they made it to the house and Jeremiah fiddled with getting binoculars out he eyed the pocket knife and papers that he saw in the dashboard. He glanced over to Jeremiah as he got out of the car and then back to the dashboard...no that pocket knife wouldn't do anything to protect him but he did pull out his cellphone and called Tony's number. It rang and then stopped. He nibbled on his lip and called a few others he had the numbers for, the same thing. "fuck..." he murmured to himself, once again he called Tony, but still no answer. He slowly moved so he was out of the car and glanced towards the end of the driveway. He looked over to Jeremiah and back again if he was quiet enough he probably could make it. There was no way they weren't going to kill him. He was a spy for the other gang. He slowly stepped back, keeping his eye on Jeremiah. He could just slip away, book it to his apartment grab some things and head out. Maybe it was better just to leave though, anyone that knew he was the one giving information might just assume that he lied about the guns, they'd kill him for sure. He was stuck. He stopped by the back of the car, there was no where left for him to go, even Tony would be mad at him for not giving the information about the guns. Though he was pretty sure he could appeal to Tony sexually, that usually worked for him.
 
"So, you brought the traitor back." Lucien's voice rang out loud and clear.

Relief washed over Jeremiah at the sound of his old friend's voice, relief that was short-lived when he turned to see the anger on the man's face. He wasn't alone either. Six wolves slunk out of the trees and surrounded Oliver on all sides, separating himself from the man. They were all growling. Jeremiah had been so preoccupied with watching the house he hadn't heard or smelled them approach.

"Thank God, Lucien, how bad is it?"

"You don't seem surprised that we were attacked. In fact, you stopped out here to watch. Tell me, when did you find out? Did your little whore tell you as soon as you were away or did he wait until you were far enough out that you couldn't return in time?"

"Don't call him a whore." He growled then quickly added on, "And Oliver didn't know this was happening. It was the gun dealer that told me. He was a decoy to get me and the kid out of the house."

"How convenient." Lucien said, stepping closer. "So you're saying you knew nothing about this?"

Jeremiah's eyes widened. "You couldn't possibly think I had something to do with this." He said. That's when he realized that Lucien's usually nice clothes were covered in blood. "You're hurt." He said and took a step forward but the scent he got from the other wasn't his own blood. "No... It's Marcus' blood. Is he...?"

"Dead? Maybe. He's in there dying. Stabbed by his damn silver knife." Lucien pointed at Oliver but kept his attention on the real threat, which was Jeremiah.

"But he was with me." Jeremiah said in confusion.

"So he conveniently left the silver blade behind for his pals. How much did you tell him, Jeremiah? Is that why you fucking bit him, huh? Were you going to make him one of us?"

"No! I already explained that, I took care of the bite to prevent that. I- I did tell him what we are but he thought I was joking, you were there."

"So then how did he know that the silver knife would kill me? It was aimed at me, Marcus just got in the way."

"There's no way, he couldn't... He-he wouldn't..." He looked over at Oliver for the first time. Had he?

"He's a fucking spy, Jeremiah! I told you the moment you decided to bring him home that nothing but trouble would come of it. Now look what happened! He's been playing you this whole God-damn time! Stop thinking with your dick and start thinking with your head. We haven't survived this long by listening to every whore that comes walking into our lives!"

Jeremiah growled and actually shoved Lucien. "I said, stop calling him a whore!"
 
Oliver looked around when he heard Lucien's voice and slowly raised his hands away from his body doing his best not to make any sudden movements. He looked between Lucien and Jeremiah and watched them, listening to the accusations that were flying. Something about his knife, his silver knife? He didn't really understand why the material of the knife had anything to do with it but he frowned when he heard it had been used to hurt Marcus that it was intended to be used on Lucien. He stepped forward when Jeremiah pushed Lucien, "Jeremiah!" he called out. He looked over to Lucien, "Mr. Greymane, please, Jeremiah didn't know anything about this. I didn't even know that they were coming today. I-I, you aren't wrong, I left my knife here but not because I was leaving it for them, I left it because I didn't know where Jeremiah was taking me, I assumed it wasn't a place where I'd be wanting to wear a knife on my body, where it was visible. Especially not in something like this. And if Marcus is hurt don't you think we should be getting him some medical attention?" he asked, "Call me a whore all you want and blame me for everything, fine, but don't you think we should be helping the man that is hurt? If he's dying he needs attention quickly," he said, "I'll tell you anything you want to know, but please...get Marcus some help first."

He wasn't really sure how to address the 'turning' and 'biting' thing, or the thing about saying what they were, they were gang members...Oliver already knew that. Jeremiah hadn't lied about that either, well he had, but Oliver hadn't thought he was joking...what was it that Oliver had thought he was joking about? "Werewolves?" he said out loud as his brain caught up with the question. He hadn't even realized he said it out loud. What an odd thing to bring up now.
 
Lucien heard every word that Oliver said but he didn't react, didn't take his eyes off of Jeremiah. "Who's it going to be, Jeremiah, me or the whore."

Jeremiah couldn't believe what he was hearing. He glanced over at Oliver and wanted to assure him that Marcus would be fine. If Lucien was out here while Marcus was dying, he must have someone he trusted looking at him. Nothing prepared him for Lucien's words and he just stood there, stunned, looking between them. "Don't make me choose between you." He said, genuine pain in his voice.

"It seems you already have." Lucien said and shook his head. "Disappointing, Jeremiah. I remember a time when you would have killed him on principle alone." He said and motioned. The wolves began to move in. "Let me have him and I'll let you leave alive." Lucien's voice sounded cold and emotionless but Jeremiah could hear the hurt in his voice, see the pain in his eyes. But he also knew the man wasn't joking.

Jeremiah took Oliver's hand into his own, making the youth look at him as he said, "I'm sorry, Oliver." With a careful motion, he pressed the key to the car into the younger man's hand. As he looked into his eyes, he tried to convey the importance of the man getting away. He couldn't run, he'd be caught by the wolves in a heart beat, but the car would give him a chance.

Lucien nodded with approval, thinking Jeremiah was going to turn him over. But then, without warning he collapsed to all fours, shifting fluidly into wolf form, his clothes ripping and forming a pile on the ground. He put himself between Oliver and the advancing wolves and Lucien shook his head, shifting as well. He was a massive wolf and he slowly crept forward.

Jeremiah growled, using his large body to force Oliver to move backwards towards the car while trying to keep an eye on the wolves snapping at them. They were surrounded. He was unsure whether he could take Lucien, let along Lucien and six other wolves. If he engaged the Alpha, the other wolves wouldn't interfere, but they would go after Oliver. There was no way for him to protect Oliver and fight off all seven wolves.
 
Oliver looked shocked when Jeremiah asked Lucien to not make him choose. "J-Jeremiah..." he whispered. Never had anyone ever said something like that. His eyes wouldn't leave Jeremiah after that was said, he didn't care what Lucien was saying, he looked confused when Jeremiah handed him the car keys and apologized. None of this even remotely prepared him for what came next. He stumbled backward when Jeremiah shifted and was doing all he could to hold back the scream that wanted to get out when he watched Lucien do the same. He pushed himself back as far as he could until his back was pressed against the car door. "What the fuck!" was all that escaped him. "Y-y-you're...you're..." he couldn't even get the word out. He was petrified to his spot.

He had died...this was the only way this was happening. Jeremiah had shot him when he pointed that handgun at him and now he was in hell. This little job had taken so many turns that he had no idea what was going on at the moment. Even if he wanted to get up and get into the car he couldn't he was shaking so badly and he couldn't will his body to move. Though, this did explain a lot of things that had confused him. It definitely explained the dogs...they weren't dogs...they were wolves. Werewolves to be precise...he had...Oliver felt like he was going to throw up. His stomach and heart were reeling. This was how he was going to die, being eaten alive by a bunch of werewolves! There was no way this was real right now. No way. "Please...please, oh fucking please..." he murmured to himself, his body still refusing to move.
 
Damnit! He should have forced Oliver into the car before shifting. The man at least had his body pressed up against the car, which would give him a little protection. He felt like cornered prey. He had fought with these wolves enough times to know their tricks but it didn't make it any easier to defend against. One would snap at him and he would lung at them to force them back, then he'd feel contact of teeth on one of his back legs. He would spin and snap at that one and feel another nipping at his neck. So far none of them were drawing blood but all they had to do was keep this up and it would wear him down until he slipped up and one of the wolves got past him or got a good hold on one of his limbs.

He was constantly trying to keep track of all seven but then he only counted six and he spun in time for one of them to be launching off the top of the car at Oliver. Growling, he leapt up and intercepted the wolf mid-leap and they went rolling through the semi-circle. This prevented Oliver from being hit from behind but left him trapped in the middle of the pack without Jeremiah. He quickly disengaged the wolf and charged back through them, shifting back into human form - fully nude - and wrapped himself around Oliver, using himself as a human shield as another wolf lunged at the man. He cried out in pain as claws lashed at his back but he didn't release Oliver. Instead he opened the car door and forced the smaller man into the vehicle.

Another cry left his lips as one of the wolves managed to grasp his leg and pull him backwards, away from the open door. A second wolf pounced on his chest, trying to keep him pinned while a third lunged at the open door. Jeremiah kicked at the one on his leg and used his hands to toss the one from his chest at the one lunging at the door. Then he managed to stand again, his naked body now covered in wounds and blood. He slammed the door shut and pressed a bloody hand against the window smearing red over the clear glass as he shouted. "Go!" Another wolf pounced on him and he fell to the ground once more before shifting back and rolling on the ground with the wolf.

Lucien shifted back into human form and tried to open the car door before Oliver could escape in the expensive vehicle.
 
Oliver watched in horror as the wolves attacked Jeremiah. He gasped when Jeremiah jumped towards him only to find he was protecting him from another wolf. Then Jeremiah wrapped himself in human form around him and he couldn't help but look concerned when he cried out. He touched Jeremiah's naked chest before his fingers were touching nothing and the door was being slammed shut. "But!" he called out and watched as he was shoved to the ground. His eyes just happened to catch the movement and he quickly slammed the locks on each of the doors. He stared at Lucien through the window and prayed that he couldn't get in any other way, "Lucien, please!" he called, looking down at Jeremiah, "He didn't do anything wrong, he would never. I'm sorry, I didn't know...I wouldn't have left my knife like that if I had known. Please, Lucien! Don't hurt him, it's not his fault," he said. He found he didn't want to leave, he should, everything in his body told him he should leave. He would die here if he didn't, but he didn't want to leave Jeremiah. "I'll leave, you'll never hear from me again, I'm not going to tell anyone, no one would believe me. I'm as good as dead, either way, Tony's gang won't stop until they've had their revenge either. I'll always have to be on the run, please, Lucien...don't hurt him." he wasn't sure why he was pleading rather than getting out of there. He had no idea how powerful any of these...things were. He needed to get out of here and fast but again, he didn't want to leave Jeremiah.
 
Lucien was honestly impressed that Oliver wasn't fleeing. He had locked the doors so that he couldn't get in, but he hadn't taken off like a coward - like Lucien had expected. He crouched down, not caring that he was naked, and looked in through the driver's window to listen to the man shouting and pleading with him. He could hear the continued fighting behind him but he ignored it. Instead he looked in through the blood smear at the human that had cause so much trouble simply by existing. "I don't want you to leave... I want you dead. He's willing to sacrifice himself for your pathetic life and all you offer is to leave? If you get out of there and turn yourself over, I'll let him live. Disowned, but alive. Or you can save your own skin and leave."

Jeremiah could already feel his wounds healing but even so he was already starting to have trouble. He was outnumbered and no matter how he tried to fend off the wolves, they just kept coming. He heard what Lucien said and whined. All their years together and it came down to this? "Lucien, please." He whined.

Hearing the whimpering whine from Jeremiah distracted Lucien and he turned to look at the wolf. The others saw his gaze and let up on their vicious attack. Jeremiah stood in the middle of the six wolves, his whole body quivering. "Why should I allow this human to live?"

At lease Lucien was willing to listen to reason now. He shifted back into human form and met Lucien's steady gaze. "Because I love him. For the love you bear me, please... I beg you to let him leave."
 
"He wants me to leave..." he said, biting his lip, "that's why I'm offering it, he wants me to leave and not die, I'm just asking you to do the same for an innocent man."

His eyes turned to Jeremiah when Lucien looked over to him, his eyes widened. Jeremiah didn't even know him, how could he love him? He looked over to Lucien, "Lucien...I messed up, I know I did. It's not an excuse but I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. You could have killed me day one, you could have killed me any of these days, why didn't you? You knew what I was and yet you let me roam around your house and sleep in your loved one's bed. You're trying to kill me now, whether Jeremiah likes it or not. Please Lucien...I-I'll pay for my dishonesty...but please, I didn't know what you are, I didn't even know they were coming today. If I had, I swear I would have said something. I know there is no way of me proving that, but the guy Jeremiah went to go meet today said that Tony had been planning this for weeks. I was just here to get the last bits of information. Numbers, that's all I gave him. Technically very wrong numbers now that I'm thinking about it. But, I told him that there wasn't something right. Something felt off...I tried to stop him. Surely..." he trailed off hesitating, "Jeremiah said that my- that the gang might be dead...I didn't lead them to you, Lucien. At least not according to the man Jeremiah went to go see today, I just confirmed things that I didn't even know I was confirming."
 
Lucien listened to everything then turned to look at Jeremiah. The gash across his back was pretty massive but he had seen the man in worse condition. Could he bear to see him dead though? No. He had lost too many over the years. He took a deep breath and then shook his head, "I can't believe I'm going to say this but... Go." He said, turning towards Jeremiah. "You say you love him. I will let you both leave, but you can never come back. Go watch him grow old and die."

The reality of Lucien's words hit home like a punch to the gut and Jeremiah took a step forwards. "Luc."

"Don't fucking Luc me! You betrayed me, you betrayed the pack! Even if it was stupid and a mistake, you betrayed us and I cannot accept that. So go before I change my mind and kill both of you!"

Jeremiah was stunned for a moment before he limped to the car. He paused when he got there though, wondering if this was a trick to get Oliver to open the door.
 
Oliver jumped when Lucien yelled at Jeremiah like that. "Lucien he-" he stopped watching Jeremiah limp, he hesitated before scooting away from the door that Jeremiah would need to get in through and leaned to unlock the door before moving away from it. He didn't open it, he'd let Jeremiah do that. He moved to sit in the passenger seat and waited for Jeremiah to come in or for Lucien to grab him. Either way, he found himself terrified for whatever was to come next. He found himself shaking unsure of what was going to happen next, he didn't like this. His mind was reeling with everything he was questioning now. Would it be a quick death? Probably not. They were werewolves? What was that about? What did Jeremiah mean when he said he loved him? They had known each other for at max a week. He wasn't really sure if he would count the days they barely spoke to each other. Jeremiah didn't even know half of what Oliver was all about. Would he still be saying he loved him after Oliver opened up to him? Would Oliver actually open up to him?
 
As the door was unlocked, Jeremiah got in and watched Lucien wearily as the man turned and stooped to pick something up. What was he- The man had picked up the clothes that Jeremiah had been wearing when he shifted. They were pretty torn but they would certainly be better than nothing. He rolled down the window to accept the pile of clothes. "A parting gift." Lucien said as he dumped the clothes onto the man's naked lap. Then, before Jeremiah had a chance to consider what was happening, Lucien pulled the gun from the holster that Jeremiah had been wearing. He pointed it at the younger wolf and pulled the trigger. "Oh, and Jer, if Marcus dies, I will hunt Oliver down and kill him."

Red hot pain seared through Jeremiah. There was no pain like a gunshot. He doubled over, clutching his gut which was bleeding profusely. Then the heaviness of the gun landed on his lap but he couldn't really concentrate on anything but the pain ripping through his gut. It was his own gun so he knew it wasn't a silver bullet, but it still fucking hurt! Lucien and the other wolves left. Dizziness was starting to take his vision and he looked at Oliver and forced himself to smile. "I- I'll live..." He tried to reassure the other.
 
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