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Secrets (AllThingsCuddly/Gumdrop)

"Well then, sign me up for an interview. I have been looking to find a new company," he said. He tilted his head when Jeremiah seemed to finally relent in telling him what he business was. He couldn't help but laugh when he finally got the answer. "Really, now? That's it? He makes it seem like you're some kind of mafia," he said rolling his eyes.

He hummed when he was told that Jeremiah could drink him under the table, "And I have no doubt in that, but I can hold my own pretty well. You'll be plenty drunk before I'm under the table, especially on wine." He blinked when Italian came out of Jeremiah's mouth and his eyes went a little wide. He glanced to the waiter and then back to Jeremiah. "Uh, back to the fact that you can speak Italian, please," he said, looking a bit bewildered, "I-where the hell did you learn that?" he asked. He knew he probably had to answer the family question before he got his answer and with that thought, he licked his lips. How did he explain his family? It wasn't like they were worth anything. At least they wouldn't lead back to him if anyone found out. He nibbled on his lip for a moment.

"Not...around," he finally said, unsure of how else to go about it. "Um, we don't exactly see eye to eye. Well, at least my parents, my sister is too young to really understand what's going on between me and them. She understands they aren't happy with me, but not exactly why," he explained a bit further. He looked down to his lap and twiddled his thumbs a bit, "Anyway...you speak Italian?" he said, trying to get them back on that topic rather than his family.
 
"I'll see when I can fit you into my schedule. I travel a lot for work and my secretary would be required to travel with me. Is that something you would be okay with?" It was a genuine question. While the pack tried to largely stay under the radar, they did have legitimate business. It helped them stay under the radar. Most the pack took care of the comfort around the den while the higher ups - Jeremiah and Lucien primarily - took care of the business. The inner circle ran the business but they kept new blood flowing through the lower ranks of the company to avoid suspicions. Entry level investment bankers were a dime a dozen though.

"Where?" He asked and chuckled. "In Italy. I lived there for a time." He explained when the other asked about where he learned Italian. Though as he explained about his family, he had a feeling that it was a touchy subject for him. It made him feel strangely sad. "It's always a shame when parents and their offspring fall out of contact. Life is... too short to hold grudges. I would do anything to have my own family back." He said and was all too happy when Oliver changed the subject.

"I speak French as well. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" He asked with a smile, wondering if the other would understand the phrase. It was common enough and that blasted song made it popular for a time.
 
Oliver hesitated a little bit when Jeremiah mentioned traveling a lot, he wasn't sure if that would work out, but...who said this job wouldn't take a while? And as long as Jeremiah was left in the dark about what Oliver was really doing he might be safer with Jeremiah than his boss. At least in it taking a while, "yeah, I would say I'd be okay with that. Given that I'm given a place to sleep," he said. "Anywhere would do, I'm not picky."

He gave a small smile, "yeah, well, not much I can do about it," he mumbled before going back to the languages that Jeremiah knew. "Well, I would hardly count knowing a line from a famous song as speaking French, but I suppose I'll give you knowing that. Though, if you are wanting me to answer that question, it would require me to know the meaning. It's something sexual, I always figured that. Care to test your knowledge against a translating app?" he asked, motioning to his phone. "So you've lived in Italy, did you live in France as well?" he asked. "Or anywhere else for that matter?" he asked.

Oliver had to admit Jeremiah grew more interesting by the moment. He spoke multiple languages and clearly had money, whether it was from shady business or not, he wasn't sure. They were clearly both interested in each other, he figured tonight was going to be a lot of fun. He would just need to watch his intake of alcohol though. He needed the other to be drunk, not himself. He figured he would probably nurse the wine that he was going to be given as it was now just him and Jeremiah. This would have been a lot easier had there been another person to distract Jeremiah from the fact that he hadn't really been drinking.
 
"Well then. I guess you could sleep at the foot of my bed like a dog." He said with a grin. "You said you're not picky." He chuckled. "Mnn, bring it on. I have no problem with you using a translator app, though I could just as easily translate it myself. Let's start with the Italian. Get your phone ready. Ready?" He waited until the other had his phone ready and spoke the same sentence as before. "Avrò lo stufato di agnello. E la tua casa migliore Pinot Nero, il prezzo non importa." Again the language flowed easily from his lips.

"I've lived all over the world, or at least traveled to a good portion of it. France is... It doesn't live up to it's hype. Ready to translate that one?" He asked and waited for Oliver to get his phone ready again. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" It was a bold question and once the app translated it he watched Oliver's expression to see how he would react.

Just then the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and set it into an ice bucket. "Grazie." Jeremiah said to the waiter and picked up the bottle, pouring some into his own glass and then some into Oliver's. "I'd say my favorite place in the world is Lucerne in Switzerland. There are these beautiful green mountains that overlook a pristine blue lake. They don't allow motor boats on the lake, all pedal boats so it's clean and beautiful. Then when the fog sets in just right it gives the mountains this misty quality."
 
"You want me to wear a collar and leash with that?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "Or perhaps a tail?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed his phone. He nodded when he was ready and rolled his eyes at the translation. He should have known it was something about expensive things. He set his phone aside, waiting on the other to ask the French again. "It's kind of cool that you've traveled so much. I've basically been stuck here all my life. I never managed to travel myself. So it might be kind of cool to go traveling with someone that knows that world."

He set the phone up for the translation of French and read the words as soon as they got translated. His flat expression turned into a bit of a smirk, "Well, if that is a real offer...I wouldn't be trying to drink me under the table. I've heard I'm not exactly the most agreeable drunk. I've also been told not drunk Oliver tends to have a lot more adult fun than drunk Oliver does," he said, locking his phone and setting it down again, "I also know that sober Oliver tends to be a bit more open on how he enjoys himself," he said. Letting the other take that as he wanted to. What he really meant was a sober Oliver could decide if he liked a guy better than drunk Oliver did and an Oliver that liked a guy definitely was more open to how he enjoyed himself.

He glanced to the waiter and took the glass once it was set down for him and sipped at it. "That sounds like a nice place, not too many places like that left, are there?" he said, "Makes them even more beautiful to see. It would be nice if they let rowboats out on the lake as well. It gives you a little bit more space to just relax than a paddleboat. Though I have seen some rather large paddleboats before."
 
"Of course you would need a tail. Why stop at the collar and leash when you can do the full transformation?" Though even as he said it he was actually imagining what Oliver would look like as a wolf. He didn't go about changing people willy nilly but he had made a few wolves in his years. Only once had he transformed a former lover though, it had gotten messy. He tended to avoid that. No, if he did get with Oliver it would be a brief fling and he knew that. Even if the other weren't a spy, this couldn't last long. "Traveling is nice, especially when you have money. The first time I went traveling I was broke and was basically backpacking across Europe with everything I owned on my back. There are some evil people out there."

"Well, you don't seem offended by the offer so perhaps I won't have to get you drunk in order to make it happen. I guess we can settle for just having a couple glasses of wine with dinner. Though I suppose if I really wanted to get you drunk I could." He said and raised his own glass to his lips, taking a drink. Jeremiah was showing off his money. A lot. Which he was perfectly fine with, he was like a peacock, strutting his feathers to impress. Maybe he could sway Oliver away from his gang. The pack was more family-oriented and not nearly as illicit as Oliver seemed to think it was.

"It's got this surrealism to it. I've tried looking up photos of the place but they never quite do it justice. It's a place you have to see in order to believe. I was staying in a small brothel up in the mountains looking down at the lake. And they have quite large, impressive paddle boats. Cruise ships even. They would probably allow a row boat though. The big thing is they don't want motors out there polluting the water."
 
"Sounds like a fun time to me," he said, enjoying the idea of playing a dog for a while. "Well, money is something I've kind lacked for a while now. Still, I suppose once you learn who is and isn't evil, backpacking sounds kind of fun. Then again, I've never even gone camping so what do I know," he said with a shrug.

"I assure you, you couldn't. Not without using ill manners that, in my opinion, tell me that that man is not worth being with. I prefer my men to be honest about wanting me. Just ask, remember?" he said, taking another sip of his wine before putting the glass down. "If you want me to...make you work for it all you have to do is ask. As I said, sober Oliver is rather open to all sorts of things," he explained. He thought about it for a moment before he moved his foot so that it was rubbing lightly against Jeremiah's calf. His face didn't change though, as far as he was concerned he would have the man questioning whether or not he was aware of what he was doing.

"A brothel?" he asked, picking up on that part, "It's a wonder you managed to get out of there to see the surrealism of it all," he teased, smiling a thank you to the waiter when their food showed up. He tucked in enjoying the taste of the food. It had been a while since he had had anything quite like this. Sure he could make the chicken parm on his own, but this felt like his mom's cooking, even if it was in a restaurant. Plus, he had to admit the company always made the food taste a little bit better than it already was. "So, what about the Jeremiah that is a dog lover? What does he do with his spare time when he isn't working?"
 
"So if I had come up to you when I first saw you, admitted I knew you were a man and asked you if you wanted to go fuck, you would have?" He asked and was about tp say something else when he felt a foot caressing him under the table. He stiffened and looked at Oliver, the youth showed no sign of having done it, had it been subconscious or unintentional? His own hand came to rest on the man's thigh, gently caressing it as his own lust began to rise again.

"Hey, when a broke college student is back-packing across Europe, he has to make money somehow." He said with a wink when the other questioned him staying at a brothel. With the look on his face it was difficult to tell if he truly had worked a brothel or just stayed there. He began to eat his own food as well, it was quite delicious. Though what he really wanted to sink his teeth into was the young man sitting next to him. "What do I do in my free time?" He asked and pondered the question. What could he say? "I hunt. Deer mostly. With all the proper permits, of course. I'm not one of those men that hunts just for fun though. The p- family and I will spend most the summer camping in the woods and hunt deer or catch fish to eat while we're out there. It's our way of communing with nature." It was true enough, though what he didn't mention was that they would all be in wolf form for the entire summer. It was three months of allowing their animal instincts to guide them. They had found that dedicating some time for it made it easier for them to curb their desires the rest of the year.
 
Oliver thought about the question, “No,” he said, “I would have even if you didn’t know I was a man,” he said, smirking. He felt the other’s hand on his thigh but didn’t react. He simply went about eating his food and enjoying the hand on his thigh. Once again he ran his foot along Jeremiah’s calf, though this time just a little bit higher. He found he liked teasing the man next to him. He chuckled when the man alluded to working in the brothel, “were there really that many people wanting to get screwed? I get the feeling that you’re also the type to not receive, I could be wrong though,” he shrugged.

He looked up from his food and looked a bit surprised by the other saying he went hunting, “Really?” He asked, giving himself a moment to think about it, “I really didn’t see that one coming. Good to know there are still some people out there that can surprise me,” he said with a smile. “And here I sit never having gone camping, let alone gone hunting. Not sure how I would feel about hunting, but the idea of camping in the woods is kind of appealing. It sounds kind of peaceful,” he said taking another bite of his food. “I know I’ve said this a lot tonight, but this is very sweet of you, paying for all of this. You must really care about your dog.”
 
"Now how would that have worked?" He asked with a chuckle. "If I had thought you were a woman and taken you back to my place, how would you keep me from learning your secret?" His hand wandered further up the thigh and boldly groped at the man's crotch. "This would be pretty obvious once the dress came off." His hand left the others crotch as quickly as it had invaded, returning instead to his thigh.

The topic of him working at a brothel apparently wasn't going away. "Women visit brothels too, I'll have you know." He said, avoiding the topic of him giving or receiving, he really didn't want to get into that.

Camping, on the other hand, was a topic he greatly enjoyed talking about. "Well camping isn't what it used to be, honestly. One thing I always do when moving to a new town is fine the best, nearest camp grounds and they are getting harder and harder to find. Used to be I'd drive up into the mountains for an hour and find a dozen camp sites but now all the land is private property with no trespassing signs posted. The few camp sites that remain want to charge you for camping. Come on, people, you're literally not providing anything to me. They charge extra for firewood and prohibit you from cutting down trees for firewood. All you're allowed to do is gather the discarded brambles and trees on the forest floor. Which is fine for a weekend, but when you're out there for three months it gets increasingly difficult to find anything so you have to wander further and further from camp for wood and..." He realized he was rambling and cracked a smile. "Sorry. It's a touchy subject for me."

By now he was finished with his meal so he relaxed a bit, pouring himself a second glass of wine. "So... My place or yours?"
 
"You would be surprised what a little alcohol will make men not think about or just straight up ignore. Plus, you clearly are okay with either males or females. I'm sure I could worm my way into some story that you would believe if you were drunk enough," he explained, giving a small gasp and sitting a little straight, unable to ignore the grope to his crotch. He gave Jeremiah a look that said it might just be pretty obvious with the dress on if he kept up with that, but he said nothing about the grab. His foot did move a little bit higher though, pressing to the inside of his thigh before he put his foot down and focused on their conversation and eating. He found more and more that he wanted to get out of this restaurant and into bed with the man he was sitting with.

He gave a nod about the brothel and let it go at that point, especially when Jeremiah moved onto the topic of camping. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the man. He thought it was cute how much he was getting on how hard it was to camp nowadays. He couldn't stop himself though as a little chuckle managed to come out when he apologized for going off on it. "N-no, I think it's cute, but I would imagine it's because they need someone to clean up the trash that idiots leave and that person needs to be paid. I'm also pretty sure that they just don't want someone to go overboard and make it so the next people camping there don't get the same experience. I can imagine you aren't one of those people though, at least given with how passionate you are about it. I'm also pretty sure they don't expect anyone to be camping for that long, I mean, 3 months in a tent and no running water...sounds a bit rough," he said.

As he finished up his meal as well along with his glass of wine he smirked, "Well, we've been keeping this impromptu night out rather high class, haven't we? I suppose we should head to your place, I can almost guarantee it's higher class than my dinky apartment," he explained, finishing the very last of his wine and leaning back in his chair. "I'll even let you get the-" he stopped thinking about it and groaned, "Well, I was going to let you have the choice of taking me out of this dress or the get up you saw me earlier in, but I realize that I left it in the hummer that your boss took when he left. And as much as I don't mind being naked, I'm not exactly up for being an exhibitionest tonight,"
 
He laughed heartily at the idea of the other getting him drunk enough that he wouldn't notice that the woman he was fucking turned out to be a man. "I can go for man or woman, but what if I was a straight man and found out your little secret while you were in my bed? What if I was one of those wildly passionate people that liked to orally pleasure the woman in my bed but found instead... Well I feel like that could lead to some very bad things."

Oliver made some good points about why people would charge for camping. "I suppose. I've always just assumed it was greed, but that's probably because me and mine treat a campsite like home. You leave it as clean or cleaner than when you arrived. Plus gathering all the dry brambling helps prevent forest fires because the tires have less to feed on. I guess there are others out there that aren't as respectful. As for the running water bit, we always make sure there's running water. Natural running water in the form of a river. You can bathe perfectly fine and use it for drinking."

His place. Well it certainly would be much classier than the small little apartment he'd found himself in with the other. Though as he realized that Lucien had left with his clothes he chuckled again. "Well then, I guess it has to be my place so you can get your things back. Although even if I had my choice I would pick the dress. Even knowing you're a man, it is quite attractive on you. You would make a very cute girl." With that said he leaned over and pressed his lips the the younger man's cheek.

Turning he held up a hand. "Check please." He said, forgetting about showing off by saying it in English rather than Italian.
 
"You ask that as if I haven't been in that situation before," he said, giving a small smirk. "Like I said, you'd be surprised how much men don't seem to mind when they are drunk enough," he shrugged.

He smiled and thought about it, "That's fair, still seems like a long time to be out in the middle of nowhere. Does kind of sound fun though. Perhaps I'll have to go camping someday," he said. It did sounds like a fun idea, especially if he had someone who knew what they were doing. He shook the thought out of his head though, there was no way he would still be doing this job by summertime. He figured a few weeks would cut it and then he'd have enough information. That or he would be pulled off this job. He tensed a little bit at that thought. The last thing he needed was to be pulled off of this job.

He arched his eyebrow when he was told that he looked good in the dress and made a cute girl. "As much as a girl doesn't like being called boyish...I don't much appreciate being called a cute girl," he said, "even if it is true," he stated, though his tone didn't sound insulted. More like he was just warning the other, though he had to smile at the kiss to his cheek, "Though, I won't like, if you want me to pretend to be one in bed, I'm game," he said, smirking as he looked the other up and down and waited for the check to be paid. Once it was he grabbed his phone and followed the other out, looking around for this other car that Lucien stated he was sending for them.

Oliver had almost instantly grabbed Jeremiah's arm, though this time he moved it so that it could be around his waist. Which let his arm need to be around Jeremiah's waist and Oliver was more than happy to stick his hand down the back pocket of Jeremiah's pants. Once again, he was acting as if he wasn't doing anything, even if he may have given the other's ass a little bit of a squeeze. In retaliation for the grope to his crotch and in no way was just an excuse for him to cop a feel.
 
"I still stick by the fact that there is no way you could get me drunk enough not to realize that your gear is not what I was expecting. Of course to me it would just be an exciting discovery."

His dark eyes looked the other over carefully. He was quite cute. Though he wasn't sure how long this relationship - if that's even what one could call it - would last. He considered offering to take the other camping but he wasn't sure that they would still be together then. In fact there was a high probability that by then the kid might be dead. He was enjoying his time with him but he would not go out on a limb to protect him and if he tried to do anything to harm the pack, Lucien would order him killed. He understood that, which was why he was careful what he told the other. They already knew he was a spy and he knew Lucien was already on edge over the idea of Jeremiah doing anything with him. He just hoped that he could get some information out of Oliver.

"Well, if you didn't dress like a girl, I wouldn't call you a girl. I still don't know why you would want to if you don't like being called a girl. Your reasons are your own and I won't pry. I'm just saying." Once the check was paid he lead the way outside and glanced around. There was no sign of the car Lucien had promised. He frowned and was reaching to pull out his phone when he felt Oliver grab his arm and wrap around his waist. Then the smaller man's arm wrapped around his own waist and his hand went into his back pocket and squeezed his ass. He growled and suddenly turned, grabbing the other with more force than he had the whole time they had been together. He roughly pushed him up against the wall and pinned him there, leaning in and pressing his lips to Oliver's. It was a sloppy but passionate kiss, his tongue invading Oliver's mouth.

Overcome by animalistic lust, he didn't notice the car pull up behind them, he was too focused on assaulting Oliver's mouth with his own while his hands roamed downward and began to paw at Oliver's dress. He was only broken from his crazed instinct when he heard a voice behind them.

"Sir. Your car." It was a familiar voice and he slowly managed to drag himself away from Oliver to turn and glance at the man. He was one of the lower ranked pack members. When Jeremiah looked at him he bowed his head.

Straitening his tie and running his tongue over his lips, he turned back to Oliver. "If it weren't for the fact that I keep my wallet in my jacket pocket, I would have thought you were trying to pick my pocket." He said slyly, trying to play it cool now that he had his emotions back under control. That was one thing he had found about being a wolf - he was much more passionate in bed now. It was the animal desire to mate. It was often hard to control, especially when it had been months since he'd last sated his hunger. All evening his arousal had been teased with little innuendos and the foot creeping up his leg, the hand groping his ass had been enough to trigger his desires. If the driver hadn't said anything there is a good possibility that he would have taken Oliver then and there.

"Shall we?" He motioned to the waiting car with the back door open for them to enter. The car was a Mercedes Maybach S600. Designed for passenger comfort.
 
Oliver opened his mouth but when Jeremiah chose to respect his privacy he tucked a small tuft of hair behind his ear, "thanks," he muttered. "And, I know...I-um...yeah," he said, not sure how he was going to explain the whole thing without outing himself. And he most definitely was not going to out himself, one because he was pretty sure he would be killed two...he really did want to see what Jeremiah was like in bed.

He heard the growl and looked a bit confused but didn't even have time to think about it before he was shoved against a wall. He winched at the roughness of it but found himself already about to be embarrassed by how he was going to look when they had to move to the car. Then as quickly as he was pinned to the wall he was being forced into a kiss. Though, he once again found himself about to be embarrassed by how he was going to look when they had to move to the car and he was gladly kissing along. However, as soon as it started it seemed to end. His mouth was open, just slightly and he looked out of breath and also a bit stunned. "If that's how you greet all potential pickpockets, I'm more than happy to get caught," he said, licking his bottom lip slightly, making his way to the car.

Oliver entered the car and glanced down to himself, for the first time in this job, he was so happy that he had gone with the tighter underwear that forced him to tuck better. Granted, being turned on while being tucked like he was, was about the least comfortable thing he had ever felt. He needed to distract himself at least a little bit so he could make himself a bit more comfortable. He glanced around the car and then over to Jeremiah, "really, do you not have anything normal? You're about screaming to have pickpockets steal from you," he said, determining he needed to not look at Jeremiah because his eyes kept flickering to his lips and he could have to start all over again at getting himself distracted.
 
When Jeremiah settled into the familiar back seat of the car he glanced over at Oliver and grinned. "I'd love to have a pickpocket try to steal from me. And no, that is not what I would do to a genuine pickpocket. I think anyone foolish enough to try and pick my pocket would have a very short life expectancy." It was the first time he had ever hinted towards violence but the meaning was clear. "You must not have seen the house when you picked me up, did you?" He asked with another smile. "Too distracted by Lucien's charm, I suspect."

The car was already in motion and he found his eyes wandering over the other. So far there was no obvious indication to arousal. Was the other not turned on? His own cock was growing hard inside his pants though it wasn't too obvious yet. With what Oliver was wearing, however, he expected to see more of a bulge. He wanted so badly to reach over and feel the other up but that would probably trigger his own instincts and he knew from personal experience that the seats of this car - while quite luxurious and comfortable - were not good for fucking.

The car ride was mostly quiet as both men were trying not to think about how badly they wanted one another. Soon the car pulled through the wrought iron gates that encompassed the five acre lot. They drove up to a circular drive way and came to a stop before the massive estate. It was daunting to a lot of people but Jeremiah called it home. When the Hummer had previously brought Oliver here, his back had been to the large mansion, plus the darkened windows of the Hummer made it difficult to see much of anything anyway.

Jeremiah's room was the only bedroom on the main floor. It wasn't one of the larger rooms, in fact it was actually the smallest room in the house but he had chosen it because it was positioned by the side door of the house and it was across the hall from the garage, which made it easier for him to come and go as he pleased without having to go through the entire house. It was probably better that he had the small room anyway as they had the other rooms all set up as bunk rooms with four to a room. Almost every bedroom had it's own exclusive bathroom but there still never seemed to be enough.

Having to cram twenty-six wolves into a single residence was always difficult but Lucien had outdone himself with this place. It was large enough for the entire pack to comfortably sleep, eat or play without too much bickering. Though with the odd shifts they kept there was usually only one or two people in each bedroom at a time. Even though going through the side entrance would lead directly into his bedroom, Jeremiah led Oliver in through the main door. Mostly it was an opportunity to show off, again. He did so enjoy doing that.

"Honey, I'm home~" He called as he stepped inside. Lucien appeared at the top of the balcony holding a glass with an amber liquid.

"You're back, and you brought the stray with you, I see. His things are in a bag in your room." He turned to walk away and paused, calling over his shoulder. "And stop calling me honey." With that he left.

Jeremiah chuckled. He could smell the familiar scent of his pack all around him. From where they stood in the entry way they couldn't see anyone else but he knew from the amount of cars in the parking lot (the lot could hold up to 30 cars) that just under half the pack was around here someone. He figured some were already in bed but most were probably downstairs or outside. "Would you like a tour, or do you want to go straight to my room?" He asked Oliver.
 
Oh, Oliver had to do his best to not take that as a challenge, but by god, did he want to take on that challenge. He supposed if they went on for a little longer he could probably jokingly do it. He'd given whatever he took back immediately, but he just felt the urge to prove himself. Probably would take that wallet, now that he knew where it was. Hmm, or the gun, that could be fun. He shifted slightly thinking about it. He had to admit though, at the idea of possibly invoking the more violent side of Jeremiah he wasn't sure if he should. After all, Jeremiah had already displayed a bit of strength when he shoved Oliver against the wall. Even Oliver could tell he'd be tossed around like a sack of potatoes if Jeremiah got mad enough. He shook his head when he was asked if he had seen the house. Honestly, he hadn't really been looking.

However, he was now and his jaw dropped when they reached it. "Holy shit," he murmured under his breath. What kind of gang was this? "Y-you live here? By yourself?" he asked, following the other into the home only to have Jeremiah call to someone. When Lucien came into view he rolled his eyes at the comment. "Don't act like you didn't want to have some fun when you found out this stray was a man!" he called after Lucien, "honey!" he shouted as an afterthought. He smirked to himself, though he was pretty sure Lucien wouldn't care or would be livid with him. Either way, he was rather satisfied with himself.

Now that he thought about it, there had been a large amount of cars where they had parked. There was no way it was just Lucien and Jeremiah lived here. Was this a gang house? His gang had one as well, though it most definitely didn't look like this. Shentou's gang house was more like a run-down old millhouse of some sort that they converted themselves. He was pretty sure that thing was ready to be condemned. This house was more like the fucking Ritz Carlton. He looked just around the entrance to the house and couldn't believe what he was seeing. He bit his lip lightly, this posed a bit of a problem...

Oliver looked over to Jeremiah and eyed him one more time before feeling his crotch screaming at him to just dare and say a tour. He really should get one, he needed to know at least some of the layout of this massive place before reporting to his boss. But what was saying he couldn't just get it later. "Well, let's put it this way unless you plan on fucking me on this tour...I'd take me to your bedroom. I'm only going to be so patient," he said, "or do you need me to attempt to pick your pocket again?" he asked, leaning into Jeremiah a little bit and playing with the buttons on his shirt.
 
When Oliver and if he loved here alone he just laughed. "Of course not. I have roommates." Though he didn't give a count, he didn't need the Shentou gang knowing how many were in the pack. Though hearing Oliver call Lucien honey was the best thing to happen all night! He started laughing, watching his alpha pause, flip them both off then disappear from sight.

Lucien was impressed by the kids guts. After everything he had seen, he had called Lucien honey. It was impressive. He might have to steak him from Jeremiah later. Or perhaps join them. It wouldn't be that unheard of.

"Alright, I'll give you the mini tour, the one that leads from here to my bedroom." He said and wrapped his arm around Oliver's waist and leading him to the left. The first thing they passed to their left was a dining room. "This is the first dining room." Jeremiah explained. It wasn't large enough for the entire pack, only about half of them. Thankfully there was a second dining room across the hall. Though it was rare that the entire pack dinned together, it was possible. Directly across the hall from this dining room was a pair of double doors. "Through there is the second dining room. It leads out into the back yard." He didn't want to show the other what was in the back yet, he'd get a good view of that from Jeremiah's room and he wanted him surprised so he didn't open the doors. Instead he lead them further down the hall into the kitchen and breakfast nook. This was the first time they spotted one of Jeremiah's aforementioned 'roommates'. The smaller dining table actually had a group of three playing some sort of card game. Two men and a woman who all looked up at the sound of voices.

"Here is the kitchen, well one of them. That there is Anna, James and Henry." He pointed to the three wolves that were eying Oliver like he was a piece of meat. "Oliver here is my guest." He said pointedly and the three wolves all greeted him politely then returned to their game.

"That leads us to my room." Oliver said, laying the other into a surprisingly spacious bedroom. If this was the smallest bedroom in the house, how big were all the others? Well Lucien's master bedroom put Jeremiah's room to shame. The sitting room in his room was bigger than Jeremiah's room. Through the large bay windows was a cute of the backyard, complete with a balcony overlooking the pool and outdoor bar. Then the window on the side wall looked out onto the side of the house with a half size basketball court.

There were three more pack members enjoying the pool - two were in wolf form passing through the water - while a half dozen were playing basketball. This was the other reason Jeremiah looked this room. He had a good view of most the grounds and knew what the rest of the pack were up to. He gave Oliver a moment to take everything in then he closed the curtains. "And here... Is my bed." He motioned to the bed with a smile.
 
He smirked, even more, when he saw the other flipping him off and turned his attention to the idea of a mini-tour. He was okay with that, it ended in the bedroom and surely it wouldn't be that long of a tour, right? He was pretty sure Jeremiah wanted to start this as much as he did. As the man wrapped an arm around his waist he couldn't help but place his hand in Jeremiah's back pocket again, though he didn't grope him this time. He nearly choked when he heard that the first place they saw was the first dining room. He stayed quiet though and just made note of how many chairs there were in the dining room. Though he had to admit he was probably going to be making bare minimum observations until he could get a full tour. The moved further into the house and he was presented with a kitchen and a rather pleasant breakfast nook with a few roommates. The way they looked him had him given an awkward smile, "Hello," he said, giving a small wave and was rather glad as he was lead out of that room and into Jeremiah's room.

Oliver's eyes went wide when he saw the room. He was pretty sure this room alone was at last half the size of his apartment. He licked his lips and was shown a window that showed a few dogs enjoying the pool. He had to smile, he was pretty sure that neither of those had been a dog he had already seen. This gang sure liked dogs. He then looked out the other window and saw another group of people playing basketball. So far he had very quickly counted up 12 people and 5 dogs in total. He hummed, that wasn't so bad. He was thinking about what he would tell the boss when the curtains were closed and he was distracted by the bed in the room. "Well, Jeremiah," he said, slowly moving over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. "It seems we've reached the end of your mini-tour. I'm curious to see how enjoyable the ending is going to be," he said, smirking. "I do have to admit, I'm already rather impressed with the start. Your business must be doing very well," he said, his hands moving so that they found the hem of the dress and slowly started to inch it up his leg. "You've proven to be rather alert as well," he thought of how alert and couldn't help but get up again and move to Jeremiah. He pressed up against him, his hands wrapping around his waist and slipping into his back pockets. He gave and all-knowing mischievous smile and squeezed.

Had he known how much he was playing with fire he might have hesitated before tempting the man in such a way but he couldn't help it. That forcefulness had really turned him on and he wanted to see a bit more of it. Plus, he was the type to exploit what he found fun in a person. In the end, he would get what he wanted, he was rather persistent that way and was very willing to do whatever to get what he wanted.
 
Jeremiah stood by the window watching as Oliver slowly started to lift his skirt in the most teasing fashion possible. It was strangely arousing to watch. His instincts told him that seeing a skirt lifted like that should reveal a smooth crotch with warm pink folds but he knew that's not what was going to be beneath it and so it caused a strange combination of feelings. Excitement. Lust. Amusement. Anticipation.

Just as it was about to get really good Oliver suddenly stood up and started to walk towards him. He could hear his own heartbeat thumping in his ears as he hungrily watched Oliver step by step. When the youth was close enough to smell (at least in normal human senses) he could feel the hair on his arms standing on end. Oliver's touch was electric, sending waves of arousal throughout his being. Then his hands wound around him and into his pants pockets again. His pupils were dilated and golden flecks began to appear in the darkness of his irises. Oliver squeezed.

A growl, deeper than a human ought to be able to produce, one that seemed the reverberate through all of Jeremiah's chest not just from his throat, came from the wolf and he pounced. Without really thinking, he picked up Oliver and carried him to the bed, practically tackling him onto the soft furniture before lifting the skirt and forcefully removing the underwear. While his left hand were busy undressing the human, his right wrapped tightly around him as he brought his mouth the his neck. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh there. Years of living among - and occasionally mating with - humans tempered his natural desire to pierce the flesh, like he would do to a wolf mate, and although it was hard enough it would surely leave a mark, he did not break skin. Already panting, more from anticipation than exertion, he released Oliver and reached down with both hands, practically ripped his own pants off in his hast. As an after thought he also pulled off his shirt, revealing what Oliver had already felt beneath.

Jeremiah's brain was fighting for control as his animal instinct drove him onward. It was like an intoxicating drug. He didn't wait to see if the other male was ready, he lifted his legs and pressed his throbbing meat against the man's tight hole. Then he thrust.
 
Oliver took notice of the golden flecks but was pretty sure it was just the lust that was very quickly filling the room that was causing him to see things. Then he heard that growl, but most importantly he felt the growl. He looked down at the chest he was pressed against and tilted his head, not having time to think about how strange it was as he was picked up and tackled to the bed. He found himself laughing as his underwear was removed, though his laugh quickly turned into a loud moan at the bite to his neck. It hurt a bit, but the rush of arousal quickly turned it to pleasure. "Fuck," he moaned, his hands gripping to Jeremiah. His cock had finally been freed from its prison and it was made clear that he had been very turned on from before. His hips ground into the air, only to feel Jeremiah leave the closeness they had had not seconds ago.

He watched Jeremiah pull off his pants with a hunger that was almost rivaling Jeremiah's. His eyes quickly went up to the movement of the shirt being taken off and he licked his lips. God, had he been given a great job this time. His eyes wandered down Jeremiah's torso and down to the stomach and then even further down. He sat up a bit on his lower arms, enjoying the view until he was grabbed and his legs were lifted. He gasped, taken a little bit by surprise. He laid himself back and groaned at the thrust, his back arching to accept the familiar and yet foreignness of what was pressed inside of him. His hands gripped at the sheets underneath him.

His breathing was shallow as he looked back up to Jeremiah. Oliver moved though, pressing the cock further inside of him, arching his back a little more as he moaned out at the pleasure that was quickly taking over his body. He slowly moved his hands so they could caress his own body, one hand playing with his chest through the dress, the other creeping down to his stomach than further to his begging organ. He just barely touched himself and felt his hips jerk. He wanted Jeremiah, a lot and now that he had them he was damn well sure going to make certain that they were both about the enjoy the experience ahead of them.
 
Standing at the edge of the bed, he saw as well as felt every moment Oliver made and knew the other was just as eager as he was. He roughly pulled the male closer to the edge of the bed, giving himself a better angle to drive himself balls deep into the tight hole that seemed to be inviting him.

Those hands on the dainty little body was driving his lust higher - if that was possible at this point - and he wrapped his arms around Oliver, lifting him up off the bed while thrusting, somehow pushing even further into the tight hole. With Oliver upright like this Jeremiah's hands were able to watch around to the back and he unzipped the dress before pulling it up and off.

With both of them now naked, Jeremiah slammed both of them back onto the bed. This time he pinned the smaller frame beneath him while he thrust his hips firmly in and out. His head dipped down and he locked lips with Oliver, tasting him for the second time even as he fucked him.
 
Oliver gasped once again, only to have it turn into a moan as he was pressed into further. He was used to the rough handling, but that didn't mean the quick movements didn't surprise him. He enjoyed how the other seemed to want nothing more than to be inside him as much as possible. Soon he was lifted off the bed, which caused his eyes to widen for the third time that night. Jeremiah was just full of surprises and Oliver craved every bit of it. He let out an undignified groan as Jeremiah was pressed even deeper into him. As much as Oliver was clinging to Jeremiah so as not to fall, he did his best to help the man pull his dress off.

He met each thrust with one of his own, moaning quietly before he was kissed. His hands reached around, forgetting that he was playing with himself and wrapped themselves behind Jeremiah's back and head. Oliver kissed back, groaning into the kiss as they screwed around. He broke the kiss only when he felt the need to breathe before moving to kiss at Jeremiah's jawline, quickly making his way to the man's neck and biting down as well. As much as he loved to be bit, he also loved to bite. His lovers could attest to how many love bites they had by the end of the night. He groaned into Jeremiah's neck, before licking at the spot he had bitten. He pulled back to admire his work before doing the same to Jeremiah's shoulder.
 
Olive seemed to be reading his body perfectly. Each time he thrust, the man moved perfectly to match him. It felt so good to be thrusting so deeply into the other, feeling his muscles clench tight around him. Then he felt his first bite. It was a strangely aggressive move from the human. He had never been placid but feeling him actually bite was a whole new high. Leaning down, he returned to he favor, biting down hard on the smooth skin and longing to tear the flesh open and taste the blood. If he did that however, he would have to kill the youth, either that or he'd turn and Jeremiah wasn't sure he wanted to make another wolf right now.

Growling came from him again, just as deep as before, causing his chest to vibrate. His brain sparked to life and his hand reached down and began to stroke the hard piece of meat between him and Oliver. His hand moved in time with his thrusting and he slowed both in order to enjoy the ride.
 
Oliver groaned at the bite he received in return and leaned up towards Jeremiah's ear, nibbling on the earlobe. "I see you like biting just as much as I do," he whispered, moving to kiss along the jawline again, before reaching Jeremiah's lip and nibbling on that before kissing him. His kiss was just as hungry but not as passionate, though only by a little. He once again was surprised by feeling the growling in the man's chest. He pulled back from the kiss and let his hands run down Jeremiah's chest, feeling the vibration. It was such a different experience, though he found he actually kind of liked it. It felt possessive.

He moaned as he felt the hand on his rather neglected member. The other had slowed down and it seemed to only drag out the pleasure. Oliver was enjoying it, but it felt different from what he was used to. Jeremiah was clearly wanting to have this last for a bit. He was used to the exact opposite. He found he was much preferring how Jeremiah was with him. Oliver's hands continued to roam along Jeremiah's body as his lips followed to what they could reach before making their way back to Jeremiah's shoulders and neck. He would nip and bite along the way, leaving as many marks as he could on Jeremiah's body. "Fuck," he murmured against the skin as one of the thrusts had hit that wonderful place inside of him. His body clenched trying to keep Jeremiah there, but at the same time, Jeremiah would need to move if he wanted to feel that feeling again.
 
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