An Unexpected Guest
1247 Words
Michael didn't recognize the trace and couldn't put the scent to a face in in his head.
It was totally new.
Yet...
The scent was getting stronger as Michael moved closer to the door of his flat.
Michael’s senses were instantly alert and he moved even closer, almost touching the metal grid protecting his front door.
In neighbourhoods like that one a metal door wasn’t enough to save you from thieves, but there also wasn't anything much to steal.
Another thing was Michael could rip them all apart if he decided.
Michael listened and heard rustling from the inside.
The only person who knew where Mike lived was Flynn.
And the man inside was definitely not Flynn.
Michael's hand was on his gun in an instant, and although he wouldn't need it, it was a gesture, a kind of human reaction he'd trained himself into when he had become a secret agent.
It was mostly for the sake of people - doing human things the way they would.
Michael could hear the other person's breath from the other side of the door and he pressed the handle of his apartment's door.
It wasn't locked.
He knew exactly where the stranger was and as he got in, he grabbed for the guy immediately.
He pressed himself
towards the intruder's chest, and although Michael could rip the guy apart in an instant, the stranger didn’t fight back.
"Yo, man." The guy said in the dark. "Drop the big bad wolf act, will you?"
He sounded somehow amused and Michael relaxed his hold from around the collar he was clenching.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Drop the gun too, maybe?"
"I asked… Who. Are. You."
"And why do you carry so much armour, what the heck?” the guy asked in the darkness, his voice still somehow light and amused. Michael could see the unfamiliar figure very well in the dark and the way the stranger’s eyes were roaming his body. In the end, the guy said
“ Did you go to those fancy meetings tonight, or to the battlefield?"
Instead of replying, Michael pressed his hand towards the guy's mouth.
"Damn, you really talk too much."
The guy stiffened, surprised, but it only lasted for a heartbeat.
The stranger opened his mouth despite the pressure and the next thing Michael felt was the wet tongue sliding down the inside of his palm. Michael slammed the stranger harder against the wall.
"Do it again and I'll blow your brains out."
The man shivered, although Michael could tell that wasn't out of fear.
He relaxed his hold slightly. The guy shifted and said in a voice, that very much imitated - deliberately - a purr.
"Oh, you do like some power play, don't you, big boy."
The stranger wriggled, moving closer.
Michael paused.
"Look, you either tell me who sent you, or I'll snap your neck before you get the chance to inhale."
"You obviously already know that I'm like you, so why don't you turn the lights on and say a normal Hi."
"You're the one sneaking in."
“I wasn’t sneaking in! “
Michael pressed the guy closer to the wall again and loomed over.
"Start speaking before…"
"Okay, fine. Fine. Jesus. Lights first?... Please?"
Michael let go of him with a grunt and walked over to the switch.
"You clearly don't shift at night either, but I at least see everything."
Michael spoke without turning and heard the young man walk over to the door to close it.
"Nah, I mean I see, but I'm new to this transformation thing. and I see okay in the dark, but it’s still weird somehow, you know. You transform only when you want to?"
“Yeah?”
“Woah! " the guy exclaimed, "Seriously? I still can’t, it happens at random, sometimes.”
"Yeah, I can tell. You can't even hide your tracks," Michael muttered, his anger subduing. "I sensed you from downstairs, way before I normally would if you concealed your tracks better."
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes. “
"I bet you can teach me a thing or two, then."
Michael snorted at the guy’s words. The stranger really did talk way too much.
Mike turned towards the werewolf and gave him a more serious look.
The wolf wasn’t much younger than what Michael had initially thought. The guy was perhaps around twenty-two or three, slim and blond. Michael could see the tattoos peeking from above the rim of his band t-shirt.
He had a piercing on his nose and Michael wondered whether that was some new trend. He didn’t know many guys who had their noses pierced, although he’d pretty much seen all other parts of guys and women and overall everything else being decorated.
The bright blue eyes were very hard to miss, though.
And even though the colour was somewhat similar to the one Killian's eyes had, the two of them were completely different.
If Killian's cold eyes could freeze someone to death, or five minutes in his presence could inspire the wish in people to jump off a cliff voluntarily, the wolf standing opposite him looked…somehow cute.
Cute.
He repeated in his mind.
Michael shook his head. The guy really was handsome, and it was in the sweet way blond guys were attractive. The type of guys Michael usually went with.
Submissive.
This is how the guy looked and that was another thing that made him the polar opposite of Killian. He was much shorter than Killian and definitely smaller than Michael.
Michael propped himself against the kitchen sink and crossed his arms at his chest.
"I'm listening."
The guy made a show of tracing his eyes over Michael's biceps, then he spun on his heels and began opening the cupboards one by one.
"What are you doing?"...
" Do you have something to eat? "
The question caught Mike off guard.
“To eat?”
“Yes, like food, you know?”
The guy asked, grinning and fishing out a candy bar from the top drawer.
“Do you sometimes eat, or you only beat guys?”
The stranger asked, still opening and closing the drawers.
"I know they hired you because you're super big, but I also heard you go too far sometimes. "
Apparently the stranger knew about him and the gang.
Michael grabbed him by the wrist.
"It wasn't because of that. And stop turning everything into a mess. "
“You don’t eat?”
“No, I’ll kick your skinny ass if you don’t tell me who sent you and why you are here?”
"But can I have this?"
The smaller wolf pointed the bright red candy bar in his hand.
Michael exhaled slowly and made himself count to ten.
"It's from the previous tenants maybe and it's probably expired."
The guy's wide blue eyes shot to his, and the mischievous glint from a few seconds ago was back there.
" Damn...Are you always so dominant and rude… Michael?"
"
Michael made a threatening step but the guy only looked up and smiled.
"Who. Are. You?"
He growled very low in his throat and the grin on the blonde's face widened.
"I'm Jesse."
A wider smile reached the blue eyes.
"I work for Richard. I'm the gang's werewolf."
Michael frowned and he realized his hold around the guy’s wrist had relaxed.
"Why? "
Jesse tilted his head, "
Did you think you were the only werewolf in the group?"
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