I listened to Sam Smith's album while writing this chapter. You should check it out! Colton bbe as Steven except picture him taller and buffer XD
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I wasn't allowed back into Brutus' area of the lab.
Apparently, he had grown 'attached' to my presence and I was disrupting thier testing period or some irrelevant shit. I've been dreaming of Brutus' breath on my neck for the past five days. His hands grazing my abdomen, leading up to my face where his intense green eyes gazed into mine with a heat I didn't understand. Even though I was shy and often kept to myself, I had a curioustiy streak that could rival any cat and I couldn't help myself from sneking into the lab after hours to go visit him.
That's why I was currently busting into the women's restroom window, smashing my head against the garbage can that's oddly placed in the stall. Who even puts tiny garbage cans in a bathroom stall, and why didn't men's bathrooms have them?
Shaking my head to focus my thoughts, I pulled myself to my full height and quietly walked out of the bathroom, immediatly slamming my hands to my ears as ear splitting howls filled the corridor leading towards Brutus' ward. Checking for cameras and oddly finding none, I stealthy walked down the hallway towards the door that lead into the lab area for Brutus.
The howls stop as soon as I open the door to the pitch black room. I flicked the lights back on, trying to get my eyes to adjust quickly to the burst of light. I itched my eyes carefully, hating the contacts my mother encouraged me to wear. I felt eyes on me and snapped my head towards Brutus' confinement. It was pitch black and eerie looking. Did I really make the right descision by coming here alone?
The only downfall to our beautiful science building, was that the actual switch to turn the lights on from outside of the glass confinement was on the control board, which was currently powered down and had to stay powered down if I wanted to go undetected. So now I had to open a hatch of glass and turn the switch on by shoving my hand into an unknown hole, with a full grown werewolf, in the dark. I may be smart but I'm probably the dumbest person ever to even actually be considering doing this. I don't need to see him, right?
I put my thick fingers on the hatch lock and twisted it, the lock clicking couldn't have been louder, and I felt as though it echoed through the whole room. Slowly sticking my hand in, I inhaled sharply when my hand immediately hit a hard chest. I kept my trembling hand there, as I felt sparks shoot through my arm and revealed in Brutus' deep groan as if he felt the same sparks too. I pulled my arm off his chest, hating not being able to see him. Turing the switch on, he quickly grabbed my wrist, yanking my body into the glass, making me groan in pain this time.
"Mate", he growled loudly, making me cringe in fear. As if smelling how afraid I was he let the tight grip slack slightly, but still pulled my body into the confinement as much as it would fit.
"Brutus-," he purred lightly at me mentioning his name, "let me get a chair and then I can hold your hand." I told him soothingly as I gently pulled my limb away from his grasp. I would've gone into the confinement, but that would've caused the whole system to boot up, something that wasn't needed. He growled the whole time I wasn't touching him. Sitting in the chair I pulled over, he grasped my hand, rubbing with both hands up and down my arm as he sat on top of a chair his own.
I stared at his beautiful face, not believing this mythical creature took such a liking to me. I was snapped out of my staring when I felt his tongue lick my palm.
"Hey what are you doing?" I asked, watching as his head snapped up at me.
"Stavan?" He asked with a questioning look as he traced the lines on my large, yet still smaller than his, hands.
"Steven, my name's Steven" I corrected with a gentle smile, looking up when he stopped playing with my hand. He tilted his head in a confused look.
"That's what I said?" Brutus had a thick accent. Not where I couldn't understand him, but just enough to make my head swim with foggy lust. Why was I so attracted to this red headed monster? But looking around into his poorly lit, tiny cell, and seeing him snuggle my hand to his face, who's the real monsters here?
"Stavan?" Brutus called to me, snapping me out of my inner turmoil.
"Yes, Brutus?" He squeezed my wrist lightly at the mention of his name. He seemed to like it when I said it. He opened his pink lips to say something but stopped, yanking my body into the glass yet again, growling lowly.
"Stavan, you must hide." He ordered me, a deep snarl in his chest when releasing the words. Straining my ears to hear, quiet mumbles and light foot falls assault my hearing. Gasping lightly, Brutus drips my arm, and darts his eyes to an unused desk in the back of the lab. He turned the lights off and I hatched the glass quickly siding behind the desk as the door cracked open.
"-where in the building, but we are unsure at the moment." My breath caught in my throat when I caught on that they were talking about me. It was the fat security guard that was at the front of the building.
"You must find him before he comes back into contact with the subject. We can not afford for Carl's nephew to engage a physical connection with Brutus or we will be handling a rather vicious creature." The man was the overall director of the laboratory. I could see the two men under the bottom of the old desk walking to the power board. Why they were here after hours was lost to me.
"Sure thing, Aaron-", he started as the director, or Aaron, turned Brutus' lights on, and Brutus' tall, naked form was pressed against the glass trying to listen through the latched hole I just closed, "we'll find the fag in no time. I didn't even know these creatures could be homos?"
A brutally loud growl broke out through the lab as I felt my heart crack at the word fag, and I guess Brutus could see my heartbreak across my face. Even though I was out when I was in school, I was the shy, tall, buff guy and no one messed with me or even called me any derogatory names, so hearing someone say that was a punch to my chest.
The obese (something I wouldn't of pointed out before he called me a fag) security guard shuddered in fright at the growl as Aarons eyes snapped to Brutus' shaking form.
"Why is he reacting like that? We call him fag all the time? Unless..." A look of realization crosses his face as he leans down and quickly whispers something to the guard, making the guard quickly snap to attention and scurry out of the room.
"You may come out now, Steven."
What the actual fuck?!? How did he know I was here?! Aaron's heavy steps started to come towards me right after he switched Brutus' light off, drowning the howling and banging form of Brutus in darkness. Suddenly 8 more guards come into the room, as I crawl out from under the desk, but before I could stand up, one of the guards crunch my hand with her heavy boot, causing me to hiss in pain.
"Welcome, Steven. I see you're feeling the mate bond with the beast." Hysterical whines of distress are heard behind Aaron coming from said 'beast'.
"M-Mate bond?" I question hesitantly.
He chuckles lightly before replying. "Yes, mate bond. These creatures are so heavily burdened with the wolf within, their wolves pick an unsuspecting soul they deem compatibly perfect with their own, and it seems like Brutus' wolf unfortunately choose yours to spend eternity with." Aaron spits the words like acid, making me feel like scum for feeling the attraction to Brutus.
Another one of the guards grab me by the back of my neck, while another one zip ties my wrists. I cringe in pain a how tight he pulls the strong plastic tie.
"Okay guys, rough him up a bit, then throw him in with Brutus for the night. We'll run some fun tests tomorrow." Aaron cackles a really cliché diabolical laugh as he walks out the door, but not before flicking Brutus' lights back on, only to see him with bright yellow wolf eyes and all four extended K-9's.
"Enjoy the show, bitch!" And Aaron walks out with 5 other guards as the remaining 2 beat me up, while the girl holds me up.
I grunt and cry out with every form of abuse I receive, tears of pain leaking out unwillingly. Brutus punched through the latch window, crying himself as he shrieks my name in pain himself. When the guards are done, the female and one of the males carry me to door of the cells as the other male goes over to the latch to tease a snarling Brutus.
The guard gets to close though, and Brutus grabs him as the guard cries out in pain because Brutus' sharp claws slice through his flesh, slamming him against the glass repeatedly making the guard cry out at his no broken nose. But he keeps slamming him against the glass as the guards holding me up snap out of the trance they're in and throw me roughly into Brutus' metal bed, making me cry out when my already swollen eye slams onto the corner of it, making blood drip from the corner.
Brutus drops the now unconscious guard and runs over to me pulling my large form effortlessly into his arms as he begins to lick my blood off my face and lays my beaten body on his hard bed. Laying down next to me he snuggles into my side whispering foreign words of comfort. Running my hands up and down his chest I drift off to sleep with a blush on my cheeks, just now realizing he's still naked.
The last thoughts on my mind are thoughts of fear and lust for tomorrow.
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