[For Sam] Urban Fantasy AU

[lonered]

Keith can't get the image out of his mind -- the tall, striking man with the strangely two-colored hair and the eyes the clear and endless gray of the sky after a storm, caught in the light of the full moon, like the entire world is about to glow with it. It's almost a memory, he thinks, and that's why he can't let it go. He's never had a memory of his lost time before.

It doesn't make any sense. Why this man? He's seen him before, of course, around town. He's rather hard to forget. But this is something more than that, something more than a strange and inconsequential dream cobbled together from pieces of his subconscious and an attractive stranger. It has to be more. Whenever he dreams, after all, he only dreams of running, of the night air and the scent of the woods and the moonlight spilling over the world.

It's the first lead that he's had, and it's in this strange town that he can't seem to make himself leave. Keith doesn't know exactly how he's going to find this man, and the only plan he has is to keep an eye out. But life and luck are kind today, and in the coffee shop, just as he turns from paying for his caffeine, he finds himself staring at the man walking through the front door.

Violet eyes snap wide, and for a long moment Keith can't do much else but stare. He's still staring when the barista is calling his name with his drink. He turns to gather up his coffee, holding the cup and going back to staring at this man, as if he's trying to decide how to best approach him that won't immediately chase him off. 'I had a dream about you and the moon.' would probably make him sound crazy.

But he has to say something. He needs to put answers to this. The fugues, the lost time with no memories, waking up in places he doesn't expect, or waking in his bed somehow more exhausted than when he went to sleep, it's been growing worse lately. He needs answers before it drives him crazy.

So for now he just stares.

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[lonered]

Something in Keith eases when Shiro leans into him in return, relief in a way, because it does feel right. It's warmer even than the fire roaring away in front of them.

He holds onto his bowl, releasing Shiro's bowl as their fingers touch. His gaze rises to roam over Shiro's face, taking in his features in the firelight. He's beautiful, the strong line of his jaw and the depthless gray of his eyes.

An answering smile surfaces on Keith's face as he shakes his nods, barely a movement at all, "We found each other."

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“That we did.” Shiro says and takes his spoon in hand. It is a really simple stew but it fills the need to eat. The protein and nutrients work their way through his system just as well as they had in the past.

It had kept him going as he cane toward the city. Now as he looks at Keith, they’ll give him the energy for whatever he and Keith decide to do next. He is looking forward to it more than he probably should.

Shiro thinks it over and says, “The only thing I know about mates is what Coran told us. I have no idea what else it entails. ...but I feel a tie to you that isn’t a pack bond. It’s just us. It seems whole but not yet sealed.”

What it takes to seal it he has no idea. Coran naturally would know but he doesn’t want to ask. They’re werewolves. They’ll figure it out by instinct.

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"Same here." Coran's explanation is the first he'd heard most of the things Coran talked about. But beyond that, he can feel that tie between them too, whole and strong, but Shiro is right. It isn't sealed yet.

His wolf seems to have ideas about it though, and provides a very clear picture of sinking his teeth into Shiro's neck, leaving a mark for the rest of the world to see, of the two of them moving together as one.

The thoughts have him blushing and he turns his gaze back towards the fire. "I can feel it too." He's smiling, glancing at Shiro out the corner of his eye as he starts in on his stew.

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Through the bond between them Shiro picks up on fragmented images that are suggestive enough he stops his spoon mid-way to his mouth. He lowers it back to his bowl as his own wolf clarifies what that has been about, showing him what both wolves think will seal the bond.

He takes a deep breath and goes back to eating. “I think our wolves have a...few ideas.” He had mildly suspected it. It’s how mates are determined in the wild but.

It feels right and he wouldn’t mind letting himself be that vulnerable if it was Keith. He flushes and pauses eating yet again, looking for the words. But it seems the words are as easy as. “If it’s you, I’m okay with it.” Only Keith is allowed this much.

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"Yeah. They... really seem to." Keith agrees sheepishly, but he doesn't think that their wolf halves are wrong about this either. The flush on Shiro's face is perhaps the most endearing thing that he's ever seen, and he's struck again with just how beautiful the other man is.

He's not expecting the words that Shiro says next, and the surprise shows on his face, but so does how happy he is to hear it. "Me too. If it's you." And only if it's Shiro. He scoots a little closer before he adds, "But only when you're ready," he promises.

A quiet moment and he adds, "You're worth waiting for." However long that may be, even if all of Keith's heart is made up and ready to be Shiro's, heart and body and soul.

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There’s a moment where he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t expect this. Keith is willing to wait until he is ready. He leans into him, breathing in his scent.

He burns for this man. Shiro says, “Keith. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life more than you. I’m ready whenever you are.”

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Shiro leans close and Keith's wolf preens in approval at the proximity. He leans closer himself, up to press a kiss to his cheek. It's an impulsive little incidental display of affection, the sort of thing that Keith has never in his life done.

"I want you too. So much."

More than he has ever wanted anyone, ever even conceived of wanting someone else. He's more than ready too.

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Shiro sets his empty bowl on the ground and takes Keith's from him, setting it beside his. The air in the cave feels changed and every breath he takes feels too hot. Anticipation hits his system like a spark to a match as their mutual desires flows through the bond between them. "Then why not now?"

He leans in and kisses him properly, sighing at the first taste of him on his lips. It feels like they were made for one another. The pack, all of his life fades away until all is left is the man in front of him.

He brushes dark hair away from Keith's face and marvels at how soft it is. He hadn't expected that. There's so much he hasn't expected of today. "I want you inside me." He breathes as they part for air.

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Keith barely notices the bowl being taken away, but once his hands are free, he reaches for Shiro eagerly, like he's been using all his restraint to keep his hands off the other man. And maybe he has been. Why not now? Shiro says and Keith smiles in that fraction of a second before their lips meet and he's swept up in kissing Shiro like a starving man finally bein given sustenance.

He can't stop the low, pleased near growl of sound that catches in his throat. "Oh I want that too." God he wants it too, and he leans in closer, kissing Shiro's lips once more before his kisses his way down along his jaw, down to his throat, his neck, teeth and lips exploring every inch of that warm skin.

"Mine," he purrs to him, and then, thoughtful. "Do we have anything?" Because when Keith packed for their overnight, he was not quite prescient enough to pack for sex.

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“Gl- ah, we’re on the same page.” He tips his head back trusting Keith to read it as he intended it, asking for more. A fire is building in his belly and spreading through him and he welcomes it. Keith’s lips and teeth leave tingles in their wake.

He already feels light headed but he only needs a split second to consider if they do have what they need. “Yeah, I have lotion in my pack and a condom in my wallet. It was always a just in case thing.”

He had never expected anything of anyone, he just kept it in case he lost his head with someone and they were far from his bedroom. Shiro laughs a little and wraps his arm around Keith’s neck. “Never thought I’d use it.”

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Keith couldn't resist that gesture of trust if he wanted to. And nothing in him wants to resist. He leans closer and he sinks his teeth into Shiro's neck, hard enough to break the skin, to leave a mark. His.

He laves his tongue along the mark he's left before kissing more softly up and along to his jaw. "Good. That's good." Just in case or whatever the reason, Keith is grateful for it. He wants Shiro too much to want to wait.

His fingers find their way to the hemline of Shiro's shirt and urge it up so he can splay a hand against bare skin, and even that simple contact has the fire already scorching his blood burning all the hotter.

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The heat of Keith’s hand burns him. He makes a half human sound and drags the hand up to rest against his side. Shiro reaches for him to pull him close enough the only barrier between them is their clothes.

He bares his teeth that have bled closer to a wolf’s in the span of seconds. “Mine.” He rumbles, his voice deeper with the power of his wolf. Man and wolf claim this man as theirs. He runs his hand up Keith’s back as his voice goes low, “yours.”

He has never given himself so willingly to anyone but it feels right.

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"Yours," Keith agrees, a soft, low promise. "Always, only yours." And Shiro is his, and Keith has never even dared to dream that he'd find someone like this. There's a wild glint in his own eyes as he hears the wolf in Shiro's voice.

He needs him so much it physically hurts.

The clothes between them are too much and Keith starts tugging Shiro's off, trying to coax his arms up. He needs it gone, needs to see Shiro, see all of him, touch all of him.

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His jacket goes somewhere and he doesn’t care where. Shiro raises his arms up and his shirt follows. He shivers as the heat of the fire hits his bare skin. He scoots a little closer to it to chase away the evening chill.

That doesn’t matter half as much as getting Keith naked does. He reaches for him, tugging at his clothes and pulling upwards to get the shirt out of his way. Some part of him is distantly aware of how desperate he feels. It’s like a switch got flipped somewhere inside him. “Keith, I need you.” He almost whines.

He can be embarrassed about that later.

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Keith is all too happy to shed his own shirt as well. The chill of the night sends a shiver racing over his skin, invigorating more than anything else, though it also has him moving that much closer to Shiro, into his space. He can't keep his hands to himself, can't pull away from learning Shiro's body, committing it to memory like a map that will lead him home.

"You have me," he breathes, voice low and half growled as his fingers find their way down to Shiro's belt and pants. He is a bit distracted though -- his own doing -- since at the same time he leans in and noses his way under Shiro's jaw, to kiss along his throat, to scrape his teeth at the juncture of his neck and shoulder before biting a bit harder at his shoulder.

His. His mate. His Shiro. He's never wanted anyone like this, this intensely, this desperately.

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His belt hits the ground with a soft clink at the same time Keith is suddenly so close. His hot breath washes over his skin and Shiro digs his fingers into the loops on Keith’s pants. “Mm, I know.”

He abandons words, half growling himself as teeth scrape his skin and his hands tighten their hold on his Keith. His mate. Shiro snarls as teeth sink into his skin and surges forward, responding in kind. He tastes the copper tang of blood and lifts his head to swipe his tongue over the shallow punctures.

“Mine.” He breathes, eyes as blue as deep water. He reaches down to help shove his pants down, trying to be mindful enough not to tear his pants and not quite succeeding.

They had packed for overnight but he doesn’t like to ruin clothes.

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The press of Shiro's teeth into his skin draws a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl from him. There's no going back now, is there? They've both laid their claim, and he has never been happier.

"My mate," he echoes softly, voice a low, rough sound, like the wolf is speaking with him in that moment. And maybe he is.

But then he's moving to help Shiro rid them of the rest of his clothes, shedding his own in a fitful hurry, less concerned with tearing or ruining what he's wearing. Then he's reaching to snag Shiro's things, pushing the bag towards Shiro. "Find what we need?"

And while Shiro does that, Keith will urge his legs apart and kiss slowly down along his inner thigh, down to the base of his length, slow and deliberate, like he's savoring the taste of his skin.

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He has a moment where he isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be doing. Keith’s between his legs and that seems more important than anything else he could be doing. He slips a hand into Keith’s dark hair as he reaches back for his bag.

Shiro pulls it close with a hiss. The zipper snags. He grits his teeth. He can’t rip it. He uses this bag a lot and replacing it would be an expense he doesn’t need. He pushes and the zipper glides smoothly.

He lets out a breath and plunges his hand inside. The bottle of lotion hits the cave floor followed by his wallet. Shiro grins, glowing with triumph and tightens his hand in Keith’s hair. “I got it.”

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The distraction may be rather purposeful. Keith can't quite help himself. He wonders if Shiro knows how beautiful he is, has any idea at all. He's also enjoying watching Shiro struggle a little with the bag. Good. He lifts his head, more or less right into that hand in his hair, to smile up at him -- how could he not smile when Shiro grins like that, looks like that. "Mmm... good. Thank you."

He reaches out for the lotion first, uncapping it and pouring enough over his fingers, taking a moment to rub it between his fingers, warming it just slightly. "Tell me if anything's not good..." he murmurs lowly as he reaches down to tease at his entrance. Then ever so slowly he presses one inside, choosing that moment to drag his tongue up along the underside of Shiro's length, just as slow, just as deliberate, up until he can wrap his lips around him properly.

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The back of his head thumps against the cave floor as he arches his back off the floor, hips jerking in an aborted roll of his hips as he catches himself. "Ah- I will," There's no way anything Keith is doing won't feel good. His mouth works but no sound comes out as Keith's lips wrap around him. The sound of his claws on the floor is a counterpoint to roar of his own blood in his ears.

"More, please Keith." One finger just isn't enough to stave off the need singing in his veins. He doesn't bother with hiding the needy whine in his voice. He gave his trust to Keith and it feels like he can just be for the first time in so long.

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Keith peeks up at Shiro with eyes that have gone a near luminous violet, the eyes of the wolf he's only recently realized that he really is. He wants this man too much, beyond any words that he could string together at the best of times.

He's all too eager to oblige Shiro's request, a second finger buried inside him, twisting and spreading him apart and oh god he's actually going to be inside him, and the throb of arousal that runs through him has him muffling a soft groan around Shiro, still languidly teasing at his arousal with his tongue as he takes him further in.

Slowly he draws off. "Good?" He murmurs softly, looking up at him almost hopefully.

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“Yes,” He answers him immediately, picking up on the thought as soon as it forms. He mourns the loss of attention but Keith has two fingers inside him, working him open and the promise of more is in his eyes. How could he ever complain?

Shiro tugs at Keith’s hair and allows himself to rock into the fingers fucking into him. He rides them, getting used to the feeling after many years without a man in his bed. Arousal shoots through him like a blast wave and he lets it engulf him.

His wolf is right this will kick open the doors and seal the connection between them. With the moon as their witness, they will be bound together. He shivers, desire fed into an inferno as he looks into Keith’s violet eyes. His own shine in the firelight sometimes grey, sometimes so blue they look carved from the eternal ice in the arctic.

Finally wolf and man are a duet instead of at war.

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Keith watches, rapt, eyes fixed on Shiro, taking in every reaction, the way his body moves, into his touch, the way those lips form that simple, solitary syllable. He's too much,a nd Keith is half certain he could come just from watching Shiro unravel, taking him apart in the best way he possibly knows how.

But no, he needs to be inside him, to be that close, connected that intimately. His wolf knows it just as well, that this is what they need to consummate this pull between them.

He smiles at him, the affection soaked through the expression a soft contrast to the desire that burns in his own eyes. A third finger, and he's reaching for the lotion once more with his free hand. "Ready?" He murmurs softly, withdrawing entirely a moment later. A moment is spared to prepare himself before he's shifting in closer, one hand running up Shiro's thigh, catching under his knee to urge his leg up, back. His gaze lifts to seek out the other man's eyes, waiting for a confirmation before he finally -- god, finally -- begins to press inside him.

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He bites back a protest at the sudden emptiness and digs his fingers into the cave floor. He can allow himself to be vulnerable but neediness only goes so far. His attention is taken from admonishing himself to Keith preparing himself.

He has a wild thought of putting wrapping his hand around him and slicking him up himself. But Keith is quick and has his leg. Shiro swallows as his heart flutters like a small bird. He allows his leg to be pressed back and reaches up to grip at Keith, mindful of his claws.

Grey eyes meet violet and he smiles beautifully just for Keith. This is the man tied to him. His soulmate he probably would have found anyway. Some way. “Yeah. I’m ready.” As Keith begins to press inside he doesn’t look away.

Let Keith see how much he wants and needs this.

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Keith holds Shiro's gaze as well, couldn't tear his eyes away if he wanted to. He does not want to, not even a little. What he does want is to fall into that gaze. He braces his arm against the ground to one side of Shiro, bearing over him as he slowly presses inside, trying so hard to cling to what remains of his self control, to the desire that has grown so overwhelming that it's shattering all thoughts of anything but Shiro. His Shiro. His mate.

He's very nearly trembling when he finally sinks the last inch inside him, back arching towards that grip. Let the claws come out. He wants it, wants everything.

Shiro smiles at him like that though and something softer in Keith shatters. He loves him, this beautiful man, and he will fight the world if it means protecting that smile. And somehow he knows he'll have Shiro right at his side through all of it.

"You're..." he tries to find words and fails at first before managing, "...so beautiful. Do you know?"

He doesn't give him much chance to answer, leaning in to claim those lips with his own again and again and again.