Always there

[DarkAurion98]

(Hi there. I'm a friendly seeder looking for a carrier to make a great story!. Sex will come but I would like to have friendship and romance first. This means the rp can be long. I don't blame you if you pass on it.  :-/ . Possible engagment towards the end if you agree. As one last thing, I would really appreciate detailed writing and with that I'm not referring to orthography, just good details to the story :) )

Universe details: Humans and werewolves live in peace. Both species handle the three gender scheme already exposed. Werewolves can turn humans into their species, but that only happens with authrization of the human in question. Omegas can achieve pregnancy only with alphas. No matter which species you analyze, babies tend to be referred to as pups.

Biology: Alphas are usually tall and strong, but not necessarily muscular. Their increased sexual desire evolved for mating with an omega is called "rut". Most omegas are slim, with average height, capable of producing natural slick for lubrication during "heats".

Characters:

Name: Gerard
Species: Werewolf
Second gender: Alpha
Age: 24
Height: 5'9''
Characteristics: Curly chesnut hair, controled stubble, tanned skin, green eyes and bulky frame but without too many muscles.
Extra: Strong but relaxing alpha musk. Not seductive, just calming.

Name: ?
Species. Human or werewolf
Second gender: omega
Age: (as you prefer but I'd prefer less than 24)
Height: ?
Characteristics: (Your decision as long as it resembles a passive male. Passive doesn't mean weak of course.)

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This story takes place in a world with alpha/beta/omega dynamics. Alphas are born to dominate, lead and protect, being kind with the other two genders most of the time. Betas are the image of balance, support and logic. This last one due to their more stable biology. Omegas are normally healers, signs of safety, love, peace and life. They tend to be praised by the other two genders, sometimes being uncapable of showing their full potential. How can you achieve that when society is always solving everything for you?

A young male of this last gender is determined to answer that question. He traveled to San Francisco, looking for a job in a small graphic design company. No pups in mind, no big alpha on his agenda. Just a relaxed life on a city with no bounds. Will his plans divert when he meets his fellow partner?

[Seedful]

ABO always intrigued me but the whole 'natural lubrication' thing grosses me out. The ass should not be producing slimy substances!

[DarkAurion98]

Sorry mate. If you don't like it then just don't post and leave some else to take place.

[Klayko]

Name: Larry
Species: Human
Second gender: Omega (eventually)
Age: 22
Height: 5'7''
Characteristics: A bit tall, but with some muscle, particularly in the upper region of his body. The rest is a bit slim, but toned. Natural Olive skin tone with a hint of a tan to it. Brown flowing hair that's a bit curly, but also straight, usually kept behind a beanie. His facial hair is predominant on his upper lip, upkept. There's a patch under his lower lip. The rest connects around his chin and jawline, but kept to a trimmed maintenance. His eyes are a soft brown.


He was still attending UCLA when the opportunity hit. The male was signed on as an intern for a small graphic design group that sought to make video games for hand held systems. He was an artist learning a particular style and when they came to the campus to look for help, he was one of the few they had a particular interest in. He had a partner, so he was told, that he would be meeting at the office today. If it didn't pay off, he at least had a huge way to increase his portfolio for another job. He climbed out his car, rolling up a few posters in a cylinder container and placing his laptop inside of his messenger bag. He examined his hair a bit and pulled it back, sticking a beanie over it to help him keep some kind of a casual look with the beige vest he wore and the blue pinstripe dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. They said it was casual and he at least attempted to be business casual. He opened the red door on the backside of the building, making his way towards the studio.

"Morning everyone" he announced when coming in among the group of designers.

[DarkAurion98]

The alpha woke up late, as usual, frantically looking for any available clothes on the floor of his decayed apartment. An empty fridge shined only by water and leftovers, along scratched paint on the walls and lack of furniture. Gerard's progress at the UCSF was someway remarkable, but after graduation, he couldn't find himself working on a software development company, waisting his time on data analysis. Instead he survived with call centers, as dull as it sounds, waiting for the right opportunity. After all, a city like San Francisco, neighboor of Sillicon Valley should have something better to offer right?.
Before a "no" was the answer to his thoughts, he recieved a call two weeks ago from Vicky, his partner on crime back from High School. A red haired alpha just like him, who was now convincing the werewolf no to go back to Arizona.

-Ok lazy wolf. I think there won't be more trashy work for ya-
-Yeah? How so?- Answered Gerard, drowning his thoughts on a bar.
-Have you heard of Redspot games? Of course you don't, why do I ask?- She chuckled
-Straight to the point V- Demanded the male, making a frown the girl can't see.
- Anyway, these guys are new on the market but already tested sick prototypes. They are short on staff though. Heard their head designer is looking for an interface specialist. Cheap one, so....-
-So?-
-I gave them your info G, they want you. Ha, they don't even thought twice-
-Really? God, that's why I love you V, thanks a lot. Owe you one- He stood up, paying his beer.
-Yeah, yeah, you will-

Vicky gave him the date and place. Still 15 days later, here you have a big guy blaiming his phone alarm, washing his face quickly before putting on black jeans, wore off sneakers and a lumberjack styled shirt. God, he hated to look like that, stereotyped alpha, but after a family reunion on San Diego, it was all he had clean.

Hope this job put me back on track. He murmured for himself, starting up a second-hand Supra.

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He arrives to the studio, crossing fingers so people won't smell his strong musk. Needed that shower. He blaimed himself. Want to know another bad thing about the alpha-werewolf-thing? Almost dropping his laptop and bag, dumb smile on his lips as between the greeting of his partners, he sees him. A brown haired guy, clearly well dressed for the ocassion, with a weak but lingering scent which slaps his sensitive nostrils.

After the introductions and instructions of the recruiters, he finally offers his hand. Hi there, guess we are working together. Name's Gerard.
He smiled, trying to figure out how after so many years, his inner wolf is reaching surface.

[Klayko]

The meeting officially began when a few more faces showed up. Larry found himself having coffee nearby when he noticed them, particularly a male with a bulky frame. It wasn't until their boss introduced the team that Larry was able to return the taller male's goofy smile with a sympathetic warm one in return.

"Nice meeting you Gerard. Name's Larry." It was short for Laurentis actually, the male's last name Boselli, but it was never brought up presently and he didn't feel a reason to tell his partner that as they were just getting to know each other. He extended his hand to shake, confident enough to give Gerard a firm and strong grip despite his frame compared to the other male. "So are you an intern too or working full time?"

His ears twitched so to say when the head man himself announce office space. He looked back at Gerard, thinking nothing other than to follow him, though he did think the male, or maybe it was someone else, wore a perfume or cologne to them a bit well. It sort of made Larry himself wonder if he hadn't put on enough. He followed the boss past a door, which led them to a square room, a desk on each side and a window in the center.

"A room with a view" he joked.

"Figured you'd like it as the artist" the man, named Frank, stated. "We're printing up the itinerary and objectives for everyone to read over. Once we get that in, everyone should be good to start drafting ideas."

Larry merely nodded as Frank left them for a few. He looked at Gerard before looking at the desks.

"So are you a leftie or a rightie?" He was referring to the desks, though he was also talking about his hand preference. "Cause I'm more of a leftie if that's alright with you. To think nuns used to smack people for using the left...Anywhooo...I'm rambling."

He chuckled as he set his bag down on the left desk, beginning to set up.

"So what are you going to be doing here?"

[DarkAurion98]

I'm hoping to work here full time after the testing period. Gerard answered Larry's first question, voice a lot softer than he wanted. After picking places on the office, he kept the conversation with the interesting male wearing beige vest.

Left handed uh? Man, that's so useful for drifting. Said the werewolf, making allusion to his interest on cars. Again, all what he hated is what he loves. Always skipping showers, always with gasoline on his veins, always eating like a beast and always feeling protective over the omegas he knew. His little brother Roger, proudly carrying such gender, loved the attention of his big bro. But when it comes to friends, he only earns glares and "you are not my dad" reminders.

Retaking the events, Gerard continued. They needed an interface specialist. Given your abilites with graphic design, I'm sure I'll translate your styles into the games. He got closer to Larry, unconsciously inhaling more of that sweet scent. Now he was sure, it comes from him and it's totally omega. Not wanting to make himself a joke, he kept certain distance.

Do you mind showing me your schemes? It's the first time I'm working with videogames so maybe your models can give me a starting point. I'm sure we will dominate and drive the accountants crazy. He laughed, airing the tension building on his throat.

Come on, it's just a guy you'll work with. You met lots of omegas before, so what? He's not different, can't be. He just took the shower you missed, that's why he smells good.

He battled himself, brain fighting an agitated nose. His folks always flirted with each other, saying the smell of a true mate is diferent and calming, but he wasn't buying that, not for a second. He really wanted a mate, in a future, but detecting it just by a fragance? It's better to focus on what he's good at, programming.

[Klayko]

Larry didn't think much of the situation. From the way he saw it, they were making conversation and since his nose wasn't like Gerard's, he wasn't getting worked up about the situation as his partner was mentally.

"Full time sounds good," he responded. "I probably won't stay after the intern though since I'm still in school. It's a great way to expand my horizons though."

Had he heard right? The male said drifting. While Larry himself didn't actually get involved with some of the illegal street races, he knew a bit of the terminology, especially since he had plans to work on the Mustang he rode around in, eventually.

"Maybe I should stay around you for mechanic talk sometime" he joked. "My mother usually operates on cars, so I know a thing or two. My father on the other hand, liked to drill fútbol into the head. He's a dedicated Italian. You're not gonna tell me you're into sports next, are you? The first day already and I'm hitting off well with others. I must be lucky...for once."

That was glad to hear in that he was working with someone who was really competent. He practically gagged when he had to work on group projects at school, there being this one know it all who kept getting low scores each and every time. The professional world would have at him, but Larry was always prepared, constantly improving.

"Sure" he stated, moving past the male who had moved closer. Again, he didn't think much of it rather that Gerard was coming close to see what he worked on. He probably would have stiffed up otherwise. He pulled a few containers open, revealing his portfolio he hand drawn and sketched. "I usually run them through Paint Tool Sai or Photoshop, but I like working with pencils, pens and markers at times too."

Before them both were designs and details of a Mustang of course. Next to it were designs for soccer uniforms.

"Just a few personal projects of mine to sharpen the skills while waiting for the boss himself to tell us his ideas."

[DarkAurion98]

How can this guy be more... awesome? He already has a chilled out vibe not matching the other recruits, he is good at his work too but... He drives a Mustang? Gerard grabbed his chair and sat beside the omega.

Mirate nada más. Ja, sorpresas da la vida. ( Just look at you. Ha, life surprises you) The alpha teased in spanish, hearing at "fútbol". With a fond laugh, he continued. Before I can take a look of your sketches, let me say, you are cool man. How does a guy like you gets a Mustang? And let me say, if you apply that design on it, mmm, piece of art. He looked at the design like an overexcited pup, running his hands over the paper. The word awesome was being slowly replaced by beautiful on his mind, so he snapped out of it.

Fútbol? Love it man, but basketball kinda suits me better. Who knows? Want a competition of who designs a better uniform? He snorted.
Seriously, your mom a mechanic, your old man into fútbol. Are you born from oil and sweat?

The males laughed as minutes passed, getting their office ready for work. It was weird for the werewolf. He arrived to the Bay Area only knowing Vicky. Through college, he just got himself a few friends, normally lasting a whole semester before he could even address them as that. How is he already messing around with the guy across the room?

Just an hour and they're already challenging to a drag race.
My Supra may be tired but it ain't giving your pony car any chance.

They're planning a simulation.
These designs are cool but don't get easy on me. We can show the boss something better. Here, look at these numbers.

They're even planning to watch the match Juventus vs Barcelona on saturday.
I mean, I know you are new in the city but I know a bar focused on soccer we can go to. It's in Inner Sunset. Or we can watch it at my place if you prefer. The alpha slightly blushed at the tought, looking away. But it's a mess, you can actually get lost there. He chuckled, dismissing the idea for the sake of both.

[Klayko]

They say that if a person is in a field of work they enjoy, they're usually ignorant to the concept of utter hatred. Larry didn't get a hint of that in the slightest.

"Since I'm in school here, I got offered a deal." It didn't seem like that big of a deal to him personally, but maybe it was probably just because Gerard seemed that enthused about vehicles. "A few more payments on it and it's mine. Then I can work on it like I want."

He chuckled, not understanding half of what the male had said, which judging by how fluently he spoke, clearly he was Hispanic or some regards to it. It was in his name after all, but given the American name, Larry probably would have mistook to calling his name with a "G" rather than a "H."

"You speak very fluently" he said with an amused tone. "You learn in school or are you from another country? I'm still learning, but my father made Italian a second language for me."

He chuckled at the thought, especially when it was brought up about the designs for the uniform. If the male was open to doing a challenge like that, Larry would welcome it, granted they had time to do so. For now, Frank had returned with the itinerary and a general synopsis of the game concept.

"A supernatural detective with telepathy to light up a crime scene" he said aloud to let it ring out. "Interesting concept."

He set up his laptop on the desk, attaching a tablet to it as ideas were already circulating in his mind on what to create. It was around those times that Gerard brought up his passion for basketball mostly.

"I wish I could get into that like most, but it's mostly soccer and baseball for me. It's funny though. Usually most think my mother's the coach and my father's the mechanic because he resembles the character Mario from Nintendo."

After an hour later, Larry had several sketches designed of possible characters while Gerard worked on his own objectives. Interestingly enough, he mentioned the idea of drag racing.

"I've never raced before, but I'm fairly certain I would drive past that hunk o' junk with a slight breeze" he teased back, seeing it as a challenge later down the line.

Finally lunch break had arrived and as Gerard insisted, Larry gave him a run for his money with a total of three of the seven character designs fleshed out.

"The bar sounds like a great idea" he stated on his way out, but raised an eyebrow when Gerard said he was new to the area. "I've lived here since I was a kid actually. Just name the place and my girl and I would love to come. In fact, if you're up for jogging, there's a nice mountain trail I can show you to sometime since you seem muscular enough, maybe you can keep up."

He joked, but his stomach growled. He looked at Gerard. "Up for some sushi? I know a good place for that!"

They were getting along great. Hopefully it wasn't one of those situations where they start off good and the more they stay around each other, the more annoyed they become.

[DarkAurion98]

Something inside the alpha changed. He thought the young designer came from L.A, hearing about his studies at the UCLA on the initial meeting, sure. However, what hurt was the "girl". He couldn't explain it. He just met the guy, and clearly they were planning common things for friends to do. Why does something feel different after hearing about a girlfriend?

Enough of this emotional shit. He chastised himself, always keeping a smile for the Mustang owner. Maybe? He laughed at the mountain mentioning. Maybe, I can kick your ass and wait for you at the top of the path, beer in hand. He teased, finishing a projection of one style Larry provided, under his operational protocols.

Sushi sounds good. Is that place close or do I have to use my hunk o' junk to get there? He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

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Already at the restaurant, the colleagues keep sharing, babbling about family, college and plans. This work will really suit you man. I wish I had recieved an offer like this back when I was at Uni. But hey, I can't complain either. My parents had it tough coming from Colombia, giving me a better future here at the states. He paused but continued before the younger one could. Not what you are thinking. My country is doing good, just didn't have the career I wanted. He took a mouthful of sushi, werewolf hunger obvious on his manners. Actually, when you think about it, that's a topic lingering on Gerard's head. Does Larry know about this species?

Afterall, the WALP (World Association for Lycanthropy Preservation), constantly keeps track of the number of humans in the planet aware of this species. Governments all over the world keep it as a secret, relying on accords and werewolves' good judgement to tell their condition only to humans capable of keeping silence.
It isn't a discriminatory act as some may think. Is the way countries protect the race from being chased by frightened humans. Even high ranks on several organizations are run by lycans, but the risk is too high, they all pick their fellow humans with care.
Obviously, with a desbording population, there are incidents, always neutralized by special response teams where the two races work along. Humans already have lycan friends, lovers, parents, sons, brothers, sisters. They won't give up on their furry partners.
As cute as it may sound, is a hard task, mantained day after day.

Back on San Francisco, the alpha listens carefully at the human omega in front of him. It was refreshing to see a man of this gender that is everything but delicate. He actually looks like a young alpha. He thinks.

[Klayko]

"It actually is" Larry responded. "Just a little walk down the hills and we should be back in an hour or two."

Larry noticed the male seemed a bit conflicting on a few thoughts. Was it something he had said before? Larry thought they were vibing well on a friendly aspect. Maybe he was just reading into things and so he led the way. It probably had something to do with him saying he would outdo him in a run among the trail, to which he retorted "Or maybe it's me waiting somewhere with Vodka."

"I completely understand the situation. My grandmother moved from Portugal and married someone with financial status to have better chances for my mother even though she was already in a flourishing country."


They finally arrived to the restaurant, the place conveniently sitting at the bottom of the narrow slope, though walking up and down a hill was nice for Larry either way. He let Gerard step inside first, following after where his nose was greeted to pleasant food scents that allowed him to not smell Gerard for once. He thought about work presently. "Maybe I will, but once I graduate, I'm looking to go to Italy for a few, snap some pictures and get a breath of fresh air for once."

The male looked over, examining what kind of sushi he wanted before deciding on something with "an explosive kick" as the menu put it. He asked for Coke as well. When Gerard ordered and they received their food minutes later, Larry ate slowly, his mind thinking on thoughts.

"So are you grad school or just graduated? You don't seem too old, but looks can be deceiving" he chuckled. "I was thinking though, with this game, what kind of supernatural creatures should this detective encounter? I was just thinking the usual like witches, vampires or werewolves."

Clearly Larry knew nothing. In his world, that was just fiction, some of them he happened to enjoy.

[DarkAurion98]

Just graduated man, however, I got pretty good references from my professors back at college, and could work in projects that got me here. The taller man continued eating, trying to distract his mind.

Guess I'll have to get ready for Vicky questioning tonight. He though, already imaging the ginger alpha all over him, asking for everything but the projects the studio runs. Any hot omegas? Yeah, that probably will be the opening teasing.
Gerard then smiled at Larry's next question, stopping a sad gasp before he could talk.

As long as you don't put zombies on it dude. They're overrated. A grin commanded his lips, drooping the frustation of not being able to present himself properly. Wouldn't be that cool? Just meeting someone and saying: Hi there, I'm G, a werewolf. Mind if I scent you?
It's hard for lycans who have human friends, unaware of his race. Among them, there's just nuzzles, warm welcomes and pack bonding. Restraining their noses and need to touch and protect is a quiet tortureat least. They get used to it, but it doesn't make it easier. Today he will have to man up, and let drama aside. Focusing back on this cool job helped him a bit.

Actually, some bad ass modern designs for the characters would let boss' mouth hangin'. Throw all stereotypes though the window. And as I said, don't make them easy. I can translate your designs into my beautiful codes. He grabbed the omega and messed with his hair. Minutes later, they were heading back to the studio.

Let's go.

[Klayko]

He just graduated? That was impressive.

"Ah, last minute congratulations are in order then" the male chuckled as he brought the waitress over and asked for two alcoholic beverages. He paid for them of course. "I still have a semester to go. I changed my majors freshman year."

When the medium sized glasses of dark beverage was brought back, he drunk down a little while hearing Gerard mention not to touch zombies. Of course Larry couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yea, zombies are totally overrated. I'm thinking Resident Evil B.O.W.s or something like the Xenomorphs from the Alien franchise. They're definitely more frightening than the usual zombie groaning and walking, but...the Walking Dead is life, especially Caaaaaarl."

When their meal and drink was done and over with, Larry was walking up the hill, listening as Gerard made mention of modern designs.

"I may be a few steps ahead of you actually" he chuckled, pointing around to a few people walking and others driving. "This place reeks of urban and modern. I'm thinking to get a landscape view of the city itself drawn up. If you think my designs are impressive, wait till you see what I can do with a camera. I'm certain they'll turn out even better when you get your hands on them."

There they were, back at the studio once again, but Gerard grabbed him. As soon as he had done so, he knocked the male's beanie off, revealing his hair, causing Larry to say "Hey" in an annoyed matter, but he returned the seemingly aggressive behavior right back with bopping the taller and more muscular male on the nose. He placed the beanie back on and unlocked their office door.

"I suppose it's back to work now."

[DarkAurion98]

Oh no, we have a walking dead fan four ourselves ladies and gentlemen. Gerard chuckled, beer in hand. Come on, you really fall for that one-eyed kid? Say what you want but Daryl and Carol are the ones that kick ass. He let the cold drink refresh his throat, already burning fast on his system thanks to lycans' accelerated metabolism, euphemism of course for eternal designated driver.

Before they started a fight of fictional characters, (bacause not matter what Daryl would win), the males found themselves walking and getting into the work place. No doubt you are a great photographer bud. Is almost a requirement for the field you are in, right? That was said before the brotherly show of affection.

At Larry's "strike" on the nose, he just muffled a laugh.
Yeah, back to work Sir. Bet you would be Chandler Riggs' personal papparazi with that fierce attitude. He ignored the other's frown and started developing a protocol for textures, working side by side with the brown eyed guy. The rest of the afternoon was calmed, quiet with them inmersed on their laptops, catching gazes only to ask for clarifications or code lies. Hours later, the programmers enjoyed a quick Battlefield session with the rest of the crew on the main room. Place suited with red sofas, two flat screens, multiple free access laptops and a small library at the bottom. Being there for more than five minutes allowed Gerard to properly sense a fellow werewolf.

He stood up. Keep these bastards busy with some aerial action, would ya? He told Larry, heading to the cornered food bay. A short haired beta with amber eyes was already waiting for him, offering a coke.

-You scented me too didn't you?- asked the shorter guy.
-Yeah. Hi, sorry I didn't feel you on the first meeting. Name's Gerard- He kept position, somehow embarassed with the other lycan.
-I'm Anthony. I-i.... alpha, right?-
-Yes, but chills man, not territorial at all-

They stayed silent, looking at each other, until the smaller male lowered his head, asking shyly. Can we?
The question found its answer inmediatly. Of course, come here bud. The men hugged, noses deep in necks with fangs tingling to come out. In human concepts, this would be a romance act, but it couldn't be more regular for werewolves. Unity is what brings the feeling of safety, even proven by social experiments among the feral community.

-So cool to work with one of my kind-. Whispered Gerard, nuzzling his new little ally. -Beta I see-.
-Yes, I missed this. Pack touch-
-I know brother, I know. It's ok. We are close now. Wanna run tonight? Stretch legs? I have a friend-
-Really?- Anthony's eyes illuminated.
-Yes!. I see you are new to the city, since you miss wolf bonding-
-True man. I, i don't know what to say, thanks a lot-
-Nothing to thank for bud. Tonight we run free-

At those last words, the alpha couldn't help but feel guilty. Sure, he was happy to meet a partner to work with now, but for some reason, something was missing. Larry. It's like excluding the designer from something important, even if he hasn't the slightest idea.
He wanted him to be in that we, just like as a friend, being honest.

After quick chat and info exchange, the alpha came back to see a smug omega grinning, victory announced on the screen.
Don't even say it man, you aren't an Eisenhower.

They got their stuff ready and went to the parking lot. Well, today I got myself a friend and a new brother. Not bad uh? He thought.

[Klayko]

"Oh I fell for plenty of characters" Larry continued while they casually conversed here and there inside of the office. "Carol and Michonne especially, but Darryl just got Glenn killed, so I don't know how to feel about him anymore."

They talked a bit more about the situation, from his photography to some of his profession.

"In a way, you're right" he replied. "Doesn't help I decided to minor in Mass Communications as well, so either way, I'm glued to a camera, but maybe sometime whenever you're available, I can show you some of the sights."

He chuckled at the idea of apparently being a paparazzi for Carl's actor. "He's too young and even if I were interested in men, he may have to do something with that hair first."

Their work had turned into hours and before he knew it, they were out in the lobby among the rest of the group, playing video games, namely Battlefield. Not that he could complain. He loved the series and found no interest at all in those who said that Call of Duty was the superior game. Superior in the lack of better graphics, battlezones, game modes and of course storyline perhaps. It may be a handheld game they were working on, but he was thinking of similarities to the Megaman ZX series at the rate things were going.

Larry didn't think anything at all when Gerard got up and left. From what was seen, it appeared that he met someone he seemed to be familiarly close to, so much that in the dark setting, it looked like they inhaled each other for a bit. He just kept his focus on flying the plane and not crashing. He was the worst with the aerial combats and typically preferred playing the support like a Sniper. Nothing felt better than watching a few good heads pop off whilst watching it from the other end of a scope. Gerard didn't make it back in time for the game to end however and everyone was now shutting down for the night.

"I'll see you later" Larry said to Gerard while making sure everything of his was packed for the night, the things he needed to take at least. He climbed into the black and blue vehicle, taking off into the night. He could go to his parents house as he was still in school, but he went back to campus itself. There were probably a few activities he could get into for the night with the comfort of having his private dorm to exclude the thought of there being a curfew.

[DarkAurion98]

Green eyes shifted to burnt yellow, indicating the use of lycan night vision. It was quite useful on streets with bad lighting, like the one where Gerard lives at. He leaves his car on a small parking lot. Meeting Anthony awoke his animal instinct, and he was glad to see Vicky waiting outside his place.

-Got your message handsome, something wrong?-
-Nah V, it was a good day. Actually, have news for you-

The alpha led the friend into the apartment, offering some water.

-Go ahead, tell, tell. Finally got yourself a mate?- She asked resting her head on both hands, like a little child.
-Got close girl. I found ourselves a friend. A brother-
-Wait, you mean...- Her playful expression turned into a hopeful one.
-Yes- He hugged her, nuzzling the red long hair of thr southern beauty. -We are not alone anymore-

And at a certain point that's true. Strangely, a high populated city like San Francisco, with diversity desbording everywhere, had one of the lowest rates of lycan inhabitants, according to the WALP. Not to mention that the few they stumbled with at college were too busy or already bonded into bigger groups.

After quick dinner, they were picking up the beta, almost crushed in a hug by Vicky. Gerard just chuckled, getting to Muir Woods National Monument in less than an hour. Heavy foot as always G. It surprises me this junk keeps up with it. Teased the ginger.

Oh shut up V. He glared, kissing the steering wheel, earning rolled eyes from the other two.

As always, there was a hidden entry, custodied by werewolf rangers after the place closes for general public. With full moon just days away, the groupd didn't waste time in getting naked, changing and releasing all the tension. The beta ran fast, happy of finally feeling dirt and nature mix on his paws again. Playfuly he wagged his tail, chased by the alphas.

Two hours later, almost in midnight, they are curled in a ball, semi-shifted. Anthony hums happily between his new friends as they nuzzle him. Gerard feels the stress go away, seeing Vicky and the beta resting under the moon light.

Something's missing, again. He thinks, angry with himself for worrying at a special moment like this.

Damn Larry, it would be cool if you were..... a werwolf. He knows that isn't happening, so instead big arms cover the sleeping partners, interlacing scents and innocent touches.

Thanks, this was. Great. 'Thony manages to whisper before getting back to slumber.

Your welcome bud.

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After the best rest he had on months, he's back on work, musk controled with a shower this time. Guy is good with the camera. Guess a nice walk and some pictures could help me too. He plans, reaching the studio.

[Klayko]

Larry had a relaxing night himself, in a way. The male couldn't venture into the park at night like he planned with his friends as usual. There was an explanation of some mountain lions roaming more than usual and so he would not object to the idea. They spent it on campus instead, stargazing a bit. The male took a few interesting photos and having some late night snacks to himself, he did a little research on some of the supernatural creatures he was going to design. Of course he knew the usual about them, but he found some of them a bit ridiculous like how a vampire could not stand garlic or how a werewolf was a man of pure heart that got corrupted. The latter seemed a bit plausible to a story he could present to Frank, but for now, he was thinking around the idea of different werecreatures after looking at Teen Wolf, the show and not the comedic movie about the same subject.

A knock came to his door and he smiled, opening it up. He greeted the girl on the other side with a hug and then a casual kiss on the lips, closing the door behind them both. Since his room was private, he had it all to himself, but his bed wasn't quite accommodating for two people. That meant they were making a piley, making a huge amount of cushion for them sleep on the floor with comfortably with pillows and another pile from two covers to lay under and snuggle with. It helped he just stepped out the shower before she arrived and soon the two were off to sleep.

The next day arrived and since Samantha snuck in past curfew, Larry had the opportunity to sneak her out past the cameras and the resident assistants.

"I'll see you later" he said once dropping her off to her own dorm. "Have to head back to work today, but I'll be free especially on Sunday."

He told her about the friend he made and the plans to go to one of the sports bars to watch the game. Naturally, she didn't see any reason to be alarmed as it was a casual meeting among friends and she was getting the chance to meet one of the developers.

"Sounds like a plan" she stated, giving him a kiss on the forehead, her emerald eyes looking at him for a bit. "I'll see you later."

Larry drove off, heading out from the campus and on his way to the studio. He saw several cars already there, especially Gerard's and so he got out as usual, taking every piece of equipment with him he had the day before, his camera brought over this time.

"Morning" he said, maybe a bit chipper than before. His attire wasn't as business casual as before. This time, he was in a black short sleeved T-Shirt that almost hugged every firm curve of his toned and muscular body, blue gym shorts with white accents on the side, black ankle socks and nike dart shoes that had a slight fluorescent glow to them. He was fresh out the shower again as usual, the shower gel promising him that he would smell just like mountains and pine. "I hope you had a good night. I have a few more ideas after doing some research and I may actually head out on the trail today to get a good shot of the city landscape."

[DarkAurion98]

Gerard turned in his green shirt and blue jeans to greet Larry. The male clearly looked more relaxed than yesterday, and more handsome as well. The alpha set aside his tablet offering his fist.

Great night indeed L, was also thinking on your photo shooting. Don't mind if I go with you right?. At the other's answer, he smiled, setting his work place ready for the day. The clock sees the day pass with the two experts inmersed on the screens, sketching and typing. Finally the tension building on the werewolf finds escape, translating into succesful simulations. He also takes his time to help the human with his research, giving little hints about the species defining his own DNA. Few hours later, the bigger male stands up.

Dude, can I bring you something? Coffee, coke?

He gets a reply, going to the floor's small kitchen, glad to see the same scene placed yesterday. Anthony was there, laughing this time to a guy's joke. The two lycans lock gazes and smile, hugging tightly. Fuck it, all people here is two things, cool liberals or guys that don't give a shit about anything. That's his reasoning.

-Sure you had a good night Beta?- G murmurs.
-Yes alpha, I felt so good. Thank you again. What about you? You and that guy Larry are working hard. Isn't he tired?-
-If he is, he doesn't show it. Guess that's what makes him nice candidate for any job.-
-True-
Anthony giggles like a little child, letting his wolf scratch surface. Gerard can't avoid but feel protective, rejoiced with the pleading amber eyes. They get in a corner and nuzzle their marking glands. You smell good buddy. Needed this for a long time.

Minutes pass.

-Ok Gerard, need to get back for work. Have a nice day, alpha.-
-You too crazy beta. Keep those fangs sharp for me would ya?-
-Yeah right-

His suspicions are confirmed. The new member of his "pack" just sees him as a friend, and for that he's thankful, because he knows something else is pulling him in a different direction. Lunch time knocks at the door, and the programmers look at each other, stomachs aching.

Meat this time?

[Klayko]

Larry connected his closed fist with Gerard's as the male was seemingly preferring that method over a handshake or another form of saying hello.

"Well that's great" he stated in regards to the bigger male having a great night. "Oh, were you? I was planning to go after lunch today. I set up the time with Frank so he won't think I went AWOL."

With most formalities out the way, Larry was ready to resume his work and get it over with. He wasn't tired of it sure enough, rather he just liked to get into the flow and if he was done for the day, then that would be good for him. While working, he of course shared what he thought should and should not occur for the game. Gerard offered insight, something of which the other male was not skeptical about in the slightest given how knowledgeable he was with zombies the other day.

"I'll take a coke, actually." Much as he loved coffee, he could probably do without some of it today.

Minutes turned into hours and soon it was lunch time. Larry looked at his direction when he arrived.

"Someone was busy, I see" he joked. Gerard was gone for a while. "The vending machine go out of order so soon?"

His stomach growled and since it was lunch time, that meant he would not be back for the day like he was yesterday. He began packing everything up, stopping when Gerard mentioned lunch and this time with meat.

"Sure. Anything with white meat or fish I'm good for. Some steaks and other things doesn't agree with me all too well" he chuckled, hefting up his car keys.