Dystopian Future

"Jax, if he didn't wish to eat with us, it's not right to drag him down here" Ezra gave the wolf a firm look, one the spirit didn't care about.
"He need to eat! He's not like us" Jax sounded old, which he actually was, but he rarely sounded like that. Ezra gave Rivik a look before both of them laughed a bit.
"It's lovely to see you be more responsible, but you are doing it wrong" Ezra stroke the wolf.
"Stay to what you know" Rivik sipped on the wine "Taste better than I thought, despite the awful cups"
"It works" was all Ezra said as he served the spirits and Xue, before he placed food on his own plate.
"Seems like I don't need to tell him off, you do that just fine. almost makes me like you" Rivik looked at the younger brother and Ezra rolled his eyes under the bangs, covering most of his eyes. "And he eats the meat raw, disgusting"
"If you were a real fox you would have preferred that as well"
"Glad I am not than, urg. It ruins the taste, and it's messy" Rivik eat with grace, or as much grace a fox could, while Jax stuffed his face on the plat, making a mess. "Also glad he don't eat with us all to often"
Ezra didn't answer as he cleaned the area around the white wolf with magic, to Rivik's happiness, before he took a bit of the meat himself.

"As we would tell you, who knows you may lead that vampire there" Rivik glared at Zemin forcing Ezra to do the same, and the Shaman ended the contact, making everything black once more.
"That could be a risk, but I don't think that's what they are planning. If they did they could have lead him here already"
"Maybe they don't want to show the true colours"
"It wouldn't make much difference. The vampire would either capture me, I would flee to the spirit-world or die, and knowing that they betrayed me, well wouldn't do me no good in either scenario, so don't think they would care about that" Ezra simply said, hoping he wasn't wrong. But so far the brothers had given him no sign of betraying him, so either they were freaking good, or they had no such intention.
"Pfft, they are half humans, who knows what they may do" Rivik glared at them before he sipped on his wine and Ezra almost smiled over the fact that Rivik disliked their human part, not their beast side.
"However" Ezra started "I will not let you know where I live, seeing you may never know what can happen, and I prefer if that isn't known information"
He didn't apologise for it, not feeling sorry for being careful, he only hoped the younger one wouldn't do a think of it. Ezra didn't know what the men would react to, or how they would react to certain things.

Just to be completely fair here, I wasn’t the one asking the question, Zemin pointed out before leaving the chair with a loud thud.
“Where are you going? It’s really rude to leave right in the middle of a meal”, Xue said and watched his brother walk a couple of rounds around the table, before he stopped right by Ezras feet. He laid down on the floor, just like a pet dog, and rolled over with a distraught sigh.
I don’t even know what I’m doing any longer, this stupid feeling is driving me insane, the wolf complained and frowned. One part of that statement was true, as he actually felt as if he was going insane. However, he knew exactly what he was up to and it was probably obvious to everyone else as well. At least to Xue, who knew what was going on.
”Hey, Zemin”, the younger one said and threw a piece of meat under the table, right in front of his older sibling. “Catch”, he continued before leaning back.
Zemin starred at the meat, still frowning as well as pouting. Great, now he really felt like a lapdog.
Stop, I know you’re doing that to annoy me, he growled and crept closer to Ezra.
”Yep, I totally am”, Xue admitted and laughed briefly. “Come on, it can’t feel that bad, can it?” He asked thereafter and looked discretely towards the man that his brother had become so ridiculously attached to. Both brothers couldn’t stop but wondering if the shaman knew what was actually going on - why Zemin was repeatedly lingering around him and asking to be fondled. Hopefully he didn’t, but the spirits might have had an idea.
It feels really fucked up, I’ll tell you that much, Zemin stated and looked up towards Ezra. Fuck, he really wanted to just climb up and make himself comfortable up on the mans knees. What made that plain out funny was the fact that he was way too bis to actually be a lapdog.
“Don’t even think about it, Zmein”, Xue warned the wolf and slowly stood up from his chair. “If you want to sit in anybody’s lap, you can sit in mine”, he said and bent down to look under the table. But the older brother was already trying to do just as he pleased, with both paws on Ezras legs and the head peaking up from under the table. It probably looked just adorable, to say the least.

"I am starting to like him, schooling the other moron" Rivik looked at Xue, almost smirking. Ezra knew that Rivik only accepted the younger on right now, because he told Zemin how to behave. He knew that he could easily turn towards the younger.
"How lovely it's to see you getting along with others" Ezra taunted, only to have the fox snort at him, ignoring him. Ezra felt Zemin at his side, without seeing him and he slowly moved his hand to pat the wolf. It felt like he was upset or something similar, but Ezra couldn't understand why. And since neither of the brothers said something, he guessed it was a werewolf thing. Thinking they must have their own race problems, somethings that they may not like.
"Stop throwing food. What are you, five?" Rivik schooled them, feeling displeased that they messed around.
"I want some too!" Jax jumped down on the floor, rolling around begging for food.
"Great, now he does it as well" Rivik sighed, but Jax didn't care.

Ezra ignored them as he often did as he took a sip of his wine.
"You are to large to be a lapdog, didn't we already established that yesterday" he told Zemin, remembering how the wolf almost climbed into his chair yesterday. But as he felt two paws on his legs he almost jumped, unprepared.
"Back off or I will bit you this time" Ezra soon felt Rivik climbing into his lap, being more hostile than usual and Jax growled. Ezra shared his eyes with Rivik again, feeling he needed to see. He saw Zedmin sitting in front of him, while Jax had moved to his side, and Rivik was prepared to attack. It was true that Ezra had jumped a bit, but the spirits acted more hostile than ever before.
"Rivik I am okay" Ezra tried to ensure the spirit, patting him, seeing that it normally calmed him down.
"I know, but this isn't. Back off him Zemin or I will fight you" Ezra blinked a few times, he couldn't remember the last time Rivik challenged someone. He looked at the spirits, Xue and Zemin trying to understand what all of them clearly understood.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" he asked.

For a short period of time, there was a deep silence. Zemin would’ve turned extremely pale if he could, but instead he sank back down on the floor with shiny eyes. It was obvious that he was ashamed of himself, more than anyone could imagine. Things like these weren’t easy to understand for beings that weren’t werewolves, meaning only they could fully grasp the meaning of the situation completely. That’s why it took some time before Xue finally spoke. His voice was very controlled and calm at the same time, something that his older brother couldn’t be more surprised about. So he’d actually learnt something in school?
“Okay, so let me try to explain this in the best way possible”, the younger werewolf began and put his knife and fork away, placing them neatly on the plate in front of him. “There comes a time in every werewolf’s life where he’s fully matured. What this means is that he’ll begin the search for a..ehm..partner”, he continued and made a grimace. ”Zemin is twenty five years old, so his body is basically telling him to hurry up and find himself a partner. It can’t just be any person, but there has to be this feeling, or rather connection, before he latches on. What I’m getting at is that he’s become attached to you, Ezra. He’s already latched on and won’t let go in a ridiculously long time”, Xue explained and sighed. That wasn’t even the full explanation - instead just a short glimpse into the world of a wolf searching for a mate. Or searching and searching, more like hunting.
It’s not like I can help it! Zemin exclaimed and covered as much of his face as possible, with the two, large paws. If I could, I would never ever do it. Because now, all I can think about is..it’s bad, that’s what it is, he continued and sobbed.
“We already get that, you stupid little lapdog”, Xue said and rolled his eyes, with a snort. “Y’all know what gravity is all about, right? Well, he feels as if he’s being pulled towards you every time you’re in the same room. That’s why he’s been all over you today, like it or not. And I’m guessing he’s gone into heat as well, so don’t be alarmed if he randomly turns and tries to do something stupid.”

It must have sounded very stupid and plain out weird, but this was the truth for most werewolves. Their father had been through the same thing with their mother and their two sons would in turn go through the exact same thing. Sadly enough, it came at a really bad time and seemed to have hit Zemin from absolutely nowhere. He’d been fine the day before, maybe felt a bit odd, but nothing more. And for that matter of fact, he always felt kind of strange, so that hadn’t alarmed him one bit. Now he knew it should have. Jesus, that was probably why he walked straight back to Ezra after the meeting, not even knowing what he was doing.
I’m sorry..I’m so fucking sorry, the older brother howled and curled up in a small, tight ball. Small? Sure, speaking in an ironic way. I never wanted this and I’m sorry for throwing myself at you all day long. It’s all my fault, just as always, he continued, feeling the urge to sink through the floor becoming stronger and stronger for each second that passed by.

Ezra stayed silence as Xue answered him. He listened and tried to understand, or well he understood the meaning of the words, what he had a hard time understanding was how the other one took a liking to him. Or maybe it wasn't that kind of liking, maybe it was only sexual.
"He can't really help it" Jax looked at him, feeling sorry for the wolf.
"Useless. Fucking useless. Like they think they can just take what they want. They are really animals" Rivik growled, not leave his side.
"It's not like that and you know that! Just like we can't help coming when Ezra calls for us"
"Well if he thinks he is going to get him just because his nature tells him, he is wrong"
"He didn't say that"
"Touch him and you will die!" Rivik warned, glaring at the wolf on the floor.
"Don't make him feel worse!" Jax defended the wolf. He wouldn't let him hurt Ezra, but he knew that the werewolf couldn't help it.
"..." Rivik was about to answer when Ezra cut him of.
"Can you be quiet, I need to think" the spirits felt into silence.

Ezra was really unsure, not knowing how to handle it all. Mostly because he didn't wish to be sprung by the wolf, even if he couldn't help it, it worried him. He has no idea what would happen, how the situation would evolve. He didn't blame Zemins for feeling how he felt, since it wasn't by choice, but it didn't make it easier for him. It wasn't like he could say he understood, because he didn't. It wasn't like he could say he was okay with it either. It wasn't like he was angry or disgusted by the wolf, he just didn't know what he was. It was a long time since he felt this way, so unsure, so lost. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, realising that all he could do was handle the situation as it evolved. He couldn't plan this, couldn't predict the future, all he could do was run away. For a second he thought about doing that, but he wasn't sure if the man could find him, and who know what may happen than. He didn't wish to think of that. So the only place he could go was the spirit world, and he didn't want to go there, unless he really needed to, and he didn't felt the need for it, not yet. So all he could do was see what would happen.
"Rivik could you step out of my lap?" It wasn't really a question and he could see that the fox thought of protesting, but he obeyed. He pushed back his chair so he could squat down in front of the wolf, being on his guard as he did.
"Zemins" he said in a call.voice "This isn't your fault, it's a biological thing and I can't blame you for that. So no need to apologise"
He started carefully stroking the wolf a few times, almost scared for what may happen, but he felt that both Rivik and Jax was by his side, ready to act.
"Can't say I know what to think or how to act after knowing this, but I don't blame you, I want you to know that. But could you try to be careful, I really don't handle contact to well and I don't wish to see you get hurt. You think that's possible?" He asked, not knowing how much the wolf could control what happened.

Zemin curled up even tighter and tried to hide behind all the thick fur. The tail covered most of the face, even though the eyes were still visible. They peaked up behind the black hairs and moved back and forth, not stopping for a single second to rest. He was so scared he didn’t know what to say or think, which meant that the thoughts basically whirled around his brain in a hot mess. It was impossible to get anything straight in that moment and all he really wanted to do was crawl up the stairs and hide for the rest of his life. Not only was the situation strained, but also embarrassing.
It’s not that simple, he eventually answered Ezra and finally his entire face with a frustrated growl.
“But you can try”, Xue stated and sunk down on the floor, giving his older brother quite a stern look.
Of course, but what if I can’t stop myself? I mean I literally want to lick your face right now, and I’m not even in my human form, Zemin wailed and started stirring uncomfortably. After a couple of seconds the little curled up ball suddenly burst and the wolf sprung to his legs, shaking out the coat before turning towards the man that sat next to him. He looked him straight in the eyes, wobbling back and forth before a couple of weak words slipped his mind.
Can I touch you? It’s just..it’s just very tempting, he admitted quietly.
As if the situation wasn’t already weird enough? Why did he have to make it ten times worse by acting even more strange? Who even asked a question like that? Jesus Christ, Zemin couldn’t even recognise himself for the moment being. It was as if he’d turned into a completely different person, blinded by his own instincts instead of reasoning. He wasn’t used to it one bit, considering how he used to act and behave. Actually the werewolf in question was very collected, calm and smart about literally everything. But now? Well, all of that had obviously collapsed. The stupid heat didn’t make things any better, not one single bit. Every part of his body begged for attention - attention from Ezra.

“You’re really a full load today, aren’t you?” The younger brother mumbled under his breath, before standing up and walking into the kitchen. The tap water was turned on a short time afterwards, and he could be heard gulping up the water as if he hadn’t drunk for days. Maybe tap water wasn’t the most healthy alternative, but for someone as robust as Xue, it wasn’t a problem.
I thought we already made that clear? Zemin pointed out, without moving even a centimetre. His eyes were glued on the man before him, and there was no chance that he could come up with the strength to tear them and look away.
“You’re staring”, the other sibling sighed, as he sat back down on his chair. Then he continued eating, not bothering to worry about the situation unfolding under the table. He didn’t have any will to actually put any mind to it, and wouldn’t interfere until the wolf did something stupid. When things like these happen, you just gotta let them play out and not intervene. That’ll only fuck things up and in the end, that is definitely worse.

Ezra patted Rivik before the fox growled at the man. He was glad that the spirit cared, knowing he could trust him, but his reactions didn't help the situation. Jax was calmer, only watching Zemin as he had placed himself on the floor next to Ezra.
"Trying is better than nothing" he started, glad to hear that wolf would try at least. It didn't mean it would work, and for a second Ezra was worried over what the man may do. He felt like he could most likely damage him more in the wolf form than his human form, but he would most likely be more scared if Zemin attacked him in his human form. Without experience it, he could tell it would bring back memories, and how he reacted then, he couldn't tell. "And, well I can't be sure what would happen if you try. I am not exactly defenseless, even without the spirits, and I don't have any intention or wish to hurt you"
He couldn't promise it wouldn't happen. He had killed the guards before he fled for touching and torturing him, and back then he hadn't even known what he did. He couldn't tell how well the magic would work on the werewolf, maybe he was better protected than the humans, but he didn't wish to find out.

At the wolf fast movement the spirits growled, Rivik even snatched after him, but didn't attack when he just met his eyes. Ezra blinked a few times, the wolf did asked, he had done nothing to hurt him, and Ezra had touched him a few times already, just as Zemin had touched him. But despite that he hesitated, like the wolf would suddenly hurt him. Rivik didn't take his eyes of the wolf, forcing Ezra to look at his profile, and for a second he thought about ending the contact, but he wished to see and know what happened. He had yet to answer Zemin, wondering what the wolf would do if he said no. Would he attack him, would he be able to even hinder himself from doing so? What would he do if he said yes? That thought was actually scarier. He knew the wolf couldn't do what the humans had done to him, not in his form, but it was still contact. It had taken years before Rivik could touch him, without Ezra doing it first. And even longer for Jax and the other spirits. But he had gotten to know them, Zemin was still a stranger. However he hadn't said no, he wasn't sure why, but he hadn't. So slowly, a bit unsure he nodded his yes towards the wolf, prepared for the worst, and to fend him off, or runaway if needed.

Silence. Just a really long, awkward silence pushed between all the beings in the room. The only sound that could be heard was Xue chewing his food, while scraping at the table with his long fingernails. But then Ezra nodded and it was as if the whole atmosphere kind of dropped, and Zemin couldn’t help but feel relieved.
I swear to god I know it’s a really fucked up question, but please bear with me, the wolf slowly began before leaning back. The claws dug into the floor as the bones made a gut wrenching sound, and a small whimper managed to escape. But after that, everything went very smoothly and after a minute or so the wolf no longer looked like one.
“You have no clothes”, Xue muttered and peaked down under the table, giving his older brother a long stare.
“I already know that, thank you”, Zemin answered and started pulling his hands through the black, thick hair. He was a very neat person, and every strand of hair had to be perfectly placed. Well, at least when he was in his human form. Otherwise it didn’t really matter and he definitely didn’t want to be brushed by anybody else but himself. Those were the rules, straight and simple.
“Why did you shift then? You rarely even transform in front of me, so why now?” The younger brother wondered and looked somewhat perplexed. “Have you actually gone mad or something?”
There was quite an obvious answer to that question, and Xue probably knew it as well. Zemin smiled and shrugged his shoulders, as a shiver travelled down his spine. Yes, he had seemingly gone kind of crazy, but right then and there it felt okay. His thoughts were all over the goddam place and he couldn’t differ from right or wrong. In that moment all he could think about was that boiling sensation that resided in his blood.
“To be completely honest with you..I think I might’ve gone kind of mad”, he admitted and turned the brown eyes towards Ezra, yet again. The pale hands trembled as he raised them, allowing them to carefully slide across the mans face.

Then the werewolf just sat there, letting the long fingers travel through Ezras hair, down the face a couple of times before repeating the cycle.
“Are you afraid?” He asked, very quietly. “Or maybe you’re currently planning on killing me, what do I know?” He thereafter continued and laughed briefly, something that made his whole body ache. Turning that quickly was an achievement, and the body wasn’t quite on board with it just as usual. For the most parts of could take more than ten minutes to fully shift, but this time it’d only taken maybe one minute. This basically resulted in his ribs hurting, the body temperature sinking rapidly and the skin burning. It felt awful, but at the same time Zemin wouldn’t had played it out any different. Because now he had a pair of hands and facial expressions, plus a little less mushy brain. Even after a couple of hours in the true form, his behaviour turned more childish and feral. Now all of that had mostly disappeared and he could finally think straight.

Ezra only nodded, he had to bear with the man, at least for a while. As long as he could manage. However as the man turned he got more uncomfortable, seeing he was actually a human. When he was a wolf, it felt more like the spirits. But a human was so different. Despite that the man didnt look, smell or felt like one of his captures, he was still a human. Ezra could barely remember when he was touched by one of them, years probably. He had tried in the beginning, but it didn't matter the situation, he never felt comfortable. People said you should push through those kind of things, but it didn't matter. He had done almost everything from handshakes, hugs, making out to sex, nothing felt good and he gave up. Disappeared into the shadows, loved only with the spirits, and he was actually happy with it. And yet for some reason he had agreed to let the man touch him, or rather the wolf.

Seeing Zemin in front of him naked Sint matter, he couldn't care less about that. He would have founded the situation as frightening, just because he was a humam.
"Urg, I had no desire to see you without clothes" Rivik complained and for a second he turned away, and Ezra saw himself instead, surprised he didn't looked as scarred as he felt. But maybe it was because you couldn't see fear in his messed up eyes, and he almost thanked the person who made him blind. As Zemins raised his eyes Rivik turned towards him with observing eyes. He could feel that both spirits were on their guard, ready to step in if it went to far, something he was pleased with. He didn't know how able he would be to act at first.

He felt the hand touching his skin, and he closed his eyes for a second, almost expecting something else then the general touch. But nothing else came, and he opened them again. He soon felt the fingers through his hair and he surprised himself liking it. No one had done that to him before, and it gave him somewhat of a comfortable feeling in the mess was.
"If I planned on killing you, I would already have tried" he told the man. So far he hadnt oversteps a line, giving him the feeling that he wished to kill him. He chose not to answer him if he was afraid, since he didn't know. He didn't fear pain or death, but the situation was so different that he didn't know what to feel or how to react, so he just sat there letting Zemins take the lead.

“Well, that’s nice to know”, Zemin mumbled and pulled himself away from the man, shivering extremely and clattering his teeth. He felt so fucking cold it wasn’t even funny, with goosebumps covering both arms and legs. It felt as if he was going to freeze to death sooner or later, even though that was a huge exaggeration.
“Zemin, stop acting like that, you’re freezing”, Xue said and pulled off his oversized hoodie, hurriedly handing it to his big brother. When the other one didn’t make any attempts to accept the offer or likewise, the younger werewolf crawled under the table and swept the garment over the skinny shoulders. The older sibling was very pale and the cold sweat ran down both his back and face, making him look very sickly. It wasn’t anything serious or anything, but it was better to manage it and try to improve the situation instead of ignoring it. Even though Zemin knew that, he sat there hand fallen, not knowing what to do or how to act. He was completely lost out of it, while still being conscious and responsive.
“Thank you”, he stuttered after some silence and gave Xue a quick smile, before turning back towards Ezra. “I won’t try anything stupid..not according to my own will, to clarify”, the werewolf continued and studied the shaman with the big, brown eyes. Fuck, he still wanted to throw himself at the man and bury his face by his chest - that and a couple of other things he didn’t dare to even think of. It was way to dangerous to start dreaming, and those kind of things were simply refined to bedtime and unconsciousness.

While he was speaking, Xue gave him a pat on the shoulder, making him feel a tiny bit less alone. The spirits weren’t exactly making things any easier and Zemin felt rather attacked, even if it hadn’t literally happened yet. Rivik had scratched him before, but there seemed to be no scar left behind which was nice. If there was something that he really wasn’t in need of, it was another scar. His chest was already covered for most parts from his younger days, when control hadn’t been a part of his life. It still wasn’t, obviously, but it was better than it’d been before. Now Zemin could control most of his transformations and he was generally calm and steady, even clever and wise. That was the real Wang Zemin, and not this weird version of him that wanted to do so many unspeakable things it was just gross and wrong. He wasn’t that sort of person, not at all!