Dark Wolf Wanting

Disclaimer: all trademark and licensing rights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by Penguin Putnam Inc. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

Timeline: near the end of Incubus Dreams

Author's Note: There is no plot or storyline here, If you are searching for one look elsewhere!!

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Dark Wolf Wanting


Jamil strode down the stone corridors beneath the Circus of the Damned like a dark swift thunder cloud. He was a powerful lycanthrope and his own beast that usually slept deep inside him had stirred because of his displeasure. He was so tired of dealing with the problems and now recent unpredictable moods of his Ulfric. Richard was a good man but lately his temper had been riding close to the surface like a brooding cloak surrounding him, ready to flare up with the slightest provocation. And as Richard's Skoll, Jamil could only stand at his bodyguard position behind the pack leader and watch. A few moments ago he had received a somewhat frantic call from Shang-Da on his cell phone. Anything that could ruffle the composure of the tall contained Hati demanded his attention. It seemed that Richard had stormed out of a meeting with Rafael, the King of the Rodere and raced away forgetting his bodyguard and leaving the other oriental man stranded at the restaurant. According to Shang-Da the cause of their Ulfric's fury was not the rats, but Anita's name had been heard muttered. Thankfully Rafael had seemed amused rather than offended.

Beneath the Circus of the Damned crawled more rats as the Weres were primarily used as the guards for Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of St. Louis. Jamil knew they were very competent but also by nature inquisitive. He often wondered if Rafael's offer of his people for protection was motivated by loyalty, money or just plain curiosity. He knew well that bodyguards were often ignored while they constantly watched their surroundings and absorbed every detail. The wolf pack, and vampires too, were probably a source of amusement often for Rafael.

At any other time Jamil himself might have been amused at his thoughts but not now. Because one of the rats he knew well, Lisandro who was a friend of the pack through Graham, had directed him not to Jean-Claude's suite of rooms but to Jason's room. The tall darkly handsome wererat had seemed reluctant to inform him that Jason had been injured by Richard and Jamil wondered if the other man had any suspicions of his own personal interest in the younger wolf. Had he been caught watching the blonde too closely, were his visits to check on the wolves loaned to the vampires too frequent? Jamil shrugged aside these musings as he approached Jason's bedroom.

He had turned the corner and he could see the small group hovering a discreet distance from the door. Jason was not one of them. A tall muscular woman hurried towards him and he thought relief showed on her face. Jamil grimly knew that Claudia's feelings were going to be misplaced. Rapidly the female wererat updated him on recent events and he listened closely without interrupting. He had a solid respect for the other woman and had learned a painful lesson in Tennessee from Anita to not think of any woman as 'just a girl' She blinked in surprise when his first question was to inquire on Jason's injuries. She looked over his shoulder, she was tall enough to do so, and shared a long look with Lisandro who had trailed in his wake behind him.

Slowly Jamil straightened and her attention swiftly switched back to him. Jamil knew he had perfected the art of slumping quietly behind the more visible presence of his Ulfric. After all a good bodyguard should remain almost invisible and he was very good. Now as Claudia stared at him, she seemed to be really seeing him for the first time and maybe she was. Jamil placed his hands on his hips and let her stare. His loose jacket and trousers, his 'Miami Vice' style of dressing had effectively hid his frame for a long time as well as concealing his weapons. He drew himself to his full height which was almost as tall as Richard's. His clothing choices had disguised that he had been working out steadily for the last couple of years and had stopped forgetting to eat regularly. The slender 'ballet' frame he had had when he first joined the pack had filled out to more muscles that rippled under his dark skin and for the first time in what seemed like ages Jamil let his "Alpha ness' unroll from him in a powerful wave. He felt the two rats close to him step away and in his anger did not care that he had finally revealed that he followed Richard because he chose to and not because he was submissive to him.

As Claudia and Lisandro stepped away Jamil felt another presence approach closer. He looked over his shoulder at the beautiful vampire. Jean-Claude's pale perfection was draped in black satin and a furry black ruff framed his face and the grace of his slender hands. One elegantly rose and softly touched his long black braids with their blue beads as the other man stopped next to him. His beast, that was for once close to the surface peeked out, it was attracted to the vampire whose animal to call was the wolf. His beast was often hidden, not as a dirty little secret like Richard's but as a big nasty secret that surprised the vampire next to him. He had gotten his wolf as an adolestant and as he grew into his boy's body becoming a man so had his wolf grown as well, secure and happy in its home of human flesh. But now it wanted to explore this interesting creature so close to them and when Jean-Claude's palm cupped his jaw the golden energy of his beast teased the cool hand touching them. The vampire drew in a shuddering breath he did not need and stared fascinated at the taller werewolf. Midnight blue eyes washed with power gazed into Jamil's that had bled into the amber ones of his beast and the master vampire delicately drew on the essence of Jamil's wolf. Jamil did not fight this, he respected the vampire and thought him to be a strong fair Master of the City, he knew painfully what a terrible one could be like. Jean-Claude seemed quietly surprised but pleased at Jamil' willingness to share a part of his beast and there was a wistfulness in the haunting blue eyes. Considering Richard inner conflicts, Jamil wondered if Jean-Claude regretted which wolf had joined the Triumverate. Or maybe the part of the vampire that bonded with its animal to call was hungry for the touch of wolves with only Jason truely willing to be relaxed and close to him.

At the thought of Jason, Jamil's expression hardened and the vampire sighed and reluctantly dropped his hand. Jamil was unhappy that he had momentarily forgotten his concern for the young wolf but grudgingly admitted to himself that Jean-Claude could be considered a compelling distraction.

"What's happening to Richard, why is his energy changing?" Jamil questioned, knowing his voice had the slight ring of demand.

Jean-Claude's face slid into blank coldness and he raised a haughty eyebrow. Jamil allowed his body to relax into its familiar slump as the two men hid again behind their masks.

"Unless I should enter the room and ask Richard myself?"

The vampire went still and blinked slowly at him. Jamil raised his own eyebrow in an inquiring manner, his face bland. With a slight moue of those sculptured lips, Jean-Claude began explaining Anita's new power base and how it was affecting all of them in the first Triumverate. He was unhappy at sharing this information but they both knew he would be even more upset with Jamil's alternative. There was a moment of silence when the vampire finished that stretched out between them. It was interrupted by Nathaniel's hesitant growly voice.

Both men focused on the leopard man towering over them. The huge cat paused and began to cower slightly infront of the two more powerful creatures. As Jamil gave him a reassuring rumbling growl, Jean-Claude's graceful hand began to stroke and pet Nathaniel. The younger man straighten and told them what had happened moments ago in the room. As Nathaniel talked, Jamil's gaze swept around and noticed that Claudia had withdrawn back down the hallway and Lisandro had disappeared. Smart rat.

As Jamil learned the details of the confrontation his body tensed. Jean-Claude's free hand grasped his wrist and he felt the soothing caress of the other man's thumb on the back of his hand. He knew the vampire was using some power to try and calm him but he did not allow himself to relax until Jean-Claude reassured him.

"I will try to talk some sense to your Ulfric while you see to our petit loup, oui?"

Jamil nodded and as he turned the vampire refused to release his wrist.

"Why?" Asked Jean-Claude quietly. "Why are you not Ulfric..if not here then somewhere else"

"I was once, but I destroyed my pack." Jamil said softly in fluent accented French.

Those slender fingers tightened around his wrist with surprising strength.

"It was in Baton Rouge."

Suddenly he was free as the vampire stepped swiftly away. Jamil lips twisted in a grim line as he watched the other man consider him warily. Most of the supernatural community in America had heard of the Master of Baton Rouge. His cruelty had been legendary as well as his battles of power with the Master of New Orleans. The smaller city had been crippled and weak with supporting the huge Kiss of vampires until the local pack had risen and killed every one of them. To this day no vampire dared to spend a night in that city. The victory had been great but the loss of wolven warriors devastating. And now the Master of St. Louis stared at the wolf those name was still whispered among the undead...Shadow.

He gave the vampire a small bitter smile, Jamil was not worried that everyone would now know what he had tried so hard to forget, for Jean-Claude excelled at keeping secrets. The other man gave him an elegant nod of his head and they both turn away.

"Nathaniel, do you want to help me find Jason?" Jamil inquired of the silent leopard standing close and trying hard to be invisible. He watched the young cat's gaze follow Jean-Claude, as in a swirl of black satin the vampire entered Jason's room to join Richard and Anita.

Jamil felt rather than heard the other's sigh. "I guess I'm not needed."

The werewolf slipped an arm around Nathaniel's furry waist and gave him a fierce hug. "She will always need you, Anita's just too stubborn to admit it."

A grin appeared with fur and fangs as Nathaniel slid an arm around the dark man's shoulders. Together they walked away to search for their friend. They found him in a guest room still in his wolfman form curled tightly against Graham's back in an exhausted sleep. Graham raised his head, peering out from under his fringe of black bangs at them in the dim lighting. The wolf who was awake was often found at the Circus as Meng Die's companion and blood donor. When he wasn't around the small slender oriental vampire he worked as security at Guilty Pleasures and Jamil had spent many hours training the other wolf himself. After a moment he settled back and relaxed to sleep as they entered, closing the door quietly behind them. Nathaniel sat on the corner of the bed as Jamil stripped off his clothes and removed his weapons.

In the light spilling from the bathroom he shrugged off his loose jacket revealing his shoulder harness with his black finished Glock 10mm, the short sword down his back and the twin throwing knives strapped snug in their sheaths on each forearm. Then he peeled off his blue silk tee shirt and kicked his Gucci loafers under the bed. Jamil carefully placed the blades on the bedside nightstand and slipped the gun under a pillow. Unbuckling his belt Jamil pulled it from his pant loops, checking the buckle to make sure that the hidden small shirkens were still secure, and curled the supple leather to rest on the nearby chair that his jacket was draped over. His cell phone joined it. He pretended not to notice Nathaniel's interested regard. The rasp of his zipper lowering sounded loud in the silent bedroom and his trousers slid easily down his slim hips and sleek muscled thighs. Standing in his silk bikini briefs he decided to leave them on, he was casual about nudity like most shifters but Jamil didn't trust himself around the blonde Were. Leaning down he felt his onyx ankh on its leather cord swing as he placed his foot on the mattress to remove his gun and ankle holster. He heard Nathaniel's growly chuckle.

"You have more weapons than Anita." Whispered the leopard.

"Who do you think got me in this habit?" Jamil grinned. "Just don't tell her, she will develop a weapon inferiority complex."

Jamil was glad to see the other Were stifle his laughter, his amused eyes glinting above his furry hand. He had always liked Nathaniel and again shame washed through him. Guilt that he had followed his Ulfric's orders and not stepped forward when the young man had been unprotected after Gabriel's death. Just one more thing to add to the list of things he had done wrong when he had come to St. Louis.

The first was to even come at all after wandering lost and broken inside for several years. He had either stayed alone and apart from other packs or joined and caused enough trouble that they were forced to throw him out. But Marcus's recruitment speech had been so believable as he listened to the older man's lulling voice. He had made the mistake of thinking the older wolf's age, experience and power made him a good leader and he might have been without Raina's influence. But how could he blame the other wolf for falling under her poisonous seductive spell when he had too. Jamil knew he had wanted the bitch's sadistic torment because her and Gabriel's hurting him had been a form of punishment he believed he deserved. He had not realized they had shielded him from what they inflicted on others and had dismissed the rumors as lies from the rabble rousers. Jamil had come to the pack shortly after Richard had fought for Fenrir and saw the younger man as a challenger too cowardly to fight Marcus but willing to lead half the pack into a civil war and let them die for him. When Richard had given him a second chance and offered him Skoll he had been overwhelmed with the Ulfric's noblesse. But even though Richard was a good man, he too had made mistakes concerning the pack and one of them was the young leopard infront of him.

He felt a furred hand touch his arm softly and Jamil was brought back from his thoughts of the past. Nathaniel's feline eyes looked concerned as the peered into his. The Alpha were gave the young cat a reassuring grin and growl. Jamil placed the smaller gun with his silvered blades and crawled into bed next to Jason and the bed dipped as Nathaniel followed. His hand slid the Glock along under the pillows until it nestled under his and then laid on his back with his arms folded behind his head. His hip brushed and rested against the curve of Jason's fur covered buttocks and felt the tail twitch and fan over his groin. Jamil did not trust himself to spoon around the younger handsome wolf or not to touch the thick tempting fur so his hands stayed trapped beneath his head and braids as he stared up at the ceiling. The fact the Jason was still furry was not a determent. All he would have to do was pull that furry ass tight against his groin and move the tail aside so he could slip inside the waiting warmth. Jamil's cock filled and fought against the restrictions of the thin silk before engorging enough to slide free and lay hard against his stomach. He was one of those men that looked better than average flaccid but when filled with heated blood his cock swelled to impressive proportions. And with Jason in wolfman form his ass could take the large man's invasion with little preparation. Jamil gritted his teeth at this tempting thought and tried to ignore his aching erection. He felt movement and rough velvet curled along his other side as Nathaniel tried to relax next to him. The sensation was not helpful.

The tense body beside him reminded him of a painfully tight coiled spring and Jamil tucked his chin to his chest to look at Nathaniel. The cat's eyes were staring unblinkingly at the bedroom door in the semi-darkness. Jamil removed his hand from behind his head to scoop the younger man closer to his side. His head bent as he whispered into the delicate twitching ear. "Relax, you can feel safe and sleep."

Nathaniel's eerie predator eyes glinting up at at him looked vulnerable in his furry face.

"I'm a lot harder for Richard to get through than Jason," was Jamil's quiet reassurance.

Jamil let the power and strength of his beast reach out and it ruffled over the short silky fur of the leopardman in invisible waves. Nathaniel shuddered and snuggled against his hard body and Jamil's arm encircled him. He stroked the luxurious pelt and felt the tense muscles slowly yield and loosen under his hand. Jamil's relief and satisfaction changed to dismay as Jason next to him stirred and turned to cuddle close to his warmth and power. His beast was happy but his erection flared fuller and seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. He breathed deeply to find some self-control and the musky scent of Jason and pack mixed with the sharp tang of panther. Jamil sighed, it was going to be a long night.



Several hours later a slight stirring woke Jamil from his light doze. He turned his head to see Graham sitting up in bed and their gazes met in the dim lighting. The muscular wolf carefully crawled over Jason to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to spend some time with my lady, it seems like you have everything well in hand here."

Jamil's eyes narrowed, he had Nathaniel and Jason both pressed tightly to him on each side and draped over him as his arms encircled them and his palms curled over their hips. Graham's gaze was perfect bodyguard blank as it looked down at him. Jamil acknowledged to himself that he had taught the other wolf well as he recognized that expression. He nodded and the other man crept gracefully off the bed to dress. As quiet as Graham tried to be his movements awakened the other two resting men. As they stirred sleepily Jamil smoothly removed his arms and casually stretched and slid them again under the safety of his head and hair. They followed his example and stretched as well. Their sinuous bodies arched and rubbed thick long fur on one side of him while silky short fur caressed his other side. His cock wanted to wake up and stretch as well. Jamil fought to quell it, he remembered Raina and was successful.

As Graham left the room with a little wave and neutral expression, Nathaniel sat up.

"I want to change and shower, I feel icky." The young man complained.

Jamil remain silent and didn't agree. The feel of Nathaniel's cock sticky with semen and female cum resting on his own thigh was something he had noticed but politely refrained from commenting on.

Jason nodded, his face looked tired and drawn even wolfy. Then he grinned showing his many sharp teeth as he said, "Whoa Nate, did you see that look on Richard's face when he saw you still inside her?"

"Yeah, I jumped away so quickly I thought I left something behind."

Jason started laughing at Nathaniel's reply until he gasped and grabbed his ribs. Immediately Jamil sat up and urged Jason into a sitting position as well. His long strong fingers ran through the thick fur of the young wolf's sides and probed his ribs gently.

"Why didn't you change to full wolf and change back to fully heal yourself?"

"I would have been healed but helpless while I was unconscious until I recovered, I preferred sore but functional with Richard on the rampage."

"Do you think Anita's alright?" Asked a worried Nathaniel.

Jamil calmed him. "We didn't hear gunfire and that's always a good sign around Anita."

He had been serious but both men chuckled. Jamil frowned. "Besides Nathaniel, I believe if anything bad happened to her you would feel it through your new link."

With Nathaniel's mind at ease the leopard focused attention on himself, it was obvious he wanted to get clean badly but offered the first shower to Jason.

Jamil saw Jason look around the room. "Hell, we're in one of the bigger guest rooms, trust me the showers are huge enough for both of us."

That was a mental picture Jamil refused to dwell on in his current state. In a flurry of fur, Nathaniel headed for the bathroom leaving the slower moving wolf behind. As Jason painfully tried to ease himself from the bed, Jamil groaned silently to himself. Rising gracefully he gently grasped Jason's arm and waist and assisted him off the bed and towards the brightly lit bathroom where they heard Nathaniel happily splashing over the sound of water. As they entered Jamil could easily see Nathaniel's sleek human form through the clear glass panels of the shower cubicle. The shower stall was huge, more like a small room than a cubicle thought Jamil, with multiple shower heads and seats. Nathaniel slid the door open and steam billowed out.

"Can you help me with him?" Asked Nathaniel.

Frowning, Jamil considered the pale slender naked man. Supple muscles coiled under the slick smooth skin but with his long wet clinging down his back and legs, the younger were had a helpless air surrounding him. Even in human form they were incredibly strong but Jason wouldn't change until he was in the shower and his wolfman form towered over Nathaniel now.

Jamil gave a long suffering sigh and Nathaniel looked confused. He would feel awful if the force of the change caused Jason to collapse. Nathaniel stepped toward them and reached out to support a shaky looking Jason which freed one of Jamil's hands to strip off his skimpy briefs. They joined the redhead under the heated pulsing sprays. Between them they steadied Jason so he could change before the steamy room could stink of 'wet dog'. Jamil felt the surge of supernatural power as the wolf's fur rippled and convulsed and clear thick goop washed down the drain to reveal Jason's lightly tanned smooth skin.

Obviously believing the two wolves would take care of each other, Nathaniel turned and moved slightly away to concentrate on shampooing his long flowing hair. Considering a swaying Jason, Jamil sighed again. It was so strange to see the exuberant young man this subdued. He directed the other man to place a steadying hand on the tile wall and and looked around for the soap. Spying some shower gel Jamil now searched for a washcloth, shower sponge, or one of those loofa crap thingys. Anything to use between his hand and Jason's wet slick skin. A silent snarl curled his lip when he noticed Nathaniel was using the only one. He considered darkly of grabbing it forcefully away but decided that would probably cause all his reassurances this evening to the young Were to go down the drain along with the soap suds.

With a silent prayer, Jamil lathered up his palms and kneaded the amber liquid onto Jason's muscled shoulders. Working down the sleek planes of Jason's back he tried to ignore the relieved whimpers the other man uttered as the tense muscles relaxed. His thumbs circled into the dip of Jason's lower back just before it swelled into the curves of his ass. Jason's made a low happy noise and arched for him and Jamil's gaze helplessly lowered to feast on the sight of Jason's muscled buttocks and the glimpse of his scrotum between his slightly spread legs. Jamil sternly redirected his attention to his task but then noticed with fascination the contrast of his dark hard hands against the lightly tanned warm gold of Jason's skin. Jamil failed to notice Nathaniel watching them with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Taking a fortifying deep breath, his lungs filled with the smells of herbal soap and clean wet flesh. Jamil dropped to his knees and started with the safety of Jason's lower legs. More shower gel was lathered on the bare ankles and sleek calves while Jamil's gaze remained stubbornly averted from the curves of Jason's ass so near he could lick the rivulets of water coursing over the taunt skin. The skin behind Jason's knees seemed sensitive because he shuddered as Jamil's palms smoothed over them. Using the excuse of squeezing more soap gel into his hands, Jamil fought the urging of his inner beast that wanted desperately to pin the smaller man against the wet tiles and bury himself into the tightness so temptingly close. His hard hands quickly skimmed over the back of Jason's thighs and barely brushed over his ass. Standing abruptly, Jamil suggested in a rough voice that Jason could wash his front while he washed the shorter man's hair. He had to repeat himself, Jamil wondered if the other man had dozed off under the warm water. He knew he would never be able to get a good night's sleep ever again, the feel and sight of Jason naked and wet would haunt his dreams for many long nights to come.

He swiftly washed the silky thickness of Jason's short hair and banished from his mind the fantasy of fisting it in his hands and slowly forcing Jason's head down to his groin. Jamil knew his self-control was reaching the end of the short leash he had over it. He could really live without the wererats needing to burst in to help break up another 'incident'.

Stepping out of the shower he quickly wrapped a huge fluffy towel around his waist, not even pausing to dry himself. When Jason followed him out, Jamil clumsily patted and dried him before wrapping him tightly in an equally huge bath sheet like a burrito. Nathaniel had been too busy trying to tame the unwieldily mass of his wet hair and was no help. He glanced at the heavy lidded sleepy looking blonde and urged him back into the bedroom for more rest, safely out of reach. He could not bare to watch the naked youth crawl back into the empty bed that had so much room for both of them.

Jamil gritted his teeth and fought for control over his beast and his own raging libido. Movement in the mirror caught his attention. Nathaniel was drying himself and every pass of the towel resembled a caress over his creamy skin. Jamil's beast offered a happy alterative to lustfully attacking Jason. He rapidly left the bathroom.

Wet footprints trailed across the deep plush of the carpet leading to the bed and next to it Jamil easily spotted Jason's discarded towel. Bright light spilled from the bathroom and the hum of a hair dryer filled the air but seemed to fade away as Jamil's gaze absorbed the sight before him. Spread on the dark sheets of the bed was Jason sprawled on his stomach. His muscled legs were splayed in artful abandon and Jamil clenched his fists and groaned. The noise must have disturbed the dozing young man for he made a sleepy mummer and shifted. Jason's knee raised further and Jamil saw the blonde man's balls and cock displayed between those tempting thighs.

Jamil prayed for strength or some sort of distraction and desperately hoped it would be answered. Soon.

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to be continued
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