Chapter 6 Marcus #3
“It would make it much easier to date you if you lived closer to my pack.” Marcus took another bite of his steak and leaned forward. “And I have every intention of dating you.”
“Very funny.” Warren rolled his eyes, but he didn’t look like he found it amusing any more.
Did he think this was some kind of joke?
“I’ll have a recruiter get in contact with you.”
“You’re actually serious.”
“One hundred percent.”
Warren put down his burger, wiped his hands on his napkin, and leaned back. “One great fuck is all it takes to get a job with you?”
“For you, yes.” Marcus grinned. “You’re special.”
Rather than look flattered, the compliment seemed to make Warren draw in on himself. Marcus tried to course correct.
“I know it must seem weird to you, but there’s a reason you smell so good to me. We’re compatible.”
“Let’s talk about something else,” Warren said, still looking uncomfortable. He glanced around, like he was searching for a new topic. “Do you have any siblings?”
“I do,” Marcus said. He still didn’t understand what he’d said that had made Warren look so discomfited. “Two brothers. Steve and William. Steve is a police officer in Fort Plainslac, while William works with me. He’s actually here with me on this trip. How about you?”
Warren relaxed, Marcus’s willingness to change the topic seeming to put him at ease. At the question about siblings, he brightened.
“I have a little sister. Her name is Vivian. She’s getting her undergrad degree at Cal, doing pre-med and some sort of chemistry major that I don’t really understand. She’s a junior.”
Marcus knew that from the initial background check he’d had done.
“Are you close?”
Warren nodded. “Pretty close. It’s just us two. Our parents died when we were really little, and our grandma, who raised us, passed away a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Warren shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m just glad I have my sister. What about you? Parents still alive?”
“My mother is alive, she lives in Anchorage, but my dad passed away less than a year ago.”
Marcus decided not to mention that his brother’s mate had killed him after an attempted rape. There were some family secrets that you waited until at least the second date to reveal.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
Marcus shrugged, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of his father.
He hadn’t thought much about him since he died – his brain shying away from anything that reminded him of him – and bringing him up now made him feel guilty all over again for not taking action sooner when his father’s descent into madness became obvious.
If his dad had been in his position, he wouldn’t have thought twice about knocking Warren out, stuffing him in a bag, and bringing him back to Alaska in his carry-on. The realization made Marcus feel ashamed of how seriously he’d been considering doing the same.
He did not want to be like his father.
“Let’s change the subject again,” Marcus said, making a joke out of his discomfort.
Warren laughed. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?” He took a big bite of his burger.
“What’s it like being a student here?”
Warren finished chewing before answering. Marcus grabbed the second beer from the ice bucket and opened it, taking a sip straight from the bottle.
“Here, as in the city Spellerview, or here as in Spellerview School for Business?”
“Either one.”
Warren shrugged. “I like it. It’s not exactly the liveliest place, and there’s not much going on culturally, but the school is good and they gave me a good scholarship. Rent isn’t too bad, either.”
That tracked with Marcus’s impression of Spellerview. A small city, dwarfed by its much larger neighbors, with a burgeoning business district that had yet to support any kind of arts or cultural scene.
“What about you? Are you here for business?” Warren asked.
“I am. One of our companies wants to buy a patent owned by Spellerview Tech. They’re being difficult, so I’m here to convince them to play nice.”
“And how do you do that?”
Marcus grinned, launching into an in-depth explanation of exactly how he went about bribing, cajoling and threatening the dean and board members of a university to do as he wanted them to.
Warren stared at him with rapt attention, laughing incredulously when Marcus explained how he’d threatened to expose the dean as a furry if he didn’t convince the university board to vote for selling the patent.
“How did you know he was a furry?” Warren asked.
“I could smell it on him.”
“Really?” Warren leaned forward. “What does a furry smell like?”
“I’m just kidding. I saw him looking at furry art on his phone before our meeting. He must not have realized that there was a mirror behind him and that I could see what he was looking at.”
“That’s so mean,” Warren said, laughing and eating a French fry. “What would you have done if you hadn’t seen him looking at furry art?”
Marcus shrugged. “Beaten him up.”
Warren rolled his eyes. “You would not.”
“Probably not,” Marcus admitted, grinning. “I would have negotiated. In the end, that’s what we ended up doing, anyway. I don’t think I got a better deal than I would have if I hadn’t mentioned what he was looking at.”
“So, you didn’t explicitly threaten him?”
Marcus shook his head.
As a werewolf, he had to walk a fine line in how he interacted with humans. Threatening them and bullying them into doing what he wanted might work on an individual basis, but that kind of behavior would quickly have the full force of humanity united against him.
Marcus could hold his territory against the combined packs of North America just fine, but a conflict with the human world would be a much tougher battle. The last war between werewolves and humans had ended in a stalemate, and that war was a state of affairs that no one wanted to see again.
“I’m glad. You shouldn’t bully people.”
“What if I like bullying people?” Marcus asked, reaching his foot across the floor and nudging Warren’s ankle.
Warren blushed and looked down. Marcus nudged his ankle again.
“Well?”
“I guess you should just bully the people who don’t… mind it,” Warren said, his breath hitching when Marcus slid his foot up the inside of his leg. Marcus stroked his foot up and down before moving toward the boy’s inner thigh.
Warren stopped breathing.
“Are you one of those people?” Marcus asked. He was having fun. Warren's reactions were so delightfully innocent.
Warren shook his head, gasping when Marcus pushed his foot between his legs. He grabbed it, clutching Marcus’s foot between his hands and holding it still. Marcus let him.
“Maybe…” Instead of pushing Marcus’s foot down from between his legs, he started kneading it, giving him an unexpected foot massage.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Marcus had intended to use his foot to tease Warren’s cock, but the feeling of Warren’s fingers kneading his arch was so good that he changed his mind.
“Is that something you’re actually into?” Warren asked after a moment of silence, his thumbs digging into the underside of Marcus’s arch like magic.
“A little,” Marcus admitted. “I like to be a little mean.”
Warren licked his lips, his face red as he stared down at Marcus’s foot in his lap. It took a while before he spoke.
“I don’t really have much experience with that kind of thing.”
Marcus smiled. “I can be nice, too.”
Warren shot him a disbelieving look, and Marcus laughed.
“I admit, I got a little carried away tonight.” He tilted his head. “Was there anything you didn’t like?”
Warren paused his fingers, thinking about his answer for a moment.
“No.” Warren resumed his massage. “It was intense, but it never got scary.”
Marcus let out a breath of relief. Warren shot him a look from beneath his lashes.
“Do you really have a playroom?”
His tone was one of skepticism.
“I do,” Marcus said, not volunteering any more information.
“And you… what? Dress up as a dungeon master and spank people in it?” Warren asked. He was blushing even harder than before, and he barely managed to look at Marcus for more than a second after asking the question before moving his gaze down to Marcus’s foot again.
Marcus smiled wide enough to show off his canines, letting the grin speak for itself.
When he looked up and saw the grin, Warren went beet red.
“Really?” he sounded incredulous.
“Do you want to see?” Marcus asked, hoping that Warren would take him up on the offer. “I have pictures on my phone.”
Warren hesitated, conflicted, but then he nodded. “Sure. I mean, if you want to show it to me.”
Grinning wide, Marcus withdrew his foot from between Warren's legs and grabbed his phone. He got up from the table and walked around to where Warren was sitting, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder and looming over him.
Pulling up the locked folder in his gallery, he scrolled until he found a picture of himself in his playroom that wouldn’t make Warren want to run away.
Any pictures that had other people in them, Marcus scrolled past. He didn’t need Warren to see those, and it wasn’t like he’d be sleeping with any of those guys again.
He also scrolled past the pictures where his more intimidating toys and dildos were on display.
Finally, he found a picture of himself standing in front of the breeding bench in the corner of the room.
The picture showed Marcus dressed up in classic leather gear – black breeches, knee-high boots, vintage motorcycle gloves and a short-sleeved leather shirt – holding a riding crop and grinning menacingly at the camera.
Moving the photo to his regular galley, Marcus exited the locked folder and handed the phone to Warren.
“This is my dungeon master getup.” Marcus squeezed down on Warren’s shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Warren stared at the photo with wide eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, a trail of drool leaking down his chin. He wiped the drool away with the back of his hand, trying to play it off like it hadn’t happened, and handed the phone back to Marcus. “Yeah. It looks nice.”
Marcus walked back to his seat, a cocky strut in his step.
Seeing Warren go starry-eyed over his leather gear was a good sign. A very good sign.
The two of them were going to have so much fun.
“If you ever want me to dress up for you or roleplay any specific scenarios, just let me know. I love to get creative in the bedroom.”
Warren looked utterly overwhelmed by the offer. He nodded. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind,” he squeaked.
Marcus was enjoying himself so much. He leaned back in his chair, subtly flexing his pecs and lifting his arms behind his head, folding his hands behind his neck with faux casualness.
“What would be your first request?”
Marcus’s question was met with a blank stare.
“What?”
“If you could pick any kink or fantasy to play out with me. What would you pick first?”
Warren grimaced with embarrassment and buried his face in the crook of his elbow. “I don’t know.”
His voice was muffled.
“Sure you do,” Marcus cajoled. “It doesn’t have to be anything weird or overly kinky.”
“I don’t know!” Warren insisted, still hiding his face. Despite his embarrassment, he looked like he was having a good time. Marcus was pretty sure he was smiling into his elbow, and his voice sounded more scandalized than upset.
“Fine. I’ll go first.” Marcus lowered his arms and leaned his elbows on the table. He spent a moment thinking about what to say, letting himself be inspired by his recent foot massage. “I’d like you to sit under my desk and worship my feet while I worked.”
Warren lowered his arm and shot him a dismayed look.
“Your feet?”
“Sure. I like the idea of you down there, wanting to suck my cock but having to make do with my toes.”
When he put it that way, Warren suddenly looked a lot more into the idea. Marcus took note. Warren didn’t seem to have even a hint of a foot fetish, but he seemed to respond very well to bullying and maybe even humiliation.
It was fine. Marcus had the rest of their lives to figure out exactly what made Warren tick.
“Your turn.”
Warren hesitated, his gaze lowered, before he carefully suggested, “Maybe we could roleplay cops and robbers?”
Marcus huffed out a laugh. The way he phrased it was adorable.
“I take it I would be the cop in this scenario?”
Warren nodded, blushing again.
“And you’d be the naughty robber I had to punish with my big nightstick?”
Warren nodded again, swallowing noisily and wiping his mouth.
“That could be arranged.” Marcus smirked, imagining it. “I’d enjoy manhandling you while I arrested you and put you in cuffs.”
If Marcus was being truthful, uniforms were not one of his kinks – even less so since his little brother became a police officer – but if it made Warren happy, he would gladly put on some tight breeches, knee-high boots and mirrored shades and show the boy a good time.
Maybe he could even get some nice boot worship out of it, if he played his cards right.
“What else do you like to do for fun?” Warren asked.
Marcus let him change the subject without objection. It was obvious that Warren had reached his limit for talking about his own wants and desires in the bedroom.
“I love to go camping in the woods, especially on the full moon with my pack. We run together, eat and have a good time. It’s amazing. How about you?”
“I like to play video games and watch TV.”
Warren said the words like he was issuing a challenge.
“I like video games and TV, too. What’s your favorite game? And what console do you use – or do you use a computer?”
Warren blinked, looking surprised at the answer.
Marcus resisted rolling his eyes. Had Warren thought that he would look down on him for liking the most common ways to relax known to mankind?
Marcus might be an outdoorsy type werewolf, but he still liked his creature comforts and human-made entertainment.
“I have a PlayStation Four. My favorite game is Skyrim.”
“I haven’t played that. I’m usually a first-person shooter kind of guy. We should play together for our next date.”
Warren grinned. Whether it was because he was being asked on a second date or because he liked the suggested activity for that date, Marcus couldn’t tell.
“That sounds fun.”
“It’s a date,” Marcus said, grinning wide. He checked his watch. “It’s still pretty early. Do you want to watch a movie together?”
He would have liked to have more sex, but he could tell that Warren was tired. Sitting together on the couch and cuddling while a movie played in the background was a decent substitute.
“Sure. Here?” Warren looked over at the couch and large TV on the other side of the room.
“Unless you want to go out?”
“No, here is good.” Warren rose from his chair. “Though we should get snacks. Do you think they have popcorn?”
Marcus laughed, standing up and walking with Warren over to the couch. He pulled him under his arm and gave him a squeeze.
“I’m sure they do.”