I don't own The Night World or seek to profit from the ideas or characters that belong to another. The Night World belongs to the wonderful L. J Smith. I thank her for creating such a wonderful series that I can borrow for the use of my characters.
The characters in this story are fictional and any similarities to living people are accidental. As this story contains sex between males, you need to be of legal age to be reading this story and if you don't want to be reading about sex between young men you might want to stop now. Feedback is very welcome, as is anyone who is keen to pre-read or edit for me. All can be sent to me via the CONTACT tab on my profile. I hope you all enjoy!
Authors note: I am posting this same series on the Nifty website, both stories are written by me. It is also not illegal to write fanfic, as this is what this is. I am not seeking to profit or publish this at all and I am disclaiming the Night World as belonging to L.J Smith, all I am doing is borrowing the world, the idea and mention of the Wild Powers and Lord Thierry's name, the rest of the characters and plot are my own, I wanted to explore what was happening on the other side of the world in the Wild Power hunt. As the books in the series are based in America and there's little mention of what else was happening. Also to those have noticed, I apologise for the minor error or 2 that has popped up in the story so far, it has been a few years since i read the books, so will be fixing those up! But please continue to enjoy my characters and the awesome world L.J Smith invented that I am borrowing to tell my story.
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It was lunch time in yet another dull day at high school and I was standing down at the back of the school grounds, near a small grove of trees used primarily by smokers, drug dealers and couples hooking up. Tien and Jason were still in the cafeteria eating lunch. I'd come out to the small grove of trees to get some air and listen to the different sort of gossip smokers swapped around. As part of my cover I was smoking a cigarette, enjoying the rare sight and feel of sunshine in the middle of a London winter when my soulmate came to visit me.
"Hello." He said in my ear as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hello." I replied turning my head to kiss his cheek as I leaned back against him.
"You shouldn't be here." I warned him as I dropped the end of my cigarette on the ground, grinding it out with my shoe.
I felt him shrug as he kissed the side of my neck. "I don't care. I haven't done more then look at you all day and watch the other boys and girls eye you up. It drives me crazy"
I grinned amused by the possessive, passionate tone of his voice and by the fact he was never far away from me. His loyalty and habit of never being far away, watching, was something I found entertaining and touching. It was something Damien gave him so much shit for but he didn't give a damn. If you ever want to watch or bring on a shit storm hit on me, it's always pretty funny, although not for the person hitting on me.
I did a quick search of the small grove of trees, there was only the two of us and turned in his arms, wrapping my own arms around him. I knew it was risky but he'd come to me and I too always found it just as hard when we did these jobs that required distance. I kissed him, unable to resist it when his familiar face was in front of me. The soulmate bond opened up, fractured open by the blue lightening, but as we let it, it softened, retreating.
His arms tightened as he opened his mouth and kissed me back. I pressed against him, pushing him up against the back of a tree, as I kept kissing him, exploring his warm mouth and tongue; I ran my fingers through his soft, silky hair. He ran his hands up and down my back, pushing back against me. I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans and my own started to follow suit. I slipped my hands up under his jacket and shirt, stroking over his naked skin.
Lost in him and the hot kisses we were trading it took the quiet gasp of someone from over his shoulder that brought me back to reality. We were in a public place, on school grounds, and I'd backed him up against a tree. My hands had slipped down the back of his jeans, groping his ass as I felt cool air on my dick. His quick, clever fingers had my dick out and he was stroking me. I felt through our soulmate bond our hunger, my need and his surrender.
I pulled away from my soulmate's mouth, ignoring his disappointed sound as he started to scatter kisses down my jaw and throat. There was a small Asian witch standing a few metres away from us, surprise and apology on his tired chiselled Japanese face and in the sad brown eyes. He was a student I'd seen around the school quite a bit in the month since we'd been working here. I should have heard or smelled the witch before he'd got that close and caught us, but I hadn't and felt really defenceless, the predator in me wasn't happy, we should have been more aware but the soulmate bond was like that, blocked out everything else but your other half. The witch had been lucky I hadn't been fucking my soulmate outright because any time we got close enough to touch each other that's what usually happened and was going to happen.
I dropped my arms from around from him and stepped back getting a glimpse of his flushed, dazed face as he turned around giving the witch the same startled look I'd probably given a minute or so before. Cleary he hadn't heard the other Night World witch either and he hissed, blinking as his expression hardened, understanding sparking in his dark eyes.
With a glare at the witch he stalked off and I struggled not to laugh. If it wasn't for the witch's apologetic, weary expression I would have given in. My soulmate was pissed off 'cos he was still horny, but the witch didn't know that. My soulmate can look like a real mean, malicious bully when he wants to.
"Don't worry about him. He's just horny and now has to wait." I apologised to the witch feeling my soulmate's frustration.
I saw a faint understanding smile. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to catch you, I just want a smoke before class."
I grinned with a crafty smile. "He'll just have to wait till later."
"You're one of the new American guys aren't you?" He asked me as he leaned back against a different tree from our one, pulling a pack of Marlboro's out of his pocket and a lighter out of his jeans pocket. He offered me a smoke, which I accepted and lit the end for me, he lit his own, before putting the pack and lighter away. "But are you a werewolf or a shifter?"
"Yes, I'm Liev and I'm a lynx." I responded with a grin. "I know the foxglove and lily is misleading."
He managed a shaky smile back. "You're telling me it's been driving me nuts trying to work out what you are. I can see your tattoos,"
Foxgloves were a symbol used by the werewolves; lilies were for the rest of us shifters and I realised he must have some power if he could see under Tien's spell that hid my tattoos. I told him that I didn't want a lily tattooed on me, which was the truth. I mean can you imagine a guy like me wandering Scotland with black lilies tattooed on my skin? I mean I can take care of myself, but there's no reason to provoke unnecessary fights or get someone beaten up by my soulmate too is there? Plus the way I looked at it werewolves were shifters after all.
I wasn't the only one who saw it this way either, Chay had done the same thing with his tattoo and the necklace he wore. He'd told me there was no way he was wearing a fucking lily and he added it fucks with their minds; they can't work out what he is, werewolf or falcon. I agreed it is fun messing with Night World minds. Damien too liked roses better then the iris lamia's used. Damien had a bit of a romantic streak he never admits to usually but once he told me that he liked the beauty has thorns metaphor that a rose declared itself to be. He said a rose was the best metaphor he'd found for a vampire.