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Full Moon Family Pt 01

Full Moon Family Pt 01

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Thank you so much for stopping by! Hey, remember in Full Moon on Friday when Aric hit a wolf driving up to his parents cabin in the woods, which turned out to be a hot guy? Well they got married! This is the first chapter of a 3 part story of Aric, Darin and their family.

This is a gay romantic drama with mentions of supernatural elements but no actual werewolves. There's a little bit of blood, a little bit of rough sex. If those thing bug you, give this a skip. Everyone involved in sexual situations is well over 18 years old. All characters are mine. I hope you enjoy!

Full Moon on Friday: Full Moon Family

Chapter 1

August 2029

Full Moon in Two Days

"Hhhhaa, yeah," Darin groaned.

His hard cock slapped against his abdomen, swishing through the sizable puddle of precum that had dripped there. Aric hovered over him, face slicked with sweat, teeth gritted as he grunted.

Darin's wrists were gripped tight over his head pinned in one of Aric's fists. His other hand was pressed behind Darin's knee, pushing it into the mattress. His throbbing cock slid in and out of Darin smooth and fast.

"Fuck, Darin," Aric panted as his hips rolled madly into his husband.

"Cum in me, Aric. Yeah, fucking cum in me!"

Darin's back arched off the bed, his pointed teeth gritted together. One hand wrenched from Aric's grip and curled into a claw at his shoulder. He dragged it diagonally across Aric's shoulder roughly as his cock erupted, sending streams of cum up his stomach.

"Ahh, fucking hell!" Aric shouted. He pulled his unspent cock from Darin. "Oww, dammit Darin," Aric said, dragging one hand across the long scratch marks that stretched from his shoulder over his left pec.

Darin flushed a little, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Sorry baby," Darin panted out.

Aric sat next to him on the bed, inspecting the scratches as his erection slowly deflated.

"Jesus, these are deep," Aric grumbled as the scratches started to bleed, trickles rolling from each scrape.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry!" Darin said sitting up quickly, going to his knees to inspect the scratches down Aric's shoulder. "I didn't mean to; they were sharper than I realized."

Darin glanced down at his nails as if they had betrayed him.

"Darin, I told you, you can't do this shit so close to the full moon. You can't control yourself as well," Aric said.

He pushed up from the bed roughly and went to the bathroom, retrieving the rubbing alcohol and bandages from a cupboard. Darin felt a flash of anger that he tried to quell. He sighed deeply as he regained control of himself and drove his hand quickly through his hair.

He snatched his t-shirt from where it had been tossed a while ago and used it to swiftly wipe his stomach clean. Then he popped up out of bed and followed Aric to the bathroom where he pressed a towel to his wound.

"Aric I really am sorry," he said slowly. "I did sort of loose it. Maybe... maybe we should go back to the cuffs and stuff."

Darin stared at the ground; his face flushed beet red. Aric regarded him in the mirror as he continued to apply pressure to the scratches. When he glanced down and saw the bleeding was slowing, he sighed slightly, tossing the towel on the counter.

"C'mere, pup," Aric said quietly.

Darin walked towards Aric, as the taller man turned and opened one of his arms. He enveloped him in a warm embrace and planted a kiss on his head.

"At least it's not in a place mom and dad will see," Darin offered.

"Yeah, at least there's that," he said with a chuckle. "Listen pup, I know you hate the cuffs. But if you can't control yourself, what other options do I have? These fucking hurt, and not in a sexy way," Aric said as he gestured to the scratches.

Darin nodded and fought against the anger roiling up in him. The desire to snap back, and say mean things, was always so strong around the full moon.

"I feel you tensing up," Aric said quietly. "You getting mad?"

Darin took a deep breath.

"I'm reining it in," Darin said.

He pulled away from Aric and picked up a clean cotton ball dousing it with alcohol. He started dabbing carefully at the scratches, while Aric gritted his teeth at the sting sucking in a hard breath.

"Sorry," Darin grumbled, then blew gently on the slashes, cooling the burning sting.

Darin finished dabbing the cuts with alcohol then pressed a clean sterile bandage over the wound taping it into place. Aric brought a hand up to Darin's face, stroking a thumb over his cheek. Darin turned his head, nuzzling into the palm.

"I am though, I am sorry," he said, suddenly desperate for Aric to forgive him.

"I know you are pup," Aric said huskily. "What you should really be sorry for is this raging case of blue balls. You ripped into me before I could cum."

"Oh, shit! Then I'm really, really sorry," Darin said, his eyes darkening seductively as his hand traced down Aric's stomach to his half-aroused cock.

"Gently pup," Aric breathed as Darin stroked a hand over him.

"I'll go gently baby," Darin promised.

He fought against the deep urge to rough him up, to rip off the bandage and drag his tongue along the scratches. He growled instead, loud, letting his chest press against Aric so he could feel the vibration of it.

"Ah, god Darin," Aric moaned.

He turned, pressing his lower back to the bathroom counter, hands gripping the edge. Darin's fingers danced over his cock as it eagerly dripped with anticipation. He brought his other hand to Aric's aching balls, massaging them gently. He twitched and groaned at the touch.

Darin pressed his fingers over Aric's taint, rubbing rhythmically. All the while, he held back the feral creature that prowled in him. Aric whimpered his eyes closed, head falling back as Darin's fingers twisted around the tip of his cock, swiping up the moisture that flowed almost constantly.

"Yeah, ohh fuck, hhhhnn," Aric panted as Darin's hand stroked up and down his hard shaft. "Don't stop, fuck, don't stop! Faster!"

Darin increased his pace, still holding back his ferocity, growling continuously, pumping rapidly up and down, twisting his wrist as he circled the head. Aric's hips bucked along with the stroking, his balls beginning to pull close to his body.

"Darin, I'm gonna cum! Please! Yeah! Fuck, hhhgggnnn AHAH!" Aric thrust his hips forward as his cock spurt into Darin's hand. "Oh, fuck!"

Aric shuddered as Darin continued to stroke slowly over his sensitive glans. Darin grinned watching Aric's face contort from desperation to pleasure, thighs quivering as the stroking slowed. Aric opened his eyes slowly, as his panting breaths evened out.

Darin brought his hand, covered with Aric's cum to his mouth and licked up his palm. Aric bit his lip watching him. Darin didn't break eye contact as his tongue slipped between each finger sucking them clean. He went to his knees and lapped up the mess on Aric's cock, grinning at his gasps and twitches.

"God, I love you, pup." Aric pulled Darin up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too baby," Darin said.

~~

Full Moon in One Day

Darin sighed roughly and stared out the window. He hated the drive up to his in-law's cabin. The winding road made him carsick even if he was sitting up front and looking through the windshield. What's worse is the winding road got most intense when there was no horizon to focus on.

Darin could handle highway driving and in town driving because there was always a far-off point to focus on. But once the winding mountain road began there was nothing but close-range switchbacks causing his stomach to roll violently.

These roads also brought back several not-so-great memories of all the time he'd spent alone up in these mountains. He knew he was lucky that it had been Aric who had hit him that night five years ago. It easily could have been some macho hunter type that would have left him for dead or finished him off completely. Moreover, Darin had known that Aric was his fated mate as soon as he saw him. He hated the idea of having a fated mate and thought, or hoped rather that maybe it had skipped him, since he was gay.

His old working hypothesis was that it was a reproduction thing and since he couldn't make babies with another man maybe he didn't have a fated mate. But once he laid eyes on Aric something had ticked over in his brain, his heart, his whole being. Even in his wolf form he had recognized him for what he was.

"Darin, you ok pup? Want me to slow down? Maybe stop for a break?" Aric asked.

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Darin glanced quickly at Aric causing his stomach to lurch unpleasantly.

"How much longer?" he asked quickly.

"Maybe 30 minutes, if I stay at this pace," he said glancing quickly at his husband.

Darin's face had taken on a pale greenish hue. Darin blew out a quick breath.

"I think I need to stop," he said. "Sorry baby."

Aric shook his head as he slowed the pickup and eased to the shoulder.

"Not a problem pup," Aric said.

Once they had come to a smooth stop Darin popped his seatbelt and opened his door quickly. He leaned out, resting his elbows on his knees taking long slow breaths. Aric unbuckled his own seat belt, then reached over and rubbed Darin's back slowly.

He could feel the tension in his back and shoulders, but there weren't any hiccups or random heaves, which was a big improvement over the last several trips. Darin had tried for a long time to make the entire drive without stopping. Aric was embarrassed to admit that he hadn't even noticed Darin's struggles with motion sickness for months. It was an awful mess when he'd finally realized how carsick Darin actually got.

"I need to get out and walk a little," Darin said easing himself off the seat.

He stood by the door for a second, gripping the armrest getting his bearings.

"Hold up, Darin," Aric said.

He hopped quickly out of the cab and went to Darin's side, putting an arm around his waist.

"Come on you don't want to be this close to me right now," Darin groused, wiping a hand over his sweat slicked forehead.

"Aww, it's not as bad as last month," Aric said.

Darin paled further, pressing his lips to a thin line. After reading an article online that said eating a good meal before a trip sometimes helped with motion sickness had failed so thoroughly Darin vowed never to believe anything he read on the internet ever again.

"Please don't talk about that right now. Not helping, also so fucking embarrassing," Darin said.

Aric chuckled.

"Well, we did learn getting a big brunch before heading up the mountain was a terrible idea," Aric said as he led Darin down the shoulder of the small mountain highway a bit.

"I said not to talk about it," Darin said shakily.

"Sorry pup."

Aric smiled and pressed a kiss to Darin's sweat moistened temple. Darin took slow deep breaths and gradually the color started to come back into his face. They stopped at the edge of the forest, looking out over the wooded area admiring the view of trees as far as they could see. Aric glanced at Darin, happy to see a little color in his cheeks again, a small smile on his lips.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yeah, a bit," Darin said. "How long is it to walk from here? I hate the thought of getting back in there."

"Too long pup," Aric kissed the top of his head. "It's steep and too twisty."

"Oh, I know how twisty it is." Darin looked out over the trees. "We should go I guess."

"Want me to slow down?" Aric asked as they shuffled back to the pickup.

"I don't really think it matters," he said, with a shrug.

"Is it a werewolf thing?" Aric asked.

Darin scoffed.

"Plenty of normal humans get carsick Aric," Darin said.

He sighed as he climbed back into the pickup's cab. Aric went around to the driver's side and slid behind the wheel.

"I know that lots of people get motion sick. It's just...you're the most hypersensitive motion sick person I've ever met," Aric said. "You get sick on the way to the grocery store, pup."

"I'm not that bad," he grumbled. Aric grinned at him. "I've always been this way. Before my family fucking shunned me, we didn't really leave our compound much," Darin said.

"How did you make it across the country if you get so sick in cars?" Aric asked.

Darin shrugged and shuddered as the pickup pulled out on the road.

"I invested in large amounts of those doggy poop bags and just kept them handy," Darin said. "Most people were chill about it. The ones that weren't would just drop me off right away."

"Hmm," Aric said concentrating on driving as smoothly as possible for Darin. "I guess we're never going to Paris then huh?"

"What?" Darin asked.

"Paris, like we talked about a few months ago. I was saying how we'd never been on a honeymoon. You suggested Paris. If you get this sick in a car though, I wonder how you'd fare on a plane," Aric said.

Darin stared out the window as his stomach started rolling again.

"I want to go," Darin said. "Maybe I could try those motion sickness pills, or don't they have those glasses now? Or those pressure point bracelets? Maybe all those things would help."

"I don't want you to be miserable for ten hours on a plane. That's the worst," Aric said.

"Yeah," Darin agreed. "I dunno, we'll see I guess."

He took a deep breath. Aric glanced at him. The color was draining from his cheeks again.

"Only a few more minutes now pup. Maybe 15, 20 at worst," Aric assured him.

"Fuck," Darin said.

He glanced down at the glove compartment quickly and popped it open.

"I can stop again Darin," Aric offered.

"We literally just did. I just want to get there. We've already stopped so much anyway," Darin said, a wave of guilt joining the roiling nausea in his stomach.

Darin and his issues with motion sickness usually ended up adding at least an hour to the drive up the mountain. He pulled out the package of sick bags they had started stocking in the glove compartment and opened one up.

"Come on pup, I'll just stop," Aric said.

"No, we're nearly..." he took another deep breath, and swallowed hard. "Nearly there."

~~

Claire looked up at the rumble of her son's pickup truck. She watched as Darin pushed open the door and slid out of the passenger side. He walked toward the edge of the driveway, by the trees and leaned forward hands on his knees, a bright blue bag clutched in one hand.

Aric hopped out next, moving quickly to Darin's side blocking the view of him from the house. Claire's heart warmed at his care for his husband. His hand rubbed over his back slowly. After a few moments Aric moved away from Darin. He had taken the blue bag from him and was leaning into the passenger side tucking it away.

Darin was now standing upright, his head tilted back, hands planted at his low back, clearly taking some deep breaths.

"Jim! The boys are here!" Claire called down the hallway.

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"Alright," a creaky voice called back. "Did Darin make it all the way up the mountain without making a mess of himself?"

"Hush Jim don't embarrass the poor boy," Claire called back. Jim came unsteadily down the hall, one hand braced on the wall. "You OK hon?"

"I'm fine Claire," Jim smiled. "I just gotta take it slow."

Aric knocked once before opening the door.

"Mom, dad! We're here."

"Come in boys!" Jim called. "Just moving slow today."

"Dad, you OK?"

Aric came through the cabin quickly to escort his dad the rest of the way to the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, just a little stiff today," Jim said.

"Hey," Darin said quietly from the door.

Claire walked over to Darin and pulled him into a careful hug.

"Hi sweetie," she brushed his hair off his forehead. "You feelin' OK? How was the ride up the mountain?"

"The usual," Darin admitted.

"Oh, darlin'," Claire said sympathetically rubbing at his back.

She wasn't as sensitive as Darin was, but she also didn't enjoy the winding roads that lead to their cabin.

"Can we get you anything?" Jim asked.

He gripped Aric's arm as he made his way across the room to greet Darin.

"I think nothing right now is best," Darin said.

"Maybe some water pup," Aric said. "You didn't eat or drink anything today."

"Darin!" Claire scolded.

"I didn't want to get sick!" he protested.

She dragged him to the kitchen and pushed him down into a chair at the table.

"If you're going to do that you need to come up earlier. I hate to think of you going into your transformation without the proper nutrition."

Claire started to pull a loaf of homemade bread from the bread box and set a kettle on to boil. Aric got his dad settled at the table.

"Where's your cane dad?" Aric asked.

"Left it in the bedroom by mistake," Jim admitted.

Aric rolled his eyes. He cupped Darin's cheek for a second. Color dotted the apples of his cheeks, and a genuine amused smile had spread across his lips.

"You alright, pup?" Aric asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm good baby," Darin said smiling up at Aric.

Aric pecked his lips.

"I'll get your cane dad," Aric said.

He gripped his father's shoulder carefully for a moment before turning towards the hall to his parents' bedroom.

"This is sourdough, sweetie. So, it should go down easily. Our neighbor Diane makes it as a hobby and brings us her extra loafs," Claire said. "You eat once slice of this and if you're feeling alright, I'll fry up some bacon for you."

"You don't have to do that, mom," Darin said.

"Oh, hush now," Claire said.

Darin smiled.

"I had a man come up and reinforce the little place you and Aric built out back there," Jim said. "Put in the chains and steel doors like you suggested."

Darin nodded.

"What about on your place dad?" Darin asked.

"Yup, but you've never bothered us before, I don't really see why it's necessary," Jim said.

Darin looked down at the familiar kitchen table finding his favorite patterns, tracing them with his eyes. He would be forever grateful to this family for accepting him as he was; werewolf and all.

Understandably, they'd had a hard time believing it at first, until they witnessed it themselves. He hated that they had seen his transformation, he had been terrified that he would hurt them, had naturally assumed he would. But he didn't. It seemed that even in his wolf form he recognized these three as family, blood bonded, not to be touched.

"It's not me I'm worried about," Darin said.

Claire glanced up at that just as Aric returned with his father's cane gripped in his hand. He stared down at his phone, typing quickly with his thumb.

"All good?" Darin asked, watching Aric's face as he typed.

"Yeah, just some work stuff. Nick had questions," Aric said as he slid the phone back into his pocket.

"Psh, of course he did," Darin said with an eyeroll.

"Oh! Darin, I wanted to show you what I did," Jim said as he struggled from his chair, leaning heavily on the table, limping towards Aric.

"Dad, come on!" Aric said annoyed, rushing to meet him before he could tumble over.

"Here, here. Look at this."

He took his cane from Aric and presented it to Darin. Where there used to be a curving wooden handle there was now a gleaming silver wolf head, that looked remarkably like Darin's wolf form.

"Dad," Darin squeaked.

"That's gorgeous," Aric said.

He put a hand on Darin's shoulder. Darin had a hand over his mouth and tears balanced on the rims of his eyes.

"Now I have both my boys with me all the time! This cane made for me by my beautiful boy." He pressed hand to Aric's cheek. "And now Darin's stunning wolf head tops it!"

He smiled widely presenting it like a little kid showing off his own creation.

"That's so...I'm... it's beautiful dad," Darin sputtered out.

"Ah, thank you," Jim said.

He put a hand to Darin's cheek and kissed the top of his head. Claire slid a plate with a piece of lightly buttered toast and a cup of tea in front of Darin.

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