Full Moon Family Pt 02

Thank you so much for stopping by! Here we have chapter 2 of Full Moon Family! Similarly to chapter 1 this story is a gay romantic drama with mentions of supernatural elements but no actual werewolves. 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 2

August 2029

Night of the Full Moon

The noise that night was unbearable. The echo of multiple howls punctuated occasionally by harsh yips and yelps a rang out for hours. Aric stood at the window staring out at the dark forest. There was too much noise, this was weird. He'd never heard a full moon like this one. A soft knock on his door made him jump.

"Yeah?" he said quietly.

Claire cracked the door open.

"You doin' alright hon?" she asked.

"I guess so," he said with a shaky sigh.

She pushed the door fully open and stood next to her tall son, wrapping an arm at his torso.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" she asked. Aric shook his head. "Come on hon, get into bed. It's late," Claire said.

She turned Aric towards the bed and got him settled under the blankets.

"I'm worried, mom. It's so loud tonight. It sounds like there's a bunch of wolves out there," Aric said softly.

Claire climbed onto the bed next to her son. He put his head in her lap, and she stroked his hair slowly.

"Darin will be fine, sweet boy. He can hold his own," she said. "He may be a little guy, but he's huge in his wolf form."

"I know," Aric said. "I hate this."

"I know, hon," Claire said quietly. "Just try to sleep. He'll be home in the morning."

Claire continued to stroke Aric's hair slowly, just like she used to do when he was young and feeling sad or stressed out. She continued until he fell asleep on her lap, his breathing deep and even. She leaned her head back against the wall and looked out the window, listening to the howls and yips, silently worrying until her eyes slid closed.

Day After the Full Moon

It was just after 6am, the sun struggled to push through the stubborn clouds that had trickled rain all night. The forest was misty and silent until a harsh cry of "ARIC!!" echoed through the branches, breaking the silence and sending birds scattering from their perches in the trees.

The scream was hoarse and rough, with a sob behind it. Aric jolted up and was across the room in seconds. His mother sat bolt upright on the other side of the bed where she had fallen asleep.

"Darin?!" Aric shouted.

He didn't bother to pull on a shirt or shoes as he ran to the door. Wrenching open the locks on the back door he flung it wide to find Darin hobbling forward holding a bundle in his arms.

"Help me!" he shouted. His skin was streaked with mud and blood, which ran from his nose down his chin and neck. "Come grab her, I can't..."

Aric ran forward, barely noticing the damp ground beneath his bare feet, and took Darin up into his arms along with the wrapped bundle.

"What the fuck is happening Darin?" Aric asked panicked, his breath fogging in front of him.

"Darin?! What's going on?" Claire yelled from the porch.

She had pulled on a robe to fight the early morning chill. Pulling on her gardening boots quickly she whisked down the back porch stairs. Darin let out a sob as he pushed the bundle into Aric's arms.

"Mom..." Darin sputtered as his eyes rolled back and he fell heavily forward.

"Fuck! Fuck! Mom here, can you take..." His shout trailed off as he glanced down at the bundle. A small girl was there, wrapped in one of the blankets Darin kept at his wolf camp. "Shit, mom it's a little girl," Aric said.

"What?! Here give her to me," Claire demanded. "Is she alive, what is happening?"

"I dunno, I dunno, just..."

Aric held out the girl to his mother with one arm, while trying to support Darin with the other. Claire cradled the girl in her arms holding her close. The girl shivered and whimpered slightly.

"Get her inside, I'm right behind you," Aric instructed. He crouched down and hoisted Darin's heavy frame up into his arms. "Come on pup, wake up," Aric muttered as he followed his mother up the back porch steps.

"What happened?" Jim asked as he hobbled down the hallway.

"We don't know Jim. Darin just showed up with a little girl and then passed out," Claire said.

"What in the..." Jim trailed off as he watched Aric, face a mask of panic and devastation, carry Darin inside. "Darin? Is he?"

"He's just passed out," Aric whispered desperately. "God fucking dammit."

Aric took Darin to the sofa and laid him down. His skin was cold and clammy, so he pulled the knit blanket off the back of the couch and tucked it around his husband. He turned and checked the wood burning stove.

"Here, Aric, I'll get a fire going," Jim said. He handed Aric a warm moist towel for him to clean up Darin's face. "Claire, sit down before you drop that girl."

Claire nodded her arms shaking with the weight of the child in her arms. Jim got the fire going in the small stove, and it gradually began to warm the room.

"This blanket is soaked; can you get her a dry one Jim?" Claire asked as she shifted in a rocking chair by the stove.

Jim nodded and hobbled as quickly as he could to the linen closet in the hallway. He returned with a dry, warm quilt. Claire held the little girl close to her as she unwound the dirty, wet blanket from her small frame and wrapped her in the warm dry one. The girl seemed to relax a little as the soft warmth wound around her.

"There now, doesn't that feel better?" Claire murmured quietly. "Poor sweet girl."

Claire rocked in the chair, holding the girl close to her. She looked worriedly over at Darin.

"Pup? Darin, come on, wake up," Aric said, his voice cracking slightly.

Aric had rubbed some of the dirt and blood off Darin's face and was brushing his hand through his hair now, dirt and twigs falling to the floor.

"Wake up, pup," Aric said shakily. He kissed his cheek, his temple, his cool lips. "Come on Darin."

He rested his forehead lightly on Darin's for a second.

"Aric," Darin croaked out.

"Fuck," Aric sobbed. "God, fuck, I thought you were dead."

He scooped Darin up, clutching at him.

"It's OK, baby. I'm OK," Darin rasped.

He weakly tried to grasp at Aric, who pulled back and wiped his hand roughly over his cheeks.

"What happened last night pup?" Aric asked.

"Where's the kid?" Darin asked.

"She's fine, mom has her, there," Aric said pointing to where Claire rocked slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Good," Darin sighed, then groaned.

Aric ran a hand over him lightly.

"What happened?" he asked insistently.

"There were other wolves. New wolves in the area," Darin said, his eyes closing briefly. "They've been around the last couple months, like I told you."

"Aric!" Jim's voice had a tinge of surprised reprimand to it.

"I didn't want to worry you," Aric said quickly.

"They're only passing through," Darin sighed. "But they were gonna kill her."

Claire gasped and held the small girl closer to her.

"Why would they do that pup?" Aric asked gently.

He had started stroking his hand over Darin's dirty hair.

"She's small, the runt. Couldn't... she couldn't keep up; they left her behind. I found her just before her brothers came back to finish her off for fun. Fought 'em, they ran off," Darin said his voice getting softer the more he talked.

"Jesus," Aric muttered. "Are you OK pup? Were you hurt?"

"Some scratches, bites, I'll be alright," Darin said. "Just so tired."

"It's alright pup, sleep. Get rest, we'll take care of her," Aric said. He pressed a kiss to his temple.

~~

Hours later Darin woke to the sound of giggling and splashing. The sun had finally broken through the wispy clouds and was streaming through the front windows, although the curtains were lowered enough that the light didn't shine on his face.

His entire body, though warm from the sunlight and blanket, ached in a way it hadn't for a long time, grimly reminding him of the years he had spent fighting his siblings and parents during full moons on the compound. He grumbled a bit and looked around.

The knitted blanket that covered him was one that Claire's grandmother had made. He tsked knowing it was irreplaceable and likely now stained with mud and blood. Aric sat in an armchair near him, slouched low in the seat, snoring slightly from his crumpled position. Darin pushed himself up, eliciting a groan as his body protested the movement. He took the blanket off carefully, inspecting it for stains.

"You're awake," Aric said stretching.

"How could you use this blanket? It's an antique Aric," Darin said folding it gently and placing it along the back of the couch.

"I thought you were dying pup, I didn't really give a shit about a blanket," Aric said standing.

"Where's Callie?" Darin asked.

"Who's... oh is that the kid's name?" Aric asked.

"Yeah, she didn't tell you?" Darin stretched and groaned at the aches in his back.

"She hasn't said much. She's mostly talking to mom," Aric said.

There was another splash and a little amused cry as Claire and Callie giggled in the bathroom.

"Mom got her to take a bath," Aric said.

"I could use one too," Darin stood shakily.

Aric was next to him immediately.

"I don't know how long she'll be. She seems to be having a lot of fun," Aric said.

"I'll use the shower in our cabin," Darin said. He took a careful step and sighed out a long breath. "God, it was rough last night. I haven't had to fight like that in a while."

"Are you really alright?" Aric asked, wrapping an arm at Darin's torso.

"I really am. Just sore," Darin promised.

"I'll tell mom we're going out to the cabin," Aric said.

Darin nodded and slowly began to walk through the kitchen to the back door while Aric reported to Claire through the closed bathroom door. Aric hurried back to Darin and helped him down the short flight of stairs leading off the porch and into their cabin. Once inside, he pulled Darin to him in a careful but firm hug.

"I was so afraid that I lost you," Aric muttered into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I scared you," Darin said.

"Come on, I'll help you."

Aric escorted him to the bathroom where he stripped off the filthy boxers and T-shirt. The bruising, bites, and scratches that marred his body sent a rising wave of anger through Aric.

"What the fuck?" Aric grumbled out.

"You should see the other guys," Darin said with a tight smile.

Aric frowned as Darin twisted the knob for hot water. He sank down onto the closed toilet lid waiting for the hot water to come.

"I feel like I could sleep for an age," Darin said. "This is worse than when you hit me with your pickup."

Aric snorted and began to strip off his clothes.

"Planning on joining me?" Darin raised an eyebrow.

"I was, unless...you don't want me to?" Aric said pausing his stripping.

"No please do," he said with a sleepy grin. "I could use the company."

Steam began to rise from the shower, so Aric finished taking off his clothes and the two men slipped past the crinkly plastic curtain into the stream of water.

"Oh my god," Darin groaned. "This feels amazing."

Aric cupped his face and kissed his lips tenderly. He grabbed the soap, rubbed it between his hands, then began gently lathering it over Darin's battered body.

He started at his chest, swiping away the blood, revealing shallow scratches and bite marks along his neck. His torso bore one deep set of cuts clearly from claws, but it was healing quickly thanks to his werewolf blood. Aric went to his knees, soaping up his legs, ankles and feet.

Darin sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth as Aric's hands brushed over his ankles. There were deep bite marks there.

"From the youngest brother," Darin said when Aric looked up at him. "A literal ankle biter."

Darin smiled but Aric's eyes were dark with rage. Darin traced a finger over Aric's tense jaw.

"Don't baby," Darin said. "Please, don't worry. I'm fine. I'll heal fast."

Aric grumbled and went back to carefully washing his husband. He put the soap away and rinsed his hands before pulling the shower head from its holder and running it over all the soapy places on Darin. He sighed contentedly, leaning against Aric.

Once the shower head was replaced, Darin washed his hair and face quickly, then turned leaning back against Aric. Now that he was clean and had rested a little, the familiar sexual urge had started to build inside of him.

Darin would be lying if he said watching Aric wash his entire body so carefully, so lovingly had not been a turn on. His cock had started to thicken as Aric's soapy hands worked over his skin and he had noticed Aric's own arousal as he worked. Even as he discovered more bruises and injuries, and his anger had grown, it had not been enough to quell the swelling of his dick.

Aric's arousal pressed on Darin's back as he gently kissed along his shoulders. His strong hands traced carefully down Darin's torso, tickling the skin as they went, further awakening the need in the werewolf.

Darin made a quiet growling in his throat as they swayed slightly. He ignored the twinging pain in his ankles, turned his head and pulled Aric down to his mouth. Their lips met and his tongue pushed forward insistently. Aric opened his mouth immediately, his own tongue coming forward to twist around Darin's, tracing the sharp points of his teeth.

Darin growled more loudly now, deep in his throat and Aric moaned pressing his erection harder into his back. He turned the smaller man around quickly, so they faced each other and pressed his cock to Darin's rolling his hips slightly. Darin's tongue plunged deeper into Aric's mouth, and he went up on his tiptoes snaking his arms around the taller man's neck.

"I love you, Aric," Darin growled when he paused his kissing.

Aric's hips writhed forward with a groan.

"I love you so much, Darin," Aric confessed.

He pressed his mouth to Darin's again, his hands traveling down to his ass pulling the cheeks apart, he circled one fingertip around Darin's tight hole.

"Hhhh yeah," Darin moaned.

Aric grunted and rolled his hips against him again as he pressed his finger forward carefully. He pumped it in and out for what seemed to Darin like an eternity.

Finally, Aric turned Darin around. He bent forward; arms pressed against the wall. Aric slid his cock through Darin's crack slowly spreading his dripping precum over his length. His fingertips pressed into Darin's hips.

"Oohhh, fuck Darin," Aric moaned. "You get me so fucking hard."

"Yeah?" Darin gasped out. "Fuck me then."

Aric panted as he pushed his swollen head into Darin's pleated hole. He groaned deep in his throat as it popped in sliding forward, deep into his husband.

"Ahhh, Aric, yeah, god," Darin groaned.

He pushed back roughly onto Aric's cock. Aric pulled out almost completely then thrust back in with some force, his balls slapping against Darin's.

"HHahh, yeah! Ughn fuck me!" Darin whined.

He was overwhelmed by two conflicting feelings, absolute arousal, and complete exhaustion. Usually, he would sleep at his wolf camp until about 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon then come back well rested and ready to fuck the rest of the day away. But today things had gone a bit off the rails.

"Oh, fuck, god, pup. You're so tight," Aric groaned. He began to pump into his husband in long, hard, fast strokes. He gripped one shoulder hard as his breathing turned to desperate pants. "Jesus! Fuck! I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, baby, ughnn, yeah!" Darin moaned.

Aric pounded forward with a shout, his cock spurting into Darin. He panted as he pulsed, rolling his hips slowly as his orgasm began to ebb away. He slid out of Darin and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, curling around him for a moment.

Then Aric turned the panting Darin around again and sat him down on the little bench seat in the shower. Darin leaned back, his eyes half lidded and glazed with lust. His cock twitched and dripped as the steaming water began to lose some of its heat.

Aric closed his lips around the tip of Darin's cock. He let out a quick gasp, one hand raising slowly to the back of Aric's head. His mouth slid slowly down Darin's steely length, taking it deep into his throat. Darin's hips pushed forward just slightly as Aric's nose pressed to his abdomen.

"Aaahhh, yeah, Aric," Darin groaned.

Aric brought his mouth back up Darin's cock, pressing his tongue hard at the underside. His cheeks hollowed at the tip as he sucked enthusiastically.

"AH! Fuck! Aric!" Both of Darin's hand twisted into Aric's hair pushing him back down over his throbbing dick. "Hhee yeah, make me cum! AH! Yeah!"

Aric began bobbing up and down Darin's length quickly sucking, dribbling, and choking on his cock. Saliva and precum gathered in Aric's mouth. He let it swish around freely, allowing it to messily drip down Darin's shaft and curl around his tightening balls.

Darin's hips began to rock upward. His pointed teeth gritted together as he thrust hard into Aric's mouth, bruising the back of his throat. Aric's eyes teared as he gagged on Darin's cock. A wash of warmth flooded him as Darin gripped his hair, savagely fucking his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, baby, I'm so close. I'm -- Fuck! I'm cumming!!" Darin cried out.

He pushed Aric's head down as his cock burst with his orgasm. He growled as the hot creamy spunk sprayed the back of Aric's throat. He swallowed hard and Darin twitched at the feel of his husband's throat moving around his cock. He thrust forward once more as his dick spurt again.

Aric held it in his mouth moving up and down the length of Darin's pulsing cock. He growled and whimpered as Aric sucked him dry and swallowed down every last drop he gave him. Panting hard, Darin untwisted his fingers from Aric's hair and lay back against the cold shower wall. The water that beat down on Aric's back had turned lukewarm and he was starting to shiver.

"Let's get out," Darin said sleepily.

"Yeah," Aric said, pecking a quick kiss to Darin's lips.

The men got out of the shower and had barely dried themselves before Darin crawled naked into bed curling up under the blanket.

"Stay with me, baby?" Darin asked, his eyes sliding closed.

Aric hesitated thinking of his mom in the house with Callie. He brushed a hand over Darin's damp hair.

"Let me go check on mom and Callie," Aric said. "Maybe, alright?"

Darin sighed sleepily and nodded. Aric planted a kiss on his temple before closing and locking the door securely.

Callie jumped a little when the back door opened. She hopped off the chair she had been kneeling on and ran to Claire tucking herself between the woman and the stove.

"Oh honey, it's OK. That's my son Aric, remember. He won't hurt you sweet girl," Claire said. She handed Callie a bag of chocolate Kisses. "Here are more Kisses. Think you can finish up the rest of 'em for me?" Claire asked, pulling a sheet of cookies from the oven.

"Yes," Callie whispered.

She made her way cautiously back to the table where two trays of warm cookies were cooling and started pressing the chocolate candies in their centers. Aric rubbed at the back of his neck, not really sure what to say to a kid. He decided on something easy.

"These are my favorites," Aric said smiling a little awkwardly at Callie.

She smiled cautiously back.

"Mine too," she whispered.

Aric leaned down and smiled genuinely at her.

"Thanks for baking," he said quietly, trying not to spook the girl.

She blushed and looked back down at the cookies, with a tiny smile.

"How's Darin?" Claire asked, turning from the dirty dishes in the sink.

"He's alright," Aric said, straightening up. "Sleeping now, healing quick as usual."

"That's good," Claire said with a sigh of relief. "What a morning, huh?"