The standoff, agonizing. Crescent's hair shifts, picking up to one side as his eyes try to focus on the creature just a few feet away from him. He refuses to let it out of his sight, his burning stare making sure that it doesn't fade in the back ground. It looks like it will make a run for it when it has the chance. He isn't fast enough to keep up and everything he has hoped for will disappear. 

It rested its foot, standing silently, patiently as if contemplating its next move.

That large tail limp against the cool dirt, its head remains forward with an eerie posture, ears focused. The light from a lantern hanging above the wolfs head gives only half view of the stunning creature. A single distinct white spot on one of it's ears. The same white spots as in the picture. Crescent is sure that the wolf he's seeing is the one on Kisha's desk.

Crescent hesitantly reaches out his arm, his heart thumping violently in his chest. The air is empty as fingers curl to grasp only the image of the being. It's too big to fit. He can't reach.

Weakly, stammering his weight shifts by digging his shoes in the dirt. Crescent stumble forward, forcing his mind to remain clear, but he knows his danger. A risk taker in life grants him enough courage to give the beast his grace, but the questions of uncertainty make him faint of heart. What if this isn't Kisha? What if he's walking into the grasp of a monster?

Crescent doesn't care.

Dancing with death his entire life prepared him for this. 

"Hey..." He mutters gently. "Can I just say... I-I'm sorry about the campfire... I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you... I'm sorry about the lunchroom. The gym class and I'm so sorry about the trip..." His breath chokes as sadness turns his voice into a high pitch crack. The only thing he desires is to fix the situation between them, even if he's not genuinely sorry. Kisha's forgiveness is all that matters. This strained relationship, he grows weary of it and it's clear everything is all his fault; he'll accept it for now.

"I'm sorry about tackling you that one time a-a-and calling you an asshole. I'm sorry I've made you so uncomfortable!" A fickle thought that he's pleading to an animal who can't speak English, maybe not even understand a word he's saying. If this can't push the heavy from his heart then at least let these be the words he wishes he can say to Kisha.

"C-come here..."

A growl rocks the wind, delaying Crescent in stride. The bellowing profound aggression from feet away sends his hair to stand up almost instantly as he starts to regret moving within strike range. Reverberating off the trees, vibrating through him, the wolf snorts to clear it's nose, a thick tongue laps at the fur still stuck.

Crescent draws back his arm slowly, as the head of the beast turns to reveal those deadly large teeth. Its eye-locking within his, lip rising, a warning that he's pushing his luck.

"Fuck..." Crescent whispers, taking in a deep breath, pushing it through pursed lips before swallowing so hard he hears it inside of his head.

The intent, the difference in their worlds, he can feel it. An animal responding to uncertainty, to the weariness of humanity with a fear he can only imagine. Those times Kisha seemed unsure to take risks and expose the very things that maybe Crescent wouldn't approve of. Those times where he'd flinch subtly, withdraw or when his eyes bounced around baffled for an answer all come back to this moment.

"I'm not afraid... of you... You shouldn't be afraid of me." He lied, his body shudders from the unclear path he sets before himself. He can soil his pants from the nerves dancing in his stomach, throw up dinner, and pee himself all in one wrong move. The only thing keeping him sane is his desire to be on Kisha's good side.

The moments he shared with Kisha. The amount of comfort in Saikai's words and the truth Phantom put into his head. He knows Kisha can't easily hurt him. All of his life he's wanted someone to trust. Crescent isn't going to let go that easily.

"Please... Just come to me." Forlorn in his voice.

The wolf turns, Crescent's heart skipping a beat. He freezes once more, as that cold stare now drifts towards him.

As a monster in shadow watches children from the closet, the only thing he can see... It's mouth parting, tongue flicking violently, testing his bravery. Large paws leave indents in the soil, step after step bringing the massive creature closer. The pupils in its eyes are beady, shrouded by the glowing ice-blue iris that beacons in the darkness. This is Kisha beneath that facade of human flesh?

"I don't care if you hurt me." Crescent shakes his head. "Just don't hate me, dammit!" Crescent winces, the wolf now only a few feet away from him before it stops, and with those words leap, paws stretched out colliding with his shoulders.

It isn't until his frame slams into the cold soil, claws grinding on his shoulders, his weight plants in place that he realizes the sheer size of the predator. What it's like to be face to face with something that doesn't have reason, only instinct.

A sudden wince, unable to move, faint smell of strawberries and cream emitted from its fur and Crescents brought back to his certainty. Kisha often smells this sweet.

The growling intensifies, and thick slobber dripping from clenched teeth run a warm path against his cheek to his ear.

It's only inches away. Its breath is hot, smell of blood and fur hit Crescent's nose, forcing him to turn his head to one side. 

He isn't sure what's happening, but his shoulders ached as the wolf's nails dug deeper into his skin. The head lowers, its large muzzle pressing at his ear, sniffing sent shivers down his spine. It tickles. Like it's unsure of what to do with him. Snout moves down the side of his head to his neck, huffing.

It's jowls part and the breathing goes from nose to mouth. The only thing he can do is hope for the best and keep eye contact none. His heart beating as loud as the wolfs breath, electrifying his pulse as he tries to hold his breath.

"Don't hurt me..." The courage to speak in order to hide his fear makes his voice sound foreign.

But then as the minutes seconds trickle the weight of the animal quickly grows lighter, as warm digits unexpectedly strap his shoulders, sending Crescent to whip his head back towards the being. Hovering over him, panting with one eye open, Kisha's comforting but crooked features.

He's still growling, his eyes reflecting an eerie hollowness as sweat and dirt drips from his face. He's exhausted. His hair as loose as a wild man, pooled over his shoulders and back, brushing against Crescent by the force of the wind.

They both sat in calmness of the wind, staring into the eyes of each other, with Crescent perplexing and Kisha as if he can't tell what he was looking at. His eyes are searching desperately for an answer through Crescents features, lips quivering. Crescent's eyes fill with tears, a rush of emotions boiling into his chest.

It's Kisha. He knew it! The creature that sparks fear in the world. The suffering stories of Indigenous people and Wolves wanting to protect themselves. Hilla Cure's legend stands right above him most gorgeously.

A stray tear falls to his ear. 

"Kisha..." Crescent chokes. "Are you ok?" As soft as he can keep from startling, he utters. Kisha's eyes slow in their search until resting, narrowing upon Crescent lips. The familiar comforting scent, the tone of the human that ignites something within him. Kisha's found it... again. His growling ceases until heavy breathes pass his lips, drool moistening the bottom.

"Save... him..." Kisha swallows hard, the dryness in his throat forces a weeze. Under the dancing flame, his skin kissed with a pinkish hue. A blush that runs deep from his cheeks to Kisha's ears. Kisha raises his left hand, flexing fingers curl into a fist before exposed claws extract stiff, lashing out suddenly and jerking Crescent by the waistband. He turns the complying, shocked Crescent over on his stomach.

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Crescent tries to look behind his shoulder to see what's happening, but a grip at his waistband pulls him upward shift weight effortlessly to his knees. He releases a small oof~, enough to draw full attention. Wide eyes scan the ground a bit, looking for some kind of answer, Kisha's strength is undeniable. His pants tearing slightly causing the once snug fabric to now be a few inches bigger.

It's happening too quickly. Kisha's weight slowly molds on top of his, he could feel it... everything. The hard object shoved above his pants nudges him with every minor move. Now, coming to the realization that--

"You're nude?! Who the fuck are you saving naked?! Weirdo!"  Is the only thing he cries out, before a hand extends to his front, unbuckling his pants with eagerness. Kisha slices through his zipper, the tips of fingers grazing Crescent pelvis. He flinches, withdrawing from the sharp objects by pressing against Kisha harder, and Kisha complies releasing a deep and heavy sigh.

"No... Wait! W-what are you doing?! You have to be kidding me." His head whips back, one elbow slamming into Kisha chest, Kisha doesn't budge, in fact his weight is unbearable. Equivalent to a massive dense object smashing Crescent's small frame into the soil. The only thing he can muster up in his peripheral is that Kisha has suddenly rested his head on Crescent's shoulder.

"Kisha! W-wait!!... Uhhhnn..." His voice trails in a breathless whine when a cold grip devours his shaft, smearing dirt on his skin creates a bit of a sting, but it feels oddly good.

"I have to." Kisha whispers.

Crescent head bows with bliss. The sensation he isn't common with, startles his frame into complying. Kisha's rough, large hand clasp him firmer, starting to move in slow strokes. His hand nearly taking over every inch.

"You're not making sense, Ki--"

The tingling runs down Crescent's limbs. Top to bottom, patiently waiting for his answer. He didn't know his sensitivity had been high for Kisha's touch has him rethinking ever calling him over. Perverted fucking wolf!

"K-Kisha... Stooo-- Hyunnn...! I'm not... Ugh... Doing this with--" He inhales sharply, body beginning to respond as starts to become erect inside of Kisha's grip. Suffocatingly tight. He wishes Kisha will loosen his hand a bit. Why is this more exciting than anything he's ever felt?

The whole thrill of the situation. The intensity bouncing through him. The wolf's heavy breaths against his skin a moment ago. It all left an erotic muse that's now confirmed. He can't avoid it.

He wants more, but under these conditions, he has to hold back. Kisha has yet to talk to him and make any sense, that's worrying. There is always a point of no return before the body gives in to pleasure. As that hand ignites his senses the warmth of a large sturdy being dominating him so daringly close. The shifting muscles pressing against him.

Crescent tries to shift himself downward and lay flat in resistance, but with a small growl and forced fixing, Kisha locks him in place once more. Crescent pressed into submission his back arches in response. A long sigh drains from his parted lips. He wants to obey.

To keep his body from drooping again, Kisha's other hand secures itself around Crescent's stomach.

Being held in such a position, Crescent's shirt falls towards his upper torso, revealing his skin to wind chill. At his back, he feels Kisha's heated frame grinding on him, their bodies sticking skin like glue.

Soft, impatient, heavy pants on the back of his head, moving towards his ear tells him he isn't the only one enjoying this. Kisha burrows his face into the nape of his neck.

"In the woods. He's scared."

"Who are you talking about, Kisha?! You can't... You're doing this-- Uhnn... Ah-- Without my... Conse-- Ah!!--" Crescent digs his fingers into the dirt, digits extending before retracting like cat claws. His eyes chase to the back of his head in bliss. 

"Fuck. Get off me-- Please!"

The rush is taking over, driving him further into pleasure. He isn't even sure he makes sense anymore. Why is he denying this touch? It feels too good. It feels right. Kisha's grinding all of his sweet spots. 

With parted lips, and sharp inhales he begins to squirm, his waist burning for him to thrust inside of Kisha's firm grip, as Kisha rubs his own erection against his butt. Crescent tries to follow the rhythm; heavy dry humping, wishing that his clothing wasn't in the way.

A feeling he longed for is happening. 

"Are you even listening?!" Crescent cries out, but his voice pitches and sounds more like a feminine whine of pleasure.

"He needs me."

"We c-can't ugh~ do this... Mmmm~" A moan escapes as one of his eyes shut tightly. Kisha's hand clamps harder, Crescent brings his arm to cover his mouth, hoping to suppress his voice.

Rhythmic strokes grow intense, heeding his body's swelling desire. Kisha's head rises moving closer until their faces touch at the cheeks. Crescent couldn't keep up, Kisha's thumb starting to whirl around his tip, precum used to slather dryness between their skin give Kisha smoother control.

"I won't make it."

Crescent's being played as the string on a violin by the hands of a soft lover. Sensual, hard, demanding. He's on the verge of saying fuck it. Kisha's pushy desires aren't all that bad. He bit down hard on his jacket, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Ki-- Mmph--" He huffs. Their panting begin to match, but it's clear who has been enjoying themselves the most. A stray line of drool runs course from the corner of Kisha's mouth, plopping Crescent on the arm. Smirking soon turns into uncomfortable laughter trying to hide the pleasure that's driving Crescent insane. He's coming to his limit. Any more than this and Crescent knows he'd be climaxing within the next few minutes.

Kisha's other hand moves up his abdomen, the sweat resulting in friction until fingers meet Crescent's nipple. He squeezes a hand full of breast, and Crescent wheezes the last bit of air from his lungs once he feels the clawed fingertips dig into his skin. The pain is a welcomed kink. It sends shivers down his arm, Crescent turns his head to look at the closed eyes of Kisha. A hungry grunt shatters their unison breath, Kisha too is close to cumming. Crescent's glad that Kisha's enjoying the moment, no matter the weird conversation he's having with himself.

It's over--

"Stop!! Kisha!! Get off of him!"

A voice Crescent knows suddenly deathly shatters his euphoria, bringing him back from his perverted mind. His eyes instantly open wide, parted lips clamp shut and his thoughts switch to seem as innocent as possible. This is his chance! He isn't doing anything-- but he's caught in such an embarrassing circumstance. Crescent let's out a small cry of help mixed with a sob. 

Dammit! Reaching out his hand hesitantly from beneath the naked mass, pleading for help.

"G-get him off-- Saikai!"

Saikai kneels, grabbing Kisha's head and lifting it to look into his features. His rich ice-blue eyes now seems lifeless, distant and hollow.

"Saikai." Kisha whispers. "I can't."

He's burning up, mouth hung open without control. His fangs are slightly larger than usual which had been scraping the inside of his lips as a small amount of blood mixed in saliva run down to his chin. This isn't Kisha at all.

"I know, Kisha. You look awful." Saikai wipes Kisha jaw with his thumb, pressing his mouth close to save anymore from dripping out.

He's seen these blinded sexual actions after shifting, but they are only due to strong emotional feelings before the shift. Kisha must've thought Crescent was in danger to let go of his composure this much. It finally set in being so close to Crescent that everything Saikai had feared was true. It will no longer be just the two of them anymore. That burns.

"Ralp!! Instaya!! Fuchsia!! Over here! I got him." Saikai calls the rest of the gang. He can't help but feel disappointed as he watches his friend. Things he was trying to achieve for so long and then here comes a stranger unlocking doors Kisha refused to let anyone into. The instinct of the wolf is passionately undeniable.

Three more individuals come running from all directions, joining Saikai. Now there's an audience to watch Crescent in a more... Unpleasant light.

Ralp looks worried, crouching.

"He's ok boss Saikai," Ralp whispers calmly.

"I know. Help me move him." 

The others join, lifting Kisha from Crescent and laying him on his side, keeping all of their eyes off of his rearing predicament. Crescent immediately falls to his stomach, attempting to catch his breath. With his jeans undone, they had slid just below his underwear line, exposing the light blue spandex. The black emoji eyes of a smiley face sat for everyone to see.

Kisha's breathing turns shallow, his stiffened frame drenched in sweat, lips parted as his tongue barely hangs. The rise and fall of his chest near none to conserve energy.

Crescent turns over, sitting up, but his knees are drawn upward. He looks around at the figures above him puzzled. Ralp at Kisha's side, covering him with the sheet they stole from the inn. The other two trying to make sense of what is happening and Saikai with hands on his hips, drowning in unspoken words.

"He's not a monster." Saikai let out a heavy sigh as he spoke. He wants to convince Crescent, just in case false statements of his best friend makes their way into the school.

"And I take it you're not going to go around spilling shit, either?"

Kisha seemed obsessed with what was happening in the forest a few hours ago. He was pacing back and forth for at least thirty minutes before without much warning, he told Saikai he would be back and he left by jumping off a second-story balcony. Saikai now realized he had somehow known Crescent was in danger. It seems Crescent has a way of attracting life-threatening situations. This is going to be more annoying than he had anticipated.

"I know." Crescent weakly calls back to answer both of Saikai's concerns. His voice dips in tone, unsure if anyone will believe him anyway. He'd seem crazy and that isn't an image he is going to fall under. Knowing Kisha's secret now he feels more inclined to protect him. He attempts to fix his clothing, brushing dirt from his shirt first before catering to his pants. Awkward being caught with his pants unbuttoned, a raging boner that doesn't stare shy even in their presence. Maybe no one will notice. He pulls on his shirt, stretching it to cover his boner.

"He left the inn some time ago, but I wasn't aware that he'd shift. He was desperate. Another idiotic move. I know you think that that's Kisha, but... Crescent I warn you when he's in that form he can hurt you. Don't think his calm personality is going to save you. An animal is still an animal."

Crescent gasps.

"T-there was another wolf!! He killed it! Was that a human too? We need to go check." Crescent disregards Saikai's attempt at a warning. It isn't that important anyway.

"No, it was a normal wolf. Instaya checked it out. Didn't you just hear anything I said?!" Saikai's a bit irritated.

No...

Instaya is a funny name. A tall light-skinned male with solid black eyes and a mean glare stands a few feet away. His arms crossed above his chest. He sighs, looking towards Crescent before slightly rolling his eyes.

Crescent nods, trying to ignore Instaya's attitude. If he was dressed he'd let him know he doesn't tolerate smartasses. Instaya, Ralp... and Fuchsia who approaches him squatting. Fuchsia has short black hair, no longer than his ears. His big round eyes are the color fuchsia. A piercing on his lip and eyebrow. He seems to be very edgy and a bit gothic.

"So, you're the one that's got boss panties all tied up." Fuchsia looks over how frail Crescent is. This toothpick can't hold a candle in a real battle.

Crescent awkwardly moves when Fuchsia's eyes dart toward his unbuttoned pants, studying his condition with wandering eyes. It's rude and a bit unexpected.

"Yeah... He is..." Saikai interrupts.

"Should we tell him?" Fuchsia answers back.

"Sure." A small sigh from Saikai. "That day that drew you to him was because of his influence, Crescent. Kisha has supernatural abilities. Never felt the same after the park encounter, right?"

Crescent looks down. Influence. 

"So all this time... I was forced to like him?"

"No. Influence only lasts the moment it's released. It's like pushing the future or uncovering a hidden chest. You're going to find it eventually. Your emotions fed off of it, but your thoughts are your own... just what you'd feel... later."

"So... What's happening now?" Crescent sounds perplexed. What i all this wolf talk? 

"Listen, dammit! I'm not explaining it again to you, blockhead. For now, stay away from him. Cancel what I've said earlier. If you need to relay anything to Kisha go through Ralp. He's the only one willing to put up with you. That small guy with black hair, Ralp. Right now, you're not safe around Kisha." Saikai's tone is serious.

"Wait... What are you talking about Saikai? I just learn he's a fucking wolf. Not just any wolf. A huge black fucking wolf! He just tried to blindly molest me for whatever reason. You want me to stay away knowing all of this information? I have so many questions..." Crescent shakes his head.

"Just for a little while, idiot. Until Ralp confirms the passing of his fever. Stop being stubborn. Don't be alone with him. You won't be able to satisfy his sexual appetite. He won't control his impulses." Annoyed by Crescent's daring attitude, Saikai rolls his eyes. Stupid individuals meddling in Kisha's life without an understanding of their consequences will always get under his skin.

"He has been holding back for so long. Partially that's my fault for that night... But he's inexperienced."

Crescent doesn't argue back. He scoffs, looking towards Kisha. He's suffering and now Crescent has to stay away even longer. He doesn't want that. He wants to know everything and ensure Kisha knows his secret is safe. It's bad enough he has been in a school full of criminals. Now, there's wolves walking the halls? What else...?

Ralp will lightly smile, sensing Crescent's hesitation.

"Don't worry, boss Kisha will be alright... Crescent. He usually perseveres through all endeavors. I love that most about him." Ralp says to help the situation.

Crescent nods in agreement; however, it isn't enough. That still doesn't answer anything. Saikai waves his hand at Instaya and Fuchsia, who lift Kisha and carry him away from the scene. Saikai leaves shortly after, with Ralp lagging. He approaches Crescent, sitting next to him.

Ralp leans over to give Crescent a small sniff.

"You smell good at least."

Crescent draws back, face contorting in disgust. He's met enough crazies in the school. He hoped some of them would be decent. Ralp looks as normal as normal gets. The invasion of space by a stranger feels uncomfortable and shocking.

"Don't worry. I won't bite you. Oh and give me your phone. I can send you my number."

"You're a wolf too....?" Crescent raises his eyebrow, digging in his pocket, and handing over the device to Ralp.

"Uhm..." Ralph hesitates to answer. "That's rude."

Ralp hands Crescent back his phone, climbing to his feet and taking in a deep breath, his arms stretched out. He let out a small giggle before tilting his head to one side, biting down on his bottom lip.

"You only smell good because you're letting off an aroused aroma. Got a weird thing for wolves? It's a shame that they bite more than they lick."

"You think I was out here jacking off?" Crescent's defensive tone sparks Ralp laughter, suddenly jogging after the bunch in the distance.

"T.M.I, Mr. Bride!!"

Crescent sighs. Weirdo. His head sinks, resting on his knees as he hugs himself from the cool wind. He watches Ralp until the short male disappears into the distant darkness.

He raises his hands, cupping the back of his neck. Saikai's a fool to think he will heed a warning without saying what it is... What he doesn't know won't hurt him or will it?

((A/N

Wolf's out of the bag...? Finally! Took 21 Chapters. Too long? How's the story flow so far? 

I know this is a long chapter. 

But, let's get to the facts...

According to him, Crescent is the least bit scared, but what dangers will he face as he's interested in seeing Kisha... alone...

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