"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." (Anaïs Nin)

WILL'S POV

I'm scared, and it isn't a pleasant feeling, nor a feeling I'm used to, being a quite dangerous predator myself. This time, though, the threat is real and I feel like a prey. A huge, way too visible prey that cannot hide from its predators to save its life.

"Are you sure?" Oliver asks me through our mental link.

"Positive. They are everywhere, Oli! I saw them entering the forest, dozens and dozens of poachers. I think they planned a massive hunt. I ran as fast as I could to warn you"

"Shit! We can't shift back, then. What should we do?"

Please, Oli, I think while looking at my beautiful lover. Don't panick. You're always the one who manages to keep calm regardless of the gravity of the situation. What shall we all do, if even you are losing control of your emotions?

"They will be there very soon, Oli" I press him, feeling more and more agitated as minutes go by.

"You shouldn't have come, Will. Now you're in danger, too" he starts passing and I grab his arm, forcing him to stop.

"Stop being silly. I would never be able to live if something happened to you" I admonish him, even though he is a Beta, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

A soft whine suddenly makes me look back and I see Renan, curled up into the furthest corner of the cavern, looking slightly frightened, but not as much as he should be. Guess he met shifters before, or at least suspected their existence.

"So, in lack of better terms, we're fucked" Oliver concludes grimly. "Even if we're in our human form, poachers aren't stupid, and they will be suspicious of two naked men standing in a cavern in the middle of the forest. At least Renan has a chance"

"I wouldn't bet on that" I reply grimly. "Apparently they are getting quite aggressive and even went as far as to forbid humans to go to the forest or any other wild places.  Every person disregarding the new interdiction is now automatically suspected of being shifter-friendly or shifters themselves. Of course, officially, they didn't mention shifters and argued of other reasons for the law to pass, but I can't remember what they said"

"Doesn't matter, if nobody is protesting" Oliver sighs, gripping his hair like a mad man.

"I have an idea, Oli. It might work"

I quickly exposes him my plan and at first, he looks at me like I've grown three heads, before admitting that my idea is our only chance.

"I guess you're right, Will. If they see us making out, they might think nothing of us being naked. Hopefully, they will be prude or homophobic and will run away as soon as they see our dicks"

"Yes, and at least it would make our lack of clothes less suspicious"

"Okay, then" he concludes before gripping my shoulders and lowering us both on the ground. He then grips my neck and starts kissing me slowly while his other hand caresses my trembling thigh. As things are quickly heating up between us, despite the looming threat, my lover suddenly raises his head and calls up:

"Renan?"

I turn back to see that the scrawny guy hasn't moved and is now looking at us with a half embarrassed and half aroused expression. I smirk, and he immediately scowls, before looking back at his laps.

"Renan, did you hear the conversation between Will and I?" he asks again, his tone very patient and gentle.

I have to say, I'm really curious about what Renan has been telling to Oliver, during all these days when he thought he was talking to a wolf. What a funny guy, to choose a wolf for his new confident! A funny guy, or a lonely one, I guess. I know that Oliver hasn't learn anything about what happened to Renan. Yet, he somehow seems to better understand him now, at least he no longer describes him in harsh terms.

"Renan?" Oliver asks again in a slightly firmer tone, which would have made my cock twitch if the situation hadn't been so dramatic.

"Yes?" Renan eventually says, his voice hoarse. "Yes, I have heard everything you've said", he immediately clarifies, as Oli raises his eyebrow.

"Perfect. I guess you have a lot of questions, but please save them for later, once we're in a safest place. Now, I'm sure you understand that we're all in danger. You trusted me as a wolf, can you trust me again, in my human form? It's still me, Renan"

"I - I trust you" Renan eventually declares and I sigh in relief.

"If you do trust me", Oli resumes, "I would like you to join us now. You look too scared and the fuckers will suspect it's just an act. Don't worry, we won't do anything you don't want us to, just come sit between us and try looking a bit more - erm, excited"

After a few excruciatingly slow seconds, the chick eventually gets up and starts walking toward us, looking at me with a wary expression.

"I might be the bigger one but trust me, you don't want to be in the same room as Oli when he is pissed" I tell him, and winks, making Oliver scoffs.

"You're gonna scare him even more, idiot. Sit down, Renan. We ain't gonna eat you"

"... Yet" I mentally add, snickering when Renan cautiously sits down between the two of us, doing his best not to make any skin contact but I'm having none of that, as I pull him closer so that he is almost sitting on my laps, his clothed back against my chest and his legs resting on Oli's thighs.

You better be in control of your wolf, Oliver warns me using once again our mental link, or I will smack your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for days"

I just ignore him and instead start tugging Renan's shirt, asking him with my sweetest voice if he can please remove his shirt – but maybe I'm not being very convincing, as Oliver raises an eyebrow at me, as if saying "Duh"

The guy doesn't reply and, I start feeling a bit bothered – because seriously, now is not the time to have moral principles – if there's ever a good time for that. Yolo.

"What, did you not have a shower since last time we met? Is it why you desperately want to keep your clothes on, chick?" I challenge him with a huge, sickly-sweet smile.

I'm pretty cunning, because the chick, apparently no longer scared of me, suddenly raises up his arms and removes his shirts, throwing his shirt away before hissing in an angry tone:

"Here! Happy, now?"

"Very" I purr, and he blushes, making me want to tease him further, which I start doing because frankly, I don't care much for Oli's threats, especially since his spankings aren't so bad.

I lightly caress Renan's stomach, marveling on the softness of his skin, before harshly pinching his nipples, making him jerk.

Touché. I smile.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" I murmur in his ears.

"Am not" he mumbles back and I grab his hardening member. He moans but doesn't protest, so I keep my hand there, fondling him a bit through his pants before slipping my hand under his brief.

"Will?" Oli's voice resonates inside my head.

I look up, expecting to be see a murderous Oliver but instead he instead he seems pretty sad.

"What is it, Oli?" I ask, grateful that we can talk without Renan knowing.

"He looks so skinny"

"I know, Oli. I can feel his bones. He is way too frail. This isn't healthy"

Oliver nods in agreement, before looking at Renan with a determined expression. His next action surprises me, although I also find it cute – never going to admit it, of course. He put his arms around Renan's waist and makes him sit on his laps. The needy little chick immediately leans forward, hugging Oli tightly and hiding his face in his chest. I also move forward so I can continue jacking him off while being close to Oli. Death and Love are always so close to one another. Will we all die? Will we all cum? So many possibilities.

As Oli and I start kissing, I quicken my pace, massaging the head of Renan's dick and teasing the slit in between the strokes., leaving him no choice but to come in my hand with a loud moan, which I'm sure he will regret later.  At the same time, I hear a loud "Oh, fuck, man, didn't want to see that" coming from the entrance of the cavern.

They're here.

REMY'S POV

I barely register what's happening as Nour's lips touch mine for a few seconds. However, as he pulls back way too soon and starts mumbling about "how sorry" he is, already coming up with excuses to leave the room, I come back to my senses and jump into action.

Hell, no. You're not leaving me again. Not this time.

I grab his arm before he has time to open the door and yank him back against me, so that his back is now pressed flush against my chest.

"Let me go, Rémy" he mutters, but his voice lacks conviction.

"Not a chance" I whisper in his ear, making him shiver. "I'm not letting you go. I won't let you escape because you're feeling vulnerable."

I tighten my grip around his waist and he lets out an unintentional moan, making me smile in triumph. Bodies are always much more honest than minds.

"I didn't mean to do it" he pleads, trying to wriggle his way out of my embrace but it only results in him rubbing his ass against my quickly hardening member. He realizes it and immediately goes still, looking flustered.

"You're not being very convincing" I tease him, before spinning him so that we're now pressed chest to chest. I slowly release his wrists because it doesn't look like he is planning to flee again.

"I am going to ask you again, and I want you to look at me in the eye when you answer, or I won't believe you" I continue. "Is it true that you didn't mean to do it?"

"Ye- yeah" he mumbles, looking at his feet. I sigh and grab his chin up, forcing him to look at me.

"Look at me, Nour. I'm going to ask you one last time. Did you or did you not mean it?"

"I- I didn't - yeah, ok, I meant it. I wanted to kiss you" he admits and I suddenly feel so happy that I can feel tears threatening to fall from the corner of my eyes.

Now isn't the time to cry, though. No, I have better, way better things to do in mind.

With that, I cup his cheeks and start leaning forward, leaving him plenty of time to move if he doesn't really want me to kiss him.

I lick his cheeks, then start creating a trail of light kisses from his jaw to his neck. I lightly bite at the junction between his neck and shoulder, making him moan, before returning to his plump lips.

I like how he feels against me, I like his strong body shivering under my feathery-like touch as he is doing his best to maintain his macho composture. I like his dark eyes that see everything and reveal nothing, except in moments like these, when there's a flicker of vulnerability in them and many other emotions that I won't put names on, because it's too early for that. I don't want to get hurt, and I don't want him to run away because he wasn't ready to acknowledge whatever there is between us.

"You - you don't have to be so gentle with me, Rémy" he protests feebly, making me want to treat him even more tenderly. "I am as tough as you. I can take everything you have in reserve"

"You can, can't you?" I feign to agree. "Vanilla is for the weaks, isn't it?"

"It is" he nods, looking a bit relieved and my heart breaks for him. Oh, Nour, why is it that you feel like you only deserved to be hurt, and treated badly? Why is it so hard for you to receive a bit of affection?

"So, there's no point in us kissing, isn't it? I could just take you against the wall, going as far and as hard as I wish, then we'll just go back to our respective lives, once this stupid attraction will be behind us"

"I agree" he says, but I don't miss the slightly sad hint in his voice as he looks away. I grab his hand and he looks at me again, a bit startled.

"One day" I promise him, one day you hear me, I will love you so good that you'll start loving yourself too, and you'll start seeing yourself as I see you. But it's too early for that. You want me to fuck you and I won't. But, for now, I will give you a glimpse of what our first time will be like".

I put my lips back on his, tugging on his lower lip and he hesitantly opens his mouth, letting me in.

I start kissing him as gently as I can and I can tell he is a bit confused. My big tough boy doesn't know how to react to open displays of affection. He hesitantly grabs the back of my neck, urging me closer and I smile against his lips.

I don't just kiss him, though. I caress his hair, his face, holding him tightly against me as I feel him tremble, his lips shaking, his eyes watery. He looks at me with a pleading expression as if asking for mercy but I don't stop pampering him with love.I never will. I start whispering sweet nothings and I can tell he is starting to believe what I'm saying, as I feel his tears moistering my own cheeks.

Finally.

A/N: So, Rémy's POV is a bit shorter than Will's but I have an exam on Monday and need to start studying. Also, it's the first time I'm writing from Will's POV so I thought it was only fair to let him share his thoughts with us. Hope you still enjoyed the sweet times between all the main characters, the peace won't last so better savor these moments lol.

Hugs and rainbows, xx

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