Fic: They Howled Out For More Part 3/4

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Title: They Howled Out For More Part 3/4
Authors: Nox/BJ and Hawkeye/ barefoot_starz

Betas: Danny/Sarah, Onigami/Lorne and Alex/Odysseus

Fandoms: CSI, CSI:Miami, CSI:NY

Series Part: 5/12
Pairing: Adam/Marty
Rating: FRM

Disclaimers: We don’t own them. If we did, this would be canon.

Warnings: Supernatural themes. Some violence. Some language. 

Summary: In an Alternate Universe where Werewolves live amongst humans a single bad choice changes Adam's life forever.

Totally ignoring the promise they’d just made to Marty to wait and then follow him up, the two CSI’s leapt to their feet and raced out of autopsy, heading for where they’d last seen the redheaded tech. They reached the hallway and skidded to a stop, stunned at what they saw.

 

Marty walked up through CSI, trying to find the new werewolf. He fidgeted uneasily. This was not good for his nerves. He shivered lightly, just walking through CSI, walking towards his fate. Meanwhile, Adam sat in the breakroom, finishing off his Mountain Dew, completely unaware and still looking for someone to talk to. He glanced up, noticing Marty walking up the hallway. A smile crossed his face, then faded as he took in the expression on the ME’s face. What was up with Marty?

 

Barely aware he was moving; Adam was on his feet and leaning on the doorframe, “Marty? You ok, man?”

 

Marty blinked out of his daze, giving the tech a quick smile, “Huh? Oh, I’m…” the scent washed over him, making him whimper, “… oh hell… it’s you…” he whispered, eyes falling shut.

 

Adam blinked, taking a quick step forward as the ME seemed to fall into a stupor, “Marty? Marty? Dude, you’re starting to scare me.”

 

Marty’s eyes slowly opened, bleeding in and out of yellow, making Adam gasp, then lean forward a little, eyes wide in disbelief. Staring into the redhead’s wide blue eyes, Marty felt a sense of calm wash over him. All the tension washed away from him and his muscles relaxed as his head tilted to the side. Every sense in his body was screaming at him. Mate. Yet still he was calm. He frowned. His mate was not so calm. That wasn’t good. He should fix that.

 

Blinking and shaking himself, Marty threw off the dream-like state and looked up at the redheaded tech. His mate. He took a steadying breath and blinked again. Then he frowned. His eyes trailed over and glanced down the hallway, catching sight of Danny and Sheldon. His frown grew deeper. Were they out to be claimed by ~his~ mate? Like hell… He didn’t even realise he was growling until Danny and Sheldon started backing away and he felt a gently restraining hand on his shoulder.

 

“Uh… Marty? Dude, you’re growling. You’re growling and you’re scaring me.”

 

Marty blinked. He was scaring his mate? Not good, not good. He bit back the growls as they rumbled up through his chest, and with one final yellow-eyed glare at Danny and Sheldon, took a deep breath and turned back to Adam. Adam blinked down at him. What in the hell was going on here? He shot pleading looks at Danny and Sheldon, but they both raised their hands in surrender and fled back to the relative safety of Mac’s office.

 

Adam stared down at the serene looking Marty. This was officially beyond weird. Must be a werewolf thing. And since Marty was obviously a werewolf, he was the best person to explain it to him. He frowned slightly, blue eyes troubled as he took in the tranquil countenance of the previously nerve-wracked ME. Weird, weird, weird… He shook his head.

 

“Um… Marty, do you think we could… I mean…” Adam snorted, “Goddamn, it sounds like I’m propositioning you…”

 

He nearly took a step back as Marty’s eyes lit up, “Down boy…” he mumbled, before continuing, “I just want you to explain some of this werewolf stuff to me. I mean, well… somewhere that isn’t the hallway?” he looked a little sheepish.

 

“Locker room?” Marty offered, voice softer than normal, “I mean, it isn’t exactly…” he shrugged, “But its not like we can just leave.”

 

Adam nodded, “Sounds good. All this,” he made an all-encompassing gesture, “Is starting to freak me out.”

 

Adam plopped down on a bench in the locker room and leaned back against a locker, closing his eyes. He heard Marty sit down opposite him and waited for the normally outspoken ME to speak. But nothing happened. There was silence. Adam’s eyes came open with a frown. Marty looked back at him, face completely serene. That was the final straw. Adam broke.

 

“That is it!” he yelled, standing back up again, “I have had it!”

 

Marty blinked at him, “Adam?”

 

“No!” he said, rounding on the ME, “Do not ‘Adam’ me!” he was well aware that he wasn’t making a great deal of sense, but he didn’t care anymore, “I spent the last three days holed away in my apartment in disgusting amounts of pain, alternating between puking my guts up and running a stupidly high fever. I spent two days before ~that~ tied to a hospital bed while I screamed my throat bloody as I turned into a freakin’ wolf!” he was vaguely aware that Marty had pressed himself back against the locker, but he didn’t care.

 

“All because…” Adam’s eyes flashed yellow, “All because some stupid ~skank~ couldn’t keep her hands to herself and decided to hit on me!”

 

He spun on Marty, ready to start another rant, but stopped when he saw the other man. Marty was pressed back against the locker, knees pulled up to his chest and eyes wide. All the anger drained out of Adam, leaving him drained and exhausted. He dropped back down onto the bench and buried his head in his hands. He jumped, recoiling a little when he felt Marty shift and sit next to him, placing a hand on his knee.

 

“Adam?” he heard his name spoken hesitantly.

 

“I am so messed up…” he mumbled in return.

 

The hand that was on his knee came up to curl around his waist and Adam found he rather liked the contact. He shifted a little closer, so he and Marty were hip to hip and thigh to thigh. He felt rather than heard Marty begin a soft contented rumble, and smiled properly for the first time since his turning. He sighed and leaned his head on the other man’s shoulder. Marty stopped his purring, but continued to lean into Adam and started to speak quietly.

 

“First off, you aren’t messed up… the werewolves who turned you are messed up,” the ME fought down his anger at his mate’s unwilling turning, “And you have no idea how sorry I am that you had to go through what you did, and even more so that you had to go through it alone.”

 

“Second… some information…” Marty’s voice washed over Adam, soothing him, “Werewolves have mates, just like regular wolves. Werewolves can also, to a certain extent, be divided into two groups. Dominant werewolves and submissive werewolves. In mated pairs, there is always one dominant and one submissive.”

 

Adam made a questioning noise, prompting Marty to elaborate, “I know, it sounds very BDSM,” that made Adam snicker, “But it’s true. I guess it’s a leftover from the pack mentality,” Marty gave in to the urge to rub his cheek along Adam’s shoulder, “As you may have noticed, I’m a pretty submissive kinda werewolf. And you, sir, with all the yelling and carrying on you did earlier, are most definitely some kind of dominant werewolf.”

 

Adam sat still, absently running a hand up and down Marty’s arm as he tried to process this new information, “So… that’s why I suddenly wanted people with me today?”

 

Marty nodded, a low rumble of pleasure starting in his chest, “Mm-hmm,” he agreed.

 

“And why I really don’t mind you touching me?”

 

The almost-growl got louder, “Mm-hmm.”

 

Adam needed confirmation, “Because you and I are mates?”

 

The rumbling purr stopped, “Is that a problem?” Marty turned to look at him.

 

Adam was silent for a moment, making Marty’s heart sink. Then, with a soft sigh, the redhead murmured a negative and dropped his head down onto Marty’s shoulder. Marty heaved a sigh of relief and tilted his head slightly. Adam frowned and lifted his head, thinking Marty was moving away from him. He blinked, mouth suddenly dry, at the sight he saw.

 

Marty kept his head down and to the side, neck muscles strained, throat effectively bared to his mate. He flitted his gaze back to Adam and kept it there, looking up at him through his lashes. He held very still, breathing softly. Adam just stared, eyes like dinner plates in his head. Marty was offering him his throat. That should not turn him on half as much as it did. Adam took an unsteady breath. Then, with wide eyes and acting purely on instinct, he placed a hand on each of Marty’s shoulders, feeling the ME shiver underneath him. Damn… that shouldn’t turn him on either… Focus, Adam, focus!

 

Reaching up a hand, he turned Marty’s head back towards him. The ME looked at him almost shyly. A blush crossed Adam’s cheeks as he leaned in and brushed his lips chastely across Marty’s. Pulling back he took in the small smile and pinked cheeks of the man in front of him. Marty reached up and placed his hand over Adam’s, tilting his own head back down until his throat was again exposed to the younger werewolf. An unwittingly feral grin made its way across Adam’s face as he felt Marty shiver slightly. He brushed another kiss over Marty’s cheek. Darting his tongue out, he found the pulse point in the hollow of Marty’s neck.

 

The feral grin became wider as the other man’s shivering became more pronounced. Then, in a move that surprised him more than it surprised Marty, Adam bit down, hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to break the skin. Adam’s eyes flew open and he pulled back to apologise profusely, but the other man just seemed to melt in his arms. Adam looked down to see a glazed look in the other werewolf’s eyes and a dreamy smile spreading across his face.

 

“You bit me,” Marty hummed, tracing his fingers over the bite mark with a delighted shiver.

 

“I know,” Adam felt strangely proud of that for some bizarre reason.

 

“You marked me,” Marty hummed again, fingers never leaving the bite mark.

 

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Is there something else I should know? Coz you sound stoned, dude.”

 

Marty snickered, burying his head in Adam’s chest, and only succeeding in making himself look more drugged up, “I’m yours now…” he practically cooed.

 

Adam smiled at that, then shook himself, trying to get to his feet with Marty still attached to his hip, “Marty, we’re at work.”

 

“Shower sex,” Marty announced suddenly.

 

Adam blinked at him in shock, “Excuse me…”

 

“Or sex-against-the-wall,” he continued.

 

“Marty, we’re ~at work~,” Adam tried to disentangle himself from Marty, who had suddenly turned into a were-squid it seemed, judging by the amount of hands that were groping him, “Are you sure there isn’t something else I need to know about werewolves?” he looked at his mate, who still had the same glazed, dreamy look on his face.

 

“Oh Christ, this is insane,” he released Marty’s wrists and dropped down onto the bench again.

 

And promptly squawked as one of Marty’s hands found its way up his shirt, while the other was resolutely working on undoing his belt. He grabbed the offending hands again and gave in to the instinctual urge to growl at Marty. His head snapped up and his face flushed crimson as he heard a half-amused, half-embarrassed cough from the doorway.

 

Adam slowly turned around, still holding onto Marty’s wrists, “Mac…”

 

“Adam…” the former-Marine sounded amused, “Marty...”

 

“Hey, boss, how’s it hangin’? Guess what?! Adam…” Marty’s carolling tirade was abruptly cut off by one of Adam’s hands over his mouth.

 

Unfortunately, that left one of Marty’s hands free to meander back down to Adam’s belt again. Adam blushed even more and took the hand off his mouth, grabbing Marty’s wrist again, coming to the abrupt decision that between having Marty babble and having his boss see Mr Happy exposed to the world, having Marty babble was the lesser of two evils.

 

“Adam bit me!” Marty beamed, tilting his head to show Mac the mark, “I’m his mate… means we’re gonna have lots of sex.”

 

Then again… maybe not…

 

Adam cringed, looking up at his boss, face flaming, “Sorry?” he offered.

 

Mac looked at Marty curiously. He glanced back over to Adam, who shrugged one shoulder helplessly. The other shoulder was currently occupied. Marty had buried his face in Adam’s neck, inhaling the other werewolf’s scent and giggling helplessly. The ME was squirming slightly, and Mac decided that it probably was a good thing Adam had hold of the other man’s hands. Who knows what he’d be trying to do. He looked back at Adam.

 

“What in the world happened to him?”

 

Adam shrugged his unoccupied shoulder again, shaking his head as best he could, “You’re asking me?! I have no idea… I’m positive it’s a werewolf thing though.”

 

Mac nodded, biting back a snicker and a blush as Marty licked a line up Adam’s neck, “Okay… well, I think I’ll get Flack to drive the two of you home. I don’t think the good doctor is up to his game today.”

 

Marty’s head popped up from where it had been buried in the crook of Adam’s neck, “Home?” he blinked up at Adam, “Coolness…”

 

Adam looked beseechingly up at his supervisor, who was obviously trying not to laugh, “Please help me…”

 

Mac’s face turned red with the effort of not laughing, “I’ll just… go find Flack, shall I?”

 

Adam closed his eyes wearily, “Please.”

 

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, eyes closed, absently shifting his body away from Marty’s questing hands, squirming hips and wandering tongue. He sighed as he listened to Marty’s protesting whines as he kept his rapidly overheating body away from the frisky werewolf. He did become aware, an indeterminate amount of time later, of a snickering from the doorway.