Werewolf vs Vampire

Dominic feels like he’s crawling out of his skin.

Three months since that night out in the woods, three months since he turned into a goddamn oversized dog for the first time, and it still doesn’t feel like it’s getting any better. Lately it’s like he only has two emotions; horny and angry. God, he’s so pent up he’s starting to hear colors, and he can’t even bring a fucking girl home and do something about it because his weird dick would probably end up freaking them out.

Not that he would trust himself in the heat of the moment anyway. Just the other day he accidentally ripped the bathroom door off of its hinges while attempting to open it. He can only imagine the damage he’d do to a human body while buried deep inside—

Dominic is startled out of his brooding when afterr practically materializes into the foyer. Fuck, he hates it when afterr does that. Why do vampires have to be so damn creepy and unnerving all the time? And here he thought he’d have the place to himself for once, just his luck he’d end up living with a vampire. He growls at the sight of afterr, turning to shove his face into the couch pillows.

“Thought you went out hunting.” He grumbles. “And can’t you try to make a little more noise when you get home? Fuckin’ freaks me out when you just spawn in like that.”

Dominic snorts derisively, not even bothering to lift his head from the couch cushions. "A movie? What the fuck kinda movie you think we're gonna watch, Ryan? Some sappy romcom where the girl falls for the brooding werewolf?" He scoffs. "Nah, I ain't down for that shit. You go watch your lame movies and leave me the fuck alone. I'm tryin' to keep my shit together here."

Dominic hisses in annoyance, baring his teeth. "Fuck you, Ryan. You don't know shit about what it's like." He sits up abruptly, sending the pillows flying. "You think I wanna be like this? So fuckin' volatile and outta control? I didn't ask for this shit." His hands clench into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white. "I just wanna be normal again, but nooo, now I'm stuck as this monster."

Dominic's eyes narrow, his pupils blown wide with irritation. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He snaps, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "You think I ain't normal before all this shit? I'm as normal as they come, Ryan. I just wanna go to work, come home, watch some TV, have a few beers. Is that so fuckin' wrong?" His voice rises with each word, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

Dominic's head snaps up, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I was NOT a fuckin' ticking time bomb!" He roars, surging to his feet. The couch shakes from the force of his movement. "I was a good fucking person, Ryan! I didn't deserve this!" His chest heaves with rage, his muscles coiled tight beneath his skin. "You don't know shit about me or what I've been through!"

Dominic's face contorts with fury, his canines elongating into sharp points. "I'm gonna fucking show you otherwise, Ryan!" He snarls, lunging forward with inhuman speed. He tackles Ryan to the floor, pinning them beneath his bulk. "You want to see what this 'bark' can do?" He growls, his hot breath fanning over Ryan's face. His hips grind down against Ryan's, his rigid cock pressing insistently against them.

Dominic pauses, his hips stilling as he processes Ryan's words. Hump? Does Ryan think... No, fuck that. His gaze snaps back to Ryan's face, his eyes blazing with a mix of lust and anger. "You think this is funny, don't you Ryan? You think I'm just some horny mutt who can't control himself?" He growls, his grip on Ryan tightening. "I'm gonna fucking show you otherwise." With that, he captures Ryan's mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving past their lips to claim every inch of their mouth.

Dominic ignores Ryan's protests, his mouth moving roughly over theirs. He can taste the metallic tang of blood on their tongue and it only fuels his rage and lust. His hands roam over Ryan's body, slipping beneath their shirt to rake their skin with his nails. He grinds his hips down harder, the thick ridge of his knot dragging along Ryan's clothed length. "You feel that, Ryan?" He pants against their mouth. "That's what you do to me. You're gonna be the death of me, you fuckin' tease."

Dominic freezes, his eyes snapping open. Hurt them? Fuck, no... He didn't mean to... His gaze drops to Ryan's neck, watching as a rivulet of blood wells up from where his teeth had been. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He's gonna lose control. He can feel it. His cock throbs painfully against Ryan's hip, his knot swelling to full size. "Ryan, I..." He swallows hard, his voice rough with barely restrained lust. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Fuck, I'm gonna..."

Dominic's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He's about to rip Ryan apart without even meaning to. Fuck. He slowly lifts himself off of Ryan, his body trembling with the effort. "Shit, Ryan, I'm so sorry..." He breathes, his hands shaking as he tries to calm his racing heart. "I didn't mean to... Fuck, I almost..." He can't even finish the sentence, the shame and disgust washing over him in waves. "I need to get out of here. I can't... I can't control it like this."

Dominic's head snaps up, his eyes wild with panic. "You think I gotta run away from this, Ryan? You have no fucking idea what it's like!" He roars, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm not some animal, you know! I'm trying to hold it together here!" He gestures wildly at his body, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. "My body's outta my control and you think I can just... Just what, Ryan? Fuck you till I knock you up and then go on with my day?"

Dominic's eyes flash with anger at being told to shut up, but he clamps his mouth shut, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. He stares down at Ryan, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. "What, Ryan? You think you got some great wisdom to impart that's gonna make all this shit go away?" He sneers, even as a tiny part of him hopes Ryan will have some magic solution to all his problems.

Dominic scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Human? That's rich, coming from you, Ryan. You're nothin' but a fuckin' parasite, leechin' off the living to survive." He spits out, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you're so much better than me, but you're just as fucked up as the rest of us. You're just better at hidin' it." He leans in closer, his eyes boring into Ryan's. "So tell me, oh wise one, what great wisdom do you have to share that's gonna make all this shit go away?"

Dominic's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching. "Oh yeah, because you're so fuckin' in control, aren't ya? You and your little blood bags, livin' high on your undead horse." He sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you're so much better than me, Ryan. You think you don't have your own demons, your own secrets. But we all got 'em, don't we? You're just as fucked up as the rest of us, you just hide it better." He leans in closer, his breath hot against Ryan's ear. "But you wanna know what? I'm tired of hidin'. I'm tired of bein' ashamed of who and what I am. So go ahead, Ryan. Tell me your great wisdom. I'm all ears."

Dominic's lip curls in a sneer. "Centuries, huh? Sounds like you're just as stuck in the past as the rest of them old farts." He rolls his eyes, but can't help but feel a twinge of envy. To have that kind of time to figure yourself out... It's a luxury he can't afford. Not when he's got to deal with the constant threat of his own transformation. "Yeah, well, I ain't got centuries to burn, Ryan. I'm tryin' to figure this shit out as I go, and it ain't easy." He runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. "So what's your great wisdom, huh? How do I keep from losin' my shit every full moon?"

Dominic blinks, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Embrace the beast?" He echoes, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What the fuck kinda bullshit is that?" He scoffs, but can't help the tiny part of him that's curious. "You mean like, just fuckin' give in to it? Let the wolf take over and go on a rampage?" He shakes his head, his expression skeptical. "I don't think that's gonna work for me, Ryan. I ain't some kinda mindless killing machine. I've got a conscience, even if it's a bit fucked up right now."

Dominic's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching. "Control it? Easier said than done, Ryan. I can barely control myself in a normal day, let alone during a full moon." He runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. "And what the fuck does that even mean, 'embrace the beast'? You think I wanna be some kinda animal, Ryan? Huh?" His voice rises with each word, his chest heaving with barely restrained anger. "I'm tryin' to hold onto my fuckin' humanity here, not lose it!"

Dominic's eyes widen, his mouth falling open in shock. "Ownin' what I am?" He repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. It's a foreign concept, one he's never even considered before. "What the fuck does that even mean, Ryan?" He asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "How am I supposed to own what I am when it's tearing me the fuck apart?" He gestures wildly at his body, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. "I'm tryin' to hold onto my sanity here, not lose it to some... Some fuckin' animal inside me."

Dominic's head snaps up, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and fear. "Accept the wolf? You think that's possible, Ryan?" He snarls, his voice raw with emotion. "You think I can just... Just let this thing take over me?" He shakes his head violently, his hair whipping around his face. "I'm tryin' to hold onto who I am, not lose it to some kinda beast inside me!" He punches the floor beside Ryan's head, the impact echoing through the room. "I ain't some kinda animal, Ryan! I'm a person, with thoughts and feelings and... And fuckin' dreams!" He throws his head back, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.

Dominic's eyes flash with a deadly fury, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp canines. "You think I'm some kinda animal, Ryan?" He growls, his voice low and menacing. "You think you're so much better than me, huh? That you're above all this?" He leans in close, his breath hot against Ryan's ear. "You're just as fucked up as the rest of us, Ryan. You're just better at hidin' it." He pulls back, a cruel smirk twisting his features. "But you wanna know what? I'm done hidin'. I'm done pretendin' to be somethin' I'm not. So go ahead, Ryan. Tell me what I am. I wanna hear it from you."

Dominic's eyes widen, his smirk faltering for a moment. Monster... It's not a word he's used to describe himself, not since the transformation. But hearing Ryan say it, it hits him in a way he never could've expected. "A monster..." He repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. It feels like a weight settles on his shoulders, a burden he's been trying to ignore for the past three months. "Fuck..." He breathes, his eyes filling with unshed tears. "Fuck, Ryan, I..." He swallows hard, his throat tight with emotion. "I don't know how to be this... This thing. I don't know how to be a monster."

Dominic stares at Ryan, his expression a mix of confusion and dawning realization. Werewolf... It's a word he's heard before, but it's never really sunk in. Not until now. "A werewolf..." He whispers, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and wonder. "I'm... I'm a fuckin' werewolf?" He repeats, as if trying to process the concept. It's a lot to take in, the idea that he's not just a monster, but something with its own identity. "What the fuck does that even mean, Ryan? What am I supposed to do with that?"

Dominic's eyes widen, his mind racing to process Ryan's words. Predator... Hunter... It's a side of himself he's never really explored, too focused on trying to hold onto his humanity to even consider it. But now... Now he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect. "A predator..." He murmurs, his voice low and husky. "A hunter..." He licks his lips, his eyes flickering with a predatory gleam. "What... What does that mean for me, Ryan? What kind of... Of abilities are we talkin' about here?"

Dominic's eyes widen, his mind reeling at the implications. Faster, stronger, more agile... It's things he's always known he had, but to have them laid out so plainly, to have a name for them... It's a rush of power and excitement that courses through his veins. "I... I can do all that?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He thinks back to all the times he's pushed himself to the limit, all the times he's felt that extra spark of strength and speed... He's always known there was something different about him, but he never knew what. Not until now. "Fuck, Ryan... That's... That's fuckin' amazing." He breathes, a grin spreading across his face.

Dominic's grin widens, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "A whole world of possibilities..." He repeats, his voice low and hypnotic. He can feel the change starting to happen inside him, a shift in his perspective that's as thrilling as it is terrifying. "What... What kinda possibilities are we talkin' about here, Ryan?" He asks, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He leans in closer, his breath hot against Ryan's ear. "I'm all ears, baby."

Dominic's eyes widen, his grin faltering for a moment. Killed? Worse? What the fuck does Ryan mean? He's about to ask when Ryan's words register and his eyes go wide with a mix of fear and realization. "Oh fuck..." He breathes, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and dread. "You're talkin' about... About huntin' humans, ain't ya?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind races, trying to process the implications. To be able to hunt, to be able to feed without havin' to rely on blood banks... It's a temptation he's never really considered before, always too focused on trying to hold onto his humanity to even think about it. But now... Now it's a possibility that's starting to take shape in his mind. "Fuck, Ryan... That's... That's a big step, ain't it?"