Because a rivalry like this can only be the result of gratuitous unresolved sexual tension.
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Chapter 4: The Wolf
Hi all! Here the sequel of Curses revealed
Here Sniper gives us a little show of long fur, deadly claws and cuteness
Now…that was unexpected…
Jean-Claude seemed a statue for a long moment, completely silent, it was even hard to hear him breathing, his eyes frozen on the furry arm -paw?- in front of him, unblinking and wide open. He was absolutely overwhelmed, among the many things he had thought to happen, among the reactions L.J. might have to his confession, THAT was unquestionably the only one he would have never imagined. A wicked smile appeared on his face, soon exploding in a nervous giggle then to outburst in a loud laughter, making him snort uncontrollably that he had to lean against the back of the chair, gasping for air, he even had to bring out his precious handkerchief because his eyes were watering so much.
On the other side of the table, also L.J. had soon started holding his tummy as a wild, throaty laugh made him bend in half with his head leaning on the paw on the table.
When they both finally could look up at each other through their tears, they fell suddenly silent, exchanging a simple smile just before starting chuckling again, but this time, they could control themselves and regain a bit of dignity. L.J. let himself fall against the back on the chair, his paw reclaiming its human look through crunching noises. It caught Spy’s attention again and the man could just smile and shake his head in disbelief. He passed the handkerchief over his face, gently patting here and there before locking his eyes with the Sniper’s. He knew there was something odd in that man, but not that odd.
He’s a wolf. Probably something similar to a werewolf, a loup-garou. He still couldn’t really believe it, he needed to see. He stood up planting his hands on the table and looked as excited as a child entering a funfair. “Could you show me?”
Sniper snorted making a face and gave him a toothy grin as he got up. He headed to the centre of the room while Spy took a step back against the wall. The shooter could clearly see how eager his friend was, his eyes were shiny with hope and his hands were trembling. He noticed he was trembling too, just slightly though. He was ready when a little detail flashed in his mind and he could feel his face go red, he looked at him in apologetic way while his hands moved behind him and ruffled with something below the belt. Spy looked confused and surprised when he heard a zip opening.
“Ah…it’s for my tail.” Sniper mumbled, pretty embarrassed.
“Oh.” Spy chuckled bringing his left hand’s knuckles to his mouth, his right hand catching the elbow. “Go on, go on.” It was amusing for him to see the shooter with such puppy eyes, probably because -well, here Spy was just supposing- he wasn’t wearing any underwear under those pants. He bit the tip of his thumb and kept quiet about it.
Sniper stood up straight and put his hands on his narrow hips, puffing out his cheeks for a second. With a hand he undid the first button of his shirt and he started moving his head in slow circles as if to make something snap back into place. It started all silently, but Jean-Claude literally jumped when he heard sinister noises of joints popping out of place and a slightly repellent sound of skin being stretched. He was used to his own, but Sniper’s was terrifying to hear. The shooter let out a low grunt, his voice getting deeper each moment, slowly transforming into a low growling as his anatomy violently changed. Bones crunching, muscles growing, fur covering all his person in few seconds of pure shock; his face mutated, his muzzle grew longer bringing long, dreadful fangs out, big ears stretched out from his skull and long whiskers popped out from under his big, pointy canine nose. His hands returned to the paw version he saw earlier, looking strong and deadly with those black claws, his feet and legs grew longer that forced him to squat slightly for balance and for not hitting the ceiling. He puffed and gave a nice shake to his new person, moving his shoulders and stretching his new longer, hairy arms, just to end with a cute *puff* as his tail literally popped out from the open zip in the back, making his ears stood up expressively and his eyes shot open, as if someone just smacked him from behind. He turned his torso and checked, gave his tail a nice pat and turned again to face Spy. He tried a proud smile, but his ears let his emotions show up bending back, he was nervous, embarrassed and pretty scared.
Spy, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at him, his eyes were running all over him as he carefully walked over him stretching a hand out to his muzzle. He looked simply struck by such a magnificent vision, gaping and unable to speak for long seconds and couldn’t hold an excited giggle when Sniper leaned in and let him touch his fluffy cheek. His fur was absolutely marvellous at touch, soft and well combed, but its colours were shocking too: from what Jean could spot from what puffed out from his now-tight-fitted clothes was short grey fur on the upside of his forearms and back of his paws, long white fur on the underside with a golden stripe running along neatly dividing the colours, even following the rim of his fingers then to reappear on his neck, one stripe from each side, climbing up behind his white furred cheeks, and following the muzzle and his upper lip to become thinner and thinner until it disappeared under the dark grey fur, which covered most of his head but his ears, which were black with a white tip. His chin was white, just like the front of his neck, and from the collar of the shirt puffed out a morbid white mane with happy looking brown spots, and Jean-Claude couldn’t resist to touch them and count them, leaving L.J. completely speechless and paralyzed. Jean’s eyes fell on his hind paws, all black, thick and powerful, then a movement alarmed him and he found a slow moving tail getting his whole attention. It was way longer than his arm, fully covered in long fur, black but for a(nother) white tip, and presenting an oddity as his eyes climbed up, there were light brown stripes appearing and probably covering his back under the shirt. Spy quickly looked up and he spotted those stripes against at the base of the neck, then to disappear in the blackness of the nape. With still no words to be found, Jean moved in front of his friend tasting his arm with a hand, his clothes were filled with fur giving that tight fit, but he could feel also strong, big muscles under his fingers, and that made him rethink at how well fit James was even in his human form. His hand stopped at his paw and he studied it, reversing it and checking each claw and each pad, which he found pretty funny since they were all black as well, sticking out from the white fur.
He let go and rubbed his temples letting out a low chuckle.
“…You ok?” L.J.’s voice sounded more…feral, but it was impossible to not recognise.
Jean nodded and looked up, locking his eyes with him for the first time after he transformed. And he completely lost himself in them… Big, shiny gems hidden into the darkness of his fur, one blue, one green, and absolutely human… those were the same eyes he saw that day they met, those true eyes he secretly kept thinking about for days, weeks, months, the same ones he saw when Lawrence James opened to him offering his friendship, those very eyes he had fallen in love with…
“Vous êtes magnifique…” He whispered, feeling lightheaded and soon feeling the need to sit down.
L.J. quickly helped him down, guiding him back to his chair, then he headed to the sink, filled a glass of water and offered it to him. It was incredible to see how he was using his claws instead of his fingers, managing to not break anything.
Spy gulped down quickly, glad of how the freshness made him feel better, and set down the glass. Sniper was at his spot, in front of him, leaning on the table, simply looking at him with his head slightly tilted on the side, waiting and with a happy tail wagging behind him.
“You look like a big puppy, mon ami.” He chuckled. “Your fur is…marvellous, it has such beautiful colours.” He set his elbows on the table as well, relaxed and comfortable once again.
Sniper’s ears fell back again and Spy thought of that as a replacement of a blush. “Quite exotic, eh? It’s been quite a hell to get used to it, though, the first times I kept shedding and there were literally carpets on the ground. Laundry was the worst!” His laugh was surprisingly human and they heartily laughed in unison.
They both seemed to forget the world for a moment, a single, short minute where they forgot their nervousness, their awkwardness… there was a comfort around them that made it look natural for them to be together, to be this open. It wasn’t the first time they felt that way and, secretly, both of them knew it.
“Oh, I can imagine that.” Spy bit his lower lip. “Tell me, those brown stripes you have behind your head, do they go all down your back to the tail?”
The big wolf nodded. “Yep. I got a lot of them and they get even lighter under the sun. Medic noticed it.”
Spy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Your Medic…knows about it?”
“Yes, of course.” He chuckled. “When he checked me up and saw my stripes, he compared me to the thylacine.”
Spy snorted amused. “The Tasmanian wolf? He went pretty close.”
L.J. laughed and nodded, not surprised that the French man knew the long gone animal. “Actually, my whole team knows, and they all are helping to keep it secret to Red Organization. It’s been Antoine’s idea to keep it so.” Jean-Claude simply nodded and L.J. had to ask. “You’re keeping it secret to your team, aren’t you?”
“Just my brother knows about it, we need to keep it as low as possible.” He sighed and shrugged, then a doubt crawled in his mind. “Why does Antoine want it so secret from Red?”
He knew the Red Spy, they had met weeks earlier thanks to L.J. and they soon became friends and colleagues in their espionage. Antoine knew that Jean-Claude and Thomas were searching for top secret files that would bring the end of the war with the surrender of Blu; and Jean-Claude knew that Antoine was searching for his wife’s murderer’s identity and protecting his son, the Red Scout, and his fiancé’s son, the Blu Scout, under cover. He could understand his need to be undetected and the fact the Sniper’s secret needed to be as such, because, just like in his case, the war didn’t need a new weapon… He couldn’t link Antoine to L.J. though…
“Because he’s a Cursed one as well, mate.”
Jean leaned against the chair’s back, his arms falling in his lap. It was hard enough to believe Sniper was one like him, now he had to believe that Antoine was one as well… He felt like he was going to have another attack of nervous giggling, but managed to keep himself decent. He coughed. “Is he a loup-garou too?”
James shook his head lowering his ears. “That poor man did not have that luck, and the ability his curse gives him doesn’t make it better.” He shivered under his thick fur. “He can’t die when transformed.”
Jean couldn’t help but shiver as well, no wonder the Red Spy was hiding it. Despite there was the Respawn system, death and rebirth was a horrible experience. L.J. had a taste of it and after that he never allowed himself to experience it again, while Jean-Claude never met that fate and his friend heartily wished him to never face the Respawn. If Red found out about Antoine’s ability and if They could extract it and use it on new mercenaries, the war would never end…
James took a deep breath and shook his head, without giving out more information. Antoine was a dear friend of his and it saddened him deeply to see his situation without being able to help. All he could do was watch over Brian and make sure the kid would now end in more troubles.
Spy didn’t want to let their evening circle around that topic and decided to put it aside for the moment. With a smooth movement, Jean removed his gloves, set them aside and reached out with one hand toward that big wolf nose in front of him, catching the shooter’s attention, but still being careful to get permission first. Seeing L.J.’s black lips twitching in a shy smile, he gently touched his muzzle, flattening those white whiskers against the fur and gave him a nice scratch. At that, Sniper’s ears straightened up and he leaned closer, pursing his lips for a better scratching. His eyes closed and the tip of his tongue out told Spy he was enjoying it quite a lot.
“Would you like a scratch behind your ear, mon ami?” He snickered, joking, but seeing a fluffy tail wagging excited he could only guess Sniper really wanted that scratch. James leaned closer tilting his head to the side and let Jean reach. As he started to scratch, Sniper growled.
“Could you use your claws, mate? Please?”
How could he say no to those beautiful, big eyes? He chuckled, let his sharp claws out and got back to his task, causing a little earthquake under the table as Sniper’s leg started twitching frantically and his long own claws wounded the hard floor underneath.
After a long minute, as finally James seemed satisfied, he sharply moved away and shook his head just like a dog would do, puffing his fur up around the neck.
“And you are a ferocious werewolf, mon ami? I cannot take you seriousl-” He froze as L.J. grabbed his half changed hand in his big paws.
Sniper carefully examined each digit, bringing a big smile from the first one. His eyes looked up at him and his tail wagged happily once again. “Your turn.”