Malcolm Murray & Ethan Chandler

Ethan pleaded with his friend, even as Sir Malcolm removed his vest and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Malcolm, I'll tear you apart if you stay, we have to find you a way out of here. There must be a way, something we missed!"

"That's enough, Mr. Chandler." Said Malcolm in a deceptively cool tone. 

The truth of the matter was he was more frightened than he cared to admit. Both men knew the violence and rage contained within Ethan after he shifted on the night of a full moon such as this. Malcolm was taking a gamble, but it seemed that he had no choice. He carefully loosened his belt and slipped his trousers to the floor.

Ethan watched him, his face clearly a mixture of emotions, even as fur began to sprout from his face, his arms...

"You must, hide yourself, look for an unlocked door, you need to run!" Ethan begged.

Malcolm however shook his head as he finished removing the last of his clothing. "No my friend. Even if we weren't trapped in here, I wouldn't spend my last few moments trying to flee." The older man pushed Ethan gently back onto the small couch behind him. "You once told me you found me desirable, do you remember?"

"Y-yes of course I do."

"Focus on that then, touch me, taste my lips... Fuck me if you'd like."

"Malcolm, I--"

"Perhaps if you channel the beast into another primal act..." Malcolm said and swallowed nervously, "That killer instinct of yours can be satisfied for now. We have been friends for some time, I don't believe you want to hurt me."

"I don't!" Ethan said, his voice strained as fangs sprouted painfully from his upper jaw.

Malcolm began pulling Ethan's shirt open, his pants, before pulling them from his companion's sweating, heaving body and tossing them aside.

Ethan Chandler looked to the handsome silver-haired man standing before him. He could see the worry behind his steely-grey eyes, but he saw something else there too.

"This, isn't how I imagined this going." Ethan said, and he could hear the growl in his own voice.

"Nor I, but the fact that we have both imagined this is encouraging." Said Malcolm, forcing a wry grin as he climbed into the younger man's lap, pressing his rump into Ethan's crotch, which radiated unnatural heat.

"Malcolm..." The werewolf began, but the sound which gurgled from his throat was barely human any longer.

"Hush, Mr. Chandler. The time for rethinking this course of action is passed. Put your hands on my body and we'll see what the evening has in store for us."