I lied about there being no more new fics until October, I couldn't help myself with this fic. Plus I just got into Teen Wolf so yah, it sorta just happened. Idk, this fic is going to be kinda going hand in hand in terms of updating with The Archetypes, I'm just glad that I gotten the hang of writing Kames stories again to be honest so :)
The full moon was out tonight, the glow rather comforting to the beast that lurked around the house. It raised its nose towards the night sky, taking in a deep smell before it growled deep in its chest. It leaped upwards, onto the first ledge of the home before it scaled the wall and jumped towards the open window. It's shadow was big enough to block out the moonlight, blood red eyes darting around until they landed on the figure sleeping soundly in bed. The beast watched as the teen boy turned in his sleep, a little bit of drool coming from his mouth. His blond hair was messy, his hand resting on his bare chest as he gave a sigh. The beast strained its ears, pointed up like a wolf and turned to hear what the boy just mumbled, watching his lips closely.
The boy quietly mumbled out 'James', before he turned over on his face and exposed his back.
If the beast could smile, he would, finding the boy to have grown so well. Yes, yes, he'd be perfect.
Without a second thought, the beast jumped from the window ledge onto the ground and took off into a wild sprint down the street. It raised its head upwards and let out the loudest howl into the night, proud of its discovery and excitement burned through its veins.
On the next full moon, it will be able to set its plan into motion.
Kendall Knight gave a sigh, closing his locker door and adjusted his backpack strap. He thought that he would get over the surprise that his birthday was coming soon, yet there he was, shocked as can be that he was turning sixteen. Kendall rubbed the back of his neck, slowly moving down the bustling hall of Duluth to get to the parking lot. As he rounded the corner, someone bumped into him playfully, Kendall not even having to look up to know it was James.
"Sooo, when are you going to send the invites out for your party? Cause James Diamond is the party king of parties and it isn't a party unless I am there," James said with a dazzling white smile and wrinkled nose. Kendall rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I told you, I'm not having a party. I honestly got done with the whole 'birthday party' thing when I was ten," Kendall said and James gave a little pout.
"But parties are fun, Kendall! Besides, the Jennifers like parties and maybe if you got them drunk enough, they'll give the birthday boy a complimentary fuck," James said with a dirty waggle of his eyes.
"You know I hate them, right?"
"You hate a lot of things."
"I don't hate you."
"Good, cause I would have to hurt you if you did," James said with a smile and Kendall smiled back. He couldn't ever see himself hating James, or falling any less out of love with the boy he's known for so long. James Diamond was essentially perfect. He had the perfect shade of chestnut styled hair, pushed upwards and soft to the touch if he would let you. He had the perfect shade of hazel eyes that looked like jewels when he smiled and laughed and teeth that shined just as bright. James Diamond was beautiful, and Kendall couldn't ever see himself hate a single thing about the boy.
Stupid of him to love someone like James, someone that wouldn't ever love him back as much. The only thing he could look forward to was the hopes of a 'maybe ever after'. Maybe they could work out, maybe they could be more than friends. But 'maybe' wasn't 'definitely', and 'maybe' was very painful to hope on.
James gave a sigh. "Well, I'm still going to throw you a birthday party."
"Nope, you're not going to talk me out of this one. It's going to be at my place and it'll give me an excuse to go shopping for the both of us," James said with a smile and Kendall rolled his eyes.
"But I hate shopping."
"You don't have to go, I don't think you'd have the common taste to pick out something good anyways," James said, giving a fleeting look over Kendall's plaid shirt and ripped skinny jeans. Kendall looked down at his own attire as well, giving a frown.
"What about your dad?"
"He's going to be out of town this weekend. Kendall~" James whined, stopping the blond and took his hands into his own. Kendall swallowed, watching the brunet rock back and forth on the heels of his Buster Clydes sneakers, surely costing thousands of dollars Kendall would never see in a lifetime. "I want to throw you a sweet sixteen. Sweet sixteens are the right of passage for all teenagers. Besides, I at least want you to have a modest sweet sixteen because let's face it, my sweet sixteen is going to be super bitchin' and the party I'm throwing for you won't even come close to being memorable like mine will be."
". . .Uh, thanks?"
"Just make sure you come over on Saturday to help set up. And don't even try to skip out on me cause I will come to your house and drag you into my Porsche if I have to," James said with a beaming grin and Kendall sighed.
"Just say ok."
James smiled, turning to look over his shoulder. "I got to go, I think Beau might be outside waiting for me."
That was the other reason why hoping kind of hurt for Kendall, the fact that James was already seeing someone and kissing up on him, loving him. Beau Reyes was a tall and rather handsome looking brunet, with icy blue eyes that could pierce through anything. He figured the boy was maybe eighteen or nineteen, James always liked older men and women anyways on account of 'maturity' or some other bullshit. All that mattered was that Kendall didn't like Beau, because Beau had James. He didn't think that Beau really liked him either, so everything was perfectly fine.
Kendall nodded and James gave a pleasant wave, turning to rush out the door. Kendall slowly trudged out the doors afterwards, briskly walking down the stone steps before he made a left down the lawn. Sure enough, Beau was out there by James' Porsche, pinning James to the side of the car with his hands on his waist and James' hands in his hair. They were kissing, tongues sliding and lips meshing, Kendall feeling sick to his stomach yet a longing in his heart to feel James' tongue on his own and James' fingers going through his own blond locks with the same amount of need and want. Maybe even more. He sucked in a breath, moving to his Skylark and climbed inside.
He started the engine up, giving one last look to James and Beau. Beau was holding him tight in his arms, James resting his forehead on Beau's shoulder, before he shook his head and hurriedly drove out the parking lot. Kendall drove down the street at a rather quick pace, not sure why just yet and not sure if James and Beau had something involved with what he was feeling. But he just wanted to be home right now and rest, it's been a long day anyways.
When Kendall pulled into the driveway and turned the engine off, he climbed out and dug his keys out from his pocket. He opened the front door and closed it shut with his foot, toeing off his shoes where he stood before he tossed his backpack onto the couch.
"Mom? I'm home!"
"In the kitchen!" she shouted out and Kendall causally walked down the hall and through the arch into the kitchen, spotting his mother currently baking a cake.
"Mom, I really don't-" Kendall began, but his mother raised her hand to silence him.
"It's just going to be a nice birthday dinner that I'm cooking for you, Kendall. Nothing extravagant."
"Yeah but I'm really fine, I don't want a cake."
"Well I do. You know me and Katie love cake," she said with a smile and Kendall rolled his eyes with a kind shake of his head. "And I'm cooking all of your favorite dishes too so you better be hungry tonight. In fact, why don't you invite some of your friends over to join us?"
"Oh yeah, I'll invite the friends that I don't have," Kendall said sarcastically and she hummed.
"What about James?" she asked and Kendall bit his lower lip, blush coming hot to his cheeks. His mother found out about his little crush and his sexuality when he was caught trying to wash some dirty sheets after a wet dream involving James fucking the living daylights out of him. She's been supportive, but teasing, trying to get Kendall and James together if Kendall wasn't putting in much of an effort in her eyes. He loved his mother, honestly he did, but sometimes he wished she would just back off about the whole James thing until Kendall worked up enough courage to ask him himself.
"He's planning on throwing me a sweet sixteen on Saturday against my wishes."
"He's a good friend."
"Well. . .we're close and he just wants me to have a good time."
"You think you might tell him soon?" she asked and Kendall sighed, moving to sit down at the dinner table.
"I don't know. I'm scared I might mess things up and make it awkward around each other if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same way. Mom, he's so into Beau. . .saw them making out and cuddling each other when I left school."
"Oh sweetie. . ."
"It's alright, Mom. Just. . .sometimes I think I should just give up on James, you know? Like, get over him and just be happy where I am? There's always other guys in the sea, right? Guys that'll be single and available. . .but not as beautiful as James is. . .or has that twinkle in their eyes like he does. . .and he's so intelligent-"
"James intelligent? James Diamond?" his mother asked with a raised eyebrow and Kendall shook his head.
"You're right, that was just my infatuation talking. . .I'll get over him. I have a lot of time in high school to find someone else to get hung up over, right?"
"But you don't want to settle, honey. If you love James, then go after him and tell him how you feel. If he turns down your offer, then just be the best of friends. If he doesn't, then it's wonderful. But you'll still need to deal with Beau," his mother said and Kendall swallowed at the thought. Beau was one of the hockey players on the team and he was quite the aggressive player. So Kendall didn't want to know what would happen if Beau got really angry, especially if the co-captain steals the power forward's boyfriend.
"I know, I know. . .I'm going upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable. I'll be down when dinner is ready," Kendall said with a small smile and his mother nodded her head. He got up from his seat and walked over to give a kiss to her cheek, before he exited the kitchen and made his way up the stairs. On the way, he passed by some family portraits. There were no pictures of Kendall's father, no recollections of what he looked like for Kendall to always remember him. He was only a blur now, a memory never spoken of and something his mother intended to keep that way. He made a right and walked down the hall, spotting Katie sitting on her bed with her textbooks sprawled out around her.
Kendall stopped and gave a quiet knock at her door, her big brown eyes looking up to see her big brother. "Hey Baby Sister."
"Hey Big Brother," she greeted and Kendall gave a tilt of the head.
"So I guess we're having a birthday dinner."
"I would have preferred it if we went out to eat, cause my taste in food is way different than yours."
"Are you saying that eating some turkey burgers, cobb salad, battered fish, steak fries and birthday cake doesn't sound appealing to you?"
"The birthday cake does. Everything else, not so much," she said with a shrug and Kendall sighed.
"Well you're going to be turning 10 soon, so plan on going out for that," he said with a wave and continued down the hall til he reached his own bedroom. He opened his bedroom door, stepping inside and grabbed his iPod. He hooked it up to the speakers and began to play some indie music, opening up his window and breathed in the air that was blowing into his room. He sighed, flopping onto his bed and gazed upwards to the white ceiling. He felt his eyes fluttering, not remembering being so tired but now finding that he couldn't even keep his eyes open. Perhaps, just a little nap before dinner. Not like it would hurt. . .
The music was blaring loudly, people up against each other grinding and clinging onto their punch glasses for dear life. There were some people shouting out a drunken 'Happy Birthday!' to him or a 'great party, Kendall!' if they weren't sloppily making out with someone behind the white pillars on James' patio. He just smiled at them as he slowly made his way back inside James' humongous home, through the crowd of dancing teens and drunk faces.
Kendall felt someone grab his hand and he turned, seeing James smiling at him as he led him through the crowd and down the hallway.
"Where are we going?"
"I need to show you what I got you!" James shouted over the music, pulling Kendall into a door and closed it shut. Kendall noticed there was a bed inside here, but there wasn't anything that looked like a present. He quirked an eyebrow.
"What did you get me?" he asked and James smiled shyly. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Kendall's waist.
"Me," he whispered, and Kendall was kissing him. He felt James' tongue running over his lower lip, he felt James' hot breath moving on his own as he granted access and sucked on James' lower lip. His hands tangled in James' hair, James' big hands gripping firm on his waist as he slowly began to push Kendall towards the bed. James' hands began to slide up Kendall's shirt, fingertips tickling at the brim of his underwear and Kendall could feel himself beginning to throb. The back of his knees collided with the end of the bed and the both of them fell back.
But instead of falling back into the soft mattress to continue with what they were doing, Kendall was falling into a pile of leaves, with no James in sight.
He shot up, looking around confused and rather scared. His boner was definitely gone, looking around with wild eyes. He didn't know where he was, he didn't understand what was going on or why he was here. Shouldn't he be at James' party for him? Shouldn't he be in bed getting undressed by James and doing the same to him, making love slow and long enough for Kendall's toes to be permanently curled? He turned at the sound of a twig breaking, heart beating frantically.
Kendall immediately shot to his feet when he saw a pair of glowing red eyes off into the distance, watching him closely.
He didn't know whether to run or call for help or anything, staring at the red eyes hidden deep in the woods. Kendall was standing there, like an absolute idiot waiting for whatever that thing was to catch him. They were moving closer, closer, Kendall's brain screaming at him to run or do something. It wasn't until the beast gave a loud howl, a call of a large wolf, did Kendall's legs began to move and he began to run.
The crunch of his shoes on the leaves was loud, his breathing panicked and fast-paced. He could hear whatever the thing was chasing after him, breathing even harder and moving faster. Kendall stumbled over his own feet, trying to keep his footing and trying hard to not fall. He reached the edge of the lake, cursing under his breath as he spun around to look for the monster. He didn't see any red eyes, but the threat of danger still boiled hard in his blood. He then glanced down at the murky water, swallowing down a lump in his throat. There was another howl and Kendall closed his eyes, before he dove in.
It felt like he was drowning, like he forgotten to swim and was now struggling in the water to escape to the other side. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see anything but darkness and wished he could feel James' lips on his own for one last time. Kendall turned in the water, eyes to the murky surface where the moon was shining a white light above. There was a shadow looking down at him, blood red eyes and glowing deadly. It reached out, sharp claws breaking through the surface and slowly turning into thick and nimble human hands. . .
Kendall's eyes shot open, almost falling out of his bed as he tried to catch his breath. He still felt like he was drowning, even though he was still in the comfort of his bed. He was drenched in sweat, however, rubbing down his face to get out the nerves. He looked over at his clock, seeing that it read around seven. No doubt the dinner was ready, he wasn't sure if anyone even tried to call him down. Kendall swung his legs out of bed and stood to his feet, feeling his legs buckle for a few seconds before he regained his balance and slowly walked out of his bedroom and down the steps.
When he walked into the dining room, Kendall's mother was serving Katie some fries and burgers. She glanced up at her son and gave a kind smile.
"Ready for your birthday dinner?"
"Y-Yeah," Kendall stuttered, taking his spot at the table. His mother looked at him concerned, placing down the tray of food to walk over and put a hand to Kendall's forehead.
"Sweetie, you don't look well."
"Had a nightmare," Kendall shuddered and blinked twice. He could still see those glowing red eyes, deadly and hungry. What did that dream even mean? What did that thing want?
"Do you need some medicine?"
"I'm fine, Mom. I just want to have a nice birthday dinner with you and Katie," Kendall said with a sigh and gave a feeble smile. His mother smiled back, getting ready to serve Kendall the biggest burger on the tray.
Before the doorbell started to ring.
Everyone's head whirled to look down the hall, bewildered and confused. "I thought you weren't going to invite any friends to dinner," Kendall's mother said with a raised eyebrow and Kendall's eyebrows furrowed.
Kendall's mother set down the tray and quickly walked out of the dining room, Kendall and Katie rising to their feet to peer out and see just who it was at the front door. Their mother opened it, and Kendall couldn't tell who the figure was, but hearing his mother gasp didn't make him feel any better.
"What are you doing here?" Her tone was cold and angry, Kendall never heard his mother talk like this, not even when she was furious with Kendall or Katie about something.
"Nice to see you too, Jennifer." It was a man, with a light and teasing voice. Kendall's mother balled her hands tight into fists.
"I'm not going to ask this again, what are you doing here?"
"Is that cake I smell? Are we celebrating something?" the man asked and Kendall only had to blink before the man was inside their house. He was tall with golden blond hair and sea-green eyes. A light dusting of freckles was over the bridge of his nose and cheeks, barely visible by his warm skin. He was wrapped up tight in a black coat with hands deep in his pockets, looking around with a smile on his face.
"How'd he get in here?" Katie whispered and the man instantly turned to look at them, like he heard exactly what the little girl said from that distance. His eyes drank in Kendall's form, almost pleased with what he was seeing and made Kendall's skin crawl. There was something familiar about those eyes that Kendall couldn't place his finger on, something that made him feel sick to his stomach. Then the eyes moved down to Katie, not so much interested but still quite amused. He opened his arms big and wide, a bright white smile coming into view.
"Aren't you going to come and give Daddy a hug?"