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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 49 of Leoverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-02 Words: 3500
****** Nature Doesn't Heed The Call (Nature Just Commands, That's All) ******
by lisachan
Summary
     Blaine, a young wolf that only recently started on his path to become
     a packmaster, kills his own estranged brother, Cooper, and takes his
     wretched pack in his own hand. He never had an omega of his own, and
     the pack appears not to have one. That is, obviously, until Angela -
     - the pack's Lupa -- takes him to meet the pack's cubs. And there
     Blaine meets Adam for the first time -- and somehow ends up forcing
     puberty on him.
Notes
     WARNING: This story is an AU from the original 'verse. What happens
     in here has little to none correlation with what happens in Leonard
     Karofsky-Hummel VS The world or Broken Heart Syndrome. The characters
     involved are (mostly) the same, but situations and relationships
     between them may be completely different.
     ...wow, I wrote a lot of Blaine/Adam, haven't I?
     Anyway, this is the compulsory Shapeshifters!AU, in this case wolves,
     'cause we like wolves a lot. We like them so much that there's gonna
     be a whole multi-chaptered story based on this same 'verse, that
     deals with the whole pack things and involves many more characters
     including obviously Leo. This is basically a prequel to that, and one
     day you're gonna be able to read the whole thing, though when's still
     a mystery to us first.
Adam still remembers his awakening very clearly. He never asked any other omega
– for all he cares, they could all forget the whole thing three seconds after
it’s over – but for him it’s like having those images carved into his brain,
together with the feelings that went with them.
He remembers every detail of that day. The day Blaine first arrived at the
camp. He remembers feeling his smell approaching through the woods, even before
actually seeing him appear, seemingly out of nowhere. It was a hot, dry day,
and smells traveled fast. Holed up in the broken trailer together with all the
other cubs, he could smell the flowers on the trees growing alongside the
river, thirty minutes away from the camp. He could smell the wet grass and the
dry one, he could tell one from the other and he could understand where they
were with extreme precision. He could smell the wild rabbits, hiding away into
empty trunks in the deep of the woods. And he could almost taste the sweetness
of the honey from the wild bees on his own tongue.
And then there was Blaine’s smell. A strong, wild, masculine smell coming from
far away, approaching quickly. It was something raw, something rough and
something new. It smelled of rebel youth and stubbornness, it smelled of blood
and power, it smelled of strength. If Cooper’s orders for the cubs hadn’t been
that they were never to leave the broken trailer without a supervisor and his
permission, he’d have sneaked out and he’d have run towards it, following the
trace of that smell, just to see what went with it.
When Blaine had arrived, Adam was waiting for him. He had felt his smell get
closer and closer by the minute, and at some point it was just there, so close
and strong Adam could smell nothing else. The other cubs had seemed pretty
scared by it, they all went to curl up in a corner of the trailer and they held
each other, trembling a little, big eyes fixed on the door.
Adam didn’t feel scared. Not at all. He had stood up from the seat he had been
sitting on for the last few hours and he had walked to the door, but the moment
he had touched the handle to open it he had felt his mother’s smell approach,
and he had backed off.
Angela had appeared on the doorframe but a few seconds after that. Her eyes
were worried and serious, and her lips were pursed in a nervous pout, her heart
was beating faster than Adam had ever heard before.
“You stay in here,” she had said to them all, “Don’t come out unless I come
calling for you.”
“Why?” Adam had said, taking a step towards her and trying to take a peek
behind her shoulders, “What’s happening?”
“Nothing,” she had answered, putting both her hands on his shoulders and
gently, but firmly, pushing him back, “Don’t worry. Do I have to lock you in?
Is that gonna be necessary?”
Adam had looked back to all the other cubs, still shaking in fear, clearly
sensing some sort of danger, coming from that smell, that new presence, that he
didn’t share. He would have learned only later, that their fear was the
perfectly reasonable and justified fear cubs of the former packmaster always
have when a new one comes in. The fear of getting killed to free the mothers of
the burden of their presence. To make them instantly available for mating
again.
Adam couldn’t feel that. Not that he wasn’t at risk of getting killed too, but
the curiosity, that weird connection he felt, drawing him to this man he didn’t
even know the face of yet, was so strong it made fear seem like an overlookable
detail. He didn’t know why, yet, but that much was already clear.
He had had no idea what was happening outside the trailer. He had listened to
the adults argue and speak loud, then he had heard Cooper growl and then the
unfamiliar but unmistakable noise of wolves fighting. Then it had been just
silence for hours. He could feel the other wolves of the pack were scared,
uncertain, somehow confused, worried for their future both on the short and
long run. It had been instantly obvious the new wolf had won, that he had
either killed or chased Cooper away during the fight and that the pack was now
his own, but what would he make of it, that nobody knew. Maybe he’d have killed
all the elders and the cubs to keep only the strongest adult wolves, maybe he’d
have killed everybody except the cubs, to raise them himself and make them his
army, or maybe he’d have killed everybody except the elders, to keep
experienced but substantially harmless wolves by his side as he started to form
his own pack with wolves of his own choosing.
The other cubs had spent those long, still hours crying silently, shaking in
fear. They hadn’t dared speaking a word, and Adam had been the only one brave
enough to wait for whatever was going to happen sitting by the door. It wasn’t
really bravery, nor even curiosity, at that point, but an overwhelming,
straight out impossibility to move away. Not with that smell so close, not
knowing the man that carried it was right there, that he owned them all now –
that he owned him, and that soon he’d finally get to meet him.
He had only backed off when he had felt his mother approach once again. He had
moved a few steps away, climbing on one of the broken seats and crouching down
there, ready for everything – ready for nothing.
Angela had walked in, introducing them to a young man. He was pretty tall, he
had long, curly black hair and dark brown eyes that shined with a golden light
every now and then. He had broad, strong shoulders, and his muscled arms,
coming out of his sleeveless, ruined t-shirt, were covered in still lightly
bleeding scratches. He had some on his face, too, one under his right eye, the
other cutting his lips in half.
The moment he had seen him, Adam had felt something tremble so violently inside
of him he had had to cling to the back of the seat not to falter and fall. He
had not only been overwhelmed by a physical sensation, a deep, unnamed urgency
to run towards him and touch him, but he had heard something too, some sort of
strong, ancient inner voice that hadn’t seemed his own at all, something that
had sounded like the howl of all the ancient wolves, compelling him to move.
He had stood up the moment Angela had started talking. “These are the cubs,”
she had said, “They aren’t Cooper’s children. He was unable to get any female
pregnant. They’re from a previous packmaster. They’re about to reach adulthood,
and they’re…” she had stopped talking the moment she had understood the new
packmaster wasn’t even listening to her anymore. He had stopped a few steps
from the door, and his eyes, after lazily skipping through the other cubs, had
stopped on Adam, and hadn’t moved away ever since.
Adam had clutched his fists down his sides, waiting for him to move. Angela had
smelled the air and had frowned, worried, but she had said nothing.
“Him,” the packmaster had said, nodding towards Adam, “What’s his name?”
“This is Adam,” Angela had said, looking at him too and exhaling a deep sigh as
she watched him jump on his feet as if called for a long awaited war, “My son.”
Under Cooper’s reign, Angela had spent much of Adam’s childhood telling him
affectionately to grow up strong, and grow up soon, for he would have surely
become an alpha wolf, and she had always hoped he’d be the one who’d have had
courage and skills enough to challenge Cooper and defeat him. She had always
wanted her son to be packmaster, not out of hunger for power – she was the lupa
of this pack, she couldn’t aspire to be in any higher position, as a female –,
but because she knew, she just knew Adam would have been perfect for the role.
He was fearless, righteous, he had a clear mind and a clear vision and never
hesitated speaking out about it.
He’d have been perfect and she had had such high hopes for him, but now that
she was seeing him in front of a true adult packmaster she instantly knew that
could have never been, and would have never been. She could smell her son’s
excitement from where she stood. And that was a call there was no escaping
from.
“Adam…” the man had said. He had let the name slide on his tongue and slip
through his lips, savoring it as if it had a taste. It probably had it, for
him. Adam was feeling something very similar to that, after all. Air had a
taste for him, now. Had a smell. The new packmaster’s smell. His taste, that
Adam could only imagine, but that he felt on his tongue already. “I’m Blaine,”
the man had said, “Your new packmaster.”
Adam had swallowed hard. “Nice to meet you,” he had said. He had tilted his
head, showing his neck in a sign of submission. The gesture, together with the
smell of his arousal, had made Blaine clutch his fists down his sides in a
nervous movement.
“Everybody out,” he had said, swallowing.
For a moment, Angela had looked like she wanted to stay and try and talk the
new packmaster out of it. He’s still too young, she would have said, He just
hit puberty. But what would have that meant? Her son was shivering, standing
still in front of Blaine, desperate to give in. The air was heavy with his
desire. Everything smelled of it. He wanted to be taken. He wanted to be taken
that very moment, he needed it. That was nature. Angela knew there was nothing
she could possibly do to change that, and so she had just moved aside.
“Come on, guys, out. Everybody,” she had simply said, leading the other
confused, upset cubs out of the trailer. She had made sure to close the door
behind herself as she walked away.
Once left alone with him, Blaine had walked quickly towards him, stopping just
a few inches away from his body. He had inhaled his scent deeply and had looked
at him as if he had never seen such a creature, as if he had had no idea what
to do with him. “What are you…?” he had asked, bending over him to press his
nose against his neck, rubbing it up and down the curve of his throat.
“What…?” Adam had asked back, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to keep
himself focused, and miserably failing at it.
“You…” Blaine had said, lifting a hand to grab at Adam’s hair, pulling a
little, “You don’t smell right.”
Entranced by his smell, by the strength of his fingers, by the sound of his
voice, Adam had gotten closer, pressing his nose against Blaine’s exposed skin
too. “Neither do you,” he had said, honestly. There was something different in
Blaine’s smell. Adam had smelled different packmasters, before. He had smelled
his father, and he had smelled Cooper. Nothing in their smell had ever felt so
threatening and yet so enticing as that something in Blaine’s smell did. That
wasn’t the right smell for a packmaster. It was the right smell for a lover.
Blaine had growled to the sound of his voice, a deep, throaty sound Adam had
felt vibrating all over his skin. He had stuck out his tongue and he had licked
up Adam’s neck shamelessly, with his mouth wide open, tasting him. “You taste
too young,” he had said, pensively.
Adam had moaned, clinging to Blaine’s half torn apart shirt with both his
hands. “Too young for what?” he had asked confusedly, “I’m fifteen.”
“Yeah,” Blaine had answered, “Exactly.”
Adam had said nothing in response to that. He had kept staring at him, not
knowing what to do with his own body, feeling it revolt under his own skin.
Every single inch of his body was itching, every single inch screamed to be
touched. He wanted Blaine’s hands on him, he wanted to feel his tongue lick him
in places he had never wanted anybody else to lick. He wanted to be kissed and
held, and he wanted to be fucked. Hard. As hard as he possibly could.
They had stood still for a few seconds, Adam just pressing his body against
Blaine’s, Blaine keeping Adam as close as being two different people let him.
Then Blaine had moved. He had shoved his hand down the back of Adam’s pants,
taking advantage of how loose and big they were. Those clothes didn’t fit him.
No clothes ever fit them. They had never been able to afford new clothes of the
right size, they lived on stolen goods and handovers. And Adam was so young. So
young and small and so skinny Blaine’s hand had found very easily to just move
past the waistband of his jeans, reaching his opening.
It had found it to be so wet his fingers had produced the most obscene sound by
just rubbing it lightly.
“What…” Adam had whined desperately, clinging to him as his back arched with
the shiver of pleasure that Blaine’s fingers’ touch had given him , “What is
this? Why is it happening?”
Before even answering the question, Blaine had let his own middle finger slide
up inside Adam’s wet opening. It had went in so easily they both had barely
felt it. But the idea, even without it being associated with any particularly
overwhelming physical sensation, had sent them both over the edge. The simple
fact that Blaine’s finger could have disappeared into Adam’s body so easily, as
if they had been born just for this, was almost too much to stand without
instantly wanting to give in to it. “You’re an omega,” Blaine had finally
answered, letting out a deeper growl as he curled his finger inside Adam’s
body, “You don’t smell ready, but you are.” He had opened his eyes and moved
back a few inches, only to look at Adam right in his eyes. He hadn’t spoken for
just a few seconds, and then he had said it. “I’m gonna fuck you, now.”
An order. A threat. An open war. A revolution.
The words had exploded into Adam’s head, making him blind and deaf, able to
react only to the feelings that were coming directly from the things Blaine was
doing to his body.
“Yes!” he had said. The yell had slipped out of his mouth without him being
able to even try and control it. He had been so embarrassed by that squealing
sound that he had wanted to cover his mouth with both his hands, but he had
found himself not minding about it at all when he had understood he couldn’t.
His body had stubbornly decided not to answer any command that wasn’t directly
related to Blaine, and so the moment he had tried to lift his hands to cover
himself he had just ended up leaning in, searching for Blaine’s lips to start
lapping at them, both in sign of submission and in a silent, desperate request
to be kissed.
Blaine had stuck his tongue out, licking at Adam’s. The moment they had
touched, a violent shock of pleasure had overwhelmed them both, and Blaine had
let out a deep, loud moan, just a second before throwing himself at Adam,
kissing him hard, noises of every kind escaping their wet lips as they opened
and closed them.
Adam had backed off, overwhelmed by the feeling and by Blaine’s strength, and
he had soon found himself laid down against the broken seats in the back of the
trailer. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to do such a thing, but none of
them had cared much, at the time. He had just responded to Blaine’s kiss
hungrily, vaguely aware of the mess he had made of himself. He had kept wanting
to lick and kiss him at the same time, he had kept wanting to do everything he
could possibly imagine to do to him, all at the same time, and that desperate
need, impossible to satisfy, had quickly made him restless and whiny.
Everything was Blaine, and that everything wasn’t enough, not just yet.
Blaine knew that, and soon enough he had pulled away, parting from Adam’s body
to strip himself off his clothes. His torn t-shirt and pants had ended up in a
shapeless little mount at their feet, and when Adam had seen him standing naked
in front of him he had had to muster all his strength not to crawl on his knees
to get his mouth on him. Uncertain on what to do, Adam had stood there on the
broken seats, motionless, shaking uncontrollably as wetness started to make him
feel uncomfortable.
Blaine had bent over him, kissing him hungrily and then whispering on his lips.
“Turn around, now,” he had said, and Adam had followed the order dutifully,
scrambling confusedly and slipping a couple times on the ruined leather lining
the seats, on which he had kneeled, pushing is ass out in a clear invite, his
fingers diving nervously into the stuffed seatback.
Blaine had growled, clashing against him. His teeth had instantly found their
way around Adam’s neck, and he had bitten down at his nape hard, while at the
same time he kept holding the kid’s hips between his hands, not wasting time at
all before thrusting quickly inside him, opening him up altogether with one
deep thrust.
The pain had been intense, but Adam had not cared for it at all. He was getting
exactly what he wanted, and the pain was part of it. Feeling him so clearly,
feeling the outline of his cock so precisely as it made room for itself inside
his body, came with that kind of pain. It was the right kind of pain, a pain
Adam wanted to feel. He had growled in pleasure and relief, letting out
frustration as Blaine’s teeth dove into his neck just as violently and deeply
as his cock was doing inside his body.
He remembers so well the feelings washing over his body as Blaine thrust inside
him, that day. He remembers feeling owned and needed, he remembers the wetness
and the pain, he remembers the smell of blood and how good Blaine’s tongue felt
as it licked it off the small wounds his teeth had opened on his nape.
That first time had been about more than just sex. It had been about finding
purpose, finding a place, somebody he belonged to. Blaine had been that
something, that somebody. He had awakened him.
Adam can’t forget that. Maybe other omegas do. They just forget and move on.
Packmasters change, after all. Wolves are mortal, wolves can be beaten and
killed. Just like his father’s been killed by Cooper, and Cooper’s been killed
by Blaine, Adam’s pretty sure that somehow, someday, Blaine’s gonna be killed
by somebody else striving for his throne. He’s not sure he wants to be there
when it happens, but it’s possible, it’s probable it will happen. But he
wouldn’t be able to move on past Blaine, he wouldn’t be able to get on with his
life after him, that much he’s sure about. Even not counting all the things
Blaine has done for him beside being his alpha, even wanting to ignore that he
defied pack rules to make him his Hand despite a centuries-old tradition
imposing no omega could ever be chosen to cover such role, even for just that
late afternoon in that trailer Adam could never move on and forget.
That’s why Adam has spent all his life, since Blaine imposed maturity on him,
to try and prevent to even ever have to prepare for the idea. As Hand of the
Packmaster he keeps the pack in line, he keeps everything in order and tries to
tone down Blaine’s natural push towards everything that’s outside the tradition
and the rules to make sure he’ll never fall.
Which is why, when Blaine comes to him and simply announces he found himself a
Lupa – and that Lupa is, in fact, a fifteen years old boy that’s not even half
a wolf – he loses his shit. This time, he thinks, Blaine went too far. This
will be his undoing, he’s sure of it.
And as much as he’s sure of it, he’s also sure that, if Blaine has to fall,
then he will fall by his side. And despite disagreeing with him – and pretty
much hating the kid, too – he decides to stand by him.
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