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Red Moon: Revolution Chapter 19

Trevor didn’t sleep well that night. It wasn’t because he was uncomfortable with Dmitri, in his wolf form snoring next to him. He had made his decision and was committed with going though with that until either it didn’t work out or until it turned into anything. He didn’t sleep well because he wasn’t exactly used to sleeping with Dmitri as a pillow. His fur was like a brush, stiff, bristly and it scratched at the nape of his neck.

He woke up several times with a tingling that had to be scratched and after the third time, he peeled away from the slumbering dog that took up nearly two thirds of the queen sized bed. He was no longer curled around himself like a normal dog would sleep through the night. Instead, he was showing his more human side with his legs and arms splayed out in all directions. He rolled, snorted and kicked in his sleep, not restlessly, but as if he was in some active dream.

Trevor managed to pull one of the pillows out from under Dmitri’s massive frame without waking him. He had to push on the wolf’s back which was a task in of itself, even with Trevor’s augmented strength.

The thing was flatter than a pancake after spending the night under the three hundred pound mass.

Frowning, Trevor fluffed it to the best of his ability and laid it down next Dmitri who whimpered and his front paws scratched at the air.

Trevor couldn’t help but smile at the display of pure innocence. Werewolf or not, there was something about watching a canine sleep and dream. The ambient light from the city, peering in through the completely open window and Trevor’s night vision let him see Dmitri’s eyes flicker under his lids.

As Trevor tried to relax, his robe became undone. It had been bunching uncomfortably throughout the night. It was made for just wearing around right after a shower, not to sleep in. The thick material rolled in on itself at his joints, making large lumps in the material. Trevor didn’t tie it back up, instead he discarded whatever shame he had and threw it off, casting to the far reaches of the room, leaving him naked. As far as Trevor knew, it was nothing that Dmitri hadn’t seen already.

It was alarming at how fast he was willing to toss away old dogmas. He would never have thought about going about naked, even if he was alone in his own home, but around Dmitri, it felt right. There was an uncanny connection he felt with the wolf that made his worries and fears dissolve away. Any doubts that he had from the evening before were gone now that he was lying next to Dmitri who cast a paw over his mate’s torso, pulling him in aggressively, even going as far as letting out a muffled growl, as if saying, “MINE.”

Trevor let his body be enveloped in the warm, scratchy fur that he had woken up to get away from.

In his wolf form, Dmitri was much larger than Trevor was. His muzzled head rested neatly atop of Trevor’s head where he drew in breaths of the smell that he loved. His paw was draped over his torso and his legs were well past Trevor’s own, curling once again around the man protectively. His tail lightly beat against the mattress and his dreams were filled with images of Trevor, some real, pulled from memories of years past, others were fantasies that left a wet smear across Trevor’s lower leg. Luckily, the man was already passed out by the time that occurred.

Trevor had no clean clothes and while he didn’t feel any embarrassment about being naked around Dmitri in the shelter of their rented condo, he couldn’t just go out naked to buy more. He could have worn his old clothes, but to the man who had grown up very modest and well mannered, it was already an outrage that he had already worn the same underwear for two days in a row. He wasn’t about to stretch that to three days.

Dmitri had packed clothes. All of it was three sizes too large, but Dmitri made a good point. “From what I’ve seen so far.” Dmitri said as he returned from the car, having grabbed his suitcase that he had stowed in there. “From the short drive through the city, you’ve either got to wear clothes that are too small or too large. It’s either baggy or skin tight.” So Trevor picked out a pair of shorts whose waist had to be folded to be made to fit with a belt and an equally ill fitting plain shirt.

Dmitri didn’t have much taste in clothes, preferring plain, dull clothes. He himself wore a pair of shorts and a grey button up shirt. The rest of the clothes he had brought along didn’t cary much from that.

Rommel had given them permission the day before to do what they wanted as long as they didn’t draw attention, so they did just that.

San Francisco had lots of clothes stores, but they didn’t have very many stores that sold the clothes that Trevor liked. He enjoyed more formal, or business casual with pressed buttoned shirts and creased pants. It gave him a sense that he was more confident that he really was. He was never a very confident man, being indecisive and often letting himself get pulled into situations that he really shouldn’t have gotten close to in the first place. Present company a strong, but not necessarily bad example.

By wearing clothes that made him appear to be confident, it created an artificial aura that made him feel more bold. It was something that his father had never approved of. His father wanted him to be truly confident in himself, but accepted early on that his son just wasn’t like that, plus he’d rather have a son that looked confident and well dressed than some college washout in hand-me-downs.

They had to visit a few stores before Trevor found something he liked. Dmitri followed along happily, smiling whenever Trevor looked at him and frowning threateningly at anyone who stared at his mate for too long. A large, obviously Russian man, no one wanted to be on his bad side and quickly ignored and looked away from the smaller American who looked exactly what his father didn’t want him to be.

It wasn’t long before Trevor had a new wardrobe of a mixture of buttoned shirts and slacks along with some plain tees and jeans for when he just wanted to be comfortable. He changed out of the ill fitting loans at the back of the store, using the single changing room that was hidden behind a rack of over priced ties.

The venture had drained Trevor’s funds, but he didn’t care that he much. The more time he was just out and away from home, it became easier to accept that he wasn’t going to be back for a very long time and he wasn’t really going to need his money where he was going.

He slid the curtain aside in his new garb. He unbuttoned the top button of his light purple buttoned shirt, revealing a sky blue shirt underneath that was tucked into his light gray slacks. He felt like he was back in his own skin and came out with a large grin on his face. It was a bit more colorful than he usually wore, but he thought that if he was rebuying all of his clothes, he might as well change it up a bit.

“How do I look.” He said to Dmitri who was waiting nearby, sniffing a silk pocket square. Trevor gave a quick twirl to let Dmitri see all angles of him. The thought crossed his mind that anyone who just saw him do that would have no problem identifying him as gay.

It was never an issue with Trevor that he was gay. It was simply who he was, he preferred the company of men over that of women, not that he didn’t have friends of the opposite sex. He didn’t scream to the world that he was gay, he didn’t hide it either because he didn’t want people to now him as Trevor, that gay guy, he wanted people to know him simply as Trevor. He never put effort into appearing straight or gay, he just acted how he felt comfortable acting. Sometimes it showed, sometimes it didn’t.

This led to a few interesting conversation with friends at times. One of his friends, someone who he had gone through all of high school with was actually one of the last people to learn that he was gay. He had claimed that Trevor was the straightest person he knew and never once thought of him as gay while others figured it out immediately.

“Looks good.” Dmitri set down the square, no longer interested in why new clothes always smelled funny. He wrapped an arm around Trevor’s waist and pulled him close to him and peered down at him. “Then again, you always look good to me.” He squeezed Trevor’s rump and felt him squirm under his grasp.

Trevor wasn’t used to physical contact in public. He had dated before, but it had always been very casual. A small peck here, a hug there, hand holding, no groping or anything like that. Dating had been more of a way to just share time with someone who was more like a very close friend than a boyfriend and that had worked out well for him. He didn’t push away from Dmitri’s very aggressive hold, he had told him that he was going to let Dmitri try and get familiar and if this was how he was going to do it, then Trevor wasn’t about to stop him.

“Well.” He chuckled and blushed a little. “ Maybe I should get a second opinion, because if that’s the case, then I assume you’d say the same thing If I was in a chicken costume.” A grunt confirmed Trevor’s assumption and he tested his own waters by squeezing Dmitri right back. It took a lot of will to do that, he just wasn’t used to it, but his bravery earned him a quick smooch on the top of his head. He was glad that Dmitri didn’t go for his lips, because he knew that he wasn’t comfortable enough for that kind of public display of affection.

Dmitri tensed a little and let off a growl, not the playful ones that Trevor had been hearing throughout the day, instead this one was a deep one that came straight from his chest. “What are you two looking at.” He barked, a snarl across his face that highlighted his facial scar.

Didn’t that scar make it hard for him to smell very well? The thought flashed across Trevor’s mind. He didn’t know where it came from, but it felt true. He was about to ask, but Dmitri pulled away.

“Sorry.” The center of Dmitri’s newly shifted attention said. It was a man, actually the man from the gas station the previous day. He was the one that was wearing too many layers for the weather and had smoked the cigarette. “Just putting on quite the show there.” Trevor felt that there was more than one meaning behind his words, something that he wasn’t saying.

“You’ll have to excuse my friend.” Surely enough, the other man that had been at the gas station came out from behind a rack of sports jackets. He was sporting a vest that still had the price tag attached to it. “He doesn’t get out much.”

The man with too many layers which hid how big he really was, turned back to the other. “Hey, when you live in the middle of the woods, there’s not much of an option.” The other shrugged. “Plus, it looked like they were about to go into some make out session, how can you not stare.”

Dmitri let up a little. “I guess so.” He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Never liked it when people stared.”

“Again, sorry.” Too-many-layers said. “We won’t bother you again.”

“You’re just going to end up staring again.” The other smirked and crossed his arms, nudging the other . “Have something against homosexuals?”

“No.” He quickly lashed.

“By the way you’re arguing, you two sound like a couple.” Dmitri gave a out a deep ‘hah’ and got a quick glare while he was verbally cornered by the two. Trevor just watched on with mild amusement at how quickly Dmitri had switched from ready to kill, to friendly.

“Yeah.” The man agreed. “What would Taima think if she knew you were cheating on her with me.”

“First of all.” Too-many-layers pointed his finger at Dmitri and his friend. “I’m not dating Taima. Second.” He held up two fingers. “I’m not gay, so I’m not dating you.” He looked at his watch and his frown grew deeper. “We need to hurry and get you into something presentable before we meet my father.” He stormed off deep into the store, unaware at the irony of his comment.

Dmitri smiled and looked at the one remaining person who was desperately trying to not fall on the ground laughing. “Name’s Dmitri.” He stuck out his hand and nodded his head to Trevor who walked up next to him. “This is Trevor.”

“Sean.” He took the larger hand that completely covered his. “That’s Rob. Ignore him, he’s always like that, some stick has been shoved up his rear for too long and I’m afraid that if he gets it out, he’s going to beat people to death with it.”