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Porsche was mad. The type of mad where you want to rip something apart and shred it to pieces until all that’s left is a fleeting sensation of it ever being there. The it being his fellow packmate and Kinn’s second in-command, Pete.
After a not-quite-successful attempt of making peace with faerie population that had somehow managed to infest the south region of their territory, the pack was scheduled to meet at the den— as a certain alpha liked to call the almost falling apart thing in the woods; the two floors and a decent-sized porch that have become so suffocatingly small, or perhaps it was their pack that has grown larger in the past few months.
Which it has, considering the fact that it used to be a pack-of-one as Arm liked to joke in the presence of their Alpha. A pack consisting of a certain lone wolf and emotional baggage enough for three.
Porsche still couldn’t quite place the events in some sort of chronological order that have led to this point in their, now, collective life. He remembers training, rigorous hours invested into proper etiquette and pack politics, twice as many into attempts to learn channeling his magic to the tips of his fingers. And all of that was just the tip of the massive supernatural iceberg that somehow came crashing into Porsche’s life with a capital ALPHA riding at the front.
Porsche shook the thought out of his head, it really didn’t help the situation as the man in question was the reason he was currently screaming his lungs at the youngest wolf in their midst; a wolf that was by build larger almost like himself, but what he didn’t lack in strength—Pete lacked in sense of self-preservation.
“How the hell do you just decide to storm their village, Pete?”
The human was pacing back and forth in the living room, the hardwood floor giving way underneath the frantic set of constant footsteps. “Do you not think with that head? You could have died for fucks sake!” The younger visibly flinched at Porsche’s choice of words but stood his ground nonetheless.
“Or even worse, they could have— they could have enchanted you with some shit and it would have been too late by the time the rest of us came to help, I just—”
Taking one look at the stoic expression on Pete’s face, Porsche’s blood boiled with sudden urge to dislocate his jaw. Knowing that the attempt would most certainly end with his own broken fist or worse—permanent nerve damage from trying to hit a solid unmoving mass of muscle—Porsche sighed in defeat.
“I swear, it’s like babysitting with you and Pol. At times I can’t even tell the difference between you and toddlers.”
At the mention of his name, Pol padded down the stairs and gave Pete a stink-eye. “I refuse to be dragged into slander and speculation when you’re reprimanding Pete, Porsche.” Forcing the human’s head sideways, he planted a wet kiss at Porsche’s cheek, “and you know that you love when we act like toddlers, It gives you that pack-mother feeling you claim does not exist in you.”
Blushing furiously, Porsche broke from the embrace, a giggling Pol disappearing into the kitchen.
“I do not! I am your emissary, for God’s sake! I just worry about the wellbeing of this pack and we can’t have that if you go around acting like a bunch of kids on a playground!”
Pete fought the smirk threatening to break on his lips. “Porsche, I know you want to yell at me some more and give lectures upon lectures on how it could have ended much worse than it actually did, and if I might add,” the young wolf tried to put on his best puppy eyed look, “I’m really really hungry and tired and I just want someone to pet my hair until I fall asleep. Or even better, wash my hair as I drift off.”
The emissary tried to fight the embrace from the younger man but, as all previous attempts to be mad at Pete, it was futile. He felt the warmth first, a scorching body burning through the fabric of their clothes and then Pete’s nose was up against his nape, scenting; soft inhales and exhales as a ticklish sensation against his skin. The affectionate touch ripped his anger to shreds and mentally, Porsche swept them under the rug.
“What do you want to eat?”
Porsche could feel that smile against the skin of his neck and the all too loud laughter coming from the kitchen. Squirming in Pete’s hold, he tried to sound as annoyed as he wanted to be. “Don’t think this is the end of it, just you wait until your mighty Alpha—” Pete stiffened against him and reluctantly took a step back.
“His mighty Alpha what, Porsche?”
All the human could see was the dried blood and guts, Gods know from what, staining Kinn’s clothes and arms. The man was grinning, a soft red tinting his cheeks as if he’d ran a few laps around the house before finally deciding to come inside. He could see the healing marks on his forearms and the obvious ‘I am tired but me Alpha so must stand straight’ stance and that rage bubbled inside his chest once again. Kinn’s smile faltered as soon as he took a sniff in Porsche’s direction, confusion evident in his face.
“What’s wro—”
“You!” Porsche stormed towards him, all sense of self preservation going out the window. He mentally kicked himself, this was a Pete thing to do.
“I, what? What’s wrong?” Pete took his cue and darted into the kitchen, probably to join a cackling Pol in their attempt to raid the fridge of anything remotely edible.
“Pete stormed the faerie village! What kind of idiot does that?” He stared at Kinn, gaze unwavering, “No, wait— what kind of idiot suggests it?”
Kinn visibly flinched at the last sentence, his chest puffing out on instinct. “I did.” Not breaking eye contact with his emissary, he continued, “To be technical, it was not a suggestion, it was an order.”
“You what?” Porsche stared at him in shock. The thing about him being Kinn’s emissary and Kinn being the Alpha was that all things and matters were discussed with great attention and objectivity, with pack’s safety as their number one goal. Most importantly, they were always discussed with Porsche.
“You actually, after what— three hours of careful deliberation whether or not to attack the faerie and actually agreeing with me that we should not do it, went and gave an order for that idiot to storm them?”
“Porsche, we did have a talk. But then, those little nasty things intercepted Pete and me on our perimeter run and I've had enough. They needed to be taught a lesson, not to mess with us or our land.”
Porsche gaped at him like a fish and flopped down, back against the sofa. “Since when do you, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, make decisions on the go, literally? Do you know just how much this might cost us? Just because, oh the mighty Alpha had a testosterone jump in his bloodstream!”
There was an audible clatter in the kitchen as someone dropped a plate. Kinn took it as his cue.
“Enough.” There was no venom in his tone but just enough anger and authority for Porsche to stop talking. Kinn rarely used that voice on him, Porsche was more than aware of it, but he was also aware that he took advantage of it on more than one occasion— he decided to push his luck.
“Enough what, Kinn? Enough reason? Enough advice from your own damn emissary?” When Kinn just continued staring at him with his i-kill-babies look, Porsche continued to bite. “Or is this how it’s going to be from now on? You’ll just ask for advice but do whatever the fuck you want anyway? Gonna become an Alpha like all those we’ve encountered so far— having no regards for your packmates’ safety and wellbeing of the pack overall? Gonna jump wherever that stupid wolf of yours makes you and—”
Porsche had seen Kinn’s full Alpha shift only once for the time he’s been a part of the man’s pack— that time Arm got pulled into some shady stuff with a century old coven from two towns over and the witches put a spell on the Alpha, making him go feral for a full month.
The scary thing was not that, all of a sudden, his Alpha was a big black wolf with fluffy fur— it was the primal instincts of an animal behind those canines.
It took them almost two full months to go back to normal after the emissary successfully managed to break the spell; Porsche refusing to sleep in the pack pile while Kinn was there. It was a tough period for them, one that left cracks in their bonds that never quite healed even though everything went pretty much back to normal after a while.
But what remained was fear. Porsche hated to admit it, but that was the only time he’d ever felt afraid of Kinn.
What Porsche didn’t have a chance to notice before—when Kinn was forced to fully shift—was the beauty of it. Complete, mesmerizing beauty and magic of it. It was not disgusting, though the bone cracking did make him swallow a lump, and it most certainly was not scary even though Porsche had a very good reason to be afraid. He could feel adrenaline surging through his veins and body, making him high on excitement. Porsche was fascinated.
And most certainly, utterly stupid.
“Porsche—please don’t make any sudden movements,” Arm spoke somewhere from behind the sofa Porsche was currently further pressing himself against, a not-so-small wolf barely a meter away and shaking in what Porsche hoped was excitement and not anger.
Kinn’s wolf was gorgeous. And it was exactly what came out of Porsche's mouth as he all but sputtered the words.
At the tone of his voice the wolf raised his head, deep brown eyes staring at Porsche's face. It took the emissary a few minutes for his brain to catch up with the situation and Porsche froze in his spot, the wolf growling slightly at the action.
“Porsche, just relax— he's not going to hurt you, he's not feral, just— don't speak.” The emissary nodded his head in affirmation.
He could hear two pairs of footsteps approaching from behind and he realized Pete and Pol must've sensed their Alpha's shift, their own bodies on high alert as the wolf moved closer towards the sofa. Pete shifted closer to Porsche to which the wolf growled in warning— eyes still not breaking contact with Porsche.
And then it all happened too fast.
Arm shouted in alarm and Pol held back Pete while the youngest struggled to keep his beta shift in control and Kinn, well—to be more technical his wolf (which Porsche had on one occasion, while venturing through Kinn’s subconsciousness and the man’s shared place with his wolf, nicknamed Toothless) dove head first into Porsche's lap, pinning the emissary's body underneath his heavy frame.
Porsche's eyes were still staring at the empty spot where the wolf stood only moments ago and his pack members were dead silent. He mentally cursed his inability to read their facial expressions at that moment—h could hear Pol whispering something along the lines of what the fuck is going on and Arm’s as confused I have no idea before the wolf licked at his palm and tried to snuggle his muzzle underneath it.
Porsche thought how ridiculous it must’ve looked—a giant black wolf laying in his lap asking to be pet like a puppy. And what probably made it even more ridiculous, at least to him and his packmates, was the fact that no one has ever come this close to Kinn in his Alpha form, lest petted Toothless.
Porsche would rather die than say that name out loud.
When the wolf started whining low in his throat, Porsche took that as his cue to lift the palm and place it in between his ears, gently burrowing the fingers into the thick fur. His movement was rather stiff which made the wolf growl softly and push his head against Porsche’s abdomen firmly.
“Okay—Kinn I have no idea what’s gotten into you and I seriously apologize for crossing the line earlier but you cannot just shift into your wolf form and expect me to be relaxed about it, especially with your canines seemingly itching to burrow themselves into some flesh.” Somewhere behind him, Pol snickered, prompting Arm and Pete to whack him on the head. Playfully, Porsche hoped— the last thing he needed now was another shifting.
The wolf relaxed further, the weight of his body slightly uncomfortable in the emissary’s lap. Porsche had no idea what to do.
It was not like they never laid in puppy piles in that makeshift nest of old mattresses and worn out sweatshirts, just that the said pile never included a huge wolf ready for some petting and nuzzles. And Porsche was not one to shy away from his packmate’s touches—he actually loved the way their bonds would thrum with magic and affection during such times—it was just that he had never petted a packmate in their shifted form. His Alpha at that.
“Your words must’ve cut really deep for him to shift like this,” Pete spoke as he was retreating to the kitchen, “Especially for him to ask for cuddles in wolf form.” Kinn’s growl was the youngest’s cue to fasten his pace. Porsche just sighed in defeat to which the wolf raised his head and stared at the emissary.
“Kinn, if something’s wrong I need you in your talking form to actually be able to help, petting your fur won’t help as much as you hope it will. And don’t just stare at me with those sad brown eyes, I know you can understand what I’m saying.” He got the softest and saddest of whines in response and Porsche gave in.
“You’re just a gigantic, cuddly black beast.”
If wolves could purr, Porsche knew it would’ve been the response Kinn’s wolf gave when he started running his fingers through the thick fur behind his ears, but he never expected the wolf to close his eyes and whine even deeper than before—making Porsche’s heart clench in response.
The emissary couldn't help but wonder how long it must’ve been for the Alpha and his wolf to be this open and vulnerable in front of a packmate, or anyone for that matter. Porsche knew the story of the Theerapanyakun pack—once huge in numbers and strength, decapitated throughout the years of pack wars and feuds, leaving behind a rogue wolf with no sense of belonging and home.
Kinn was never meant to be an Alpha of his family—his father and older brother having upper ranks in the pack, with him being a third and then second in command as the Alphas fell one by one. As a beta, he was more than strong and powerful, but having become an Alpha with Arm the first one to join his pack and the rest following, he never got the chance to relax enough to open himself up; save the few occasions of pack piles and bonding sessions.
“You enjoying yourself, big guy?” Porsche squirmed a bit to get into a more comfortable position, the wolf’s head not moving an inch from his lap. He received a soft grumble in return and smiled to no one in particular; the trio having left the room. “Want me to try something I've been working on? I promise it won’t hurt you.”
At that the wolf lifted his head and stared at him somewhat quizzically. Porsche smiled softly in return and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, intricate rune work marking his forearms. The wolf nuzzled his wrist and licked a stripe up the forearm, gagging lightly at the taste it must’ve left on his tongue. “It’s magic Kinn, it should not taste good.”
Preparing to become an emissary was something that Porsche never imagined himself doing, but when his spark began manifesting after his 17th birthday, it was a natural path from then on. His mother used to tell stories of powerful humans protecting packs of wild beasts with sparkling magic, how those humans were regarded as important as pack leaders, but Porsche never quite fully believed in them. That was until he himself came of age to look for a pack he was to remain with until its last member stood.
Pressing his palms together, the emissary closed his eyes and concentrated. When calling for his spark Porsche would always imagine a forest, multiple streams cutting the ground and intercepting like a network of bright and fast lines. His spark worked somewhat similar to that mental image—powerful magic coursing through his bloodstream with his mind focusing it towards the right places; sometimes to the runes, other times to the tips of his fingers.
Last time he had dived into his bond with Kinn, Porsche caught Toothless floating belly-up in their shallow lake with Kinn floating next to the wolf completely content and relaxed. Porsche knew just how deep a bond between werewolves and their wolves could be but seeing the two in such a setting—inside Kinn’s mind and bond, completely safe from the outside world—Porsche realized that their bond must’ve been stronger than anything he could ever imagine with Kinn being a born werewolf. A mental image of Toothless as a small fluffy cub made Porsche laugh lightly, his spark thrumming bright gold at the emotion.
“I’m sorry I called you stupid earlier. It was the frustration and anger at our Alpha that spoke through me and I shouldn’t have made you the target of it.” Pressing his palms at the sides of the wolf’s head, Porsche let the spark flow through, “I know you’re nothing but sweet and fluffy and cuddly, so I sincerely apologize.”
The wolf let out a soft howl as the spark started running down and through his fur.
Porsche focused everything inside his body to transfer the intensity of his bond towards Kinn and his wolf. He could feel that it must’ve been overwhelming to them, but he wanted to show just how deeply and fondly he felt for the wolf and the Alpha, how with everything he did and said he bore them in mind first before anything or anyone else.
“I think that you should let Toothless rest now, Kinn and shift back. We need to speak like adults and not play hide and seek in that spacious forest you have in your mind.”
Porsche didn’t have time to remove his palms before there was that bone cracking sound again, soft fur against his fingers being replaced with hot skin and an erratic pulse. Kinn’s dark eyes were staring at him, gaze pinning him down with something else behind it that the emissary couldn’t quite name. His palms were now cradling Kinn’s face barely a feet apart from his own and Porsche seriously didn’t dare to drop his gaze at the Alpha’s now naked body almost straddling his own.
“Did you,” a pause, “name my wolf, Toothless?”
Porsche mentally slapped himself. “Kinn, hey— no no no, you heard it wr—”
“Toothless,” Kinn’s bushy eyebrows rose to his hairline, jaw clenching, “TOOTHLESS?”
The emissary could feel the Alpha's face heating up, Kinn's gaze not moving an inch from his eyes and to be honest, Porsche didn't want to push his luck and look away.
“Kinn, it's just a nickname! You know that your wolf and I spend a lot of time together in my sessions, it's only natural that—”
“What, you name him after that ridiculous thing?“
Porsche was flabbergasted. “Let's not insult each other now, okay? Toothless is the single most greatest thing that ever graced the skies of DreamWorks movies and he's just so cute it reminded me of your wolf a lot so I started calling it that in my mind and well— now, out loud.”
“I don’t care if both of you,” Kinn pressed in closer, “like that name, an Alpha’s wolf will not be called like that or i’ll—”
Porsche beamed at the Alpha. “He likes it?”
Kinn’s heart took up the pace but before he had time to dwell on the reason for it, Pete appeared; all laughter and tears on his face. “I can’t believe you’ve nicknamed his wolf like that, Porsche. It takes a lot of balls to make something cute out of an Alpha’s wolf.” Pol squealed in laughter somewhere in the kitchen.
Kinn took one last look at Porsche’s flushed, smiling face and pulled back from the man’s palms. It was not like his packmates had never seen him naked before but, feeling self conscious all of a sudden, the Alpha grabbed a pillow next to the emissary and covered his groin with it, standing up in front of the sofa.
“Pack meeting delayed until tonight, the emissary’s presence is optional.”
Porsche wanted to laugh at how childish the man was acting when only minutes ago he—well, Toothless—was all sprawled over his lap, but then again, as Kinn’s naked ass retreated towards the porch where he shifted fully once again in one big jump, Porsche was left wondering why the hell was he blushing so damn much.
It must’ve been the broken AC.
—
“I can’t believe he shifted like that over an argument.” Arm was laying back against the floor, Pol’s head resting on his stomach. “Think of it, just how many times in total have we seen him fully shift?”
Pol ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve seen it three times, this one included.”
“Five times for me, and we’ve been packmates for more than a while.”
The thing about Kinn, Arm mused, was that the Alpha never lost control, especially over his pack. Even when they were fighting with broken bones and healing wounds, Kinn always managed to maintain that composure and rationality of thought.
“It’s probably just the fact that Porsche’s words got to him, you know how he can get when it comes to Porsche.”
That Arm knew a little too well. The first and last time he’d yelled at the emissary over something so silly he couldn't even remember what it was, Kinn made him submit to Porsche and apologize. He may have been Kinn’s second for a while before Pete joined the pack, but he was still the third and in ranking technically higher than Porsche. Submitting to a human member of the pack was not as half as humiliating as being forced to do so by his own Alpha.
Arm rested his head against his forearms. “True. Porsche does seem to be able to get the best and worst out of us even with just his words.” He received a smack on the chest for that sentence.
“You know we wouldn’t be what we are today without him.”
“Yeah, I know Pol. I know.”
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Kinn ran.
It felt like miles of mossy ground were vanishing under his paws, his wolf navigating the forest and dodging trees in their way, until they were rushing into a huge meadow— the clearing of tall green grass mixed with poppies so strong in his nostrils— and they ran some more.
Toothl— fuck, I swear I’ll kill him—his wolf was ecstatic and content, more than ever, after the little cuddling session with their emissary.
‘when are we going to tell him’
He felt an urge to howl at the question in his mind, and he did so— stopping abruptly and raising his head towards the sky.
‘Soon’, he replied.
He needed to tell Porsche soon, before either he or his wolf did something stupid—like bite off a head of one of their packmates for simply even showing affection towards the human.
Toothl—urgh, fuckin’ Porsche and the stupid nickname and his face and everyth—Toothless howled alongside Kinn, happiness painting the sound.
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