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man's hands.
    "What the hell?" the big man asked,
his face streaked with sex sweat.
    "I'm thirsty," Harlan said, staring
down the man's friends.
    Harlan was not large in his human
form, by any stretch of the imagination. But he was fit. He had the
body of a runner, tall and thin. His bunched muscles pushed out
against taunt, dark skin and his dark shoulder length hair only
barely concealed the hawk like features of his face. He was sure,
to the muscled blonde man's pack, he didn't look like much. They
circled around him, eyes darting back and forth to their leader,
and again Harlan missed the comfort of his pack. He pushed the
thoughts of their demise from his mind, instead concentrating on
the blonde Adonis in front of him.
    "Get your own damn drink," the
blonde man said, stepping forward and attempting to retake his
errant beverage. Harlan stepped quickly to the side when one the
other men reached forward. Harlan took his arm with his free hand
and pulled him in the direction he was already going, using the
man's own momentum to fling him to the other side of the ring and
into one of the other would be attackers.
    "Really?" the blonde man asked. "You
want to do this? You want to fight right here right now? Didn't you
see what I just did?"
    Harlan shrugged as yet another of
the man's pack leapt, intent not on taking the drink but instead
knocking him to the ground. Harlan quickly sidestepped again,
holding the drink aloft with his right hand, and catching the
assailant in the throat with his outstretched left hand. The man
collapsed to the floor in a heap, suddenly winded.
    "I don't want to fight," Harlan
said. "Though I don't mind it. I'd much rather take you somewhere
and fuck you," he said with a shameless grin, "and then chain you
up in my basement."
    The man's eyebrows twitched,
intrigued, and he smiled. "Oh yeah? And why would you want to chain
me up in your basement?"
    Another of the half dozen mean
jumped at Harlan. Once again he merely sidestepped, leaving his
left leg outstretched and tripping the man who fell to the floor,
joining his other friends. He still hadn't spilt a drop of the
drink.
    "I’ve been watching you, and,
honestly, I like what I see. Tomorrow night is a full moon," Harlan
began. " I’ve lost my pack. I think you might be a worthy addition
if you survive.”
    The muscled blonde man laughed out
loud. "Oh, is that right? You're going to change into a wolf or
something? Is that it? And then you’re going to turn me into one as
well?"
    Harlan shrugged. “It is what it
is.”
    "Fuck it Frankie," another of the
cohorts taunted. "He’s a fag. I’ll take him.”
    The big man, now with a name Harlan
thought, shrugged and the other stepped forward, fists upraised.
Harlan lightly tossed the drink into the air, spun gracefully with
his leg upraised, and connected with the man's face, sending him
whirling away into the crowd. He caught the drink on the way back
down, still not having dropped an ounce of its contents.
    Frankie smiled in appreciation.
"You're good, I'll give you that. But what makes you think I swing
that way?"
    "I don't really care if you swing
that way or not," Harlan replied. "I do swing that way, on
occasion, and on this occasion I want you."
    Frankie smiled broadly once more and
waved his friends off. "Leave it," he ordered. "I'll handle him.
You ready to go outside and finish this?"
    Harlan grinned back, showing canines
that had elongated both from the desire he felt in his crotch and
the coming onset of the full moon.
    #
    Harlan pushed Frankie up against the
brick wall in the alleyway separating the club from the parking
lot, relishing in the feel of his firm flesh, and kissed him
passionately. The muscled Adonis tasted every bit as good as he'd
smelt back on the dance floor and the night air, free from the
cigarette and pot smoke of inside the club, was
invigorating.
    "How did you know?" Frankie asked
between gasps of air as the two locked lips.
    "Know what?" Harlan