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Taste the rainbow!

I have had way too much cranberry juice (without even any vodka in it, boo) and eaten like a bajillion (three) See's Marshmallow Easter Eggs. Yet somehow I am still in a good mood (and not puking my guts out).

I know right? I wish I had something deeper to add, but I don't, so, cracky Some Kind of Magic EXCERPT:

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Ray scratched his nose, tried to clear his senses, but then moved when he couldn’t. He headed out, pushing past Ross without an apology and ignoring his offers of help.

He just needed out. Now. Fresh air. It had been too long since a hunt, or a trip beyond the city. And this case. Cal. Ray just needed clean air.

A dirty parking lot would have to do. He gulped in oxygen until his nostrils weren’t stinging and his blood wasn’t hot with the need to hunt, and then he turned, unsurprised to hear Cal approaching. He was dressed today, in a tight t-shirt and jeans. How considerate of him. He looked good, but it was nothing to how he smelled, and he was studying Ray so carefully that Ray wanted to ask what he looked like to Cal, if he shined.

“So Penn looked it up in the car, and she says there’s a werewolf who lives in the woods outside of town that this guy tried to beat up in a biker bar a few months ago.”

He didn’t seem to be reacting any differently than he always did to Ray’s presence, so Ray nodded slowly, returning to the present. “The case was pending.” He paid attention to werewolf cases, rare as they were. This one had been a simple assault charge, or not so simple, as the charge had been against the human.

“So…” Cal shifted, came closer, bright and immediately calming with his echoes of cottoncandybubblegum. Childhood pleasure in what was in front of him. Need. No fear.

Why him? Ray almost asked himself again, but couldn’t when the funhouse, carnival midway scent of Cal was so near and dear to him. He was probably staring, mooning, but for once Cal didn’t seem to notice.

“Maybe it’s not related, but she says you have to check it out.” Cal shifted position again, staring out at the cars and the road and not Ray. They weren’t touching, but when Ray glanced down he could see his shoes getting covered in glitter. Cal abruptly, finally looked at him again, reading something in Ray’s face that made him sigh.

“What?” Ray wondered. It was as close as he could get to asking the rest, what Cal saw when he looked at him. There was too much hope in his voice as it was. Cal sighed again, then shook his head.

“So I was thinking…” Cal paused, rolling one hand and trying to look more beautiful, or persuasive, Ray wasn’t sure, but he managed to do both. “…Road trip?” he asked finally, then hopped when Ray lifted one brow. It wasn’t a no and they both knew it. “Sweet! I call shotgun!”

Damn Ray wanted to smile. He had to fight to sound stern, to wonder where his dark mood had gone.

“No way. You take the back again.” Then he stopped, looking past the yellow tape and over at poor Benedict, who still looked queasy, then to Penn, who was watching them from the car. He looked back into green and gold and chocolate eyes. Shiny. Yes, Cal was shiny to him. “You sure you want to ride in a car with a savage, murderous werewolf, Petunia?”

Cal wrinkled his nose. It was irritatingly cute.

“You want to ride in a car with a hyper, weak, no good half-fairy, Fifi?” he inquired smoothly, then danced toward the car with a crazy pirouette.

Ray grinned after him, faintly.

“You forgot slutty,” he shouted.

“Please!” Cal didn’t even bother to turn back to him. “Pixies are way sluttier. Besides, half-fairy, remember?”

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Act fast with a request and I'll commentfic them for you. :P

On a semi-related note, Cal would totally suck dick for Skittles.

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You know, in this universe, pixies are distinct creatures, so I was all like, does she want dog/pixie porn????GROSS.

And then, duh, I got what you meant. heh

Nothing more specific than that for the prompt?

I'll think of something better, let me gestate on it. I don't want to waste this opportunity.

Good because all I got last night were like...Cal realizing Ray's in love with him, or Ray meeting Cal's mother, sort of randomness.

Also I wrote ridiculously sugary fluff up top for xelloss poo.

Okay, something less shmoopy? How about this: As we all know Ray senses and, well, *needs* are heightened during the full moon. Cal decides to test how heightened by playing a fun, fun game of hide-the-fairy to see how long it will take Ray to hunt him down.

I thought of something like that too. Well sort of like that. Hmmmm

I think we discussed the possibility before. I like they idea of Cal doing it without telling Ray first, though. What a fun surprise to come home to after a hard day of work!

Umm...I sort of did something. I'm almost done. I can't tell whether to porn it or not though.

Cal sighed and kicked his feet, not that he was tired. Impatient was a better word. Or horny. Or hungry.

One of those he could take care of right now. Well, technically two but coming before Ray caught up with him would mean a hurt and slightly irritated puppy and that wasn't what Cal wanted.

So he sighed again and didn't touch himself and reached for a box of chocolate Pocky while he tried to distract himself by translating the phrase, "Find me, Big Boy," into French, Spanish, Elvish, Northern Troll, Southern Troll, and Italian, though the Troll languages weren't really good for anything sexy. Roughly translated they came out to "Hunt me down, large man child," and "Find me, BOY" with an emphasis and change in tone on "boy" to indicate large size, and neither language correctly captured the play on words inherent in "Big Boy" and it was a wonder he knew them at all.

Why did he know them? Oh right. College and his brief period of attempting to learn all the Being languages. That was before he'd learned that some simply weren't able to spoken with a human mouth and vocal chords. The wolf language, for example, used by both Werewolves and otherwise, was a complicated mix of pheromones and head and tail movements as well as noises such as whines, yips, and growls.

He'd honestly tried to understand it though, even if he could never emulate much more than the submissive gestures. They were useful to know; they turned Ray on like nobody's business. Even before they'd mated, Cal had figured that one out. One hint of his bare throat or an exposed wrist or soft underbelly and Ray was a hot, growling, painfully hard wreck until Cal took pity on him.

If by "took pity" he meant jumped on him and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until they were both wrecks and everything felt awesome.

Which...made him want to jack off again. Cal sighed, for the hundredth time in the past few hours. But, he perked up and munched another Pocky stick, it was only a matter of time now before Ray burst through that door to take him in a fit of violent, beautiful, rough doggy style sex. Or wolfy style. Whatever.

Even Ray had to understand the meaning of a note on his car like "Find me, Big Boy." Even a Ray during a full moon, who got distracted and thought slower than he usually did because his senses were in overdrive and he was...well, overstimulated would be putting it mildly.

Popping boners left and right and staring at Cal with heavy, hungry eyes. Grabbing Cal the second he walked into the station and pulling him into the nearest closet to blow him, rough until they were in there and then slow, like the scent and taste alone were killing him when Cal was the one eyes shut and dying while Ray's wolf side went down on him so thoroughly.

The full moon did things to him that embarrassed him and frustrated him and drove him crazy but Cal, frankly, loved it. He loved that Ray could find him anywhere, but so much faster when the moon was fat and high, loved that Ray always apologized afterward as if he'd lost control when he never once truly had, loved that Ray needed him so much and that he could be there for him.

Not that any of that meant that Cal couldn't test the limits of that control, or have a little fun while he was at it.

I just noticed I wrote burst through that door instead of through the trees. Weird.

He sucked chocolate from the little cookie stick and mourned that no one was here to watch him do it. Then he thought back over his day, every part of town he'd visited, the stores, the library, the love cave, the hotels, knowing that at each one Ray would go out of his mind.

The hotels especially would have Ray burning. He'd think Cal would be there and nope, only the puff of a scent cloud where Cal had made sure to rub himself all over a chair, or a table, or a room key and...

Hey, he hoped Ray hadn't intimidated any hotel employees. Maybe next time he should lay off the keys and just go back to leaving false trails all over town.

The club had been a good one. It had always amazed him how Ray had been able to find him at clubs with all those other scents around. But he'd turn around and Ray would be there, across the street in his car or something, then give a start and hurry off, always looking so guilty the next day and acting as though Cal hadn't known he was there.

As though that flash of shiny heat could be anyone else but his Ray Ray.

His Ray Ray. Cal's sigh was happy this time, but he kicked his feet again and shivered at the chill of the stream on his toes.

Honestly it was a little cold out here, and the woods were so dark. How were they so dark all the time? It wasn't natural. He could hear birds, or bats, or something, and it wasn't at all romantic.

But loving the woods was a Were thing, so he was willing to try it at least. There was very little he wouldn't try. Maybe nothing. Especially where Ray was concerned.

But Ray had better hurry up. Cal figured he had another hour at least before Ray followed his scent-trail out of town to the woods and this sheltered little spot by a small stream, but it felt like forever.

He wanted Ray now.

"Cal," the growl came out of nowhere and made him jump up about three feet into the air. A second later and he was on his back with Ray panting over his neck.

Cal yipped, then whined, then wriggled ineffectually. His hands came up, found fur, and oh oh OH, Ray hadn't fully shifted back to a man. Which meant he'd shifted to a wolf. Which meant somewhere, sometime tonight, a large black and gray wolf had been rampaging through town.

He wanted to ask, oh Ray when? or to at least try to feel sorry about how embarrassed Ray was going to be tomorrow, but he couldn't, because Ray had been running after him full stop for hours now, and though he'd tried, his control was obviously slipping.

There were muscles and arms and hands for Cal to touch, but there were also claws and soft fur, and Cal closed his eyes but the shine was everywhere, undeniable. It was Ray, naked and hard for him, damp with sweat and exhaustion, humming with anger and need.

"You found me," he murmured, not sure why he sounded so surprised but then deciding he didn't care why when Ray turned his head, scraping Cal with his teeth at first and then biting down.

His grip tightened, and Cal got it, suddenly fluent in wolf after all.

"I'm here," he whispered knowing Ray would hear. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm sorry."

He arched his back, his throat, and Ray ended the bite, not painful, but so very serious, and then dragged his tongue over the wound. He moved his head the next second, exhaling heavily over the throb of Cal's jugular and then letting out a small, careful growl.

When he moved again it became a whine, hurt, pleading.

"Ray." He had a feeling Ray was beyond human words at the moment and so he wiggled until he could get a hand free, and he ran his fingers lightly down Ray's back. The muscles under the skin tensed, then shivered.

He took his hand away then and brought it down, putting his palm to Ray's mouth, then his wrist. Ray, thank goodness, licked him again, and then his big hand closed around Cal's wrist and pushed it to the ground above his head. He did the same with his other hand, and then with one hand holding Cal down easily, not that Cal would ever dream of trying to get away, he pulled Cal's legs up.

Cal was so glad he'd decided to wait for Ray naked. His wings were stinging as they got crushed, but it was one sensation among many, heat and strength and sweat and fur rubbing against him, Ray trying to speak, the words coming out in a strangled, heavy snarl, and then Ray's mouth back at his shoulder and Ray's cock sliding inside of him.

Cal always healed, it was always tight, and there was no lube. The ache made him grunt, and then oh OH, Ray was licking him again, soothing, trying what he could to make it better, and he was so shiny. Better than chocolate. Better than anything.

Cal shifted his hips up as much as he could and angled his head to the side, found and caught and captured and wanting Ray to know it.

He tried to think of languages, wolf or otherwise, that would make that clear and then realized that Ray understood, Ray got everything. His claws pricked at Cal's skin, not breaking it, and his teeth were there, between each swipe of his tongue, and when he started to move his hips, to fuck Cal into the dirt and make him cry out into the cold dark of his beloved woods, Cal howled at the moon.

"Yeah, Big Boy, do it!"

Poc...poc...pocpocpocpocpoc! You knew you'd win me over with the Pocky stick, didn't you?

Hee, I just love the idea of Cal rubbing all over the city just so Ray can get the stimulation he needs.

I love Cal and Ray!!! They make me all proud like a Grandmother or something. ;P

I CANNOT HELP MY LOVE FOR POCKY!!!!!!!!!!! How can you not love it? It's delicious and cute and sweet and phallic all at the same time!!!

Cal rubbed himself everywhere, for *hours*, but you know he overthought it and forgot that he crossed his old trail when he made his new one to the woods. It's how Ray found him so fast.

I wonder where Ray left his clothes.

I'm betting Ray wonders the same thing, I imagine he was in too much of a frenzy to notice when he shifted.

By the second or third empty hotel room, I am sure his wolfy hard on was frightening people.

You are officially the king of the lab today. No question about it.:)

King. Of. The. Lab.
*bows*

KING OF THE LAB! Victory is mine!

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