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i'll show you soon. when we meet up. i assumed you needed the full moon, weres back home were like that. in THAT case... you free tonight?

p.s. you don't get to call me "babe" unless you're going to kiss me. tsk tsk.

nah I just need to let loose a little anger... anything primal really. get wild and I go for it.

I'm free.

p.s. maybe i'll kiss u then babe.

let's get wild, then.

where do you live? let's meet at the outskirts of town somewhere.

p.s. now you've got to kiss me at least twice. can you handle that?

sounds good.

swing by my place first, Heropa 30. i can't shift back into pants so we'd lose the stash and I'd maybe cry.

p.s. that's getting greedy...

babe.

good point. me neither. i'll see you in like half an hour.

p.s. greed is my favorite sin. well... second favorite.

p.p.s. 3

[True to his word, Matthew appears at Drew's door in approximately half an hour, and knocks.

That werewolf sense of smell might alert him to the aconitum plant remnants approaching before hears the knocks, if it's that good. Matthew is holding a little gift baggy that contains the cuttings, wrapped in saran wrap and tinfoil, as well as a zip-lock bag of processed ground roots.

Despite their plans to quite literally frolic in the woods, Matthew is just as formally-dressed as he was at the Swear-in Ceremony, in a designer all-black suit.]

oh so I get another chance at seeing that tight little body naked? niiice.

p.s. first ones lust?

p.p.s. i think you might as well cash these in for an upgrade babe.

[The smell of wolfsbane is the first thing that alert him to Matthew's arrival and at first he's caught off guard, a growl escaping his lips and eyes flashing brilliantly before he realizes its actually been arranged.

When the door knocks though he pads over, wearing a tank top and sweatpants but otherwise barefoot and swings the door open, a smirk on his features. Until, of course, he sees how well dressed Matthew is and whistles.]

Well damn, there I was thinkin' this is a casual affair.

[Matthew is reading and smirking at Drew's final text as the door opens. He turns his eyes up to Drew and holds out the gift bag.]

This is my casual. [He grins.] Guess I never mentioned, but I was ported in from a long time ago - 1925. Modern fashion continues to elude me. [Well, at least the suit is modern and well-fitted, and not some baggy atrocity from the 1920s - but that was an easy enough transition.

In any case, if Drew can smell a lie, there's one in here. Outwardly, it's easy and natural enough to be the truth as he's told this fib so many times.]

You guess right, by the way, about my favorite sin. [He hitches his chin towards Drew.] What's yours?

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[He just drags his eyes slowly and deliberately across Matthew's outfit, he noted that little tic in his heart, noting a lie, but refuses to bring it up. Mostly because he didn't even know what part of that he might be lying about. He just shrugs.]

Suit yourself, but I'm tellin' you, sweatpants were kinda one of the best inventions of the century.

[He sticks one hand eagerly out for the bag though.] Everythin' here? Includin' the pot? [Not that he didn't trust Matthew, in fact quite the opposite, he was visibly excited. He'd went out to buy all the regular stuff earlier to make joints. He didn't know if he'd pick up a pipe or anything here and was trying his best not to look shady about things. Waving Matthew in he closes the door behind him and crosses over to the kitchen counter, propping himself against it.]

You tell me, what d'you think my sin is?

I'll have to try them on sometime.

Oh, sorry. [He follows him inside. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of a few grams of weed. He holds it out to Drew.] Here. You want to smoke up before?

As for your sin, well. Let's ask me again at the end of tonight, alright?

[He moves as if he'll drop the sweats right there despite going commando, showing off the coarse and hair poking out of the top of them.]

You want 'em while they're still warm? [He grins with a little laugh and takes the bag of weed off the other man. He can't help but hold it up to his noise and sniff it, letting out a particularly pleased groan after.] Before? Hell no, the pot is a reward for runnin' around the place. Unless y'wanted a wolf goin' for a nap out there?

[He clucks his tongue at that, he was kind of curious what kind of impression he'd left on the other man so far.] Fine, y'can have tonight to analyse the hell outta me.

[He laughs a little to match, stepping in close to hook two fingers over the hem of those sweatpants.] I'll just snatch them during your pot-nap, if that sounds good. But no, you'd better have your energy. I'm expecting you to keep up with me out there.

[He grins, too, showing teeth about the little challenge he nestled in that statement. He finds himself wondering how it is that he's so charmed by someone so positive, when his own acquaintances tended towards the dark and depraved most of the time. Naturally. But Drew had this magnetism he couldn't put his finger on.]

If really want to know, right now I'd put money on gluttony. But that's not my final answer.

[He grins, not even worried about Matthew getting suddenly close. Taking a deep breath as he enters his personal space, smelling a mixture of the man, the pot and the aconite. It was basically his idea of heaven.] Dude the pot-nap will take a while, believe me even after I smoke I'm still totally sociable for a few hours. An' I'll keep up. Speed is my thing, always been better at the runnin' side of things than the fightin'.

[It was true, which is why he was usually drafted in as messenger for a lot of pack business. His strength was the same as any werewolves, mostly because he never bothered to try hard, his speed however? Hell speed was something the werewolf thirved with.]

Gluttony, hm? [He thinks about it for a second.] Maybe. [A grin. It was probably right, after all.]

[He's excited, although apprehensive for Drew to see what his shapeshifted form looks like. It's clearly no ordinary cat and looks rather hellish. He wonders if it might clue the werewolf in to his nature, and if it does, whether Drew would be so eager to spend time with him.

He isn't nervous, not at all, but curious and uncertain, sure.

He pulls Drew closer by the pants.

In a low voice and with a big grin,]

Well, let's get going, then, shall we?

[Curiosity is a smell he's used to, mostly because it was the kind of scent that often popped up around the time of the full moon, around wolves and animals alike, curious as to the nature of the large beast before them.

Here though, it was even more interesting, that Matthew could still be quite curious about him when the two of them had already fucked. Or at least that's what he'd taken it as, not so much curiosity about Drew's own reaction. He let's himself get pulled forward by the pants though with a grin, leaning in to scratch his cheek along Matthew's.]

We should... there a forest 'round here or what?

Yeah, well, we need to get out of town. [One of his hands drifts onto Drew's furry lower stomach under that tank-top -- he's being a tease. Not that he's immune to it, himself, as having Drew's face against his naturally makes him think of the Swear-In ceremony in visceral detail. He takes a breath.] I have a driver waiting outside. It's a short trip.

[And then he's turning to head for the door. Of course Matthew Lin the fancy drug dealer has his own chauffeur. Actually, once they get into the car, it will probably stink like black magic, as he's tapped into the man's mind - not an imPort, just some fellow from around here - to trick him into seeing Matthew and any company completely differently than they really look.]

[His stomach twitches slightly when Matthew's hand is suddenly across it, mostly because of the fact that he hadn't exactly been touched since the last time they were together. Part of him wants to lean in to kiss the other man but thinks better of it instead he briefly touches his forehead to the other man's.]

Out of town it is, you takin' me on my first trip outta the city? [He chuckles.] And with some kinda chauffeur, might be one of my best damn dates ever.

[Oh yes, he was definitely calling this a date. Except then Matthew is suddenly gone and moving and Drew doesn't even have as much time as to grab himself some shoes. Not that it mattered, his clothes were going to get destroyed in the process. He just pads out regardless, following him quickly out of the house and toward the car. A car which even as the door opened, smelled just like the spiciness he was deciding clung to Matthew like an aura.]

[Maybe he'll get that kiss at the end of the date. Matthew smiles over his shoulder at the comment.] What can I say? I'm a catch.

[He winks and turns to face forward, climbing into the far side of the car and waiting for Drew to get in. The driver doesn't speak; Matthew politely gives him directions and they're off. It will only be ten minutes or so.

Matthew has a sudden realization that he didn't think this one all the way through, as he won't be able to hide his horns right away when he shapeshifts back, and since he'll be naked, it might be conspicuous even if he manages to get some blood out for magic. He imagines trying to claim he scraped himself on some branches.

Oh, well. This will keep things interesting.

He slides his hand onto Drew's knee in the back seat.]

And I have high standards, too.

[A cheerful compliment.]

[He probably would. Hell if Matthew stuck around after the run and Drew lighting up, he could get pretty much anything off the other man. He climbs into the car and relaxes against the seats before taking a deep breath, that spicy smell causing him to sneeze.] Yeah, hell of a catch. [He wipes his nose on the back of his hand because he's a slob like that. It was strange, usually smells he couldn't identify, unless they were actual perfumes wouldn't have much of an effect on him. He chalks it down to being the enclosed space in the car.]

[He curls up pretty much in the seat, bringing one foot up and under him to tuck himself there comfortably. He'd get as comfortable as he could, knowing that he'd be in some pain after the shift, which is where his package from the other man came into play. He ducks his head ever so slightly when Matthew comes out with that compliment though, putting his own warm hand over the other man's and stroking a thumb over his skin.] Never considered myself anythin' near high standards.

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[He absolutely doesn't say bless you.]

Really? Why's that? I'm not convinced you don't accidentally charm yourself whenever you look in the mirror.

[He squeezes Drew's leg a little, smiling to have that hand over his own and to see that little bashful reaction.]

'Cause I'm a down an' dirty kinda guy. Only high standards I get come from bein' high.

[He grins though, the bashfulness gone and once again replaced with cockiness that seemed to follow him like a cloak.]

And I do a hell of a lotta shit in the mirror with myself, charmin' ain't one of 'em.

We'll see how down and dirty when we get out there, won't we? Mirrors, though, mirrors are a favourite of mine, too.

[He smiles like someone telling an inside joke that no one else is in-on, as in his mind he's referencing his rather creepy ability to be summoned VIA blood and mirrors. Well, it might be worth a laugh in retrospect; for now, at least outwardly, it just seems like he's continuing the innuendo.

They get to the edge of town fairly quickly. The forest is pretty sparse here, but thickens if they run out farther. The car slows to a stop, but before getting out, Matthew's curling a couple of fingers under Drew's scruffy chin. Playfully,]

Come on, I've been waiting for you to pay up. Babe.

Hell, I bet they are. [He gives Matthew a long and obvious look up and down in the confined space of the car.

He didn't note anything dubious about it, he just knew that between them the two of them had an almost sickening amount of self confidence.

Once they reach the edge of town Drew rolls down a window, not quite hanging his head out of it but instead leaning towards it and taking a deep breath, tasting the forest on the air. He'd been cooped up for a little bit too long recently and this was looking to be the release he needed.

It wasn't until he turns to grin back at Matthew that the fingers are suddenly at his chin and his smile widens, licking his lips.] And am I payin' for the pet names or the delivery?

[Imagine Matthew, Drew, and Dorian in a room together. The world would hardly be able to hold up their combined cockiness.]

The pet names - well, one of them. We never negotiated a delivery charge, but I'm sure we'll think of something.

[Smirking, he takes the initiative and brings his lips to Drew's, a brief but deep kiss. It hardly lasts a moment before he starts to pull away to exit the car, eager to get running. He hasn't had anyone else to do this with for a very, very long time.]

[It would explode, or a black hole would form. Something ridiculous would happen that would denote some kind of apocalypse.]

Oh yeah, babe? Looks like I'm rackin' up one hell of a bill. [He tilts his head as if inviting or challenging Matthew.] You better get thinkin'...

[Except then the other man's lips are pressed against his in the briefest of kisses that Drew hardly has the chance to taste him before he's slipping away. Drew can't help himself but clench a hand around the other man's wrist as if he'd hold him there before he shakes his head briefly and lets him go, moving to get out of the car himself with a sigh.]

[He smirks back over his shoulder at Drew as the charming, scruffy werewolf tries to keep him longer. With a sly grin:]

Careful, I'm not so sure you want me getting creative. Babe.

[But as soon as he's released, he continues out of the car. As soon as both doors close, the driver slowly peels away, without a word or glance back at them.

Matthew walks into the forest several meters before he shrugs off his coat, tossing it against a tree, even though it looks quite expensive. He sets to unbuttoning his shirt and makes quick work of it, tossing it where he'd left the coat. The trees are fairly sparse, here, but it's also pretty far outside of town; clearly he isn't too concerned about the safety of his belongings.

He hadn't really checked to make sure Drew was following until now. He lets his eyes roam quite blatantly along Drew's body, whatever state of dress or undress he's in.]

Have you ever met a shifter that wasn't a werewolf?

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