Eivind said nothing, acknowledging Blue's clumsiness with only a firm hand on his narrow hip. He handed Blue the soap he had requested and a sponge, and the young man thanked him quietly, finally pulling himself away so that he could begin gently scrubbing his body. His heart hadn't stopped its racing, but at least his breathing was calmer now as he focused on the water and the feel of the sponge moving up along his body. He avoided his injured side but soaped up his arms, stomach and legs. The conscious decision to avoid touching his cock was made, as the blood rushing through him suggested that the slightest touch would encourage a reaction that Blue didn't want Eivind to witness. Perhaps, in a minute or two, when the fire in his groin settled, he could clean himself properly.<br/><br/>He was about to ask Eivind for assistance in scrubbing his back when he felt the older man press against him from behind, causing Blue to freeze as the wolf dragged his lips over his shoulder and settled at his throat. He held his breath as Eivind wrapped his arm around his waist, an act that should have been comforting, perhaps even erotic, but instead Blue could only interpret Eivind's movements as possessive and domineering. His body began trembling as he felt kisses pressed against his neck like tiny explosions of electricity against his skin. It should have been nice, this showing of affection from Eivind, but fear was beginning prick at Blue's nerves.<i>Please stop</i>, he thought, his face twisting into a mask of displeasure as Eivind continued to kiss, and lick, and pull him closer and closer . . .<br/><br/>And perhaps it would have been fine and Blue would have been able to accept Eivind's affections if circumstances had been different. He was, despite his best judgment, attracted to Eivind, and in another lifetime the human would have melted back into the wolf, pressing his backside eagerly against Eivind's arousal and quietly begging for him to fuck him right there in the shower. Had this been just two months earlier, Blue would have enjoyed this. He would have wanted this.<br/><br/>But not now. Not here. Not like this.<br/><br/>He tried to adjust as Eivind kissed him, but then the wolf got too close, and Blue felt Eivind's erection urgently pressing against the cleft of his ass cheeks. At that moment, all of Blue's composure washed down the drain along with bits of soapy residue as the young man was flooded of images of Alden, kissing and licking and biting wherever he pleased, playing at sweetness and affection before viciously taking him again and again and again until he was bloody, torn and crying. "Stop!" Blue screamed, wrenching himself away from Eivind's grasp and scrambling to get out of the shower. He tore the curtain down on his way out, ignoring the heavy bar as it smacked his body as it fell and clutched at one of the shelves to keep from tumbling violently to the floor. He instinctively grabbed one of the fluffy towels that rested there and covered up his body, not wanting Eivind to touch or look at him, and backed up against the wall of the bathroom, his pupils dilated with terror as he stared at Eivind.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Blue shrieked, unable to stop himself from shaking as he clutched at the towel, his body still covered in suds. "You think I want you to fuck me? Like this?" His voice was high pitched and rang with a sharp desperation. "I asked you to help me, not stick your dick inside of me, you fucking dog!" His eyes began to sting so he shut them, trying to block out the images of Eivind, and Alden, and all the wolves who had taken advantage of Blue's vulnerable state. What was it about him that made wolves think they could just do whatever the fuck they wanted to him? Even Eivind didn't seem to be immune to whatever disgusting scent Blue exuded that seemed to make wolves want him.<br/><br/>"I just asked you to help me," he repeated, softer now, though the words came through his clenched teeth as he worried that speaking normally would only result in more screams. "I'm not a toy, okay? I'm not a fucking sex doll that you disgusting monsters can use whenever you want to get your dick wet. I'm a person. I'm not a toy." The last sentence came out as a choke as Blue slid down the wall and collapsed into a quaking mess on the floor.<br/><br/>Wolves weren't nice. They were never nice. Even to Eivind, Blue seemed only good for one thing, and it made the young man want to retreat to dark, safe place where no one could find him. Or smell him. Or track him in any way. A place where he would be protected from hungry, horny wolves. But no such place existed, and instead Blue was here, with another one who only saw him as a piece of tantalizing meat.