<div class="floatleft"> (http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/eeaa8e51-16ae-4ce9-adea-3598590bc843_zps43610810.jpg) (http://s275.photobucket.com/user/tylercook777/media/eeaa8e51-16ae-4ce9-adea-3598590bc843_zps43610810.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Orion<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matt, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Crab Orchard Lake Cottage, Woods<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Orion woke up every night around the same time. His internal clock would wake him up and force him to go to the bathroom and get something to eat since his stomach begged for food nearly every four hours, then he would crawl back into bed with his lover, snuggle up against his chest and fall back asleep. But not on that night three days ago. He was woken up at a different time, usually at 3 am it was earlier, and this time for a different reason. The howl that split through his ears and shook every bone in his body struck fear in him and also made the wolf inside of him want out more than it should want to. He only gave in to the urges of being a wolf every three of four months. He just had his run a little over two weeks ago, making the feeling of needing to change upset his stomach. The tearing beneath his skin put him on edge, but at least Matt was there to keep him calm.<br/><br/>Now three days later he found himself taking his stubborn boyfriend with him to where he believed the howl came from. It was somewhere around Chicago and he figured there would be enough wolves there to be able to sniff them out without much hassle. Orion had Matt drive to Chicago and from there he led his lover into the woods by just his senses guiding him, lacing their fingers together, occasionally squeezing Matt’s hand a tighter the closer they got.<br/><br/>“Okay,” Rion stopped, letting go of Matt’s hand as he turned to him placing a hand on the taller, bulkier male’s chest. “We’re almost there but before we get there I need you to take off your shirt.” The shorter male smirked, his hands toying with the hem of Matt’s shirt as he leaned up, nuzzling the side of his face against the blonde’s, moving down to his neck to do the same all over it. It wasn’t the first time Rion had done this, usually he didn’t have to since they spent so much time together Matt usually smelled like him anyways, but now he<em>needed</em>Matt to smell so much like him that it would keep the others away. Matt was his and he wanted to make that perfectly clear.