Wolf and Man

Zack woke up back in his bunk; his headache and stomachache were thankfully gone. He lay in his bunk slowly waking himself up all the way relishing the way his muscles stretched and came to life. He shivered a little and snuggled deeper into his blankets, intending to sleep a little longer, he steadied his breathing and listened for the comforting sound of his friends. He couldn’t hear them, he sat up as much as he could in the cramped confines of his bunk and listened harder; he still couldn’t hear them. He whined quietly and jumped out of his bunk to search for them.


Zack nosed the door to the back lounge open and peeked in, his red and white muzzle was a startling contrast to his bright green eyes. Matt was lying on the couch with Syn and Johnny, all three lifted their heads when they heard the door creak open.

Johnny’s tail wagged excitedly and he jumped off the couch to greet his friend; Zack lifted his lips in a toothy grin and slipped the rest of the way into the room and pounced on Johnny. The smaller grey and brown wolf stepped nimbly out of the way and nipped playfully at Zack’s side. They squared off growling and flashing their teeth, then they both went into their ‘play bows’, butts in the air and tongues lolling out the side of their mouths. Synyster stood and then stretched out in the spot Johnny had vacated, Johnny looked at him and huffed; then Zack blindsided him with a tackle and the game was back on. Johnny yelped in surprise but recovered quickly and rolled with Zack’s momentum and was on his feet like lightening. Zack rolled off of him and ended up belly up, Johnny pounced on him growling, but Zack was bigger and he easily pushed the small bassist off him.

Matt woofed quietly and the game came to an end, Johnny shook himself and turned his attention to Synyster who was still asleep in his spot. He yipped a warning and then launched himself onto the couch and landed solidly on Synyster’s pitch black form. Brian yelped and then growled indignantly and snapped at Johnny’s flank, the smaller wolf whined and jumped off the couch again and lay on the floor to pout.

Matt jumped off the couch and slid smoothly into his naked human form, “Zack how do you feel?” Zack rolled over and then jumped to his feet wagging his tail. Matt smiled and shook his head, “C’mon. You are so shy.” He laughed and went back to the bunk section with Zack following.

Matt pulled a blanket off his bunk and tossed it on Zack and then turned around, “After all these years I still don’t understand why you won’t change in front of me.” Zack’s warm arms wrapped around his waist, “I’m sorry.” He whispered resting his forehead on Matt’s smooth shoulder. Matt sighed and turned so he could pull Zack closer to him, “You’re fine angel,” he kissed his forehead, “you’re adorable when you blush, so I guess I can live with it.” He felt Zack’s cheeks warm against his neck as the guitarist flushed tomato red. Pressing a firm kiss to Zack’s firm, smooth lips Matt gently tugged the sheet off of him and ran his fingers over Zack’s stomach checking for any damage the silver might have caused. Zack squirmed and broke the short kiss giggling, “That tickles.” He swatted the singer’s hands away when he tried to tickle him some more.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” Jimmy’s sleepy face poked out from his bunk, Zack nodded and hid shyly behind Matt. Jimmy laughed and shook his head, “It’s been centuries Zack and you are still the shiest person I fuckin’ know.” He pulled his curtain shut again and after a moment Zack could hear his gentle even breathing.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long.” Zack whispered pressing close to Matt’s back again.

“What doesn’t seem that long?” Matt turned again and kissed his temple.

“Centuries, we’ve known each other for *centuries*.” His voice held the tiniest amount of awe as he thought over his life with his friends.


A/N: Let the fun begin
I know the chapters have been short but the next three or four will definitely make up for it, I promise =)