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Gabriel Knight and the Changeling

Part Two

Friedrich von Glower studied the manuscript page in his hand, slowly shaking his head. *Gabriel, when will you learn to come to me for information about history? I've lived through so much more of it than you have. This... that particular type of carriage fell out of favor more than fifty years before your story is set. Even if any had still been in existence, a royal family would never have used anything so unfashionable.*

He sighed and made a notation in the margin, smiling as he did. Gabriel might be too impatient to be as thorough in his research as he should, but he was very good at taking tactful correction. He set aside the corrected page.

Before he picked up the next one he took a sip of wine. This chateau had come complete with a small, but select, wine cellar. This was a particularly good merlot, and he intended to present it to Gabriel later, and he would see to it that his lover sipped instead of 'glugging'. He loved Gabriel dearly, but the man did have a peasant attitude toward wine. Friedrich was determined to teach him the difference between a fine vintage and that screw-topped swill they sold in every convenience store.

Friedrich went on to the next page. The story was good so far, aside from a few mistakes like the carriage and a typo or two. It was a little surreal, though, reading the story of his own life. *Not exactly my life,* he thought. *but close enough.* He smiled. *He was so worried that I'd be offended when he made me out as a villain, and left out any hint of our true feelings for each other. Of course I understand.*

There was a stealthy sound from the room behind Friedrich. Most people wouldn't have heard it over the crackling of the fire or the muted rush of the wind outside, but then Friedrich wasn't most people. His senses were keen, even when he wasn't in his wolf form. A scent drifted to him--strong and feral, but beloved.

Friedrich made no gesture that would indicate that he had heard. He waited. The noise came again, a bit more clearly this time. He heard a faint scrape that had to be nails against the thin strip of hardwood floor that showed between the rugs of the hall and the den. Now he could hear the breathing, but he could tell that his visitor was trying to muffle the sound. He shook his head, and extended his hand down beside his chair. The faint sounds stopped. "It's no use holding your breath, my angel. I know you're there. I smell you."

There was a woofing sigh and a rough, hairy head was pushed up under his palm. Friedrich scratched behind the peaked ears. "Don't be sad, liebchen. You're getting much better, but it will be some time before you can slip up on me. Soon you will be as at home in this body as you are with the one you were born with."

There was a grumbling growl, and Friedrich felt sharp fangs nibbling at his fingertips almost daintily. "Patience, my love. All things in due time. After all, now you can transform back, even when the full moon is at its height." There was a whine. "Yes, you can. I know it's difficult, but I have confidence in you. Come here."

The great red-brown wolf moved around the side of the chair to sit before Friedrich, letting its tongue loll out. "I want you to try to change for me now, Gabriel." The wolf whined. "Yes, I know it hurts, but the pain will lessen with practice. Go on."

The wolf moved forward, pushing his snout into the fork of Friedrich's legs. "Gabriel." Gabriel rooted, licking at the baron's crotch. Friedrich shivered, feeling the moist warmth of his saliva and breath. The wolf nipped gently at the fly. Friedrich pushed him away, "You're not going to distract me, my heart." The wolf sat back, turning luminous green eyes up to him, his ears laid back pleadingly. "Please."

There was another sigh. The wolf backed up, then stretched out on the floor, and closed his eyes. After a moment he began to tremble. A low moan escaped the beast's throat. Friedrich ached to go to him and comfort him, but he forced himself to stay seated. This was something that Gabriel had to master--it might someday be vital to his survival.

The wolf stretched all four limbs out spastically, and Friedrich winced at the muted crunch as the back legs suddenly bent the other way. The limbs began to lengthen and thicken. The nubby toes on the front paws stretched, the claws thinning, shrinking, flattening--going from black to translucent. The handsome muzzle began to recede as the planes of the face shifted. There was a continual muted crackling and popping as bones and sinews realigned themselves. When the figure was more human than lupine, the fur began to thin. Finally there was only a light dusting on legs, arms, and chest, and a magnificent red-gold crop on his head.

The naked man, lying where the wolf had been, drew himself up into a ball, still shuddering. When he spoke, his voice was thick with discomfort, but the soft southern drawl was still clear. "Damn, Friedrich, that hurts like a bitch."

"I know, Gabriel, but you succeeded. Come here." Gabriel unfolded himself and stood, moving stiffly. Friedrich took his hand and pulled him down. Gabe sat on Friedrich's lap, leaning against him. He'd been a little self-conscious about this sort of cuddling before, but he'd found that he enjoyed it.

Before he had met von Glower he never would have considered sitting on another man's lap, let alone doing it while naked. But then, Gabriel hadn't been a werewolf then, and their relationship now was unique. Friedrich was Gabriel's alpha, his lover, his pack mate, and his sire. Gabriel was Friedrich's beta, his son-by-the-fang, and his mate. There were many layers to their feelings for each other. It was something that the outside world had little chance of understanding.

Gabriel rested his head against Friedrich's, nuzzling his dark hair. "Ya know, Ah always thought that once th' full moon hit, boom, that was it--you stayed furry till th' sun rose."

Friedrich patted his thigh. "More nonsense promoted by those old Universal movies." He chuckled. "Their Wolfman was certainly fanciful."

Gabriel laughed. "Yeah, Lon Chaney, Jr. runnin' around on tippy-paws in his pee-jays."

"I rather liked the conceit of the pentagram appearing in the palm of the next victim. Very romantic." Friedrich was massaging Gabriel's thigh now.

"Speakin' of romance," Gabriel murmured. Friedrich's hand moved between his legs, transferring his gentle caresses to Gabriel's cock, and his lover sighed happily.

Friedrich stroked Gabriel slowly, feeling him firm and thicken beneath his hand. Gabriel was such a sensual creature; it was a joy to give him pleasure. He licked Gabriel just behind his ear, causing him to squirm, then nipped his earlobe. "Would you like me to fuck you, pet?"

"Damn, Friedrich, how many times have Ah said no? But Ah didn't bring any lube." He chuckled. "Didn't have any pockets to carry it in."

Friedrich pushed Gabriel off his lap, slapping him on the rump. "No need to go all the way upstairs. Look in the kitchen--there's a bottle of olive oil in the pantry."

"Love, Italian style."

Gabriel padded into the kitchen. While he was gone von Glower opened his pants and exposed himself. He waited a moment, running his fingertips up and down his shaft. Finally he called, "Gabriel, did you slip on the tile and knock yourself out? I've never known you to be slow when it comes to sex."

Gabriel came back in, carrying a small bottle of golden oil. He handed it to Friedrich, and the baron said, "Your smile is particularly sly, schattzie. What have you been up to?" In response Gabe turned, bent over, reached back, and spread his own buttocks. Friedrich laughed. "You wanton! You prepared yourself already."

"Hope ya don't mind, but Ah'm in kind of a hurry." He turned around. "And you're not ready yet." Gabriel went to his knees, moving up between Friedrich's thighs.

Friedrich watched as the red-gold head bent over him, and closed his eyes as he felt the first flick of Gabriel's tongue against his heated flesh. Gabriel licked slowly and voluptuously from base to tip, then took the cockhead in his mouth and sucked softly. He bobbed up and down smoothly, taking a little more of the staff in each time. For someone who had considered himself strictly heterosexual up until a half a year ago, Gabriel had become an excellent cocksucker.

When he was fully erect, Friedrich tugged at Gabriel's hair, pulling him off. "If you keep that up you won't get your own satisfaction, pet." He opened the bottle and dribbled oil on his staff. While he was capping it again Gabriel began to massage the oil over Friedrich's hard-on. Friedrich set aside the bottle and good-naturedly pushed Gabriel's hands away. "How do you want it, liebchen?"

"Anyway Ah can get it, darlin'." He knelt on the floor, bracing his upper body on a footstool. "But this'll do me fine."

Friedrich knelt between Gabriel's spread legs. He spent a moment kneading the younger man's firm, pale buttocks, then spread the cheeks. He touched his fingertip to the pucker of Gabriel's asshole, then pushed inside. "Friedrich, I toldya I was ready."

Friedrich worked his finger in the snug depths, gauging whether or not he was relaxed enough. "I'm doing this for my own pleasure, child. I love the way you feel." He pressed deeper, feeling around, and found Gabriel's prostate.

The younger man shivered, groaning. "Oh, man. An' I love th' way you feel, believe me, but I'd really like to have your dick inside me, Friedrich. Please." Gabriel was always highly sexed, but when the moon was full his animal appetites were much more powerful. He wanted more of everything.

"Yes." Friedrich removed his finger and fitted his glans against the slightly spread hole, then began to push. Gabriel was ready, but he was still as tight as the first time Friedrich had taken him, and Friedrich bit his lip in pleasure.

Gabriel whimpered in pleasure as he was filled, Friedrich's thick, solid dick sliding deep. "Ohhh, man. Friedrich, you are so good."

When von Glower was well seated he lay down against the broad, warm plain of Gabriel's back, embracing him. It felt so right to be cradled in his lover's body this way. He stroked Gabe's chest, squeezing and rolling the hard buds of his nipples as Gabe made small sounds in the back of his throat. Then he let his hands slide down Gabriel's torso, over his flat, heaving abdomen, to fasten around Gabe's rigid cock. His hands were still slick with olive oil, and he began to masturbate his lover slowly.

Gabriel enjoyed the ministrations for awhile, then said hoarsely, "Aren't you gonna move?"

"I like it here, liebling."

Gabriel growled. "Listen, bo, Ah'm th' one who's s'posed to be th' tease." He bore down with his internal muscles, and Friedrich shivered as he felt the sucking ripple along the length of his imbedded cock, but he didn't thrust. "Damn it, Friedrich, you're gonna make me work for it t'night, aren't you?" His only response was a chuckle. "Fine," he grumbled. "I can wait as long as you can."

"No need, love." Friedrich began to move inside him with short, gentle strokes, subtly shifting his hips. Gabriel hummed with satisfaction and began to shift back to meet him. They moved together in a slow, fluid rhythm. They had become familiar with each other, but in this case familiarity did not breed contempt, but deepened their desire and love.

Gabriel dipped his back, lifting his rump so that Friedrich could penetrate more deeply, and tipped his head back to look at him over his shoulder. Friedrich caught that hot, silent stare. His movements became more forceful; each thrust pushing Gabriel farther across the footstool before he bucked backward.

Gabriel came with a muted cry, spilling his seed over Friedrich's hands. His anal passage tightened reflexively, and Friedrich threw himself against his lover hard as his flesh squeezed him rhythmically. A few more lunging thrusts and he came, also. Gabriel cried out again as he felt the burst of liquid heat in his bowels, burning and soothing at the same time.

For a long moment the two men stayed in that position, still joined. Then Friedrich pulled back, his softening cock slipping from Gabriel's asshole. But he stayed kneeling there for a moment, massaging his lover's heaving back, whispering to him in German, telling him how wonderful he was, how he was treasured. Gabriel did not understand the words, but he knew the tone of voice, and he basked in the affection.

Finally they got up, Friedrich giving Gabriel his hand in case his legs cramped. They kissed. Friedrich pulled back, one eyebrow arching. "Gabriel, are you picking my pocket."

Gabriel smiled and held up a handkerchief. "For a good cause, bo." He used the cloth to wipe Friedrich clean. "Ah'm gonna go take a shower. I'll rinse this out while I'm in the bathroom."

"Am I domesticating you, liebchen?"

Gabriel snorted. "May Ah just quote Buddy Holly by sayin' 'that'll be th' day'. Since th' cleanin' lady only comes in twice a week, Ah figured Ah'd better do a thing or two so she don't think we're porcine instead of lupine." He glanced at the stack of papers lying on the table. "How'm Ah doin'?"

"Very well, Gabriel. I'm sure your editor will be pleased with this offering. There are just a few minor historical details, easily fixed. But..." he hesitated.

"Go on. Ah wouldn't have asked you to read it if Ah didn't want your opinion."

"Grace." Gabriel's normally sunny expression darkened. "I know, I know. But she was a good friend to you before we met, Gabriel, and you've made her a total bitch from page one. You know that isn't true."

"She tried to kill you, Friedrich. Hell, she did kill you." His face was twisted with pain at the memory of his lover, bloodstained and still. "If Ellison an' Sandburg hadn't been so quick with the CPR, if that dagger had gone in an inch to the left..."

Friedrich took Gabriel's hand and kissed it. "But they were, and it didn't. Gabriel, I know it's hard for you, but you need to let go of your hatred. The woman was ill. It's very sad, really."

"Ah don't know how you can forgive her."

Von Glower's voice was soft. "I know what it's like to be alone, and to yearn for someone. Besides..." his voice became brisk. "it isn't good for the story. She needs to be sympathetic at the beginning. You can allow her obsession to grow gradually. That way it will not be quite so obvious from the beginning how dangerous she is."

Gabriel nodded grudgingly. "You're right. Ah'll work on that in th' second draft, but it won't be easy. It's gonna take a long time for my hate to simmer down to simple dislike, an' the woman ain't ever gonna be on my Christmas card list."

"That reminds me--I saw that you received a letter from Gerde. How is she?"

Gerde was the caretaker of Schloss Von Ritter, Gabriel's hereditary estate. She was also his research assistant, and had performed the same duties for Gabriel's late uncle, the previous Schattenjaeger. Of course then the research had been directed strictly toward his work in fighting the forces of darkness. Now she mostly helped Gabriel keep his writing free of anachronisms and mistakes.

"She's all right, but she's hintin' that I ought to come back to Rittersburg." He grimaced. "She says folks are takin' the change in situation well, but Ah don't think they'll really be comfortable till I can show them some kinda proof that my change isn't gonna stop me from continuing as the Schattenjaeger." He paused, looking at Friedrich.

"And until I can prove that I will be a benefit and not a menace. I understand. It's not unreasonable, love. I do have a rather dubious history."

"Well, something's bound to come up, sooner or later, that'll prove us. Till then this is a nice place you found. How much longer did you take it for?"

"Another month, then we'll go back to my place in Germany, if you like. Or one of the other members of the hunt club has a nice villa in Italy, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind loaning it for awhile."

"We'll see." Gabriel's forehead crinkled. "Ya know, Friedrich... Ah been feelin' kinda funny lately--antsy."

"It isn't just from the monthly change?"

Gabriel shook his head. "Ah don't think so. Ah've gotten pretty used to what that feels like, an' this is different. I think maybe..." He stopped.

Friedrich nodded. "You think something is going to happen--something having to do with your Schattenjaeger duties. Don't doubt your own abilities, Gabriel. Your very being is attuned to the supernatural. Now that you've changed, you will be even closer to things that are..." he thought, "not quite of this realm. Don't worry," he touched Gabriel's cheek and smiled. "You will be ready for it." He hugged him, and felt Gabriel return the embrace. "WE will be ready."
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