Page 77 of Bonded

“Oh, you got it!” Zak smiles, “Hey you two want in on this?”

“Yeah, yeah sure…” Bud and Oz get their wallets out but then they all stop and turn to face the door as they hear the clattering crash of trash cans in the street followed by loud yowling yelps.

“Shit!… Maybe on second thoughts,” Darius sighs. “Bud, Oz, go keep an eye on them, I could do with Digby coming back fully functioning.”

“Okay, sure thing, Chief.”

“Zak… you and QT, stay here and watch the house ‘til he gets back. Just to be sure. But let her sleep. If there are any problems, any issues, you call me. I mean it; anything.”

“Yeah, sure thing. If she’s asleep, won’t she be okay though? I mean, does she really need wolf-sitters?”

“No, she’s angry. I don’t want her waking up and deciding to trash the place. Just make sure she stays here, and that she doesn’t shift and do something stupid. The last thing we need is another wolf on the loose tonight cos this full moon has got everyone acting fuckin’ crazy.”

Darius leaves and standing outside the front door, he looks skyward to the moon. Taking a long, deep breath of cool evening breeze, he sighs loudly as he ambles back to his house.

At the front door, he hesitates, and as he takes the key from his wallet, he also takes out some crumpled sepia-stained photographs.

He smiles, looking at them—brushing his finger lightly over the image. “I think you’d have liked her.” He sighs and then taking his cell from his pocket he composes a text:

I hope you enjoyed the pie?

Then as he puts the key in the lock, his attention is distracted by another loud chorus of growls, yelps, and barking which are followed by a long angry howl. “Oh shit…” he sighs, “Hell… Guess, I’d better go sort this pair of dumbasses out first.”

Chapter 22

“What the hell’re you doin’? You don’t wanna watch the rest of that movie? It was kinda borin’ right?” Zak watches as QT mixes a sticky brown paste in a jug and adding some milk places it in the microwave.

“I-it’s s-s-some hot chocolate… D-Do you w-want some?”

“Hot Chocolate? What the hell… Why you makin’ hot chocolate now?”

“I—I thought… K-Kat might like… like i-it.”

“Okay, sure, why not? So um…” Zak nervously scratches his neck, toying with the papers on the counter. “You seein’ that Gregg guy now? The scientist… I mean, is it somethin’ serious?”

“Um… n-no, not an-anymore.” QT coughs and quickly glances at Zak. “Why?”

“Oh… just curious. Bud said you were gettin’ it on the other night? That he was gonna… pop-your-cherry. So… did you? Get it on I mean.”

“No.”

“No? Oh, okay. But I thought you liked him?”

“W-w-we… j-j-just kissed. N-n-nothing ser-serious. Why you w-w-wanna know?”

“No reason.” he smiles “It’s good, I mean, that you’re not seein’ him. What I mean is it’s probably for the best. With what we do it’s hard to keep a stable relationship goin’.” Zak grins to himself, more pleased than he realized that nothing happened.

QT smiles and checking Zak out; his eyes focus on the tight muscular roundness of his butt squeezed into beige khaki pants—the ping of the microwave distracts his attention, and a sound from the hallway makes them both turn around.

Kat standing in the hallway watches them. “You two okay?” she smiles.

“Err… yeah. Yeah, we’re good.” Zak smiles, “Here. QT made hot chocolate.”

“Oh, this looks great.” She sips at the warm milky drink. “Mmm… It’s delicious. How’s yours, Zak?”

“um… I haven’t tried it.”

As he grabs at the mug, he knocks QT’s hand and tips the hot contents down the front of the smaller man’s pants. “Ow!” he yelps. Zak quickly brushes it off but realizing his hand is stroking QT’s groin embarrassed he pulls away.

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