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Red Moon

Chapter 6

Trevor found himself in Red Square, at the bottom of the steps of St. Basil's Cathedral. The red bricks and colorful art design drew him in like a magnet and he just had to take pictures. Holding his cell phone up with an arm like a typical tourist, he took several pictures. First he concentrated on the onion domes and then stepped back to try and get the entire building in one shot. The snow was deep and the city hadn't cleared away all of the snow out of the square yet, leaving Trevor in knee deep snow, but he was getting good shots.

Dimitri watched from a bit back to let Trevor do what he wanted. He kept one eye on him and another on the police and soldiers that were patrolling the area. There was always some sort of presence in the square since it was so close to the Kremlin and other important government buildings, but they were more than usual. They were hunting for him and he knew it. As long as he stayed inconspicuous, there would be nose reason for them to purposefully come over and question him. To anyone that didn't know him, he was just some large man in some wool clothes watching a friend take pictures. He was literally a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Finished taking the pictures that came out clear and sharp, Trevor ran over to Dimitri, kicking up the snow with each step. "What do you think?" He held up the phone for Dimitri to see. He had the photo of the entire building on the small screen and tore off a glove with his mouth to let him swipe through the various photos he had taken.

"Looks good." He answered only giving the array of photos a quick glance. A pair of officers were getting close, coming in from the direction of the Lenin Mausoleum. They both carried AK-47's which were slung across their chests with straps. "We should move on to the other sites." He gave a gentle push on Trevor's shoulders to get him moving in the opposite direction of the police officers.

A bit disappointed that Dimitri didn't really look, Trevor put his glove back on. "C'mon." He resisted the push and looked up at Dmitri, trying to look serious with pouted lips and a slightly scrunched up face that hurt because of the cold. "You said you would be my tour guide."

"Yesss." Dmitri rolled his eyes, now that his words were being used against him. "I will, but it's already getting dark and there is so much to see." He gave another light push and this time Trevor began to walk slowly and looked up at the sky. The sun was indeed getting low and dark stormy clouds were starting to come in from the North. It was going to be another night of bad weather.

"We're going to have to come back for the tour." He meant for the tour of the cathedral since simply seeing the outside wasn't enough. He began to walk under his own power just to stop the pushing, he was slipping on the ice beneath the snow.

"Fine, fine." Dmitri saddled up next to the smaller man and threw an arm around his shoulder. The police officers walked past where they had just been and went towards the cathedral where they would just turn around and make a loop.

Trevor leaned his head against Dmitri's side and kept his gaze on the setting sun, squinting enough to avoid going blind. It was a romantic setting that Trevor only wished would last forever. Their relationship wasn't one of professed loved or anything like that, but of a mutual unsaid attraction for each other that was evident in how they behaved. It wasn't exactly as poetic as Trevor would have dreamed of, but it worked.

Dmitri felt the head that rested on the side of his chest and pulled Trevor a little closer to him. He had met plenty of people, whether they were human or other werewolves that he liked, but not as much as Trevor. He could say goodbye to his friends and pack mates for extended periods of time, but not Trevor. There was a need to stay with him that he didn't quite understand, it was befuddling. Not all things were meant to be understood though and so he just went with it. Being a werewolf meant relying on natural instinct more to survive and it had done him well plenty of times before.

Both were happy and just kept walking down the square, not even stopping to take more picture. It was still going to be there in the morning so they just walked until the sun went down before calling it a night.

"This complicates things." Sergei put down his binoculars as he watched the two people walk out of the square. "There isn't supposed to be two of them." Pressing the button on the car door, the window slid up slowly with a whir. He kept looking out of the window until it inevitably fogged up due to the heater. He didn't need the heater, being a werewolf, but his passenger didn't have such luxuries.

"So what if there are two" A man in a black suit sat in the passenger seat, flipping through a fashion magazine he had found in the glove box. "It does not change anything in the long run." He grimaced at the image of a scantily clad woman in nothing but lingerie and tossed the magazine into the back of the small grey, Soviet era car they were in.

"In the long run..." Sergei scoffed, trying not to look at the man's gloved hands. Several of his fingers were stiff, unmoving while the others did. He looked up at the man when he stuffed his hands into deep pockets. "How long can this little dance of yours last?"

"As long as it takes." He said, the silver tooth gleaming with each word. Sergei's eyes focused on it. It was a constant reminded of who was in charge, that he was just a dog on a leash, waiting for its next command. He hated it, it felt wrong to be plotting against his own kind, but he also felt like there was no other way to right a wrong. "Remember Stalingrad." The man said, it was his way of tugging on that metaphorical leash.

"Like I'd ever forget." Sergei rested his arms and head on the steering wheel. The fog dissipated near the bottom of the windshield where some hot air was seeping up and he looked out into the street through the small clear gap. A family of three, two parents and a child walked by. The child was skipping along in a coat that was two sizes too big, but had a wide grin plastered on his face as the parents walked along just behind. "I can't forget." He breathed out and the family went on their merry way.

"Good." The man leaned back into the chair, entirely comfortable that he was potentially aggravating a werewolf. He had contingencies that made sure that Sergei wouldn't attack him. Contingencies that had cost him. He rubbed at the fake prosthetic fingers he had on, hidden under black leather gloves at all times. "Now, let's go over the plan."

"I already know the plan, I'm not some incoherent buffoon." Sergei growled in annoyance. The man was obsessed with perfection, constantly repeating things over and over. He swore the man was more machine at times.

"I am not so sure." The man chuckled and went on while he looked through the glove box for anything else to read. "Now that I got the wolf to call you to help, you just need to keep him here while I take care of business elsewhere for a few days."

"For a man who constantly reminds me of the plan. You still haven't told me what the rest of it actually is." It was true. Sergei had mostly been in the dark. He just went along with whatever the man told him to do, even if he hated it. He hated the man, he just wished he could wrap his hands around that neck and snap it and yet he didn't. The man had an iron grip over him, or rather a silver one. It had been a tough fight, but somehow, the man got a capsule in him, right next to his heart and if he disobeyed, it would pop and release fine silver shavings. There was also Stalingrad, but he didn't like to think about it, it brought back too many bad memories.

"I tell you what you need to know and nothing more." The man's diggings brought up the owner's manual to the car which was a disappointment. He just snapped the glove compartment shut. "Now let's get a move on. You need to be at that hotel tomorrow."

Sergei grumbled and turned the ignition on. The car sputtered a bit and he cursed before it came on, the old dying engine making a terrible racket as he put it into first. He hated every second of his life. What he was doing was betrayal to a friend, but it was an eye for an eye in the end if his guesses about what the man was planning was correct. The only thing that kept him from forcing the man's hand the hope that it failed in the end, wiping out an entire werewolf pack was no small feat, he knew that from experience.

Back at the hotel, Trevor and Dmitri were settling in for the night. They both laid in the same bed, but there was a gap between them. Neither had any idea of where the night was going to go when it came to the bed. The gap between them was like an ocean on uncertainty with Trevor in his boxers on one side and Dmitri in boxers that he would rather not be wearing at the moment.

"Sooooo." Trevor said slowly and scratched his chest. When they had gotten back, he had been rather excited. The whole notion of taking some hot, sexy man back to the bed was more than enough to get him hot and bothered. It had given him enough libido to get him this far, but now it was all gone. He was relying on the other to make the next move, if one was going to be made.

"Soooo." Dimitri echoed. Mixed feelings of desire and caution rose up in his chest. The man was human and werewolves could get passionate at times. Tales of how pack members were forced out of a den due to some heated action between two mates had reached him before. Last thing he needed was to hurt him. Take it slow was what came to mind.

A hand slowly crawled across the bed until it reached a smaller hand. The two hands clasped each other, fingers intertwining and slowly pulling the bodies together. One small, fragile and the other strong and warm, but gentle. Their chests met and rubbed against each other as lips came together. A tongue daringly slipped into the other mouth, only to get a taste of the other. Warm, wet, willing.

Pulling back with heavy breaths, eyes met just for a moment in the dark with only the faint glimmer of the alarm clock letting them see each other. No need to profess love in any way, it was already known and understood what they meant to the other. Strangers only the day before and now entangled in each other's arms.

What happened that night was not the usual romp in the bed that many people experienced, it was something else. A werewolf didn't lightly give away their bodies to another. The act was less that of sex and more of that of mating. Trevor was now claimed, to be regarded as an equal, a mate. If and when the rest of the pack discovered, they would have to accept it or face the wrath of the heir to the Alpha.