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Entry tags:	30 seconds to mars, 30 stm: jared leto, 30stm: jared/shannon, 30stm: shannon leto

FIC: Loup Garou--30stm, adult, Jared/Shannon
title: Loup Garou
author: lisa roquin
rating: ADULT
fandom: 30 Seconds to Mars
pairing/characters: Shannon/Jared, Tim
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: The bitch came too close, sniffing at theirs. Tim might not be Pack, but he was still theirs.
warning: letocest, werewolf-beastiality
author notes: written for kynxpirations anon kink meme, prompt Jared/Shannon, werewolves
word count: 2750







They didn't remember him, not really. It was their step father they knew as dad. They still paid for his deal.

Shannon had been the one offered up. Cliche as hell, offering up of the firstborn. And years later at all of eighteen, Shannon had been the one hunted down and made to pay the price of a deal he was completely unaware of, until the consequences of it tore apart his life.

Shannon had attempted to be noble. Jared didn't let him, ever the demanding brat, having to know, having to have his answers, have his way. Jared had pushed until the beast had snapped and gave him more than he'd asked for, leaving Shannon to deal with that, living with what the beast had done, with what had happened to Jared when it shouldn't have.

Wolves mated for life. And that had been worse on Shannon than Jared. Jared had never given a damn for anything but what he wanted. Not when it came down to it. His causes, his art, still what he wanted. Only one opinion besides his own had ever really counted, a few given respectful even affectionate consideration--their mother, their grandmother, Tomo, Matt at one point, even Tim occasionally these days--but only one mattered.

Shannon had never given a damn for opinions anymore than he had, but Shannon was forever big brother, forever trying to protect Jared from the world. Times and places in their gypsy childhood that the scant age difference had made just enough difference, Shannon that much more aware, that much more coordinated and better able to defend them both, even if Jared ended up the taller, Shan was always the stronger, the more powerful.

Whiskey eyes glittered gold and feral, the wolf's eyes. The low growl wordless and far from human.

Shannon fought the wolf, kept it caged, denied it, ignored it, kept a mile wide chasm between it and himself. How the hell he did that was beyond Jared. The wolf was him, he was the wolf had been for years. The seperation just went to prove that his brother was more stubborn than he swore Jared was. That when it came to it, Shannon was as Alpha as the beast he kept caged.

Kevin and Solon had never been pack. Good friends, but no more, nowhere near pack.

Matt hadn't been pack. He'd been band, family. Fuck it had hurt when he left, but he hadn't been pack, never had been quite. That fact probably saved his life from the Beast Shan kept caged, gone mad and feral by it's imprisonment. The beast would have killed over such a betrayal to the pack, not allowed leaving the pack in any way but death.

Tomo was pack. So was Vicky for that matter, accepted as Tomo's mate by both Shannon and the beast. Jared wasn't sure if she knew that or not. Hell, he wasn't sure if Tomo remembered or comprehended. Tomo had been pretty fucking drunk when Shannon and Jared had explained it all to him--actually so had they. They'd never bit Tomo, never brought him over, probably never would. Loup Garou were sterile. For however mad and feral the caged Beast was, it was still part of Shannon, and neither would take a family from Tomo and Vicky.

"Shut up and don't move Tim. Don't." Jared ordered. "My fault...shit..." His own wolf playful and as protective in it's way as Shannon's though a good deal more stealthy. Jared's wolf saw Tim almost as a cub, kid was so freaking young sometimes and a good kid. Half-grown stray that had wondered into the fringe of the pack, not quite pack but still skittered around the edge, still enough theirs that no fucking way was another taking him. The bitch in the crowd--it wasn't often they came across another like them. Oh there were packs here and there, the occasional loner they stumbled across, but not often. And they never challenged local territories when a pack held one. As powerful of an alpha as Shannon was he had his mate and what he wanted. They were left alone and left the locals alone when they passed some by on tour. Not that bitch in heat though.

The bitch came too close, sniffing at Tim. Tim might not be pack but he was still theirs. Jared had hauled Tim away, gotten him drunk and at the moment parked on Tim's lap on the couch of the hotel suite consoling the younger man on the fact the girl (goddamned bitch coming too close to theirs) he'd been hoping to hook up with almost ran screaming. "Head down, eyes down, don't move. don't fucking make a sound."

Shannon growled, yanking off his shirt, wolf close as the button went flying off his jeans, the zipper fucking ripped apart, change starting to take him even as he shoved his pants down.

"Eyes down," Jared hissed. Cock hardening, his head tilted back with a whine. He was always Shannon's, Shannon's and the Beast's now, had been for years.

The growl turned into a howl as Shannon dropped to his hands and knees, shifting completely, not just to the 'halfway' form that still could stand upright but fully wolf. Warm and wet spread under his ass where he sat on Tim's lap. Christ. Tim had pissed his goddamned pants. Not that Jared could really blame the poor kid, Shannon's transformation swift and brutal. Whiskey eyes really didn't change much, feral and golden and never leaving the two of them. It wasn't like people believed the Loup Garou were real, until maybe the second before they got their throat ripped out by one, if even then, and Shannon was fucking magnificent--broad, raw power, thick black fur and glittering whiskey-gold eyes.


Jared whined shrugging off his coat, buttons of his shirt went flying as he yanked at it. Scarf torn off. Chest and throat completely bared to Shannon, but he didn't budge from Tim's lap. Kid was not getting killed for that goddamned bitch in heat sniffing around too close. Cub was almost pack, theirs to keep an eye on, theirs to keep others from even if he wasn't pack.

His own wolf moving a little closer to the surface, not the forced seperation Shannon and his Beast had no clear division, just the give and take of when the wolf's instincts were stronger. Senses sharpening just a bit, the whine of submission less than human this time. He prayed Shannon and the Beast both took Tim wetting himself as fear and submission not an attempt to fucking mark Jared.

Tim whimpered out a terrified squeak as The Beast pounced. It's considerable weight landing on them, feral growl rumbling from deep in it's chest as it's jaws opened and settled over Jared's throat.

Jared whined again, hands going for the fly of his jeans, fumbling, getting them undone and wriggled shoving them partway down his thighs. Tim made a strangled sound at Jared now sprawled three-fourths naked over his lap with a wolfish Shannon pinning them both in place.

Shannon's ability to shift at will, or when the Beast got loose was...well, not an ability Jared had. Jared's wolf was bound to the moon like the majority of legends claimed. They had no idea if it was singular to Shannon, or something some other Loup Garou could do, some kind of rare talent or an alpha thing or what. It didn't really matter. They were a pack of four, two Loup Garou, and two possibly oblivious humans who didn't realize they were pack with a stray cub on the fringe trying to decide if he fit or not. It made no difference to them, it just was. Shannon could shift at any time, Jared only with the full of the moon though he didn't necessarily have to shift anymore, he'd gotten that much control over the years.

Legends were shit, mostly fantasy with only a line or two of what struck either of them as truth. What little either of them knew for fact Shannon had tortured out of the bitch that changed him and he'd been half out of his mind with the newness of it all. That he'd done on his own, it had been before Jared knew and years before Jared had finally pushed the Beast into claiming it's mate. So honestly, it wasn't much and possibly not fact at all. The handful of absolutes they did believe they simply knew, the Wolves KNEW.

The warning growl was unmistakable.

Jared's hands moved back away once he'd gotten his pants down, the wetness of Tim's jeans damp and clammy against his skin.


"Just chased the bitch away from the cub, Shan," Jared whined out. Shannon shifted over him, soft fur teasing at the head of his straining cock. "Yours and you know it." Sharp animal teeth slid against his skin, not leaving so much as the faintest pink line. He was Shannon's, the Beast's, they both knew it, man and Loup. Jared whined and writhed hips lifting up a little as Shannon, The Beast, licked at his neck. He kind of thought it was both, they were closer to One like this, only like this, with Jared hard and wanting at their mercy.

"Cub?" Tim squeaked.

Jared whacked him upside the head. "Eyes down shut up." the growl in his voice less than human. Shannon/Beast lifted his head with a growl and nosed at Tim's neck. The gaspy incoherent terror in the strangled squeaked out sounds made Jared whine and writhe up again, cock sliding against Shannon/Beast's fur. The chuff of sound had Jared relaxing, worry gone. Shannon/Beast accepted Tim as pack. Now that might take some work to soothe Tim and straighten out later because Shannon and The Beast would never give up Pack, hell neither would Jared. Damned bitch in heat forcing it this way by coming too close.

Tomo might be clueless, or at least think it's a drunken hallucination if he remembered but the bonds were too deep, too long standing, years old now. Tomo was pack, he acted like pack even if he didn't realize or understand it. Somehow they were both pretty sure it was more what they were than Tomo being Tomo because Vicky had some of the same tendencies, subtle, not even conscious, like how she'd tilt her head just a little to the side when she hadn't seen Shannon for a while, not conscious, but instinctive subtle offering of her neck in submission. Little uncommon gestures the wolves read as PACK, as their due, as theirs.

Again nothing that made much difference, not to them. Whatever the hell the odd bond with Tomo and Vicky, it was two sided even if unconscious on their parts, something that had grown naturally over time and the drunken discussion of Loup Garou with Tomo merely a formality for what had formed mostly on it's own. The territorial and abrupt claiming of Tim something else again even if both of them were protective of the cub. The problem that was likely to be was for later, Shannon/Beast's furry head lowered over his chest, sharp inciscor scraping over his nipple before the sting and the couple drops of blood drawn by split skin lapped away by a warm slightly rougher than human tongue.

Jaren groaned and writhed as Shannon/Beast licked his way downward lapping at his belly, licking at his cock. Tim squeaked horrified and embarrassed along with flat out literally pissing his pants terrified. He could feel Tim hard in his jeans under his ass, Shannon/Beast's tongue licking at his cock, his balls. The whine torn from deep in his chest pure need and pure wolf. Shannon/Beast raised his furry head, feral-gold eyes locked on blue. The growl was pure demand, unrelenting order.

Jared somehow managed to kick off his shoes and writhe out of his jeans still lying on the couch Tim sat in the middle of, sprawled now naked except for his socks over the lap of the youngest member of their pack. Another growl and Jared whined, beyond caring that they were going to fuck over Tim's lap. That the only thing that gave him a second's pause. He'd been fucked by the wolf before, and the creature that was something in between as well as the man. Hell, less by the man than creature or wolf. Even after all this time Shannon fought the inevitable, and the need they both felt.

His mate was going to fuck him. He really didn't give a damn where or how right now as he wriggled and turned. His mate fucking him all that mattered. Shannon/Beast not making it easy, not budging at all, leaving Jared to play contortionist to try to get into position. His own wolf stronger than usual when in fully human form, senses sharpening to the wolf's fully. He heard every hitch of breath of Tim's and every pant of Shannon/Beast's, the low near subvocal possessive growl from Shannon/Beast that fueled the burn and need in his own veins and drew a series of long needy whines from deep in his throat. He could smell the ammonia of Tim's pissy jeans, sweat from dancing at the club, fear and arousal on the youngest member of their pack. His own sweat and arousal and the pheremones of his mate's arousal as he managed to get his knees under him, arms folded on the couch and head lowered to rest on his forearms, wriggling, angling his ass upwards.

He whined again as a wet nose pressed between his ass cheeks, very not human tongue lapping at his hole, wetting him, opening him, maybe words were mixed in the sounds he was making but he was past understanding human speech, it had been so long, too long since his mate had taken him in any form, in anyway. His Shannon, his mate, his wolf's mate. HIS. Shannon the one that got hung up, not so much on their forms as the fact they'd been brothers first. His brother didn't know what he denied himself never letting Jared in wolf form lick or even just rub against bare human skin.

The whine took a howling edge as his mate mounted him and shoved into his body. Tim made another squeaky terrified turned on sound, reminding Jared briefly of his presence. Not that it fucking mattered, not with his mate in him, roughly pistoning into his body, with fur against skin, the soft growl and pant in his ear.

He very nearly howled in disappointment as Shannon/Beast's hips suddenly stilled, dick pressed deeply inside him, the soft growl in his ear took a pained note, the sound Shan made as he shifted. Jared clamped down tightening his inner muscles as hard as he could to keep his mate inside him as even that part of him shifted, filling Jared more. The Creature far more wolf or monster than man even if it walked up right it resembled human in no real way beyond standing on two legs and having an opposable thumb, it's body still furred and features far more lupine than anything else.

Jared howled as Shannon/Beast's hips pulled back and slammed forward again. Resuming the hard pounding pushing him right to the edge before stoping again Jared whined, nothing in the sound less than fully Wolf. He needed his mate, needed, just fucking NEEDED The pained whine in his ear, and fur against his body melting away shifting away, leaving sweaty very human skin behind and a human cock in his ass. "GODDAMN IT SHANNON" Jared wailed.

"MINE" Shannon growled slamming hard into Jared again. Jared tossed his head to get hair out of the way, tilted his neck, howling when blunt human teeth clamped down with bruising force where neck met shoulder, his orgasm ripped through him at the bite so unequivocally restaking his mate's claim on him--coming all over Tim's wet lap. A final hard thrust and Shannon was coming inside him, solid weight collapsing against his back, his own knees slid slowly out from under him leaving him flat across Tim's wet lap with Shannon momentarily boneless on his back.

"What the fuck?" Tim squeaked out, voice thready and an octave and a half too high.

Jared whined. They had some explaining to do. Had to. He'd much rather coax his mate into round two after a nap but there was no way of getting out of explaining just now.