Title: Caught by Need
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8x100
Content/Warning(s): Werewolves
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #043: Heat. Many thanks to @Choose2Live for the beta and the sanity. Nothing quite like having Tommy walk past you (twice) when you're writing about him.

This is a sequel to Caught by Choice.


The scent of cedar fills the air, sharp and comforting. Water drips onto hot stones and sizzles into steam. Tommy closes his eyes and stretches out, tries to relax on a wooden bench that's almost too warm for comfort.

Heat surrounds him, fills him. Sweat rolls down his face, pools in his belly button.

Shifting, he places his feet flat against the wide slats and runs his hand over his dick. The gentle feather-like stroke jolts through him like lightning.

It's a new moon, and the yearning that started at the full moon is cresting. He can't fucking pretend anymore.

.:.

Tommy's been feeling like this for days. Dizzying spirals of heat curl through him and lick at his nerve endings. They're cooler when he's alone, with friends, or practicing with the band, then warmer and warmer and even fucking warmer when he's with Sauli and Adam.

He shifts again, licks his lips, and breathes in air made prickly with heat.

He tightens his grip on his dick, squeezes.

But it totally isn't what he needs. He needs Adam and Sauli. Needs their touch and their support and all the things that they've held back, waiting for him, giving him space.

.:.

A deep breath fills him with more heat. He closes his eyes and goes back to stroking his dick lightly, reveling in the feelings, the ache that spreads through him like wildfire. Sauli and Adam loom in his memory, their carefulness with him, their understanding of his need to make his own place in the pack.

Do I ask? Tommy's swimming in uncertainty, near to drowning in his ignorance about what a pack omega's supposed to do.

And the want is searing him. "God damn you and your fucking patience," he yells. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

.:.

Just asking the question opens something up in Tommy. The ache expands, moving beyond his skin, bringing an answering need back to him.

Tommy pants for breath, feeling like the oxygen has been burned out of the air. An odd crooning escapes from his throat. He almost claps a hand over his mouth to stop it, then arches his head back and calls.

Two voices, raised in wolfsong, twine around each other, moving closer every second, answering him.

No longer alone, the need rising hotter and hotter, Tommy grits his teeth and resists the urge to get to his knees.

.:.

"So strong," Sauli says, running his hand over Tommy's hair as he sits on the bench at Tommy's head.

Settling between Tommy's legs, Adam pushes them further apart and rubs his cheek against Tommy's thigh. "Still fucking fighting," he says and then leans down and nips at Tommy's hipbone.

Arousal skitters and sparks along Tommy's nerves, drawing him tighter and tighter. He presses his hip into Adam's mouth, wanting more, needing more. He starts to say something and Sauli is there, bending over and sucking on Tommy's lower lip, licking away his words.

He's strung between them, aching, wanting, needing.

.:.

Adam traces a path across Tommy's stomach with tongue and teeth, and then buries his nose at the base of Tommy's dick. His fingers, slick with lube, slide from Tommy's balls to his ass, and he presses a finger inside Tommy. Rocking upward, Tommy pushes down on Adam's finger.

Again Sauli steals Tommy's words with his mouth, his tongue. He whispers to Tommy in Finnish as he rubs, twists, and tweaks Tommy's nipples.

Dizzy heat swoops through Tommy. He reaches for Sauli as Adam twists his finger and adds another. He's full, stretched to burning, and it's still not enough.

.:.

Then Adam has three fingers inside Tommy, long and thick, crooking just so, and he's nuzzling the base of Tommy's dick.

Fire and heat wash through Tommy. He looks up into Sauli's eyes, opens his mouth, and gives voice to his need with "Fuck" and "Yes" and "More." Repeating them over and over, until his legs are spread wide, resting on Adam's shoulders, and Sauli is straddling his chest.

Tommy sticks out his tongue, almost but not quite touching Sauli's dick. The air tastes of Adam and Sauli, of cedar and lube, of heat and the thick headiness of arousal.

.:.

They stay like that for a long moment, poised on the brink.

Then Tommy says, "Yours." To make his point totally clear, he licks the tip of Sauli's dick and rubs his ass against Adam's. "Mine."

"Yes," Adam growls.

Sauli adds something in Finnish that Tommy doesn't understand.

And then they're in him, on him, pinning him down, holding him up. Thrusting harder and harder, as Tommy writhes between them.

They drive him higher and higher. The heat rises. Up and up. Until their howls are thicker than the steam and Tommy comes, falling into them, taking them, accepting them.