Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationship:

Eric Bennett/Kyle Swift

Characters:

Eric Bennett, Kyle Swift, Kip Grady, Elena Rygg, Maria Villanueva, Shawn (Heated Rivalry)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Roleplay, Mating Bites, Eric Bennett Loves Kyle Swift, Kyle Swift Loves Eric Bennett

Language:

English

Series:

Part 4 of relax, it's only magic (Skip Autumn Bingo fics)

Stats:

Published: 2026-09-30 Words: 4,212 Chapters: 1/1

I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

Summary

But then there are the things Kyle hasn't told Eric about. How he sometimes dreams about being chased through the forest by a large shadow of a wolf. He can hear it panting, can feel the ground shake beneath his own feet with the impact of its massive paws as it runs. When the wolf catches up to him, it stalks him, corners him. Its breath hot on the back of Kyle's neck and then he's pushed to the ground, on his back, front paws holding his shoulders down, and he really sees the wolf for the first time. Its features beautiful in the light of the full moon, and its strength deadly.

But not for Kyle. He's tamed the beast. He's in control. This is just a game.

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Kyle shares a fantasy with Eric.

(can be read as a standalone oneshot or a bonus story to the Skip Autumn Bingo series)

Notes

"You're excluded from the discussion on account of being biased," Shawn tells Kyle decisively, and Kyle rolls his eyes.

"I'm not. I was Team Edward back in the day, you know."

"Ew." Maria pulls a face and loudly slurps up the rest of her cocktail through its pink straw.

"So was I," Kip sighs and Maria throws up her arms in defeat.

"Guys, come on!"

"Jacob was only, like, marginally less toxic," Shawn says. "He's just hotter."

Elena comes in, holding a paper bag with contraband takeout containers as usual, and joins them at the bar.

"What are we talking about?"

"Who's sexier, werewolves or vampires?" Shawn offers and Elena frowns.

"I'm sorry, did I just time-travel to the year 2010?"

"It's still a relevant question," Kip says. "Maybe now more than ever." He nods at Kyle, which is honestly a little bit rude. You date a werewolf once and suddenly it sparks a whole debate.

"You don't even know any vampires though," Elena points out between mouthfuls of noodles. "And Kyle's werewolf is really just a cute little lapdog."

"They were both Team Edward," Maria tells her, and Elena shakes her head.

"Bella should have run away with Alice in that hot yellow sports car."

"Oh my God, yes!" Maria agrees and Kyle has to admit she's not entirely wrong. It would have freed up Edward for Jacob, and that would have been much more interesting anyway.

That, however, isn't the point. The point is that Elena also isn't wrong about Eric. Kyle loves spending time with him during the full moon. They drive out of the city and take walks together around the woods at night (because who's going to try and mug you while you're literally walking your werewolf), or they stay at home and Kyle pets and cuddles him like a big dog. It's romantic. It's nice.

In fact, Kyle has been pleasantly surprised about how easy it's been. Eric can be more than a little repressed in so many areas of life, but he doesn't seem conflicted about his wolf side at all. It's just a fact of life to him at this point, and apparently his friends as well as his ex-wife have always been very supportive, which must have helped a lot. And why wouldn't they be? Eric as a wolf is very sweet, and absolutely lovely to be around.

The shift is automatic during the full moon, and while Eric can technically turn into his wolf form any time outside of that, he rarely does, because human Eric has a pretty busy schedule. He's happy enough to do it when Kyle suggests it while they're spending time together though. There's nothing to help him settle down after a shitty day like being spooned by a big, warm wolf (even if he sometimes drools on Kyle a little bit). So that's been good, too.

They also play around with commands sometimes, because Eric likes being told what to do no matter which body he's currently inhabiting, and it's kind of an obvious thing to try, given the whole dog theme of the situation. Kyle didn't have the easiest time wrapping his head around this playful, non-sexual version of it at first, but it makes them both feel calm and comfortable, so he's really grown to enjoy it in its own right. It feels like he's taking care of Eric, and he likes that.

But then there are the things Kyle hasn't told Eric about. How he sometimes dreams about being chased through the forest by a large shadow of a wolf. He can hear it panting, can feel the ground shake beneath his own feet with the impact of its massive paws as it runs. When the wolf catches up to him, it stalks him, corners him. Its breath hot on the back of Kyle's neck and then he's pushed to the ground, on his back, front paws holding his shoulders down, and he really sees the wolf for the first time. Its features beautiful in the light of the full moon, and its strength deadly.

But not for Kyle. He's tamed the beast. He's in control. This is just a game.

The wolf sometimes shows him his teeth, huge and sharp, and brings them to Kyle's neck. The dreams never got as far as actually biting down, but even the careful hint of fangs against Kyle's skin is more dangerous than Kyle knows Eric would ever allow in real life.

He always wakes up hard after a dream like that, covered in sweat, his body flooded with arousal and adrenaline.

And he wonders sometimes. Whether Eric might not secretly enjoy that kind of thing too.

🐺🌙🐾

So he finally pitches it to him a few days later. It seems like a good time for it: they're making out on the couch and things are just starting to heat up, so Kyle climbs into Eric's lap and starts offering up some vague ideas while he kisses Eric's neck and grinds down against him.

"Uh," Eric says a little dumbly. It's fun how easy it is to make him go absolutely hazy with lust, but not always conducive to deeper conversation. "So, like roleplay?"

"Yeah, baby." Kyle nips his ear and rolls his hips, making Eric groan. "You gonna growl for me? Show me your teeth?"

"You – you want that?"

Kyle reaches between them to pull down Eric's zipper, sliding down to kneel between his legs.

"Yeah, I do."

Eric takes a sharp breath when Kyle pushes his underwear down just enough to take his cock out, warm and heavy in his hand. And so hard.

Kyle deploys the next weapon from today's arsenal, looking up at Eric from beneath his lashes while he licks over the swollen head, his tongue rough against silky skin.

"Fuck, I'll do whatever you want."

Yay.

🐺🌙🐾

They talk about it some more when they're both thinking a little more clearly, and Eric, predictably, has some conditions and concerns. Kyle might not always show it, but he's grown to appreciate Eric's more methodic and level-headed approach to things. (Unless it's stupid, like worrying about their age gap and being a boring old man.) Not just because it's fun to coax Eric out of his shell where appropriate and challenge him a little, but also because their energies tend to balance each other that way.

Firstly, he will not chase Kyle through the woods, because that's how werewolves end up shot with tranq darts from Animal Control and put into a kennel overnight, which is a fair point. Most people probably don't want to be chased by a wolf, though Kyle thinks the authorities should really take all the options into consideration before "saving" someone. It can be foreplay.

"And also, about the…uhm. Pretending I'm going to bite you…"

Ah. Kyle knew Eric was going to be hesitant about that. Eric was turned by accident as a child, a girl from his school unexpectedly shifting for the first time on a full moon during a class trip and snapping at the other kids, scared and confused as she was. She didn't bite anyone, but the small scratch of a sharp fang along Eric's right wrist was enough. He takes great care to keep his teeth to himself, knowing first-hand how easily accidents happen.

"I know you won't hurt me," Kyle says gently. "But it's okay if you're not comfortable with it."

"The thing is –" Eric runs a hand through his hair and looks at Kyle hesitantly. "Do you know what a mating bite is?"

"Oh." He's read about it, on his research deep dive into werewolf lore. It just sounded kind of old-fashioned, and not like something people still actually did today. That's not what he was intentionally going for anyway – it's just a common part of his dreams and seemed hot to reenact. Though maybe his subconscious was on to something there. "Like a sort of…wolf marriage."

"I mean…" Eric clears his throat and fidgets a little. "Not exactly. Kind of. But if you're – excited, and I'm excited and then – I'll want to, is all I'm saying. And it's, uh – it's a strong instinct. I don't know if I'll have enough control to stop if I'm already –"

"Yeah, no, that's –" Kyle is trying to figure out what Eric is saying. Or what he isn't saying. I'll want to. Does he think about that all the time when they're together as wolf and human? Is it a thing? But it would turn Kyle. And Eric wouldn't do that. "It's fine. But it also – I mean, if you ever really wanted to –"

"Kyle –"

"I'm just saying. That wolf life doesn't seem so bad from where I'm standing." He shrugs and looks away.

What started as sharing a sex fantasy got surprisingly deep all of a sudden. But it's not like he's never thought about it before, what it would be like. Werewolves aren't the dangerous beasts that some movies make them out to be. Emotions run a little higher in wolf form, sure. Instincts are stronger and existing character traits become more pronounced. But Eric is self-aware the whole time. It's hardly a curse. All Kyle would really have to change about his life is get Kip to cover his shifts at the Kingfisher when it's a full moon and maybe buy some kibble.

"I think if I was more myself three nights a month, I'd probably just be even hornier," he muses. "You'd have to have crazy wolf sex with me the whole time."

Eric doesn't react to Kyle's attempt at lightening the mood. He's just staring at him, blinking slowly like his brain isn't quite processing the conversation.

"We can talk about that some other time, okay?" he finally says and Kyle leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. He knows by now that he's not being brushed off even if it outwardly looks like that; Eric just needs some time.

🐺🌙🐾

One otherwise very uneventful Thursday evening, Kyle gets what he wants.

It’s not a full moon, because they need Eric to be able to shift back after big bad wolf time for the actual sex portion of the sexy game, and it all feels surprisingly...normal. He kisses Kyle very sweetly and asks him to come up to the yoga studio in maybe twenty minutes, so he has a moment to prepare and get into the right headspace, whatever that might look like for Eric.

Kyle doesn’t have much to set up: he changes into loose sweatpants and an old t-shirt that he doesn’t mind getting wolf drool on (or for it to be torn to shreds as Eric rips it off him with his claws to ravish him – far less likely, but a guy can dream). He works himself open on two and then three fingers, his largest plug sliding in easily after. The bottle of lube goes in his pocket and he’s good to go.

If he’s being entirely honest, Kyle isn’t expecting this whole thing to actually work out too well the first time. He’s never seen Eric be anything but sweet and docile as a wolf, and he’s always so mindful of his strength and his size, making sure he never scares or accidentally hurts anyone. It’s hard to imagine anything else, even if Kyle’s subconscious clearly disagrees, giving him those dreams…

He doesn’t think too hard about it. Not every sexy idea plays out as imagined, and that’s okay. Even if it’s nothing like Kyle’s dreams, they have a free evening and Eric will be naked when he shifts back. So there’s more than enough to work with for a fun night either way.

Kyle hums to himself as he walks up the stairs to the studio space. They don’t use it for sex much, except when he gets too bored waiting for Eric to finish his morning yoga sometimes, but it probably makes sense to have all that open space now.

Eric is sitting by the windows, looking down onto the street and ignoring his presence for now, but Kyle can tell by the way his ears move that he’s in fact being paid very careful attention to.

"But Grandmother! What great big ears you have," Kyle says under his breath, genuinely appalled by himself that he never thought to make that joke before.

In reply, he receives a low growl that actually makes him flinch a little. He’s never heard Eric make that kind of sound before. It feels like a warning.

Kyle slowly moves closer, his bare feet on the floor suddenly feeling weirdly vulnerable.

Eric doesn’t move, but his growls grow louder. Dark, rumbling noises that sound like they come from deep in his chest.

When Kyle crosses some sort of invisible line that seems to signify personal space, Eric turns around.

Kyle barely keeps himself from shrinking back. The creature in front of him seems to have very little in common with the wolf he knows: the long lines of Eric’s limbs are tense, every inch of his body displaying alertness. His ears are sticking straight up, his eyes boring into Kyle’s, and Kyle would swear they’re darker than usually.

He swallows hard, but stays right where he is. This is what he wanted. He can stop it any time. He’s in control.

Eric’s gaze remains fixed on Kyle, unblinking, hackles raised. Another low, warning growl, and then he starts circling him. The way he moves is slow and calculated, eyes never leaving Kyle. His body language clearly communicates who is the predator and who is the prey here.

Kyle can feel himself reacting to it more than he thought he would. He knows there’s technically no reason to be afraid, but he feels it; palms sweating and his mouth dry, heart rate picking up. He feels almost paralyzed, pinned in place by Eric, like his body already knows there’s no point in even trying to run or to fight.

Controlled danger. He likes it.

Eric completes another circle around him, drawing closer, and stops in front of Kyle. His lips are furling back, showing Kyle just a hint of teeth, the growl constant now. He looks…angry.

When he snarls at him, Kyle does jump back. It’s so close and so loud, and Kyle feels his heart hammering in his chest as adrenaline floods his system. Eric bares his teeth at him, fangs sharp. He looks like he’s ready to pounce.

Well, fuck. Maybe Kyle shouldn’t have underestimated his boyfriend’s acting abilities. Because he’s actually buying every second of this. However, it would appear he has absolutely no survival instincts at all, because all that the fear really does is to turn him on like crazy.

He meets Eric’s eyes and takes another step back when he’s growled at again. There’s a bunch of pillows arranged on one of the yoga mats and that seems to be where Eric is directing him. So he’ll fall softly. Kyle smiles to himself, endeared, and dizzy with the excitement thrumming through his veins.

"Well? Come and get me."

It all happens so quickly then that Kyle can barely even catch up. Eric roars and Kyle stumbles backwards, the sharp spike of fear mixing with arousal as his back hits the pillow-covered ground and suddenly Eric is on top of him. Paws on his chest just like in Kyle’s dream, Eric’s weight on him knocking the breath out of his lungs.

Usually, this position is playful: Eric will sniff him everywhere and lick his face a little bit, affectionate and excited. But this time, he just keeps growling at him, teeth only inches from Kyle’s face. Much closer than he would have expected Eric to be comfortable with.

The moment feels like something is about to snap and Kyle exhales, head fuzzy as he bares his throat for Eric. Eric is panting above him and he pulls back just a little, breath still hot on Kyle’s skin. Kyle knows what they’re both thinking.

"Shift back," he whispers, and something like relief seems to cross over Eric’s features.

A few seconds later, very human eyes are looking back at Kyle, Eric’s big hands on his chest.

"Kyle," is the only thing Eric says, and then he’s surging forward to kiss him wildly. Kyle moans and lets Eric push his tongue into his mouth. He can feel him, rock hard against his own hip, and all Kyle knows is that he wants.

"Fuck me," he gasps between searing kisses. "Need it. Need you."

"Yeah. God." Eric presses their foreheads together and they both fumble for the lube. "Me, too."

Kyle kicks his pants off and watches Eric slick up his cock; his touch on himself nothing but efficient and practical, and yet Kyle’s mouth waters at the sight.

He pulls his shirt over his head and then moans again as Eric pulls the plug out, feeling the stretch of its bulbous shape slipping out. Eric is careful with him, even though Kyle can feel the frantic energy pulse between them.

"Come on, let me feel you." Kyle loops his arms around Eric’s neck, drawing him close. "Wanna feel that big cock inside me."

"Fuck, Kyle, I –" Eric doesn’t finish his sentence. He lines himself up, the way their bodies fit together so familiar by now that they align almost automatically.

"I want you deep," Kyle continues, and then he gasps when Eric pushes into him, his thighs shaking as his body adjusts. "Want it so bad."

Kyle bites his lip. He knows his dirty talk does it for Eric; he’s just not usually this...desperate. Eric doesn’t seems to mind one way or another. He groans into the crook of Kyle’s shoulder, open-mouthed kisses sloppy along his neck as he sinks fully inside him.

There’s no further instruction required for Eric to fuck him exactly the way he wants. Eric snaps his hips forward, the drag of his thick cock over Kyle’s prostate sending sparks through his body.

Kyle sometimes thinks of what Eric said to him, a long while ago now. Teach me how to fuck you. He didn’t actually have to teach him much about that. But he did train him, into knowing precisely what Kyle likes and giving it to him.

But now, there’s something new that he wants. That they both want. Eric is panting into Kyle’s shoulder, teeth scraping over skin, and Kyle just knows.

"Bite me," he says urgently. "Bite me like this. Just like you would if –"

The noise that tears out of Eric’s throat sounds almost like a howl, like the wolf in him heard that and approved.

"Yeah?" he asks, breathless, his grip on Kyle's hips tightening as he drives into him. Kyle loves when he gets all worked up like this, overwhelmed by what he wants. What he needs.

Kyle buries his fingers in Eric's hair, pushing his face closer against his own neck. He can feel Eric's hot breath, the gentle brush of his lips on his skin, and then -

"Fuck."

Realistically, it's not like no one's ever bitten Kyle during sex before. Things happen, it's hot, whatever, you move on. But this time, he feels it course through his entire body, the pressure of Eric's teeth against his skin, not quite painful but definitely there. It's different because it means something. It's the start of a conversation they're eventually going to have, about commitment and permanence and love, and Kyle may feel a little silly about it, but that's the part that gets him right now.

Eric moans, the sound muffled against Kyle's skin, biting down like he never wants to let go. Kyle gasps when Eric's hand sneaks between their bodies and wraps around his cock, stroking Kyle fast and sure while he keeps fucking into him.

"I'm yours, I'm all yours," he tells Eric, because he knows when he's being claimed. "Make me feel it."

Kyle's voice is shaking and his legs tremble where they're wrapped around Eric's middle, his whole body tensing up. When he comes, he clings to Eric harder, making sure he knows Kyle is taking everything he's being given, is loving every second.

Eric thrusts into him a few more times until Kyle feels a rush of warmth deep inside, and Eric's teeth digging into his flesh a little harder for a moment before he lets go.

They catch their breath in silence, Eric's face still buried against the crook of Kyle's shoulder, and Kyle's fingers carding through his hair. Eric is heavy on top of him, but it's nice, his warmth and weight comfortable enough that Kyle almost feels like he could drift off to sleep right where he is and be perfectly happy.

After a while, Eric presses a kiss to his jaw and then props himself up, his eyes searching.

"Was that okay?"

"Which part?" Kyle smiles and pushes up to kiss him, all sweet and slow. "Not that it matters, because I loved all of that."

Eric brushes his thumb over the teeth marks on Kyle's shoulder gingerly.

"I'll get you some Neosporin for that," he says with a frown and Kyle sighs. He just wants to be warm and comfortable and held, and Eric going away to get things is not part of the plan.

"It's absolutely fine. You didn't even break the skin."

"Kyle. Please," Eric says earnestly. It's very cute. "Let me fuss."

"Okay, fine," Kyle laughs. He'll admit it is nice being taken care of sometimes.

Eric returns a minute later with what looks like a first-aid kit and one of the blankets from the couch. Kyle patiently lets him play nurse and then drapes the blanket over them both, curling up against Eric's chest in their little nest of pillows.

"Was all of that okay for you?" he asks quietly, and Eric nods and kisses his forehead.

"I, uh…I wasn't sure at first, whether I really wanted to scare you. Even if it's just for a game." He trails his fingers up and down Kyle's back, his touch light. "But then once we got started, you didn't smell that scared, mostly just…into it."

"Wait, you can smell that? You can smell when I'm horny while you're a wolf?"

This is intriguing news. He might have to get back into his werewolf research, focusing less on lore and ancient history and more on…contemporary sex advice?

"…yeah? I can smell when you're scared or stressed or getting sick, too."

"Okay, that's all very useful. But I'm more interested in the horny part," he says meaningfully and Eric chuckles; a deep, warm sound in his chest. "Does it smell good?"

"You always smell good to me. But, yes. It really does."

"Never even told me," Kyle grumbles and Eric kisses the top of his head.

"Actually," he starts, and then pauses. "I mean, we don't have to, but would you mind if I shifted back now?"

"No, of course not," Kyle says. He's surprised though. Eric doesn't usually suggest it. "I'm absolutely fine with my cuddles being a little more hairy for the rest of the night."

"It's just – you can tell me if it's weird, but I kind of…I want to see, uh. Where I bit you. See it as the wolf, I mean." Eric sounds like that's something very difficult to ask for and Kyle lifts his face to kiss him firmly.

"Yes. Of course." There's always much to learn about Eric's feelings while he's shifted. Things that human Eric would never say out loud, the wolf will just show Kyle. "I'd really like to see your reaction, actually."

"It might be – a lot."

"Even better," Kyle says. "Come on. Wolf out, baby."

Eric huffs at him, but looks more amused than annoyed. He puts a bit of distance between them to make enough room and then shifts back into his werewolf form.

And wolf Eric is nothing but ecstatic about the current state of affairs. The first thing he does is lick all over Kyle's face, which – okay, it's cute, Kyle likes the enthusiasm, even if it's not his favorite thing in the world to be drooled on quite this much. But he'll accept Eric's affection in all its forms.

"Love you, too," he whispers into the soft fur right by Eric's ear when he's finally done with all the licking.

He gets thoroughly sniffed next, and narrows his eyes at Eric. "Do I still smell extra good? Are you being a pervert about it right now?"

Eric huffs and licks at Kyle's chin, looking at him as if to say so what?

"Hey, I'm not complaining. You do you," Kyle laughs.

Eric finally lies down, draped half across Kyle, head on his chest, and starts making pleased little whining sounds. His snout is right by Kyle's shoulder, carefully avoiding contact with the tender bite mark but definitely keeping a close eye on it.

"Yeah, you like it?" Kyle asks and pets his head. "You like seeing that I'm yours?"

Eric whimpers and rubs his head against Kyle, over his chest and under his chin. Getting as close as he can. Kyle wraps his arms around him.

"I like it, too."