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Wild Kratts: Can't Fight the Moonlight	By : DoritoZombie Category: +S through Z > Wild Kratts Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Wild Kratts does not belong to me and certainly no one would pay me to do this! All characters are presented as fictional. Title is a joke that may only be funny to me.

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“He's hiding something, I know it,” Martin said, speaking aloud to the seemingly empty woods, “Gotta find out what before he gets himself chewed up by Copperheads.”
If he was being honest he'd admit that he was a little hurt that Chris had some kind of secret going on out there in the woods. The brothers had never hidden anything of any import from each other- it was the best quality about their professional (and personal) relationship.
Usually, Chris was logical and organized, always planning and taking charge of the situation. It was very unusual to have him scampering off into the night, suddenly and without second thought or a long-winded lecture on preparation and taking care.
It had been about an hour before he decided to turn around, giving in to his curiosity about Chris's whereabouts- and brotherly concern over his lack of caution regarding the snakes. He crashed through the undergrowth, slowing when the little digital map on his wrist began blinking closer to the southern portion of the forest. Chris's little green dot on the map, normally blinking, was absent and that didn't make Martin feel any better about the whole situation.
Taking a deep breath, he crept onward, keeping his ears sharp for anything human-sized moving around. Hearing him would be a lot easier if the damn devils weren't so noisy, he thought, scowling at the harsh sound of several males scrapping. Still, the cacophony would probably help- Chris would probably be near the seemingly dense devil population, so he followed the sound of their battle cries as quietly as possible, ducking behind trees and bushes to remain unseen.
Chris's abandoned backpack off to the side of a rocky clearing was the only thing to see Martin though, with the tagging remote and ear tags strewn haphazardly around it. His heart hammered a tattoo against his ribs- Where was Chris? Disastrous images plagued Martin as he gave up stealth in favor of visibility, trying to raise his voice over the devils.
“Chris! CHRIS! Where are you, bro?”
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Chris's sharp, animal ears pricked at a distant sound- the familiar voice of his brother. He growled and backed away from the burly male tasmanian devil he'd been posturing at and sniffed the air- definitely Martin. His reason was telling him to follow the voice, let his brother know he wasn't dead but in that instant of hesitation the male opposite him lunged, sizeable teeth aiming for Chris's suit-protected throat. He swatted the much smaller creature away with a clawed glove and growled, baring his own teeth and pacing towards the waiting female devil.
No, no, no, no you are not a real tasmanian devil and you do not need a mate!
Chris shook his head and whimpered, suddenly horrified at whatever intent his feral nature had towards the animal. What had gotten into him? He couldn't remember getting this comfortable as a creature before.
“Chris! Come on, don't be missing! This isn't funny!”
Chris could hear Martin's voice getting a little closer and whimpered, holding his head.
Find my brother, stay and fight devils, he debated.
Normally this wouldn't bear that much thought but something about the electricity and hormones present in the atmosphere kept Chris glued to the spot. He was sinking deeper into the pit of the tasmanian devil's mating season and could only focus for so long before preoccupying himself with finding someone to vent his mounting aggressive and sexual frustrations on. He had to get away from the devils though- he was only going to hurt one with his unfair size advantage and no way in hell was he thinking that way about a lady devil, no matter how feral his brain might be going.
Growling wildly, he tore away from the breeding battle and went tearing through the forest, running as fast as he could on all fours towards Martin. He figured maybe seeing his brother would snap him out of whatever wild trance he was in. Still, as he drew directly near to his brother's panicked calls, he could still feel the restless, slow burn of defensiveness and lust travel down his spine and settle somewhere below his stomach- trying to find a candidate.
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“Come on, Chris, please-” Martin called, sounding desperate before being cut off by a large and sort of furry collision. When he had stopped rolling long enough to look up he saw his brother- almost his brother- larger and furred and clawed and crouching a few feet away.
“Martin! It's alright, I'm right here!” Chris moved closer on all fours, grinning and showing off the sharpened fangs.
“Aah! Chris, what the hell! Are you some kind of...wolf man?!” Martin hollered. Chris chuckled, sounding a little more like a grunt, before shaking his head no. “More like...devil man, I guess,” he said.
Chris looped an arm around Martin, shaking him slightly and smiling. “You okay bro?” he asked, looking the frazzled Martin over.
“Yeah, I'm fine!” Martin exclaimed, looking over his brother's tousled, animal face. “Are you okay, Chris? I found your stuff but not you and I was worried that you- man, you don't look so good. Are you running a fever or something? Your eyes are all...glassy. And what happened with your suit?! Did you do that on purpose?”
A strange expression had come over Chris's face, eyes wide and distant like a shark's. His cheeks were beginning to color as he looked over his brother and shook his head slowly.
“Actually,” Chris replied, a little drool running from his fanged mouth as he leaned in and sniffed at Martin experimentally, “I'm feeling pretty good.”
[Ohoho! TBC. There will be smut, promise.]
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