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The clinking of glasses and raucous laughter filled an otherwise large dining area. Yet even in a space as big as this, equipped to fit at least 3 different bridal parties, the bulk of burly men and women making up the elite unit 0 managed to make the room feel cramped.
Another round of beers were ordered at the behest of a less than sober captain, followed by more jeers and good ol’ fashioned ribbing between those lower in the chain of command. The few omega’s in the unit, the pride and joy of their team, had long since turned in for the night. Which left the remaining alpha’s and handful of beta’s to go all out in their typical dick measuring contests.
That’s how Leon found himself sloshing back his 5th shot of the night. It was some ungodly mixture of beer, sake and…tequila??? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know how someone managed to smuggle that into this Japanese themed establishment.
Leon swore his vision went black for a few seconds. He shook his head to get rid of the lingering muddled sensation, smacking his lips while leering a cheeky grin at his companions who oo’d and awed over his ability to keep a straight face through it all.
“Is that really the best you got? Might as well have handed me a glass of water!”
“Seriously? Damn dude, just take my whole damn wallet why don’t you-” His friend and longtime bunk mate Jackal grumbled as he dug into his wallet to hand over the agreed upon crumpled twenty.
Leon preened, just on the edge of tipsy that left him in a good mood despite the less than enthusiastic reception. He accepted the bill graciously, leaning into the touch as he fluttered his lashes and made an obnoxious kissy face his friend’s way.
“Aw, really? Thanks bro, I didn’t know you loved me that much!”
His amusement only deepened as Jackal’s face scrunched up further in disgust. He ripped his hand away like he’d be burned by even a second of further contact.
“Gross! Save your charming crap for the omegas” he paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he tacked on “or a beta girl, I ain’t judging!” In a rush.
Leon rolled his eyes, waving off his friends' attempt at political correctness. He knew Jackal hadn’t meant anything rude by it. His fellow alpha was just a bit bull headed at times, thinking more with his dick than his brain. It had gotten them into more than their fair share of trouble on the job.
“Yeah yeah, worry more about yourself Jackie. When’s the last time you got any anyways?”
The jab rolled right off Jackal, the man slouching back in his chair, an arm thrown lazily over the back as he poured himself a generous cup of sake.
“Hey now, just cause I don’t have a line up of omega’s out the door like you, Charming, doesn't mean I’ve been a slouch either. I just prefer my ladies have a bit more class-” He tipped his head back, downing the shot in seconds as he smacked the cup back down with a smile full of teeth. “Just means I gotta take a bit more time to woo em.”
A loud snort met his words.
“Sure, if by ‘woo’ing’ you mean stumbling after pretty girls like a puppy that's been dropped on its head one too many times until they take pity and ask if you’re lost—then you’re doing great, kid!”
Jackal didn’t seem to appreciate the ringing notes of sarcasm in that.
“Can it Killjoy! At least they ask me if I need help—you on the other hand? You’d be lucky if they don’t call a court martial on your scraggly ass!”
Leon quickly intervened. While Killjoy himself seemed to weather the jab with grace, a glance across the table had him more than a little nervous with the thunderous look brewing on their youngest… ‘friend’s’ face.
“Woah now, easy there Jackal! No need to rip the poor guy a new asshole-”
“Hah, as if Killjoy would have to stoop to something as shameful as skirt chasing on duty! He’s more of a classic gentleman. I should've thought it would come with the wisdom of age- but it must’ve skipped you.” Striker rubbed the salt in further. His chin tipped up and chest puffed out in a hot blooded display so very stereotypical of young alpha’s.
Leon groaned, his palm making an audible slap sound as he smacked his face. He already knew this was a taunt his friend wouldn’t hesitate to bite the bait of.
He couldn’t help but sigh as Jackal devolved to bickering and posturing against an alpha 4 years his junior over something so petty. Especially since it more or less just proved Striker’s point.
Killjoy seemed content to watch the verbal hissing match go down with just as much subdued amusement. The older man was still nursing his first can of beer of the night. With a quirk of a brow, Leon looked at him over Jackal’s head, eyeing the can, then meeting Killjoy’s gaze and making a small questioning motion with his hands.
The man was usually 7 cans in by now. Leon knew from experience that Killjoy could drink everyone here under the table and still have the coordination to snipe a man 100 yards away. Killjoy just sent him a rueful smirk, shaking his head as he pointed down at his gut, then the muscles of his arms, before making a ‘what can you do?’ Shrug with his shoulders.
With a wince, Leon felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. Killjoy was one of the few beta’s on their team. He was more than qualified for his position of course. The man was an exceptional sharp shooter and a wise tactician. Considering he could keep a level head even in the most stressful hostage situations, he’d earned the respect of the team—but street and book smarts could only get you so far.
The man was getting on in his years. 30 may not seem that old to most, but compared to his younger alpha colleagues with the benefit of shifter blood; that may as well be ancient. No doubt the man would have to mind his health. Competition to qualify and stay on their team was rather cut throat after all.
By the time Leon had turned back to the little spat between Jackal and Striker, he was surprised to see the two had moved into conspiratorial whispering range. If he strained his ears, he could just catch the tail end of their mutinous muttering.
“-I just don’t get what they see in that guy! He’s practically got a brick for a face—and you know I’ve had better conversations with a wall than him.”
“Hah! I can see that. I betcha the dickwad’s a nepo baby, I mean, just look at how fast he’s ranked! That can’t be a coincidence- unless…you think this has anything to do with the admiral’s daughter?”
“Hardass’s omega? He’d have to have a death wish to try pillow-talking that ass-”
Leon frowned as he registered Jackal’s accusation. His friend had always been the jealous type, but he usually wasn’t so blatant about tearing down others or perpetuating unconfirmed rumours.
“What’s all this about?” He shimmied his way into their little whispering group, following Striker’s head jerk across the room as Jackal bemusedly caught him up.
“Your protégée himself. Fang. That’s gotta be the sixth person to toast his butt kissing ass tonight!”
If Leon’s shifted lion ears had been exposed, they would’ve twitched at the mention of his former mentee’s code name. He followed the other’s gazes to the frustratingly handsome yet expressionless face.
Their captain had an arm around Fang’s shoulders, a full bellied laugh leaving his mouth as he kept filling Fang’s cup to toast against the various other female recruits at their table.
As usual, Leon felt his gut churn with a cocktail of jealousy, anger, and annoyance at the sight of the devastating youth he’d once held a smidge of affection for. As it stood, Fang was truly an alpha among alpha’s.
Not only was he younger than Leon by 5 years, but since his arrival in their unit, he’d drawn the attention of every pretty woman, omega, beta even alpha alike, and kept it there. It was like watching moths being drawn to a flame!
The younger man just had a charm to him that had them all crawling at his feet—despite his exceptional bitch face.
As if stealing their women wasn’t already enough, the younger man just had to go and kick em all further in the nuts by getting promoted as the youngest lieutenant in their division. Ever. The boy was only 23 years old for crying out loud!
While Leon’s position as mentor to the freshly graduated recruit had only been a short trial, in those 4 years since, it was like the younger man made it his mission to spit in his face and stomp all over his achievements on his way up the ladder.
Before Fang, Leon had been the unit’s heart throb resident big dick alpha. He was young, hot, naturally “Charming”—hence the nickname—and being friendly came easy to him as breathing, regardless of the dynamic of the person he was interacting with.
While he may have started late by military police standards, he’d shot up in ranks faster than a weed on miracle grow crack! He’d already reached the rank of Detective 3 only three years after starting and becoming the dreaded Fang’s new tour guide—because let’s face it, that’s what he was. A tour guide.
Looking back now, Fang had been in a rush to get rid of his training wheels since day one. Of course, Leon was blind to it then. He was too caught up in the rush of receiving his first mentee, he hardly spared a thought to the otherwise rude and standoffish nature of his cute new junior.
The boy was 19 then. A late bloomer considering he still had a bit of baby fat to his cheeks. Leon almost wanted to coo at the serious face the boy sported, all but straining his wrist in his effort to hold back from pinching those cheeks.
He took his time with the boy, showing him the ropes, consistently inviting him out to bond as partners (even though the bastard kept rejecting him) and taking it the extra mile by showing him the whole process of filing reports or leading an investigation in better detail than he was taught himself. So it was a huge slap in the face when not even a month later, he was hit with the request to transfer mentorship documents on his desk.
Leon’s pride took the biggest hit. As a lion shifter, he just couldn’t understand where he went wrong! He’d tried to train the boy to the best of his abilities, but that didn’t seem to be enough!
Fang was paired off with a new mentor soon after and things got busy again. Leon didn’t have time to worry about rooting out the cause for the transfer with cases upon cases of new reports being dumped on his lap. By the time things settled down enough for him to chance running into the boy, he’d already rushed through the promotional ladder up to detective level 1!
The newly hollowed cheeks and muscle broadened chest hadn’t even registered in Leon’s brain before Fang was grabbing his case file out of his hands and, with a dismissive sniff, had turned around to stalk off to his shiny refurbished desk. Complete with a nameplate and everything!
The rest was a dismal descent in history.
The clink of another glass and shuffled movement in his periphery brought Leon back to the present. His breath nearly caught in his chest as his eyes focused back to Fang’s cold focused gaze zeroed in on him. But just as quickly as he felt his hackles rising at the threat, Fang’s gaze wandered off to the next glass being shoved into his hand by their increasingly debauched captain. Breaking the chokehold of that silver eyed spell.
Leon snorted, whipping his head back to the table and quickly downing another shot to drown the ridiculous thought.
He knew he had problems. It wasn’t normal for an alpha to have so much of their mind consumed with thoughts of another—but damn did Fang find a way to wriggle under his skin and set every one of his predatory competitive instincts alight.
Luckily, Jackal appeared far too hammered and otherwise occupied to note the less than natural low growl rumbling off his bunk mate. Striker, on the other hand, was none too subtle with his overt flash of fangs and narrowed eyes as he stared daggers across the room.
As far as Leon was aware, the younger alpha’s only real beef with Fang was some perceived slight he had for not receiving a proper greeting that one time they were first introduced.
He’d never forgiven Fang for that incident, though the man himself either willfully refused to acknowledge it, or was truly just that oblivious. Striker even went out of his way to be extra hostile towards Fang in their every interaction since, yet Fang just weathered it with the same expressionless and impersonal way he interacted with everyone else.
Of course, this did nothing but fan the flames of hatred further.
While Leon wouldn’t exactly describe Striker as a ray of sunshine or fridge of rainbows on a good day, he was definitely up there on the list of well to do and personable alphas.
In an environment as testosterone filled and competitive as theirs was, finding an alpha that didn’t have their heads shoved so far up their ass they wouldn’t even deign to pretend to play nice with anyone they weren’t trying to fuck or suck up to, was practically a unicorn.
Jackal whistled, his smile gaining that uniquely conniving edge only a canid’s face could pull off. Leon swore he could see the tips of his extended canines peaking between his lips as Jackal continued to narrate some dog food or another he was observing at the other table.
After trying and failing to tune his friend’s jealous tittering out for a few minutes, Leon finally had enough. He pushed his chair out to stand up, his movement a bit unsteady and resulting in a far more egregious skree noise than intended as the legs scraped against the wooden floor.
“Fuck it, I’m hitting the baths before you drunk lugs stink up the place.”
Killjoy looked up at him with a hint of amusement, but did nothing more than wave him off lazily. Striker and Jackal seemed far too occupied trying to one up each other by calling Fang everything from a ‘limp dicked schmoozer’ to a ‘gigolo who probably had a stick so worn down it would give the next woman who touched it a splinter.’
With that, Leon stumbled his way out the door of the merry canteen. Never noticing the silver eyes following his retreating form.
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As much as Leon talked big game about his ability to handle any concoction his friends threw his way, in reality, his stomach was far from willing to silently endure the abuse.
If he spent the next 15 minutes hunched over a toilet, heaving his guts into a once pristine porcelain throne…well, that was no one’s business but his own.
With a final dry retch and wipe of the back of his hand, he flushed the evidence of his less than manly endeavor from existence. He quickly dragged his feet to the sink, gargaled the water and blessedly supplied mouthwash a couple times, before sighing in relief as he finally rid himself of that godawful acrid aftertaste.
In the safety and isolation of the bathroom, Leon allowed his shoulders to slump. He cupped two handfuls of water to splash over his face, running his still dripping fingers through the slightly longer bangs framing his face.
As much as he loved his job and felt assured in his position, sometimes, he couldn’t help but feel inadequate. He was an alpha, he had all the instincts of one, the body of one, even the dick measurements to prove it—but what did it matter?
Leon was tired of all the posturing. He hated the way his nature kept him on a constant edge, that simmering adrenaline running under skin and ready to pick a fight the moment he felt even the slightest challenge.
It was exhausting to deal with, especially considering he’d inherited more of his mother’s friendly and easy going nature compared with his father’s strict and aggressive mindset.
He shut the faucet off after a couple more splashes, each shock of ice cold water bringing him closer and closer to feeling back to himself. Well, there was no point wasting more water here. He did hear some pretty good things about those baths from his colleagues.
Before leaving his room, he grabbed the supplied robe he was told to wear after the bath and the spare fluffy but tiny scrap of a towel they provided. Leon would never understand why the Japanese insisted that this scrap of cloth was all they needed to dry themselves with.
By the time he made it to the outdoor section of available hot springs, he felt his heart sink as he noticed the many red occupied signs taking up all the individual stalls. Some of his other colleagues must’ve had the same idea as him and beat him to the punch.
As annoyed as he was with the turn of events, he only really had himself to blame for taking his sweet time getting around to the baths anyways.
Mumbling a curse under breath, he made his way to the public bath still available. Leon perked up a bit as he noted only one other basket occupied with stuff in the changing room. While it wasn’t as ideal as the private baths, he’d take what he could get.
In a rush to get in while it was still fairly empty, he quickly stripped, grabbed the towel he brought along and made his way into the bathing area. The steam was so thick Leon felt the change in atmospheres as fiercely as running headfirst into the wrong end of a sliding glass door.
He took a few extra moments to familiarize himself with the feeling, letting his lungs get used to the extra moisture, before glancing around to find the shower heads and buckets laid out across the room furthest from the shimmering pool in front of him.
He was so focused on getting through his own shower, he completely forgot about not being alone in there. Leon was in the process of dunking a bucket of water over his head to get rid of the shampoo suds in his hair when the sound of a splash far behind him had him freezing in place.
He looked up, his eyes squinting open through the stinging of soapy water to try to find the source. There was some blurry shadow on the far side of the pool, vaguely person shaped, and that was when he remembered that there had been another basket of clothes in the changing room.
A bit embarrassed for being caught off guard like that, Leon chose to ignore the person for now and finish washing the suds from his hair. Now freshly clean, and with what dignity he had left, he casually placed his towel over his modesty and made his way towards the pool intent on playing off how startled he’d been.
He made a point of entering the pool naturally, sending the other occupant a nod as though this was a typical everyday interaction. However, the other person didn’t even acknowledge his presence with a grunt.
Usually, Leon wouldn’t be phased by something like this. The baths were separated by both gender and secondary gender, so whoever else was in here was probably an alpha too. It wouldn’t be strange for alpha’s to blatantly ignore each other. However, something about the way the other person was sitting…how still they looked, that just screamed wrong.
With how thick the pheromone neutralizers and steam being pumped into the room were, Leon had no way of being able to pick out what was wrong through simple scent or sight.
It was at times like this, Leon really hated his busy body nature. He couldn’t in good conscience ignore his worries, even if he knew that his meddling would probably just result in a headache.
Still, with a firm resolve, he waded his way towards the figure on the other side of the pool. Leon made a point of calling out to the person as well, figuring they would either respond or do something to tell him to back off if they were put off by his approach. However, the closer he got, the more his worry spiked. His pace only picked up as he got close enough to make out the figure of a body, slumped, with their face dangerously close to slipping completely under.
By the time he made it to the other person’s side, he was splashing water over the edge of the tub in his haste to dive towards the man and pull his head out of the water.
With little regard to modesty or personal space, he dragged the other bodily out of the hot pool and onto the cool rocky tiles surrounding them. He quickly leaned down, lining his ear with the unconscious man’s mouth and nose as he stared fixedly towards his chest. The relief he felt when that chest moved and a breath hit the side of his face nearly had Leon collapsing over his rescued patient.
Now that this other alpha’s life was no longer in danger, he found his gaze drifting up towards their still unconscious face—and that’s when he felt his blood freeze.
He scrambled back, his butt hitting the rocks with a painful sting as he felt his ears pressing back against his skull, flattening against his wet hair as the shock forced them out of hiding.
Lying before him, naked, unconscious, and at his mercy, was Fang. The same Fang who not even an hour ago, had been the usual steel eyed unfeeling machine judging everyone and downing back shots like they went right through him.
Leon could not believe how shitty his luck was today.
Of all the people it could’ve been, why did he just have to find himself face to face with his rival? Honestly, he had half a mind to just leave the bastard here. Let the next person walk in, see him, make fun of him for a while, then ultimately get him sorted out and back in order. But he just couldn’t.
As slim as the chances were, Leon would never be able to forgive himself if he left now and Fang kicked the bucket for some reason or another when he could’ve prevented it.
With a growl and whip of his tail, he stood up. He glared at the younger man for a while. He pointedly took the moment to memorize everything he could about the scene, feeling a sick sense of glee when he noticed he actually did beat out the younger in a certain department…before realizing he was spending an unhealthy amount of time staring at another alpha’s dick and tearing his eyes away.
Blackmail material successfully stored, Leon crouched down, slapped a towel over Fang’s junk to preserve some modesty, then got to work.
Leon only wobbled slightly as he slung the hefty body over his shoulder. Though, His face screwed up in a frown as he got a big whiff of alpha stink and quickly shifted his grip so Fang’s everything was further from his nose.
He made the arduous journey back to the changing rooms, dumped Fang’s body onto the lone bench as he changed, then quickly stuffed the man’s arms into the wide sleeves of his own robes and messily tied it shut at the front.
Leon couldn’t help but smirk a bit at seeing the man so vulnerable and sloppy for the first time since meeting him. He looked around the room quickly, ensuring no one else was around, before quickly whipping out his phone and taking a picture before storing the offending device back in his pocket. Just a little security measure he assured himself.
With the both of them modest enough to traverse the halls, Leon pulled Fang’s arm around his shoulder and half dragged half stumbled his way towards their sleeping quarters.
It was only after making it halfway back to the rooms, did Leon realize one crucial fact he neglected up till this point.
He had no idea what room Fang was assigned…
Hell, he wasn’t even sure if Fang would be bunking anywhere near the rest of the recruits considering his recent promotion.
But he already made it this far, he couldn’t turn back now!
With his blood pressure rising to unhealthy levels, he made up his mind and staggered the rest of the way back to his room. Jackal was already there by the time he all but fell through the door.
Look, he was no slouch when it came to his own physical fitness, but Leon wasn’t lying about Fang really filling out over the years. Fang was heavy. Even more so as the limp deadweight he apparently turned into when drunk.
Leon groaned as he rolled off the younger alpha, having used Fang’s body to cushion his fall when the door suddenly opened. His roommates' unimpressed face was not a sight for sore eyes.
With a whine, he childishly pushed Jackal’s face further from him as he got back to his feet and shook the dizziness from his head. Damn, the hangover in the morning was really gonna suck.
“Bro, what the fuck! I thought I told you to call in advance if you need to hide a body!”
“Oh fuck off and help me drag him out of the doorway so I can shut the damn thing.”
Jackal rolled his eyes, but thankfully didn’t put up a fuss. His nose twitched as he grabbed Fang’s arm, his pupils narrowing to slits as he shot a bewildered look between Leon and the ‘dead body’, before thinking better of the question and dragging Fang further inside.
Leon sighed, kicking the door closed as he rolled his aching shoulders and followed his bunk mate.
Jackal rather unceremoniously dumped Fang at the foot of the room’s only couch. It was a rather stark contrast with the rest of the authentic Japanese decor in the room, but one Leon wasn’t about to complain about. His knees could only take so much abuse.
“What the fuckity, fuck, fucking SHIT did you get us into charmander!?”
Well, not the worst reaction all things considered.
“Me? I didn’t do jack, I found him like that!”
The look Jackal fixed him with screamed disbelief.
“Oh really. You just, what, found him like this? Passed out? In the bath?”
“…well, yeah-”
“Oh for the love of, Charming, could you take your own cock out of your mouth for two seconds and think before you do this shit? Who cares if he passed out! Was he gonna die if you left him there?”
“He could have drowned-”
“Then you pull him out and move on! He’s a grown ass alpha, not a pup who can’t wipe his own ass. He’s not gonna thank you for this—fuck, you’ve seen what he thinks of the help you try to give him—He’s not worth it, Charming!”
Leon could feel his tail still lashing behind him. His control wildly out of sorts and leaving his more animalistic traits on display as he refused to back down.
It was a stupid argument. He knew Jackal was right, that his friend only had his best interest in mind. A scandal like this, between two alpha’s of the same gender no less, was no small matter.
People have been discharged for less. Rumours even. But Charming had always prided himself on doing what he thought was right. He wasn’t about to betray his own morals for something as petty as a grudge or worry about what others may say behind his back.
Seeing as his arguments were bouncing off Leon like a brick wall, Jackal could only throw his hands up and snarl back at him in annoyance. With a huff, he stomped his way to his bag, stuffed the few scattered items around it back inside and made his way towards the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Leon called after him, his own testosterone fueled combativeness making it come out as more of a snappy growl than the genuine question he intended.
“Who the fuck knows, away from your self-destruct stupid zone!”
And with a slam, Jackal left, leaving Leon alone with his thoughts and unconscious rival.
For a while he paced, his ears still pressed back, a rumbling snarl threading through his lungs as every glance towards Fang only made him angrier. When the aggression built up to the point of feeling volcanic, Leon knew he had to do something about it.
With a loud smack, he slammed his fist against the doorframe to the bathroom. The wood groaned under the impact, his skin smarting from the forceful contact, but the pain finally helped take the edge off his mounting rage.
He pressed his forehead against the back of his knuckles, breathing heavily as he forced his inner alpha to calm down.
Leon waited like that, focusing on taking measured rhythmic breaths as he pictured each hair on his imagined hackles settling back against his shoulders. By the time he opened his eyes next, his ears and tail were hidden once more.
Only when he felt safe enough in his compose, he dared to looked at Fang. There was only exhaustion and resignment lingering in his thoughts. As much as he had every right to be mad, to agree with all of Jackal’s statements regarding Fang, he just didn’t have it in him.
With his regained grasp on self-control, he took pity on Fang and hoisted him the rest of the way onto the couch. However, that’s where his mercy ended.
Jackal was right about one thing. Fang was a full grown alpha. He could survive a night without a blanket. Who knows, maybe the humbling experience would knock the kid down a peg, do 'em all a world of favour.
He dismissed the thought as a fleeting fantasy. It would take a lot more than one humiliating night of bad decisions on a rival's couch to remove the stick from this man’s particularly stubborn ass.
Good deed of the night done, Leon swayed the rest of the way back to his unrolled futon in the center of the room and flopped down onto the plush surface. He felt his heart warm a bit at the kind gesture his bunk mate left behind.
As rugged and rough around the edges as Jackal could be, he really was a softy under it all.
Too tired to slip under the cover, Leon found himself slipping from reality almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Slick
Leon grumbled, a furrow forming between his brows as he blindly shifted away from the uncomfortably hot feeling along his back.
The heat followed him though, a firm grip anchoring at his waist and pulling him back into that infernal embrace.
Still, he ignored it. The drugging daze of sleep made it all feel distant, unimportant. That is, until he felt something hot, long and hard press up against the small of his back.
His eyes flew open as that hot hard thing pressed harder against him, a wet patch forming under the spot it was digging incessantly into.
Before Leon could think better of it, he drew in an open mouthed breath, the thick heady scent of alpha nearly choking in its intensity against his tongue. With a snap, he shut his mouth, his body going taught like a bowstring as he realized who it was behind him.
Leon couldn’t really help the warning rumble that vibrated through his chest, his own alpha uneasy at the proximity of another being so close. But that didn’t seem to phase Fang.
The younger alpha was still pressing into him, his hand fixed at his hip like a burning iron brand. Leon was this close to elbowing the fuck out of Fang’s face to get him off, but he held himself back.
Right now, he was at a disadvantage. As much as it pained him to admit it, Leon wasn’t sure this was a fight he could win and—between the two of them—he already knew which one of them was more likely to be believed if things went south.
Biting back the frustration, he focused on trying to look for any opportunity to break free.
It was humiliating. Every second was an excruciating fight to stay still, docile, even though every instinct in him was warring to snap and maim. The steady drag of a hot cock against his back had him shivering in his effort to hold back the shift of his claws and ears.
Maybe it was from the adrenaline, or the battle of keeping his shift under control, but Leon found his own blood rushing under his skin. Excited. With nowhere else to go, he realized with dawning horror that it all started running south.
Leon could feel himself stiffening, the front of his robes parting ever so slightly as his own dick peered through in interest.
He hadn’t bothered with putting on underwear earlier, something he deeply regretted now.
Leon’s breaths were coming a bit faster now, his fingers digging into the bedding beneath him as he grit his teeth further against the sensation; the soft steady drag up and down a slow and maddening pace.
Then, as suddenly as it all started, it stopped. The firm outline of a throbbing cock was still pressed against Leon’s back, but there was no intentional movement otherwise.
He waited, a minute, two, three, countless—but Fang didn’t move.
Holding his breath, Leon attempted a quick peek over his shoulder to gauge what Fang was up to- and nearly choked for a whole different reason.
Fang was asleep.
His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling at a slow steady pace. Yet even in his sleep, he wouldn’t. Let. Go.
Leon, back to facing the empty room, stared with unseeing eyes into the darkness as he let that thought stew. Fang was asleep…might’ve even been asleep the whole time! Then, was this an accident? It had to be! Fang was no more in control of this situation than Leon was.
He felt his mood sink further at the thought he was now caught at the mercy of his juniors’ wet dream. If he wasn’t so mortified by the thought of Fang waking up, he’d probably be cackling hollowly to himself by now.
Of fucking course Leon would get caught up in a situation like this. Wasn’t he always the one taunting Fang behind his back? Wasn’t he the one calling the younger alpha a freak who probably got off on all sorts of depraved shit while acting all cool and aloof in front of the omega’s? What a way for the world to make him reap what he sowed.
Leon’s breath hitched when Fang shifted again. The line of his hips drawing back for the first time since this whole debacle started and dragging the tip of Fang’s dick dangerously low. However, instead of thrusting forward again like he had so many times before, Fang’s upper body curved down, his head dropping until his nose was pressed into the crown of Leon’s hair and took in a deep breath.
Leon shut his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable shove and snarling once the other alpha realized it wasn’t an omega or soft beta held in his arms—but against all expectations, he heard a purr instead.
He didn’t have time to even be confused by that as no sooner had Fang started purring, did his hips drive forward again.
It wasn’t a squeak that left him, but Leon would admit the sound wasn’t far off. The new angle of their bodies had Fang’s cock rubbing right between the crack of Leon’s ass through the robes. The rough material of it shot tingling fire crackers up his spine as it scratched against the sensitive skin of an otherwise untouched place.
Fang must not have found the texture agreeable, as his purr broke off into a dissatisfied rumble. His fingers flexed from their perch on his hips, dipping down, searching.
Leon should move now, leave while Fang didn't have as tight a hold on him, but then Fang’s head dipped lower, his nose pressed behind his ear and the following sigh shattered his very understanding of reality.
“Leon.”
The words were whispered in a way that almost came across revenant. So soft and fond, Leon was sure he must’ve misheard it!
Caught in a daze as he was, Leon was all but blindsided by the grip of Fang’s wandering hand. With such a rapid succession of earth shattering revelations, he thought it was only fair that he forgot about his own dick in the process.
Fang had a loose hold around the tip of his cock at first, his fingers rubbing a curious pattern, exploring the surface, before wrapping around and taking a firm hold of him. Despite his best efforts, Leon couldn’t prevent the small noise that slipped between his lips. His fangs were already extending, digging so hard into his bottom lip he swore he could taste blood.
Fang’s hand didn’t stop there though, it sunk down to the root, lingered for a moment to toy with the slightly loose skin where his knot would pop during a rut or with a mate, then released its grip to trace along the seam of his thigh, pushing the fabric of his robe further up and open.
He was panting now. Leon could feel the shudder of arousal chasing each glancing touch. Even the scent of a rival alpha wasn’t enough to tame his growing need for more contact, more friction.
Leon didn’t fight it as Fang’s hand pulled his thigh open, he didn’t resist as he felt the hot line of Fang’s dick slip between his thighs and slide past his perineum. He just bit the back of his knuckles, his eyes shut tight as he shuddered through the shame.
The first few thrusts were aimless, mindlessly rubbing between his pliant legs. But again, Fang seemed to grow frustrated. Perhaps there wasn’t enough friction, or maybe the slide wasn’t smooth enough, but Fang’s lips peeled back as he released a noise so primal it sent a shiver down Leon’s spine.
Fang’s nose dragged along his throat until it stopped right above his gland. A curious tongue flicked against this sensitive skin with the barest hint of teeth.
The alpha in Leon could no longer be held back. With a snarl he tried to buck off his assailant. His claws extended from the tips of his fingers and tore through the unfortunate futon beneath.
Fang’s alpha answered to the challenge, his own deeper commanding growl was felt through every point of contact between them. Even in his sleep he had a way of dominating the room, a presence so large that Leon could almost feel his own will being subdued from it.
Still, he wouldn’t give up so easily. Leon used as much strength as he could muster to buck one final time, using the momentum of the push to roll himself onto his front and try to push himself up.
That was his biggest mistake.
Before he could even extend his arms under him, he felt the crushing weight of another body squashing him flat. If he felt like Fang’s touch had been an iron brand before, it was more like an unyielding molten blanket of lava now.
Leon could barely get a shout in edgewise before the dangerous press of teeth could be felt at his nape. His body went rigid at the touch, long ingrained survival instinct kicking in at the irrefutable threat to his life.
When all he did was stay still beneath him, Fang’s growling kicked up a notch, those deadly teeth pressing more threateningly against the delicate skin of his throat and inching closer to breaking through with every second of disobedience.
It was instinctual to submit. Leon wasn’t an idiot, nor was he hot headed like so many of the alpha’s he knew. At this moment, Leon knew what he had to do.
With a stuttered whine, he carefully bent his neck, further exposing the vulnerable skin and submitting to the more powerful alpha.
Like flicking a switch, Fang went back to purring. The once deadly press of teeth turned into soft grooming licks and nuzzles.
Leon’s tail, which had been doing its best to curl between his legs since it popped out, was being gently coaxed out by a longer sleek tail. His ears flicked back, his tail anxiously flicking at the tip as he felt the soft almost oily fur of another tail coiling and uncoiling around his tail and drawing it away from its defensive position.
With nothing left to cover it, his ass felt completely exposed. Even his robe had been hiked up past his firm glutes, the sash once tying it together loosened to the point his entire chest was out and rubbing raw against the shredded remains of his futon.
Even as Leon felt Fang’s hands drawing his hips up, he knew better than to try to stop it. He was in no position to stop this anymore, nor was his alpha resisting.
When Fang’s cock found its way between his thighs again, this time the rough drag of skin against skin was unfiltered. Leon could feel his breaths growing shaky again, his own cock bobbing in interest every time the tip of Fang’s dick slid between his balls and glanced along the underside of his heavy shaft.
Fang hadn’t stopped nibbling at his neck, he’d even taken to rubbing their glands together intermittently, sniffing, then purring in approval and possessiveness as he traced the oiled skin with his tongue. Between the sinful drag of a cock between his rubbed raw thighs and the increasingly possessive bites and sucks along his neck, Leon could feel himself going crazy.
He shouldn’t like this. He was an alpha. Every cell in his body should be repulsed, fighting back against this dominating claim. But it felt. So. Good. Even being pressed down by the bulk of another body sent a rush to his head, a pleasure so sinfully sweet he couldn't compare it to any other sexual experience he had before. It was addictive.
By the time Fang’s hips were pistoning back and forth at a speed that had Leon’s knees aching, the space between his legs was already well slicked with precome. The sensation only tingling with the dull aftershocks of pain at the rough pace of simulated fucking.
Fang’s movements were getting sloppy, losing their powerful rhythm in favour of pulling back further and pressing in deeper. On Fang’s next thrust, his cock slid off course and traveled dangerously between his cheeks.
This new space, less slicked and smooth of a journey, gave Fang pause…but only for a moment.
No sooner did Leon get a chance to breathe at the unexpected break, did he find himself now pressed face first into his pillow, with teeth holding the back of his neck in a clear sign of dominance.
Fang’s cock was now slipping very determinedly between his ass cheeks, a strong hand gripping one side and spreading it further to expose a place Leon never dared imagine a use for in such a way.
His breath was coming in short rapid gasps, panic setting in as his fight or flight instincts started to kick in again. Being docile and used as an object to rub one off against was one thing, but he was 1000% sure his ass wasn’t made to take another alpha’s cock.
He tried to gather his knees under him, tried to wiggle an arm free from its trapped position, crushed between his chest and the futon. Fang wouldn’t let him though.
As soon as he started finding purchase on his knees, he was met with a steel stiff muscular thigh that kept his legs spread. When one hand managed to finally break out, it was immediately caged down under the firm grip of Fang’s free one.
To add insult to injury, Fang even had the audacity to growl around the hold he had on the back of his neck, clenching his teeth just hard enough to start drawing small pinpricks of blood to the surface.
Once Fang had him positioned just how he wanted, he started searching with his dick again. His hips pushing forward and back, dragging over the puckered hole that was growing weaker and weaker against each punishing press.
Leon lost track of how many attempts it’d been by the time the tip of that way too large dick—seriously, it felt way bigger than he remembered it being in the baths—finally seemed to snag. Yet even this far along, his puckered rim remained just as stubborn as he was, refusing to yield.
Fang’s growling hadn’t stopped since he’d first drawn that bit of blood. Now, the rough gravelly notes of it shifted into something softer, more placating. If Leon had to name it, he’d liken it more to an alpha croon. But that was impossible.
Alpha’s only croon to their mates, and there was no way Fang, even asleep, would mistake his scent and body for an omega.
The tug at his tail had his thoughts reeling to a halt. Leon’s eyes widened, his neck and back arching unconsciously as Fang tugged at the base of his tail again.
He couldn’t describe what he felt just then. It was…painful, yet somehow sent a shock of pleasure all the way out to the tips of his fingers and had his toes curling in bliss.
When Fang adjusted his grip, sliding his hand up to rub at the patch of skin just above where his tail sprouted, Leon’s eyes rolled back, his body going lax at the same time that Fang pressed down with a well timed thrust.
He was practically keening at the abrupt pop of Fang’s cock head pushing past the ring of muscle and into him for the first time.
When Leon’s vision cleared enough from the shock of both a sudden rough climax and being speared for the first time, he was bombarded with an excruciating electric shock spiralling from his ass.
His eyes welled with tears, far more than could ever be deemed socially acceptable for an alpha. Leon couldn’t stop it though. There was just too much happening, too much sensation, his body was being overwhelmed in a way he could barely comprehend.
His only saving grace was the fact that Fang had thankfully stopped moving-
“…Leon?”
Time seemed to stop. Fang’s body was a tense brick above him, his mouth no longer slobbering over the back of his neck like a dog with its favourite chew toy.
It took only another few moments, probably the time it took for Fang’s pea sized brain to process all the sudden skin on skin action going on, before the man was suddenly backing up and putting more distance between them than they’d had through this entire encounter.
When Fang moved to draw back his hips, Leon yelped, gasping in an extra breath that immediately had him spluttering out a cough as he’d forgotten to release the last one first.
With what little coordination he could manage through the suffocating breaths, he threw his newly released hand back to grip Fang’s thigh before he could do any more damage.
As it was, his ass was already screaming from the small movement, sending horrible stinging claws ripping up his spine as it only clamped down harder on the thing tugging at his rim and making the pain worse.
While the head of Fang’s dick managed to pop in while his body had been relaxed during climax—pulling it out was gonna be a whole other ordeal. The shape of it, built like a spinning top, was already a hurdle on its own, but the fact Leon’s ass had taken to clenching again made the attempt feel as though his anal cavity was about to be dragged out with it.
Fang, quick to pick up on his discomfort, immediately lowered himself and allowed Leon's poor muscles to relax somewhat. At least it relieved the mind numbing pressure.
“So- hah, when I said…that stuff…about you probably being a sexual deviant- I…god- FUCK, that wasn’t an invitation jack ass!” Leon snapped to distract himself from the radiating waves of hurt.
Sure, it was definitely making light of the situation, but what else could he do? They were essentially stuck together for the time being, like it or not, and it was his ass on the line here.
Of course, in typical dick face fashion, Fang was silent. Ignoring him. Leon was the victim here! You’d think the jerk would at least be a little apologetic for ramming his stupid thick meat stick in his ass NON-CONSENSUALLY!
So what if he was asleep? The guy clearly had mental issues if he was even willing to stick it in someone so obviously NOT smelling of omega or beta pheromones unconsciously.
He wasn’t even gonna acknowledge the whole…name calling incident…or the fact he had gotten hard himself in response. Orthathisalphamayormaynothavesubmittedtoit
With a grunt, Fang’s nose found its way into his hair again- which was a whole world of nope.
“Oi! Get your damn nose-”
“Stop.”
”Ex-fucking-scuse me?”
Fang’s nose shifted lower, his lips pulling down in an intense frown as he spoke his next words through harshly gritted teeth.
“Stop. Moving.”
Leon was about to snip back some snide remark about getting his brain checked because he obviously wasn’t moving- except, that wasn’t true. Now that he focused on it, his tail had unconsciously been curling around Fang’s leg, the tip flicking back and forth in an impatient pattern as his knees shook in their effort to hold him up high enough to prevent his rim from stretching around the thicker girth of Fang’s tip.
His face turned beet red at the realization, both mortified and growing increasingly offended at the fact Fang was even pointing it out.
Clearly, Fang was the problem here. It was his dick hoisting him up in this uncomfortable position! It was like blaming a photographer for their pictures turning out shaky when they refused to let them use the perfectly good tripod set up just a few steps over!
He said as much to the man, perhaps with a few more swears and kindergarten name calling—but it got the point across! And with an aggressively bitten off “Fine.” Fang adjusted their positions until he was bracing himself over Leon on his forearms, their hips practically flush together in an effort to reduce any possibility of tugging.
“Better?” Fang grunted, his head still uncomfortably close, but respectfully turned to face the wall instead.
And maybe Leon could’ve done without the little hip wiggle to test the give, but he was petty. He was also totally ignoring the way Fang’s veins popped along the arm in his periphery from the action.
“I’ll live.” Leon deduced in the end. At least his knees would.
They lay in silence for a bit after that. Only the occasional puffs of loud and irregular breathing interrupted the tentative truce they had going on.
“Sooooo…think your little hot rod’s gonna go down anytime soon?”
Leon didn’t need to see Fang’s face to feel the incredulous stare boring a hole through the back of his head.
“What? It’s a genuine question! I’d like to see you try relaxing with what feels like a fist shoved up your-”
A twitch in his ass cut Leon off.
“I swear to god if you get any bigger in there-“
“Leon. Please, shut up.”
As much as he wanted to keep jabbering just to spite the guy, Leon’s concerns were drawn away from their conversation entirely when a certain muscle started to coil in a distressingly familiar way.
“Ohfuckohfuckoh- SHIT ON A STICK!”
Fang nearly jumped out of his skin atop of him, his voice a loud hiss and immediately on guard by his ear. He’d even started looking all around the room, his shoulders hunching down as though trying to shield the person below him as he questioned what was wrong.
Leon grimaced, his face already screwed up in pain as he whined the words out between red bitten lips.
“Charlie horse!”
Disbelieving blinks were his first response. But Fang, ever adaptable, moved on to asking “where.”
“Thigh. Right.”
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting Fang to do with this information. Hell, he wasn’t sure why he even bothered telling the other about his discomfort when he knew it’d only hurt for a little while.
Leon was NOT prepared for the warm palm or the strong kneading motions accompanying it along the meat of his thigh. Worse yet, the previously cramped muscle was quickly unclenching under the steady ministrations.
It wasn’t fair! Fang was way too good at this to be legal.
Then his hand moved a bit higher, the pad of his thumb pressing into a muscle just below his glute and-
Leon had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan that just left his mouth.
At least Fang seemed equally mortified by the noise. The man refused to meet his eyes, the only betrayal he’d even heard, was in the form of a subtle blush dusting high across his cheeks.
“That didn’t mean anything!” Leon proceeded to over explain. His voice cracked near the end as he swallowed past the embarrassment.
Fang, for his part, just ignored his rambling as he moved his hand back to a safer area and continued to massage the muscle. Eventually, even Leon, a man who could talk out of his ass for hours, ran out of things to say.
All he could do in the aftermath of realizing how far he’d just shoved his foot in his mouth was plop face first into his pillow and silently scream in his head.
‘Stupid Fang! Stupid cramps, stupid fucking dumb wet dream, sleep walking logic, massive dicked-‘ He didn’t care how un alpha-like he was at the moment. He didn’t even care that his rival was bearing witness to him at his weakest moment.
All he wanted was bury himself under the blankets, maybe pass out, and hopefully everything else would just sort itself out while he checked out of reality.
Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be an option for him at the moment.
As if to remind him of his current predicament, his own tail betrayed him by attempting to move again and causing his ass to try to try clenching closed again on reflex.
Leon lifted his head miserably from the pillow, his ears drooping as he realized there was really only one way forward from here.
“You’re gonna have to pull it out.” He sighed dejectedly.
Fang hummed, having come to the same conclusion. But that was much easier said than done.
They tried a few times to uncouple, but each attempt was aborted at the last minute as the pain in Leon’s ass had him yelling at Fang to stop. However, giving up prematurely like that only made things worse as his muscles had tightened further from the repeated stimulation in anticipation; trying to prevent any more jostling inside and creating a vicious feedback loop.
“HOLY FUCK YOU SUCK AT THIS! Go gentler…slower- I SAID SLOWER YOU DEAF OAF-“
As patient and tolerant as Fang had been up till this point, even he had his limits. With a growl Fang stopped trying to pull back entirely and cut Leon off mid insult.
“Well if I’m so bad at this, maybe you should try getting off yourself!”
“Gladly, scoot over!”
High on the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the pain, Leon elbowed Fang back until the man was sitting with his legs splayed on either side of his half crouched form.
He took a few seconds to steady himself, placed his hands flat against the ground beside him, and gave himself a little pep talk countdown.
By the time his countdown reached zero, he closed his eyes and pushed himself up to stand. If only he took into account how slippery the silk futon cover would be.
Leon hadn’t even been able to pull free from Fang’s cock before his hand slipped, one of his feet sliding with it as he overbalanced and fell straight back down…and seated half Fang’s length inside him in one go.
The shock of falling could only mask what came next for so long. The feeling of having such a sensitive and unused place be forced open so suddenly with virtually no preparation—was excruciating.
Even when he opened his mouth, not a sound could be heard.
Fang’s head immediately dropped against his shoulder, one of his hands coming to brace his hip and a hot damp breath ghosting down his back as the man straight up whined.
Both of them were struggling to breathe for wildly different reasons. Leon was trying hard to focus on breathing through the pain, whereas Fang was trying to control himself from bucking up into the hot spamming channel currently strangling his dick.
When Leon could finally see through the flash bang white of painpainpain- he valiantly tried to move up again.
Sadly, his efforts only caused him to sink another half inch down when his legs gave out on him.
He was pretty sure the only thing saving him from going any further down was Fang's hand holding him up. Though, from the looks of how white the man’s knuckles were turning, Leon was pretty sure he’d be sporting some nasty bruises by the morning.
So much for taking any more public baths while they were here…
A small whimper from the man behind him had Leon’s head immediately turning to see what was wrong.
He was taken aback by the sight.
Fang, ever composed and frigid as an ice sculpture, had bitten through his own arm.
The man’s eyes were bloodshot in their focus, his jaw clenching down harder as small streams of red trickled from where he had sunk deep through skin.
It was taking every ounce of the man’s self control not to move- and even then, it wasn’t enough! Fang had defaulted to hurting himself just to keep his head clear!
Leon wasn’t sure what came over him then. His lower half may as well have belonged to an entirely different person for how little fucks he could give it. Even when Fang snarled at him for moving, Leon didn’t stop.
He wouldn’t give up until he’d turned himself around in the man’s lap, smacked both his hands on either side of Fang’s face and bashed their foreheads together.
That sure did the trick.
While the action left him wincing as well, he was glad to see Fang had let go of his own arm from the shock. He didn’t give the younger alpha any time to question what the hell was wrong with him.
Years of on the field first aid training kicked in and had him ripping a strip of cloth out of the futon to bandage tightly around the still profusely bleeding wound. Even his bad habit of muttering while applying a tourniquet came bouncing back.
“Damn suicidal bastard! That was dangerously close to knicking an arterial vein…”
He was so caught up in caring for the wounded person before him, he completely forgot who it was he was treating in the first place. Thoughts of rivals, grudges, face slapping—all of it went out the window.
Busy as he was, Leon didn’t see the way Fang’s face was softening. He didn’t notice the way the younger alpha’s head bowed down until he was hovering just shy of resting his head atop of Leon’s.
“I’m sorry.” The whispered words were almost too quiet for Leon to pick up.
He hummed, not paying much mind to the actual words, nor was he taking his eyes off his busy hands, still tying off a knot to keep the cloth tight.
“Hmm, what for?” He responded absently as he leaned back, patting approvingly at his expertly tied craftsmanship.
“For- for everything. For doing something so…vile to you.”
Fang’s head fully dropped now, his words muffled into the slightly sweaty bangs of Leon’s hair.
“And for being so disgusting.”
“…”
Leon was speechless.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Fang, the world’s cockiest alpha of all alphas, was apologizing? To him? With his dick up his ass? This had to be a dream. Or maybe it was a joke? There was no reality where any one of these situations seemed real!
Yet when he moved back to look up and meet Fang’s eyes for the first time all night, there was nothing there but a fragile honesty and deeply rooted self blame. He’d never seen Fang look so repentant or unsure of himself before, ever.
It was funny. You’d think after everything Fang had put him through, the years of torment and reputation stomping, Leon would feel good about this. About finally getting a leg up and tearing the younger alpha down at his weakest.
But Leon only felt his heart clenching in response.
He hated seeing Fang like this. It came as a surprise to himself that he didn’t even blame Fang all that much for the situation they were in!
It hurt, yeah. Would he have ever offered his ass to Fang willingly in any other scenario? Fuck no! And still, even with all that combined, Leon found himself forgiving Fang for it all.
Part of him knew, had it been anyone else, any other alpha, he probably would’ve torn through their throat long before their dick even kissed his raw skin.
It’s just that, this was Fang! Logic always got screwed up when you threw this particular alpha in the equation. Leon had never understood why that was before…but now, he was starting to think he’d just been denying it.
“I didn’t hate it.” He realized aloud. Leon’s words came out slowly and sounded so loud to himself in the otherwise quiet room.
With the way they’d been staring at each other when the epiphany struck, Leon was treated to the real time picture show that was Fang’s thoughts broadcasted across his unguarded face. There was shock there for sure, then something like wonder, before settling into a hope so radiant in its sweetness it was making Leon’s gums bleed.
“I didn’t hate it.” Leon repeated, his voice steadier in his resolve as he refused to look away from the person he was confessing to.
Rules be damned. He’d never let what others thought of him hold him back before and he sure as hell wasn’t letting them get in the way of whatever this was.
.
.
.
If you asked Leon even an hour before if he could ever see himself with another alpha, he would’ve laughed in your face.
“Alpha’s don’t mix.” He would‘ve said. And he genuinely believed it with all his heart. There had never really been a case of an alpha pair coming forward, especially not ones from a military background let alone of the same gender.
But with the way Leon was moaning now, open and wanton as Fang pushed him down against the ruined bedding, he was hardly recognizable as the proud alpha from before.
His arms were wrapped around Fang’s strong neck, his hands buried in the dark cropped short strands on the back of his head and yanking as the younger alpha teased his chest.
Their tails were tangled to the point you could hardly tell where one started and the other ended.
Leon was panting up a storm, his eyes rolling back as he pressed up into the electric touch. His hips twitched in small spasmodic movements as Fang rocked past something inside him that had his canines buzzing.
Fang was crooning again, his tongue leaving a hot trail up his pec and ending with teeth worrying against his collar bone.
With a hitch, Leon felt Fang’s hips thrust against him again, slowly picking up in rhythm and gaining a touch more power behind each stroke.
Their pause before while figuring things out between them had done wonders for relaxing Leon’s backside. Not to mention that arousal really did pave a way towards pleasure when there was more trust and less mindless force behind it.
Fang moved back up after bullying a new mark into the skin of his neck, their mouths meeting in a brief kiss, before he was moving on to sucking some other mess at the junction where his jaw met his throat.
As much as the possessive gestures probably should have turned him off, Leon found his body absolutely relishing in the attention. He even craned his head back to give Fang more room, one of his hands trailing down to grip at Fang’s shoulder for purchase.
The longer they stayed entangled like this, the easier it got. Leon’s body was relaxing into the feeling, opening up to welcome the rival alpha’s dick eagerly. He had a terrible premonition that normal sex would be ruined for him from now on.
As if to prove that thoughts, his cock was standing at aching attention, harder than he could ever remember being in his life. As stimulating as it was, leaving his dick to bob with the chastest of friction against Fang’s abs was excruciating. Sadly, any attempt to get a hand down there to relieve the pent up frustration was met with a snarl and flash of teeth that had him going limp to comply with the unspoken demand of his bedmate.
Then, Fang was moving him again. Leon’s body had grown so tired and battered from the overwhelming new pleasure, he just went along with it, putty in Fang’s arms.
Before he knew it, his upper body was laying flat on his front again. His hips pulled up in a near perfect imitation of a presenting omega.
When Fang’s teeth found their way to his nape this time, it wasn’t fear or a desire to fight back that filled him anymore. Leon was keening, his back arching of his own accord as the alpha above him fucked in deep and with a wild abandon.
They must’ve both gone a little mad with all the pheromones in the air as neither one of them took note of a growing problem at the base of their cocks.
Fang was thrusting in hard, trading in a fast pace for brutal strokes that felt as though they were hitting the back of Leon’s throat with every other breath.
Each push forward had Leon’s dick rubbing near painfully into the damp futon he was trapped against. Leon was whining now, a stream of unintelligible words falling from his lips as he endured the mind numbing torment on two fronts.
When Fang wrapped a hand around to grip the base of his dick, Leon was gone. His knot grew fat in seconds as Fang continued to squeeze around it, mimicking the milking motions of being locked in a proper breeding.
With his body relaxing in pleasure hazed bliss, Fang pressed in to the hilt, his hips rocking forward in a rough grinding motion as his teeth pierced the back of Leon’s neck with a choked howl. Fang’s knot flared up quickly, anchored deep and unloading in violent bursts inside the object of his years-long obsession.
Leon wailed at the feeling of something so big being stuffed and growing concerningly larger in a place that wasn’t at all intended for it.
His fingers tore at the end of a flayed tatami mat, his muscles spasming between tense and relaxed as he fought and bucked on instinct.
Fang held strong though, a low hum of a growling purr vibrating through his chest as he forced Leon still with the weight of his body.
Only after the older alpha had exhausted himself into stillness, did Fang dare to release his claiming bite and begin to lick at the wound tenderly.
Finally, after so many years, Fang had what he wanted.