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Cas understands the situation just fine. But he doesn't like it. He manages to make it through part of the night, but after staring at his phone for far too long, he makes himself leave his apartment. He's done with this, and he's done with Mikka having to indulge this bullshit just to survive.
He lingers outside the restaurant, knowing it because Mikka told him while complaining about having to go on the date at all. He bides his time, mostly because he doesn't want to embarrass Mikka by making a scene, as tempting as it would be. As soon as he catches the little Omega's scent, he pushes away from the wall and catches his arm with a low growl. He pulls Mikh'tan closer, practically pushes the sweet kitten behind him, and levels a hard look at the other Alpha.
"Fuck off," he rumbles in warning, entirely prepared to fight about it right there on the street. Despite it all, his grip on Mikka's arm is actually gentle. "He's coming back with me."
It had been a thoroughly unpleasant date, only saved by the fact that the restaurant was nice. Mikka was thoroughly unimpressed with the Alpha's steamrolling of the conversation, of how the man seemed unable to retain a single fact about the Omega aside from the family that he came from. It just made him feel a lot less guilty that the evening would be written off as a bust.
Neither he or the Alpha were expecting Cas and his sudden intervention, though Mikka felt a wash of relief as he was tugged from the other's grasp safely behind the shifter, some bit of tension easing from him.
"Where the fuck do you get off?" The Alpha growled, like he was squaring off, but if Cas was observant he'd see the signs that this was an Alpha used to being able to intimidate and bully his way through things. If actually challenged, there was no way he was the sort to start an actual fight unless he was sure he could win.
Caspian stands straight, ready to actually fight if the other Alpha pushed his luck. But apparently all it took was not backing down, and Cas resists the urge to spit when the other Alpha backs off.
"Fuck off," he snarls, gold eyes flashing as he stands his ground. He doesn't move until the other Alpha is well off down the sidewalk. Then he turns, gathers Mikka close, and hauls his sweet cat into a heated kiss.
"Fuck this," he murmurs. "You're mine, Mikka. I don't care who your parents try to set you up with. You're mine."
Mikka didn't budge while the pair were squaring off, just hiding behind Caspian. Intensely relieved when the other Alpha was snarling a bitter curse and stalking off, even before Cas was turning his attention to him.
And that possessive declaration, the heated kiss were enough to make him melt with a soft, needy little croon, a faint shiver coursing through him as he willingly nestled in close.
"Come home with me," he rumbles warmly as he crowds Mikka against a wall. He leans down for another kiss and slides his arms around the smaller body. In theory, he's giving Mikh'tan the choice, but Caspian feels damn close to throwing the sweet cat over his shoulder to carry him off.
It's certainly not hard to guide the little cat anywhere for Cas, not with those kisses to distract him, or those arms around him. Not that Mikka would resist that request anyways, mumbling a soft, breathless agreement in between kisses.
He'd panic about what to do about his parents later, but at the moment was entirely distracted by Cas.
Caspian takes his time extracting kiss after kiss from Mikka, until his sweet cat is breathless and leaning into him. Only then does he pull Mikka away from the wall to bring him back home. He wants to make his claim, but he wants to do it in his own territory, in a place that smells like him. In a place that is familiar and safe for Mikka.
As soon as they're back in his apartment, he pins Mikka to the door and reaches down to catch him by the thighs. It takes nothing to left him up, trapping the smaller body between him and the door as he claims Mikka's mouth again with a low growl.
Mikka was positively dizzy by the time Cas stopped all but overwhelming him with kisses, fingers curling in his shirt as he was led back to the Alpha's apartment.
And at the moment the fact that it was indeed a place that was entirely his, smelled entirely of Cas hit him just right, a soft moan slipping from him as he was pinned, lifted like he weighed nothing. Arms looping immediately around the Alpha, fingers raking through his hair as he returned the kiss with an eager mewl.
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bonstempsrouler) wrote2019-07-02 01:12 am
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He lingers outside the restaurant, knowing it because Mikka told him while complaining about having to go on the date at all. He bides his time, mostly because he doesn't want to embarrass Mikka by making a scene, as tempting as it would be. As soon as he catches the little Omega's scent, he pushes away from the wall and catches his arm with a low growl. He pulls Mikh'tan closer, practically pushes the sweet kitten behind him, and levels a hard look at the other Alpha.
"Fuck off," he rumbles in warning, entirely prepared to fight about it right there on the street. Despite it all, his grip on Mikka's arm is actually gentle. "He's coming back with me."
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Neither he or the Alpha were expecting Cas and his sudden intervention, though Mikka felt a wash of relief as he was tugged from the other's grasp safely behind the shifter, some bit of tension easing from him.
"Where the fuck do you get off?" The Alpha growled, like he was squaring off, but if Cas was observant he'd see the signs that this was an Alpha used to being able to intimidate and bully his way through things. If actually challenged, there was no way he was the sort to start an actual fight unless he was sure he could win.
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"Fuck off," he snarls, gold eyes flashing as he stands his ground. He doesn't move until the other Alpha is well off down the sidewalk. Then he turns, gathers Mikka close, and hauls his sweet cat into a heated kiss.
"Fuck this," he murmurs. "You're mine, Mikka. I don't care who your parents try to set you up with. You're mine."
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And that possessive declaration, the heated kiss were enough to make him melt with a soft, needy little croon, a faint shiver coursing through him as he willingly nestled in close.
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He can spare Mikka some dignity.
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He'd panic about what to do about his parents later, but at the moment was entirely distracted by Cas.
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As soon as they're back in his apartment, he pins Mikka to the door and reaches down to catch him by the thighs. It takes nothing to left him up, trapping the smaller body between him and the door as he claims Mikka's mouth again with a low growl.
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And at the moment the fact that it was indeed a place that was entirely his, smelled entirely of Cas hit him just right, a soft moan slipping from him as he was pinned, lifted like he weighed nothing. Arms looping immediately around the Alpha, fingers raking through his hair as he returned the kiss with an eager mewl.