Original: "Omega" (Slash)
The Hunter looked at Faolan, then at the computer, and then to his desk, and his expression immediately changed from confused to pissed.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. Faolan cringed. If he had been in wolf form, he would’ve rolled over and bared his throat at the leader.
“Nothing, I was just trying to delete…” the werewolf clamped his mouth closed.
“Delete what? Willow didn’t tell you anything?” Theron pressed. When Faolan shook his head, confused, Theron relaxed. An evil smirk spread across his face. “Good. Now, let’s see what was so important that our pacifist wolf would risk my wrath to delete, shall we?” He sat down at his computer. Faolan covered his eyes.
“Hmmm, a chain mail from Lola. Trying to spare me from dying in seven days if I don’t pass this on?” Faolan heard him click to the next piece of mail.
“Orders from the Order about eradicating some flesh-eating gnomes? I didn’t know about your gnomish sympathies, Faolan.” Another click.
“Spam.” Click. “Spam.” Click. “Really, I don’t know what was so urgent, wolf.” Faolan looked up, filled with hope. Maybe the server was down, or Shadow was tying up the system downloading more music. Maybe Theron hadn’t gotten his email.
“Oh, wait, there’s one more. From you.” Faolan’s hope deflated. Maybe Theron was just being a sadistic bastard, like always. The Hunter was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed as he read.
“I have a problem with you,” he proclaimed at last. He stood up from his desk and tugged on a rope that sent Faolan tumbling to the floor. The Hunter leaned down and offered a hand to help him up. “Do you know what it is?” he asked as he pulled the werewolf up.
Faolan shook his head, not daring to meet Theron’s eyes. The kiss, therefore, came as a complete surprise. “I don’t like it when you pursue people who aren’t me,” he revealed as he pulled away. “Now, are we going to continue having problems?”
Faolan stole a quick glance at Theron. He wasn’t bad looking. He might have considered him before now, except that he knew he’d never have a chance with an alpha.
“No, sir,” the werewolf replied.
“Good,” Theron smirked, and kissed him again.
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AN: You know what? I like these characters. I may have to use them again.