"Of course, of course," Miles coos gently, hands smoothing up and down Kurt's narrow back, taking advantage of their fraught state to enjoy the feel of them trembling in his arms. "I'll leave it for him, he'll wake up tomorrow with a bad headache, but he'll be just fine."
Cool fingers coming to cup Kurt's chin, Miles forces their gaze upwards, smirking deeper at the pain in their eyes. Could it really be this easy? Could he truly get away without having to face his old Alpha? "And in return, you'll come with me. I'll look after you. You can forget about everything that's happened. You can go home, Kurt."
No. The emotion, intense and focused and ferocious, rippling through the link, starles Miles momentarily -- that had been the cruelest, when that harmony, that sense of belonging, that connection had been closed off to him forever. If he was getting anything through it, it meant the wolf responsible was forcing him to hear. It was Benji.
Impossibly, absurdly, the young wolf was staggering to his feet, blood caked along his side, breath raspy and desperate, pupils dilated from the poison. But he still stood, shuddering all over, and bared his teeth in a ferocious snarl. He shouldn't be able to. He shouldn't even be able to breathe.
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Date: 2023-07-17 04:55 am (UTC)Cool fingers coming to cup Kurt's chin, Miles forces their gaze upwards, smirking deeper at the pain in their eyes. Could it really be this easy? Could he truly get away without having to face his old Alpha? "And in return, you'll come with me. I'll look after you. You can forget about everything that's happened. You can go home, Kurt."
No. The emotion, intense and focused and ferocious, rippling through the link, starles Miles momentarily -- that had been the cruelest, when that harmony, that sense of belonging, that connection had been closed off to him forever. If he was getting anything through it, it meant the wolf responsible was forcing him to hear. It was Benji.
Impossibly, absurdly, the young wolf was staggering to his feet, blood caked along his side, breath raspy and desperate, pupils dilated from the poison. But he still stood, shuddering all over, and bared his teeth in a ferocious snarl. He shouldn't be able to. He shouldn't even be able to breathe.