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There was pin-drop silence in the suite house. It was somewhere around midnight and empty cans of beer were rolling on the floor while the ceiling fan in the living room was rotating at high speed. There wasn't even a sound near the pack as the members of the pack were asleep, including the animals that lived near the house. Everyone but two big alphas were still wide awake.

Easton had his head thrown back on the couch while he looked extremely exhausted. His forehead drenched in sweat while his hair was pushed back. On the other hand, Blake was comfortable straddling his mate on the lap with a satisfied smile on his face. And all this is because, Mr. Blake Jensen thought it would be funny to eat cereal at 2 a.m. and when was refused to, he thought it would be funnier to make his mate chase after him, dropping the cereal all over the floor in the whole fucking house.

He didn't stop with just that, after making the whole mess he commanded Easton with these exact words, "My mate doesn't like untidiness *hic* Make sure to clean alllllllllll this, Mr. Lourdes *hic*(the janitor at Wolf's High)" with that he went back to the couch and gulped down the remaining beer. Easton, who was dumbfounded by this stupid mate of his, couldn't digest the room like it was and decided to indeed clean it up. When he was done and exhausted, Blake decided to recognize his mate as his mate but not the "janitor" and grabbed him on the couch. He invaded his lap as marked his territory. Laying his head on Easton's chest he refused the man to move an inch and giggled occasionally.

"EEEEEaston..." Blake began after some time and the older alpha knew exactly what was coming. A complaint or a very long story.

"What?" he hissed, annoyed by all the events that happened in a span of just two hours. Blake moved his head from Easton's chest and looked at him with watery eyes.

"Why are you shouting at me?" he pouted with his plump red lips as tears sit on the edge of his lower waterline and were about to drop any second now.

Easton closed his eyes and chuckled at the idea of beer making them relieve stress. It became more stressful in fact. "I'm sorry" he takes a breath and looked at his cute mate. "What is it?" he asked in a much lower voice and tried making it soothing. An instant smile appeared on Blake's face all the tears been sucked in.

Were the tears even real? Aziel commented upon how quickly their mate's face changed.

"Don't even ask, bro. He is doing the same thing for the tenth time now"

Right.....

"So, Easton I was saying...." he giggled holding Easton's face in between his hands and squeezed it. "You. are. *hic* a. whore." he smiled letting out the words. Easton's eyes bulged as he let the words sink in. Blake on the other hand was smiling ear to ear, proudly.

"I'wa waat?" (I'm what?) Easton managed from the squeezed mouth. Blake rolled his dramatically together with his head and looked back at his mate.

"Right..... A "deaf" whore" he repeated with a correction. Easton removed Blake's hands from his face and hold them still in his lap.

"And why is that?" he seriously questioned. He had no idea as to why Blake called him a whore but he did want to know. He had quite a reputation and pride for an alpha, and he was not letting that go.

Blake's pouted face was back with arms folded to his chest, this time. "'Cause you let that hoe sit in your lap *hic*. Here" he jabbed his finger into Easton's thigh. "That time.. *hic*"

"Ouch. That hurts, Blake"

"It was meant to!" He glared at the older alpha. "You know, how much it hurt when you didn't push her away *hic*" tears pool his eyes as one drops followed by two. "I-it tear my heart into two. Like, like this" he held an imaginary heart in his hands and broke it into two with a sound "tup". "TUP!" he yelled getting down from his mate's lap. Easton hit his head back on the couch for god knows how many times this evening. He promised himself to never let Blake drink again. NEVER.

After getting up from Easton's lap, Blake removed the pants he was wearing making Easton welp. "What are you doing???" he rushed to the other alpha's side. He was behaving like a mom of a two-year-old who can never expect to sit quietly even for a minute. And always ended up doing something that surprised the mom.

"I am going to Sir Tib's house," he said ignoring any touch from Easton and started removing his shirt.

"Why? Why are you removing your clothes?" He questioned running around to catch Blake's clothes which he kept dropping from place to place. Easton didn't want another mess, so he better be fast.

"Because I can remove them" he replied with an annoying tone and walked to the door. Easton hurried and stood in front of the door.

"You can't" he stretched out his hands with had clothes hung on them.

"Yes, I can *hic* and I will *hic*" the occasionally hiccups weren't helping much and were only giving Easton a bigger headache. "Move"

"No, you can't. Why do even want to go?" Easton pleaded, sticking himself firmly against the door with his hands and legs right put at every corner of the double door forming a perfect "X".

"To marry him!" Blake glared at Easton and wanted to push him away but he didn't want to touch his mate because of the stupid sparks which made him harder to get angry.

"What?"

"Get it right with one time saying, Easton. I'm not repeating it" Blake puts his hands on the waist and waited until stupid Easton scurries away from the door.

"Why would you marry Tib?"

"Because you cheated on me *hic* and because Tib is hot" he stated in a firm voice. Easton's mouth flew open and he kept staring at Blake with a confused.

"I agree that Tib is hot but when did I cheat on you?" he rushes to Blake who had enough of the wait and walked to the kitchen this time boringly. He opens closet after closet and left the boxes he found in, out. Easton who was matching Blake's every step kept putting the boxes in their places and closed the cabinets.

Blake totally ignores Easton and strolls casually towards the stairs like the carefree being he was. "Blake, wait. Blake" Easton hurried after, holding on Blake's jeans, shirt, vests, and his socks along with a box of seasonings which he was unable to close with so much stuff in his hand. Blake managed to walk the stairs without falling though he stopped thrice in between every five steps, which he saw as fifteen. Finally reaching the bedroom, he throws the door open and walks straight to the closet.

Easton, who managed to close the box dropping all the stuff he was carrying, ran upstairs, taking three steps at once. He saw the door open and got in without hesitation. He stopped in his tracks when he found Blake was laying back on a bunch of pillows, his legs wide open showing his bare manhood. His eyes were flooded and heavy with lust while he stroked his semi-harden cock, inhaling Easton's scent from the black shirt he was wearing. To be more particular, the "only " thing he was wearing on his birthday suit.

Easton gulped very loudly when he saw the showcase. He was instantly turned on by so many things. But, one of them was Blake wearing his shirt. His member pulsed against the zipper of his pants. He wanted so bad to pounce on his mate and devour him at once but his morals won saying not to touch a drunk person. Blake moaned loudly nipping the corner of the shirt's collar as he rubbed the tip. Easton could barely manage to fasten in place with the scent of coffee beans filled every corner of the room. The arousing scent made his knees weak and his canines pleaded to be let free. The force, he was managing to hold them back made his lips on either side, bleed.

Oblivious to the position, Blake stroked himself with only need on his mind. "E-Easton" he moaned out bucking his hips. The moan almost snapped Easton's restraint, but he caught it back. Blake, with his heavy-lidded eyes, glanced at his mate who was standing awfully away from him. He whined in between the foreplay and let go of his dick. He stood on his fours and crawled from the center of the bed to the corner. He then extended his hand and took hold of Easton's belt and dragged him by it. Easton sucked in a breath at the touch which was very close to the epicenter.

"W-what are you doing?" he managed. Blake looked with his heavy eyes towards his mate and shakes his head.

"A "blind and deaf" whore" he adds up and accomplished to unbuckle the belt and then the button of the pants.

"B-Blake, w-we should stop" he shuttered as his eyes rolled back when Blake touched the front of his briefs despite his pleas. "B-Blake" he shivered at the touch as sparks erupted throughout his body.

"I'm not stopping. *hic* you called Tib hot, you should know I am hotter" he complains rubbing the front gently.

"Y-you told he was hot, first" Easton argued, it doesn't even make any sense to be talking and debating over things like this when you had more important and hard matters to deal with. "Anyways, we should stop" he puts Blake's hand away from his member, very reluctantly. Blake glared at his mate's back as he was buckling his pants mumbling to himself. He didn't want to lose just yet. Easton called Tib hot and he wanted to prove him otherwise. He stood on his knees and attached his lips to the other alpha's neck. Easton shuddered big time, his movements coming to a halt. "B-Blake...."

Blake's mouth kissed the skin softly, sucked, and bit on it which definitely be bruising tomorrow. He happily seduced and lured the alpha with his kisses which indeed was working. Easton's restrainment was slowly breaking with every kiss placed on his burning skin. He let the other alpha have his way with him, giving in for the temptation. He turned back to face his mate, his pants still unbuckled, and took the artful lips, that made art on his neck, in his mouth. He sucked on Blake's lower lip holding him by the waist as he was still standing on his knees. Blake wrapped his arms around Easton and pulled him further close. Nibbling on his little mate's lips, he uplifted him off his knees by the waist making Blake moan in surprise. He immediately wrapped his legs around the alpha as Easton walked them towards the side of the bed, not parting the lips once. He laid Blake on the bed, scrambling away the pillows present there.

Climbing on top of his drunk mate, he kissed him again which Blake instantly gave back. Easton took a grip of Blake's pulsing cock in his hand and was surprised at how hard it was, despite Blake being drunk. He gave him slow and long strokes which sped as the moans got louder and louder. Blake was in pure bliss at the friction and pleasure he was receiving. Even with his mind clouded, he could feel the eruption of fireworks at every touch. With one long stroke and loudest moan, that would wake up the whole packhouse, Blake came in Easton's hand.

Easton was drenched in the ocean of pleasure just by looking at his beautiful mate's satisfied face. Blake kissed Easton by pulling him closer which drew Easton to the edge even without touching himself. He looked down at his very hard member and surrendered to take care of it. His hands traveled at his zipper to pull it down but the sound of soft snores stopped him. He looked back at Blake who peacefully passed out.

Sighing and chuckling to himself he kissed Blake on the forehead and walked to the bathroom for the required work, of course after tucking his mate neatly in the bed.

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"Bought one?" a woman with long hair asked, pouring a red liquid in a tube.

"Yes, ma'am" the man in a long black gown and cap answered, placing a lifeless body on the floor.

"Good, a werewolf, right?" she enquired again, mixing the red liquid with a purple one.

"Yes, a beta at that" he retorts.

"Oh my my, I didn't know, I would have my hands on the Duncan Long" she smiled evilly lifting the head of the werewolf with her finger.

"This will be fun"

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