Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Thirteen

It was a terrifying thing to be woken up with a hand over your face but Damo apparently lacked the social understanding to realise that.

So, I awoke that morning by screaming and biting his hand and alerting probably everyone in the house which was the worst possible scenario.

"Dammit Damo!"

He glared at me, "Dammit Gabriel you mean!"

"You put your hand across my mouth, I thought you were Dylan you fucking dick!"

Damo looked a little guilty and withdrew his arms back to his sides, "Why did you scream! I put my hand on your mouth so you wouldn't scream!"

"You goddamn idiot!" I whispered angrily. It was early still, maybe three hours from when I was last awake. When I had woken up in the middle of the night and wanked off to thoughts of Kerberos. I flushed a little and realised my pyjama bottoms were still around my ankles and tried to subtly pull them back up. 

There were footsteps coming up the hall and they were coming fast.

"Hide!" I pushed him down and gestured under the bed.

Was it necessary to pretend we didn't know each other? Yes. The best plans were built on a foundation of secrets. Damo was my friend, part of me felt sure that were Kerberos to know this he would immediately part us, not because of possessiveness but because of some misguided sense of fatherly dominance that would compel him to make sure I hadn't got any bad influences whispering in my ear.

Sure enough it was Kerberos who walked in, his shoulders tense and his posture rigid.

He seemed to pause to sniff the air and glared at me.

"Why did you scream?"

"I fell!" I exclaimed, a little loudly out of nervousness.

"You fell," He said slowly, his voice blending with a something that could have been a growl or a purr.

He approached towards me with a dangerous swagger that suggested to me that he might be intending on eating me.

Then he stopped and inhaled and cast a dark look on me before taking a step back.

If I wasn't entirely wrong I thought his eyes did actually flicker below the bed but his expression didn't change and he never said anything to suggest that he knew Damo was hiding there. Perhaps he knew something was strange but not why?

His glare was a fierce one. He slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the bathroom that was attached to this room.

"Wash your fucking hands." He growled.

I jumped a little at the harshness in his voice, it scared me, when I get scared I will sometimes freeze.

Kerberos wasn't having any of it, "Do not make me come over there because let me promise you that is not what you want."

In an effort not to reveal the effects of his intimidation the oppositional character in me hissed, "Why are you so mad at me?"

Still, I wasn't genuinely willing to start a fight with the man, so I did actually get out of bed and walk slowly toward the bathroom. Didn't want to let on the fact that I was close to pissing myself.

"Because you're worse than a thug,"

I freaked out a little, the hairs on my forearm stood up and I froze in my place with a look of petrified terror on my face, he knew!

"You're a tease."

Oh damn, wait what? Kerberos didn't give me a chance to respond and quickly turned and left the room with that typical werecat slyness, just before I turned on the tap.