Anton Lennox

Apparently not. But then again coming into my cafe and complaining about it seems a little off, no?

Hostile? Only to you handsome. How was your vacation?

Care to see a photo?

The Alpha let go of his boyfriend and his hands immediately slammed against Anton’s chest, palms flat on his jacket as he pushed him forcefully back. “What the fuck are you thinking?! How fucking dare you! Don’t you dare touch him!” With each shout, Jason pushed Anton further and further, until the smug Alpha was backed against the wall and Jason was jerking him around by his fists clenching onto the collar of his nice shirt.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch him! Hear me!?” It wasn’t just his Alpha instincts kicking in, but that didn’t help either. “He is not your toy, and he is not your ‘darling’ either! John’s a fucking person, you goddamn motherfucking asshole! You listen, you snobby, holier-than-thou sonofabitch. And listen good. If you ever try to touch John again, if you ever hurt him in any way, I will find your fancy goddamn house. I will get inside it, and I will get to you.”

Jason’s eyes were wild, but his voice was steady and vicious. “You think I’m uncivilized? Uneducated? Disgusting? Maybe I am. But I’ve got one fucking thing in this world that I care about losing. And if you or anyone else tries to take him from me, then guess what? I’ve got nothing to live for except making your lives hell. So you think about that, asswipe. Think long and hard about it.”

There was a moment of primal pleasure in seeing his Alpha defend his honor, but that was swiftly followed by a rush of horror that had him rushing over to grab onto Jason’s arm, trying to pull the much stronger wolf away. 

“Jason! Jason stop it!! Let him go!” His voice was high with concern and he pulled harder. Anton was a jerk, yes, and he deserved being put in his place. But Ben Foster and his officers would only see a brawl or worse an assault. 

“If you get arrested he wins!” 

“How adorable. Little Jane has come to try and quell Tarzan.” He seemed quite calm, even if he was rather rattled. He was never one for physical confrontation, and when it came down to it, he didn’t doubt that Jason could beat the hell out of him. But if he did, it would make everything so easy. The chief of police would come and arrest him, Anton would refuse to press charges and be a kind-hearted hero for it, but Jason would never be allowed into Regenbogen, and John would be his. That was worth a broken nose.

“Once scum, always scum. You think you deserve a Darling? A Regenbogen elite? You are garbage, and in the end, Princesses marry Princes, not street urchins.” 

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The noirette left his house early to ensure he was knocking on the door at exactly seven o’clock. He was going to be punctual lest he be lectured about his precision. Tucker didn’t bother dressing himself up, instead wearing something warm for the cool fall night, though he did have at least the decency to shower before he left the condo. His hair was still damp with it, and the fall time breezes sent shivers down his spine because of it. 

But he wasn’t that guy anymore, and he wasn’t going to be that guy, because of the man next to him. He had to be worthy of John, as much as he could be, and that meant controlling his temper and his instinctual desire to break Anton’s nose. So Jason squeezed John tight against his side, snarling lowly as the other Alpha continued to speak.

“If John wants me to leave, I’ll go. But if he doesn’t want to be around your creepy ass alone, you can bet that expensive car of yours that I’m not going anywhere. But sure, I’ll be your stupid servant. Hand washed, hot waxed, polished and fucking shining. And vacuumed with a not-fruity air freshener.” He bit his tongue, holding back the threats on the tip of his tongue. “And you won’t show that video to anyone.”

Though the way that the Alpha said the word watching made a shudder roll up his spine, and not a warm sensual one like his lover caused. No this was something dark that shot through him and made his lips fall into a little grimace, as if the man was implying that he’d be reviewing their video for his own enjoyment. 

And that thought…the idea of Anton doing…that…to a video of him climaxing… The noirette almost gagged a little bit, and shook his head. “Don’t talk to my boyfriend like he’s your servant, Anton.” He scowled and broke away from Jason’s arm, stalking up to the Alpha as if he could match his height with sheer confidence alone. 

“You want a civilized conversation fine, we can speak over the phone, just us. But I will only entertain any kind of civil discourse with you if you show my lover and a future member of our pack the respect that he deserves.” 

“Your lover? How quaint. With statements like that, I half expect his shirt to pop open and for him to sweep you up in his arms while a breeze flows through your hair. What a romance novel cover the pair of you would make.” Anton chuckled at his own joke, thoroughly amused at the notion. “If ever you have the desire, I know a number of incredible photographers.” He prodded further.

The Alpha sighed as he took a step closer, ambling about the shop as though something from the cement would stain his shoes. “We will then, speak over the phone. Because John Darling, my darling, I have quite a lot to say to you.” He smirked at Jason, then tilted his head, pressing a kiss against John’s cheek.

“Until then.” Anton hummed, a smug grin of satisfaction on his lips. 

But the way Anton spoke about John, like he was some sort of property, as though being with him was simply a formality and not something to treasure and covet; it made Jason’s blood boil with outrage. “John can make his own fucking choices, and he chose me.” Jason snarled, the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

“Even if you were worth him, which you’re obviously not since you don’t give a damn about his happiness and what he wants, it’s still his choice who he wants to be with. Not yours. Not his parents. Not mine. Not anyone else but his. So show the video to Lee or whatever, but you’re not going to use John as a pawn in your stupid fucking games. Not while I’m around.”

There was a logic to what the Regenbogen Alpha said. Anton had no interest in him past his prospects and wouldn’t care if he stayed with Jason. It was a cruel ugly thing, mating for status and then having an affair for love. John’s face was pale as he even considered it. “Anton that’s…” That’s what? Weirdly generous to look the other way while the Omega slept with whom he pleased? The most despicable thing he’d ever had the misfortune of having land upon his ears?

Jason’s snarl brought the Omega up short for a second, and John turned his eyes to look at his boyfriend’s face as he laid into Anton. Sometimes it was frighteningly new to be involved with someone who didn’t play the power games that a lot of his peers did, refreshing actually, to not be a pawn. 

John’s fingers squeezed his lover’s hand gently, and some color came back to him slowly. This wasn’t an easy road that he was choosing, especially not if Anton actually made good on his threat to show the tape directly to his parents. “Anton, that’s a very generous offer, honestly. But I’m no good at the sneaking around bit to successfully accomplish an affair.” He smiled his sickly sweet ‘Game’ smile again. “So I’ll politely decline. I’m happy with Jason.” 

“Perhaps you and I can have a civilized conversation without your mutt of a guard dog around sometime.” Anton suggested with a hum. “I’ll take you to dinner and we can discuss this further.” He patted the pocket that he had tucked his phone into. “For now, I suppose I’ll just hold on to this, and we’ll see what happens, won’t we?”

Anton knew he would gain nothing but a momentary satisfaction from showing the video to John’s parents; he wasn’t looking for a free car wash or detailing. That was a terribly under-valuable trade for the priceless viewing he had in his pocket. “Until then, I’ll be watching you.” He winked, a dirty smirk on his lips for a moment, before he turned to look dismissively at Jason.

“Hand washed, hot waxed, polished and shining, interior vacuumed.” He ordered, as though he was rattling from a menu at a drive-through fast-food restaurant. “And I want one of those air fresheners. But not a disgusting fake fruit one. Leather. Or pine, if you don’t have leather. I’ll be back in an hour.”

But he wouldn’t let Anton take anything from John. 

Jason’s fingers tangled tightly with the Omega’s when he felt John take his hand. Nothing was going to hurt him, not with Jason there. Not even this rich bastard, who obviously thought he wasn’t worth the time it took to even pretend to be polite. 

“I did put on the new tires. They’re secure.” Jason growled, eyes narrowing when John’s name came out of the other man’s mouth. “Offer?” He shook his head. “Whatever it is, John’s not doing it. He’s not doing anything for you. If this is about me not doing my job right, fine. But he didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll clean your car. I’ll even get you a discount. Just delete the damn video and leave us alone.”

But that didn’t mean he was just going to give Anton what he wanted, especially not what he was looking for. John clutched at Jason’s hand a little tighter and leveled his eyes at the other Alpha with no fear in him. “If you think I’m going to let you mate me for my dad’s company because of a sex tape you clearly are overestimating how much I care about the council’s opinion of me.” 

The Omega sighed and ran his free hand through his hair, trying to smooth down the sex tossed strands just a little bit. He probably looked a mess, but he had to keep his composure. He was playing The Game now, and he might not like it but he was a pawn in it by blood. “Anton look, I’ll pay for the tire job and to have your care completely cleaned and everything. But let’s not get petty over a minor indiscretion like this.” 

“I don’t care if you want to keep having your fun with him.” Anton added, one shoulder rising and falling in an elegant shrug, as if it took too much effort to shrug both shoulders at once. “I won’t tell if you won’t. But wouldn’t your father be so very pleased to see you mated to someone actually worthy of the Darling name?”

Anton rose a hand up, inspecting under his nails casually. “You know what you are, dear little Darling. Like it or not, you know I am a far better fit. So if you would like to keep your poor father from being utterly scandalized by seeing what a terrible brute was doing to his baby boy, then you will use that crafty brain of yours. You know what the smart decision is. Me.”

He was pulled from his reverie of praise and kisses by the sound of another voice. Without so much as thinking, Jason pulled back quickly, pulling out of John and placing his body between his boyfriend and the stranger. Jason tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, using his body to shield the stranger from seeing John behind him.

“Show it to Lee.” He replied immediately. The owner of the shop might fire him, and Jason couldn’t deny that he’d be right to do so. But he’d much rather get fired than John get in any sort of trouble with the council. He knew the Omega was in hot water already just for dating him.

That was until Jason was pulling out of him fast enough to make him cry out in protest and shoving him behind his body. He was about to complain about the extra rough treatment when he turned his head and saw Anton standing there, looking more smug then he’d ever seen the Alpha. The Omega yelped and pulled his jeans up as fast as he could without injuring something important. Slick and cum might leave a wet spot later but that’s what his sweater around his waist was for. 

“Anton!” John’s face went scarlet as the pieces fell together. This was his car, the beast of a the engine that he and his boyfriend had just been rutting against. He coughed and stepped up to Jason’s side once he was tucked away and slightly more presentable. “Don’t show it to Lee. That would earn you absolutely nothing in the long run.” He slid his hand into Jason’s and smiled his sweetest, darling of Regenbogen smile. 

“How about you quit being coy and say what you really want from us? Or are you stooping low enough to make idle threats now?”

“Wouldn’t it?” He returned to John, enjoying the smile he put on. “Ahh, there’s that Darling smile. One would hardly know you’d been being utterly filthy just moments ago, and with a lone wolf, no less.” He shrugged at Jason, as if he knew the other was expecting him to say ‘no offense’. But he meant it offensively, and wasn’t apologetic about it.

“I would get the satisfaction of getting a man fired who clearly cannot do his job correctly. I said mount my tires, not mount on my car. There’s no use for a mechanic who doesn’t know the difference.” He smiled at being called coy, and eyed their hands. 

“There is nothing that he could give me that I either don’t already possess or couldn’t get for myself.” Then came that serpentine head movement again. “But you, John. Hmm... given any more thought to my offer?”