Ralp reaches out, ushering Crescent to follow first and the two soon go back with Kisha into the office. A walk of shame these two share, each of their own regret. While Crescent tries to stand back, walking slower than anyone else, Ralp is always there to correct him by shooing him forward. A sacrifice knowing they are both wrong. Maybe turning around and making a run for it is better than walking in that room. The doors distance getting closer until without any room to go, the three walk in a singlefile line back inside. 

Kisha finds himself plopping down on the leather couch, leaning back, and allowing himself to sink into the material without a word, but a heavy sigh of relief reverberates from the walls. He doesn't sound human at all. He fails to tell the others to sit, but Ralp finds comfort in a small two-seater. Rushing as if dodging an unknown force, Ralp curls up, pulling his knees into his chest and his chin on his knees, his small frame rocking uncomfortably. Crescent decides to join him, with his hands on his lap.

The room falls awkwardly quiet after that. The amount of stuffed energy is unbearable.

Playing with his fingers, Ralp skittishly looks under his nails as if waiting for something to happen. 'Kill me now.' The thoughts are pouring into Ralp's mind. It's like he just delivered Crescent into Kisha's arms even though he was warned not to. A sense of betrayal to Saikai and the other members as well as an undeniable deep apology to Kisha. He failed his mission. The panic holding Ralp's jittering frame. 'Such a failure.'

Crescent takes the time out to look between the two, brows furrowed.

Ralp is an emotional wreck.

Kisha's still breathing hard, and he looks very uncomfortable.

Wearing nothing but his well-fitted solid grey underwear, he leaves no room for modesty.

Every part of him is exposed to curious eyes, his legs are slightly open and he's nearly too tall for the couch he's sitting on.

Even with his underwear covering it, Crescent can't seem to shake the image he had witnessed moments ago.

He didn't think Kisha was into those things. Everything's a bit of a secret around Kisha and Crescent can never tell what it's like living in Kisha's head. He's certain that Kisha saw him, yet he refuses to speak up about it. The what-ifs are killing Crescent's courage.

The silence becomes unbearable and Crescent's going to break it. Another class is starting soon. Clamping his pants, he opens his mouth to speak but his attention soon draws on Ralp who quickly jumps from the two-seater like a startled bat.

Crescent flinches, Ralp's frame rushes over to a white box fan in the corner, placing it on the table and facing it towards Kisha before he turns the fan on high. Not looking towards Kisha, Ralp scurries around the room a bit to make sure the cord is in a safe spot and grabs Kisha a cold cup of ice water before he hastily tucks back into his seat. All that movement takes at least thirty seconds. Ralp's a light-foot guy, not even a stomp above the sound of the fan blades.

There's nothing to fear about Kisha, according to Crescent, but Ralp's overreacting has him questioning his approach.

What did Ralp mean earlier by 'It's against orders.' 

Standing up quickly, Crescent only then draws the attention of Ralp who has been ignoring him this entire time. He feels Ralp touch, reaching for him and holding him by the sleeve. Looking back at him, he watches Ralp shake his head no, worried and unsure of what is happening, but Crescent has already made up his mind on what he plans to do. He pulls from Ralp, giving him back his hand before he turns to go towards Kisha. That fool didn't help him on the elevator so at the moment Crescent's petty meter is very high. He's not going to listen to Ralp or anyone.

Standing by the side of the couch, hands drawn into his pocket, he glances over Kisha's body one last time. His normal tanned complexion is showing a slight deep red in multiple spots, including his cheeks, nose, and forehead.

He looks so uncomfortable and feverish. Crescent doesn't even know how to help, but maybe he could ask.

"Are you ok--"

"Weren't you warned about me?" Kisha cuts him off like a hot knife slicing through butter. Not a glance, but Kisha's large hand draws the cup up to his lips. A gulp before releasing a heavy breath. The satisfied cold Kisha can feel going down his chest, cooling off his boiling insides. Kisha's voice is low and crackly, but it's filled with an unwelcoming tone. Exhausted.

Use to Kisha's attitude-filled words, Crescent rolls his golden eyes. He's come to help, dammit! Why is he so cold now?! He wasn't cold when he was trying to molest him in the forest! He wasn't cold on the bus and he wasn't cold just a moment ago when he was--

Crescent shakes his head, killing his thoughts before taking in a deep frustrated breath. Keep calm. He's quick to shun away Kisha's predicament for his own selfish feelings and though he wouldn't mind doing that right now, what will it solve? Crescent decides on a different approach. It will be easier to pay a punch, but he doesn't know the consequences of his actions.

Crescent holds strong, swallowing his pride for a moment longer.

"I... just wanted you to know... You're secret is safe with me. I mean... and whoever else." Crescent tries to sound small, cute, and welcoming, but he isn't sure if that is achievable. He expects Kisha to take the bait, considering it's been so long since they've seen each other.

"That's not my problem, Crescent." Cock back, bullet fired number two. Kisha's voice hits him again like a rifle shooting a deer and he's drained of the little self-composure he had. Crescent balls up his fists, biting down on his jaw as he looks to one side of the room, a scowl plastered across his face. Of course, Kisha not going to make this easy, he never does.

Asshole, Kisha... Kisha the asshole... 

The itch to say something foul swells within Crescent's mind. He curses in his head before a sudden fake, soft smile peers from his lips. It's twisted and unnatural, his patience never there to begin with. Ignore it. Ignore it. He chants.

"Why didn't you at least tell me?" Words come out in fake calmness. "I thought all this time I had been driving a wedge between us. I questioned myself so many times."

Kisha shifts a bit before he swallows another gulp of water, taking an ice cube with him. His tongue comes to lightly lick at his bottom lip. Opening his eyes slowly, they drift towards Crescent before without blinking, falling into his tentative gaze. Crescent smells very pleasing without having any knowledge of it. The fan is carrying the smell directly into Kisha's senses. Was he at some point turned on recently? He reeked of unfinished sexual arousal.

Kisha's look is unfamiliar. Something Crescent has never seen before. The small twinkle of animal that often sat behind that hungry gaze now had shown him a frigid wasteland bare of emotion, thought, and patience. Kisha wants something Crescent fears he can't satisfy; those eyes tell a terrifying story.

Saikai called him a coin. On one side there's Diamond who radiates a paralyzing fear and on the next Kisha-- quieter, colder, and more unsettling. Crescent can't accept this treatment from Kisha. Why? Why can't Crescent judge him? A wolf nearly took his life, for Christ's sake!

Crescent sighs, one hand coming from his pocket. Because a human had been staring back at him?

Digits outstretch, he first applies fingertip pressure against Kisha's cheek before lightly touching him with his palm.

Kisha's skin is scorching and Crescent's desire to pull back swells, but the pull to get closer keeps him accepting the boiling touch. Is Kisha overheating-- is he ok? This will explain the temperature, the fan, and the water, but maybe he needs a doctor's intervention. Reaching temperatures of one hundred and four and above is dangerous for the organs. Crescent's face fades to reflect his thoughts, his golden hues softening as he watches Kisha's struggle. 

Kisha leans into his hand suddenly, eyes fluttering shut as a deep, satisfying sigh barrels from his lips. He welcomes the touch so lovingly, and Crescent ceases to give reason.

No. It's these hot and cold moments that often keep Crescent wanting more. These feelings of torture upon his emotions—he loves them. Being pushed away does its damage, but then witnessing the pull of such tenderness pumps Crescent full of life. Can Crescent make anyone feel this way? Will anyone in Crescent's life enjoy his presence this much?

He's addicted to the unknown of Kisha's possessiveness.

Soaking up Kisha's actions, Crescent slides his palm to one of Kisha's pierced ears, tracing his fingers over the two silver studs. He begins to creep down to Kisha's chin, traces of cold liquid clashing between their temperatures before he ventures to Kisha's heated neck and then exposed collarbone. A sharp inhale from the calm wolf, Kisha's breath catches in his throat, his eyes rolling beneath half-open lids. Crescent watches as clenched fangs expose beneath rising top lip telling him Kisha has been yearning for him. 

The small shifts expose the very beginning of Ink on Kisha's skin. Shy, but the words and pictures are on Kisha's back and Crescent's left without knowing what the full image had been; however, Kisha's left shoulder is covered in a half sleeve that stops just at his elbow. He's seen it before in gym class. Against Kisha's light milk chocolate complexion, the tattoos are very masculine. There's still so much to learn about the one before him. A mystery with a lot of turns.

Slowly, his touch lands upon Kisha's upper chest where his eyes can't seem to gather enough liking. He plays with the space the drool had puddled a moment ago. What is it like being Kisha's clothing? Snug against such a frame. This is beyond his wildest expectations. Kisha's hairless. His submissive pants, spark a fire in Crescent's chest. He's taming a wolf. How special is this moment? There are scratches and old battle wound marks on his torso, but that doesn't stop his glow.

He has stories and those stories are something that piques Crescent's interest. Looking between his plumped breasts and then down, Crescent's eyes stray to the band of his underwear where a light trail of crusted lube still stains Kisha's skin.

No trace of hair there either, but the veins that venture to his groin are prominent, rising and falling with Kisha's flexing exhales. The creases in his pelvis as well as his belly button and lower abs all look like a meal worth exploring. Not only that but there's the jackpot in full glory. A non-erect bulge squeezed and defined atop of two muscular thighs. The picture-perfect scene poisoned Crescent's mind as his impure thoughts begin to course like a horny dog surrounded by hot women.

It's here and Crescent's only a few feet away from it.

Slowly, pointer and middle finger begin to tease a path to an erect nipple and he decides to focus on that.

In this condition is Kisha sensitive? It must be due to the chill.

Crescent wants to find out.

A male's body. The nipples are a place that can be played with. It feels ticklish at first, but then the signals get sent to the genitalia, and only then can Kisha be aroused. Is it the same for someone like Kisha? 

"I'm a wolf first,"

Kisha's soft words suddenly halt Crescent and he looks up slowly to be again met with those hollow eyes that have yet to blink.

Face only slightly curled at the eyebrows, Kisha more aware of the situation he had been in. The way Crescent's looking at him, he has every right to spring up and take him into the room. Is Crescent aware of the cravings written across his features? Kisha doesn't want to move too quickly and startle him at a critical moment but his patience is burned. Everything aches for Crescent's touch.

Crescent's touch is the best. The only cool thing is the part of his skin Crescent touched. Crescent had found out what he was and what he could do wasn't actions of the saints. Humans often tuck tails when a monster shows up. Watching his reaction when Crescent saw Diamond, Kisha can't help but take it to heart. Will he get the same reaction once Crescent realizes this?

No matter the condition. Whether or not he feels tied to Crescent and their chemistry seems but a broken mess of instinct versus dysfunction and future misunderstood emotion, he needs to confirm one thing in this human being with fluctuating moods.

"Knowing this... Will you accept me?" Kisha's voice goes into a hush.

He's never had to question whether or not anyone wanted him, but this song and dance with this human is one of the most important things he will come across.

"What does it matter?" Crescent presses for more information. Kisha's looking for a reason to stick by him, but what's so important about him? He wants to draw these words out while he has the chance. Selfishly fulfill his emotional needs and use Kisha to boost his ego. He wants to verbally hear how important he is. Daring to hear words he's never heard before.

Kisha snickers suddenly, closing his eyes and allowing his head to fall against the back of the couch. Kisha never had to let his guard down before, but Crescent's pushing his luck here. Manipulative prick. Test after test instead of going along with anything, Kisha feels he's been on an emotional rollercoaster. Such a hard-headed man Crescent is the most selfish person here, but it's interesting.

Kisha decides to play along. The reward is greater anyway.

"You're my mate," Kisha speaks as if it's just a simple thing, calmly.

'What?' Crescent asks in his head, but his confusion is short-lived when Kisha continues to speak.

"Whether you like it or not."

"A wolf thing?" Crescent lowers his head a bit, one eyebrow raised.

Kisha nods without speaking.

'Influence is momentary, but it speeds up the way someone feels if anything. It's me but in the future...'

Crescent goes over the words carefully. Trying to remember what Saikai said the other night.  He was destined to end up here at Nirvana Academy? Destined to be here now? Are things like this even real? Does this mean Crescent can get away with anything?

"I get it." He giggles at the mischievous thoughts. "You're a hybrid or whatever, but why are you so goddamn huge compared to the normal wolves?" How much information can he squeeze? He'll research the whole mate idea. No point hashing it out here.

"He's an alpha." Suddenly Ralp's voice calls out low. "He's... Our Alpha... and now... He's yours too, Mr. Bride."

Alpha Kisha Locklear?

Crescent goes over the title in his head. He bursts into a small chuckle, his shoulders bouncing as his head tucks. Kisha... an alpha?! There's nothing alpha about him! He's big and has the legs, shoulders, chest, and waist of a model, but he's also an asshole. Doesn't like being bothered. Has an impatient look on his face all the time and he's standoffish and stony. How can anyone like that lead a group of individuals? If big makes anyone an alpha then wouldn't Principal Jones be an alpha?

Kisha shifts in his seat abruptly, leaning forward. Crescent's laughter is broken when his eyes rush towards Kisha who finds himself towering over Crescent's frame. Crescent is forced to walk backward in shock, apologetic about laughing in Kisha's face-- until his body slams into a bookshelf in an attempt to escape, books toppling down. A few soft backs hit him on his head, and then land on the floor. Crescent tries to cower from the hardbacks, but his full attention resides on the one overlooking him.

Kisha brings up his arm, bracing himself as his other hand quickly cups Crescent's neck to keep eyes only on him. Crescent's forced into the bookcase, Kisha looking him over frantically before speaking in a heavy impatient tone.

"I'm not sure who the fuck is a comedian-- answer me." Comes from Kisha's throat in a light growl.

Oh... Right...

Crescent swallows hard. It's this dominant personality that gets all the credit. The amount of control Kisha commands. The assertive in charge influence, that doesn't require him to raise his voice. The confident, self-assured, and knows what he wants interactions are almost suffocating. Completely proud of his abilities, his steps, and has no fear of showing anyone he means business. Persuasive and also manipulative that's hard to disobey. This voice is full of superiority, insensitive, and rude. Takes nothing short of cowering submission-- he doesn't ask for it; he requires it. Those eyes that want to kill everything and those hands that when touched, dissolve the core, unraveling those who are lucky to feel him. Breaking even the strongest. Bold, straightforward, and doesn't want anything less than what Kisha sees fit. 

Crescent melts, his heart pitching in temperature.

Fuck. Who wouldn't accept something so... divine? It's human nature to play with the dark side. He won't openly admit it, but Kisha doesn't have to worry about being turned away just so long as he uses that tone. Crescent's a man of no honor. Whatever this passion is burning inside of him, he laughs and dances within these hellflames.

If Crescent burns to a crisp later. At least he will burn smiling. Satan can't compare.

 Widening eyes watch Kisha carefully as the pressure on Crescent's neck is a little tighter. Kisha leans in until his lips are shy of Crescent's ear. Heavy warm huffs tickle skin, closing eyes due to the anticipation.

"Should I... have moved my leg?" Those words creep from Kisha in a seductive whisper causing Crescent's eyes to clamp shut. Regret pours through his frame, limbs weak as he is called out for the perverted crime he committed. 

"I'm s-sorry." The words blurt out. Arms drawn up, Crescent places open palms against Kisha's heated chest, hoping to feign off the worst of the attack. He listens as Kisha's other hand pulls a few books down with it before it slowly slithers behind Crescent's waist, a deep exalting groan bellows from Kisha's lungs. With these cool hands against his skin, he mentally begs Crescent to touch him more.

"Listen, Kisha... I came--" Ready to unleash his counterattack. A sad excuse. Crescent halts when he feels a sudden grope of his entire right buttcheek before his frame was thrust forward, aggressively leaving no space between their bodies. Kisha pants in his ear, broken exhale sends shivers down Crescent's neck. His smaller frame is manipulated in indecent ways, putting pressure on their groins that are rubbed together by Kisha's euphoria.

"Fuuuck..." Kisha's breathless moan sounds the same as when he was masturbating. Crescent freezes up, allowing his body to be a toy. He's being forced to dry hump Kisha and he feels no means in stopping him, but he can feel the actions aren't without consequences. Kisha's getting turned on.

A slow drift from Crescent's ear and their eyes meet again. Their lips are only inches apart.

"Stick out your tongue," Kisha orders him.

Crescent can't help but listen, parting his slightly. Crescent's eyes venture until they land on Kisha's lips, narrowing stare watch Kisha's tongue play between his fangs anticipating his next move. The heated breath at Crescent's face. Kisha's heavy grumbling sends Crescent's fingers to dig nails into Kisha's chest. 

"Stop it, Boss."

The words control Kisha almost instantly, a flicker in his pupils as they widen suddenly and then narrow again. Head tilts, eyes darting towards the hand that has made way on his shoulder. Kisha turns to meet the intruder, offended by the audacity.

Fuchsia.

Fuchsia lightly squeezes Kisha's shoulder, looking at him with uncertainty. Ralp was supposed to stop these interactions. He only sat in his chair looking horrified by the scene unfolding.

"You're not supposed to be here." Fuchsia cuts Crescent a glare, but the glare is short-lived when Kisha suddenly lashes out, pushing Fuchsia off of him. Fuchsia stumbles backward, hitting the table, and sitting on top of it to brace himself. The legs crack from his weight. Ralp quickly jumps from the chair to join Fuchsia's side, grabbing onto his forearm to hold him back. 

"Fuchsia! You ok?" Ralp pleads. He can feel Fuchsia shaking in fear, but Fuchsia flinches once Kisha takes a step back from Crescent.

"Boss Kisha, get a hold of yourself!" Fuchsia cries out, readying himself for Kisha to come at him aggressively, but Crescent is quick to react to the tension in the room, suddenly grabbing hold of Kisha's bicep. That seems to have done the trick because Kisha quickly settles to a standstill without a word crossing his lips. 

Kisha's letting off more than enough of his sexual frustrations and Fuchsia felt them from down the hall. This level of energy is too concentrated though Kisha looks sane, he is far from it. It's overwhelming.

"We should leave... Now." Fuchsia says to the others. Crescent steps from behind Kisha, walking over to Fuchsia with a sigh. He doesn't want to be here to witness anyone getting their ass kicked for reasons he doesn't understand. The way Kisha was going for Fuchsia scared him. Fuchsia doesn't say another word. He jumps to his feet, rushing over to the door.

"Then get out, but Crescent stays." Kisha's slightly annoyed words echo inside of Fuchsia's frame and he stops suddenly. That's not a suggestion, it's a warning.

"C-class is about to start. We need to go. All of us. I dropped off your homework, Boss." Fuchsia hopes it's enough to seem less suspicious. If he's correct, he entered the room minutes ago. Class bell will ring any minute now.

Please... Please~

Fuchsia's predicting a break. Something that will cut off any orders from Kisha. If Kisha decides to take control of them all, then Fuchsia fears he won't save Crescent. Without Saikai here to put Kisha in his place, another human less influenced by Kisha's tyranny, it's left up to them. 

The bell rings.

"S-See...?" A stray bullet of sweat drops from Fuchsia's face. "We will be going now..."

He pulls open the door, Ralp tucking beneath his arm and scurrying out of the small crack. He nearly knocks Fuchsia into the wall because of how desperate he is to get away. Fuchsia pulls Crescent along who looks back through the door to spot Kisha standing by the table, staring at him. The door closes behind him, with a click, and the room is sealed off again. Kisha's even caged like an animal too. 

Crescent continues to let Fuchsia drag him down the hall until they can get into the elevator. He then yanks from him, rolling his eyes and finding refuge in a corner.

"What the fuck were you thinking?! Weren't you told not to meet with Kisha?! And Ralp... Why the fuck would bring him here?! Why don't none of you get that?! Kisha's not himself!" Fuchsia unleashes his rage.

Ralp cowers, eyes low and his body shaking.

Mindless banter. Sounding like a mother scolding her children. Crescent tries to drown out Fuchsia's voice, tired of all of the secrets, but his own spark of impatient fuse goes off and Ralp is now stuck in the tension.

"All I see is Kisha trying to get him some like everyone else in this sick piece of shit school, and you know what... Who the fuck are you to keep him from that?! A human chastity belt or are you saving him for yourself you weird asshole?"

"How about you shut the fuck up!" Fuchsia lashes out, slamming his hand against the elevator wall. He's tired of Crescent's impulsive behavior. A small dent, beside Crescent's head, but Crescent doesn't flinch.

"And if I don't?" Crescent leans forward ready to fight.

"Y-Y-You... two.... please!" Ralp covers his ears, jumping from the noise shattering through the elevator. They are about to really fight here? If Boss finds out any of them placed their hands on Crescent then it will be death. He's never seen Fuchsia so angry.

"You cannot fathom even successfully performing a mating ritual, Crescent. You don't even know what that is." Fuchsia glances at Ralp before calming his voice. He hates seeing Ralp shudder. One of the very few who wants to protect Ralp versus hurting him. 

"He's like that because you have not responded to him correctly. Sooner or later, sexual frustration turns even the most docile into Fever. You are not a female wolf. You're not a wolf at all. You do not have the pheromones to kill his flame nor can you put up with his drive. He will not stop. Until you understand what the fuck you're dealing with, please... Fuck off."

Fuchsia's hand slowly draws back. A sad sigh peers through his lips. He runs his hands through his short hair, trying to get rid of his frustrations.

"Then...." Crescent sounds small. "Tell me. I won't know otherwise..." The words Fuchsia spoke caused a small ripple inside of his heart. Kisha's in that state because of him? Is there a wolf sense that he isn't picking up on because he's human? Subtle cues, a smell? What?

"He's met his mate, but your encounters haven't been the most pleasant. My guess is because of Boss Saikai and the chocolate. He was reeking of lust almost every day afterward and he's been even sending this smell your way. Letting you know he's ready to mount you. It reached its point when he thought you were hurt at Hilla Cure." Fuchsia sighs, swallowing to find his words. 

"You, who is supposed to be a female wolf then must flirt back with him until you two both meet in the middle of what is known as a mates dance. You breed with him successfully and fevers will never be a thing." Fuchsia steps back, leaning against the cold wall. Telling Crescent he doesn't have the tools is the only way he can think to get him to back off a little bit. He fails to tell Crescent what a successful breed consists of. Something that won't be as fitted between men.

Crescent places his hands within his pants pocket, the elevator dinging and the door opening up. A few students stand at the entrance, walking into the tension before Ralp suddenly tucks and leaves the two behind. They ride in silence, until the next floor where the students leave. The elevator closes again and Fuchsia and Crescent ride it until the last stop. As the doors open again, Fuchsia takes a step to the entrance before he sighs, looks back, and waits for Crescent to look at him. 

  "Wolves..." Fuchsia shakes his head. "... don't know what rape is... Crescent."

And with that, Fuchsia taps the side wall lightly before stepping out. Crescent stands in the elevator alone, trying to make sense of Fuchsia's words. He has to admit he doesn't know what he's up against. Shit. This is all frustrating and foolish. 

Is he enough for Kisha? The only thing ever wanted in life still seems so far away. He feels so small knowing that another hurdle sits between them. Fuchsia is right. The words rape, and sexual assault, are words that are used in human society. It's wrong, but in the animal kingdom, those rules don't exist. Is Kisha capable of such madness and is Crescent strong enough to accept that possibility? Crescent takes a few steps forward. His celebration is in two days, but his mind is shrouded by the haunting words Fuchsia told him. 

He stares at the floor button Kisha resides on.

(((A/N

So, Crescent finds out just what he means to Kisha by Kisha's own words.

Fuchsia leaves Crescent with a heart set in turmoil. What we humans often put on animals are our humanity's beliefs and Crescent wants to desperately compare Kisha to a human, but Kisha's devotion resides in that wolf's blood coursing through him.

Just when he thought he had come close to Kisha must he take a step or two back...? 

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