the peculiar thing about the word is that unlike other dynamics or descriptors is that the word is less a word than it is an instinct, an intuitive, almost carnal thing. a lifestyle. it’s that it is so ingrained in the individual that there was simply no escape from such a designation. then again, much could be said about predators, as well. perhaps, in some other universe this would be all but amplified as he takes the form of a dragon instead of a caracal butler, but here he is.
it wasn’t unusual in their world for people to have such animal-like attributes. if anything, those who don’t possess ears were far less between. they face no real discrimination, however… at least, not within light of other more inconvenient factors that existed within their society. whether was an alpha, beta, or an omega, for example. but, regardless of how many terms there were for such a thing, sylus remained undeterred and completely unbothered. after all, he didn’t like the concept of ones biology determining their “mate,” if anything, he felt it was akin to an insult. who would mistake the individual who would very well shape the entirety of their future? only a fool.
or so, he might have proclaimed.
he would be the first to cast aside such suggestions, and to be honest, within the scope of all he focuses on, it remained inessential and far removed from his day to day. but, as always, it took very little for this temporary inkling of peace to be shattered. then again, was there truly such a thing as peace when he was so accustomed to sowing chaos? to the same effect, he wasn't the type to think twice if there was something he desired to possess. while unorthodox, he lays a trap like any skilled hunter, or predator would. an enticing offer, a sweet proposal that's laid out thick and fragrant like honey.
in this case, he lures them straight into his home. perhaps, it's under the guise of requiring their services for something that extends beyond just him wanting to breathe in their scent in this proximity. a scant reminder to the all the yearning he feels beneath the surface, but in which he retains his full composure. a flick of his ear, a sweep of his tail, as he lets his tail linger on the tips of their fingers.
a test at its best, a pushing of an invisible boundary at its worst. ] If you like what you see, there's more of it inside. [ does he mean himself, or the treasures that jewels and other shiny items that lay scattered around his adobe.
not me trying so hard to remove the dragon from my mind. ]
i promised horny but i forgot i played a wet blanket
[ ... well. suppose this is what he gets for taking a house call with enough confidentiality safeguards to ensure he won't know the name of the patient until he's trapped right behind the threshold of what must be one of onychinus's many secret bases.
his fault. something that zayne registers keenly as one sleek black ear flicks once in slight irritation on top of his head. perhaps he would've known earlier — before he'd opened the door, for starters — if only the scent blockers and medical suppressants he'd taken prior to his hospital shift hadn't neutralized whatever must still be in the air and cloying. hard to feel like prey when he doesn't yet recognize the danger.
as a doctor, he's probably seen wilder. ]
Truth be told, I'm still trying to discern what it is I'm looking at.
[ and as far as being an alpha goes, zayne can tell the signs of biological interest: dilated pupils, or the racketing up of temperature, almost too hot to touch when sylus's tail slides over each knuckle on the back of his hand with lingering attention.
and, well — he's also an alpha. to not recognize the beginnings of interest would put his own experience if not medical expertise to shame. still, it's a rather intense, mismatched reaction. alpha, beta, or omega — perhaps it's because he's in a constant state of seeing every kind of patient that someone's pheromones had clung too close to his frame.
perhaps. sylus has a pretty face, sharp angles and broad shoulders. taller, too, which is a strange thing to register, viscerally, when zayne's typically a head or so taller than his colleagues. it isn't insecurity, but something else that almost catches him off guard, that makes him freeze up and tense along his shoulders as if he's gearing up for a fight.
it speaks to his professionalism that he only bats sylus's tail away instead. ]
I don't suppose you're planning on stripping down right here.
[ jk, or am i. in reality, i just need to make up for the worst typo in my last tag
acquiring information on a doctor isn't impossible for onychinus' so-called boss, but he doesn't think he necessarily has to go very far to keep tabs on him. whether it's the medical breakthroughs he's carefully crafted through his empirical methods, or otherwise, sylus would argue it's almost as if he had nothing to hide at all. but, perhaps that's what makes it all the more enticing. if there's nothing salacious he could gather on him just by digging, then wouldn't that be an invitation in and of itself for him to be the first to delve in that deeply. ... and just as he thought, that scent that wafts in the air is enough to for him to realize this was the correct call.
as much as zayne knows of alphas, surely sylus isn't blind to, either. zayne's posture gives all the makings of clear professionalism. as if he's put forth an effort into appearing perfectly apathetic, distant enough from the standpoint of a doctor and his patient. but, as far as he was concerned— boundaries existed to be crossed, and every bit of metaphorical distance meant to be conquered. if he was excited before, he certainly is now.
when his tail is brushed away, sylus can't help but feel the way his lips quirk upwards. there's no hint of offense as much as there is a small, dark chuckle. ] And if I am? [ it's as much as a challenge as any, and just like that he's already using one hand to undo one button and then the next. ]
You can't possibly check me out with my clothes on, doctor. [ he says this a less of a title, as much as he puts emphasis on it as if it were a pet name shared between lovers. another version of kitten, perhaps...
though, considering the way his ears are moving, maybe kitten would have fit well enough. ]
give zayne one of those cherry cordial choco things, it'll change
[ i didn't notice but then again i feel like i black out between these tags
honestly.
leave it to sylus, the so-called alpha of the n109 zone, to take cold reception and consider it a challenge accepted, a boundary to be crossed instead of a hard lined demarcation. really. zaye should have expected as much, and the breath he releases is as frustrated as it is a sigh, an exhale roughened by impatience or maybe the fact that his suppressants must be wearing off if he can detect a faint whiff of something musky in the air as a sliver of skin opens down the other man's chest— ]
I don't need to see that to know that you're sick.
[ really? right here in front of the doorway?? not that zayne knows anything of the twins under sylus's keep or if there's anyone else in the base to intercept escape should the good doctor decide to up and leave after all.
it doesn't matter. no matter the fever heat of another human (cat?) body in his vicinity, he has too much invested in propriety to submit to violent impulses. so while sylus unbuttons slowly, zayne only averts his eyes and grabs the other man by the wrist, sharply, a little too hard to bruise while he's hauling him bodily down the hallway to find some privacy elsewhere. ]
Stripping down in the hallway. You'd catch a cold.
[ that is so fair... we must do what we can to preserve ourselves
akin to zayne's bold statement that borders on audacious, sylus can also use his eyes just as well. "i don't need to see that to know you're sick." he also doesn't need a lot to see that in spite of the doctor's clear exasperation, there's a hint of something else beneath the surface. as an alpha, it's clear for them to see between the lines of distinguishes them from betas or omegas. while zayne's own scent shouldn't appeal to him like this, it does. like a predator's appetite in which has just be whet, he can almost feel himself salivating to the tantalizing smell and touch.
the grip is firm. ] Is that all I'll catch? [ he says as his hands move upwards, letting himself grip zayne back with equal intensity. if there's space for him to slip his fingers in, he does. below the material of his shirt, just enough for him to catch any hint of latent heat that's beneath his clothes. ]
With the way you're pulling me, I would believe you knew the layout of this hideout better than I do. [ or so he says, but he's also tilting his head, giving subtle hints to which room they should head in. the one to the left the bedroom, the right, the armory. yet, he wouldn't be bothered with either as the location for their liaison (which may just be a doctor's check-up, but isn't everything in the eye of the perceiver?). ]
you somehow manifested the latest event and i want to die
[ give him a moment. maybe two to consider the fork in the road as he considers his options, raised hackles and his ears perked over his head like punctuation, an exclamation mark on high alert.
suppressants do very little on the tail-end of their half-life... something that zayne's coming to find with keen and single-minded focus when the air's thick with a scent that he still can't fully grasp beyond the sheer awareness that it must be there. his tail's lashing behind him in a marked, agitated rhythm. another alpha's scent should set him off for all of the wrong reasons. biology should dictate that aggression comes next, and it does —
the body heat leaching from sylus and along his wrist sparks it, visceral temper in the sudden jackknife of his pulse, how the heat of his own blood pressure makes him dizzy. the look he shoots back at sylus is blatantly unkind, not a hint of bedside manner in the way he tightens his grip and jerks the other man's arm to the side, disrupting all of his grazing touches. not a single ounce of precision in his usual surgical maneuvering.
look. he traveled a long way just for this house call. he could be irritated for any other reason. ]
I don't need to know the layout to understand a check-up shouldn't be done in an open hallway.
[ a low tone, just barely simmering. his touch runs colder than most, but there must be a scorch in the air when his palm feels like it must be burning where he's tugging sylus to the... right? because what better way to cool down than a room full of guns.
and even when zayne registers where it is that he's taken them, that single pause he makes as he considers turning them around and back out, ]
With the way you're behaving, you might as well be in heat. [ with wry, drier humor, as he considers the weapons lining the walls on each side, and the bench that they could use to sit instead of what he's awkwardly doing, standing in the middle of the armory with another man in tow.
an alpha in a heat instead of in a rut. the kind of modern medical miracle that should deserve some study. but there's just a rougher laugh at his own insanity. ] Is that why you called me here?
[ the spark of anger isn't anything unwelcome. instead, he seems to relish in the way he feels his temperature rising (albeit, it's unknown if it's zayne's or his), and he finds an odd sort of attraction to the raw emotions the other man displays without even a hint of reservation. he sees it in the flicks of his tail, or the way in which he truly appears like he's gradually unraveling. then again, it could have merely been a trick of the eyes, and he's willing to give zayne that benefit even if he has all the doubt in the world.
for a man whose entire demeanor seems to be so closely attributed to his role as a doctor, whether it be in his stoicism, or his professionalism— it's a bit entertaining to see him like this. sylus thinks it, even when he can smell their scents intermingling in the air, and every bit of his only causes his body to become progressively warmer. bringing him here appeared to be the right call, and he thinks this even as they make their way to the armory. you'd think the smell of gun powder peppering the air would have made him less stimulated, but zayne's pheromones didn't seem to diminish with it. instead, it seemed just as palpable as before.
is it that it got stronger, or that it was the only thing sylus was focusing on. ] Well, I figured if there's anyone who could solve this little problem for me, it'd be a feisty kitten with too much passion to spare. [ "little," he says, when suppressants haven't been working for him as of late, and his biology and all its carnal implications seems triggered even by the alpha in front of him. ]
What do you think? Describes you perfectly, right? [ he's still holding onto zayne's wrist. even as he draws his other hand up, plucking up the last of his buttons before giving zayne a slight shrug of his shoulders. there's an obvious arrogance and smugness to the gesture, as if he thought he's all but caught him in the palm of his hand...
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the peculiar thing about the word is that unlike other dynamics or descriptors is that the word is less a word than it is an instinct, an intuitive, almost carnal thing. a lifestyle. it’s that it is so ingrained in the individual that there was simply no escape from such a designation. then again, much could be said about predators, as well. perhaps, in some other universe this would be all but amplified as he takes the form of a dragon instead of a caracal
butler, but here he is.it wasn’t unusual in their world for people to have such animal-like attributes. if anything, those who don’t possess ears were far less between. they face no real discrimination, however… at least, not within light of other more inconvenient factors that existed within their society. whether was an alpha, beta, or an omega, for example. but, regardless of how many terms there were for such a thing, sylus remained undeterred and completely unbothered. after all, he didn’t like the concept of ones biology determining their “mate,” if anything, he felt it was akin to an insult. who would mistake the individual who would very well shape the entirety of their future? only a fool.
or so, he might have proclaimed.
he would be the first to cast aside such suggestions, and to be honest, within the scope of all he focuses on, it remained inessential and far removed from his day to day. but, as always, it took very little for this temporary inkling of peace to be shattered. then again, was there truly such a thing as peace when he was so accustomed to sowing chaos? to the same effect, he wasn't the type to think twice if there was something he desired to possess. while unorthodox, he lays a trap like any skilled hunter, or predator would. an enticing offer, a sweet proposal that's laid out thick and fragrant like honey.
in this case, he lures them straight into his home. perhaps, it's under the guise of requiring their services for something that extends beyond just him wanting to breathe in their scent in this proximity. a scant reminder to the all the yearning he feels beneath the surface, but in which he retains his full composure. a flick of his ear, a sweep of his tail, as he lets his tail linger on the tips of their fingers.
a test at its best, a pushing of an invisible boundary at its worst. ] If you like what you see, there's more of it inside. [ does he mean himself, or the treasures that jewels and other shiny items that lay scattered around his adobe.
not me trying so hard to remove the dragon from my mind. ]
i promised horny but i forgot i played a wet blanket
his fault. something that zayne registers keenly as one sleek black ear flicks once in slight irritation on top of his head. perhaps he would've known earlier — before he'd opened the door, for starters — if only the scent blockers and medical suppressants he'd taken prior to his hospital shift hadn't neutralized whatever must still be in the air and cloying. hard to feel like prey when he doesn't yet recognize the danger.
as a doctor, he's probably seen wilder. ]
Truth be told, I'm still trying to discern what it is I'm looking at.
[ and as far as being an alpha goes, zayne can tell the signs of biological interest: dilated pupils, or the racketing up of temperature, almost too hot to touch when sylus's tail slides over each knuckle on the back of his hand with lingering attention.
and, well — he's also an alpha. to not recognize the beginnings of interest would put his own experience if not medical expertise to shame. still, it's a rather intense, mismatched reaction. alpha, beta, or omega — perhaps it's because he's in a constant state of seeing every kind of patient that someone's pheromones had clung too close to his frame.
perhaps. sylus has a pretty face, sharp angles and broad shoulders. taller, too, which is a strange thing to register, viscerally, when zayne's typically a head or so taller than his colleagues. it isn't insecurity, but something else that almost catches him off guard, that makes him freeze up and tense along his shoulders as if he's gearing up for a fight.
it speaks to his professionalism that he only bats sylus's tail away instead. ]
I don't suppose you're planning on stripping down right here.
[ ... for his... physical... ]
it's all on sylus now, i see
acquiring information on a doctor isn't impossible for onychinus' so-called boss, but he doesn't think he necessarily has to go very far to keep tabs on him. whether it's the medical breakthroughs he's carefully crafted through his empirical methods, or otherwise, sylus would argue it's almost as if he had nothing to hide at all. but, perhaps that's what makes it all the more enticing. if there's nothing salacious he could gather on him just by digging, then wouldn't that be an invitation in and of itself for him to be the first to delve in that deeply. ... and just as he thought, that scent that wafts in the air is enough to for him to realize this was the correct call.
as much as zayne knows of alphas, surely sylus isn't blind to, either. zayne's posture gives all the makings of clear professionalism. as if he's put forth an effort into appearing perfectly apathetic, distant enough from the standpoint of a doctor and his patient. but, as far as he was concerned— boundaries existed to be crossed, and every bit of metaphorical distance meant to be conquered. if he was excited before, he certainly is now.
when his tail is brushed away, sylus can't help but feel the way his lips quirk upwards. there's no hint of offense as much as there is a small, dark chuckle. ] And if I am? [ it's as much as a challenge as any, and just like that he's already using one hand to undo one button and then the next. ]
You can't possibly check me out with my clothes on, doctor. [ he says this a less of a title, as much as he puts emphasis on it as if it were a pet name shared between lovers. another version of kitten, perhaps...
though, considering the way his ears are moving, maybe kitten would have fit well enough. ]
give zayne one of those cherry cordial choco things, it'll change
honestly.
leave it to sylus, the so-called alpha of the n109 zone, to take cold reception and consider it a challenge accepted, a boundary to be crossed instead of a hard lined demarcation. really. zaye should have expected as much, and the breath he releases is as frustrated as it is a sigh, an exhale roughened by impatience or maybe the fact that his suppressants must be wearing off if he can detect a faint whiff of something musky in the air as a sliver of skin opens down the other man's chest— ]
I don't need to see that to know that you're sick.
[ really? right here in front of the doorway?? not that zayne knows anything of the twins under sylus's keep or if there's anyone else in the base to intercept escape should the good doctor decide to up and leave after all.
it doesn't matter. no matter the fever heat of another human (cat?) body in his vicinity, he has too much invested in propriety to submit to violent impulses. so while sylus unbuttons slowly, zayne only averts his eyes and grabs the other man by the wrist, sharply, a little too hard to bruise while he's hauling him bodily down the hallway to find some privacy elsewhere. ]
Stripping down in the hallway. You'd catch a cold.
you're right, give us absolute zeal zayne
akin to zayne's bold statement that borders on audacious, sylus can also use his eyes just as well. "i don't need to see that to know you're sick." he also doesn't need a lot to see that in spite of the doctor's clear exasperation, there's a hint of something else beneath the surface. as an alpha, it's clear for them to see between the lines of distinguishes them from betas or omegas. while zayne's own scent shouldn't appeal to him like this, it does. like a predator's appetite in which has just be whet, he can almost feel himself salivating to the tantalizing smell and touch.
the grip is firm. ] Is that all I'll catch? [ he says as his hands move upwards, letting himself grip zayne back with equal intensity. if there's space for him to slip his fingers in, he does. below the material of his shirt, just enough for him to catch any hint of latent heat that's beneath his clothes. ]
With the way you're pulling me, I would believe you knew the layout of this hideout better than I do. [ or so he says, but he's also tilting his head, giving subtle hints to which room they should head in. the one to the left the bedroom, the right, the armory. yet, he wouldn't be bothered with either as the location for their liaison (which may just be a doctor's check-up, but isn't everything in the eye of the perceiver?). ]
you somehow manifested the latest event and i want to die
suppressants do very little on the tail-end of their half-life... something that zayne's coming to find with keen and single-minded focus when the air's thick with a scent that he still can't fully grasp beyond the sheer awareness that it must be there. his tail's lashing behind him in a marked, agitated rhythm. another alpha's scent should set him off for all of the wrong reasons. biology should dictate that aggression comes next, and it does —
the body heat leaching from sylus and along his wrist sparks it, visceral temper in the sudden jackknife of his pulse, how the heat of his own blood pressure makes him dizzy. the look he shoots back at sylus is blatantly unkind, not a hint of bedside manner in the way he tightens his grip and jerks the other man's arm to the side, disrupting all of his grazing touches. not a single ounce of precision in his usual surgical maneuvering.
look. he traveled a long way just for this house call. he could be irritated for any other reason. ]
I don't need to know the layout to understand a check-up shouldn't be done in an open hallway.
[ a low tone, just barely simmering. his touch runs colder than most, but there must be a scorch in the air when his palm feels like it must be burning where he's tugging sylus to the... right? because what better way to cool down than a room full of guns.
and even when zayne registers where it is that he's taken them, that single pause he makes as he considers turning them around and back out, ]
With the way you're behaving, you might as well be in heat. [ with wry, drier humor, as he considers the weapons lining the walls on each side, and the bench that they could use to sit instead of what he's awkwardly doing, standing in the middle of the armory with another man in tow.
an alpha in a heat instead of in a rut. the kind of modern medical miracle that should deserve some study. but there's just a rougher laugh at his own insanity. ] Is that why you called me here?
ME!?!?! this is a collective effort
for a man whose entire demeanor seems to be so closely attributed to his role as a doctor, whether it be in his stoicism, or his professionalism— it's a bit entertaining to see him like this. sylus thinks it, even when he can smell their scents intermingling in the air, and every bit of his only causes his body to become progressively warmer. bringing him here appeared to be the right call, and he thinks this even as they make their way to the armory. you'd think the smell of gun powder peppering the air would have made him less stimulated, but zayne's pheromones didn't seem to diminish with it. instead, it seemed just as palpable as before.
is it that it got stronger, or that it was the only thing sylus was focusing on. ] Well, I figured if there's anyone who could solve this little problem for me, it'd be a feisty kitten with too much passion to spare. [ "little," he says, when suppressants haven't been working for him as of late, and his biology and all its carnal implications seems triggered even by the alpha in front of him. ]
What do you think? Describes you perfectly, right? [ he's still holding onto zayne's wrist. even as he draws his other hand up, plucking up the last of his buttons before giving zayne a slight shrug of his shoulders. there's an obvious arrogance and smugness to the gesture, as if he thought he's all but caught him in the palm of his hand...
... and not just literally. ]