[ Hank lets Gavin go. He can't jut keep him captive in his house, he has no interest in ruining his life any more than he needs to, so he lets the kid go home. He definitely feels a little weird about letting him out of his sight, but he's not about to be the kind of alpha that starts a weird commune and forces his betas to live with him. He can survive some time apart from Gavin, especially since he can kinda feel him through this bond they now share.
Besides, Hank may have made Gavin his beta, but he still has Connor to worry about. The android is supportive, though he expresses concern given Gavin's less than stellar track record regarding his attitude towards androids. Yeah, that's totally fair, but consider—the dude's brother is Elijah Kamski. Anyone would come out with issues growing up with that.
In any case, Hank tries not to spend the rest of their day apart just thinking about him. He cleans up the basement, takes Sumo for a walk with Connor and enjoys a night to himself for the most part. He can feel Gavin's presence in the back of his mind, content and peaceful, which is nice. It's even nicer when that presence turns into—well, Hank's not sure what it is at first, but the arousal that hits him definitely isn't his.
Oh. That's interesting. Picturing Gavin touching his mark while jerking off is... Well, it sure is something. At least Hank doesn't have to worry about those lonely nights apparently, if Gavin was having them too. They will never talk about this, but it's good to know.
Still, getting back to work is just like any other day as far as Hank is concerned. He bathes, he shaves, he feels a little better than usual but not all they much. He shows up, that's the important thing. He dodges Fowler and he sits in his desk to start catching up on paperwork, even chats it up with Chris to catch up on how his kid is doing.
He doesn't expect the fucking heart attack he gets when he spots Gavin Reed waltzing into the precinct looking like a damn runway model. Okay, maybe it's just him who thinks that, but holy fuck. In the years Hank has known Gavin, he's never known him to be this fucking hot. The hair, the beard, the piercing? The jacket? Holy fuck, Hank has to hold himself back at the sight of him.
For one thing, that's his beta. He should get first dibs (and they're mated of course, the urge to take him and remind everyone is incredibly strong,) but then there's this new kid and he won't stop staring at Gavin's ass and it's pissing Hank off something fierce.
Finally, Hank just has to stand up and do something. He isn't gonna stand for this—nobody flirts with his beta but him. Which is how Hank ends up storming his way up to the coffee machine, (despite Connor's protests,) making the walk over as intimidating as possible. I mean Hank definitely has the angry alpha look down too. He steps up behind the new kid quietly, speaking up right when he's close enough to tower over him. ]
You gonna get back to work, kid? Or did they add 'kissing ass' to the on boarding process around here?
[ Gavin's definitely loving the attention, it's amusing him to no end. No harm in some flirting, right? The new guy's arousal is almost palpable; he gets a kick out of hearing his heartbeat tick up when he reaches over and brushes a hand against his as he shows him how the coffee maker works.
But then Hank is walking in— he knew the man was here, of course he did, but getting closer in proximity makes his blood start to sing and warm. The kid frowns when he notices Gavin light up at someone behind his shoulder.
Gavin feels a shiver run down his spine, but he leans against the counter easily. Eyelids hooded, tilting his shoulders so a little expanse of neck is shown. ]
Just showing 'im how to work the coffee maker, we'll get back to work in a minute.
[ Hank what have you done!! Gavin's your beta, your mate but he's also gonna tease the fuck out of you because he can. He wants to see what you'll do. (It's a Kamski twin thing, evidently.) ]
[ Fuck, look at that neck. Hank licks his lips at the sight of it -- he knows what Gavin tastes like, he knows the mark is his but it still hits him deep to see it. Fucking stop being this hot? It's unfair? ]
It's a coffee maker. [ Hank steps up into their space, angrily pressing the buttons on the coffee maker to produce, you guessed it: a cup of coffee. ] You add coffee, you press the button. Ta-fucking-da.
[ You're not supposed to use your werewolf powers for evil, Gavin! Hank sure isn't, even if he could probably use his Alpha Voice to put Gavin in his place. ]
[ It's pretty impressive what just giving a shit about your appearance can do for a guy, that's for sure. And you're so funny, Hank. He hadn't even done anything, the new guy was the one who instigated the flirty looks.
It's not like he'd do anything about it. Deep down, he still knows he's Hank's mate. Beta. Just his. This new guy is cute and all but what could he offer him? A bad one night stand and awkward working relationship forever after that? Please. He's over it.
Said poor new guy just turns bright red and fumbles for his coffee, muttering 'thanks' and 'sorry' before scuttling away. Gavin sighs dramatically and stands up straight, reaching up to scratch at his neck. No over the mark, but very close. ]
Good morning to you too. [ You gonna pee on him or something to mark him too? ...hm, yeah, definitely not into that. Thank fuck for small favors. ]
Yeah, great. [ Hank crosses his arms, holding back the urge to touch Gavin and take him aside. ] I love getting up early and walking in to work to find out you got some hot makeover while I wasn't looking.
[ Hey, did you see that? He called Gavin hot. Don't let it go to your head or anything. Hank's just defending what's his. And honestly just the way Gavin shows off his neck is a mix of hot and infuriating that Hank hasn't felt since he was crushing on his teachers in high school. Christ. ]
[ He definitely... flutters a little at the compliment. Definitely bats his eyelashes a little, shifting positions to one not quite as overtly confident. He reaches up and scratches at the freshly shaved part of his head. ]
Just gave myself a haircut, I hardly look any different from the last time I saw you.
[ He drops his hands and shoves them in his jacket pockets, going back to grinning lazily. Maybe that's what he wants you to do? The primal part of him wanting everyone in this place to know who he belongs to... oh fuck, they're certainly getting weird. Gavin can't really care. ]
I'm feeling fuckin' fantastic, thanks for asking. I think this is gonna work out great. [ He steps a little closer, going up on his tip toes, dropping his voice down an octave. ] For both of us.
You know you do, asshole. You're "strutting," for shit's sake.
[ And yeah, it maybe feels nice to scare people off from Gavin but he also doesn't want to just be a huge territorial dick, he's got too many years of not following his instincts to just give in now. Even if it would feel really good. ]
Fuck. [ Yeah, being that close and taking in his scent and his everything sure is something. Hank takes a deep breath through his nose. Unfortunately because this is an alpha thing, he isn't going to be the first one to back down. ] Would it kill you to be subtle, Reed?
[ It's such a rush, knowing he has this effect on Hank. He chuckles and pulls back, putting a hand on his chest. ]
So? I'm not allowed to strut from time to time? I've felt and looked like shit for years, I'm just having some fun now.
[ The pressure deep in his chest, sensing his alpha's... discomfort, let's say, is making his blood and bone hum in quite an interesting way. This is what happens when you mate your newly formed beta, Hank. He knows how important he is, how strong he is... ]
Never been particularly subtle, anyway. [ He looks at his nails for a moment. ] But I'm not gonna jump anybody who pays me any attention, so stop being so jealous.
[ Hank stops himself, releasing a full-bodied sigh and counting backwards in his head. They're at work. They're just packmates. This isn't the time. But he really has created a monster. Gavin must've gone from scared puppy to cocky werewolf in record time. Hank doesn't regret saving his life, obviously, but at this rate Gavin's going to make work an exercise in restraint. A lot of restraint. Gavin would be so fucked if his alpha was anyone but Hank. ]
Christ.
[ Gavin's words make Hank blush. But this being Hank, he hides that blush with anger. He wants to growl and yell "I'm not jealous!" but he knows that would be exactly what Gavin wants to hear. And also they're at work. They can't do this here. Hank wants to say more but they really don't need to broadcast to the whole office that there's something going on between them. He just glares, the quietest growl forcing its way out of him as he speaks: ]
[ That makes Gavin grin the toothiest, Chesire Cat inspired grin of all. Yes... that's what he wanted. Wanting to see what his alpha's, mate's, restraint was like. It's a warm curl in his belly, a purr so deep it hits his spine. ]
Hard to...?
[ But oh, the growl. It seems to ground him suddenly, sending a roll throughout his body that seals him to the floor. Ah, yes, time to listen. He's had his fun. Gavin lets out a faint sigh through his lips, a hoarse exhale, and puts his hand over his bite mark. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm going. [ He presses then drops his hand, turning to head back to his desk. Guess he'll start with the hundreds of emails he undoubtedly has by now... ]
[ Yeah, Gavin's definitely testing him with this. Hank may not last all day if he has to see Gavin strutting around in his damn New Look, which just happens to be really hot? Christ, how is it this hard to resist him? And that grin -- it's the shittiest Hank has ever seen him make yet it fills him with something like affection for the kid. Christ.
The hand on his mark makes Hank have to suppress a shudder. Just how many times is Gavin gonna touch that mark? Did he feel something too, or was it just a habit at this point? Hank wants to know. He wants to take Gavin where he stands and show everyone who's his alpha and -- fuck. ]
Just. [ Hank sighs, watching Gavin turn around. Goddammit did he always have such a nice ass? ] We'll talk later, alright? Lunch.
[ It reminds him of their bond, of Hank saving him when he was so close to death... he's indebted to him for the rest of his life, even beyond all this werewolf tomfoolery.
His ass is literally the same as it's always been, Hank. (Barely even there.) He turns his head to look at him, smiling genuinely at the suggestion of having lunch together. (A date?! No it's not a date chill.) ]
Yeah? Sounds good. Come get me then.
[ Off he goes back to his desk with a spring in his step!! At least being off meant there's work for him to do so he doesn't get bored and play on his phone like usual.
Tina comes in at some point and whistles at him, asking what's with the makeover. He laughs and spins in his chair, deciding to just go with 'new nose, new me' and everything. He likes Tina, she's always been one of the people who puts up with his shit. She ruffles his hair and just makes a quip about not getting a big head out of it before heading off to her duties.
Chris has been giving him A Look all day. Then looking at Hank, then back at him. Gavin just knows he definitely isn't buying the hospital stay thing, but he hasn't said anything yet... Chris is a good dude. Too good to be Gavin's friend, really. So he asks him about his daughter and his wife, normal conversation.
And then it's lunch time. He said he'd wait for you to come get him, Hank. He leans back in his chair, exposing his neck. ]
[ Genuine smiles from Gavin are always so rare that it makes Hank want to curse himself. He's so stupid. Why is this affecting him like this? Where did these instincts come from and why is he acting so stupid over Gavin fucking Reed? Or Ezra Kamski, as Hank knows him now. Fuck, the knowledge that he knew some deep secret of Gavin's pleases some deep part of him. Like Gavin is his, like only he's allowed to know the real him.
Christ, he's turning into a fucking asshole. Hank might feel less shit than he normally does after the full moon, but he's already exhausted from having to hold himself back. He storms his way back to his desk with a shitty cup of coffee and goes back to work, burying himself in paperwork to try and keep himself from staring up at Gavin every five seconds. Connor expresses concern for him, offering to take some of his workload off his plate since he seems quote; "particularly irritable today."
Hank very politely tells him to fuck off. Which naturally Connor takes as an invitation to over-analyze the situation. Thank God Fowler's too busy to notice today's nonsense or Hank would seriously be in for it. Instead he just has to deal with Connor's dm'ing his terminal. ]
RK800-52: I think it's good that you agreed to take lunch with Detective Reed. The two of you clearly need to set up boundaries for work. I have detected a strong increase in pheromone production from both of you, which I understand can make things especially difficult given your conditions.
LTANDRSN: what part of fuck off didnt you get connor
RK800-52: I understand you have grown accustomed to dealing with these problems alone, but you do not have to. Please know I am here for you if you should need anything, Hank.
[ Hank snorts, rolling his eyes but appreciating the gesture nonetheless. It's about lunch time anyway, thank god. Hank stands from his desk and stretches his arms above his head, grabbing his keys and stopping by Gavin's desk on his way out. Fuck, he's gonna have to get him to start wearing scarves, this baring his neck thing makes Hank's jaw hurt. He wants to bite him so bad. ]
[ He senses Hank coming over before he sees him, opening his eyes with a grin. He drops his feet to the floor and stands up in a very fluid motion. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he grins. ]
I'd be the prettiest goddamn princess. Yeah, let's go. What're you in the mood for? Gary's truck like always?
[ He's known Hank's been irritable all morning and it's been amusing him endlessly. Connor's given him a few looks and they've had a few brief conversations, but still. ]
[ You just got so graceful, didn't you Gavin. Or maybe Hank just hasn't been paying attention for the last decade or so that they've known each other. Maybe a familiar place to eat will improve his mood. Maybe. ]
Yeah. I'll drive.
[ Hank's angry alpha instincts keep waging war with him on the inside, it takes all his strength not to grab Gavin by the collar and drag him to the car. Maybe once they have some privacy, Hank can let himself go, just a bit. For now though, he's keeping his distance. For everyone's sake. He shoots Gavin a look and expects him to follow as he turns to leave. ]
[ Little bit of both, really. He follows after Hank with that same spring in his step, grinning to himself.
This is really fun. And it's definitely not just fun because of the werewolf thing... innate family traits. Sorry Hank, you've brought the Kamski back out of him. He settles into Hank's car and kicks his feet up on the dash, insufferably casual. ]
[ Thank god once they're in the car and Hank starts the engine, he can finally take a breath and growl over the hum of the engine. ]
Are you having fun, asshole?
[ It really is the Kamski in him, isn't it. Why did Gavin have to be a Kamski? Why couldn't he be a normal fucking human being like everyone else? Well, except they're werewolves, but that's not the point. Hank grabs Gavin by the back of the neck, his eyes turning gold as his fingers just barely turn to claws. This is him dialing the alpha back, you can imagine what it'd be like if he wasn't in control... ]
You know how it's fucking going, now put your seatbelt on.
[ But then, oh~ Yes... that's what he wanted. Oh baby. He keeps grinning, but a warm flush starts to color his cheeks as he feels the faint pricks of his claws. Gavin starts to purr under his breath. ]
Yessir. [ A toothy grin, a flash of amber. ] I will once you let me go.
[ Yeah, fuck. Hank can tell what that's doing to him and he lets go, giving Gavin a chance to actually get buckled in. He has to take a breath to keep his instincts down, because what he really wants to do is fuck Reed in the middle of the parking lot and wow, what the fuck? That needs to not be a thing. They're just packmates. Just an alpha and his beta. ]
Are you trying to piss me off, Reed? [ There's another growl in his voice, this one more frustrated than anything. Sexually frustrated. ] This is serious.
[ Now wouldn't that be fun! Gavin grins and settles in properly to the car, clicking himself into the seat belt. He crosses his arms and leans back in the seat. ]
I'm not trying to do anything. [ Only like... half of a lie. ] I thought you'd be proud I'm not scared of my own shadow anymore.
[ He chuckles. ] You're the one trying to give off enough Alpha Vibes that it'll cover the whole damn city.
[ Hank takes a steadying breath, taking them out on the road. Focusing on driving is at least helping a little. Despite all the shit, Hank really does want to be there for Gavin so that takes first priority in his mind. He's supposed to be an alpha for his pack above all else. ]
[ He struggles to keep the words even but it's great, isn't it? It is. So why is it so hard for Hank to keep a lid on his own shit?? Oh, yeah, the alpha bullshit. It felt so nice yesterday, why is it so much harder today? ]
Look -- I've never...
[ He casts a look at Gavin. It's not really Gavin's fault Hank is so horny for him, is it? Of course it's not, Gavin wouldn't have purposely dressed himself up today just to get Hank's attention. That's delusional. Hank is the one who put him in this mess. He doesn't need to put his own shit on Gavin. ]
I'll try and tone it down, okay? You're making this really fucking hard for me, but that ain't your damn fault. I just gotta get my shit together.
[ Sorry your alpha has shitty fucking self-esteem, Gavin. ]
[ ...oh. Gavin deflates a little, shoulders lowering into a more casual posture. He'd been having fun just because he was assuming this was just a fun romp, a power play in public to see how things went. He doesn't... want Hank to genuinely feel bad.
It makes his chest ache a little, ribs seeming to squeeze his lungs. And he doesn't want to make things hard for him.
Gavin looks at his nails, picking some dirt out from under them. ]
Don't beat yourself up over it too much. You're doing fine. I was just... I dunno. Maybe I was a little drunk on it all. Didn't mean to stress you out.
[ He puts his hands down on his lap, tapping at his jeans. ] It's no fun if it's really buggin' you.
[ Hank rolls his eyes. So you're just being an asshole then, great. Though he has to admit the cocky attitude was infuriating, it was a little hot, too. Actually, really hot. Which was the whole problem, wasn't it? At least Gavin isn't really giving him shit for being a bad alpha. Though he probably is. ]
We can't do this shit at work, okay? Fowler knows -- he's gonna pick up on it, it's just a matter of damn time. Plus we're surrounded by fucking detectives. Somebody's gonna connect the dots and then...
[ Then someone knows a hunter, and someone calls that hunter, and then they're well and truly fucked, because there's no outcome that doesn't end with someone dead. Hank runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He doesn't want to get into that particular line of thinking. ]
We have to keep our heads down, got it? I know it makes me a huge fucking buzzkill, but you can't go waving your dick around in public. This thing we have -- yeah, it saved your life, but it's a curse.
[ Or maybe Hank has spent too many years repressing himself and he's just being overly cautious but either way. He's... just worried, deep down. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know. [ He looks to Hank, a brow raised. ] You know I'm not exactly known for being quiet and demure, right? I don't think anybody's gonna notice anything too different.
[ You and Gavin getting into fights has been pretty common over the years, Hank. But the rest of what he says makes him sigh again, nodding. He gets it, Hank's just protective. He has to be, with everything he's lost, right? Gavin's only had to look after himself for so long... ]
I know, I won't do anything stupid to get us in trouble. [ He keeps tapping his fingers against his knees. ] Just don't go growling and waving your dick around too much either. It was hardly just me, buddy.
[ He looks back at him. ] And isn't the whole point that eventually I can protect myself anyway?
You really think coming to work with a "nose job" and a new haircut isn't suspicious? The guys probably all think you got yourself some new, hot boyfriend you're trying to impress.
[ Which is hilarious from Hank's perspective since he doesn't see himself as anything less than sloppy seconds. But yeah, Hank needs to tone it down. He gets that. He sighs, turning them into the parking lot. ]
I'm still figuring out this alpha shit, but you're right -- I don't need to get into a fucking dick-waving contest with every loser who tries to get in your pants. It's just... [ He's gonna say something he regrets, but it's just them. Gavin's heard stranger. As growl builds in his chest as he speaks, instinct lacing his words with desire. ] I get this urge like I don't wanna share you with anybody, like you're my responsibility and I wanna let everybody know that they should keep their hands off of you. [ He releases the steering-wheel, shaking his head to knock himself out of it. ]
You know. Like an asshole. You being able to defend yourself is more important some stupid fucking urges.
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Besides, Hank may have made Gavin his beta, but he still has Connor to worry about. The android is supportive, though he expresses concern given Gavin's less than stellar track record regarding his attitude towards androids. Yeah, that's totally fair, but consider—the dude's brother is Elijah Kamski. Anyone would come out with issues growing up with that.
In any case, Hank tries not to spend the rest of their day apart just thinking about him. He cleans up the basement, takes Sumo for a walk with Connor and enjoys a night to himself for the most part. He can feel Gavin's presence in the back of his mind, content and peaceful, which is nice. It's even nicer when that presence turns into—well, Hank's not sure what it is at first, but the arousal that hits him definitely isn't his.
Oh. That's interesting. Picturing Gavin touching his mark while jerking off is... Well, it sure is something. At least Hank doesn't have to worry about those lonely nights apparently, if Gavin was having them too. They will never talk about this, but it's good to know.
Still, getting back to work is just like any other day as far as Hank is concerned. He bathes, he shaves, he feels a little better than usual but not all they much. He shows up, that's the important thing. He dodges Fowler and he sits in his desk to start catching up on paperwork, even chats it up with Chris to catch up on how his kid is doing.
He doesn't expect the fucking heart attack he gets when he spots Gavin Reed waltzing into the precinct looking like a damn runway model. Okay, maybe it's just him who thinks that, but holy fuck. In the years Hank has known Gavin, he's never known him to be this fucking hot. The hair, the beard, the piercing? The jacket? Holy fuck, Hank has to hold himself back at the sight of him.
For one thing, that's his beta. He should get first dibs (and they're mated of course, the urge to take him and remind everyone is incredibly strong,) but then there's this new kid and he won't stop staring at Gavin's ass and it's pissing Hank off something fierce.
Finally, Hank just has to stand up and do something. He isn't gonna stand for this—nobody flirts with his beta but him. Which is how Hank ends up storming his way up to the coffee machine, (despite Connor's protests,) making the walk over as intimidating as possible. I mean Hank definitely has the angry alpha look down too. He steps up behind the new kid quietly, speaking up right when he's close enough to tower over him. ]
You gonna get back to work, kid? Or did they add 'kissing ass' to the on boarding process around here?
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But then Hank is walking in— he knew the man was here, of course he did, but getting closer in proximity makes his blood start to sing and warm. The kid frowns when he notices Gavin light up at someone behind his shoulder.
Gavin feels a shiver run down his spine, but he leans against the counter easily. Eyelids hooded, tilting his shoulders so a little expanse of neck is shown. ]
Just showing 'im how to work the coffee maker, we'll get back to work in a minute.
[ Hank what have you done!! Gavin's your beta, your mate but he's also gonna tease the fuck out of you because he can. He wants to see what you'll do. (It's a Kamski twin thing, evidently.) ]
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It's a coffee maker. [ Hank steps up into their space, angrily pressing the buttons on the coffee maker to produce, you guessed it: a cup of coffee. ] You add coffee, you press the button. Ta-fucking-da.
[ You're not supposed to use your werewolf powers for evil, Gavin! Hank sure isn't, even if he could probably use his Alpha Voice to put Gavin in his place. ]
Get back to work.
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It's not like he'd do anything about it. Deep down, he still knows he's Hank's mate. Beta. Just his. This new guy is cute and all but what could he offer him? A bad one night stand and awkward working relationship forever after that? Please. He's over it.
Said poor new guy just turns bright red and fumbles for his coffee, muttering 'thanks' and 'sorry' before scuttling away. Gavin sighs dramatically and stands up straight, reaching up to scratch at his neck. No over the mark, but very close. ]
Good morning to you too. [ You gonna pee on him or something to mark him too? ...hm, yeah, definitely not into that. Thank fuck for small favors. ]
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[ Hey, did you see that? He called Gavin hot. Don't let it go to your head or anything. Hank's just defending what's his. And honestly just the way Gavin shows off his neck is a mix of hot and infuriating that Hank hasn't felt since he was crushing on his teachers in high school. Christ. ]
But I take it you're feeling better today.
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Just gave myself a haircut, I hardly look any different from the last time I saw you.
[ He drops his hands and shoves them in his jacket pockets, going back to grinning lazily. Maybe that's what he wants you to do? The primal part of him wanting everyone in this place to know who he belongs to... oh fuck, they're certainly getting weird. Gavin can't really care. ]
I'm feeling fuckin' fantastic, thanks for asking. I think this is gonna work out great. [ He steps a little closer, going up on his tip toes, dropping his voice down an octave. ] For both of us.
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[ And yeah, it maybe feels nice to scare people off from Gavin but he also doesn't want to just be a huge territorial dick, he's got too many years of not following his instincts to just give in now. Even if it would feel really good. ]
Fuck. [ Yeah, being that close and taking in his scent and his everything sure is something. Hank takes a deep breath through his nose. Unfortunately because this is an alpha thing, he isn't going to be the first one to back down. ] Would it kill you to be subtle, Reed?
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So? I'm not allowed to strut from time to time? I've felt and looked like shit for years, I'm just having some fun now.
[ The pressure deep in his chest, sensing his alpha's... discomfort, let's say, is making his blood and bone hum in quite an interesting way. This is what happens when you mate your newly formed beta, Hank. He knows how important he is, how strong he is... ]
Never been particularly subtle, anyway. [ He looks at his nails for a moment. ] But I'm not gonna jump anybody who pays me any attention, so stop being so jealous.
[ ...well that just rolled out of his mouth. ]
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[ Hank stops himself, releasing a full-bodied sigh and counting backwards in his head. They're at work. They're just packmates. This isn't the time. But he really has created a monster. Gavin must've gone from scared puppy to cocky werewolf in record time. Hank doesn't regret saving his life, obviously, but at this rate Gavin's going to make work an exercise in restraint. A lot of restraint. Gavin would be so fucked if his alpha was anyone but Hank. ]
Christ.
[ Gavin's words make Hank blush. But this being Hank, he hides that blush with anger. He wants to growl and yell "I'm not jealous!" but he knows that would be exactly what Gavin wants to hear. And also they're at work. They can't do this here. Hank wants to say more but they really don't need to broadcast to the whole office that there's something going on between them. He just glares, the quietest growl forcing its way out of him as he speaks: ]
Just get the fuck back to work.
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Hard to...?
[ But oh, the growl. It seems to ground him suddenly, sending a roll throughout his body that seals him to the floor. Ah, yes, time to listen. He's had his fun. Gavin lets out a faint sigh through his lips, a hoarse exhale, and puts his hand over his bite mark. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm going. [ He presses then drops his hand, turning to head back to his desk. Guess he'll start with the hundreds of emails he undoubtedly has by now... ]
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The hand on his mark makes Hank have to suppress a shudder. Just how many times is Gavin gonna touch that mark? Did he feel something too, or was it just a habit at this point? Hank wants to know. He wants to take Gavin where he stands and show everyone who's his alpha and -- fuck. ]
Just. [ Hank sighs, watching Gavin turn around. Goddammit did he always have such a nice ass? ] We'll talk later, alright? Lunch.
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His ass is literally the same as it's always been, Hank. (Barely even there.) He turns his head to look at him, smiling genuinely at the suggestion of having lunch together. (A date?! No it's not a date chill.) ]
Yeah? Sounds good. Come get me then.
[ Off he goes back to his desk with a spring in his step!! At least being off meant there's work for him to do so he doesn't get bored and play on his phone like usual.
Tina comes in at some point and whistles at him, asking what's with the makeover. He laughs and spins in his chair, deciding to just go with 'new nose, new me' and everything. He likes Tina, she's always been one of the people who puts up with his shit. She ruffles his hair and just makes a quip about not getting a big head out of it before heading off to her duties.
Chris has been giving him A Look all day. Then looking at Hank, then back at him. Gavin just knows he definitely isn't buying the hospital stay thing, but he hasn't said anything yet... Chris is a good dude. Too good to be Gavin's friend, really. So he asks him about his daughter and his wife, normal conversation.
And then it's lunch time. He said he'd wait for you to come get him, Hank. He leans back in his chair, exposing his neck. ]
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Christ, he's turning into a fucking asshole. Hank might feel less shit than he normally does after the full moon, but he's already exhausted from having to hold himself back. He storms his way back to his desk with a shitty cup of coffee and goes back to work, burying himself in paperwork to try and keep himself from staring up at Gavin every five seconds. Connor expresses concern for him, offering to take some of his workload off his plate since he seems quote; "particularly irritable today."
Hank very politely tells him to fuck off. Which naturally Connor takes as an invitation to over-analyze the situation. Thank God Fowler's too busy to notice today's nonsense or Hank would seriously be in for it. Instead he just has to deal with Connor's dm'ing his terminal. ]
RK800-52: I think it's good that you agreed to take lunch with Detective Reed. The two of you clearly need to set up boundaries for work. I have detected a strong increase in pheromone production from both of you, which I understand can make things especially difficult given your conditions.
LTANDRSN: what part of fuck off didnt you get connor
RK800-52: I understand you have grown accustomed to dealing with these problems alone, but you do not have to. Please know I am here for you if you should need anything, Hank.
[ Hank snorts, rolling his eyes but appreciating the gesture nonetheless. It's about lunch time anyway, thank god. Hank stands from his desk and stretches his arms above his head, grabbing his keys and stopping by Gavin's desk on his way out. Fuck, he's gonna have to get him to start wearing scarves, this baring his neck thing makes Hank's jaw hurt. He wants to bite him so bad. ]
Ready to go, princess?
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I'd be the prettiest goddamn princess. Yeah, let's go. What're you in the mood for? Gary's truck like always?
[ He's known Hank's been irritable all morning and it's been amusing him endlessly. Connor's given him a few looks and they've had a few brief conversations, but still. ]
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Yeah. I'll drive.
[ Hank's angry alpha instincts keep waging war with him on the inside, it takes all his strength not to grab Gavin by the collar and drag him to the car. Maybe once they have some privacy, Hank can let himself go, just a bit. For now though, he's keeping his distance. For everyone's sake. He shoots Gavin a look and expects him to follow as he turns to leave. ]
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This is really fun. And it's definitely not just fun because of the werewolf thing... innate family traits. Sorry Hank, you've brought the Kamski back out of him. He settles into Hank's car and kicks his feet up on the dash, insufferably casual. ]
So how's that triple homicide going?
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Are you having fun, asshole?
[ It really is the Kamski in him, isn't it. Why did Gavin have to be a Kamski? Why couldn't he be a normal fucking human being like everyone else? Well, except they're werewolves, but that's not the point. Hank grabs Gavin by the back of the neck, his eyes turning gold as his fingers just barely turn to claws. This is him dialing the alpha back, you can imagine what it'd be like if he wasn't in control... ]
You know how it's fucking going, now put your seatbelt on.
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[ But then, oh~ Yes... that's what he wanted. Oh baby. He keeps grinning, but a warm flush starts to color his cheeks as he feels the faint pricks of his claws. Gavin starts to purr under his breath. ]
Yessir. [ A toothy grin, a flash of amber. ] I will once you let me go.
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[ Yeah, fuck. Hank can tell what that's doing to him and he lets go, giving Gavin a chance to actually get buckled in. He has to take a breath to keep his instincts down, because what he really wants to do is fuck Reed in the middle of the parking lot and wow, what the fuck? That needs to not be a thing. They're just packmates. Just an alpha and his beta. ]
Are you trying to piss me off, Reed? [ There's another growl in his voice, this one more frustrated than anything. Sexually frustrated. ] This is serious.
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I'm not trying to do anything. [ Only like... half of a lie. ] I thought you'd be proud I'm not scared of my own shadow anymore.
[ He chuckles. ] You're the one trying to give off enough Alpha Vibes that it'll cover the whole damn city.
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I'm... glad you're feeling better. Seriously. That's great.
[ He struggles to keep the words even but it's great, isn't it? It is. So why is it so hard for Hank to keep a lid on his own shit?? Oh, yeah, the alpha bullshit. It felt so nice yesterday, why is it so much harder today? ]
Look -- I've never...
[ He casts a look at Gavin. It's not really Gavin's fault Hank is so horny for him, is it? Of course it's not, Gavin wouldn't have purposely dressed himself up today just to get Hank's attention. That's delusional. Hank is the one who put him in this mess. He doesn't need to put his own shit on Gavin. ]
I'll try and tone it down, okay? You're making this really fucking hard for me, but that ain't your damn fault. I just gotta get my shit together.
[ Sorry your alpha has shitty fucking self-esteem, Gavin. ]
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It makes his chest ache a little, ribs seeming to squeeze his lungs. And he doesn't want to make things hard for him.
Gavin looks at his nails, picking some dirt out from under them. ]
Don't beat yourself up over it too much. You're doing fine. I was just... I dunno. Maybe I was a little drunk on it all. Didn't mean to stress you out.
[ He puts his hands down on his lap, tapping at his jeans. ] It's no fun if it's really buggin' you.
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We can't do this shit at work, okay? Fowler knows -- he's gonna pick up on it, it's just a matter of damn time. Plus we're surrounded by fucking detectives. Somebody's gonna connect the dots and then...
[ Then someone knows a hunter, and someone calls that hunter, and then they're well and truly fucked, because there's no outcome that doesn't end with someone dead. Hank runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He doesn't want to get into that particular line of thinking. ]
We have to keep our heads down, got it? I know it makes me a huge fucking buzzkill, but you can't go waving your dick around in public. This thing we have -- yeah, it saved your life, but it's a curse.
[ Or maybe Hank has spent too many years repressing himself and he's just being overly cautious but either way. He's... just worried, deep down. ]
I can't take care of you if we're fucking dead.
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[ You and Gavin getting into fights has been pretty common over the years, Hank. But the rest of what he says makes him sigh again, nodding. He gets it, Hank's just protective. He has to be, with everything he's lost, right? Gavin's only had to look after himself for so long... ]
I know, I won't do anything stupid to get us in trouble. [ He keeps tapping his fingers against his knees. ] Just don't go growling and waving your dick around too much either. It was hardly just me, buddy.
[ He looks back at him. ] And isn't the whole point that eventually I can protect myself anyway?
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You really think coming to work with a "nose job" and a new haircut isn't suspicious? The guys probably all think you got yourself some new, hot boyfriend you're trying to impress.
[ Which is hilarious from Hank's perspective since he doesn't see himself as anything less than sloppy seconds. But yeah, Hank needs to tone it down. He gets that. He sighs, turning them into the parking lot. ]
I'm still figuring out this alpha shit, but you're right -- I don't need to get into a fucking dick-waving contest with every loser who tries to get in your pants. It's just... [ He's gonna say something he regrets, but it's just them. Gavin's heard stranger. As growl builds in his chest as he speaks, instinct lacing his words with desire. ] I get this urge like I don't wanna share you with anybody, like you're my responsibility and I wanna let everybody know that they should keep their hands off of you. [ He releases the steering-wheel, shaking his head to knock himself out of it. ]
You know. Like an asshole. You being able to defend yourself is more important some stupid fucking urges.
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