King aimed for the nuts again... He paled as he missed and kneed Yusef's strong thigh instead.

His action picked out no response from the other person. However, the heavy breathing and the animalistic growl that drew out quietly in front of him in the dark brought cold sweat to form on his skin.

"Yusef!" King trashed when two iron grips pinned him down against the pleasant indulgence of the soft cream wingback sofa that contrasted the frightful faceless silhouette above him.

With both arms and legs useless against the position he was in, King used a different tactic-he still has his teeth.

He tried to flail around against the shackles that caged him until his wandering mouth reached out onto something, and he grabbed and bit down like his life depended on it. Or more like his chastity.

A painful snarl followed. King wasn't even sure if it was Yusef who was there with him or an animal that took up a human-like figure.

Suddenly, two eyes flashed, glowing enchantingly bright blue in the abyss in front of King, pushing air back in the werecat's throat. King doubts were thrown off, and he knew it was Yusef who was, indeed, there with him. But at the same moment, it was not him.

Loosed from the grip that caged his wrist and a heavy body that pinned him down, King decided to escap-

King gasped, choking out for air when a hand swooped down and caged his neck on the luxurious surface of the sofa instead. "Y-Yusef!" he hacked out. His heart pounded wildly against his chest and he began kicking and writhing. "Stop-"

"Do not disobey me," Yusef commanded. His voice was different. It was heavier, grunt-like, and sinister.

But King was not one to follow rules. "Fuck you," he spat, rather firmly despite having trouble sucking air in from his clamped neck. He gritted his teeth.

Yusef snarled again, more savagely. King was too shocked to even comprehend what the hell was even happening. He shrieked, stomach twisting, pitifully stuck in between laughing from his ticklish gut and the dread that yelled warning all over his head when a warm and broad hand slid underneath his shirt, snaking its way up to his chest.

With one free hand, King tried to stop the invading and fondling hand that caused sparks and tiny trembles that pulsed along his chest and down. He blushed, disbelieving of his own body.

Yusef dropped his weight down a bit, deeply sucking in the air while he held the writhing boy that reeked with a dangerously tempting scent below him, like a predator savoring the last exciting kick from its fresh and live prey. He licked his lip.

"King," Yusef grunted out the boy's name.

King felt the warm brush of a slow panting breath, followed by a press of a kiss that glazed and trailed on his right cheek. He still couldn't fully move his body and head. If he did, he would have turned into a hell hound. He was stuck with capturing a clearer image of Yusef's vague figure above him in the familiarizing dark, while trusted into the same position he was thrown in on their training earlier. The difference is, this was no teasing nor joke, and he could feel something hard really poke him from down there like a rod on his ass cheek.

King shuddered, futilely flinching away as Yusef suckled the skin on his neck, magically dropping his struggles into a newborn's squirming. Suddenly, the werecat's eyes widened and shook, and he gasped and twitched when Yusef's fingers found their way to his left nipple.

"W-where the hell are you touching, you bastard?!" King barked, fighting to drive off the invasion in intimacy. But he gasped out for air instead, when yet again, the loosening grip on his neck tightened into a dog leash.

"I said... do not disobey me," Yusef snarled.

Something was definitely wrong with him. King didn't know why, but he there's really something wrong! Yes, he had told him to be more open just a few minutes ago, but if this was what open was, he needed to slam the door close. He didn't ask to get raped.

"Ack! Yusef!" King cried out. Gladly, he was stubborn, and he wasn't going to give up just yet.

Founding an opening, King twisted his leg around Yusef's thigh and with a quick work and help from his free hand, he snatched the alpha's balance away, flipping both of them off the sofa. They crashed to the floor and grunted.

Hands and eyes stuck at the darkness, King fumbled for his footing, and upon hearing the grunts that turned into a snarl that raced behind him, he made a run for it.

A swooping hand from the alpha nearly hooked around his ankle, but not before King could dash off and away from the threatening figure. A roar and violent cacophony followed behind him.

Where's the fucking door?!

Unable to see, King tripped on the low-end glass coffee table and he toppled down, crashing objects and shattering glass filling the surrounding walls. He hissed when pain stung him. He ran his trembling fingers and pulled a hard-bit sharp shard that dug in his forearm. But that was the least of his worries.

King's eyes then lit up from a shallow hope that popped up like a jack in the box. The door was west from where the small table stood, as he remembered when he entered before. Immediately, he rose and made a dash for i-

An arm curled around King's neck and in a blink, he was dragged away from the escape route. With gritted teeth, King screamed and trashed, but it offered little to none. His assaulter wasn't budging.

"Ah! Let go of me!"

No response.

Running out of options, King decided to think straight, and he was reminded of the same move Yusef, ironically, had thought them earlier. King recollected the scene:

When someone puts you in a chokehold, link your hands, clamp down, force the assaulter's hand to pry up, and then break his fucking hand. That wasn't what was actually said, but it fits.

King was just about to do the trick, but before he could, he was violently hurled into the luxury of a silken mattress which King had accurately deduced as the alpha's bed.

Yusef mounted him again, and before King could crawl away, he pinned his hands above his head and began assaulting the werecat's neck with another barrage of sexual kisses.

"Y-Yusef!"

Yusef had pinned King's thighs under his knees as well, rendering the werecat to utter uselessness.

"S-stop!" King desperately sobbed.

There was a knock on the door.

"Oy, Yusef? What the hell is going on in there?" called a familiar voice just outside the room.

Yusef did not pay any attention to whoever it was. He continued to assault King, hands mandated not from social etiquettes as he pushed it under King's shorts. "I will take you, whether you like it or not," he snarled.

"Fuck y-!"

Yusef forcefully pried King's legs apart, trying to pull off the boy's shorts on theprocess which ripped at the forceful battle for dominance from the two.

"What's going on?" King could hear another voice resonate outside.

Desperate and losing at the strength of the alpha in front of him, King finally screamed for help.

The knock on the door stopped for a second before it turned into violent slamming. Yusef licked his lips. He didn't even seem to notice the outcries outside and just have his attention solely pinned on his unmarked mate. His rational sense was gone. His instincts, dragged by the mating season, have taken over him. He felt heavy with desire, and he wanted more-mark him, make him his, and fuck the living hell out of him.

Suddenly, the door broke down and King heard figures race towards them, stepping on what sounded like shards of glass.

"Oy! Yusef!" Kain yelled as he tried to pry his brother off of King.

Angry at the interference and the thought of another male lingering near his mate, unconscious that it was his own brother, Yusef broke out a growl and body-slammed Kain. They tumbled to the ground, and the two fought, throwing punches and jabs and violently growling at each other while they rolled along the floor in the darkness. Zach lunged into the scene by locking Yusef in a chokehold and holding one of his arms back, and an irate Yusef retorted by elbowing him. And before he could rise up, Kain tackled him back on the ground and pinned him down face-first on the floor.

"Oy! Get a hold of yourself!" Kain growled at him.

"Calm down, Yusef," Zach commanded, his voice full of authority.

Suddenly, Yusef snapped back to reality. His hazy mind was wiped back into clarity and he became aware of his brothers, the slow burn of fear driving into his system as well as the darkness that enveloped them again. His eyes widened briefly, before his face carved into a sneer, and he gritted his teeth.

"Get him away from me!" Yusef snapped. "Hurry!"

Following the order of his still out-of-it brother, Zach dropped his hold on Yusef, shifted to King, and then aided and led the werecat out of the room.

"Come on, relax," Kain said to his brother.

King couldn't help but look back, even though he knew he'd see little in the dark. He swallowed a lump in his throat, worry barraging him when he got a glimpse of the vague figures shifting in the dark. And he couldn't deny it, he was worried about Yusef.