Cats and Dogs

Eren's P.O.V.  
        So there I was, kissing Armin and being happy and whatnot, when these two idiots come over and start screaming at me to get away from Armin.  They grabbed his arms and pulled him away from me.  Something primal came up into me, an urge that I couldn't control.  I gripped his wrist and yanked him towards me, ripping him from the two of them.  They both hissed at me; I growled in return.  Well, not really a growl, but more of a snarl, tearing through the air like a bullet.  Both of the intruders shuddered and huddled closer to each other.  
        "Armin, get away from him!" shouted the one of them, a shaven-headed boy.  He was short, shorter than his female counterpart.  The girl with bushy brown hair nodded in agreement with him.  I growled again.  I had my arms around Armin's waist, holding him tightly and away from the two strangers.  Armin was wriggling around in my arms.  Before I knew anything, I was awake on Armin's couch in his garage with ten eyes all staring at me.  
        "What happened?  Ah!  And, why does my head hurt again?"  
Armin's P.O.V.  (rewind about an hour)  
        "Armin, get away from him!" Connie shouted.  He and Sasha had found Eren and I.  I wasn't sure if they had seen him and I kissing, but I was praying that they hadn't.  They pulled me towards them and away from Eren.  He gripped my arm a little too tightly and yanked me back.  They hissed.  He growled, making them shake and clutch each other.  Eren was an Alpha, the Ultimate Alpha's son!  Connie and Sasha were just Betas, house cats.  Eren sounded another deep growl, low but affirmative.  
        "Armin," I heard someone whisper behind me.  I strained my neck, trying to see who it was.  A split second later, Eren was on the ground, unconscious, and I was kneeling next to him, shaking.  "Armin, are you okay?" a raven-haired girl asked as she ran her hands all over my body and through my hair.  She was searching for any injury.  I looked at her passive expression.  She didn't seem to care.  I looked at her pale grey eyes.  A mother-like shine gleamed within them, a need to protect others, especially those she cared about. 
        "Mikasa, Mikasa, I'm fine!  I'm FINE!" I shouted at her, tearing her searching hands from my person.  She seemed to flinch.  Her eyes shifted into a more authoritative form.  Being the only Alpha in the group, she was kind of the leader of our little band of misfits.  
        "What happened?  Why was he holding onto you, Armin?" she asked me, glaring down at Eren.  I stood as she did.  I dusted my pants off and looped my arms through Eren's, just as I had done that first night.  "What are you doing?"  
        "Shut up, Mikasa!" I snapped.  She did.  Although we all knew I was an Omega, they all listened to me.  I was the strategist of the group.  I always had a plan.  Looking over to Connie and Sasha, I shouted, "Connie, get your van!  Sasha, help me carry Eren!"  Connie didn't question me, as usual.  Sasha was hesitant to help me carry the heavy wolf-boy, but followed directions as always.  They followed me blindly, and I never knew why.  "Mikasa, take my bike back to my house!  Remember to put the tarp over it!"  
        "What are you planning, Armin?" she said, monotone as ever.  I ignored the comment.  Waiting for a minute, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.  Finally, she hopped onto the motorcycle and sped off.  Connie pulled up in his raggedy, dusty van.  "The Hippie Mobile" I called it.  He opened the door to the side of the van and helped Sasha and I get Eren in.  He got into the driver's seat, and Sasha got into the shotgun seat.  I sat in the back with an unconscious Eren.  He had a bump where Mikasa had hit him.  
        "He won't have a concussion.  Good.  He sleeps enough as it is," I mumbled to myself, a little amused.  Connie turned a bit to look at me.  
        "Where to, Armin?" he asked.  
        "My house," I told him.  He seemed confused but didn't argue.  We drove off.  About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at my humble abode.  Sliding the door open, I jumped out and tugged at Eren's shoulders.  Mikasa appeared behind me.  
        "What is going on, Armin?"  
        "I will explain once we get him into the garage and onto the couch, okay?"  
        "...."  Mikasa was a woman of very few words.  She looked at me; she looked at Eren.  She pulled up his arms and hung him over her shoulder.  Breathing a little heavier, she pushed open the gate and patiently waited by the door of the garage.  
        "And she wonders why we call her Wonder Woman...." Connie huffed, laughing a little.  I made my way over to the door, closely followed by Coshan (Connie and Sasha's ship name).  Unlocking and opening the door, I stepped inside.  I turned on the lights and directed Mikasa to where to dump her load of Eren.  I grabbed the lawn-chairs that were folded up in the corner of the room and put them all out.  
        "Someone should call Marco," Sasha mumbled.  
        "Yeah, I'll give him a bell," I said as I took out my phone.  As the phone rang, I held it to my ear.  

Marco's P.O.V.  
        "Ah!  Wait!  W-wait!  You can't do that!  That's cheating!" I whined as he bite my ear.  
        "C'mon, all's fair in love 'n war," the boy whispered, sticking his tongue into my ear.  "You even have freckles here, man!  God, that's cute!"  He ran his hand down my back-side and let it rest on my ass for a few beats before squeezing tightly.  
        *ring-ring*  *ring-ring*  
        "Jean!  Jean, wait!  My phone!  It could be my parents!" I gasped, as he bite my neck and pushed me harder against the wall.  The fake-blonde boy groaned.  
        "Can'tcha just let it go to voice-mail?  I don't wanna stop!" he whined.  I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.  "Who'sit?" he asked, coming closer again.  
        "A friend," I said as I covered his mouth with my hand.  "Hey, Coconut!  What's up?" I asked as Jean licked my hand.  "Ah!  Nasty!"  
        "What's wrong?" Armin asked through the phone.  
        "Ah, nothing.  I just stepped in some gum.  What did you need?"  
        "Oh, uhm, can you come over?  I'll explain when you get here, okay?"  
        "Armin, what's wrong?  Are you okay?"  Jean stopped sucking my neck at the mention of my small blonde friend.  
        "Armin?" he said, like a puppy.  I shushed him and re-covered his mouth.  
        "Who was that?" Armin asked.  I breathed heavily.  
        "No one important!  I'll be right there, Coconut!" I said quickly and hung up.  
        "Didn't know you were friends with Armin," Jean said quietly as he dove back into my neck.  
        "Ah!  We are old friends.  How do you know Armin?"  
        "Mmn, an old life.  Before becoming a wolf," he stated slowly.  I thought by then he would have been done, but he was only beginning.  He sucked and bit my neck.  I couldn't help but shiver when he grabbed my groin, rubbing softly.  
        "J-Jean, I-I can't; I-I need to go-o.  A-Armin is waiting-gn," I managed as Jean squeezed his hand and began to unbuckled his pants.  
        "Not till I'm done with you here," he growled.  Usually, him growling ended all of our passions, but today for some reason they only made me hotter.  
        "Fuck it!" I shouted, as I helped Jean strip.  The offer was too good to pass up.  

Armin's P.O.V. (about three hours later)  
        "Where is Marco?  He should have been here by now," I mumbled mindlessly to myself.  A knock on the door came just then.  I ran over to it and opened the old wooden door.  "Final-fucking-ly!  Marco, what took you so long?" I asked as I hugged my friend tight.  
        "Sorry.  Something........came up," he said vaguely.  As he spoke I was hit with a hard sent.  It was familiar, almost welcoming, but it wasn't feline.  
        "Marco," I started, pulling away from the tall Belgian, "Why do you smell like that?"  He blushed, trying to hide his face.  
        "Well, you see...."  A tall, but not as tall as Marco, boy with blonde hair and dark roots popped his head into the old garage.  
        "Sorry, I kinda made him smell like me," he said, nonchalantly.  I looked him in the eyes, anger rising within me. 
        "Marco, why is there a wolf with you?" I asked.  
        "I can explain.  You see--"  
        "I'll explain for you.  It will take a lot less beating around the bush.  I'm his boyfriend.  Before we came here, we fucked.  That's why he smells like me," Jean said quickly but calmly.  He shot me a wicked grin.  
        "........fine.  Seeing how I've been keeping a secret much like this one, too, I'll let it go," I said as I let them in.  
        "What do you mean 'a secret much like this one'?  What have you been keeping from me?" Marco asked.  
        "From all of us," Connie corrected.  I shot him an angry glare, and he retracted.  I can be scary when I'm mad.  I pulled out another lawn chair and sat down the........couple.  The second Jean got a glimpse of the out-cold boy on the couch, he cracked up.  
        "Well, I'll be damned!  Is that you I think it is?!  Eren fuckin' Jaeger!  What did you guys do to him?" he asked, taking his seat.  
        "That is one only Mikasa can answer...." I said, looking at the stoic girl.  She sighed, never changing her expression.  
        "I hit him over the head with my Physics textbook," she said as calmly as ever.  Jean laughed more.  
        "Ho, man!  That is awesome!  I have been wanting to do that ever since I met the kid!  Up high!" he said, raising his hand for a high-five.  Mikasa just looked at him and hissed.  He took down his hand and placed it over Marco's shoulder.  
        "Why did you bring him?" I asked, slightly annoyed at his antics.  
        "He refused to go home.  I tried, okay?" Marco said, head in hands.  We all just sat there; well, I stood, but they just sat there.  A few hours later, Eren stirred and awoke, gripping the back of his head.  
        "What happened?  Ah!  And, why does my head hurt again?" he asked sitting up.  
        "I didn't even hit you that hard," Mikasa said, crossing her arms and legs.  Eren scoffed.  
        "Yeah, right, Bitch," he mumbled.  Mikasa's ears perked.  
        "What did you call me?!" she asked, angrily rising to her feet and taking a more assertive stance.  Eren rubbed his temples.  
        "My head hurts too much to deal with you.  Where's Armin?" he asked.  
        "Right here, Dumb-ass," I answered.  Eren smiled when he looked at me.  
        "Good.  For a second there, I thought I had been abducted by a freak-show," he said, chuckling.  
        "Hm.  Anyway, I think introductions are in order.  Say who you are, omega/beta/alpha, your species, and something you like to do.  Okay?  I'll start.  I'm Armin Arlert.  I'm an omega.  My species is unknown.  And, I like to read.  Connie, your turn," I said, passing the con to the bald boy.  He sighed, not yet speaking.  
        "The name's Connie Springer.  I'm a beta.  My species is Sphinx.  I like impractical jokes," he said.  He turned to Sasha as she began.  
        "Sasha Blouse is the name.  I am also a beta.  I am a Maine Coon house cat.  I like food," she stated simply.  Next, it was Marco's turn.  
        "I am Marco Bodt; I am a beta like Sasha and Connie.  I am a Burmese Tiger, and I like Jean," he said, nuzzling close to his 'boyfriend'.  Jean spoke next.  
        "Jean Kirstein, Alpha, Grey Wolf, Marco and his butt," he said, shamelessly reaching down to squeeze Marco's ass.  
        "Okay, I have had enough of you two!  Marco, switch seats with Mikasa!" I shouted, feeling uneasy about the two being so close.  Marco slunk down into his new seat, while Mikasa sat upright.  It was her turn to speak.  
        "Mikasa Ackerman.  Black Panther Alpha.  I like to play the violin," she said.  I turned to Eren.  
        "Your turn," I said to him.  
        "I am Eren Jaeger.  I am the next Ultimate Alpha.  I am a German Wolf.  And, I like Armin," he said, rubbing his eyes.  No one moved.  Trying to save myself, I quickly changed the subject.  
        "Okay then, now that that is out of the way, I can explain to you all why Eren has been living in my garage for the past two months," I said, clapping my hands together.  
        "WHAT?!" was the response everyone gave me.  It was going to take a lot more than explaining to get out of this one.  

(time skip: three hours explaining everything)  
        "Okay, is everyone clear about what happened?" I asked them all.  They all nodded, more or less.  Eren had moved over on the couch, so I could sit.  I had told him not to, but he insisted on doing so.  I sat on his right, and he on my left.  He had his arms splayed across the backside of the couch.  He crossed his legs the way most guys do, with his top leg at a wide angle and body leaning back against the couch.  We sat close, but not so close that it would be considered unusual.  Just close enough to be considered friendly.  I think....
        "So, you have been letting not only a wolf, but an Alpha -- and might I add, not only and Alpha, but the Ultimate Alpha's son, the next Ultimate Alpha -- sleep on the couch in your garage for the past two months without telling anyone, including your parents or me, your best friend?" Marco asked.  I knew it was a rhetorical question that was just aimed to make me feel bad.  
        "Wow.  Well, when you say it like that, it paints me out to be a horrible person," I responded.  He just looked at me.  I sighed.  "Look, it's not like I had a choice.  I-"  
        "Oh, no, you had a choice, Armin.  You just made the wrong one," Mikasa stated, anger evident in her calm tone, but her expression placid.  
        "What?  What was the right choice then?  Just let him stay out there and freeze, or bleed out, or be found and killed?  Were any of those the right choice?" I asked angrily.  
        "Yes!  Yes, all of those were the right choices!  Instead, you made the only wrong choice in the situation!  You put your life in danger!  You put your parents' lives in danger!  You put our lives in danger!  You put your kind's existence in danger!  All to save that of a mangy mutt!" she spat.  She stood up.  I had never seen her act this angry.  She was the only feline Alpha in the room, so the other cats kind of quivered in submission.  
        "Well, I'm sorry!  I'm sorry if you think that murder is a better choice that life!  I'm sorry that your morals have been twisted!  I'm sorry, but I'm a doctor!  I refuse to let those who I can save die!" I yelled back at her, standing.  
        "Guys, please, don't fight.  Neither of you are in the right mind to-" Marco tried to intervene, but Mikasa stopped him.  
        "Shut up, Marco!  This isn't concerning you!" she snarled, flashing her fangs at him.  He yelped.  Jean shot up and pulled Marco behind him by the arm.  He growled back at Mikasa.  
        "Hey, watch your mouth!" he snarled out.  He growled and showed his canines, sharp and glistening in the dim light.  Mikasa hissed in return, fangs doing the same.  Eren stood and yanked me behind him, just as Jean had done with Marco.  His muscles tensed, and eyes flared with a yellow glint.  He growled -- more like howled -- at Mikasa and Jean, asserting himself as best he could.  
        "Screw off, Jaeger!" Jean warned.  Eren just bared his teeth more.  His hand was at my hips, barely touching.  Still, I could feel his claws grow and sharpen, because they grazed my leg.  
        "Eren, calm down, now," I whispered to the Alpha.  I grabbed his wrist gently, pulling it away from my hip.  The moment I touched his hand, his claws retracted.  He still looked angry, but his teeth weren't as bared, his eyes didn't glisten with rage, and his breathing no longer was erratic.  

Eren's P.O.V.  
        "Eren, calm down, now," Armin whispered.  I felt his soft touch guide me away from the beast inside me.  I stood taller, breathed deeper, and swallowed my pride.  
        "Fine.  But you're coming with me," I said as I pulled him along behind me and towards the door.  
        "Wait.  Eren!  Stop!" he protested, trying to get loose from my grip.  
        "Where are you going?  Armin?!" two voices shouted after us.  I heard steps behind us.  
        "Eren, stop!  Now!" Armin yelled.  He yanked his hand, and his wrist slipped away.  I swung around, facing the angry blonde.  
        "I refuse to be treated like a monster by those who are exactly like me!" I yelled.  
        "No one is calling you a monster, Eren.  Just calm down!  Okay?!" Armin tried.  
        "Don't speak for others, Armin.  You don't know what's on our minds," the raven-haired girl voiced coming out of the old garage.  I growled past Armin at her.  She hissed.  
        "Mikasa, you have no right to--" Armin tried again, but was cut off.  
        "He is Armin!  All of them are!  They are killing us off, and you're here protecting the son of their leader!  The son of the man who murdered our last Ultimate Alpha!  Your grandmother!  How can you do that?!" she yelled, coming closer.  
        "No!  That's just it!  He is the son of that man!  He is not him!  He is not a monster, Mikasa!" Armin defended.  The girl just scoffed.  
        "What makes you think he's not using you to prove himself to his dad?!  That he's not just here to lead them to you?!" she rebuked.  
        "Because he's not!  Alright?!  He's not!  He was nearly dead, dumb-ass!" Armin screamed.  
        "Hey, I'm a wolf, too!  And, I don't like your tone!" Jean interjected, Marco right behind him.  
        "Stay out of this, Horse-face!" I yelled.  
        "What'd you call me, Jaeger?!" he returned.  

Armin's P.O.V.  
        It was all chaos.  Jean was yelling at Mikasa for calling wolves bad.  Mikasa was yelling at me for saving Eren.  Eren was yelling at Mikasa for yelling at me.  Mikasa was yelling at Eren for being the Ultimate Alpha's son.  Eren was yelling at Jean for existing.  Jean was yelling at Eren for making horse jokes about his face.  Marco was trying to get Jean to stop fighting.  Marco was asking Mikasa to stop, as well.  Mikasa was yelling at Marco for trying to butt in.  Jean was yelling at Mikasa for yelling at Marco.  Connie and Sasha were just crying at all of this, scared shit-less.  
        I was done with it all.  My neighbors were going to hear.  My parents were going to be called.  I was going to be grounded for life.  Eren was going to be sent back to his father.  He probably would be killed, too.  Marco was going to be in deep shit for being with Jean.  My parents were going to skin Jean alive for being within a hundred feet of me.  Sasha and Connie were never going to shut up.  I had had it!  
        "EVERYONE, JUST SHUT UP!!" I screamed so loud it made my ears ring and throat burn.  What surprised me wasn't the fact that I had yelled so loudly.  No, what surprised me was that everyone actually shut up.  Connie and Sasha just stared at me with teary eyes, clutching each other.  Jean was red-faced and heaving.  He just kind of quirked his head and stared at me.  Mikasa stumbled back a bit and caught her breath.  Her usually passive expression was shocked and wide-eyed.  Marco just slid behind Jean.  He for some reason looked scared.  
        Eren seemed to calm down somewhat.  His fists were still clenched though.  

Eren's P.O.V.  
        "EVERYONE, JUST SHUT UP!!" Armin yelled.  A thick scent washed over the entire backyard patio.  It was both angry and scared.  Dominant and submissive.  It was something completely new.  It made me both angry and-and I don't know.  All I could think about was how much I wanted it to cease, but at the same time never go away.  What the Hell?!  

AN: I am deeply sorry for not updating for so long.  I am also very sorry that this Omegaverse isn't a normal one.  This is kind of my own spin-off of an Omegaverse, so the themes aren't all consistent.