Darkness Grows
Things had been decent for a short time for the two of them.
It had been a decent start. He tended to the garden he now owned, and kept the home fairly clean and organized. And he made sure they had plenty to eat. And the other as an alpha, made sure to keep the home locked up. And dealt with any potential threats. Everything was smooth between them. Ideal in this new world they'd found themselves in. However, Minho's inner omega was pleading with him to kick the alpha out. That he was dangerous. He shouldn't be trusted. And Minho agreed. He scarcely trusted Woojin. He felt it in his gut.
But-.
But Minho was getting pretty lonely. He wanted someone to talk to. Instead of going insane. And while Minho had no intentions of leaving his new home until he was ready for a pack, the small reprieve until he was ready for that was welcome enough. Minho knew Woojin wasn't the alpha for him. His alpha mate was still out there. Somewhere. But for now, he had to take what help he could get. And what company he could get.
Besides, he'd agreed with himself it was temporary. That if they ever left his current home to make for a pack, then he'd go a different direction from Woojin. Though, he'd have to be careful. Woojin was an alpha. He could very easily chase Minho down, and force him to go with him. Minho would have to find some way to peacefully part with Woojin. To where the alpha would not only agree, but not be upset about it.
After all, Woojin would be letting an omega get away.
It was what had Minho most worried. Especially with his inner wolf warning him of the danger Woojin was to him. And he wasn't arguing with it. Nor did he disagree. But he did reason he wanted companionship. Even if temporary. Deciding to show this alpha he wasn't some meek, weak, and mild omega he could boss around and push around as he desired, Minho set the rules and boundaries. After all, this was his home first. Had been since before the zombies came. Had been his family's home, after all. Thus, it was rightfully his.
His first major rule, was they slept in separate rooms. He would not have Woojin trying anything with him while he slept. He also made it abundantly and blatantly clear, he was not okay with Woojin touching him. Or being too close to him. Personal space, essentially. And they had their specific tasks. Minho took care of the garden and their food supplies. Along with their medical supplies. Woojin did what hunting he could, and took care of any zombies. As for their cycles? Clearly, they tended to their cycles alone.
No matter what.
And for a short while, things were going well between them. Woojin clearly understood Minho's boundaries, and respected them. And they'd fallen into a decent rhythm around one another. They had spoken more openly at the beginning of their time together. But Minho found himself withholding a lot of information from Woojin. Safe guarding and protecting himself. Just because he wanted company and companionship, doesn't mean he was ignoring his inner wolf.
They'd compromised. He kept his guard up and was aware of everything with Woojin, and his wolf would tolerate his presence for as long as necessary. Which Minho quite agreed with. This meant not relaying too much of his personal life to Woojin. Whatever his past life was, he made it fairly vague. Though he did unveil a few things. Like the fact he was a dance instructor for work. Just never mentioned it was his passion.
But, it seemed as if Woojin wasn't at all worried about unveiling everything about his previous life.
Minho wasn't too terribly impressed, however.
//
It took maybe a month for things to slowly start changing.
In the negative direction. Minho found himself increasingly, yet carefully removing Woojin's hand from his person. Being careful of Woojin as an alpha. Woojin would sit closer to him. Trying to get him in his arms, and grasp. Placing his hand on Minho's thigh, or shoulder. And he would lean in. As if seeking to scent Minho. To take in his omega scent, and nuzzle his neck. It made Minho increasingly uncomfortable. His wolf was starting to get louder about the danger he was now in.
A lone omega wolf, with a lone alpha wolf.
No morals, no laws, no societal pressure to behave. Rules were no longer a real thing. So Woojin could do all he was to and towards Minho, and not face consequences. Minho had no standing. There would be no help for Minho. No salvation. No one to stop Woojin from doing irreversible damage to Minho. Minho was internally panicking a little. How was he to avoid Woojin in such an enclosed environment? Better yet, how was he to kick Woojin out onto the road? He knew Woojin would overpower him in every sense to stay.
Minho had thought about leaving, himself. He could go when Woojin wasn't around. Never come back. Leave the alpha to fend for himself. Find his pack. But his inner wolf told him "no". This was his territory. To stay and defend it. Even from an alpha. Plus it reasoned, that he may meet his pack if he stayed in one place. This was semi-true. Though Minho was unaware at the moment. And besides, something about leaving Woojin in his grandparent's former home made Minho want to cry.
This had been the home he had dreamed of for a long time. Dreaming of taking over, when he finally got a mate. And had pups. But with most of his dreams dashed, he could hold on to one as long as possible. And that, was that it was now his home.
He was pulled from his inner thoughts, to a familiar warm and unwanted hand coming to rest on his shoulder. A claw gently resting at the helm of his neckline. Indicating that Woojin need but to pull it down, and uncover his shoulder for his alpha pleasures. After suppressing a shudder and trying not to vomit, Minho gently shifted to step out from under Woojin's touch.
It made his skin crawl.
He was busy cutting some of their food to make into a nice stew. It was getting cooler out. Must be heading towards autumn. This meant his birthday was coming up. Not that it mattered. He frowned, the hand remained yet on his shoulder. He paused as warm lips caressed his ear a little, "Smells good."
Minho could have rolled his eyes. Minho was scraping by with a bath from the water pump outside. As did Woojin. The only way they could bathe, really. But Minho knew it was not doing anything to uncover his scent glands enough, to produce his scent as it had been before the apocalypse. Minho swallowed thick. Trying to keep his composure in the face of something bad happening, if he reacted too much at this time. Trouble was, it was progressively getting worse. Minho spoke softly, "I'm almost finished. Did you remember to lock the home up?"
Woojin hummed, before he finally walked away, "Point made."
Minho's ear flickered, detecting Woojin grumbling about Minho being so strict about the place being locked up every time they were inside. Minho could have frowned and growled something fierce. This was his home. They were his rules. Woojin could either go back to respecting them, or get the fuck out and never come back. But Minho knew how volatile Woojin was becoming. Just a few days ago, a zombie had stumbled into his yard. And the rather aggressive and angry way Woojin took it out, had Minho worried for his own safety. And his own life. He knew Woojin was just itching to use his alpha voice on him, to get him to submit and obey.
Minho was not going to let that happen. So, he played on his omega nature to keep Woojin appeased enough. But also, at a distance. Once the door was finally closed and locked, Minho finished getting the stew completely made and served. He could have huffed. Woojin had also lost his manners. He never said 'thank you' anymore. He acted as if it he were the alpha of the home.
Minho watched as Woojin sat to have his stew. He bit his bottom lip. How long was this going to last? When would they part ways? Minho was ready, to split from Woojin.
But, how?
//
It all came to a head on a relatively cold, and somewhat cloudy day.
Well, the sky seemed to have turned a light grey blue. Not the usual blue they'd been seeing for days. Must be the smoke from the fires finally going out. Maybe. Minho did not recall what had set Woojin off, but it had unleashed the danger Minho knew the alpha to be. Well, no. Minho knew what had unleashed the real Woojin inside. Minho had just been enjoying a small refreshing glass of water. Working the soil wasn't easy, but it was worth it. With the chill in the air, the crops were not coming as abundantly as they had been when he first got to his home.
Winter was slowly creeping in. He had to harvest what he could, and store it for those hard and harsh winter days he was bound to face. With, or without a pack of his own. He was leaning back against the counter, drinking and cooling off. His ears moved like radars. Checking for zombies, other wolves, and of course Woojin.
The alpha had said he'd go and see if he could hunt something. But then, Woojin could have been lying. Get Minho's guard down to do who knew what. Thank the gods Minho was level-headed enough to figure this out. And just as he suspected, Woojin had used his alpha skill of stealth to try and sneak up on him. His hands came to Minho's hips, pinning him against the counter. Minho blinked, setting the glass down hard on the counter. He brought his hands to Woojin's chest, and tried to push him off, "Kim Woojin, I do not consent to this. I respectfully request you to get your hands off me, and back off."
Woojin growled, eyes flaring, "I think not. I've held off long enough. I'm fucking providing for you, so it's time you paid up."
Minho growled. The fuck was Woojin talking about? It was an equal partnership borne out of deep necessity. Besides, who was it farming and cooking? Woojin was barely doing much more than hunting, and locking the place up. Woojin leaned in, aiming to steal a kiss from Minho. And not just any kiss, either. For with Minho's clear desire to find the right one for him, he's never been in a relationship. Well that, and the fact that he didn't want to be seen as just an omega. So he wasn't exactly easy to get close to. Nor was he warm.
He would not let Woojin have his first kiss!
With a growl, Minho kneed him in the stomach. Yes, he'd missed Woojin's precious alpha cock. Before he finally snapped himself. He slapped him, omega claws leaving behind scratches on his cheek. Woojin growled, eyes flaring and glowing. This caused Minho to let out a gasp. He turned, and bolted for his room. Hoping to reach it, and shut the door before Woojin caught him. Minho's heart was now racing. Fear lancing through him.
He had just entered his room, when Woojin's hand gripped his wrist hard. Minho yelped, and spun to face him. He tried to yank his hand free, "Let me go! I will never be with you! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! I never fully did! You're not my alpha!"
Woojin growled, and brought the back of his hand to Minho's cheek. Minho let out a soft cry of pain, head turning with the force. Woojin growled, "You stupid bitch, you're mine! Who you gonna go running to, hm? Just be a good omega, and spread your legs. It's all you're good for anymore, anyway."
Minho whimpered, even as he kept trying to pull himself free from Woojin's hand. With a growl of annoyance, Woojin pressed into him. Minho backed as he did, trying to pull away. But, losing this battle. And fast. With a final growl, Minho's eyes went wide. The flat of a knife blade pressed to his lips. W-When had Woojin gotten this knife? It certainly wasn't the ones from the kitchen. Minho kept them from Woojin's grasp for very obvious reasons.
With only a small gasp at the suddenness, Minho was soon laying on his back on his bed. Woojin looming over him. Knife still pressed against his lips, "Finally. Now be a good omega, and just take it. It's all you're good for."
Minho blinked, heart racing even more now. Woojin pulled the knife away long enough, to rip Minho's shirt open. Unveiling his breasts. Minho had ditched bras when it became apparent, that they were now useless. Woojin kept Minho pinned down to the bed with just his weight alone. With a knife to Minho's lips and his torso exposed, Woojin reached down and unfastened Minho's trousers.
No. Not like this. This wasn't what Minho wanted. Not how Minho wanted it. He had wanted the alpha the gods and nature deemed was his. He knew they were out there. He wanted to cry, beg for his alpha. But Woojin would think he was calling out for him. He wanted to look away. To try and block out what was coming. How could he ever be with his alpha, if he was already taken by another? Woojin leaned down, clearly aiming for Minho's throat. Hand between their crotches, working their trousers.
He growled lowly, "Finally, I can have what I want."