Alien Humans

Eight - Atrius

"Pax," Atrius didn't know if the other Alpha would answer him. Pax hadn't spoken to him since they'd given Jasper over to Throx. He hadn't even been to the ship and had been ignoring all of Atrius's calls. It irritated Atrius, but he understood why Pax was upset with him so he didn't push it and he squashed his irritation's down, not wanting to cause any sort of argument with Pax.

But, the door remained closed and it sounded almost like the sound of the music coming from the other side of the wall had gotten louder. He growled to himself and knocked loudly. "Throx has texted me that I can go pick up Jasper," Atrius continued, raising his voice about the sound of the music.

There was a click, the music disappeared, and Pax was opening the door. The man seemed too large to even fit through the door, but he squeezed out and shut the door behind him, staring at Atrius wordlessly. He was dressed in skinny jeans and skin-tight tank top. He looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed and his eyes were puffy. The air around them seemed to get colder with Pax's icy stare and Atrius had to look away first before the blatant challenge got to his head. He didn't understand why Pax was trying to provoke his Alpha, but he would let it slide. Pax was upset with him, he knew that, yet he knew that for some reason Pax cared for Jasper and he wanted him there with him.

"I figured you would want to go with me to get him. We're not scheduled to ship out for another week so I figured we could bring him back to your place or mine?" Atrius stepped away from Pax and looked back at his motorcycle. "He didn't tell me what type of state Jasper's in. He'll need a nice bed to lay in and my place is a mess,"

"He can come back to mine." Pax growled out. "Give me your keys,"

Atrius stared at Pax, trying to decide if arguing over who drove the motorcycle was worth it, but relented. He tossed Pax the keys and the other Alpha grinned. He got to the motorcycle before Atrius and started it up effortlessly. Atrius didn't want to be seen sitting behind another Alpha on his bike, but what his secondary gender cared about couldn't matter right now. "Get on, big gu," Pax mocked, smiling at Atrius.

"Shut up," Atrius snapped, getting on the back of the bike. He moved Pax's tail out of his way and buckled both of their tails onto the extended tail rest. He wasn't expecting the bike to take off so suddenly and flailed to grab onto Pax's torso.

It was about 5 minutes before they were pulling up to the security gates to the lab. Everything that came from outer space or had anything to do with the Eotkar was locked behind these gates. Aside from a few other human teams, the rest of the world was kept away from these gates, not allowed off world and not allowed to interact with the other races that worked at this place. By the time Pax was parking the motorcycle, all of the tension had left his shoulders and he seemed much more at ease. He undid their tails from the buckles and grabbed Atrius's hand.

"I don't need help," Atrius snapped at him, but Pax kept a hold of his hand and helped him off the bike. Atrius could only glare at him.

Pax smiled. "Be civil, Commander. There's camera's all around here." Pax turned and headed towards the human-sized doors at the bottom of the gate. "You should know that. Is Throx waiting for us?"

"He should be," Atrius told him, following the other Alpha closely. No one ever trusted this place and they were forbidden from being beyond the gates alone. The security that ran this place were't exactly the brightest and were taught to attack first, ask questions later.

They waited in silence as Pax scanned his ID card. The doors opened and the two entered into the security room. From there they had three more checkpoints before they were finally able to get past the front gates. Pax led the way to the large dull red building that was the lab. There was no one around and yet Atrius felt like he was being watched from all angles. It was making his skin tingle and his anxiety flare. He didn't want to appear outwardly nervous, but there was a feeling in the back of his brain that was making him think that they were being followed.