Rogue Wolf

Ch 60 battling for fun

Splat!

Michael yelled out with an exclamation, water dripping from his chest. The guards looked up from their schoolwork.

I crouched on top of a bower wall, grinning at them, bouncing another water balloon in my hand. When I took obvious aim, Michael ducked, which suited me fine. I hit one of the guards square on the shoulder. By then one of the omegas was in front of the guards with a bucket of water balloons.

Michael was the first one to grab a balloon, passing some out to the guards. I laughed as I threw another balloon, hitting Carl in the chest. As I suspected, the whiny twit looked like he was about to cry. My omega Luke did as I instructed, putting a water balloon in Carl's hand. Carl hesitated, obviously unsure about attacking a superior, especially after my earlier victory against the guard who had challenged me.

I encouraged him with a motion of my hand. "Come on, Carl," I called out, "before I hit you with another one. Throw it already, as hard as you can!"

He threw, with terrible aim, but he threw.

I laughed as I missed him on purpose, my balloon splashing at his feet. I ran over to another bucket already full of water balloons. I could hear Carl get another balloon. The other guards were also moving around. I was sure they would find the other buckets I'd had the omegas place around the area. I enjoyed moving around, using my parkour moves as I threw and avoided water balloons.

Our play went to a new level when I grabbed the big soaker water-gun I had stashed earlier. There were more water-guns that the omegas had placing around the room. The two younger teens kept busy filling more water balloons and placing buckets full of water so the guards could refill the water-guns. I had a plan later for the water buckets. I snuck around, dropping behind Michael and quickly filling him in on my plan.

"You're nuts," Michael told me, even as he agreed to direct the guards to where I would need them.

As I assumed, Max was quick to show up. Together we went after the guards. I kept my laughter up as the guards attacked us, coaxing my Max into taking it all with good grace. I kept him supplied with balloons and full water-guns to attack the guards as I slyly maneuvered him into the location I had chosen, a boxed in area against the bower walls.

I blocked Max's body with my own as the guards pummeled us with both water balloons and water-guns. I was drenched! My Max was laughing at me when the guards finally stopped. As I also suspected, none of the guards were willing to actually hit our Alpha, and he was mostly dry. I turned around and smiled at him, calling out "Now!" and stepping back a bit.

The two teen omegas, standing on top of the bower walls, dumped their buckets of water down on Max, drenching him. Michael and I were the only ones laughing, though Michael tried to stifle his chuckle. The guards looked mortified. The teens were down and laying flat on the wet tiles before Max faster than I could blink. They waited on his wrath, despite the assurances I had given them. This was his real test. As much as I didn't want to interfere, I knew he needed an example to go by.

Michael played his part, calling my name so I would turn around. He surprised everyone by throwing a full bucket of water straight in my face.

I acted surprised, sputtering, stalking over to Michael as if I was mad. He stood there grinning... until I pulled out the tiny little water pistol I'd hid in my pocket and got him in the face with it. I hadn't told him that part! It was his turn to sputter for a second. Soon we were both laughing.

My Max stood there above the prone omegas, watching Michael and I laugh together. The guards were also chuckling. I didn't mind the dousing I had gotten if it brought forth honest laughter from them all. I turned around to see Max's reaction to Michael and I, only to get another bucket of water thrown at me. Lone Wolf had lowered one down to Max. Max looked at me as if he was half-afraid I would be mad at him. We had, after all, been on the same side.

I stood there dripping for a second before I brought up the little water pistol and squirted Max right in the eye. I couldn't help laughing then and was relieved when he laughed with me.

"This is play?" my Max asked, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice even though he had laughed at what we had done to each other.

As little as I had played as a kid, at least I knew what play was. I merely nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear it would come out derisive and ruin the moment.

Max crouched down, placing a hand on each omega. "It's all right, I'm not mad; it's only play. There are times when it is ok to play. I can see your respect. All is well." He urged them up, where they just stood there with their heads bowed, unsure what to do.

"Come on guys," Michael called out to the omegas, "let's get this watery mess mopped up. Looks like we're doing a few extra loads of towels again today!"

The omegas bowed to Max before they went to get the mops and towels. I started picking up pieces of balloon without even thinking about it. I was surprised at Max's hand on my arm stopping me. "That is the omegas' job," he said.

"Perhaps," I answered him, "but it was my idea, so it's my mess, my responsibility to clean up." I hoped he understood as I smiled and pulled away to pick up a few more pieces of busted balloon.

He watched me for a moment then joined me in cleaning up. I smiled at him and couldn't resist flicking my wet fingers at him.

"Is this where I do something to tell you play is over?" he asked me.

"Is it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, pointing the empty water-gun I had picked up at him.

My Max looked so serious then, I had to relent, especially with the guards trying to pick up cues from us. They had joined us in picking up the water-guns and the bits of balloon. They were keeping their eyes and ears focused on us.

"Yeah, playtime is over. It was fun though, wasn't it? I don't know about everyone else, but I was ready for a break from all the tension around the place lately. Everything changing like it's been, and everyone trying so hard and doing so great with everything. I figured we deserved a break."

"Does this mean it's a, a taco Tuesday night?" Max asked hesitantly.

I laughed, pretty sure my Max didn't even know what a taco was. "Sure," I said, "as long as I can have a fajita!"