Get Lost, Cat Eyes!

9

One Mississippi ... two Mississippi ... three Mississippi ... Four - oh?

Lucario stopped counting and mentally froze upon noticing that someone stood at the urinal right next to his.

He didn't even hear the bathroom door open.

And then the guy whipped out his stuff and got to business as if he wasn't breaking the first rule of the public bathroom!

He was about to give the guy a piece of his mind, but with a side-eye glance he saw that it was Antonio.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like peeing anymore.

He zipped up his stuff and went to wash his hands trying to be as non-sus as possible. But it was kind of hard considering that his boyfriend's best-friend was like ... in the same vicinity as him. And not only were they in the same vicinity, but the vicinity was very closed off.

It didn't help that he still remembered the deadly gaze sent his way earlier by said male.

Whoo. Chilly.

He gulped and threw his hands under the faucet hoping that the sensors would sense his hands immediately. But they didn't. In fact, they never sensed his hands at all.

He muttered a quiet 'shit, fuck,' before moving on to the next sink. One that worked, luckily.

And as the soap dispenser was dispensing soap on his dirty claws, he heard the urinal flush behind him and could hear Antonio approaching the sink.

Shit shit shit abort!!!!

But he was too late.

Just as he turned around to head to the dryers, Antonio was already standing behind him. And awfully close.

Lucario couldn't help but to gulp. This guy just gave off 'top dog' energy. And now he knew why Sam liked him ... if he did.

Everything about Antonio screamed 'what up bitch. I'm the alpha.'

From his sharp eyes to his neatly groomed eyebrows. His chiselled face features - nose ... chin. His damn-near perfect skin. And the mole beneath his nose. Fuck he was beautiful.

But also so intimidating. Even his curls sneered 'fuck off, loser.'

"Listen, I don't know you as well as Samba knows you."

Fuck. Even his voice was sexy. Luce had noticed before. But he never really had the time to dwell on it because he was always around someone. And he wasn't supposed to pay attention to Antonio. Now it was just them two.

Honestly speaking, he wouldn't mind if Antonio shoved him against the wall and threatened him to leave Sam alone.

He wouldn't think anything bad of it, to be honest.

"But I know Samba likes you. And if Samba likes you, I like you." He continued, looking a 'very scared but not trying to look so' Luce up and down with his scrutinising gaze.

"But just know that I'm not taking any of your shit. If you hurt him, I will hurt you more. No hesitation whatsoever. You understand me?"

Wack. Corny.

Now Lucario didn't feel so intimidated. Upon hearing Antonio's words, and the tone he used, he forgot that Antonio was a total dork. Which was why Sam liked him.

He may look like a doberman. But really, he was just a chihuahua.

Antonio saw something in Luce's eyes change. Like he was no longer afraid. But now he was just bothered.

Antonio didn't like that.

"Fuck off, dork." Lucario shoved past him and headed to the dryers, making sure to force his shoulder into the other's as hard as he could.

Antonio was a dork. And Samba was his. He wasn't letting some dork take his boyfriend away from him - hell no! What would that make him look like? Loosing his sexy, attractive boyfriend to some pseudo-alpha male.

Antonio stared at the back of Luce's head for a few seconds before scanning the room.

He knew - honestly - he didn't seem THAT intimidating. That's because he knew how to control himself. He could have people quivering at his feet if he pleased. He could have people begging him for mercy. He could take Samba away from this pathetic ... person and have him to himself.

And yes. He did like that idea. He's liked Samba since he laid his eyes on him when they were younger anyways. This fool has only liked him for a year. Or something like that.

He didn't really pay attention to what Sam had to say about Luce. So he probably missed it when Sam was talking about how they met and shit.

He's always wanted to date Samba. See him smile 24/7. Hear his small gasps whenever he got excited or suddenly remembered something.

He wanted to watch his eyes twinkle as he drew his pictures and painted.

Antonio was sure that Lucario didn't even know that the silent-beauty loved art.

Pathetic.

Ya know ... Antonio had done a good job keeping his urges under control. But he didn't mind splurging every once in a while to teach someone a lesson.

Out of the corner of his eye, Antonio spotted a wet floor sign. One of those tent-like ones that you fold up and put away when you're done.

And he thought ... it was perfect. He didn't need much to instil his point. He just needed to know how he was going to use it.

As Lucario warily dried his hands, he couldn't help but to notice how quiet things were. And he didn't really want to turn around to look because ... well ... why should he?

Well ... maybe he should. It doesn't hurt to check.

But what exactly was he checking for? He wasn't afraid of the over-sized chihuahua ... was he? Impossible.

However ... a little peek never hurt anyone.

"Hey why are you so quiet bit-"

THWAP!!

Instantly, Lucario's mostly-dry hands flew to the back of his head to cater to the spot on his head that had been abused by the fold-up wet floor sign.

Antonio looked at the sign and then looked at Lucario semi-shocked.

He kinda thought that he'd go down easy.

Not that he didn't love a fight and wasn't expecting one. But he was just totally mostly expecting Lucario to fall out.

Oh well.

Time for plan B.

"What the fuck!" Lucario turned around only to be slammed in his face by Antonio's
fist.

And then, he was out ...