Choke on One Another

Part 1

A/N: Reposting this as a special gift to one of my closest friends, the dashing Mister @seraphstarshine Happy birthday, you ancient fuck. I adore you and your long cats. 

Frank let out a soft snarl under his breath as he pushed Gerard against the wall outside of his bedroom at the end of the hallway. Gerard let out a small whimper under his breath as he ran his tongue over Frank's cheek with a groan, their bodies pressed tight, heat between them growing with every desperate tug and every pleading paw. Frank took Gerard's mouth in his, tugging on Gerard's greasy hair, running his hand through the teal roots and down, his hand fisted as he pulled Gerard's head back and attacked his neck with rough kisses. Gerard was whimpering with desperation, his knees shaking as he instinctively tilted his head back, submitting himself instinctively to the shorter Alpha that had pinned him so tightly to the smooth brick.

"Fuck..." Frank muttered under his breath as he sucked on Gerard's skin, his hands aggressively, achingly, longingly bruising Gerard's hips, kneading his flesh as he brought his mouth up to latch on to Gerard's.

"Frank please..." Gerard whined submissively as Frank began rutting his hips dangerously slowly and deliberately against the submissive little Omega.

"Fuck yeah..." Frank whispered, smirking, "Shit-"

"Frank!"

Frank let out a groan as he heard his dad calling out for him, stopping his and Gerard's heated tangle before it got too intense. Frank looked into Gerard's eyes, a low snarl rippling in his throat as he took a step back.

"Stay," he growled, watching Gerard tilt his head downward and submit, still pressed against the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Frank smoothed himself out and turned on his heel, walking down the hallway. He ascended the stairs to his father, Frank Senior, also the Alpha of the pack. Frank walked up to the top floor, the Alpha's own floor of the house, and stopped outside of his dad's study. Frank had grown jealous of his dad recently, owing to the fact that the Alpha got their very own floor in the packhouse. This was the norm, however. The house contained four floors, starting with the ground floor where the common ablutionary rooms were situated, being the colossal living room and the kitchen and the dining hall. Yes, hall.

Then there were the bedrooms on the second floor, the Omega's rooms lining the floor with a mix of the Beta's in between. The third floor continued with bedrooms of the rest of the Beta's- and Frank, the next Alpha in line. Of course, his room was more of a small apartment compared to the rest of the rooms with him being the next in line Alpha, but the Alpha himself got the very top floor all to himself, room, study, and anything else he could want.

And Frank found it unfair. He had to share a floor with the rest of the pack, the common Beta's for God sake- sharing the house with twelve other wolves- Dad didn't count in that regard, but the older he got he grew to live with it, sitting in the knowledge that it would be his someday. Frank knocked on the closed study door, hearing an "enter" from within that had him opening the door and walking in to see his dad sitting behind the desk, leaning back in his padded leather chair, elbows resting, fingers steepled.

"What's up, pops?"

"We need to have a serious talk, Frank." Frank Senior straightened up as he gestured for his son to sit at the vacant chair facing the desk, which Frank obeyed, parking himself in the seat, leaning back with a leg over the other.

"What's up?"

"Well, you're turning eighteen soon..." Frank's dad began and Frank could sense a lecture coming on, making him slide further into the chair to prepare the unlubed adolescence-raping yet again.

"And you're going grey," Frank commented.

"Frank." A low warning that made the teenager blanch in submission much to his dismay, "As I was saying."

"Yes?"

"You're turning eighteen in a week or so," His father began again, "And it's about time you realize that you're going to be Alpha."

"I'm well aware," Frank interjected, earning himself another stern, solitary warning snarl that shut him up instantly, his figurative tail between his legs as the Alpha stared him back down into submission.

"First off, you're going to be Alpha, and if you're going to do that, you're going to have to learn to grow out of this irresponsible, rebellious phase of yours. I can't have this pack relying on someone so blasé about the rules and doing what's right."

Frank withheld the urge to scoff in his dad's face at the very notion of it. Frank was turning eighteen, and if anything, it was all the more reason to celebrate, he could do what he wanted to do and that was thrilling to the young Alpha.

"If you don't pull yourself together, Frank, I'm warning you..." Frank didn't reply, his gaze elsewhere as he folded his arms over his chest, before he glanced back over at his dad, noting the complete and utter seriousness etched into every pore and every line, "Speaking of which," Frank Senior gestured to the door and Frank turned to see Gerard walk in timidly, his hands clasped in front of him, head cast down, standing there as Frank raised a solitary eyebrow and turned to look at his dad.

"And this?" Frank asked, "What, is this an intervention? Oh no, God forbid I had sex and a couple beers, Dad."

"Frank Anthony!" Frank let out a whimper in fright, his head ducked down as he heard Gerard do exactly the same, the poor Omega most likely having jumped from his trembling skin, "One more outburst from you and I'll have you sat in solitary again, are we clear?"

Frank's head shot up in astonishment at the harsh punishment. Frank hated solitary. It was his dad's idea of punishment in the packhouse, with any of them disobeying an order, they were sent to solitary, sent to the basement in the dark by themselves in a cage for any amount imaginable. Frank spent a week in the cage when he was fifteen for sneaking out of the house to go to a party in town with his "friends". It didn't help that the party was on a full moon and Frank had almost exposed their kind to a bunch of humans when his body began to shift whether he wanted it or not. He arrived home that night undetected- or so he thought- when he snuck into his room and found his dad sitting there waiting for him looking more than furious in his wolf form and teeth bared.

Safe to say Frank now marks the lunar cycle on his calendar beforehand and planned parties accordingly. Not that his dad had to know about the latter part- for both of their sakes.

"Now then-" His dad began, snapping Frank out of his solitary-enraptured thought stem. The young Alpha looked at his dad with a tentative squint as Gerard came to sit beside Frank on the floor, as his rightful place would be- the norm of course, "On top of reigning in your... Frivolity. You also have a duty to yourself and your pack."

"Being?" Frank frowned and looked over to his left where Gerard was perched as the Elder Alpha gestured over to the Omega, "What?"

"He's your mate, Frank."

"Yeah, so? Not yet..." Frank scoffed.

"You're becoming a man, and Gerard already is, you need to start settling down, Frank."

Frank let out a loud scoff, making the Omega flinch beside him, "Uh- yeah... Not in a couple of years time, Dad. If ever."

"He's your soulmate, Frank. You-"

"I don't need to do shit!" Frank rose up out of the chair, his body suddenly filled with anger, "I don't need to fucking settle down with a mate if I don't fucking want to!"

"Don't you yell at me!" Frank Senior stood up, his hands pressed firmly on the desk as Frank began to breathe heavily, glaring at his father as a snarl came bubbling up in his throat.

"I don't have to fucking mate with anyone just to be Alpha! You only did because you got mom pregnant!"

"I love your mother!"

"Yeah well, I don't love him!" Frank gestured with a harsh hand to Gerard, who was stock-still, staring at the ground on his knees, hands still on his lap.

"If you don't take a mate, I'm not letting you be Alpha!"

"Fine!" Frank roared angrily, "I- I don't need you! Or him! Or anyone!" Frank let out another menacing snarl before he turned, running out of the study and down the stairs.

He ran into his room, slamming the door shut behind him as hard as he could muster up, letting out an angry and frustrated scream, his inner wolf tearing at his insides, tearing to break free as he threw over the desk beside him out of sheer frustration, throwing the desk onto its side, the papers flying, his computer letting out a solid crunch.

He let out a howl as he tore at the posters on his wall will his sharpened claws, leaving long gashes in the wall as he went, pulling pillows apart as he sent fluff and feathers into the air. He flipped his entire bed over with one fell swoop of his powerful, wolf-embodied strength, the massive construction hitting the wall with a heavy thud that shattered a window.

"Fuck this." Frank seethed as he picked up a bag from his closet, the doors hanging on their hinges, before stuffing some of his clothes and belongings into it.

"Frank I-" Gerard began as he timidly opened the door, "Oh my god-"

"Fuck off!" Frank roared as he slung the bag strap over his shoulder despite it being a large duffel, "This is your fuckin' fault! I hate you!"

"I didn't..." Gerard began timidly, his body trembling in fear.

"I told you to fuck off, you worthless shit!" Frank snarled, making Gerard jump back, whimpering as he instantly submitted to the Alpha, taking a step back, "This is your fault! I didn't ask you! I don't want you!"

"I'm sorry..." Gerard whimpered pathetically, his eyes brimming with tears as Frank ran a hand through his black fauxhawk and rolled his eyes.

"Don't ever... Ever... Speak to me again, you stupid Omega." Frank spat as he turned, walking out onto his balcony before jumping off and running out into the forest, running as fast as he could and away from his packhouse.

He never wanted to ever go back.