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Kant can’t take his eyes off the picture the omega is painting as he rides him. He is the most beautiful sight Kant has ever seen. He wants to raise himself up and run his hands over every inch of the omega’s body. However, the naughty boy had pushed his hands above his head and whispered in his ear, “Don’t move them. If you move them, I’ll stop, and you can finish with your hand for all I care.” Then the omega had seated himself on Kant’s cock, taking him in deep.
When they had met earlier that night the omega had refused to give him his name so in his mind he had dubbed him, the stubborn cat. There really is something catlike in the way he pretends to be cold but almost purrs at Kant’s attention.
To be honest, Kant had never been controlled in the bedroom like this. If anyone had asked him before tonight if he would like it, he would have said no. Now he finds that it adds to the excitement of the moment and makes his heart race all that much faster. “New kink unlocked,” he thinks to himself with amusement.
His stubborn cat knows exactly what he is doing to him. He grins down at the alpha and changes his position by leaning in as he rolls his hips. Kant lets out a gasping moan feeling himself getting close to the edge. The omega, sensing this as well, speeds up his motion. Kant tosses back his head and bucks his hips upwards into the other’s tight depths as his climax hits him. He slumps back on the bed, completely fucked out as the after waves of pleasure wash over him. Kant is far from inexperienced, but he has never felt anything like this in his life. In fact, the rest of the night feels a little surreal to him as the omega manages to take him to new heights time after time. When he falls into an exhausted sleep with the little cat snuggled against his side, he feels completely satiated.
To his regret, when he wakes up mid-morning the next day, his little stubborn cat is gone without a trace. Kant sighs, “I wish I could have at least gotten his name.” He grabs his clothes from last night and uses the hotel bathroom to take a quick shower.
As the hot water washes over him, he replays the events of last night over in his mind. Style had called yesterday afternoon and asked if he wanted to go get a few beers. Since Kant hadn’t had any other plans, he readily agreed to pick his friend up at the garage. The two of them had ended up at the bowling alley which doubled as a small club at night. It was a popular pickup spot, and Kant already had half a mind to find a hookup for the night. Style seemed to sense this because he had rolled his eyes as Kant scanned the tables for a potential partner.
“See anything you like?” Style had asked him.
Kant had just spotted a sweet looking omega drinking alone a few tables away, “I think I do.”
Style’s had found who Kant was looking at. Just then the omega licked his lips and had let his eyes drift to the people bowling on the other side of the room.
“Cute,” was Style’s only comment.
“I know right?” Kant had answered without taking his eyes off the omega.
As if sensing he was being watched the omega turned his head to look at them. Kant remembers smirking a little at the appraising look the omega had given him. It had been the omega who broke eye contact first. He downed the rest of his beer and stood up to walk to the lanes.
Kant watched as he chose a bowling ball. Finally, he stood and told Style, “Don’t wait up.”
“Just give me the signal and I’ll find my own way home.” Style answered.
Kant nodded and approached the omega. “Mind if I say hello?”
“Do you need permission for that?” The omega had asked, “but permission granted.”
“My name is Kant, and you are?” Kant asked.
“Just you is fine.” The omega said, then he had given Kant a brilliant smile that had almost stopped his heart. He nodded at the table where Style still sat and said, “You think your friend will mind if I take you away tonight?”
Kant made his eyes wide and innocent as he teased, “Where would you be taking me?” He was curious to see how this stubborn cat would react.
“Hmm, let’s keep everything simple. I just moved here; do you know if there is a decent hotel close? My treat.” The omega said. “Think carefully, I could be dangerous.”
Kant laughed out loud at this. He pretended to consider but he had made his decision the moment he had seen the omega. He looked over and gave Style a mini heart sign, which was their agreed upon signal. Style gave back a thumbs up to show he understood, and Kant put an arm around the omega’s waist.
The omega blinked up in surprise at this, “Bold, aren’t you?”
Kant gave him his most charming smile and said, “It’s just that you’re too cute. How can I resist?”
At this the omega had given him another of those heart stopping smiles and let Kant lead him to his car.
Now the smile won’t leave Kant’s face at the memories. He only hopes he can meet with his stubborn cat again sometime. Maybe he’ll come back to the bowling alley, Kant goes there most weekends with Style.
Kant glances at his watch. He has a client coming later this afternoon, but there is still plenty of time. He decides to go home and grab a bite to eat first then maybe take a quick nap. His apartment is above his tattoo studio, so there is no need to hurry.
When he arrives home his younger brother, Babe is watching TV with his friend Knot. Well Babe is watching TV while Knot studies. Kant hardly ever sees Babe with his books out but somehow, he still manages to get good grades so Kant can’t really lecture him about it.
It is just the two of them now, their parents had died when they were children. Kant had been the only one left to care for his brother, since they had no close relatives. Sometimes Babe says that Kant acts more like his father than his older brother. Kant supposes that is true, he hadn’t had a choice.
Knot greets him with a polite wai, “Welcome home, P’Kant.”
Kant wonders once again how this polite boy became friends with his sometimes wild brother. “Hello, Knot. You’re here early, did you stay the night?”
Knot shakes his head, “I got here just before you.”
“What are you studying so hard for on a Saturday?” Kant asks to make small talk.
It is Babe that answers the question, “He wants to get into an exchange program in England.”
“Oh, didn’t you want to do that program as well?” Kant remembers his brother mentioning it at the beginning of the semester.
Babe shrugs, “Too expensive.”
Kant furrows his eyebrows, “How much is it?”
“Don’t worry about it. Don’t even think about doing something weird to find the money. I will survive if I don’t go, maybe I can save up and go later.” Babe says. Knot is watching them with interest, so Babe had used the word weird instead of illegal. They both know about Kant’s past.
Kant doesn’t reply, he will still try to find a way to help his brother. He wants Babe to have the opportunities he didn’t have. Instead, he asks, “What are you watching, kid?”
Babe wrinkles his nose at being called kid. “It’s a news story on that real estate investor that got murdered. They haven’t caught who did it yet.”
“The one who was in the news the other day suspected of human trafficking?” Kant asks.
“Yeah, that’s the one. I’ve been following the story on social media, and I bet it was a hitman.” Babe says seriously.
Kant laughs, “Haven’t you been watching too many mafia series? That doesn’t sound like real life.”
“Even the people who write the series must be inspired by something. Think about it, it just makes sense. There is probably a big mafia boss in charge of the human trafficking ring, and they put out a hit on this guy because he was close to being indicted. The hitman is probably a total pro and that’s why he hasn’t been caught.” Babe tells him.
Babe pushes himself up from the sofa and says to his friend, “Hey, Knot I’m hungry. Let's go get something to eat.”
Knot packs his books in his bag and follows Babe out of the apartment. Once they are gone Kant debates on if he would rather have food himself or take a nap first. He has just decided to see if there are any instant noodles when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He answers it quickly when he sees who is calling.
“Hello, Captain.” Kant says.
“Kant, come downstairs. I need to talk to you.” is the only reply. The other hangs up before Kant can answer.
Downstairs he finds Captain Chris waiting for him. He hadn’t even waited for Kant to ask him in. He has already taken a seat in the tattoo parlor and is smoking a cigarette. Kant feels a stab of annoyance. “Why are you here, our business is done, you said so when I finished the last job.”
When Kant was younger, Captain Chris had apprehended him in the process of stealing a car. Instead of sending him to jail he had forced Kant to help him with investigations. Which he magnanimously called using one criminal to catch another.
Although Kant is grateful that he hadn’t gone to jail he feels like he has more than paid back this man over the years. Each job the captain had sent him into had been more dangerous than the last. Kant always felt like his life was on the line when he was working for the police.
“I’m not taking any jobs this time.” He tells the captain, immediately.
“I haven’t even said anything yet, listen to the proposal and job details first.” Captain Chris hands him a cigarette and motions to the seat beside him.
“I don’t want to hear.” Kant says, but he takes both the cigarette and the seat anyway.
Captain Chris lowers his voice to sound intimidating, “I will tell you regardless.”
Kant sighs, “Then hurry up and say it before my brother comes back.”
“Have you seen the news about the human trafficker that was assassinated?” The captain asks him.
Kant’s blood runs cold, this can’t be going anywhere good. “I just watched a news story on that.”
“I suspect the person who killed him was the same one who killed that politician last week. They knew each other and it seems they might have been collaborating in human trafficking. We have a lead, but we don’t have enough evidence to make an arrest,” the captain says, handing him a brown envelope.
Kant takes it but doesn’t bother to open it yet. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to investigate these two and gather evidence. I need proof if these two are the real assassins and I need to find out who is orchestrating everything.” Captain Chris tells him.
“How can I do something the police can’t even manage? These are assassins and I’m only a petty thief. If I take this job I could die and then who would watch out for my little brother?” Kant says.
“If you take this job, I will clear your entire criminal record. It will be like it never existed. More importantly this job comes with a significant payment. The higher ups are pouring in resources to catch the mastermind behind this.” The captain answers.
Kant doesn’t respond. He could use the money to help Babe with his education, but this job is obviously dangerous, or they wouldn’t be offering so much. He takes the papers out of the envelope. There are two sets of documents. The first is information on an alpha named Fadel. There is nothing about the man to suggest he is an assassin. According to the document, Fadel has recently moved to town and opened a western burger restaurant, named Heart Burgers, with his younger brother. There is no mention of other relatives. The clandestine picture is of a man, with a sour looking expression, moving boxes into a restaurant.
When Kant flips over to the second document, he feels his breath catch. There is also a picture, and this one is of a slightly younger man with a sweet smile. This picture was obviously taken at the same time as the other, the man is also loaded down with boxes. What makes Kant’s heart skip a beat is that this is a picture of his stubborn cat. How can the naughty cat that he just spent such a sweet time with last night be a cold-blooded killer?
He puts the picture aside and reads the document. The omega’s name is Bison, and he is listed as twenty-five years old, the same age as Kant. There is little else known about the pair. No information on where they came from or where they went to school. That fact does seem slightly suspicious. In this modern day everyone’s background information is easily tracked. Unless they paid cash for the building the bank, at least, should have done a background check before giving them a loan.
Maybe they are a couple of rich kids living off an inheritance, Kant tells himself. That might explain the fact that the police didn’t have any background information.
“So, you’ll do it?” Captain Chris asks.
“Did I say so?” Kant returns.
“You look interested.” The captain answers.
Kant doesn’t elaborate that it’s not the job he is interested in. However, he agrees to take it for two reasons. One is he really does want the money to help Babe, and two is to find out more about his stubborn cat.
Several days later, Kant waits across from the restaurant until he sees the older brother leave. He can’t help but to wonder if the man always wears such a sour expression. How is he so different from his sunny and adventurous younger brother? The omega’s smile had been what had first attracted Kant to him when he had spotted him in the bowling alley that night. Of course, the omega’s cute looks didn’t hurt either.
He doesn’t go in as soon as the brother leaves. He decides to wait a little while, so that he doesn’t look suspicious. After about thirty minutes he makes his way into the shop. The inside of the shop is cutely decorated like an old-fashioned American burger joint. It is neat and clean but there are no customers. Kant hadn’t seen anyone enter the restaurant in all the time he had been waiting there.
When he sees Bison sitting at the bar where he had been watching a movie, he feigns surprise and says, “Oh, it’s you.” Then he gives Bison a smile.
Bison, seeming to believe it’s just a coincidence, says in a pleased tone, “We meet again.”
“It must be fate,” Kant tells him. “I guess today I will finally get to know your name.” When Bison doesn’t answer he steps close enough to get a whiff of the omega’s scent. It’s a heady scent that reminds him of the night that they had spent together. “I drive by here often and just noticed someone was reopening the shop. I was curious to see what kind of place it was, turns out to be a burger joint. Since I saw you were open, I thought I’d stop in and try it out. It looks nice.” Kant knows he is probably talking too much out of nervousness. He isn’t sure if it’s nervousness from the assignment or being close to the cute omega again.
Bison studies him for a minute and finally says, “My name is Bison. My brother and I run this shop together, but he is the chef. He will be back soon if you want to have a drink while you wait.”
Kant takes the seat, and Bison brings him a beer from the cooler, “So it’s just the two of you running the shop?”
“Yeah, just the two of us.” Bison answers.
Kant picks up the menu and says, “Why don’t you cook for me instead?”
Bison scrunches up his nose cutely, “It might be a disaster if I make it. What if you post a bad review, we haven’t built up a customer base yet.”
“I’d never do that.” Kant tells him. “You said you aren’t usually the cook. I can try your brother’s cooking later and base my review on that.” Kant gives him a wink, starting to fall back into his naturally flirty demeanor.
Bison licks his lips, and Kant really wants to taste them. The night that they had spent together, Bison hadn’t allowed any kissing.
“Alright, I guess that would be okay. I’ll give you a half-price deal. Just don’t complain if it’s bad.” Bison looks towards the kitchen as if he is unsure what it is used for, and Kant wonders if he has made a mistake in pushing the omega to cook for him. While he waits, he grabs two more bottles of beer out of the cooler. Bison returns with an overcooked burger on a charred bun. It is surrounded by unevenly cut vegetables and a pickle spear that probably came out of a jar. Nothing looked particularly appetizing except maybe the pickle.
To delay eating, Kant says. “So why did you choose to open a restaurant?”
“My brother wanted to,” Bison replies.
“This isn’t a very busy area; do you think there will be enough customers?” Kant looks around at the empty restaurant.
“Fadel chose it. He said he liked the quietness here and that he wasn’t opening the shop for the customers anyway.” Bison says.
“Well, I will come everyday for lunch then,” Kant tells him.
“Do you love burgers so much that you want to eat them every day?” Bison wonders.
“No, I like you that much and want to eat you every day.” Kant says, honestly. He is pleased to see Bison blush at this. He hadn’t realized the omega could be shy too.
“You’re teasing me. Do lines like that usually work?” Bison asks.
“Sometimes.” Kant says with a laugh. “I guess not on you though.”
“Because I could tell from the moment I met you that you were a flirt.” Bison says.
When he is called out like this, Kant only shrugs. He is enjoying this banter with the omega. Part of him knows he should be afraid but oddly enough he isn’t at all.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Bison waves towards Kant’s plate.
When asked directly, Kant decides he has no choice but to pick up the burger and take a bite. It is worse than it looks. The meat is burned on the edges and is still raw in the center. “It’s not bad,” he lies.
“Don’t worry, I used only edible ingredients. It shouldn’t make you sick.” Even Bison looks doubtfully at the burger.
To buy time Kant picks up the pickle and nibbles on that. “When do you get days off?”
“Why?” Bison asks.
“Let’s go out sometime. I would like to ask you on a date.” Kant says.
“You’re asking permission again?” Bison laughs at this.
“So, do I have it?” Kant asks him.
Bison seems to consider then says, “Sure, you seem familiar with this area. Maybe you can show me around sometime.”
Kant is a person who thrives on touch. He slides his chair closer to Bison, intending on leaning up against him. However, before he can a hand wedges itself in between the two of them. Kant is pushed back into his seat roughly. Kant looks up to see Fadel glaring down at him.
Although he had seen the alpha in photos, he was much more intimidating in person. He scrutinizes Kant then turns to Bison, “Is this your friend.”
Bison shrugs. “He’s a customer.”
“Customer?” Fadel turns to stare at the burger as if it’s very presence on one of his plates had offended him. “You made this for a customer.”
“Yup,” Bison says with a pleased grin. “Then we talked so now we practically are friends.”
“Go to the back and unpack the supplies that came in this morning. Don’t bother the…customer.” Fadel tells Bison. He then picks up the plate and tosses the remaining food into the garbage.
Although the action was harsh, Kant couldn’t help but feel a little grateful to Fadel for saving him from having to eat the terrible burger. Even the thought of it gave him indigestion.
“Wait, I’ll make you a new burger.” Fadel says before turning to Bison who is still hesitating by the supply room door. “I said go to the back. I’ll come to help you in a few minutes.”
Bison makes a face at his brother, but says, “See you later, Kant.”
“Yeah,” Kant tells him. “See you around.”
Fadel stares coldly at Kant for another moment then goes to the kitchen and starts sharpening a knife. Kant can’t help but feel nervous at this, but Fadel only turns and begins to expertly chop more vegetables. Before long a delicious smell fills the restaurant. Fadel returns a few minutes later with a burger that looks just like the one from the picture on the menu.
“Would you like to order anything else?” Fadel asks him.
“No this is fine,” Kant manages.
He hands Kant a piece of paper, “Just scan to pay, we don’t deal with cash here.”
Kant blinks in surprise at that and quickly scans the payment for his meal. Then he shows Fadel that it’s done.
“If you need anything else just ring the bell.” Then he follows Bison to the back storeroom. Kant considers if he should try to listen in to their conversation, but he would have no way to explain it if he were to be caught. So, he only sits alone in the restaurant and eats his food. It really is good. He thinks he will invite Style along next time he would really enjoy the food here.