"I know, Vin, I know you warned him," Blue whispered, "but humans are... humans are... they're dumb, Vin, they're stupid and have dull senses, you know this. You didn't immediately assault him, which I guess is saying something. You tried. But you have to try harder. You can't let fucking blood rage consume you. At least not with humans." Blue blinked slowly, unsure why he had amended his statement, reiterating over and over that he wasn't okay with Eivind killing<i>humans</i>. But only because it meant Eivind would get in trouble and be taken away from him. Only because Blue couldn't imagine going a day without having Eivind by his side after spending the last few months together, completely inseparable. Already it felt as if Eivind had carved out a hole in Blue's chest and settled himself there, a hole only he could fill. It hadn't been intentional, Blue was sure of this, but it had been done, and the young man didn't want to think about the pain he would feel if Eivind was forcefully removed from his life. What was left of it, anyway.<br/><br/>"Eivind, there are no alphas in human society!" Blue hissed, tossing his hands up in mild frustration. "That isn't how our social structure works. There isn't any born trait that makes any human innately stronger or more deserving of respect than any other. I know wolves can sense those things about other wolves, but we aren't like that, and you can't treat us like we are. Sometimes there are just humans who talk a big game because that's all they know how to do, but once they get into a real fight they're fucking useless. Vincent is a scary guy to most humans. He's big, bulky, and strong, but he isn't a match for an alpha wolf, and there's no way for him to know that. He taunted us because he wanted a reaction, and you gave it to him. Yes, he deserved it. He probably deserved a whole lot more. But you have to be careful and cognizant of where you are, what you're doing, and who's watching."<br/><br/>Eivind was moving his head, nodding lightly in pseudo-agreement, but it was obvious he wasn't completely listening to what Blue was saying. He was still trapped within his own mind, obsessed with the idea of punishing those who had ever dared to touch Blue. Blue sighed when Eivind's fingers took hold of Blue's chin, manipulating his head so that he could look more closely at Blue's neck. A streetlight posted on the sidewalk a few few feet away from them provided a deep orange light that spilled out onto the concrete and lightly kissed the red brick of the wall the two men were huddled against, but the alleyway was still quite dark and Blue wasn't sure just how much Eivind could actually see. He imaged wolves must have had better night vision than humans as well. They were hunters, after all.<br/><br/>Blue felt goosebumps erupt along his limbs as Eivind gently stroked his throat with his thumb. Although the memory of Vincent clutching his neck certainly wasn't one he wanted to repeat, Eivind's fingers were careful and gentle with him. His cock twitched again and began to gently pulse as the prolonged contact, and Blue knew it was only a matter of seconds before Eivind would be able to smell him. He was unsure of how Eivind would react to his budding arousal in this heightened state, whether he would question it, or whether he would act. Blue decided that if Eivind did choose to act, he wouldn't have minded.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," Blue whispered, biting his lip and tilting his head so his wolf would have better access to his neck. His mate was still focused on Vincent, however, even with his pretty young mate's skin against his fingertips. "He wasn't that bad, initially," Blue countered, shrugging his shoulders. "But I think that was mostly an act to get me to go out with him. He got bad pretty fast, and I broke up with him after a couple of months of dating. Don't take what he said seriously. He was just trying to fuck with you." Blue didn't want his lover thinking too hard on Vincent's words. Technically, nothing Vincent had said had been a lie. He had enjoyed calling Vincent Daddy, and he didn't mind begging. He liked being choked (the proper way). But Eivind had never given off the impression that he was in to any of that, so Blue had never brought it up. He didn't want to be judged, or have Eivind be upset by Blue's mild cravings. So for now, he simply set them aside. Their sex was excellent enough without the extra touches, though Blue would come to desire them more as time continued to march forward.<br/><br/>"You should feel better because I'm okay, save my stupid hand. And that no one is pressing charges against you. Vincent is probably just trying to save face. I'm sure he was embarrassed by the pounding you gave him. Regardless, knowing that you protected me needs to be enough. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>Blue was starting to become even more aroused, despite the sour turn of the conversation. He shifted himself quickly, not eager to feel his growing erection press against the zipper of his tight, fitted jeans. "I think... I think Sig must have gotten something for my hand by now," Blue began, looking at Eivind's hard face as he continued to examine him.