03-27-2019, 04:27 PM
Diesel turned sharply at the sound of the door opening, ready to growl at whomever had walked in and scare them off. When he saw it was Shawn who had come in he immediately turned away -- trying to ignore the heat of flush that touched his ears at being caught having a tantrum like a child. He wasn't proud of his actions, nor the rumbling that continued out of him from anger. He'd been working on controlling his temper since the twins had been born, having been a puppet to his own aggression for as long as he could remember.
Maybe it was hereditary, his father was a cruel asshole too, or maybe it started when his older omega brother had shown him up and proved himself capable of taking over the family business despite being an omega -- forcing Diesel to build up his own 'dealings' from scratch. Either way it was a cruel mistress and it seemed he still occasionally fell prey to it.
Almost immediately Shawn was wrapping his bloodied hand in paper towels, red eyes glancing down to the near identical red seeping through the stark whiteness of the bathroom's towels. It seemed easier to watch the blood than it was to look Shawn in the face, ignoring the omega's fussing over the injury.
Without being able to stop himself he slipped his hand out of Shawn's, despite the strong grip the omega had on it in order to try and stop the blood flow. "Did you fuck him?" Diesel growled out, perhaps a little too cruelly. "Your sugar pop?"
Red eyes finally met the single green eye of the omega, there was hurt there but his anger was stronger than the timid guilt that sat in the bottom of his stomach. Blood slowly dripped from his hand, making small plopping sounds that seemed slow in comparison to his beating heart. "You seem to know each other well enough. Smiled at him sweetly enough."
His voice turned into a snarl as he swiped at the remaining glass still in the boarder of the mirror, thanking whatever Gods there were that he'd been in control enough to not swipe at Shawn himself. "Gefällt es dir? Ich fühle mich wie ein Idiot."
Maybe it was hereditary, his father was a cruel asshole too, or maybe it started when his older omega brother had shown him up and proved himself capable of taking over the family business despite being an omega -- forcing Diesel to build up his own 'dealings' from scratch. Either way it was a cruel mistress and it seemed he still occasionally fell prey to it.
Almost immediately Shawn was wrapping his bloodied hand in paper towels, red eyes glancing down to the near identical red seeping through the stark whiteness of the bathroom's towels. It seemed easier to watch the blood than it was to look Shawn in the face, ignoring the omega's fussing over the injury.
Without being able to stop himself he slipped his hand out of Shawn's, despite the strong grip the omega had on it in order to try and stop the blood flow. "Did you fuck him?" Diesel growled out, perhaps a little too cruelly. "Your sugar pop?"
Red eyes finally met the single green eye of the omega, there was hurt there but his anger was stronger than the timid guilt that sat in the bottom of his stomach. Blood slowly dripped from his hand, making small plopping sounds that seemed slow in comparison to his beating heart. "You seem to know each other well enough. Smiled at him sweetly enough."
His voice turned into a snarl as he swiped at the remaining glass still in the boarder of the mirror, thanking whatever Gods there were that he'd been in control enough to not swipe at Shawn himself. "Gefällt es dir? Ich fühle mich wie ein Idiot."
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