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It started the way most dumb arguments in the pack did - loudly, stupidly, and without any real point until someone’s pride got involved.
Puffer was sprawled across one end of the couch, arms crossed, a frown pulling his mouth down in the most obvious'I’m not mad, but I’m definitely getting there.' Droid was across from him, leaning against the armrest with his legs stretched out, ankles crossed, sipping from a water bottle like it was the most casual thing in the world.
The tension between them was thick enough to taste.
“So,” Puffer began slowly, “I think it’s my turn to have Pezzy tonight.”
Droid didn’t even look up. “Funny, ‘cause I think you’re wrong.”
Puffer narrowed his eyes. “I had to deal with Yumi singing in the shower for thirty minutes last night. That means I deserve peace. And Pezzy is peace.”
“Peace?” Droid scoffed, finally looking up at him. “Pezzy kicks and talks in his sleep, man. I’m basically doing you a service by letting him cuddle with me.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t mind being kicked,” Puffer shot back. “You just can’t handle the omega experience.”
“I can handle it fine-” Droid leaned forward, suddenly competitive - “but I’m not about to let you hog him. You’ve had him twice this week already.”
“Twice?” Puffer’s tone was sharp. “No, you’ve had him twice. You can’t even count.”
“Oh, I can count. I just can’t count how many times you’ve weaseled your way into his nest when I wasn’t looking.”
Now they were leaning forward like a pair of kids arguing over the last cookie, voices dropping into low, heated tones that had nothing to do with actual anger and everything to do with petty alpha dominance.
Meanwhile…
The Omega in questions wasn't even in the room.
He was in the den, already wrapped up in a ridiculous pile of blankets with Grizzy, who was holding a controller and focused entirely on whatever game he was playing. Pezzy’s head was resting comfortably on the Beta’s chest, legs tangled up with his, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
He could hear every word of the argument down the hall, the alphas’ bickering spilling over into increasingly childish insults.
“They really think they’re deciding something,” Pezzy murmured, almost purring with amusement.
Grizzy didn’t even glance down at him. “Mhm.”
“They’re gonna get in here and-” Pezzy’s smile widened, “-realize they wasted fifteen minutes arguing while I was already cuddled up with you.”
Grizzy hummed again, eyes on the screen, thumb flicking over the joystick. “They’re alphas. Logic isn’t their strong suit.”
Pezzy snorted into his chest, muffling a laugh. He didn’t mean to set them up like this, but honestly… letting them fight it out while he was already perfectly cozy? That was just too good to pass up.
Down the hall, the voices were getting louder.
“Fine! We’ll just have to ask Pezzy!” Puffer’s voice rang out, triumphant.
“Yeah, let’s do that-” Droid’s footsteps followed fast behind.
And then both alphas burst into the den, stopping dead in the doorway.
There was Pezzy, curled up like the picture of contentment against Grizzy, who didn’t even look away from the TV. The omega tilted his head up, gave them a lazy, wicked grin, and said, “Oh, hey. You guys done fighting?”
The silence was glorious.
Grizzy finally smirked, just a little. “Guess you’re both outta luck tonight.”
Pezzy hid his chuckle against the beta’s chest, basking in the delicious mix of annoyance and disbelief radiating from the two alphas.