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"On the floor." Chuuya snapped in an Alpha Command, sending all the enemies around them down to their knees, Omega's, Beta's and Alpha's alike.
Using your Commands during battles like this was considered the ultimate faux pas, something not even respectable mafiosos would do, given any choice about it. But there had been far too many people aiming guns at Dazai, and good as Chuuya was at redirecting bullets, he couldn’t trust that he would have been able to stop all of them. Not when these assholes had proven to have excellent marksmen in their ranks, a combination straight out of Chuuya’s nightmares when paired with an ex-partner that still wouldn’t dodge.
Chuuya turned to yell at the suicidal asshole for being the reason why he’d had to do this, only to have his heart stop when he realized that Dazai was on the floor, too.
For a fraction of a second, Chuuya was frozen in a certainty that he'd been too late. Halfway convinced that all of Dazai’s dreams had just come true, and the damn Mackerel had managed to get himself hit.
But, no. No. That wasn’t the unsightly sprawl of someone that had fallen because of injury. That pose was on purpose, carefully arranged. That pose was submission.
Which was impossible, because as dominant as Alpha Primes were, as sure as Chuuya had been that he could get the others to submit to him, Dazai was a Gamma.
And while Gamma's were essentially Omega's, with heats and the ability to bear offspring and all of the other bullshit that came with that, they didn't submit. That's what set them apart from their Omega brethren, a Gamma's ability to easily shake off an Alpha's Commands as if they were nothing more than words. Gamma’s only ever submitted by choice. Not even the strongest of Alpha Prime's could bring them down if they weren’t willing to go down.
Unless, and this was always the only exception, unless the one Commanding them was an incredibly compatible Alpha. Then maybe they would fall despite their more rational, human instincts. Tasteless Alpha’s sometimes joked that a Gamma going submissive for a Command was practically the same as them presenting to be fucked. Any good person would make sure the Alpha saying that would lose their teeth, but there was a tiny bit of truth in those words.
A Gamma going submissive for a Command showed their willingness to be courted by the Alpha issuing the Command.
And Dazai had just gone submissive for Chuuya.
Chuuya continued to stare at Dazai's bowed head as the Gamma refused to look up at him, the knowledge of what this meant racing through his skull. He wondered if Dazai had gone submissive willingly- he doubted it, really, it wasn’t like the asshole to be so open with things like this- or if he’d been forced to by his Gamma. He wondered how Dazai really felt about him, if his inner Gamma was so sure that it wanted Chuuya as a mate to the point that Dazai hadn’t been able to stop his Gamma from showing it.
As one of the enemies on the floor began to move, Chuuya awoke from his stupor and spun around to deal with him, a blooming hope causing his heart to race in his chest, unable to hold back the smile that probably made him look a touch unhinged.
If the Gamma that Chuuya had wanted for years was willing to consider Chuuya as a potential mate, there was no way in hell that Chuuya wasn’t going to follow through with his part of that. He was going to do anything he had to do to make sure that the possibility of their courtship come to fruition. His fangs were already descended at the thought of it, his mouth practically watering at the thought of finally sinking his teeth into that flesh and tying his partner to him in ways he wouldn't be able to escape from.
He just had to make sure they both got out of here first.
Because after being given this new chance, he was not going to let his desired mate slip through his fingers again.