Beta	   Beta
 by Ophelia Coelridge

  "Fraser, what's he--why is he doing that?" 

"Doing what, Ray?" 

"Looking at me like that!" 

"Ah. Well, it's quite simple." 

"With you, Frase, nothing is simple. So what's the wolf doing?" 

"He's attempting to determine who's dominant." 

"Dominant?" 

"Yes. You see, it's now clear to him that you're not an alpha male." 

"You mean because we--because you--shit! You tell him my sex life has
nothing to do with him!" 

"Actually, the ease with which you submitted to my advances suggests--" 

"Is that Canadian for it's because I let you do me?" 

"No Ray, I'm not referring specifically to the act of penetration." 

"What then?" 

"Well, your willingness to place yourself in a position of submission in
relation to me--" 

"And it's not even like we used handcuffs or anything..." 

"--has determined, at least as far as Diefenbaker is concerned, that you
are definitely not the alpha male, or pack leader. The only question
remaining in his mind is whether or not you are beta in relation to his
status, and must submit to him-in a strictly non-sexual sense, of course."


"To him?" 

"Yes, I'm afraid so." 

"I'm not beta to no wolf." 

"No?" 

"No, no, no, absolutely no. As far as he goes, I'm alpha all the way." 

"I'm afraid that's impossible now, Ray." 

"I am so alpha--" 

"Care to prove that?" Dangerous lift of an eyebrow. 

"Make me." Slow, wicked smile. "...uh, Frase?" 

Click. 

"What's with the cuffs?" 

Click. 

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