For inwhichwar, the AU of the Volchok 'verse.

[werewolf_hacker]

Ben's recovered from his ordeal at the brothel, at least for the most part. He hates being undressed in front of people, including Kati--although he knows he's safe with her and trusts her utterly. But his modesty issues have taken a giant hit with this, and he's still twitchy around people not his Mistress

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[inwhichwar]

[She is, in point of fact, in their shared flat, reading the daily reports and waiting for him to come back. She's actually quite enjoyed this little leave of absence -- nursing Ben back to health and all. It's something like she imagines a normal life might be like, and if she's not exactly lining up for it to be permanent, well, she still likes it well enough.

When her phone shrills out the alert tone from Ben's panic button, though, all that goes out the window, and she is arming up and heading for the door with all the alacrity of the seasoned soldier of fortune that she is. ]

[werewolf_hacker]

["Yeah, well, I think I'm owed a little payback that we should take out of your hide."]

That may be your opinion, sir, but if these bottles get smashed my Mistress is going to be pissed.

Not at me. At you.

You wouldn't like her when she's pissed.

[inwhichwar]

[The man's expression darkens at being sassed back at by a slave, and he raises his hand and snaps his fingers at the wolf behind him.

"Get 'im."

The big werewolf moves on command, a perfect attack animal, and lunges forward to make a grab for Ben.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben flits aside, almost contemptuously, keeping hold of his paper bag while he does so and stepping backward toward their place. The big wolf doesn't stop, however; he follows up his attack with a vicious claw-swipe aimed at Ben's face.

Ben ducks under that and swaps the bag from his right hand to his left, popping his own claws in the same motion and catching the other wolf on the back of his forearm. The wolf roars in pained surprise, and Ben finds himself in trouble when his opponent suddenly moves much faster than Ben gave him credit for.

The bottles go smash on the ground as the big wolf grabs his wrist in a punishing grip, twisting the arm up and around and behind Ben's back, slinging him into a wall and putting a knee in the center of his back.]