The hours passed dragged on to Milles. He had already washed the dishes and his current battle was to make Nicolas sleep. But the boy did not close his eyes at all.
Why with Theodore did he just give in?
Would that be a problem with him?
Couldn't be relaxed because he was the one taking care of it? It was the most plausible thoughts he could imagine. Your captain would probably be on alert for Milles to stick around, even if weak and feverish.
― No, you're not playing video games.
Nicolas formed a beak and kicked the covers away, making a small tantrum that seemed to match his chaotic personality.
― But I do! I don't want to sleep, I want to stay awake!
― You go to sleep.
― I do not want.
― Go to sleep, you model doorman!
― But I don't want...
The bravery of the little one made room for dark, teary eyes. He looked like a child who knows how to use the art of emotional blackmail.
Counting to ten, Milles walked away from the scumbag and out to the window to take a deep breath. He needed to calm down or twist the omega's neck. He was sick, probably so sick that his personality became... distorted, maybe. He needed to be patient.
Until Nicolas threw a pillow right in your face.
The vein would jump on the alpha's forehead, before his fury. Even sick, Nicolas had immense strength to throw a damn pillow. And he was still right to shoot him in the face.
― Then go take a bath!
Nicolas stopped the tantrum, stared at him for a few moments and then left the room to follow the corridor. Milles watched it silently, following it with some distance fearing that the damn video game would be caught.
He was surprised when he watched him from the door go straight to the bathroom to lock himself. And he remained there attentive until he heard the noise of the shower. Finally having the captain obey him in something, Milles had leaned on the wall letting out a long tired sigh.
He took the chance to search his captain's room, surprising himself once again with the organization of the place. Well, at least he wouldn't be dead decomposing in the trash. The window was open, ventilating the room well, the bed was the only thing to be messy, probably where he spent the last hours resting.
The wind had swung the curtains carrying the sweet smell of that omega. Unconsciously Milles' feet passed the door leading him to bed, where the bloody smell was abundantly impregnated.
Ah... that smell. Inside him vibrated a nostalgic feeling that left him calm. It was as if the smell of omega was the most addictive drug in the world, and it was perfect to make that alpha his prisoner.
He wanted more.
He remembered the feelings he had when Nicolas was showering in the school locker room. Every time Milles almost attacked him right there, just to appease that insane, growing desire.
He wanted more.
Milles held Nicolas's pillow close to his face. He inhaled deeply feeling a shiver running down his spine. His fingers pressed the pillow, sinking his face there once more to inhale that smell again.
His body warmed up, the blood pulsated about to accumulate at a single point. He'd have an erection in an instant if hadn't regained consciousness and thrown his pillow back to bed, looking exasperated.
― You're going crazy, Milles. Crazy...
Straightening his hair back trying to pull himself together, the alpha had walked through the room trying to calm down. Which was very difficult, since his heart insisted on beating fast and his instincts craved that smell more and more.
Every now and then he would stare at the bathroom door, where he knew Nicolas was there. Imagine that slender naked body bathing in hot water, leaving the pale skin in a slight flushing due to high temperature. Wet dark hair would likely fall on the nape and forehead, and his long, dark eyelashes with droplets...
Oh heavens... where were he going?
Sitting on the bed supporting his elbows on his knees, Milles gave small slaps on his face trying to wake up from his daydreams. The door was open and the typical smell of omega, plus the smell of soap, pushed Milles' conscience to the cliff.
Slowly turning his head over his shoulder, he can see his captain with the towel wrapped around his waist completely ignore his presence and go to the wardrobe where he had opened a drawer to catch a boxer. He had still been careful to wear it without letting the towel fall off, and then he had begun to search the closet.
At the end of the day he took only one giant shirt to wear, covering up to half of his thighs.
Milles had his fifth death right there.
Shaking his head to shake the wet wires, Nicolas turned to Milles with his drowsy countenance.
― Can I play video games now?
Milles was unable to say anything. He had swallowed several times without knowing exactly where to look. His fingers closed in fist in the unsuccessful attempt to contain the instincts that insisted on dominating that omega.
What the fuck were you thinking when you went to see the captain?
Didn't he know that your house would be impregnated with your smell? Obviously it would be torturous for an alpha to stay in that place. He just wanted to fuck Nicolas until it split in half, and that probably wouldn't be enough to cure the desires that just grew.
― You can. ― Answer at last.
Nicolas sat on the carpet facing the small television where he had a console installed. He began to ignore the presence of the alpha, which he thanked in a way since he had completely lost his mind.
― Sit there ― Asked the captain with his taciturn voice, waking Milles from his own thoughts.
Half stunned, Milles had gotten up from the bed and sat at its feet, leaning his back against the padding. He had stayed a little behind and away from Nicolas, but close enough to still smell him.
What was that? Would he have returned to your usual twisted personality?
― Release your smell. ― Asked again the captain, gaining the brown eyes bulging over him.
― My smell?
That alpha's sixth kill came in the flushing of those cheeks. Nicolas had stared at him still feverish, tired and sly, seeming to fight bravely to maintain consciousness. But still he had looked sly.
Nicolas Howard was being sly with Milles Mckenzie.
― I like your smell, I want to feel like you did Sunday again.
Without blinking Milles had released the smell he had tried to compress from the moment he entered that room. An alpha would always react when it was stimulated by some omega. And that alpha felt that omega was its soul mate.
Milles' instinct was increasingly thirsty to conquer Nicolas's instincts. That's why its smell became more intense and attractive.
Nicolas breathed deeply. Milles had been able to watch the omega skin creep. He wanted to see more of his eyes, but Nicolas's eyes were always dark to the point of not being able to see his pupils. And with him sitting almost with his back to him, it was even harder.
The omega had been playing for a few minutes, his character died several times given the lack of concentration of the player. Irritated, Nicolas turned off the TV and crawled until Milles was between his legs.
The whole body of the alpha hardened. The terror took over.
Where the hell was that little guy getting himself? How dare he crawl towards him like that? Looking that way? And right between your legs?
Was it his sixth death? His heart had already missed the beat so many times since he had set foot in that house that he had lost count.
But he wouldn't have to worry any longer. Nicolas, lost in his feverish delusions, had exhaled his own scent as he sat on Milles' lap.
Exactly, in the lap of Milles.
Both boys stared intensely, smelling each other's scent and losing consciousness. Nicolas wrapped his arms around Milles' neck and approached his face right there to inhale more of his scent.
It would be a situation where neither of them would certainly consciously do it. Perhaps out of ego pride, his instincts decided to take the reins of the situation.
Only in this way Milles could finally hold Nicolas's waist to the point of sinking his fingers and squeezing it against him. At the same time your mouth look for the omega. As the two lips leaned against each other in a single, shy kiss, Milles regained consciousness, yet unable to move away.
Not when he was curious about why he felt so excited and complete with that omega in his possession.
Acquiesce to their own desires was the necessary stimulus for the kiss to be even more intense. Nicolas bit Milles' lip hard, having the taste of iron mingling with the saliva of the two boys. The short nails of the omega scratched the nape of the alpha, provoking wonderful and exciting sensations.
Nicolas seemed to know how to drive him crazy.
Milles, on the other hand, did not wish to stop.
When the two hot and humid tongues met, they tangled in an arduous battle. Especially the moment Milles sucked Nicolas's, making him gasp between his lips. Soon that alpha had been thirsty for more of those exciting sounds.
The room was filled with the smell of those two. The sound of the kiss motivated them to seek more and more of that touch. Milles' long fingers went down to Nicolas's thighs, already giving up to hide the erection that appeared under his pants.
Nicolas's skin was so soft, and it was hot due to fever. Milles' fingers simply snaked the complexion of the omega, and pulled it hard so that both erections had minimal contact.
Both panted, Milles had made a point of swallowing that groan of Nicolas.
Every effort to control himself had vanished. The alpha held firmly to the omega, and undid the kiss to tread saddle by his neck where he felt its smell be emanated.
However, Nicolas had not stood still. He had distributed wet saddles over Milles' shoulders. His fingers cunningly opened the buttons of the social shirt to finally come into contact with the warm skin of the alpha.
As Milles rested pleasantly on Nicolas's body, pain overwhelmed him. More precisely on his right shoulder.
Immediately the alpha had stopped moving, looking corner at what was happening in his own body. He felt Nicolas sink his teeth into his skin, and suck it pleasantly. Clinging more and more to Milles' body, Nicolas pulled his face away to lick the bitten spot.
His pulse accelerated. Milles' heart seemed to jump out of his chest. Sweat was about to flow down his forehead. His arms cast around Nicolas.
― What the fuck you do... Nicolas?