Milles kept sitting listening to the whole mess. It was the second time he felt that scary feeling in his body. The last time he experienced the pleasure Nicolas had of fighting with other people, just to vent his anger. Now he felt something distressing and indescribable, but certainly far from pleasurable.
With wide eyes staring at his own hands trembling reddish, the alpha hurried up from the bench going to the corridor where the fight occurred. Passing through the crowd of players who watched without any courage to intervene, Milles had understood the reason when he finally reached the front.
Nicolas's face was completely transformed, reddish in ember with veins bouncing off his forehead. Thunder tried to hide his face between his arms receiving the directed punches without shame or rest.
He had to do something.
Not because of Thunder or because of the mess that was created.
But by Nicolas.
He needed to save him from something.
Swallowing hard, Milles had taken a deep breath holding Nicolas's arms with the extreme force he could have at that moment. An arm had wrapped around his waist having difficulty keeping the explosive omega trapped.
— Nicolas its enough! ― Screamed Milles trying to contain his captain, but that disengaged from all modes of his imprisonment. Turning back, the alpha soon commanded the frightened observers. ― So fucking looking what? Waiting for a fucking invitation? Get Thunder out of here, I won't hold him any longer!
Some buttonholes fumbled past Milles, but returned behind the alpha when Nicolas managed to escape and head towards his target sitting on the ground. Milles' agility was needed to hold the omega's wrist and throw it against the wall, using his forearm against Nicolas's neck to contain it.
What should he do to calm him down? He had never seen Nicolas so transformed, although they had fought several times. He had never gotten to the level of pissing him off like that, so he had no idea how to act.
His right shoulder burned in response to the stimulus that omega brought to him. Should he use his smell? His voice? His presence? The way he stared at Thunder being dragged by the other players, he had no idea he could calm the beast.
― Should I call the coach?
― Get out! ― Growled the alpha for one of the first-year players. ― And don't let anyone in that fucking locker room until I say, you got it?
― All-All right. ― The boy hurried with trembling legs, running away with the other players.
Breathing deeply, the alpha stared at that boy who struggled salivating in his own anger.
Why would he lose control like that? Because of something like that? Thunder had spoken so much nonsense that none of them had been able to leave him in that state, but that seemed to have been the last straw. He wanted to understand what exactly could have been the trigger.
— Nicolas, it's over. The guy's gone. ― Asked for the alpha between teeth, still having trouble getting the omega to stop struggling. Squeezing his forearm against his neck, contained him a little more even if he heard him cough choking. ― Can you stop? I said it's already gave... FUCKING LOOK AT ME!
The energy scream of the alpha had finally caught the attention of the omega, who had stopped debating the staring still with the injected eyes.
― Fuck you, Milles. Let me go... ― Growled the omega, holding the alpha's arms trying to get loose.
— Neither fucking ― Murmured Milles using his own body to restrain Nicolas against the wall. ― Am I stupid enough to let you go that easy? You're not leaving until you act like people again.
Not that it was such an easy task to calm Nicolas down in that state. No idea crossed Milles' mind, which made him even more desperate and anxious.
He had to do something.
Nicolas continued to stare at the door of the dressing room probably wishing to pass through it and find the target of his fury. Punch him until he stopped moving, and finally appease that flame in his chest. However Milles would not allow it.
― What do you want, huh? Go in there and punch him in the face just to fuck up the team even more? Just because he said some shit to you?
— Does that sound like crap to you? ― Nicolas growled between his teeth, holding Milles' wrist despite not using so much force. ― Probably not, since you should agree with that. I don't doubt that you think the same...
Milles gasped when he felt his right shoulder burn. Biting his lips to contain his own anger, he tried to find some way out. Fact was that the last provocations of Thunder left Nicolas in that state. For him they were not great things, could be some nonsense said by a kid who did not want to miss the discussion.
Unfortunately for Nicolas, those words were like nails.
— Since when do you care what I think of you, huh Nicolas? ― Milles murmured in a softer tone of voice. ― Yet here I am, trying to control a devil like you.
― Did I say I care about you? Fuck if you hate me too!
Milles had let out a muffled laugh when he felt Nicolas's strength wane as he stopped struggling against the wall. Yet the alpha had held the grip against his neck, having no courage to release him. He knew very well that the omega would be sneaky in pretending to have calmed down just to go on a hunt for his target.
Even if he laughed at Nicolas's poisoned words, the Alpha had felt a strange taste in his mouth. Bitter and strong it could cause him cravings. Nor had he the courage to continue to look him in the eye, needing to take refuge in another point as a coward.
― Exactly! None of us give a shit about each other, so why would we lose our patience with shit like that?
Hearing the other breathe deeply, Milles widened his brown eyes to feel something wet his arm. Rolling the views he had found a few drops of water falling there.
Where were they coming from?
Slowly Milles raised his face to Nicolas, amazed to see him cry quietly and silently without facing him back. For the first time he saw the fragility of someone who used to be strong before the world. And it was by seeing it that Milles loosened the grip.
― Nicolas...
― What are you looking at, hell? Never seen it?
Swallowing hard, the alpha finally managed to spread that anguish from within. Reaching out his warm hand until he touched that wet face, he wiped Nicolas' tears even if he still deliberately ignored him. Unable to catch a glimpse of that unprecedented scene, Milles continued caressing the cheek of the omega cleaning the other tears that flowed.
Surely he did not want to be seen that way, Milles understood. Making his face warm, the alpha's right hand held the nape of Nicolas's neck and pulled him to hide in his chest. Even if he heard his heart beating wildly, felt his sudden nervousness or something else, Milles would not let Nicolas go.
― I'm looking at a pathetic kid crying pathetically. ― Whispered Milles still stunned.
Nicolas had said nothing in response, and would probably be controlling himself so that his sobs did not escape his lips. Yet Milles felt his tears wet his fine gym uniform.
Immersed in that silence, he could only question why he reached that point.
Why?
Why did Thunder's words leave him in that state? From fury to tears in a straight line, in a matter of minutes.
It's not like Nicolas was angry that Theodore was having Gabriel in heat. The previous days had been completely well for what he had observed. Or was it because he was called a monster? No... Nicolas had already been called worse things due to his temperament, and did not even bother to disagree.
Then what could it be?
A lamp lit up in Milles' mind. Something so absurdly simple and easy to be seen, which would never be considered a correct answer for not matching Nicolas. At least not with the Nicolas he knew.
Who would stay with someone like Nicolas?
Again Milles swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his throat. His arms encased that skinny body against him, imagining he was wrong in that answer.
There's no way Nicolas would lose his temper because he was afraid that no one would ever like him. No... He wasn't like that. In fact, hadn't Nicolas already made it clear that he had an active sex life? Wouldn't that mean he had other people to relate to? Surely someone would like it, even if it was to have something without commitment.
A faint smile appeared on Milles' face.
Yeah. That wasn't the answer he was looking for.
― Stop crying. It's not like you need to be with someone right now.
What strange voice was that coming out of his throat? So crude and rude, without any charisma. It even seemed to belong to someone else.
Milles' strong arms loosened the embrace, and soon a thin, long hand held his cheeks tightly clutching them. Nicolas raised his face still soaked in tears, but with a slight hint of irritation in it.
― Don't bother me, you idiot. Don't pretend you know anything about me.
Milles had held Nicolas's hand forcing him to release him, again trapping him against the wall holding both wrists above his head. Yet the omega did not seem to calm down, although it did not arrive in the same previous state.
― I know you well enough to know that you don't depend on someone.
— What if I want to depend? So what? You think I don't know I'm the last kind of person someone wants to love to? You better than anyone know it's a curse to be with me, just because I'm forcing you to be here, damn it!
― I'm still here. ― Milles whispered without being heard by the omega.
― I feel like a scum for envying things that are out of my reach, for envying instead of being happy that my best friend is in his damn pink world.
― I'm still here... ― Whispered Milles, hiding his countenance on blonde bangs.
― I'm tired of being left behind by people!
That cry of Nicolas had been silenced by the lips of Milles, as they suddenly captured from his mouth. Wide-eyed and heartbroken, the omega barely believed that alpha was kissing him in his emotional storm.
When Milles had undone the saddle keeping a distance of millimeters between his mouths, Nicolas could clearly hear those words delivered to him next to an emotionally bruised face.
― Finally shut up, you little shit.
Before any other cursing sounded by those thin lips, Milles had kissed him once again. There's no way he let him scream again, or cry again. It would erase the sadness of those eyes, even if they were replaced by the usual anger for him.
As long as he didn't see him like that again.
Nicolas corresponded to the kiss as intensely as the alpha itself, and Milles slid his fingers across the wrists of the omega opening his hands palming the wall until the fingers intertwined. Using the body itself to trap the omega, the alpha entered in the same sync as the beating heart of the minor.
He had forced his tongue into that tiny mouth. He had explored it by decorating every corner of it, and sucking the like to taste Nicolas. He had heard him gasp against his saliva-soaked mouth, and right there Milles could feel his own sanity leaving him.
Nicolas's hands were warm, just as Milles could feel all the heat coming from the omega body to his.
He needed to touch it.
Just needed.
Freeing his hands, Milles held Nicolas's waist tightly pulling it against him. It bowed like a predator cornering its prey, leaving its tongues to dance glued to each other.
He wanted more.
Much more.
Holding firmly on to the omega's thighs, he lifted it easily by having Nicolas's legs wrap around his waist. Still supporting him against the wall, Milles could see that Nicolas's body was not only thin, but also light.
When he had discarded the kiss in search of air, trying to recover the drop of judgment that was about to bleed out, Nicolas grabbed his face not letting him escape, taking possession of his mouth once again. And there he had kissed him so needy, that the alpha could only repay him.
This time, neither of you would let the other go.