11 The scent of lily of the valley, violets and honeysuckles.

Dorian sat in the car and followed the back of his red-haired husband as Finian disappeared through the doors of Stansted Airport. He sighed deeply and started driving again.

He wanted to go with him. To get as far away from all the problems as possible and to be with his beloved family. But he got it, Finian felt that he needed to be for himself and wanted to go alone. Dorian understood him; he didn't want to be with himself either. The anxiety was almost overwhelming, but he had no right to lose himself to self-pity. This was his mess, and it was up to him to take care of it.

Dorian drove along M11 towards Islington, where his office was located. From the speakers one of his favorite band 'Infected Mushroom' played, he thought the music could distract him by thinking of something else. Something other than Finian's sad look when they had parted and that insanely sexy dream. The image of the Asian man never really left his thoughts. But during the 1,5-hour drive, the dream repeated itself over and over again. And when Dorian parked the car in the garage, he was exhausted.

Like in a daze he walked over the empty parking lots to the elevators, it was a Saturday, and the weather was beautiful, so he was the only one there. As he went up in the elevator, he looked at his watch. 16:30. Finian's plane would arrive in 30 minutes. He had promised to call Dorian as soon as he arrived in Kerry. Dorian missed him already.

The blond-haired man put his hands in the pockets of the black leather jacket he wore and stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor. It was as if he stepped into a thick fog made of pheromones. Dorian stumbled back, but the elevator door had already closed behind him. So, he pressed his body against the closed door, paralyzed by the alluring and sweet scent that filled him with overwhelming desires, but it also calmed his confused thoughts a bit.

The scents of lily of the valley, violets, and honeysuckle were everywhere, and he held his hand over his nose and mouth in an attempt to stop the pheromones from affecting him. But to no avail and he felt how he was getting hotter in his body by the seconds, like a sudden fever. He had goosebumps on his arms, and a shiver went through his entire body.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, remembering that Elliot had met Shiro Nakamura there just a few hours earlier.

How the hell could he have forgotten that? Dorian panicked; he felt he was losing control of himself, and he just wanted to getaway. Away from that beautiful scent that made him feel so good. So, Dorian fled toward his office with his hand still over his nose. There he would be protected, and from there, he could call someone and ask for help.

But Dorian got a shock when he opened the door to his office and fell helplessly to his knees. It was as if he ran straight into a wall of pheromones. He was trembling and breathing heavily. Lust took over his body completely. Like a dog, he smelled along the floor. The scent only got stronger the closer he got to the desk, and right by his chair, it was as if the omega himself was waiting for him.

Dorian had no control over his actions as he lay over the place where Shiro Nakamura had only been lying a few hours before, breathing in the omega's scent.

He had become aroused, and it hurt inside his pants. It was just too painfully tight down there. He pulled down the zipper of the jeans and the black boxers. His rock-hard cock leaked from the pre-cum, and when he took it in his hand, he moaned with pleasure and bit his lower lip.

There on the floor of his office lay Dorian McCallister, Prime-Alpha, CEO, husband, and father of two, and he was masturbating like a teenage boy to the scent of an omega he had never even talked to. But none of that mattered to him. All he felt was a desire to be close to his fated pair. He wanted to be one with the omega, to release his seed in him.

He slid his hand over his cock before starting to pump up and down, hard and fast. He needed to cum. Dorian came over his grasp, but his rut did not calm down. The cock was still hard, and he grabbed it once again.

Dorian masturbated longer and came more times than he had ever done before. His cock and hand ached, but the erection never calmed down. Tears ran down his frustrated face, and he sobbed loudly. He felt ill as if he would throw up at any time. It dampened his lust for a little while and made him notice his dirty hand full of semen. That made his stomach turn. He vomited all over himself, and with a lot of effort, he got up on his knees. He shook like he was freezing, even though he was hot all over and sweating.

Dorian managed somehow to pick up the phone from the pockets in his jeans and pressed on the only contact he knew that could keep this from Finian.

"Hey, isn't it that celebrity brother of mine calling! I called you before, but I guess you were too busy," a young, cheerful voice said.

"Lucas, help me. I'm fucking losing it," Dorian whispered.

"Where are you?" Lucas asked seriously, the playful tone wholly gone.

"My office. Don't tell anyone, but help me."

"I will be right there."

Dorian hung up and looked down at his aching, hard member, he didn't know how long he had been lying there, but it wasn't over yet. The pheromones took over his body and mind once again, and he grabbed his tender cock. The contact caused him to groan in pain, but it didn't matter. He needed the stimulus. The scent of lily of the valley, violets, and honeysuckle took over his mind again. His alpha nature was all that remained.

****

Lucas McCallister quickly got up from his chair and kissed his confused date goodbye. He just told the young lad that it was an emergency, that he would call him later and ran out of the coffee shop. He almost cheered to himself when he got a taxi right away.

It was almost a 30 minutes' drive from SoHo to the office, and Lucas was scared that he would be too late. The alpha had never heard his older brother sound like that before, it was almost like he was another person. The crying, the helplessness, the fact that Dorian actually asked him for help. It was heart-breaking and absolutely terrifying.

The twenty-six-year-old man was holding his phone in front of him, not knowing what to do! At first, he had called Dorian back, but Dorian wasn't answering, which made him fear the worst. After that, Lucas sat and debated with himself if he should call someone else. Finian was the first person he thought of, but if Dorian had called him and not Finian, then it meant that Dorian didn't want his husband to know about this.

So, Lucas thought to himself if Elliot was a good alternative, but Lucas also knew that Elliot would definitely tell Katie everything, and Katie would call Finian in an instant. So, Elliot was a no-go as well.

Finally, Lucas sat there in the backseat of the black cab with his Dads' contact on the screen and couldn't decide if he should call him or not. But the concern he felt for Dorian won over Dorian's wish that he wouldn't tell anyone, and when Lucas heard his Dads' voice on the other side, the silver-haired man exhaled, feeling relieved.

"Dad, Dorian called me and cried. He asked me for help."

Simon McCallister was a calm, strong, confident man, even though he was an omega. It wasn't much that upset him. But when he heard that Dorian had actually asked someone for help, especially his younger brother, Simon got scared. Dorian had never asked anyone for help before, not even as a child. He never wanted to be a burden to anyone. Instead, he was the one who would always take care of everyone else. Strong, self-sacrificing Dorian.

"Did he say where he is?"

"In the office. Dorian did ask me not to tell anyone, but Dad, I'm scared. He sounded like a completely different person. He sounded broken."

Simon pondered. Of course, he had heard the news that Dorian had met his fated pair, and he had tried to get hold of Dorian, but he had not responded. Instead, Finian had called him just minutes earlier and told his father-in-law that he had gone to Killarney to pick up the kids. Finian always made sure to contact the in-laws when something happened. Dorian wasn't as good at it. At all.

"Is it possible that Finian has left Dorian Dad?" Lucas asked though he didn't believe it himself.

The idea that Finian would ever leave Dorian was unthinkable. The love that existed between the two men still fascinated everyone around them. They were made for each other.

"No, Finian just called me and told me he was in Ireland to take Eamon and Caoimhe home. But he's coming home tomorrow, and he said that they would solve this whole fated pair mess. It must be something else. Where are you now?"

"Clerkenwell."

"Then you'll be there soon. Call me as soon as you're with your brother. In the meantime, your father and I are getting in the car."

Lucas nodded to himself and said goodbye to his dad before he hung up. He took a deep breath and felt better. The blue-eyed man knew it was the right decision to call his dad. He always knew what to do.

When the cab stopped in front of the building where Blue Haven Records was, Lucas jumped out of the car and pulled out his access card. Lucas worked for the record company himself, as A&R-Director.

When Lucas came out of the elevator on the fourth floor, the silver-haired alpha met with the faint scent of an omega's pheromones, but he barely noticed it. His brother's pheromones were everywhere and made the air heavy. Lucas shuddered but continued to walk even though his whole body was screaming that he wanted to escape from there. Also though it was his brother, Dorian was a Prime-Alpha, and Lucas was much weaker than him. Still an alpha, but it was scarce. It was as if Dorian had received some of what should have been his pheromones.

Lucas ran toward his brother's office with sheer willpower, and when he came in and saw his brother on the floor, he almost started to cry.

Dorian was a complete mess there on the floor. He was lying on the side, with his knees against his chest. Semen and vomit all over him, his pants down to his knees. Lucas ran up to his brother and bent down beside him.

"Dorian, I'm here now. Tell me what's wrong!"

Lucas tried to ignore his brother's erection and his hand around it. And the blood.

Dorian, though barely conscious, responded at his brother's voice and lifted his head a little. His eyes were red, and his face was puffy.

"Make it go away," he begged with a small voice.

"What needs to go away, Dorian?"

"The omegas scent. It's everywhere," Dorian sobbed, and his head fell back to the floor.

It felt like Lucas's heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and his eyes fill up with tears. Luckily, Lucas had brought his suppressants in his bag, and he took them out. Without hesitation, he inserted the needle into Dorian's buttocks, and it didn't take long before his brother closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Lucas sat there for a while, looking at his brother. He was both shocked and terrified. How could an omega's pheromones do this with someone as reliable as Dorian? Dorian, who had never reacted to an omega before. Even at times when Lucas himself had to fight against his alpha nature. At those times, Dorian had been the one who had taken care of him. Lucas didn't understand, because most people had no idea how strong the bond between fated pairs really was.

But the silver-haired man recovered from the shock, and he cleaned his brother with wet paper from the bathroom. Dorian always had extra clothes in the office, and Lucas managed to put on new clothes on him. Lucas put the other ones, dirty with vomit and semen in a bag.

Then he called his parents, asking for help. Because he could never carry Dorian all by himself to a car. Dorian was both taller and weighed much more than himself, Lucas was quite short and slender for being an alpha. His parents were already on their way, and while Lucas was waiting for his two fathers to come, he sat next to his brother and stroked his sweaty blond hair, wishing most of all that he would never meet his fated pair.