Captains Meeting

Hearing some strange noises, the alpha raised his head paying attention. Turning to the window, he perceived it to be noise of stones hitting against the glass. Arching his eyebrow, Milles got up from his bed and went to the window to look at the street.

Standing with a handful of stones in hand, Nicolas waved lazily.

― But what is...

Being spotted by the alpha, Nicolas had dropped the stones on the ground and gone to the wall of the house climbing skillfully. Milles widened his eyes opening the window looking down and checking if any of the family would be outside the house. Their wall was average, but he never imagined anyone would climb it. Not even thieves.

And there he was watching the damn Omega climb the wall without being seen.

― What the fuck is this little guy doing? ― Growl Milles ducking down looking for Nicolas in the middle of his garden.

The Mckenzie house was large with a well-kept garden by his mother. The shrubs and pots positioned in the landscaping have always been praised by visitors, now serving to camouflage the presence of an omega.

No one had ever tried to enter your home. Milles is the one who always went in hiding to stay with his girlfriends, fully understanding the excitement of receiving secret visits. Although Nicolas knew how to hide in the shadows and when he blinked he had already passed the pool and approached the tree nearby.

He had been amazed when Nicolas had climbed without any problem that tree reaching the ideal distance to step on the roof and reach the window of the alpha room. Immediately Milles had extended his hand holding the thin arm of omega and pulling it into the room, closing the window and curtains as soon as Nicolas had stepped on his carpet.

― Complete infiltration mission successfully.

― Are you crazy? What are you doing here? ― Whispered the alpha widening his eyes.

— Visiting the a runaway alpha. ― Replied Nicolas without much encouragement, taking the backpack from his back and leaving in a corner of the room. ― I haven't seen you in days.

― Then you missed me and decided to invade my room?

― Be thankful, this is the first time I have to climb into a room.

A vein had popped into Milles' forehead, which was peeking into the prying omega. You mean he had already entered other people's rooms? Nicolas walked around the room looking around before sitting on the bed and crossing his legs staring at the alpha with those tired and dark eyes of always.

― So, what's going on?

― An omega invaded my room. What the hell are you doing here?

― The bite is bothering me ― Nicolas said sighing tired. ― I feel that you need me, so I came.

Need it? He hadn't thought about Nicolas all day. In fact, there were days that he had not even remembered his shadow so focused that he was studying new techniques and training them together with Gabriel. Certainly he had visited Nicolas's house in the early days of suspension, even sleeping with him. However, the omega had soon expelled him saying it was not necessary to do that every day, so he could commit to the team.

He completely forgot the damn bite. Nicolas would be sensitive to it, always discovering its secrets. Standing in front of him, Milles scratched his neck.

― I'm just overwhelmed with the team, and now I've had an argument with my parents. It's nothing to worry about.

― I get it. Okay, where am I gonna sleep?

Blinking stunned the alpha discredited that Nicolas had appeared in his room to spend the night.

― Will you sleep here? No chance!

― I don't think it's fair that you spend the night in my house, which is a muzzle, and I can't do the same in a better home.

― The difference is that in his house only had us and your mother knows about us. Not here!

— Fuck it, they can't do anything since I bit you. ― Murmured the omega removing the shoes and adjusting them next to the backpack. ― Besides, you're deplorable and I can't lose that vision.

Nicolas's sly smile showed how monstrous he was, Milles remembered. They could be in a strange relationship, where they were together despite not liking each other, but they should never forget that Nicolas would love to see him detonated. Just as he himself would like to hear him complain about being away from the team.

― I'm gonna throw you out the window.

Nicolas went out until Milles pushed him into the bathroom, no problem with the alpha's weight.

― Don't worry, your omega came to keep you company for the night. I'll make you a good lullaby, big guy.

― I'm gonna have nightmares, that's what.

― You don't get away from me. Come on.

To the disbelief of Milles, he would not be able to escape the omega. He had taken his bath and put on his sweatpants without worrying about a shirt, and by the time Nicolas had left he had made friends with his blanket wrapped around him like a kitten.

He was not surprised by that vision, of the nights he spent at Nicolas's house he had learned about him being too lazy and always looking for warm places. Blankets and pillows would accompany him even in the bathroom, if it were possible.

Sitting on the bed facing suspiciously those dark eyes, which were the only part of Nicolas's body not covered, Milles settled comfortably. Finally stopping quietly can see Nicolas crawling between his legs bringing the covers along with him, sitting while staring at him.

― You hasn't slept, you are hungry and your alpha is begging for his omega.

― The bite says all that?

— If you were to bite me, you would know how unbearable your instincts are by passing unnecessary information about the other person. ― He mumbled Nicolas passing the tip of the index finger through the exposed bite on the right shoulder of the alpha. ― When you get away, all I get is strange feelings that you're uncomfortable with. But today I almost hit my head against the wall from how much it hurt.

― I was stressed, normal.

― Come on, what's going on?

At what point in life had he come to need to vent to Nicolas? Or having him sit in the middle of his legs, inside his room, exhaling a smell to soothe him purposely? Was the bottom of the well like that? By chance the Samara of the ring also faced unbearable situation like those?

— The team is a mess, that's all. ― Sighed the alpha after reflecting on whether or not to tell the truth to Nicolas. And to his amazement, he realized how tired he felt just to release those few words. ― I'm not fit to be captain.

― Did you find out just now? ― Smile Nicolas, lying on Milles without stopping to look at him.

— Throw it in my face. I'm no good. Nobody listens to me, they don't care that we're in the playoffs. They want to go out to party when they can't play in sync with the reserves.

― Why would they listen to someone who doesn't take himself seriously? Where is your glow? Did he go out just because I wasn't there?

Milles rolls his eyes impatiently, still hearing the omega laugh deliciously from his face. Nicolas would not comfort him, nor would it help to expect anything from him. Still... He still felt good.

― Don't fuck with me, you little prick. With or without you, I'd be pressured anyway.

― Why were you put in the captain's position, Milles?

― Because you were suspended, that's obvious.

Nicolas opened a sneaky smile, pointing the indicator to the alpha.

― That's because there's only one person who's better than you at volleyball. And that's me. The most talent we find on our team is Gabriel, the rest is garbage.

― No need to speak ill of them...

— Do you remember the first day of qualifying, when you met that loser Maicon? ― Interceded on the omega, supporting the elbow on Milles only to support the independent head would hurt on the alpha or not.

— He said something about you leaving our team. But you said no, so what? It hurts like hell! ― Had complained the alpha pushing Nicolas's elbow, causing him to lay his head on his abdomen.

― Did you forget what I said?

― I must not have paid attention. Why?

— As captain I manipulate you to be machines on the court ― Nicolas had said with such seriousness, that Milles had felt a shiver all over his skin. ― You can use that sportsmanship shit or whatever the fuck it is to make up the truth, but I'm on the court to win.

― You're off the court for a few more days. And I'm not going to manipulate the crowd, I want their cooperation.

― By the way you're getting, right big guy? ― Laugh Nicolas, getting a flick in the forehead. ― I'll make you stick those fingers somewhere else, you pest.

Laughing muffled trying to leave another flick on Nicolas's forehead, the alpha enjoyed watching him run under the covers again.

― Get out of there, mole. Weren't you going to make me stick my fingers somewhere else? Get in, then.

To the horror of Milles, Nicolas had bitten him in the leg. The Alpha held Nicolas amid the blankets and tried to pull him out of his hiding place, but the omega became even more entangled. Jumping on the bed, the two kicked each other, bit each other and played forgetting the fatigue of before.

Tired of jumping from side to side like children, the two were lying on the bed panting. Nicolas had rolled down the mattress pulling the blanket, crawling until he lay on Milles. The alpha arched his eyebrow watching the other fit into his body and still cover himself.

― You're clingy. Can you stay away from me, right?

― Because of a pole that was a couple of days without going to see me, I need to smell you to be okay.

― Need?

Nicolas had looked at him nodding, shamelessly. Milles was bewildered by that revelation. If he were him, he wouldn't be able to admit it so easily. Although... Well, it was obvious how much he wanted to. The point was, they never said it so openly.

― Since it is so, then no problem... ― Murmured the alpha blushing, when Nicolas pulled his arms to wrap him.

― Relax, Milles. You're a good player and a good alpha. You only lose to me.

― Are you praising me, for real? Or boasting?

Nicolas had held the alpha's face while keeping a minimum distance between them. Being so close, Milles could see his own reflection in those dark, sleepy eyes.

― Do you lose to anyone? If you let yourself get plundered by a bunch of losers who are smaller than you? You're weaker than I thought...

― I don't let myself get plundered, I'm just trying to make the best for the team.

— You're just looking for team approval. This is no time to prove something, it's time to lead. ― Opening a sneaky smile, Nicolas squeezed his fingers on Milles' cheeks until his mouth formed a pout. ― Milles Mckenzie, you're only allowed to fall to one person's knees. And that's me.

That bastard knew very well to poke his wounds, and still laugh at them. It was as if Nicolas knew it would ignite the most competitive flames in him. A snap in mind made him realize that maybe that was his way of cheering him up and comforting him.

Opening a sly smile, Milles held Nicolas' hands tightly and threw him against the bed being able to stand on him. By arching his brow, the alpha had let his scent slip through the room, his omega body shaking beneath him.

Nicolas's smile widened faintly.

― Look at how this piece of shit was holding up. Come on, Captain Mckenzie.