Personal hell

Later, after training was over and Milles left the locker room properly dressed, he left the gym facing the sweet aroma in the air. The same aroma that had decorated in recent days.

His feet sought the owner of such smell, making him cross the courtyard going to the window of the building where they studied. Being open, Milles had seen Nicolas and the other two boys doing the punishment given by the coordinator.

Milles growled to realize that there he was watching him from afar. Again. Why did he have to act like his shadow? Why did he have to wish for that bastard?

Sitting on the lawn before he was seen, the alpha leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He could sleep right there. He felt he could relax. Maybe it was because Nicolas was close enough to let his guard down for a few moments.

Would his insomnia be a sign that he had become dependent on the smell of Nicolas?

By heaven, he hope not.

Nor would it matter at that moment. He just wanted to rest for a few minutes before going home. It would be enough for now. Mere minutes, for he knew he could not sleep for long hours.

And so he allowed. Under the presence of Nicolas a few meters away, hidden, that alpha slept.

When he opened his eyes again, an hour had passed and the smell of omega was stronger. Looking up, he noticed Nicolas watching him from the window, with his face of few friends as usual, leaning his chin over his palm and elbow on the window.

― Nice little sleep, big guy.

Milles rolled his eyes still numb from the nap he had taken. Rising from the lawn, he adjusted the backpack on his back turning to the captain.

― Thanks to someone, I haven't had a good night's sleep.

― Are you blaming me for something? 'Cause I've been sleeping really well lately.

Rolling his eyes already feeling the blood boil in anger, Milles left his hands in his pants pockets and snorted. Act he always did when it came to Nicolas.

― No sense of remorse, right?

― And why should I?

― Faking dementia is not your thing, Nicolas. You know what you did.

― It must not have been something relevant to the point that I remember. Mainly because it is about you.

— Nothing relevant? ― Shouted the alpha, getting even more irritated by noticing that Nicolas had not even moved or was surprised by his anger. It was like nothing hit him. ― You piece of shit, you know what did to me? What are you doing to me?

― I don't. And I don't intend to, it seems to me a waste of time.

The hands of Milles went straight to the collar of the shirt of Nicolas, who still did not move, remaining in that lazy and disinterested pose. Being so close to him, Milles felt his scent even more, and desired him even more by noticing his thin lips and the bones of his chest thanks to the first open buttons of his shirt.

How could he not know? Wasn't it clear how deplorable he was? Fighting feelings he didn't want to have, because of him? Because of the bite he gave him?

— You play dirty, Captain. I know you feel the same way I do, but you didn't have to get to that point. It could ruin my life... No. You've already destroyed my life.

Milles' voice sounded spiteful, leaving his feelings clear. His eyes reflected the fiery fury on a reddish thread. He wanted to say a lot more, only there was a damn connection holding him back. He kept him from deeply hating what he wanted.

The smell of an alpha had become present. Milles felt, but could not move. He was trapped in his own feelings becoming weak before the last person who wanted to see his vulnerability. Fingers tightened the collar of Nicolas's shirt, his dark, feline eyes staring at him tired.

Before his presence was noticed by the approaching alpha, Nicolas raised his free hand and dipped his fingers into Milles' blonde hair. He had pulled it enough to hide his face in his chest, without losing the sloppy posture on the window.

― Come on, Nicolas, are you gonna sit there and chat with Theodore? We got another bathroom to clean, you asshole.

Nicolas had just looked over his shoulder toward Thunder, a look sharp enough to make him back a few steps and turn his back after cursing him.

Milles, on the other hand, was petrified. He had been protected by Nicolas. His friend had not even recognized his presence or smell, believing himself to be Theodore. He did not believe that. He did not believe that at all.

For all that was most sacred, it had moved him. He smelled Nicolas closely, making his heart beat fast and his instincts scream. Her fingers loosened the grip on her collar, gently touching his skin. Milles could tell he was getting comfortable and relaxed with his hand in his hair.

Everything he least wanted.

— That's the second time you've asked for my attention, big guy. ― He whispered Nicolas still looking over his shoulder, watching if the boys were around ― Are you already falling on your knees for me?

― You son of a bitch...

Milles growled with a strong desire to push Nicolas, but all he could do was close his fingers on his shirt. The omega sweated from the effort made in cleaning the bathrooms, which released even more its aroma. Milles simply did not want to leave.

— Since we are in this dispute, nothing prevents me from gaining advantage. ― Returning to look at the alpha, Nicolas softened the grip on his hair and may have Milles' brown eyes on his ― It was the game you wanted to play, Milles. I kissed you that day so you'd understand your place and leave my best friend alone. But you came after me, and you started this feud.

The alpha had not responded, only had swallowed dry those words thrown in his face without a hint of delicacy. Not that he should expect anything like that from Nicolas. Never.

― I refuse to lose to you, that's all.

— You're already addicting me, you turd. ― Smile Nicolas with mockery in your voice, and without letting go of your fingers from Milles' hair. ― But I'll give you a hand twisting. Looks like I did something to you.

― Do you still have the courage to say that you did something?

― Don't worry. I'll take responsibility for my shit.

And then, as unexpected as any other act coming from Nicolas, the alpha was surprised when his head was pushed towards the omega and his mouth captured by his. Milles was kissed by Nicolas without any of them losing consciousness.

It was like nothing much happened.

To the personal hell, and perhaps delight, of Milles the kiss given was the way he liked. Or at least one of the ways he liked, since when it came to Nicolas, everything seemed like a pleasant debut. His lips were moving slowly in that kiss, but his tongue was curious to explore the mouth of the largest. The omega teeth nibbled the alpha's lips, tearing the skin so that the taste of iron would blend into that play.

All Milles could do was kiss him back like a desperate madman. Feeling the taste of the captain merge with yours, arising the need to have much more of that. However, who dominated was Nicolas, since he himself did not have any strength for that.

A glorious and delightful kiss for being slow but seductive in its uniqueness. Nicolas played with himself dangerously.

When he walked away ending the kiss, the captain turned him on his back and pushed him away. Milles had looked over his shoulder, seeing him smile in scorn still resting his chin on his palm looking lazy.

Milles would have his revenge. Mainly for having managed to sleep, finally, that night.