Demon's kiss

While the team used the dressing rooms to bathe and prepare to return to the bus, Nicolas was the only one who had remained outside waiting. The stickers were no longer effective.

― You'd better come back with me if you can't get in trouble on the bus.

― You're right. Can you tell coach for me?

― What excuse should I give?

― The usual, that tiredness left me moody and want to sleep.

Theodore laughs at his friend giving him a pat on the shoulders.

― I'll call my mom and meet you out outside.

Nodding to his best friend, Nicolas waved to him. Shortly after the exit of the omega, Gabriel had left the locker room with his dark sweatshirt and sports bag.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, generating a tension between them. The day had been rushed and full of emotions for those four hybrids, and Nicolas was already too lazy to bring it up.

— I wanted to apologize. ― Gabriel had begun, surprising his captain who had looked at him with his tired eyes ― for what I said before. I know you're worried about Theodore for what happened last year.

― Did he tell you? About Jake?

Nicolas had looked into his eyes as he saw Gabriel's grimace when the other alpha's name was mentioned.

― Not a lot of details, but I know about it. It's understandable that it's skittish, but I can't control it.

Would he need to touch on that subject again? It was already getting repetitive. Even though he warned Theodore of the problems he might have just by liking Gabriel, he remained faithful to what he felt and even stayed with the alpha. It wouldn't help to say more when your best friend seemed to be determined about the path he wanted to take.

It should only be on your side.

― I won't stop Theodore from staying with you. But if I know you made him cry, I'll make sure you spits blood in front of the world.

― It's fair. - Smile Gabriel ― I have no intention of mocking Theodore. I'm not that kind of person.

— Your friends are, and they are what concern me. I will ask the same question I asked Theodore... ― Nicolas disengaged from the wall looking directly at the alpha. ― If someone finds out about you what do you intend to do?

― I'm still trying to understand what I'm feeling...

He wanted to curse him and be mocked, to make that boy stay away from Theodore. How could he have kissed his friend without having any idea how he felt? Was it some kind of joke?

But he had agreed with himself that he would not stop them anymore. Even if it irritated him.

― Whatever. Theodore went ahead, tell him I'll be there soon.

Turning his back on Gabriel, the captain had entered the locker room when no one else had left. He had imagined that all the players would have already gone to the bus, and the silence on the spot corroborated.

Choosing a closet to store his belongings at the last minute, Nicolas undresses himself by removing the stickers and wrapping the towel around his waist. Out for a free shower and locked the door managing to bathe quietly.

With the hot water hitting his body, all the muscles relaxed and then began to hurt. The smell of Milles in the last set had pushed him beyond his capabilities, and it was not strange for his body to complain that way. It was still uncomfortable to feel pain.

He had curled up in the bath giving his friend time to enjoy his crush. Anyway the hot water was the best place for a sore body like yours, and Nicolas wanted to enjoy it well. But after long minutes, he had to leave the box wrapped in a towel.

When he had worn his boxer and sweatpants, Nicolas was surprised by a voice coming behind him.

― What are those marks, Captain?

Turning sharply against the cabinets, pulling the blouse to cover his naked body, Nicolas stared at Milles leaning against arms crossed with a smile.

― What the fuck, Milles? You want to kill me from the heart?

― Didn't you feel my presence? You're usually quite skittish.

Frowning, Nicolas scolded himself in mind for not noticing his presence. Had the patches affected even his senses?

The captain disengaged himself from the closet paying attention to his shirt wearing it.

― You should be with the others to go on the bus, what are you doing here following me?

― I was going, but I smelled a good smell that I had to follow.

Once again Nicolas' body hardens. Smell? Good? For an alpha to smell good would be an omega, right? Does that mean your scent was escaping?

― Your coconuts are out there, not in here.

― Are not theirs. ― Milles untied the wall approaching the captain sniffing the air ― It is coming from you.

Nicolas swallowed dry without the courage to look at the alpha. Purposely Milles exhaled its typical aroma to overjudge an omega. The once quiet instincts resurfaced screaming desperately in Nicolas's mind, wishing to pull that alpha.

He wanted to go against his insane desires. Just take your things and get out of that damn place. However he was too tired, he had no strength for anything else. He just wanted to sleep for hours on end. His body hurt.

The long, thin hand went all the way to the alpha's shirt, closing his fingers there. The moment he felt the thick fabric, Nicolas realized that his weakness was opening up his instincts. And Milles smiled like a real winner of that little clash. Before he was discovered, he pushed Milles back, forcing him to take a few steps back.

― Get lost, I'm not in the mood for your games.

His wrist had been held by Milles, who had held him against the cabinets holding his body firmly. Nicolas had raised his dark eyes to the face of the alpha who was so close to him, sniffing the air.

Damn, he didn't want to be discovered like that, least of all by that person.

— You felt good at that time, didn't you? ― Whispered an alpha with your pupils dilated as he felt more of that aroma coming from Nicolas. ― Your body reacted well to my scent, didn't it, Captain?

― Don't speak nonsense, Milles.

― I can feel at my fingertips your blood pulsing hard at that moment.

The tip of Milles' nose ran out against the curve of Nicolas's neck, where he deeply aspirated the aroma. That sweet smell came from him, there was no mistake. Nicolas closed his eyes in despair to keep his instincts in place.

He wouldn't give in.

It was not him.

Milles wasn't your soul mate.

There's no way that would be him!

"Your own omega".

Shut up!

"It's the omega of that alpha".

― I like that smell, are you wishing me captain?

― Shut up.

— Are you saying that with that face? ― Laugh Milles holding Nicolas' waist touching their bodies completely. ― If you're not craving me, then open your eyes and tell me to my face.

It was hard to open your eyes when he knew your instincts were after that alpha. But Nicolas did not want to be seen as weak, much less be discovered. His pride had made him open his eyes and face the dilated pupils of the alpha.

― Good boy.

Milles' malicious laugh angered Nicolas, trying to push him away from the alpha. The distance had not changed, much less the force had been reduced. Nor the desire for an omega and an alpha.

― I feel nothing for you, Milles.

Despite Nicolas's thorny words, the alpha had not been shaken. The smell of omega had intensified as Milles' fingers sank into his flesh pulling him hard, his lips brushed against each other.

In that wretched and infamous contact, both lost their consciences. Only the instincts of an alpha and an omega controlled their bodies. If there was any shame left in them, it was beautifully ignored when Milles had kissed Nicolas's mouth thirstily. His lips desperately longed for those of his captain, moving aggressively.

Especially when Nicolas returned the kiss.

Milles had walked the tip of his tongue between Nicolas's lips, and the opening given was enough to deepen the kiss. His captain's mouth was warm and moist, somewhat small, but delicious. As their tongues fought an arduous battle, shivers passed through the spine of Milles.

The omega bad knew how to react to the immense sea of sensations that his body experienced. That alpha seemed more experienced making a point of guiding him in that mean game. His hands clung to the alpha's white shirt, not knowing whether to pull him away or pull closer.

He had felt Milles' warm hands touching his back beneath his freshly dressed shirt. His body was hot and with the alpha digits it seemed to catch fire.

Nicolas was lost in those sensations so delicious, even when Milles had undone the kiss moving away to look at him with a wide smile on his face.

One hand had left the omega body warm to touch its face. The thumb had slipped over the moist, swollen lower lip, wiping the saliva.

― If you make that face, Captain, I can't help myself.

Even without the strength to reply, Nicolas had reached a conclusion.

Milles was a demon.