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For Nicolas, Milles was an annoying person who awakened his worst side. From the moment they met and disputed the space to be captain of the team, the two live fighting. Just being in the same place was enough for his nerves to jump longing for a crash.

Cursing and defeating him was always pleasurable. And when they came out in the punch it was invigorating, because he felt that something in itself was always happy.

Why was it so good to hate someone like Milles?

Protecting your best friend was your mission while he were at that school. Nicolas would fight whoever it took to rid Theodore of being put down by anyone who dared. And if the person he would face was Milles, then he would use every ounce of his strength.

Because it would be worth it.

Theodore was right about one thing. Nicolas had kissed Milles to spite him. He wanted to see the face of a loser when realized that he had been kissed by the person he hated most. And if he were to like it, then it would be even more glorious, but he would not waste his time waiting for the impossible. Just to have kept in his memory the wide dark eyes so close to him, no words to reply his taunts were his trophy.

Until the moment he began to listen to his instincts.

Nicolas was an omega just like Theodore. He was also attracted to other boys, and it was assumed. But unlike his best friend, he had never entered into a relationship. He had never fallen in love. Even if the heat days embraced him, all he did was look for a partner who would make his instincts shut up. Sex is just that.

He thought your life would come down to that. Days of heat passing in a neighborhood of dubious origin to be used, and the other days pretending to be a beta to follow the volleyball team and get to be someone in life. Never committing to anyone, never surrendering.

Until the day your instincts refused to shut up.

Since the moment when his best friend was protected by him, Nicolas had suppressed his instincts. He used adhesives that injected suppressants from time to time when he was on the court, inhibiting his heats and posing as beta. Because then he could stand by Theodore for whatever comes and goes.

Especially when the person he hated most had become constant in their fights.

But from the moment that exchanging punches with Milles had become routine, and his closeness getting narrow, Nicolas's instincts became annoying.

Dreams with the force of someone touching him. The well-drawn mouth kissing him. The heat surrounding his slender body and the feeling that he would no longer need to fight were comfortable. He never saw the face of the person in his dreams, but the sensations were striking.

And when he kissed Milles, his instincts screamed in his mind that he would be the one they were looking for.

To your despair and disgust.

He had played video games until he was tired. He had prevented himself from sleeping by refusing to dream about Milles. He had trained intensely seeking the most tiring way out to silence those desires. The qualifying competition had been eagerly awaited by Nicolas, as it was the only thing that would bring peace to his head.

Now that he thought it over, Nicolas had to agree with Theodore. To be without a Mckenzie was deafening, a bustle and endless mess that would only be appeased when one of them was around. To Nicolas's despair, that someone was Milles.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the players were on the court again. Nicolas had stood on the bench between the assistant and the coach, shooting with his eyes a certain dark-haired alpha who brazenly stared at Theodore.

― Focus on the game you imbecile... ― Growled the short grumpy, looking for his best friend who seemed quiet. ― Will continue with your theatre?

― I want to know how far it goes. We're not together, we just kissed, so I need to be silly in front of him?

Nicolas opened a sneaky smile to his best friend, running his arm around his shoulder.

― You want to see him jealous? I'm in.

— I don't mean to be jealous, he got all attached to Mckenzie and I refuse to look like a loser. You're right about me needing to be careful, I have no idea what Gabriel thinks about it.

― Oh I'm thrilled, it will snow in Brazil since my friend decided to use his judgment.

― Since I decided to use judgment... How about paying me by watching High School Musical 2 with me?

— Ending love. ― Nicolas walked away from the hug with a grimace, making his friend laugh. ― Abusing me like this. I refuse to watch the movie where everyone is dancing for nothing. Honestly, it's a joy of nothing.

― I'll watch it with Lisa, since she's going to watch Disney today. How about sleeping at home?

Nicolas arched his eyebrow. Lisa was the cutest little girl on the face of the earth, and certainly she was identical to her older brother when it came to romance films. The two would be fans of the musical, which made it unbearable when either of them asked him to watch the film.

It would be fun to see the two brothers cracking up in the movie, wouldn't it?

At least could give him a good night's sleep, which had been private in recent days.

― Closed, I'll come back with you then.

The whistle sounded and the ball was thrown. The opposing team was strong, and seemed to know well who the strongest players would be. Nicolas was not surprised that the coach asked him to stay on the bench at first, so that with Theodore both analysed the opposing team. When he stepped on that court, Nicolas wanted to have a tactic that would end that game ensuring his victory.

The captain of the other team was on court playing in the lifter position. He could be good, if not better, than Gabriel adapting to his team-mates. His withdrawals were accurate, occasionally creating feints to trick Milles and Thunder into blocking.

In the first minutes of the game the opposing team had gained advantage in the score. It was simply frustrating how they managed to bypass the blockade and make use of open spaces to score points. In addition, they exchanged mocking looks with the players in dark uniform, provoking them.

— Do not fall for it, if you get plundered will make more mistakes. ― Murmured the coach swinging his leg nervous. ― Come on Mckenzie, you're the captain on this set, guide your team...

The libero entered in the place of another player and fulfilled well his role of receiving the ball and lifting as high as possible to gain time for his colleagues to organize themselves on the court. The attack by Milles had secured a point for his team.

From the stands the euphoric screams filled the gym. The two omega looked at the euphoric girls who cared little to disturb the players with their fans. A growl escaped from the lips of the little man with the noise, especially when the alpha responsible for the mess distributed his smiles to the crowd.

How showy could he be? How annoying!

― How strange... ― Heard your friend whisper.

― It's nothing new that he's a showoff.

— Isn't that right. They're not usually more aggressive when playing with us? ― Theodore remembered. Nicolas had looked towards the other team that was in position waiting for the loot to come. ― They don't seem to be taking it seriously.

― They're mocking us for being ahead on the scoreboard.

― I don't feel like that's it...

Theodore's guesses were usually accurate. Nicolas had once again faced the team that received the ball well and soon threw it to the other side. They moved neatly within the court, preventing one from entering the space of the other. The previous year when they faced each other they were more agitated on the court, trying to keep up with Nicolas's quick attacks.

The players in the blue uniform scored one more point and looked towards the benches of their opponent. Theodore had looked into his eyes together with his friend.

― How many invitations from schools participating in that tournament did you receive last year, Howard?

― Some of them, why?

Perceiving the hoarse voice of the coach, Nicolas raised his shoulders back to face his opponents.

— Were they included in your little list? If you rejected them for another year with us, then it's no wonder they're thirsty enough to beat us.

A Rogue smile dawned on the face of the lowest.

― Oh... Interesting. Are you waiting for me to come in and get serious? You've got to be kidding me with my face.

The euphoric scream once again echoed through the gym, and Nicolas closed his eyes for a moment. What the fuck was that? Why did they insist on making a mess in the middle of a tournament? Did they want to embarrass their school?

The moment he opened his eyes, he watched Milles make the second point of the team celebrating with the other players. He continued with her splendorous and playful aura that flirted with the girls in the crowd without any shame.

Was he serious about the game? He shouldn't smile like that, they were missing the set. Were he having too long a rally and still daring to play with your coconuts?

The fingers closed in fist over his leg. The blood boiled as he watched that damned alpha stroke other players' hair and talk to them before taking the positions to draw.

The buzzing in his ear came back hard filling his head. The voices he had heard since the fateful day further unnerved his mood.

"Take hold of your alpha".

Shaking his head trying to dodge his own voice, Nicolas continued to shoot Milles with his dark eyes.

"He belongs to you".

Added to the sound of cheering, this time organized, the girls of his school, Nicolas breathed deeply changing the target of his shooting to the bleachers. He could smell those girls snaking around the courts, and Milles breathing deeply smiling at them even if he hadn't moved from his position.

— Nico, are you okay? ― He had heard his friend's voice sound short amid the immense noise that hugged his eardrums ― I'm starting to smell you, and that's not good. Did you bring the stickers with you?

Was his smell escaping?

How?

Why?

Damn!

Looking from the corner at the coach who was still attentive to the game, Nicolas turned to his friend pointed at his own bag. Your whole body becomes stiff avoiding as much as possible from making sudden movements. If his scent became stronger, it would be a big problem not only for him but for Theodore.

The blonde omega had pulled the black sports bag and opened the side pocket finding the box of dark stickers. With his hands still in his pocket, Theodore looked at Nicolas who had raised two fingers indicating the quantity to be caught.

After having picked up the stickers, Theodore had settled on the bench leaving the left leg on the right, being able to hide the stickers.

Nicolas would certainly handle a little more hormone in his body. There have been situations where ten of those damn patches have been glued to your skin. Obviously the side effect almost turned him into a hibernating bear. But it was in emergencies that he needed to take any collateral damage.

And that was one of them.

Because from the moment he kissed Milles, it would take more stickers to hide his class.

He had felt Theodore lift his shirt carefully and grope his abdomen in search of a free space to stick the first adhesive. Which was difficult, since there was already one there.

― What the hell, how am I gonna put one away from the other like this?

― Come closer ― Whispered Nicolas to his friend, guiding his friend's hand to the middle of his chest. ― Put it there.

Theodore looked around as he glued the adhesive, trying his best not to attract attention. But Nicolas's heart accelerated as he watched the game, making its smell even more noticeable.

― Okay... Where should I put the other?

― Under the shorts.

― Are you kidding? ― Shouted Theodore, having the coach looking at friends. ― It was bad.

― I know, I know the game is tense. I think we better turn in this set and recover in the second. We tried our luck with the third.

Nicolas and Theodore sighed relieved by the lack of perception of their physical education teacher. The blonde omega waited for the teacher to be distracted again to approach his friend's ear and continue to whisper to him.

― Are you sure where you want it to go? Your smell is getting strong, wouldn't it be better under your arm?

― I have two under my arm, put it right before my smell spreads further. ― Snarled Nicolas.

Theodore took a deep breath preparing the patch, and then pulled Nicolas's sweatshirt over his friend's lap.

― All right, forgive the intrusion. I'll be quick.

Theodore's hand was quick to go under the sweatshirt, screwing his fingers into the elastic of his friend's dark uniform. Past the shorts remained only boxer, which was soon dribbled by the agile fingers of blond.

Theodore swallowed dry while strumming Nicolas's lower abdomen, watching his friend closely to know where to put the damn sticker. But the little man remained tense and silent, having Theodore lower his hand more and more.

What kind of situation was your best friend in? Okay, it wasn't the first time Theodore helped him with the stickers, but that whole situation was complicated. All because they were not fulfilling their function of inhibiting their omega pheromones.

Just when your instincts were screaming. There's no way you'd get on that court in that condition. If he was like that, he wouldn't focus on the game and chase Milles.

He would not allow himself to go down like that.

No fucking way.

Hardening his body more to contain his own scent, Nicolas continued to pretend to watch the game. The moment he had finally found the ideal spot, Nicolas released the air from his trembling lungs along with a low moan signaling Theodore to glue the adhesive.

He had felt that icy patch touch his skin and immediately something pinched him. The relief had taken him completely, being able to relax his body and lower his eyes.

― Did it work? Did it? Is it already working?

Nicolas laughed at his friend's concern, looking at him still with his head down.

― I'll be ready to play after the break thanks to your help.

Theodore smiled wide taking his hand from his friend's shorts. Nicolas would pay attention to the game again if it wasn't for a sneaky and intense gaze on him.

Now that would not be just one, but two intense looks.

― What about these two? ― Asked the coach crossing his arms.

Theodore removed his hand from Nicolas's sweatshirt by swallowing it dry. The captain of the team also looked at those two alphas who were keen to face them intensively.

Suddenly the court had become a very dangerous place.

― They're looking this way. Do they need the captain back? ― Again questioned the coach.

― Nico would they...

Nicolas arched his eyebrow and had a sly smile on his face. Then he immediately took his friend's hand and thrust it under the sweatshirt without uncoupling the eyes of those alphas.

― Since you like a theater, I'll teach you how to make a real one.