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 Male x Male Christmas Gift

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Anarchy, May 28, 2018.

  1. Anarchy

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    He hated the winter, Marshall grumbling to himself as fine italian shoes struggled to find purchase on the icy street. He had to carefully pick his way home, avoiding the more obvious patches of frozen water while frigid fingers fumbled with the packet of cigarettes he'd talked himself into pulling from his jacket. His neck was securely wrapped in a thick grey scarf, long brown hair lazily tossed up with a black rubber band. He looked warm enough, but the redness of his nose and the scowl on his face said otherwise. Quite frankly, he hated being out here, the silence of the street almost eerie as he moved about, but he needed to get out of his house before he went crazy.

    You see, Marshall was stuck and he was stuck bad. He had a deadline due in just under three weeks and he wasn't even a quarter of the way finished with his latest novel. The writer had well and truly hit a block and it was driving him mad. Usually he could move on, sleep on it, watch a movie, get laid, whatever, and his muse would come back within a few days, this though, oh this one was eluding him for weeks...months...and fuck he was pissed! This had never happened before, at least not for such an extended period of time and Marshall was running out of ways to fix it.

    Sighing, numb fingers finally plucked one of his cigarettes from its carton, placing it between his lips. Shoving the pack into his pocket, Marshall pulled out his lighter, pausing just long enough to flick a flame to life. Inhaling deeply, eyes closed to enjoy the bliss of tobacco filling his lungs. It eased the tension in his shoulders, a thick cloud of white pushing free as he exhaled. If nothing else, at least he could still enjoy a simple smoke, steps restarting as he began the long circle back to his apartment.

    There weren't too many people out tonight, unsurprisingly so. It was damn cold and Marshall was cursing himself for even having the idea to step outside in the first place. Another drag of his cigarette and his attitude was easing some, a heavy exhale halted as a shoulder caught his own making the man stumble and his anger flare up. Turning, lips parted to speak, Marshall's voice caught in his throat as soon as his eyes landed on the offender. He was...far smaller than he had first thought, but that's not what made him pause. It was the way the kid walked, staggered and uneven steps. He looked ready to crash and when he did, Marshall frowned.

    Dark eyes glanced around, finding no one around to call for. Looking back to the poor thing in the snow, Marshall debated leaving or staying. The kid was just probably drunk, or worse, some sort of junkie, and that was something he had no wish to get involved with. His feet were traitorous however, leading him to the crumpled form only to kneel to get a better look at the sad little thing. Cigarrete clasped between his lips to free his hand, Marshall reached out, brushing hair from a pale face, grumbling when he felt the heat that nearly burned him.

    "Damnit," he sighed, head hanging in defeat. The idiot had a fever and leaving him to catch hyperthermia, or some shit like that, just wasn't going to fly with his conscious. "Stupid kid," Marshall cursed through another heavy sigh, catching something that threw him more than the kid having a fever. Pausing, the writer leaned down, sniffing softly before pulling back and frowning deeply. There was no way in hell this kid was an alpha. Scenting the boy again and his initial thought was confirmed.

    "Fuck my life," Marshall cursed before he lifted the frail looking boy in his arms. This kid was so going to owe him after this. Cradling the kid in his arms, Marshall brought the alpha home and tucked him into the bed in one of his spare rooms. Staring down at him for a moment, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Perhaps he should have taken him to the hospital considering he'd been so warm, but it was probably too little too late for that. Shaking his head, the writer stepped out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack in case something happened, and headed over to his writing room before dropping down into his chair. Shoving his jacket off his shoulders, Marshall draped it over the back of his seat before reading over what last he wrote.

    He could do this.....he could finish this godforsaken book...
     
  2. DangerNoodle

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    Allion had gone out to get milk, his little brother Alois had texted him earlier that he wanted to make a specific dish for dinner, and they had no more milk. The thought of the sixteen year old Alois going out and walking alone frightened Allion. Even if he was as sick as a dog he decided to go out anyways. It was absolutely freezing out, and each step sent a ripple of pain and regret through his body. They had two cars, and Alois used one on weekdays for school, and his older brother by three minutes had taken the other out of town. So, he had to walk.

    He felt himself connect with someone's shoulder as he was trying very hard to focus on not falling over. He turned to say sorry but never got to the turning part. He collapsed face first into a snowbank. His body simply gave out on him. He would have died if that stranger hadn't plucked him out of the streets. It would be hours until the boy's body woke up.

    Allion's eyes opened slowly, the grogginess of sleep trying to pull him back into his dream that he had already forgotten. His mind snapped out of its drowsiness almost immediately when he took in the scent of someone he didn't know. He tried shooting up, but when he started there was great aches and pains all over his body, and he took it a bit slower. He had felt much better than he had when he was walking, but he still was fairly sick and should just accept his fate and go back to sleep in the bed. He managed to pull himself out of the bed and try to balance himself before heading towards the door.

    It took him a bit until he stumbled into the writing room where he found the person whom the house belonged to. The strong smell of the other hit him off guard as he took an uneven step into the room. It was an omega. "You shouldn't take in alphas you know," He said softly, his voice broken sounding and stuffed. He was leaning in the door, watching curiously at what the other was writing about. He could tell just from behind the other was much larger than him, which made him a bit uncomfortable. He was supposed to be the big bad alpha, but an omega was bigger. He wished he got his brothers height, but he was cursed with the non-alpha like qualities.

    "Thank you though," He added quickly. He would be dead or close to it if the other hadn't pulled him from the snow and allow him inside of a bed.
     
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    He'd been sitting here for hours, hours that had felt like days and only one sentence, a horrible one at that, had been written. The cursor taunted him, blinking on his screen like an taunt of his inability to write anything substantial. With a heavy sigh, Marshall hung his head, falling into his palms before fingers pushed into his hair. This was beyond frustrating, mind numb from the hours he had spent working on this. It buzzed with half sentences and word fragments that fizzled out before turning into anything halfway substantial. "Jesus," whispered softly as Marshall pulled his head up to stare at his computer screen yet again. Perhaps, if he glared long enough, he could will the words onto the page before him. If only things were that simple, mind utterly focused on the story he had yet to write only for it to be shattered by the warm scent of an alpha.

    Whipping around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, Marshall shot to his feet, eyes wide as they stared at the tired face of the boy he'd plucked from the streets. His heart was racing in his chest, mind having forgotten, momentarily, he had a guest in the home at all. "Don't you have any manner?" gruffed from the omega, posture turning from startled to guarded as arms crossed over a firm chest. With the kid upright, Marshall noted the difference in sizes, nose wrinkling at just how frail this alpha looked. "The hell were you doin' outside with a fever? You stupid or something?" Marshall cut, eyes narrowed as he appraised the male before him. "What are you even doing out of bed? You clearly have a fever. Go lay down," words pushed out before the kid had the chance to answer the first one.

    Hands shooed the boy away, leading him back towards the room he'd woken up in like a dog herding sheep. "I called a doctor and he'll be over in an hour. Don't spread your germs all over my house, kid." Marshall grumped out with a frown as a blanket was lain back atop the younger male. For a moment the writer lingered before huffing and turning on his heal. Pausing at the door, he turned to glance over his shoulder. "And next time, do not come into my writing room."
     
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    Seeing the almost scared look on the others face he frowned, his scent probably scared him as it just suddenly showed up. He was going to say sorry but the other stood and his words were lost and replaced with other thoughts. Allion was very clearly taken aback by the height of the omega, he bit the inside of his cheek as a sweet smell wafted into his face as the omega got closer. "I--" He felt his cheeks burn up worse than they already were, but blushing was impossible to see when he was bright from sickness. "I was going to leave, but it's impolite to just go." He spoke softly, slowly making his way back to the room he had found himself in. He had never met an omega so much like his little brother, and omega who didn't act much like one.

    Crawling back into the bed his body basically gave out when he hit the mattress. Being covered up like a child was quite funny to him, but he didn't argue with him about it as he seemed to be in a sour kind of mood. When he turned away he frowned, watching him go towards the door before spinning around and telling him to not go somewhere. "What's your name?" He said while he had the chance to say anything at all. "I'm Allion." He felt like they were on a first person basis at this point as he's been in his home for who knows how long filling it with his scent and germs.

    Allion sat up in the bed, propping himself so he was against the backboard. He couldn't help his curiosity, "What kind of books do you write?" His favorite was horror, but he'd be willing to read others if it caught his interest. He had a love for reading and writing, and being cooped up with an author might be a blessing. He wanted to know more about the omega in his writing ways, maybe to learn a thing or two before he had to go back home and be more like the mother for his brothers.
     
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    Eyes slipping along the alpha's form, debating on whether or not to divulge that information. The kid was staying here, so he may as well, at the very least, share his name. So, with a heavy sigh, Marshall turned where he stood to face the sickly figure on his guest bed. "Marshall Good," short and sweet and to the point. The omega didn't much care whether he was viewed as kind and docile, if he had he wouldn't be as successful as he was now. Marshall was successful because he had thick skin and he fought for what he wanted. Like hell he would bow to some higher power. Marshall knew what he wanted and he'd work tirelessly to get it. "I write horror and murder mysteries, now if you don't mind, I'd rather not play twenty questions with some kid when I have work to do," huffed unkindly from the older male. Perhaps he was rude....okay so he was most definitely rude but damnit, he was stressed and playing caretakers to some street kid and answering all of his twenty thousand questions he had.

    Marshall lingered for a second, a hint of an apology in his gaze before he turned to make his way out and back into his room. No writing occurred, mind too focused on the alpha in the other room. He was so small, it had been a shock when he stood to see the different, scent heavy and warm but a note of something sweeter to it. That alpha...what did he say his name was? .....Allion, he pervaded Marshall's thoughts until the doorbell cut through them. It was a harsh slap back to reality, the omega pushing the kid from his thoughts. He didn't have time to think of such trivial things at the moment. He just needed to get the doctor to the boy and words to the page. That was all.

    "Welcome," Marshall greeted the man, leading the doctor to the spare room. "He passed out on the street while I was heading home." The explanation short as the door was swung open for doctor to meet patient.
     
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    Allion almost choked on his own breath when the other declared he wrote horror and murder mysteries. It was his absolute favorite! The biggest smile formed on his lips for only a moment, a flicker of something that could be taken as pure curiosity with a bit of hope and desire thrown in. He wanted to read his work, especially unfinished work! Though his perky look didn’t last long as the man quickly bit his head off for asking a few questions. It would have been far more than twenty if he could have asked more questions about his job. He didn’t remember reading a book from Marshall Good, but then again he stuck to the bigger and more well known authors of the genre.

    When the omega left the room he let out a low sigh and rubbed his temples. He didn’t seem very pleased with him. Thought temptation crawled all over him he stayed restless in the bed. He thought about stories he had in his own mind, and was deeply interested in the twisted thoughts of others. What did Marshall Good have stored away up top that would slowly leak out onto paper for complete strangers to indulge themselves in. He didn’t rest much besides laying in the bed and staring at the wall blankly, flipping weakly sometimes when he got uncomfortable it’s the position.

    His eyes darted to the door when he heard steps and quiet voices roaming the hallway. When the doctor entered his room he gave an awkward smile to the man who he assumed was the doctor Marshall had called up to check on him. He was sure the question in his mind was how insane must this man be to walk around in the snow while sick. His lips patterned to greet him, but instead a fit of coughs came on and he hunched over, using an elbow to try and stop the flow of germs. His eyes watered as he stopped his coughing, clearly it was painful to cough with an agitated throat.
     
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    Marshall frowned from where he stood in the doorway, never one to like the sickly. That didn't mean he did not care for them, but its not like germs were something he wanted to get close to, especially with his deadline so close. Marshall just couldn't afford to get sick right now, eyes shifting to the doctor as the man ventured into the room. He offered a kind smile to his patient, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The man was middle-aged, hair greying yet his eyes held a youthful kindness to them. "There, there, let it out," a soothing voice spoke with an aged roughness to them. "Now, let's see what you've got going on, hm?" a soft suggestion but the doctor was already opening the small case he had brought with him. Pulling out a stethoscope, the doctor placed the prongs in his ears while the diaphragm was slipped beneath the alpha's shirt. Telling the alpha when to take a breath, he heard the rattle in his chest, lips tugging into a frown. "One more time," he spoke, moving the piece to the left and hearing it again.

    "Alright that's enough," stethoscope placed away, the next thing to come was a thermometer. Place between the boy's lips it only took a few moments before the reading came back. That was all the information the doctor needed as he rose. "Well, unfortunately you have a case of bronchitis, but the good news is we have antibiotics for it. I'll drop them off later on today and you should be fine in just a few days," the doctor assured.

    Marshall walked the man to the door, he thanked him for his help after seeing him out. Heaving a sigh, eyes fell to the watch on his wrist and noted the time. Turning on his heel, the writer made his way back into the bedroom, once again lingering at the doorway. Even with the scent of sickness, the alpha's scent was....nice. Eyes closed for a moment, arms crossing over the omega's broad chest as he leaned against the doorway. It was warm, and underlying sweet spice that made it harder to think. Eyes opened as Marshall turned his attention to the kid, lips quirking downwards as he realized what he'd been doing.

    "You hungry?" the kindest thing he'd said thus far. The least he could do was offer food, considering he'd taken the boy in to keep him from dying in the first place.
     
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    The doctor and Marshall watching him made him feel like he was a child in a doctors office. How the man spoke so nicely made him think he might be deathly ill and he was just trying to soothe him before the big reveal. He didn't like doctors, mostly needles, and the awkward talks when he was a teenager. He did as he was told, breathing unevenly so that he could listen and see how fucked up his insiders were. Once, twice, and the doctor knew what was wrong. Bronchitis, nothing that could kill him. "Ah, thank you," He spoke softly, clearing his throat a bit.

    Allion looked at Marshall just stand in the doorway, he couldn't help but smirk a little bit at his reaction. He knew it was his scent, they'd both have to end up getting used to the other's scent for a bit. When his eyes opened he couldn't help but let out a bit of a broken laugh, he wasn't used to this kind of thing.

    "I'm from a family of pure alphas, we have... odd genes. My brother, my youngest, is the only omega." He left out the fact that he was from an affair, the stranger didn't need to know that much about his family. "He isn't much liked by the family-- Anyways. I'm not used to... omegas," His friends were betas, his family alphas... he only saw them for moments at a time outside in the world. Being so enclosed in the scent of an omega was new, and the other clearly wasn't use to an alpha in his home either. Though the scent that filled his hurting lungs didn't bring the picture of Marshall to his head, he expected someone smaller, at least smaller than he was.

    "I'm assuming by your face you aren't used to an alpha. I'm not big or scary, and I have control if you do happen to--" He didn't like talking about heats and how they turned alphas into sex craving idiots. "-- have your heat." He didn't know how long the other would keep him in his home, and he just felt like he had to throw it out there for the other. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the warmth of sickness. Bronchitis wasn't horrible, a few days he'd be all better, in a day he might be able to do things.

    Allion sat on the bed for a long moment, he normally was the one who cooked for his brothers. "Yes, but, I could make something if you don't want to do it," Being a bother to someone gave him an overwhelming amount of anxiety. The whole situation he realized was probably one of the biggest bothers this omega has dealt with. "I'm kind of like the stay at home mom, and my omega brother goes to school, and the other two halves of me work." He should have been the omega while the alpha gene should have gone to his baby brother. It would have made the most sense.
     
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    Marshall stared for a long time at the alpha that sat on the bed. He would have preferred to have his reaction ignored. Instead, he got a small snippet of Allion’s life, lips frowning as he tried to act as unaffected as possible. That lasted very little as the topic of heat arose. It was something the omega didn’t much think about. Unlike most, Marshall didn’t take suppressants seeing as he spent most of his days alone in his apartment. If he needed something while in heat, a simple text to his editor and it would be arranged to be delivered. It seemed to have slipped his mind until then that he should even worry about it, then again Marshall wasn’t planning on having the kid around long enough for it to become an issue.

    “My heats are none of your business. I’ll make you something to eat,” Marshall huffed, turning to escape the loose-lipped alpha. Talking about his heat was always a point of contention for Marshall. He was never comfortable, per say, with being an omega. He was tall, dominant, and exuded confidence. He was everything an alpha should be and yet...omega. Pushing these thoughts from his mind, the writer grabbed canned soup from the cupboard and put a pot on the stove. It only took about five minutes to get a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup in hand, Marshall even going so far as to grab a glass of water for the boy before returning.

    Stepping into the room, Allion’s scent filled his nose again. This time Marshall was able to not react, handing over the bowl and water. “Here. Take a shower when you’re finished. I’ll put clothes out for you,” Marshall spoke with authority in his voice. He wasn’t exactly the best with bedside manner but he was making an effort.
     
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    Allion felt a wave of worry come over him when the other seemed to get frustrated over what he had said, which was the opposite of what he wanted. He could assume it was embarrassing to talk about as the thought of a much younger and smaller boy being an issue might be insulting to Marshall. He stayed silent as he waited, eyes lazily glancing around the spare bedroom he was in, it was blank and rather boring, he had nothing to do but sit on the bed and count the hours away until he felt fine enough to do something while standing.

    When Marshall returned he nervously glanced up at him, then away. He accepted the room and placed it into his lap before gazing up at the omega. "Uhm, thank you," He murmured, trying to think of something that wouldn't be uncomfortable to say. His mind ended up at the omega's work once again, he was undeniably curious about the whole craft and skill that went into becoming a writer for a full-time job. "What's your last name?" He wondered if he had read any of his books, he never paid attention to first names besides the authors who were extremely popular in the genre he reads. He normally read Stephen King.
     
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    Eyes narrowed as suspicion rose inside of the older man. It seemed a bit late for such a question but, for now, Marshall decided to entertain the kids strangeness. If he blamed it on his illness then it was an easier pill to swallow, though Marshall knew that bronchitis didn’t make people think or do ridiculous things. Fingers combed through dark hair, halting at the loose bun that tied his locks atop his head before his hand dropped. “Good. My name’s Marshall Good,” he clarified as his gaze flickered across the alpha. Now suspicions became curiosity as the writer wondered if Allion had read any of his books. The boy had already admitted to being interested in the genre. Marshall didn’t let it show on his face though, arms crossing — as that seemed to be his stance of choice.

    “Why?” Curiosity killed the cat soon enough. There were very little reasons that one would need to know another's last name. As much as Marshall wanted to know whether or not Allion was a fan, he refused to let those words pass his lips. Marshall’s was a prideful man, always locking his emotions away. Omega’s were thought to be emotional things, weaker, soft spoken. Marshall openly raised against all stereotypes and negated every one as much as he could.
     
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    Allion didn't answer his question, his mind was going through layers of his memory. With the name Good floating in his head he remembered that a few hours ago he was already told this information, he just wasn't thinking about his writing. "Sleep," It hit him so suddenly and it came out rather loudly when he meant for it to stay inside of his head. "You wrote that! Good, Marshall Good!" He let an excited voice leave his lips, the author of that book was right in front of him. Blushing was thankfully not very noticeable with his sickness, but the red simply turned darker as the details of the situation sunk in. He saw him pass out, gave him a bed... he must seem pathetic in his eyes.

    "It would have made a much better story to let me die," He couldn't help himself but make that stupid joke. His heart was racing in his chest and it seemed he couldn't hold still as he kept fidgeting around in the bed. It was a weird way to meet someone you liked, though Sleep was the only book he could find from Marshall in the local library at the time. His hands rubbed his face slowly and he let out a groan. "I look terrible, and I'm sick, in one of your beds... being an annoyance--" He grumbled into his hands. It was humiliating! He wanted to hide under the covers and pretend like he didn't exist anymore.
     
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    There was a sense of pride knowing that Allion had read his book, well one of them, and more importantly, that the alpha enjoyed it. The urge to smile pulled at his lips but the omega quelled it instantly. He wouldn’t show how pleased it made him, ignored the warmth growing in his belly and offered a simple nod. “Well,” arms unfolded as Marshall eased his cold disposition somewhat. “That’s rather impressive.” Marshall was a well known writer but he was no Stephen King, only three finished books under his belt but it had pulled in more than enough to live comfortably on. With a forth in the works he only hoped to keep the momentum going. Stumbling upon a fan was an interesting turn of events however, especially when Allion favored one of Marshall’s earlier works.

    Lips parted to speak only for the alpha to fuss about first, the omega standing there with mild amusement dancing in his eyes. Watching Allion fuss was rather adorable, the thought slipping through his mind before he could catch himself. Marshall straightened once he realized what he’d let himself think. Clearing his throat, the writer figured that this was enough socializing for now. Hand reaching out of its own accord, fingers slid through soft locks in a comforting manner. “Relax before you spill your food. Eat and take a shower. If you need something....you know where I’ll be,” with that, Marshall left the room, feet halting only after he was safely in his writing room.

    Slumping into his chair, Marshall dropped his head into his hands as he felt how fast his heart beat. What the hell was that?! Reaching out to touch the alpha, the thought of it making something inside of him preen. God he hated his status, the scent of Allion still filling his nose. He smelled....so freaking good but he was a stranger! A kid! Thinking like this...he was only distracting himself. Marshall needed to get back to work.
     
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    Allion felt the bigger hand of the alpha slowly slide through his hair, making the small strands on his neck stand and goosebumps to cover his skin. He loved it when his hair was touched, he’d gladly sit next to someone and let them roam in his hair for hours on end. He lifted his head to look at the other, almost telling him to stay a little longer, but he couldn’t. The other needed to work and he has already taken up enough of his time, so when the hand slid out of his hair he kept a straight face and glanced down at his soup that has cooled down a bit. “Thank you,” He said, picking up the spoon and watching the omega leave the guest bedroom to where Allion could assume to be the writing room.

    In the silence of the bedroom he slowly ate his soup, the warmth soothing to his chilly body. He ate much slower than he normally would, taking his time before it was nearly gone, he couldn’t finish it. He placed the bowl on a night stand and drank about half the glass of water to find his fluids. Once he was done he took the silence to think, and of course it was about Marshall. He loved the book and didn’t know the man lived in the same place as him, or that he was an omega. He... didn’t think many omegas wrote books, thought that thought was rather insulting and he wouldn’t dare say it out loud.

    Finally he pulled himself out of the bed. He was sure to fix the covers and take the empty bowl with him as he exited the room. He was quiet on his feet as he found the kitchen and placed the bowl into a sink. He then went searching for the bathroom, thankfully finding it easily so that he wouldn’t have to bug the other again. Stepping into the shower he took a rather long one with the water so hot it turned his skin red. He used the others products, as he didn’t have his own to use. He liked the smell of everything, so it didn’t bug him too much. Stepping out he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door, the other said he’d leave clothes... but there was nothing there for him to put on. Frowning he tightened his grip on the towel and went to the room where he knew the omega would be.

    Maybe he was just busy with some work and didn’t hear the shower go, or simply just forgot about dropping off some clothes. He stood in the doorway, quietly glancing at the screen of the computer, wanting to sneak a peak at a sentence or two. He was too far away to see anything so he took a few steps into the room. “Sorry— You didn’t leave any clothes,” His voice meek, though it sounded much less congested after the shower. His face was the same reddish tint, but it was more from embarrassment. The shower did wonders for him, though he was still fairly sick.
     
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    It’s not like he meant to forget, Marshall usually rather good at remembering the small tasks he needed to do throughout the day. Then again this had been a less than usual day. He had an alpha in his home for crying out loud, nursing him back to health. Any other omega would be intimidated by that, shoving the kid off to hospital for trained professionals to care for him before calling it a day. Marshall wasn’t a usual omega though, and perhaps because of his constant pushing back on the status quo, made him a bit of a foolish man. It’s not like the kid could do much though, especially given his state, but he was an alpha and Marshall was an omega and there was only so much of biology one could ignore. Sometimes Marshall wondered if there had been some sort of mixup, if perhaps this was some sort of cosmic joke. It didn’t help with his condition, one so odd and rather rare for his kind.

    Omegas could bear and breed children, though Marshall was one of the few who could only sire them. It’s not like infertility was uncommon, some omega’s just couldn’t have children despite usual heat cycles. But those who couldn’t bear children always lacked potency in giving children as well. Marshall could do just fine on that front, his heat cycles more of an overbearing rut that drove him half mad. It wasn’t the worst of scenarios but it always made him wonder...why an omega? Even his biology railed against it.

    “Pull yourself together,” Marshall hissed at himself, fingers raking through his hair. Snagging on the small bum, the tie was pulled free, chocolate locks falling to frame his face. Chair pulling forwards, Marshall forced himself to work, to think of anything but the alpha possibly parading about his home. He hoped that, at the very least, Allion was cleaning up after himself and not spreading his germs everywhere. The fact that the alpha was in his home still perplexed Marshall as he sat there, typing and retyping the same sentences. The words just didn’t flow right, coming out too vague or too clunky. It just want right, the same issue that the man had been having for days now, months actually. “Jesus,” the man hissed, slapping his keyboard in frustration. Elbows thumped onto the desk, fingers sinking into his hair as they tugged hard at his hair, a heavy sigh pushing from his lungs.

    Marshall hated this, hated being so stuck on just a few words. He knew where he was and where he wanted his characters to be, but it was transitioning to it, making that clear segway something captivating was what had him stumped for days on end. “Come on, think,” Marshall hissed to himself. Though his time was cut short as an all too familiar scent filled his lungs, head snapping to the side to find a sight that was confusingly welcomed. It was that confusing mix of sweet and spice that had brown orbs drinking in the sight of a barely covered Allion. The water that dripped from his hair slid down his frame, along the curve of his neck to gather in the small well of his collarbone. A few more joined it before it overflowed, a thick droplet tracing the contours of the younger alpha’s body.

    Heat flushed the writer’s form, tingling from head to toe only to pool into a tightness between his thighs, a familiar ache that was a few days too soon. Oh no. Oh no no no no.

    “Go to the room,” a harsh demand weakened by the way Marshall’s voice breathlessly rasped it out. “Go!” A sharper note as his gaze tore away, refusing to return until he was sure the alpha was gone and he was, once again, alone. Taking several calming breaths, Marshall stood and ventured into his room. He found an old shirt from his college years that didn’t see much light of day and a fresh pair of boxers yet to be worn (the package delivered just a few days ago). The clothes were brought to a Allion, no words exchanged as they were tossed onto the bed. He needed to stay far away from this boy.
     
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    Allion expected Marshall to have a reaction, though this certainly wasn't the one he was thinking of. In his head, the omega might have looked at him a bit funny and shooed him away until he found clothes. Instead, he watched the other's eyes move slowly move from his hair to somewhere around his chest, then down his sides until the white towel covered the rest of his body. The way he flushed made something stir inside of his chest, the urge an alpha often got in these situations was trying to bubble to the surface. A new smell came a much more poignant one that came when an omega might be aroused. His jaw tightened as his own eyes ran down the omega and lingered between his legs for a few moments too long. His lips twitched, undecided if they should smile or frown, and his right hand formed a fist.

    He parted his lips to say something, what that something was he didn't know. He was cut off by Marshall, and he was thankful for that, the words making his mind go blank.

    When he was told to leave Allion stood where he was, frozen in place. The way he was told to leave, in a weak and voiceless breath made the little alpha voice starting ringing inside of his ears. Then a harsh word shook him awake and he practically ran out of the office and into the bedroom. There would be an audible slam of a door as the alpha forced himself into the bedroom. He leaned against the back of the door, hand clasped over his mouth and nose at an attempt to block out the scent of the omega. It was much duller in the bedroom as his own scent has been mixed in, and the omega scent in the room wasn't exactly the same as the one he had just been in contact with.

    Allion was panting as he removed his hands and ran them through his hair, tugging the strands along the way. "Stupid-- Stupid," He whispered to himself. He should have just put his old clothes on instead of a simple towel around his hips. He didn't think the other would react like that, most wouldn't, even if they were alpha and omega. People had preferences, which was why he wasn't so careful. He shook his head and moved away from the door and took a seat on the bed.

    By the time Marshall had come into the room Allion was fully recovered from what had happened. The sudden opening of the door made him jump, head snapping up to look at the omega for only a moment. He took the clothes and waited for the other to leave the room before putting them on. The shirt was long enough to cover what it needed to, and he didn't mind not having pants as he doubted the other's pants would fit him anyways.

    Now he sat at the edge of the bed, unsure of what he was supposed to do now after what had happened. It'd be awkward and tense to be around each other, but Allion had so many questions and too much curiosity. He sat in the bed, waiting to see if the other would come back into the room.
     
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    Hot....Marshall was hot, cheeks flushed with a subtle itch beneath his skin. It was a feeling the writer was used to, but he’d never felt it creep up the way it had, been so sudden the way it had. Marshall tried to wait it out, but Allion’s scent still lingered in his room. It made him ache just being near it. He needed to get a hold of himself, but that wouldn’t happen if he couldn’t get away from the scent of the alpha for five seconds. Marshall decided on a shower, rushing off to his bedroom where a private bath was housed. He took the longest, coldest shower that he could tolerate, and slowly the heat began to seep from his body. It wasn’t time for it to hit, so his reaction had startled him. At the very least it wasn’t coming early, water cut off once the last of that familiar itch had left him.

    By then nearly an hour had passed, Marshall padding into his room to dress. A black long sleeved shirt with tapered sweats, a casual outfit for a casual day at the home. Now dressed, Marshall told himself to head to his writing room but his feet were traitorous and dragged him to the alpha’s room. There Marshall lingered, the scent flowing from the room tingling up his spine. Steeling himself, Marshall opened the door, face to face with a boy who shouldn’t look as appealing as he did in his clothes. “....Do you need anything?” It seemed as if his early snap had been forgotten, as of it didn’t happen at all. Marshall would prefer it that way though, not wanting to admit someone so young could incite such a reaction in him.
     
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    Allion wasn't expecting the omega to return, in his hands was a phone as his fingers were typing away. He was texting his younger brother, letting him know he was staying with a 'friend' for a few nights and he'd be back home soon. He didn't want to say a stranger plucked him out of the streets who happen to be an author he enjoyed, that'd just make the other ask a million different questions. When he entered the text he set his phone beside him and gave a weak smile up to Marshall, afraid of what the other might want after what had happened. The other was much bigger and obviously stronger than he was, he didn't see why the omega would worry about him and what he could do as an alpha.

    "Uhm--" The alpha said quietly, fiddling with the end of the shirt. He sat in a way that covered the boxers perfectly. "Something to do?" He was bored out of his mind and was already starting to feel a bit better with rest, food, and a shower. He knew the other wouldn't have anything for him to do, he was three and couldn't just be thrown a pen and paper and expected to color until he passed out. He'd expect some kind of labor, but he couldn't stand for very long without feeling a bit squeamish about it. "I can help you with your book-- maybe," He hesitated, he had been thinking it over in his head. He always wanted to write a story, he wasn't sure how he could help. Maybe just read what he has, give input? "Or I could just lay here, if that's easier," He added quickly, glancing at the bed he was on.
     
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    That really wasn’t what Marshall had been expecting, eyes trained on the boy before him for a long minute. There were very few people he knew that would request something to do when sick. He debated denying him, especially with the topic of his writing. What a kid could do for him, he had no clue, but as lips parted to shoot the idea down, something else came out instead. “Fine,” quick and to the point, the word startled Marshall who simply huffed and turned. The door was left open for Allion to follow him. Leading the alpha to his writing room, a place the boy had barged into one too many times for Marshall’s comfort, the omega walked over to his bookshelf.

    “Sit,” a simple command as he pointed towards a plush chair in the corner. The bookcase was to the chairs right if you were sitting in it, a large window to it’s left. Marshall’s desk was adjacent to the window — laptop, printer and several mugs of coffee atop its wooden surface. There was a floor lamp in the corner and the door they had entered directly across from the window. Fingers plucked a book from the shelf, handing it to his guest. “Read that first and then you can help. It was rather self explanatory why Allion would need to read. He had only read one of Marshall’s works and it hadn’t been the series he was currently working on. He needed to know what was going on and Marshall didn’t like to explain it when he could simply give someone first hand knowledge. It was redundant. “When you’re finished then you can read what’s on my laptop,” spoken as the older man took a seat, legs crossing as he eyed the boy. It felt strange allowing him to help. Marshall had never done it before, allowed someone to read his work before it was finished. Hell, even sending his writing to an editor before publishing took years to work up to. Now there was some kid, sick and plucked from the street, readying to read Marshall’s latest piece before it was even halfway executed. It was nerve wrecking for the man.
     
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    Allion didn't like to say his 'status' made him good at one thing than another. He was extremely good with reading, writing, and understanding literature. All through his school years, he was often complimented on the subject of English. He got nearly perfect grades, wrote the best essays, had a beautifully creative mind... And he didn't think it was because he was an alpha. He sucked at sports and social events, two things alphas were supposed to excel in. He believed he was just born smart, he knew Marshall was born smart as well with how good he was doing in his life of literature.

    When a book was handed to him he smiled brightly at the hardcover and gently ran his fingers across the rough texture of the cover. "When I finish I'm sure you'll have more than--" He broke himself off to glance at the laptop, "A few sentences." The low amount on the others computer confused him, he had spent hours in this room and almost nothing was written in that time. He opened the book and flipped to the last page, it was more or less around 400 pages long in the standard font size and spacing.

    "It'll take me a few hours... I normally don't read a whole book in one sitting," He said quietly, flipping to the first page. He fell into silence as he leaned back into the large chair and let the book take him to that magical place that all books took him. He ended up getting so involved into a story he had trouble putting it down, though he had only gone through a book in one sitting a couple of times, and they were rather short books. Four hundred wasn't a large number by any means, but still, he'd have to focus and try to remain still for the time being.

    Time flew by as the boy reacted to the book every now and again. His body would flinch, eyes widen, maybe wet his lips. He was clearly enjoying the book, sometimes he seemed to read it faster, seeming restless and just wanting to see what was on the next page. Then minutes later he'd be slowed down, eyes scanning the same line, trying to connect dots. In the end, he finished the book was a hand slam that echoed, he loved doing that. Setting it down beside him he carefully raised from his seat and held his arms above his head, a bit of his stomach being exposed before he dropped his arms and let out a yawn.

    "I have to know what happens next!" He spoke in a perky voice, going over to the alpha and standing by his desk. He didn't read what was on the computer now, afraid of spoilers... Though he'd have to read it at some point anyway to help.
     
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