M/M Fanfiction + Original Fiction

Hi! I'm alheria, amateur M/M writer, and up till now I only published on ao3. Recently I started working on for-purchase original short stories (18+), therefore I decided to share them over here + upload my existing completed fanfiction for ones not using ao3 to hopefully enjoy 🤍

There was nothing in this world König enjoyed more than waking up in his husband’s arms.

Even though they were crammed on a tiny base bed and definitely way too warm, being tightly pressed to that muscular chest felt like heaven. Sleeping alone always meant staying on a high-alert as his anxious brain kept thinking about being caught off-guard. While sleeping with Ghost however, he did not need to worry about anything - he was more than safe in his husband’s protective, loving embrace.

The only problem with that arrangement was Simon’s persistent unwillingness to part ways. He liked to keep his life-partner close until he himself had to get up, but sometimes their separate work assignments did not allow for that. Just like today, when the Austrian had been scheduled for an early morning recon mission.

-Let me go? -he suggested upon turning the alarm off, knowing there is no way he could sneak out without those strong arms unwrapping.

-I’d rather not. -Ghost murmured, possessively tightening the hold around the younger soldier.

-And I would rather stay, but I really have to go. Duty calls. -König sighed, pressing a delicate kiss to the lieutenant's throat before firmly pushing away. Despite not wanting to, the Brit obediently let go and quickly replaced the other soldier with a pillow to continue sleeping.

After getting out of bed, for a good minute the Austrian just stood in place, fondly glancing at the absolute love of his life he never believed he would find. Or rather that it would find him, since it was Simon who approached first. 

Honestly, the fact that someone as cool as Ghost decided this anxious shadow of a person was worth a fraction of his attention was shocking. Them somehow going from being fuck-buddies to getting married was a fucking unexplainable miracle.

-I love you. -König whispered, gently brushing through the soft strands of his dozing off man. Seemingly dozing off, because he suddenly turned around, grabbed the extended arm and pulled the younger man into a long, breathtaking kiss. Then he looked deep into his husband’s hazed eyes and in a rough, morning voice said:

-Love you too, stay safe.

---

Despite being in the army for quite a few years now, having teammates was still hard to get used to, as his anxiety made interacting and socialising very challenging. It was especially problematic when unexpected changes occurred to his current squad, like a week back when serious injury required temporarily replacing one of the soldiers. The new guy, Fabian, who arrived five days ago, was also Austrian and of similar age, although a particularly extroverted one. He was also ridiculously good-looking with his dark, fluffy curls, immaculate moustache and small but pronounced muscles. And for some unknown reason, that clearly cool as fuck guy turned trying to befriend cold and withdrawn König into his personal mission, which meant they were hanging out quite often.

Somehow this intrusion wasn't very bothersome, Fabian happily took all the attention on himself, making it easier for the other Austrian to blend into the background. The only problem was how open this new “friend” was about certain things, especially his sexuality. He was proudly bi, and very flamboyant, flirting with everyone he found worthwhile. That in itself wasn’t an issue of course, but rather the fact he would definitely find Simon to be his type once their paths finally crossed. It was absolutely unavoidable and happened on the tenth day while they were in the common showers after a long mission.

-Fuck, he’s hot. -the shorter man whistled out of nowhere, bringing spacing out König back to reality. He turned to look at the person Fabian was referring to, and his heart immediately dropped to the ground. Undeniably, his new teammate was eating up the sight of half-naked Ghost examining a prominent bruise on his flexed bicep. 

-Do you know if he’s single? -he asked, shamelessly staring at the oblivious Brit whose wedding ring was perfectly obscured by his dog tags. 

-He’s taken. -the other Austrian answered quickly, although his clenching throat didn’t manage to add by whom. Hearing that, Fabian only smirked cryptically before adding: 

-Honestly, I don’t really care. I’ll shoot my shot regardless, and see what happens. There is no way I am passing on this ridiculously hot body without a fight. And I bet he must be starved after all those months out here. Shouldn’t be hard to convince him to have some fun.

Listening to this rant, König wanted to vomit. There was no way he could compete with this incredibly handsome, ridiculously charming and very outgoing man if he chose to pursue Simon. It would be stupid to reject the advances of someone so much better. After all, he was nothing but a mess that was surely only causing inconv…

No. 

Ghost loved him. They’ve been together for six years, if he was a burden he would’ve been discarded a long time ago. Which meant there was no way their relationship could fall apart because of some random guy showing interest.

But his broken brain straight on refused to accept that fact.

---

For the rest of the day König struggled to keep his composure. All he could think of was the love of his life throwing him away like a broken toy he’s done playing with. Because that’s how this situation would definitely end. Didn’t matter they were happily married, his mind was already fixated on the worst case scenario, even though chances of its occurrence were close to zero.

Ghost would leave him.

He would be completely alone again.

Alone. 

Again. 

This could absolutely not happen. But it was inevitable. His heart was about to be torn out and shredded into pieces. One hundred fucking percent.

Somehow he managed to keep calm and politely excuse himself from Fabian’s unbearable presence. He speedwalked through the base, entered his room, lifelessly sat down on the bed and hid his masked face in his shaking hands.

It was over.

No more stealing quick kisses when no one was looking. No more silent cuddling whenever either had a tough day. No more sleeping together in their tiny, uncomfortable bed. No more love.

Nothing even happened yet, but he could already see himself becoming a merciless, soulless mercenary rotting from the inside as he tried to get over losing the only one who mattered. So occupied with repeating the worst case scenario over and over again, he didn’t even notice his husband’s arrival.

-Is everything alright? -Ghost asked as he walked in, a rather puzzled look appeared on his face when he took the mask off.

-Yeah, just tired. -the younger man responded vaguely, too scared to reveal what’s bothering him. He wasn’t even brave enough to look his life-partner in the eyes.

-You’re lying to me. -the Brit pointed out bluntly, and König’s heart nearly shot out of his tight chest.

-I’m not! -he barked, feeling anger and shame rush through his veins. -And I don’t have the energy to argue that. I gotta go. -added, before rapidly getting up and storming out of the room past the shocked lieutenant. But the second he slammed the door, a loud, flashing warning appeared in his spinning brain.

You shouldn’t have done that.

Simon didn’t need to be with someone who was acting like a child. He deserved a mature, mentally stable lover. He deserved better.

Not sure where to go, the Austrian exited the building and headed for a quiet spot where he liked to hide anytime he had enough. After making sure there was no one around, he hit the wall. And again. And again. And many more times until the physical pain overpowered the mental one. Then he just sat there, on a cold concrete, staring at the dark sky and mourning his soon to be broken heart.

---

König didn’t even realise he was starting to doze off when a loud, angry voice brutally woke him up. 

-What the fuck are you doing?! -Simon demanded furiously. -I’ve been looking for you everywhere! -informed before grabbing the very confused soldier’s arm and forcefully dragging him up. -The fuck is your problem? -he then sighed in resignation while pulling the younger man into a surprisingly soft embrace. At that point, the fully-awaken Austrian was already on the verge of tears. Then Ghost gently kissed the side of his pounding head and said:

-I was worried about you.

That was it.

The waterfall of tears soaked into his mask as he began to cry in his surprised husband's arms. The lieutenant didn’t say anything, nor asked any questions, for which König was tremendously grateful because he was sure no words could escape his clenched throat anyway. For what seemed like eternity he cried and cried until the overwhelming anxiety finally calmed down.

That’s when he began to talk.

He told Simon everything about Fabian and what he said in the showers, although didn’t mention anything other than quiet “I was jealous”. His deep fear of abandonment stayed untold. Ghost made no comments, only listened while holding the Austrian close. And once the reason for his hostile behaviour was fully in the open, they silently returned to their room.

The second the door locked, the calming atmosphere immediately changed, and König knew he was in big trouble. Aware there is no escaping the punishment for the outrageous behaviour, his body instantly froze in place, and heart began to race. He could feel the coldest shiver run down his spine when the eerily quiet lieutenant approached him from behind and just stopped there, unbearably close but not close enough for them to touch. Very unrushed, the older soldier removed his husband’s mask, then vest and gloves. A low sound of amusement escaped him upon noticing prominent bruising on the trembling palm. Soon his own, steady, gently grabbed those sore knuckles and began to tenderly rub the sensitive flesh before suddenly squeezing it hard, making the younger man gasp and squirm.

-I’m very fucking curious what made you think there is a reason to be jealous. -the Brit raised his brow while putting more pressure on the injured hand.

-I…I don’t know. -the younger man stuttered, feeling his throat clench tighter and tighter with every passing second. Tears started to cloud his vision yet again.

-I’m gonna need you to think a little bit harder. -Simon growled into the other soldier’s ear, instantly making him reach the breaking point.

-You’re too good for me! -König shouted before lifelessly falling on the floor, his throbbing palm still at Ghost’s mercy. -I’m fucking insecure about our relationship! -he added, furiously wiping off the tears running down his burning cheeks.

-Elaborate. -the lieutenant ordered sharply.

-You’re just so attractive, and attract other attractive people, and what if you realise I am not good enough and leave me?! -the Austrian sobbed, too angry at himself to be self-conscious about his feelings. -I don’t want you to leave me… -he whispered, and that’s when his husband finally let go of his hand and silently walked past him.

For a moment there, König thought this was over. The one who owned his heart would walk away, leaving him completely alone, broken into tiny, sharp pieces and forever scarred by an excruciating tear in his fading soul. But instead, Simon dropped to his knees and pulled the shaken up man into a tight hug.

-You’re the only person in the entire world I have any feelings for. -he said unbearably softly. -You’re the love of my life —, no one else exists for me. -continued, tenderly caressing the crying soldier’s head, trying to calm him down. -So I beg of you darling, never question my love for you ever again. Or I’ll fuck you to death to prove how wrong you are. -the Brit then barked as he rapidly pulled away to look into his partner’s hazy eyes.

Faster than light König snapped out of his miserable state.

-Can you still fuck me even if I have no doubts anymore? -he whispered, and Ghost’s gaze immediately darkened.

-I fucking adore you, you insatiable beast. -the lieutenant snorted in pure amusement before clashing their lips in a long, greedy kiss. The younger man quickly showed the worries aside. All he could think about were his husband’s big, strong hands sliding under his t-shirt and greedily exploring the warming up skin. His own fingers began to pull on Simon’s clothing, clearly demanding its prompt removal.

The older man smiled at that impatient act and obediently got rid of the top. The Austrian took this window of opportunity to unexpectedly push him backwards on the cold floor. Ghost cursed loudly at that unpleasant sensation but soon got distracted by the other soldier swiftly climbing onto his spread thighs and firmly pressing their growing erections together.

Feeling a little dizzy from the arousal, König stopped for a moment to fully take in that breathtaking sight of the love of his life looking at him with utter reverence, as if he was the only person in the wide world. Especially he enjoyed seeing how Simon’s usually tense muscles relaxed, meaning he gave up charge of this situation, allowing his husband to do whatever he pleased.

So he confidently rolled his hips, forcing out a delightful groan from the lieutenant, and earning himself a nearly painful grab of his muscular cheeks. Happy with the outcome, he did it again, to hear yet another, familiar sound of the Brit immensely enjoying himself.

And then did it so many more times Ghost began to writhe under the Austrian’s weight while swallowing deep moans of ecstasy, obviously overwhelmed by the heavenly sensation of his cock being rubbed inside his tight underwear. Himself, he was not anywhere near composed either, his throbbing penis begging…no…screaming for sweet relief.

-Come for me, please. -he whispered, his voice barely audible, although enough to be heard. A large hand grabbed the back of his head and forcibly pulled him down for a rather sloppy kiss whilst their hips sped up those pleasurable movements.

-Fuck, I love you. -Simon growled into his husband’s mouth as he began to come, and that was enough for König to cross the line. He was pretty sure anyone nearby heard the loud whine he involuntarily produced when the intense orgasm hit him violently hard. His shaking body collapsed onto the spending lieutenant as his own cock generously coated the strained pants in cum. -Love you so fucking much. -the Brit added once they’ve calmed down a little, his palm tenderly caressing the younger man’s trembling spine.

-I love you too. -the Austrian murmured, his entirety soaking in the affection of this loving embrace. But despite being on the verge of exhausted from all those heightened emotions, he was way too needy to end it right there. -Show me how much you love me. -he demanded, pushing himself up and looking deep into those darkened, starved eyes gazing at him like a predator would at its prey. -Show me. I need you to show me.

-Your wish is my command. -the older man smirked. He then swiftly flipped them around, pulled his pants down and said:

-Clean your mess.

König didn’t think he had even gotten this hard this fast. Uncomfortably propped on his elbow, he grabbed that sticky, softened penis and shamelessly licked the full length without breaking the intensifying eye contact he used to so religiously avoid. With satisfaction he watched that burning gaze soften and soon cloud with pleasure as his tongue danced on the salty tasting, sensitive flesh. It twirled on the quickly hardening tip and when the Austrian was about to slide that thick shaft into his warm throat, the Brit told him to stop.

-On all fours and wait. -he ordered, and König immediately followed. While he patiently waited, Ghost stood up and grabbed something from the drawer before continuing what they started.

Once the younger soldier’s disgustingly wet pants were gone, his cock began to twitch as Simon’s rough palms travelled through the naked skin, traced the tense back muscles, caressed the sturdy hips and kneaded the firm cheeks. The feeling of a big, heavy penis resting on his lower spine only added fuel to the raging desire.

But despite desperately wanting to, he didn’t beg for more, knowing that patience brings great rewards. And he was of course correct, because soon enough, covered in cold liquid hand slipped in between his thighs, spreading the lube on the muscular flesh for a very exciting reason.

-I still can’t believe you thought I might leave you for some random guy. How could I ever replace someone like you? You’re fucking perfect. -the Brit rambled, sliding his rock hard shaft between those slick thighs pressed tightly together for maximum pleasure.

-I’m sorry. -the Austrian whimpered when Ghost’s manhood grazed his own.

-No. I should be the one apologising. -Simon shook his head while slowly fucking those thick legs, driving his husband absolutely crazy. -I don’t show enough how much you mean to me. I’ll do better. I promise. -continued, his words clouding König’s hazy eyes with tears. How the fuck could he have any doubts about their relationship?! -I love you —, so much it fucking hurts. -concluded the lieutenant, slowly pressing one wet finger into his husband's exposed hole. This unexpected sensation combined with the emotional power of those heartbreaking words instantaneously brought the younger man to the edge. He dropped onto his elbows so he could cover his loudly moaning mouth whilst their needy cocks rubbed each-other, bringing them impossibly close to yet another orgasm.

Once the second finger joined to work him open, his mind stopped registering anything other than Ghost’s possessive touch and his low voice whispering sweet praises.

-I’m gonna fuck you now. -he said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the Austrian’s warm neck. König barely comprehended this important information when that fat, hard penis suddenly entered him all the way in, harshly pushing air out of his lungs. Not wasting any time, Simon started thrusting deep into the overstimulated soldier, his teeth scraping the clenched throat. It was too much for the kneeling man, who barely audibly informed:

-I…I can’t anymore…

-And I don’t care. You’re not coming unless I tell you to do so. -the Brit hummed into his husband's ear. -A punishment for being a brat earlier. -he added, and the Austrian could only sob quietly as his entire body demanded a prompt release. This situation was easily predictable, actually. He knew what happens when he acts up. He acted up anyway, thus now has to suffer the torture of having a euphoric orgasm inches away from his reach.

So close, yet so far away.

Fortunately, he was also able to tell when Ghost was at his limit. His grip would tighten to the point bruises were imminent, steady breathing would lose its rhythm, permission would be given.

-Come for me.

König immediately grabbed the neglected shaft that needed no more than a few strokes to reach the much desired release. His whole body contracted so hard, Simon cursed loudly in the background and thrust so hard, the younger soldier fully slid on the floor, crushed by the lieutenant's weight. But he didn’t even care, blinded by the intense orgasm he kept coming and coming whilst melting from the immense heat of their close embrace.

-It will always be only you. -the Brit murmured into his hair, and the Austrian knew he never has to worry again.

His heart was safe.

---

König didn’t think there was anything better than waking up in his husband’s arms after having a mind-blowing sex.

The definite reassurance of their relationship’s solidity only amplified this blissful feeling of being deeply adored and fiercely desired. With a bright smile on his face, the younger man happily wrapped himself tighter around the older soldier’s naked, slowly raising chest, and his heart nearly melted when the half-awake lieutenant reciprocated the gesture.

They stayed like that, in a tight, loving embrace for the rest of the lazy morning, until they absolutely had to return to their duties. Which also meant that the Austrian had to spend time alongside his troublesome “friend”.

It was not easy to be around Fabian, even though he wasn’t threatened by him, or anyone for that matter, anymore. Luckily, their work for the day required a significant amount of attention, thus all interactions focused solely on what’s necessary to complete their tasks.

Until lunch, that is, when his teammate firmly grabbed his arm and forcefully dragged him to the table where Ghost’s squad was seated. With his extroverted personality, he quickly merged into an ongoing conversation, and soon managed to change the subject to suit his needs.

-Soo…some of us had been thinking about going to Spain after this deployment ends. Would you be interested in joining, Simon? -he offered, smiling suggestively at the unbothered man.

-Can’t. Have plans already. -the lieutenant shook his head. -Where are we going again? -he then asked, turning towards the surprised Austrian.

-Montenegro. -König reminded, a bit confused by Ghost so casually bringing up their private life. It was very unusual.

-Yeah, going to Montenegro with my husband. -the Brit elaborated nonchalantly, making the new soldier nearly choke on his food.

-You…two…are married? -Fabian coughed up, completely shocked by this unexpected revelation. 

-Mhm. Three years now. -Simon nodded. -Three, right love?

-Yes, a little over three years. -the Austrian confirmed, absolutely fucking glad he had his mask to hide the victorious smile that appeared when he saw the terrified look in his “rival’s” eyes, who definitely must have remembered talking about hitting on Ghost to his husband. Faster than the speed of light he excused himself, and quickly left the dining hall, leaving everyone but two soldiers fairly perplexed.

And oh, when their mischievous gazes met, König’s whole body began to itch impatiently.

Jace couldn't sleep without his parabatai anymore.

It started the night after Alec got seriously injured during eradication of a shockingly large demonic nest that somehow managed to grow to this unbelievable size without anyone noticing. Near the end of the heated fight, a sharp claw pierced the archer's shoulder dangerously close to the heart, although not too deep. But witnessing it from an awkward angle while standing far away, Jace couldn't know it wasn't, in fact, a deadly wound. He felt the intense, mirrored by their bond pain, heard his best friend curse loudly as he slayed the beast, and simply assumed the worst. Raw fear flooded his already adrenaline-high body upon seeing the archer's hopeless attempt to stop the profound bleeding. Despite the pressure, blood kept pouring through his fingers all over the black leather jacket, and onto the concrete floor. They caught very panicked eye contact, and everything that followed became a blur, which faded only when Alec was safely sitting in the infirmary, having his injury properly taken care of.

Apparently, because Jace didn't remember clearly, all the way from the abandoned factory to the Institute, he refused to leave his parabatai's side, tightly held onto the healthy arm and threatened with violence everyone wanting to separate them, even the medic just trying to help.

Somehow, the damage being nicely patched up did not make the Shadowhunter feel any better. Many trusted people, including the victim himself, assured there was nothing to worry about, yet he wouldn't calm down, his heart raced impossibly fast, lungs refused to take in full breaths, foggy mind played the traumatic situation on repeat.

Alec almost died.

That dreadful thought followed him the whole day, preventing from focusing on anything other than the possibility of losing his precious parabatai. Would he even survive that? Their connection has been so strong since the moment they met, it sometimes felt like one's death could easily claim the other. The bond became so deep over years, the edges started to slowly blend as they grew closer. Too close, some might say, if they only dared to speak up, fearing enraging the unhinged warrior.

It wouldn't be a lie though, a few months ago their hearts began to beat a little faster whenever they stood next to each-other, skin burned after every single touch, precious runes ached uncomfortably when apart for a long time. Overwhelmed by strange sensations, a week before the archer’s accident, the two confused Shadowhunters finally sat down in private to have a chat, perhaps figure out what was happening to them, and that's when the line got crossed.

Love has been confessed.

Hearing Alec's voice break as he explained how he cannot hide those unbearable feelings anymore and apologising for having them in the first place, Jace’s heart shattered into pieces. The fact someone he shared a soul with was ashamed of falling in love made him nauseous.

After all, it was unavoidable.

Unable to listen to that horrible, extremely pointless rant, he grabbed the archer's face and kissed him until their lungs ran out of air. Then proceeded to convince his parabatai this is not a one-sided feeling. Which was harder than it should be. Alec couldn't comprehend being an object of Jace's adoration because apparently, he did not deserve to be loved. 

In reality, he deserved the world. And Jace was planning on giving him just that.

-You know I can feel you staring? -Alec groaned, cracking open his tired eyes to look at the barely visible intruder lurking in the dark.

They’ve been sleeping together every night since they confessed, however knowing he’s very clingy, the younger Shadowhunter decided to stay in his room to not unconsciously hurt his boyfriend further. It was a terrible idea. For some unknown reason, he was insanely concerned the love of his life could die in his sleep from that not life-threatening injury, which ultimately prevented him from being able to sleep.

-I’m sorry. I just…I had to check. -he admitted, nervously playing with the hem of his oversized hoodie.

-Jace… -the archer sighed heavily. -C’mere babe. -he ordered while pulling the blanket up in a welcoming manner. Hesitating only a little, although unable to refuse, Jace obediently climbed onto the bed and plastered himself to his best friend’s naked chest. His hand instinctively travelled to the wound, fingers gently slid through the bandage before travelling down towards the familiar rune and staying there, seeking comfort through direct touch while he tried to have some rest. -Your overthinking is making me nervous. -Alec added a few minutes later, unable to fall back asleep due to prominent anxiety resonating from their sacred connection. -What’s wrong sweetheart? -he hummed, gently brushing aside those golden strands covering the wide open, two-coloured eyes.

-...this shouldn’t have happened. -Jace whispered, pressing onto the raised scar as he began to trace the symbol in an attempt to calm himself down.

-I agree. I made a mistake. -the archer responded quietly, his heart breaking at the sensation of cold tears dropping onto his warm skin.

-I should’ve protected you.

-I’m my own responsibility.

-Bullshit! -Jace barked, furiously wiping his cheeks whilst his boyfriend tightened the hold around his tense shoulders. -We’re parabatai, we share the responsibility!

-You’re right. We are parabatai. So why on the angel can’t you feel through our bond that everything is alright? -Alec asked, irritation clear in his otherwise soft tone. -I’m alive, Jace. Stop worrying and go to sleep, I can tell you’re exhausted and so am I. -he added, pressing a delicate kiss to the younger man's head before going back to sleep. -I’ll still be here when you wake up. I promise.

Somewhat comforted by this assurance, Jace's brain finally went silent. In a matter of seconds he was gone, at last getting much needed rest, until someone walked in into the room at an unreasonably early hour and a loud, familiar voice sounded:

-Rise and shine, lovebirds! Ever heard of locking the door?

-Fuck off Iz. -Jace mumbled, absolutely refusing to wake up. He was way too comfortable in this tender, loving embrace to face the harsh reality of being awake.

-Good morning to you too, Jace. -Izzy grinned, carefully sitting down next to her brother. -Hey. How are you feeling? -she wondered, gently touching the bandaged shoulder.

-Sore. -Alec responded vaguely, a painful grimace appearing on his face as he pulled himself up revealed it might hurt more than he was willing to admit. Must have, actually. There was no way it didn’t.

-I bet. Having all that extra weight on you surely didn’t help. -his sister snorted, referring to the clingy Shadowhunter holding onto his boyfriend’s waist. -What about you, Jace? You lost your shit a little yesterday. -she observed, playfully ruffling the blond hair of the half-asleep man.

-Better. -he murmured while happily leaning into the hand fondly rubbing his spine.

-Wow, nice talking to you guys, great chat. -Isabelle rolled her eyes. Still, she was thrilled her favourite boys stopped being clueless idiots and finally got together. As they should've years ago. -I’m gonna keep an eye on the Institute today, so you two get some rest.

-Thanks Izzy. -the archer smiled, immensely grateful for having uninterrupted time to spend with his boyfriend and make sure he’s not going crazy from all that unreasonable guilt clearly eating him alive.

-No problem. -the Shadowhunter winked as she got up. -But don’t think you won’t owe me one!

Once Iz left, the couple didn't move for a good half an hour. In complete silence they enjoyed each-other’s presence, soaked into the idyllic softness of their peaceful bond. This was truly an otherworldly experience, loving and being loved by someone whose soul you could actually feel with your own. Like if you were wrapped in a thick, fluffy blanket on a freezing cold night.

-Jace, baby, as much as I love having you so close, I need you to take off that hoodie. -Alec requested, unable to stand the overwhelming warmth anymore. His boyfriend snorted loudly in response and slowly pulled himself up. 

-Feeling kinky today? -he teased as he got onto his knees to remove the problematic piece of clothing. -This time it could be your mom walking in here. -pointed out, but the archer didn’t seem to listen, his gaze focused on the muscular abdomen, fingers instinctively migrated towards their shared rune, began to trace the dark lines. Jace froze in place, leaned into the pleasant touch and whined loudly when suddenly, that large palm squeezed his covered penis, causing a strong jolt of arousal to go through his now fully awakened body.

-Sit on my thighs. -Alec ordered and the other Shadowhunter obediently complied, very happy this morning took such a turn. The archer swiftly pulled his parabatai’s sweatpants down, revealing the quickly growing erection. But instead of grabbing that needy penis and giving it some delightful strokes, he took out his own, equally aroused manhood, and said:

-Touch yourself, I'm going to watch.

And just like that, Jace’s heart started to beat like crazy, blood rushed to his cock, hardening it impossibly fast. Clouded with raw desire, he wrapped his fingers around the twitching dick and promptly began the show, pleasured himself while his boyfriend masturbated to the erotic view.

He's never done anything like that before. Sex was always simply fucking or being fucked. Not once the idea of jerking off in someone’s lap came through his mind.

What. A. Shame.

-Fuck, you’re so beautiful. -Alec hummed, looking at that adorably flushed face, those hazy eyes and involuntarily thrusting hips. He wanted to hear those bitten off moans oh, so bad, but since the room wasn’t currently soundproofed, they had to keep it reasonably quiet. Which wasn't easy considering how good this felt. Soon both began to feel orgasm approach, their movements frantic, bodies desperate for release, insanely hungry gazes locked right before the archer gave the last order:

-Make yourself come.

As instructed, the younger man sped up the strokes and soon came all over his chiselled abs while the other finished a moment later, pushed over the edge by that delicious, mind-blowing sight.

-Jace sweetheart, you okay? -asked the older Shadowhunter after he recovered, slightly concerned by his boyfriend’s spaced out expression.

-Yeah, I just…never been ordered around in bed before. -Jace whispered, still shaken up by what just happened.

-Shit. I’m so sorry if I crossed a line. -Alec cursed, realising he didn't ask for any consent. So far they've had sex only a few times, thus were yet to learn how to properly approach the intimacy part. -I got carried away.

-No! Don’t be sorry, that was fucking amazing! -the blonde eagerly shook his head. -I’m gonna need more of that in the future. -murmured, leaning down to steal a long, breathtaking kiss from his overjoyed man’s flushed face. -And here I thought I knew everything about you. -he grinned once they parted.

Knowing his parabatai had zero previous experience, it was fascinating to watch him discover what works for him best. So full of that overpowering joy, he let himself get dragged to the shower for a much-needed clean up and a spontaneous second round.

Unfortunately, from that point, the initial bliss of a brand-new relationship began to fade, and things started to change.

They’ve met Clary.

She was nice, full of Jace-like energy, and completely alone. Which made him relate to her so much. The two of them quickly became friends, and he felt somewhat obliged to help her find her mother. It felt like the right thing to do. At least he thought so, because Alec was openly against it. According to him, this was reckless, dangerous and should come to an immediate stop. This caused a rather nasty argument ending with the younger, pissed off Shadowhunter shedding angry tears until utterly exhausted he fell asleep in his boyfriend’s arms because, despite being on the opposite side, the archer was essentially the only person who could calm him down.

Upon learning why Jace was so adamant about helping Clary, Alec backed off, however the bitterness stayed, creating this uncomfortable tension between everyone in the team. Whenever asked about it by his parabatai, he insisted everything is fine. So irritated with that lack of clarity, the Shadowhunter decided to seek insight from someone who might have known the reason behind his best friend’s strange behaviour.

-Hey, Iz, do you know what’s been going on with Alec recently? He seems angry, but keeps saying it’s nothing. -Jace inquired as he entered the armoury where Izzy had been sharpening a sword.

-Are you stupid or something, Jace? -she responded, shooting him a rather disappointed look. -He’s obviously jealous.

-...of what? -the Shadowhunter frowned, honestly surprised by such a strange assumption.

-Thanks for answering my question. -Isabelle snorted, returning to the interrupted task. -Dunno, maybe that new, pretty girl you’ve been hanging out with all the time lately? -she suggested. -Is that fancy bond of yours actually working? How can you be so clueless?

Oh.

OH!

Him and Clary.

Yeah.

That made a lot of sense.

Whilst there was absolutely nothing between them but friendship, from the outside it surely could look like a closer relationship, based on the amount of time the two of them had been spending together, and them being very comfortable around each-other. Nevertheless, Jace was absolutely not interested in anyone who wasn’t his current boyfriend. Alec was the love of his life, no one else existed.

Suspecting the archer might need to be told this directly, he immediately went to look for his parabatai to at last resolve their newfound issue. The older Shadowhunter was, as expected, in the training room, throwing punches into a bag like every single time something was troubling him. The furious look in his eyes only confirmed the suspicions.

-Babe, are you jealous of Clary? -Jace asked blatantly, aware that being straightforward with his best friend always brought best results.

-N-no?! -Alec exclaimed, trying to look shocked, although the prompt appearance of a blush on his cheeks instantly gave the truth away. What the Shadowhunter decided to ignore. He didn't care that Alec was jealous, he just wanted him to feel comfortable communicating such feelings instead of bottling them up.

-Okay. -the blonde nodded understandingly before adding:

-You know I love you, right?

Hearing that, the archer’s nervous expression brightened up.

-Yeah, I know. -he smiled, in such an adorable, loving way, it made Jace’s heart flutter.

-Good. Keep that in mind, alright?

-I will. -Alec agreed. -Jace, wait. -he then sighed when his parabatai turned around to leave. -I was jealous. I’m sorry.

-Don’t apologise. -the blonde shook his head as he started to walk towards the older man. -It’s actually pretty hot to think you love me so much, you cannot stand seeing me being a little too friendly with other people.

-I just got you. The idea of losing you is driving me crazy. -the archer revealed, angry tears clouding his sight. It was painful to watch the person he loved be so insecure about their relationship that was supposedly rock solid.

-Don’t worry babe, I’m all yours. -Jace assured, firmly squeezing the sweaty palm. -Soul and body. -he added, suggestively pressing his boyfriend’s hand to his already growing erection. The Shadowhunter’s glossy eyes instantly darkened upon feeling the sizable bulge form under his light touch.

-Someone could seriously walk in on us. -he pointed out, however didn't let go, rather put more pressure on the covered penis, causing the younger man to moan quietly.

-Not if we lock the door. -the blonde grinned, and Alec seemed to like this simple solution. He joined their lips in a heated kiss and quickly walked them backwards, towards the entrance he locked when Jace’s back hit the door.

Their starved lips didn’t part for a while, hands greedily explored the skin while hips rubbed their hard dicks together. They haven’t had sex for a while, not solely due to their issues, the mission turned out to be more physically demanding than anyone imagined. So most nights the two of them would pass out in a loose embrace, too tired for anything intimate.

-Get on your knees, now. -Alec ordered as he abruptly pulled away, and oh, Jace did not hesitate for a second. He dropped onto the floor, although despite itching all over, refrained from doing anything else until explicitly told so. The archer seemed to like that obedient behaviour. His palm promptly disappeared inside the sweatpants, began to stroke the hard cock while slowly taking it out.

-Open up. -he demanded, free hand firmly grabbing the younger man’s chin and tilting it up before sliding his penis deep inside his boyfriend’s throat. The blonde instantly swallowed, causing his parabatai to groan a little too loudly. Clearly satisfied with that unexpected occurrence, Alec immediately entangled his long fingers into those soft, golden strands and began to fuck into Jace’s flushed face like if he was a sex toy, not a person who needs to breathe.

Nevertheless, the kneeling Shadowhunter did not mind at all. Being treated as a tool serving a sole purpose of delivering pleasure to someone he loved was actually really fucking hot. The fact the archer looked like a fucking snack only added to the erotic experience. His head was tilted backwards, dark, glossy eyes half-open, sweaty muscles covered in runes flexed as he thrust. That view itself could make Jace come if he only dared to reach inside his own pants. He knew too well if he behaves, his parabatai will reward him in the most divine way.

-Fuck! -Alec cursed when the younger man’s throat contracted on his tip particularly tight. -Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. -he growled, his movements speeding up, choking the kneeling Shadowhunter with their roughness. Soon enough, those hips pushed far forward, pressing deep inside as the intense release came. -Your turn. -the satisfied archer smirked upon withdrawing. He then dropped to the ground, pushed his heavily breathing boyfriend to the door and kissed him while his hands quickly worked the strained zipper open.

Jace’s mind nearly blanked at the euphoric sensation of those long, slim fingers touching his throbbing erection, failed, however, to stop a particularly loud whine when they began to gently spread pre-cum on the sensitive tip. With a grin on his flushed face, Alec parted their lips and backed away to get better access to the rock hard cock he leaned towards and swallowed whole without any warning, forcing his parabatai to spill a sea of curses whilst his hands entangled in those sweaty, dark strands. He kept pulling them as his penis slid on the warm, wet tongue into the contracting throat. It felt so good there was no way he was lasting long. Within seconds the orgasm started building, and shortly after went through his body like an electric shock, blinding his eyes and blocking lungs the entire time he spilled in his boyfriend’s mouth.

-Damn, babe, you’re going to kill me one day. -Jace laughed, trying to catch a breath as his boyfriend shifted to sit beside him.

-Says who? -the archer smiled, resting his head on the shorter Shadowhunter’s shoulder. -Thank you for being so patient with me. -he whispered, grabbing his parabatai’s hand and giving it a squeeze. 

-You’re my world, Alec. I’ll never give up on you. -the younger man assured, pressing a fond kiss to his best friend’s head. He loved him way too much to let some minor obstacles break them apart.

Way. Too. Much.

And as it turned out, having regular sex, no matter how quick and messy, was essential to keeping their relationship drama-free. Since the hardship passed, with every single day their feelings resumed growth, bond began to strengthen further. They shortly started to discover changes in shared abilities, like suddenly being able to activate each-other runes. Being unable to seek any information on the subject, all the couple could do was to explore those skills and hope nothing bad happens. But as it might’ve been expected, soon enough they ran out of luck.

It started with the crew getting ready to head out to scout a suspected demon nest. Alec and Jace like usual were drawing their runes in seclusion when the door flew wide open, revealing a very not amused Maryse Lightwood.

-I need to see you both in my office. Immediately. -she informed coldly before promptly disappearing from sight, leaving the two half-naked Shadowhunters absolutely horrified.

They had no idea what to expect. It could be anything from a simple warning to getting forcefully separated or even executed. Nevertheless, the pair got dressed, shared their possibly last kiss and promptly went to face the unknown.

-Sit and listen. -Maryse ordered, and the duo obediently complied. -It's my understanding that the two of you have developed romantic feelings for each-other and refuse to ignore them. -she observed, briefly stopping the Shadowhunters’ nervously beating hearts. -I won’t oppose something you have no control over, but I need you to keep it a secret. You know the rules and dire consequences of breaking them. Maybe we do not have the best relationship these days, but you’re my children, and I cannot imagine losing either of you. So please, low profile, don’t make anyone question the closeness of your relation. You’re parabatai, you’re family, you’re certainly not a couple. Is that clear?

The boys only nodded in response, slightly shocked with what their mother just said. They expected the worst case scenario, certainly not an…approval?

-I’m sorry it has to be this way. -Maryse whispered, resignation clear in her eyes. There was nothing she could’ve done but make sure their forbidden relationship stays hidden in order to keep them safe.

-Yeah, we're sorry too. -Alec agreed as they began to get up. -Thanks mom, for you know…not freaking out. -he added, making her smile.

-Go before I change my mind.

Incredibly confused by this non-hostile conversation, although pleased with the outcome, the two Shadowhunters left the office and happily returned to their interrupted mission preparations.

-I still can’t believe Maryse was so chill about finding out. -Jace shook his head, struggling to grasp the concept of them not getting instantly murdered or at least disowned.

-She probably knew longer than we have. -the archer pointed out. -But can we like also not talk about my mother while I’m balls-deep in your cute ass? -he sighed, nudging the side of his parabatai’s neck while his hips pressed forward, making them both moan from the immense pleasure this movement caused.

-Sorry, I’m just still in shock. -the blonde chuckled, melting under the gentle kisses being peppered along his upper spine.

-Mhm, let me distract you then. -Alec suggested, and without any warning, bit hard into his boyfriend’s shoulder, breaking the skin and forcing out a delightful whine.

Jace’s mind quickly began to get fuzzy, limbs went numb. All he could feel was the comforting weight of the archer’s muscular body as he penetrated him impossibly deep, his movements painfully slow and extremely precise, mercilessly hitting those sweet spots that made the younger Shadowhunter whimper in ecstasy.

-Alec…faster…please. -he muttered into the pillow, too horny for them taking their sweet time. The fact they didn’t die today pumped him up full of sexual energy he needed to get rid of ASAP.

-Nope. -Alec disagreed. -We’re gonna take it veeeeery slowly. -he whispered into his parabatai’s ear while demonstrating the new, infuriating pace.

Nevertheless, it felt so fucking good, Jace didn't express any disapproval, willingly allowed his partner to overstimulate him with unrushed tenderness so contradictory to their preferred hasty roughness. Every single thrust deep into his tight insides made his leaking, trapped between his stomach and the mattress cock slide through the silky sheets, an utmost euphoric sensation that quickly brought him to the edge.

-Babe! -he whimpered through the tears of frustrations clouding his eyes. He was unbelievably close, yet not exactly there, in dire need of just a little more stimuli to cross the line and fall right into orgasm’s blissful embrace.

Luckily, the archer understood the assignment perfectly, without changing positions began to fuck his boyfriend so hard and deep he nearly choked when the release hit him unexpectedly and with such force he would’ve screamed in pleasure if his poor throat didn’t close shut. Truly, a mind-fucking-blowing experience.

-Oh man, I think I’m in love with you. -the blonde exhaled heavily after rolling onto his back, his limbs tingling from the prolonged lack of movement.

-Think? You so are. -Alec chuckled, plastering himself to his lover’s sweaty chest, happily leaning into the warm hand fondly rubbing his spine. It was very healing, just them two sharing a silent moment following an earth-shattering sex. At those rare times nothing existed but their forbidden love they could never take outside a closed room.

-I want us to redo our runes. -Jace informed out of nowhere, surprising them both with this proposition.

He actually thought about this before, deepening their already strong bond by carving it into each-other's bodies with blades. This wasn't by any means a recognized technique, rarely even mentioned in old scrolls, but there was no harm, other than physical, in trying. They've already broken all the rules, might as well do something utterly outrageous for the sake of their happiness.

-What? -the archer frowned, glancing up at the younger man in slight confusion. -You mean…the parabatai runes?

-Yup. -the blonde confirmed confidently. -I wanna do it properly, old school blood exchange. 

-Okay. Let’s do it. -the older Shadowhunter’s face instantly brightened up as he was clearly overjoyed with this unconventional, but utterly romantic idea. He then swiftly pulled himself up and joined their lips in a tender, affectionate kiss before adding:

-Let’s renew our vows.

That didn't happen right away of course. Helping Clary find her mother turned out to be more complicated and demanding than any of them anticipated. Weeks went by before the couple managed to get some free, alone time to proceed with this symbolic ceremony.

-I can't believe we're doing this. -Alec shook his head as they kneeled down in front of each-other in some long forgotten basement room, away from interruptions and unwanted witnesses. -In a good way. -he clarified, seeing a flash of uncertainty in his best friend’s eyes.

-Me too. -Jace whispered, his heart overflowing with warm emotions. He was so happy this was finally happening, them becoming even more than they already were. -I love you, Alexander Gideon Lightwood. -he smiled, his eyes tearing up already.

-I love you too, Jonathan Christopher Lightwood. -the archer grinned, gently wiping away a single tear flowing down his life-partner’s face. 

-I don't recall us getting married. -the blonde frowned playfully, his cheeks instantly turning bright red. The sole thought of them becoming husbands was too much for him. But if they only could, he would’ve married him in a heartbeat. No doubts, no hesitations. They were destined to be together, marriage at this point would be a pure formality.

-What do you think this is then? -Alec chuckled, gently poking his boyfriend’s parabatai rune with the tip of the knife. -I can’t wait for our connection to get even stronger. -he whispered, slowly pressing the sharp blade harder, puncturing the thick skin on top of the dark scarring, making the younger man gasp at the painful, but certainly pleasant sensation.

In amazement, he watched the archer skillfully carve the familiar shape onto the existing pattern, line by line bringing them closer. Jace could sense their connection deepen with every drop of blood shed. His whole body was burning, spirit vibrating, brain crashing from this overpowering, intoxicating feeling. It was impossible to describe the emotions going through him at that moment. Truly, a heavenly experience.

He was so overwhelmed by it, he didn't even notice when Alec finished carving the rune, completed the first half of their sacred ritual.

-You okay my love? -the archer asked quietly, gently pulling the trembling, sobbing Shadowhunter into an affectionate hug in an attempt to calm him down before they proceed any further.

-Better than ever. -the blonde murmured, resting his pounding head on the archer's shoulder. For some reason, he couldn’t stop crying, the amount of love pouring into his chest was messing him up in the best way possible. -I don't wanna wait. -he whispered shortly after, firmly pushing himself away and confidently grabbing the bloody knife. -Your turn.

The second he pressed the blade to that chiselled abdomen, his wide open soul began to merge with the one of his beloved parabatai, instantly hazing his sight and numbing his nerves. By sole muscle memory he traced the rune, wrapping them in blissful warmth and divine ecstasy the closer he was to its end. And when he finally got there, an explosion occurred in their racing hearts. They blindly dropped into each-other's arms, holding on for dear lives whilst the euphoric wave flooded their spinning minds and shaking bodies.

It wasn’t anything like their official ceremony. The strength of those confessed emotions raised the intensity through the roof, shattering their world and building it anew. Everything they felt didn’t belong only to them anymore, as if the bond evolved, melting two separate spirits into one. It made both no sense and perfect sense.

-We share a soul, there is nothing that can separate us. -Alec murmured, withdrawing from the hug to pull his partner into his arms. -Not even death. -he added, pressing a featherlight kiss to those bright strands.

Jace didn’t say a word. There was no need to. He melted into the touch, silently enjoyed the soft affection resonating through his boyfriend’s skin and allowed himself to forget, just for a moment, that their beautiful feelings are a sin, one they will eventually have to pay for.

But not today.

And when that time comes, there will be no regrets.

Ghost wasn't one to celebrate any holidays or special occasions.

But König was.

And since they were dating, he had to adapt in order to keep his partner happy. Because, obviously, he had gotten too emotionally involved and would hate to ruin their stable, somewhat healthy relationship. So they compromised, celebrated everything the Austrian wanted except the lieutenant's birthday. It was the only thing he could not stand, by any means. Painful days full of bad memories should not be acknowledged. Ever. The younger man luckily respected that.

The most important event to recognize was surely their anniversary. They’ve been together for nearly two years now, and the first milestone unfortunately happened to occur while both were on separate missions in two different parts of the world with no way to at least contact each-other.

For Ghost, this wasn’t a big problem, didn’t even think about it too much, too busy trying not to die. König, on the other hand, was utterly heartbroken. Upon them reuniting, he cried, a lot, then informed that missing the first anniversary was a bad sign, and they will surely break up soon because they are doomed. Which was a really stupid, baseless assumption. Nevertheless, the lieutenant ensured next year the date is in the middle of their off-duty period. Just in case. Which involved promising he will do some stuff he didn’t necessarily want to do. Like helping train new recruits or taking over half of Price’s paperwork.

The things people do for love!

Right, love. The emotionless soldier never thought he would use such a term in reference to his own, barely existing feelings. Until the weirdly tall, socially awkward, all soft and mushy Austrian showed up and effortlessly turned his dark, freezing cold world upside down. Proved that loving someone did not make one seem any less scary or vulnerable. Ghost actually appeared to be even more dangerous, now he had something dear to protect.

Which also meant he needed to go that extra mile to make his partner happy enough to not leave him, because if he did, he would have to kill him. And losing König would kill him in return. That’s why he had to agree to participate in the younger man’s undisclosed fantasy for their upcoming anniversary. So they both can stay alive.

The crucial for the success of their relationship day had started with them waking up unreasonably early in the Austrian’s apartment in Graz. Neither was ready to leave the bed just yet, therefore they stayed, embracing each-other’s naked bodies under the cosy blanket. Ghost absolutely fucking adored those rare moments when König rested safely between his protective arms whilst there was nothing to worry about since they weren’t in a war zone but in a normal place, in a regular house, in a comfortable bed big enough to fit both of them.

Sometimes he wondered if this precious time turned into reality, would they still be happy? Probably not. It is truly nice, being in this secure, warm bubble, although it cannot be accurately compared to that intoxicating sensation of being in the field, desperately fighting for survival, and killing your bloodthirsty enemies. Nothing feels as good. Not even sex.

-I need you to let go, love. -the lieutenant whispered softly, loosening the hold around the taller man, who didn’t move an inch, his cheek plastered to the muscular chest.

-Why?! -he whined, making his boyfriend smile. Such a big baby.

-Coffee. -Ghost responded vaguely. -You know I quickly get cranky without my morning coffee.

-I know. -König huffed in annoyance, eventually rolling on the other side of the bed, nearly fully covering himself with the claimed blanket to retain pleasant heat. The Brit got up, and instantly regretted his decision to leave the nice warmth. He swiftly put on some clothes randomly found on the floor and fondly glanced at the steaming burrito as he stretched the stiffened limbs.

-Happy anniversary, my pretty beast. -he hummed once ready to roll, pressing a tender kiss to those ruffled hair before leaving the bedroom. And maybe he didn't see the Austrian's definitely smiling face, but could tell it was blushing furiously. König was naturally terrible at hiding his feelings, which was the sole reason for him wearing the spooky mask on a daily basis. Before knowing better, Ghost thought maybe he was horribly disfigured due to some accident, however as it turned out, he was just readable like an open book, and simply hated that.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before the unmasked soldier showed up in the kitchen, not a single piece of clothing his. Shameful thief. The lieutenant was half-sat on the wide windowsill, nearly empty cup in hand, watching the city slowly start another busy day.

-Took you long enough. -he pointed out, shifting slightly so the other man could fit between his welcoming arms. It was a habit for them at this point, cuddling in the morning anytime they were together to absorb this much-needed affection.

-I'm worth waiting for. -the Austrian murmured, pressing his nose into the Brit's neck. -Thank you for sorting out this time off. It means a lot. -added, softly kissing the muscular shoulder.

-All the best for my precious baby. -Ghost responded, his chilly hands sneaking under the thick hoodie as the cheek rested on his boyfriend’s head. -I love you, —. A lot.

König smiled widely hearing the heart-warming confession followed by his name he used to deeply hate, and recently began to enjoy once again.

-I love you too, Simon.

---

In the early afternoon, they went to get something to eat, knowing well-enough planned for later activities will drain all their energy. There was this small Croatian restaurant in a narrow alley the two of them discovered a few months back while on a walk, and wanted to give it a try since then, but never got about actually doing it. Until now.

Wasn't a disappointment, no fireworks either. Simply delicious food in a great company. Which was completely enough. On a daily basis their lives were filled with constant danger and unhealthy excitement, therefore they immensely enjoyed those slow, peaceful moments when it was only the two of them and no war.

Despite having plans, there was no rush to return home, so they took a longer route, basked in the sun while holding hands. And perhaps some people kept looking at them funny, however neither cared. Today was all about love, and if someone dared to ruin that, they would surely end up dead.

-Where should we celebrate next year? -König asked out of nowhere, fairly surprising his partner with that question.

Next year?

Next year, they will be together for three years.

He didn’t expect them to go past three months.

-Wherever you want, sweetheart. -Ghost answered eventually, not having anywhere concrete in mind. Constant work-related travelling was enough, there was no desire in him to do it casually in his scarce free time.

-Hmm…Finland maybe? -the Austrian suggested after taking a moment to think it through.

-Finland? -Simon frowned, unsure where that idea came from. His boyfriend always run a little cold, thus usually preferred hanging around warm places.

-What?! -the younger man chuckled, seeing the lieutenant's confused expression. -We're always getting shipped to those hot climate countries, a change of scenery would be nice!

The Brit smiled, playfully ruffled those soft, messy hair. 

-As I said, wherever you want. I’ll follow.

---

Once back home, they shortly found themselves in the bedroom, both starting to feel that anxious tingle of excitement from knowing what’s about to happen. The unique gift exchange.

-That’s your outfit for today. -König informed, handing his boyfriend a large, heavy cardboard box he had stored under the bed. -Can't wait to see you in it. -winked before recovering another package, presumably containing his costume.

Ghost quickly removed the loose lid and couldn’t believe this was the mysterious fantasy his partner didn't want to reveal. Inside, there was a brown hat, a pair of light blue jeans, real life fucking cowboy shoes, a thick belt with a big buckle and some black leather straps serving an unknown purpose.

But clearly, some kinky shit.

-Just to clarify…you want me to wear…this? -he asked, pulling out this strange, complicated looking accessory. -What the fuck is even that thing?

-It’s a harness, and yes, I want you to wear that thing. -the Austrian sighed once he got up from the floor. His partner had a rather unhealthy tendency to have a negative attitude towards trying new things. He was surely working on it, however still struggled to show enthusiasm at times.

-How am I supposed to put it on? -Simon frowned, closely examining the confusing object. 

-You’ll figure it out babe. It’s actually pretty straightforward. -the younger soldier smiled, reassuringly patting the lieutenant’s shoulder as he passed by towards the exit, heading to the bathroom to change. 

-I doubt. -the Brit muttered under his breath.

-Just give it a try. -König rolled those pretty, slightly annoyed eyes, and promptly left the room, leaving Ghost alone with this strange contraption.

Somehow he managed to put it on, mostly because it was “actually pretty straightforward”. He felt a little stupid wearing such a ridiculous costume, although damn, it truly looked good on him. Every single piece fit his muscular body perfectly, creating a really fucking weird image of a BDSM loving queer cowboy. But yeah, hats off to that sneaky Austrian for secretly getting correct measurements.

As instructed, once ready, Simon sat down on the bed, awaiting his boyfriend’s arrival. The excitement was prominent at this point, flowing through his veins and making that fat dick of his slowly harden. With every passing minute he grew more and more impatient to see what the other man chose for himself.

And oh, when those doors finally opened, his jaw dropped all the way to the ground, overstimulated brain immediately crashed.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

There was a skirt. A very fucking short skirt. Black skirt, white shirt. Tight shirt, shiny logo, babygirl. Stockings, see-through, high leather platforms. Very high. So tall. Skirt so short.

Leather collar.

-Speechless much? -König grinned, more than proud of himself for breaking his lover’s mind, and fucking delighted Simon obediently put on this ravishing outfit that made his own penis twitch.

-Babygirl… -Ghost swallowed heavily, his throat suddenly dry, brain barely operating, cock wildly hard. -How…how did I deserve this… -he blurted, struggling to comprehend the unbelievable sight. This was beyond sexy. All his instincts screamed to get up right fucking now, press that indecent man to the nearby wall, pull his slutty skirt up and fuck deep into that juicy ass.

-You’ve been treating me very well lately, daddy. -the Austrian fucking purred, slowly approaching the other soldier, short skirt shamelessly swinging in tandem with those narrow hips. -Is it okay if I repay your kindness? -asked as he heavily dropped to his knees, right in between the lieutenant’s spread legs, greedy hands already sliding through the thick thighs towards this visibly strained zipper.

-Please do. -the Brit whispered, further shocked by a sparkly headband entangled in the younger man’s strands, surely preventing them from soon falling into his eyes when he finally leans down to suck that needy dick he’s been trying to free for a painfully long time. Clearly on purpose. -You’re pushing your luck, princess. -Ghost growled as he firmly grabbed his partner's chin and pulled his confused face up. -You're so fucking pretty sweetheart, but for fucks sake, suck my dick already. -he ordered. The response was immediate, König released the prominent erection from its confinement, squeezed the wide base between his fingers and teasingly licked a long stripe before swallowing the hard shaft. Fuck.

The sound that escaped Simon’s throat was way too loud, accurately described the utter pleasure resonating through his body. His head instantly flew back, one hand instinctively held the sliding hat while the other cupped the back of the younger soldier’s moving neck.

-Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good at it. -he groaned, letting himself melt into the blissful act. That was his favourite part of sex, having that sleek tongue explore his length, silky throat contract on his swollen tip, hot breath dance on the sensitive flesh. Blowjobs were the best, and ones given by his partner?

Fucking divine.

Didn’t take long for him to feel the orgasm build. There was also no reason to hold back. After all, neither liked a long game, quick and dirty was their forte. That’s why not hesitating a bit, when he was at the edge, he pressed his lover’s head down and with a loud moan spilled inside, in a much more powerful manner than usual, causing the other soldier to start choking. Getting further aroused by the visibly struggling, squirming man, he didn’t let go until his leg got patted three times, a sign whatever is happening needs to stop immediately.

-Daddy! -the Austrian whined after coughing his lungs out and finally catching breath, his eyes beautifully watery, palm slowly travelling to his pulsating manhood, giving it a suggestive squeeze. -Help me.

And just like that, Ghost’s sanity nearly offed itself, held together solely by desperate need to violate this disgustingly erotic individual driving him mad.

-Get up sweetheart. -he instructed, and König obediently rose to tower over the older man. He was already really fucking tall, but damn, in those platform shoes his painfully erect penis was in the straight line of sight. -Good girl. -Simon praised his boyfriend as his finger slid through the sleek stocking and curiously pulled up the short skirt, revealing a sizable bulge tightly hugged by a black leather thong. With satisfaction he licked his lips before, without a warning, sucking onto that covered flesh, nearly making his lover drop back on the floor when his knees gave up momentarily.

He could feel those large hands desperately grab his hair and clench them tightly, a subconscious reaction to being overwhelmed with pleasure. The quiet, frequent noises the soldier started producing were going straight to Ghost’s dick, causing him to want more. So he reached towards the back, between the muscular cheeks, and nearly fucking lost it.

There was something there. 

A plug.

-Enough. -Ghost barked as he abruptly pulled away, fully ready to go again. -I’m gonna lose my shit if I don’t fuck you right fucking now. -informed while swiftly getting up and joining their lips in a heated kiss. His arms wrapped around the waist, sneaked under the cropped shirt, thigh forced itself between those long legs. Their clashed hips quickly began to rub each-other, greedily chasing that insanely pleasurable friction. -You may wanna remind yourself that safeword of yours, babygirl. -the lieutenant whispered into his partner’s steamy mouth when he broke the kiss as his fingers returned to that interesting toy, started to slowly take it out. The Austrian whined so prettily in response, Simon couldn’t stand not being in him anymore. He removed the obstructing plug in one smooth move, roughly turned König around and violently pushed him towards the wall. -And if you can’t talk, you clearly know what to do. -he grinned once close enough to speak into the younger man’s ear. And then, without further ado, lined himself up and buried deep inside his shocked boyfriend's ass.

Who surely had an idea of how lucky he was that his hole was somewhat pre-lubed, otherwise the Brit would be mercilessly pounding him raw.

-Daddy, please, it hurts! -he cried out, his legs shaking so bad, the lieutenant struggled to hold him up as his fat cock penetrated the tight hole. Ghost didn’t say anything, only slid his hand from the waist to that rock hard bulge, began to squeeze it through the leather, providing his lover both pain and pleasure. An intense mixture that clouded his barely coherent mind, overpowered all his overstimulated senses and eventually, made him come into his underwear.

The power of König’s orgasm nearly forced Simon’s when the contracting insides crushed his penis, but knowing it would take long to recover after two closely spaced releases, he managed to withstand the ecstatic wave without finishing. And it wasn’t easy with those euphoric whines echoing in his spinning head.

-Babygirl. -the older man hummed softly, seeing tears roll down his boyfriend's flushed cheek. -You okay sweetheart? -asked while gently pulling out of the crying soldier. The quiet "yes" assured this is simply a reaction to being emotionally overwhelmed, and he, in fact, did not seriously hurt the person he loved. So they could happily continue, which was great, because he had a fun idea. He took off his stupid hat and put it on the surprised Austrian's head.

-You’re the cowboy now, princess. -the lieutenant informed as he walked back to the bed he lied himself on, his half-erect cock on full display, one hand slowly masturbating it while the other grabbed a bottle of lube and threw it onto the mattress. -Ride me.

König's glossy eyes instantly went wide open. He quickly removed the dripping with cum thong and eagerly climbed over his groaning partner.

-Stop touching yourself, I want to. -pouted, making Ghost laugh at that comically offended expression.

-All yours, baby. -he winked, letting go of the hardened shaft, his fingers promptly replaced with heavily lubricated ones. The cold liquid spreading through the sensitive flesh felt heavenly, caused him to forget shame, and neighbours, exist. Moans filled the room, soon joined by the Austrian's whimpers as he impaled his wet hole onto that fat penis. Looking at his tall, muscular man's back arch in pleasure while he fucked himself on his dick, Ghost once again approached the edge, began to lose his balance. And when that slutty skirt started to rise, pulled up by the rapidly growing erection, he had to fight very, very hard to last a little longer.

-Daddy, touch me! -König whimpered, his movements so erratic, he had to be close too. Not wasting any time, Simon reached under the skirt, closed his palm around the sticky shaft and began to jerk it violently, hoping for them to finish together.

Soon, his wish got granted. The Austrian bottomed down, overstimulating the Brit's cock, making his hand clench on the penis it held. The two soldiers came nearly simultaneously, their bodies trembled at the euphoric sensation, lips blindly joined in a desperate, messy kiss while they spilled inside and out.

Once this blissful feeling of release passed, the energy seemed to have left alongside. König barely managed to lift himself up before dropping onto the pleasantly cold pillow.

-My ass hurts. -he complained, trying to send Simon a nasty look, but was too content to be mad. The sex was rough and painful however he hated it any other way. Consequences sucked though.

-I’m not sorry. -Ghost snorted, taking the hat off his partner’s sweaty head. -Why do I feel like you put me in this idiotic costume just to have a laugh? -he then asked, examining the accessory closer. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a cheap toy, the quality was excellent.

-Because I absolutely did! -the Austrian grinned, so very proud of himself for successfully pulling that out. -I wanted to see you as a cowboy, and I knew you wouldn't say no for our anniversary. You did look hot tho!

-You cheeky bastard! -the older soldier laughed as he pressed that hat back onto his laughing boyfriend's head. -Actually, speaking of the anniversary, I have an additional gift for you. -he informed, reaching for something he hid earlier in the night stand drawer and placing it in his partner’s hand. -There you go.

-...what…Simon? -König gasped, in shock gazing at a small, elegant black box he slowly opened. Inside, there was a silver ring composed of several connected skulls, which looked oddly familiar. Upon closer observation, he quickly recognized these as exact replicas of Ghost’s mask. It was so fucking adorable, his poor heart nearly exploded.

-Don’t get any stupid ideas. -the lieutenant huffed, suddenly realising this looks a lot like a proposal. -It’s just so you don’t feel insecure about our relationship every time we’re apart. -he clarified, feeling himself blush involuntarily regardless. They never spoke about ever getting married, although considering how strong their connection was, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to open the subject sometime soon.

-I…thank you. -the younger man smiled softly, unable to stop staring at this amazing gift he truly didn’t expect. -That’s so thoughtful. -whispered, barely holding back happy tears. He couldn’t believe his terrifying, merciless, emotionally distant lover cared for him this much. Didn’t feel real. -C-can you put it on for me?

-Of course. -Ghost agreed, gently grabbing the Austrian’s left palm to put the ring there. -We’re solid now, yeah? -he confirmed once done, with satisfaction looking at the perfectly fitting, clearly visible sign of belonging decorating his boyfriend’s finger. König was full-on sobbing at that point, overwhelmed by pure joy to the point he barely managed to respond:

Since my little 9-1-1 x SWAT crossover is now finished, I'd like to let you know what you can expect from me in the future! Not in this order lol

Ghost and König are to make a reappearance after a long break (done it first, but still, not in this order lol)

Anime y'all! Death the Kid x OMC in stage of deep consideration

I think Alec x Jace are next, either sweet & fluffy (done!) or dark & naughty, most likely both versions, he he

Grimm is absolutely happening, Nick and Sean are my babies after all

Maybe!!! Dr. Spencer Reid x OMC, I created an amazing partner for Spence and hopefully you'll get to meet him too

-That's why police officers and firefighters should stay away from each-other! For the sake of their sanity! -Street shouted, furiously searching for something in the living room, while Buck stood in the doorway, curiously observing his irritated partner from a safe distance. After knowing him an awfully long time, he knew well-enough this was just venting, not actually a beginning of some nasty argument, and it was better to watch, minimise any interaction.

-You are sixteen years too late for such realisation, babe. -he pointed out calmly, not sure what was happening, not even what Jim was looking for. Possibly something job-related since he was starting his shift soon. -Can I help you somehow? -suggested, and perhaps should’ve stayed quiet because the cold glance he got could surely freeze Hell.

-Actually, yes! You can help by not throwing your shit into my drawers! -the Omega barked while going through some papers.

-What's dad's problem? -wondered a quiet, curious voice of their twelve-year-old daughter, whose arrival Buck failed to notice, despite actually waiting for her all this time so he can drop her off at school on his way to work.

-Wish I knew, kiddo. -the firefighter sighed, glancing down at their unamused child, who was by now definitely used to Jim’s random outbursts. -Ready? -he asked.

-Is anyone ever ready to go to school? -Danielle frowned, making her father laugh. She didn’t look a bit like Street, but damn, her attitude was identical.

-Fair point. -the Alpha agreed. He wasn’t a fan of school at her age either. -Are you prepared tho?

-Yes, let’s go. -she nodded before looking at her phone and saying: 

-Ruby is already waiting.

-Jim, we're leaving. -Buck informed, spinning the car keys on his finger. He really wished that they had time to talk the odd situation through, however they were both just too damn busy. 

-Oh...um...okay! -the cop mumbled, not stopping the search even for a moment. -Stay safe. Both of you. -he added rather absently. -I'll see you later.

-Jim. -the firefighter sternly demanded attention, causing the older man to instantly look at him in both annoyance and confusion. -Love you. -he said, his voice soft, and affectionate. There was no way there were parting ways like that, in some weird hostility. They did once, then Jim nearly died at work. He got shot with an armour piercing round, had to undergo several surgeries and based on how bad his condition was, everyone thought he’s not gonna make it. Luckily he did, and never again they made the same mistake. No matter how mad they were at each-other, “I love you” had to be said because it might’ve been their last goodbye. So hearing those words, Street’s murderous gaze softened immediately, a warm smile appeared on his tired, gently wrinkled face as he stared at his husband in the same manner he looked at him when they just started dating, with fondness and reverence.

-I love you too. -he responded, making Buck very happy and fully ready to leave for the day.

---

-Who’s picking me up today? -Danielle wondered when they hit the road.

-Uncle Luca, I believe. -the Alpha hummed. He never thought about that before they had a baby, but having such a big “family” was truly a blessing when it came to taking care of a kid while working in a demanding, busy field. Especially Luca, who was truly a gift that kept giving. Not being interested in starting a family, but absolutely loving children, he eagerly took over quite a few of their responsibilities after switching from active duty to training.

-Finally. -the girl huffed. She has not seen her favourite person in over a week, and it started inflaming her irritable nature.

-Ouch! Right where it hurts! -the firefighter whined, theatrically clenching onto his chest. -What does uncle Luca have that we don’t? How do we win your cold heart, dear child? -he then asked, briefly looking at the smiling girl through the rear mirror.

Danielle was an absolute miracle. After Jim got shot, they were told their chances to have kids were very slim if any due to all that extensive abdominal damage he suffered. Street struggled horribly to accept this reality in which he not only is a stupid Omega, but one unable to give his partner children. Buck to this day felt heartbroken at the painful memory of him holding the absolute love of his life shedding silent tears for hours. And he didn’t even care, suppressed the need to be a biological father long before they met. He only wanted to be loved. So after weeks of deep reassurance it changed nothing, they moved on, kept loving each-other as usual until some two years later when Jim randomly got violently sick and their world turned upside down in the best way possible.

-He takes me to fun places, buys me things, and lets me stay up late. -Danielle explained. -You just need to spoil me like uncle Luca does, easy.

-He does indeed spoil you! And then we suffer the consequences! -Buck sighed, remembering all the “But uncle Luca…!”. -Maybe you should consider moving in with him if he’s so amazing. -he pouted, making his daughter roll her eyes.

-Nuh-uh. His cooking is terrible. I can’t live off snacks, and takeaway is too expensive to eat every day.

-So you are somewhat smart after all. -the blond grinned, proud that his little girl appreciates his cooking efforts. Ever since they've learned they will be parents, he's been on a mission to learn in the tiniest detail how to properly feed a child at all stages of growth. Therefore, at this point he was a true master chef, fluent in nutrients and skilled in the art of sneaking yucky veggies into meals.

-Hey, rude! -she giggled. -I’m very smart!

-I know, I know, just teasing. -the Alpha assured while they pulled over in front of a house where a young girl was sitting on a porch. -You’re almost as smart as I am.

-Wow. Nice self-burn dad. -Danielle snorted as she watched her best friend rush towards them. The second Ruby got inside, and they drove away, Buck didn't exist anymore, two girls too engaged in intense gossiping to acknowledge him. Which was fine, he was glad his daughter somehow managed to make a close friend despite not being the nicest person in the world. It was hard to admit, but damn, she could be harsh for a twelve-year-old who misleadingly happened to look like an angel with her long blond hair and bright blue eyes.

Once he dropped off the chatty duo at school, it was time to get to work, and hopefully finish dealing with the mountain of paperwork today. Honestly, he hated doing it, and wished he didn't have to, but that's sadly what you get when you're too ambitious for your own good and end up being promoted to Fire Captain. He never wanted to hold such a position, although as years passed by, the injured leg started to noticeably deteriorate, slowing him down as it weakened progressively. Which meant he had to either leave FD or accept an offer to take over for a retiring captain of a different station. So obviously, loving his job too much to quit, he chose the latter. Leaving the team he spent all of his career alongside wasn’t easy, however it was the right thing to do. Luckily, his new crew turned out to be a young, friendly bunch, one he got along with very quickly. And today they were welcoming a probie, which was very exciting, and he just couldn’t wait to arrive at the station and meet yet another member of his weirdly big, amazing family.

---

Going to work after finding the documents he needed, Jim felt guilty as fuck for snapping at Buck. Again. And the fact their daughter had to witness his frustration made him feel like a proper asshole.

Lately, he's been stressed real good because, apparently, being a team leader is not easy at all, despite everyone else making it look like it’s basically effortless. There was this overwhelming responsibility for the lives of his teammates constantly eating him alive and a never shrinking paperwork mountain driving him batshit crazy. Of course, Street deeply loved being in charge, although consequences of such love were quite severe, and sometimes negatively impacted his private life.

-Damn, Jim, you look like you're looking forward to those days off. -Chris whistled when he entered the locker room. Which was a funny thing to be said by someone who looked like they didn’t get any sleep last night. And the night before.

-Right back at you. -he grinned, patting her shoulder as he passed by. -I'll need to have a chat with higher-ups about this scheduling, we all are running on fumes at this point, I don’t care there is not enough manpower.

-Yeah, like what the fuck. -his second-in-command agreed. One team was out of commission after a meth lab explosion that injured all squad members, and forced everyone else to work overtime until they recover. It was exhausting, those extra long shifts, especially busy ones when time to rest was scarce. Like today. The team got a call literally the second they were ready to roll, a case of domestic violence turned into a hostage situation.

Unfortunately, the backup request came in too late. Once SWAT entered the building and apprehended the suspect, the victim was already gone, brutally beaten to death by their own partner.

-Oh God. -Street exhaled heavily, looking at the massacred Omega lying lifelessly on the floor in a large pool of its own blood. -What the fuck happened in here?

-That’s what you get for not being an obedient little bitch like you’re supposed to! -the clearly high on adrenaline, very agitated perp screamed upon being escorted outside by two officers.

-...I don’t even know what to say. -Chris shook her head as she approached. -It’s beyond fucked up.

-Poor guy. -Jim whispered, feeling raw anger creep up on him. -Can't imagine what he must've been going through for fuck knows how long. Sick bastard.

He also couldn't imagine the luck he had to have a partner who never got as much as mildly annoyed. His Alpha treated him with utmost respect and never questioned their unusual “relationship roles”. Every day, no matter what, he made sure both his favourite people felt loved by him, and would never dare to hurt either of them. Was the best person in his world.

Fuck, he seriously needed to apologize to his husband.

---

After finishing the particularly busy shift, Buck was more than happy to be back home and finally able to sit down for more than twenty minutes. The newbie, Chloe, seemed absolutely fantastic, but sadly they didn’t get to know her too much due to all those calls they had today. His poor leg screamed for mercy, so he got himself an ice pack and happily merged with the couch, accompanied by a comfort show as he awaited the cop’s return. Which did not happen anytime soon, four episodes later to be exact.

-Thank you for not being a crazy psycho. -the Omega announced upon entering the living room.

-Well, thank you very much for such a delightful compliment, dear husband. My pleasure to satisfy. -the firefighter mocked, closely observing his partner, who, honestly, didn’t look too good, slowly walk towards him. -Did something bad happen at work? -he asked, seeing that absent look in those tired, darkened eyes. It usually meant he witnessed something pretty upsetting.

-Yeah. -Jim admitted, heavily dropping onto the couch. -But I don't wanna talk about it. -quickly added, throwing his pounding head onto the backrest and taking a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling. -Where's Danielle?

-Learning for a test, apparently. -the blonde informed, grabbing one of his husband’s cold, rough hands and giving it a comforting squeeze. If Street didn’t want to go into details, there was not much more he could do to help him process whatever traumatic event had happened.

-Of course she is. -the officer snorted. Knowing their daughter, she was either drawing or chatting with Ruby, possibly both. -I'm sorry Buck. For being a pain. -he then whispered, shifting himself to rest his cheek on his Alpha’s shoulder.

-It's okay sweetheart. -the younger man hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his Omega’s palm. -I'm well-used to it.

-I'm sure you are. -the cop sighed, aware he is not the easiest person to live with. -Thank you for not giving up on me. I know it's been...hard, lately. I've been hard on you. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve better.

-Jim...you're an idiot. -the firefighter rolled his eyes at this stupid implication.

-Ouch. -Street pouted, playfully nudging his husband with an elbow, his hair getting ruffled in an act of revenge.

-I could never, ever, imagine having a better partner. -Buck confessed, pulling the Omega to rest his overthinking head on his thigh before continuing talking. -For me, you are absolutely perfect. Every relationship goes through hardships, but we still make it work, no matter what. You've been there when I needed you the most, not once I doubted how much you love me, and you happened to give me the most amazing, only slightly problematic daughter. Don't ever think you are not enough because to me, you are everything.

-...did you just call our child problematic? -Jim chuckled, rolling onto his back to have a better view of his man’s smiling face.

-I mean, she had to get something from my pool of genes other than good looks. -the firefighter laughed. -Please don't tell her I said that.

-I wouldn't dare. -the officer assured, reaching for his Alpha’s cheek and guiding him into a long, fond kiss. -I love you Buck. You make my life so much brighter.

---

The next morning was nothing but pure bliss. Street got over eight uninterrupted hours of sleep, he was off work for two days, and there was a beautiful person peacefully resting on his chest.

-Good morning, my love. -the cop hummed, gently brushing through the silky strands, while the other hand rubbed the scarred nape in order to wake the other man up.

-Mhm. Good morning. -Buck murmured, happily leaning into this pleasant touch. Nothing changed over those sixteen long years, he was still being showered with love every single day, for which he was incredibly grateful. -I cannot believe we both have the full weekend off. I can’t even remember the last time it happened.

-Is it off-off though, or did you make a ton of plans for us? -Jim asked. His partner was a true enthusiast of proactivity with so much natural energy, he needed to be constantly busy to not go insane.

-Damn, husband, you know me so well. -the firefighter chuckled, pulling himself up to join their lips in an affectionate kiss. -I made a ton of plans, we’re going to the science centre first at eleven but need to do laundry beforehand, so I suggest getting up right away.

-I don’t want to get up. Why are you such a killjoy? -the older man whined, loosening his hold a little regardless.

-How about a compromise? -Buck suggested as he began to get up. -I’ll go make coffee and you’ll come get it.

-I hate compromises, stay in bed. -Street huffed, grabbing the Alpha’s arm to prevent him from going anywhere.

-Nope. -the blonde grinned before stealing one more kiss and quickly leaving the room.

The Omega didn't move until the beautiful smell of fresh coffee reached him, fully waking up his half-asleep brain. Promptly, but lazily, he got himself out of bed and into the kitchen, where his husband has already started making breakfast. What the cop decided to interrupt by plastering himself to the taller man’s back, and peppering his neck with kisses while he inhaled that lovely scent. Solely because he felt like doing it. So they stayed in this close, silent embrace for a few delightful minutes, parted only when their little girl showed up, and probably needed to be fed.

-What's the plan for today? -Danielle asked as she sat herself on a stool, aware no day off in their household was left unplanned. Hearing they are going to see the newest exhibition in the science centre, her blue eyes instantly lit up with excitement. Just like her father, she had a huge interest in anything science related. -With Ruby? -she wondered, hoping to spend this fun day alongside her best friend.

-I think at this point it’s safe to assume Ruby is a default package deal. Of course we’re taking her with us. -Buck confirmed. Ruby’s mom had a long surgery to perform today, so they agreed to swap custody. -Oh, and better pack some stuff because you’re having a surprise sleepover at Ruby’s house afterwards.

-What?! -Danielle gasped in utter surprise, her jaw nearly on the floor. -Ugh! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! -she then shouted angrily before sprinting to her room to probably get ready.

-I don’t think she knows what “surprise” means. -Jim snorted, gazing at his husband’s shocked expression from above the coffee cup.

-...is this the point in her life when she starts to hate us? -the blonde whispered, absently looking at the doorway the girl stormed out through.

-Babe, please don’t cry. -the cop frowned, seeing tears cloud his husband’s sight. -Fuck. C’mere. -he ordered, grabbing the Alpha’s arm and pulling him into a hug. -Sweetheart, I assure you, there is no way she’ll ever hate you. -hummed, reassuringly rubbing the taller man’s back as he sobbed quietly for the next five minutes or so before returning to cooking. Street was pretty sure once the firefighter "calmed down" and went to do laundry right after breakfast, he cried some more in solitude. He was still a very emotional person.

As expected, Danielle did not begin to hate her father, who forgot he was sad the moment Ruby arrived and the overexcited trio engaged in a heated conversation about the exhibition’s theme. It was fascinating to watch a grown up man shamelessly embrace his inner child. In a good way that is, although the officer felt a tad out of place while following the three kids through the filled with activities day, because after the science centre they went to have pizza, then visited the aquarium, had ice cream, and took a walk along the pier before dropping the exhausted girls off at Ruby’s house.

-Soo…we're child-free tonight. -pointed out the Alpha when the two of them were finally alone, his large hand sneaking onto the cop’s muscular tight, giving it a suggestive squeeze before they both burst in laughter. -It doesn't change anything, does it? -he observed, wiping out happy tears while starting the car.

-It does not, she's so low-maintenance. -Jim shook his head. Danielle was not necessarily a social kid, after school she wanted to be left alone, and spent most of her free time working on some art projects in her room. Sometimes it felt like they didn’t have a child at all, which was pretty convenient, but also made them wonder if they were perhaps failing as parents by not interacting with their daughter much.

-So low-maintenance. -Buck sighted in agreement. -We could go somewhere tho. -he then suggested, making the Omega gasp loudly.

-Evan Street, are you asking me out on a date?

-Absolutely I am. -the firefighter grinned. He actually had a place and activity in mind already. They needed to stop by the house first to grab a blanket and beer, then went straight to the familiar beach. And oh, it brought up such pleasantly nostalgic feelings, that short ride filled with chatting about everything and nothing, however this time without horrible singing. Even the weather was similar, although no clouds, just a warm orange orb on an empty sky.

-I thought you were taking me on a date, not on a first date. -the officer chuckled as they walked through the warm sand towards the calm ocean, their hands obviously joined.

-It was such a good date it deserves to be repeated. -the Alpha smiled, stopping near the water line where he threw the blanket on the cold sand. -I can’t believe it was sixteen years ago. Makes me feel old. -he sighed, sitting down in front of his partner, happily letting himself be pulled closer to the cop’s chest, whose one hand quickly sneaked under the shirt, arm wrapped tightly around the waist.

-Sixteen years, huh? -Street hummed, laying his chin on the taller man’s head. -Back then, it didn't even cross my mind that we would get to the point where we are bonded and married with a whole teenage kid and a house mortgage. Crazy concept.

-Not that crazy, actually. Back then, I really thought I'd eventually have all that…but with Eddie. I wonder if I’d ever move on if I haven’t met you. -the firefighter confessed in response, and instantly felt the Omega tense a little. -I'm so glad your carelessness brought us together. -quickly added, reassuringly patting the officer’s leg.

-Hey! That was a freak accident! -Jim laughed, blushing slightly at the cringe memory of him dangling from the ceiling like an absolute idiot. -No need to open old wounds. -whispered, resting his cheek on his Alpha’s soft hair.

It was finally happening.

Today, they are bonding. Forming an unbreakable emotional connection. Making a clear statement about their relationship. Becoming a family.

The couple barely slept the night before, Buck overly excited, Jim uncomfortably warm from the upcoming heat. Which led them to binge-watching some oddly entertaining baking show before passing out around the sunrise. They stayed asleep until early afternoon when the firefighter woke up feeling himself burn. Just like the last time, despite his temperature running high, the Omega gravitated towards his partner, unconsciously seeking skin-to-skin contact. He was half-lying on the Alpha’s chest, using his shoulder for a pillow, one arm and leg thrown across his body in a very close, firm embrace.

-A little needy, aren't we? -Buck hummed, fondly brushing through the short strands, enjoying the rare soft side of his usually dominant, reserved boyfriend.

-Only a little. -Street mumbled, adjusting himself slightly. As he shifted, the younger man noticed something fairly interesting that made his heart beat a bit faster.

-You're hard. -he whispered, his unoccupied hand moving towards that perky ass he greedily grabbed and pulled higher onto his hip, causing the cop to moan quietly when his erect penis grazed the hard surface. -May I help? -suggested, already sliding their underwear down. Jim only nodded in response, still not fully awake but responsive enough to help Buck free his own, already aroused cock. A loud whimper escaped him once the Alpha joined their shafts, and began to slowly jerk them off while basking in the more prominent, sweeter scent as the Omega showered his abnormally sensitive neck with lazy kisses. -Does it feel good? -he murmured, feeling pleasure flood his body way stronger than normally. It was a classic early heat sign, increased libido, which meant they were about to have a lot more of this quick, messy sex in the next few hours.

-Very. -whined the officer, too overwhelmed to think straight. The insanely erotic noises he was making were driving the firefighter absolutely crazy. So he sped up the hand movement, suspecting neither would've lasted long anyway.

-Come with me. -Buck growled, his lowered tone unusually demanding. Balancing on the edge of blissful release, Street spilled instantly, unable to ignore the order, promptly followed by his boyfriend. -Well, that's a great way to start a day. -the younger man murmured once he could breathe again, capturing Jim's lips in a tender kiss.

-Sooo great. -the Omega smiled in satisfaction. -Will be even better if you make me breakfast. -he purred, reaching for another kiss. It wasn't possible for an Alpha to ignore such a request, which the cop was obviously aware of, unashamedly abusing his power. The firefighter could only get up and comply, nevertheless, tremendously happy his partner feels comfortable enough around him to embrace his nature a little.

-On it, princess.

---

Buck loved cooking for people he cherished, especially ones who wouldn’t eat properly if he didn’t feed them. It was astonishing how Street and Luca managed to live together for so long with zero cooking skills between them. But that meant the Alpha could fulfil his "duty to provide" at least in this small aspect, by making decent, homemade food for his otherwise very independent Omega.

-No pants type of day, huh? -he remarked, watching his freshly showered, crazy handsome boyfriend walk down the stairs wearing only underwear. Normally, this sight wouldn't faze him at all, the officer being a very shirtless person on the hotter days, although affected by the heat, his hands itched to get themselves on that muscular body, trace the chiseled abs as he fucked into that nicely round ass. Ugh, so horny.

-I'll melt if I put on any more clothing. -Jim rolled his eyes, sitting on the tall stool. He was so glad this was the last time he had to deal with this utter bullshit. Heat serves essentially only one, idiotic purpose: to coerce an Alpha into bonding because there is no better way to find a lifelong partner than by making them sexually obsessed with you, right? Maybe it was useful in the past or something but now was surely causing mostly trouble, at least for Street who hated having to take time off work to go through being horribly warm and wildly horny every four months for a few days. So after today, he won’t need to even think about it ever again. Thank God.

-I'm not complaining! -the younger man assured, handing his partner a full plate. -I surely enjoy the view. -he then hummed, immediately earning himself a rather displeased, a tad worried look. Fuck. -Aaaand I'm off to the shower, so you can eat peacefully. -sighed heavily, laying a rushed kiss on the dark hair as he left the kitchen. Couldn’t stop himself from doing at least that.

The cop was grateful his partner quickly realised he’s getting a little too eager to stay in his presence and decided to give him some safe space. Not every Alpha was this considerate when facing an Omega in heat, so it felt really nice knowing this is an especially healthy relationship built on mutual, deep respect of personal boundaries.

Once he finished his food, which was as always absolutely fucking amazing, Street went back upstairs to chill in bed, where they planned to spend the whole day anyway. It was a matter of minutes really before he'd be ready to go again. Correction, seconds.

-What are you laughing at? -the firefighter asked upon exiting the bathroom, not entirely dry and shamelessly naked except for a small towel casually hung around the narrow hips. He looked so breathtakingly hot, it should be considered a crime.

-Chris. -Jim explained vaguely, showing Buck a picture of his fully-clothed best friend dead asleep across the bed, a fluffy grey cat curled up on her back. -She would've killed us if she knew this was a thing. -added. Amelia and him were seriously risking it all by sending each-other funny photos of her scary girlfriend on a regular basis.

-Undeniably. -the Alpha chuckled, climbing onto the bed and wrapping himself around his boyfriend’s waist. -You're so warm. -he observed, pressing his cheek to the muscular abdomen.

-I know, it's annoying. -Street groaned, his fingers instinctively entangling themselves into the bright, slightly moist strands.

-I love it though. -the younger man murmured, inhaling the strong, pleasant fragrance that made him harden a little while leaning into the delicate touch. -You already smell very different. -he informed, noticing the clear change in the always fresh, outdoor-like scent, which was now thick and sweet.

-Yeah? How? -the Omega wondered, starting to get aroused too, one palm slowly sliding through the nape down the arching spine.

-Addictive. -Buck responded, showering the shivering skin in kisses as he pulled himself up, his warm lips leaving a trace all the way to the neck he greedily sucked onto, leaving behind a dark mark. -Intoxicating. -added, now towering over his partner, hands holding the flushed cheeks, blue eyes glowing with desire. -Delicious. -he whispered, leaning down for a long, passionate kiss, the towel already on the floor. -A snack.

-Snacks are supposed to be eaten. -Jim licked his swollen lips, hunger clear in his gaze when he glanced at that large penis twitching dangerously close to his face. Unable to resist his urges, the cop grabbed the base of the erect shaft while shifting for better access, and to his Alpha’s satisfaction licked a long stripe before sucking onto the darkened head, making the firefighter groan loudly from the intense pleasure.

-Oh Lord, babe… -he growled, watching his cock effortlessly slide into the warm mouth as the wet tongue did its magic. -You’re so fucking good at it. -added, gently caressing the opened jaw. Street only hummed in response, sound waves vibrated through the oversensitive flesh, nearly forcing out a very premature orgasm. One that came shortly after, temporarily blinding his foggy sight while he spilled deep inside the officer’s contracted throat.

-Your turn. -Buck announced once his senses returned, moving himself in between those muscular thighs. With delight he was looking at that beautifully ripped, strong man shivering under his tender touch when his fingers traced the pronounced abs, slid towards the leaking cock but merely grazed its entirety, too focused on their journey to the sleek, needy hole.

-God, Buck! -the cop whined loudly, experiencing the euphoric sensation of two long fingers pressing themselves inside. It had no business being so fucking pleasurable, yet those digits working him open felt absolutely divine. -I need you in me. Like yesterday. -he demanded, hands wrapping around the blonde’s neck, legs around his waist.

The firefighter didn’t need to hear no more, he quickly lined up and effortlessly pushed himself in, causing them both to moan loudly in ecstasy as his penis smoothly spread the warm, wet insides. This was such an overpowering feeling, upon bottoming down he had to pause briefly to regain composure, and give his Omega a moment to remember how to breathe.

-Fuck, you’re so hot. -he growled, gazing into those hazy eyes before joining their lips in a heated kiss as his impatient hips began to slowly move but picking the pace up fast. Neither cared about perhaps taking it slower, making it a more romantic experience, all they wanted was to "scratch the itch".

-Deeper. -Jim whimpered, feeling himself balancing on the orgasm's narrow edge, his nails painfully digging into the firefighter's back. The younger man immediately withdrew almost fully and thrust right back in, a movement he started repeating, hearing the adorable noises of satisfaction escaping his partner's throat. He was close too, his dick desperate to spill inside those tightly squeezed walls. It happened soon, rapidly, their bodies spasmed violently, locking them in a firm hold while they experienced the overpowering, intense pleasure.

-Damn, I’m gonna miss that hot heat sex. -Street sighed once they calmed down, rolling himself to lie on his belly whilst the Alpha finally dropped onto the mattress, his arms burning from bearing his weight the whole time. -But I’m more than happy to sacrifice a mind-blowing orgasm once in a while to get rid of this pathetic weakness. -he clarified, seeing his boyfriend's mildly surprised gaze.

-I’ve read that regular sex gets better after bonding. -Buck wisely informed, reassuringly patting his Omega's naked butt.

-Does it? Fuck yeah, it’s already so good, it’s gonna be fucking incredible. -the smiling officer exhaled with relief, stretching his sore muscles. -Shower? -he suggested while slowly getting up, not keen on staying in this sweaty, sticky state. Sharing the discomfort, the firefighter eagerly grabbed the offered hand and happily followed his boyfriend to the bathroom.

---

The next few hours the couple spent continuing watching the baking competition they failed to finish at night while eating snacks, too lazy to make proper lunch regardless of planning on doing so before bonding, knowing well-enough they will be dead exhausted after. 

-Can you bake something for me tomorrow? -the cop wondered, gazing at some deliciously looking cake shown on the screen. Despite not liking sweets too much, from time to time, usually after seeing some goodies on TV, he craved an overwhelmingly sweet dessert to fulfil that rare need.

-I dunno, maybe. -the Alpha yawned, his cheek plastered to the chiselled abdomen serving for a poor pillow replacement. He already decided what he’s going to bake last night, aware all those cooking shows will surely awaken a craving.

-Seriously? Not even bonded yet, and you already stopped trying to keep me? -Jim rolled his eyes, playfully ruffling the messy bright strands.

-Perhaps us finally bonding could serve as a motivation. -the blonde murmured, proceeding to lazily stretch his unbearably stiff limbs, a painful consequence of lying in one position for definitely way too long. -Wanna fuck me? -he then offered rather nonchalantly, suggestively wiggling his perky ass. Street snorted loudly in amusement. Of course he wanted to fuck Buck. Why was this even a question, not a direct order? He always wanted to fuck him. So obviously, he immediately untangled himself from the embrace, and in no time was kneeling over those weirdly long legs, forcefully tugging on the boxers to quickly get them out of the way.

-You could cooperate a little. -he huffed, struggling to remove the obstructing clothing without his partner moving his heavy hips up.

-Nope, letting myself be taken care of. -the younger man mumbled, allowing himself to turn into a mindless puddle because for once he didn’t need to be an “overachiever” who only gives, never takes.

-Spoiled fucker. -the officer snorted, finally throwing the underwear aside as he leaned down to trail kisses and occasional bruises along the relaxed spine, ending the expedition with a juicy bite to the soft cheek, which made the bratty firefighter simultaneously gasp and giggle. The Omega then licked the irritated flesh before pulling away to fetch the lube. -I might be fucking you too often, actually. -he observed, watching his wet finger easily slide all the way in, promptly joined by a second one. -Barely any resistance. -mused, curiously spreading those digits far apart, causing the blonde to whine loudly.

-Babe…please! -the firefighter begged, his mind starting to get foggy. -I can’t wait any longer! I want to belong to you already! -he whimpered, feeling a strange tingle in his nape, a persistent itch that could only get scratched by a very specific set of teeth.

-With pleasure, my love. -Jim whispered right into his boyfriend’s ear, quickly lubricating his own cock, which soon filled the younger man's warm insides. He was overflowing with joy after hearing his partner's desire to be marked first, even though by common standards, the Omega should be completing the bond. His dominant position in their relationship has been officially confirmed. -Thank you for choosing me.

-And thank you for following me into the bathroom like some creepy perv. -Buck laughed, earning himself a not-so-gentle slap to that one wounded butt cheek. Which hurt quite a bit and nearly made him come at the same time.

-Shut up. -Street snorted before pressing a long kiss to the exposed neck he was about to forever decorate with his unique mark, his hips at last starting to move, rhythm slow and steady. -I love you.

-Mhm. -the Alpha hummed, closing his eyes and trying to relax despite the excitement causing his poor, overflowing with affection heart to beat crazy fast. It didn’t help that the arousal promptly joined the fierce emotional flood, pushing his body to its limits. -I love you too.

The moment the officer's sharp teeth punctured the delicate skin, a small explosion occurred in the firefighter's mind, causing all his muscles to spasm while every single nerve experienced indescribable pleasure, a sensation doubled, if not tripled, by intense orgasm rolling through him upon his boyfriend cursing loudly when he came, his release sped up by the strong contractions. Floating on euphoric waves, Buck basked in the familiar scent and fond kisses suddenly showering his shaking shoulders.

-How does it feel? -Jim asked, gently outlining the bleeding wound with delicate pecks as he waited for the other man to come back from wherever he was. -Any different than usual?

-Beautiful. -the blonde exhaled once his senses returned, slowly turning to the side. -But incomplete. -he added, cupping his partner’s nape while they looked each-other in the eyes. -Missing a half. 

-Then you should fix the issue right away. -the Omega suggested, tenderly rubbing the firefighter’s flushed jaw.

-Yessir. -Buck smirked, instantaneously joining their lips in a sweet, lazy kiss. They still needed some time to rest and regenerate, but thanks to the heat magic, it didn't take long. Merely a few minutes later, he flipped them around, now Street was lying under him, bruised, although empty neck just begging to be properly marked. His already hard penis easily slipped inside, whilst hands slid under the muscular chest and pulled the cop up to kneeling position. He licked the sensitive flesh as his hips fucked into that perky ass, making the officer cry out loud in euphoric pleasure and shed tears when he bit into the skin, leaving his permanent signature.

The orgasm that hit them upon completing the bond was nothing like anything they’ve ever experienced. Jim felt himself fall onto the mattress, crushed under the Alpha’s weight while their worlds shattered into tiny pieces, revealing the realm of mind-blowing ecstasy where the only sensation in existence was pleasure. Pleasure so powerful, they found themselves lost in this incredible state for nearly half an hour before their brains began to operate in the correct dimension, bringing them back to the version in which they were finally one.

-We're…forever now. -Buck whispered in pure amusement, struggling to comprehend the present reality in which he finally was in a happy, healthy relationship that was sure to last forever. -No take backs! -he exclaimed, making Street laugh. The cop was overwhelmed too, unsure how he got so fucking lucky to find that perfect guy in the most random of circumstances.

-No take backs. -the older man smiled softly. There was no way he would ever give up on what they had. It was too precious to lose. -Can you lie the fuck down please? -he then asked, his cooling down body in desperate need for skin-to-skin contact after such an emotional experience.

-Of course! -the firefighter gasped, realising he’s still hovering over his Omega, absently staring at the fresh bonding mark. He instantly shifted them around and in no time the officer was comfortably tucked in between his arms, exactly where he belonged. -Does that feel better?

-Yes. Thank you. -Jim murmured, pressing his nose to that beautifully smelling neck, slowly inhaling the warm, sunny scent. -Also, thanks for bonding with me.

-Pfft, right back at you. -the blonde chuckled, fondly rubbing the relaxing under his touch spine. -You should get some sleep, babe. -he suggested, hearing his partner yawn quietly.

-That's the plan. -the cop agreed, unable to even consider showering, too physically and mentally exhausted to bother. All he wanted now was to take a nice, long nap in his Alpha's affectionate embrace. -I'm so glad we did it.

Jim absolutely loved sleeping with Buck.

He was so comfortable every night he stayed there, always tucked in between his partner's arms, basking in pleasant warmth and inhaling that relaxing scent. Maybe it was seriously time to fully move in.

-Good morning babe. -he whispered upon waking up, feeling a pair of gorgeous blue eyes staring right at him.

-Good morning. -the firefighter smiled, tightening the loosened embrace. -I love shared days off. -he yawned, fondly rubbing Street's naked spine decorated with prominent bruising from fighting some criminal on the stairs a few days ago. Apparently, they rolled down a whole three stories before the perp finally lost consciousness.

-Me too. -the Omega murmured, leaning into the affectionate touch despite the slight burning pain, his eyes still closed, cheek plastered just above the steadily beating heart. -Wish they weren't so rare.

Recently, their schedules sucked terribly. While one was off, the other was working. Which meant the past two weeks, until last night, they haven’t seen each-other at all. It was horrible, not being able to satisfy that biological need for regular physical contact. Felt really fucking lonely.

-You know what would be even better? -Buck asked, sliding his palm towards the exposed neck, the horrific mark left by a stranger long gone, sensitive flesh now covered in ones made with love.

-What? -the officer hummed, immensely enjoying the relaxing touch.

-If you finally moved in.

-Buck…-he sighed heavily, his body instantly tensing up at the tough topic. -I'm not ready to leave Luca alone just yet.

Obviously, moving was constantly on his mind, and he was basically spending most days here anyway, however the sole thought of entirely abandoning his current roommate for some reason made him sick to his stomach. Despite Luca assuring it's absolutely okay, and them seeing each-other at work anyway. It made little sense, although somehow prevented him from committing to Buck's place.

-He'll be fine, he's a grown up man. -the firefighter huffed in slight annoyance. He might have been mildly frustrated about his boyfriend staying at another Alpha's place, regardless of knowing there is nothing there but close friendship.

-I know, but still, I feel responsible for him. What if he makes a stupid life altering decision while I'm not there to stop him, or forgets to eat and starves to death? -Jim raised his head, gaze so serious while he spoke, it left Buck speechless for a moment before he snorted loudly in pure amusement.

-...wow. You're either trying to make up a really poor excuse to not move in with me, or you're losing your mind, my love.

-Ha ha. -Street rolled his eyes. -Soon, I promise. -he added, pulling himself up to kiss his boyfriend, therefore killing the problematic subject. -I'll go make coffee.

---

Once they were both out of bed, peacefully drinking coffee in the kitchen, the cop decided to at last talk about something he's been considering non-stop since that time he got bitten: bonding. An ultimate proof of a relationship between an Alpha and an Omega, a permanent mark strengthening any existing emotional connection to the point one is unable to romantically love anyone but their bonded pair. It also can be done only once in a lifetime, and cannot be removed. A forever thingy.

They've been together roughly eleven months without even mentioning taking that very common step, although lately, he started feeling an odd tingle on his nape, which would only stop whenever it was freshly marked. The strange sensation made him think maybe he should finally admit he doesn't intend on being with anyone else, ever.

Buck was beyond everything he wished for in a lifelong partner. Respectful, understanding, loving, pleasantly submissive.

Absurdly hot.

Looking at his shirtless man leaning on the kitchen island, obliviously reading news and sipping coffee, Jim could not stop admiring how handsome he was, comfy pants hanging loosely on the slim hips, naked upper body illuminated by the morning sun, blonde hair ruffled after a whole night of not having sex because they were way too tired.

-You've been staring. What's up babe? -the firefighter asked suddenly, curiously glancing up from the screen. Those soft, domestic words accompanied by a warm smile went straight to the cop's slightly colder heart.

For a second, the world stopped.

-I want to bond with you. -Street blurted out, unable to contain those feelings anymore. Which wasn't a particularly smart thing to do, as the Alpha nearly choked on his drink upon hearing the totally unexpected answer.

-Wh-what?! -he coughed, gaze watery with tears caused by the uncomfortable burning sensation in his poor throat.

-Gee, is the concept of us bonding really that shocking to you? -the officer rolled his eyes, trying to cover the raging anxiety with humour.

-What? No! Of course not! You just caught me off guard! -Buck exclaimed, his voice horribly hoarse. -Damn, Jim, you can't casually say things like that! -he shook his head furiously, trying to calm down from the initial surprise. -Are you being serious?

-Duh. Wouldn't bring this up if I wasn't. -the Omega chuckled nervously, now unsure if bringing this up was a good idea. Maybe his boyfriend didn't feel the same way about their relationship, or never planned for it to become so serious in the first place.

-Why so suddenly? -the younger man wondered, pushing himself away from the counter. He seemed so neutral, it kinda made Jim's stomach twist.

A mistake has been made.

-Well, I'm due for a heat in a couple of weeks and I thought we could...but if you're not ready, I completely understand. We can revisit the subject in a few months. -he whispered, looking down into the half-empty cup, confidence influx long gone, now replaced with doubts and insecurity.

-No! No-no-no! I am more than ready! I want to bond with you, Jim. Wanted for a long time actually, but was afraid to scare you away if I suggested it too soon. -the firefighter explained, fidgeting in place, probably too overwhelmed to decide how to react. -God, I think I'm gonna cry. -he concluded, joyful tears already forming in his pretty eyes.

-Please don't. -Street frowned at that sight, aware it's very hard to cease Buck's emotional outbursts. -Aaaand you're crying. -sighed, quickly approaching his sobbing boyfriend to comfort him. -Babe, please, stop. -he begged, tenderly rubbing the violently shaking back.

-I can't! I'm so happy! -Buck cried out, tightly wrapping his arms around the officer's waist as he continued to bawl into his shoulder. -Dammit, Jim! I love you so, so much! Too much even!

Too much. That was a perfect description of how the cop felt right now, overflowing with love for that adorably vulnerable man.

-I know. -he then hummed quietly, pressing tender kisses to the still trembling neck. -I love you too. Definitely more than I should.

---

-I asked Buck to bond with me. -Jim informed his bestie Chris when on the next day they were alone in the armoury, cleaning weapons during a fairly uneventful shift.

-What?! -she gasped, completely perplexed by the news. -I did not see that coming! Not from you at least! What did he say?!

-He agreed. -Street smiled at the memory of his boyfriend crying for a good half an hour. It drained him emotionally so much, he needed a nap afterwards.

-Wow. I cannot believe our baby Street is finally growing up. -Chris wiped down a non-existent tear in a theatrical gesture. -But still, it's a serious decision. Are you really sure about that? You know well enough that bonding is a forever thingy.

-Obviously. But I love him, Chris. And there is no fucking way I'd ever find a better partner. He's perfect for me. Can't just let him go. -the older office sighed heavily. It wasn’t easy, allowing himself to be guided purely by natural instincts for once, however he really fucking wanted to keep his amazing partner around for as long as possible. -Correction. Don't want to let him go. Ever.

-Yeah, it would be pretty stupid to fuck this up. He is really good for you. -the other cop nodded in agreement. She truly believed Buck was the best choice her best friend has ever made relationship-wise. And perhaps he was a filthy firefighter, but damn, not a bad word could be said about him. He treated Jim with utmost respect, was a great friend and even babysat Deacon's kids on quite a few occasions for fuck's sake. Which actually brought up an important question. -What about kids though? I know he wants them badly and you're all about work. Are you on the same page?

-Well, I clearly said career first. -Street clarified. -I need to have a solid spot on SWAT before I decide to take time off to have a kid, and Buck is totally fine with that, he’s equally obsessed with his job just as we are with ours. And we're still young, it's not like we gotta rush anything.

-Damn, Jim in a serious, adult relationship. -Chris whistled, shaking her head in disbelief. -I cannot wrap my mind around it.

-Right?! And with an Alpha? That’s even wilder. -Jim laughed. Saying it out loud made it sound so ridiculous. He never wanted to be in a relationship with an Alpha in the first place, always leaned towards Betas, or solitude, and yet, here he was, on the verge of bonding with an “enemy” he deeply loved.

-True that! -the older cop snorted. She wasn’t any better, her whole life she’s been saying she would never date a woman who was taller, more dominant, and especially not an Alpha. Amelia ticked all those “unacceptable” boxes. -Just please, don't mess it up, I actually like him! -Chris added, making her bestie smile when his heart felt a little warm.

Yeah, he liked him too.

---

-Jim asked me to bond with him. -Buck revealed, handing his sister her takeaway. They were supposed to go out for lunch on their shared day off to catch up, but it was just so hot outside, the siblings decided to stay at his air-conditioned apartment and order in.

-Really? -she raised her brows in surprise, not expecting her brother’s rather reserved boyfriend to take that big step. -I'm shocked you weren't the one to ask for it. What did you say?

-I obviously said yes. -the firefighter smiled. How could he possibly say no? Street was his everything, the perfect match he never believed he would find. Someone who showered him with love, patiently listened to his lengthy monologues, and didn’t mind him being fairly chaotic, reckless and overly emotional, which was a set of traits highly undesired in Alphas. Being accepted as he was, not forced to change anything to fit the standards, meant the world to him. With Jim, not once he felt a need to behave differently to please him, the atypical Omega eagerly took exactly what he was given without any complaints. He was just perfect.

-Of course you did. -Maddie sighed, slowly opening up the box. -Are you certain you want to spend the rest of your life with him? -she asked, looking up at her clearly overjoyed sibling, whose smile instantly dropped upon hearing the question.

-Why? -he wondered, a bit annoyed that his sister cannot simply be happy for him. It was because she cared about him, Buck knew that, and had no choice but to listen to what Mads had to say every single time they talked about his love-life. -Is something bothering you about him?

-Nothing, he's truly amazing. I just fear you are rushing things. Again. -she emphasised, referring to all those times his relationships failed due to progressing too fast. It always hurt her, seeing her beloved brother in pain on so many occasions. She liked Jim, with his calmer, more rational personality he was definitely toning down Buck’s at times unhealthy enthusiasm, and seemed to love him very much. Somehow, knowing that didn’t make her any less worried.

-It's different this time. -the firefighter assured rather hopelessly. Maddie was not one to change her mind unless proven otherwise through actions. And as predicted, she took a deep breath and asked:

-How?

-He's an Omega. -Buck responded vaguely before elaborating further. -I’ve never dated an Omega before. It's an incomparable experience. From the moment I properly held him in my hands that night I took him home, despite not knowing a single thing about him, I already knew we are meant to be together. I have no idea how to explain this, but my instincts tell me he's the person I should spend my life with. He's the one. I'm positive.

-You were positive quite a few times now. -his sister pointed out nonchalantly, not even looking at the firefighter, gaze focused on the food. She probably was aware she’s gonna get a nasty look from her, surely irritated by now, baby brother whose eyes rolled to the back of his head.

-Maddie…

-I know, I'm sorry. -she apologised softly. Perhaps unpleasant for both of them, but it was her duty to ensure his choices wouldn’t do him more harm than good. -I just don't want you to get hurt because you jumped into a serious relationship too soon. You can't erase a bond if something goes wrong, you'll be stuck with Jim forever, no matter what. Are you ready to fully commit to him?

And just like that, a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in Buck’s brain, and he wasn’t sure anymore if bonding with seemingly the love of his life was actually such a good idea after all.

---

Once Maddie left, and he was completely alone with his thoughts, the firefighter couldn't stop overthinking what his sister said about rushing, and possibly getting himself stuck in a potentially doomed relationship.

Was it seriously a bad idea to accept Street's offer to bond?

As for now, they definitely were solid and close, so close that any separation, even for only a few days, was causing them both physical and mental discomfort. Buck was also one hundred percent convinced that if they split, his heart would die on the spot. He absolutely needed Jim to stay present in his life, therefore bonding was the best available tool to keep them together. Fearing that suggesting it himself might put some pressure on his Omega due to his “Alpha status”, he didn’t mention anything, patiently waited for Jim to take the lead because a bonding offer proposed by someone who despises their nature would be made after a great deal of careful consideration. An honest, calculated choice.

But what if he should reject it? 

Would his boyfriend be okay waiting a year or two more, as his sister proposed?

Is he himself fine with waiting?

Will changing his mind ruin their perfect relationship?

The firefighter didn’t get to answer any of those questions as a key suddenly sounded in the lock, announcing his partner was back home. Which was terrifying because he still had no clue what to do.

-Hi there. -the officer smiled, approaching the couch Buck was sitting on. It was a relief to see he looked rather unharmed today.

-Hi babe, how was work? -he returned the warm smile, watching the older man casually kneel down on the cushions to sit in his lap. Greedy hands instinctively sneaked under Jim’s shirt, seeking comfort through skin-to-skin touch.

-Boring. -Street sighed, cupping the firefighter’s face before joining their lips in a short kiss. -What happened? -he then asked, tenderly rubbing the soft cheeks.

-What do you mean? -the Alpha frowned, confused by the odd query.

-Do you really think I can't tell something is bothering you? -the Omega hummed softly, pressing an affectionate kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. -I could sense your raging anxiety the moment I opened the door.

Of course he could. They weren't yet bonded, but damn, the cop’s mood-reading senses seemed to never fail despite not operating on the highest setting.

-Maddie came over. -Buck informed, his arms instinctively tightening around the older man’s back. -And she might have said some things that made me think…are we rushing things? -he blurted, feeling the urge to get those doubts out of his system.

-Rushing what things? -Jim asked, a hint of insecurity clear in his otherwise steady voice.

-The relationship. We’ve met not even a year ago, and now we think about bonding for life, isn’t it rushing things? Shouldn't we take some more time to properly think about it? Make sure this is not just a heat of the moment type of situation? -the firefighter outlined the issue, and the officer didn’t respond right away, only stared absently at his partner, who began to get even more anxious awaiting some reaction. Eventually, Street let go of his face, and pulled away a bit.

-Are you being totally honest or going a little crazy? -he demanded, aware his Alpha has a tendency to question everything in his life after talking to Maddie. She was a good person, although sometimes wasn’t the best influence, especially considering her brother’s emotionally unstable personality.

-Going a little crazy. -Buck admitted, definitely relieved his boyfriend picked up on it.

-Good. That's good. -Street exhaled heavily, hands reaching for the taller man's nape to provide much-needed comfort. -Listen to me Buck, carefully. I did not rush my decision to bond with you. The first time it crossed my mind was months ago, when we met each-other’s teams. You treated yours like family, and mine like extended family, which made me so happy to be with a person for whom work people are also their people. I could never be with someone who doesn’t understand or respect that, and you totally get it, which is incredibly rare, thus imperative to hold onto. Then that guy bit me. I couldn't stand being marked by someone other than you, it was disgusting, not right, and made me angry I had to go through losing your scent because we weren’t bonded. And when I saw you so full of joy playing with Deacon's kids? I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I am you're gonna be the father of our children. Any time I think about my future, you are always in it, that's why I know this is a natural progression, not a speedrun of sorts. But if you wish to wait, I'll wait for you. As long as you need, 'cause you are the love of my life and I am not giving up on you, no matter what. Aaaand you’re crying. Again.

-I don't want to wait! I want us to bond soon! -the firefighter sobbed, pulling his partner into a bear hug. He didn’t expect to hear such an adorable confession, but it made all his doubts disappear instantaneously. Them bonding was undeniably the right choice, there was no way he could feel insecure following this powerful reassurance. He was loved, cared for, thought about, needed. That was more than enough.

-Soo…we're all good, yeah? -the cop clarified, fondly brushing through the blond strands as he held the weeping man.

-Yes. We're all good. -Buck nodded weakly, head still plastered to the Omega’s chest. -Thank you, Jim. You always seem to know what to say to make me feel better. -he hummed, gladly leaning into the calming touch.

-I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I didn't know how to handle you spiraling into madness once in a while. -Street laughed, showering the silky hair with firm kisses. -Whenever you think our relationship might not work out in the end, remember I love you the same way you love me.

-Too much? -the Alpha chuckled, pulling backwards to look at his incredible, widely smiling man.

-Luca, you are scaring me. -Jim sighed heavily, looking at the shockingly empty fridge containing only beer, a half-empty jug of milk and some Chinese leftovers. -I was gone only three days, what the hell do you eat while I’m not here?

-Coffee, cereal and takeaway. -the older man shrugged, not even briefly gazing up from the newspaper. -I was fine before you moved in, will be fine when you move out.

-How are you still alive?! -Street shook his head in disbelief. To be fair, he used to be like that, not caring about food too much, but ever since he started spending time at Buck’s, who enjoyed cooking, realised that eating properly is a game changer in terms of physical and mental health. -Also, there is no more cereal, I checked.

-Oh, good to know. -nodded the other officer. -Write it down on the list.

There was no list. Jim quickly found some post-it notes and made one, with a little more items than just “cereal” on it. He felt a little guilty for often leaving his best friend alone, and as much as considering moving in with the firefighter. It somehow wasn’t right, despite them having a strictly platonic relationship. Like if he was abandoning his family, even though it was obvious one day their living arrangement would change.

Possibly soon.

They were talking, hypothetically, about Street slowly merging into Buck’s apartment. Which seemed too fast, after barely four months of dating, however not that unreasonable. So while he thought about permanently staying with his partner, the Omega began to fill the designated closet space, one clothing piece at the time. This activity was actually forcing him to visit the Alpha more frequently, since his current household had severe laundry issues. He actually had to go there after today’s shift, having no clean shirts anymore.

The shift the two cops were nearly late for, neither watching the clock, thinking the other one was keeping track. And they were lucky because the team had to roll only five minutes after starting the work day.

There was a bust of a human trafficking ring in progress, planned in detail by the PD, although a last minute development have occurred, when once on the move, they found a strange tunnel coming from the target facility and realised the group on some point had built a few escape routes that were not an original part of the building, therefore weren’t on the blueprints. Which meant they needed more people than anticipated to cover all exits.

Jim was “fortunate” to get himself a creepy ass underground corridor lightened by flickering bulbs. He slowly walked down the makeshift stairs, and cautiously continued forward, unsure what’s waiting at the end, hoping the passage is not too long ‘cause it made him feel like he’s in some horror game.

The officer passed a corner, instantly noticing an oddly placed curtain covering the left side. Before he managed to inspect it, a large man came flying through it, rage clear in his wild eyes as he hit the opposite wall. The perp ran straight into the first shot, crushing the cop under his significant weight as he attacked him. Gun dropped somewhere on the floor above his head, too far to reach without being able to move as strong hands firmly grabbed his neck, holding him in place. Struggling with oxygen deprivation, Street did the only thing he could think of, punched the gunshot wound on the man’s shoulder, who immediately screamed in pain and backed off abruptly. Aware it might be his only chance, he threw himself in the gun’s direction. This movement did, however, leave him on full display. The assailant noticed a perfect opening and instinctively bit the Omega’s exposed nape. Then fell down lifelessly onto Jim’s chest when a bullet pierced his brain.

Completely ignoring the sharp, pulsating pain, and the whole situation in general, like on autopilot, the officer got up, wiped his face and calmly pushed forward to continue his job. He cleared the small room hidden behind the curtain, crossed the very long corridor to its end, and eventually left the building where half of his team was already waiting, done with their routes. Street joined them quietly, feeling too nauseous to talk. Deacon was the first to look at him, his eyes instantly went wide open.

-Street, what happened?! -he shouted, hastily approaching his blood-covered teammate and anxiously checking him for any visible injuries while he stood there absently as his mind began to drift away. -Oh god. Oh fuck no. I need some help over here!

From there, everything went a little foggy. Someone grabbed his arm and pulled towards the ambulance, where he got sat down, several raised voices surrounded him uncomfortably tight. He couldn’t understand a word though, sounds blended in together, overpowered by his heart pounding extremely loud whilst the brain fought hard not to panic.

A stranger bit him. Again.

But this time, it was so much worse because in addition to losing a chunk of dignity, he entirely lost Buck’s scent, which got replaced with a sickening stench belonging to that dead motherfucker.

It felt unbearably wrong to not have that familiar fragrance linger on his skin, as if he was suddenly naked, completely exposed to this dangerous world roamed by vicious predators. Not only that, he couldn’t stop wondering what his partner will say when he smells a different Alpha on him, sees the forced mark.

The painful mark a paramedic was now gently cleaning, observed carefully by the whole squad. Luca seemed to be holding his hand, and it helped to take the edge off, bring the muted senses back with a comforting touch. He was really lucky to have such caring teammates, who didn’t mind he was a bit more vulnerable than most of them. Other teams weren’t so understanding, from what he’s heard.

-Street, you good to walk? -Chris asked softly once the medic gave a green light. She was quite shaken up knowing her closest friend got hurt in this nightmarish way for a second time in his life. It shouldn't have taken place even once.

-Yeah. All good. -he nodded, letting Luca assist him with getting up onto slightly wobbly legs, which, thank the heavens, somehow managed to reach their vehicle.

During the ride back no one was in a mood to talk, so they stayed silent. Neither of them really knew what to say to not make things any worse until they entered the armory and Hondo finally spoke up.

-Jim, go home. -he ordered.

-I'm fine. I just need a minute to calm down. -Street disagreed, heavily sitting down on the bench, his knees too weak to keep standing.

-You got attacked, it's not fine, take the rest of the day off. -demanded the squad leader, his mind already made up. “No” was not a viable answer. Not today.

-I can work, it's fine! -the officer hissed through a clenched jaw. -No biggie. -he whispered, hiding his spinning head in shaking hands, a nauseous wave hitting him once again.

He wasn’t fine.

The wound sting, heart raced, lungs rejected air, and skin itched as if he was covered in dust. He felt dirty. And angry at himself too, because he should’ve been more careful or wear a stupid neck guard or just bond with his Alpha already, so he never loses his scent again. What a fucking disgrace it was, being branded like some cheap piece of meat.

-Can you give us a moment alone? -Chris asked in the background, and everyone seemed to obediently leave the room, aware there is nothing they can do. She then sat down next to her best friend and reassuringly squeezed his shaking thigh. -Jim, being through this before, you know the drill better than anyone else. The smell is not going to go away anytime soon, and will mess you up too much to think about anything else. Buck is not working today, have him sort it out for you, it's gonna take only a few minutes, and you'll be all good to return tomorrow. Do you want me to call him to pick you up?

Chris was right. There is no way he could keep going like this, and a solution was extremely simple, now that he got blessed with an amazing Alpha boyfriend.

-N-no. I'll drive. -Street sighed, trying to muster strength to get up when a painful realisation hit him once again. -He bit me Chris…that motherfucker…oh god…it's so disgusting…fuck, I need some fresh air. -he groaned, and quickly left the building, with no intention of returning.

That nasty smell had to go.

---

The call Buck unexpectedly got from Chris a few hours after he woke up to enjoy his day off, boiled the blood in his veins. He expected pretty much anything to happen to his boyfriend working such a dangerous job, but certainly not being bitten by some random piece of shit.

Waiting for Street's arrival, his Alpha instincts were restless as he anxiously paced around the kitchen. There was no way to predict what to expect. It was a second time occurrence, thus the affected man would either know how to deal with the emotional toll right away or get inevitably crushed by both old and fresh trauma. So when the door finally opened, and the extremely pale Omega slowly appeared, still wearing work clothes and looking like someone died, his heart dropped to the ground at this miserable sight.

-Jim…-Buck started talking, but didn’t get to finish. The officer hastily crossed the distance between them and wrapped himself around the concerned firefighter, who quickly crushed his partner in a tight embrace. For a few seconds he shook violently before the sense of security ceased the tremor. It was awful to see that usually strong, high-spirited person in such bad shape, but at least he was back home, safe. -I’m so sorry sweetheart. -he murmured, pressing a lengthy kiss to the short strands.

And that’s when it hit him.

The smell.

Ever since they began seeing each-other more often, his own scent started mixing with Street’s, creating a very unique, amazing fragrance. It was a natural biological reaction, signalising that an Omega is in a relation with an Alpha, thus is not currently “on the market”. If the pair wasn’t bonded, this would fade after a few days of being apart or could be instantly removed by someone else putting their mark. Like in Jim’s case.

The attacker’s stench was truly repulsive, immediately made Buck feel nauseous, while the anger at being unable to sense himself on his boyfriend clouded his view. He hoped the fucker who did that was dead.

-Can you make it stop? -the cop asked quietly, his voice so weak it broke the firefighter’s aching heart. The Alpha calmed down right away, brought back to reality by intense distress. This was not about him. Someone incredibly dear to him was suffering, helping them was an absolute priority.

-Of course. Of course, I can. -he whispered softly, showering Jim’s head with tender kisses, trailing them down towards the injured neck. Buck didn’t necessarily want to look at that but had no choice, gently removed the dressing, and froze, raw fury ignited in his chest at the shocking sight. The bite was deep, horribly bruised, surely painful, and so, so wrong. Not wasting any more time, he bit into the disinfectant tasting flesh, quickly leaving a second, even deeper mark over the horrific proof of violation.

Despite the sharp pain it caused, Street relaxed momentarily, feeling the disgusting smell slowly evaporate from the veins, get forcefully replaced by that beautiful warmth, and familiar affection. His whole body went numb, if strong arms didn’t support him, he would’ve probably fallen to the ground, overwhelmed by the rapid changes to his system.

They didn’t move for a good ten minutes, silently enjoying themselves while the disrupted emotions steadily returned to somewhat normal levels, considering the gruesome circumstances.

-Better? -wondered the Alpha, loosening the hold enough to look into his partner’s slightly glossy eyes. He wasn’t ready to let go completely, not yet.

-A little. -the Omega nodded before resting his cheek on the taller man’s shoulder, loudly inhaling the comforting fragrance. -I still feel his hands on me. -he added, cold palms sneaking under the hem of the firefighter’s shirt, making him shiver at the chilly touch when they moved around, stealing heat and caressing the shivering skin. Suggestively.

-That can be helped too. -Buck hummed, capturing Jim’s lips in a passionate kiss. Oh, how he loved their coping mechanism was sex. Talking about trauma and issues always seemed way easier after having a rushed, hot intercourse. As the tongues danced, he swiftly guided them towards the couch, neither interested in going upstairs. He sat down, pulling the officer down to kneel over him on the soft cushions. They quickly got rid of the upper clothing, bodies warming up impossibly fast. The Alpha skilfully unbuckled the belt and freed the growing bulge to the cop’s satisfaction, who moaned prettily into their joined mouths before having to part for much-needed air.

-Please just fuck me already. -Street huffed, brushing through his boyfriend’s hair while they looked each-other in the eyes, gazes foggy with arousal, hearts racing. Buck’s dick instantly hardened hearing that desperate request amplified by the sole sight of this unbelievably sexy man panting heavily as he begged to be fucked.

-Yessir. -the firefighter growled, tugging on the open pants, which soon met the floor, promptly followed by soaked underwear. Seeing the large, twitching in anticipation cock, he couldn’t stop himself from steadying those sturdy hips and licking that beautiful shaft, causing the Omega to whine loudly in pleasant surprise. -I’m sorry baby, can’t fuck you just yet. -he grinned mischievously before grabbing that beautiful penis, and swallowing it nearly whole.

The sound Jim made must’ve been surely heard in the entire building. It was so erotic, Buck’s mind glitched for a second when it went straight to his neglected dick. Somehow, this turned out to be the most challenging blowjob in history, listening to his partner’s shameless moans, he was on the verge of coming in his sweatpants, completely untouched. Too impatient to get some action, but not breaking the merciless rhythm, the Alpha reached between those muscular cheeks and pushed one finger inside the older man. He almost choked to death once Street spilled deep in his throat, cursing fiercely as a powerful orgasm rolled through his body.

-How dare you disregard your elders! -hissed the officer the moment his senses returned, making the firefighter laugh.

-I’m not sorry. -Buck smiled, leaning up to steal a quick peck off his boyfriend’s unamused face. -But don’t worry, I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you in the next sixty seconds. -he added, and not waiting on any response, swiftly shifted their positions. The Omega got pushed onto the couch’s backrest, his naked ass on perfect display, admired by the abnormally horny Alpha from his spot right behind. He hastily removed the annoying clothing and in one smooth move buried himself in the wet hole.

Pressed into those warm, smooth insides, Buck could clearly see the overlapping marks as the cop’s neck bent when he bit the cushion to muffle the euphoric scream. It was infuriating, seeing his precious baby violated in such a barbaric way. Not needing to think about this, his hand squeezed the nape before he started thrusting to cover the unpleasant view. This gesture forced out a loud whimper from Jim, for whom being touched in this exact place by his Alpha felt absolutely heavenly, despite the stinging pain.

-Harder. -he demanded, voice muffled by the couch. The firefighter wasn’t sure if the request referred to neck pressure or the penetration, so he put more effort into both those things, earning himself a series of ecstatic moans driving him crazy. -Harder! -Street barked, and Buck obediently delivered. He was literally lying on his partner at this point, brutally fucking into the tight ass, and nearly suffocating him with his clenched palm. Somehow, regardless of being in this animalistic state, the Alpha remembered they are, in fact, having sex in the living room, and managed to grab the pulsating tip in time, preventing it from ruining the couch once the orgasm hit them simultaneously.

The release was so intense, their brains shut off temporarily whilst burning bodies vibrated, overpowered by raw pleasure for what truly felt like hours. Exhausted beyond reason, the couple barely had any energy to separate, although knowing well enough they needed a shower asap, they dragged themselves to the bathroom to sit on the floor under the warm spray in hope to recover sometime soon.

Not wanting to risk infection, before leaving the steaming bathroom Buck insisted on disinfecting the open wound and putting a new dressing. His heart was heavy as he did so, but seeing Jim in a good mood -ranting something about Luca dying from starvation- made the experience a little easier. Which didn’t mean the officer was doing perfectly fine, the tough subject of him getting assaulted had to be eventually addressed, preferably today.

-I think we should talk about it. -he said, sitting on the bed and watching half-naked Street search the closet for an already worn, nicely scented hoodie. He’d always wear his Alpha’s clothes after having a shitty day. Adorable, however slightly concerning that it was a habit. -What do you think?

The Omega didn’t respond right away, he put on the chosen hoodie, approached his partner and pushed him on his back, so he could lie down next to him, their hands joined on Buck’s chest.

-I wish we didn’t have to. But I guess bottling up feelings is not the best idea. -the cop sighed, eyes focused on the ceiling. -It was the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. -he revealed, squeezing the larger palm a bit firmer before continuing. -Scarier than the academy incident for sure, because when that perp bit me, I killed him just so you know, and the adrenaline ran out, I realised I couldn’t breathe. There was this horrendous, rotten smell all over me, and not a trace of you. It truly frightened me. Your scent disappeared, and it was so wrong I nearly lost my mind, it felt like I cheated on you somehow, still feels that way to be honest. You have no idea how relieved I am to sense it again, to have my invisible comfort and safty back. -Jim concluded, turning his head sideways to look at his boyfriend, who absently stared at the ceiling in an attempt to not get emotional over the painful statement. -Buck…are you less angry now?

-What? -the firefighter frowned, confused by the odd question.

-Earlier, you kissed my head and got really angry for a moment there. -clarified the officer. -It was the smell, wasn’t it? You were furious I let some stranger mark your property.

-You’re not my property. -the Alpha reminded sternly. He hated when Street used that term to describe himself. -And you certainly didn't let him do it on purpose.

-I’m your Omega, it’s the same thing. -the older man shrugged nonchalantly.

-No, it’s not. -Buck barked before taking a deep breath to calm down. -But you’re right, partially, at least. I was mad that someone bit you, but not because it hurt my ego or something. It's just…when I couldn’t smell myself on you, it felt like a break-up. You always smell like me, Jim, always. So when you suddenly stopped…it, um, frightened me, because I know losing you would break my soul. There isn't even a word in existence describing how much you mean to me right now. More than anyone else, to be honest. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. -he whispered. unable to hide those strong feelings anymore. -You're my everything. -added, finally turning towards his partner, who gazed at him strangely.

The long silence that followed, despite the unbroken eye contact and their hands still holding tight, made him wonder if perhaps he shouldn't have said anything. And then, Jim spoke:

-I think I’m in love with you.

The firefighter instantly froze in shock. Love? No...this was not happening. This could not be happening. People do not confess to him. In every previous relationship he was the one putting major emotional effort, not the other way around. Why the hell was he being confessed to?! He should be doing that! It was great of course, he desperately wanted to be loved, but being disappointed so many times already, he stopped considering it a valid possibility a long while ago. Perhaps he was hallucinating. Or dreaming. Or finally losing his mind. Or all of that. There was simply no way the most perfect for him person he wanted to spend his whole life with just said they were in love with him, because that’s a crazy thing to say. Insane even.

-Nah, forget that. -Street shook his head, bringing his boyfriend back from spiralling into madness. -I don’t think, I am in love with you.

And oh, Buck’s heart exploded with pure joy.

For the first time in his life, Buck didn't feel like going to work.

After suffering those mild injuries, he was forcefully awarded two days of medical leave in addition to scheduled two days off. He spent all of them at home, lazily plastered to the couch with a remote in hand, while being absolutely spoiled by Jim whenever the older man wasn't at work. Which included eating nice takeaway since his right hand was wounded and Street could not cook for his dear life, laughing at silly reality TV shows Chris has recommended and having lots of hot sex because their relationship was still fairly new, therefore they were constantly horny for each-other.

It felt a little weird receiving care instead of solely providing it, as he should by nature, but Buck quickly realised there is no need to hide his true, needy self around his unbothered boyfriend who apparently immensely loved being "in charge". He has never met an Omega like that before: independent, strong, dominant. Every time they went somewhere public, Jim made sure everyone around unmistakably knew the handsome Alpha is already taken. Usually, their arms were hooked together as they walked, in bars Street's hand possessively lied on the firefighter's back, in stores, the officer liked to hold onto his partner’s clothes to prevent him from wandering off whenever he got sidetracked by something random that piqued his interest. This whole authoritative attitude was actually very appealing to Buck, who kept getting an instant hard-on whenever the officer effortlessly picked him up to either sit him on the counter for better blowjob access or to carry upstairs, throw him on the bed and then fuck senseless.

And yet, this tough on the outside man would still happily let his partner shower him with adoration and soft touches, wear his Alpha's scented clothes, demand full attention and seek comfort after a particularly hard day at work. Allow himself a moment of vulnerability.

Like right now, when he was comfortably, safely tucked between the firefighter's muscular arms, peacefully sleeping on the steadily rising, naked chest.

Buck couldn't stress enough how much it meant to him to finally have an opportunity to share with someone all those bottled up, tender feelings and receive exactly the same treatment in return, without going out of his way to make the other person happy. In all the previous, failed, relationships the Alpha hopelessly went the extra mile to keep the object of his adoration around, but this time? Last week, Street randomly brought him some beautiful orange flowers, nonchalantly said he saw them briefly in the flower shop before a raid and they instantly made him think of the bright, cheerful firefighter, thus he had to get them. It was a simple, completely spontaneous gesture, however melted his big heart on the spot because he always craved being thought about in such a considerate way.

Looking at his oblivious, visibly cosy in the loose embrace boyfriend, Buck couldn't believe this is real, that he now has a reliable partner who is there to stay longer. Possibly forever. He could already see himself spending his whole life alongside Jim, learning every detail about each-other, growing old together, having kids. Their current, shared priority was obviously career, although they both yearned for a happy, relatively normal family they never had once the timing is right.

Brushing through the soft, short strands, the Alpha wondered what would've happened if the unlucky SWAT officer didn't fall through the ceiling on that memorable day. If they never met.

He would most likely be still waiting for Eddie, hoping someday he says “I’m ready”, and they can properly express their deep, overwhelming love. Because they were in love, no doubt there, it was clear to everyone around that these two way-too-close firefighters at some point became more than just friends. Except they didn’t. One wanted more, the other couldn’t move on. The straight path suddenly split, and they went different ways. Away from their destiny. Maybe Eddie being stuck in the past was a sign whatever they had was not it. Perhaps they actually weren’t meant to be.

Buck sighed loudly to disperse those depressing thoughts. He was already stressed enough about the unavoidable confrontation with Hen and the rest of the team. Including Eddie. To calm down a bit, he buried his nose into the ruffled hair, inhaled that utterly relaxing scent resonating from the peaceful Omega.

-Baby, I'm sorry, but I need you to let go. -Buck whispered, pressing soft kisses to the top of his boyfriend's pleasantly smelling head. The vigilant cop instantly reacted, being a naturally light sleeper, shifted himself slightly to show he’s somewhat awake but didn't open his eyes to avoid waking up fully.

-Why?! -he whined, annoyed by the idea of having to move from his favourite spot.

-Work, Jim. You know, that place you go to when you are an adult and need to pay bills. -responded quietly the firefighter with a wide, fond smile. As it turned out after quite a few shared “sleepovers”, because they weren’t ready to move in together just yet, morning Street was not a happy Street, rather grumpy and particularly irritable.

-Stupid bullshit. -the Omega groaned, but obediently rolled aside. -Go. -he huffed before pressing the exhausted face into his abandoned, nicely cold pillow and adding in a muffled voice: -Don't die please, thank you.

-I'll try my best. -the Alpha chuckled as he carefully got up, trying not to disturb the cop any further, considering it was his first day off after six days straight, therefore deserved to sleep as much as he wanted.

One more time the firefighter looked at his probably already back asleep boyfriend. There was a particularly prominent bite on the bruised neck, right where the inactive now bonding gland is placed, and it kind of made him wonder…does he even deserve to put that anticipated, permanent mark on this seemingly perfect man? Does he really deserve Jim? 

---

All the way to the station, Buck could feel growing anxiety flood his tense body. He was not ready to talk with his team about Street, thus being put in such a choiceless situation was just awful. 

The firefighter parked in his usual spot, but didn't leave the car right away, needing a few minutes to mentally prepare for a confrontation. As he got out of the vehicle, a thought crossed his mind that maybe he should just run away and never come back. But aware bills won’t pay themselves, he took a deep breath, and bravely walked inside.

There was luckily no one from his shift in sight, so per usual, he went to get changed before doing anything else, in the meantime kind of praying for a complicated call to delay the inevitable. Once ready to roll, he climbed the stairs and found himself in a real life trap.

The whole crew was gathered around the kitchen island, evidently waiting for his arrival because the second he approached, every single one of them looked at him in the “spill the tea” kind of way.

Dammit.

-Alright. Let's do it. -Buck clapped his hands in a sudden influx of readiness to deal with the obvious elephant in the room. -Y'all most likely remember that day we almost died laughing in the truck after seeing a SWAT officer in full gear dangle from a hole in the ceiling. His name is Jim Street, and he happens to be my new boyfriend. We’ve been dating for two months now. -he outlined vaguely, knowing well-enough to fully satisfy the gossip thirsty sharks, one must give them a chance to ask whatever they wanna know. -Questions?

-How did that happen? -Hen started the interrogation. The curiosity has been eating her alive ever since she caught the familiar looking cop and Buck casually holding hands in the hospital after his accident, thus she couldn’t wait to get some clear answers. -Like I don't remember you two talking unsupervised at any point, unless you asked him out while cutting him off, which is a little too much even for you. Although not unheard of.

-Ha ha, very funny. -Buck rolled his eyes. There was no need to refer to his rather shameful phase when he tried to flirt with anyone remotely his type at any given opportunity. -My neighbour forgot to give me his spare key, so I could take care of his pet rabbit while he’s out of town for a conference. I dropped by the bar he owns to pick it up and that’s where I bumped into Jim again, on the very same day we met. And we clicked. From there it just…moved further. We went on a date, decided to try being in a relationship, and we’ve been together ever since.

-I thought you weren’t into fellow male Alphas. -pointed out Chim.

-That's not a question. -sighed the interviewed firefighter. -And Street is not an Alpha.

-Seriously? I had an impression that everyone in that crew was an Alpha. -Chimney frowned. His jaw fell all the way down to the ground upon learning only three members of 20-David were, in fact, of that specific sex.

-Why didn't you tell us before? -wondered Hen, a trace of disappointment lingering in her voice. And Buck couldn’t blame her, they were a team, there should be no secrets between them.

-We weren't really sure if we would work, so I didn't want to say anything in case we broke up soon after. -he clarified somewhat honestly. It wasn’t a lie by any means, but also not the full truth. Deep down, he simply didn’t have the courage to tell Eddie whatever they could have was over. That he doesn’t want him anymore.

-Does he make you happy? -asked Bobby, who without saying understood the reason behind Buck being so secretive about his boyfriend. This noisy bunch could truly be a pain in the ass sometimes, minding everyone’s business but their own.

Does Jim make him happy?

Street was notoriously the big spoon, he religiously wore only the scent marked hoodies whenever he went somewhere alone, from time to time would bring some random, incredibly thoughtful gift and not once complained about those never ending monologues on niche subjects Buck loved to perform on a pretty much daily basis. All that, plus many other things that no one has ever done for him. 

-Yes, he does. Definitely does.

-When do we get to meet him then? -Ravi wished to know.

-Dunno, next "family function"? -Buck grinned. -If I survive meeting his team this Saturday, that is. They are apparently not all thrilled that some firefighter started dating their Omega without prior permiss…

-He’s an Omega?! -exclaimed simultaneously the particularly noisy trio.

-Yeah, he is. -the blonde firefighter shrugged nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just get rudely interrupted mid-sentence.

-No way! -Chim shouted in utter surprise. -I thought our Ravi was a freak of nature with his height, but that guy? And he's SWAT? The fuck?!

-Crazy, I know. Was surprised myself when I realised. -Buck chuckled, remembering how shocked he was when he kissed Street for the first time and noticed that the intimidating man was neither an Alpha nor a Beta. -Can we please drop the subject? It's pretty new, there is not much to say.

For now, they agreed before engaging in a heated exchange about their teammate’s love life intertwined with Chim being scolded for casually calling their precious probie a “freak of nature”. The only person who was not involved in any part of both conversations was Eddie, who quietly listened from a safe distance, and once the questioning was over, silently left the kitchen. Buck instantly followed him downstairs to the locker room, aware that under the seemingly calm expression, intense emotions were surely raging.

He wasn’t wrong.

-I can understand not informing the rest of the team, but why didn’t you tell me?! -Eddie barked once they were alone. It was pretty obvious he wasn’t happy that the most important person in his life after his son, who he happened to have feelings for, not only started dating some stranger but also didn’t mention a word about it. -I thought we…we were working out stuff. -he whispered, voice now calmer, pained.

-Eddie…not changing a thing is not “working out stuff”. -Buck sighed heavily. Ever since he confessed, and his partner concurred, they were at a full standstill, kept acting like they were nothing more than close friends. There was zero progress. -I understood when you said you're not ready, even though I was. So I respectfully waited, and waited, and waited. Because I thought if in the end I get to be with you, then all that suffocating patience is worth the end prize. I was wrong. Do you remember when a few months ago I suggested going on a date, and you still weren't ready to move any further? It broke my heart, Eddie, 'cause how long can one wait? I couldn't stand it anymore, not being able to express my overflowing feelings, so I decided it's time to let go, and give them to someone else. Someone who wants them. -he explained. But wished he didn’t have to.

-...Buck. Is that why you started seeing that cop? To push me into changing my mind? -Eddie asked quietly, visibly devastated by what his best friend had just said. He was clearly unaware until now how much he was hurting Buck all this time by avoiding dealing with his own, fixable issues.

-No! Of course not! I'd never do such a selfish thing. -the other firefighter shook his head at the quite rude implication. -Jim…he makes me feel special, cares about me in a way no one has ever cared, and I think I want to start a family with him. It might be my Alpha nature speaking, but after spending that one night together, I immediately wanted to keep him. And I wouldn't be able to if you interfered, told me you changed your mind when I was still susceptible. That's why I kept the relationship a secret. -he revealed, even though those words barely managed to escape past the clenched throat. It was hard to admit he sacrificed his chance with Eddie over an Omega he barely knew, although that was the harsh truth, thus had to be said. -Eddie…I really hope you can find someone who'll give you the world once you're ready. We, however, can only stay friends, work colleagues, if friendship doesn't work for you. I'm sorry it has to end this way. -Buck concluded, his heart horribly heavy at the realisation everything they built over years was now most likely ruined.

Eddie didn't say a word. There was no need. He only nodded in acknowledgement, and left the room.

---

It was the worst shift in Buck’s life, worse even than the one when his leg got smashed by a firetruck, and it was not an exaggeration.

The overpowering cloud of unhealthy tension between him and Eddie could not only be cut with a knife, it seemed to affect everyone in the team since no one dared to mention anything about the most exciting discovery of the year so far. For the entire twelve hours they indulged in avoidance, small talk and picked up mostly work related subjects, which was not easy considering they got barely three simple calls the whole day. So once this nightmare was over, Buck literally rushed home, wanting to see his boyfriend and forget the awkward situation for at least a short while.

The man in question was upstairs, lying on a bed with phone in hands, busy texting someone from the looks of it, most likely Chris since those two officers were somewhat inseparable, in constant contact even when apart. He obviously was aware of his partner’s arrival but did not take his eyes off the device until the Alpha shamelessly climbed over him and took it away because he needed his uninterrupted attention for something quite important.

-Jim...I need you to fuck me. -he said very seriously, and Street’s pupils instantly went wide.

-Rough day? -the officer asked, his arms already reaching up to wrap themselves around the muscular back as a mischievous smile rose on the pleasantly surprised face.

-Rough day. -confirmed the firefighter before leaning down right into a heated kiss. He absolutely loved that Jim was able to read him like an open book, but also knew when not to ask follow-up questions.

His mind instantly turned foggy when the Omega locked them in a tight embrace, held their warming-up bodies closely while they explored each-other’s mouth. Street’s hands quickly slid under the thin material, and began to caress the tense spine. This specific gesture never failed to relax Buck, he eagerly leaned into the touch, feeling all the stress magically disappear. When the cop’s greedy fingers moved towards the belt, his hips instinctively raised to give Jim some space to free the growing erection. But instead of removing those already unzipped pants, the older man started rubbing the semi-hardened shaft with the back of his palm through the underwear, driving the firefighter absolutely crazy.

-Stop teasing me! -Buck whined as he pulled away from his boyfriend's swollen lips. A loud moan escaped him at the sudden increase in pressure on the strained penis. -Asshole! -he huffed, seeing how proud of himself Street was, a grin wide on his flushed face. The Omega only snorted in response, once more tightly wrapped himself around the taller man and swiftly rolled them over, so he could sit on his hips. From that position, Buck could now see the prominent hardness obvious in the stretched sweatpants, and damn, what a delicious sight it was.

-So impatient. -Jim chuckled, noticing the unsubtle writhing in search of any friction. He then took off his shirt in one smooth move, revealing all those chiselled muscles that always made the firefighter insanely horny. The Alpha's shirt followed shortly after, but the bottom layers stayed on, which was slightly annoying, although he was aware, in their relationship, patience never fails to be rewarded. As predicted, Street finally freed the aroused cock, pushed himself backwards to get better access and licked the sensitive flesh, causing the younger man to violently shiver at the ecstatic wave rapidly flowing through him. The tip promptly disappeared between the soft lips, paralysing the Alpha's ability to think for what seemed like hours, however was barely a few seconds before the cop stopped sucking the sensitive flesh.

-Turn around. -he demanded, and Buck obediently fulfilled the order, pressed his face into the pillow and waited for his partner to make him feel divine. Soon enough, the horribly problematic pants landed on the floor, followed by the underwear, and a juicy slap to one of the cheeks that caused them both to laugh. Jim then reached over the burning body to the nightstand to quickly grab some necessary supplies, placed a rushed kiss on the fragrant nape on the way back. It felt amazing, being taken care of while he simply lied there and enjoyed himself, because for the very first time he didn't have to prove anything to anyone.

When Street popped open a bottle, spread the stinging butt apart and began preparing the eager hole, all Buck could think about were those strong fingers skillfully working him open. His mind started to spin, muscles melted into the mattress, muffled moans filled the room as the Omega showered his spine with kisses while getting set to enter the needy insides.

-More. -he whimpered, more than ready for Jim's pleasantly big dick. They usually adhered to transitional "bed roles" although the firefighter could not stress enough how good it felt to be on the receiving side from time to time, especially with his current boyfriend who was exceptionally gifted.

-More, huh? -the officer hummed quietly, lining himself up and putting delicate pressure on the stretched entrance. He then confidently pushed forward, easily slid all the way in, completely overwhelming Buck's senses when the hard shaft grazed his prostate. -Fuck, babe, this slutty ass of yours is driving me absolutely fucking crazy. -Jim groaned, withdrawing a little before thrusting back in, slowly picking up a steady rhythm that soon turned quite brutal. The cop’s hand reached under his partner, pulled the hips high up to get a better angle, the other palm firmly pressed onto the arching spine. It was a rather painful position, but that’s exactly what the firefighter needed - being overwhelmed by strong, conflicting sensations. His mind quickly went numb, there was nothing in the world anymore, just an insanely attractive man silently fucking into him like if he was some toy, not a living creature. Which felt absolutely amazing, especially once the Omega bent over him, changed the pace to slow, long thrusts hitting the deepest parts. One hand shifted from the back to the neglected penis, wrapped around it tightly and began jerking the erected shaft.

Buck was close, moaning and squirming like crazy below his loudly breathing boyfriend, waiting for the blissful release to flood his burning body. Street must've been almost there too, throwing quiet curses while he penetrated the contracting insides. And then, out of nowhere, he bit hard into his exposed neck. Orgasm hit him full force instantly, blinded all his senses and filled to the brim with euphoric joy. Regardless of being clouded by arousal, he could feel the officer tremble as he spilled deep inside, which was so erotic, he nearly blacked out from the overstimulation. Fucking incredible.

They didn't leave bed straight after, despite being all sweaty and sticky. The Alpha comfortably laid himself on Jim's flushed chest, listened to the increased heartbeat while awaiting strength to return to his pleasantly limp limbs, unable to go shower just yet.

-You talked to Eddie. -observed the Omega, fondly grazing his partner's spine.

-I did. -the firefighter confirmed, feeling himself relax further as he leaned into the touch. Being in an excellent mood, he didn't mind bringing up the delicate subject to feed Jim's curiosity.

-He wasn't happy. -the cop deducted, making the younger man snort.

-Of course not.

-Please don't leave me. -Street whispered, so quietly Buck almost didn’t hear it.

And oh, that nearly silent plea broke his heart in half.

-Why would I?! -he exclaimed, utterly shocked by what his boyfriend had just implied. Leave him? The most amazing, one of a kind partner he wanted to spend his whole life with? Not. Happening. The firefighter swiftly pulled himself up onto his knees to tower over his distressed Omega. He then firmly cupped the tense face and looking deep into those saddened brown eyes said:

-Jim, sweetheart, I need you to know that I'd never enter a relationship if I wasn't ready to move on. I am not dating you to make Eddie change his mind or whatever. I'll not leave you for him. No matter what. Do you understand?

It stung, learning that all this time, fear of abandonment lingered in his boyfriend's mind. He was always the one dreading being dumped…except with Street, ever since they became an item, not once he felt in such a way. Thus didn't think the other half would.

-Okay. -the officer nodded weakly, clearly relieved by the reassurance. -So…I get to keep you then? -he clarified, even though he surely knew the answer already.

Upon hearing this absolutely adorable question, a wide, bright smile instantly creeped up onto Buck's face. 

*goot injyred in hisoital possibky be hinr later dint worrj*

Every bone, every muscle, every last drop of blood in Street's body froze when he read the chaotic message from Buck, who then went completely silent, didn't respond to any following texts or calls.

They've been dating for a little over two months now but Jim was yet to witness his partner suffer an unavoidable in his field of work serious injury. He's seen a vast variety of bruises, cuts and abrasions on the unfortunate firefighter, however nothing so serious it required hospitalization. Which meant this new, uncertain situation scared the cop terribly. As if he wasn't already a little anxious every time he watched his Alpha leave for a shift, worried it might be the last time they see each-other.

That was kind of hypocritical, considering the SWAT officer wasn't at all concerned about himself getting hurt on the job. Last week, a bullet flew inches away from his head and he didn't even flinch. It really showed how much he cared about Buck, even though their relationship has barely began.

And it was just perfect.

Obviously, it started a little chaotic, with Chris firmly stating she won't allow it unless she properly meets Buck first and gives them her "blessing". Which resulted in only slightly awkward double date and learning both Alphas actually know each-other, crossed paths in the hospital Amelia works at when the firefighter's leg got severely injured. Small world, huh? Jim was terribly nervous the whole time, his best friend's opinion mattered to him a lot, but he also really liked his guy and wanted to keep him. Fortunately, the other cop was moderately satisfied with the extensive interrogation, and let them be. She said: "He's a little weird, cos who the hell constantly smiles, but a good person overall, approved.".

From there, everything seemed to work great. Maybe things happened a little too fast for regular standards, but nothing was rushed, purely organic. As Street started staying at Buck's more often, it became clear how different they are, in a complimentary way however. While the Alpha turned out to be great at cooking and ensuring his boyfriend does not live off snacks only, the Omega made sure the firefighter always has clean clothes to wear, eliminating wondering if a shirt he found on the floor smells okay enough to be worn for a third time in a row. Which was surprisingly mature considering how little brain cells were between those two unbelievably reckless men. Their personalities fit well too, Buck brought a lot of light and stability into the cop's insecure gloom, who in return gave him what he's always wanted - a feeling he truly belongs somewhere. And what's probably most important, the crazy work hours didn't bother either because they both were completely obsessed with their beloved, demanding professions.

Even if those dream jobs could easily have them killed.

Going to the hospital, which address he got from the dispatch, Jim made himself physically sick by constantly thinking about worst case scenarios, even though it was obvious whatever damage the Alpha suffered wasn't that serious, he managed to send the odd text after all.

-Hi, sorry, I am looking for my boyfriend, Evan Buckley. -Street nervously informed the standing behind the desk nurse, a little short of breath from rushing over there.

-Evan Buckley? -she frowned visibly confused but after a few seconds of deep thinking her face brightened up once the realization hit. -Oh! You mean our regular guest Buck? He's in the third room on the left, right there around that corner. -pointed in the correct direction. The impatient cop mumbled his gratitude and quickly disappeared to see his partner. He opened the mentioned door and briefly froze upon seeing the extent of fortunately light injuries.

-Oh Lord, Buck, what happened?! -Jim demanded when the initial shock faded, hastily approaching the half-sitting on the bed shirtless firefighter. The left side of his neck and face was heavily covered in scratches and wounds full of glass pieces a very young doctor was carefully removing, while the other, somehow even younger, bandaged the right hand, a long cut peeking from under the unfinished dressing. He looked oddly pale, his usually gleaming gaze was now clearly dull, somewhat sad even. This joyless expression did brighten up significantly when he heard his boyfriend's concerned voice.

-Small explosion, fell on some glass. -the Alpha explained vaguely, trying very hard not to move and disrupt the treatment. Which was quite a challenge because he needed to touch his partner. -It's not as bad as it looks. You didn't have to come all the way down here. You're still on duty, aren't you? -asked, hoping to distract himself from the itching. 

-On-call. -Street nodded before remembering something that caught his attention a moment earlier. -The nurse called you a regular. Exactly how often do you end up in a hospital? -he wondered, instantly moving closer the second the doc was finished with the injured palm. His own instinctively gravitated towards the firefighter's muscular arm, grabbed it firmly and began to gently rub the warm skin.

-From time to time. -Buck grinned after deciding honesty on this subject won't do his already worried boyfriend any good. -Those poor med students have to practice on someone. -he joked, making the two women smile and earning himself a one very frightening death stare.

-You scared the shit out of me with that weird ass message. -the Omega whispered softly, looking down at the neatly bandaged hand. This could've ended way worse.

-Sorry babe, I suck at texting one-handed and my phone was dying, so this gibberish had to do. -the firefighter apologized, his heart feeling a little heavy upon sensing the officer's rapidly increasing distress. -I'm fine, really. Nothing a few stitches cannot fix. -assured, tenderly grabbing Jim's palm with his undamaged one. It was fascinating to watch how the anxious man immediately began to relax. Like if his touch was somehow magical. -You know...you look pretty sweet in your uniform. Can you like...bring it to my place some time? -he hummed, causing the involuntarily listening students to blush at that shameless suggestion.

-If you're well enough to joke around, maybe I should leave? -Jim rolled his eyes, utterly amused by the ease his boyfriend turned a serious situation into a joke with. And he was very thankful for that.

-Don't you dare! -the Alpha gasped dramatically, his blue eyes finally back to regular gleeful sparkling. Which made Street oh, so happy. -I need my emotional support boyfriend!

-Your who?! -exclaimed instantly a surprised, familiar voice belonging to a person whose arrival they failed to notice, too engaged in the silly bickering. The couple, still holding hands, instantly looked at the visitor. Buck's smile dropped like a rock, and he went eerily silent while the other man wondered where does he recognize this woman from. -I know you. -Hen informed, gazing at the police officer wide-eyed, clearly shocked by the unexpected discovery. -You're that cop who was dangling off the ceiling.

Nice, what a great achievement to be remembered for. 

-Street. -reminded the slightly embarrassed officer.

-What? -the paramedic blinked furiously, struggling to comprehend this truly confusing situation. Apparently, not a single one of Buck's friends as much as suspected he might be dating someone in secret. He must've been hiding it really well.

-Jim Street, my name. -he repeated himself, not breaking the weirdly intense eye contact. Poor Alpha seemed so lost in thoughts, Jim started to worry if the overwhelmed mind is not starting to overheat, as her response took a good while to form.

-Right. Um...I guess you don't need a ride then, Buck? -she asked, glancing at her teammate who was equally paralyzed with shock. Street had to nudge him with an elbow to force out a reaction.

-Thanks Hen, I'm good. -the firefighter smiled weakly, his hold on the Omega's hand tightened.

-Ooookay. Um, I'll see you whenever you are back, and don't even think there won't be a conversation. Because I need to know every detail. -Hen then informed before swiftly turning around and leaving the room. The door didn't even fully close, she was already texting someone, most likely to share her findings.

-Busted. -Buck chuckled nervously when Street looked at him. It was truly heartbreaking to watch his always cheerful partner so unnecessarily anxious, and he couldn't even pull him into a comforting embrace to take some of that unease away.

At the beginning of their relationship, the Alpha made it very clear he won't talk to his crew just yet, and Jim didn't really care to be honest. The firefighter wasn't of course ashamed, he was wary. After witnessing their friend get hurt over and over again because he had a bad tendency to dive head in into any romantic encounter, they became a little judgemental towards his choices and often tried to interfere. And knowing that, he was afraid they might make him doubt in this fragile one before he gives it a proper try.

-Only you, babe. -the officer reminded, reassuringly patting his boyfriend's shoulder. He obviously told Chris and Luca straight away, they were his best friends. The rest of the team found out almost immediately after he returned to work post-injury, thanks to the irritating flaw in design. It's very hard for an Omega to get rid of an Alpha's scent they were in prolonged contact with, especially once it enters the bloodstream and unfortunately, they were both into biting. The first time it was easy to explain, but when the unfamiliar smell stayed present for unnaturally long, it became evident he's been seeing someone. So he obviously had to confess to avoid being secretly investigated by this overprotective bunch. -Will you finally tell them? -he wondered, fighting very hard not to pet Buck's hair, knowing well-enough it would make him lean into it, therefore disrupt the focused doctor's work. 

-Do I have a choice? -he sighed, painfully aware at least three more people from his social circle were informed by now, if not everyone. This was surely the type of gossip you do not keep to yourself for a long time.

-You could always make up a lie, but you suck at lying so no, you have no choice. -Street hummed, glad his comment brought back the beautiful smile. His partner might've been skilled at hiding things, although once confronted, he was done for. That's how, among other things, Jim learned Buck would sometimes wear his Omega's freshly washed hoodies before putting them in the closet to leave the "I'm taken" scent on them. Which was both adorable and creepy.

-Ouch! I am already hurting, that painful remark was unnecessary. -the Alpha groaned, theatrically pressing a hand to the offended heart. -You are terrible at being an emotional support boyfriend. -he huffed, causing the older man to laugh sincerely.

-Well, I didn't expect myself to be any good at it either.

---

Once finally home, Buck's place that is, the pair found themselves on the couch, silently dozing off in a tight embrace after a long, emotionally exhausting day. The aching firefighter was resting on his Omega's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, while his back got gently caressed under the warm hoodie. It was immensely relaxing, basking in mixed, comforting scents as their safe and mostly sound bodies closely touched.

Neither of them was ready to admit it, although both recently noticed the unfamiliar craving for that affectionate skin-to-skin contact. This insufferable hunger kept increasing the longer they were separated, and required merely a pat on the shoulder to start subsiding. One time, due to unfortunate work scheduling they had no control over, the couple haven't met at all for a whole week. It was nearly excruciating, to the point Jim's at first delicate irritation began to get tainted with raw fury, which flared up any time some external factor made him angry. What in his job happened a lot, on a daily basis, really. Somehow he managed not to kill anyone on purpose, however came close a couple of times before seeing his boyfriend and instantly forgetting how terribly neglected he felt past seven days.

Which made him wonder how would he survive if Buck had died today. He couldn't fathom not holding this strong, fearless, vulnerable man ever again, not brushing through the silky, blond strands, not watching the peaceful expression on the awfully scratched face. It was such an unbelievable privilege, finding a perfect for him Alpha who enjoyed being taken care of and spoiled, even though nature shaped him to be emotionally reserved and demanding, not overly affectionate and needy as he turned out to be. Where the hell would he find another person like that? Nowhere, most likely. -Jim. I'm really sorry. -the firefighter whispered unexpectedly, breaking the depressing train of thought. His tone sounded somehow dejected, and it put the Omega on high-alert.

-For? -Street frowned, not sure what is the younger man referring to, but starting to sense growing distress. He moved his hand from the hair to the highly sensitive neck, hoping it will calm his Alpha down.

-Scaring you. -Buck clarified, instinctively leaning into the pleasant touch. -I shouldn't have sent that message, but at the same time I...desperately wanted you to come. -he confessed quietly, shyly even, and the cop's heart just dropped all the way to the planet's core once the horrifying realisation hit.

This whole time, how could've he been so fucking clueless?!

Busy being worried, he didn't even think of that obvious possibility.

-You got scared too, didn't you?

Bingo.

The firefighter's body tensed at that softly voiced, spot-on question. A subtle reaction the vigilant, concerned boyfriend easily noticed, and responded to accordingly, by tightening the embrace.

-...yeah, a little. -Buck snorted, curling up further in Jim's protective arms. -When that explosion happened...for a few seconds everything went very bright and very quiet and I...I thought it's over. That I'm dead. When the team drove me to the hospital, I was still pretty shaken up and couldn't stop thinking how better I'd feel if you were there to hold my hand. I knew you were at work and didn't need to be bothered but...I just wanted to see you so bad...I'm really sorry.

Street's brain instantly crashed, overwhelmed by what he just heard. That was...heartbreaking. He had no clue in what kinds of relationships this man was previously, however they surely must've been toxic as hell. Otherwise, Buck would never even think informing his significant half he ended up in a hospital and needs them to come might be a bother. It was truly infuriating this amazing person had such a low self-esteem and evident trust issues he felt like he has to apologize for a natural reaction to a stressor. Those negative traits definitely required some work in the near future to once and for all change that unhealthy mindset.

-I'm glad you texted me then. -murmured the Omega after finally returning to reality. He then buried his nose in the fragrant strands to inhale that amazing scent and calm himself down because luckily, the magic worked both ways. -Partners should depend on each-other. I've got your back. -assured, gently tilting the firefighter's chin, so he can look into those gorgeous blue eyes, now slightly saddened. -And I won't ever judge you. If something is troubling you, I want to hear all about it. So I can help. -he added, leaning down to capture his partner's lips in a tender kiss.

-Thanks babe. -the Alpha smiled fondly once they parted, quickly reaching for one more kiss before saying: -Who would've thought cops can be so humane.

There he is. Classic Buck, turning a highly emotional situation into a joke.

-And who would've thought firefighters can be so insolent. -Street mocked, delighted to sense the anxiety fade. -Wait, do you even know what insolent means, or is this term too ancient for you? -he teased, remembering how last week he was the one made fun of because he had no idea what some new slang word meant.

-Wow, who's being insolent now, huh? -pouted the firefighter. -Apologize. -he demanded in a manner that absolutely did not feel like an order, but a hopeless request. And oh, if the Alpha wanted to, with current strength of their connection he could effortlessly make the officer profoundly apologize on his knees. But he would never do such a thing, and the bratty Omega just loved knowing that.

-You wish. -Jim chuckled, ruffling the golden hair before slamming Buck's brightened up face into his chest. -Ugh! I am so lucky to have you! -he exclaimed loudly, pressing a juicy kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head, who straight on melted upon hearing the honest confession.

-Seriously? -asked hesitantly the Alpha as he pulled himself up to tower over the older man. He was always the one showering the other person with adoration, it was hard to believe someone admired him this much for simply existing.

-Uh-huh. You are everything I could wish for, I don't even know how to properly put in words how perfect you are to me. -Street nodded, reaching for the firefighter's uninjured cheek to caress it gently while they stared at each-other in silence, their eyes glowing with reverence. -So fortunate.

-I...I don't know what to say. -Buck admitted, blushing furiously. He, perfect? That was an insane assumption, he was definitely not perfect, not even close. And yet, Jim apparently liked the whole picture. Why?! -No one has ever felt about me this way, I think. -he revealed, unsure of what to say. The Omega didn't seem to care, he pulled his boyfriend down by the nape and wrapped the long arms around him, once again holding his partner in a tight embrace.

-It's pretty new, and weird, to me too. Feeling this way, that is. -he whispered into the soft hair. -But some day, we will surely get used to it.

*Hey, it's Buck! I really wanted to wait a day or two before texting, but turns out I can't stop thinking about you. U free on Sunday? I almost suggested a hike, lol. Not with that ankle, huh? Next time then! How does chilling on the beach sound? 🥰*

Jim couldn't stop reading the message over and over again, every time feeling fucking butterflies wreak havoc in his poor stomach.

Buck asked him on a date.

Not even five hours after they parted their ways.

Took him nearly twenty minutes to respond, overthinking every single word he wrote to make sure it didn't somehow sound stupid. Which totally made him feel like a teenager interacting with their first crush. So what? It was reasonably overwhelming that he managed to impress someone so much, they wanted to see him again on their next day off. And the fact that person happened to be a handsome, likeable Alpha firefighter only added more stress to the raging anxiety fire.

Street couldn't even remember the last time he was on an actual date. Perhaps it was the awful one last year. Tan was bothering him for ages to meet with some gay cousin of his good friend, so to once and for all make him shut up, he agreed. It was a horrible mistake. That Alpha dude, who was apparently a very respectable neurosurgeon, clearly wanted to own a what he called "a rare object" in a form of a jacked, intimidating Omega working a manly job. This statement, voiced barely fifteen minutes after they met, left the officer utterly speechless. He was baffled by how confident in his deep arrogance that man must have been to say such offensive bullshit with absolute nonchalance. Just...wow. Tan was obviously fired from any further matchmaking, and all Jim's following encounters were purely physical because he had no mental strength left to deal with some people's stupidity. He really hoped the upcoming one won't be another disappointment, which was an odd thing to suspect since they already spent a significant amount of quality time together. Still, Street was nervous. 

The next three days of doing absolutely nothing productive, because he was on that stupid medical leave, were a constant struggle as Jim couldn't fully focus on anything, too distracted by his Sunday plans. It was not clear what the exact idea was until Saturday evening, so various speculations filled his forced freedom. Not a single was correct, but at least the daydreaming killed the time.

Beer and sunset was what Buck suggested. How convenient, those were Street's two favourite things. Unfortunately, it also meant the firefighter wouldn't come to pick him up before the afternoon, which equalled lots of silly anxiety amplified by Luca being at work, thus not providing much-needed distraction. Fucking hell.

To muffle the ruckus in his head, the officer had to turn for help to the ultimate brain-numbing activity: watching reality TV. It's something Chris made him do on their days off before she moved in with Amelia and even after, the habit stayed, doing wonders to his noisy brain. So, hopefully dressed adequately for the occasion, he sat on the couch and fully immersed himself in a silly show until someone loudly knocked on the door, startling him terribly.

Fuck.

He lost track of time.

Nervously shaking only a teeny-tiny bit, Jim opened the door and almost whined when his stomach did a flip. No way that guy looked better than last time. How is that even possible?! Why is he so damn hot?!

-Hi there. Ready? -Buck asked softly, a wide smile instantly brightening his handsome face. 

Nope. Not at all. Can we cancel and forget we ever met?

-Yeah. -Street lied, quickly going back to grab his almost forgotten phone. -You alright Buck? You look tired. -observed upon returning, without thinking cupping the younger man's cheek and gently rubbing it as he examined the darkness prominent under the blue eyes. 

-Might get better in a sec! -informed the firefighter, pulling the Omega into a long hug, with nose pressed to his neck, deeply inhaling the comforting scent. Jim could clearly feel when the tense muscles slowly started to relax in the tight embrace. -I had the longest shift ever yesterday, can't wait to forget all about it. People can be really stupid sometimes. -explained vaguely once they parted.

-Tell me about it. -Jim rolled his eyes, turning away to lock the door. -Most of the people I get to "meet" are not only stupid, but also armed. Idiots and guns do not mix well. -he sighed, shaking his head in disapproval. -Let's go?

The whole drive to the beach, they talked about everything and nothing, mostly work related anecdotes interrupted by Buck's shockingly bad singing. It felt so natural to be around him, like if they met years ago, not a few days. There was no tension, no awkwardness, just pure comfort between them. Even on arrival, as they walked towards their destination and the Alpha casually held his hand, it didn't feel weird at all. Which was actually strange, since the officer was not used to the romantic part of intimacy, never experienced anything "relationship like", so this whole situation should be throwing him off. But it somehow wasn't.

They sat down on a blanket thrown over the sand, cracked open the cold beers and in complete silence enjoyed the beautiful view of an orange orb vibrantly glowing from behind the pinkish clouds, hanging over the horizon, nearly touching the line of calm water splashing lazily near them. The wind was a little chilly at this hour, although nicely refreshing, ruffling their hair with its slow gushes as their shoulders met, exchanging pleasant warmth. Watching that breathtaking sunset next to the most incredible person he's ever met was truly a dream come true. A dream that seemed too good to be reality. 

-Buck, why are you single? -Street blurted out of the blue, unable to contain curiosity any longer. He had to know what is wrong with that seemingly incredible man before they moved any further with this relation. 

-Ugly truth? -the firefighter chuckled after taking in a fairly deep breath. Street only nodded in response. -Well...for the past few years I've been hopelessly in love with my best friend and work partner Eddie. Ever since we met, and he introduced me to his amazing kid, Chris, I desperately wanted to be a part of this beautiful family, have those two incredible boys all to myself. Even if it meant giving up on my dream of having kids on my own. Eddie is a Beta, y'know? He had a wife, but she died last year. Anyway, for the longest time I've been hiding those feelings to not ruin our friendship, until one day I started noticing we've gotten closer than any friends should be. Around five months ago, I finally stopped lying to myself and everyone in our team, for whom it was obvious there is something between us. I told him how I truly feel, and he said that despite having feelings for me, he's not ready to start another serious relationship just yet. That's why I am single, Jim. I was too busy waiting for Eddie to change his mind. To let me love him. 

And, oh.

Jim could feel his heavy heart drop all the way to the ground.

And then Buck grabbed his fucking hand and squeezed it so tenderly it almost made him cry like a fucking baby because suddenly it started to feel like he chose him over the possible love of his life and all the chaotic thoughts of being a temporary replacement or a rebound or whatever else instantaneously vanished.

-I'm done waiting. -the Alpha smiled, fondly looking at the cop with those bright, blue eyes, and Street just melted. -Few weeks before we me met, I decided it's enough. My patience has officially run out, and I am more than ready to move on. -he assured, probably sensing or even seeing the Omega's already fading distress. -What about you? Why are you single, Jim?

Oh Lord. Why didn't he think beforehand that this question might absolutely shoot right back at him? Dammit.

Ugly truth, huh?

Very ugly indeed.

-I...almost killed someone once. -he whispered after gathering the much-needed courage, his jaw impossibly tense as he stared at the darkened waves. -It was back at the police academy. Everyone except me in my class was either a Beta or an Alpha, so they were giving me a pretty hard time, trying to force me to quit because apparently Omegas have no place in the force. I was changing by my locker one day when out of nowhere that one especially obsessed with harassing me fucker showed up behind my back, said "Maybe I should make you my obedient little bitch." and bit my neck. Hard. I fucking lost it. Next thing I remember is him lying on the ground, blood all over my hands, his face beaten into a pulp. They told me he developed a severe brain bleed, couldn't become a cop afterwards. And I couldn't trust any Alpha anymore, in fear they will try to forcefully make me "normal", an obedient little bitch. -revealed, quickly wiping a single tear rolling down his cheek. -If I am not interested in Betas and wary of Alphas, who do I date, huh? -Jim laughed nervously, not daring to gaze at the other man out of  unnecessary embarrassment. He's never told that story to anyone but Chris. She was furious.

-Damn, and I thought, I'm a hot mess. -Buck whistled, swiftly pulling the cop into his arms. -Guess we both are. -sighed, resting his cheek on the top of the other man's head.

-Not quite. I'm definitely hotter. -joked the officer, shifting himself to look at that pretty, slightly concerned face.  

-I'll give you that one. -chuckled the firefighter, capturing Street's lips in a quick kiss. -Fuck, Jim, you make me wanna keep you.

-You like damaged goods? -the Omega snorted in response, entangling his fingers into those soft blond strands.

-Duh! -Buck exclaimed. -No one should pretend they're perfect. It's really cool that you're not afraid to share your truth. -added with a wide smile, making Jim feel dizzy from all the affection he's been receiving. There is nothing more pleasantly overwhelming than being held by your crush while they tell you they wish to be with you. Nothing.

-Keep me then. -he offered. -I enjoy you Buck, a lot, actually. Even though we barely know each-other, around you I finally feel truly respected and...safe. It's not like I'm one hundred percent sure we would work, but I'd love to at least try. You don't have to respond... -tried to explain, but got promptly interrupted by a rather possessive kiss. -...right now.

-Are you for real?! -shouted the younger man, gazing at the officer in pure disbelief, his watery eyes sparkling with raw happiness.

-Do you seriously want me to repeat those most cringeworthy words I've ever said? -Street frowned, trying very hard not to blush after realizing what he's just shamelessly confessed. Buck laughed in response before leaning down to kiss his boyfriend one more time, stopping for a second to whisper:

-I'll take it as a yes.

---

They stayed on the beach until it got dark and too cold for sitting there in thin hoodies, the chill crawling under their skins despite being in close contact. Driven by the desire to go somewhere warmer, the two of them literally stormed through the apartment door, like some horny teenagers unable to stop touching even for a moment all the way back there.

Plastered to the wall, Street could barely breathe as their tongues mixed, unbelievably hungry and equally needy as their lower parts. Already hard in his pants, he hopelessly thrust into Buck's matching erection, causing him to growl and suddenly break the kiss.

-Carry me upstairs? -Jim immediately requested, wrapping his muscular arms around the taller man's neck, gently brushing the silky hair.

-Didn't you say you would let me do it only that one time? -chuckled the Alpha, firmly grabbing onto the sturdy hips while gazing into those foggy, starving eyes looking at him expectantly as they stood there pressed together, their dicks desperate to get some heavenly friction.

-Well, in my defense, I didn't plan on seeing you more than once. -revealed the cop blushing subtly. He certainly didn't predict they would meet ever again, let alone start dating, and was pretty sure it was a mutual feeling. Because who could've possibly predicted them instantly clicking? No one.

-Ouch! -Buck whined dramatically before obediently slipping his large palms under the beefy thighs and effortlessly picking his boyfriend up. -Are you aware you're not the lightest person in the world?

-Aren't you firefighters supposed to be like...super strong? -teased the Omega, tightening the legs around his lover to put pressure on their aroused cocks while the younger man hurried them to the bedroom. -You're gonna save on gym with me.

-I have free gym at work! -the firefighter giggled, carefully putting Jim back on the floor. -I do like that you are so ripped tho. It's really fucking hot. -added, unexpectedly pushing the officer onto the bed that creaked dangerously under his weight.

-Did I perhaps hit a nerve? -Street hummed after quickly recovering from the initial shock of being violently shoved. Buck only snorted in response and swiftly took off his white hoodie, soon joined by the bottoms on the ground. Gloriously naked, he then climbed over his fully dressed boyfriend and instead of helping him get rid of the itching material, focused on marking the round jaw with kisses. The cop whimpered in annoyance, desperately needing complete skin to skin contact, not merely a hint. His hands erratically wandered along the uncovered spine, gently caressed the warm flesh as his lover made him squirm, bruising the extremely sensitive neck. But still, it was simply not enough. So, he grabbed a fistful of golden hair and yanked them. Not too hard to cause any pain, but enough to grab attention.

-Buck, sweetheart, if you don't start fucking me anytime soon, I'll probably lose my mind. -he groaned, looking right into the visibly darkened, slightly surprised blue eyes that instantly widened upon hearing Jim's complaint. 

-On it. -assured the Alpha, and as promised began to undress him, starting with the hoodie. Once it was gone, Street shivered from the rapid change in temperature, the colder air unpleasantly licked the burning skin. Seeing the tremble, the firefighter started kissing his chest, tender pecks one by one led a trail all the way to the strained pants he easily pulled down, revealing the soaked underwear hiding the prominent erection. Jim was so hard it was physically uncomfortable. A loud moan escaped him when the suffocating penis finally got some air. Even louder one when Buck confidently licked it from the very bottom up to the leaking tip. The moment it disappeared in its entirety inside the velvety mouth was so intense, everything instantly went dark. He could only feel the utter ecstasy and hear himself produce the most shameful, erotic sounds forced out by his dick being skillfully sucked. There was no doubt he would not last long. The orgasm was approaching quickly, fueled by two fingers entering him in preparation for the main event. When they spread open, that did it, came on the spot, pressing deep into Buck's throat.

-Sorry. You okay, baby? -Street asked, seeing the younger man cough once he pulled away, his eyes visibly watery. -C'mere. -he ordered, extending an arm towards his boyfriend, who eagerly lied down on the heavily breathing chest, inhaling the familiar scent until the fact he was yet to release started bothering the recovering officer. -I'm pretty sure I mentioned something about fucking me. -he whispered suggestively, laying a gentle kiss on the sweaty forehead, more than ready to resume the fun.

That's all Buck needed to hear. Joining their lips, he pushed himself up and shifted to comfortably fit between Jim's spread legs. Without them parting, the Alpha lined his coming back to life penis with the loosened opening and effortlessly slid right in, completely filling the incredibly hot, twitching insides.

-Fuck, you feel so good. -he huffed, withdrawing a little before thrusting back in, his moves shallow to avoid falling out of the immensely wet hole. The Omega could feel his cock harden again as the other man began the unrushed rhythm and leaned down to bury his nose in the fragrant neck, nibbling on the skin from time to time. It was ecstatic, having such a sensitive body part played with, marked subtly by someone he truly cared for. He wrapped his arms around Buck and lightly grazed the arching spine while the firefighter's penis rubbed the throbbing prostate. Their mixed groans and moans started to slowly increase, but neither of them was interested in ending it fast. The new couple wanted to enjoy themselves. So, in tight embrace they leisurely followed the blissful release's path until the friction became unbearable, overwhelmed all the senses and forced the powerful orgasms out.

Later on, they curled up together, aching terribly, however insanely happy. Street had a hard time dozing off, tormented by disbelief in what has happened over the past few days. He met a guy in the weirdest situation possible, randomly saw him at the bar on the same day, slept with him, and then, after barely one date, became his fucking boyfriend. How crazy was that?! And even though it surely sounded insane, Jim didn't care in the slightest, being reverently held by a man who made him laugh was all that mattered, and he couldn't wait to get to properly know him.

The first "new" thing he learned was that he did not like waking up alone in someone else's house. Still half asleep, he rolled over, reached for his phone and with a good yawn checked the time. 9:17. Now it made sense - Buck's shift started over an hour ago. He couldn't believe he slept through him getting ready for work, and that he was even allowed to do so. Maybe they were together now, however, it was quite odd to let someone you barely know stay in your home without supervision. At least that's what Street thought. Not really keen on doing anything after having quite a night, it took him another forty minutes to get himself out of the comfortable, pleasantly smelling bed into the shower and then downstairs for a coffee. To his surprise, on the kitchen island, a single key lied next to a vibrantly pink note neatly folded in half with his name written on it, containing the cutest, most heart-warming message he's ever received:

Dearest boyfriend ♡

Work :(

Stay as long as you want!

Close the door pls

Jim couldn't stop a fond, intrusive smile from growing as he kept looking at the piece of paper.

Jim woke up terribly sore, a bit too warm and oh, so pleased. It was officially the best sexual encounter he's ever had and for the first time in the history of his one-night stands, he didn't feel the urge to sneak out before the other person woke up to avoid the irrational embarrassment, cringy small talk and awkward goodbyes. Instead, Street grabbed Buck's wrist and pulled it further to tighten the loose hold around his naked waist, a small smile rose on his plastered to the firefighter's chest face when the man shifted to press him closer.

-Good morning. -he hummed rubbing Jim's arm, still half asleep, not ready to open the eyes and acknowledge the harsh reality of being awake. Such a nice feeling it was, however, to not wake up alone for a change, to experience the comforting weight of another body, to be held. Buck couldn't remember the last time he actually slept with someone. He could surely get used to it.

-Good indeed. -murmured the officer, tilting his head up to nuzzle the dozing off man's horribly bruised neck. -I hope I am not overstaying my welcome.

The Alpha huffed softly, wondering what made Jim as much as think he's creating some kind of inconvenience. He kissed the top of the Omega's hair and whispered:

-Of course not.

They stayed in bed for what felt like hours, but was merely twenty minutes, not talking at all, just cuddling and enjoying each-other's presence. Street could not stress enough how amazing it was, listening to a quiet heartbeat and shallow breaths while his back got fondly stroked, surrounded by a pleasant warmth and a thick mist of the most relaxing smell. He wondered if being so comfortable in a literal stranger's presence was just a part of his nature that he never previously explored, too afraid of losing his precious, masculine personality.

-I should go. -he said, not moving an inch though, his body refusing to leave the tender embrace.

-Only if by "go" you mean to shower and then downstairs for coffee. -Buck yawned, untangling himself from his lover to relieve the stiffened limbs.

-Are you trying to coerce me into staying longer? -laughed the cop as he sat up right, glancing at that beautiful, muscular, completely naked man stretching like a cat, basking in bright rays of the morning sun. Should be illegal to look so damn hot at such an early hour.

-Maybe. -smiled the firefighter, opening his sleepy blue eyes that instantly went wide. -Oh God, Jim, what happened here? -he demanded, suddenly fully awake, firmly grabbing Street's wrist. The entire external side of his upper arm was a one massive, red and purple bruise that actually seemed worse than it felt.

-I...might have hit it yesterday. -sighed the cop, lightly poking the sore flesh. -It's nothing, really. -assured, seeing how concerned Buck's gaze was.

-Hiding injuries, huh? -the Alpha shook his head disapprovingly as he got up. He couldn't judge tho, himself being a very reckless person who often ignored damage to their own body. It did, however, make his heart feel oddly heavy, the sight of Jim's ugly injury. -I guess firefighters and police officers are quite alike after all. -he joked, fetching a clean towel from the wardrobe.

Street quickly closed the short distance between them, wrapped his arm around the surprised man's waist, pressing their shirtless chests together.

-Don't you ever say such profanity out loud again. -he barked, with the free hand painfully squeezing the prominent bite on Buck's shoulder. This must have been the source of blood in his mouth last night. -Shower together? -proposed, making the firefighter's eyes darken and his dick twitch. Not waiting for a clear answer, he clashed their lips in a greedy kiss and, minding the ankle contusion, let himself be slowly guided towards the bathroom.

The warm water felt incredible on the sticky with old sweat bodies as their tongues danced, hands lazily roamed the muscular backs, Jim's partially pressed to the cold tiles. He pushed his hips forward, giving the younger man a clear signal that his already fully erect penis requires attention.

-You're pretty fucking big for an Omega. -Buck observed, tightly wrapping his large palm around both hard shafts. A deep groan escaped him when he began to stroke them painfully slowly, forcing beautiful sounds out of his aroused lover.

-And you're pretty fucking obedient for an Alpha. -Jim responded, shamelessly sucking onto the exposed neck, suggestively groping that perfect, muscular ass as he further bruised the sensitive flesh. -If you allow me, I'll fuck you one day, I'm pretty good at it. -added, pulling away to look into the foggy, blue eyes.

-Let me be the judge. -snorted the firefighter, reaching for a small bottle standing on the nearby shelf. -Do it. -he ordered, shoving the container into the cop's hand. The confused older man glanced at the mysterious object. It was lube.

Fuck. Yeah.

Shaking with excitement, he quickly opened the bottle and generously coated his fingers. Waiting for them to move towards his needy hole, Buck rested his forehead on Jim's shoulder while still jerking them off. He didn't bottom often and never for an Omega before, but Street's huge dick looked like it would feel heavenly inside him. And that confident attitude? So fucking hot.

The officer swiftly lined up his fingers with the opening and, accompanied by quiet moans, pushed one inside. Buck shivered violently at the intrusion, which nearly costed Jim his sanity, being already brutally overwhelmed by the fact he's finally found a rare male Alpha open to taking dick. It didn't take long for a second finger to fit, the younger man must have been no stranger to anal, nicely stretching around the digits, slowly stroking the aroused cocks he blissfully relaxed in his lover's embrace, who peppered his bitten shoulder with tender kisses.

-We don't have a condom. -sighed Jim, nudging Buck's neck. They really should've gotten one before going to fuck in the shower.

-Ugh...behind the mirror. -whined the firefighter, reluctantly letting go of their joined shafts and moving aside, so the other man can reach the shelf. Street swiftly dealt with the issue, a few seconds later was already standing behind his lover, rubbing the twitching hole with more lube, simultaneously spreading the liquid on his covered penis.

-You good? -asked, caressing the muscular back as he lined himself up. Buck only nodded, barely audible please escaped his wet lips soon parted by a loud groan when the cop suddenly pushed into him, the wide cock effortlessly spread the entrance and easily disappeared in the contracting insides.

It felt so powerful, railing a strong Alpha moaning beautifully like a fucking Omega with each rough thrust, his hips trembling under the tight grip, leaning on the wall in fear the wobbly legs decide to give out. Jim absolutely loved being in control, even though his genetic makeup didn't necessarily agree. Clouded by raw ecstasy, he enjoyed every second of pounding that burning, chiseled body shaking like a fragile leaf. Impossibly turned on, the officer grabbed Buck's neglected penis and began to jerk it, speeding his moves to bring his lover to the edge. At that point, the firefighter's mind was blank, all he could sense was the lukewarm water hitting his skin and jolts of pleasure sparkling from his prostate being constantly grazed by Street's fat dick.

-Come for me, Alpha. -Jim demanded, feeling his orgasm quickly approach. The younger man mumbled something incoherent before he spasmed violently, cumming all over the wall as the Omega buried himself deep inside, twitching from the force of his own release. Still coming inside, he leaned over heavily panting Buck, wrapped an arm around him and just stayed there, laying gentle kisses on his neck, holding them close until they were both ready to part.

---

-Can I ask you something rather personal? -inquired the firefighter, handing Street a cup of fresh coffee as they found themselves downstairs, Jim sat on the couch with an ice pack on the resting on a pillow ankle the two of them somehow forgot was injured before engaging in physically demanding activity, therefore now stung terribly. It was so odd how not awkward at all has their morning been. They woke up, cuddled in bed, had hot shower sex and then simply got dressed while casually talking about their plans for the rest of the week, as if they knew each-other for years, not for literally twenty-four hours. And somehow, none of it felt wrong.

-Shoot. -the cop agreed, watching Buck take a sit next to him, a nervous glow visible in his blue eyes. 

-Why couldn't I smell you the first time we met? -he wondered. -I was able at the bar, but not before.

-Oh, that. -chuckled the officer, averting his gaze towards the dark, steaming liquid. He didn't mind clarifying, however, it was still a sensitive subject he preferred to avoid if possible. -Um...whenever an Omega joins police force, military or whatever "Alpha typical" field, they are offered temporary scent suppressants. I always take them before work, that's why you didn't smell me. The effect washed out during the day and eventually the scent came back, as you can clearly tell by now. -he explained, tightening the hold around the mug, painful burning easily muted the unwanted feelings flooding his chest. It always made him emotional, thinking about how hiding his true self is, and forever will be, an essential part of his life. -It's not mandatory, taking those meds, but you know...makes our lives easier when people think we are Betas.

Which was something he learned the hard way back in the academy as the only Omega in his class. The harsh words from his peers were somewhat easy to swallow, being well-used to hateful comments since the very day he presented, although what they did to him on a one random, gloomy Monday broke something inside him, made his mind despise with passion the fact he was not born "normal" or "better". Made him wanna disappear.

-I like the way you smell. -Buck whispered as he moved closer, reassuringly squeezed Jim's tense thigh, sending a pleasant, calming vibrations down his spine, because that's how being comforted by an Alpha often felt. He got that knowledge from his close friendship with Luca. -Like fresh wind on a sunny morning. 

-I smell like...fresh wind on a sunny morning? -Street frowned, shooting the firefighter a puzzled look. It was perhaps the first time someone described his scent, although he would have never expected it to be such a nice fragrance. -You missed your calling as a poet, Buck? -he snorted, causing the other man to laugh in a really fucking adorable manner, like if he was high on joy or something. It made Jim desire to make that guy even happier.

-Hot summer afternoon. -he said after taking a good minute to think about it. -You smell like hot summer afternoon.

And oh, Buck's face just lit up, a wide smile rose on his glowing face as he looked at the officer with pure admiration. He set his drink on the table, did the same with Street's mug, who didn't protest, slightly confused and fairly curious about what was happening. The Alpha then kneeled over the stretched legs, firmly cupped the cop's cheeks, and with utter seriousness in his voice asked:

-Did you just call me hot?

-No?! -Jim giggled, absolutely caught off guard by the ridiculous question, laughing further as Buck smooched his face while the large hands travelled down, easily slipped under the borrowed shirt and started exploring the naked flesh.

-Oh, I am pretty sure you did. -he hummed, pulling the material over Street's head, already gazing at him like he was a fucking snack. -Third time's a charm, isn't that right, you shameless flirt?

Jim didn't even bother to answer that.

---

Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours they spent together, and it was fucking mental, because who does willingly spend that much time in a stranger's house? The craziest part was, after all this time, Street didn't event want to leave, he was truly enjoying himself in Buck's relaxing presence. And sex was great too.

Once he found his phone long forgotten under the bed, and realized how many calls and texts he missed, the firefighter drove him back to Luca's, where the cop has been crashing for a while now. It was fairly unheard of, an Omega being platonic roommates with an Alpha, but they just...clicked, treated each-other as brothers from the day one. There was never any romantic chemistry between them, and the older man was actually openly aromantic, so they happily coexisted in their shared household without any weird emotions involved.

The ride was quiet, not really awkward, but some odd tension clearly lingered in the air, growing in strength the closer to the destination they were.

-Can I ask you out on a proper date whenever we're both free? -asked nervously Buck after he helped Jim get out of the car, firmly holding his smaller hand, the other entangled in the brown hair behind the ear, thumb gently caressing the soft jaw. Street's chest was so tight, he could barely breathe, oddly anxious about them parting ways, but at the same time overjoyed by the offer.

-I mean, you can surely try. -he teased, reaching for the back of the younger man's neck, pulling him down to press a feather-light kiss on his blushing cheek. -It was a pleasure to meet you, Buck. See ya. -he whispered, and without further ado, carefully watched by the firefighter, limped towards the building and quickly disappeared behind the door. 

Where some intense meeting seemed to be in progress.

-Hi there, Jim. We were just about to call the police, nice timing. -informed Chris, intense fire raging in her dark eyes. She and Luca were sitting in the living room, casually drinking beer at 10AM on a Wednesday. -Details please.

Details, huh?

-No idea what you're talkin' 'bout. -he mumbled despite being covered in bruises, fucking glowing, and wearing a too large shirt that was clearly not his.

-Street. Don't make it harder than it needs to be. -chuckled Luca, patting the empty spot next to him where the officer obediently sat, accompanied by a deep sigh. What was he supposed to say? That he had possibly met the most incredible guy out there and kinda wants to have a relationship with him, or that he had the best sex of his life and somehow managed to fuck an Alpha? He would never hear the end of it.

-He's amazing. -concluded, throwing his head onto the backrest to not look anyone in the eyes. -Really fucking amazing.

-Fuck me, are you blushing Street?! -exclaimed Chris, not believing in what she's seeing. 

-Fuck off, I am not! -he laughed, covering the flushed face with his hands. It was so embarrassing. As a grown man, a fucking SWAT member, he should not be blushing over some cute guy he had a hot one-night-stand with, maybe a date if the firefighter reaches out. Maybe.

-You totally are! -she gasped, suddenly getting up from the armchair to sit by her friend. -Are you gonna see him again? -Chris grinned, wrapping her arm around Jim's, itching all over from curiosity, the need to know everything fueled by the questionable state of his neck. He was always very protective about it, would never allow just anyone to touch it, let alone bite it. There must have been something really special about that Alpha dude, and she was not going to leave without finding out what exactly.

Street only smiled, feeling longing pleasantly squeeze his racing heart.

-God, I hope so.

---

After the interrogation finally ended and satisfied with answers Chris went home, Jim found himself lying in his bed, exhausted by the lengthy conversation and the unexpected flood of various feelings that reappeared after staying dormant for many, many years.

It was scary, terrifying even how a seemingly innocent encounter so heavily influenced his whole mindset. Made him re-evaluate his needs and rethink the personal goals that were solely career-oriented for as long as he could remember. It was always about joining SWAT, proving he is capable enough to become a respectable officer regardless of being in physical disadvantage. And he absolutely managed to do just that. 

So what now?

Street was never particularly interested in the concept of dating, not mentioning starting a family. From time to time, he would hook up with some unsuspecting male Betas, but avoided seeing them more than once due to this internal repulsion he had. His brain subconsciously kept blocking the ability to develop romantic feelings towards anyone who was not an Alpha. What was very problematic, because Jim avoided them religiously. Just an idea of being "domesticated" made him wanna throw up, and finding someone who would admire or even tolerate his dominant side and athletic physique without developing an urge to change him seemed impossible. So it was better to not try. Disappointment is a bitch.

Which kind of brings up a question of why the hell did he hit on Buck in the first place, knowing well in advance he was an Alpha?

By all means, Street did not listen to his Omega instincts like ever, but for some unknown reason he couldn't stop himself. Every cell in his body wanted to chase after that beautiful firefighter who saved his ass. And now, didn't want to let go of him.

No man before made Jim feel this way, conflicted, vulnerable, greedy. Buck is just so fucking perfect for him, there surely must be something horribly wrong with this guy, hiding underneath that pristine facade. A shockingly dark secret that would ruin the image of a friendly, bright, respectable Alpha the second it spilled. But to Street, it didn't matter. He was not flawless himself, barely containing his own horrible truth stuffed deep inside. Perhaps the two of them were actually destined to meet, the world finally realized how much he struggles and decided to put someone compatible on his bumpy path, give him a chance to at last fall in love. Have a happy ending. What seemed unreal because Jim seriously thought he cannot possibly be loved.

And then he got an unexpected text message. 

He really should have listened to his instincts and stay the fuck home.

Jim Street woke up with probably the most unsettling feeling he's ever experienced, the one that screamed bad things will happen. To him, surely. So like a semi-reasonable adult he was, the fearless SWAT officer decided to ignore that sensation of upcoming doom and went to his extremely dangerous job, feeling as if it could well enough be his last day on this planet. And maybe he was lucky enough not to die, but in the end, perhaps death would have been better than the humiliation he suffered.

The second their shift started, the 20-David got dispatched to multiple shots fired in an office complex under construction. The building turned out to be a twelve-story concrete skeleton in early stages of development, thus the team split up in search for potential suspects. Climbing the stairs up to the entrance of the eleventh floor, Jim clashed with a hostile trying to escape via the staircase. He swiftly ducked the few clumsy shots, quickly radioed his crew for backup and began the chase. Which was not easy, the floor on that level was clearly unfinished, the limited path was cluttered with materials, equipment and cables. Simultaneously focused on keeping tabs on the running man and not stepping right into one of many holes, he failed to notice when the looped cable caught onto his shoe. Few meters of sprint later, the cable couldn't stretch no more. The harsh, unexpected pull made Street lose the balance and fall down through the nearby opening. "Luckily" for him, the line was strong enough, instead of falling all the way to the ground below, the officer violently flew to the side, painfully hitting a support column he somehow managed to grab to stabilize himself. It minimized the swinging, but didn't change the fact that he was now dangling from the ceiling like a fucking chandelier.

For roughly ten minutes he hanged there, waiting for the team to finish the job, hand over the shooters and come to his rescue. Another five it took them to stop laughing hysterically before examining the situation their teammate found himself in and agreeing external resources were needed to safely get him down.

-This is the funniest shit I've ever seen. -chuckled Chris, wiping away the tears, having a hard time keeping composure when her best friend slowly spun in circles like a shish kebab, frowning furiously and cursing his luck once in a while.

-Chris, shut up and focus on recording. -ordered Hondo, poorly hiding a wide smile behind his hand. -No one's gonna believe without a proof.

-I see it with my own eyes and still cannot believe it. -hummed Luca, cautiously observing the younger man. What happened to him might have been funny, although the cable could snap at any moment. Jim wasn't hanging that high, but could still break his neck upon impact. -Send me those pictures later, Chris, so I can print one and hang it in my locker.

-Do you think this cable will hold him long? -wondered Tan taking some pictures himself. 

-He's not that heavy, I bet he could hang up there a whole day. -responded nonchalantly Deacon, looking outside at the pulling up firetruck. Shortly, six people emerged out of it, grabbed some equipment and quickly headed inside.

-Should I cancel the firefighters? -snorted Chris, waving at Street when his face was in direct view.

-This! Is! Not! A circus show! -he screamed. -Take me the fuck down!

-We told you there is no way! -she shouted back. -Gotta wait for the fire guys!

-How long?! -Jim whined. -Not to complain, but this position is rather uncomfortable, and I think I can't feel my leg anymore! 

-You think?! -exclaimed worryingly Luca. The relaxed atmosphere suddenly tensed. Street losing feeling in his leg was no joke. He needed to get down, now. -Where the fuck is that backup?!

-Right here! -called out a calm, male voice coming from the staircase direction. An older firefighter emerged from the entrance, followed by five more. Hondo quickly approached the man to let himself known as the leader of this Doom Squad. He briefly introduced himself as Captain Nash and proceeded to assess the situation. -We will have your guy back down in no time.

Two younger firefighters, Eddie and Buck, were sent upstairs while the rest debated if the air cushion they have on them would fit in the limited space. It wouldn't. The second-best option was to simply pull the stranded officer up. 

-Can't pull him up Cap, rough edges could tear the cable. -reported the blonde man upon returning from the higher floor, making Street sigh very loudly. He didn't need any more bad news, he needed solutions. Luckily, the firefighter had one: -I say I lower myself from up there, grab him, then we cut the cable and go down.

Captain Nash frowned furiously before nodding eagerly:

-Okay, let's do it. Take Ravi with you. 

The three guys quickly moved back up with necessary equipment. At that point, Jim couldn't give any more fucks. He was not feeling well. It's been around twenty minutes since he fell. His head was pounding, eyes tired out, the tied ankle was getting numb, in contrast to the bruised arm that began to burn. The officer was dozing off slightly when some small concrete pieces bounced off his uniform and flew down. He looked up to see one of the firefighters standing at the edge of the opening, cheerfully talking to the others working upstairs before beginning to carefully lower himself on the line he was attached to.

-Hey Jim, I am Buck, you okay up here? -asked the man, assessing the situation from closer perspective. He didn't like how tight the cable was on the leg. It had to come off soon.

-Do I look okay?! -barked Street as the sleepiness got abruptly replaced by deep frustration. He absolutely hated needing help. -I am dangling like a fucking piñata!

The rescue guy snorted so hard the officer was officially ready to die from embarrassment. After apologizing profoundly, Buck explained vaguely the process of getting them back on the solid ground. The firefighter would put a harness on Jim, identical to the one he was wearing. He would then hold him still while his teammate cuts the cable. After that's done, he would rotate him upwards, and they would be lowered down. Easy-peasy, the firefighter said.

It was, in fact, not easy-peasy at all. At least not for Street, who almost vomited upon returning to "normal" body position, feeling the blood and contents of the stomach move around to the correct places. His eyes went so blurry for a few seconds, he didn't even notice reaching the floor until the injured ankle flared with pain under the pressure of his weight.

-Shit! -he cursed, tightly grabbing onto the firefighter's shoulder to regain balance. The man instinctively shifted and wrapped his arm around Street's waist. -Fucking hell. -whispered the officer, glancing at the throbbing leg. The leather shoe was terribly mangled, but still intact, hopefully saved the flesh from severe damage.

-How about we sit you down? -suggested Buck, with a compassionate smile, slowly guided Jim towards a stack of wooden panels where he quickly got surrounded by his relieved team and tended to by a female paramedic. Hen was her name. She gently took off the shoe and pulled the sock, revealing a prominent mixture of dark colors painted on the burning skin. Luca reassuringly rubbed the tense back of Street's neck when a quiet fuck escaped his mouth. He prayed it to only looked that bad. Being benched for a long time was out of question, not when he was still pretty new at SWAT. If he lost the spot...there would be nothing left.

-Huh, seems like the shoe and the length of the cable saved the day. -she hummed, slightly rotating the ankle, making Jim's eye twitch in discomfort. Seeing that, Chris moved closer to squeeze his shoulder. Maybe it was a rather hilarious situation at first, but in the end, her best friend getting hurt was no fun. -Some swelling, bruising, broken vessels, and a few pulled muscles for sure, nothing more than that I believe. -informed the paramedic as she requested an elastic bandage she then began to tie around the injury to prevent from straining further. -Rest and ice should do the job, but you may want to have it looked at to confirm. -Hen concluded, supportive smile flashed on her face. -Done. Are there any other injuries?

-No, I am good, thanks. -Street lied, not keen on bothering anyone anymore, he wanted to leave already and forget about this horrible day. The arm didn't even hurt that much, he could always go to see a doctor later. 

-Want a ride to the hospital to see a surgeon? -Hen asked standing up, but Jim denied.

-I will go if I must, I happen to know one and their girlfriend owes me a big favour for being an ass today. -he smirked, pinching Chris's hand, who laughed mockingly in response and roughly ruffled his hair. 

-Well enough to joke around, I see. -observed Hondo, putting a stop to the immature shenanigans. -Let's roll, shall we?

As it might have been suspected, helping a rather heavy man with one unusable leg get down ten flights of stairs was not easy. Both Luca and the firefighter politely offered to carry him, which ended in Jim saying he may be injured, but is fully capable of committing murder if anyone dares to throw him over their shoulder. So, the overly proud SWAT officer for ten minutes, possibly more, hopped on his one leg all the way outside, minimally supported by Chris holding him firmly. Once out of the building, Luca, bless his thoughtful heart, offered to move Betty closer. Street, leaning on the wall next to the entrance, was unwillingly watching the video of himself when the fire crew passed by, packed up and ready to leave. When the tall one emerged, Jim realized something. He hasn't even thanked him.

-Hey, you over there! Buck?! -he shouted. The firefighter stopped abruptly and turned around with a puzzled look.

-Thanks a lot man!

The warm smile that appeared on his, quite handsome actually, face before he nodded and disappeared behind the firetruck, made Street's chest feel weirdly tight. An emotional response he instantly recognized. 

The Omega side of his was clearly attracted to that fine, Alpha guy.

---

Somehow, after being sent home and later forced to see a doctor, benched for a whole week Jim ended up in a bar, having early evening drinks with Chris and her partner Amelia, whom Street absolutely adored. His two favourite girls met, not surprisingly, in a hospital, roughly half a year ago. That time, it was Luca who required medical assistance after getting hit by a perp with a metal baseball bat so hard, everyone around could hear his humerus crack. The second the tall, confident surgeon with a fierce sea of long red curls and radiant, blue eyes entered the room, Chris was gone, visibly unable to form any coherent thoughts all the time the beautiful Alpha spoke. Before the doc left, she glanced briefly at the absent-minded officer in a very specific way, giving Street an opportunity to act. He knew well enough his best friend was hopeless at initiating relations with people she was attracted to, thus he ran after the lady and gave her Chris's number. The rest was history.

-Next time, listen to your instincts. -suggested Amelia upon hearing how Jim vaguely knew in advance some misfortune was overdue to strike him. -Doctor's orders.

-No need to tell me Ams, one questionable feeling, and I am not even leaving the bed. -sighted the cop, twirling the half-empty beer bottle on the coaster. He was still a little shaken up, the pain in his side now muted by painkillers kept reminding he could've easily died today.

-Hey, Street, isn't that the firefighter that rescued you? -asked suddenly his teammate pointing with her head at a man chatting with a bartender, bringing her friend back from the depressing thoughts.

-...yeah, it is. -Jim hummed, focusing his attention on what was his name? Buck. Damn, he looked real good in the uniform, although in the casual setting was not lacking at all, defined muscles nicely hugged by a pinkish t-shirt on a side of too tight, round ass clearly outlined by dark blue jeans. Simple, but effective.

-Which one? -demanded Amelia, absolutely passionate about any type of drama. She followed Chris's gesture and instantly whistled. -Woah, he's fine. You should totally go for him. -implied, making Jim avert his gaze.

-You guys think? -he frowned. -I mean, he is pretty hot. -added, once again turning back to glance at the handsome firefighter. Was he even if that man's league? It would feel horrible to get humiliated in front of the same person twice in a single day.

-When was the last time you got some D? -asked Chris, knowing well enough she's never heard him talk about any recent intimate encounters. And he, by all means, wasn't shy. Just not getting laid. 

-Oh Lord, no clue. -he chuckled. Trying to get into SWAT and then working extremely hard to keep the prestigious slot was his sole focus lately, there was no time to bother with hookups, let alone dating.

-Exactly! -she exclaimed, supported by Amelia's eager nods. -Go! Maybe you will finally stop third wheeling us.

Seeing the firefighter disappear in the bathroom, he made the decision - fuck it. There was not much to lose, only some dignity and self-confidence. 

-Wish me luck. -Jim laughed, encouraged by the girls, quickly gathered his stuff, carefully got up, and slowly limped after the man.

Buck was washing his hands when Street quietly entered the room and leaned on the heavy door, arms crossed over his chest.

-Hey. -he said eventually, making the Alpha twitch in surprise, definitely not expecting anyone to talk to him. 

-I know you. -observed intelligently the firefighter as he turned around, initial confusion in the blue eyes swiftly turned into joyful gleam. -Hi there, officer. -he smiled, drying his hands with a paper towel. -How's the leg?

-Fixable. -Jim answered shortly, starting to overheat, feeling as it was a big mistake to attempt flirting with such an attractive person. He had no idea what to say. Or how to escape.

-That's good to hear. -Buck nodded, throwing the paper away. -Is there anything else I could help you with? -he asked, taking a few steps closer, gazing at the cop in a way the older man couldn't exactly place. Like he wanted something but wasn't going to say what, rather waited for Jim to give it to him. And for the love of God, Street hoped he is not wrong about it because he was about to risk it all.

-I'm not sure. -murmured the officer, not breaking the intense eye contact. -Depends if you are willing to assist me once again. -he added, suddenly pushing himself away from the door and not at all purposefully losing balance on the injured ankle to have the firefighter instinctively stabilize him. The large hands holding the waist burned terribly on Jim's sensitive to touch skin, as his own, greedy palms attached themselves to Buck's hard chest.

He couldn't believe this silly stunt actually worked. 

-My duty is to serve the ones in need. -smirked the blonde man, lowering his face to capture Street's lips in a long, sweet kiss. -Hmm, that's unexpected. -he whispered once they parted, nuzzling the soft cheek as he inhaled the surprising, very pleasant scent. -Would you like us to move somewhere more...suitable to continue? -wondered, wrapping his strong arms around the other man in a tight, possessive embrace. 

-Yes, please.

---

The second they entered Buck's apartment and the firefighter pinned him against the door, Jim's mind went completely blank.

Their starved lips instantly crashed, tongues intertwined, exploring the depths of wet mouths as the desperate hands roamed the muscular bodies, sneaked under the shirts in search for skin-to-skin contact. Street's lungs struggled to breathe, filled with that amazing smell of an aroused Alpha, who growled when their hips crashed, pressing together the obvious erections. Upon hearing the dominant sound, the officer barely kept his composure, not keen on the Omega side taking charge. Trying to stay in control, he groped Buck's ass with one hand while the other travelled up to the bright, silky strands, entangled itself in them and pushed the head down to deepen the heated kiss.

-Where is your fucking bed? -he demanded, backing away far enough to roughly pull the younger man's hair towards the back to get better access to that beautiful, fragrant neck. He sucked onto the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of red marks accompanied by a series of very loud moans, Buck's trembling in pleasure body went all limp in his lover's arms. It was so fucking hot.

-Upstairs. -the firefighter managed to say, his previously sharp gaze now glossy, head still tilted up as he pointed at the staircase. There was no way in hell Jim was climbing it with this injury. He completely let go of Buck, confusing him horribly, but before he asked what's wrong, Street rolled his eyes, threw his arms around the marked neck and whispered:

-I'll let you carry me this one time.

And oh, Buck didn't need to hear no more. Swiftly grabbed the muscular thighs and effortlessly pulled the cop up, which was quite impressive considering how heavy Jim was. He quickly moved them to the bedroom, further turned on by the Omega's hard cock pressed to his stomach, and gently lowered him onto the mattress. Not wasting any time, he started unbuckling Street's strained pants while he got rid of his shirt, hoping his developing bruising gets left unnoticed in the weak light.

The firefighter slid his palm under Jim's ass to lift the hips in order to pull the jeans down, making him gasp in relief when the pressure on his penis lessened. The soaked underwear quickly followed, leaving him completely naked, while Buck was yet to undress. 

-Enjoying the show? -he barked, biting off moans as calloused fingers tenderly grazed his abs, trailing down towards the flushed head, but not touching it, just lingering around the prominent erection, teasing.

-I do. -snorted the Alpha, taking off his own shirt, revealing a breathtaking, athletic body covered in odd tattoos. At this point Jim wasn't sure if he's going to survive seeing what's under those pants that soon joined the rest of clothing on the floor. His heart briefly stopped. 

It was fucking huge.

Street has seen dick before, although only in Betas and never so big. He swallowed heavily, wondering how this monster is going to fit inside without tearing him apart. Buck, oblivious to his lover's worries, leaned over the cop and kissed him while his hand got to work down there, one finger easily slipping into the leaking hole, promptly joined by another. Their horny dicks rubbed each-other as he stretched the entrance, trying to prepare it to easily accommodate his width. Jim was melting, his mind going in wrong directions, Alpha-pleasing noises started involuntarily escaping his throat as the firefighter penetrated him skillfully. A long, low-tone groan escaped Buck's lips when he abruptly pulled away, reached for something on the nightstand and, slightly shifting to better fit between Street's spread legs, suggestively ripped the small package with his teeth.

-I need you to tell me if it's too much. -he ordered, pulling the Omega's ass onto his bent knees, lining himself up as he waited for a verbal response. Jim struggled for a second to collect any coherent thoughts, too overwhelmed by an incredible sensation of being touched and cared for by a strong, respectful Alpha.

-I will, but I kinda want you to make me scream. -grinned the officer, through foggy eyes watching Buck's pupils go insanely wide before he inhaled sharply and with zero warning, in one, smooth move fully buried himself inside.

Street was done for. He choked on air, shocked by the unfamiliar sensation of being filled with such large penis, which actually didn't move at first, the firefighter politely waited for his lover to adjust, even though raw desire burned his flesh alive. Pressing impossibly deeper, he nearly glued himself to Jim's chest, crushing his neglected erection between them, leaving feather-light kisses on his trembling jaw. When it stopped, he started slowly thrusting into those incredibly wet insides, picking up the pace as the cop began to respond more adequately once the tense muscles finally relaxed. The Omega weakly threw his arms around Buck's back, nose pressed to the warm shoulder, basking in the lovely scent while the younger man fucked him senseless, grazing the prostate over and over again with the fat shaft.

-More. -Street whined, causing the firefighter's spine to violently shiver and his vocal cords to purr like a fucking wild cat, his moves now at brutal speed, powerful enough to make Jim's eyes roll to the back of his head as he got flooded with pure ecstasy. -Oh God, Buck, just like that. -he cried out, clawing onto his lover's sweaty back, feeling the orgasm approach fast. -I'm close. -blurted, his back arching, stranded dick pleasantly sliding between hard abdomens. The Alpha's low groans mixed with the Omega's louder moans filled the whole apartment as the thrusts turned erratic, signalising Buck's not going to last long either.

-Me too. -he agreed, pressing his forehead to the nook of the officer's flushed neck. -Come with me, Jim. -whispered before biting into that painfully sensitive flesh as his hips bottomed down for the very last time, completely breaking Street's mind. His entire body spasmed, insides contracted on the heavily spilling penis when the orgasm hit them both at once, blinding their eyes, shaking them to the core. He could somehow taste blood in his mouth, but had no recollection of where it came from. And felt too good to give a fuck. Buck, still twitching from the insane force of his release, although more coherent now, shifted to lay a tender kiss on Jim's parted lips.

-Please, stay. -muttered the Alpha under his breath, shyness clear in the quiet voice. Street only smiled in response, pulled the other man closer and started to reassuringly stroke his warm neck, an intimate gesture that spoke clearer than any words could. 

Ghost fucking hated joint exercises.

They always felt so...unnecessary, especially now with his many, many years of unquestionable, extensive experience and equally impressive mission portfolio. He's a cold-blooded, efficient, reliable killer, but apparently that is not enough for the army. The ten days long training scenario with allied international teams was mandatory, what he learned during the hopeless attempt to somehow get out of it.

"Please, don't test my patience Simon. Suck it up.", Price said, not even for a second looking up from the documents he was working on. That guy surely didn't take anyone's crap and it showed. Ghost couldn't blame him, being in charge was not easy, a tremendous responsibility of keeping a bunch of reckless idiots alive mixed with a shocking amount of paperwork. Himself, Ghost would never want to be in such position, immensely enjoying the exclusive field work. But it doesn't change the fact he was still pissed. Fucking bullshit, stupid ass exercises.

And if that was not enough, something weird started happening around his boyfriend.

The new guys seemed to really like him.

Which was rather surprising considering König's intimidating and unapproachable aura combined with the spooky looks of a crazy tall, ripped beast wearing a creepy mask. Also, the young soldier was openly hostile towards strangers, not interested in making friends unless it was absolutely necessary or somehow beneficial. He often remarked that there is no reason to bother if you're probably never gonna meet them again. Quite a reasonable assumption in their field of work to be honest.

Why the sudden change then? What was so different about those soldiers, he decided they were worth his precious attention? 

Ghost had no fucking clue. But wished he had because this whole peculiar ordeal was weirding him out.

They knew each-other for almost two years now, been officially dating nearly a year and a half, and it was the first time he witnessed the Austrian publicly act in such manner: engaging in an actual conversation and using whole damn sentences instead of nodding in silent acknowledgement. Sounds like something completely normal, although not in this case. In addition to being big and scary, König was very quiet and noticeably withdrawn due to rather prominent social anxiety he still struggled with. It took the lieutenant months to get his utterly fascinating partner to feel truly comfortable around him, even though the two of them crossed the intimacy line not too long after they met. And all that hard work to uncover what exactly hides under the thick protection layer was totally worth the trouble.

At least that's how it felt before. Cos right now, it looked like König didn't mind acquainting with a bunch of random people, opening up a little. Perhaps it was a positive sign, he needed to start working on those social skills sooner or later for the teamwork's sake, and it probably wouldn't be troubling Ghost much if not for that one soldier who literally glued himself to the Austrian.

The fucking French guy.

A vibrant red light flashed in his mind the second they got introduced. There was just something about that non-stop smiling man rubbing the lieutenant the wrong way. Cedric, or whatever the fuck his name is, was slightly taller than Simon, but rather slim build, had very short dark hair and something sparkled in his brown eyes when he saw König for the first time.

Since then, he constantly followed the masked killer, talking about devil knows what and making the Brit's instincts scream in an itching need to eliminate the unlikely threat. Why did he perceive this dude in such an intense way was a mystery. Never being in a relationship before, the concept of being jealous was not only hard to comprehend - admitting to it seemed impossible. Ghost was too proud to have such juvenile feelings, especially ones implying he has vulnerabilities of some kind. It was also incredibly stupid to think his boyfriend might cross the line. König would never. They were working great as a couple, their extremely different personalities surprisingly turned out to be a perfect fit, and it was obvious how deep their bond is. Yet, he talked to Cedric as if they knew each-other for years, was visibly comfortable in his presence, clearly wasn't minding the unfamiliar hands frequently touching his arms, back and waist as they laughed together. And maybe at night the Austrian as usual kept sneaking into Ghost's too small for the two of them bed to fall asleep between his strong arms, but somehow this sense of uncertainty didn't want to leave him alone. It was fucking annoying.

So on the sixth day of this shitshow, when Gaz had to physically stop him to prevent a major case of "friendly fire" from occuring, after the French soldier whispered something right into König's covered ear, Ghost decided enough is enough. His boyfriend needed to stop being close with that guy right fucking now, or double murder will be on the menu tonight. 

Not wanting to make a scene in public because it's not how a stealthy assassin operates, Simon patiently waited for an ideal opportunity to strike, forcing himself to stay calm and vigilant while that fucker shamelessly flirted with the seemingly clueless Austrian. Oh, how he wished it was an enemy soldier, not an ally. He would be long dead.

Luckily, an opening to act formed on the very same day, after everyone was done for the day and more than ready to hit the bunks, exhausted by a challenging training scenario, including the lieutenant who after having a work related chat with Price, slowly walked back to sleeping quarters when he saw it, and rage started to burn. There was a hand in the middle of König's chest firmly pressing him into the hallway wall, while the other palm gently pulled on the thin face cover, as if the Frenchman was trying to persuade the younger man to remove it. Which was absolutely not fucking happening for two reasons:

1. There was nothing König feared more than having his mask taken off in public, and would never consent to such a thing.

2. No one was touching Ghost's boyfriend without his consent.

The lieutenant quickly crossed the distance between him and the pair, grabbed Cedric's neck and shoved him backwards, right into the opposite wall.

-Learn how to keep your hands to yourself, or I will fucking break them. -he warned, gazing furiously at the terrified soldier struggling to breathe with a strong hand tightly squeezing his throat. Ghost for a second considered holding for a little too long. End his life. But feeling something repeatedly tug on the back of his shirt, the Brit hesitantly let go of the suffocating man who immediately fell to the floor, and dissatisfied turned around towards the clearly distressed Austrian. His eyes turned glossy, making the lieutenant's anger slightly fade. -With me. Now. -ordered, grasping König's arm before dragging him in their room's direction, leaving the heavily panting man behind.

It was an unpleasantly silent walk, tension so dense, a knife could cut right through. The younger soldier obediently followed his boyfriend, knowing well-enough that a visibly pissed Ghost should not be messed with if one wished to stay alive, what he learned the hard way a while ago when he got himself separated from his team and recklessly injured. 

-Ouch! -the Austrian whined once his already sore body roughly hit the wall the second they entered the dark bedroom. -The fuck you doing Simon?! -questioned when the lieutenant's muscular arms cornered him, desire to kill resonating from his hostile posture.

-You're mine. -he growled. -Mine, and no one else's.

Till death do us part.

-Of course I am, you know that! What is this about?! -demanded the younger man, struggling not to break the painfully intense eye contact, aware his partner hates when he tries to avoid confrontation. It was uncomfortable, but it truly did help to be a little more assertive.

-I just very much dislike my property being played with. -the Brit responded vaguely, confusing the hell out of the other soldier, who thought the anger was caused by his new friend crossing the line when he wished to see the hidden face.

-What are you talki...Ach du lieber Gott! -König gasped once the shocking realisation hit him like a truck. It wasn't about Cedric messing with the mask, it was about Cedric in general! Someone was feeling insecure. There was no reason for him to worry and yet, he almost killed the poor French guy to protect what's rightfully his. -Babe, are you jealous? -he asked confidently, despite suspecting that bringing up such a delicate subject to an already furious assassin might not be the brightest idea.

-I don't get fucking jealous! -Simon barked before dropping his pounding forehead onto the Austrian's shoulder. He was exhausted from all those intrusive, unidentifiable emotions mixed with rage spin inside his mind. -I don't. -sighed in resignation.

He was jealous.

Or rather afraid to lose someone so insanely important to him, the sole thought made him feel sick. Ghost didn't think at this point he could just...let König go. He owned every piece of that beautiful man, who unknowingly had Simon wrapped around his finger.

-So this whole week...you must have been in agony. -implied the Austrian, wrapping the long arms around his boyfriend's wide back, leaning down to speak closer to the covered ear. -Watching Cedric and I get a little too close, spend nearly all the time together, talk, laugh, touch. How did that make you feel? -whispered, gently caressing the tense spine with gloved palms. 

Ghost snorted in disbelief. How did that make him feel?! 

Like there was an itch under his skin he couldn't scratch off. An annoying sensation that intensified terribly any time he saw the two men together, lost in their too comfortable world he wasn't a part of. It fel...wait. What did König just say? Getting a little too close?

...he knew that soldier was flirting with him.

He knew...because he allowed him to!

-...fucking bastard. -Ghost hissed, roughly pushing himself away from the taller man's embrace, pure fury burning in his eyes. -You did it on purpose, didn't you?! You flirted with that French fucker to piss me off! -he shouted, firmly grabbing his boyfriend's shirt and violently shaking the heavy body. -Why?!

-Doesn't matter why! -the Austrian refused to explain, clearly embarrassed by getting caught red-handed, and scared a bit. He just wanted to make Simon jealous, didn't expect his silly game to escalate to the point of being in real danger.

-It does to me! -the Brit informed, his tone somewhat calmer but still dead serious. -Babe, I need you to tell me what I did. Now. -demanded, letting go of the trembling soldier, taking a step back to give him space.

-...you called me your friend. -König mumbled after a moment of hesitation, and upon hearing that, the lieutenant's jaw just dropped.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Roughly two weeks ago, the two of them were chilling in a bar after a "civil" mission in a big tourist city, when an old acquaintance of Ghost appeared out of nowhere. Surprised by this unexpected meeting, he might have introduced his boyfriend as a friend. Which was an honest mistake, the lieutenant was still not used to being in a relationship, let alone talking about having a long-term partner. He didn't even realize what happened until now! That adorable idiot seriously needed to learn how to properly communicate his problems. 

-You're a fool, König. You should've said something, I would've corrected myself, you know I would. -he sighed, gesturing for the younger man to take his mask off. Once the blushed face was in full view, he cupped those soft cheeks and pulled his boyfriend down for a sweet forehead kiss before letting go. -Well, I wanted to teach you a lesson for acting up, but perhaps in this situation, I should let it slide. -the lieutenant shrugged nonchalantly, already moving away towards the tiny bathroom to shower before sleep.

-I strongly disagree! -exclaimed the taller soldier, quickly grabbing Ghost's arm to stop him. -For being a brat, I absolutely deserve to be thoroughly punished!

And, oh, Simon did like hearing those words very, very much.

-Alright then, you attention-seeking whore. -the older man nodded, swiftly removing his own mask as he circled the Austrian and stopped behind his back. -On your knees, sweetheart. -ordered firmly, and without a warning, swung his shin right into the back of the soldier's knees, making him instantly fall to the ground with a loud thump and a surprised gasp. The younger man was thanking the heavens for the soft knee pads when Ghost shortly appeared in front of him, holding his thick, half-hard penis in the large palm. -You know what to do.

König's eyes went wide, dry throat subconsciously swallowed at that mouth-watering sight. Of course he knew. His lips instantly parted, tongue slid out in an inviting gesture, ready to taste the hot flesh. Not wasting any time, Simon roughly shoved his length into the opening, and began to fuck the choking soldier's face, his pace absolutely brutal. It was crazy hot, seeing the scary killer tear up while the fat dick deprived him of oxygen. Nevertheless, the Austrian seemed to lack gag-reflex, clearly well-used to having this cock in his mouth. Thinking about it made Ghost rock hard. The wave of pleasure encouraged him to speed up the thrusts, chase the desired release. To make himself feel even better, he cupped the head and held it steady as his hips bottomed down in the contracting throat.

-Goin' to come, baby. -he groaned, feeling the orgasm approach slowly but steadily. The precise movements soon turned erratic, breathing got louder, euphoric fog clouded the sharp eyes. A few more times the lieutenant slammed into König's mouth before burying himself fully inside to reach the ultimate relief. 

-Good boy. -the Brit praised his starved for air boyfriend as he withdrew, a warm hand gently caressed the flushed cheek. -Now, I'm going to take a shower. In the meantime, you'll get naked, prepare your pretty ass to be fucked and nicely wait for me right here on the floor. -Ghost ordered, crouching down to meet the glossy eyes. -If you touch yourself, I'll break your arms, is that clear? -he asked, firmly squeezing the painfully erect crotch strained by tight pants.

-Yes, sir. -the Austrian obediently responded, earning himself a second tender forehead kiss prior to his partner leaving.

Simon did not plan on taking a break, however it somehow felt appropriate to make König wait as an additional punishment for his shameful behaviour. And oh, despite being more than ready to fuck that slutty hole, he did take his sweet time, knowing his boyfriend won't disobey, will be sitting in the exact spot he pointed at, silently begging for him to return and touch the neglected penis.

Ghost was not wrong, once he left the bathroom, the big, scary, naked assassin was on all fours, chest plastered to the ground, head resting on a flat pillow, wet with lubricant cheeks high up in the air, exactly where they needed to be. The position was so erotic, the lieutenant's dick fully hardened in an instant, a purr escaped his dry throat as he approached, hungrily squeezed the muscular globe while the other hand traced the spine, sliding down to the neck it firmly grabbed and pressed to the floor. Bent over his man, the Brit kissed the burning shoulder and whispered:

-I hope you prepared yourself well.

König's mind glitched when the wide shaft forcefully slammed deep into his tight hole, filling him to the brim. Not giving a chance to get used to the feeling of being stretched insanely wide, the cock quickly retreated, just to thrust again a moment later. Ghost's brutal, powerful rhythm clearly mirrored how he felt seeing his boyfriend around Cedric - like he was about to lose his fucking mind and go on a rampage.

-You're mine, don't ever forget that. -Simon groaned, clawing onto the trembling hips, ensuring there will be bruising. Maybe no one would see it, but the knowledge this beautiful, strong body is marked with his presence was somehow comforting. The Austrian didn't respond, busy moaning and whining as the massive penis constantly grazed his sensitive prostate. After such a long time, the lieutenant knew exactly which angles turn the vicious killer into a whimpering mess. To tease him even more, he slid one hand towards the erection, trapped the base between two fingers that only sat there, putting some much-needed pressure, although not making König feel any less frustrated, opposite actually. -Apologize. -Ghost demanded, slowing down the thrusts, ruining the approaching orgasm for both of them. What was something he did not enjoy doing until one day, by an accident, he learned how emotionally his partner reacts to being denied sexual pleasure once he was close to release.

-I'm so-so sor-ry!...It was a mmmistake! -the younger soldier cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow. -I was s-s-stupid!...Ne-ever aa-gain...promise! I promise! -he assured, hopelessly wriggling his butt to feel some more friction inside, where the soaking wet cock moved horribly slowly.

...so pathetically predictable.

Ghost laughed at that clear distress, and promptly adjusted the speed to get them back on track, his thrusts very purposeful, aiming to make them feel good quickly, so they can catch as much sleep as possible. The hand holding the twitching penis, wrapped fully around it, finally started jerking the leaking shaft as their bodies collided. The sudden flood of arousal overwhelmed König's barely working mind to the point all he could sense was Simon's burning touch. Nothing else existed.

-Now. -the older man ordered, realizing he is merely a push away from falling off the edge. The Austrian understood the vague request perfectly, his stretched insides contracted violently when the painfully hard cock for the last time thrust into Ghost's palm. The Brit's weight instantly pressed him to the floor as he heavily overflowed the hole, his own spending penis uncomfortably trapped between the floor and his chest kept releasing as well, no end to be seen.

They stayed connected on the dirty ground until it became unbearable, too greedy and exhausted to let go right away. Once they parted, the lieutenant had to physically drag the other soldier under the shower, his limbs numb from the awkward position, brain still not operating properly. He was sore, weak and needed Ghost to take care of him. Which always happened, no matter how mad Simon was.

A truly responsible owner. 

-König, you asleep baby? -he asked as they lied together in the too small bed, entangled in a close embrace, the satisfied Austrian peacefully dozing off on his naked chest. -I have something important to tell you.

-Not yet. Soon. -mumbled the younger man, leaning into his boyfriend's hand gently caressing his damp hair.

-Good. -Ghost whispered, and before elaborating further, pressed a tender kiss to the flowery smelling head. -Flirt with someone else ever again, I'll make you dig your own grave.