#vesper writes

The downpour of rain fell around Alexander in a silvery curtain as it rolled off his umbrella. He’d left his apartment earlier that afternoon in hopes of making it back before the rain started. Though, to his displeasure, his manager had picked today of all days to go on another long tangent instead of staying on topic. An hour-long conversation about how poor his acting had turned into a nearly four-hour-long monologue about how Alexander was still packless as he approached 40. He’d told the man that he’d rather be alone than deal with all the legal compilations that came with joining a pack, or even starting his own. Truth be told he wasn’t only lying to his manager but to himself as well. If someone were to look closely they would see how much living outside a pack weighed on him. 

He’d been wrapped up in his thoughts so tightly that he hadn’t seen the man coming towards him until they collided with a loud thud. The impact untangled him from his thoughts as he grabbed the man by the shoulder pushing them back slightly. Opening his mouth to yell at them but the sudden realization as their eyes met caused whatever angry words he’d been ready to throw at the man to escape him. Finding a familiar pair of chestnut brown eyes staring into his slate gray ones. “Al? What are you-” he cut himself off as the man’s scent hit him with the full force of their normally muted perfume. A normally earthy and slightly floral scent had a syrupy sweetness coating every breath Alexander took.

He didn’t need to express what Alucard’s scent was telling him, the man in his grasp who had fooled everyone into believing he was an alpha was clearly an omega. One that was dangerously close to their heat. Alexander removed his hand from Alucard’s shoulder to opt for holding onto his wrist instead. Choosing to pull the now shivering omega behind him as they hastily walked alongside the side of the brick buildings. Making use of the still open umbrella in his hand he hid their faces from view. Being thankful that the man he was pulling behind him was dressed casually in a black sweater and dress pants, rather than his signature red suit. As they made their way through the scantly filled streets they came to an intersection where the lights of a heat hotel came into view. The hazy neon glow of looping red letters spelled out ‘Heat & Rut extended stay’. In that moment it felt like the glow of the sign was equal to that of the stained glass windows of an old church. 

The pair quickly crossed the street parting the tinted glass doors of the hotel, no bell chimed as they entered into the saving grace. They were greeted by the sight of a large screen, Alexander was silently thankful that the hotel wasn’t run by another human. He let go of Alucard’s wrist for a second as he closed his umbrella, the loss of warmth making the omega let out a choked whine that was quickly cut off by a cough. The alpha couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips nor the unease that was still settled deep in his gut. Still being able to feel his friend’s heat on his back was the only comfort he had as his fingers quickly typed away on the screen. He slid his card into the reader just below the screen a moment later a red key card and ticket came out of a slot next to the reader.

Holding his collected items in one hand and maneuvering his closed umbrella to the crook of his arm he was able to hold onto Alucard’s wrist again. Both men let out a joined sigh as the small point of contact was reestablished between them. They made their way deeper inside the hotel, after taking a few twists and turns down the vacant hallways they found their room. Alexander unlocked the door, ushering Alucard inside before himself. He took a moment to glance down both ends of the hallway pleased at not finding anyone watching. Stepping into the room just in time to hear the click of the bathroom door closing.

The room before him was bathed in a dim warm light with the walls being covered in dark oak paneling. A wooden cubby was flushed against the wall to his left, having a pair of black Chelsea boots already within one of the slots. Alexander slipped off his pair of burgundy oxfords placing them into the slot next to the boots. Letting out a soft sigh as his sore feet sunk into the plush gray carpet. Taking off his dark gray trench coat and hanging it on the wall opposite the cubby. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he walked down the short hall that led to a large open space. In front of him was a sunken circle covered with bedding in various fabrics and textures all in neutral colors. Two dark oversized armchairs sit against the far wall facing the pit, choosing to sit himself down in one of the chairs with his legs outstretched and his fingers intertwined in his lap as he waits for Alucard.

It wasn’t long before the dark-haired man stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a black silk robe that was tied loosely at the waist. Where the robe hung open allowed for his pale skin to peak through from the inky pool of darkness that was the silk, underneath which he wore only a pair of red boxer briefs. His arms were crossed over his slim chest as his eyes bounced around the room before meeting Alexander’s from where he stood at the archway. The two stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Alexander’s voice broke through the stillness of the room. “How long?” 

Looking away from the man sitting in the chair, his voice was hushed as he answered, “It should be about two or three days.” There was an annoyed exhale from the man. “And you thought now would be the perfect time to be outside like this? What the fucking hell was so goddamned important Integra or Walter couldn’t grab you!” his tone came across as angry, though it was one of concern but that didn’t stop Alucard from letting out a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. As annoyed as Alexander was with the omega, he was glad to see some of the fire coming back to his personality. “That’s none of your fucking business. I’m just going to stay in this fucking room with you until my clothes are dry.” Taking off his glasses and tilting his head slightly to the side, he stared at Alucard. “It’s nine in the evening Al, I’m not letting you leave this room until it’s morning so you might as well get comfortable.” The omega huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You’re not my alpha Alex, you don’t have any right to keep me here!” Letting out a huff, the alpha stood. “I wouldn’t have to if your alpha actually gave a damn about you and kept you home!”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me you fucking asshole! I’m not some weak little flower that would crumble with a gust of wind!” Each word the omega spoke came out with a rumbling growl as he stomped his way across the room to stand a few feet away from Alexander. “I never said you were weak Al, just that you should’ve been kept home. You should be taken care of during your heat, not out running around doing gods knows what.” all anger was gone from Alexander’s voice as he looked down at his pissed friend. “What would you know about taking care of an omega?” Alucard squinted his eyes at the man who was nearly twice as wide as he was but only a few inches taller. 

He wasn’t going to back down from going home tonight, he wanted to be in his own nest, with the ghost of Integra’s scent wrapped around him. Alucard had gotten good at taking care of himself during his heats, no longer needing Integra’s touch to get through the blinding lust and pain. It wasn’t like the two of them were bonded to each other, the alpha didn’t feel how much it hurt him that she wasn’t there. It was Alucard’s fault, he had made it known from the beginning he wasn’t looking to be marked by the alpha or even have her there during his heats. She’d shared his nest with him in the early days of being a pack, enough to mark it with her scent in the hope of making his heats a little easier. It had worked for a little while, he’d found comfort in the pillowcases that held the whispers of her within their threads.

They’d known each other since they were young, having met in college as they were both studying for their bachelor's in fine arts. She’d found out about his secret on a rainy night similar to this one. She’d offered him to join the Hellsing pack, seeing him turn up his nose to society's ideas of what an omega could and couldn’t do to be commendable, an attribute in a friend she’d want in her life forever. He’d accepted her offer without thinking of the emotional bond he’d have towards her. Being orphaned to a church as an infant, he never knew what it was like to be part of a pack, and with the little taste Integra had given him, he was grateful to just have that. A taste of something he’d come to wish to have a feast of.