All grown up

I continued to slowly kiss the small omega in my arms. His slightly tanned skin was warm and soft. I wanted him so badly. I didn't even care about sex, I just want him to stay in my arms forever. I want to see his cute little red face every day. I want to claim him as my own.

However, I'm not sure my parents would like that as much as I would. Mikey suddenly broke the kiss."Hey, are you ok?" He asked. I could hear slight concern in his voice. "Yeah I'm fine. I was just...thinking." I said quietly. "Well geez, don't kill yourself over there." He giggled. I love his laugh. It's adorable, just like him.

"I'm not. I'm just a little worried about what my parents will say. They aren't prejudice against werewolves, but I'm not sure how they'll react to you staying over and...our activities." I flushed slightly red at my last statement. Mikey raised his brow at me and smiled. "Hey, worst case scenario, they hate me and I leave. It's not a big deal." He replied.

"I thought you didn't have anywhere else to go?" I questioned. "I don't, but I could always ask Johnny. He's my brother's best friend. I would just prefer not to live with someone that has ties to my brother. Plus, he brings a new fuck-toy in just about every night." He said with a slightly irritated face. "Oh." I replied simply.

"Well my parents will be home in the morning if all goes well on they're flight, so we at least have tonight." I stated with an obvious blush across my face. "Are you trying to suggest something? Because if you are- m-my ass still hurts..." Mikey stammered. I laughed. "No- no that's not what I meant. I was just saying that we have a little while before things get awkward and tense." I said, scratching the back of my head.

Mikey giggled again. "Ok." Gosh I love his cute little laugh. I want to hear more of it.

"So, tell me more about yourself. I haven't heard anything about your parents..." I said plainly. "I-oh... well they... they died when I was just a baby." He explained. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a painful subject." I apologized. "No it's ok. I never got attached to them really, so it's not painful. They died in a car crash when I was little, so my brother pretty much raised me." The brunet omega elaborated.

"Oh ok. Well, let's change the topic. Parents are dumb anyways. What's your favorite color?" I asked, slightly laughing. "Blue." Mikey smiled at me. "Good choice. What's your favorite song?" I asked. He thought for a moment. "Uh- probably Bromptom cocktail, by Avenged Sevenfold." He said with a nervous smile. "Ah, so you're a metal head. I should've known by the look in your eyes." I said with a laugh. "Whadya mean the look in my eyes? What's wrong with my eyes?" He asked with an angry tone. "Nothing at all. You have beautiful eyes. You just tend to carry daggers in them everywhere you go, as far as I can tell anyways." I smiled, showing my teeth as I chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He said with a furrowed brow. I immediately noticed the raging blush across his cheeks, and his arms folded protectively around himself. I smiled, knowing that my mission was going according to plan. My mission was to get this boy to admit he likes me. Of course, I feel the same way, even though we technically only met yesterday.

"Why the red face~?" I asked with a devious grin. "B-because you called my eyes beautiful! And they aren't, by the way." He snapped. "You're right: they aren't." I said plainly. He looked slightly offended. "Because they're gorgeous." I smiled. Mikey looked like he was about to squeal. I laughed slightly as he bit his lower lip.

Soon enough, it was 8:45 p.m. "Christ, it's already almost 9:00." Mikey was looking at his phone. He was scrolling through social media, looking at pictures of something I didn't really care about. "Yeah. I'm tired." I mumbled as I face planted on my bed. My eyes were already closed at that point. I was beat from cleaning the entire house and worrying about Mikey all day.

"Ok sleepy head. I'm staying up for a while." The omega stated plainly. "Mmmmk." I hummed. After that, my mind drifted off into a peaceful slumber. I could still smell Mikey's pheromones. I liked the smell of them. They were comforting and smelled sweet, like chocolate.

By midnight, I felt a small being curl up nearby. I slightly opened one eye. Mikey had tucked himself in between the headboard and two pillows. One of which, he was cuddling with his arms wrapped tightly around it. I immediately went back to sleep, not giving it another thought.

...

I suddenly smelt the slight stench of blood and taxes. My father was nearing. My mother's scent lingered in the air as well, mixing with the stronger one.

I bolted upright in bed. "Mikey wake up." I said gently. No response. "Mikey..." I said again, slightly louder. He rolled over and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. "Mikey- get up, c'mon!" The smaller boy sat up slowly.

"But I'm too tired." He whined as he latched onto my midsection. "I know, I know. As much as I would like to go back to sleep, my parents are here and I have to introduce you to them before I get my ass whooped." I explained. Mikey's eyes bulged as he immediately tried to fix his hair and clothes.

I dressed myself and combed my hair just before I heard my mom call me name. "Donovan, get down here!" She yelled. "Oh shit..." I muttered. I grabbed Mikey's hand and pulled him along with me as I started down the stairs.

I walked down the stairs. I could almost feel my dead heart beating loudly in my chest. Mikey was nervous. I could smell his pheromones starting to thicken. I tried rubbing small circles on his hand with my thumb. With the way we acted around each other, you would almost think we were dating...

We finally reached the kitchen where my parents stood. My dad seemed to stand still for a moment. "I knew I smelled a werewolf..." He snarled. My mother glared at him and then turned back to me and Mikey. "Donovan, you have thirty seconds to explain why there is a werewolf in our house." She said sternly.

I swallowed nervously and turned to the little omega by my side. "Uh- he's here because his brother got mad at him for something, and he's currently not welcome in his own home, so I offered for him to stay here." I was at least truthful.

"May I ask why he cannot go home?" My mother asked, stroking her dark, chocolate colored hair. "Because his brother was drunk and said some things that upset him. Can he please just stay with us for a week?" I asked. I was already done with them, and they'd just got home.

"Why the hell did you bother bringing him here? He can go somewhere else!" My father shouted. "He doesn't have any other family! He has no parents and no friends, and his brother is a massive dick. And you need to stop yelling, you're scaring him." I said as I clutched his small hand tighter.

"An omega." My mom muttered under her breath. "Donovan... we need to talk in private." She said, slightly louder. I looked at her dead in the eyes. Her dark crimson eyes were full of wonder, but also full of fear. I looked down at the brunet. "Go upstairs to my room." I said gently. He immediately took his chance to run up stairs.

I sighed and followed my mom into the hallway as my dad walked outside. It was a good thing he did, because his pheromones were starting to get heavy. "Son," My mother started. She paused for a moment before looking me in the eyes. "Is there something I should know?" She asked as calmly as before.

I swallowed hard and contemplated telling her the truth. "He's an omega..." I said, shaking my head slightly. "That's really all there is too it. He just needs a place to stay for a while." I said quickly. "That's not all, is it?" My mothers eyes softened. I looked down in shame.

"Did you claim him?" She asked yet another question. "No." I muttered. "Alright, well did you two.... er-" She started. "Mom, I'm grown up now, you don't have to ask these questions. I'm a legal adult, doing legal things, so just stop!" I said in a louder voice than usual, getting red in the face.

My mother sighed. "I was afraid that was what you were going to say. I just want you to know that it's ok. I'm not upset with you. Though, I'm not sure I can say the same about your father." She rubbed my shoulder and gave an empathetic smile. "I know, I just wish that dad would let me live my life. Maybe I'll just get my own house." I snapped.

"Now dear, don't be like that. You have to understand that your father only wants what's best for you. But it's great that you're helping him. You've always been so kind and caring, and It makes me feel confident that I raised you right. It's just...you know how your father feels about werewolves." She added.

"Well he can suck it up. Mikey isn't just any werewolf. He's been through a lot of pain, and I just want him to feel welcome somewhere. Dads just old and doesn't want to accept that vampires and werewolves can get along now. This isn't the dark ages!" I argued. "I know, I know. I'm going to have a chat with your father, but don't you dare use that tone of voice with me anymore. You may be an adult, but I'm still your mother." She stood and left before anything else could be said.

I hope Mikey is okay. My dad's scent was definitely strong, so maybe I should check up on him really quickly...

I ran upstairs and went to find him while my parents were still outside. "Mikey, are you ok?" I asked quietly as I entered my room. He nodded, rocking himself under the blankets. Dad's pheromones must've been stronger than I thought. "Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't let you live on the streets. That's not gonna happen. I'm sorry my dad is like that. I thought he could at least keep his damn scent under control." I hugged him and tried to comfort him gently.

"Th-thank you. I'm fine though. It's alright if I have to leave. It's not like it's anything new to me." He looked down. "You're not going to. I'm an adult now. And I make my own decisions, so you don't have to worry about my dad. Just stay up here for a little longer, and then I'll come and get you in a few minutes, ok?" I stroked his hair for a second. He gave a tiny smile.

Something tells me that my dad is gonna want to talk to him... I just hope that he's not too hard on him.