11. Here?

This time the pup did not fall asleep, letting go of his own. I stopped to sing when I saw his movement.

He leaned down to me,

"I beg of you. Valentin, please."

Leon's hopelessness was visible, and I nodded.

"O-okay." Maybe he would change his mind in a few years. Maybe we would not even be in contact at that time. Maybe I should just do it, and help him. Everything was better than him drinking a glass of wine.

"Really?" He cupped my face again, and I nodded.

"Thank you! Thank you, sorry, and thank you." He burrowed his head in my neck again, while I still lied on the floor.

"If you need something, just tell me, I will do anything for you." His voice was warm, and I felt the vibration of his timbre tickling my throat. 

I patted his head to show him to let go, before pointing at his bowl he had thankfully placed on the floor before lunging at me. He should eat, he should heal his injuries, and then sleep. I as well. Today was the first day I walked to work with someone else, but it was also a bad day because I thought of some bad stuff and was threatened by a new friend. So it balanced into a moderate day, all in all.

Still, I was so tired.

I took a kitchen towel and wanted to wipe the floor, but Leon intercepted me.

"I will do it, it was my fault."

After petting his head, I took the turned-over bowl in the kitchen and washed it out a bit, before putting more soup inside. 

I sat down again and started my meal. It still tasted strange, plastic, foreign. Tomorrow I really had to go looking through the trashcans of a few restaurants. I wanted something salty and oily like a burger or anything.

"Valentin is a really beautiful name...." Leon mumbled absentmindedly while wiping the floor on his knees, still in his boxer shorts.

I nodded in between sipping my dinner.

He smiled lightly before putting the kitchen towel back in the kitchen and getting his own soup.

"What is that?" He asked, after drinking half.

"F-food." I said, not wanting to explain anything. After eating, I hung his washed clothes up on the lines that went from one side of the room to the other. Not wanting to talk any more, I turned into my wolf and rolled up on the floor besides the bed.

"You can take the bed…." Leon kneeled beside me after washing his bowl. I didn't open my eyes and felt his hand stroke my fur.

It would usually be a white color, insanely beautiful. But, it was too high-profile, so under a lot of trouble I managed to color it in some brownish stray color.

I heard my bed creak and thought Leon was done for the day, but that was before he pulled me up and snuggled up to me. In the midst of contemplating going down again, I noticed his body was freezing, so I let him sleep with me.

The bed was not that big to begin with, now it was cramped, albeit both of us not having nearly the statue of an alpha or one of a real wolf.

Instead of a real werewolf, I was of the size of a not yet grown husky. A wolf even smaller than my human form, it was considered an embarrassment.

For this apartment, however, it was better. 

For this, now shared, bed as well.

*******

There was so much to talk about, and when I woke up, my snout on a drumming chest again, I contemplated how to package what I had to say.

I noticed that Leon stirred, and hoped he would lose his tight hug over my body.

He really did, and his hand wandered immediately to his cock. I raised my head and followed what he did, it looked like he groped himself before even opening his eyes.

I looked back at his face and met emerald eyes, half-lidded in embarrassment.

"Since knowing, I make sure every morning." He said hoarsely.

I sprung down from the bed and went to the shower, closing the curtain after turning to human before breaking into laughter.

"Y-y-your d-dick won-won't fall o-off" I said amidst laughter.

"Hey, how would I know! It had already sunk into my subconsciousness because there are so many false stories going around!"

I continued to laugh and turned on the water. So, had he peered at me showering because of that? To check if I still had my best part with me?

I nearly forgot the grievances of yesterday after laughing so hard for the first time since... I think it was the first time in my whole life.

It was his risk. I would just have to prepare the place we would do the 'Operation' in. Nobody would investigate the death of an Omega, even if I killed him in the go. It would turn way more problematic if he did not die, but ended up mentally impaired or anything.

Then I would have the responsibility for him. 

On the other side....then I would never be alone again. I could take care of him. 

No, that is all the worst case; maybe I am successful, or perhaps it won't even come to this.

When I finished and came out, I found the pup still sitting on the bed.

"Can I take a shower? Brush my teeth?" He asked while scratching his neck in embarrassment.

"Y-yes." His clothes had already dried, and I had another toothbrush. It should be my next one for when my actual brush has lost all her bristles... but I surely could use mine for longer.

I gave him the toothbrush and pointed at the shower. I always brush my teeth inside while showering.

"W-where a-are you l-living now?" I asked him.

"Here?" He grinned at me.