A new warm mouth

Before Lucrezia stepped into his office, Luther had already prepared everything. He used the two alphas in charge of the main pharmaceutical companies as his pawns. He has planned everything the night of the hotel room.

-Killian, your company has the strongest hallucinogens, right?

-Yes, said the alpha unfocused.

-Do they have a taste?

-I want to…

-You want to what?

-Have a taste.

Killian's gaze was burning with intensity toward Luther's legs. The omega sat manspreading, leaving the bathrobe to reveal everything- no clothes underneath. 

Upon hearing the alpha's response, Luther scoffed and moved the robe even further away increasing Killian's awe for him.

-If I had to repeat myself, I'll throw you out! I have no use for you if you can't focus.

Killian gulped and nodded.

-They have an artificial taste, almost limey, but if dissolved in tea, you can't really tell.

-Do you have one that would slightly blur the vision and unfocus the drinker's eyes?

-Yes.

-Great, bring me two. Now, Claus -said Luther focusing on the other alpha- you used to do prosthetics as a hobby. Are you still into that?

-Mhm, responded Claus keeping his eyes shut.

He was keeping his hands behind his back, trying to conceal the trembling and sweetness of his palms.

-Do you think you can imitate one for the corner of my eyes?

-Mhm.

Even with his eyes closed, he could picture Luther's legs. Not only that. He couldn't focus, not when he saw his childhood friend in such a lewd, unshielded, vulnerable. The cheeky kid he used to love transformed into a full temptress and he was only just a man.

-Can you get them ready for Monday morning?

-Mhm.

-Full words, please.

Luther playfully tilted his head. Claus gulped.

-Sure, if I started tonight, said the blonde with a shaky breath.

-Great. Now, for the motivation part. You both have a drug to make me less poisonous, right?

-What? said Killian.

The information shook him out of his horniness. If Greenleaf was developing the same drug, it meant he had a leak inside his company. He took a mental note to deal with it when the night was over.

-Was it a secret? Luther asked Claus concerned.

-It's ok, Lu, reassured him the alpha. It doesn't really matter if he knows or not.

-If you do what I ask of you, I will grant your drug one try.

-What do you mean? asked Claus.

-One kiss. If you fail and end up in hospital, you get out of my personal life. No other words, no more pleading for nonsense. Now get the hell out of my hotel room, drunk heads! 

Luther sat up and threw his robe on the floor, letting both alphas stare at the full view before stepping into his bathroom and locking the door. A few minutes later, the room door was heard shutting behind. The omega chuckled.

For Killian getting kicked out of Luther's hotel room was just the root of the frustration he will have to deal with that night. 

He lighted a smoke in the hallway, a gesture that made the other alpha scoff disapprovingly. After inhaling deeply, he suddenly turned to Claus, throwing him into the wall, quickly placing his forearm under his chin, making the blonde choke in surprise.

-What the hell, man?

-How did find the recipe for the new drug? Who's the mole?

-We did it ourselves, said Claus struggling unsuccessfully to get free.

-Bullshit. The timing is too shady!

Claus smiled.

-So you're not just a pretty face after all. Weird. Given how easy it was to get the new drug from under your nose, I would have thought otherwise. Or is your sister the kind of girl who likes to screw off her own family?

-Clara is the mole?

-Maybe or maybe not. Who knows? chuckled Claus still struggling to free himself.

Killian finally let go of Claus. He turned his back to the blonde who was still chuckling and left the hotel. He needed answers. Could his only sister be the mole? If so, what was the price Claus paid for? Killian decided it was time for a company inspection.

The main headquarters for the new drug development was a shabby, abandoned-looking building with scraped wall painting and big spots of green mold. The atmosphere was rather macabre in the dead of the night when Killian arrived.

The reason the company didn't choose a more tidy building in a nice neighborhood instead of a dump in the middle of a forest that didn't appear on any city plan was simple- the process of getting the drug to work had some not exactly lawful sides. The kind of details the procedures and inspections would punish with jail time: testing on weeds, substances obtained from underlords, not morally approved methods of making and experimenting. So such a secluded, private seemingly abandoned building was perfect.

Killian didn't visit since the last run of tests, before meeting Luther. Earlier visit here, he got to lay a few semi-toxic omegas to bed. But now he was fuming because of the leak to think about sex. Well almost.

He banged the door close to the barely dimmed room he was calling his office. The size of a janitor's closet with a small desk and an old chair.

The frustration of being betrayed by his own sister, the insecurity of what was bargained in the game that lost him the exclusivity of the drug and Luther sent him over the edge. He needed release.

He loosed up the knot of his tie and let his pheromones spread freely. He could still smell Luther's faint scent of him. The fragrance was mixed with the odor of his own blood, given Luther was on him only when he was beaten senseless by him. He reminisced about Luther's heartbroken face, about the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, the fear he was concealing poorly when he mentioned Lucrezia threatened him and, in the end, Luther in that damned bathrobe.

A faint knock broke his trail of thoughts, making Killian grunt dissatisfied.

-Boss, a light brown-haired boy greeted. You haven't visited in a while.

-Damian. Great timing, smiled Killian.

"A warm mouth is still better than a cold hand", thought Killian." It's not cheating if I keep Luther in mind", he reassured himself.