11: Pills

Oscar couldn't sleep for a long time that night.

He could still feel the warmth of Victor's skin against his own. Although everything seemed to happen very quickly, for Oscar those moments were very slow, even feeling like time had stopped. The tension he felt at Jake's words, Victor's embrace of him as if possessing him... Oscar tried to suppress the strange vibration inside him, his heart beating in his chest with both excitement and peace.

The sky was still gray in the morning, and would remain so for a long time. When Oscar came out of his room, he heard voices downstairs and realized that Victor was in the kitchen. It had become a routine for him to get up early every morning and make breakfast for Oscar before he went to work. Most of the time, he would do his work at home. Oscar didn't know anything about Victor's profession, but he was sure that he was not an ordinary person. He didn't make any sound as he looked at Victor's back, but Victor seemed to sense him.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked without turning around.

"A little." Oscar mumbled as he looked around. Meanwhile, Victor left the breakfast plate he had finished preparing on the table, turned back, and with the sound of the coffee machine, he took the cup from the machine and handed it to Oscar. Victor didn't pull away, even though their fingers brushed as Oscar took the glass. His eyes searched Oscar's.

Oscar looked away. Not out of embarrassment or fear, just confusion. There was a stirring inside him, a warm weight in his lower abdomen. A tickling sensation… Oscar tried to push the thoughts aside and suppress the feeling, but it only intensified. He turned his head away as if to show that he did not want to explain.

Victor sighed and turned away, opening the cabinet door to gather a few things on the counter and placing the coffee can in place. Oscar wanted to glance at him out of the corner of his eye, but something else caught his attention. A small bottle was sitting next to the coffee can. Oscar squinted slightly and read the familiar writing.

After a short silence, Oscar asked softly, "Are you on suppressants?" He felt a little strange after being subjected to a long presentation from the doctor about the dangers of suppressants.

Victor remained motionless at first, but then turned around. "Yes."

Oscar's expression was hard to read. He wasn't angry, he just found it odd that a dominant alpha would use a suppressant.

"Why? Those pills are definitely not effective." Even with the best quality drugs on the market, the heat period was extra difficult for dominants.

"For you," Victor said without looking away. "I don't want to lose control and hurt you."

The seriousness in Victor's voice made Oscar's heart beat faster. Despite the suppressant, Oscar could see the desire behind his words. He began to feel it, the suffocating feeling inside him was only increasing. He was trying his best not to show it on his face. His heat was irregular, yes, but he didn't want to appear that way in front of Victor now.

He sat down at the table, looking at his breakfast plate. He expected a sloppy plate because it was prepared quickly, but Victor kept Oscar's taste in mind every time. Although he liked these small gestures, he was content with just saying thank you calmly.

When Victor went upstairs to his room to get ready for "work", Oscar covered his face with his hands for a moment and took a deep breath.

Victor looked quite dapper with his hair combed but a bit messy, his black suit and suit jacket thrown over his shoulders. He was scary when the expression on his face was serious, but around Oscar his expression was a bit calmer. Like a tiger with his owner by his side.

"I'll be back late tonight. Don't forget to eat your food. If you need anything, you can call the number I left you or... call me."

Oscar nodded slowly as if he understood. Victor was still nervous, but he didn't say anything and left the house.

When he went down the elevator and exited the building, one of his men was waiting for him in the car, and the other had opened the door for Victor. When Victor got into the back seat, the car started moving.

"I'm going to the hospital when I get out of the meeting," he said to his secretary in the front. Paul was a little surprised.

"Are you okay, Boss?" Victor thought about Paul's question for a moment.

"I'm okay, I'm just going to change my suppressants to stronger ones." Paul's eyes widened. He looked at Victor's face in the rearview mirror.

"Boss, a dominant alpha like you shouldn't be using suppressants. It's completely unnecessary! And suppressants aren't healthy either."

Victor felt like he heard the doctor's words again.

"It'll be fine, I just need to control myself." Paul paused for a moment and asked, "Should I look for a partner for-"

"No." Victor rejected the offer without waiting a second. Another omega. An omega who smelled like flowers, had soft skin, was sweet-talking, and showed affection...

He frowned, of course not. He preferred Oscar's almost imperceptible scent, his cold skin, his sharp words, and his habit of always contradicting whatever he said.

He wanted to change his suppressants because even this morning he had restrained himself from picking up Oscar and leaving marks all over his skin. The desire to bring out his scent and breathe it in, to touch every part of his skin, was weighing heavily on Victor's body.

He needed stronger medication, or Oscar might not have the energy to lift a finger for several days...

As the day wore on, Oscar had given himself over to housework, and hadn't even called the cleaners to come that day. But the heat inside him was becoming unbearable. His body was getting heavy, his heart was beating rapidly, his breathing was becoming irregular.

His mind was filled with only one thought.

Victor.

He wanted to be with Victor and stay in his arms. Whenever he smelled Victor in the house, he could breathe a little more, but then he felt like he was going to die of thirst again.

"Why did it have to be him?" he asked himself, angry at the desire he hadn't felt for a long time. If it had been someone else, it wouldn't have hurt his pride so much.

But as time went by, he forgot all his pride and held himself back from calling Victor. If he had called Victor in a tearful voice, out of breath, that man would have come running. But what right did Oscar have to do that? They weren't lovers, or even friends.

Oscar left the phone in the living room. He went to his room with difficulty and lay down on the bed, his body bent double. As he closed his eyes and his body trembled, vague words escaped his lips.

"Victor..." It was too intimate a tone to say his name for the first time.