12: Be Mine (!!!)

TW: Smut.

When Victor opened the door, the sharp air from inside the house hit his face. The apartment, which was normally filled only with his own scent or fresh air, was now filled with an intense scent, and Victor's lungs were completely filled with it. His instincts went on alert. It was Oscar's pheromone scent!

He clenched his teeth as he closed the door behind him, his jaw twitching. The pheromones were so thick they felt like another layer of air. He had taken suppressants, but they were all wearing off now, and a scent as subtle and pungent as Oscar's was hard to resist.

He walked slowly into the living room and looked around. Oscar wasn't here, but his phone was left on the couch. Victor reached out and opened the screen. The phone's contacts were open and his number was written down ready to be called. But Victor hadn't received any calls all day. Oscar had needed him but hadn't asked for help. Victor put the phone back on the couch and walked up the stairs, feeling tense inside him. He shouldn't have left Oscar like that.

When he opened the door to Oscar's room, the warmth from inside hit him in the face. The curtains were closed, only the dim light of the night lamp illuminated the room. Oscar lay doubled over in bed, his breathing heavy, his body trembling slightly, the warmth of his body evident.

He felt Victor's presence. He lifted his head. His vision was a little blurry and he was slightly dizzy, but he could make out Victor.

"Victor..." His voice was low, almost tearful. Although he always used his last name, this time he said his name as if he were praying...

Victor hesitated, it was a sign. His instincts were screaming at him to make Oscar his quickly, but he held himself back.

"Oscar, I'm here," he said quietly, moving forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. He could see Oscar's dry lips and flushed face more clearly now. "Why didn't you call me?"

Oscar didn't answer, his body was literally burning and sensitive. There was his scent in every corner of the room. Victor's closeness was bringing out every desire he had suppressed inside him and was causing him to feel a hunger for the man in front of him.

When Victor reached out and touched his forehead, a small tremor passed through Oscar's body. A murmur escaped his lips as he closed his eyes.

"I don't know..." he replied. He knew but didn't want to admit it. "I don't want to be alone."

The effects of Victor's suppressants were wearing off. The doctor hadn't given him a stronger one, and even if he had, it wouldn't have worked. The warmth in his veins was fighting his will. Victor swallowed and put his hand on Oscar's cheek, his hand remaining there for a long moment.

"I'm here, you're not alone. I'll send someone to get you some medicine."

But when Oscar opened his eyes at that moment, Victor's breath stopped for a moment. His slightly open eyes were shining with desire. The expression on his face made Victor's throat tighten. Oscar slowly sat up on the bed and sat on his knees, he hadn't been able to move until a moment ago, but he suddenly found strength in himself.

His fingers moved to Victor's shirt collar and unbuttoned a button before moving his lips closer to Victor's neck.

"Oscar, don't do that..." Victor said in a husky voice, but his voice betrayed his words.

"Just tonight... I won't ask for anything else," Oscar said, his voice trembling slightly.

Victor had a war going on in his head. He couldn't be happier, because Oscar was approaching him like this. But he didn't want to use Oscar's situation to his advantage, he wanted to protect him. The walls in his mind were slowly disappearing as Oscar's lips touched his neck.

Oscar slowly moved up and his lips brushed gently against Victor's. Victor's hand trembled for a moment, sliding down to Oscar's waist. Holding his warm, trembling body, he realized once again how delicate Oscar was. Victor pressed his lips together for a moment.

"Oscar, we shouldn't do this." His voice was thick with suppressed desire. Oscar looked up into Victor's eyes.

"Why..? You don't like me because I don't spread my pheromones?" His voice was a little disappointed. Victor's eyes widened slightly.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said harshly. "I don't care if you have pheromones or not. I love you no matter what you are." He said the last sentence a little more in a whisper. His heart ached; he didn't like Oscar thinking of him like that.

"Then do something." Oscar leaned his head on Victor's shoulder. "I feel like I'm going to die... I need you."

These words were words that completely weakened Victor's will. The pheromones surrounding him, the warmth between his arms, the gentle words spoken and the approaching heat period... What more could there be?

His fingers dug into Oscar's waist, pulled his body closer to his, and slowly kissed some parts of his face. He was in love with the omega in front of him. Only Oscar could seduce him like this.

Victor gently laid Oscar down on the bed and slightly parted his legs, settling between them. One hand was caressing Oscar's leg soothingly. He leaned over him slightly.

"Tell me if it hurts."

He dropped his jacket on the floor and unbuttoned his shirt. Oscar tried to take off his own clothes, Victor helped him. Oscar trembled with each touch of his hands on his skin, his eyes slowly closing and opening, but only Victor's name came from his lips.

Victor pressed his lips to Oscar's bare neck, then to his shoulder, then to his chest. With each kiss, he inhaled Oscar's scent. He felt his pants tighten underneath him, and he felt an urge to satisfy the man underneath as soon as possible.

His hands slowly slid down to Oscar's inner thighs, gently caressing them as he spread them wide apart. His lips continued to kiss as Oscar's small moans were music to his ears.

"Victor..." A fragile voice, full of need. "I can't take it anymore," he whispered.

Victor swallowed hard and sighed, freeing himself from the last obstacles between them, his eyes fixated on Oscar's naked body for a while. He wanted to devour him completely. He didn't want to wait any longer, he couldn't even think about waiting anymore. Victor was also in heat.

He slowly moved two fingers down and began to prepare the man while looking into Oscar's eyes. He never took his eyes off him as if he was looking for any sign of pain.

Oscar's body writhed slightly, his legs shaking slightly as he bit his lower lip, but moans escaped his mouth.

Victor pulled his fingers out after a while and positioned himself. He looked into Oscar's eyes and leaned forward, kissing him slowly but passionately as he entered. Oscar's back arched slightly as his moans were swallowed by Victor's kiss. He was careful to keep his movements slow for now. Oscar wrapped his arms around Victor's neck. Now both of their pheromones were mixed and etched onto their skin.

As Oscar's body began to adjust, Victor's movements became faster and harder. Each thrust hit Oscar deeper, causing the omega to shiver in his arms and dig his nails into Victor's back.

"Feels good..." Oscar whispered as he left a few more scratches on Victor's back. Victor smiled, pulling him closer to him and leaving bite marks as he kissed him.

Oscar of course wouldn't remember everything, but Victor didn't care. He continued to whisper in Oscar's ear as his hands gripped Oscar tightly.

"I love you, Oscar. I must be crazy." His whisper mixed with the other voices in the room, making him feel more energetic and happy than ever.

When Oscar pulled his head back, he met Victor's eyes, and as their lips met again as if they understood each other, a tear gently fell from Oscar's eyes.

It was unclear how long the night had been, but it definitely hadn't ended in one go. They had started early in the evening, Victor had finally seen the sun begin to rise, and had considered cleaning Oscar in his arms and letting him sleep.

He went to the bathroom in the room and carried Oscar to the tub. They were both in the hot water, of course he was in a post-heat sleep like most omegas. It was also normal for him to be tired, because he had also been taking care of an alpha who was in heat.

Victor pulled him closer to him and kissed the back of his neck, but one question remained in his mind.

"He won't be mad at me when he finds out, will he?" he mumbled. He had lost control of himself at that moment and had done something like not using protection.

Of course there was a chance Oscar could be pregnant, he was an omega after all. Victor's heart raced as he imagined the two of them becoming a family for a moment.

"It's okay, I can take care of them." Of course Oscar wasn't pregnant, but if he was, Victor wouldn't regret it.