Possessivi et protectivi

The last golden rays of sunset were bleeding into the purple twilight as they finally reached the familiar wooden cottage nestled deep in the woods. Nana, clearly exhausted from the trip, shuffled straight past them towards her room without a word, leaving a cloth-wrapped parcel of fresh bread on the table for the boys.

"Hey, is Nana okay?" Amor asked, his voice laced with concern as he watched her door shut softly. "She seemed really wiped."

Obsessio waved a dismissive hand, already unwrapping the bread. "Nah, she's solid. Always crashes hard after town runs. Like clockwork." He broke off a chunk, then paused, his nose twitching subtly. He leaned slightly towards Amor, a curious look on his face. "Btw... your scent's back to normal. Stronger, actually. Smells like... hmm... ripe cherries? Sweet, kinda tart."

Amor blinked, a faint blush warming his cheeks. He instinctively lifted his wrist to sniff, but smelled nothing unusual. "Really? Can't smell myself, so who knows?" He tilted his head, a mischievous glint entering his eyes as he deliberately sniffed the air near Obsessio. "Yours? Oh, definitely... sharp lemon. Super tangy. Maybe a bit sour?" He grinned.

Obsessio's jaw dropped in mock outrage. "WHAT?! No way! My scent is not sour! Seriously, dude? It's pure, fresh citrus! Like sunshine!" He puffed out his chest, offended.

Amor burst out laughing. "Haha! Okay, okay! Just messing with you! Chill!" He held his hands up, still chuckling.

Obsessio huffed, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Eish... you and your jokes. Whatever." He finished his bread in two big bites. "Forget it. C'mon, let's head out. Gotta find some real meat. Seriously starving... this bread ain't cutting it."

Amor glanced towards Nana's closed door, worry resurfacing. "Out? Now? It's practically night! And Nana... won't she—"

"Relax, Ve," Obsessio interrupted, already grabbing his worn hunting knife and a small pack. "She's out cold. Won't stir 'til dawn. Promise." He headed for the door, pausing impatiently. "Now move it! My stomach's yelling at me!" He patted his abdomen dramatically.

Amor sighed, seeing the determined glint in the Alpha's eyes. Resigned, but with a hint of reluctant excitement for the nocturnal adventure, he grabbed his own jacket.

"Fine, fine! I'm coming! But if Nana finds out and skins us, it's your hide, 'Fresh Citrus'!" He shot Obsessio a teasing look as he followed him out into the gathering dusk, the scent of cherries and sharp citrus trailing after them into the shadowy forest.

The pre-dawn forest was a world of ink and ice. A biting cold seeped through Amor's clothes, and the absolute darkness pressed in, broken only by the weak beam of Obsessio's flashlight cutting a shaky path ahead. Fear, cold and sharp, pricked at Amor's nerves. Every rustle, every snap of a twig in the impenetrable blackness made his heart stutter. But beside him, Obsessio moved with silent, predatory grace – a solid, warm presence radiating pure Alpha confidence. That presence alone was a shield, dulling the edge of Amor's terror. He wasn't safe, but he wasn't alone.

"Chill, Ve," Obsessio murmured, his voice a low rumble that somehow cut through the oppressive silence. He'd felt the minute tremor run through Amor's arm. "Don't sweat it." His hand briefly squeezed Amor's shoulder, a quick, grounding touch.

"W-who's scared?" Amor retorted, forcing his voice not to waver, puffing out his chest slightly. "I-I'm totally fine! Not scared at all!" The bravado was painfully thin.

Obsessio snorted softly, a puff of white mist in the frigid air. "Yeah. Yeah, I believe you," he replied, his tone laced with amused indulgence. "Brave little Omega." He kept moving, scanning the darkness beyond the light beam with sharp, watchful eyes.

They'd walked for another tense ten minutes when the sound ripped through the stillness – sharp, guttural, and chillingly close

A-WOOOOO!

Pure Alpha instinct kicked in faster than thought. Obsessio's hand clamped like a vice around Amor's wrist.

"DOWN!" he hissed, yanking Amor off the path with surprising force. They crashed into a dense thicket of thorny bushes just off the trail, Obsessio pulling Amor down flat against the frozen earth, his larger body instinctively shielding the Omega. The flashlight was instantly smothered against Obsessio's jacket, plunging them into suffocating darkness. Amor's panicked gasp was cut off as Obsessio's calloused hand clamped firmly, but not painfully, over his mouth.

"Shhh! Zip it! Not. A. Sound." His whisper was razor-sharp, urgent, his breath warm against Amor's ear. Every muscle in Obsessio's body was coiled tight, primed, his senses straining into the blackness, listening for the slightest movement, the faintest sniff. The chilling howl echoed again, closer this time. The hunt was on.

Amor lay frozen beneath him, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Confusion warred with terror. What was happening? Why hide? He could feel the fierce tension radiating from every inch of the Alpha pinning him protectively to the ground, the low growl vibrating almost imperceptibly in Obsessio's chest. In the terrifying, scent-filled dark (damp earth, pine, Obsessio's sharp adrenaline, and something wild, musky closing in), Amor could only obey, utterly still, utterly reliant on the Alpha's instincts in the face of the unseen danger howling in the night.

Crouched deep in the dripping undergrowth, Amor and Obsessio waited, barely breathing. The forest held its breath with them. Moments later, a low rustle signaled movement. From the west, a pack of wolves emerged, moving with unnerving silence, their noses twitching as they inhaled the air intently.

"A—" Amor started to whisper, his instinct to comment overriding caution.

In a flash, Obsessio's entire palm slammed over Amor's mouth, cutting off the sound before it fully formed. The Alpha's other hand gripped Amor's shoulder, pinning him down. Obsessio shook his head violently, eyes wide with a silent, desperate command: Not a sound. Not now.

The wolves zeroed in, sniffing ravenously at the forgotten loaf of bread they'd bought in town earlier that day. They tore into it, scraps flying, gulping it down in seconds before vanishing back into the gloom as silently as they'd arrived. It wasn't a full moon. Their presence here, now, felt deeply wrong, unnatural.

Only when the last shadow had melted into the trees did Obsessio rip his hand away.

"WHUACHH!" Amor gasped, sucking in ragged breaths, his face pale and strained. "What the hell, Sio?! You covered my whole mouth! I couldn't breathe!"

Obsessio slumped back against a tree trunk, wiping his hand on his trousers, his own breath shaky.

"Sorry," he muttered, the adrenaline still sharp in his voice. "Had to. Couldn't risk it." He met Amor's indignant gaze, his expression deadly serious.

"Even a tiny sound like that, Ve... it carries. It could have let them catch your scent. Your Omega pheromones." He swallowed hard.

"Those weren't just scavengers. They were hunting. And your scent? It's like... like blood in the water for predators like that."

" I.. Really don't know. I'm so sorry about that" Amor feels wrong for that.

"don't worry, i got you" he said with cleaning his cloth.

After that incident finished, they continued their journey in search of meat.