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The moment Apo steps through the door, he knows something is off. Most of the omega staff are pinching their noses and leaving the set in a hurry; the omega cast members are nowhere to be seen, probably long gone. Apo can smell something in the air, it smells warm and inviting and it’s luring him in in a way, tugging on his spine with an invisible thread, and he unconsciously moves towards the source when Tong steps in to stop him, his hand firm on Apo’s shoulder. “Everyone’s advised to stay here.” Apo cocks an eyebrow at him, then looks around. The beta cast members look uncomfortable, avoiding his eyes for some reason, and the only alpha besides Mile is on the phone hurriedly talking to someone. Speaking of which-
“Where’s P’Mile?” He looks around, trying to find him in the crowd - which really isn’t a crowd, it’s like eight people - but he can’t see him anywhere. The scent is still grabbing his attention, making him focus on only that for long seconds at a time. There is the tugging on his spine again. “P’Tong, where’s P’Mile?”
“He got into his rut early,” Job, the only other alpha, informs him. Tong lets go of Apo and scratches his head awkwardly. “He’s currently locked in the changing rooms until someone can pick him up.”
Apo gawks at him. “You locked him there? Are you nuts? He can hurt himself-“
“It’s for the best. Trust me on this,” Job says. And clearly, Job knows better than Apo. He has gone through ruts, wheras Apo hasn’t, thus he can’t imagine what that’s like. But the thought of Mile, desperate and wild and hungry , locked and all alone, that breaks his heart. “I’ll go check on him.”
“Are you crazy?” Build grabs his forearm. “He might not even recognize you at this point. We don’t know how far gone he is, Apo, don’t-“
“It’s fine, it’ll be fine! His pheromones won’t have that much of an effect on me, and I just can’t leave him there all alone,” he argues. “Did you give him water? I doubt it, and now he’s locked in there, sweating bullets, with nothing to replenish the liquids.” Apo isn’t stupid, he knows that even though he’s a beta, Mile can attack him. Not in a “wanna fuck your brains out” way, like an actually dangerous way, if the rut completely took over. But alpha or not, rut be damned, it’s Mile. Mile who flirts with Apo on a daily basis; who kissed Apo breathless even without the cameras rolling; Mile, who seems to not mind that Apo couldn’t give him children because of his secondary gender, and still likes him anyway. They’re not a couple, not really, they haven’t scented each other or anything, because they wanted to take things slow. And now Mile might need him. He’s not an omega, can’t give him the pleasure omegas would, but he has feelings for Mile, and that’s above anything else.
Finally, Job steps aside and lets Apo walk through the narrow hallways all the way to the tiny changing room. He grabs a few water bottles on his way there, then stops in front of the door. He can’t hear anything from the inside, so he takes a deep breath, unlocks the door, and enters the room, clicking the door shut and locking it from the inside.
In a matter of seconds, he is pinned against the wall, Mile’s face close to his as he’s holding him under his chin, breathing heavily. He’s even growling quietly, his hair a mess, eyes fully dilated. His pheromones hit Apo full force and he finally realizes that the scent he’s been smelling the whole time was Mile’s.
The water bottles fall on the ground by Apo’s feet.
“What do you want here?” Mile presses on and Apo’s head hits the wall. He hisses in pain and that’s like a trigger to Mile, who immediately lets him go, eyes slowly going back to focus. “Apo-“ he runs his fingers through Apo’s hair, stopping at the back of his head, where the wall made contact with him. “Are you okay?”
“Are you okay?” Apo asks back. “Others told me what’s happening, do you have anything we can call-“ he doesn’t finish the sentence but they both know what he means. Someone you spend ruts with? Someone you fuck when your instincts take over?
“No, I- Mile sighs and goes to sit on a bench at the back of the room. “Not ever since you and I-.. you know. And I only get them twice a year.”
“Do you want me to help you?” They’ve never went further than kissing, and well, pretending to have sex on camera, so it would definitely be a big leap, but once again, this is Mile. Apo likes Mile.
“Po I can’t possibly ask you to-“
“So you’d rather fuck someone else?” There’s a buzz under Apo’s skin, like a tingling sensation running up and down his spine, pressure in his abdomen, a steady thrum in his temples. He chalks it up to irritation. He walks over to Mile.
“Apo, I care too much about you to just give in to my desires,” Mile tries to reason with him. “I want you, god you have no idea.” The older man pulls Apo into his lap, his hand settling on Apo’s inner thigh. The scent gets stronger for a bit and Apo feels the tug on his spine again, full body shivers running through him. He wiggles on Mile’s lap and the other man growls, pulling Apo’s body closer. “I can’t- I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back and I can’t.. I don’t want to hurt you.” His dick is hard in his jeans, Apo can feel as much. He grinds his hips down and moans when Mile bites his shoulder. “I’m a strong dude, I can handle it. You’re holding back for my sake, but I don’t need you to.” Mile bucks his hips up, slotting his tented pants perfectly into the spot where Apo’s ass meets his thighs. Apo suddenly feels hot all over, the more Mile rubs his face around Apo’s dysfunctional scent gland, the hotter he feels, feverish even.
“You smell nice,” Mile mumbles.
“I don’t have a scent, Phi, remember?” He chuckles sadly.
“No, no, you do. You smell like cherries and freshly baked pastries.” He buries his face into the crook of Apo’s neck and Apo feels warmth pooling in his underwear.
What the- did I just piss myself?
Mile’s nostrils flare as he breathes in, his nose now touching his skin lightly as he moves his head down. Apo tries to get up, terrified that he actually peed himself, when Mile’s grip on him tightens. In that moment a wave of absolute, uncontrollable need washes over Apo and he folds in Mile’s arms, more warmth pooling in his pants.
No, it’s not that he peed himself. It’s…
Mile grabs at Apo’s ass and groans. “You’re wet. Jesus Christ, Apo, is that.. slick?”
But Apo doesn’t really hear him, his mind is clouded and he feels hot all over and he starts tugging on his clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.
“Apo, sweetheart,” Mile shakes him gently. His rut is still in the early stages, making it still possible to think somewhat clearly. “Baby I think you’re presenting.”
“Bullshit,” Apo whimpers. “I already presented like a decade ago, I’m a beta.”
“No, baby, no,” Mile reaches into Apo’s pants, feeling the wetness around his hole. “No, you’re now presenting as an omega.” He rubs his nose over the spot where Apo’s scent gland should be and is met with the incredible warm sweet smell. Like a croissant. “I think we just assumed, you included, that you were a beta because you didn’t have the typical alpha or omega characteristics, you had no scent just like betas, and were immune to scents, but that wasn’t because you were a beta. You just hadn’t presented yet.”
“I’m too old to present,” Apo whines. He feels trapped in his own skin. “I’m almost thirty, Mile!”
The longer Mile is around Apo, an omega that’s just now getting into his first heat, the stronger his rut gets. He lets go of Apo, almost pushes the younger man off of him. “Leave.”
“What? No, I’m not leaving-“
“Apo, please, I can’t be around you now, you’re in heat and I want to ruin you.”
Apo sobs and desperately clings to Mile, absentmindedly rubbing his nose over Mile’s throat, marking him with his own sweet scent. “Do you want me to go through the pain of my first heat alone?“he asks and Mile groans. The thought of Apo suffering alone, empty and desperate to get fucked makes Mile want to break something. Apo should never experience such discomfort. Especially after his whole world turned upside down with him now being an omega.
“Alpha, alpha please, you have to take care of me. My alpha, my-“ Mile pushes Apo on the floor then rips his shirt off. “Hey, hey focus on me.”
Apo looks at him, eyes watering. “I know what we’re doing, I’m still aware of what’s happening. I’m consenting to this, alright?”
Mile nods and kisses the certain spot on Apo’s neck, now fully swollen, taunting Mile to bite it, mark Apo, claim him as fully his.