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“Hey, Frankie, why don’t we fuck?” Madden asked. Francois almost choked on his beer, and looked at his childhood friend, and fellow alpha in shock. For one horrible moment he thought his best friend had figured out his decades old one sided love for him, but Madden’s eyes were open, with no hint of knowledge or deception. Francois narrowed his eyes and gave him a derisive snort.
“Why would we do that?” he asked, tone flat. Inside his heart was pounding so hard he thought he might die. Of course he wanted to have sex with him. He loved him after all…but he didn’t want it to be like this, some fanciful whim of his airheaded idiot of an alpha best friend.
“Because it’ll be fun!” Madden insisted, beaming at him. If he had been a dog his tail would have been wagging in excitement, Francois thought. It made his chest clench, and he looked away from him. Already he could feel his resolve crumbling. He was so fucking weak when it came to him. “And I had an even more fun idea…what if,” he said, getting up on his knees on the couch, turning to face Francois with far too much excitement in his eyes. “What if you pretended to be an omega!”
His mouth felt dry as he swallowed. He wanted to both kiss and punch him at the same time. God, if only he had been an omega…then they could have been mates. Instead he listened to his friend letting out wistful sighs while hoping for his ‘fated pair’, some omega who was destined for him. Francois had watched him turn down plenty of omegas over the years, none of them clicking with him. He’d then lie across Francois’ lap and look up at him, always asking ‘do you think I’ll ever find the omega destined for me?’. Every time Francois would force a smile and say yes. As much as it pained him to say that…he did want his best friend to be happy, even though it wouldn’t be with him. After all, Francois wasn’t an omega, and alpha on alpha relationships almost always ended in disaster. Even his attraction for Madden would be considered strange and abnormal by most. It was better this way.
Or so he thought.
Now he was being offered the chance of a lifetime…one night to pretend…one night to make the one thing he wanted so desperately a reality.
“Why do I have to be the omega?” he groused, even while he felt his body growing hot with desire. He’d be his omega for the night, he’d be his anything anytime at all.
“Oh! I suppose you don’t, I just thought…it would be nice?” Madden said. There was a blush to his cheeks, and now he looked nervous, verging on uncomfortable. Francois broke.
“Fine,” he growled, though inside he was a mess of anxiety and need. He would know what it was like…and he would have to live with that torturous knowledge forever, but damn them both, he wanted to know all the same.
“Really?!” Madden asked, his entire being brightening as he perked up in happiness.
“Yes. Don’t make me regret this,” Francois grumbled. Madden only smiled harder. He never took his rough exterior at face value, was never offended by his frosty manner that most others found off putting. Madden was always sunshine and rainbows with him about everything. It was one of the reasons he loved him so much.
“Ah! Frankie you’re the best!” Madden said, bouncing a bit up and down. “And I know you haven’t had sex in a while…and neither have I for that matter, so this will be a great way to blow off some steam!” He said that as if that mattered to him. Francois struggled connecting with others at the best of times, but both he and Madden had the same pheromone disorder - they had met as kids at the hospital in a support group in fact - where their alpha pheromones were too strong. They used suppressants when they went out, especially if they were together. They could have an entire room pissing themselves in fear if they weren’t careful. It worked well for Madden’s work, owning a club and all, but Francois was a painter, and it made everything more difficult for him. His surly attitude didn’t help either…but he didn’t know how to be soft.
Francois downed the rest of his beer, not even close to being tipsy, let alone drunk. They both had high alcohol tolerances, as did most alphas. Normally he liked that, but right then he wished he was at least tipsy so he could blame it on the alcohol or something later.
“So…what exactly is your plan here?” he asked Madden.
“Wellll…I was thinking that we could act out a scene…like you’re an omega going into heat for the first time, and I come across you and you can beg me to take you as my mate and then…you know…sex!” he said, far too enthusiastic. Francois felt his stomach swoop, and he was now second guessing himself. He was going to regret this…he knew he was…
He and Madden had never really fooled around together much, other than jerking off together from time to time, and a few mutual hand jobs. This…was a lot more than that. Francois had never bottomed before either…but he wanted to try for him. Only for him. He did his best not to squirm as he rolled his eyes at the scene he had painted for him, even as he burned the idea into his mind.
“That’s so cliche,” he grumbled.
“Do you have a better idea?” Madden asked, a look of open curiosity on his face. He was always so open, so earnest, and sweet. He only went ‘alpha’ when he was working, usually to protect the patrons at this club from overbearing alphas who couldn’t take a hint. The rest of the time he was sweet and kind, with a good sense of humour and a smile that felt like sunshine in Francois' soul.
“No…but you’ve been reading too many romance novels again,” he huffed.
“They are good! I’m telling you Frankie, you gotta give them a try!” Madden insisted. He loved those books, with alphas and omegas falling in love, the same story and tired tropes over and over again. He could never get enough, and was always reading them. Francois had read one once, but it had left him feeling hollow when he realised this was what his best friend was into…sweet, petite, delicate omegas who would swoon into the arms of the alpha. The complete opposite of him in every way. Francois was a good four inches taller than Madden, though he was less broad, all lean muscle from recreational fighting. He was far from being petite. Madden was bulkier, with broad shoulders, and thicker muscles - the perfect alpha specimen. No, Francois was nothing like the omegas he was drawn to…too tall, too rough, and too mean.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure they’re lovely,” he said with distaste. Madden just huffed at him, and gave him a playful shove.
“Whatever. Since you can’t think of anything, and you hate my idea….then you will now have to entice me, as the omega you are, to fuck you,” he said with a small sniff, as if he was actually offended.
Francois felt his mind skid to a halt, his pulse jumping up in speed and intensity as those words sank in. He…was asking him to seduce him. Why had he agreed to this?
“Problem?” Madden asked. There was a challenge in his eyes, and Francois gritted his teeth, his jaw tensing as he tried to think through what he should do. He couldn’t think though…that was the real problem. His mind was panicking, caught between want and fear, and humiliation.
“No,” he snapped. He sat there next to him on the couch, his own face burning now. “Oh alpha, please fuck me, an omega,” he monotoned. He felt stupid, and insecure. It felt hard….and he wanted to bail, but was too afraid to do that either. Madden cracked up laughing.
“Come on, be serious,” he said.
“I feel ridiculous,” he growled in frustration.
“Aw, it’s okay! Just…hm, you know what? Let's go to my room first. This isn’t the right place to set the mood,” Madden said. He grabbed Francois by the hand and pulled him off the couch, so much stronger despite their difference in height. He led them to Madden’s room, and his scent flooded Francois' nose. The intensity never bothered him. He was used to it, and his own pheromones were equally strong so his instincts saw them as equals.
Madden turned on a soft lamp, and dimmed it, and then urged Francois to sit on the end of his bed.
“Alright, now, close your eyes,” Madden instructed. Francois glowered at him. “Come on, just…try with me? Please?” Once more he was reminded how weak he was to his best friend and his puppy dog eyes.
“Fine,” he sighed, and let his eyes fall shut. With his eyes closed he noticed his scent more, with nothing distracting him. It was making his cock hard.
“Good boy,” Madden purred. He almost snapped his eyes back open when he said that. “Now keep them closed…and take a deep inhale of my alpha scent…”
Francois felt his skin prickling as a shudder ran through him, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. Madden had such a rich scent, almost like a perfect chocolate with a hint of nuttiness that always made his mouth water. He sniffed at the air, his mouth falling open so he could fill his senses with it, tasting it on his tongue. His mouth watered. God, he really did love his scent.
“Yes, just like that. Such a good omega for me,” Madden cooed. His hand touched Ftancois’ cheek, caressing him before sliding to the back of his neck…the spot where an alpha would mark an omega to make them their mate. His pulse sped up, his cock now painfully hard in his jeans. He licked his lips, inhaling deeper. “You’re my sweet omega, aren’t you?”
Francois nodded before he could even think to stop himself. Now he was in the fantasy.
“Say it. Tell me you’re my sweet omega bitch,” Madden said, his voice soft and hypnotic. Francois wondered how many omegas had heard this voice before or if he was special. If he was the first.
“I- “ he started and realised he was panting. Francois opened his eyes and looked straight at him. Madden’s eyes were dark, locked on his, entranced, and he had never felt more terrified or powerful in his entire life. His hand tightened on the back of his neck, and Francois swallowed hard, cheeks flushed as he finally said the words. “I’m your sweet omega bitch.”
He sounded breathless but he didn’t care. That was fine since he was an omega in this little game. He should be breathless for his alpha. Madden let out a pleased rumble.
“That’s right. Now…seduce me.” It was an order, and Francois wanted nothing more than to obey.
Looking away from his face, Francois let his eyes trail down his neck, chest, stomach, right to his massive cock that was hard in his jeans, the shape clearly visible. His breath caught, his mouth watering even more, wanting to taste it, to get in there and have his delicious pheromones all over his tongue. This was really happening. He looked back up at him with just his eyes, Madden still watching him, and he leaned forward to mouth at his cock through his jeans. He heard his sharp inhale, and felt the shudder that ran through him. Madden’s other hand went into Francois’ hair, and tangled into his long locks, holding his face there against him for a moment. He laved his tongue over the rough fabric, his nose filled with his musk. His head spun, his thoughts slipping from his grasp.
“Fuck,” Madden growled. “You look so good like that, bitch. I bet you’d love my cock in your mouth, huh?”
Francois drew back, and pressed a kiss to his clothed cock, and nuzzled his cheek against it. If this was his only chance to be with Madden like this then he was going to live out as many of his own fantasies as possible…all while acting as his omega.
“I want it somewhere else too,” Francois said, his voice rough with need. “Do you think you can breed my mouth, alpha?” he asked. “Gotta get it nice and wet so you can fuck my pretty cunt after if you wanna fill me with your pups.”
“God…” Madden said, his mouth falling open as he stared at him. The moment was broken as he let out a possessive growl, and grabbed Francois, and shoved him onto the bed on his back. He was suddenly on top of him, shoving Francois’ legs apart as he pressed against him, claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss. Francois shivered, a moan escaping him as he felt Madden’s massive cock rubbing against his own. Teeth nipped at his lips, their tongues sliding together for a moment longer before he started to kiss his way down Francois’ jaw. As he reached his neck, Francois tilted his head to the side, exposing it further to him, and they both stopped for a moment to appreciate what he was doing.
Francois was submitting to his alpha.
Madden was staring at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time, and then he let out a whine as he buried his face there, kissing and sniffing him, rubbing his own scent gland on his in a display of dominance, and temporary marking.
“Goddammit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” Madden growled. His teeth nipped Francois’ ear, making him shiver. “You beautiful omega bitch,” The words were a rumble against his ear, hot breath and the heady scent of his pheromones making him lose his composure. A small, needy whimper escaped him, a sound he had never heard from himself before. It was a sound alphas didn’t tend to make, but Francois wasn’t an alpha right then…so he could be needy. He could be a perfect omega for one night.
“Alpha,” he whined, his hips bucking. “N-need you…want you so bad. Come on…fuck me…need your knot inside my aching cunt.”
He had no idea where the words were coming from, what depraved recess of his desperate mind, but they fell from his lips with a strange sense of ease. It was the closest he had ever come to being honest about what he wanted from Madden.
“Fuck…who knew this cute omega was such a sexy whore, huh? You little knot-tease. You want me? Why? What makes me better than any other alpha?” Madden teased, as he grinded against him. Francois had to bite back his frustration. Why was he being so difficult about this?
“You don’t want me?” he asked to avoid answering. He pushed Madden back, and pulled off his clothes. Madden was following suit, but Francois was too busy trying not to think about what he was about to do, and how much it went against his alpha instincts to do it. He got onto his hands and knees, and then bent forward so his ass was on full display, and spread his cheeks.
“Is my omega cunt not good enough?” he asked, turning his head just enough to glare at Madden who was only half undressed and staring open mouthed. He never answered, and dived at him. He didn’t have time to process what he was going to do before he felt a hot, wet tongue against his entrance.
“Fuck - “ The word felt punched out of him as Madden’s tongue pressed inside him, and a spark of hot arousal hit him low in his gut. His cock throbbed, hot and heavy between his legs. He had to remember to breathe as Madden slowly delved inside him, squeezing his ass with his hands as he licked him over and over.
Francois had never been touched there before. He had never even considered it before that night…but now he couldn’t stop thinking about his ass. Madden was licking him as if he really was an omega, overflowing with sweet slick. He wanted to feel more of him inside himself. It was a terrifying want, one that he didn’t want to examine, so he didn’t.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Madden groaned, his voice rough and rumbling. “You want my knot, baby? Hm? Are you in heat?”
Francois' thoughts skittered all over as Madden spoke, and another one of those pathetic whimpering whines escaped him.
“Y-yeah,” he groaned in response.
“Yeah. look at you, spreading your sweet omega cunt open for me,” he purred. “God, I want you so bad, Frankie. We shoulda done this years ago.”
His heart ached at those words. He wanted them to be real, to mean something. He was trembling, wanting to be fucking already, to let his body take over for his confused mind.
“I’ve always been yours, stupid alpha. You never had to wait…” he murmured softly. He had no idea if he heard him, but he felt a cool shock of lube on his ass. A thick finger pressed into him, and for a moment he had to fight his instincts to fight.
“Relax baby. Take a deep breath,” Madden instructed, his voice soothing, and warm. Francois took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, and his body began to relax. “There’s my good boy,” Madden said. He pressed a kiss to the middle of his back, his pheromones seeping out of him, easing his tension further. He smelled so good, and Francois opened his mouth again to taste the pheromone filled air on his tongue, gulping it in, letting it melt his brain, forcing it back into that submissive headspace.
“So beautiful, Frankie…love seeing you like this…all soft and submissive for me. My perfect omega,” he cooed. Francois felt his eyes stinging, and he squeezed them shut, forcing himself to focus on the finger inside him. It wasn’t terribly thick, and it didn’t hurt, but it was an unusual sensation. Madden was crooking his fingers, rubbing it about, and he wasn’t sure what he was doing until he felt something spark, a shock of pleasure that startled a gasp from him. His prostate. He hadn’t realised how sensitive it was, and he let out a moan as Madden rubbed against it.
“There it is. I’m so glad you’re sensitive there. Not everyone is, but it’ll make this better for you,” Madden said. He withdrew, added more lube, and then added another finger, finding that spot once more.
“F-fuck,” Francois gritted out even as he found himself baring down on his fingers. It felt incredible, and he knew he’d be trying this again on his own later.
“God, look at you…such a greedy cunt you have. Does it feel good? You need to tell your alpha when you like something,” Madden said.
“F-feels…feels so good,” he groaned. “Fuck…why’s it…so good?”
“Because you’re an omega, obviously,” Madden teased.
“Y-yeah…I’m…I’m your omega,” he panted.
“Damn right,” Madden said, a rumbling laugh in his words. He withdrew his fingers and slid his hard cock between Francois’ ass cheeks, gently rutting against him, the tip occasionally hitting his entrance. “Does my cute bitch want his alpha’s cock?”
“Y-yeah…yeah, I want it…need it. So hot..want you…want you, Alpha…please,” Francois begged. It was so unlike him, this needy, messy, desperate creature. They were playing pretend though, so it was fine. He’d brush it off later.
“Fuck, Frankie, you’re driving me wild, babe. Don’t worry, your alpha knows just what you need. Gonna fill you with a litter of pups,” Madden purred. Francois nodded, and pressed back, urging him to get on with it. Madden chuckled, and then spread him open, and he could feel his cock now, poised to enter him. “Breathe, baby,” he instructed. Francois did as he was told, and as he breathed out, his body relaxing that tiny bit, Madden pressed in.
His cock felt huge. It spread him open, making the air catch in his lungs, and only Madden instructing him to breathe kept him going. He breathed, and forced his body to relax. Bit by bit he worked his way in, until he was fully seated inside, save for the spot where his knot would be if he were to knot him.
“God, you’re so hot inside, so tight. You feel amazing, Frankie…better than any other omega,” Madden groaned. He leaned over Francois’ back, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. His eyes snapped open as he felt his lips there, in that spot, and a needy whimper escaped him. He wondered for a moment what the fuck was wrong with him that he wanted this so badly, was so into the role, was so needy…it was like he really was an omega. He wasn’t. He was an alpha, but…he was starting to feel strange inside his head.
His mind stopped thinking as Madden began to thrust. It hurt at first, his body not designed for this, but soon it eased, and started to turn into something sweet. Pleasure curled inside him, his cock dripping onto the blankets. Madden slowly eased him down from his knees, until he was lying on the bed. He slid a pillow beneath Francois’ hips, and he let out an appreciative purr as it made the angle shift, becoming easier, and allowing him to hit his prostate.
“That better?” Madden asked, voice warm with affection. It made Francois’ insides flutter.
“Yeah…thanks…Alpha,” he said. Madden’s fingers tightened on his hips, a growl escaping him as he thrusted in hard, shocking a moan out of him.
“That’s right. I’m your alpha, bitch, Don’t forget it. You belong to me, and once I bite you…you’ll be mine forever,” Madden growled. There was a possessive edge to his voice that made Francois feel confused, and desperate in equal measure. His fingers tightened further, bruising his hips as Madden fucked into him harder. He gasped, and moaned as he set a brutal pace. His pheromones were getting stronger, richer, making Francois’ thoughts fuzzy and hard to grasp. He had a brief moment to wonder if Madden had gone into rut.
Madden was aggressive as he fucked him, growling, and filling the room with his pheromones, His grip was tight, and Francois wondered if he was okay, if they should stop. He didn’t want to though. He wanted this, wanted to feel the possessive grip on him.
“F-fuck…” Madden groaned, suddenly slowing. “Shit…dude, I…my knot…I….”
Francois understood in an instant why he was trying to stop. He wanted to knot him, and that was different than fucking. That was bigger than his cock, and an alpha’s body wasn’t meant to take a knot like an omega. It wasn’t impossible though.
“Do it,” he told him, breathless as he looked at him over his shoulder. Madden looked stunned.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “We didn’t agree on that…and I don’t want to hurt you.”
That only made him want it more.
“Do it. I want your knot, Alpha,” Francois insisted. He was embarrassed by the obvious need in his voice, and he was sure he looked desperate, but it was too late to do anything about that now. “Claim me…make me your omega.” His eyes were burning, and he had to look away to hide the unbridled need that was pouring off of him.
Madden didn’t move for a moment, but when he did it was to shove his knot deep inside him, his teeth sinking into the back of Francois’ neck. He cried out in shock, and then they were both cumming, Francois’ mind screaming in triumph at the teeth on his neck. It should have been awful, an alpha being marked by another alpha, but right then his instincts declared it was right.
“Yes - yes, fuck, Frankie…my beautiful omega, fucking love you,” Madden growled as he finally released his throat. He rutted his knot deeper into him and Francois felt the tears leave his eyes, overflowing as he was hit with the sorrowful realisation that the mark wasn’t real…he was an alpha, and couldn’t be claimed like that.
Madden didn’t seem to notice his internal meltdown, kissing his back, the mark, licking it. It made Francois’ cock twitch. It was weird, he was sure he had cum, but he was still so hard. So was Madden. He was still cumming inside him, both of them tied together. His knot slowly went down, and as he pulled it free, Francois could feel how hard he was still. He turned to look at him, at the cock that had just been inside him. Something inside him seemed to snap as he looked at it, and he rolled over onto his back, and drew his knees up and apart.
“Fuck me again,” he demanded. “Your omega wants your knot again.”
He had no idea what had come over him, but he was unbearably horny, and desperate for more. He had never felt arousal like this before, overwhelming, and all consuming. Francois felt like he was losing his mind, and when he looked at his best friend he wondered if he was feeling the same. His eyes were dark with lust, and he could see that his canines had descended somewhat. He had a look on his face that Francois had never seen before. It was the look of an alpha wanting his mate.
Madden descended on him, pressing Francois’ legs back and out even further. Their mouths met in a desperate kiss as he filled him up once more.
Their second round turned into a third, a fourth, and it never seemed to stop. It was like they were possessed, unable to keep their hands and mouths off each other. Francois’ body ached, his ass in pain, and even then he couldn’t seem to stop. Their pheromones had gone wild, and it left him dizzy and horny, desperate to be fucked. He couldn’t understand it, and in his more lucid moments he felt frightened by how out of control he felt, but neither one of them was capable of stopping.
More than once he had woken up from having passed out in exhaustion to find Madden desperately knotting him, his sharp teeth sunk into some part of his neck or shoulders. He always came as soon as his eyes opened.
Francois was also aggressive in his own way, mounting Madden when he was too tired to move. Several times Madden had awoken to find Francois bouncing on his cock, moaning like he really was a bitch in heat, grinding against his knot. He would flip them, and knot him hard, putting him in his place with a growl. Omegas bent to the will of their alphas, and Francois would bare his throat, arching his back, displaying himself for him.
They fucked like animals, barely stopping for food or water, with only short bursts of sleep before they fucked again. By the time whatever had taken hold of them had passed, a full week had gone by.
Francois woke up first, and realised his head was clear for the first time in days. He grunted in pain as he reached across Madden’s sleeping form to grab the only phone in the room. Thankfully it had already been plugged in, charging. The bright screen flared to life, and he hissed in discomfort before his eyes adjusted. There were over two hundred missed texts, a hundred and seventy five missed calls, and a million emails, or just about. How long had they been out of it? He checked the date and almost threw the phone in his shock.
“What the actual fuck,” he said aloud. “A WEEK?!”
He hadn’t meant to yell that, but he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Madden groaned and blinked awake, smiling as he saw him.
“What are we yelling about? It’s too early for yelling…” he said with a sleepy smile. Francois grabbed him by the shoulders, and gave him a little shake.
“We fucked for a solid week,” he told him. Madden was now very awake, and sitting up, snatching his phone back.
“No way!” he said, right before he looked at his phone. Francois knew the moment he realised it was true. His eyes went wide, his nostrils flaring as he stared at the phone. “Wha - how??” he demanded, also shocked. His eyes then snapped to Francois, and he paled. “Oh god. Oh fuck, are you okay?! I…don’t know what that was but your body…you’re covered in bites and bruises, Not to mention all the times I knotted you…” His hands were fluttering around Francois, and he had a look of deep concern on his face. It made Francois go soft and gooey inside.
“I’m…fine,” he said, clearing his throat. His cheeks were burning, and he was feeling awkward now. “And nothing that won’t heal. You might want to check on work…my assistant is used to me going missing for weeks at a time. Your employees are probably panicking,” he said. Madden was a good boss and involved in the work, all of it. He helped out with grunt work just as much as anyone else, often filling in when people called in sick, or had an emergency. His employees spoke highly of him, and he could tell there was respect there. Madden cared about people, about his business, and his employees. He hadn’t met many business owners in his life who could say the same.
“Fuckkkk, Leretta is gonna kill me,” Madden groaned. She was his manager, but also an old friend. “Are you sure you’re okay though?” he asked again.
“Yes. Go on. I’m a big tough ‘omega’ who can fend for himself for a bit,” Francois said, his voice warmer and softer than usual. “I promise I’ll see a doctor if I find anything that looks infected though.”
Madden looked torn on what to do for a moment when another text came in and he grimaced.
“Yeah…I’m a dead man,” he laughed. “Alright. I’m gonna go deal with this.Quick shower, and then I’m off. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
“I…okay,” Francois said. This wasn’t how they usually interacted and he was so off kilter that he was surprised when Madden kissed him on the lips, soft and lingering. He was blushing as he pulled back, and Madden shot him his goofy puppy dog smile.
“Good boy,” Madden said, and winked. Francois scowled, his cheeks heating in embarrassment.
“Go,” he said, glaring at him.
“You know you love it,” Madden sang as he backed out of the room.
The thing was…he did, and he didn’t understand why. The entire week should have made his instincts go wild, made him combative and aggressive…not more horny and needy. He felt…strange, in a way that he couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was exhaustion. His body was aching, and he was hot. He hoped it wasn’t a fever. He’d check his temperature once Madden left.
Madden hopped into the shower, and Francois took the opportunity to check himself over while he was in the washroom. His ass hurt. Not surprising considering how many times he’d been knotted. His face burned as he thought about it. He had really done that, let himself be knotted. What was even more embarrassing was that he had enjoyed it, and wished he could do it again…once he’d healed up. He was covered in bites and bruises, and that was only on the parts of himself he could see without a mirror. He winced as he turned his head, and recalled the bite on his neck. He flushed harder still, a shiver running through him as he lifted his hand up to touch it.
The mark was painful, but scabbed over, but there were several more in the area. He grew even hotter as he thought about that. It was like Madden had really been trying to claim him as his mate. As an alpha it should have bothered him, but it was Madden. It wasn’t like there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t wish that was a possibility. Alphas couldn’t claim alphas though. Still…he hoped it scarred, even if it meant wearing turtlenecks for the rest of his miserable life.
Madden left the washroom a few minutes later, dressed, with his hair still dripping.
“I’m off! Seriously, call if you need anything, okay?” he said again. He looked worried, and Francois rolled his eyes as he always did.
“Yes, yes, I’ll call. I’m fine though, seriously. A bit sore and tired, and I need to rehydrate and eat something…have a shower…and a nap, but I’ll be alright. Now go, before they start blowing up my phone too,” he said, giving him a small playful shove towards the door.
“Okay. Wish me luck! I’m gonna need it…” Madden said, his laugh became strained as another text came in. He looked at Francois, and paused, and then lunged forward, pulling him into a heated kiss, his hand squeezing against the mark on the back of his neck. “Be good.”
Before Francois could tell him to fuck off, he was gone, the door closing behind him. He stood there naked in their living room, half hard, and confused, staring at the door with a look of shock on his face.
“What the fuck was that?!” he demanded of the room. Did…that mean something? Had their relationship changed from friendship to…what? Mates? They weren’t actually mated! His neck tingled though where he had touched him, and it was travelling down his spine, and between his legs.
Francois shook himself. He’d worry about it later. He needed food, coffee, and a fucking bath. He limped to the kitchen, his ass aching with each step. He pulled out the instant shit he usually drank because he didn’t have the energy to make it from scratch most days, and he drank too much of it to use anything else, and his biggest mug. He set the kettle on, and as he stood there he started to feel hot again. Unbearably hot, spreading from his neck into his body. He turned off the stove, and went to the washroom to find their thermometer. Slipping it under his tongue, he pressed a button and waited for the beep. When he pulled it out he frowned: it was a little elevated but still within the range of normal.
He went back to the kitchen, and poured the mostly hot water into his mug, and downed the coffee. Grabbing a muffin from the mixed pack at random, he then went to the washroom and drew himself a cool bath while he ate.