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Sergio Ramos was watching TV, settled into his genuine calfskin leather sofa, the OLED screen glowing in vibrant colors as it displayed the latest news from around the world.
It was hard for the alpha to concentrate, hard to make sense of what the news anchor was saying despite the silence filling the massive house. It was a silence that Sergio had enjoyed at first, a silence that felt good after the endless arguments he'd had with his omega husband, Luka Modrić.
Lately, however, that silence had become deafening. Sergio couldn't stand hearing nothing anymore—not when, just a short while ago, everything had been perfect. At least, in Sergio's eyes.
He couldn't understand why Luka, his omega, was acting this way. The alpha was a good husband. Fine, their marriage hadn't started under the best circumstances—it was an arranged marriage between two powerful families who needed to unite their heirs to preserve their fortune—but it was a marriage in which they had learned to live and grow together.
Sergio was an excellent alpha. He gave and bought Luka anything he wanted. He had always showered his omega with gifts—luxury watches, pure silk clothing, the latest collections straight from Fashion Week... Nothing was too good for his cute little blonde omega, and Sergio had made sure Luka knew it. But apparently, that didn't seem to be enough.
Their marriage had begun with rules, contracts, and agreements to bind two strangers who eventually learned to co-exist, but for some time now, that perfect couple had been nothing more than a facade. Within the four walls of this house, all that remained were two strangers sharing a last name.
The alpha grunted audibly and slumped deeper into the sofa, thoroughly frustrated by the behavior of his favorite Croatian. He wanted to grab the omega by the shoulders and shake him, ask him what on earth was going through his head—why, all of a sudden, was he no longer enough?!
Sergio stared at the TV screen, where the news anchor was still droning on about yet another local news story somewhere in Spain. He grabbed the remote and snapped the TV off aggressively; he wasn't in the mood to pity anyone else's misfortune.
"She didn't do anything to you," a soft voice cut in from behind him.
Sergio closed his eyes. He didn't even need to turn around to know who it was—he could recognize that gentle voice even if he were deaf. Luka was speaking to him. His sweet, small omega, who had been avoiding him for weeks, had just addressed him.
"So you remember you have a tongue?" the alpha snapped back harshly, immediately wanting to kick himself for it.
How many times had he secretly prayed in his office just to hear Luka's voice again? How many nights had he tossed and turned in his room because Luka didn't even want to sleep with him anymore...? And here he was, answering like that?! What an idiot he was.
"Sorry, Lukita... I... I didn't mean that," the alpha apologized lamely, but it was too late.
The bitter scent of distress was already in the air. He had hurt his omega. What a wonderful alpha he had turned out to be.
"It's fine. Good night," the omega replied flatly before turning to leave.
Spurred by the desperate urge to fix things between them, Sergio pushed himself off the couch and grabbed Luka's wrist just in time, stopping the omega in his tracks and forcing him to turn slightly toward Sergio.
"Hmm, I was thinking... maybe... maybe you could come back and sleep with me?" Sergio asked, filled with hope.
His heart was pounding in his chest. He awaited Luka's response with mixed feelings: he wanted the omega to answer, but at the same time, he dreaded the response he knew was coming.
Sure enough, Luka yanked his wrist from Sergio's grip before muttering, "Not tonight," and walking away.
Luka went up the stairs to his room—or rather, his new room, since he hadn't shared their marital bedroom with Sergio for a few weeks now. The omega's heart was heavy, almost as heavy as the alpha's, though he would never tell him that.
Luka shut his bedroom door behind him and leaned against it, letting his head rest against the smooth wood as he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
"Get a grip, Luka. Remember why you're doing this," he whispered to himself.
Yet it was so hard—hard to resist the alpha when he looked at him with those big brown eyes full of hope. Hard to keep standing up to him when, come nighttime, all he wanted was to be warm in the alpha's arms.
But Sergio had crossed the line. From the start of their marriage, the alpha acted as though Luka were a possession to be owned and ordered around. In the beginning, it was just buying him clothes and convincing him to wear them; then, slowly, Sergio took over picking out every single one of his outfits.
Then came Sergio ensuring that Luka could no longer use his maiden name—nothing felt like it belonged to him anymore if he was forced to use Luka Ramos instead of Luka Modrić.
Then Luka's favorite hobbies began to shift; he started adopting Sergio's interests instead... He, who used to love drawing and painting, hadn't touched a canvas in four years.
Finally, the most glaring thing of all was how Sergio had positioned himself as his only friend. Well, he still had friends—his best friends were still there for him—but outside that inner circle, almost everyone knew better than to get too close to Sergio Ramos's omega unless they had the power to fight off the alpha.
The omega had lost count of how many times Sergio had misinterpreted a sentence or a situation and ended up "shoving" whoever was in front of him because he deemed their behavior inappropriate toward his omega.
Luka slid down slowly until he was sitting on the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and resting his head on top. He exhaled sharply, feeling tears well up in his eyes.
He didn't want to cry—what a cliché that would be, right? An omega crying because he couldn't handle his alpha's possessive behavior anymore.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to think about the things he loved in life: his parents, his sister, his best friends, his cat, and the other animals they kept in their backyard farm... Then Sergio drifted back into his mind once more. Sergio, who at first had done everything to make Luka feel comfortable.
He had arranged the space and the house around what would make him happy—proof of which were all the blankets and cushions scattered throughout the house so Luka could nest wherever he pleased.
Sergio, who knew every single one of Luka's eating habits, always buying salenjaci, Luka's favorite pastries. Who knew how much the omega loved coffee, constantly stocking up on whole coffee beans so they'd never run out. Who knew that Luka, despite all omega clichés, couldn't cook—or at least wasn't very good at it—so he always cooked for them or ordered food.
Luka sighed, images of Sergio Ramos filling his head under very different circumstances... Sergio and his massive, muscular arms, arms as thick as thighs. The alpha's abs, perfectly chiseled and defined despite the layers of clothing he wore—Luka had lost count of how many times he'd drooled over those abs. But above all, what he loved most were the alpha's thighs—thick, powerful thighs that Sergio worked out day after day with near-religious dedication, a sight Luka never grew tired of.
The omega had lost count of how many times he had been riding those thighs, too—how many times he had simply ground his pussy against them until he came so hard he saw stars. He let out another long sigh, hiding his face in his arms... The sex with Sergio was incredible. No one had ever fucked him like that—not that he had much experience, only Sergio, truth be told.
But still, he could never forget how the alpha cherished his body, every single inch of it, especially his pussy, preferring to lick and gently eat Luka out rather than coming himself.
Luka felt the scent of slick and arousal gradually fill the room. Here he was, turned on just from thinking about his alpha. He knew his inner omega was screaming for the comfort of his alpha—it wanted him, reminding Luka almost constantly, but the Croatian fought his instincts to resist.
He had to resist Sergio if he ever wanted to regain the freedom to choose and decide for himself, hard as it was.
Luka felt the moisture building between his legs and squeezed his thighs tightly together, but it changed nothing. He was just as wet. Unfortunately, there weren't a million solutions to his problem.
He got up from the floor, pulled off his sweater, and tossed it carelessly onto the ground before walking toward his bed, stripping as he went. His pants and belt hit the floor with a thud, and Luka shed his final layer: his briefs.
He lay down on the bed, adjusting his pillows so one sat comfortably behind his head, and grabbed the jacket that had been lying in his bed for the past few days—a red Spanish national team jacket with the name RAMOS printed in capital letters across the back.
Sergio had been a footballer for a time—money surely helps open any door—and regardless, Luka adored his old kits. He loved this jacket even more because wearing it felt almost like being in the alpha's arms, and lately, it had become the only comfort he allowed himself.
So he slipped the jacket on, leaving it unzipped, and rolled up the long sleeves so his hands were free before letting them slide slowly down toward his pussy.
Luka spread his legs, and the feeling of dripping came almost instantly. He felt slick oozing slowly from his pussy and quickly caught the liquid with his fingers, spreading it over his folds. Closing his eyes, he sank his head into the pillow and let out a soft groan.
He thought of Sergio's hands, imagining the alpha's large, tattooed hands touching him, rubbing his slick everywhere before gently pinching his clitoris between his fingers. He started rubbing circles over his sensitive nub, his moans growing louder.
On the other side of the door, Sergio froze completely. The alpha knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he hadn't been able to resist wanting to know what his omega was doing, so he had made a habit of lingering outside his door from time to time—nearly every day, truth be told—just to listen to him living his life inside his room.
This wasn't the first time Sergio had caught Luka masturbating, and every time, his body reacted just as intensely. His dick was throbbing and hard inside his pants, begging to be taken care of in any way possible.
He swallowed hard before gently rubbing his hand over the prominent bulge in his trousers. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the omega's bedroom door.
He slipped his hand inside his trousers and under his briefs before gripping his dick. It was slick with leaking pre-cum, a result of his extreme arousal. He pulled it out into the open, closed his eyes, and timed his hand strokes to his omega's ragged breathing and whimpers of pleasure.
Sergio stroked faster as Luka's moans turned broken and breathless, his hand pumping up and down while his hips thrust forward as if he had his sweet omega wrapped around his dick rather than his own hand.
Both men came at the exact same time, breathing heavily on either side of the door, exhausted by the orgasm they had just shared. It was almost poetic, Sergio thought to himself—coming together despite the cold distance between them over the past few weeks. Not even the world's greatest novelists could have written it better.
Luka's chest heaved up and down; the orgasm had drained his energy, yet he still felt frustrated. Frustrated that it wasn't actually Sergio who had brought him to climax, but merely thoughts of him. He shook his head to banish the disappointment and sat up from the bed.
Still wearing the jacket, the omega buried his nose in the collar—Sergio's scent was still faint, though fading. He slipped it off, let it drop onto the bed, and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower.
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The next day came far too quickly for Sergio, who had spent the night dreaming of his omega. At least in his dreams, Luka didn't reject him. He yawned, blinked a few times, and rolled onto his side to check the time: 6:23 AM. There were still seven minutes before his alarm was set to go off, but it was too late now.
He rubbed his eyes, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. He wasn't going to postpone the one thing that brought him comfort lately: his morning workout.
The alpha changed quickly, running a hand through his hair to fix it roughly before leaving his room. At least being rich had its perks—like having a fully equipped home gym.
He stepped into the gym and froze. Luka was running on one of the treadmills. Sergio leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms to watch the omega.
Luka's hair bounced rhythmically with his strides, creating a soft wave of golden blonde locks. Sergio found himself smiling at the sight; it was captivating to watch. Despite the artificial room lighting, Luka's hair shone like that of an angel fallen from heaven.
His gaze drifted naturally down to the omega's hips. Sergio remembered vividly the feeling of holding that waist in his hands, the narrow shape of his hips. He flexed his fists, aching to place his hands where they belonged.
He let out an exhale, and the spell was broken. Luka turned his head and caught the alpha watching him from the doorway.
Luka didn't know what to make of Sergio's behavior. He was standing there in the doorway, staring at him with that unmistakable hunger of an alpha who sees his omega and wants him. Luka turned back toward the treadmill screen; he didn't want to interrupt his run or get lost in thoughts that weren't worth the trouble.
Sergio finally walked all the way into the room, his footsteps echoing on the floor. He headed to a corner and began stretching in silence—stretching out of habit rather than focus. His eyes wandered back toward the omega, who had finished running and was now stretching on the floor on the opposite side of the room.
The alpha paused his movements, watching Luka display his flexibility as he twisted his body in every direction. He swallowed hard, remembering how many times he had nearly folded his omega in half while fucking him. All those times Luka begged him to go faster, harder, and Sergio happily obliged...
He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and turned his head away. This was not the time to get worked up for nothing.
"Ouch," Luka murmured softly, and Sergio moved automatically to his side.
He was on the floor, his left leg extended in front of him. The alpha knelt beside him, placing his hand directly on his thigh.
"You should be careful, Lukita. You know your thigh has been delicate since the muscle tear," he said, gently probing his omega's thigh.
"I'm fine, Sergio. I think you can let go of my thigh," Luka replied flatly.
How long had it been since he last laid hands on his omega's thigh? After Luka's injury, Sergio used to rub it regularly to help him heal, but clearly, the omega hadn't kept up with the massages.
"You need to keep up with the massages, the doctor said so," Sergio replied without removing his hands. He even began to gently knead the muscle to massage it and help relieve the strain.
"I do what I want, and I'm telling you I'm fine. You can stop touching me," Luka said sharply, trying to brush Sergio's hands off his thigh.
"You're too stubborn, Luka! The doctor said it was the right thing to do, why do you insist on not listening?!" Sergio exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Don't I have the right to choose what I want to do or not?!" Luka retorted in the same tone.
"No! Not when it comes to your health," Sergio shot back, feeling his temper flare.
"I never get to decide anything for myself with you anyway!" Luka snapped, fed up with the alpha's obsession with controlling everything.
"What do you mean?! I let you decide except when I judge that you're being unreasonable—and right now, you are clearly being unreasonable!" Sergio replied, raising his voice.
He hated shouting at his omega, especially when Lukita was hurting, but he couldn't help it. He didn't understand why Luka kept rebelling all the time lately.
Luka stood up abruptly; a sharp pain shot through his leg, making him wince openly, though he refrained from commenting.
"That's your whole problem, Sergio! You always think you know better than me what's best for me!" Luka said, on the verge of a breakdown.
He was about to explode and unleash a barrage of home truths if the alpha kept pushing him and acting in such an archaic manner.
"Of course I know! I'm the alpha, and I'm your alpha, Lukita," Sergio replied aggressively.
That was the final straw. Luka could practically hear the remaining pieces of his heart shatter inside. He stared at the alpha with a look full of resentment and disgust before stepping backward.
He saw Sergio frown, and honestly, Sergio should consider himself lucky that Luka only stepped back instead of slapping him.
Luka exhaled to compose himself before locking eyes with Sergio. His light brown eyes had darkened, his lids heavy with that characteristic Slavic look.
"I think we should end this conversation right now, before we say things we can't take back," Luka said with icy calm before taking another step back and turning on his heel to leave the gym.
Sergio didn't understand the problem. He stared at his omega's retreating back in complete bewilderment. Why was Luka mad? What had he said that wasn't true? He was the alpha—it was his role to make decisions, shower his omega with gifts, think on his behalf. That was how his parents had raised him, so it had to be normal.
Luka went straight to his bedroom, showered quickly, and got out just as fast. He dressed in a hurry—a sweater and jeans were fine, no time to overthink. He grabbed a bag, stuffed a few essentials inside, and slammed his bedroom door shut on his way out.
He needed air; he needed to be away from Sergio for a while before he committed a crime of passion.
Luka quickly sent a text to Toni and Marcelo, asking them to meet him at a café nearby in town. He needed to talk and sound out his friends before doing anything reckless, even though he was firmly determined to leave Sergio for a few days.
The omega left the house swiftly without making a sound or giving Sergio advance notice. He got into one of their luxury cars—a black Porsche 911—started the engine, and pulled away from the home he shared with Sergio.
Luka stared absentmindedly into his coffee cup, his friends' voices sounding distant despite sitting right across from him. He couldn't concentrate on what they were saying. Toni and Marcelo hadn't stopped talking since he told them he wanted to leave Sergio.
"Think carefully about this, Luka. You and Sergio have been through a lot, and knowing your families, leaving Sergio won't be easy," Toni told him seriously.
His best friend, Toni Kroos, was also an alpha. He worked as an air traffic controller at the Madrid airport, and his composure under pressure was why Luka cherished their friendship so deeply. Toni could process massive amounts of information while remaining cool-headed.
Unlike Marcelo, who was far more animated, even for an omega. Marcelo worked as a firefighter, and sometimes Luka wondered how he was still alive given his habit of diving headfirst into everything.
Still, Marcelo was deeply empathetic and could read people like no one else, always finding the right words at the right time, so Luka listened to him closely.
"He's right, Luka. Besides, you've shared good years with Sergio. What changed?" Marcelo asked, clear worry lacing his voice.
Luka wrapped his hands around his warm mug, opening his mouth once and closing it again when the words failed to come.
He took a soft breath before saying, "At first, I liked how he took charge of everything. It was a change from how I grew up. But over time, it became suffocating. Sergio... hm... Sergio could control every single aspect of my life and see no problem with it. I feel like I have no freedom.”
Luka hesitated over his own words, struggling to express what he felt. Marcelo would surely understand, but how could he explain to an alpha like Toni that an omega also wants to make his own choices—that he needs to make his own choices to feel free and alive?
"Ah, my friend, I understand. Don't look like that. Sergio is an old-school alpha. You should talk to him—maybe you can work things out," Toni said calmly, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm.
Toni knew Sergio. He knew what kind of man he was, what kind of alpha he was, and he understood why Luka felt stifled. But Sergio had grown up that way. Alphas were taught to lead and command from a young age, even more so for Sergio because of his family name and status.
"Yes, but sometimes it's too much. I need air. I need to do something where I feel like I'm in control," Luka murmured softly.
He closed his eyes and swallowed back the sob rising in his throat.
"Go back to work!" Marcelo declared loudly.
Toni stared at the Brazilian omega as if a second head had suddenly sprouted on his shoulders, before his expression shifted to something more serious.
"He's right. You're an architect. Maybe you could apply to design the landscape sketches for the National Library garden in Madrid. I heard they're calling on architects to submit their best ideas before selecting a winner," Toni said earnestly, looking his friend in the eyes.
Toni wanted Luka to do it. Even if he didn't win—though truth be told, he was certain his friend would win; it was impossible not to love Luka's drawings.
"YES!! APPLY OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!" Marcelo threatened, completely carried away by the idea.
Marcelo genuinely wanted to help his friend. He wanted Luka to be happy in his relationship again. He had seen Sergio and Luka together countless times; those two were made for each other, but like any couple, they were going through a rough patch.
Luka shrugged indecisively before saying, "I don't know... It's been a long time since I drew anything."
Toni exhaled, crossed his arms, and shot Marcelo a glance to shut him down before the Brazilian could retort.
"Alright, Luka. How about coming over to stay a few nights at our place? Jessica and the kids would be thrilled to see you," Toni offered.
Luka looked at his two friends. He was lucky to have them in his life; he couldn't have asked for better friends.
He nodded in acceptance before whispering, "Thanks, Toni."
"And what about me?! Do I have to invite you over to sleep at my place too to earn a thank you?" Marcelo asked, feigning offense.
Luka chuckled softly before replying, "Maybe so, Marcelo."
On the other side of town, Sergio was stuck in a business meeting regarding the new strategic plan for the Ramos family enterprise. He sat there wearing a navy blue suit over a crisp white shirt—no tie, much to his father's dismay.
Sergio listened to the employees present the new action plan, even taking notes. He took his role in the company very seriously. He was on the board of directors, after all; his decisions carried significant weight for the firm's future.
He glanced at the watch on his left wrist, a Richard Mille RM 030, which showed it was almost 4:30 PM. He let out a quiet sigh, instantly earning a glare of disapproval from his father.
The alpha clenched his jaw before refocusing on the meeting.
The meeting wrapped up two hours later. Sergio was exhausted; it was one of those days where he just wanted to come home from work and melt into the arms of his omega, his sweet little Lukita. But the bitter reminder that Luka wasn't there—or wouldn't want to hug him even if he were—stung deeply.
Sergio got into his car and pulled out his phone to open a tracking app. Unbeknownst to Luka, he had downloaded a real-time GPS tracking application to monitor the omega's movements. It wasn't about control or possession, he reasoned, but prevention; he just wanted to make sure his sweet Lukita was safe and know what he was doing, so Sergio could step in if needed.
He stared at the blinking icon moving toward an address Sergio knew all too well: Toni Kroos's house. He scowled in irritation. What was his gentle omega doing at another alpha's home?! Okay, he should probably put things into perspective—Toni was married with kids, he wouldn't do anything to Luka—but still.
Jealousy began gnawing at Sergio's gut, and he decided that if Luka wasn't back home by tonight, he'd go pick him up himself.
The alpha returned home, parking his Ferrari in the covered outdoor garage. Stepping inside, Sergio shed his suit jacket without losing a second before rolling his shirt sleeves up to his forearms, exposing his tattoos.
He walked into the kitchen, tossed his jacket onto one of the dining chairs, and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water. Sergio didn't bother with a glass, drinking straight from the bottle.
It was now 11:40 PM, and Sergio was sprawled across the massive living room sofa, staring at his phone screen while the noise and light from the TV faded into the background. He glared at Luka's location pin—his omega was still at Toni's. He hadn't come home.
What game was he playing?! The alpha was rapidly losing his patience, glaring at the flashing dot as if it held all the answers.
He checked the clock: 11:45 PM. Right. He snapped up from the sofa. Without even turning off the TV, the alpha almost sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom. Sergio threw open his closet, pulled out a black hoodie and matching sweatpants, and threw them on quickly. Pulling the hood over his head, he hurried out of the house; he was going to get Luka and bring him home.
He climbed into his black Porsche GT3 RS—the only somewhat low-profile car he owned—and thought to himself that he really ought to buy a less flashy vehicle. At least one, just to be able to go incognito at night. But sports cars gave him the speed he needed, and driven by adrenaline and possessiveness, Sergio arrived outside Toni's house in under fifteen minutes.
He parked in a poorly lit alley before stepping out. Toni's house was large—not as grand as the one he shared with Lukita, but bigger than the average home. Pulling his phone back out, he checked the blinking dot again. Luka was still inside. Perfect. He was going in to get him.
Hood pulled low over his face and phone brightness dimmed to a minimum, he crept toward Toni's house. A quick glance around revealed no security cameras, so he seized the opportunity to scale the gate and slip onto the German's property. Not a single light was on—hardly surprising, as it was past midnight.
However, he still had to figure out which room Luka was in. The alpha approached stealthily, watching his footing so as not to make a sound or accidentally trip an alarm. He reached the living room area, and by some stroke of luck, the large sliding glass door had been left slightly ajar. What a reckless move... Sergio would have to complain to Toni—after all, his omega was inside, not to mention children. A bit more vigilance from the German alpha would be appreciated.
Oh well, at the moment, that oversight played right into his hands. He pushed the door open and slipped inside. From there, Sergio roughly knew his way around; he had been here several times before. He easily made his way upstairs, though he paused in the hallway, wondering which bedroom held Luka. He had never paid much attention to the floor plan before...
But Sergio did what any good alpha would do: he let his sense of smell guide him. If he couldn't track down his omega by scent, he shouldn't have bothered coming in the first place. He inhaled deeply several times until his nose finally caught Luka's sweet scent of honey and orange.
He walked toward the source, cracked the door open gently, and his eyes locked onto the sleeping form of his omega in bed.
Sergio entered the room, locked the door behind him, and crept up beside Luka. His omega was sound asleep, and Sergio almost felt guilty waking him up to leave. But upon second thought, he didn't need to wake Luka up at all—he could just carry him out like this. That was an option, too.
And so that's what Sergio did. He leaned down gently toward Luka, unable to resist running a hand over his face and hair. He heard his omega let out a soft sigh of contentment, and his ego swelled—this was exactly how Luka should be, and no other way. He leaned lower to gather Luka into his arms, tucking the omega's body against his chest, looping Luka's arms around his neck, and wrapping his legs around his waist.
Holding him tightly against himself, the alpha took a moment to bury his face in the omega's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of orange and honey that drove him wild. How long had it been since he held Luka this close?! He would have died if he had waited any longer. His inner alpha purred with pleasure, and Sergio allowed himself to purr for a few moments before stopping.
Sergio pulled himself together. This was no time to dawdle; he had to get out quickly before Luka woke up. He began walking with the omega cradled in his arms, deliberately taking slow, quiet steps. Even though it was playing dirty, Sergio purposefully released soothing, protective pheromones to keep Luka's inner omega lulled to sleep.
He finally made it out of the house and into the garden, where the main problem from earlier reemerged: he had climbed over the gate to get in, so how was he supposed to get back over with Luka in his arms?! Okay, that was a detail the alpha hadn't anticipated...
He looked around, thinking fast. He could go back inside to search for keys, but he'd have to put Luka down here, and he wasn't about to risk waking him. When the alpha tried setting Luka down on the ground, the omega whimpered in protest, sending a signal to Sergio's alpha, who purred again to soothe him. So leaving Luka behind was out of the question...
What was he supposed to do?! Maybe he could try climbing the gate with Luka in his arms. After all, the Croatian wasn't that heavy, and Sergio's large build should surely give him the strength to manage it. Sergio exhaled, then attempted to scale the gate, one arm wrapped tightly around Luka's waist while the other gripped the bars to haul them up.
To his surprise, he succeeded. The alpha landed on the street on the other side, his omega still pressed snugly against him.
Sergio wanted to jump for joy, but instead, he sprinted to his car and gently placed Luka into the passenger seat. Slipping into the driver's side, he started the engine, praying the roar wouldn't wake the omega. Yes, a less flashy car really wouldn't hurt, come to think of it.
The alpha cruised through the streets of Madrid. The roads were deserted at this hour—after all, who would be out around nearly 2:00 AM? He drove casually, no longer in a hurry, as the interior of the car gradually filled with Luka's pheromones, which Sergio's inner alpha thoroughly relished, judging by his constantly flaring nostrils.
Then, red and blue lights suddenly flashed in Sergio's rearview mirror as a police vehicle signaled for him to pull over. Sergio glanced at the passenger seat. Luka was sleeping soundly, and Sergio didn't want to wake him—if Luka woke up now, Sergio knew he'd be in a terrible mood, and he couldn't risk that. So he did the only thing that seemed logical to him in the moment: he refused to comply and floored the accelerator to outrun the police.
In hindsight, that choice belonged on the long list of stupid decisions he had made, Sergio admitted to himself, sitting in custody inside a cell at a Madrid police station. The alpha had no idea where his omega was, as the cell was locked shut and he couldn't see anything.
His inner alpha was clawing at him from the inside to get his omega back, roaring that he had held him in his arms just moments ago, and that was where he belonged—not stuck in front of cops armed to the teeth.
Sergio growled in a deep voice, making his displeasure clear to the officers guarding him. He wanted to find Luka and make sure he was okay. They had dared to wake his omega—and worse, without him by his side?! Luka had to be frightened. The thought made the alpha growl darkly, pacing back and forth in his cell.
"HEYYY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" Sergio suddenly yelled in frustration.
"LUKAAAAAA!!!! LUKITAAAAA!" the alpha began bellowing.
Luka sat across from a police officer, a young beta agent named Pedro who was taking his statement. He couldn't believe that in a single evening, Sergio had managed to get charged with trespassing for breaking into Toni's house, kidnapping for snatching him, as well as failing to comply and fleeing the police...
The omega was stunned, lacking even the strength to argue with the officer. He just quietly answered questions while waiting for Iker Casillas, Sergio's best friend and lawyer, to arrive and bail them out.
"LUKITAAAA! MY BABY, I'M HERE!!! DON'T WORRY!" Sergio kept shouting.
The omega was no longer listening to what the beta officer was saying. He wiped a hand wearily across his face. Sergio was completely losing his mind in his cell, and Luka worried the alpha would make matters worse with his antics.
On the other hand, hearing him scream his name with such desperation tugged at his inner omega; he wanted to go comfort his alpha, but Luka held back.
Sergio had crossed another line by kidnapping him, though Luka had to admit he found it strangely hot... Knowing his alpha couldn't stay away from him to the point of committing a string of crimes just to be near him stroked his inner omega's ego in all the right ways.
"NO, I WON'T CALM DOWN UNTIL I KNOW WHERE MY OMEGA IS!!!"
"HEY, DON'T TOUCH ME!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME!"
"WHAT!? I AM CALM!! NOBODY HERE IS CALMER THAN ME!!"
That was Sergio's voice... Luka sighed and stood up from his chair, saying to the police officer in front of him, "May I please go talk to him? He won't calm down otherwise."
"THE SECOND I GET OUT OF HERE, I'M SUING ALL OF YOU FOR SEPARATING A FAMILY!! YES, WE ARE A FAMILY, I'M MARRIED TO MY OMEGA!!"
"HEY, WATCH OUT, I'VE GOT THE BEST LAWYER IN THE COUNTRY! EVER HEARD OF MR. CASILLAS?! FUCK, GET OFF ME!" Sergio shouted again, wrestling not with one or two cops, but six officers trying to restrain and quiet him down.
The officers surrounded Sergio, each attempting to defuse the situation, but the Ramos alpha saw it differently. Whenever one came too close for comfort, he growled menacingly.
Luka approached the cell where Sergio was held. The door was open, and the omega could see the mess the alpha was in. He rolled his eyes, silently praying for divine intervention. Every time he thought Sergio couldn't outdo himself, well... he outdid himself.
Luka stepped slowly into the cell, and Sergio's head snapped toward him at lightning speed—the movement so sudden and sharp that Luka wondered how his neck hadn't snapped.
"Lukita, are you okay?" Sergio asked tensely, his eyes scanning the omega's silhouette frantically.
Luka nodded before asking the police officers, "Could we please have a moment of privacy?"
The officers hesitated before finally leaving the couple alone.
Sergio stepped toward Luka, who stopped him with a raised hand, saying in exasperation, "Do you realize what you just did, Sergio? Kidnapping me? Breaking into Toni's house and engaging in a police chase?!"
Sergio frowned, defensively crossing his arms over his chest before firing back, "So what?! I just went to get my omega so he wouldn't stay away from home. I have the right!"
Luka closed his eyes, raising his eyebrows in sheer frustration. May God help him and him alone, or he'd be the one ending up in solitary confinement next.
"No, Sergio, you can't do that! I already told you I can make my own decisions," Luka told him in frustration.
Sergio closed the distance between them, placing his hands on Luka's forearms and running them gently up and down.
"But Lukita, baby, why do you suddenly want to make decisions now? We were doing fine before, weren't we? I took care of everything, and you just got to enjoy it."
Luka exhaled through his nose in annoyance. Sergio either didn't understand or refused to understand, which irritated the omega even further.
"Sergio, it was fine for a while, but now it's out of hand... Do you even realize that sometimes you won't even let me wear the clothes I want to wear?" the Croatian asked, staring straight into his eyes.
Sergio grimaced before answering, "But I only want the best for you, Lukita! I want you to look good, to wear the latest designer collections."
"But Sergio, maybe I don't want that! Maybe all I want is to be able to make my own choices—like choosing to wear a blue sweater instead of the green one you insist I wear," Luka said.
The bewildered look on Sergio's face deepened before he released Luka's arms and took a step back to assess the omega's appearance. His sweet Luka was wearing a simple black sweater with blue jeans—something rather plain to Sergio's taste, as it did nothing to bring out Luka's fair Slavic complexion or shiny blonde hair. Still, Sergio held back from commenting, letting out a small sigh with a defeated look.
"Okay... you can choose your own clothes if that's what you want, Lukita," Sergio surrendered, utterly heartbroken.
Luka thought he was going to lose his mind. Was the alpha dense, or was he doing this on purpose?! Then Toni's words came back to him: Sergio had been raised this way; almost all alphas were wired like Sergio... He had to find a way to make him understand, and he decided not to beat around the bush any longer.
"I want to go back to work, Sergio," Luka said clearly.
He watched shock and then horror wash across the alpha's face in turn. Under any other circumstances, he would have nearly laughed at Sergio's expression, but not today.
"WHAT, LUKITA?! MY SWEET OMEGA WORKING?! BUT WHY?!" Sergio cried in horror, making Luka roll his eyes.
"You work, Sergio, why shouldn't I? Besides, I was working before we got married," Luka pointed out flatly.
"But... but I give you everything you want, Luka! Clothes, shoes, cars, jewelry, art supplies... You have everything, you're happy like this, I know it. Forget about working," Sergio argued, refusing to back down.
Luka frowned and answered coldly, "Who told you I was happy? You are happy with this situation. If the tables were turned, you wouldn't have lasted half as long as I have."
The words froze Sergio in his tracks. Luka was right; he would never have put up with such a situation... But saying he wasn't happy felt like a stretch—the alpha was almost certain his omega was just saying that to make a point.
"Are you happy? Huh, Lukita?" he asked him once more.
Hope flickered in Sergio's eyes, and Luka hated himself in advance for his answer, but he had no choice.
He replied, "No, I'm not."
Sergio blinked rapidly before taking a step back as if the words had physically struck him. Luka had never seen such a look of utter heartbreak on the alpha's face before. Sergio was anything but a miserable or sullen man usually, but right now, the contrast was striking.
"Oh... I... well, alright," Sergio said sadly, still struggling to wrap his head around the situation.
The alpha was in shock. He had taken punches that hurt less than this. Knowing his omega wasn't happy with him was the absolute worst thing an alpha could hear. It was proof of being a failure of an alpha—that he couldn't even provide for his omega properly if the man wasn't even happy with him.
He had to fix things if he didn't want to lose Luka. He loved him; Sergio would die for Luka. He needed Luka like he needed oxygen—he couldn't fathom a life without him by his side. His love for Luka was greater than his ego; he'd rather apologize than lose him.
Sergio ran a hand over his face in distress before sighing, "I... I... I'm sorry, Luka. I didn't realize."
An apology didn't erase everything, but it was a start, Sergio thought. It was the only thing he could offer right now while they were still stuck in a Madrid police station.
Luka tilted his head slightly, studying the alpha. He would never have guessed Sergio would apologize so easily. Though, Luka reasoned, given that this conflict had been brewing for months, the apology wasn't all that quick after all.
He gave Sergio a smile—a small smile, but a genuine, loving one—before saying, "Thank you, Sergio."
KNOCK KNOCK.
Someone knocked on the cell door to catch their attention, and both men turned around. Iker Casillas stood there. Despite the late hour, the alpha was dressed in a crisp, dark navy suit over a light gray shirt. Standing tall at six feet, Iker held himself with a confident posture and a stern expression.
"Seriously, guys? Was your marital life so lacking in drama that you had to pull off a plot straight out of a cheesy romance movie?" he asked, stepping inside the cell.
Luka and Sergio had the decency to look embarrassed, neither answering right away until Sergio finally asked, "Am I free to go?"
Iker exhaled heavily through his nose before saying, "Yes, Sergio. It's a miracle bite you’re rich and famous so… anyway as for this whole business of kidnapping your own omega... I don't even have the words."
Iker handed a piece of paper to Sergio, who accepted it without even reading it, saying, "Thanks, Iker. I told them you were the best lawyer in Spain."
Iker chuckled before replying, "Wait till you get my bill, then we'll talk."
That at least managed to draw a smile from Sergio, who reached out to shake his friend's hand, saying, "No worries, don't sweat it, mate."
Iker's smile faded as he looked at Sergio more seriously.
"However, the car is impounded. You'll have to retrieve it from the impound lot starting tomorrow."
Sergio grimaced before uttering, "Damn it."
"Thank you, Iker. I don't think we need to get that car back anytime soon anyway," Luka replied in a much calmer tone.
Iker nodded and shook Luka's hand, saying, "My pleasure, Luka. Just try not to get kidnapped so easily next time."
The drive home was quiet—an unusual silence for Luka, who was used to Sergio making his presence felt by talking loudly or staying physically close. But none of that happened.
They stepped through the front door in silence after thanking Iker for the ride. Luka sent a quick text to Toni apologizing for the trouble; he would likely see him later in the day, but it was fine.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" Sergio asked him softly. Luka stared straight into his eyes for a full minute without saying anything.
Did Sergio just ask for his opinion? Wow. The omega was almost impressed; that wasn't like Sergio, who usually made decisions for him.
"I don't know," Luka replied cautiously.
He wanted to see how Sergio would react, and all he saw was understanding in his alpha's big puppy-dog eyes.
"Alright, no need to decide right now. Do whatever you feel like," Sergio answered simply, turning away from Luka and heading up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Luka stood there watching Sergio's silhouette vanish up the stairs, still failing to comprehend what had just happened. Sergio couldn't change that quickly; Luka preferred to keep his guard up a little longer.
———-
A week went by like this. Sergio tried to keep his distance, avoiding hovering over Luka, trying not to smother him with his presence or choices. But it was hard—too hard for the alpha to watch the omega go about his routine without intruding. He had never intended to smother Luka; he had truly believed he was making his life easier by doing everything for him.
Panic was starting to set in, though he forced himself to panic in silence, trying hard not to fall back into his old habits. He was currently sitting at his desk in front of his computer, staring at the exact same email for fifteen minutes straight because his mind couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that he failed to make Luka happy.
He thought trips, designer clothes, sports cars, and fine jewelry would be enough, but Luka had clearly confirmed that those things didn't make him happy. He wasn't looking for material wealth; he wanted emotional connection, and Sergio didn't know how to navigate that territory—at least not properly.
He closed his eyes and slumped into his chair as past memories flooded back—all those times Luka had tried to talk to him. Every time, Sergio had cut the conversation short, asking Luka, "What more could you possibly need?!" without ever attempting to look beyond material possessions.
What a pathetic alpha he really was... How had Lukita, his sweet little omega, stayed with him for so long?!
Through this harsh self-reflection, the alpha concluded that thinking Luka's happiness could be bought was entirely wrong. Sure, Luka had everything he needed, but he still had every right to complain, and Sergio had to learn to stop trying to control every detail of Luka's life.
He liked to tell himself it was just being protective, that he only wanted to ensure his omega's well-being, but clearly he didn't know how to draw the line and stay reasonable.
On his end, Luka spent the week relatively peacefully, though he remained on guard. He suspected Sergio would eventually fall back into his old ways, but when?
The omega had even picked up drawing again, creating several sketches for the renovation of the Madrid municipal library. He wasn't sure which draft would be the final choice yet, but diving back into his old passion brought him immense joy. He felt alive again, reconnecting with a long-forgotten pleasure.
He was currently in his home studio, wearing an old white tank top and worn blue jeans, barefoot as he leaned over his desk drawing. His hands worked swiftly, erasing and redrawing the lines of the blueprint taking shape in his mind. He was deep in concentration; he had already made five drafts, and not a single sketch had satisfied him yet.
This one, however, seemed promising. He paused, holding the drawing up in the air to inspect it.
"Not bad. What is it?" he heard Sergio ask.
Luka placed the drawing back on his desk before swiveling his chair around to face the alpha. Sergio stood in the room, holding a confident, upright posture in a grey-and-blue suit that tailored him impeccably.
His muscular arms filled out the jacket sleeves perfectly, and Luka felt his throat go dry at the clear outline of abdominal muscles showing under the shirt.
Luka looked away, a blush creeping up his cheeks, and answered, "It's a sketch for the garden landscape at the Madrid municipal library."
Sergio raised his eyebrows in surprise before stepping closer to Luka. He walked up beside him and placed his hands flat on the desk to examine the sketch.
"Looks pretty good to me, but you don't seem satisfied with it, do you?" Sergio remarked, leaving Luka stunned by his perceptiveness.
He hadn't even needed to ask Luka for details; he instinctively understood that the omega wasn't happy with his work. Sometimes Luka forgot just how well Sergio knew him.
"Yeah... I don't know what to add to make it perfect," Luka admitted in a low voice.
"No need to make it perfect. Focus on making it functional above all. The library is always crowded—perfection doesn't hold up long in places like that," Sergio replied casually.
The alpha didn't realize it, but he had just completely shifted the omega's perspective, sending Luka's mind racing. The sweet scent of excitement began filling the room; Luka was buzzing, ideas swirling in his head because the alpha had just given him the breakthrough he needed.
Luka leaped up from his chair and threw his arms around the alpha, exclaiming, "You're a genius, Sergio!!!“
Out of sheer habit, Sergio wrapped his arms around the omega, his inner alpha letting out a low purr of satisfaction. Luka began purring in return, and Sergio thought he was going to lose his mind as heat surged through his veins.
He tightened his grip on his omega's slender frame, burying his face directly into Luka's neck to inhale greedily the delicious scent of honey and orange.
"Lukita," Sergio whispered against his skin, his hot breath brushing Luka's neck and sending a violent shiver down his spine.
Luka felt almost dizzy, unsure if it was Sergio's soothing sandalwood scent making him weak or simply the thrill of being in his alpha's arms after so long without physical touch.
"I missed you," Sergio murmured again before pressing a gentle kiss to his nape.
Luka let out a soft moan, prompting Sergio to continue, peppering delicate butterfly kisses all along his omega's neck. Luka tilted his head back, his inner omega yielding effortlessly to the alpha's tender touch.
Feeling bolder, the alpha slipped his hands beneath Luka's tank top.Sergio closed his eyes to savor the feeling of touching his omega's warm skin again. His hands roamed freely over Luka's hips, gently squeezing the yielding flesh.
"Hmm, Sergio..." Luka whispered softly, surrendering to the sensations washing over him from the alpha's touch and kisses.
"Let me take care of you, baby," Sergio murmured softly before capturing his lips in a deep kiss.
Sergio kissed him hungrily, his tongue exploring every corner of Luka's mouth as if discovering it for the very first time. The alpha used one of his large hands to tilt Luka's head farther back, securing better access to his lips.
The kiss grew messy and frantic, their saliva mingling, tongues tangling, teeth clashing.
Sergio lifted Luka and set him down sharply onto the desk before resuming his assault on his lips.
The alpha used his hands to pull off the omega's top and lunged back in to kiss him, but this time Luka pushed against his chest.
"No, wait, Sergio," Luka gasped, his voice breathless from lack of air and overwhelming arousal.
Sergio froze, staring at his omega, who looked like pure temptation. Luka's eyes were glazed over, his lips swollen and pink from the intense kissing, a tiny thread of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth. The alpha felt his dick throb violently inside his trousers at the tantalizing sight.
Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to maintain self-control before asking, "What's wrong, angel? You don't want to mess up your desk?"
Luka squeezed his thighs together as a surge of slick coated his pussy at the deep tone of Sergio's voice. He knew how weak-willed he became when his alpha treated him like this, but he had to hold back—he couldn't give in completely to Sergio all at once, or the alpha would think everything was back to being easy.
Luka quickly licked his lips, nervously brushing back his hair as he murmured, "I don't want to, Sergio."
"What? If it's about doing it in your studio, I can carry you to the bedroom," Sergio coaxed in a low, husky voice, leaning into his personal space.
But Luka pushed him away, shoving Sergio's face back before sliding off the desk onto his feet.
"No, I just don't feel like it, alright?"
Sergio frowned in confusion, but he didn't push. He might be possessive at times, but he was never the type to force himself on his partner.
The alpha simply nodded and stepped back to let the omega pass. He watched Luka hurry out of the studio, the faint trail of slick scent left in his wake the only proof of what almost happened.
Sergio exhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the scent of arousal his omega had left behind. He let his eyes wander around the room; it had been so long since he last set foot in here.
Everything about the studio breathed Luka.
Sighing once more, Sergio slowly began tidying up Luka's supplies. He returned the pens to their pots and organized the blank sheets and drawn sketches into two neat piles. Finally, he picked up the shirt Luka had been wearing earlier—a white tank top smelling sweetly of honey and orange.
He should give it back to Luka, he thought. Holding the top, he left the studio and walked over to the bedroom Luka had been staying in for the past few months. Sergio knocked, but receiving no answer, he cracked the door open.
"Lukita? Lukita, baby, I brought back your top."
Still silence.
Sergio pushed the door wide and stepped inside. He paused, allowing the overwhelming scent of his omega to envelop him—it was so concentrated it was almost suffocating, and Sergio parted his lips as if he could taste it in the air.
Hearing the sound of running water, he realized Luka was in the shower. He looked around the room, spotting Luka's nest and his red Spain national team jacket, smiling like an idiot... So that was where it had been all along.
He picked it up and inhaled—his own scent had faded entirely, replaced completely by Luka's. He rubbed his face against the fabric and stroked it against his scent glands at his neck to coat it in his scent once more.
Once satisfied, he placed it back down.
Suddenly, his eyes landed on a pile of laundry outside the bathroom door. He walked over to place the tank top on top, wanting to make it look like he hadn't trespassed into the room. But as he reached the pile, Sergio began sniffing the air frantically.
A strong concentration of Luka's slick scent radiated from the clothes, making Sergio's heart hammer against his ribs.
Was he really going to do this? Was he actually about to steal his husband's slick-drenched underwear...?
Well, he had already kidnapped his own husband, so what was one more boundary crossed? he rationalized, bending down to snatch Luka's panties.
The soft fabric was in his hands, and Sergio thought he'd lose his mind. They were tiny black lace-trimmed panties. The scent of slick was intoxicating, piercing his senses just the way he loved, and Sergio couldn't resist burying his nose straight into the fabric, inhaling deeply.
Hearing the shower turn off, his alpha instincts snapped into high alert. He practically sprinted out of the room, clutching the stolen underwear in his fist before rushing into his own bedroom and locking the door.
The alpha took a second to catch his breath before focusing on his prize.
Sergio collapsed onto his bed, hurriedly undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. He shoved his pants and briefs down just enough to free his hard dick, letting out a moan of relief as his hand wrapped around it.
Holding Luka's underwear in his other hand, the alpha shamelessly pressed it over his face, letting the scent of slick and his omega overwhelm his senses.
Sergio stroked himself shamelessly, growling and groaning as if Luka himself were sitting on his face rather than a piece of lace serving as a poor substitute. He pumped his hand up and down rapidly, rolling his hips for extra friction.
Soon, his shaft was slick and wet with pre-cum.
Sensing he was right on the edge, Sergio inhaled huge gulps of air filled with Luka's sweet scent.
Overcome with lust, the alpha extended his tongue and began licking the dried slick along the inner lining of the underwear. Within seconds, Sergio came hard all over his hand like a teenager.
The worst part was that it didn't even feel like enough. His dick remained rock-hard and throbbing. He wanted to fuck Luka so badly it hurt. He pulled the underwear off his face and wrapped it around his shaft, pumping his hand up and down again.
He growled and moaned, but it wasn't enough for his ravenous alpha, who angrily flipped onto his stomach.
Tightening the panties around his cock, his hips thrust forward and back into the mattress as if he were fucking Luka. He ground his hips down, moaning loudly, his fangs aching to sink into his omega's soft neck. Sergio came a second time, grinding his teeth together as he imagined biting into his omega's mating mark.
"Fuck, Lukita, you're driving me insane," he muttered, face buried in the mattress before closing his eyes.
——————
After that, Sergio decided not to push Luka. He knew his omega would come back to him; he just needed to be patient, hard as it was.
Lately, Luka had gone back to work. His design hadn't been chosen for the Madrid library renovation, but another businessman present that day had hired him to design the blueprints for his new building.
Consequently, Luka spent his days visiting the construction site, ensuring everything ran smoothly and the plans were being followed...
He came home late, exhausted, often skipping dinner altogether, but every night Sergio waited up for him regardless. He held out hope that maybe tonight would be different—maybe Luka would come to him of his own accord and this rough patch would be behind them. Alas, it was never the night.
Sergio checked the time on his Rolex. Luka was going to be late again... It was already 10:00 PM and there was still no sign of his omega. He sighed; the meal in the kitchen had gone cold.
He had been staring at his plate for two hours, waiting for the omega to return so they could eat together.
Sergio looked at his phone lying face down on the table—a deliberate choice to stop himself from blowing it up with texts and calls. He had promised to change, to give Luka his space.
That's what he was doing; he could do this. He could handle Luka working late, spending his days talking to other men. He was mature enough for this; he didn't need to worry...
Yeah, everything was fine, it wasn't the end of the world, Sergio tried to reason with himself. But the moment he heard the front door open, he jumped to his feet and headed straight for the foyer.
"Luka!!" he called out loudly.
Luka looked up to see Sergio walking toward him. His stride was tense, his shoulders stiff, and Luka wondered what was bothering the alpha.
"Good evening, Sergio. I'm late," Luka said softly.
"Damn it, where were—" Sergio cut himself off.
He stopped, closed his mouth, and exhaled before saying, "I'm glad you're home, even if it's late."
A smile tugged at Luka's lips. The alpha was really trying, wasn't he? Before, Sergio would never have let him come home this late—hell, he had literally kidnapped him from Toni's house.
And truth be told, Luka was coming home late on purpose. It might have been petty, but he was intentionally testing Sergio's limits.
"I had a long day, I'm tired," Luka murmured with a yawn.
"Oh... I cooked. Don't you want to eat a bit before bed?" Sergio offered gently, nodding toward the kitchen.
Luka hesitated. He wanted to sleep, but he could make an effort. He had turned down Sergio's offers far too often lately; he could accept this time. Besides, his inner omega longed to be pampered by its alpha—he had neglected his secondary gender for too long, and the alpha had been making genuine efforts.
He nodded, and Sergio's face lit up instantly. Luka was certain that if Sergio were a puppy, his tail would be wagging furiously with excitement right now.
He followed Sergio into the kitchen and sat down while the alpha bustled about, reheating the food, pouring him water, and taking care of everything. Finally, Sergio sat across from him, staring expectantly.
Luka almost felt like laughing, but he didn't keep the alpha waiting any longer and started eating.
"It's delicious, Sergio, thank you," Luka complimented softly, making the alpha's grin broaden.
"My pleasure, Lukita," Sergio replied before digging into his own food.
"Oh, by the way, construction is complete. Tomorrow is the grand opening of the building—would you like to come with me?" Luka suddenly asked, nearly causing Sergio to choke on his food.
He quickly swallowed what was in his throat, nodding repeatedly before stammering, "Yes! I'd love to accompany you. If you WANT me to, of course."
"Yes, I'd really like you to come," Luka replied calmly as a warm scent of contentment washed over the room.
Sergio felt his shoulders relax immediately. His omega was content, which soothed him in return. There was no better feeling in the world, he thought as he cleared his plate.
That night in bed, Sergio felt at peace. For the first time in months, he slept soundly. His inner alpha was satisfied—he had eaten, his omega had eaten, and Luka had even invited him along for tomorrow. He was practically bouncing with excitement for morning to come so he could accompany Lukita to the grand opening.
He had already chosen and laid out his outfit for the event. His sleek navy Tom Ford suit hung freshly pressed in its garment bag. The shoes and accessories were set neatly beside it so he wouldn't forget anything.
In short, Sergio was the picture of a happy, contented alpha at that moment. The only flaw in this perfect picture was that Lukita still hadn't returned to sleep in their shared bedroom.
Sergio tossed from one side to the other. Great, now sleep was out of the question—well done.
He rolled over again with a frustrated sigh before grabbing the pillow beside him, which had been empty for weeks, and hugging it tight. It wasn't Luka, but maybe it would help settle his mind.
He closed his eyes, forcing his heart rate and breathing to steady as he tried to drift off. He pictured Luka, his sweet omega, imagining the pillow was the small omega held close in his arms. His brain seemed to accept the fantasy, and the alpha finally fell asleep.
Sergio was having the most wonderful dream. He dreamed that he and his sweet, angel-like omega were passionately pleasing each other.
The alpha dreamed of his omega gagging on his cock while Sergio licked Luka's sweet slick directly from the source. Sergio buried his tongue inside his omega's dripping heat while Luka whined softly, lips wrapped around the alpha's shaft. Luka whimpered, on the verge of tears around Sergio's cock, while Sergio continued to devour his omega's sweet pussy.
Sergio dreamed he was coming down Luka's throat while his tongue remained plunged inside his omega. It was the best dream he'd had in a very long time.
The alpha woke up with a sigh of bliss. The sensation of being sucked off by Luka didn't stop even though he was awake. He could still feel something warm wrapped tightly around his cock, and he closed his eyes, thinking his dream was lingering longer than expected.
"Sergio... hmmm... Sergio, don't you want to wake up now?" Luka's gentle voice called.
"Luki... Lukita," Sergio practically whimpered, letting out sighs of pleasure as he rolled his head from side to side on the pillow.
Luka's mouth slid up and down Sergio's cock, his tongue tracing the thick veins along the length of the alpha's heavy shaft.
Sergio groaned shamelessly, his hands reaching out to grip the bedsheets tightly as intense pleasure mounted inside him. He shifted his hand, placing it over his omega's head as Luka took the full length into his mouth. Sergio tangled his fingers in the soft hair, breathing out heavily, but the sensation of Luka's hair in his hands felt entirely too real.
Sergio placed his other hand on Luka's cheek, startled by the radiant warmth coming off his skin.
"Luka? You feel so real," Sergio gasped in complete awe.
Luka swirled his tongue along Sergio's hard shaft before pulling his cock out with a wet pop.
"That's because I am real, Sergio," the omega replied, shifting up toward Sergio's face.
Luka knew he shouldn't have taken advantage of his sleeping alpha, but last night the urge to be near him had proven irresistible. He had succumbed to his instincts. Since Sergio had finally come around to understanding his perspective, he figured he could return to his side.
He had quietly crept into their master bedroom in the dead of night to sleep beside the alpha. Luka had pulled away the pillow Sergio was clutching to take its place, spending the night snuggled warm against his alpha.
Naturally, one thing led to another. Waking up this morning, he felt Sergio's hard cock pressing firm against his backside. He knew it was purely morning biology, but feeling it against him reminded him just how big and perfect Sergio's dick was.
The omega had tried not to overreact; he attempted to slip out of Sergio's hold, but the alpha had pulled him tighter against his chest. The poor omega was forced to lie there trying to stay calm while his alpha's massive dick rubbed against his rear.
And Luka had tried. He tried focusing on work, on anything else, but failed miserably. The single thought repeating in his head was: I want my alpha's cock inside me.
So he snapped. He began by gently grinding his backside against Sergio's cock, eliciting quiet sighs of pleasure from the sleeping alpha. Getting carried away as slick pooled between his legs, Luka slipped his hand down into his pants to touch himself.
The omega kept grinding against Sergio while rubbing tight circles over his clitoris. The alpha subconsciously shifted his arm, nearly suffocating Luka under his massive bicep, but it felt amazing—a delicious reminder of their past encounters.
He reached an intense orgasm within minutes, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. He wanted more.
So he turned around in Sergio's arms. Lucky for him, the alpha was a heavy sleeper. The omega gently rolled him onto his back and began stroking the bulge in Sergio's pajama pants through the fabric.
Luka lost himself in the heat, and that was how he ended up sucking off his alpha while he was still fast asleep.
Luka lay on his stomach over Sergio, gazing into the alpha's still-groggy eyes. A fond smile spread across Luka's face before he leaned down to kiss Sergio.
The alpha responded eagerly to the kiss, sliding one hand over Luka's rear and placing the other against his lower back.
Luka felt Sergio's tongue taking over his mouth, and he surrendered completely, letting the alpha dictate the kiss. Sergio probed every corner, tracing his teeth and gums.
The omega could feel his underwear soaking through with hot slick.
Sergio broke the kiss abruptly, stating in bewildered excitement, "Lukita, it really is you! The real you, not a dream!"
Luka smiled down at his alpha.
"Yes, it really is me, Sergio."
Sergio's eyes widened before he captured his lips again in a wild, frantic kiss. The alpha moved his broad hands to Luka's buttocks, kneading them roughly, pinching and twisting the soft flesh.
Luka moaned into Sergio's mouth, and the alpha drank in every whimpering sound—because right here, right now, every inch of Luka belonged to him.
Sergio pulled back again, and Luka let his head fall onto Sergio's chest, licking a quick stripe of skin before sitting up to straddle the alpha's hips.
He saw Sergio's pupils dilate, his dark gaze locked onto him. Luka smiled—he was going to put on a little show for his alpha. He slowly pulled off his top, then lifted his hips slightly to slide down his underwear.
The omega felt slick dripping freely, and judging by Sergio's ravenous stare, he could see it too.
He wiggled out of his underwear and tossed them across the room. Sergio's eyes tracked the flight of the lace, already plotting how he'd use them later.
Sergio placed his hands on Luka's hips, admiring the stark contrast of his large, tanned hands against the flawless, milky skin of his delicate omega.
He moved to guide Luka down, but the omega stopped him, asserting softly, "No, I decide. I'm taking charge."
Sergio swallowed hard, gazing hungrily at Luka. He didn't want to yield control, but he ultimately bowed his head and conceded.
He kept his hands resting on Luka's waist, watching as the omega took his shaft in hand, lining it up with his wet opening before sinking down millimeter by millimeter.
Once Luka had taken him all the way to the hilt, he let out a long shuddering breath, eyes fluttering shut. Sergio felt like he could die happy from the sight. He closed his eyes to revel in the moment—having his omega right where he belonged: filled and flushed on his cock.
He couldn't resist bucking his hips upward, causing Luka's eyes to snap open. The omega leaned forward, placing both hands flat against Sergio's chest.
"I told you to let me do it," Luka warned in a low tone.
A predatory grin spread across Sergio's lips as he growled back, "Impossible, baby. I can let you manage everything else on your own, but not this. Never this."
Luka gasped softly right before Sergio drove his hips upward once more. The omega squeezed his eyes shut as Sergio began pounding rhythmically up into him.
Luka had forgotten this feeling—being stretched full and blissful around his alpha's shaft. He had forgotten how massive and hot Sergio felt inside him. How had he survived all this time without it?!
Sergio plunged in and out relentlessly, their wet skin slapping together. The omega bounced helplessly on his length while Sergio's powerful hands effortlessly drove him up and down.
"Aanghhh, alpha..." Luka whimpered in absolute need.
"Hush, baby, your alpha is taking care of you, Lukita," Sergio coaxed, snapping Luka down hard onto his cock.
"You're never leaving me again, you hear me? I'm never letting you wander off like that again, baby," Sergio commanded, punctuating every word with a deep, punishing thrust.
"Ngh, yes! Yes!" Luka whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure.
"Yeah, I know, baby. You can work, you can do whatever you want out there, but once you're on my cock, I make the rules," Sergio growled, lifting Luka by the hips.
"I call the shots in bed, got it?" Sergio demanded, holding Luka suspended right over his tip.
He didn't move an inch up or down, waiting for his omega's answer—demanding that at least in bed, the omega wouldn't fight for control, because Sergio was never going to give that up.
"Yes! You call the shots!" Luka cried out.
But that wasn't enough for Sergio. "Say it again. Tell me again," he commanded in a dominant tone.
"You, alpha... You decide... Please!" Luka begged, delighting Sergio.
The alpha slammed Luka back down onto his cock, drawing a loud moan of ecstasy from the omega. Sergio hammered into him ruthlessly, driving Luka wild as he surrendered entirely to the sensation.
Slick squirted everywhere around his entrance, wet clapping sounds filling the room, pushing Luka over the edge.
Feeling the heat coil tightly in his lower stomach, he gasped, "I'm going to come, Sergio!"
Sergio grinned darkly.
"Come, Lukita. Come on my cock, my gorgeous omega."
That was all Luka needed. An intense orgasm hit him like a wave, draining every drop of energy from his limbs.
He collapsed onto Sergio's chest as the alpha kept thrusting through his climax. When Sergio tightened his grip around his body with a deep, guttural roar, the omega knew his alpha was coming too.
Sergio pulled out, and Luka felt the warm fluids leaking from his throbbing, overstimulated entrance.
He closed his eyes and snuggled comfortably against the alpha's warm chest; he needed to rest before tonight's grand opening ceremony.