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As an Omega, faking being a Beta is difficult, faking being an Alpha is impossible for the long run, especially with no heat suppressants. Tamsy Caines takes his suppressants on the regular, a small dosage every week, and some hormone blockers every Morning. It's a wonderful balance for him, his pheromones always were more of a neutral than the overwhelming scent he’s experienced on others. It’s difficult to pretend to be something he’s not. But, suppressing the hormonal urges and scents of an Alpha is easier than that of an Omega, faking said hormonal urges and scents, however now that’s where he’ll get his fun in. He doesn't remember when he first faked being an Omega, but he does remember how easy it was to wrap some nobody around his fingers through the sweet-scented perfume, though. So, he kept up the act, events after events and he’d join the Cleaners as an Omega on suppressants, Tamsy had no surprise in him with every stereotypical assumption some of the Alpha cleaners made, he knew of the widespread misinformation about Omegas; he was just glad none of the Omega cleaners had any suspicions. Or maybe they do but just don't bother exposing him because surely there's a reason he hides something so important, right? It's a respect thing, that's for sure, nobody really questions anyone about their secondary gender, and Tamsy appreciates that.
He’s been more than pleased with himself for this month. His wonderful plan to ignite the flames within Rudo has been going smoothly. Sure, he’s grown a little impatient, but no matter to that, with the way things are falling into place, he needs to give Rudo more time. And that gives him a little more time to find the walls around Enjin crumble. Yes. The one spark that would make a perfect, flawless act of love, and all he’ll have to do is kill Enjin, and kill him he will. All he needs is an opening, a perfect opening, a moment of vulnerability. Lucky for him, today he had a little inspiration, mainly because for once, his curiosity gently pulled him towards the supposed Beta cleaner. So, he thought, why not let off a little steam? Maybe, just maybe he’ll get an insight into a vulnerability of the newly gained father figure for Rudo, maybe he’ll find switches to press, buttons to trigger. Anything that could amuse him would also be welcome as well, he can't just get nothing out of this, no way. And who could resist a poor, miserable, shaking Omega in the middle of the night asking for some company? Nobody Tamsy’s played with, that's for sure. Today, he made sure to not interact with anyone, act a little ‘strange’, and stay in his room, relax until nightfall. The neutral perfume he usually wears won't do for his… mischievouslittle plan. And now he’s glad he kept the citrus and lemon grass scented perfume in his drawer, it's not as strong as he expected, at least not for a perfume he purchased from a local pheromone shop, buuut from what he’s witnessed, some people drool over this stuff. Just like the bunch of freaks they’re all supposed to be. Disgusting when he thinks about it too much.
Now, away from those thoughts, he hears the final door in HQ close, and by now he’s watched Enjin enough to know he stays up far later than 11pm, and right now, it's half past. As annoying as it is, Tamsy’ll give his hair a bit of a messier look, the normally perfectly styled strands of hair now flopping down more, the nicely put together bun of his he pulls at, makes it messier, blonde hair falling out and joining his darker undertones. He’ll keep the majority of his uniform on, wrinkle it in places like he’d been curled up in a ball, just for a small dramatic effect, can't be too careful with someone as guarded as Enjin. One, two, three pumps of the perfume should be enough. Tamsy doesn't bother with anything more, it's late, it's dark, that's all he’ll need. Careful, “shaky” steps is what he takes once outside of his own room, softness of his shoes hitting the floor, a steady rhythm. A similar rhythm he takes on when knocking on his door, keeping his posture slumped and letting his facial features pull themselves into a miserable, sad gaze. He listened to the sound of a window closing, movement of a chair against the floor, and footsteps. Stopping right in front of the door.
Enjin stared at the doorknob, licking the blunt edges of his teeth. Whoever could knock at his door at this hour? Not Riyo, she stopped doing that months ago, most likely bothering someone else, maybe Rudo. And if that's the case then Rudo wouldn't be here, either. Zanka takes his sleep schedule way too seriously to come to visit in the middle of the night, and if he did, he’d be screaming his throat raw about an emergency. Amo is out of the question for… obvious reasons.
Another small knock, this time followed with a heavier thud against his door, a sigh from the other side made Enjin finally turn the knob and open his door. He wasn't met with anyone he’d expected, quite the opposite. Tamsy standing at his door, looking all messy and shaky was not — what the fuck is that smell. Enjin blinks at the other, face illuminated by little light coming from outside his window, the other looked tired, his breath sounded labored and heavy. It takes the smaller man a moment to realize the door had opened, a small “oh.” Coming from him. “I didn't think you’d actually answer.” He mumbled, straightening his posture, his eyes half open, or barely staying open, Tamsy swallowed and took another short breath before talking again. “Apologies, but I —….” he presses his lips thinly, eyebrows knitting together with his frown. “I don't….” Tamsy inhaled, shakily and in all honesty, Enjin was already considering bringing him over to the infirmary to lie down and wait for Eishia to come back in the morning and check on him. “… I don't feel well and the smells around my room are, you know…” Enjin eyed Tamsy’s expression and then the fidgeting of his hand over his long sleeves.
“I don't, why’re you here exactly?” The younger male looked away, around the hallway and huffed. What was up with him today? And that annoying sweet smell, it irritates Enjin’s stomach smelling that.
“I’m just — can I please spend the night? I-I think the last dosage of suppressants didn't work well enough… and…” And because everyone assumes Enjin’s a Beta Tamsy of course thought he would be the perfect candidate to go to for this. Great. Juuust great. Curse his genes. “Everything's just too much, I never had this happen and…” And Tamsy’s corner of the dormitory was filled with either Omegas or Alphas, while Enjin’s was farther off with most of his neighbors being out the majority of the year with no smells sticking. Yeah, checks out. Enjin tilts his head back bites his bottom lip, on one side, this is probably the first time he’s witnessed Tamsy so out of it, and it's not like he's that bothered by smells but, he’s not a Beta at all and if Tamsy stays in his room, there’s a chance it’ll imprint on him, and then questions’ll rise, where’s Tamsy? Why’s Enjin’s smell so off today? Hey, Enjin why’s Tamsy in your damn bed? “Enjin?” Fucking damn it. He can't just leave Tamsy here and tell him to go back to his room. “I can go, sorry if I woke you.” Oh, for Trash’s sake.
“Wait.” Enjin said, placing a palm on one of Tamsy’s shoulders, the tenseness of them are shockingly easy to feel through the fabric of the smaller male’s uniform. “C’mon, if anyone sees you smellin’ like that they’ll fuss over ya.” There had to be a reason Tamsy came to Enjin out of all people, and that in the middle of the night, too. He’s just really not in the mood for taking care of someone else’s heat right now. Tamsy hushed a small thank you and walked in, Enjin closing the door behind him. The Blonde watched the other, two-toned one look around his room for a moment, until Tamsy’s eyes fell on Enjin’s miserable couch. The taller man scowled and just led his coworker over to his bed, he doesn’t know shit about heats but clearly Tamsy’s just uncomfortable in general so least make the best of what he has so long as his hospitality stays with his patience. “Just lay down, I’ll get Eishia in the mornin.” The Omega blinked up at what he, by all Enjin knows, assumes is a Beta and smiles warmly, and by all the Garbage piling up on the ground, Enjin wanted to die right now. He wanted to choke and die because this poor guy’s clearly not in the right mind and is walking around like a Bambi on ice, the Ashen blonde probably didn’t even know why he came over. From all he’s heard and seen, Tamsy’s probably taken Suppressants all his life and had no education other than it being a reproductive cycle. Why does Enjin always get stuck in situations like these? Right now he’s got an Omega in his bed, a pretty Omega at that, and worst of all, now that he’s thinking about it more Tamsy checks almost all of his attraction slash hook up boxes. Man, is he glad he’s only into chicks or his brain would go haywire. All hail Heterosexuality, or whatever.
Tamsy takes his time getting comfortable in Enjins bed. Now, that was way easier than he expected, not only did he just get invited into a private space with Enjin where he could observe the other more closely but maybe just maybe he could get away with this a little more often, just gotta keep up the act. Not like that’ll be hard. Enjin’s pity is one vulnerability he’s witnessed countless times, it’s something the cleaner can’t really cope with, at least from how Tamsy’s seen him. The moment Enjin takes pity on something, he want’s that pity to go away as soon as possible. And now imagine a poor, unknowing Omega with suppressants that do little to nothing anymore, would that push Enjin further to a crumbling wall’
“How’d this happen, anyway? Ain’t O’ppressants supposed to work flawlessly, cause of all the risks?” Tamsy hummed in a dramatic, miserable tone, burying himself deeper into the blankets, letting his eyes rest on Enjin’s shoulders, every little movement counts right now.
“I bought the last batch in a hurry, took the cheapest pack and just left.” He murmured, watching Enjin’s expression turn from a slightly annoyed one, to a smug smile.
“Didn’t you scold Rudo ‘bout the same thing with his suppressants?” Enjin withheld a laugh as he trotted back to his desk, Umbreaker still leaning against the wall beside it. “What’d you say again? “Omegas have a responsibility to take care of their bodies in order to stay civilized” or somethin?” Tamsy blinked at him, a little wide eyed. He didn’t expect Enjin to hear that, or even listen. The blonde will notice though, he’ll listen and that does really just prove the distrustful and well-guarded man that Enjin is. Scary, especially for someone like Tamsy.
“Well, as they all like to say “do as I say, not as I do”” Enjin laughed at that comment, closing a book he’s apparently been reading and Tamsy watches him closely, and he probably creeped the taller one out by it, because right before Enjin went over to his closet to get some comfortable clothes, he stared right back, a comically questioning look on his face.
“Do you maybe want to shower before I go? I’ll lend you some ‘o my clothes.” So noble of the man! Offering his shower to the poor little thing in his bed. Though, he’d rather not lose the scent of the perfume too soon. So, Tamsy weakly shakes his head and makes himself smaller in the bed. He really hopped all these mannerisms were at least making Enjin pity him more, otherwise this is nothing but pure humiliation. He’ll kill Enjin and blame it on suicide if that’s the case. “Really? Ain’t your body burnin’ up and all that nonsense?” Enjin walked over to Tamsy bending over slightly to examine the other, the light from the window gave him an intimidating shadow, one that could swallow the ashen blonde within minutes.
Enjin studied Tamsy’s face, the soft features of the Omega pulled into a tense smile, or, maybe that was just how heats are, tense and stressful. All he saw was a pair of — were they always this big? — pale, yellow eyes staring back at him, the only softness in his expression, Tamsy’s ridiculously beautiful face was encased by a few strands of hair, some hugging the sweaty sides, others falling over his eyes, long, blonde eyelashes protecting them from any stray hair going in. Just for good measure, Enjin pushes some of the hair out of the other’s face, sucking on his teeth as he kept looking. He always thought it looked so strange, how the long, curled eyelashes elegantly followed Tamsy’s blinking, as if animated, frame by frame someone intentionally made them move that way. He kept his hand on the Omega’s cheek for a moment, attempting to feel any form of temperature change. To no avail, maybe it really is just a figure of speech? He moves his hand over to Tamsy’s forehead, nothing too warm. Then why — Enjin’s train of thought halts when he felt Tamsy almost gingerly take his hands and hold it. They both kept there, for quite some time. Tamsy staring up at Enjin, Enjin feeling the other’s warm fingers snake their way between his. The common noise from outside fell quiet, or at least it felt like it, a silence drew out between the both of them and Enjin couldn’t read anything on Tamsy’s face, there was a calm in his eyes, disturbed by something he couldn’t place. It made him uneasy, because that disturbance had always been there, lurking. Maybe it was the suppressants, maybe Tamsy was just someone to bottle everything up, Enjin never really cared enough to think about it. How does and Omega even manage, especially someone like Tamsy. He isn’t as physically strong as most other cleaners, barely above average, compared to Delmon he looks almost fragile. Compared to Enjin he looks like a Doll, maybe. Not fragile, but smaller, something you’d want to put up on a shelf somewhere and adore.
"Do I look sick to you, Enjin?" The low, husky tone threw Enjin'strain of thought off the rails, right into the middle of nowhere while his eyes searched for any place other than the Omega's face. He pulled his hand away and stood back up, giving himself a stretch, shaking his head. A part of him wants to ask what just happened, though, the better, logical side of him knows it's just some weird Omega thing where they just suddenly look like porcelain dolls. That's it, nothing else to it. “Enjin?” Stop saying his name like that, that's so unfair. "Are you tired? I can move to the sofa if—"
"What? Nahhh. All good, stay there. I never really sleep there, anyway. Too soft for me.” That's a lie, Enjin would always crash right there, the spot where Tamsy made himself comfortable and he'd sleep off whatever exhaustion he had left in his body. As the Taller cleaner looks back down to his bed, he lets his eyes wander. Starting at the blanket, occasionally looking over to the window, until he once again stares, taking in Tamsy's soft, almost gentle features and he doesn't catch himself early enough to not be noticed staring.
"Are you sure?" Negative.
"Positive, Tams. Just lay down and chill for a moment." Tamsy just blinks, those damn pale eyes of his following, no stalking, Enjin's steps over to the small couch. He plots down with a grunt and sprawls out like he would on a day off with a cold beer. And Sphere be damned, sleep came slower than he wanted to, so slow in fact, that after twenty minutes of just idling, he turned his head just slightly to the right and see the most peaceful sleeping face he's ever seen on anyone. It didn't help the feeling that Tamsy was still somehow watching him.
An uncomfortable warmth stuck at the side of Enjin’s body when he woke up, the sickly sweet smell of lemongrass in his nose, with a pleasant hint of fresh plants following it, though the lemon grass ruins the whole experience a little. He opens his eyes, expecting to be alone, on his couch but fate has something else in mind. Enjin awoke with strands of long, silky hair traveling down his torso over his arms and the weight of Tamsy’s head on top of his chest, the younger cleaner had a subtle, small snore accompany his steady breaths, while Enjin’s stopped all together. The Alpha’s heart started beating like he’d run miles without stopping, and as if on cue, Tamsy stirred, lifted his head and awoke. Right — Enjin thought. Omegas and their weird sensitivity. The older male patted him on the back, gaining a small grunt from him as he let his head crash back down onto his chest.
“Ain’t a morning person? Yer always to approachable at 8 am, dude.” Enjin murmured as he attempted to pull Tamsy off of him. To no avail, the Omega didn’t budge, quite the opposite, he was set on staying in bed like this. Which wasn’t ideal, Enjin had shit to do. Like mentor Rudo, or terrorize him depends on what day it was. And speak of the devil, just as that little, white-haired rascal crossed his mind, his collar went off.
[[ENJIN, WHERE ARE YOU?]] Enjin groaned, bringing a hand up to his collar to speak.
“I’m in bed.”
[[BUT YOU SAID YOU’D TRAIN WITH ZANKA, RIYO AND I TODAY!]] In the farther back of the collar’s sounds, Enjin could hear someone praise Rudo. For what, he wonders?
“I can’t, I got a lil situation goin’ on.” Another wirring of his collar announced someone officially joinging the conversation.
[[DO YOU NEED HELP?]] Zanka asked, with the little shuffling noice heard, Enjin can only assume he was already walking over.
[[“THIS GUY OFF YOU”?]] They both echoed.
“Yeah got a sicky over here clingin to me like a Trash Slither Beast on a stick.” Enjin attempted to pull Tamsy off again, realizing the other really went back to sleep clinging to him. “Just gimme like 20 minutes” is what he would’ve said if it weren’t for the sound of his door suddenly opening. Both the Ashen blonde and white-haired boy stood there, first wide eyed, then entirely questioningly looking at each other and back towards whatever it is that they think they saw. “Alright.” Enjin sighed, pushing himself upwards to sit straight, Tamsy’s head gently falling off into the mattress. “First of all, it ain’t what it loolks like.”
“That’s what Zanka said, too —” Rudo said, yelping when the back of Zanka’s hand met his head.
“Second of all,” Enjin started. “Yall can’t just barge into my room like that, what if I were naked or somethin?”
“… You’re…” Zanka pointed his finger at him, a confused look on his face. “… Not? Naked?” Rudo gave him a nudge with his elbow.
“So just shirtless, then. And Tamsy has nothing to do with it.” Enjin groaned in response, shuffling his way over to the edge of the bed, only to be caught by Tamsy and crashed back down again. The two teens watched on in confusion as they slowly closed the door. “We won’t tell anyone, promise…!” is all Enjin heard before the door clicked shut.
“Care to explain how I’m in my bed?”
Tamsy hummed contempt, the softness of his cheek resting against Enjin, the other was still half a sleep, apparently. He murmured something but Enjin could barely understand him.
“You always like this when your heat’s creepin in?” The Alpha pulled Tamsy’s face closer to his with a gentle tug, the other’s pupils dilated sightly, giving those cursed eyes such a soft, harmless look. This feels like the weaponized femininity they would talk about in movies, just that right now, it wasn’t a hot chick trying to seduce him, but a pretty guy asking to just sleep for a little longer. “You conscious, man?”
“Mhm.” Enjin didn’t believe that one bit, he reached over to his collar to contact Eishia, only for the warmth of both Tamsy’s body and Enjin’s blanket to be lost to the floor, a heavy thud was heard as Enjin hastily moved over to where Tamsy fell. The guy was completely out of it.
“Oh, shit” He said, flinching when Tamsy’s head shot up from the messy Blanket, blinking at nothing before he shook his head. “You alright there?” The smaller male only huffed, standing up rather shaky as he pulled the blanket with himself. Enjin just watched the almost miserable display of a tired Tamsy trying to climb back into bed.
“Apologies, I’m a little out of it.” He said, finally sitting down on Enjin’s bed, wrapped in the warm blanket.
“I can tell.” Enjin replied and immediately regretted it when he saw that pitiful, almost shameful look on Tamsy’s face. “Is this for real your first time with the suppressants actin up, ever?” The Omega bit his bottom lip, averting his gaze and looking out the window.
“I’ve been taking them ever since I was a child, they worked smoothly until now.”
“Since you were a kid? Without a break?” Tamsy just nodded and now, suddenly, a lot of things made sense. Enjin’s heard of cases where someone’s suppressants stopped working because of their body adjusting to the prescribed dosage, and if that’s what Tamsy’s experiencing right now, they he might have a problem for later missions. “How bout you go ‘n check in with Eishia, maybe she got some emergency suppressants.”
“Thank you, Enjin.” Again, he says it in that sensual tone, the creeping feeling of something slowly reaching out to his neck and pulling harshly on a leash he long discarded of. “I honestly didn’t think I could’ve slept in my dormitory tonight, thank you.”
“Hey, no prob. We’re all here for each other, right?”
We’re all here for each other, right? Bleh, those sweet, worthless words drip off Tamsy’s tongue like a disgustingly thick liquor. It’s been a good month after Tamsy’s nightly visit, he originally planned to be more pressing during this month, but Enjin already did all of that for him. Like some worried mutt he’d look over to Tamsy, stare at him for any signs of a heat he’ll never even have and it made the Alpha crack up on the inside, if he could’d he’d laugh in Enjin’s face repeatedly at that worried look he shoots him. How stupid and gullible can a guy be? Surely Enjin’s the bottom of the barrel. Tamsy didn’t even have to do much anymore, Enjin just kept creeping his way into Tamsy’s space, keeping a close eye on him. All because Tamsy acted like a scared, cornered damsel in distress. The more Tamsy pulled, the more Enjin pushed, they’d end up existing in the same room passively and peacefully. If any of his coworkers noticed, they sure didn’t go out of their way to say anything. All except for Delmon.
“It’s alright, Delmon.” Tamsy said, smiling at his teammate brightly. They’ve been having discussions about Enjin’s looks and stares for a few days now. Delmon finds them distasteful, mostly because he believed Tamsy is looked down upon by some of their coworkers due to not only his physical state but also his “second gender”.
“He keeps doing it and I’ve caught him multiple times! He keeps staring dead on at ya and you do nothin! That’s outragous to me! Enjin clearly wants something and by the looks of it he’s trying to catch you off guard.”
“Why so paranoid, my dear friend? I’ve told you before, stares are nothing to worry about. Some people stare because it’s their enrichment.” Dalmon waved Tamsy’s excuse off the table, shaking his head.
“Ever since your lil outbreak he’s been looking like that. That’s what’s botherin me!” There was little to no way to get Dalmon to see eye to eye with anyone once he’s set his mind on something. That’s just the way he is, and Tamsy wouldn’t want it any other way, truly. Dalmon was one of the few cleaners Tamsy not only tolerated but also liked. “Y’know who looks like that? Guys that want somethin!” Tamsy just laughed, gaining an angry huff from Dalmon. They both kept up conversation, mainly Dalmon asking Tamsy about the new suppressants he’s been taking, thanks to Eishia’s capability to read the room, she gave him the actually needed dosage of Alpha suppressants instead of the omega counterpart. That was one thing Tamsy was thankful for, the young girl’s tight lips. She doesn’t need to know the reason for Tamsy’s false second gender, and she’s polite enough to keep the information to herself. Dalmon never asked questions he isn’t supposed to, a respectable man with respectable, natural curiosity.
It's slowly getting dark outside, and Tamsy feels the day weighing heavy on him as the conversation drags on. Dalmon doesn’t question it much, now moving point of attention more to himself than Tamsy. He’d listen to the other for another, longer while, eyelids heavy as he let his mind wander, he could be in bed right now, let his fatigue take him, or let off some steam, dig his nails into soft skin, the smell of cigarettes and cologne sticking to his tongue, he could feel the warm, pulsing twitching flesh of the other’s insides, a bloody, beautiful mess before him, barely holding on as he pulls out more and more of the other’s intestine. Guts over guts, hot, sticky, nasty, and — Tamsy hastily stands up, awakened by his own, questionable thoughts. “… excuse me.” Is all he said before disappearing into the hallway. He’s never been taken aback by his own thoughts, as absurd and brutal they can get, they’d never felt so… so… Dare he say sexual? The absurdity of himself getting excited at the thoughts of Enjin beneath him, gruggling up blood, twitching and writhing as he takes his final breath. Oh, maybe it’s just Enjin that makes all of this feel sexual. … That… doesn’t make the situation any better. With a sharp turn he eyes the door to his private room only to be stopped by a firm, warm, way too warm hand.
“Yo, Tamsy. You alright, dude? What’s the rush all about?” Oh, he’ll definetly kill him. Not only does Enjin just not mind his business when he’s supposed to, no, he also catches Tamsy in situations that are just incredibly humiliating in. Point given, this is the very first time Enjin had caught Tamsy off his guards and gone under the radar, but even an Angel sometimes stops being aware of his shadow. Tamsy took a deep breath and turned around to look at Enjin, regretting it immediately as he realized too late that maybe, just maybe him having a flushed face from fantasizing outrageous things about his pretty would send a completely different message. Enjin just stared, concern edging his face into unfamiliar waters.
“Yes. Just a little overwhelmed, is all.” Tamsy pulled himself away from the gentle hold Enjin kept on him but was held once again, now firmer.
“Hold. You’re red all over, you sure you’re feeling alright?” Oh Enjin. Enjin, Enjin, Enjin. How Tamsy wished he could just slap your hand away, that infuriating, warm hand. But, then again there's a goal to keep in mind. Dare he humiliate himself further by pretending vulnerability? He dares.
Enjin’s eyebrows knit together tightly as he felt the tension in Tamsy’s shoulders slowly fade, and those damn, big, soft eyes look up at him in a silent plea. “I’ll be fine.” He says quietly, eyeing the few other cleaners in the hallway. Enjin takes his time considering, because right now, Tamsy’s showing signs of a heat again, he’s pretty sure. And last time the smells around his room were too much to handle.
“C’mon, you can crash at mine.” And at that Tamsy looked anything but thankful. He looked completely baffled and confused. Yeah, he definetly wouldn’t get any rest near his room, he’s already struggling to comprehend shit. Enjin took him by the wrist and started pulling him past the corridors, almost accidentally bumping into Dalmon, who let out a loud and baffled “HUH?!” as he continued to pull Tamsy away, the smaller male didn't seem to protest much, so Enjin just slowed down and held his hand over Tamsy’s forehead, barely warmer than usual body temperature. Enjin’s actions seemed to click once he did so and Tamsy’s eyes widened, exposing the soft golden Enjin remembers struggling to hold his gaze a month ago.
“You think my prescription’s not working.” He accused, and Enjin flinched his hand away. That couldn't be further from what he was thinking, he thought Tamsy’s suppressants were working and his body was getting used to them again. Enjin opened his mouth to defend himself, only to have Tamsy shake his head and placing his hand on the taller man’s shoulder. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m just a little worked up.” Enjin doesn't buy that at all, even less so when the same tiredness is edged into Tamsy’s face as three weeks prior. The thought of letting Tamsy stay in his room when he’s obviously showing signs again, it leaves a bitter taste in Enjin’s mouth, or maybe the martini from earlier still lingered on his taste buds. He probably looked like an idiot, not caring at all about the Omega and now suddenly fussing over him just because he asked for a place to rest. To be honest, he feels like an idiot. For the past week or two he’s noticed Tamsy never actually smells like anything but whenever he’s thinking about him (which he's convinced himself is just out of curiosity and concern for his coworker) that damn earthy, pleasant smell gets stuck in his nostrils. The sickly sweet scent that Tamsy had that night something he’s not even paying attention to anymore. It's the thing that he woke up with that keeps getting him off his balance. Enjin’s attention was brought back when he noticed Tamsy’s soft face gain some unlabeled, sharp edge to it, and then as if a flip was switched, the Omega turned around and attempted to leave.
“Yeah, see? Exactly that.” Enjin said, taking a fistful of Tamsy’s collar and pulling him back into his room, leading him over to the couch. Tamsy sat down with a small huff, that strange sharpness still in his gaze as Enjin moved to open his window next to his desk. “You actin’ all weird again. N’ since Eishia’s sensitive to pheromones I can't make you sit it out in the infirmary.” He’s heard of cases where some Betas, Eishia included, have a hard time with the smell of an Omega’s heat or an Alpha’s rut. And leaving Tamsy in the infirmary would just inconvenience and stress Eishia. So, Enjin’s room it is. The blonde man pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking out one of them and lighting it between his lips, leaning down over his window still just in case the smoke decides to stay inside. Enjin felt Tamsy’s eyes on him, like a cloud of needles and vengeful knives they dug into his back, he didn't even really have time to register the shifting of fabric and quiet steps that were taken towards him.
“Is that why you’ve been tailing me like you do your teammates?” Tamsy’s face came into view, the pale blonde hair so neatly tied into a bun and the pair of gentle, soft, pretty eyes with the softness of his cheeks and lips. Enjin’s wondering if Tamsy got that piercing to pronounce his lips more now. How could a guy look so much like a beautiful woman and notuse that against anyone? It's like Tamsy was facing him with nothing and was ready to offer half of everything. Or maybe, he was just delusional and needed to get his act together. “You’ve been watching me to make sure nothing bad happens?” Maybe he just needed to get that disturbing gut feeling out of his system. Enjin looked down, outside his window he can see Rudo and members of team Child playing, or maybe they're fighting. Can never be sure with them. Enjin doesn't answer the questions Tamsy’s asked, he sees no point in it and he knows Tamsy’s smart enough to put the pieces together himself. Why he brought Tamsy into his room again is unclear, he blames his hormones for now. Tells himself his “primal instincts” or whatever’s forcing him to just stay close to Tamsy until that damn feeling leaves his gut. Enjin turns his head over to look at Tamsy, only to realize the Omega came scarily close to him, the younger man’s eyes widen for just a moment, with those almost horrifyingly large pupils of his and the alien softness of his, well everything. “You know, if you were worried” Tamsy starts, placing a hand on the window still while the other finds its place on the wall besides Enjin. “you could’ve just told me, instead of just staring at me like I had stolen something from you, Dalmon thought you had uncharacteristically ill intentions.” The hushed tone gave Enjin cold feet. Sure, Tamsy was known for his gentle voice, even him screaming sounded like a normal conversational tone and it threw some people off just when he spoke alone. Now he’s full on whispering, purring to Enjin like a domestic Tash beast. the low voice, the way the light hit his hair, his face, his everything, the way he practically glimmered in the light, it all messed with Enjin to where he felt words couldn’t help him out of this one. Not when that damn piercing was glittering in the night lights, not when that faint, pleasant, earthy smell practically surrounded him, the faintest hint of something sweet, like Oranges, lingering in his throat.
“You’re awfully close.” Is as Enjin could bring himself to say, watching as the shorter male tilted his head to the side, smiling. He leaned in more, a threatening glint that Enjin didn’t dare label crept into his eyes, and the world slowly disappeared, the shouts of Rudo outside died down, the feeling of the hot ash falling off his cigarette onto his fingers felt like an annoying sting. “You good?” Enjin kept his voice low, discarding his cigarette out the window and placing his now free hand over Tamsy’s side. Another step in and they now stood almost body to body, light closed in around Enjin and he was seriously considering it.
“Just peachy.” The pale-blonde cleaner let his right-hand travel over from the wall to the other one’s face, holding it gently with a softness Enjin’s known from pretty ladies, not once did a guy do this. “Are you well?” Enjin opened his mouth, his eyes taking in the big round abyss that Tamsy would call his eyes. He closed it moments after staring, finding himself short circuit with something as unfamiliar as whatever he’ll decide to call this later on. “You look a little” the shorter man hummed, leaning in further. “frantic, almost.” and just a little more. Breaths ghosting over each other’s lips, Enjin now regretted lighting that cigarette. Enjin almost feels stunned, and there’s an undeniable coldness when Tamsy suddenly backs away, the world coming back into view, only for him to hear Guita screaming up at him, Rudo, Dear, and Bro staring up in the heaviest silence he’s heard in maybe a decade.
“NOOO WAIT!! SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO RUIN THE MOMENT!!!” She yelled, most likely drawing more attention than Enjin needed right now. Tamsy hastily closed the window and pulled the dark grey curtains over, gaining another loud, drawn out “NOOOOOOOOOOO, I’M SOORRRRRYYYYYYY” from Guita. Just great. Enjin kept his head low for a moment, looking up to see Tamsy have this confusing, frustrated pout on his face gave him another kick in the side. That evening, Tamsy just left without a word. And Enjin had thousands of questions in his head once he sobered up from his almost dazed state.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Tamsy screamed at himself, rushing down the hall back to his room as he stared straight on ahead to his door. “Excuse me!” He said as he cut through a group that just came out of the break room. Taking out his dorm key with a small jingle, hair messily bouncing with his steps. He heard whispering behind him as he pulled open the door and shut it tightly behind him.
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He’s lost the plot. Not only did he let Enjin catch him off guard, again but he was practically all over him, how to kill the newly aquired father figure of Rudo Surebec 101: Step one, apparently, get in his pants and realize he’s actually boiling hot and a piece of entertainment you’d love to keep around. Step two? He hasn’t come that far yet. Hopefully, it’s something along the lines of “Tamsy will now take a cold shower, realize it’s just his deprived brain seeking sexual gratification that is beneath him and stabs Enjin in the neck with his own Vital Instrument.” Yeah. Now that sounds like a happy ending Tamsy’ll enjoy. Watching the disgusting smoker bleed out, a disgusting concoction of spit, blood and vomit all piling up in his throat, spilling onto the floor when Tamsy pulls the Umbrella out and watches him fall to his knees.
He plays with the thought for a moment, taking his uniform off and letting his hair fall freely. He’d kneel beside him, the terror in the other’s eyes as he struggles to focus his attention onto Tamsy, the short-haired man would reach out and pull him in by the collar, maybe. He’d start babbling, with a shaky hand he’d take a fistful of hair and laughs wetly before crashing their lips together, he’d make Tamsy stumble backwards, the sour taste of Enjin filling his mouth, the copper of his blood staining his teeth as he’s leaned into, a weak tongue invading his mouth. Tamsy turns on the shower, flinching at the coldness of the water before turning it to a slightly warmer temperature. It’d be messy, disgusting and desperate. Enjin would rip at his clothes, his cold hands under Tamsy’s uniform would weakly pull at his waistband, blood sticking to Tamsy’s neck and chest as he struggles to spit out — no, swallow the blood of the other. He sighes and looks down at his half hardened cock, one short round wouldn’t hurt. He could hear the gagging of the other as he tries to breathe in and push blood out of his lungs the same moment it comes in. He’d roughly pull Enjin’s lips off of his, panting and as he pushes the half dead man down, he’d make sure to press that bastard’s face into the dirty ground and grind against him as he suffocates under him. Tamsy’s hand pumps slowly and firm, he pants into nothingness. The barely body-temperature water hitting the top of his head feels pleasant on his Skalp and for just a moment he lets himself believe the droplets of water are the rough fingertips of someone else, gently caressing his head and lovingly navigating through his hair as if he were something priceless. And then, blood. All over his thighs, his trousers ruined, and a corpse underneath him. … Somehow this isn’t doing it for him.
Tamsy continues to stroke himself, shoulders tensing as he bites the inner part of his lips, feeling the inner part of his piercing between his teeth. A low voice lingers in the back of his head, his own he doesn't recognize, pumping faster, left hand traveling over his stomach, his sides, and then under his penis feeling himself up, fondling and massaging his testicles. He sighed, leaning to the side up against the shower wall and roughened his pumps, close mouthed pants became quiet moans, a shadow of another appearing in his mind's eye, and if he isn't careful, he could see tattoos on the oh-so mysterious person. Cursing under his breath he feels his stomach twisting with his chest rising and his voice cracking. This bastard, he thought, That bastard needs to die, he needs to die. And within Tamsy’s own, comfortable fucked up mind, he found nothing but the pure, naked thought of Enjin tied to his bed, gagged by beautiful strings, and drooling, panting. His neglected dick bouncing between the two while Tamsy fucked him relentlessly, the desperate glint Tamsy witnessed around twenty minutes ago now amplified with tears and his groans, moans. He pictures a low groan and heavy panting as he finishes, semen shooting out, not onto the shower wall but on Enjin’s stomach and chest.
Yeah, he’s lost the plot.