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Porsche is enjoying a smoke after the absolutely lovely fuck he just had, head empty of worries. At least for the first few minutes before reality comes rushing back in and he’s reminded of all the debts and bills piling up. For now, though, his brain is doing a splendid job of flooding him with dopamine, making him feel lighter than he’s been in weeks.
It’s not often that Porsche gets a chance to fuck a pretty alpha woman in the back room of Hum Bar. First, it’s his work place and Yok, his boss, can only turn a blind eye so many times. Second, he’s usually mistakingly approached by other omegas due to his appearance. People judge by looks and not many have the chance to smell the omega in him over the stench of beer and smoke.
Porsche twitches, violently brought back from his thoughts. There’s the loud sound of a wooden crate falling to the ground, followed by a snarl that makes the hair on Porsche’s body stand up. A second later he’s not alone in the back alley as someone stumbles around the corner. The man is tall and muscular. Porsche doesn’t have the opportunity to take in the details, because the stranger stops at the sight of him, hidden in the shadows. Then a loud, threatening growl follows.
“The fuck?” Porsche mumbles to himself, throwing the butt of his cigarette to the ground and stomping on it. He can feel his hackles raising, every instinct in him telling him to run.
Porsche is proud to announce he’s never been a slave to his instincts, so he stands tall and takes in the male in front of him. It’s either an omega on steroids or an alpha. It’s not difficult to guess which one it is.
The alpha’s head whips back to look over his shoulder, before he snarls like a cornered animal over whatever he hears and starts moving closer to Porsche. The closer the man gets, the larger his presence feels and Porsche is soon assaulted by his strong smell. It’s nothing like Porsche has smelled before. Heavy and potent, with strong woody undertones. A hint of caramel is somewhere in there as well and Porsche feels his mouth water. Something in him wants to soothe the agitated alpha, but he stomps on this feeling. He’s not suicidal and the guy doesn’t look like he would appreciate being touched.
Porsche shuffles his feet, trying to decide what to do as the man is busy staring at the entryway of the alley, his back to Porsche. At the hint of Porsche’s movement, the alpha turns around with another threatening growl. Porsche is about to ask what’s his problem, but then he understands.
“Oh,” he breathes out, blinking at the devastatingly handsome male, as the realization that he’s looking at a feral alpha sinks into his brain.
The guy in front of him is dressed in an expensive looking suit, his hair a little ruffled but well kept, with clean shaven cheeks and smart shoes. Nothing in his appearance would suggest he’s feral, but the wild, crazy look in his eyes says otherwise. It’s like the owner of the body is pushed somewhere deep inside with no coherent thought in sight. The impressive fangs he’s sporting and the permanent snarl also point to feral. He’s more animal than human.
Porsche should have run away the second he heard the noise of the falling crate. Now he’s stuck with a feral alpha for company who’s feeling threatened.
“Oi,” he protests, when between one blink and another the alpha is all up in his business. A large palm wraps around his throat, tightening on it but not enough to choke him. Just to keep Porsche in place.
The alpha cocks his head to the side, and Porsche would like to say it resembles a confused puppy, but mostly it’s a wolf wondering if killing the bunny will be worth the fur between its teeth. Dark, almost black eyes run over Porsche’s body as the alpha sniffs the air around him and Porsche knows that him being an omega is probably the only thing protecting him from being killed.
Every muscle in Porsche’s body is now coiled for a fight, tension making him stand ramrod straight. Normally Porsche wouldn’t hesitate about kicking an alpha’s ass if one cornered him like this, but he’s not taking chances with a feral one. They’re raw power combined with testosterone wrapped up with adrenaline pumping through their veins like blood. In simple words, the alpha would tear him to shreds. As much as Porsche likes to think every gender is equal, there are biological disadvantages that he can’t oversee even if he really wants to.
He’s completely still as the alpha keeps staring at him, taking in every single detail of Porsche’s face and huge lungfuls of his smell. It’s a little concerning with how greedily the man is breathing it in.
“You going to let me go anytime soon?” Porsche asks, before his brain can send the signal to his mouth to shut up.
The alpha’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, a deep rumble escaping him when he hears Porsche’s voice. It’s a warning but it doesn’t sound as violent as the previous snarls. Porsche takes it as a good sign.
“I kind of have to get back to work,” Porsche says, forcing himself to sound casual. He decides using his gender to his advantage won’t hurt so he opts for a soothing tone. “How about you let me go, big guy?”
Porsche must be really off with his instincts, because he decides it’s a good idea to put his hand on the man’s wrist and try to gently push him off. He goes as far as touching the man’s skin, before a quiet, barely there noise reaches their ears. It sets off a chain of events.
The alpha roars right in his face, tightening his grip around Porsche's throat as he violently rattles him. It makes Porsche’s head bang painfully against the unforgiving wall and his instincts finally kick in. He pushes the feral’s arm away as he lands a powerful kick to his leg.
It gives him room to duck to the side and away from the alpha. If Porsche thought the guy was agitated before and acting like a cornered animal, then now he’s looking at an apex predator ready to rip someone’s throat out.
He sees a hand coming his way, large teeth exposed to bite and his body is hit with such a big dose of adrenaline he loses his balance.
The hand never touches him though. One second the feral alpha is about to rip his throat out and the next he’s crumpled on the ground. He falls down like a sack of potatoes, eyes rolling back in his head. A moment later there’s a flurry of activity in the alley, with four men running in. They point their guns at Porsche like he’s the threat here.
“Khun Kinn has been sedated,” a guy with a half ponytail says, walking over with long strides and talking on the phone. He crunches down and touches the feral’s throat. “Vitals are stable.”
“Can you take that thing out of my face?” Porsche snaps, when one of the men comes a little too close. “I want nothing to do with your shit. Let me go.”
Ponytail looks at him, assessing him for a second before he signals for the others to stand down.
Porsche doesn’t wait to see how things unfold, he simply walks away with one last look at the ridiculously handsome guy lying on the ground. There’s a little dart sticking out of his neck which must be what made him unconscious.
Well, that’s one way to deal with a feral alpha.
***
Porsche is wiping the bar counter, counting the minutes till he’s allowed to go on break, when the atmosphere in the room changes. The night has been pretty slow since it’s Tuesday, so Porsche immediately spots the three men walking inside. Everyone’s eyes are on them, taking in the black suits and serious faces. The newcomers are not here to enjoy beer.
“What can I get you?” Porsche asks, acting clueless as they all sit down at the bar. It’s hard to not recognise the ponytail guy.
“Our boss wants to meet you,” Ponytail says without any preamble. “Close up and come with us.”
Porsche’s eyebrows fly high, disbelief making him snort. “Did you hit your head or something? I don’t take orders from you or anyone else. You can fuck right off.”
It’s apparently the wrong thing to say because the three of them whip out their guns and put them on the counter.
“Either you go with us willingly or we do this the hard way,” Ponytails informs him. “A friendly tip, you don’t want to choose option number two.”
Porsche’s stomach twists, wondering how on earth he always ends up in shitty situations.
“You won’t even tell me what it’s about and you expect me to go with you?” He questions, throwing a towel over his shoulder and trying to remember where he put the kitchen knife. He looks quickly to the side and sees it abandoned carelessly next to a bowl with cut up limes. Too far for him to grab if push comes to shove.
“Our boss will tell you,” Ponytail says emotionlessly. Then he addresses his friends, “Get rid of them.”
Porsche can only watch in disbelief as suddenly the patrons are rushed out by the two goons in suits. He hopes Yok will stay in her office, he doesn’t want her anywhere near these guys.
“Is this about the feral alpha?” Porsche asks, taking a step to the side to position himself closer to the door. “I know nothing about that guy.”
Ponytail rolls his eyes.
“I’m not interested in what you know or don’t know about.”
“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” Porsche mutters, taking another step towards the door, but suddenly the gun in Ponytail’s hand is pointed right at him. Porsche’s stomach plummets to his feet, knowing there’s no getting out of this.
“Move,” Ponytail orders, jutting his chin towards the exit and standing up.
***
Porsche is staring at the man sitting in front of him, trying to wrap his head around the absolute fucking disaster that his life just became. Korn Theerapanyakul is an older gentleman in a sweater vest and with a kind smile, but Porsche isn’t fooled. The guy is the head of the biggest mafia family in Bangkok, disgustingly rich and dangerous. Porsche is more than aware of the shady business going on in the city and this man is ruling it all.
“As I said, you’ll be handsomely compensated for your time,” Korn repeats. He clearly knows money is a powerful tool when dealing with Porsche. He got his hands on every single detail of Porsche’s life, including the death of his parents, the school Porsche dropped out from and Porchay. This type of knowledge in the mafia's hands makes Porsche internally panic.
“And I’m supposed to do what?” Porsche asks, wanting things to be clear. “Bring your son from the feral state he got himself in? Aren’t there professionals for that sort of shit?”
“Kinn didn’t react well to any of them,” Korn replies, not offering any details. “But I saw on camera how he acted around you. It was the first positive reaction I’ve seen from him in a while.”
In a while meaning almost a year. That’s how long Kinn Theerapanyakul has been feral. Porsche is not an expert, but he heard there’s not much hope for ferals who stay in that state for more than a year.
“He tried to rip my throat out,” Porsche snarks. “Not exactly very positive.”
He gets a small, amused smile in return that makes the skin on his nape twitch. Something about Korn rubs him the wrong way despite his kindred persona. He just doesn’t know what.
“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Korn says, standing up. “I’ll give you one day to prepare. Your debts and your brother’s tuition will be taken care of. If you’re successful, you’ll be paid two millions baht in cash. I expect you to do everything in your power to help Kinn. You’re an omega, use it.”
With that he leaves, knowing that it’s a proposition Porsche simply cannot refuse.
***
Porsche spends his last day of freedom with Porchay, explaining the whole situation without mentioning the mafia stuff. Yok promises to take care of Chay and it eases the worry Porsche feels. He and Chay are both pretty close in age, but Porsche has been acting as his caretaker for so long, it’s hard to step out of that role.
He shows up early in the morning at the Theerapanyakul’s compound with a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and body filled with false bravado. The truth is, he has no idea how to tame a feral and the amount of alphas running around this place sets him on edge.
Pete, a nice beta, shows him around, chattering about Porsche needing to file a diet plan and about the hours of meals. He points out the common canteen where Porsche can eat his meals with all the bodyguards and tells him to ignore the snickers the guys throw Porsche’s way. Apparently Theerapanyakuls only hire knotheaded alphas and betas as bodyguards. Porsche doesn’t encounter a single omega throughout the whole tour.
“This is your room,” Pete says, opening a solid wooden door with a keycard. “This is the family’s side of the building, but you’re more than welcome to visit the bodyguard headquarters.”
“Fuck no,” Porsche snorts. He’s getting nowhere near these idiots. Otherwise he might kick someone’s ass. When Pete blinks at him, he adds half-heartedly, “No offense.”
“Put your duffel down and I’ll show you to Khun Kinn’s rooms,” Pete continues after a second of silence. There’s a smile on his face like someone is paying him to do it. “There are security protocols you have to follow. No sharp objects and no weapons. If something happens, you can bang on the door and one of the bodyguards will help you.”
“So I’m just going defenseless into the lion's den?” Porsche asks in disbelief.
Pete cringes, shrugging apologetically. “Khun Kinn’s safety is a priority.”
Porsche sighs but says nothing as they step inside an elevator.
“Kinn and his dad live in this huge place all alone?” Porsche asks, leaning against the glass wall.
“There’s also Khun Tankhun,” Pete answers. “I’m his head bodyguard. He doesn’t leave his rooms much. He tries visiting Khun Kinn as often as he can though, so you’ll probably meet him at some point.”
“And who’s that Tankhun guy?”
“It’s Khun Kinn’s older brother,” Pete explains. “He’s the reason Khun Kinn went feral. Didn’t they tell you?”
“Nope,” Porsche pops the ‘p’. “I just know the guy is feral and that his dad thinks I’ll perform a miracle on him.”
“Khun Tankhun got targeted by the Italians,” Pete tells him, lowering his voice. “He’s an omega and they kidnapped him and tried to force a bond between the families. Khun Kinn didn’t take well to that, he kind of lost his mind when we finally got the whereabouts of Khun. He… well, he ripped some people apart, taking out two of our own guys, and then went into a feral state. Doctors said his protective instincts went haywire. He hasn’t been able to bring himself out of it since.”
Porsche feels a prickle of respect for the guy, knowing he would lose his damn mind as well if Chay was ever kidnapped. Porsche can understand the desperation Kinn’s family must feel now.
He just wishes he wasn’t the unlucky guy who got caught up in all of this.
“That sucks,” Porsche says as the elevator stops. “I’ll try my best.”
Pete claps him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Just…don’t get yourself killed.”
Porsche’s heartbeat spikes, something in Pete’s tone telling him it’s not a friendly joke.
“Did anyone get killed?” He asks immediately.
“That’s Khun Kinn’s room,” Pete announces, ignoring his question. He points his head at two bodyguards standing guard at a wooden, really tall door. “The guys will let you in.”
Not even a minute later Porsche is standing on the wrong side of the door, practically shoved in by the two bodyguards. They gruffly remind him to call for help if he needs it and pat him down for any weapons. It wasn’t very reassuring that there was a complicated code to open the door and the other side was made of metal.
Now Porsche is in a feral alpha’s den, feeling like his heart is going to escape from his ribcage. He remembers the wild animalistic look in Kinn’s eyes from their last encounter, the sharp fangs and the raw power in his body.
Porsche is not stupid enough to announce his presence, but he barely takes two steps away from the door before he hears a low, angry growl echo in the open space. Porsche quickly looks around to find the source of it and hastily takes a step back. He plasters himself against the door when he notices Kinn off to the side. It seems the man just emerged from a different room, completely shirtless with silk pants riding low on his hips.
Porsche is only human and he cannot ignore all those muscles on display, nor can he ignore the happy trail leading down to Kinn’s crotch.
It’s really not the time to get horny, Porsche scolds himself.
Kinn is staring at him with his top lip curled up, exposing his impressive fangs. Porsche wonders if they were always this size or if going feral somehow enlarged them. He’s really not equipped with knowledge about feral alphas.
They keep staring at each other from across the room, the deep warning rumbles resonating around the space. Sweat is building up on Porsche’s nape and he knows his scent is getting stronger with every second.
“Hey,” Porsche finally says when the tension simply becomes too much. He uses a pleasant tone of voice, trying to mimic the sweet sounds other omegas make to tug on an alpha’s instincts. Porsche’s just never been good at it and he doubts he’s succeeding now. “Do you remember me, big guy?”
Kinn’s rumbles quiet down like the man wants to hear him better. Porsche remembers that Kinn responded well to his voice last time.
“Umm, so your dad hired me to perform some ju-ju on you,” he explains, feeling his own heart calm down with every word he says. Kinn doesn’t make a single sign that he understands what’s being said to him.
Porsche takes a step away from the door and ignores the growl directed his way. It makes the hair on his body stand up.
“So what do you do all day?” Porsche asks, walking over to the couch. It’s not the smartest idea to get away from the door where help is, but standing there for hours won’t accomplish anything. “Must be pretty boring here.”
As with everything that Porsche does lately, it quickly blows up in his face. The alpha charges at him, eyes almost black in their fury and teeth fully exposed. Porsche stumbles in his haste to get away, banging his hip against the couch. Large hands try grabbing at him, but Porsche kicks Kinn in the stomach and jumps away. The snarl he gets in return is absolutely terrifying.
“Calm the fuck down,” Porsche snaps, forgetting all about being a good, docile omega. He ducks down, away from the claws coming his way. He tries to kick Kinn again, but the man throws his whole weight at him. They both land hard on the couch, Porsche pinned down by Kinn. The feral doesn’t waste a second before pushing his face against Porsche’s neck, ready to rip out his artery.
He doesn’t.
Instead he lets out another snarl, pushes his face deeper into Porsche’s neck and sniffs. And sniffs again. And again. The man is inhaling Porsche’s scent like it’s his favorite perfume. Porsche is too freaked out to move a muscle, just glad that he’s not dead yet. Calling for help seems impossible at the moment, like any noise from him will bring back the murderous alpha in Kinn.
“See, I’m not so bad,” Porsche says after a good three minutes, holding back hysterical laughter. He tugs his arm free from where it’s squished between the couch and his own body, feeling it go asleep. Kinn is rubbing all over his neck, pressing his nose to Porsche’s scent gland like it’s not one of Porsche’s most private and protected parts. To let an alpha so near his scent gland is crazy, to let a feral one there is pure insanity. Yet he has no choice.
Kinn is making little huffs and rumbles, apparently content in this position. He’s pressing Porsche against the couch with his whole weight, effectively immobilizing him.
Porsche swallows, trying to ignore the position they are in and how hot Kinn is. It’s not going to lead to anything good if he starts getting aroused. And it wouldn’t be difficult with how good Kinn’s muscular body feels on him, how warm and hard it is. The way he fits perfectly between Porsche’s legs, spreading him open.
It’s also impossible to ignore how good, how right Kinn smells. The heavy woody tones make Porsche think of a forest on a hot day, while the subtle caramel undertone lures him in to find the source of it. To find where it’s the strongest. Porsche tilts his head, turning it a little and noses over Kinn’s neck, helpless against the pull.
“Ah,” he moans, feeling a little drunk on the smell. He’s taking deep whiffs, trying to be subtle about it and not to alarm Kinn. He can’t push his face into the feral’s neck like he really wants. He can’t start rocking his hips up to start rubbing on him…
The noise that leaves Kinn’s throat is far from threatening, the vibration of it resonating in Porsche’s own chest. It sounds appreciative yet confused, like Kinn’s trying to figure out what’s causing the change in Porsche’s scent. Last thing Porsche needs is Kinn getting horny and causing Porsche’s asshole to slick up.
“Just sniff, big guy,” Porsche tells him tightly, patting Kinn on the back.
The alpha goes rigid at the touch so Porsche quickly takes the hand away. Lying immobile it is. He just hopes the big furnace on him is soon going to get bored of sniffing him.
***
Porsche emerges from Kinn’s room with a bursting bladder, hunger gnawing at his insides and stinking of the alpha. Sniffing was followed by excessive scenting and the only thing missing was pissing. He spent a good four hours on the couch with Kinn taking a damn nap on him. The alpha growled every time he tried to move.
“You’re alive,” Ponytail says, the second Porsche sneaks out of Kinn’s room.
Not even a minute ago Kinn stood up and disappeared deeper somewhere behind the door he first appeared through. Porsche took his chance and fled outside, desperate to eat and piss.
“Yeah.” Porsche rolls his eyes. “He almost killed me there. Some help you bodyguards are.”
“You were fine,” Ponytail says, showing him a tablet in his hand. It has the video footage from Kinn’s living room. Then he not so subtly takes a whiff of Porsche’s scent. “Khun Kinn doesn’t have a habit of scenting people he wants to kill.”
“Reassuring,” Porsche mutters, running a hand through his hair. He’s tired like he just ran a marathon, not laid on the couch for hours. Being tense all this time didn’t help either. It was partially from trying to keep himself in check and not react to the hot guy laying on him. Partially because a feral alpha was the one on top of him.
There’s a roar coming from Kinn’s room, followed by a loud bang on the door and Porsche twitches, surprised.
“I guess Khun Kinn figured out you disappeared,” Ponytail says, furrowing his brows. “You should get back inside.”
“Fuck no,” Porsche protests, shaking his head. When the beta in front of him opens his mouth to protest, he adds, “Come on, man, All I…what’s your name?”
“Big,” the man supplies grumpily, looking worriedly at his tablet as Kinn keeps clawing at the door. The sound of claws scraping on metal is jarring.
“Listen, Big, I just spent hours pressed against the couch with a feral alpha all in my business,” Porsche explains. “I need to piss, drink and eat. Exactly in this order.”
“Fine,” Big yields, not looking happy about it. “You have half an hour.”
***
It takes two days to realize that Porsche going in and out of the room won’t work. Kinn has a freak out every time he realizes Porsche is not there and he doesn't hesitate to let everyone know he’s not happy.
On day three Porsche is informed by a stone-faced Big that he’s going to have all his stuff transferred to Kinn’s room. He can’t even leave for meals, everything will be delivered to him along with Kinn’s food.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” Porsche snaps, when Big stops talking. “I’m not spending whole days with a feral alpha that’s ready to kill me at any given moment!”
Porsche is being a little over dramatic with the killing part. Kinn is tolerating him surprisingly well, he even stopped growling when Porsche pushes him off to use the bathroom. They still spend most of the time with Kinn making himself at home on top of Porsche, but it’s getting better. The man watches him like a hawk when Porsche moves around his space, but he toned down the violent growls.
“It’s non negotiable,” Big tells him, his brown eyes void of any emotion. “Khun Korn’s orders.”
That old fucker must want Porsche to lose it, just like Kinn did. It’s the only explanation. Porsche cannot imagine walking in Kinn’s rooms, knowing he won’t be leaving them, trapped twenty floors up.
“This is fucked up,” Porsche protests, but knows deep down that it’s a lost battle. “What am I supposed to do there? You took my phone away and the only books Kinn has are about coffee making of all things.”
Porsche is surprised to note that the corner of Big’s mouth ticks up at that.
“You can read?” Big fakes a surprised tone. “Quit the dramatics. I’ll get you books if you want.”
“You’re an asshole,” Porsche tells him, but even with Big being unpleasant, he can’t bring himself to hate the other man. Porsche noticed that Big might be one of the very few bodyguards that really worried about Kinn. He takes his job seriously. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“On the floor,” Big replies dryly, rolling his eyes. “Do whatever the hell you want in there.”
“Will you be watching me sleep?” Porsche asks, pointing at the tablet in Big’s hand. At this point he’s doing it just to annoy the beta. He knows there are only cameras in the living room. Kinn’s bedroom and bathroom are camera free. “That’s creepy, man.”
“I hope he bites you,” Big says and starts unlocking the door with a code, making it clear their conversation is over.
Porsche flips him off and walks inside, resigned to his new fate.
***
“Get off of me,” Porsche groans, pushing at Kinn’s heavy body. He’s already used to his permanent state of undress. Feral Kinn is allergic to clothes, even though he can dress himself with no difficulties. Not that Porsche is complaining. Kinn has a ridiculously muscled body with pecs resembling women's breasts. Porsche has never seen bigger tits on a man.
Spending full days with Kinn gave him a much better idea about how the man operates on a daily basis. Kinn’s priorities are not what they should be, but he’s surprisingly independent. The alpha prefers sniffing Porsche and observing him to eating and grooming himself. Porsche noticed that Kinn uses a shower, but it’s mostly getting wet in there like he remembers doing it before, but can’t remember the details.
The first night they met Kinn looked impeccable and Porsche learned that the bodyguards would sedate him for grooming once a month, when his appearance became too unkempt.
Now Kinn’s cheeks are covered in stubble, giving him an even wilder look.
“Kinn,” Porsche snaps, when the alpha keeps breathing deeply in his neck. “Move your ass. I need to pee.”
Kinn is getting better at taking cues from Porsche’s behavior. He also seems calmer and happier since Porsche started spending his days with him. Not just a few hours but fully living in. They even sleep in the same bed. Porsche tried taking the couch the first night, but Kinn wouldn’t leave him alone and kept squishing him into the cushions.
The alpha finally moves, an unhappy rumble leaving his chest. With every passing day he’s starting to resemble a confused puppy more than a feral alpha.
“You know what? I’m done with you giving me beard burn all over the neck,” Porsche informs him, tugging at his wrist. He likes talking to Kinn, pretending the man understands everything he says. Otherwise he would go stir crazy in here. He hasn’t seen anyone else in two days. The food usually appears when they aren’t in the living room like the bodyguards want to minimize the risk of Kinn escaping. Or of them getting mauled.
Porsche tugs Kinn over to the bathroom, pleased that Kinn follows him with no protest. The bathroom is spacious and sleek looking, with a shower so big that at least three people could bathe in there without bumping into each other.
“Sit down,” Porsche says, pointing at the toilet lid, and snorts at the dog image that comes to his mind. He’s a horrible person. After a quick maneuver, Kinn sits down and looks at him with a puzzled expression. “I’m going to shave you and then it's bath time. I’d promise to not stare at your junk, but that’s going to be inevitable.”
So far Porsche has tried ignoring the attraction he feels towards Kinn. Being feral, the man has no way to consent to anything and Porsche feels like a creep whenever he ogles him. Yet, he’s only human.
Forty minutes and a lot of low, warning growls later, Kinn is clean shaven and freshly showered. Porsche is ashamed to admit his mouth watered at the sight of Kinn’s fat, heavy cock and was immensely grateful for the water that washed away the smell of his arousal. He doesn’t think he’s strong enough to say no if the alpha ever decides he wants to fuck him. Porsche is actually shocked that the man hasn’t tried mounting him yet. He heard that feral wolves mostly operate on instincts and one of the most basic ones is fucking.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Porsche asks in a fond tone that surprises even him. He’s blow drying Kinn’s hair, combing his fingers through the damp strands. Kinn is purring in his chest, pushing his face into Porsche’s bare stomach. It’s already late in the evening so there was no purpose in getting dressed. Kinn usually half lays on him anyway, making him sweat so Porsche opts for sleeping in boxer briefs. Being almost naked is also a great way for his body to get drenched in Kinn’s smell. Porsche is slowly forgetting what his own scent is like since he’s covered all the time by the woody tones Kinn carries.
When Porsche is done, he runs his thumbs over Kinn’s thick, expressive eyebrows and smiles. Kinn is looking back at him, face tilted up and mouth slightly parted.
It might be Porsche’s wishful thinking or a flicker of light, but the look in Kinn’s eyes is a little more present.
***
It’s another three days of sharing showers, bed and every minute of the day, before there’s a breakthrough.
Porsche is sitting on the couch, half watching a cooking competition and half observing Kinn. The alpha is standing in front of a window, looking outside. There’s something relaxed in his stance, peaceful. Porsche can’t help himself and joins him, bumping their shoulders together. Kinn looks at him and smiles.
Porsche blinks in shock, taking in his expression. Smiles are not something he has been graced with before.
“Wow,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t know you could do that.”
Kinn cocks his head to the side.
“Oh,” Porsche breathes out. “Did I ever tell you my name? I don’t think I have. Huh. That’s crazy.”
Then he points at himself and says, “Porsche. I’m Porsche. And you’re Kinn.”
He makes a show of pointing at himself and then at Kinn. He repeats it a few times, hoping Kinn will catch on, but the alpha just stares at him.
“Nice talk,” he mumbles finally.
The reaction comes later in the evening, when they’re lying in bed. Kinn is doing his best to squish him into the mattress with his heavy body, nose tucked into Porsche’s neck. It’s always at his damn scent gland, making Porsche go crazy.
“Porsche,” Kinn suddenly says, all sleepy and hoarse. He snuggles even closer and repeats, “Porsche.”
Then he’s out like a light. Meanwhile, Porsche’s heart almost falls out of his ass.
***
It’s like something unlocks in Kinn’s brain after saying Porsche’s name. The man still mostly operates on grunts, growls and happy rumbles, but his everyday routine changes. Very subtly, but to Porsche it feels massive.
Kinn starts saying his name when he wants Porsche to pay attention to him. It always comes out hoarse and a little unsure like Kinn’s vocal cords got too used to the harsh sounds of snarls and growls. The alpha also starts using utensils to eat. Usually the food served for him would be made to be eaten with hands like burritos, dumplings or burgers. Just a mix of cuisines from around the world.
“Man, the food looks fucking great,” Porsche says, sniffing the air and groaning at the delicious smells.
He places the tray with food on the little coffee table and sits down cross legged. Kinn mirrors his position and before Porsche can grab the chopsticks, Kinn takes them first. The alpha flawlessly uses the chopsticks to dip kanom jeeb into the sauce and then pops it into his mouth.
Porsche stares at him, feeling like he’s going to burst from excitement. He doesn’t want to make a big deal of it in case it spooks Kinn. He simply observes Kinn stuff another piece of dumpling into his mouth.
“Porsche?” Kinn asks, brows furrowed adorably. He looks at the food and then at Porsche like he doesn’t understand why he isn’t eating.
“You took my chopsticks,” Porsche explains to him, pointing at them. Then he shows his empty hands.
Kinn looks around the table to find another pair, but when he comes up empty handed, he immediately grabs a dumpling and offers it to Porsche.
The omega in Porsche whines at the thought of alpha feeding him. It’s so primitive, yet Porsche can’t help but feel pleased. Something warm uncoils in his chest, stomach feeling like there’s a hive of bees in there.
He looks Kinn deep in the eyes the whole time the man feeds him, enjoying his satisfied expression.
Porsche is in deep fucking trouble.
***
Porsche comes to his senses slowly, groggy with sleep. It’s dark in the room, only the moon shining in through the huge windows in the bedroom. Porsche doesn’t like using the blinds, they make him sleep ridiculously long in the mornings.
“Oh,” the tiny noise leaves his lips involuntarily, head lolling to the side.
“Porsche,” Kinn breathes in his ear and licks over Porsche’s scent gland. His hips are pressed flush against Porsche’s ass, his big cock pressing between the cheeks.
“Oh, fuck,” Porsche groans, the realization finally kicking in.
He’s sweating like crazy with Kinn pressed so tightly to him and with the covers thrown over his body. Yet the wetness between his cheeks has nothing to do with that. Porsche is leaking slick. His underwear is damp, ass pushed out for better access and the scent of his arousal heavy in the air.
“Porsche,” Kinn gasps, his large hand spreading over Porsche’s abs. He tucks Porsche even closer to his body and sucks on the place where neck meets shoulder. His hips are pumping like he wants to force himself inside Porsche through the layer of his boxer briefs.
Porsche reaches blindly back and grasps Kinn’s hip, confirming his suspicion that the alpha is already fully naked. His usual sleeping pants are nowhere in sight.
As much as Porsche would like to claim he’s strong and not a slave to his instincts, with Kinn he simply can’t find it in himself to stop this madness. He’s been wanting this to happen for a week now. He tried ignoring his attraction to the alpha, tried doing his best not to get aroused and trigger him with his smell. Now, though. Now he whines and offers more of his neck, greedy for kisses and bites. His inner omega is acting like a bitch in heat, urging him to present his ass like they’re back in middle ages.
“Yes,” Porsche mumbles, frantically hooking a thumb over the elastic band of his underwear. It’s not easy to get rid of them with Kinn pressed so tightly, but he manages after a good minute of struggle. In the meantime Kinn is busy pawing all over his chest and stomach, teeth nibbling over Porsche’s neck.
When Kinn’s mouth sucks over Porsche’s scent gland, the amount of slick that gushes out of him would make someone think he’s in heat. Porsche is able to get the underwear under his asscheeks, before he gets distracted.
“Porsche,” this time it’s definitely a growl, an approving one.
Kinn’s bare cock slips between Porsche’s wet asscheeks, sliding easily through the mess. Porsche’s mouth falls open on a mewl, his own hips pushing back against the hard cock. His one hand goes back to clutching at Kinn’s hip like he has any chance to control the pace, while his other one is gripping at the sheets like his life depends on it.
It takes a few hard thrusts before Kinn’s cockhead catches on Porsche’s rim. It was inevitable, really. Porsche’s eyes roll back in his head when the tip forces itself inside, an animalistic noise echoing in the room. He doesn’t know if it’s his own or Kinn’s. All he knows is the overwhelming smell of their combined arousal, the heat of Kinn’s body and the stretch in his ass.
“We…we shouldn’t,” Porsche gasps out, but his body has different ideas. He bucks back, forcing the cock deeper inside. Kinn takes it as an invitation and buries himself to the hilt. His big, fat cock splits Porsche open. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Kinn…”
Porsche comes just like that. Completely untouched, shooting come all over the covers as his asshole rhythmically clenches on Kinn’s dick like it’s trying to milk him.
Everything that follows after is a blur of lewd moans, painful bites all over Porsche’s neck and feeling like he’s going to burst open. Kinn fucks him like an animal. There’s nothing slow or sensual about it. Kinn takes what he wants, at one point pushing Porsche to lay down on his stomach as he pistons into him.
“Porsche,” Kinn growls, thrusts becoming frantic and even more brutal.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Porsche moans, never before has he been reduced to such a mess. He’s drunk on the sensations and smells. He’s drunk on Kinn.
It becomes clear that Kinn’s on his way to knot him when the alpha’s cock starts tugging on his rim. The knot is growing, getting more difficult to take out with every movement and Porsche feels a growing desperation. He stuffs a hand under himself with great difficulty and starts massaging his tip, tugging the foreskin over it. A static noise buzzes in Porsche’s brain when Kinn finally forces himself inside with a powerful thrust, suddenly locking his knot inside of him.
Porsche dribbles out a pathetic amount of come over his hand, simply losing consciousness from the force of his orgasm.
***
“Yeah, um…” Porsche trails off, not knowing what to say. It’s clear how he spent the last day with the hickies and the smell of sex surrounding him. Big is staring at him blankly, a tightness to his mouth that worries Porsche a little. “Kinn’s getting better.”
“Clearly,” Big replies.
They’re standing in the corridor, Porsche’s back pressed against the door to Kinn’s room. The alpha is napping in bed, exhausted after the vigorous fucking he just performed. Porsche took that as an opportunity to report to Big what’s happening.
“He says my name a lot,” Porsche says after clearing his throat. “He uses chopsticks to eat. I noticed that he keeps staring at his clothes a lot. This morning he grabbed a watch and looked it over like he was recognising what it’s for. That’s good, yeah?”
The tightness around Big’s mouth remains, but there’s also relief and hope in his eyes.
“It’s the biggest progress he has made in a year,” Big says. “I’ll report back to Khun Ko…”
They’re interrupted by an explosion of colors in the form of a man dressed in yellow sunglasses and a neon pink shirt. He paired it with white pants and Porsche has to blink twice to convince himself it’s not a figment of his imagination.
“Khun Tankhun,” Big says, bowing to the man.
Oh, Kinn’s brother.
“You look like you were attacked by a wild animal,” Tankhun says to Porsche, Pete and some tall bodyguards trailing behind him.
Porsche’s eyebrows fly high, not knowing if he finds it amusing or rude.
“You threw me into a feral alpha’s den,” Porsche notes. “So that kinda checks out.”
Tankhun tuts. “Mouthy. How is my brother?”
Porsche repeats everything he just said to Big and carefully observes the changes on the other omega’s face. Tankhun is trying to play it cool, but the relief is so palpable he doesn’t pull it off. There’s a tremor to his hands as well, like the emotions are overwhelming him.
“Do you want to come inside?” Porsche asks, knowing that Tankhun could probably do with some comfort from his brother.
Tankhun’s eyes go big as he shakes his head ‘no’.
“Are you crazy?” The man asks. “The expert that showed up here said it’s not advised. Kinn reacted badly when I tried visiting at the beginning, he just kept growling and aggressively snarling.”
“But Pete said you visit Kinn?” Porsche asks, confused.
“Yes, I stand here and talk to him through the door,” Tankhun replies.
Porsche stares at Tankhun, wondering how they all think it was a good idea to completely isolate an alpha. The man’s rooms smell nothing like his family, just Kinn. It’s no wonder he remained in the feral state.
“Listen, I’m no expert, but I’m sure he would be happy if he could smell his pack,” Porsche announces. “I don’t know why he reacted badly to you before, but maybe it was too soon? He needed some time to calm down. He was probably confused as hell. How about you just give him something of yours?”
“Of course I’ve done that,” Tankhun replies, staring at him over the rim of his yellow sunglasses. He’s looking at Porsche like he finds him stupid. “I’d bring him my clothes, hoping it would bring him back from the feral state. When it didn’t work… I just… I just stopped.”
“Well, let’s try one last time then,” Porsche proposes, done with the conversation.
He has no patience for stubborn people.
***
Porsche blinks, watching as Kinn pushes the pink monstrosity that Tankhun calls a shirt to his face and takes a tentative sniff. Then he takes another one, much deeper. His eyelids close and he grips the material in his fist, inhaling more of the scent.
Porsche’s heart breaks when Kinn whimpers, rubbing his face over the material.
“I know,” Porsche soothes him. “Your family is a bunch of complete dumbasses for isolating you like that.”
It’s hard to imagine how any of them could think it’s a good idea to force a feral alpha into an enclosed space and leave him packless. Porsche asked or prodded a little more about the reasons and he still thinks Kinn’s aggressiveness wasn't enough to justify it.
Apparently the first expert that came said Kinn’s going to come back to himself once he calms down and understands that the threat is over. He recommended Tankhun visit him, but that just agitated the alpha so they aborted the plan. Another expert came and Kinn reacted very violently to him, dude got mauled. It was just an unfortunate chain of events that kept Kinn in this state. The more dangerous he got, the more isolated he became.
“Porsche,” Kinn mumbles to him a few minutes later, brows furrowed as he stares at the shirt in his hands. “I…”
Porsche’s heart leaps to his throat. He waits Kinn out, giving him space to formulate the words he wants to say, but the alpha just shakes his head in frustration.
“It’s your brother’s scent,” Porsche tells him. “Tankhun. Do you remember Tankhun?”
Porsche knows that there are cases of ferals not remembering a single thing while in this state. At least to his limited knowledge. His high school peer got the news of her parents dying in school and she went feral. She remained in that state for a week, then couldn’t remember a thing that happened.
He wonders if it’s different for a feral who’s been in this state for a year. It’s hard to imagine that he wakes up one day and doesn’t remember anything that happened.
“Tankhun,” Kinn repeats, a longing in his voice that makes Porsche swallow a whine.
“Yeah!” He says with excitement. New words are good. It’s fucking fantastic. “He’s worried about you. Said that you owe him a new shirt. Made a huge fuss about giving this one away. Apparently it’s Valentino.”
Kinn looks at the shirt and brings it back to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Tankhun,” he whispers.
***
Kinn walks around with Tankhun’s shirt and puts it down only when he wants to fuck Porsche. And he wants to fuck Porsche pretty often. The more they fuck and cuddle, the harder it is for Porsche to remember what he’s really here for. The omega side of him basks in the alpha’s attention. Porsche bares his throat for kisses, pushing Kinn’s face closer to his scent gland, imagining them bonding. There’s always a thrill of ‘what if’, when Kinn’s teeth scrape over his neck. It’s hard to think in those moments, head cloudy and thick.
Kinn’s scent is so deeply merged with his own they already smell like they’re mated. Not even bonded couples spend this much time in an enclosed space, thoroughly drenching each other in scents. And Kinn is very thorough. He likes to rub his come into Porsche’s skin and to suck all over his neck. He squeezes Porsche like he’s trying to win a competition for the best octopus impression.
Porsche loves every single second of it. He also loves how Kinn insists on feeding him, how the alpha lets Porsche groom him. How soft he becomes when Porsche blow-dries his hair and brushes his fingers through it. How he trusts Porsche when he shaves him.
There are no more growls when Porsche becomes a little shit and pokes and prods at him. Porsche still wanted to laugh at the alpha’s expression when he kicked him off the couch. Kinn looked so adorably shocked.
After two days of Kinn going around with Tankhun’s shirt, Porsche spends two hours convincing the older omega to visit him. It takes a lot of arguing and using low blows, but Tankhun finally yields. He agrees to show up with no bodyguards, because Porsche knows that would just set Kinn off.
Everyone is pretty tense when Tankhun is finally standing in front of the door to their rooms on a Thursday evening.
“You’ll be fine,” Porsche promises him. “I was thrown in there when he was truly feral and lived to tell the tale. Now Kinn is mostly like an adorable and confused puppy.”
It earns him an impressive scowl from Big, but the beta doesn’t dare lecture him in front of Tankhun.
“Let’s do this,” Tankhun says.
They step inside together and it doesn’t take Kinn even a few seconds to spot them. A deep, angry growl leaves his throat, eyes flashing with the same wild look he had when Porsche met him. It’s enough to make Tankhun stumble a step back, instantly stinking up the place with his souring scent.
“Calm the fuck down,” Porsche snaps at him, not caring that he’s talking to a mafia boss. “He’s your brother, he won’t eat you.”
It’s no wonder Kinn was agitated during his last encounter with his brother if the omega was smelling like this.
“Ai, Kinn,” Porsche says to him, leaving Tankhun at the door and walking closer to the alpha. Kinn grabs him and pulls him behind himself, protecting him. Porsche’s heart all but bursts in his chest from happiness. A small whimper leaves his lips. He basks in the knowledge that Kinn deems him important enough to protect. It takes him a second to pull himself from the haze. “Hey, it’s okay. That’s Tankhun!”
It quiets the growl in Kinn’s throat.
“That’s right,” Porsche says, grabbing Kinn’s wrist and tugs him closer to the other omega. Tankhun is staring at them from his place in the doorway, eyes round and hopeful. “That’s your brother Tankhun. Just smell him and you will see. Come on.”
Kinn’s pupils blow out when he catches a whiff of his brother. Then he rumbles, “Tankhun.”
Tankhun’s eyes fill with tears, before the omega all but throws himself at Kinn. It’s an unexpected move that not even Kinn predicts. A moment later Tankhun is hanging off of the alpha’s neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Good thing Kinn’s sense of smell is far better than an omegas, because he must sense the core of Tankhun’s smell over all the emotions wafting off of him.
“Tankhun,” Kinn repeats with more confidence. There’s urgency in his tone. He starts nosing all over his brother’s hair, hugging him close to his chest. “I… I… Tankhun.”
Porsche takes a step back and admires the reunion.
Honestly, maybe he should start a new business of taming feral alphas. He for sure did a better job than any of the so-called experts.
***
It doesn’t happen overnight, Kinn doesn’t wake up one day and say “I’m back”.
He comes back gradually, broadening his vocabulary and getting back into his pre-feral habits. Porsche is sad when Kinn no longer walks around half naked, instead of preferring polo shirts and slacks at home. Like it’s a rich version of sweats. Then comes the jewelry. One day Kinn wakes up and emerges wearing a watch and a signet.
The ring triggers the most significant change in his behavior. A more present look appears in his eyes whenever he stares at it. He plays with it, gazing out the window or when he’s resting with his head on Porsche’s lap.
In the end it’s actually Porsche who goes for a nap and wakes up to a completely different Kinn.
“Porsche,” the man says, when Porsche opens his eyes.
“Kinn?” Porsche asks, rubbing the sleep off of his eyes. Kinn is sitting in a chair next to the couch and that in itself is already alarming. Porsche can’t remember a moment where Kinn wasn’t in his personal space.
The man’s elbows are resting on his knees, a somber and thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Did you have a pleasant nap?” Kinn asks him.
Porsche will attribute this to being half-awake, because he answers first and thinks later.
“Yeah, this couch is like a cloud,” he says. Then he blinks, mouth falling open in shock. “What the fuck? Are you…?”
“It appears so,” Kinn replies. Apparently regular alpha Kinn is a smartass.
Porsche licks his bottom lip, hating the distance between them. He got used to having Kinn all up in his business, but the alpha doesn’t seem eager to touch him. If Kinn wanted things to stay between them like before, he wouldn’t say the news to Porsche while sitting so far away in the chair. He would be hugging him now and jumping with joy like Porsche wants to do.
“I’m glad,” Porsche tells him earnestly, sending him a smile. His heart is pounding, the noise echoing in his ears. “That’s wonderful, really. Your family will be ecstatic. They’ve been waiting for you to get better.”
Kinn simply looks at him, eyes taking in every detail of Porsche. He lingers on the bruises covering Porsche’s neck, eyes darkening. Porsche knows there’s one right over his scent gland.
“Who are you?” Kinn finally asks him, when Porsche is about to start squirming under the scrutiny.
“You don’t remember me?” Porsche asks, the omega in him cowering and whimpering. What if Kinn is just like his high school peer? What if he has no memory of Porsche?
“I do,” Kinn tells him, the simple words heavy and loaded. Porsche instantly thinks of the dirty things Kinn has done to him during the last three weeks. “I just don’t know how you got inside my home. One day you just appeared and stayed.”
“Oh,” Porsche breathes out, the relief making him faint. He watches Kinn’s nostrils flare and wonders what the man must be smelling. It frustrates Porsche that his omega nose can’t pick all the nuances of smells like alphas do. “Well, maybe you don’t remember, but you almost killed me at my workplace. You were on the run from your bodyguards and you found me in a backalley on a smoke break. Your dad decided that you wanting to rip my throat out was a positive sign of your reacting well to me. And here we are.”
“And you what, decided to walk into a feral alpha’s den out of the goodness of your heart?” Kinn asks. It feels like an accusation.
“When the mafia asks something of you, you don’t refuse,” Porsche replies snappishly, not liking Kinn’s tone. “You should know how it fucking works.”
Kinn’s eyes harden.
“How much did my dad promise you?” Apparently he knows Korn well. Porsche just doesn’t understand why he’s so upset about it. Shouldn’t he be grateful his dad did everything in his power to bring him back?
Porsche rolls his eyes at him, standing up from the couch. He can’t believe he was looking forward to Kinn coming out of his feral state. People are really right when they say ‘be careful what you wish for’.
“You’re clearly fine,” Porsche says, hating the bitter tone. “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Kinn must clench his teeth together, because the muscle in his jaw pops. He doesn’t say anything, just observes Porsche as he stomps over to the bedroom. Porsche throws on the first item he sees, which is a t-shirt that’s too big on him and exchanges the comfy sleeping pants he started borrowing from Kinn for his own jeans.
Bitterness and hurt is spreading all over his body, the omega side of him whimpering pitifully. Porsche juts his chin stubbornly and abandons his own stuff, knowing he can’t stay here a moment longer. He has no idea why things went south so quickly. He thought Kinn would be happy to finally have a conversation with him. That the alpha would hug him. Would thank him for staying with him. Would kiss him. Propose they start…
Porsche marches out of the bedroom to see Kinn still sitting in the same position. With one last look, he throws open the main door. Big is the one standing guard and looks at him, questioningly.
“Your boss is back,” Porsche tells him, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “You didn’t tell me he’s such a fucking asshole.”
Big looks like he’s in shock, eyes wide. He sidesteps Porsche and pushes himself inside.
“Khun Kinn?” He asks, hope evident in his voice.
Kinn stands up from the couch, his too long hair perfectly styled, a watch on his wrist and a signet ring on his finger. He looks absolutely perfect. Like a mafia boss should be.
“Big,” Kinn replies and the beta bows deeply, staying in this position a few seconds too long. Porsche can see the tremor in his hands, before he clenches his fists and straightens up.
“I’m out,” Porsche says before Big can reply, deep down hoping Kinn will ask him to stay. When the alpha only looks at him blankly, he simply walks away. Heart breaking in two and aching all over.
Even if the only thing he wants to do is go back and throw himself in the alpha’s arms, he has more pride than that.
***
Kinn is an absolute mess. During the day he can barely focus on what is happening around him, too distracted to be productive. When the night comes he lies in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He pretends he doesn’t sniff the pillow Porsche slept on and that the man’s fading smell isn’t the reason why he refuses to let the maid change the sheets.
Porsche walked out of his life three days ago and with him, he took Kinn’s sanity.
Kinn has never been as confused and lost as he is now. The memories from most of his feral state are hazy, he remembers voices, emotions and the aching loneliness. There are also moments of calmness in the chaos that are his memories. He knows now that the voice that talked to him for hours through the door belonged to Tankhun. Kinn remembers the ache in his chest lessening, sweet relief falling upon him as he listened to the voice with his ear pressed against the metal of his door.
Kinn sighs, resigned, and rolls over. He pushes his face against Porsche’s pillow, inhaling deeply. The scent there is getting weaker, barely clinging to the fabric. Kinn swallows back an unhappy growl, because he refuses to let the alpha part of him rule again.
That’s one of the reasons he let Porsche go. The alpha part of him wanted him too much. Kinn sat there and stared at Porsche while the omega napped, stomping on every single instinct in him to sink his teeth in Porsche’s neck and mark him as his. The human part of him was confused and mortified about everything that happened.
It’s insane to think that in his feral state he treated the omega as his mate while Porsche was only doing his job. Doing what he was hired for by Kinn’s father. And even if the term “mate” is pretty outdated and forgotten nowadays, Kinn likes to believe that some people are fated to be together. Sometimes the chemistry is so strong that the term “partner” doesn’t really cover it.
There were various hickeys covering Porsche’s neck, all over his scent gland as well. It’s a wonder Kinn hadn’t bitten him. If they fucked at the very beginning, he doesn’t think he would have been able to stop himself. Porsche brought him out of the feral state way before Kinn started talking. Even when he wasn’t fully coherent, the alpha in him knew biting someone in his state would be bad.
Now Kinn can’t stop thinking about Porsche fucking him because he feared for his life. He knows how his family works, how the mafia works. Korn wouldn’t let Porsche just walk away had he failed. No word about his condition could get out.
The official version of Kinn’s disappearance was ‘taking care of business in the United States’. A place where the Thai mafia doesn’t even reach. Kim was sent to the US to keep up appearances, to show that the Theerapanyakuls were making deals with the Americans. His younger brother is set to return in three days and Kinn hopes that his whole pack being closer to him will pull him out of the pathetic state he’s in now.
***
“Khun Kinn,” Big says, bowing politely to him as he walks inside Kinn’s office.
“Big,” Kinn acknowledges him with a nod of his head.
He’s working hard trying to distract himself from the absence of certain omega. It’s been a week now and he’s not doing any better. Kinn’s mopey and snappy like a pubescent teen, driving his bodyguards crazy. He can’t help it though. Not with how fast Porsche’s scent is disappearing. There’s barely any of it left, just traces of a sweet meringue smell with a fresh lemon undertone. They’re the strongest on his couch and in his bed, so naturally those are the places Kinn spends the most time in. He sits there and thinks of all the ‘what ifs’.
Kinn can’t stop wondering what Porsche must have felt, being pushed into a feral alpha’s den. Fucked by him. Kinn remembers Porsche taking care of him as well, shaving him and helping him shower. That he was forced into all of this.
Kinn’s teeth clench and his grip on the pen tightens, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.
“Khun Kinn,” Big says. When there’s no reaction, he repeats, “Khun Kinn.”
“What, Big?” Kinn snaps at him, looking up with a glare.
The beta just calmly looks back. He has always been good at ignoring Kinn’s bad moods. He never deterred from approaching Kinn just because Kinn felt like being a dick to everyone.
“Could we… could I show you something?” Big asks, a tablet clasped in his hands.
“What is it?” Kinn asks, pushing away the paperwork from himself. He will go crazy if he has to read through another report. Maybe a break will do him some good.
“This is footage from your living room,” Big explains, walking closer to the desk. Kinn narrows his eyes at him, still hating the fact that his bodyguards were watching him on camera. “Pardon me for being too forward, but I think you should watch it.”
The tablet is suddenly forced into Kinn’s hands, opened on a five minute video.
“I took the liberty of looking through most of it for you,” Big says, a blush spreading over his cheeks. For some reason he looks determined. About what, Kinn has no idea. “I selected what I deemed the most important.”
“You make zero sense,” Kinn tells him with a sigh, eyeing the queue of videos. A second later he taps on the play button anyway.
He freezes as the video starts showing him and Porsche sitting cross legged at the small coffee table in his living room. Kinn is eating what looks like a burger, staring at Porsche like he’s the eighth wonder of the world while the omega is animatedly talking, waving a hand in the air. Kinn has no recollection of it happening, so it’s weird watching himself bite into a burger like nothing’s wrong. He watches as the video-Kinn gets sauce on his face, some of it dripping down his chin and he feels a wave of embarrassment roll through him. How low he had fallen. Kinn blinks as Porsche grabs a napkin and throws it at him, without stopping his tale. When video-Kinn just stares at him, Porsche mimics wiping his chin, no hint of ridicule in his attitude. No hint of disgust at how clumsy and animalistic Kinn is.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Big says, before walking out of the office.
Kinn doesn’t pay him any mind, too engrossed in the video footage.
He spends two hours, two full hours of watching himself and Porsche in various situations. And positions. He watches their first interaction, feeling respect and pride for how the omega handled him. Porsche didn’t even hesitate in kicking him and it was so powerful that it probably would be successful against anyone else.
It’s hard to watch the scene where he pounds and growls at the door during Porsche’s first disappearance. The alpha in him is going absolutely insane like he remembers the frustration and longing of that moment.
Kinn behaves like a damn peacock, chest puffing and full on alpha preening as he watches himself cuddle and scent Porsche. Feral him did it a lot. The omega always had his full attention. Kinn particularly likes the videos of himself feeding Porsche and while he watches them, he starts recalling those memories. Things are becoming much clearer.
Kinn might not be the best judge of it, but it’s pretty clear that while Porsche might have been with him due to blackmail and money, the omega didn’t entirely hate it. Kinn might go a step further and say Porsche enjoyed spending time with him. The omega treated him with respect and kindness, but he also seemed genuinely happy and carefree. He didn’t seem to treat Kinn any differently than what Kinn would expect to be treated like were he in his full mind.
One look at the clock tells him it’s almost one at night, but he knows there’s no way in hell he’s going to fall asleep. Not with how his alpha is whining and pushing at him to find their omega.
Seconds later Kinn’s outside the office, commanding Forth to summon Big to him. The beta has the evening off, but Kinn doesn’t trust anyone else with what he wants to do.
Big arrives in his office not even ten minutes later, all dressed up and fresh looking like it’s not the middle of the night.
“Get me Porsche’s address,” Kinn asks him, stopping mid step since he was pacing the office a second ago.
“I already have it,” Big answers him. “The car is ready for you, Khun Kinn.”
Kinn refuses to be embarrassed how predictable he is. The beta must have known what the videos would do to Kinn. That he wouldn't be able to go on a minute longer without getting Porsche back.
While they’re riding in the elevator, Kinn places a hand on Big’s shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” he says. He doesn’t have to explain.
“Of course,” Big replies, sending him the smallest, most tender smile Kinn has ever seen from him. The beta looks vulnerable for a split second, before he puts his chin up and leads Kinn outside to the waiting car.
***
Getting inside Porsche’s house is child's play. The gate opens with a single push, not closed at all and it makes Kinn’s hackles raise. Anyone could just walk in.
Big picks the lock in thirty seconds and Kinn makes a mental note to replace Porsche’s door. He needs better locks and more solid wood. He could kick this one out without breaking a sweat.
Kinn sends Big back to the car, ignoring the beta’s disapproving look, and creeps inside the house. He’s immediately assaulted with the smell he longed for for the last week. Lemons and meringues tickle his nostrils, letting him know he’s in the right place. Kinn stands in the dark, taking lungfuls of the air like he’s a damn junky. He’s almost dizzy from the feeling. Porsche’s house also smells like apples and mint, with subtle citrus undertones clearly belonging to an omega. Kinn knows Porsche has a younger brother, a cute looking omega, so it must be his.
Stumbling around a dark unfamiliar house is not Kinn’s idea of fun, but he’s desperate to get to Porsche as fast as he can. Once he is upstairs, he sees an open door with lights turned on. It lets out a yellow glow out into the corridor and Kinn’s heart starts beating faster. There’s a guy sitting in front of a computer with headphones on, shooting zombies on the computer screen, his back to Kinn. It must be Porchay. The omega is completely clueless to Kinn’s presence.
He has two more doors to choose from and it’s easy to pick Porsche’s. The smell coming from there is as intense as only a bedroom can be.
Kinn quietly opens the door and sneaks inside. He stands with his back to the door and lets his eyes adjust to the dark once again. The moonlight seeps into Porsche’s bedroom through the open blinds. The man is lying starfished on the mattress, wearing only boxer briefs, the covers kicked off. Kinn can’t see much, but he knows his memory didn’t do Porsche justice. The long legs and smooth skin, glowing in the dimmed lighting makes his alpha whine and struggle to overtake Kinn. The instincts trying to rule him again.
Fear takes ahold of Kinn, legs carrying him closer to Porsche. He doesn’t want to become feral again. In his heart he knows there are only a handful of people that could push him into this state, and Porsche is among them. The omega might also be the only person in the world that can break him out of it.
Kinn kneels on the mattress like he’s in a trance and bends his body in a ridiculous way to curl around Porsche. The omega is taking most of the space, but Kinn still manages to lie down and not wake him up. He lies there, not moving at all and basks in the warmth coming off of Porsche and drowns in the delicious smell of him. Kinn doesn’t last long before he starts slowly running his finger up and down Porsche’s spine, having the compulsive need to touch him.
Porsche makes a cute, confused noise and unconsciously rolls over, facing Kinn. Kinn’s heart is pounding so hard it’s the only thing he can hear. The omega sniffs, pushing his face into Kinn’s neck. There’s a whoosh of warm breath over Kinn’s sensitive skin, his muscles flexing when Porsche noses over his scent gland.
He tentatively wraps his arm around Porsche and closes his eyes. The feeling of calmness and contentment returning, the first time since the moment he came out of feral state.
It shouldn’t be possible to fall asleep as soon as he does, but Kinn is out like a light in a few seconds with ass half-hanging out the bed and knees bent at an awkward angle.
***
“What the fuck?” Is the very first thing Kinn hears in the morning.
He grumbles, looking for the warm, solid body of the omega to hug him closer, but all he grabs at is a leg covered in sparse hair. He squeezes the thigh, hauling himself closer and tucks his nose to the skin, inhaling. He can’t get enough of how good the omega smells.
“No, seriously, what the fuck is happening?” The voice asks, but the owner of it sounds like he’s talking to himself. “Kinn?”
Kinn huffs, but cracks open one eye and it slams into him where he is. Porsche is sitting up, staring down at him with a shocked expression. The man looks absolutely delicious with ruffled hair and sleep-puffy eyes.
When Kinn just stares at Porsche, unable to form any words, the omega frowns.
“Are you back to being feral?” He waves a hand in front of Kinn’s eyes. “Earth to Kinn.”
“No, I’m not feral,” Kinn answers, voice hoarse. He clears his throat, feeling a little awkward for breaking inside Porsche’s house and crawling into his bed.
“Then what are you doing here?” Porsche asks, looking briefly at the hand Kinn keeps on his thigh.
Kinn hauls himself up, sitting cross-legged on the mattress and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. His alpha isn’t happy he broke the skin contact so he puts his hand on Porsche’s shin and plays with the hair there. It hits him just now how different Porsche looks to other omegas. The man isn’t exactly small or dainty, looking more like an alpha than an omega, but Kinn’s brain didn’t even register it before. Porsche is absolutely perfect the way he is.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Kinn says, when silence stretches on for too long.
“So you broke inside my house?” Porsche’s scowl is pretty impressive, considering the red pillow lines over his left cheek.
“Look, I know I wasn’t very… warm and welcoming that day,” Kinn explains, tugging at Porsche’s body hair mindlessly. He becomes aware of it when Porsche hisses warningly. “In my defense, I just got out of a year-long feral state.”
Porsche sighs, shoulders relaxing a little.
“I wasn’t expecting you to react that way,” Porsche tells him, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes. “I think we both could have reacted a little better.”
Kinn’s heart thuds against his ribcage, his alpha whimpering. He knows he fucked up, throwing money in Porsche’s face. It’s not fair to expect him to help a stranger for free. Kinn knows how the world operates.
“I’m sorry,” Kinn says, finding it surprisingly easy to do so. He has apologized to someone maybe twice in his adult life. “I was confused and embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed? For what?” Porsche looks genuinely curious.
“All of it,” Kinn snorts. For being so helpless, so dependent on the omega. Porsche had to help him shower, for fuck’s sake. Kinn’s stomach rolls when he thinks about one more thing. “If I ever forced myself on y…”
“You didn’t,” Porsche cuts him off, a proud and stubborn tilt to his chin. “You wouldn’t be able to do anything to me that I wouldn’t want.”
Kinn can’t help the way he straightens, puffing up his chest. There’s a change to Porsche’s smell, something sweeter rolling off of him.
“Oh?” Kinn cocks his head, alpha perking up. He lets his eyes wander over Porsche’s body, the tight abs and dusky nipples that quickly harden under his gaze. “Were you that eager, baby?”
It slips out, but he doesn’t regret it, because Porsche’s eyelids droop and lips part. The omega likes it.
Kinn can’t get over how compatible they are.
“What if I was?” Porsche taunts him, quirking an eyebrow.
It takes inhuman effort not to flirt back, but Kinn wants to clear things up between them. It is important they are on the same page.
“Then I would ask you to go on a date with me,” Kinn tells him, looking him deep in the eyes. “Let me take you to dinner and explain everything. Let me court you properly. Like an alpha should court an omega.”
A lovely blush spreads over Porsche’s cheeks, the omega becoming a little bashful.
“You talk like we’re forty years back,” Porsche jokes, but Kinn sees how much he likes it. Porsche likes to be taken care of, even if he doesn’t know it yet. “I’ll go on a date with you, but don’t expect me to clean your house and pop kids out every year.”
Kinn laughs, loving the instant smile that overtakes Porsche’s face in response.
“My memories are a little hazy, but I don’t remember you having a pussy,” he answers jokingly. “And I have staff that takes care of the cleaning.”
“Good,” Porsche says and makes an ‘oomph’ sound, when Kinn grabs him by the shins and tugs him down so he’s lying on his back. “What…?”
The omega doesn’t protest when Kinn makes himself at home, lying down on him and pushing his nose into his neck. He finds the spot where the smell is the strongest and sniffs.
“Well, that feels very familiar,” Porsche says dryly, but starts playing with Kinn’s hair. “And, Kinn? Break into my house again and I’ll kick your ass.”
“Mm,” Kinn hums into his neck, eyes closing.
He feels relaxed and content, knowing he found his home in Porsche. Losing a year of his life was worth it to feel like this.
To find his omega.