Startled by the raging man walking towards them, Claus finally let go of Luther and stepped back. He was now strategically sitting between the unknown alpha and his childhood love.
-Friend of yours? asked Claus.
-Pain in my ass is more accurate, snicker Luther.
-I hope not literally, Lu.
Killian finally reached Luther and the mysterious man. Yet the annoying fake blonde was standing between him and his omega. Killian reached for Luther's hand, but Claus grabbed it and shook it first, leaving Killian even more angry and confused.
-Claus Marcine, nice to meet you!
The blonde smiled brightly, a smile practiced and emotionless. The kind of smile Killian used too when he had to close a deal with a troubled sponsor or whenever he was in the vicinity of his aunt.
-Claus? Did Santa come early this year, babe?
-Babe?
Claus looked behind him asking Luther for an answer, but the omega was too busy to wrap his tie around his fist. The blonde omega had a split second to dodge the punch that landed on Killian without any warning.
-Fuck you! Want a spectacle? Want to headline? Get a load of this, you entitled asshole!
Killian spent more than a few nights fantasizing about how Luther would feel on top of him. Even if he was usually into more frail flowers, the thought of Luther's muscular body bouncing itself, trembling, making him lose any trail of self-restraint.
Some parts of his fantasy came true tonight- Luther was balancing himself on top of him, but not in the way Killian imagined. Instead, Luther was holding his neck with one hand while landing fists with the other. He could tell Luther didn't hold back any power and let whatever rage and anger pour outside.
He could hear the shutting of cameras and the whispers of the people. He could see the blonde getting Luther off of him. He felt the throbbing of his newly dislocated jaw. Yet he couldn't focus on anything else, but on the expression Luther had. He was about to cry.
Luther was about to cry because of him
Why? Because he didn't call? Because he thought he ignored him? Because he embarrassed him in front of all the people?
But since when was Luther a guy controlled by his own emotions?
A woman popped his jaw back in place. Killian thought he heard her say something about going to the hospital. He got up. Wiped his bloody nose on the sleeve of his designer shirt.
-Where is he? asked Killian.
-If you want to report him, sir.
-No, I-I just want to talk to him.
-He's outside talking to the police. Are you sure you don't want to lie down?
Killian shook his hand dismissively and went outside to look for Luther.
Outside, instead of getting an explanation for whatever happened inside there, Killian witnessed a shouting match uncharacteristic of Luther.
-So this was what it was about, huh?
-Lu, please, I just want to see if I can get my senses back.
-It's always so fucking easy for an alpha! I-I don't want to see you. The deal's off.
-Please don't do this, Lu. Just imagine how much wonder this new medicine would do. Imagine how many people you could save.
-Go fuck yourself, Claus!
Luther shifted his attention to Killian who witnessed this whole argument.
-You know what? continued Luther. You two should hook up. Since you like so much rubbing and tugging on your ego so much, you could 69 each other and get a meal with it too.
-Why are you angry at me, Luther? asked Killian calmly.
-Like you don't know!
Luther pushed with a finger against Killian's chest. Killian noticed that the omega was faintly letting pheromones outside because of the rage fit he was in. It smelled so fucking refreshing… Finally, after a week, Killian breathed for the first time.
-Go to your Aunt and tell her I would not bloom for you even if it was to save my life, you disgusting waste of air.
Luther turned his head towards Claus.
-As for you, I don't want to ever see you again!
Silence took over the scenery after Luther left. The men didn't look at each other for a while, each in his own trail of thoughts. A single sentence brought them back to the harsh reality of what had happened tonight.
-Wanna grab a drink?