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Wemmbu whined into his pillow, he felt the heat in his abdomen and- disgustingly. The slick between his legs signifying his heat being here. And he hated the way his stomach churned, mind sounding the alarms to find an alpha.
Even when he didn’t want an alpha, didn’t need an alpha. He was Wemmbu, the fucking manic that could defend himself. Everyone called him an alpha after all, but he was a no good fucking omega.
An omega surrounded by fluffly pillows and blankets. Because fluffy is awesome, and he hated that. Hated there there were certain textures that he didn’t let close to his nes- bed at all just because his instincts didn’t think it’d be comfortable for him and his alpha. Which he doesn’t have by the way.
Egg’s the closest he has to an alpha, because he is an alpha. And that’s probably what’s flared up his heat so suddenly—because he was almost always near an alpha. Only problem, egg thinks Wemmbu is an alpha too.
Only reason he can get away with being an ‘alpha’ is because he dosent smell very sweet, if he controls his mood and scent enough. Everyone’s first impressive of him is an alpha—but a flaw to this? He has to be completely neutral. An emotion too happy he smells sweet, and emotion sad. Well- an omega being sad, and an alpha being sad is-different in a way Wemmbu just can’t explain.
The devil curled up on himself, thin tail curling around his ankle. Ram like horns pushing against a pillow. He breathed heavily, trying to stop the tears from coming. He wished he had someone to take care of him, so he doesn’t have to get up and make himself food. Dosent have to look over his disgustingly messy house.
But he doesn’t. And the oh so painful feeling of being hungry is creeping up on him, the emptiness in his stomach eating away at him so suddenly. Why, fucking why was hunger a thing? He slowly sat up, eyes glassing over in shear pain. He really wished he had a dick up his ass right now, or an omega friend opting to make food for him and spend time yapping and distracting him from the pain.
But he doesn’t, and probably will never have that. He’s made a reputation for himself. He swung his feet over the side of his bed, looking at the floor as if it itself had cursed him. And yet, he still puts his feet on the floor to stand up.
And he immediately wanted to be back in his nest, curled up a in layers of blankets and a stuffed toy he can treat as his own little pup to distract him from his horniness.
He curled an arm around his mid section, walking to the door and lazily swinging it open. Glancing up and down his hallway before leaving the safety and comfort of his de- room.
Walking down the bland hallway felt like hell, maybe he should’ve taken a blanket with him. Because he was cold, and was fleeing really exposed. In his own house..?
Weird…
He got to the end of the hallway, his paranoia forcing him to glance around the room before taking a step out of the hallway. But he didn’t, he couldn’t take the step. Because his eyes were locked onto a very confused and distressed looking eggchan’s eyes.
“Yo, Wemmbu bro. What the fuck?” Was all the alpha said , carefully, slowly walking over to Wemmbu. Only to take a big step back when Wemmbu hissed at him.
The demon’s tail was lashing and his teeth were bared. On full display egg could see the very sharp Caine teeth—which he’s never seen before, from Wemmbu at least. “Yo, yo. Bro chill- I- Yo.” Egg muttered afterward, hands up in a show of surrender, which did not make Wemmbu back down.
“Wemmbu bro- what-? No Nevermind. I don’t wanna know bro. Truce?” The Angel asked, tilting his head. Watching Wemmbu’s posture relax, tail still lashing, teeth still bared. But it was better than being jumped in Egg’s very humble opinion. “Uh- you want me to make breakfast or something dude?” He asked which was meet with a very enthusiastic nod. Eggs quickly turned and walked into Wemmbu’s kitchen, the only thing egg dosent want right now is a mad omega in heat. Even worse, a mad Wemmbu omega in heat. Terrifying, literally shaking him to his boots.
Wemmbu watched Egg disappear into the kitchen, then utter dread over flowed him. Why’d that stupid Angel decide to come back now? He dosent want to explain anything to egg, Wemmbu dosent even have a really good reason for the fact he doesn’t present as an omega.
He sighed, turning around and walking back to his nest—not closing the door behind him. And flopping onto his bed, curling up once more.
Eggchan was unexpected, and very unwanted. But at least he going to feed Wemmbu, until he gets bored of the omega and leaves. Like Zam did, like every other alpha that knows he’s an omega has.
He looks up to the knocking on his door frame, egg looking at him—in a way he couldn’t tell. “Uhm- are you good bro? Like dude your scent is very- burnt…sour?” The alpha inquired, stepping into the room with a plate of buttered toast with strawberry jam and apple slices. Did Wemmbu even have actual apples? Placing it on the side table, continuing to stand awkwardly at the side of Wemmbu’s bed. Watching him reach over for the plate and eat the toast and then apple. Getting all the crumbs on the plate, and not the bed. Wemmbu did not want crumbs in his nest.
Once he was finished he sat the plate back on the bedside table, looking back at egg. Waiting a few second to see if the Angel will dismiss himself. When he didn’t, Wemmbu decided to use him for as long as he’ll stay. “Can you like- get me water bro?” Was his first request, which egg quickly went off to do. Coming back not even a minute later with a glass of water. Handing it over to Wemmbu. “Thanks…” he mumbled bringing the glass to his lips, taking a couple of small sips before placing the cup on the side table. “Can you also- take the plate out? You don’t need to wash it or anything bro…” Wemmbu then asked, looking back up to egg. Who once again immediately bended to Wemmbu’s request.
Wemmbu watched egg disappear through the door again, before turning over and laying in his nest once more. Not expecting egg to comeback, but he did. And patiently waited for Wemmbu to roll over to face where he was standing—he wasn’t even looking at Wemmbu expectingly. He was just looking out the window. Well- looking out the white, just barely see through curtains.
Which Wemmbu guessed prompted egg to walk over and close the black out curtains aswell. He dosent know what goes on in eggs head. and he especially did not know what was going on in eggs head when he started doing some of Wemmbu’s chores.
He watched, and physically turned his head watching egg take a load of dirty washing out of his bathroom and disappearing into the hall. Is he doing Wemmbu’s laundry? Then in the distance Wemmbu could hear the washing machine being turned on, and then the Angel was back at his side. Presumably not wanting to make Wemmbu upset as he didn’t touch anything in Wemmbu’s general line of sight. Again, Wemmbu didn’t actually know what egg was thinking, he’s a loose cannon
“Do you- want in?” Wemmbu asked, furrowing his eyebrows at egg. Patting a spot next to him in his nest. And slowly, oh so carefully. Egg sat in the nest next to Wemmbu, treating Wemmbu like he was a viscous dog about to lash out. Which was fair, wemmbu did in fact act like that most times. And showed earlier to egg not even he was off limits during Wemmbu’s heat.
And, again slowly, egg lowered himself onto the bed so that he was laying down. Tensing up when Wemmbu got closer, maybe this Angel does have survival instinct. But he relaxed when Wemmbu simply layed over his torso, his scent turning happy.
Huh.
Egg didn’t know he made Wemmbu happy, and that made egg happy. Of course he knew him and Wemmbu are friends, basically BFF and forever, he’s Wemmbu’s little chungie friend after all. But most times it just seems like Wemmbu is putting up with egg’s nonsense. It could be the heat phenomenons?
Then, egg heard and felt it. Wemmbu purring. Ok. Ok. Ok. Relax, act nonchalant. Your best friend, one of your only friends, which you believe just puts up with you. Is purring, while laying on top of you. That’s a dopamine bust if egg’s ever felt one.
“You are not nonchalant bro.” Wemmbu said muffledly, looking at egg’s face where he’s perched on his chest with this sleepy look in his eyes. Egg huffed, one of his hands resting ontop on wemmbus lower back, being careful of the omegas wings. Using his other hand to help put himself into a more comfortable position, before it found its way to wemmbus hair. Playing with it, curling it in his fingers, amd massaging his scalps and bottom in his horns.
All of which calmed Wemmbu down enough to fall asleep, he’d expected to wake up to no Egg anywhere in sight.
But he didn’t, Egg was still there. Curled up with Wemmbu, not touching Wemmbu anywhere he shouldn’t be. Wemmbu smiled softly, curling up against eggs side, horns pushing up against eggs ribs. This- this was nice. He could get used to this.