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“Why do you always hide your scent?” Style mumbled.
His lips pressed and teeth searched against the back of Fadel’s neck, nipping at the frustrating patches that lay there. Style’s arms wound around a sturdy waist and palms pressed against the muscle of his abdomen.
“It’s not fair we’re boyfriends and I don’t even know what you smell like.” He pouted, something childish and stubborn.
“Scents give too much away. It’s too present, too much of a liability.” Fadel responded, brain already thinking up all the ways his pheromones could’ve made jobs end up in disaster.
Style rolled his eyes.
How ridiculous.
Style squeezed Fadel harder in frustration. “I’m not talking about when you’re out in public. I get why alphas and omegas hide them then.”
He spun Fadel around to face him, vegetables half sorted on the kitchen counter. Style continued. “I’m asking why you always wear scent patches around me. I’m a beta, my nose isn’t even that great.”
Fadel rolled his eyes. “I always wear scent patches. Even at home, I don’t like being so traceable.”
“Traceable, what are you talking about? Why would anyone want to trace a random alpha who runs a burger joint?” Style questioned, wishing for Fadel to just spill the beans already. To admit that he’s a hitman so Style didn’t have to lie anymore.
Fadel grunted, face staying neutral. “I just don’t want anyone smelling me okay?”
Style cuddled closer to his wiry boyfriend. “Everyone, including me? You literally have been inside me.”
Fadel coughed.
Regaining his composure and holding Style’s sulking face. Style isn’t supposed to feel sad, he’s supposed to be annoying and grinning at all times.
He hated it.
“I just always have them on. I’m not trying to hide my scent from you.”
Style perked up at that. Already sensing that he’s getting what he wants. “So you gonna take the patches off or should I peel them away with my teeth?
Fadel pushed a very serious Style slightly back, just enough to have some distance between them. Eyes searching. “You want to know that badly?”
Style nodded, eyes sparkling and cheeks raised in a gleaming toothy smile.
He sighed, hand already moving to play with the edge of the patch, his stomach felt tight. No one got to smell his scent but someone like Style who he could no longer deny that he’s fallen for is a big deal.
What if Style hates it?
Fadel has always hated how intense and slightly sweet it is.
Would his beta nose even be able to fully smell the notes there? Would Style’s beta react badly to Alpha Pheromones? Fadel suddenly felt like this was a bad idea. But one glance of Styles ' excited face and Fadel knew he was going to fold.
What Style wants, Style will get.
Fadel sighed. “Alright if you really want to i’ll show you.” He ran a hand down his face. “I’ve been told my scent is a little overwhelming so uh sorry if it is.”
Insecurities sinking into Fadel swam quickly.
Style nodded, teeth on full display and Fadel wanted to bite those high cheeks.
“Fine. But if you don’t like it or it makes you feel sickly it’s on you.” Fadel refused to look at Style through the embarrassment, and slight insecurity.
Style softened. “It’s you, of course I'd like it. Now let me sniff you burger man.”
Fadel sighed and slowly peeled the first of his 5 scent patches off. Style’s eyes widened instantaneously, what the fuck was that?
Fadel smelled like warm spices, sunny grass and- Style grinned, a slight smell of gasoline. Like that part of his scent was tailored for Style. Made for him only. The whole scent came together with a light sweetness that was not typical for an Alpha but made complete sense to Style.
Fadel was all hard lines and rough edges but underneath it all is a loving and warm man that cared deeply for his people. Style was just starting to understand who the hitman really was.
Style really likes Fadel’s scent.
He stepped forward, taking a deep lungful of the perfume exposed just for him. It’s still had that alpha-ness to it, that type that evolutionary said I'm “big and bad” but to Style that was so diluted when compared to the sweetness there.
His eyes were blown out, he was feeling like he could get addicted to smelling this everyday.
“Another one.” Style whispered.
Fadel watched the sudden shift in Styles' voice and body language.
Oh.
Style really liked what he was smelling.
That was all of the confidence he needed to slowly peel off the other two on his neck and the ones on each of his wrists.
Style’s eyes slipped shut and stuttered. “Oh god Fadel.”
He threw his head back, recentering himself. His eyes met Fadel’s under his bangs, eyes blown out and dark.
“I’m going to eat you.” Style all but purred.