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What the actual fuck? He thought as he stared at the prices for rut suppressants. $300 for one fucking pill!? Midterms were coming up soon and Hektor's rut was predicted to start around the time. He had thought he could just delay it or lessen the symptoms, but seeing the prices has really fucked his plan over.
Sure, he COULD just ask his father, but he had specifically requested more financial independence because he didn't want to be a spoiled rich boy. His father agreed and Hektor wasn't about to come crawling back like a pathetic bitch because he can't deal with a fucking rut. So now he has two choices. Go into debt or become a shoplifting klepto like his little brother, Paris. Hektor sighs and starts to shove a few into his pocket…
“Inflation a bitch?”
He turns to the voice who had spoken from down the aisle. Hektor's expression falls slightly as he turns to see the blond boy from his school. Well this should be fun.
“Achilles,” he greets. “Strange seeing you here.” But it wasn’t strange. The pharmacy is right down the street from their dorm building. He does wonder why the other man is here though.
Achilles steps closer with a smirk and Hektor recoils slightly at the smell of his pheromones which the other man catches, “Woah! I'm not gonna try anything, dude. Chill the fuck out.”
But Hektor could not chill the fuck out because the playboy jock before him has caught him stealing rut suppressants and has the chance to reveal this fact to the entire school. Hektor wouldn’t put it past him to do so. Achilles is known to enjoy ruining his enemies’ rep, but Hektor isn’t an enemy. He’s prey.
It is expected of an alpha to take pride in their carnal desires especially when they come from wealth and have a reputation to uphold so if the rumor spread that the son of Priam was ashamed of his natural urges and also too broke to buy pills then who knows what that could do to how others see him? Hektor likes to act like he is comfortable with himself and doesn’t care what others think, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He is the oldest among his siblings. He must be perfect. He has to set an example.
“What do you want, Achilles?” he asks, putting on an annoyed and fed up tone despite Achilles not having done anything yet. Maybe he’s just making small talk—
Achilles replies in a mocking tone, “Oh, nothing much! Just wondering why a guy like you is resorting to stealing rut suppressants. Could it be that Daddy doesn’t have much money left?”
And there it is.
Hektor rolls his eyes, already tired of this shit, “I will have you know that my father’s finances are in order and I have simply requested that I support myself now that I am out of the house. I am just….I have been unable to find a job just yet.” Hektor shrugs, averting his gaze. The last thing he needs is Achilles to call him a brokey.
Achilles can't help but roll his eyes back though he is much more playful than Hektor. Taking another step forward Achilles makes offers with a smirk.
“Well then, allow me to make a preposition, Prince,” he mimics Hektor’s formal speech and pulls something out from his pocket, “I have here a total of ten whole rut suppressants. Enough to last you through the exams. All you have to do is give me something in return.”
Hektor scoffs, “I’m not that desperate.” He crosses his arms and swears Achilles’ eyes flicker down to his chest for a moment.
“Yes you are.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t know you swung that way, but I’m taken. Sorry.”
Hektor pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and mutters, “ Oh my gods, you’re such an asshole—Fine. How fucking much?”
Achilles raises a brow and Hektor groans, “For the fucking pills, dipshit.”
“Oh I know. I just like fucking with people—” he pauses as Hektor mouths a “You really do” under his breath.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
“Well damn. I was just gonna give these to you for like 30 bucks, but now I’m thinking you don’t appreciate my generosity!” Achilles feigns taking offense, putting the back of his hand to his forehead.
Fuck. Despite Achilles’ playful nature, Hektor knows to take him seriously, “Fine. I’m sorry. Can I just have the damn pills? I’ll give you a hundred.”
Achilles takes a dramatic step back and wags his finger at Hektor, “No, no. I changed my mind. I’m upping the price. You have to do me a favor along with the $30 now.”
This bitch.
“Fucking dammit—what!?”
“I want you to tutor me.”
What.
“What?”
“You heard me. I want you to meet me in the library three times a week to help me study,” Achilles explains like he isn’t insane.
Hektor snaps out of whatever confused daze he was in and shakes his head to clear his thoughts, “What? No? I’m not gonna fucking tutor you. Just get Patroclus to do it,” he mentions Achilles’ boyfriend, knowing the man is pretty well educated.
“Pat’s busy with his own stuff. I’d rather bother you with it than put the burden on him. Besides, I’m sure you could handle it! Having to deal with your younger siblings always coming to you for help and what not?”
Hektor knows he’s right. He has quite the talent for being able to stand strong and competent no matter what life decides to throw at him whether it be Paris calling to be bailed out of prison(now that he thinks about it, that boy really needs some help instead of their parents calling him troubled or a lost cause) or helping Kassandra through one of her episodes. He could handle being thrown into the middle of active warfare, but he sure as shit doesn’t feel like dealing with whatever trick Achilles is pulling.
“I’m not gonna help you study, man. Do it yourself. I have my own shit to deal with,” Hektor says before turning away to leave the aisle, but he pauses. He really needs those pills and Achilles can’t be THAT difficult to teach. He turns back around with a defeated sigh. Achilles raises a brow and smirks.
“I’ll dm you.”