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It was late at night when Faifa and Gun were tucked in their beds, Faifa scrolling on his phone and Gun trying to force himself to sleep and ignore the pit in his stomach, that someone starts borderline pounding on their door.
Faifa launches himself into motion, glancing at a startled Gun sitting up. "Just sleep. I'll see who it is."
Faifa opens the door, immediately getting bombarded with a fuming Yotha who invites himself in. "Who allowed you to move Gun downstairs?"
Said omega scrambles from out the bed.
"I swapped rooms with Gun in the first place," Faifa wasn't having it, meeting his brother with the same level of displeasure. "Now I want Kong to stay upstairs instead." He says, faking his dismissal. "What's it to you?"
Gun approaches tentatively, meekly interjecting. "Hey, take it easy.." They both glance at him. "Don't fight."
Yotha turns back to Faifa. "Hey," He takes a breath in, working himself up. "Gun is not an object. You can't just move him around."
"I asked him to.." Gun tries, taking a step forward, even as their blare of pheromones makes his lungs tight and own instincts stir.
"Quiet, omega." Faifa orders, but only because he knew if Gun tries to pacify Yotha, then the alpha will take it as winning. Gun gives him a hurt expression then looks down in automatic submission, the action sending a wave of nausea and Fiafa has to pretend that saying those words doesn't leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
Yotha seethes at the interaction.
"I made Gun switch rooms because I thought by sharing a room with you, he'd get to sleep with the lights on and be taken care of, but that's not what happened." Faifa scolds.
"Why are you making this your business?" Was all Yotha spits out.
Faifa levels with him a look, the corners of his mouth twitching up, not from amusement but from his audacity. "Don't think I don't know you've left Gun to deal with nightmares for many nights! Not to mention last night with those alphas. My friend is not safe with you!"
"Have you ever asked me.." Yotha starts with a bubbling growl. "If I want anyone other than me to take care of Gun?"
"You've never even taken care of him, Yotha." Faifa growls back, stunning Yotha for a moment. "And what do you mean by saying that? Are you possessive of him? What are you to him? His alpha?"
A silence passes between them.
Yotha doesn't want to believe this is happening. Not only because he's experiencing whiplash from being denied something, or rather someone, that he's never wanted more and has dared to imagine a future with. It was also because his own brother is being the barrier between them, for once in his life baring his teeth against him, protective and unyielding in a way he's never been.
He turns to Gun, grabbing his hands. "Beagle." Yotha's voice was soft as he addresses him, yet his pheromones were still thick with aggression even as he tries to force it to sweeten for the omega. He subtly rubs his scent on him. "Let's go back to our room."
Gun pouts his lip to stop it wobbling as a familiar burn starts up. He yanks his hands away, stiffly rubbing his wrists along his side to briefly scent himself for comfort and to rub away Yotha's scent. "I.. I want to stay here with Faifa."
Yotha blinks, twitching and watching, as if unable to comprehend the omega wouldn't always want him, wouldn't always listen and obey him, even while he was hurt over something. He tries again, pulling Gun's hands. "Hey. Tell the truth."
And this time, Gun couldn't hold back the tears from forming in his eyes, his scent wilting under Yotha's searching eyes.
"Beagle." Yotha frowns.
Gun yanks his arms away again, inhaling, throat tightening and lungs burning as the alphas' clashing territorial scents flood his nose, filled with confused anguish. "I'm telling the truth." He manages to say, sniffling. "I'll stay here."
Yotha stares at him.
Gun stares back.
When Yotha nods, a part of him is disappointed.
"Okay." The alpha says, like it's suddenly nothing, and then he was gone.
Gun finds himself staring after him, heart dropping. A part of him was relieved the fighting has stopped, and the pheromones were gone, with no alpha pressuring him anymore, but another part of him wilts and cries for him still, gawking that he walked away so easily from who he swears he wants.
Faifa closes and locks the door, giving Gun a look of sympathy. His scent was no longer posturing, yet still holds that protective warmth.
Gun tries to give him a reassuring smile. He ends up sobbing. Faifa sighs, and brings him into a hug, surrounding him in his scent, and while it wasn't the one his heart wants, it soothes a piece of his omega at the reassurance of pack. "You really love him so much, Gun." He cradles his head. "Damn it."
The omega cries harder at his words, the heavy realization that it truly wasn't just playground betrayal. He wasn't just upset because a potential lover kissed another; this is a betrayal that makes him feel so utterly sick.
He couldn't stand being next to Yotha after that night, the twisted selfish animal in him seething that another omega touched who was meant to be his alpha, his skin crawling when Yotha touched him, unable to stop imagining his hands on Warit. It was like a personal offense on himself that he's unable to get over, rooted so deeply, it made him dizzy with disgust and anger and mourning when he remembers that kiss.
He wanted to tear into Yotha, wanted to cry, when he tried to make him stay the night with him after that street fight. He felt guilty relishing in the satisfaction of him getting consequences. He doesn't want Yotha permanently damaged or anything like that, he thinks he only want him to feel the slightest of how he felt, to ache like he does, to lose sleep over him, to never be able to touch another omega without him haunting his thoughts.
But even now, even as he replays Yotha leaving him behind just moments ago, Gun doesn't want this to be the end. He's never met someone like Yotha, has never felt so intertwined and yearning the way he does for him. He's never hurt this much for someone. Is this the kind of love his sister warned him about? The kind of once in a lifetime love his mother promised him? Or will Yotha just be a crush fling he will forget about with time and never see again? Oh god, he hopes this isn't the end.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Faifa's attempt of comforting was the only sound other than his sobbing for a while.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Soon, they found their way into Faifa's bed, the alpha tucking him close with a gentle unyielding hold. If it were anyone else, Gun would've bared his teeth at an alpha who wasn't his mate daring to share a bed with him, but this was Faifa, the only alpha who wasn't Yotha that Gun doesn't mind finding solace with. His instincts must recognize him as pack, his inner omega was always easy to cling onto people, desperate for a pack of his own. Plus, Faifa's scent was similar to Yotha's, so it softens the moment.
"'M sorry, Fiafa," Gun murmurs, voice thick and croaky with tears. He rubs his eyes and sniffles.
"What for?" The alpha questions, matching his quiet tone, nudging his head and batting his hands away, taking their place to wipe away tears with his thumbs. He looks so sympathetic watching Gun, the kindness and care so pure it nearly makes him choke up again. "What for, hm?"
"I shouldn't have dragged you into this." Gun manages out, wobbly and fragile as he feels, trying to blink through his tears and see his face. "You're brothers, you shouldn't be fighting over me like that."
"We're not fighting over you, we're fighting for you. Just in our own ways, and we don't agree on how to take care of you. Brothers fight all the time. We still love each other." Faifa stares into his eyes, so sincere and open and calm, it felt unreal to be on the end of the care with no strings attached. "Don't blame yourself."
Faifa purses his lips. "I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have commanded you like that earlier. I'll never do it again, I promise."
Gun was about to argue, say he should've done something different, but then Faifa moves one of his hands down to rub his wrists against his scent glands on his neck, right below his jawline. A fuzziness immediately clouds his thoughts, his eyelids drooping, his hands falling to grasp anything in reach, one curling in the sheets and the other clinging to the alpha's shirt. Their scents spring into the air, surrounding them in warmth Gun inhales greedily.
It's been a while since he's been scented this way, with his mom and sister far away, and most of his friends don't particularly like scenting those who aren't in their own pack. Yotha wasn't his pack, but he could've been, they've skirted around the idea just the same with becoming mates. He's only briefly scented Gun during the nights they cuddle to sleep, mainly to lay claim for the morning, not to linger and comfort as deeply as Faifa is right now, with both of them wide awake.
Gun sinks further into the mattress, baring his neck instinctively, closing his eyes blissfully as Faifa shuffles closer and scents him more thoroughly where he can reach. His hands never strayed downwards past his waist, doesn't cross that line.
Any unmated omega and alpha scenting each other in a nest would be scandalous, his mother would freak if she knew, but Gun trusts Faifa more than anyone. He knows with all his heart he would never do something to him.
Gun is laid out open and vulnerable, and Faifa cradles him without a thought of betrayal.
Gun thought he had something like this with Yotha, but looking back on it now, he doesn't tremble baring his neck with Faifa like he did at the thought of doing so for Yotha.