The Rightful King

Robbie | 041

**CW: sexual content and mentions of kidnapping**

            It was as though Angel's own nervous energy was rubbing off on him. Or maybe his nervous energy was rubbing off on Angel. Or maybe their energies were bouncing off each other's, and the room they were trapped in was just a conglomerate of anxiety that neither could escape from. Regardless, Robbie couldn't sit still any longer, despite how the cramps in his lower stomach made him want to curl up and never move again. He knew his scent was filling the room, sugary sweet and on the brink of heat, just teetering on the edge. His heat was progressing faster than anticipated, though he was quite lucid compared to last time. He figured it was the stress.

He needed to build a nest.

Angel's eyes followed him as he stood from the bed. The room clearly hadn't been originally made to house prisoners, the bars on the windows an afterthought, it had likely been made with guests in mind. There was an attached closet with a couple of forgotten hangers on the built-in shelves. It was spacious though, especially for a closet, the middle area meant to hold a seat for changing shoes or something. It was gone now though, and the open space was probably large enough to shove the mattress inside. The smaller area seemed much more appealing than nesting in the middle of their room, given the circumstances.

"Do you think you could move the mattress into the closet?" He asked, popping his head into the main room to look at his guard. Angel seemed startled by his sudden question; nothing had been said between them for hours. Robbie had cut off any attempt at conversation then, too distraught to even consider the implications of their less than ideal situation, and Angel had never been the sort of person to pressure anyone into speaking.

They merely nodded, rising from where they'd taken up residence in the corner of the room, just beside the door. Robbie figured it was to put as much distance between them as possible, whilst still doing their job at keeping him safe. Robbie opened the closet door wide, getting out of the way so he could watch them without interfering.

Angel stopped just short of the bed though, eyeing the rumpled sheets with a hint of weariness, "You should strip the bed first. I don't want to get my scent on the bedding."

"Ahh," Robbie hummed in understanding. They really needed to talk. Still, he appreciated the sentiment, going to do as suggested. As promised, someone had dropped off supplies needed for heats, bar the suppressants that would make this whole thing a lot easier. Items like water, nutrient dense granola bars, lots of extra bedding, and clothing. They'd been promised not to be disturbed, but it wasn't exactly a comforting notion when one's fate is up to their captor. He would just have to hope that Vincent's mother was a man of his word.

The bed was free of sheets, Robbie had them folded off to the side, out of the way. He watched on as Angel lugged the mattress into the smaller space, having to maneuver it onto its side to fit past the doorframe. They're not wearing their guard's uniform anymore, instead wearing one of the outfits provided to them. Robbie had never seen them dressed so casually, the white t-shirt and grey sweatpants looking almost out of place on their body. The shirt was just a tad too small, the sleeves clinging to their inked biceps as they lifted the mattress up, and Robbie felt a jolt of guilt at the observation.

How was this going to affect his relationship with Scott and Allen?

Because it was inevitable, their coupling. Mating cycles were still behind on the whole evolutionary adaption thing, heats and ruts their bodies outdated way of maintaining their species. It could be dangerous to go through either alone without suppressants, and even having a partner available could pose issues, depending on the severity of the cycle. Every pharmacy, supermarket, and corner store had suppressants for free, all funded by the Othebian government. It would have been incredibly easy for Monroe to obtain some, along with birth control, yet he was withholding them from him.