Yours and Mine

Pain

George could still hear him. Sitting on the couch with the stairs of the basement behind him, Dream's whines and cries drifted up the dark stairs, muffled by the heavy door. That closet was so small, Dream was probably cramped inside, but it limited his smell and kept him safe. What it didn't do was drown out his moans. There were times when he swore he heard his name being called, but George couldn't go down and check.

The alpha in him wanted to race down there and take the omega -do what they were supposed to do and relieve his omega from the pain; however, the more human side told him to sit and stay. Dream wasn't in his right mind, and he couldn't take advantage of his friend like that.

Eret stayed sat with him on the couch, staying close enough to hold him back should the omega scream too loud. The wanton cries and heated honey were affecting him too, but nowhere near as bad as the alpha. The trio of kids sat on the floor around the coffee table where they distracted themselves with a game of Clue. The adults contemplated having them wait upstairs, but this was an important conversation to have with everyone. They were simply waiting for Fundy and Bad to return from their mission to start. As a precaution, they are running back through the route Dream and Fundy took and masking any faint traces of honey with pine.

The group in the living room jumped when a bang echoed up from the basement. George caved to his urges and tried to rush downstairs to ensure that the omega was safe, but Eret caught him by the waist and held him back. Now Goerge was forced to listen to Dream banging on the door that kept him locked in.

The front door swung open, revealing an exhausted Bad and Fundy: the latter of which rubbed a pine cologne onto the doorframe. George scrunched his nose at the strong smell, growling at the mockery. Dream didn't smell like that: he smelt warm and sweet. Something that he could get lost in, not some stupid pine.

"I think we got it all," Bad huffed as he shrugged off his jacket, the mint making George's frown curl.

Fundy followed Bad's movements and removed his jacket, "The smell will linger for a few hours, so hopefully, no one walks by," his cinnamon scent made the alpha growl. That smell clung to his omega: it didn't belong there. Just as the faint smell of honey shouldn't be clinging to the beta.

"You smell like him," George gave the comment off-handed with malice in his tone.

Fundy stuffed his nose in his arm while Bad grabbed the discarded jacket and took a whiff, "Damn, you're right. How could you smell that?" Fundy grabbed the bottle of pine and sprayed it liberally on his skin. Then he handed it to Bad so he could work the scent into the fabric.

"It's not perfect, but it'll help," Bad smiled before holding back a gag, "Why don't you sit over here though? That's kind of a lot."

George continued to glare at Fundy as the beta sat down in the chair. That smell was pungent, but it wasn't right. Dream smelled sweet, he smelt warm, he did not smell like this. Now with so much of the fake smell being spread around, he couldn't pick up on the omega's scent.

Eret was the first person to break the silence as Bad took a seat in the living room, "Does Schlatt know about this?"

Fundy shook his head, "No, no one in the pack knows. Fortunately, we were outside when his heat hit, but I couldn't sneak him back into the house. When it started getting worse, I could only think to bring him here."

George's mind raced back to the recent news of the omega drug. Had Dream somehow taken it? "Do you think this has to do with the new drug?"

"No, Dream and I have been extremely careful with everything he eats, and Schlatt doesn't suspect him. So I'm certain this is just a normal heat," he paused to lean back in his chair, worry glistening in his dark eyes, "But his heats have never been... this strong, this early."