For The Beta I Fell For (bl)

Lust 2

The gasps for air were deep, as layle sat straightening his back, head raised, staring at the ceiling, after he unloaded in Keith, who was still beneath him, too tired to move.

The taste of blood still on his tongue, he swallowed it.

Pheromones were engulfing them, he wondered what color they were if they could be seen, what color they will become if mixed with Keith's, what taste they would give merging together.

He was taking a rest, as the suppressant and pheromones tired him so much, but his rest won't take long, as his balls were filled again.

He looked down at Keith, that boy was more tired than he was, he didn't know if he can take more, but Layle wouldn't stop anyway.

Keith was half conscious, the pheromones in his blood stream messed with his brain. His shoulders and chest filled with bite marks and blood, his veins visible, throbbing as a true alpha's pheromone fighting over control with the blood that determined it's toxin.

What is Layle without pheromones? What is Keith with them? When pheromones spread on the things alphas's love, he'll start loving them more.

Layle watched with his own eyes how Keith beneath him changed into someone desired, just because he now has his pheromones.

Keith loves him, he remembered, he confessed, and that's why Layle is in his current state. His heart beat faster.

A tear fell when he blinked, but it was only one drop.

He pulled his dick out, thick semen mixed with blood, turned into pink, followed to the exit. Keith finally sighed in relief, then a kiss closed his parted lips, and a tear rolled down.

An iron taste, blood mixed with alcohol, with smoke, with pheromones.

A long passionate kiss, like the ones they used to share in hide, his still hard member twitched, his back arched to get closer to the body of the alpha on top. He wanted more of that kiss.

Then he felt Layle's member at his entrance again, this time it was easier to enter, this time Layle touched the beta's member softly messaging it.

Keith moaned against the alpha's lips, his eyes closed shut, the feeling was so much to bear. In a minute he finished.

But Layle was still going.

It felt surreal, Keith had no pheromones that Layle can get drunk on while fucking him senseless, but he felt already drunk on the beta blood he tasted, on the thought of Keith's pheromones.

On the thought of imaginary pheromones, but even with no pheromones he desired Keith, and it was crazy.

"Layle stop.. for a moment."

Keith asked, his grip squeezing Layle's biceps, but the latter didn't feel a thing, didn't hear a thing, his head buried in his ex lover's chest, his grunts were the only to echo in his ears.

At the train station, he watched the train that took Keith leave, then another train stopped and left, then a third and forth. And the night was cold. And the the night was dark. And the night was depressingly long.

"Stop! It hurts, stop."

As if Keith had the right to speak, he overestimated the situation by the kiss he received, thinking thay Layle was kind, that he will listen and understand.

But thoughts that hurt an alpha, hurt everyone around.

His moves became as much harsh as before. It made Keith cry, his face puckered and lips quivered, not from pain but he was suddenly sad.

The party Jason held, Keith must had fun there before everything fell into disaster, he must had sex with those alphas who fucked him, them turned against him. Layle is no better than them, this is how an alpha has sex, Keith must realized.

But it just made him angry, the thought of Keith beneath another alpha is worse than when Keith is on top of May, he punched the mattress next to Keith's ear, before he finishes again.

'This is so fucked up,' Layle thought, he's so fucked up. His eyes became glossy and he pulled away, turning his face towards the door, hoping that someone can come and get him off of Keith. He can't do it himself.

'What the fuck have I done?' What the fuck has Layle done?!

"That's it?" Keith asked, Layle turned back at him. "Are you satisfied?"

Keith sat up, his back supported by the bed metal crown, his back hurt. The words he spoke he already regrets, but he won't receive anything but pain anyway.

Layle scoffed, he looked at Keith's direction, not precisely at him, but at the sunset painting above his head, Keith's face still in his vision line.

It's not enough, not because he isn't an omega. It's because he's a beta, that can't satisfy Layle making him wanting more, wanting to be satisfied but couldn't. In the end he merely felt thirsty, thirsty to taste Keith again, drinking him as if rain in the desert.

But Keith was the desert without pheromones and he understood that, still he wanted Layle to take everything out of his body and mind, so both of them have nothing left to care about.

"A beta can't satisfy me."

"But I'm the only one you have right now."

His words easily persuade Layle for a third and last round, during all of them Keith only finished once. If Layle didn't take his suppressant, he would have knotted inside of him a long time ago, but thank god he took them.

Thank god it suppressed his energy, leaving him to fall on bed and wanting nothing but to sleep his tiredness and pain away, Keith would have slept right away when Layle separated himself from him, but his last words left him awake for ten extra minutes.

"I wish you were an-"

Keith understood, he finished the alpha's word in his mind, he cried but it doesn't matter, he was already crying the whole night.

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When Keith woke up he was alone, he didn't know the time other than the sun still up in the sky, he didn't know where Layle left to, he only knew Layle was outside of the apartment cause he didn't want to see Keith.

He felt a sudden curiosity to go through Layle's things, he was still in bed and felt he could go back to sleep, but craving a cigarette was so much great he pulled himself up suddenly.

That's when pain hit him, as if he was hit by a truck, sudden twisting in his stomach, piercing pain in his lower back, his shoulder and neck filled with wounds, around the cuts and dried blood turned blue.

When he stood up, he fell, his legs became jelly and he sat back, ignoring the pain in his asshole, the disgusting feeling of the liquid still inside, half dry.

He felt disgusted, he was actually nauseous, staring at the window facing another tall building on the opposite side. When he felt ready, he got up to the bathroom cleaning himself, cleaning the inside of himself, he wasn't a pro but it wasn't hard to figure out how.

Before he put his clothes back on, he took a Nexium capsule out of the pocket for his stomach pain, to prepare his stomach for an advil he deeply needs.

He left walking till he found a pharmacy to buy advil, then a store to buy his Forman cigarettes.

He stopped at the road, before lighting the cigarette he praised himself for how strong he is to be able to walk that much, then he remembered the reason for why he feels so tired, he remembered every single detail that happened last night.

He smoked his cigarette silently before stopping a taxi.

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AN/ happy new year, guys!

Alot have happened the past month, I had to move to another city, and currently searching for a job to support myself, once I'm back on feet again, I'll pamper you with many chapters.