MINE

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so I know I'm lame and I haven't updated in five years but I have this super long one-shot to make up for it???

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Mitch wakes up to soft whimpering and strong arms lifting him up. He immediately curls into the arms, feeling a sense of safety. Scott. Mitch smiles slightly without opening his eyes at the thought of his Alpha, and nuzzles his shoulder gently. He doesn't know where Scott is taking him, but he couldn't care less. As long as Scott was there by his side, he was alright.

Scott sits down and holds Mitch close to his chest. The Omega snuggles closer to him, almost falling asleep again until he feels warm water falling onto his skin. Mitch opens his eyes and sleepily blinks as he tries to wake himself up. "Alpha?" he mumbles, subconsciously scooting closer and then realizing that they're both still fully clothed. "Yeah, baby?" Mitch is too tired to notice the tears in his Alpha's voice. "Why are we in the shower with our clothes on?" he asks sleepily, resting his head on Scott's shoulder.

A sniffle finally wakes him up. He lifts his head up and opens his eyes, looking up at Scott. A frown immediately forms on his lips as he sees Scott's tears. "Alpha... what happened?" he asks gently, reaching his hand up to gently brush away a tear. Scott doesn't answer, closing his eyes against his tears and nuzzling against Mitch's gentle hand. Mitch frowns more, noticing the bruises that litter his Alpha's skin. "What happened?" he repeats softly, and Scott lets his tears fall faster, holding Mitch tighter. Mitch sighs, letting him, and reaches up to gently run his fingers through Scott's hair. He ignores how unpleasant his wet clothing is as it sticks to his skin, focusing on making Scott better. It's his job, after all.

"Come on, Alpha. I need to take off your shirt so it's not too soaked," Mitch murmurs, starting to lift the clothing off. Scott appears to panic for a second and he frantically shakes his head. "No." The word comes out as a whimper. Mitch frowns, continuing to lift the shirt. "You're beautiful, Alpha," he murmurs comfortingly. Scott lets out another whimper, but gives up, and keeps his gaze trained on the floor. Mitch continues lifting the shirt off and carefully gets up to drape it over the top of the shower, not looking at Scott. The Alpha himself wraps his arms around his stomach as soon as his shirt's gone, still not meeting Mitch's eyes.

The Omega turns around and sits back down on Scott's lap, but freezes. Scott knows exactly what he's looking at and doesn't look up, trying to concentrate on the feeling of the water down his back instead of the smell of horror from his Omega. "Oh my God," Mitch breathes out, reaching out to trace the word written in Scott's own blood. "Who did this to you?" Scott lets out a small sob, leaning forward to hide his face in Mitch's neck. The Omega lets him and slowly wraps his arms around him, swallowing the lump in his throat and trying to comfort his Alpha. "Who did this to you?" he repeats softly, frowning at more bruises on his back and carefully avoiding them as he rubs comforting circles. Scott doesn't answer, clinging desperately to his Omega as he sobs quietly. His tears mix with the shower water, disappearing down the drain.

Mitch comforts him as best he can until he eventually decides they could do this when they're not under a constant stream of heated water. "Alpha, we should get out," he murmurs quietly, and Scott sniffles, getting up. Mitch follows suit, opening the shower door and stepping out. He grabs a soft towel and stands on his tiptoes to wrap it around Scott's shoulders, then grabs another one for himself. Scott keeps his gaze on the floor and lets Mitch dry him off once he had finished with himself, gently tugging his pants off to get him something clean and dry to wear.

As soon as he's dressed again, Mitch takes his hand and leads him out to their bedroom, sitting down in the bed and looking up at Scott as he waits for the Alpha to do the same. Scott tries to sit down, but makes a small pained noise, and lays down on his side to rest his head in Mitch's lap. He closes his eyes against a fresh stream of tears, turning over on his other side to hide his face in Mitch's stomach. The Omega frowns, his heart breaking, and gently runs his fingers through Scott's hair. "Shh. It's okay, sir. I'm here. I got you," he murmurs softly, running his free hand along Scott's side. "M-M-Mitchie," Scott whimpers quietly, and Mitch nods, his heart breaking a bit more. "Yes, honey. It's me. I'm here. I love you." Scott looks up at him and whimpers again, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees to crawl forward and therefore force Mitch to lay down. Mitch stares up at him, his hand resting on his chest. "What are you doing?" he asks softly, but Scott doesn't answer, carefully lowering himself down and resting his head on Mitch's chest. Mitch can't help but smile slightly, wrapping his arms around him and gently rubbing circles on his back. He must've accidentally brushed a bruise, because Scott yelps loudly and jumps, but doesn't move off of him. Mitch starts to apologize. "Oh my God, Alpha, I'm so sorry—"

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