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9; kisses

"Hey, do you guys mind if I crash at your place? I'd like some alone time with your slut," Scott said with a smirk, even as he traced the words "I'm sorry" into Mitch's thigh. Mitch flinched slightly, but he reassured himself that Scott didn't mean it and he was only trying to get his Alphas to trust him.

Bryce chuckled and nodded, taking a swig from his beer. "Sure. Luke will give you his bedroom. Won't you, Luke?"

"Why do I have to do it?" Luke whined, but Bryce just rolled his eyes.

"You get to fuck Mitch alone tomorrow," he bargained, and immediately, Luke's face lit up with a smirk.

"Deal."

Bryce rolled his eyes again, but he turned to smirk slightly at Scott. "Go ahead. Luke's room is up the stairs, second door on the left." Scott nodded and thanked him, then he pushed Mitch off of his lap so he could stand. Mitch yelped quietly as he fell, and Scott did his best to hide the apologetic glance he sent to him before he led Mitch up to Luke's room.

As soon as the door was safely closed and locked, Scott grabbed Mitch in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, burying his face in Mitch's hair.

Mitch ignored the pain flaring up throughout his whole body and hugged Scott back, sniffling quietly. "I missed you, sir," he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost like he was afraid to say it.

Scott sighed shakily and murmured a small, "I missed you too," into Mitch's hair, unable to bring himself to pull away. Mitch blinked away the tears forming in his eyes and hid his face in Scott's chest, craving his touch.

It took a few moments, but eventually, Scott pulled back just enough to fret over Mitch. "Are you okay? They haven't hurt you too badly, have they?"

"It's nothing I'm not used to, sir. I'm okay."

"But you shouldn't be used to it. I'm so, so sorry I hit you, baby. I just- I had to make it believable."

"It's okay, sir. I understand."

Scott bit his lip and sat down on the bed, pulling Mitch into his lap again. Mitch tensed at first, but he quickly relaxed and curled up against Scott's chest, resting his head on his shoulder. "Sir?" he whispered, scrunching Scott's shirt in between his fingers.

"Yes, darling?" Scott whispered back, his arms not once moving from their position around Mitch's small body.

Mitch was quiet for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was even quieter than it was before. "You're not really going to use me, are you?"

"Of course not, princess."

"Do... Do you not want me, sir?"

"Of course I want you, Mitchy, but I'm not going to do anything unless you give consent. I'm nothing like your Alphas."

"O-Oh. I just-... I-..." Mitch paused as he tried to sort out his thoughts. "Are you really going to get me out of here, sir?" he whispered eventually, almost afraid to ask.

Scott nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I'm going to get you out of here, and maybe we could be together officially if you want." Mitch blushed at the thought, and for a moment he allowed himself to get lost in the fantasy; every morning, he would wake up in Scott's arms, not a bruise or a scratch on his body. Scott's Mark would be on his neck, so Scott would wake up too, and he'd smile lovingly down at Mitch and give him a morning kiss. They would go downstairs and eat breakfast together, and Scott would leave for work. Mitch would sadly wait for Scott's return, and as soon as he did, they'd have consensual sex and cuddle together until they both fell asleep. Mitch had to admit, it sounded nice. Perfect.

"I would like that," Mitch whispered shyly, peeking up at Scott. "B-But, if you don't mind me asking, h-how? How are you going to get me out of here?"

"I took a video of them tonight. It showed their faces and that they were hitting you with a whip. I can send that in to the police and prove they're abusing you."

"What if they say that you helped?"

"They won't. Trust me, angel. And besides, even if they somehow manage to throw me in jail too, I can pay the bail. It'll be okay."

Mitch sighed shakily and nodded, pulling Scott's arms tighter around his body. "Do you really love me back?" he asked timidly.

Scott allowed a small smile to form on his lips, and he tilted Mitch's head up so the smaller boy had to meet his eyes. "More than anything. And while I'm not going to use you, I wouldn't mind a little kissing, if it's okay with you..."

Mitch blushed and bit his lip, but he slowly nodded. "Of course, sir," he whispered, peering up at Scott through his eyelashes.

Scott didn't need any more encouragement. He slowly laid Mitch down on the bed and kissed him gently. Mitch melted into the kiss and allowed his eyes to slip closed, his arms finding their way around Scott's neck to keep him from pulling away. Scott let his hands trail down Mitch's body, and they eventually came to rest on his love handles, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into his skin. Mitch couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious underneath him, since his body hardly covered while Scott was still fully clothed, but his inhibitions melted away when Scott tentatively licked along Mitch's bottom lip to ask for entrance. He granted it with barely a second thought, and Scott slipped his tongue into Mitch's mouth instantly.

Mitch let out a soft moan into the kiss as Scott explored, and Scott had to keep his eyes from darkening at the sound of it, not wanting to scare the small boy underneath him. Slowly, Scott pulled away, but he didn't go far. He trailed kisses down Mitch's jaw and neck, carefully pushing his legs apart with his knee. Mitch kept his arms around Scott's shoulders, practically hugging him as his breathing quickened. "You okay?" Scott murmured against his skin, feeling Mitch's heart begin to race.

Mitch nodded slightly without opening his eyes, only managing to breathe out a soft, "Y-Yes, sir." Scott smirked slightly and moved down Mitch's body, and Mitch let out a small squeak when he felt Scott's lips around his nipple. Scott nibbled gently and tweaked the other one with his fingers, eliciting a gasp from the Omega underneath him.

Eventually, Scott moved down farther, peppering Mitch's stomach with kisses. Mitch instinctively pushed him away, and at first, Scott was worried he'd hurt him until he realized that Mitch was hiding his giggles. "Are you ticklish?" he asked quietly, pressing his and Mitch's foreheads together so Mitch had no choice but to meet his eyes.

Mitch blushed and bit his lip. "N-No..."

Scott grinned triumphantly and pulled away, sitting back on Mitch's thighs. "You totally are."

Mitch shook his head frantically and stared up at Scott with pleading eyes. "No, sir, I'm not—"

He cut off with a loud shriek as Scott began tickling him mercilessly, followed soon after with laughter. "S-Stop! Please!" Mitch cried, but Scott was relentless, a wide grin on his lips as he listened to the adorable sound. Mitch laughed so hard tears formed in his eyes, and he tried weakly to push him away. "Sir, please stop!"

"But your laugh is so cute."

"Stop it!" Mitch cried again, but this time it sounded more like a sob, and his tears had begun to flow.

Instantly, Scott stopped, and he peppered Mitch's face with apologetic kisses. "I'm so sorry, baby, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, please forgive me," he rambled, but Mitch just giggled breathlessly and shook his head, his tears slowly stopping as the pain faded away.

"It's okay, sir. I know it was an accident."

Scott breathed a soft sigh of relief and bent to kiss him a final time before he lay down beside him. "Do you think your Alphas heard?" he asked quietly, worriedly glancing back at the door.

Mitch shook his head and crawled into Scott's arms, nuzzling his face in his neck. "No, sir. They're probably passed out by now. Besides, even if they did hear, they probably mistook it for screams of pain," he murmured, his eyes slipping closed.

Scott smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around him, pulling the covers over them. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, sir. Goodnight."