Alpha ~ Omega

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Everything went so wrong....

Everything went so right.

Bodies grinding against each other in the moment of heat and passion. Eyes glowing in hunger, the two craving each other's touch. Lips gently grazing against their skin. Hands finding their way, like a man finding his way out of an easy maze. Their breath smelling of alcohol.

Damian awoke with arms wrapped around him, warmth surrounded him and he didn't want to leave but the nagging sick feeling in stomach made him bolt to the bathroom the was near by. Throwing up everything that was in his stomach that was in stomach from the day before, his vision was hazy. Images of the night before flashed in his head.

Laying his head on his arm, he couldn't believe what he did last night. He had sex with his best friend. Glancing into the room next to him he sees Jon passed out on the bed, lightly snoring.

No matter how much he was wanting to stay he knew he had to get home. He gets up off the floor and then starts to get dressed, the pounding in his head doesn't cease. He slowly makes his way out of the room and then downstairs, he gets outside and walks to his motorcycle.

He knew he probably shouldn't be driving but he just wanted to get home. He was feeling like total crap. Starting up his motorcycle he puts on his helmet and drives out of the driveway, heading home. Once arriving at the Wayne Manor Alfred had opened up the gates letting him inside. He parks it and then gets off, stumbling a little in the process.

The pounding in his head intensifies as Alfred goes to greet him. "Good Morning, Master Damian."

Damian leans on his bike for support, his body starting to shake. The feeling of bile rising in his throat causes him to stop leaning on his bike and turn away from Alfred. Everything that soon came up was just stomach acid and a little bit of the water he had drank the night before.

Alfred notices the boys pale expression and eyes that soon started to glow, he grabs Damian's arm and puts it over his shoulder. Getting him inside was a little easier than he thought considering the fact that Alfred knew he was hung over.

Alfred helps him upstairs to his room and says as Damian lays on his bed, "Get some rest Master Damian, your father will be home in a few hours."

Damian knew that his father was probably angry with him for not telling him he wouldn't be coming home last night but he wasn't to worried about it. He's done worse things. Sighing he crawls under the covers and lays his head on the pillow, taking in a deep breath. He could still smell Jon on him. When he got back up he'd be taking a shower and throwing his clothes in the washer.

Sleep was calling and dreams welcomed him.

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After a few hours Damian woke up feeling better than the first time he'd woken up that day, he felt more refreshed. He sits up and looks at his beside table, seeing two little pills and a glass of water. He takes the two pills and then gulps down a couple of sips of water. Setting it down he makes a mental note that Alfred must have left them for him.

He looks at his cellphone and sees that he had a few missed calls s unopened texts from Jon. He set it back down and lets out a groan as he falls back on the bed. He knew he was acting like a total child but he didn't care, for once in his life he wanted to be the one who acted that way.

Getting off his bed he heads into his bathroom, his body aching a little. He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it to the floor. Lifting his head he turns and glances at himself in the mirror. There are bite marks on his shoulders near his neck and there are a few hickeys on his neck. "Kent really got me good..."