Little Lamb

His

Louis' plans for his Tuesday evening was to pop into the newly opened book store in town before picking up his miscellaneous groceries. Working for eighteen hours at Hybrid Biochem Laboratory for the other six days has forced Louis to claim twenty-four hours as his isolation time. Marching between microscopes and refrigerated chambers are few of his duties as the lab's only employee with degrees in physiology and pathology.

He is most grateful for his education and fortune in finding a job so soon after graduation, especially with his Omega status.

No one was around to pull the right strings in his name or do favours on his behalf. Louis had to work more earnestly than merely at his best to get himself where he is when equality laws were only recently passed so Alphas, Betas and Omegas are treated fairly in all regards. He was not part of the protests or strikes but he supported the cause during his college career for as long as he could.

On his way out in pyjamas and his boots, Louis pauses in locking up his flat when his phone rings in his hand. Promptly hooking the device between his shoulder and ear, Louis starts towards the elevators.

"Yeah?" He recognised the caller ID after a glimpse and was already smiling to himself like a loon, waving briefly at his neighbour on his way out.

A voice like wretched silk painted red by passion reaches him through the speaker. Louis was wrapped up in the same silk, paralysed by its sultry edge although husky in its speech when first hearing it. "Heading out, little lamb?"

Louis jabbed the button on a steel panel until it lit up. "How do you always know?"

"I'm your Alpha." The doors parted smoothly on its ageing rails and there Harry stood in all his brooding glory, smirking knowingly at Louis. He hangs up and extends his arm so Louis can accept, the most profound characteristic of an Alpha – shockingly pointed canines – coming into view. "It's my duty and pleasure to know everything about you."

"Well if that description doesn't resemble a stalker." Louis pockets his phone and takes the arm held out for him, fingers encircling an unmistakably muscular forearm.

He squeaks when he's gently tugged away from the closing doors and into the moving car, grinning bashfully when Harry's lips find his forehead. As always Louis finds his home against Harry's heartbeat and slips his own arms under the man's coat.

Harry cared for him, deeply even, but did not love him. Incapable of the emotion as he'd claimed, the Alpha was hostile in all aspects of his life. He had been with many Omegas before Louis and it's the only habit of his that's changed. Monogamy should have been unappealing and in the days when Louis had more things to worry about than his own self-worth, he imagined Harry gallivanting about with those more experienced than he was. Such an obscene thought was banished when Harry answered the question simply but shockingly serious. He vowed that there is no other person, dead or alive, for him.

"Now, lamb", Harry leaned in close to Louis' breathless lips and claimed his greeting kiss with more vigour and thrill than is appropriate for the public, "Do you think I will go another night without your sweet taste?"

Louis' lips parted when they're coated in Harry's mint traces. "H-How was your trip then?"

His Alpha didn't look smug the way most do when they get an Omega all hot and bothered. With dexterous and fluid movements, Harry lifted Louis into straddling his hips while they stood as an island. Pride did peek out from behind the mismatched crystals that Harry's eyes resembled when he got his Omega to giggle.

"You swore to come with me when I leave for Switzerland." Harry let his hands grip the thighs wrapped around him. He could smell minimal arousal from his lover and it pleased him to know Louis was not like the rest who looked only below his waist.