Touch me like you Mean it

Good at Goodbyes

Summary:"We were never meant to be together." When fate makes you a match, what can you do to walk away from it?

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Notes:This work contains swear words and some lose moral senses. If you can't take that, please don't read it. NO RAPE OR DUB-CON though.

You were warned. The tags are there because all of them are applicable. It's a complete smut between Mean and Plan. Don't read if you are uncomfortable with that too. 

Now, if you are still here, then,Enjoy. x

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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"Can you stop sniffing me? I am all right!" Plan hissed, his body heating up wherever the alpha was touching him.

His words fell in deaf ears. Warm lips touched his jaw line, neck, throat, everywhere. Plan could feel his stomach rolling with fluttering waves. He pushed at the alpha's chest, a whimper falling from his lips when the alpha growled, telling him to stay put.

"Mean!" Plan hissed, voice thick with tension and urgency.

"Why did he touch you?" The alpha sounded frustrated, his hands touching Plan's back, up and down, up and down. Plan's shirt rode up, revealing dimples on his back, the alpha's hands touched those, squeezing his hips and pulling Plan closer, nearer.

Plan arched his back, feeling how his abdomen was fluttering with anticipation, few more seconds, and he would give out slick. He would hate himself if he let Mean smell him like that.

No!

"He just hugged me," Plan said, shoving Mean away a little to match Mean's eyes with his glare, "besides who the fuck are you to ask me that?"

Mean stared at him, his eyes wild with anger and pain. So much pain. Those arms around Plan flexed, pulling him closer and pressing him against that broad chest. Plan could feel his omega awakening in him. The alpha giving off his own pheromones that consumed Plan's omega self.

Plan's body trembled, the proximity getting to him. He pushed at Mean's chest again, craning his neck sideways to escape the alpha's lips.

"I am your alpha," Mean said, voice thick with the alpha timbre, "your mated one."

Plan shook his head, trying to squash the shiver that ran through his veins away, "no. Never. I don't accept you. I don't accept the bond. I never did. It was an accident. You are not my alpha. You are not the one I chose. No!"

The mark on his neck throbbed, paining, telling him his alpha was in pain but Plan would not give up just because Mean was hurting. Mean was not his alpha.

Mean leaned forward, nosing the mark, no, not the mark. Plan did not call it a mark. It was a scar. It was just a scar to him. Nothing else.

"Mean," Plan wailed almost when Mean licked the mark, the saliva sizzling on the scar, his body trembling with heat. Plan hated his biology.

"Don't let him touch you," Mean said, his voice urgent, pained, angry.

Plan shook his head, trying to push the alpha away, "what? Now you'll decide who comes closer to me? I'm not your property, you moron!"

Mean closed his eyes, the growl that tore through his throat was enough to shake Plan to his core. The omega clutched the alpha's shirt, wide eyes staring up at the man in front of him.