⋆ Tomtord Oneshots ⋆

Heat

Here's another dom Tord oneshot :00

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Heat sucks.

Tom certainly knew that as a fact. Not many people experienced those animal like tendencies, but Tom was part of the rare few. But lucky for him, it was often a sort of one-and-done situation. He had a monster form that was a result of many experiments and tests. Apparently it was because of his dna being so compatible with a monster serum, but Tom figured no one would ever bother to explain why or how.

Because of it, he had to stay in a certain Red Army Base. Which he was fine with doing, although he'd never admit that.

Tord was there, the main reason why he never really tried to escape his containment. He was his boyfriend, and the only person that Tom would ever bother to listen to. Everyone else was kind of an asshole, although to be honest Tord was one too.

More often than not, though, he would stick to being somewhat obedient. Things were just much easier that way.

But he did have his limits, and sometimes Tord was the only thing that could console him when they were pushed.

Like now.

He was sitting in the meeting room, half listening to the indistinct arguing of Paul and Pat.

"NO, DIMWIT! CAT'S ARE OBVIOUSLY BETTER! AT LEAST THEY KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEMSELVES ON THEIR OWN!" Paul yelled, his arms crossed as he stared but at the taller male.

Pat mimicked him, his hands resting on his hips. "DOGS CARE ABOUT YOU, STUPID! CAT'S DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXISIT! ALL THEY DO IS LAZE AROUND AND EAT!" He screeched back.

Both had seemingly forgot that Tom was in the room, which was fine with him. He just sat there, head in his hands as he waited for everyone else to show up. Paul and Pat had dragged him here about 20 minutes too early for their next meeting.

To be completely honest, he was just waiting for Tord. He liked to be around him, even in situations when they couldn't exactly communicate.

Hey, so what if he was clingy.

Out of nowhere, Tom's head began race with thoughts of Tord. It was more than usual - yes, much more. He was fantasizing, waiting for the very moment he could be around him. He needed him here. Needed his scent, needed to feel their bodies pressed together. And most importantly, he needed his di-

Fuuuuuck. Tom knew immediately what was happening. His skin was tingling all over, a usual sign that he was about to change forms. He knew it was coming soon. Heat followed a pattern, and was never that much of a surprise. Hence why he'd already had the time to nest and make some preparations. Still, though. This was surprisingly early.

He knew he needed to get out of here before anything was obvious. Paul and Pat knew about him being a monster. He'd attempted to eat them many times, so it was only natural. But he never really told anyway besides Tord about his heats.

He slowly stood up, his vision getting blurry and his legs exceptionally shaky. "I-I forgot to grab a pen. I'll be r-right back." He mumbled, his voice cracking slightly. He sped out the door, not making eye contact with Paul or Pat.

Pat looked over at his comrade. "...Should we tell him that he's holding one?"

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Tom walked as fast as he could to Tord's room. He wanted to run, but he didn't trust his legs right now and definitely didn't want to raise suspicion. Soon enough, he reached his destination. Slamming the door shut behind him as he began to change form. No longer could he suppress his bodies needs.