I'm dead without you (omegaverse)

The scent of lily of the valley, violets and honeysuckles.

Dorian sat in the car and followed the back of his red-haired husband as Finian disappeared through the doors of Stansted Airport. He sighed deeply and started driving again.

He wanted to go with him. To get as far away from all the problems as possible and to be with his beloved family. But he got it, Finian felt that he needed to be for himself and wanted to go alone. Dorian understood him; he didn't want to be with himself either. The anxiety was almost overwhelming, but he had no right to lose himself to self-pity. This was his mess, and it was up to him to take care of it.

Dorian drove along M11 towards Islington, where his office was located. From the speakers one of his favorite band 'Infected Mushroom' played, he thought the music could distract him by thinking of something else. Something other than Finian's sad look when they had parted and that insanely sexy dream. The image of the Asian man never really left his thoughts. But during the 1,5-hour drive, the dream repeated itself over and over again. And when Dorian parked the car in the garage, he was exhausted.

Like in a daze he walked over the empty parking lots to the elevators, it was a Saturday, and the weather was beautiful, so he was the only one there. As he went up in the elevator, he looked at his watch. 16:30. Finian's plane would arrive in 30 minutes. He had promised to call Dorian as soon as he arrived in Kerry. Dorian missed him already.

The blond-haired man put his hands in the pockets of the black leather jacket he wore and stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor. It was as if he stepped into a thick fog made of pheromones. Dorian stumbled back, but the elevator door had already closed behind him. So, he pressed his body against the closed door, paralyzed by the alluring and sweet scent that filled him with overwhelming desires, but it also calmed his confused thoughts a bit.

The scents of lily of the valley, violets, and honeysuckle were everywhere, and he held his hand over his nose and mouth in an attempt to stop the pheromones from affecting him. But to no avail and he felt how he was getting hotter in his body by the seconds, like a sudden fever. He had goosebumps on his arms, and a shiver went through his entire body.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, remembering that Elliot had met Shiro Nakamura there just a few hours earlier.

How the hell could he have forgotten that? Dorian panicked; he felt he was losing control of himself, and he just wanted to getaway. Away from that beautiful scent that made him feel so good. So, Dorian fled toward his office with his hand still over his nose. There he would be protected, and from there, he could call someone and ask for help.

But Dorian got a shock when he opened the door to his office and fell helplessly to his knees. It was as if he ran straight into a wall of pheromones. He was trembling and breathing heavily. Lust took over his body completely. Like a dog, he smelled along the floor. The scent only got stronger the closer he got to the desk, and right by his chair, it was as if the omega himself was waiting for him.

Dorian had no control over his actions as he lay over the place where Shiro Nakamura had only been lying a few hours before, breathing in the omega's scent.

He had become aroused, and it hurt inside his pants. It was just too painfully tight down there. He pulled down the zipper of the jeans and the black boxers. His rock-hard cock leaked from the pre-cum, and when he took it in his hand, he moaned with pleasure and bit his lower lip.

There on the floor of his office lay Dorian McCallister, Prime-Alpha, CEO, husband, and father of two, and he was masturbating like a teenage boy to the scent of an omega he had never even talked to. But none of that mattered to him. All he felt was a desire to be close to his fated pair. He wanted to be one with the omega, to release his seed in him.