Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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"Why is it so fucking hot in here?"

"What the hell are you talking about Arthit? The air conditioning is in full blast."

"Obviously not, otherwise why would I be sweating like a pig?"

"Maybe you had too much to drink?"

"I haven't even finished my first one yet."

"Hmmm...perhaps you are falling sick or something?"

Arthit frowned at Bright's words. Was he sick? He didn't think so. He felt fine actually. More than fine. He felt alive.

And yet hot. So, so, so hot.

He tugged at the tie around his neck. Feeling uncomfortably scratchy in his fitted suit like it was trying to contain all this energy he had inside him dying to get unleashed, throwing grumpy looks at any and all people deigning to venture within five feet of his radius while his overheating body was embroiled in lava.

Why the fuck was is it so bloody hot?

Arthit looked around the over stuffed ballroom filled with suited snobs, rolling his eyes at all the bootlicking and ass-kissing currently going on all around him. Rather expected though when the who's who of the publishing world were all under one roof. The biggest and the most famous authors making their way around the large party, getting schmoozed by one too many people.

Obviously, more than one person had tried their luck at striking a conversation with him too. People who were too new in the industry to have discovered how little bullshit Arthit could bear. But even to the ones uninitiated to his non-existing charm, he was famous for his snappy remarks and curt demeanor.

Maybe that is why a Beta like Arthit had quickly risen and commanded a position of power in a world dominated by Alphas. And he may have been stamped as the most asexual guy on the planet having been a 27 year old virgin, which by the way he was more than proud about. Openly mocking the omegas for being reduced to groveling horny wenches begging to be taken beyond their control whenever their ridiculous 'heat' hit them, or even worse the Alphas who behaved more like rabid dogs chasing the quintessential tail. And all the while those horny little fuckers were being sex obsessed guess who was working his butt off to climb to the position of becoming Editor-In-Chief for the largest publishing house in the country.

Our good ole resident virgin of course.

Oh, and speaking of being in heat, Arthit was still viciously grumbling about how inordinately hot the entire room had become.

"I'm going to go splash some water on my face."

Bright, who had already turned his attention to the young intern who was looking up at him with doe eyes, barely heard as Arthit discreetly made his way out of the bustling party, towards the washroom in the far end of the hallway. If only he could take out his coat he would feel better. Yeah, that was it. Shedding off the offending layer, Arthit leaned against walls, trying to hide in the shadows, until he could finally cool off. Clutching at the knot of the tie, he sucked in multiple deep breaths hopefully trying to curb this unexplained, strange little feeling that was building up in the pit of his stomach.

What the hell was going on?

He very obviously wasn't feeling sick. Just...weird.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back to rest against the wall, fantasizing about freeing his body from the claustrophobic hold of his grating clothes. If only he could strip away his shirt. The cool breeze of the night washing over his flushed skin. And perhaps, he could unclip that buckle. Push down those pants until he was free from all bindings. Maybe moist lips could trail a cooling path down his chest...

Woah, woah, woah. Where the fuck had that come from?

Lips? On his body? What?

A thought that had literally never ever crossed his brain. Ever.

Did he really just fantasize about stripping naked bang in the middle of his company party? And then took it to the next level with wanting someone's mouth on his body? When the hell did Arthit ever start getting such weird ass fantasies? Maybe he really is sick. Cause no way in hell was he actually horny. No way, Jose. The hardness of his dick was just a pure coincidence.

Yup. Nothing more at all.

The erect nipples didn't really mean anything of course. Nor did the trail of liquid running down his leg...

Wait, what?

What the fuck was that now? Why were his pants wet?

An instant panic set in within his chest as he automatically reached around his backside to softly dab at his bottom to find it very distinctly moist.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What the hell was going on?

Obviously freaking out at this unexpected turn of events, Arthit pressed his body further into the wall, wanting to hide away into oblivion until he could figure out what the hell was happening to him. And yet, right in the middle of his intense freak out, the overwhelming desire the strip down to his birthday suit was the thing confusing him the most. Having never experienced anything remotely like this before, Arthit almost involuntarily found his own hand travel down south as he rubbed his palm against his hardened penis, a sudden bolt of electricity racing up his spine.

And that is when it hit him.

The strong, intense scent that completely took over all his senses. Literally feeling his eyes roll back into his head as he inhaled deeply. Every fiber in his being screaming to run towards the source of that smell until it was near him, around him, consuming him.

Feet automatically walking once again down the hallway, in which direction he hadn't even comprehended yet. All he knew was he needed to desperately get to his destination. Who or what this elusive goal was, Arthit had no idea.

Turning the corner, the normally stoic, reserved man finally saw what was causing him to have such an overt reaction. A man dressed in a well-fitting black suit, stretched across broad shoulders as he leaned against the wall, softly talking on the phone, his back still facing Arthit.

Arthit frowned at the man. Clearly an Alpha. Clearly emitting his own particular scent that he seemed to have this inexplicable attraction towards. The scowl on his face getting even more pronounced when that annoying liquid began dripping down his leg even more.

Eyes looking at him up and down while Arthit tried to figure out what he was even doing here in this secluded part of the floor. Confusing racking his mind and body, almost allowing him to fight whatever urges were surging through him and turn around to walk away. Hopefully manage to find some sort of a safe haven until this...this feeling finally passes and he can be back to normal.

One of his foot about to rise to even try to make it a possibility, when the man in front of him suddenly raised a hand to rub against his neck while he continued his phone conversation.

The very next instant the man's peculiar scent permeated all around them. Arthit sniffing at it greedily all the while making his way towards the man still completely unaware of his presence.

The closer Arthit got to him, stronger his scent got, rendering most of his rational thought utterly useless as he found his hand reaching out and grabbing the man's elbow. Fingers closing around that firm hand when he swung around in surprise.

"P'Arthit?"

"Kongpob?"

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I know very little about Omegaverse.

If I mess something up please feel free to yell at me.

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