Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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"What can I say Arthit, I guess you are just a late bloomer."

"No, no, no, no, no, no...."

"Well, unfortunatetly, it's a yes."

"I can't be an omega. I just, I just can't."

"Oh c'mon stop being so dramatic now. It's really not that big a deal you know."

"What? Are you kidding me? I lost my freaking virginity in a hotel broom closet. There was stuff leaking out of my ass for god's sake. How the fuck is it not a big deal."

"Was the sex good atleast?"

"Ofcourse it was but that's not the freaking point. I don't want to be walking around getting horny beyond imagination that I beg to get fucked by the first alpha I come across."

"Just take a bunch of inhibitors. You can even take scent suppressors. Easy peasy."

Much easier said than done ofcourse, but as with all things Arthit, avoiding the uncomfortable parts of his personal life had become his specialty. If only he never ever spoke or even thought about this newly discovered information he would never really have to grapple with its effects. More than content in overloading himself with as many pills as it took to bottle up inner desires. Listening to the doctor's advice that probably once every couple of months he should lay off the meds to release some of the pent up frustration just to avoid exploding at the most unexpected of times. Shoving the well-meaning advice deep into the back of his mind, he used nearly all current brainpower to address the one bigger problem than finding out at the mature age of 27 that he was a freaking omega.

That he had gone ahead that slept with his arch nemesis. Worse still he was forced to see him every damn week while they worked together on his latest book.

And by the looks of it, he wasn't all that keen on the never ever talking about it part of the deal.

"How's that cute little ass doing P'? I hope I didn't stretch you too wide."

"Fuck you"

"Or better idea, how about I fuck you. I rather like you down on your knees in front of me."

And that was only their first meeting after that one fateful night. His annoying little grin making his face perfectly punchable as he continued his relentless teasing of Arthit every single time they were alone together. Atleast he hadn't gone around announcing to the world what he truly was.

Except two whole months later Kongpob was still not ready to drop the topic. In their weekly meetings where ideally they are supposed to go over the most current changes to the draft, the author burst into Arthit's office, standing in front of the large desk, with his hands of his waist, staring down at his editor.

"P' are we seriously not going to talk about it?"

"Nope."

"C'mon P', I won't even tease you anymore. We really need to talk about it."

"Nope."

"How can you not want to? You discovered you were an omega. You jumped my bones. We had sex. In a broom closet. How the fuck can we NOT talk about it."

"I'm aware of what transpired Kongpob. I was there remember."

"So...? Can we talk about it?"

"Nope."

"Uggghhh....P'!"

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Kongpob looked up from under hooded eyes as Arthit sat behind his large desk, his face never once looking up from the stack of papers he was currently going through.

How the hell could the man simply pretend to go back to normal as if nothing happened between them at all? Especially when supposedly the Alpha of that exchange, namely Kongpob, hadn't stopped thinking about them for a single solitary moment in the past two months. Infact there were times Kongpob could have sworn when he shut his eyes and thought back to that night he could taste that skin on his lips. His tongue tingling at the memory of sliding down that salty, sweaty neck bursting with pheromones that Kongpob couldn't get it out of his damn brain.

Just the thought of that night had his cock twitching once more. Arousal racing through his body while he bit down on his lower lip while discreetly observing the man who was actively trying to ignore him.

Shaking his head in frustration at having been so thoroughly blocked out from Arthit's head, Kongpob let out a sigh before lowering his head to read the updated changes in the draft Arthit had just swung his way.

The letters on the page looking like inconsequential ants crawling around as he could barely get himself to focus on the task at hand. Playing over and over scenarios in which he could manage to atleast get the man to open up about what he was thinking. His mind automatically going back to the feel of that supple skin under his fingers. The tightness of that ass as he rammed him over and over again. The twitching cock getting transformed into a full blown erection. Shifting a little in his chair on the other side of the desk, to adjust the tightening of his pants.

And as if his thoughts weren't already vivid enough, all of a sudden, his nose felt this odd sort of a tingle. A scent that he was now all too familiar with slowly wafting towards him.

Kongpob sniffed harder. Almost out of habit. The distinct smell of pheromones permeating through the air, seducing Kongpob without even trying. It wasn't until Kongpob took one long deep breath did he finally recognize the distinct smell of P'Arthit raising all his warning signals when he looked up to a sight that made his jaw drop right to the floor.

A transformed version of the man who was until very recently completely ignoring Kongpob's presence had all of a sudden climbed up on the desk separating them.

"What...what are you doing?"

Sweeping one long arm across the said table, he pushed aside every single obstacle in his way as Kongpob watched him slowly climb over the wooden piece of furniture on all fours. Slowly making his way towards him.

"What does it look like I am doing?"

Kongpob sat back deeper into his chair, in a useless little attempt to back away from the hungry look in Arthit's eyes as he stared at Kongpob like he wanted to eat him up.

"Please don't come any closer P'."

"But I thought you wanted to talk?"

Slowly and steadily Arthit crawled across the desk. Every sashay of his hips bringing him closer to the frantic author, who was both incredibly aroused at the mere sight of his meal crawling towards him, as well as insanely panicked that a few moments more of that smell getting infused into his senses and they would be right back to behaving like horny bunnies, humping each other to oblivion.

"We...we can talk with you staying on the other side of the table just fine."

"Why? Wouldn't you rather whisper in my ear exactly what you want to do to me?"

"Oh, no, no, no P', please don't tempt me."

By now Arthit had almost reached the end of the desk on Kongpob's side. Their faces barely a few inches away. Arthit's lips curving into a mischievous smile that spelled nothing but Kongpob's doom.

"But don't you think you first need to take responsibility for tempting me."

Kongpob let out a half pained, half aroused groan before Arthit reached out and grabbed his collar, jerking his head forward, smashing their mouths together as Kongpob immediately slipped his fingers through Arthit's silky strands. The rational part of the conversation officially coming to an end.