ABO?-Logince/Moxiety

Chapter 8:This shit again

Virgil sat next to Patton on the couch, holding a bowl of popcorn. Logan had been in heat for nearly a week and a half so far. Patton had made Virgil blow out all of the candles because of 'fire hazards' or whatever, so a thick blanket of Logan's scent had engulfed their apartment. While neither of them had acted up yet, that didn't stop Virgil from worrying, so he and Patton had been taking up residency in the living room so they could avoid going down the hall as much as possible. They'd set up a little blanket fort to sleep in and had been watching documentaries about omega related things (heats, mating, ect.) to pass the time.

Patton took the bowl and frowned. "You burnt some!"
Virgil shrugged. "Oh well."
"We won't be able to get the smell out for-" He looked at Virgil. "You did this on purpose!"
Virgil pouted. "You made me blow out the candles. At least this will hide it some."
"Virgil!"
Virgil groaned. "What if his scent gets stronger?! We don't know what will happen!"
"Remember the show we watched yesterday?"
"That only had five test cases."
"Which proved-"
"Which suggest-"
"Which proved that alphas can resist omega scents when they're mated, regardless of the class they're mated to." Patton crossed his arms.
Virgil sighed. "It tastes better burnt anyway."
Patton shook his head and leaned against Virgil. "I know you're worried sweetie, but we've been doing good, and his heat should be over soon. We don't need all these extra precautions."
"No harm done in being careful." Virgil shrugged.
Patton shook his head again and started a random documentary. "We still haven't talked about what to do with them."
"Do we need to?"
"I think so, yeah. I know how you felt about it, but I feel like omegas have it really hard..."
Virgil scoffed. "Hard enough to justify lying?"
"Maybe. Logan said he was trying to get out of caretaking, but what other jobs can omegas even have?"
"Maybe that was a lie too Patton, we don't know!"
"And we didn't want any omegas because of stereotypes that clearly don't apply to Logan! We were completely discriminating."
Virgil pulled a face. "Uh, no. Omegas are work."
"Logan hasn't been any work." Patton sat up and looked at Virgil. "That's a classist statement."
Virgil paused the show. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. There are legitimate, scientific differences between omegas and alphas!"
"And is one of those how much work they are?"
"Yes!" Virgil exclaimed. "And isn't there still the possibility Logan was changing to beta or something? Maybe he just acts more beta."
Patton frowned. "V, think about it. You even said they're good roommates!"
"Yeah, before I knew what having them fuck in our guest bedroom for a week and a half with no end in sight felt like. Don't they have to do this like every month?"
"It's different for different omegas and you know it." Patton crossed his arms.
"So what? I'm not having them live here Pat. They lie and fuck."
"And pay rent on time! And pay for food! And don't bother us and and are quiet!" Patton pouted.
Virgil narrowed his eyes. "Uh uh. You are not pouting your way out of this one mister. I won't allow it. Your conscience is going to get us killed."
"They won't kill us." Patton groaned. "Fine. We'll revisit it when they've had a chance to explain themselves."
"How will we be able to believe anything they say?"
"Because they're good people, and sometimes good people are worth trusting V."
Virgil shook his head. "You watch too many movies."
Patton pouted again. "Whatever." He resumed the show.
Virgil sighed and draped his arm over Patton's shoulders. "If it means that much to you, sure. But they're not staying Pat, I have to put my foot down."
Patton shrugged, continuing to watch the tv.
"I just don't want us to get hurt, okay?"
Patton didn't respond.
"I mean, Roman growls at strangers and Logan takes drugs, they're probably definitely dangerous, we should have seen it sooner."
"Medical drugs." Patton grumbled.
"Still. Opioids are medical, that doesn't mean I'm poppin' 'em every night."
"Prescription drugs Virgil, for God's sake!" Patton snapped.
Virgil bit his lip and stayed quiet, for a moment. "Sorry. You're right, there's no way he gets high off of hormone drugs. Nevermind on that part."
Patton shrugged and sunk into the couch, eyes fixed on the screen. "We'll talk about it when he's done with his heat."
Virgil swallowed thickly. There wouldn't be any 'talking about it', not when Patton was so dead set on them staying. Virgil would just have to accept the fact he'd be living with ex-cons until Patton changed his mind. Patton rarely insisted on anything, at least not like this, and Virgil couldn't stand any conflict in their relationship. Besides, if it was what made Patton happy....

Well, that just might be worth getting murdered for.