The Series: myct one-shot [COMPLETED]

Rinsing off [SMUT]

Hi! Even with all the reading, I still might get some things wrong, so sorry about that. The requester has honestly fed my ego to the maximum and now I am basically shaking with energy even after five or so hours later. So any confusing sentences is probably that. Enjoy the chapter!

Everywhere it was Alpha and Omega and until a few weeks ago I didn't even realise Betas were a thing so as I'm known to I'm gonna spice things up >B^

Beta: Dream

Omega: George

George awoke to the sound of water running. He was at peace with the world, just him, a warm bed, and the sunlight. He shifted to a more comfortable position on his back, letting loose a stifled sigh as he stretched, it felt like he hasn't breathed in years, that sigh felt amazingly fulfilling. Unfortunately for George, just as soon as the innocence started, it ended, the similar arching pain in his abdomen returning. He moaned under his breath, annoyed such a good start of the morning had been ruined. He blindly touched to the side of him, his husband gone.

Clutching his waist George threw his legs over the bed, mindlessly stumbling over to the kitchen, scanning every shelf and counter for his heat pills. With a leap of faith, he straightened his back, at first the pain was bearable enough to open the cabinets in front of him and find a white pill tub with a red label. As he began to reach a spare like pain shot through him, he groaned, crouching down and rubbing his stomach. "Babe!"

The water turned off after a few seconds and George could hear his husband's voice shouting outwards, muffled by the closed door: "You're awake?"

"Yeah! I can't reach my medication!" George yelled back.

"Why not?" Dream stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking out into the short corridor, the cold air hit him, making him shiver, George does as well.

"It hurts!" George groaned he tightened his grip around his body, turning to easy pain with more pain.

Dream stopped moving for a second, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Ever since their honeymoon, the two shared emotions and pain, pinpointing where the other is. Sometimes Dream regretted going through with the marking, he hated pain and being Beta he never really had to experience the pain of heats. But now he gets small hints of pain every time he is close enough to George. Dream began walking again, reaching up to the cabinet and grabbing the tub, taking off the lid and looking inside.

"O oh..." Dream muttered, placing the empty house of pills near the sink, moving to crouch next to George.

"None left?" George asked, leaning into Dream's shoulder, sighing lowly.

"'M sorry..." Dream whispered, sitting down on the kitchen towels, hissing at the sudden harsh coldness that met his skin. The older boy turned around to face him and sat in between his legs, leaning against his chest, letting his frustrations out by digging his nails into his own arms.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, with the younger of the two gently rubbing circles into the other's wrists. He knew it soothed George's nerves, and even though George wasn't necessarily angry, he was comforted by it anyways. Letting go of his arms and putting them out to the world to see.

"You should get back to taking a shower..." George said, sitting upright, trying his best to ignore the pain, he just wanted to be cuddling up to Dream in bed, watching Netflix and every time the pain got worse Dream would whisper encouraging words to him.