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Lucien was hiding somewhere in the tower. His scent wafted through the demiplane, bitter and spicy, just like the tiefling himself. They weren’t sure where he had disappeared to, only sure that he was still in the tower itself because of the aching smell that accompanied his presence. His usual scent was a mockery of Molly's, a spicy pepper with a sweet sticky cloying sugariness that drew you in until the heat scorched your senses. Now though, it was even more painful to smell. The undertones of Lucien’s scent were distressed and angry and it put the alphas in the tower on edge. 

…Maybe it was smart of him to hide. 

Cree had been quick to search for him, unable to find him. It made the alpha tabaxi vicious in her anger. It was inevitable for a fight to break out between the groups, stir-crazy from the raging storm outside and now Lucien's heat popping up suddenly. 

“He doesn't keep track of his cycles? Or carry suppressants like the rest of us?” 

Caleb isn't sure which one of his friends had asked the question testily, only that it started an entire new round of bickering that was dangerously close to ending with bloodshed. 

He sighs and leaves the salon where the groups had converged to try to find Lucien. There weren't many places for the omega to hide but he was craftier than the others gave him credit for. 

The scent of Lucien's distressed heat is thicker in the open airway of the tower. Caleb wrinkles his nose in displeasure as it clogs his throat, the taste of the tiefling's stress choking him. He tries to ignore his own reaction to the smell as he climbs his way higher to his own floor. His own hormones make Caleb want to search and tear the tower apart until he finds the man and puts an end to the omega's distressing pleas for help. 

Firstly, Lucien would rather claw out Caleb's throat before accepting any attempt at help. Even minor help like blankets or tea would just make the ornery man hiss and spit at him he figured. If Caleb were to even dare suggest touching him… well. Caleb knew better. 

The scent of Lucien's pheromones were stronger the higher Caleb rose in the tower and he frowned. Tugging his scarf up over his nose, he breathed in his own smell of wood smoke and ink. He searched every room on his floor twice to no avail. Lucien wasn't there. There was no denying that the man had been through his things though. 

The smell of him lingered in Caleb's bedroom and the wizard spotted the quilt at the end of his bed was missing. His armoire's doors hung open, hangers haphazardly strewn on the floor. Even his desk had been scavenged, drawers pulled open and left there. 

Caleb sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was no secret that Lucien had an eye for him. Whether that was from the previous tenant of his body or it was his own, Caleb hadn't yet been able to discern. 

This didn't simplify things either. 

Where had Lucien managed to hide? They needed to find him and fast before his heat progressed to the point where the tiefling was delirious and easily hurt. He was unbonded, his scent making every alpha in the tower desperate to find him to stop the painful pitiful smell of his hormones. Even his friends could be considered dangerous to him if they didn't sequester him to a floor where he could nest either alone or with another omega or beta there for comfort. 

Caleb needed to find him and soon. 

He frowned. There was only one more floor above his own and it was locked behind a pass code that the tiefling wouldn't be able to glean from his predecessor’s memories. If Lucien even had access to Mollymauk's memories. 

Still, the tiefling's scent is strongest here so Caleb mumbles the phrase that unlocks the floor of memories and ascends to it before slamming the access port closed once more. 

Once Caleb sets foot onto the floor, he is immediately hit with an overpowering wave of bitter cayenne and burnt molasses. He wrinkles his nose and resists the urge to gag. Lucien is definitely up here but he isn't sure how the tiefling managed it. 

Of all the places Lucien could manage to weasel his way into, Caleb really didn't want it to be here. 

Caleb sighs before pulling his scarf away from his nose. The scent is stronger without the knit fabric masking it partially, but Caleb would rather scent track the man than open each door to his past to see if he was hiding there. 

He circles the walkway, following the trail of Lucien's scent. It is less fragrant near the first few doors and for that Caleb is thankful. He doesn't want to find him hiding in his childhood bedroom or the academy. The next few doors smell stronger but are still too weak for the tiefling to be hiding behind. Again, Caleb is grateful. These doors hold the worst of his memories and his own scent sours. Before his mind can delve down into what's behind them, Lucien's scent reacts to Caleb's dour smell. It turns fearful, cloying in a way to placate the upset alpha nearby. 

Caleb chokes, willfully calming himself to avoid upsetting Lucien further. He follows the thick scent to the last door on the floor. The door that leads to an exact copy of the Nestled Nook. 

At least the man chose somewhere that was the least upsetting to hunker down in, even if it was somewhere Caleb would rather not have him. Caleb had no expectations of moving him, not now when his heat had hit so suddenly and forcefully. It was better actually that Lucien had managed to squirrel away somewhere that only Caleb knew the key for. Easier to keep the omega nonagon contained and keep him safe from the others. 

He decides knocking on the door is the safest option. The sound of his knuckles on the wood rings out harshly and Caleb winces. He doesn't hear anything on the other side and gently cracks open the door. The smell here is even more potent and miserable. He can taste Lucien's pain in the air and he shudders in sympathy. 

Stepping inside, Caleb doesn't immediately spot the tiefling. The bar area of the tavern is empty but the wizard can see where the tiefling has trounced through to get to wherever he's hidden himself. Chairs and tables have been pushed out of the way to make a clear path to the stairs, as if Lucien hadn't had the wherewithal to walk around them. Maybe in his panic he hadn't, Caleb considers. 

He begins to follow the mess before thinking ahead and diverting to the tavern's kitchen. While this locked floor of his is made from memories, the rooms inside are made replica to their real world counterparts. He's able to scrounge up something for the tiefling to eat. Caleb guessed that the thought of food wasn't high on Lucien's priority list at the moment for good reason. 

He piles rolls, crackers and jams onto a serving platter with dried meats and cheeses and fruits, all things that he knew Mollymauk had liked. He avoids putting any of the more sour things like olives or pickled beets on the plate, remembering the tiefling had a hatred of them. He wasn't sure if Lucien was the same but Caleb was willing to bet his good parchment that he was. 

Happy with the assortment, Caleb filled a stein with water and carried the procured items out from behind the bar. He rounded the counter to follow Lucien's smell up the stairs. His heart clenched when he realized that the scent was coming from the end of the hall. Lucien had unknowingly picked Mollymauk's room to hide out in. It was possible that it was subconscious, the man drawn to a place of comfort that his body remembered even if his mind did not. 

Caleb strolls up to the door cautiously. He shifts the stein in between his elbow and chest to knock on the door. Silence greets him, but he knows Lucien knows he's there. After a moment when Caleb's scent doesn't fade, the wizard hears a whimpered groan. 

“...Go away…” 

Lucien isn't even trying to draw back his emotions, scent thick and heavy in the air. It makes the voice in Caleb's head itch to fix it, to soothe the tiefling and protect him; help him through this despondent time. 

Caleb shakes his head. He isn't here for that. For all intent and purposes, he's here to make sure Lucien isn't going to starve himself out of feverish forgetfulness and check on his wellbeing. The fact that the tower let the man past its defenses to hide away during his heat was proof enough that he needed to check on him. 

He sighs quietly to himself before speaking loud enough for the other man to hear. He leaves no room for the omega to argue with him in his tone and feels horrible when Lucien's scent sours even more in shameful trepidation. 

“No Lucien. I'm here to check on you. You threw everyone in a panic when they couldn't find you when you suddenly went into a heat and none of us knew you were an omega.” 

The tiefling doesn't answer verbally, but Caleb can taste the anger, indignation and shame on his tongue. He sighs again. Gently, he places his free hand on the knob. He speaks again, this time keeping his tone carefully neutral. 

“I'm opening the door now, okay?” 

The smell of sullen acceptance hits him even though Lucien refuses to answer him with words. It's the most emotional expression that Caleb has witnessed from the man that isn't outright anger or condescension and he feels guilty when he realizes  Lucien has no control over it. 

Caleb opens the door slowly, giving the other plenty of time to adjust to his own scent entering the space. He feels a pang of genuine grief as he's hit with the memories Molly's room brings him. He's quickly pulled out of his unwilling reverie when his scent draws an uncomfortable whine from Lucien. 

Caleb tries his best to reign his scent and his emotions in to not overwhelm the tiefling. He notices that the bed is empty and Mollymauk's coat is missing from its place on the coat rack next to the door. Caleb walks carefully past it and places the platter of food and stein onto the desk. The sheets and blanket have been stripped from the bed and when Caleb walks around the wood frame he finds a haphazardly thrown together nest on the floor next to it. It's decently sized, and he notes with some interest that Lucien has constructed it in the corner farthest from the door and with the widest vantage point possible. 

His clothes and quilt, and the other Nein's members' things that he can recognize are all piled together amongst things he assumes to be Lucien's Tombtakers belongings in the large nesting spot. 

Lucien himself is tucked away underneath it all, lying on his side with Mollymauk's coat clutched tightly in his arms against his chest. The tiefling is staring at him with a flushed face and wary eyes. From what Caleb can see, he is stripped naked from the waist up. The rest of him is hidden from view in the pile. 

The room smells heavily of arousal and dread, Lucien looking like he wants nothing more than to disappear. Caleb crouches a few steps away from the omega's nest, not daring to touch it. He tries to put out the most calming smell he can as he looks Lucien over. 

He doesn't look to be hurt, which is good, but he looks terrible. His normally warm skin is dewy and flushed, looking feverish in the room's low lighting. His hair is stringy from sweat and pushed behind his pointed ears, trailing down his shoulders in knotted clumps. It puts his bare neck on view to Caleb who has to stop himself from staring. His neck is open and the wizard can see his unmarked, unbonded scent glands. They're red and irritated from Lucien rubbing against the rough fabric of the other's clothes as the tiefling tried to scent mark the items. It brought little to no relief, the smells of so many others clogging up his senses with no one there to help him. 

It's also hard for Caleb to ignore the oppressive smell of slick pouring off of Lucien in waves. It's clear to him that the tiefling is uncomfortable, obviously producing more sticky wet slick than what's normal for an omega his age. His body hadn't had a proper cycle in years, Caleb was willing to guess, since Mollymauk had presented as a beta or null for the majority of his existence from what the carnie had told them all. 

Caleb was fascinated by the concept. A partial soul fragment presenting as something different than the whole amalgamation was unprecedented. Was it the soul what decided their secondary genders? Or was it something else? If only Caleb could find an answer to the vexing question. 

Regardless, Caleb was sure the other was in pain. His body was eager to fix the wrongs that had occurred during his shattering and Lucien was suffering the consequences for a fate that hadn't been his choice. This heat was bound to be more intense and brutal than normal. 

Lucien was shifting, small whimpers escaping him as he tried to glare at the wizard. It wasn't going well for him when he smelled of lust and distressed need. His eyes were watery and his voice wobbled when he tried to growl at him. 

“What do you want?” 

Caleb shifts to readjust his weight on his heels and Lucien flinches back as if expecting the wizard to come closer. When he doesn't, Lucien goes back to watching him. The flush on his cheeks is getting darker the longer Caleb is there. 

“As I said, you went off by yourself in the tower and no one could find you. Quite the concern considering your condition right now.” 

Lucien glowers at him the best he's able. He tightens his hold on Molly's coat, clutching it even tighter against his chest. He hisses,

“Why? Because I'm an omega in heat? And all you alphas have your knots in a twist over me?” 

He spits angrily. Despite his obvious anger and embarrassment, his eyes are wet and there's a twinge of fear in his scent. Like he expects the rest to swarm him. The tiefling's ears twitch downwards when Caleb sighs at him. 

“Lucien-” 

“What?” 

Caleb's expression thins when he's interrupted once again. Lucien tries his best to sniff at him haughtily. The man's eyes widen a fraction as he catches Caleb's scent amongst his own. The smell of brown sugar and spice softens slightly in response, no longer quite as sour as before. 

Lucien's eyes slide shut and his shoulders shake as a pained expression crosses his features. Immediately Caleb wants to soothe him, and he kicks himself mentally for it. Lucien and he aren't mates, aren't even friends. 

“Lucien, I just want to make sure you'll be okay up here by yourself for however long you need to be. I'll go once you-”

Lucien whimpers, shaking his head. His claws clench in Molly's coat as he shivers feverishly. He cuts the wizard off again. 

“Don't go… Please don't go.” 

His tone is soft and pleading, and submissive in a way Caleb knows isn't Lucien. For once, Caleb wished that the man's eyes weren't fucking solid red so he would see the state of the other's pupils. Instead he had to try to perceive the man's state by his scent and appearance alone. Bits and pieces of Lucien's true personality peek out around the heat fever but it's only a matter of time before he becomes a total mess. 

He relents, “Fine, I'll stay. But let's get you washed and dried and maybe something to eat perhaps?” 

Lucien's scent sweetens a bit more at the perceived idea of the alpha taking care of him. Despite the change, Lucien himself doesn't look happy. 

“...okay.”

Caleb nods, satisfied. Lucien is in no state to move down the hall to where the tavern's washroom is so the alpha reckons it's better to leave the omega where he's at. A bucket of warm soapy water and a rag should work well enough. 

He lets Lucien know where he's going before fetching the bucket of water and rag. The tiefling nods morosely and makes no move to leave the poorly constructed nest. 

Caleb is quick to retrieve the needed items to help wash and dry him down but Lucien finds he still misses the man's presence as soon as it's gone. The alpha is quick to return to him which makes a warm feeling settle low in his stomach and another gush of slick to flow out of him. Lucien grimaces at the wet feeling against his thighs. 

His muscles tighten when the alpha gets close to his nest and a weak growl tries to rumble from his throat. Caleb backs off slightly, 

“I'm just here to help, Lucien. You know that.”

He does know that. It doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. Still, he doesn't try to growl at the wizard again when he comes closer. He desperately doesn't want the other man to see him like this; doesn't want Caleb to see him wet and slick with need, his body eager for someone to hold him down and knot him until the ache in his pelvis leaves when he's bred full of an alpha’s cum. 

He doesn't have a mate and Lucien's body has made him well aware of just how unhappy it is about that fact. The minute he felt the desire to be closer to Cree and Zoran, Lucien knew he needed to hide away where no one could find him and ride out his heat. Too bad that he didn't account for the fucking tower practically shoving his scent through the vents, allowing the wizard of all people to find him. 

Lucien had felt drawn to the wizard the moment they'd met and his neck ached for the omega to let him claim him. Caleb was dangerous. Something from his past that didn't belong to him. Lucien wasn't about to allow the man to use him in some ill gotten means to reminisce about the fragment. 

But oh how he ached for it.

Somewhere deep down inside the omega, he just knew that Caleb would take care of him so well. Knot him full and make him cum until Lucien was satisfied and full of the man’s pups. It isn't fair that the fragment got to have him and he didn't.  

“Can I move these?” 

Lucien startles when his attention is drawn away from the heavy scent of ash and ink entangling with his. Caleb has shuffled closer to his nest, sitting on his knees near the edge. His hands are slightly raised as he refers to the blankets covering Lucien's lower half. 

The tiefling's cheeks darken further and he tucks his face miserably into his fragment's coat as he realizes that Caleb is about to see all of him. He mumbles out an affirmation, and whatever pride Lucien still had shrivels inside his chest. 

Caleb frowns at the reaction he's given but reaches for the linens covering Lucien. Lucien's scent sours again and the smell of slick is heavier the closer to the tiefling he gets. 

Lucien moans sadly when Caleb pulls the blankets away from him. His arms tighten around the coat as he hides his burning face against it. His throat swallows a bitter keening sound as he hears Caleb's shocked inhale. 

Lucien's inner thighs are a mess of slick and cum. He's curled fetally, and Caleb's eyes are drawn to his tail looped between his legs. His cock is hard and aching, and below it the spade tip of his tail is in between his folds thrusting into his cunt. He'd been hoping feverishly that fucking himself with the appendage would fill the empty void crawling up his skin since his heat started. Every orgasm he'd drawn from himself had felt hollow, and so far unsatisfying. 

Tears leak from his closed eyes as he whines pitifully. He never wanted this, never wanted to be seen like this. But he was the only one to blame for running out of suppressants and not letting Cree or the others know. He thought he'd be fine.  

Lucien gasps and shivers when he feels Caleb run a hand up and down his exposed bicep soothingly. The other's scent expands in an effort to comfort him. He blinks away tears and shifts his face to meet the alpha's eyes. 

Caleb's pupils are dilated with lust but his gaze is more concerned than anything. It makes the small shriveled part inside Lucien cry for attention; to let the alpha comfort him and care for him. It's not an instinct Lucien listens to often, but the fever is making him weak and all he wants is to stop hurting. 

“Oh Lucien…” 

More tears bead in his eyes as Caleb watches him carefully. His tail continues to wriggle inside him and he moans hoarsely when his muscles tense and another wave of slick drenches his thighs. He looks at Caleb pleadingly. 

“Caleb.” 

He shudders when Caleb runs his hand down his upper arm again. His skin feels like it's on fire where the alpha has touched him, and his nerves sing for the other to continue. Caleb can smell it of course, the raw need and want that Lucien feels rushing through his veins. He feels like he's spiraling out of control and it's entirely his own fault. 

He is enthralled when Caleb speaks, voice soft but commanding in a way that is so unlike any other alpha that Lucien has come across. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, okay? I'm sure you'll feel better after.” 

Lucien manages a nod. His skin is sticky and sweaty and his hair is a mess. He feels disgusting. He's just in the beginning stages of his heat where everything feels overwhelming and wrong no matter what he tries. 

Caleb pulls the bucket closer and dunks a soft rag inside the warm soapy water. With his free hand, he gently reaches for Lucien's chin. The tiefling bites back a growl, but lets the alpha do as he pleases. The growl turns to a sharp trill once the wet fabric brushes over his sweaty forehead. Lucien sighs into the touch, the warmth of the rag feeling near chilly on his overheated skin. 

Caleb wipes his face, moving down the omega's neck. He very gently runs the rag over the other's irritated scent glands and Lucien moans in response, canting his neck to the side to give the man more room. The tiefling's eyes hood and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to smother another needy moan. His tail continues to thrust into his stuffed cunt while Caleb cleans him. 

The alpha wets his fingers and scratches them through Lucien's tangled hair. It's a poor replacement for actually washing it, but Lucien butts his head into the man's hands when he hits a particularly good spot. Caleb unknots the other's hair the best he can before tying it back for him. 

“Can you sit up for me, Lucien?” 

Caleb is so nice to him like this, taking care of him. It makes Lucien's thoughts feel like cherished syrup and the omega inside him purr at the idea. Lucien struggles to sit up with his tail inside him the way it is but he manages with some help from the gentle alpha. He gasps when his spade changes angles and more cum leaks from his swollen cock and slick smears onto the blankets below him. 

“Oh!” 

Caleb ignores the sounds as he wipes the rag across Lucien's sweat soaked shoulders and down his back. The tiefling shivers and small moans and sighs escape him as he's cared for. 

Instead of trying to ask Lucien to turn, Caleb moves around to the other side of the nest to reach his front. Lucien's eyes are glazed over with heady lust and adoration and the omega is panting softly. Lucien nods when he asks if he can continue. 

The rag swipes over thin collarbones, wiping away drool and sweat. Lucien groans and whines when it passes over his swollen nipples and he jerks mindlessly forward for more attention. Caleb switches from his chest to his arms, trying to avoid the more sensitive areas of the tiefling. 

He pays dutiful attention to Lucien's arms, rewetting the rag to run it down the tattooed and blank limbs tenderly. The alpha rubs softly at bony wrists and massages the joints of each knuckle and finger of Lucien's hands. 

When he finishes, Caleb sinks the rag back into the bucket before looking at Lucien with inquisitive eyes. The man's eyes are lidded as he pants softly, split tongue running over his bottom teeth and fangs. He's rocking slowly, hips shifting as he grinds on his tail. The blankets below him are soaked with cum and slick. 

Caleb soaks in the sight. He isn't unaffected by the gorgeous picture of the tiefling needy and sensitive in all the right spots. His own cock sits hard and wanting in his pants and every time Caleb gets a whiff of the now sugary sweet smell of spiced pepper that Lucien gives off, he has to drive off the urge to kiss the man and suck down his scent and taste. 

He needs to wipe the rest of the tiefling down without causing Lucien any more stress. 

“Lucien,” Caleb calls softly. “Are you okay with me continuing?” 

Caleb waits for the other's gaze to clear slowly. Lucien squirms and his nails clench down into the different items littering his nest. He gives a hesitant nod and allows Caleb to help him lie down. His thighs fall open on either side of the wizard and he catches the sight of Caleb's tongue swiping over his bottom lip as the alpha drinks in the sight of his hard cock resting against his lower belly and his tail disappearing below it into his stretched out hole. 

Lucien's face darkens in brutal embarrassment now that all of him is on display for the intelligent alpha. An embarrassed whine pulls from his throat and Caleb rubs a trembling thigh gently. The alpha cooes at him, 

“It's okay, I have you Lucien. You're doing so well for me right now.” 

He clenches around his tail at the praise, whining again when his body is wracked with pleasure. 

“Caleb…”

The man wipes down muscular thighs and trembling calves, avoiding the place Lucien begrudgingly wants him to touch most. When all of him is clean except for his core, Caleb sits back on his heels. The alpha's face is flushed and his own scent reveals his arousal. Still, he controls himself and gains Lucien's attention by tapping his knee. Lucien eyes the thick bulge in Caleb's trousers with want. 

“You're going to have to remove your tail for me if you want me to clean you there, Lucien.” 

The omega's eyes shutter closed as he whines high pitched. He can't. If he pulls his tail out, then he'll be empty. The spade isn't doing much for him, but it's keeping him filled and he doesn't think he can go without it right now. Lucien moans out, frustrated.

“I need it.”  

Caleb sighs, nodding. He stands and a spike of dread shoots down Lucien's spine. He isn't going to leave him, is he? 

The anxiety settles when he watches Caleb move to the bedside table. The alpha pulls out something before shutting the drawer closed. He settles back in his spot at Lucien's knees, a serious expression on his face. Somewhere inside, Lucien knows he needs to be present for this next conversation but a bigger part of him just wants to submit and beg for the man to fuck him already. It isn't a part that Lucien wants to listen to. He forces himself to remain aware even when Caleb's warm inviting scent curls around his nose and in his lungs. 

“Lucien.” 

He needs to focus. Breathily, he manages to force out,

“Ye-yes?”

Caleb reveals what he pulled from the drawer. Lucien's eyes zero in on the large knotted dick in the human's hands. His mouth waters and he hates himself for wanting it. His cunt clenches around his tail again, desperate to be filled by something larger. 

“I can use this while I clean you up, but it wouldn't be right of me to not tell you where it came from.” 

Lucien has a bitter feeling that he knows where it came from. Or rather, who. He hates that right now he doesn't care. The tiefling licks his lips, panting. 

“It's his, isn't it?” 

Caleb nods. 

“Ja, it is. Everything in this room is a copy of his. I have a feeling a part of you knew this when you chose this room to nest in.” 

Lucien jerks his head in a tight nod. A small sliver of him was drawn here when he fled earlier; wanting the creature comforts of a past he didn't remember. Even now, he wanted the things his fragment coveted. Lucien digs a fang into his lower lip as he begs, 

“I want it. I want it in me, please, Caleb. I don't care that it was his, fuck.” 

His body cramps when he yanks his tail from his entrance too quickly. Slick splatters from his tail and hole and Lucien groans, stomach flexing as he immediately feels empty. It's not a feeling the tiefling enjoys. His claws dig into his nest as his fingers fumble to find Molly's coat again. The smell of the other fills his nose when he pulls it closer to him; incense and patchouli calming his racing heart. 

“If you are sure.” 

Lucien curses the kindness of the alpha in front of him. He groans, 

“Yes, yes I'm sure. Just do it alr-eady!” 

Lucien squeals when Caleb fills him with the dildo suddenly. It tapers into a long moan when each sensitive nerve inside his cunt is hit by the soft silicone of the sculpted knot. His body contracts tightly as he cums. The knot plugging him keeps his slick inside, but Lucien is mortified when his stomach is splattered with hot spend from his still stiff cock. The hand on his thigh pets the shivering muscle with wet fingers. Tears prickle at his eyes as he sobs, 

“I'm sorry, fuck I'm so sorry I didn't mean to cum on you.” 

Lucien's words dissolve into frantic infernal as he tries to clean off Caleb's fingers with a blanket. 

Caleb shushes him with a gentle but stern rumble from his throat. The tiefling's fingers freeze around his, and Lucien keens in apology. 

“You're fine, Lucien. I told you I have you. You're okay.” 

The omega's fingers shake, 

“But I…” 

Caleb shakes his head, 

“You did what was natural. I am not upset at you for cumming.” 

Lucien's body throbs as Caleb consoles him. His alpha isn't upset with him. He was allowed to cum. Caleb wanted him to cum. His cock leaks more spend onto his hip as he comes to this conclusion. 

He watches as Caleb picks up the rag and wrings it out in the bucket. He shivers when it touches the sensitive skin of his belly and cleans up his mess. He writhes when the soft material wipes around his sweaty sticky thighs, balls and cock, cleaning off the slick and cum. He moans hoarsely when it runs down his tail, ridding him of his shame. 

“Fuck Caleb…” 

The rag is rinsed before it returns to his ass and rim, his cheeks heating at the thought of his slick running down and making him a mess everywhere. The cloth carefully wipes around his stuffed folds, and he clenches around the toy. His heart beat stumbles as he realizes he feels better than he did before. 

He is mostly clean, stuffed full and alert. His fever seems to have left him for the moment but Lucien has no doubt that it will be back with the itch to be bred soon enough. 

He groans and rolls onto his side, kicking at the wet blankets under him. His stomach flutters as the alpha laughs, collecting the slick soaked linens and tossing them to the side. 

Caleb cards a hand through his hair, scratching behind a horn gently. Lucien, sighs nuzzling back into the searching fingers. A low purr rumbles from his chest. 

“Do you feel a bit better now?” 

He is swatted by Lucien's clean tail. The tiefling is pouting, clarity back in his red eyes. 

“I hate this.” 

Caleb sighs, “I know.” 

“He wasn't an omega, was he?” 

Caleb looks at Lucien. The man is curled against the items he'd stolen for his nest, looking softer than Caleb had ever seen him. The flush had died down, leaving him shivering. Lucien refuses to meet his gaze, claws picking idly at the stitching on a shirt he was sure belonged to Fjord. Caleb makes the decision to pull off his warm overcoat and drape it over the naked tiefling. Lucien trills, eyes going wide. Before the tiefling can try to deny the gift, Caleb speaks. 

“He wasn't. Mollymauk wasn't anything, we believed him to be a beta but after this I think it was more likely he was a null.” 

Lucien frowns, feeling deflated. Nulls were rare in the world, to be one meant there was something fundamentally wrong with one's biology. Unable to smell scents or pheromones, emotions, everything the world relied on. Even as an omega, something that he desperately hates, he can't imagine trying to navigate the world without the ability to smell danger, fear, safety. 

Steering away from the dangerous topic of Mollymauk, Caleb asks, 

“Do you think you could eat something?”  

Lucien's ears perk up at the question and the tiefling realizes that he hasn't eaten since long before his heat had started. He was starving. His tail wags at the thought of the alpha bringing him food. He nods and Caleb stands. 

Lucien is hit with sudden the urge to grab him, to keep the other from leaving. He seethes at the unwilling emotions and urges that he's cursed with during his cycles. He stubbornly keeps his hands to himself as Caleb goes and retrieves the tray of food and water from the desk. 

Caleb settles down outside his nest where he was prior and Lucien peeks out to see what he's brought curiously. A spread of dried meats and cheeses, his favorite fruits and jams are all placed neatly onto a plate. He looks from the plate to Caleb's face, surprise in his eyes, a warm blush covering his cheeks. Lucien swallows against the stone in his throat and tries to speak. 

“I…” 

Caleb flushes, scratching at his cheek nervously, 

“I didn't mean to assume that you and he have the same taste in foods but it seemed safer than guessing.” 

Lucien nods absentmindedly, plucking a cracker from the plate. He eats just as messily as Mollymauk had, jam and crumbs sticking to his lips and cheeks as he tears through the spread Caleb has brought him. His tail flicks idly in contentment, the omega happy at being shown such care for once. 

Caleb watches, amused, as Lucien picks his way through the selection, eating the sweetest things first. He eats his fill, sighing happily once he's done. The tiefling squeaks when the alpha reaches out to wipe his face. 

“Will you stay?” 

Lucien's voice is low, quiet, like he's afraid to ask. His clawed hand reaches up to cup at Caleb's hand against his cheek. He resists the urge to nuzzle into scarred fingers. Solid red eyes stare at Caleb's necklace to avoid looking at his face. He doesn't want to feel hopeful. A thumb swipes over his cheek. 

“Ah, you do not need me anymore. There are more items in the drawer if you wish-” 

Lucien's hand tightens around his and his gaze drops towards the floorboards. His scent sours slightly but he tries to ignore how it gives him away. As if his ears lowering and his eyes prickling didn't do that already. He tries again,

“Will you stay?.. with me? Please.” 

Lucien shudders, heaving in a deep breath. His shoulders bend forward as he makes himself smaller than he has any right to, Caleb thinks. This is the same man that takes up the entire room with his voice and presence when he wants. He shouldn't be able to compact himself into something so small, so non-threatening. 

“I don't… I don't want to be alone right now.” 

He pleads. Clawed fingers wind around his and Caleb can feel the other's heartbeat in the pads of his fingers. It's quick, but steady so the alpha has no doubt that it's actually Lucien asking and not just his heat talking. 

“Are you sure, Lucien?” 

The omega nods, releasing Caleb's hand. He still refuses to look at the other man, eyes trailing to the items in his nest. Lucien reaches for Mollymauk's coat, balling it up against his chest. He murmurs forlorn, 

“He really liked you, didn't he? And you… you liked him.” 

Caleb smiles sadly. He reaches forward to tug the coat from Lucien's arms. The tiefling lets it go, accepting that Caleb will take it and surely leave; the image of himself too much for the wizard to bear. It shatters something inside him, but it isn't the first time he's been shattered now is it? 

Instead of standing to leave like Lucien expects, the alpha wraps his fragment's coat around him overtop his own. Lucien trills confused, the scents of both Caleb and Mollymauk swirling around him in a pleasant haze. He finally looks up, eyes meeting Caleb's.  

The alpha is looking at him with melancholy but not anger or disappointment. He holds the coat around Lucien's shoulders until the tiefling slides his arms through the wide sleeves. 

“I did like him, ja. I don't know how he truly felt about me but that does not matter. You are not him, Lucien, nor do I expect you to be. It's true I miss him very much but that is not important right now.” 

Lucien gnaws on his lower lip as tears prick at his eyes. His heats always make him more emotional and prone to crying fits. He sniffs, not knowing how to answer. He settles on his side, and reaches for Caleb's hand again. The wizard lets him hold it, clawed thumbs rubbing over his knuckles lightly. He's starting to run out of steam now that he's clean, eaten and a few climaxes richer. He stares at Caleb's hand in his, whispering. 

“I'm sorry I'm not him.” 

If Caleb hears him, he doesn't show it. He uses his free hand to scratch at Lucien's scalp and tells him gently.

“Rest now. I'll be here when you wake.” 

Lucien’s instincts are drawn to listen to the alpha, and he sighs heavily. His eyes slide shut and he falls asleep to the smell of mischief and magic on his tongue. 

Caleb relents to being stuck where he is for the next several hours or possibly days, not knowing how long Lucien's heat will last.  

Once Lucien is well and truly asleep, Caleb wiggles his hand free to pull his spellbook from its holster. No need to be bored while he's alone. 

He spends the next few hours like that, occasionally looking over to check on the slumbering tiefling. He can tell when the next round of fever overtakes the omega, his lavender skin dewy with sweat and his scent becoming heavier.

Lucien whines in his sleep, twisting fitfully. He wraps himself around a mound of fabric, rutting into the cloth of Caleb's coat. He moans as the toy inside him shifts, his cock hardening as the heat spreads in his veins once more.

“Caleb..” 

Lucien whimpers in his sleep and Caleb's fingers clench against his book. He struggles to keep his eyes on the pages in front of him. His nostrils flare as Lucien's scent deepens. He smells divine. 

Lucien moans again, crying out when he shifts in his sleep. The knotted toy sinks deep into his cunt leaving the tiefling panting. Bleary red eyes blink open, and the man's hand shifts to stroke himself. He groans, looking for the alpha. 

“Caleb?” 

Apparently Lucien has hit the point in his heat where embarrassment has gone out the window. The younger man looks for Caleb, throat clicking in distress when he can't see him. He hasn't moved since Lucien fell into his short nap. 

“I'm right here, Lucien.” 

Lucien twists his head so quickly, Caleb is afraid it's going to snap. The hand not wrapped around his swollen cock shoots out to grab at Caleb's wrist. His eyes and scent give off a level of desperation that tells the alpha that his heat has moved into the painful cramping section of its duration. 

“Help. Me.” 

Lucien hisses, his voice cracking in pain. His grip on Caleb's wrist is hardly tight and if the alpha really wanted to, he could break it easily. He regards Lucien carefully but with sympathy that the tiefling is too out of sorts to be mad at. Caleb asks him, 

“Are you sure?” 

Claws dig into the meat of his wrist sharply. The palm against his skin is clammy and hotter than tieflings usually run. Lucien opens his mouth to answer but is caught off guard by another cramp. He gasps, choking on his words and he releases Caleb. Both hands move to warp around his abdomen and he tightens himself into a ball. His tail writhes, snapping against the back of his thighs as he cries.

“Fuck! Fuck. This is the worst part!” 

Caleb doesn't hesitate any longer, it's clear that Lucien wants his help. He removes his boots before stepping into the nest behind Lucien. He shuffles the tiefling around until he can pull off the sweat soaked coats from his trembling frame. He sets them down not far, so Lucien can reach them later when he wants. The alpha has picked up that the omega finds comfort in not only his scent but Mollymauk's as well. 

Lucien is panting, breathless from the pain. He squints his eyes open just barely when he feels Caleb settling behind him. He rolls onto his side to face him, tucking his face against Caleb's hip miserably. Caleb doesn't remark on the wetness that soaks into his pants from the other's tears. 

“Please fucking do something. It hurts.” 

Lucien whimpers and it tugs on Caleb's heart, his instincts screaming at him to help the younger man. He casts a quick cantrip, warming his hands to a temperature that would be painful to anybody else. 

“I'm going to move you, okay Lucien?” 

He receives a pitiful moan in response. He gathers the omega up in his arms and shifts them so Lucien is laying with his back against Caleb's clothed chest. Once he has them settle to his liking, Caleb moves his hands down Lucien's stomach to replace his. 

Caleb presses burning fingers into Lucien's lower stomach and the tiefling cries out, tears trailing down his cheeks. He hiccups as the heat sinks into his skin and muscles. Slowly he relaxes against Caleb. Caleb catches him mumbling darkly, 

“I hate this, I hate this so fucking much. Why did I have to be born an omega fer fuck's sake?” 

Caleb squeezes his arms around Lucien, 

“Because if you were an alpha, you would have scared the gods.”  

Lucien tenses against him, and for a second Caleb thinks the joke didn't land but then Lucien coughs out a snort that leads into full body laughter. It leaves the tiefling gasping, smacking his sweaty palm against whatever part of Caleb he can reach. 

“That's not, ow, funny! Don't make me laugh right now, it hurts!” 

Caleb grins cheekily, and continues to rub heat into Lucien's skin. Slowly, he relaxes against Caleb, a drowsy purr rumbling from him as the pain eases. 

“Wished I'd have had you earlier.”  

Lucien mumbles. He presses down into Caleb’s fingers, moaning softly. Caleb recasts his cantrip and lets Lucien get comfortable against him. It seems though that the tiefling can’t, he continues to squirm against the wizard releasing small sounds of malcontent. 

“Lucien, are you okay?” 

Lucien's fingers flex against Caleb's. His tail moves to curl between his bare legs, coiling anxiously. He presses Caleb's fingers down firmly against his abdomen and whines.  

“I, erm. Fuck. It's the heat. It’s always like this.” 

Caleb's concern raises. Lucien groans and pulls his hands away from Caleb’s to bury his face in them. His thighs squeeze together and suddenly Caleb understands. Lucien whimpers when he feels Caleb’s breath against his ear. 

“It’s okay Lucien. Do what you need to.” 

The omega whimpers again, shaking his head pathetically. 

“I can’t. It’s…” 

A hand moves from his stomach to pull one of his away from his face. Caleb pulls it down, down, down to his aching stiff cock. Lucien gasps embarrassedly when Caleb wraps purple fingers around it. It breaks off into a low groan and Lucien’s fingers take over stroking himself. His tail shifts to wrap around the flared base of the toy inside his cunt. It pulls the toy out before thrusting back inside him roughly. Lucien strokes himself in time with his thrusts and cries out roughly with the stimulation. Caleb’s fingers return to his abdomen, kneading tenderly. 

“Please. Please.” 

The warm body behind him doesn’t help dissolve the heat that’s running through Lucien’s veins. His body stiffens in Caleb’s arms as he cums, slick flooding around the toy and his tail, white sticky fluid spurting out from his cock. He shudders and shakes through his climax, keening. When he comes down from his orgasm, he tenses. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not-”

“Lucien.” 

Lucien’s body stills when he hears his name come from the alpha. He whines, head tilting back to show off his neck. Once he realizes what he’s doing, Lucien pulls his head away from Caleb. The alpha softens his tone. 

“I already told you that it’s okay Lucien.”

He scoffs, “It’s embarrassing is what it is.” 

Lucien slips around in Caleb’s arms to face him. He clenches his fingers into fists against the wizard’s clothed chest. He shakes in a way that tells Caleb it isn’t from his heat. 

“Do you know how bloody embarrassing it is to not be in control of your own damn body? To want cock so badly that you leak slick like a wet whore? That your scent attracts damn near every person to you like a gnat? Damnit Caleb, I hate it!” 

Lucien stills when he feels Caleb’s hands come up to comb gently through his hair. His scent fills Lucien’s nose with the warm smell of fire. 

“You’re right. I have no idea what it’s like to be in your position. But I want to help you however I can. You decide how, Lucien.” 

Lucien growls, the sound turning into an annoyed groan. He slams his head against Caleb’s collarbone. His tail snakes between his legs and he whimpers when it wraps around the large cock sunk deep in his cunt. He tugs it free, and slick pours from him. He smacks his fist against Caleb, pulling his head away to look at him fiercely. 

“Fuck me, Widogast. This will be your only chance.”

“Well then, I better make it count then. Ja?” 

Lucien gasps, laughing as Caleb flips them. He tears at the alpha’s sweater, tugging the shirt up and off him. When it's pulled over Caleb’s head, the alpha pins his hands above his head. Lucien squirms in his hold, heart racing. A part of him is delighted by being pinned by the alpha, but the reasonable part of him balks at it. Caleb pins him, knees boxing in his lithe hips. The man grinds down, the alpha’s clothed cock dragging against his. 

Lucien moans, rocking up into it. His inner thighs are quickly covered in his own slick as he leaks onto the blankets below. He pants, 

“Ho-holy shit. In me. Now.”

He helps Caleb wiggle out of his pants before flipping their positions. The clothing joins the nesting pile, quickly getting lost in the myriad of stolen comfort items. It shocks a laugh out of Caleb who grabs his hips with scarred hands. His tail wraps around the man’s cock, steadying it for the tiefling to sink down onto. 

Lucien moans gutturally as he’s filled. He sets a quick pace, rocking up and down on the alpha’s cock. He pants breathily, his pleasure mounting as he rides Caleb. His own stiff length spreads sticky precum against his belly with every bounce. Caleb helps yank the omega down onto his cock by his hips, thrusting up into Lucien’s tight heat with every pull. 

Lucien shudders above him, slick gushing around Caleb's cock. His velvety walls clench around the alpha as he grinds down on him. His chest heaves as his thighs shake. Caleb rubs his thumbs over Lucien's hip bones gently. The man's chest rumbles, 

“There you go. Take what you want.” 

Lucien falters, another wave of slick fluid leaking out around Caleb's cock onto their thighs. He fists his aching cock as he throws himself into yet another climax. His other hand claws at Caleb's chest as he writhes on top of him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Cum spurts from Lucien's leaking cock between his fingers. Caleb  continues to thrust up into his cunt, sending the tiefling keening. Caleb flips them over once again, Lucien landing softly onto the blankets as their positions switch. He moans as Caleb's cock grinds deeper, filling him full of the alpha. He feels it in his throat as Caleb pounds into him. 

“How many times can I make you cum, hm?” 

Caleb's rough fingers push Lucien's away from his dick, stroking his length as he fucks into him. Lucien's pleased scent flares around them as he throws his head back into the nest, hands moving to grip at the fabrics. The wet sounds of Caleb thrusting into his soaking cunt muffles the sound of his gasping moans. 

Lucien wraps pale thighs around Caleb's hips, ankles locking behind him. Caleb grunts as he fists the omega's cock, fingers wet with Lucien's cum. He bends down to whisper filthy things into the tiefling's ear. Lucien’s head tilts as he unthinkingly bares his neck for the other. 

He moans when Caleb licks a stripe up the column of his neck, scent wrapping around them when the alpha sucks at the swollen glands under his ear. Lucien jerks in his hold, even more slick dripping from his clenching hole as Caleb forces him over the edge again. 

Caleb does not dare sink his teeth into Lucien's offered throat. He knows that while the omega might want it now, he won't later when full clarity returns to him. His own teeth ache with the want to claim the man but he knows better than to put any real thought into the idea. 

Instead, he nips and licks and sucks at tender skin. Lucien bruises so easily for someone who uses their blood as a weapon. Caleb traces the raised knife scars along Lucien's throat with his tongue, relishing when the tiefling's thighs tremble and tighten around his hips. He spends extra time ravishing attention to the places that make the tiefling shake the most. 

Caleb moans against sweaty spit slickened skin when Lucien's hands move up to grasp at his lower back, claws scoring faint lines down his skin. The pain and pleasure mix as he gets closer to cumming inside the man.

His thighs and balls are covered in Lucien's slick, and fingers sticky with his cum. His instincts are screaming in delighted pleasure as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from the younger man. 

Lucien's eyes are clenched shut, and his mouth is hanging open, drool trailing down the sides as he gasps and moans. He looks too delicious to deny, so Caleb doesn't. He claims the other's mouth, tongue delving into the omega's mouth with confidence. Lucien makes a sound that is swallowed before melting into the kiss. He fights a losing battle, forked tongue winding around Caleb's, sucking down the taste of zemnian coffee and bitter dark chocolate. Caleb hums into the kiss, hands moving from Lucien's hips up to his tender chest. The tiefling squirms, panting breathily into Caleb's mouth as intelligent fingers massage around swollen pecs. 

Caleb thumbs around sensitive areolas before pinching at his nipples, and Lucien gasps when the alpha presses a thumbnail against him. Caleb scratches against his right nipple lightly, smirking when the omega's thighs clench around his hips, and he tries to grind down onto Caleb's cock harder. His other hand plays with Lucien's other side, plucking and twisting until Lucien is crying out with need. 

“Fuck, fuck, please right there, right there!” 

Lucien keens as he squirts around Caleb's thick cock, soaking the bedding and the both of them. Thin smears of cum leak from his aching cock onto his belly. He's edging into oversensitivity, whining when the pleasure begins to become too much. 

Caleb feels it in the way his walls shiver around him and it pulls a moan from the alpha. He isn't going to last much longer himself, Lucien's cunt drawing him in like a vice. He snaps his hips against Lucien's thighs and grinds into him, the head of his cock brushing the omega's cervix. He kisses along Lucien's shuddering throat, licking at a nice sized bruise he left near the other's glands. Lucien curses, claws digging into Caleb's shoulders. The alpha purrs,

“Lucien. Do you want me to knot you?” 

Lucien groans, lust-hazy eyes cracking open to glare at the wizard. The heat behind them is weak and a particularly sharp thrust from Caleb has them squeezing shut again as the pleasure tingles up Lucien's spine. He pants,

“I shouldn't.” 

Caleb moves his hand to tuck a stay curl behind Lucien's horn. The tiefling nuzzles his cheek against his fingers in an uncommon display of softness. Caleb ventures a guess. 

“But?” 

The wizard stifles a laugh when Lucien nips at his fingers lightly, fangs not breaking skin. His bifurcated tongue peaks out from his lips at lick at Caleb's sweaty palm.  Red eyes flick open to stare at him,  an unguarded need burning in them that steals Caleb's breath from his lungs. 

“I want it. Fuck, the things you do to me, wizard.” 

Lucien unlocks his ankles from behind the alpha's back, groaning when he stretches himself out of the contorted position. Caleb runs his palms down the tiefling's hips before sliding out of his devilishly hot cunt. Unwillingly, Lucien groans at the loss and Caleb hushes him softly. 

He pulls Lucien onto his side, shifting him until he's comfortable. Lucien groans low in his throat when he feels Caleb settle behind him, hole clenching emptily as the man's prick rubs against his wet folds. 

“Hurry up.” 

Caleb grins, biting at Lucien's shoulder blade in return. He yelps and jerks against the wizard, tail moving to smack him. Caleb pushes it away, hand moving to fist his cock. He grunts, head pressing against Lucien's cunt. Lucien presses back against it, huffing. 

“Last chance to bow out Lucien.” 

The omega growls, “Fuck. Me. Caleb.” 

Lucien's breath stutters on his name when he pushes back into his wet heat. Caleb moans as the man instinctively tightens around him, and rocks back before pushing in further. His arms move to wrap around Lucien's waist and he pulls the tiefling back onto his thickening cock. 

Lucien can feel the swelling bulb of Caleb's knot at his entrance with each thrust and his mouth waters. He needs it, he wants it. He swallows roughly, 

“Please, fuck. Please Caleb. Make me yours. I want you.” 

He feels Caleb shudder behind him from his begging. Lucien's mind is warm but clear, his body far from satiated but happy enough with the alpha behind him fucking him that Lucien hasn't quite turned into the cock hungry whore he'd feared he'd be by this point. Still, he finds he means it when he says, 

“I want you to knot me Caleb, I want to feel it.” 

Caleb's hips snap in response, swollen edges of his knot pressing roughly against his hole. Lucien squirms, panting. He shifts his hips, and moves his thigh, clawed hand lowering to hold himself open for the alpha. 

Caleb growls lowly when his knot pops past the ring of muscles in Lucien's core. The omega gasps and shivers, clenching down tightly on the thickness. Caleb continues to rut into him, small jerking motions that spread wet slick against the back of Lucien's thighs and the underside of his tail. 

Lucien gasps out a moan when Caleb reaches around to stroke at his still hard cock, claws tightening around his thigh. He jerks back onto his knot, overwhelmed by the fullness. 

Caleb ruts up into Lucien’s heat until he feels like he's going to explode. The thin lines holding his patience together snaps when Lucien again bares his neck and whimpers, 

“Caleb, please.”

Burning warmth fills the tiefling as he feels Caleb cum inside him. The hand that's on his cocks loses its rhythm but Lucien is contracting anyway, short ropes of cum gushing from his spent head onto Caleb's fingers. He whines needily when Caleb refuses to mark him. 

He shivers when the alpha noses at his scent glands, licking at the tender flesh. He nips the gland bluntly, pulling a high pitched sound from Lucien. Languidly, he grinds his knot further into the younger man. Caleb murmurs against his sweaty hair, 

“No,” he shushes Lucien when he whines unhappily. “You would hate yourself and me more if I were to claim you right now.” 

Caleb wraps his arms tighter around Lucien when he sees tears bead at the man's eyes. He gently presses a kiss to his neck, nosing at the back of his ear. Lucien moans when he feels another flood of cum fill him, his lower abdomen bloated from it. 

He doesn't want to like the idea and he'll blame it on the hormones but his head swims when he sees his belly distended. He falls headfirst into imagining thick ropes of Caleb's cum coating his thighs as the alpha pumps him full of his cum, his belly taught and round as he's bred with the man's pups. He purrs at the thought, satisfied at the idea of Caleb keeping him round and pregnant with a large litter to call their own.

Lucien's chest rumbles, pleased. 

They're locked together for a while, until Caleb's knot deflates enough to pull out of Lucien. They both grimace, Lucien's lower half sticky and sore. A flood of cum leaks from his bruised pussy. He shifts his thighs in disgust. His face flushes and he groans. His hands cover his face as it darkens. 

“Do you think you could help me to the bath, love?” 

He shivers as Caleb runs a hand down his bare back. 

“Of course.” 

The alpha dresses himself with clothes that Lucien stole before helping him stand on weak and shaky legs. Lucien wrinkles his nose when his fantasy becomes reality, cum dripping down his legs coating his thighs and calves. He tries not to stare at the creamy white staining his pale lavender skin as Caleb helps him down the hall. 

He sighs in relief when Caleb heats the water in the wash basin with magic. The water turns murky as he scrubs himself clean. With a curious chirp, he turns when he feels Caleb's fingers touch his tangled hair. 

“Here, let me help you.” 

He grumbles, face flushing as he turns back around. 

“You don't have to do that y'know.” 

Still, Lucien's nose tracks the sweet smell of satisfaction that drips off the alpha as he coats dark hair with soap. Lucien is hard pressed not to start purring as dexterous fingers scratch at his scalp and horns. Caleb weaves his fingers through the strands until his hair is sufficiently coated. Gently tilting the man's head back, he rinses Lucien's hair until the dark violet strands are gossamer smooth. He taps the skin under Lucien's right arm gently, 

“Stand up for me?” 

Lucien bites back an embarrassing giggle and turns his head to look at Caleb questioningly. He makes a lifting motion with his hands. 

“Up, c'mon now.” 

It's a testament to how sated he is that Lucien goes with it, standing in the large tub. He jumps when a warm wash cloth swipes down the base of his tail and under his butt. Whirling around, he hisses at Caleb with incredulity in his voice. His face is burning dark, eyes wide. 

“Caleb, what are you doing?!” 

Caleb smiles at him with an easy grin that makes his stomach flip. If he were capable of it, he'd be wet again from the sight. A fact that isn't missed by the alpha as his scent turns mortifyingly sweet. Lucien's fingers twitch as he stumbles over what to do. 

The tiefling takes too long to decide as Caleb lifts the rag and dips it back into the bath water. The alpha leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Lucien's thigh. It draws a confused whine from the other as the wizards gently wipes down his front with the cloth. 

“You really don't have to do this, Caleb.” 

Lucien tries again weakly. Caleb nods and continues his self-assigned task. The omega's stomach quivers when he tenderly washes the cum from his softened cock and belly, down around his balls and thighs. Lucien whimpers when Caleb rinses out the rag once more and the cloth finds its way between his legs at his entrance. 

His eyes clench shut as he feels gentle fingers prodding at his sore puffy labia. His teeth dig into his lower lip as he whines. 

“Caleb…” 

Caleb gives the younger man careful attention, making sure to clean off all the slick and cum from his lavender skin. Lucien is well and truly spent, cock twitching when Caleb kisses lightly at his hip. 

When the tiefling is fully clean, Caleb snaps his fingers and Lucien watches with wonder as the tub drains magically. The alpha wraps him up in a large fluffy towel and Lucien squirms slightly with the tender attention. He isn't used to being taken care of so softly, usually hates it but there's something about the wizard that makes Lucien want to melt. 

Lucien accepts the offered hand and steps out of the tub. Water drips onto the floorboards and the omega leans on the other to keep his balance. He feels… 

He feels strange. 

Not bad strange, Lucien is plenty used to that feeling. He doesn't know how to describe it. There's a delicate lightness inside him right now that he isn't used to, but knows he's going to crave later once his heat has passed and they're back out in the wastes of Eiselcross. 

Back when he and Caleb are on two separate sides. If only he could make him see the gifts the Somnovem could give. Lucien would no longer be constrained by his secondary gender. He could be free. 

Like Mollymauk

He shakes his head like a wet dog to rid himself of the thought, hair flinging water droplets all over the wash room. The sound of Caleb laughing as he gets wet has Lucien's insides flipping around like worms on wet earth. 

The tiefling follows him back down the hall towards the room he claimed as his own during this damping experience. With a snap of his fingers, the room is clean again and Lucien's nest is no longer covered in their fluids. Lucien can't help but be pleased, wanting nothing less than to sleep in his own mess. 

The omega falls down into the large assortment of clothing and blankets, curling up in the fabrics. He finds his way back into Mollymauk's coat, the embroidered mess of fabric covering him from Caleb's wandering eyes. A quiet rumble can be faintly heard when the alpha strains his ears. 

Lucien's jaw cracks as a large yawn blindsided him. He wiggles himself loosely around the items in the nest, coating them in his pleasant happy scent. Caleb smiles as he watches from the doorway. It's about time for Lucien to get some more rest while his heat is satiated. It won't be long before the fever picks back up and the omega becomes a mess of pain, slick and arousal once again. He needs the downtime while he can get it. 

Caleb sighs silently and moves to leave the room. The movement catches Lucien's eye and the tiefling chirps unhappily. He raises an arm, clawed fingers wiggling towards the alpha. 

“Stay?” 

Tired red eyes stare imploringly, the man's tone pleading. His lower lip juts out as Lucien pouts at him. When Caleb hesitates, he tries again. 

“Please?” 

The earnest smell of spiced molasses strengthens as Lucien practically begs. He wants the other man here despite every smart bone in his body telling him it's a bad idea. Caleb sighs, giving in. He moves to sit beside the nest like he did earlier when Lucien's tail snakes out from under Mollymauk's coat to wind around his wrist. The thin appendage tugs insistently on his arm. 

Caleb raises a brow and Lucien frowns petulantly. He tugs at him again. 

“In here. With me.” 

Caleb follows the tail pulling him, stepping back into the mess of clothes and linens. He settles down to sit but Lucien yanks at his shoulders until the omega can tuck himself into the alpha's chest. Lucien wiggles until he's comfortable, naked back pressed against Caleb's chest.

Caleb pulls Lucien against him, slinging his arm over top of the tiefling to cuddle. He rests his chin at the crown of Lucien's wet hair, and purrs against him, happiness coating his scent. 

Just before Lucien falls back under, Caleb hears the man mumble sleepily. 

“Thank you.” 

Caleb shifts his face until he can press a kiss in between Lucien's horns before resigning himself to sleep for the next few hours until the omega's heat strikes him again. 

He isn't Mollymauk and there are many things that happened that Caleb should never have allowed tonight but he can't bring himself to care when his arms are full of a happy slumbering omega that is purring in his sleep because of him. He doesn't know how long Lucien's heat is going to put them all behind, but he hopes it's long enough for him to come up with something that will convince the tiefling to stay.