Vegas and Pete enjoyed the wedding party with everyone in the village until midnight. Vegas disliked noisy crowds so he just sat silently in one place. No one came to ignite a conversation with him, though, it was much better that way so he didn't have to get annoyed with any lame conversation.

The busiest person here was Pete.

In contrast to Vegas, Pete always smiled and greeted people politely. He drew uncles and aunts in the village to him like magnet to shoot questions and greetings at him. And the most repeated question was...

"Does Pete have a partner yet? If not, I can introduce you to a nephew, he is not bad. Come over to my house someday na?"

For some reason, more and more people could recognize Pete as an Omega. Perhaps his Omega pheromone has developed fully. He had been scared and confused at first, but now he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Ah, I can't, this is my life partner." Everytime Pete was asked that, he used Vegas as his shield. His angry face successfully discouraged many people from approaching Pete. For Vegas, he was more than willing to be Pete's life partner. It felt so good.

"Pete, don't drink anymore, your face is beet red."

Pete appeared to be extremely happy; thus he drank a bit too much. He took every glass of alcohol from whoever invited him to drink, and even when no one did, he voluntarily drank it himself. It was one of the rarest time to see Pete happy to the point of losing his composure like that, Vegas still had to take the wine away from Pete's hand. He would be suffering from severe headache tomorrow if he kept drinking like that.

Pete touched his already rosy cheeks as if to check if he was really drunk, patted them a few times to sober up, then smiles with his eyes at Vegas.

"I am having so much fun."

He leaned against Vegas entirely, using him to stabilize himself. Pete took a deep breath and mubled:

"So happy."

"..."

Vegas smelled alcohol emanating from Pete, mixed with his sweet jasmine tea scent. For a moment, he thought he was also drunk.

Yes, very happy.

Happiness turned out to be as simple as this.

Aunt May came from afar, saw Pete being held by Vegas. She couldn't hide her grin:

"Pete, go back to your room, kiddo. The party's almost over. Oh, the boat will be able to operate again in 2 days, so you can go back. Vegas, do you need me to help you bring Pete home? He seemed to doze off already."

"It's okay auntie. He's very light-weighted."

Vegas immediately hugged Pete and put Pete's chin on his shoulder, tangled Pete's legs around his waist and lifted him up. It was as if he was holding a baby.

[T/N: if you can't imagine how Vegas carried Pete, here it is.]

Though Pete wasn't particularly heavy, but it was mainly due to Vegas's strength that he can carry him in that position.

Pete's grunts were heard the entire way back to their inn. His limbs occasionally smacking Vegas here and there, his face rubbed into Vegas' neck, then he was quite again.

Once Vegas could enter the room, he put Pete on the bed. He knew that Pete was only in an alcohol shock due to heavy intake, he hasn't passed out yet.

"Wait here and be good. I'll fetch a towel."

"Uhm."

Pete hazily responded. He did not pay much attention to what he said since he felt his body burning.

Vegas tucked Pete in a blanket and went out to get a towel. He intended to wipe Pete's body to make him feel comfortable from alcohol. This was the first time he had to take care of a drunk person, he didn't know how; all he wanted was for Pete to lie still and let him take care of him.

Unfortunately, waiting for Vegas was not a sleeping drunk person, but a strong scent of jasmine tea rushed right into his nose. Vegas took a deep breath and felt his body acting strange. He scowled.

In the dark room with only the moon as the source of light, Pete was seated on the bed with his head lowered, his hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt.

"Pete?"

Vegas's brows furrowed even more as he observed how Pete behaved and his emanating pheromone.

He thought he could get a glimpse of what was happening.

Pete was in heat.

As expected, as soon as Pete heard his voice, he turned to face him and muttered while still getting his shirt off: "Vegas, it's hot, I feel so hot..."

Shit!

Vegas scolded himself to get a grip of what was happening and stayed calm. He threw the towel aside and started looking for Pete's suppressant they bought a few days ago.

Where did you put it, Pete?

Vegas rummaged through the cabinet but couldn't find it. It seemed to evaporated from this world, no trace, nothing.

The whole room was filled with his pheromone, and Vegas was about to be suffocated to death.

God damn it where was it?

"Vegas..."

Vegas tensed up and stopped what he was doing. He unconsciously concentrated all of his attention on the guy who just gave him a hug from the back.

Pete squeezed his embrace harder and pressed his cheek onto the back of Vegas. His entire body was hot and he wanted to sniff some of the pheromone from Vegas, the only thing that can make him feel good.

Pete exhaled in satisfaction. His voice trembled between comfort and discomfort:

"Vegas... help me, it's hot. What should I do?"

Being skin on skin with Vegas helped Pete to feel much better. But it was like a double-edge sword, the more he felt comfortable, the more he felt it was not enough. He was submerged in a dark hole with no way out.

He needed more.

The last ray of reason in Pete told him that he was in heat. But his mind being controlled by his overflowing emotions disabled his ability to think straight.

Vegas tightened his fists in an effort to keep himself from losing control. Pete was gradually caressing him more and more, his cheek brushed against him and his hands began to press against his skin.

"Pete, where did you put the suppressant?"

He realized his voice got so much hoarser when he spoke. He needed to find the medicine soon, otherwise...

"I don't remember... I'm hot Vegas... hmm..."

In a hushed murmur, Vegas touched Pete's hand which had already reached inside his shirt.

"Pete! Do you know what you are doing?"

He had never be this patient with anyone before. He had never had to keep himself from doing such thing. But at this moment, his only concern was if his action made Pete feel uneasy.

Omega's heat happened too fast, that an impatient person like Vegas, who never had to refrain himself, didn't know how to handle it.

With hot breath next to his ear, Pete kissed Vegas's back.

"I know. Vegas... help me... hic, please help me."

End #9

There will be smut in the next chapter. Please skip #10 if you are not comfortable with it.

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