Oscar was looking out the window as he lay on the couch, clutching the edge of the blanket. The days were cold now, autumn had really come a long time ago. They were about to enter the season when rain and snow began to come together. The house was quite warm, but there was a shiver inside. It was the silence in this house, which still felt foreign, that made him nervous.
More precisely, Victor's house. The house where he will be staying temporarily...
He turned his head. There were medicine boxes left on the table in the living room. Did he need them all? No. But Victor was determined to get whatever he needed. As soon as he got Oscar out of the hospital - which was the reason he got him out of the hospital - he tried to convince him to stay at home. "You shouldn't be alone," Victor had said. "Stay with me, at least until you get better."
At first, Oscar refused his offer. But he couldn't easily shake off the worried expression on the doctor's face and Victor's insistent gaze. "Temporary..." he said reluctantly.
At that moment, footsteps coming from the kitchen distracted Oscar's thoughts.
Victor came into the living room with a tray in his hand. Oscar still hadn't gotten used to Victor's informal dressing style, as he always dressed in a serious way, but he didn't care. Victor put the tray with the medicines, a glass of water, and a glass of coffee on the table. He sat silently on the edge of the sofa where Oscar was lying down. His eyes seemed to have memorized the hospital files, and he looked at Oscar silently.
"You don't have to look at me so suspiciously," Oscar said as he slowly sat up on the couch he was lying on. Victor's expression did not change.
"You didn't tell me," he said. "I don't understand. You don't respond when there are so many alphas in the casino. I've seen injured omegas go into pheromone crises before." His voice was calculated, something felt lost. Oscar turned his head.
"None of your business." His voice seemed calm but still cold. "Does every omega have to release their pheromones?"
Victor didn't answer. He picked up the small plate of medicine and water on the tray and handed them to Oscar. Oscar frowned at the bitter taste of the medicine as he took it.
"Not every omega has to release pheromones," Victor finally said. "I just don't understand why you don't smell like pheromones." Oscar tilted his head slightly. There were so many things he wanted to ask, but now was not the time. Victor broke the silence with a question.
"If you hadn't gone to the hospital, would you have kept the fact that you were an omega a secret forever?"
"Yeah," Oscar replied shortly. "Why would I tell anyone? I don't want to spread pheromones around you either."
Victor just glanced at him briefly before turning his head away.
"You better not spread your pheromones, I hate omega scents." He said it like it was something casual. Oscar rolled his eyes and looked away, but for a moment he felt bad. But since he didn't understand the source of this feeling, he would rather be out of sight…
"Then why did you let me in?" he asked, unable to stop himself. He hated that he felt like he was losing his usual professional demeanor.
Victor was silent for a moment, his expression obscured because he had turned his head beforehand.
"I don't know," he said in a low voice. "So you don't die in a corner."
"You're very funny," Oscar said sarcastically. "And... you're not exactly normal either. I've never seen an alpha bothered by omega pheromones before. You'll get tired of staying with an omega, after all, so it's ridiculous for you to insist that I stay at your house."
"It really is hard to stay with such a talkative omega. God, there's nothing that can make you quiet, is there, Kane?" Victor said with that wry smile he always wore. Oscar rolled his eyes.
"Shut up." Victor let out a small laugh at the reaction he got. Oscar frowned, but he calmed down, so he thought, because of the pills.
Noticing that Oscar had calmed down a bit, Victor stopped laughing.
"Are you sleepy?" Oscar nodded. Victor got up from where he was sitting and approached Oscar. Oscar didn't understand what was happening at first, but when Victor suddenly took him in his arms, his eyes opened wide and he stopped breathing for a moment.
"What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk on my own."
Of course Victor didn't let go of him and started walking towards the room, his steps seemed a little slow but Oscar didn't notice.
"Don't make it hard for yourself on purpose so I can take you to your room." Oscar frowned.
"What kind of way to talk is that?" Victor sighed and started up the stairs. His grip on Oscar's waist tightened as he did so. Of course he wouldn't admit that he was afraid he would fall.
Oscar finally stopped moving, realizing he couldn't escape.
Victor entered a room. It was a very bright room, and it was also large. A double bed was close to the window, a wardrobe in another corner, and a few other pieces of furniture...
Victor gently laid Oscar down on the bed. He felt a warmth leave him, but he silently pulled the blanket up to the man's chest.
He sat down in the chair next to the bed.
"I'll wait until I see you're asleep." Oscar rolled his eyes and turned onto his side of the bed, his back now facing Victor.
Silence reigned in the room for a while. Peaceful, actually, because the sedatives were starting to kick in.
"How did you find out I was hurt?" Oscar asked, his voice half-asleep.
"Sean told me."
"Why did you come there?" He fought not to fall asleep, but it didn't work. He could barely make out Victor's words before he slowly closed his eyes.
"I didn't want to leave you." He reached out and covered Oscar's exposed back with the blanket.
"Don't get hurt again," he whispered. "Do you enjoy seeing me worry, Kane?"
"Were you very worried?" Oscar's voice had gotten quieter, the words coming out slowly.
Victor rose from the chair. Leaning over the bed, he placed one hand on the side of Oscar's head, gently turning his head with the other. His lips touched Oscar's forehead and he whispered.
"I was very worried," he admitted. "I thought I was going crazy."
There was no more conversation between them. Oscar fell asleep with both the weight and relief of the sentences he heard.
Victor's eyes were everywhere on his face. Oscar was so beautiful to him, he didn't know how to express it in words. It hurt him, an ache formed in his heart as he thought Oscar would never come to him of his own free will.
"I shouldn't have loved you this much," he whispered, kissed his forehead again and left the room.