It was not every day you were told by the person you liked to screw your rival. It was a less common occurrence you actually get a beer with them after.
Yet there they were-Killian and Claus- the two heads of the main opponent pharmaceutical companies fighting for the biggest contract in the state and for Luther. Both were standing at the table, sipping their whiskey in an awkward silence.
Killian fixed his gaze on Claus. He wasn't bad-looking, Killian admitted. Actually, if he were an omega, maybe even he would have looked twice at him. He held his blonde curls into a neat ponytail. His eyes were sparkling with a blueish-greenish color. It reminded him of the aurora from above the Titanic. And just like the movie, it's about to turn into a tragedy.
Similarly to Killian, Claus was gazing upon his rival too. Tall, handsome with an arrogant attitude. Is that what Luther was into lately? What was their history exactly and why did Luther get so emotional over him?
-So, care to share what was that all about?
Killian broke the silence.
-How about a game? A question for a question and a shot for a dodge.
-Sounds fair. Why did Luther get so mad at you in the parking lot?
-I proposed a business and he didn't like it.
-What business?
-One question at the time, weather boy. My turn now. Did you ever fucked Luther?
Killian looked at the blonde flabbergasted. He raised his glass. Letting him know that kind of thing meant losing. They were playing chess and he will not lose his defense with such an easy bait.
Claus watched Killian gurgling down the whiskey without hesitation. "That could mean two things", he thought, "he either did it and tried to save Luther from being shamed in such intimate detail OR they didn't do it, but this guy's goal was exactly that". He didn't strike Claus as a thoughtful guy so the last presumption should be the right one. The blonde alpha smiled confidentiality.
-Are you resistant to Luther's pheromones?
-In a way, said Claus vaguely. What about you?
-In a way, responded Killian mimicking Claus's manner. Why does Luther'e defenses come down around you?
-We have history. We've known each other since we were kids. We even shared our first kiss.
Killian hated the way Claus exposed this fact with such a sultry, disinterested yet overly arrogant attitude.
-Did you ever kiss Luther?
-Yes.
Sure, Killian lied, but there was no rule against it. If this was war, everything - every strategy and resource- was out for grabs and Killian was good at grabbing.
Claus smiled. He thought this could have been a lie, but why dodge the sex question, yet answer this one so directly? This could have meant one thing: they either kissed or fucked.
"But who fucks without kissing?" thought Claus.
The image of Luther being held down, defenseless with his back arched sent Claus's mind down a spiral. Could it be that Luther, the child who never liked to put his emotions on display and who never admitted his feelings, liked it rough without an ounce of comfort? "Is that the way he punished himself?".
Claus gazed at Killian once again. Even if he tried to control his expression and let out only a friendly smile, his eyebrow was twitching, his palms retreated into fists and his blood was pumping so hard he could hear his own pulse in his eardrums. And he knew Killian noticed his losing his upper hand.
-Why did you two split? asked Killian.
It was Claus's turn to drink his punishment. His history with Luther was something only he and his family knew fully about. He couldn't be bothered to explain to an idiot the complexity of his own plan against his own family in his persuasion of Luther.
-Why were you in the hotel lobby tonight?
Killian drank.
-I knew the ex-CEO of Greenleaf. How are you related to him?
Claus drank.
-Why didn't Luther give you full percentage I the parliamentary contract and seek another provider?
Killian drank.
-What did you mean when you said you can't sense any other pheromone except Luther's?
Claus drank.
The game of questions turned out slowly into a steady pace of the two men taking turns drinking. Until then challenge was thrown into the air
-If you think you can take Luther just because you used to play in the mud when you two were kids, you must have lost your damn mind! yelled Killian.
-Don't make me laugh, dude! Luther doesn't want anything with you. I saw how he looks at you! He hates your guts, replied Claus just as drunk and just as loud.
-Hah, you little shit! How about going to ask him directly what he feels about my guts?
-I know his room at the hotel. Let's see who he chooses!
-Be ready to be heartbroken, cocky bastard!
The trip back to the hotel, let alone how they ended up ringing Luther's room, was unclear for both alphas.
They were barely standing leaning on each other, having trouble finding balance.
Yet all the steadiness of the world couldn't hold the room in place in the moment Luther opened the door in nothing more than the hotel robe barely closed.
Killian's mind stopped. All he could feel was the throbbing of both his heart and his groins. He cursed himself for waiting for a week. He was longing, aching, hurting to touch him
-Luther, said Killian softly and emotionally.
It was such a lustful whisper, Luther felt a shiver down his spine. The combination between that and the sad yearning gaze Killian cast upon him was enough to turn his knees into jelly.
-My Lu, giggled Claus, breaking slightly the effect of Killian's spell.
As he turned his attention towards him, he couldn't see anything but pure happiness and excitement in his childhood best friend stare. It was the kind of joy you would find looking at a child seeing his long lost favorite toy. It stroke the strings of Luther's heart. It was the kind of enthusiasm that threatened to retire old burned feelings.
-What the hell happened to you two?…