by W. Mae Smith
The same chill that passed through me when the train went by me earlier, passed through me once again. Whatever was happening on that train had something to do with Damien. I reached for the remote to turn the volume higher.
The curly haired reporter rushed to the scene with the camera crew behind her. She passed through a crowd of people, all gathered around the train’s entrance. The reporter was commentating on the activity as she pushed past the people to get to the epicenter of the commotion.
“A man was attacked on this train early today resulting in an emergency lock down for all passengers.” She stopped walking once she reached the entrance of the train through the crowd of people.
She pointed inside the open door. “Just inside the train’s passenger door, a man is reported to have assaulted another fellow passenger. No weapons have been reported and the cause for the man’s outburst is still unknown.”
I sat frozen on the couch. My instincts had been right. There was something wrong on that train, and Damien was a passenger.
The people crowded around the train and began to fall back from the entrance as a police officer emerged. The curly haired reported fell back with the crowd but continued narrating the scene. The camera focused in on the police officer exiting the train.
I leaned forward towards the TV, eyes wide, bracing the armrest as I watched more people exit the train, I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Behind the first officer was a tall, handsome, dark skinned man frantically trying to escape the second officer’s hold as he was escorted off the train.
It was Damien.
He was handcuffed, kicking his legs, and as the officers directed him away from the obnoxious crowd and cameras I heard him yelling one thing over and over — Carlos.
The camera went back to the curly haired reporter who was still narrating the scene. The reporter used words like, violent, anger, and crazed. My heart sank for my alpha. I felt horrible that I had abandoned him when he clearly needed help, my help.
I sunk down into the sofa staring blankly at the TV screen as the train station chaos died down. I had to do something.
Alex looked over at me, “Are you okay?” he asked unaware of the situation.
I didn’t answer for a moment I just stared off into the distance.
“Carlos?” Alex’s eyes grew with concern.
“Alex,” I said finally, “I need you to drive me to the police station.”
His eyes shifted towards the TV as if he were putting the pieces together. At first he didn’t move, then without any questions he stood up and reached for his keys.
“Sure.” He responded, “lets go.”
My stomach turned over and over as I sat in the car pondering about what I was going to say to Damien. I knew I loved him; these lasts few weeks had been so hard without him. My heart ached to be with him but my stubbornness was getting the best of me. I was so sure Damien was going to hurt me that I never gave him a chance to explain and I ended up hurting him.
Guilt poured through my body as we pulled into the police station’s parking lot. “Thank you,” I said to Alex before getting out of the car.
“Should I wait?” He asked kindly.
“No, it’s okay, but thank you.” I said again. I didn’t know how this was going to turn out; I’d find my own way back.
I nervously entered the station and looked around timidly.
“Can I help you?” The officer behind the front desk asked gruffly. I recognized him as the first officer off the train.
“Yes, my, er… boyfriend is here I believe.”
“Boyfriend eh?” He looked me up and down undressing me with his eyes. This alpha officer was rather intimidating, even for me. “What’s this ‘boyfriend’s’ name?”
“Damien.”
His eyebrows raised, “and you are?” he quizzed.
“Carlos.” I gave one-word answers in hopes this would move along faster.
“Carlos? The Carlos?”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by The Carlos then I realized Damien had been screaming my name while being arrested. Obviously my name had some significance to this man.
“Yes, The Carlos,” I said, not knowing how to feel about it.
He let out a sigh, “Hold on,” and he disappeared through a doorway.
He came back moments later. “Okay, right this way,” he motioned for me to follow him through the doorway. Past that doorway was another solid door he unlocked which lead to a room with three holding cells. Damien sat in one.
Damien was calm unlike the previous two times I had seen him, but the look on his face was sad and worried as his palms rubbed his temples. When he saw me, his face changed and his eyes lit up. “Carlos!” he exclaimed as he jumped up and came to the edge of the cell, grasping the bars. “You came.” Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.
“Damien, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The words poured out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying. I stood close to the bars, close enough to inhale Damien’s steamy hot chocolate scent.
“No, I’m sorry.” He wiped the tears from his eyes and his face became serious. “I have so much to tell you. I can’t tell you here. I’m waiting for some paper work to come through and then they’ll release me, don’t worry.”
“Paperwork?” I was confused.
“Never mind, it’s medical stuff.” He waved his hand as if it weren’t important. “But please will you let me set this straight, Carlos?”
I stepped closer to the cell and reached for his hand.
“Hey!” the scary alpha officer barked.
I stepped away again. “Yes Damien. What can I do?”
His eyes softened at my response and he smiled for the first time. My heart shined seeing him smile.
“I’ll find out more when I get out, but I will call you with a time and a place, I will explain everything then.” His perfectly white teeth gleamed once more at me.
I smiled back at him. “Okay.”
Three Days later I received a message on my phone with a time, a date and an address. I couldn’t wait for the chance to be with Damien again.
26
Damien
I was released from jail once they received my medical history and spoke to my doctor. The first thing I did once released, was arrange an appointment with Dr. Riley to meet with Carlos and myself. The second thing I did, was message Carlos the time and location of the appointment. I needed to set everything straight.
Once the three of us were all together inside the safe and familiar walls of Dr. Riley’s office, I began to pour my heart out to Carlos. I told him everything. I told him about my first love, Anthony, and his disappearance and I told him how it affected me resulting in my post-traumatic stress disorder.
Carlos held my hand as I cried. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” His brown eyes stared up at me with confusion.
“It was never the right moment.” I told him, regretfully.
Dr. Riley sat silent in the room, allowing us to have our moment. When everything was said that needed to be said Carlos looked over at her. “What do we do now?”
Hearing his words made tears of joy stream down my face. Despite everything Carlos still wanted to be with me, I couldn’t believe I found someone so amazing.
I held his hand tightly, waiting to hear what Dr. Riley had to say. Even though Carlos was open and receptive to this new information, the truth was, this might not even work.
Dr. Riley tapped her pen on her notebook in thought. “What the two of you have is special,” she said breezily. “You are meant to be mates. As long as you are willing to work through this together in an open and honest manner you’ll be able to make this work.” She smiled a faint but warming smile.
I took a deep breath and looked at Carlos. He looked nervous. I knew this was a big commitment and a lot of pressure for him.
“You don’t have to make any decisions now.” I didn’t want him to stress or feel p
ressured.
He looked over at me. “I ran the first time, I won’t do that to you again,” and he kissed me making my whole body tingle.
We thanked Dr. Riley and left the office hand in hand. We walked through her reception and into the hallway still hand in hand. Carlos stopped me just before the elevator.
“I don’t ever want to leave you again,” he said, as he looked me straight in the eyes. Before I had the chance to respond he was pulling at my sleeve dragging me further down the hall.
“What are you doing?” I laughed curiously.
He stopped and looked around opening the door next to us labeled Janitorial. He pulled me inside, both us stumbling over a mop bucket and landing on top of an industrial sized package of paper towels.
Both of us giggling as we kissed uncomfortably on top of the cushiony towel rolls. He pulled my shirt up over my head as he lighted kissed my nipples making me hard.
“What are you doing?” I asked him
Shhhh was all he responded and I got the message.
I pushed myself up from lying on the paper towels and stood over top of Carlos scanning the space for something more comfortable. My eyes landed on a set of old curtains. I spread them across the floor and gestured for him to lay with me. His eyes never left mine as he stretched himself across the floor on top of the curtains.
Before joining him on the ground, I wiggled out of my pants, and watched him watch me take them off completely. I stayed standing, naked, watching him remove his clothes as well.
“I’m ready,” he told me.
My body burned with desire as I heard those words. I lowered myself back down towards the ground over top of him. He pulled me close our chests pressed together and he grabbed the back of my head pulling me in for a kiss until we had to stop for breath.
I ran my hand down his body feeling every inch until I reached his cock. He was perfect, so perfect.
“What are you ready for?” I finally caught my breath to ask him.
“To be your mate,” he told me.
I wanted to ask if he was sure, if maybe it was too soon still, but I knew in that moment it wasn’t too soon. I knew he loved me and I loved him and at this point nothing could truly stand in our way from becoming mates. We had waited long enough and almost missed our chance to be together. I didn’t want anything to get in the way again.
I said nothing in response except for a slight head nod, then I reached for his hand and placed it on my cock. I felt my knot pulsing as he rubbed me. As my cock grew in size, I took my finger and began to pleasure his hole. He started to become wet as I played with my finger inside him.
“Damien, come inside me please.” Carlos moaned as the heat between us became too unbearable.
His nipples were hard, his cock was hard and his hole was dripping with slick, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped the head of my cock inside his tight channel and instantly felt electric euphoria surge through my body.
Carlos moaned again, “All of you, baby.”
Bracing the ground with my arms as he lay below me I pushed all nine inches inside of him. He wrapped his forearms around my back, pulling his chest closer to mine as we began to move in perfect, synchronized rhythm.
My knot throbbed and I allowed myself to give into the sensation. We rolled side-to-side kissing all over, panting and sweating, as my knot grew deep inside him.
“Carlos,” I rolled back on top of him, our stomachs touching. I caressed his head in my hands and looked in his eyes, “Carlos, I’m going to make you mine now.” He nodded in agreement and his eyes softened. I allowed my knot to enter him completely, swollen to the point that I could no longer pull it out of his hot channel. I emptied myself in him completely just as I felt ropes of cum ejecting from his pulsing cock as his muscles tightened around my own throbbing cock.
I lowered my head towards him and bit his neck. He let out a happy whimper as my teeth molded his scar. At the same time, I felt his teeth graze my neck as he simultaneously sunk his teeth into my skin, reciprocating his mark on me.
I lifted my head from his neck and smiled.
“Wow,” he said giggling a little. He threw his arms above his head in excitement and satisfaction, then went to pull me in close for a hug, but instead caught the handle of the mop in the bucket. I watched the bucket wobble back and forth before it lost balance and spilled all over our make-shift bed.
We screamed as the dirty mop water hit our naked skin. I jumped up pulling Carlos up along with me, unable to separate my knot from him just yet. He rested his head against my chest laughing, as we stood in the now sopping wet janitorial closet of my therapist’s office building just having mated. I tossed my head back and joined him in laughter as well.
When we gained control of our hysterics, we pulled apart and gently kissed on the lips. “Let’s get out of here,” Carlos said with a smirk.
I grabbed our clothes off the cleaning supply rack and we quickly dressed. Carlos opened the door a crack and peaked his head outside the closet to see if anyone was around. The coast was clear, I tidied the mop and bucket quickly, and we both casually exited.
As we walked towards the elevator, I threw my arm around my omega. He looked up at me: “So where do we go now, my alpha?” My heart burst with happiness hearing those words: My alpha.
“Anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” I told him and kissed him on the forehead. He smiled and buried his face into my shoulder. I couldn’t have been happier as we rode down the elevator together as alpha and omega.
27
Carlos
Epilogue
Six years had passed and Damien and I were still happily together. We moved in together the day we mated. Patrick had been ecstatic about us mating and was happy to find another roommate. Moving had been easy because it was just a few steps away, but, after I graduated, Damien and I wanted something bigger. We wanted to start a family.
We moved into a three-bedroom house just outside the city. It was close to Damien’s bar, but also closer to parks and schools for when the baby came.
I was nine months pregnant, six years later to the day. We sat in our new home just outside the city watching TV. My mother and sisters had come from Colombia a few weeks ago so they could be with me during the final stages of my pregnancy and to meet the new baby.
Damien rubbed my over-sized belly as my mom chopped onions in the kitchen, preparing for dinner, and my sisters were off painting their nails in the spare room. I glided my fingers atop my six year old mating scar and smiled to myself.
“Carlitos!” I heard my mother yell my pet name and I instinctively shuddered. Damien laughed knowing how much I hated being called that.
“Si Ma’?” I responded, playfully rolling my eyes at Damien.
She asked me where to find the paper towels so I tapped Damien’s hand away from my tummy and slowly propped myself up off the couch.
“No, no, don’t get up!” she ran her tiny little legs over to me, ushering me to sit back down.
“Mami, I’m fine,” I told her as I stepped towards the kitchen. Just as I took my first step away from the couch I clutched my stomach and felt a sensation jolt through my tummy. Damien and Mom crowded around me, immediately coming to my assistance.
“Are you okay?” Damien looked up at me and rested his hands on my stomach looking concerned about our baby.
Suddenly I felt water splashing on my legs and looked up to find my mother pointing and gasping at the puddle between my legs.
“Carlitos! The baby is coming!” she exclaimed with joy, still pointing as she looked between Damien and I.
My sisters came spilling out of the spare room after hearing all the commotion. I looked over at Damien and he stood up, “You heard her, the baby’s coming!” He ran to the closet where our emergency labor bag was packed and ready to go for the hospital.
All five of us filed into Damien’s car and sped off. I sat in the back, holding Damien’s hand, practicing my breathing exercises, as I experienced
my first contractions.
Separately we had both wanted a family and children in our lives, but it never seemed like a reality until after the two of us mated. I squeezed his hand with gratitude, I was so happy to be having this baby with my alpha.
We drove up to the hospital doors, Carlos’ sisters took the car around back to park and Damien and my mother escorted me inside as I waddled my big tummy into the lobby. Damien ran to find a wheelchair and my mother shouted at me in Spanish letting me know everything was going to be okay.
“I’m fine, Ma’!” I pleaded.
My mother told me I was stubborn and Damien coaxed me into the chair he found.
When we reached the desk the nurse gave me a clipboard full of papers to sign. Damien immediately intercepted the clipboard and pen but I snatched them right back again.
“Damien!” I looked to my right, “And Mami! Por favor, I can sign a paper on my own!” Just as I finished yelling at my family - because I was so headstrong I thought I could do everything on my own - I dropped my pen on the ground. Shit. I attempted to bend over to pick it up but gave up immediately.
Damien smiled lovingly at me and bent down to pick it up. I sighed in recognition that I did need his help.
I felt my mom rub my back, I looked back at her, “Carlos, you no need to be so macho nada mas. You have strong alpha now.”
I looked at the pen in Damien’s hand and passed the clipboard back to him. “You’re right Mama,” I told her as Damien and I both began to chuckle.
The nurses escorted me to a delivery room where I waited for a doctor. I felt fine as I breathed deeply and allowed my contractions to happen, but I was absolutely parched. I turned to Damien and asked him to retrieve a glass of water from the cafeteria. He reluctantly agreed.
“I’ll be right back!” He shouted as ran out the door. “I don’t want to miss anything!”
I giggled as I watched him scamper out the door. My mother squeezed my hand and I squeezed hers back as I felt my baby shift inside me.
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Damien