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“You ever lay a hand on me, come near me, again, I will fucking end you!” The video cut off at that point and he knew he didn't want to rewatch it again. It has been a few times now, but only to see if anyone captured his face. But no, he was safe. Only his voice was heard as he shouted as the man for touching him to the point when he lost control of his own emotions. And the bastard had it coming for being such a disgusting creep.

Then again, he has always been hot-headed.

With a sigh he closed the app and looked at the laptop screen, a frown on his face. A month passed since that viral video and it was still getting views his faceless name in all the tabloids, but at least it was almost all positive. Which was not bad in itself, but still, it pissed him off. Damn those pompous bastards for thinking they could do as they pleased!

Grabbing the beer can he downed the rest of the lukewarm liquid, then stood up to get another. He spent the past couple of weeks just drinking and doing nothing beside designs, but being this idle never sat well with him. He wanted to do more. To be doing something beyond sitting around and waiting. And while he might not need to work, he wanted to. Get his work out there and on the bodies of others.

“Fuck this!” He muttered as he opened another can and made his way back upstairs to his office. If one could call it that. Filled with bolts of cloth, mannequins, unfinished pieces draped over every possible surface, and drawings pinned all over one wall, it was all a creative mess. This place was his little sanctuary. He stopped to stare at the little framed bag, the lines crooked and uneven, the stitching as bad as it could be. And a photo of a man in a kilt standing next to a very excited little boy outside a traditional shop in Scotland.

“... might as well. What's the worst that could happen.” Setting the beer down he clicked the e-mail tab and then the drafts. Everything was there. His CV, portfolio, his experience, and anything relevant beyond that. He had nothing to lose. So when he finally hit send, he felt content. Not like they would reply, anyway. Not after seeing that damn video that made the rounds in the fashion world.

Not like he asked for it. He just wanted to create things. To do what he wanted and set it out into the world for others to see and enjoy. But that damn man had to keep bothering him to the point of assault. And then the video came to be and that was it.

Nobody knew what Gavin Reed looked like. But his brand, Greed, was selling like hotcakes since seven years ago when he made his debut. And in those seven years his creations have been worn on the reddest of carpets, promoted by those who wore them, but no one knew what the man behind the brand looked like. And he wanted to keep it that way.

Still, he wanted to put his works out there and for that, he needed someone else.

After all, it was too much of a hassle to open his own stores and manage his own brands. Creating was what he wanted. That was what his great-grandfather cared about. The fame would come with the name eventually.

Finishing his beer, Gavin closed the laptop and went to the bathroom to wash up before going to bed. He had no great expectations when it came to replies from big fashion corporations, especially since he was a recluse and rarely interacted with any. So this one might be a fluke anyway. But he had nothing to lose. Brain mildly fogged by beer he went to bed that night, blissfully buried in the sheets before cussing and sitting up.

He forgot the meds again. And while he should not take them with alcohol, he was past caring at this point.

Nothing worse than being born and Omega in a world ruled by Alphas.

Downing the pills with what swill was left of the beer he laid back down and sighed. Maybe tomorrow things would be different. Maybe it would get better. And just fucking maybe, for once, nobody would try to assault him.

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“- as such we have chosen to accept this designer and you will be the one in charge of his department, designs, and the-Nines! Are you listening?” An intense glare was thrown at the bored-looking man in the chair, who proceeded to sigh and sit up.

“Yes, father, I am. A great and popular designer. We must do everything to satisfy him. Work closely with him. Be in charge, but don't force your ideals. Seriously, why can't you give this guy to Connor instead of me?” The man stood up, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to stare the older man down.

“Because Connor has enough to do as it is and you are the one who needs to work with someone of this calibre, Nines.” Hank Anderson stared his younger son down. And the man sighed, looking away after a moment.

“Fine, I promise I will make sure the new designer feels welcome and all that stuff.” The tall man rolled his eyes, but they both knew he would do as told. Because that was just what they did.

“Good. This is a big change for the company. A designer like Gavin Reed being up for grabs and sending us a resume, now that is unheard of. Don't upset him, don't be a dick, give him anything he wants, within reason of course, and all will be well. Find out what he is, too, so we can accommodate him and his needs. We don't need a repeat of Charles.” The older man made a face and it mirrored Nines's.

“Yes, I will make sure no repeat of that will occur.” What a mess that was. An employee attacking another one because he couldn't control himself and then blamed the poor woman. That has been settled really quickly.

Nines left his father's office and returned to his own, ignoring his secretary calling after him and closed the door to her face. He wasn't in the mood.

Always stuck dealing with shit like this. Always the one to take care of newcomers who came and went. Frowning as he sat down he stared at the information regarding the new designer his father decided to hire, trying to figure out who he was or what he was about. There was no photo, no information beyond the necessary, but his references were beyond stellar. He could really push the company forward. His designs have been praised for years, worn by big-name celebrities, and to have someone like that apply for a job at their company?

He would be a fool to argue. Even if he hated the idea of playing babysitter for a prissy fashion designer.

Nines grabbed the glass of bourbon he poured himself and stepped out onto the terrace, staring out into the darkening city. A nice glass of alcohol and a cigarette settled his nerves for what would come tomorrow.

All he had to do was to find out what the man was in order to ensure his safety. A Beta or a Delta would be safe. But an Omega... that could be troublesome.

Especially for an Alpha like himself.

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He revved the bike out of spite of the suits walking into the building, then got off and tucked the helmet under his arm.

Honestly, he wasn't expecting a reply when he sent his info, yet here he was. They wanted him. For some reason this big company wanted his designs and to work with him and were willing to accommodate his 'quirks'.

Making his way inside he headed straight for the receptionist while the security guard stepped forward, eyes fixed on the scruffy-looking man.

“Hey, I'm here to meet with a certain Mr. Anderson. The name's Reed.” Presenting his ID he stared at the receptionist as she ran the ID, then instructed him to the 36th floor.

“Mr. Anderson is waiting for you, Mr. Reed.” She gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, but Gavin was already on his way to the elevator. And while he could still feel eyes on him, he didn't care.

He took his meds that morning, then an extra dose before coming to this place. He was as safe as one could be when surrounded by predators.

Damn that doctor for lying. This surgery will ensure that no more medication is needed. Such bullshit! It took a year for him to find out that not even modern medicine could take care of the pheromones he emitted. And while he could not bear offspring any longer, he could still attract unwanted attention.

Thank fuck for heavy-duty medication.

“Seriously... elevator music is shit...” Why was it always the same?

Finally stepping out he walked up to the receptionist desk. A Delta. And she seemed pleasant.

“Good afternoon. Are you Mr. Reed? Mr. Anderson is expecting you. Right through this door.” She made to get up, but Gavin held up a hand.

“I can get it, thanks.” He gave her a brief grin before pushing the door open and entering what was an entirely too-big office for one person. Not that it deterred him from making his way to the heavy wooden desk.

The man behind the desk stood up and instantly he knew he was an Alpha. It was as if a sign was pointing at him, as if someone screamed that the tall man was an Alpha and to be careful.

“Gavin Reed. A pleasure. I am Nines Anderson. People say great things about you.”

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He knew he had to meet the new designer his father was so excited about, but his own enthusiasm about the opportunity was lacking. But he was ready. Wearing one of his best suits, his hair perfectly in place as he preferred it, his office intimidating enough to scare away anyone too weak.

Yes, he could deal with this.

Or so he thought.

When the door came open and this scruffy-looking man walked in he frowned. Should he call security? But not just anyone could make their way this high up without a background check and this man was... something else.

Plain jeans and boots that were at least two years old, a band T-shirt, and a worn leather jacket. The attire caught his attention first. But then he saw the scar on the man's face and the cocky expression fixed on it. Was this the star designer his father wanted? His clothing looked worn, the jeans faded, boots scuffed, jacket old, if not vintage. And his looks alone... the word scruffy came to mind,

“Gavin Reed. A pleasure. I am Nines Anderson. People say great things about you.” He held out his hand, trying to seem as pleasant as possible without showing how annoyed he felt. This guy... was he a Beta? Or maybe a Delta?

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“Sure they do. Alright, well, we both know why I'm here, so you can drop the fake pleasantries. Shall we get straight to the point? You read my CV and know what I can do. Also, I hope you read my requirements, as those are non-negotiable. So we can either come to an agreement or I will be on my merry way out.” Damn, the man was tall.

And without a doubt, an Alpha.

But Gavin didn't relent, staring straight into the man's eyes as he shook his hand. He noticed the intense blue hue and the way the other carried himself, his professional yet fake smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, the impeccable style. Yes, he was a professional. And Gavin loved to piss those people off just by being himself. And the surname matched the name of the company's owner.

So this had to be either the younger, or older Anderson brother. Which one, he wondered?

“As you already know, I am Gavin Reed. I know what to do and how to do it damn well, even when someone orders something custom made. And I have no problem taking critique if it is coming from someone well-versed in the area. I don't interact with any investors or anyone who could compromise my privacy, though you would have to work hard to even find someone who would believe you I deal with fashion.

“And while your fashion house is famous, the male fashion department leaves much to be desired. Too cookie-cutter perfect and not much variety for today's society."

Why was the man silent? Perhaps he said too much, but nothing he actually mentioned was untrue. Crossing his arms over his chest he fixed him with a hard stare.

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So this was Gavin Reed. The Gavin Reed, whose name figured on the big screens when talking about fashion. The man no one knew by face, only by his work. A reclusive and private person, but his creations always said more than anything and the bespoke pieces were selling for thousands. Even the mild tie collection sold out within a week.

And he looked like any scruffy man off the street, his clothing suggesting nothing of wealth or style. Even his face bore a scar that didn't match the persona of someone sewing designer dresses.

This was the man behind Greed.

And he was probably the most cocky man Nines ever met.

The handshake was firm and Reed stared fearlessly into his eyes. Not many did, so it did leave an impression. Not a positive or a negative one, but an impression nonetheless.

“Yes, I have read all the information you provided, as well as your demands and requirements. Many of which were found to be eccentric, but we can and will accommodate them as requested. Now, since I don't seem to need to pretend around you, have a seat and we can sign the document.” He motioned to the chair on the other side of his desk and walked around it, taking a seat.

“I assume you will want to read it first.” He pushed the papers to the edge of the desk and watched the designer finally sit down, then take out a pair of spectacles before grabbing the contract. Most would sign. To be under contract by his father's fashion house was always a desirable position, but next to no one actually read the contract. Not that there was anything shady, but still.

“This looks fine. Alright. But just so we are clear, it says that I will be supervised by you. As in, all my drafts, creations, and potential designs that will be commissioned will have to go through you first.” The man took his glasses off and looked at him, no hint of respect or fear. “What gives?”

“Of course, we cannot allow just anything to be released. Luckily for you I have an extensive background with it comes to fashion and as such I am more than qualified to judge what is good and what needs to be improved. In a way, I will be your liaison while you are integrated, and afterward.” He smirked. Yes, best to knock him down a few pegs.

He didn't expect the man to scoff.

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“Oh please, you expect me to believe that someone who would actually match warm silver with cool ebony tones at this time of year can judge if I am any good?” Nines blinked, then frowned. What was he talking about? This was clearly a winter. But before he could say anything, the man continued.

“One more thing. I will not, under any circumstance, wear a business suit and a tie. If that is what you require, I am out in the next minute. My comfort takes priority and as nobody important will ever see what I look like, I will wear my usual clothes. Like today.” He stared into the man's eyes, waiting to be told to fuck off. Nobody would agree to this, he was sure of that. But he could always just open his own store if nobody else wanted to work with him.

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“Very well, no suits or ties and we shall keep contact to a minimum, which I find to be a rather pleasant idea.” Nines stood up. “I agree to all your terms, Mr. Reed. So if you are willing to sign the contract, now would be the time. Then I can show you to your floor and we will part ways until tomorrow.”

Eyes fixed on the shorter male he watched him hesitate, glance at the limited edition fountain pen he had sitting on his desk, then take out his own pen, a plain ballpoint that had the cap broken, and sign the contract.

Just what kind of man was Gavin Reed?

“Excellent. Shall we then? And I will have you know that my dress sense is impeccable. I always make sure my clothing and accessories are properly matched.” The mere thought that he would wear two different shades was ridiculous.

He stood up and walked to the door, not waiting for the man to follow or even telling him to do so. It was expected. At least in this way he was predictable, as Nines heard his footsteps. Less angry and obnoxious than when he came in, but only slightly.

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“Your suit and vest were made by the same dressmaker, as the stitching is the same and the same bolt of cloth was used. But you went to a different store for the shirt and tie, for whatever reason that was. The lighting was off, so you were matched to a warm silver tie that looked cool because of the light. Might want to consider that next time. Though most people wouldn't probably notice. In fact, I am sure they wouldn't even if you pointed it out. But I'm not most people. Let's not make this any longer than it needs to be. Show me to the floor you mentioned and then we can be done.”

He followed a step behind the man as they walked to the elevators and instantly frowned. He should take the stairs, because the mere thought of being trapped in an elevator with an Alpha made him angry. Thank fuck he took a higher dose that morning.

When the metal box finally opened he stepped inside, his eyes fixed on the door. This better not take too long.

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“I am glad we can agree on that. But do not worry; the only time you will see me or interact with me is when you submit designs for the sales department. Which can also be done through an assistant. Which will be provided to you, as per the contract.” The door closed and he hit the button, not looking at the man.

And then it hit him.
A faint scent, something sweet and flowery that he didn't recognize. But it was nice.

Probably a perfume, the women working in his building always wore some. Or perhaps and Omega used the elevator as their scent always seemed to linger long enough for him to find. Regardless, he was only here with this... Beta. Delta maybe. And he didn't seem to realize there was a scent at all.

Lucky bastard.

The door finally opened after a long minute, leading straight onto the design floor. Tables and desks, cabinets, chairs and mannequins, so much furniture packed into the large open space.

“This will be your personal office. All equipment has been provided, so if anything is missing, do let me know and I will see what I can do. Starting tomorrow, this will be your domain.” He turned to look at the new designer who was inspecting a sewing machine, then a mannequin. Was something not right?

“Hm, not all equipment, but I will fix that tomorrow. Also the cloth I will need for specific designs... a storage. Oh yes, I can already see what needs to be moved where.” The man was muttering as he walked around from one side of the space to another. What was he doing? “Alright, this will be perfect. Yes, this spot. Gotta move the podium, but I'll do that tomorrow.” He looked at the mannequins and chuckled. “So basic.”

“Your assistant can help you with anything else you may need.” Reaching into his jacket he took out a business card and handed it to the man who took it with a bit of hesitation. “Contact me in case you need something important. Just don't bother me tonight. I have plans.” He enunciated the word clearly.

“Yea, sure I will. Just how closely will I have to work with you? I don't get along with your kind, if that wasn't obvious enough. And I don't want any of the staff endangered because of that, either.” Once more he stared at him, a defiant look in his eyes.

“Not too closely, I hope.” Turning on his heel, Nines began to walk to the elevator, taking out his phone to message the guy he was picking up later. Calling the elevator he glanced over his shoulder.

“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Reed. And welcome to Lifewear.”

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“What a damn prick!” Tossing his jacket on the back of a chair he dropped the pizza box on the coffee table, then headed straight to the kitchen. Nothing like a cold beer at the end of the day.

Fighting the need to chug it, Gavin plopped onto the couch instead and turned the TV on, pulling the box next to himself. Yes, this was what he needed to unwind after dealing with someone like Nines Anderson.

He met one son, so there was another one he had yet to deal with. And then the father himself. Hank Anderson, a man who made it big years ago and now designers fought amongst each other to be featured by his brand. And he, who decided on a whim to send his badly written CV, was accepted. Even with his someone absurd terms. It made him grin.

Half a pizza and two beers later he was on his feet and packing a huge backpack. Designs he worked on prior to applying that he could utilize, a few jackets he wanted to rework, but most of all...

Carefully he packed the antique sewing machine into the original coffer to carry it. It was still perfectly functional and the one big thing he splurged on, aside from this damn house. He had to buy it since he ran out of space in his apartment. The hand crank was polished and the machine without any damage. Cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth it.

He had papers that proved the one and only Christian Dior used it. Long ago, but to him it was an irreplaceable piece of history. And everything he ever made on it turned into a hit. Even the most basic concept piece, down to the simplest one, became the lead of his collections.

He knew it had to come.

Once he had everything packed up he grabbed another beer and resumed watching whatever nonsense was on TV. Something about a detective or something. Better than the evening news and easy to relax to. Not that he felt even a little bit excited about his new job.

Yes, that was definitely a lie. But nobody was around to call him out on it.

Once he finished another slice of pizza and his last beer, Gavin was ready for bed. He did his usual routine of shower, trimmed down his stubble because he couldn't be bothered in the morning, and took his meds.

Being an Omega sucked. But in a world controlled by the strong and powerful, he made his way to the top on his own. And if he had to spend the rest of his life taking pills and more, so be it. He would never be claimed for as long as he lived.

It helped that he had the one thing that made Omega males desirable to their partners removed years ago. The scar he had left faded into nearly nothing and nobody was the wiser. Except for his own family, of course, and the doctor who assured him his pheromones would lessen over time.

Well, that was bullshit from what he could tell, but nothing could be done about that.

“Tomorrow... hope I won't have to deal with that asshole. Fuck knows what he's capable of.” Tugging the covers over himself he stared at his phone, scrolling or a while, making little notes on what he wanted to do and work on, then eventually set it down and closed his eyes to finally get some sleep.

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“So, how did the date go?” Connor poured a second cup of coffee for himself and brought the two he made to Nines' desk, taking a seat opposite his brother once he set the cups down. The older Anderson had a softer look, but there was still the unmistakable aura of an Alpha around him.

Of course he would come and check up on him. Connor always has been the meddling sort and that hasn't changed in adulthood. Taking his role as the older brother seriously, the man had a poker face even he had trouble encrypting.

“It was fine. Nothing special. And I am not planning to see him again. The man was an Omega.” Nines grimaced as he took the coffee cup and took a small sip. Annoying. When Connor laughed he raised an eyebrow. “What? You know how I feel about them. Or the prospect of having kids. Not happening. And I am not taking any risks with anyone.”

“Oh, lighten up. You could always just happen to fall in love with one and then what?” The older Anderson chuckled.

“Not going to happen. I don't believe in love, anyway.” He ignored the chuckle from his brother and glanced at the clock.

“Fine, have it your way, but I know you're wrong. Now, how about you tell me about our new designer?” Nines let out an annoyed sigh.

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The backpack alone was enough to attract attention, but it was the large and heavy coffer that did it. Along with the fact that instead of his bike he took the car and he hasn't bothered to get it cleaned in... months. So when he entered the tall building through the main door and made his way to the receptionist where he was supposed to pick up the ID and access card.

His clothes didn't help his looks. Ripped jeans, an old band shirt, and heavy boots, accented with his favourite worn leather jacket. He didn't look like he belonged in the building or anywhere near it.

The receptionist was a different one than yesterday, but he didn't care. Presenting his personal ID he gave the faintest of nods.

“Hey, Gavin Reed. I'm supposed to pick up things here so I can head to the 22nd floor.” She eyed him for a moment, then gave him a smile that could be described as professional and cold.

“I'm sorry, sir, but there seems to be a mistake. Our security will gladly help you find your way out and to a place that can help you.” One of those men was already walking over.

“Oh, for fuck's sake!” Taking out his phone he quickly found the number he needed. “Asshole better pick up... hey! If you touch that I swear I will hurt you!!” Snarling at the man reaching for the coffer he physically placed himself between it and the security guard.

The phone kept ringing and his impatience levels were climbing.

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When his phone rang he was almost grateful for the distraction, but the unknown number made him frown. Still, he answered, figuring that dealing with a spam call was easier than dealing with Connor.

“Nines Anderson-” Instantly he heard yelling. Words he couldn't make out, but there seemed to be threats of force and police. “What in the world...”

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“Finally! You better get your ass down here and tell your little minions who I am before I wipe the floor with their asses! Seems like the secretary can't recognize an ID card when shoved under her plastic nose. Tell your damn goons to back off before I put them through a sewing machine and make them into Siamese twins!!” Seethed with anger now, Gavin stood between the exasperated security guard and his things.

“This is Gavin Reed!!” He yelled into the phone. And for a brief moment he began to wonder if this all has been just an elaborate joke at his expanse.

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“I'm coming right now!” Nines was already on his way, anger displayed in his features as he took the elevator down, adjusting his tie along the way. He gave clear instructions to the secretary and a description of Gavin Reed. How did someone always manage to mess up?

“What on earth is going on here?” He called out the moment the doors opened. Not that he needed an explanation, but it stopped the commotion. The security men were halted in their tracks, staring at their boss, the secretary trying to sputter an excuse, and right there among them was his new designer, yelling something about Dior and assholes.

All this mess centred around that damn man.

Gavin Reed stood there, surrounded by security personnel and both parties ready to fight. The backpack on the ground has seen better days, and the wooden box was beaten and rather old. What was he doing? Even the designer himself looked like he came from a second-hand store.

“You morons! This is Gavin Reed, our new designer. Are you unable to comprehend simple instructions? I clearly told you to have him admitted in and his documentation is on your desk! Did you even bother to look at his ID?” The receptionist seemed to shrink as the man spoke and the security personnel quickly returned to their posts, one nearly tripping over the wooden box.

“Careful you shithead! You almost destroyed a piece of history!” The designer was checking the box over as the scent hit Nines. Same as yesterday, only stronger. And this time he could distinctively tell one of the notes. Lilac. Fragrant and sweet and tantalizing.

“You expect everyone in the world to wear suits and ties? Better go tell that to Steve Jobs!” The designer was still yelling when Nines held out his documents in a white envelope, not saying a word until the man took it with one word as a reply. “Thanks.”

“If you are quite done, come along. I will personally escort you to your floor. Do you... need any help?” Motioning to the backpack and coffer, Nines barely glanced at them too closely. He would get someone to carry them, of course. He wasn't getting his hands or clothes dirty and judging by the state and age of those things, they would definitely mess his clothes up. Though he was rather interested in the scent that seemed to linger. The receptionist was an Omega as far as he knew, so it might have been her.

“Pass. I'm not letting anyone touch the machine and you Alphas are not known to be gentle.” Whether with people or with things. The man took the backpack, then the box, and carried both to the elevator. Nines walked beside him, electing not to reply to that highly offensive comment. He just needed to get away from that scent in the lobby.

But once they were in the elevator and the door closed, the scent seemed to linger. Amplify even. And when it got even stronger he finally recognized the other note. Lilac and vanilla. Of course. He should have known this intense fragrance from the start. Could this be a perfume? His mind instantly wandered to all the famous names, from BVLGARI to YSL, but no specific perfume with these notes came to mind.

“Anything specific you want me to work on? Because otherwise I'm just gonna do my shit and what I think is best.” He would start with the lingerie since it left so much to be desired. Truly, he had better things from Target.

“Work on whatever you want and think that needs updating.” This was not good. The fragrance was stronger and he was quick to realize it was no perfume. Pheromones. “Here, your file and identification. Inside is everything you'll need. I have something I need to do.” The elevator doors opened and he rushed out, not giving a damn what floor he was on. That scent amplified in the elevator, surrounded him, and he didn't appreciate the effect it had on him. Some Omega must have taken the elevator earlier.

“Hey, you alright there?” Gavin called after the man, but the door was already closing and he never got an answer.

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“Weirdo...” The designer muttered as he stepped out on his floor, making sure to head straight for the small office in the corner. It unlocked with his ID and he set the coffer down at last. His hand was cramping from carrying so much heavy shit. But first things first.

It took only a minute to find a lockable drawer. Putting his emergency meds inside he locked it and put the small key on the lanyard with his ID. Perfect. And he could always claim it was for others and him just looking out for them. Nobody would find out. Especially not that damn, stuck-up Alpha. At least there was no way he would need to deal with him anytime soon.

Taking his headphones out of the backpack he quickly connected them to his phone and turned the music up. Heavy metal always went well with his creative spirit. Glancing around the large, empty floor he grinned. Yes, he could definitely get some work done without anyone else breathing down his neck! Putting the headphones on he walked to the drafting table, setting his tablet to the side and cracked his knuckles.

Now... time to get to work!

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Another cloth delivery came in, along with his food, and Gavin had to coordinate both at the same time. The large space was being filled with more and more material he would need, but only one person actually worked there.

And it was bliss.

Nobody bothered him since he started there, no other people coming and going, asking him questions, getting in his personal space, and being general nuisances. He had the whole floor to himself and could play his loud music and organize things the way he wanted to, leave things out without anyone messing with the placement or order. But nothing could last forever, could it?

After he finished the initial designs for the underwear collection, Gavin set off on the jackets. Something that could be worn to an office or a night out, something more out there, with clean lines and not too-extravagant, but not a classic that one could purchase in any department store they would enter.

With metal music in his headphones, he worked on the mannequin, but something didn't look right. No matter how he pinned the cloth, it looked out of place on these standard figurines. Frowning as he stared at it he never heard someone enter the floor or speak to him. Not until someone touched his shoulder and he jumped.

“Fucking hell! Who are you? Didn't they tell you not to startle people?” Taking his headphones off he stared at the young man who looked terrified. Shit.

“I... sir, I called your name several times. I thought they told you I would be coming today.” They?

Gavin blinked, staring at the other, trying to figure out what he was talking about and who he was. Why he was there. And then it clicked.

“Shit, right, sorry. I forgot about that. So you're... uh...”

“Josh. Josh McMillan. I'm your new assistant. I-I thought Mr. Anderson told you.” The poor man looked terrified and Gavin felt like the asshole he was. Sighing he nodded and set the headphones down on a nearby table.

“Sorry about that, Josh. Gavin Reed. To be honest, I forgot that I wouldn't be working alone here. But I could definitely use someone to help out around here. So, what can you do?” It was as if a switch flipped inside the other and he smiled.

“I am to be your right hand, Mr. Reed. Anything from organizing meetings, orders, dealing with paperwork, hiring new staff for your department-”

“More people?” He wasn't excited about that at all.

“Of course. By the end of the month you should have at least a dozen staff to work on your designs and help with anything you need. Me being one of them. So that leaves at least eleven.” Josh really seemed to be enthusiastic about this whole thing.

He had that innocent air around himself, with his auburn hair and light freckles, and an air of eagerness that wasn't yet destroyed. And he definitely wasn't an Alpha.

“McMillan, huh? Scottish?” Gavin asked as he walked back to the mannequin to continue working. Maybe small talk would help him figure out what wasn't right about the prototype he was working on.

“I think so. I haven't really left the US though.” The young man continued to stand there, eyes fixed on the unusual designer.

“A pity. Let me know if you ever want to go to Scotland. I spent many summers there as a kid. Hell, it's why I became a designer in the first place. Great-grandpa used to have a shop up in Edinburgh. Custom made kilts. So when he had to keep me entertained when it was a busy day he had me learn how to sew and here I am now.” Gavin took a step back again. “Shit, this just doesn't look right, does it? These damn mannequins are all so cookie-cutter perfect and unrealistic.” He stabbed the next pin right into the face of the damn thing.

“Should I look into ordering a new one? Maybe a different one, sir?” Gavin sighed.

“Nah, it's fine. I will figure something out. And please, just call me by my name, alright? Calling me sir makes me feel older than I am.” And he wasn't even thirty yet. “There's some pizza over there if you're hungry. I'm gonna work on getting us a coffee machine, too. I drink that stuff by gallons.”

“Just let me know your preferences and I can get it for you by tomorrow. Perhaps even by the end of today. Oh, and I have brought a few CVs with me that the company received when word got out you started to work for Lifewear. Well, more than a few perhaps.” How could someone be so eager on their first day?

“Josh... you're an Omega, aren't you?” Gavin stared at the young man and watched his face redden. Spot on. That kind of aura was something he would need to control.

“H-how did you-”

“I'm really good at guessing these things, trust me. Anyway, don't worry about that. I will make sure those damn Alpha brothers stay away from this department. And you don't have to worry about me either. Best to make sure the staff you want to hire also feel safe.” Taking a drink from the obnoxiously large cup of coffee, Gavin touched the key hanging on the lanyard around his neck. “I always keep some emergency meds on me as well, so let me know if you need any. Force of habits, I guess. I had an Omega friend and it wasn't always pleasant for him.” Which wasn't a lie. But the same could be said about him.

“That's... kind of you.” Though a bit nervous, Josh smiled. “My old boss was the worst Alpha to be honest, so I am relieved that you're my boss now.”

“Your what now? I'm not anyone's boss.” he sputtered.

“Technically and practically, you are my boss. Mr.-... Gavin. But don't worry, I won't get in the way. And the Alphas who work here are really nice. The older Anderson brother looked me in the eye and all, treated me like an equal.” Josh still looked nervous as Gavin scoffed.

“Because everyone is fucking equal. All this shit about what one is pisses me off. Not to mention that fated pair bullshit everyone feeds into. Alphas think that they can do as they please, take what they want. Those types better stay off this damn floor.” And away from him.

Now Josh looked uncomfortable and Gavin almost felt bad. “When my mother found out I was an Omega she actually cried. She thought I would get attacked somewhere, but I never was. Guess I got lucky. And maybe one day I can find someone nice and have a family.” A dreamer. The boy was a dreamer.

“Well, better you than me. I would rather be alone than be claimed by anyone. Helps that my personality keeps everyone away. Benefits of being an insufferable asshole.” Smirking he finished the coffee he bought in the morning, the last bits cold and gross. Not that he cared. Coffee was coffee.

“You never know. One day you could fall in love with someone.” Definitely a dreamer and Gavin chuckled.

“Hard pass. Been single all my life and plan to keep it that way.”

“So cynical. But I do believe love is possible. Oh, I was told by Mr. Anderson, Connor, that there will be a welcome party for you this Friday. And your attendance will be required.” Taking out an envelope he handed it to Gavin who stared at it. His name in neat cursive on top.

“Do I have to go? Parties suck. Especially ones like that. Nobody has any fun, you can't get, something always goes wrong and it is just so damn boring.” He read the note inside. An upscale bar and the owner of the company would be attending as well. Great. That meant the two brothers would also be present. “Are you going?”

“I-...wasn't invited. It's a party for you.”

“Consider yourself invited. If I have to go, and if it is my party, then I get to invite whomever I want.” Scoffing he walked around the mannequin again.

“Thank you. Oh, is that the new collection? I was so excited when your line of suit jackets came out, but they sold out so quickly I couldn't get my hands on one. I will definitely be more alert this time around. And those silk ties were incredible. I managed to get two!”

“Huh? Oh yea, I can get you a jacket from that line, no problem. Shit, I will need to stuff this dummy to make the jacket I want...”

“What? Are you serious? But they are no longer in production.” Stunned, Josh finally set his stuffed messenger bag down, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

“They're not. But I designed them. I still have the pattern in my head. Just let me know if you have any colour preferences. And I will need your measurements so it will be custom made only for you.” Taking the pin from before he put it in a different spot, then just shook his head and walked to the drafting table.

“L-lavender. I mean, for the interior, if that is possible.” Gavin chuckled and nodded.

“A bit broad as far as the colour spectrum goes, but I will bring some fabric samples tomorrow so you can pick. Alright. Hey, how about you find a desk or something? I mean there's plenty. I just filled the place up with cloth I need for the underwear line. Oh, just one rule. Please don't touch that old machine in my office.”

“I wouldn't dream of even going in there.”

“I wouldn't dream of going to a party filled with cocky alphas and their tasteless food, yet here I am. Ugh, seriously, why can't there ever be good, normal food at those events? It's always fish eggs and duck liver shit and that's just disgusting. Pizza is cheaper and much better.”

“You really seem to hate alphas...” Josh commented as he set his bag on one of the desks. “They're not all bad. Mr. Anderson was really nice.”

“I just hate the damn system and how everything is supposed to work. And the Anderson I met was an arrogant man hiding behind a fake smile. But hey, as long as you're happy, find yourself a nice Alpha to settle down with and all that. Good for you, I mean it. But that's not a life for me.” And it never would be.

“You don't want to settle down and have kids?”

“Definitely not. Especially the kids part. I like my life the way it is. I can do and create what I want without anyone in the way. If I want company I can always get a cat in the future. Hey, the pizza over there is still warm. Grab some. I put some waters in the mini fridge, too.”

“You know, you're really different from people I worked with in the past. You're like... nice. You treat me like a person.” Gavin stopped drafting and gave him a confused frown.

“Why wouldn't I? You are a person.” So ridiculous. He missed the smile the younger man gave him and returned to work. Best to keep busy if he wanted all designs done before the damn party. He hated the idea of dealing with Nines again.

“You're so strange. Oh, the party is more casual as far as dress-code goes, but... maybe some nice slacks would be better? Not that what you're wearing it not nice, but it's not exactly-... um.”

“Appropriate? Yea, this is what I normally wear when working. Can't expect someone afraid to get a crease on their trousers to be able to do their best.” And the security never stopped him either, though the damn secretary kept glaring each time he walked by. Especially when he wore ripped jeans. Now he wore them out of spite.
“Fine, I get it. I will wear a shirt, but there is no fucking way I am wearing a tie or slacks. I have some jeans with no holes.” But that was as far as he was willing to compromise.

Looking over his shoulder he smirked. “I got some time to kill. How about getting those measurements so I can get started on that jacket?”

---

“This is boring and awful and I hate it and I want to go home.” Gavin whined on their way to the bar for his welcome party. Josh decided to call them a taxi so they could go together and he approved of the idea, but that didn't stop him from complaining all the way there.

“It will be fine. You will get to know the people who work for Lifewear, mingle, maybe even make a friend or two!” Josh was trying to cheer him up, but Gavin just rolled his eyes.

“I don't need friends...” He muttered.

He complied as far as the dress-code went. A dark blue button down, as promised. But he hadn't bothered with anything else. His jeans were a plain black, his face unshaven because he couldn't be arsed, and his hair was always a lost cause.

The place was posh, just from the looks of it. And he knew what it looked like on the inside, too, since this wasn't his first time there. And each time he hoped it would be the last.

At least it wasn't filled with people. Mostly executives from different departments, all putting the latest fashions on display as they mingled.

“Gavin Reed! The man of the hour!” Someone called his name and instantly he felt alert. A man was making his way towards him and for a moment he saw Nines, but instantly saw the differences. Features were softer, his eyes brown, and he was a little shorter. But the suit he wore cost more than some people earned in a month and the tie he wore was one Gavin created.
“Welcome and thank you for coming. I am Connor Anderson, you met my brother before. I love your work. Those silk highlight ties you made as part of last year's winter collection... I bought one in each style. Maybe two. Come, let me introduce you to my father. He's been eager to meet you.”

“Yea, it's easy to design things for others. Can't understand though why anyone would wear ties.”

“Some of us like it. Come, this way.”

Gavin wanted to argue that it wasn't necessary, but Connor was an Alpha. And he could not start a fight with one here, or ever. Especially if the Alpha was the boss's son. So he shook the man's hand and followed him.

Hank Anderson was unmistakable. Hair white, but downright impeccable, and a bespoke dark blue suit that was definitely of the highest quality. He always had an eye for these things, so it was easy to see how well-made it was. And sitting near him was Nines, looking miserable, as if he would rather be anywhere else.

At least they had one thing in common there.

“Mr. Reed. A pleasure to finally meet you.” The older man stood up and held out his hand. Gavin didn't miss the eye-roll from Nines. Asshole.

“Yea, likewise. Nice to meet the man in charge of everything.” He admitted.

“I heard of the incident you had when starting with us and would like to extend my apologies. I'm glad Nines was able to clear that up for you.”

“Yea, that was a real nice welcome. He did deal with the situation quickly though, so that was good. Anyway, I'm almost done on the new line of underwear. No offence, but the way things are now I can go to Target and get the same. So I figured I would make some improvements. Once the wanted designs are selected I can have the collection ready by the end of the month.” Ignoring Nines he focused on the older Anderson instead.

“That quickly? I assumed you would make a quick debut with our company, but this is even faster than I anticipated. Wonderful. Nines, you better be ready. There will be no slacking off with this one.”

The younger brother tipped his drink back before finally looking at Gavin. And he looked really annoyed as well. “I am always ready. But a good design also needs a good presentation, so I do hope you have a plan.”

He smirked.

But Gavin did as well.

“Of course. I have combined my hatred of formal wear with the necessity for it when needed. The new line of underwear will be presented with a teaser for a new jacket I am working on.” He stared straight at the man. “In a way you inspired me, I guess. I may need you to stand in for a mannequin as you are used to jackets and in charge of things.”

So many needles to poke him with by accident.

“I can make anything look good. Even poorly done, rushed designs.” Nines spat back and Gavin narrowed his eyes. Hank looked between the two, then chuckled.

“It seems you two will get along. Nines does need someone to keep him fired up and you may just be the person he needs.” He patted Nines on the shoulder as the man got up and went to the bar, probably to get another drink.

“As long as he doesn't get in the way or try to insert himself into my creations, I'm fine with dealing with him. And he doesn't need to worry about poorly done or rushed designs. As if I would ever do something ridiculous like combining two not matching shades of black. It is my job to create and his to market the things I make. I'm fine with that.”

“I see you have clear ideas about working with him.” Hank frowned. “I am aware that at your last company there were some problems with the Alphas who work there. And while I am not keen on the details, at Lifewear we have a zero tolerance policy for such things and won't tolerate such behaviour. Especially not from my own sons. There is nothing more despicable than an Alpha attacking another person.” Hank finished his own drink, setting the glass down.

Gavin was shocked. He didn't expect to hear something like that from the founder and owner himself, but it made him feel somewhat better. Downright speechless he wondered if it was possible that some Alphas were in fact nice. Maybe he had been wrong...

“Um, yea, no, I don't think there will be any problems. My assistant is an Omega, but I can take over dealing with any Alphas so he doesn't have to. We are all professionals after all.” For the first time he cracked a faint smile. “Thanks, Mr. Anderson.”

“Not at all. Tonight's tab is on me, so please, enjoy yourself.” The man patted his shoulder before wandering off to talk to someone else and Gavin was happy to abscond to the bar, only to find his way blocked by Nines.

“Well, you sure won him over, didn't you?” The man was glaring at him now. “You really think I would attack someone just because of what I am? How insulting. We're not mindless animals.”

And Gavin glared right back. “And I'm not a fool. I have seen what you guys can do. Especially those who claim to be always in control and then they aren't and blame the others. Even with all the expensive meds and surgeries Omegas have to take. You have no idea what it is like for them to live in constant fear.”

“And you do?” Nines spat back. “You have no idea who I am, Reed. Just enjoy the party. I thought you were trying to avoid me anyway.”

“You have no idea who I am, either, with how you judge me from the moment you saw me, so we are fucking even.” All he wanted was to get to the bar and not deal with this man. “Enjoy something I hate, how cute. You look just as happy to be here as I do. Let me guess, you would rather be on another date.”

“I don't date anyone I work with and that goes double for any Omega, at work or outside of it.” Nines got his drink and drank all of it at once. Gavin would be impressed if he cared. “The last thing I need is a damn kid.” The last part was barely a whisper.

“Well, we can agree on that at least. Kids are overrated. Now, if you would excuse me, I need to find out what is the proper etiquette when it comes to leaving a party thrown for you.” He walked past the man to get to the bar and get a beer. A light one, too. There was no chance he would let his guard down around these pricks.

According to the Internet, nobody really knew and there was no good result to rely on. So he decided that he would stick around for an hour, then make an excuse and go home. In the meantime the designer chose to hide at the bar and drink his beer while playing games on his phone, draining the battery. He caught glimpses of the Andersons now and then, but nobody came to talk to him.

---

Nines saw the new designer sit by himself at the bar, staring at the phone screen and ignore everything happening around him. Rude, but understandable, as he was doing the same. Bored out of his mind, the man just kept watching people and drinking, waiting for any of the alcohol to take effect. It always took a while for any Alpha to feel effects of alcohol, which could also be an advantage.

He finished another drink, about to step outside for some fresh air and maybe make an excuse to leave when he saw it.

A young man standing near the bar and a man getting a bit too close to him. And the young man looked clearly uncomfortable, downright trapped by the bigger man. Wasn't that Reed's new assistant? But it was as he stepped closer that it hit him. The scent. The unmistakable scent of an Omega in heat. It assaulted him and made him dizzy. Instantly he knew what was happening.

“You should step away.” Nines growled as he grabbed the man's shoulder to pull him away from the Omega. “Now. I know what you are trying to do and that's not going to happen.” The scent got even stronger the more distressed the assistant got. “Reed!”

---

The beer was stale, but he kept drinking it because he didn't care, draining the battery on his phone even more. But the moment a familiar voice called his name he was alert, locating the source and cursing rather loudly, earning himself a scoff from a nearly woman.

“Reed! Get the kid out of here! Now!” Nines was flushed, keeping a firm grip on another man who was a bit too close to Josh.

And then he smelled the familiar scent and cursed again. “Alright, come on, shit is getting really bad and I think we should get you home.”

“I'm sorry, sir. I swear I didn't know this would happen. The pills sometimes cause false heats and-!” Josh was almost shaking, but Gavin just kept pulling him along and to the entrance, then outside. The scent was a bit odd... shit.

“It's fine, not your fault. False heats are a thing. But damn, how sensitive is Nines? For a false heat to affect someone this much was not unheard of, but the reaction was powerful. A true heat would be much worse.

He watched the man who tried to get close to Josh try to follow, only to be slammed into a wall by Nines himself. And the man didn't look well. Security rushed to get the man as Nines stumbled outside, followed by Connor.

The reaction was powerful indeed.

His pupils were dilated and he was panting, his pulse probably up as well. Like a shot of adrenaline rushing through him. Gavin placed himself between him and Josh on instinct, already reaching into his pocket for the emergency pills he always carried.

“Are you okay, sir? I'm sorry, those pills-” Josh tried to step forward, but Nines held his hand up the same moment Gavin used his arm to keep him back.

“Don't come too close. It's fine, not your fault, but don't get close. I can't be near you right now, understand?” His hand was shaking, Gavin noticed. Connor was already there, but looked worried, as if he expected something else to be happening. But once he saw that Josh was fine he relaxed. Unaffected. What was this? Weren't they both Alphas? Why was Nines reacting like this, whereas Connor stood there all calm and shit?

“Apologies, my brother is a bit more sensitive than average. That's why he doesn't usually work with Omegas.” So that was it. Made sense, but the reaction was still intense.

“Yea, Josh probably has some shitty pills and need something better. That fucker just decided to get close in a public space like that and thought he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.” Seething with anger on Josh's behalf, Gavin looked at the young man, then back to Nines. Laboured breathing...

“Company insurance usually takes two weeks to kick in, but I will personally cover any medical expanses necessary. I will take care of my brother from here on.” Josh was right. Connor did sound nice. And Gavin didn't trust that at all. Something was off about the man and he would find out exactly what it was.

“Look, I will get Josh home and make sure he's fine. We can talk about anything important tomorrow. You better take care of Nines.” Looking at Connor he gently nudged Josh towards the street. “Let me get a taxi and I will take you home.”

“Yes, that will be for the best. I will take care of my brother and let you know the details of what transpired once we get the camera footage. That man is not an employee of Lifewear.” Connor's voice was oddly cold when he spoke.

“Great, you do that. Take care.” Getting a taxi was at least easy in this part of town. Once in he sighed and closed his eyes. “Well, that was definitely something else.”

“I'm sorry for ruining your party, sir.” Genuinely sad, Josh stared at his knees.

“Ruining it? You basically gave me an excuse to finally leave. Not the way I would do it, but it worked. But for real, the false heat is usually caused by incompatible pills. Maybe skip work tomorrow and go to a doctor. See if you can get a different prescription. I will manage one day without you.” Poor kid. Barely a week in a new job and already he had to deal with such crap.

Taking him home, Gavin made sure to give him the emergency pills he carried and reminded him to bring the hospital bill with him to work later, then took the same taxi to his place. What a night.

But as he sat on his couch and stared at the late-night news, he started to wonder about the reaction Nines had. How in spite of it he was able to stay in control and help Josh. He never met an Alpha who had such a strong reaction to a false heat, much less one who was still able to retain control of himself.
He hated that he was impressed by that, but there was no helping it. Connor might be the nicer brother, but Nines was the good one as far as Gavin could tell.

“Fuck... can't believe I'm actually doing this.” Getting up he changed into a ratty T-shirt that he had since college and a pair of sweatpants, then went to his work room. Possibly the biggest room of the house that he converted when he bought the place. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He had enough practice not to need a pattern, but took his sweet time selecting the proper cloth and pattern he wanted. A classic tie needed about an hour, but this was not a classic or basis design. He worked for three hours before he was satisfied with the finished piece once he ironed it to perfection. Setting it in a velvet box, one of the few he still had with his logo on it, Gavin finished his beer and sighed.

Tomorrow would be annoying.

---

He grabbed a second coffee to go on his way to work the next day. Though he hadn't slept much, he felt perfectly fine. Didn't even feel the need to flip off the security or the secretary as he headed to the elevator. But instead of going to his floor he headed to Nines's. Strange to think that two weeks ago he was there for the first time and never saw him again until the party. And now he willingly came there.

“Hey, I got something for Nines. Can you give this to him? As thanks for yesterday. He'll understand. Probably.” Setting the box and the coffee on the secretary's desk he tried to sound as normal as possible.

“I'm sorry, but Mr. Anderson asked not to be disturbed by anyone under any circumstances” The secretary looked nervous for a moment, glancing around before looking at Gavin. “Has... anything happened? He never acts like this, but he didn't look well this morning. Should I call medical to check up on him? He's been there alone all morning and hasn't come out...”

“For fuck's sake... no, he doesn't need a doctor. He needs a kick in the ass.” Gavin grabbed the coffee and box.

“Sir, he told me nobody should disturb him-” She started, but Gavin shrugged.

“He said that to you. Not me. I don't have time to waste. Order him some food, maybe something sweet like pancakes or donuts. That will perk him right up.” And with that he knocked on the door, not even bothering to wait for a reply, and entered.

“What did I-oh.” Nines turned in his chair with a glare, but that was replaced by a look of surprise. And he didn't look well. Dark circles under his eyes and his hair was not perfectly styled. His jacket was off and with his sleeves rolled up he looked almost casual. The dark circles aside, it was a good look on him.

“Yea, yea, do not disturb and shit. Sorry, don't care. Just dropping by to say thanks for saving the kid yesterday. And to tell you that you look like shit.” Gavin set the coffee down on his desk, then the box. “I mean it though. Not the second part. The thanks.” Shrugging he made his way back to the door. “Inside is something you can wear with any shade of black! So you don't look so ridiculous next time.” He was joking. Somewhat. “I told the secretary to get you something sugary.”

“Wait!” Gavin stopped and turned around. Nines sat up in his chair. “Tell him I'm sorry about what happened. I would do so myself, but I'm not in the best state right now.” He didn't expect the man, an Alpha, to look genuinely upset about what happened. Was he really that wrong about him? No, that couldn't be.

“He was scared for a bit, but mostly felt guilty about causing trouble. Thought he ruined the evening, but I was glad to get out of there. Same probably goes for you, right? Anyway, eat something and when you're done, try out your present. I gotta get to work if I want that jacket to be done on time with the undies. See ya around!”

And with that he was gone, going back to his own floor feeling a lot better. And maybe smiling a little.

---

The odd interaction left him feeling better and Nines took the coffee Gavin brought along, sniffing it. Plain black. Taking a few sips he set it down again and took the box. Greed was embedded on top of the soft velvet in silver. A box for a tie, he knew that just from looking.

He didn't know what to expect when he opened it, but it certainly wasn't a luxurious silver piece like that. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and the pattern displayed hibiscus flowers so faintly it showed only in certain angles. Unravelling it he instantly knew it would be the perfect size. How did Gavin know that?

And then he smelled it. The scent that seemed to be around lately wafted towards him and as he brought the tie to his nose it became even more intense. The scent was there, clinging to the fabric. To Nines it was the most tantalizing smell.

Was Gavin around Josh before? Or maybe the cloth he made the tie from? He would probably need to have it cleaned so he could wear it, but for now he just put it neatly into the box. But it was probably the nicest gift he ever received from anyone other than his parents and brother.

Maybe Gavin Reed wasn't that much of an asshole after all.

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Doing nice things for others has never been his thing, but giving Nines that tie as thanks made him feel somewhat better. And the more he thought about the way the man acted the night before, the more he began to doubt that all Alphas were assholes.

Well, his father wasn't. And his brother was only a half-asshole.

Getting out of the elevator on his floor he dropped his bag near the desk he used more often and glanced around the empty space. Right. Josh was out today and they hadn't hired anyone new yet, so he was on his own. And he was fine with that.

First things first.

Gavin spent two hours working on the underwear designs, reinforcing the seams and adding lace to certain sections, testing the fit on the mannequins since he had no other option. Something was still missing... but he would figure that out later. Right now he had two jackets to deal with.

The one he promised Josh came first. Thankfully, two days ago the man selected the colour and pattern he wanted for the inner lining, so now Gavin could do as he pleased with the rest.

He sent Josh an update message on how things were progressing and the younger man sent him info on his predicament. Currently at a hospital, about to get new meds, but he was doing well. Good.

And this was what he loved. Making things that would give people joy, that would procure a smile on their face. Happily sewing away as metal played in his headphones, the man worked for a few hours, then took a break to get some coffee, and resumed working on the Lifewear jacket he wanted to include in the collection. Nobody disturbing him, getting in his way, asking questions or talking to him, yes, this was perfection.

---

He kept opening the little box to touch the silky tie, fiddle with it, stare at it, and the temptation to wear it was great. But the scent stopped him. It had to be an Omega, probably Josh or someone who was around the cloth Gavin used to make this, but he liked it. Instead of making his head foggy it made him feel delighted and eager, which wasn't that great either. So for now, he kept it in the decorative box.

Tomorrow he would wear it for sure.

His secretary kept checking up on him even after the food was delivered, but he felt better after the brief visit from Gavin. The man was not as bad as he tried to make himself appear, which was almost intriguing. Maybe they could get along. It wasn't unheard of that Alphas and others got along well.

What was he anyway? A Beta? No, too feisty and arrogant for that. A Gamma or a Delta then, and Nines was leaning towards the latter. But not an Omega. Nines would have sensed it long ago. One more reason why they could get along easily.

It was past noon when he finished his work for the day and boredom set in. No new tasks or assignments, nothing to deal with, not even an email to reply to. And he really hated being bored.

One more glance at the tie and he made up his mind, standing up and grabbing the paper bag on his desk. Since Gavin brought him coffee, might as well return the favour.

And see what the designer he was meant to supervise was up to.

---

“This doesn't look right... fuck!” Gavin stepped away from the mannequin, his eyes darting over individual parts of the jacket he had placed. He hated working with muslin, but he had no other choice. But this made it so much worse!

“Fuck! Who makes this shit? Have they ever even seen a human?” Yelling at nobody, Gavin walked around the figure, trying to somehow fix things, but nothing worked. Frustrated he stared at the silent figurine, wondering if he could set it on fire and if anyone would notice or mind.

He didn't notice the elevator doors opening and a man stepping out, calling his name, coming closer and closer. Right up until he felt the presence right behind him and a shudder ran through him. Snatching the headphones off he whipped around, ready to fight whoever dared to invade his personal space.

“The fuck!? I could have punched you! What were you thinking sneaking around like that?” Staring at his superior, Gavin was still tempted to hit him.

“I wasn't sneaking around. I called your name several times, in fact.” Nines looked amused and that only pissed him off more.

“I was wearing headphones. A universal sign to fuck off and I can't hear you.” Pointing to the headphones, loud metal still blasting from them, Gavin frowned. “Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't you be doing business stuff or whatever?”

“I am doing business stuff by checking up on your work.” The man countered and Gavin reconsidered punching him one more. “Anyway, I brought you some cookies.”

The designer visibly perked up at the mention of the sweet treat.

“Cookies?” His mood visibly improved.

“Well, yes. There is this little bakery I sometimes frequent and after this morning I figured something extra sweet wouldn't be bad.” The reaction from Gavin was rather amusing though. “Try them.”

“Hell yea I will!” He didn't hesitate to open the bag and reach in to grab a cookie, taking a big bite straight-away. “Fuck, that's the stuff. Wait, you're being nice.” Chewing for a moment he swallowed and narrowed his eyes. “What gives? What do you want?”

“So many things... but from you? Nothing.” The man shook his head and glanced around, taking in the room and how it changed since two weeks ago when Gavin Reed signed under their label. He definitely kept himself busy. “No, I'm bored. The other designers turned in their designs, or they are still working on them, so I decided to come down and see how you were doing.”

“The designs are over there, all finished and ready for whatever opinions you may have about them.” Gavin was still munching on the cookie, staring at Nines as the man walked over, past the mannequin, to look at the finished designs.

And then his eyes widened and he swallowed. “Hey, how tall are you?”

The man looked up, somewhat perplexed. “About 6'3, maybe a bit more. Why?”

And Gavin grinned.

“Perfect!” Get on the podium and stand straight.” Grabbing the mannequin he dragged it aside, then looked at Nines again. “What are you waiting for? I haven't got all day!” He would definitely need a chair for this.

“What on earth...” The tall man muttered, but complied, just to humour the designer. Stepping onto the small podium he stood still. “Well? What now?”

“What do you think? Stand there and don't move.” Gavin grabbed his tablet and set it nearby, then started to take measurements. Arms, shoulders, neck, forearms, chest. Everything he measured and more was added into the tablet.

“Not bad... not bad at all...” He muttered. “Hold still.” Measuring the curve of his back he put in more numbers, then moved to the front to get the precise numbers he needed. So much better than a mannequin!

---

Honestly, when he was told to stand on the podium he thought it was some strange joke. He didn't expect to be measured by the man like that.

“Am I being judged by now? I feel like I am.” But he kept still, letting the other do as he pleased. Gavin was definitely an interesting one.

But as the man kept shifting around, he smelled something sweet. Vanilla and something familiar. It made him want to lean in. Sniffing the air he finally moved to look at him. “What cologne are you wearing? I cannot tell, which is unusual.” So familiar...

“Huh? I'm not wearing any. Forgot about it this morning.” Nines frowned for a moment. No cologne? What was this scent then?

“Maybe it's the shampoo then...” He concluded, as it was the most sensible option left. Gavin didn't seem to argue, either.

“Yea, sure.” The designer muttered as he punched in the last numbers as far as the upper portion of Nines's body went. Now for the weird part. “Alright, stand still, don't be an asshole.”

“Don't you usually use dolls for this? What's wrong with the one over there.” Nodding towards the discarded mannequin, Nines was rather curious why he was put in this role. Hell, why did he even oblige in the first place? He had to be going mad.

“Those only have standard measurements that don't fit any human being ever. Not that yours are standard, either, but since you are the inspiration for this jacket it only makes sense that I tailor it to fit you.” The man smirked before starting to take leg measurements. “I doubt this is awkward for you, since the trousers you have on are definitely tailored to fit you. That is the big difference between something off the rack and something made to fit. You'll see once his jacket is ready.” The man continued, putting numbers into his tablet whilst muttering to himself.

---

“Are you tailoring this design for me specifically?” Gavin hear the question and wanted to say something witty as a comeback, but nothing came to mind.

“Wouldn't you like to know...”

He was.

But there was no fucking way he was going to tell this man. Once he had all the numbers he needed, Gavin instantly saw why the mannequins were so fucking useless. The jacket he worked on using those figurines wouldn't fit someone like Nines. And while a bespoke jacket like that would cost a lot more, those willing to pay wouldn't care about the price if they liked it.

“Alright... now for the last part. Some colour.” Grabbing a keyring with several slim key-chains, Gavin lit the first one and shone it onto Nines's forearm, then his neck, and cheek.

“So far, so good.” He did that again and again, selecting a different light each time, then put some numbers into the tablet. This jacket would be made specifically for this man and nobody else, just to piss him off.

Next came the man's hair, once more inspected with all lights to get the numbers he needed. But it was the final part of this study that made Gavin uneasy.

“Alright, now I need to look into your eyes for a bit. Don't get any ideas. It's just business.” And it was. He just needed all the possible shades Nines's eyes had in different lights to tailor the jacket properly and ensure the colour of it would make them stand out.

“My eyes?” Nines shook his head and stepped down from the pedestal, grabbing a chair. “This should make it easier. Why though?”

“So that I can get the exact colour match. Alright, don't look directly into the lights. I need the exact shades.” Gavin procured his lights once more, but hesitated before shining the first one near the man's eyes.

He put some numerical code into the tablet, then switched to a different light. Then another. Repeating the process a few times, all the while staring into the man's eyes. They were a rather intense blue, as one would expect of an Alpha.

---

He complied with the commands Gavin gave him out of amusement, but quickly realized how serious the man was about his work. Staring straight ahead as the lights kept changing he focused on the man himself instead and noticed something odd.

His eyes were not a pale blue like he thought. They were grey, downright silver even. A colour not found in the common genders. No, this eye-colour was meant to attract a potential mate and only Alphas and Omegas sported such hues. But Gavin wasn't an Omega, right? There were no pheromones as was common with them, nothing affecting the Alpha. Maybe just a gift of nature.

“I've never seen that eye-colour.” he spoke when the man shone another light near his eyes.

Gavin pulled away rather abruptly. “Yea, guess I'm fucked up like that, too.” He turned his back on the Alpha.

“I wouldn't call it fucked up.” Nines said, standing up when Gavin began to shift the cloth on the mannequin.

“I'll consider coloured lenses.” Gavin muttered, then stepped away. “There, look at that! The mannequin is useless, but with your numbers in my head I can tailor the jacket exactly the way I want to. Guess you will have to step in to model it, boss.” Grinning at the man he grabbed another cookie from the bag. “You must be really bored to be down here with me, Nines.”

How bold of him to just use his name, but it just seemed to match the bold personality. “I was. But I also wanted to see what you do. And I admit, I wasn't expecting you to be done with the underwear designs so quickly. I thought...”

“That I'm some fuck-up who cheated his way to the top and had nothing to show for it? Yea, I get that. Don't judge a book by the cover. I know what I'm doing. Hell, I'm tempted to wear something really obnoxious just to piss you off.” What could the man possibly choose that would be worse than the ripped jeans and ratty T-shirts he seemed to favour?

“I can't wait to see you try to shock me. And yes, I judged you by looks, because that's what this business is mostly about. Looks. Presenting oneself.” Nines frowned.

“So much shit... why are you are work anyway? You're the boss. You should be at home and resting up after what happened yesterday.” Still munching on the cookie, Gavin stared at him.

“I would leave, but father would have a fit if I took a day off for anything less than life-threatening. And I feel fine. Or at least, I feel better than before.” Walking around the mannequin he chose to approach the table with designs next. “Alphas can't show weakness. Especially not in our family.”

“Bullshit. What you did last night was not weakness. I met so many Alphas, but none of have acted the way you did. Hell, you defended an Omega while having to resist the false heat yourself. Which reminds me, what the hell happened? Connor looked fine, but you... it was intense. What's up with that?”

“... maybe I should leave you to your work and not interrupt any longer. I'm not feeling well anyway and it is about lunchtime as well. Anyway...” Nines took a few steps towards the elevator when he heard the designer scoff.

“Oh, running away, are you? And here I thought we were getting along for once. All right, go ahead and leave, fine with me!” His tone suggested otherwise.

But it made him stop and turn around, leaning against an empty desk.

“What I go through is hyper sensitivity. While all Alphas can sense and smell when an Omega is in heat, I... I react to them even when they are not. It doesn't make me crazy or violent, but it is difficult to be around them. My mother tried to tell father it was a legitimate condition, but he never believed that. He thinks it is just a weakness I can overcome.” Nines sighed and looked down. “There is medication to treat it, but none has worked for me. And trust me, I tried.”

Why was he even telling the man this kind of intimate detail? They weren't friends, far from it, really, but he felt like he could trust Gavin with this information.

“Shit, that sucks. I believe you on that. Omegas have been taking various meds, even undergoing surgeries to remove the ability to bear offspring, for decades. Can't believe they haven't made anything work for Alphas yet.” The man licked a bit of chocolate that was left behind from the cookie from his fingertip and Nines felt a slight chill.

“I'm surprised you know about that. Mostly only Omegas themselves and Alphas are aware of these things.” And there was no way Gavin was an Omega. Only minutes ago he was so close, yet there was nothing that would agitate him. Odd.

“Yea, I know a lot of people.” Gavin slid off the desk and grinned. “Hey, since we're getting along so well, how about you tell me what your real first impression of me was when I stepped into your office? Because I love having a brand without a face. I can dress the way I want and nobody gives a shit. It's fantastic!”

Nines raised a brow, looking the man up and down for a second, then chuckled. “I thought you were a scruffy little street rat who had no business being in my office, much less the building. You looked like trash compared to the designs you make and I refused to believe that you were the one who created Greed. But I was wrong.”

“Well, duh. It's my name. G from Gavin and Reed. Made sense. But I was never a street rat. Kinda middle-class. Dad's a detective, mum has her own salon. Older brother's in IT or some shit. I just kinda went my own way over the years and here I am now. Can't expect someone to do fashion design while dressed in suits and heels. I may not dress like it, but I know fashion better than anything. That's why I made that tie for you. It will go with any shade of any colour.” Gavin looked rather proud.

“Well, I guess taking fashion advice from someone like you could come in handy. I will take it into consideration. Though I may need to wash it first. There is this scent that still clings to it. Hell, even here in this room I can smell it. Probably Josh, since he's the only Omega on this floor.” But it wasn't bad, just an aroma lingering in the air, pleasant and relaxing.

“Y-yea, probably just that. Hey, what exactly does the scent do to you?” Gavin was staring at his phone as he asked the question.

“Did you forget the classes we all had to take? It makes my heart race, my blood flows quicker and my senses are heightened. And any strong emotion an Omega feels makes it worse. Over the years I was able to control it, but still, I don't want to imagine...” Nines shook his head, but then looked at the man again. Talking to Gavin about this seemed easy. Maybe because he wasn't an Omega. What was he, anyway?

“I hate it. I hate the thought that one heat could make me lose control. I spent my life fighting that urge, to the point where I am in control, but suffering. But I refuse to ever harm anyone else because of what I am.” Nines closed his eyes. “I stay away from Omegas. I don't date them, interact with them, and definitely don't fuck them. The last thing I want is kids. At least I can tell when an Omega is close to their heat and stay away from them. I just wish I had the option of pills like they do.”

“Pills don't always work. Some cause bad side-effects, some don't work at all. Hell, the shit Josh was on made him go into a false heat.” And Gavin himself experienced a few. “And sometimes it doesn't even have to be a heat for an Alpha to lose control...” Touching the bridge of his nose where the scar resided he smirked. “But you're doing great. And you protected Josh. Give yourself more credit, Nines. And for what it is worth, you can let me know when you will come down here and I will make sure all staff is ready. I always keep emergency meds on me, too.”

“I admit that you are turning out to be different than what I thought. And I promise to let you know when I decide to come down here.” A genuine smile appeared on his face, a rare thing.

“Told you, don't judge a book by its cover, Nines.”

“You know, most employees call me Mr. Anderson.” Nines said with a chuckle.

“Yea, but I'm not like most.” Gavin grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket. “Anyway, it's past lunchtime and I am fucking starving, so I'm gonna grab some food. You, uh... wanna come?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I don't feel like dealing with public. The cafeteria does have a lovely dressing for their salad, though.”

“Fuck salads, I want some tacos. I bet you never had some genuine street food. Something unhealthy sold straight from a truck.” Gavin knew he hit the nail on the head by the face the man made.

“Why would anyone eat food from a truck?”

“So oblivious. Alright, suit yourself. And rest up, will you? And fuck whatever your father or anyone else thinks. You defended an Omega without attacking him and still feel regrets about the situation. You're a good guy, Nines.” As Gavin headed to the elevator, Nines followed. “Or at least, you're not as much of an asshole as I initially thought.”

“Thank you... I guess? And I think I will stay and finish looking over the designs you made before heading home. Which should not take long as they look quite exquisite.” Calling the elevator he ignored the lingering scent that kept taunting him. Soft and fragrant, but not invasive at all. In fact, he found it rather lovely.

As they stepped into the elevator, the scent got stronger, but he didn't mind it. Maybe Gavin distracted him from it. How lucky that he wasn't affected by it.

---

Hanging out with Nines was not bad at all. The man was so different from the way he presented himself when they first met. Family aside, Gavin never got along with an Alpha before, and now this guy appeared and they just kinda spent time together without anything strange.

Staring at him he took his time to study his body, his figure, his posture, and then scoffed. “You know, it's a shame you haven't gone into modelling. You have the perfect proportions.”

“Are you kidding? My father would kill me. Something like that would probably be unbecoming of an Alpha and such nonsense...”

“Fuck that. Fuck all of that shit. Alpha to Omega and all in-between. Nobody chooses who they are and then they are meant to just accept some archaic rules set by who knows what? Never.” Frowning he glared at the elevator door. “You father is a fool.”

Nines appeared surprised by that, but didn't say anything. Something about the things Gavin said stuck with him. And the way he so boldly and without hesitation called his father a fool was odd. Nobody ever dared to do that, not to his face and not with such confidence. Yet Gavin didn't hold back. He was even a little bit impressed.

When the elevator door opened, Gavin frowned and stared right at the older Anderson brother standing there, looking as pleasant as ever. And he didn't believe that façade for a second. Something about Connor rubbed him the wrong way and he couldn't get over the fact.

“Why hello there.” The man greeted them and Gavin made sure to stand as far away from him as possible.”

“Hey.” He replied, just because he had to say something. Nines was more generous with his word.

“Connor, I assume you just met up with father. Let him know the next time you see him that the new catalogue is almost ready.

“I will. So, you guys were hanging out? Quite unusual to see Nines with anyone.” Gavin elected to ignore the comment and just took out his phone, checking his messages. “Anyway, what are you up to?”

“Lunch. I think I will grab something from the cafeteria, don't exactly feel like dealing with the public today.” Nines stood between them and Gavin noticed that. Good.

“You should probably rest up. Oh, about the man from yesterday; he sneaked in. Not an employee of Lifewear in the slightest, so charges can be pressed when the assistant decides to.”

“His name is Josh. And how the fuck was an outsider able to just waltz in?” Gavin looked up from his phone and straight at Connor. Yes, he didn't like this guy.

“Security was a bit lax, I admit, but there is nothing he could sue for. The company will press charges as it was a private event and he attacked an employee, and we will cover all medical expanses, of course. How about we discuss that over lunch? The cafeteria shouldn't be too full right now.”

“Nah, fuck your salads. I want tacos.” Gavin countered, sliding his phone into his pocket. He didn't expect Connor to smile.

“Wonderful. Tacos it is! I will join you. There was something I wanted to discuss with you aside from the incident.” Connor was smiling again and Gavin didn't like it.

“Whatever.”

The elevator came to a halt and he stepped out, turning around to look at Nines. “You should really get some proper food and not salads. You kinda... look like crap.” He made his description softer, but he meant it.

“I will keep that in mind. I shall see you tomorrow.” And the elevator door closed, leaving Gavin standing next to Connor.

“Shall we, then? Lead the way.”

---

The taco truck was not too far, so there was no reason to take the bike. Besides, he had Connor happily walking beside him and refused the option of taking them both or getting a car with him.

“This season is lovely. All the smells around, the flowers and perfumes, the earth itself. Wouldn't you agree?” And Gavin wouldn't.

“Just seems like a normal day. What's so special about it?” Muttering he walked straight up to the taco truck's window, getting his usual, and the same to go. Might as well. Nines was probably used to caviar and foie gras and gross shit like that. Some honest and delicious street food would be good for him. Even if only to see his face. And since he was not here to say no... Gavin grinned. Messing with someone like Nines was fun!

“I can smell a lot of scents. I have a good nose.” When they came up to the food truck the man just smiled. “Ah, your daily special, please.” Connor ordered, then gave the designer a pleasant smile. “You must be taking a really high dose. It is very faint, but I can smell it. Why though?”

He froze. “What the fuck...” Without thinking he grabbed the man by the jacket and pushed him against the side of the truck, not giving a damn that he basically assaulted his employer. “How?”

“Hey Reed! Knock it off!” The taco truck owner called as the vehicle shook.

“You know exactly what the fuck, Gavin.” The man didn't seem affected and that only annoyed him more. “I know what you are. But I want to know why you are hiding it.”

He let go of the man. “You want to know why? A fucking Alpha wants to know why? Get a fucking brain, dipshit!” Seething with anger he took a couple steps back. “Because I refuse to become a property of any Alpha. An object... a damn servant to your kind!”

“So you pretend to be something you're not? All to avoid Alphas' attention?” Connor fixed his tie and jacket, but looked far from angry. “You're aware those pills aren't good for you, with how you're using them. I am sure you think it is worth it, but you could seriously damage your body this way, Gavin. Suppressing your scent is one thing, but... when was the last time you experienced heat?”

“None of your fucking business. And nobody asked what I am, anyway.” Walking to the truck he paid for his order, still keeping a few steps away from Connor. “Shit, you think I don't know what the meds can cause? I will take an early death over being property any day. And there is no fucking way I am telling you anything about my heats, asshole. Hell, why would I tell you anything?”

“Because I' not going to tell anyone else.” Connor replied as he went to get his own food, making a slight face at the grease coating the outside of the bag. “You're putting yourself in danger, all just to avoid the attention of an Alpha...”

“You're not? Like I believe that. Shit, how the fuck do you even know? How did you find out?” My medical files are supposed to be confidential even to you! How did you find out?”

“I told you; I have a good nose. And I am not planning to tell anyone else, Gavin.” The man took a bite of his food. “Listen, this is my family's company and I care about it and the people who work there. That includes you. Delta or Omega doesn't matter. And I am worried.” Connor sighed.
“Yesterday at the party, you were instantly aware of what was happening to Josh, and what happened to him. You knew what to do. And it's not just some random experience. You show clear signs of being an Omega. Your eyes and your attitude alone are a big tell. And I could smell you today. Nines could probably as well, but hasn't realized it is you. Yet.”

“... Josh took some meds that triggered a false heat. It wasn't his fault yesterday. And Nines commented on how Josh's scent was probably lingering around.” Taking a bite of his food he frowned. “I'll up my dosage.”

“Gavin, please don't do that. You're going to hurt yourself. And the side-effects are unpredictable. What if the pills stop working?” There was almost something that could be described as genuine concern. “You could go into heat and suffer terribly. I don't want to see you hurt.”

“It's not your choice to make. And I would sooner die than be a plaything for one of your kind. Than submit. Someone like you wouldn't understand. You see the scar on my nose? Think I got it from a pair of tailoring scissors?” Gavin let out a bitter laugh.
“I broke the asshole's nose before he could take what he felt he deserved. And I will do that to every other bastard, too.”

“Believe it or not, I don't want you to submit to anyone. Not all Alphas are like that, Gavin. But what if one day you cannot stop it? What is my brother isn't aware of it? Is it worth risking both your health?”

“So what do you expect me to do? Stop taking my meds and then just spread my legs to the first Alpha that comes along like a good little bitch?” Seething with anger now, Gavin tossed his finished food in the trash. “I've lived in fear of what may happen since the start.”

“I know what it is like to lose control and attack someone.” A dark shadow crossed his face. “An Alpha's life is not all glory, power and glamour. We still feel fear of losing control and attacking someone.” The man laughed an ran his fingers through his hair. “A rut is not a fun thing. It doesn't feel good and it is not something I want to experience. None of us do. I am terrified whenever I am near an Omega because of it.”

“And yet here you are, lecturing me about the medication I take to prevent what I fear. Such a hypocrite.” He laughed, unable to stop himself. “I will keep my staff safe from any Alpha that will come along.”

“I'm not lecturing you on taking medication! I'm lecturing you on those over-the-top meds you are taking that are harmful to your own body!” Connor seemed to finally snap, getting angry. “You're going to hurt yourself and others if you don't take care!”

“If I suppress everything, there is no chance of hurting others. And if I die, at least I will die a free man. If I overdose, then it is my own damn business, Connor.” Gavin grabbed the to-go bag. “Go ahead and tell everyone, see if I give a fuck. But I will keep doing what works for me no matter what, no matter if it ends up killing me or not. So mind your own fucking business, asshole.”

“Omegas live perfectly normal lives. What makes you think that the moment you're true to yourself you'll get jumped?” Connor frowned. “If you ever find yourself in a mess because of this, you can come to me and I promise I will help.”

“Fuck you, Connor.” Gavin replied, already walking away, flipping him off for a good measure. He couldn't recall the last time he was this angry.

---

Still seething with anger as he stomped into the lobby, Gavin didn't even look at the receptionist, or the security guards. If he had, he would have seen them tense up as he repeatedly pressed the elevator button, over and over again until it arrived.

Thankfully, it was empty.

He punched the floor button and kept glaring at the screen as the watched the numbers on the screen rise, up until the floor he needed. Stepping out he didn't even look back, barely acknowledged the secretary telling him that the boss didn't want to be disturbed.

Hell, he barely knocked once before pushing the door open and slamming it shut once inside.

“Hey, brought you some real food. Oh, and for future reference, if you could keep your asshole of a brother away from me, I would appreciate it. Because if he ever talks to me again I will hit him and it won't be pretty.”

Nines was on the phone when Gavin walked in, about to reprimand whoever dared to just waltz into his office, but one look at the man's face silenced him. He had never seen that face on the man before. What could have possibly happened? Connor was usually the one people liked being around and considered friendly and pleasant.

“Gavin, wait!” Standing up he stepped around the desk, ignoring the bag staining a document with grease. “What happened?”

“If I see him on my floor I am out, contract or not! Though I expect he will talk to you soon enough. That asshole is sticking his nose into things that are none of his business!” Gavin was definitely pissed off and Nines couldn't think of a better way to stop him that to grab his hand. He had to find out what happened.

“I wish I could fix this. I don't know what he did to make you this upset, but I promise I will keep him away from you. He doesn't have anything to do with your department anyway. Is there any-” He stopped when the scent hit him. Stronger than ever before, invading his senses. Tantalizing and tempting.

Without thinking the man leaned in, his hand still gripping Gavin's wrist. Now the scent was even stronger. Unaware of what he was doing he started sniffing around the man. “What is this... I never smelled anything like this. Is this a perfume...?” It didn't seem to be one.

“Huh? What?” Gavin was so upset he hadn't realized that his pheromones might be acting up. So when Nines leaned in too close he felt the flight of the fight-or-flight instinct. Was he really affecting Nines? “Look, he's not a fucking saint!”

Nines leaned down enough to sniff his hair, his eyes closed. The scent that kept appearing over the past two weeks was right there and it was incredible. So much stronger than ever and it seemed to me emanating from Gavin. “It's strange... like lilac and vanilla...”

“I will get a new shampoo or something. Nines!” His voice seemed to snap the man out of the moment and he looked downright apologetic as he stepped away.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I will talk to Connor and make sure he apologises for whatever he has done.” Nines looked somewhat flushed and embarrassed, but no wasn't the time to tease him about it.

“I don't want him apologizing. I want him to stay the fuck away from me and the staff.” As far as he was concerned, Connor could go and fuck himself. “I'm going home. My work for the day is more than done and there's nothing else to do, anyway. Deduct my pay if you have to, I don't give a shit.”

“I...” Nines started, but never finished what he wanted to say.

“Just don't. Look, you and I were kinda getting along and I don't want your older brother to fuck that up. Make sure he stays away and everything will be fine, got it?” Running his fingers through his hair he sighed. “Eat. I know you think street food is trash and beneath you, but I promise you will like it. You're missing out. Anyway, I will come back after the weekend as usual and our usual banter can continue as normal.”

“Fine.” Nines relented in the end. “I will eat. And I will make sure things are back to normal. I'll insult your clothing or something.” He was joking, of course, but there always was the option of Gavin wearing something ridiculous.

“Then I will make sure to wear something special just for you, so you have an excuse when you try to act like a prick. So you better be creative, asshole.” But Gavin was smiling, palming the doorknob to get the door open and slip out. “See you Monday!”

“I can't wait.” The sound Nines let out was almost like a purr, but Gavin was quickly gone and walking rather quickly towards the elevators.

What was this feeling? Nines, an Alpha, getting so close, triggering a reaction that made him feel so off... shit. Normally he would have thrown a punch or two, but with this man he remained calm and collected.

At least until he stepped outside the damn building.

His heart was racing like never before and he couldn't stop thinking of how hot the touch felt when Nines gripped his wrist. It was intense in a way he couldn't describe. And then the man just started sniffing him, commenting on some scent only he could recognize.

The anger he felt because of Connor was replaced by confusion and a strange feeling he couldn't identify, much less name. Revving the bike's engine out of spite he drove off.

A drink and some mind-numbing TV show would fix this right up. And he had a whole weekend to do that. By Monday, things would be back to normal and all this mess would be forgotten.

Unless Connor would open his damn mouth, of course.

Chapter Text

Being a fashion designer had many advantages. Especially if one became successful. And Gavin did. He owned the house he lived in, had a storage room filled with his own designs, and didn't have to concern himself with what other people thought because nobody knew who the man behind Greed really was.

But there was something worrying him.

What the hell was he supposed to wear to give Nines a reason to comment on it? A pair of ripped jeans would not cut it this time. So half the weekend he spent in the storage room, going over the old clothing he made, even considered making something new, but the time pressure wouldn't allow for that. Besides, he was busy making a jacket for Josh. No, he had to work with what he had, but nothing was good enough. Shocking enough.

At least it kept his mind off of the older Anderson brother and how he kept sticking his nose where it didn't fucking belong. He chose not to waste any more thought on that guy.

When Sunday evening rolled around he was still undecided about what to wear. Sitting in his workroom he stared at the mannequin where the half-finished jacket was hanging, trying to figure out what he should do. And then his eyes wandered around the place, landing on the old photo of his great-grandfather and himself.

“That's it! I should have known from the start. You always knew best.” Grinning at the photograph he turned the lights off as he left the room and went to his bedroom instead. The thing he wanted wasn't going to be in the storage or the workroom. No, it was in his closet. Because it was something he actually wore, albeit rarely. An occasion to wear his most special of outfits rarely arose since he always avoided anything remotely formal that would justify it. And there was no way he would ever wear a damn suit.

And it would give Nines something to whine about.

---

Gavin took his car to work instead of his motorcycle because if there was something that didn't mix it was kilts and rough winds, though he did make the decision to wear briefs underneath, just in case. A plain black T-shirt and a leather jacket that not only looked worn, but one he had for ages, along with a pair of heavy boots completed the look. Parking in his designed spot he confidently entered the building, head held high and he could feel the shocked stares of the security and the secretary. Good! Let those assholes stare!

He rarely wore the kilt itself, since many people would just stare and consider it a fashion statement at best. But to him it was much more.

The summers he spent in Scotland with his great-grandfather were what lead him to what he was today. Though once his mother took his father's surname, he knew that he would always have a home in the north of the British Isles. And though the man who taught him how to thread a needle and work a sewing machine had passed years ago, the memories were always alive.

Nobody better insult the kilt. The fiery nature of a Scotsman remained.

And as he walked through the lobby, he could feel their eyes on him. Smirking he hit the elevator button for his floor, pleased about the reaction he drew from people he could not give two shits about. Not even one.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped into the hallway before pushing the door to his department open. And though he didn't expect anyone to be around, he was pleasantly surprised to see Josh bent over a desk, showing off the designs they've been working on to another bent-over figure dressed in the most impeccably pressed slacks and a deep azure shirt.

It took him less than a second to find out who the other person was. Time to piss his boss off once again.

“Fancy seeing you here in my domain, Nines. So, what do you think? Another month or so and we should be able to roll the new collection out, ready-to-order, catalog, all that fancy shit. You're going to be responsible for all the marketing, right? So go crazy.” Dropping his bag onto a nearby desk he strode over to the Alpha and leaned over the desk.

“These are all ready as far as I am concerned. Though I do want to add some finishing touches, some lace perhaps, something more erotic, so to say. Everyone deserves to feel sexy while wearing something only seen rarely, don't you think?” He straightened and stared at the man with a most cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes, I think we-... are... what the hell are you wearing?” Nines went from professional to shocked in two seconds and Gavin loved that.

“What? You don't like the Reed clan kilt? Come on, you can't be that ignorant. Surely you know what a kilt is. Didn't you know that my family comes from Scotland? Grandpa had a shop there where I first learned to sew. Nines? You there?”

The man was staring at him, lips parted as he tried to speak, tried to say anything at all.

“I know you said you were going to wear something special. But this?”

“There is nothing in the employee handbook about wearing traditional clothing. But, just so you can unclench those cheeks, I am wearing underwear. And I took my car to work instead of the bike.” Gavin looked just as amused as he felt, just watching Nines struggle to find words. Yes, this was exactly the reaction he wanted. Now the snide comments would start coming!

“You know, it strangely suits you.” Nines said after a moment, his eyes still looking the designer over, lingering on the exposed calves. And he definitely noticed that he had well-built legs.

“Oh... thanks.” Now it was his turn to be shocked.

A moment later he also noticed the tie the man was wearing. So he liked it. Well, of course he did. Gavin never went for anything less than perfection. To slack off on his own work would be an insult to the craft itself.

“By the way, your little sidekick is back and seems to be doing well now.”

“Assistant. He's my assistant.” And said assistant was typing something on his phone with a most happy smile. Interesting. Perhaps something nice happened since the last time he saw the young man. He would definitely investigate once Nines would be gone. Why was the man staring at him? Nines quickly looked away and back at the designs on the table. “He really seems to be in high spirits.”

“Indeed. Well, I should take my leave for now. Maybe I will stop by later to annoy you if work gets boring. In fact, I definitely will. For now, great work, keep that up and your debut will be even more incredible. We might even have to push it forward a little.”

“Sounds fine. The jacket is making good progress, even though the model I based it on can be a pain in the ass.” Grabbing his bag from the desk, Gavin went to put it into his office and get started on the rest of it.

“Smartass.” His boss commented loudly enough to be heard.

“Takes one to know one.” Came the amused reply. “We'll look into some new staff since more people will be needed. I love working alone, but there's only so much I can do this way.”

“I'm on it. I have a nice list of suitable candidates.” Josh perked up, reaching into a drawer on his desk and took out a sizeable stack of documents, colour-coded and everything. The assistant took his job seriously.

“Excellent. Let me know how you've decided. I'll see you later.” Gavin had a feeling that last comment was directed at him more than anything. With a wave of his hand, as if to dismiss the man, he brought out the jacket-in-progress and laid it all out.

“There, I just sent you digital copies of the applications we received, so all you have to do is look them over when you have the time.” Josh sat down again, staring at Gavin for a moment. “So, you and Mr. Anderson are getting along it seems. Did something happen?”

“I realized he isn't as much of an asshole as I thought. Which is less fun, but better for the work environment. But you seem to be in a really happy mood, Josh. What gives?” Gavin smirked when the younger man's eyes widened. “Oh, you met someone, didn't you?”

“Y-yea. In the hospital they detoxed me or whatever it is called. The pills I was taking were actually doing more bad than good. Started me on some new meds. And there was this nice doctor and he had the brightest eyes and-” Josh sighed, a dreamy look on his face. “He asked me if I was seeing anyone.”

“Wait, hold on! You went to the hospital to get treated and then got yourself a date at the same time?” Sitting on a desk he grinned. “How strangely romantic. So, when are you guys going on a date?”

“I know, it's weird! He asked me out and tomorrow we're having dinner together.” The man fiddled with the computer mouse for a moment. “I know you're going to worry, but he's an Alpha. But he's unlike anyone I ever met before! He didn't act strange or aggressive and was really nice the whole time. Made me feel strange, you know. He said I smelled different to him, too. Maybe that has something to do with it.”

He was right. Gavin was instantly frowning at the idea of an Alpha getting so close to the young man. And Josh saw his concern, too. “I promise I will be careful! The new medicine I received has no side-effects and they also gave me a list of things I can do to improve my diet and make it work perfectly.”

“If you're sure. Just be careful. Shit!” Gavin slid off the desk and started pacing, making Josh stand up again.

“What's wrong? Did I do something?”

“What? No, of course not. I just realized that I won't have that jacket ready by tomorrow. Even with my skill, something like that is impossible.” He stopped pacing and stared at the blank-faced mannequin adorned with pins in a macabre mockery of a face. “Although, yes, that might work.”

“Mr. Reed?”

“I told you to call me Gavin. I was thinking that I could alter one of my old ones. Same design, really, just the first ones of a series. The original pieces of the collection. Hey, get on the podium so I can take some measurements!” Grabbing his tablet, Gavin reached for the tape measure. “Come on, Josh.”

“Wait-are you serious? But those are originals! You can't just do that.” The man stood frozen in place as Gavin rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Who says I can't? They are my designs. Not like I can sue myself for doing whatever I want with them. Now get on that podium and don't move too much.” And Josh obliged, still feeling shocked.

“I will also make you a brand new one, but this way you can also wear one on your date.” He might have to work late to adjust it properly, then take it to work as well and ensure the fit was perfect. Easy enough.

“I want you to also look through the colours I have on the jacket section and pick which combos you like. I can't remake things, so we gotta work with the existing ones, but there's about ten to choose from. I think you'll be able to find something.” Gavin starting putting numbers into the tablet after each measurement he took. Good thing that Josh's proportions were nice and thus he could easily adjust the existing jackets. Cinch in the waist a little, the arms were long enough, the cuffs just the perfect length.

“So, you and Mr. Anderson are friends now?” Josh tried to make small-talk as he stood there.

“Huh? Sure, if you want to call it that. He's still an asshole, but nowhere near as much as the older Anderson. If I see that fuck anytime soon it will be too soon.” Putting the numbers in with a bit more aggression he frowned. “Don't let him near you.”

“Connor? But he's the nice one. Everyone says that. He was so pleasant and friendly before, too” Josh was genuinely baffled by the sudden dislike.

“Then they are all fools. Fucker sticking his nose where it doesn't belong...” Shaking his head he recalled how smug the man looked at the taco truck and wanted to punch something. Preferably Connor. “Alright, I'm done here. Go through the colour combinations, I will look over the applications. I have high standards for myself, and for others, too.”

“Got it, boss!” Josh looked excited and Gavin was just happy he dropped the Connor thing. He didn't want to think about that man, either. And even though Nines didn't seem to know that he was an Omega, he could never trust someone like the older Anderson. “Can I... ask one more thing?”

“Go ahead.” Gavin selected a few people from the applicants already. Some veterans of the industry were among them and they could show the young and eager ones the ropes.

“What's with the kilt?” Looking up from the tablet, Gavin grinned.

“Family tradition. Grandpa was Scottish and had a shop. So I decided to wear it and fuck with Nines since he is always whining about what I wear. Gave him a shock, didn't I?” He laughed.

“I think it had the opposite effect.” Josh commented as he looked through the colour combinations. “In fact, I think that guy is into you.” He grinned and showed Gavin his colour choice. “I mean, at least if he is, it's not because of that whole biology thing, right? No omega pheromones to influence it. You could do much worse.”

“Nines being into me is on the list of impossible things that could be true. He's just being friendly and I kinda prefer it instead of hating each other. Easier to do business that way.” Though he did recall the mention of the strange scent Nines was into. “I'm just glad we can get along now.”

“I swear, you just want to push love away when it could be right there.” The younger man sighed, shaking his head as he headed back to his desk. “Just look at it from the outside. Nines is successful, he's really hot, good at his job, probably has a lot of money, and he seems like a genuinely good guy under that cold exterior.”

“There is no love, Josh. All right, maybe he is fuckable. But I have my own money and success and don't need anyone for that.” He would rather be alone than submit to anyone. “Okay, I selected these six applicants, but I will leave the interviews to you and-what?” Josh's face was rather red.

“Fuckable? Wow...” The man muttered. “Okay, I will contact them for interviews. Fuckable, he says...”

“What? So he's hot, what's the big deal?”

“I can't believe you called him fuckable, though that is a good way to describe him.” The younger male paused for a moment. “I think you two would make a really nice power-couple. You look cute together. But I guess dating your boss may not be the best idea.”

“Yea, work alone makes it kind of impossible.” Gavin muttered, ignoring the most obvious reason why it would be a catastrophe. And while Nines was fuckable, he didn't want to think about it too much.

“It would be funny though, right? If he were interested in you like that. After the way you two started out and all.” Josh laughed and Gavin joined him. “Sounds crazy when you say it out loud.”

“Sure does. He looked at me like I was crazy when I told him to stand in for the damn mannequin. Hate those things. And he did have the perfect body as far as measurements go, so I decided to custom tailor the jacket to him.”

“You got to use him for measurements?” Shocked, the man stared at him. “I bet he's perfect. Most Alphas are.” He sighed. “The guy I met seemed perfect to me.”

“He does have a nice body. Very proportional.” Gavin had to admit that one. Nines's body was a dream for any tailor and making a bespoke jacket to fit him perfectly was almost a treat. But he would never admit that to anyone. “So, tell me about that guy you met. What does he look like?”

And there was this dreamy look on Josh's face almost instantly. “He's really tall and has this light blond hair. And the warmest blue eyes I have ever seen. He's got these little freckles all over his face, too. His name is Aaron and he has dimples when he smiles. And when he smiled his eyes had these little crinkles and he was so genuine...”

“Damn, love hit you hard.” Gavin was happy for the man, but also slightly worried. Alphas could be unpredictable. “I don't think I ever heard anyone describe another person like that. With such a voice, too. I will make sure that jacket looks great for your date.” He had to smile at how smitten the other was. He never felt that way about anyone. Though for a second a pair of vivid blue eyes came to him, a cocky smirk, but before he could let it manifest he chased the image from his mind, afraid of what it would reveal. He had enough crap to deal with as it was

It was only a question of time before his secret would be out. Even if it was in his medical file.

---

In the conference room attached to his office, Nines laid out the designs Gavin finished, quite impressed with the presented work. He wrote little notes and set them on each piece, promotional ideas and comments, though he couldn't say much to complain about anything.

His work really did speak for itself. Impressive. He actually had to try really hard to find something to give a more creative feedback on, but otherwise he was most satisfied. With the jacket the man was working on, these could work really well. Perhaps a set of his signature ties?

Nines fiddled with the silver tie around his neck, the faint lilac and vanilla scent lingering on it still. He had been in that room with Josh for a while and found that the scent didn't come from the young man. In fact, he had a distinctive lack of interest in him. But later it seemed to linger around when Gavin joined them. Maybe he met up with the source of that scent before coming in...

His eyes moved over old campaigns and adverts he created, glad that he finally had something to do. He hated dealing with people and all the bureaucracy around the business side of things. But creating ads and working on marketing to sell the products designed by their people.

And Gavin's work could practically sell itself.

By the time afternoon rolled around, he was nearly done, the long table filled with notes on each design and the appropriate campaign he would attach to it. All that was missing was the centrepiece. The jacket.

Maybe he should go and check on the new rising start of Lifewear.

Stepping into his own private bathroom he made sure that he looked impeccable, his hair styled just the way he liked it, the silver tie tied into an elaborate knot.

The designer was right. It went with every colour of shirt and vest he owned. Something that should be impossible. But the word impossible seemed to be a challenge for the man.

With a satisfied smirk, Nines headed to the Design Floor.

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“Shit, I'll need him to come down here so I can pin these into place, but this will be fucking perfect. You think I should call him down here? Heh, maybe he has some kind of strange instinct and will come down here on his own. Kinda like a sixth sense for I need to be an ass to Gavin.” Laughing at his own joke he pushed another pin into the mannequin's face, giving it an ever bigger grin.

Headphones back on, loud music coming out of them, he never heard the door opening and Nines waltzing in like he owned the place. With his back turned he continued to hum and work on the laid out jacket, tempted to call Nines.

“Nearly done?”

Nines expected more of a reaction and almost felt annoyed when Gavin took the headphones off and flipped him off automatically, not even turning around.

“Nice try, asshole. Get on the podium.” Taking his phone out, Gavin turned the music down, but not off. “I could feel your ego the moment you stepped into the room.”

“Well, there goes my plan of surprising you and making you jump.”

“As if you could make me do anything. Oh yea, I ordered pizza from my favourite place, and cookies from that shop you did the other day, so grab something as a reward later. I'm buying a coffee machine this week, because I drink that stuff in litres.” As evidenced by the ridiculously large cup sitting on one desk.

“I will have one ordered, Mr. Reed, just let me know if you prefer any brand or model. I can even go and pick one up now!” Josh felt awkward sitting there with Nines and Gavin just there and maybe he could make himself scarce and leave for a while.

“You can put it on the company card. There is an electronics shop a street away.” Nines looked at the assistant who seemed to shrink under his gaze. So the boy was still scared of him and perhaps that was the reason why he seemed so eager to get out.

“Just choose one you think is good. As long as I can get my coffee black, I'm good.” Gavin could also feel how the man seemed rather uncomfortable now that Nines was there and he wasn't being distracted by his soon-to-be boyfriend on the phone.

“Will do! I will get the perfect coffee machine.” Grabbing his jacket, Josh quickly exited the room and Gavin chuckled.

“Poor Josh. He's nervous for his date and now you fill this room with your presence, too.” Chuckling he pushed the middle of Nines's back to make the man straighten it. “Don't slouch.”

“So demanding. And I wasn't slouching.” Nines rolled his eyes, but still straightened his back a little bit. “Am I modelling again or did you just want to feel me up? Either way is fine, by the way, I just want to know what to expect.” Bothering Gavin was one of his new favourite things.

“Better get used to it. I am very demanding and I want only the best.” Grabbing the first piece he raised a brow. “You really wanna piss off the guy with all the needles?” Nodding towards the mannequin he smirked. “Keep that up... just try me.” He eyed the silver tie for a moment, glad that the man wore it and damn if it didn't suit him perfectly. “Anyway, what did you think of the designs? And marketing ideas?”

“In fact, I did. On the models with the longer leg, perhaps a double seam on the inside. And I know that this jacket will be the main focus, but how about your signature ties to match the underwear?” Nines stood still as the man placed pieces of the prototype onto him, pinning them in place.

“A tie to go with underwear? Seems like an odd marketing move, but no problem. I can have some done by the end of the weekend. How are you gonna display them? Just a half naked body with a tie and a pair of lacy briefs?” With a soft laugh he grabbed another piece, carefully putting it in place.

“Exactly like that, actually. Just leave the marketing to me, Gavin.”

“Happily. I hate dealing with that shit.” Pulling up a stool he climbed it and began pinning the pieces of jacket into place properly, adjusting the size, the shape, everything had to be impeccable and fit Nines's body. “So fucking tall...” He muttered, leaning closer.

“Be careful. We don't need you falling off of that.” Without thinking twice about it the man moved his hands and set them on Gavin's waist to steady him. “I am rather fond of the lace panelling added on the sides and back. Women have a lot of lingerie options and I think men deserve the same. Even if it is not seen by anyone. I for one wouldn't mind seeing my partner in a pair of lacy black underwear.”

Gavin tensed when he felt the hands on his waist, but didn't think much about it. This was fine. He took his meds and everything resembling an Omega was perfectly hidden. No Alpha reacted to him. “Heh, good luck with that. Though I doubt you will have any problems getting someone to wear them for you. Guess you are used people falling over themselves to get your attention.” Just like at the welcome party where people were whispering about the younger Anderson brother's eligibility.

He leaned in a bit closer to get the collar pinned exactly how he wanted it.

“Just because I'm used to it doesn't mean I enjoy it. It's no fun to have people throw themselves at you. In fact, it makes it seem like they are only after looks and prestige and nothing else. Someone who would actually put in time and effort to get to know me, and me getting to know them, that would be much better.” Nines closed his eyes as the scent came again. Stronger even.

Was it Gavin after all? He wanted to lean forward and smell more of the man to find out for himself.

“Don't sell yourself short. They could also be after your money.” Gavin laughed again, but then saw the man moving, leaning just a bit closer. “Hey, careful there. But anyway, I get what you mean. And it would piss me off, too, but I have my shining personality to keep people away from me. Seems to me that not even Alphas like you have it all made.” He pinned the collar in place on one side, then pulled away and stepped down from the stool.
“Almost done with that. Now I have to get the back. Try not to move too much, got it?” He didn't wait for an answer, quickly moving away from the man's line of sight and behind him. And he did glance down for a moment.

“With an ass like that you should be able to at least find a nice hook-up. Hold still I said!” He reached out when Nines started to turn around and frowned. “If you make any pin come out I will stab you with it.”

“You realize I'm your boss, right?” Nines huffed, the scent moving away and making him want to follow the trace. It lingered on Gavin, around him. There was silence for a few minutes as he tried to get his breathing under control. This strange perfume, or whatever it was Gavin used, had to be what he kept smelling. And he really liked it.

“You realize I don't give a flying fuck, right?” Though he didn't use a needle, he pressed a finger into the man's lower back. “Hm, this will look definitely nice. Yes, perfect. All right, we're almost done here. Or at least you are. Just have to get the other side and then you can carefully take it off.”

“You really are modelling it after my body, aren't you?” Nines watched as Gavin came into his field of vision once more, standing before him, then stepping onto the stool. Standing on top he was even taller, which no doubt pleased the cocky designer.

“And you have smarts! See? Lots of things going for you, Nines. Don't worry, you will find your soulmate or whatever the kids believe in these days and be a pain in their ass instead of mine.” Gavin saw the faint smile on the man's face before it could vanish. “Ha! I knew it! You are enjoying this!”

“Not often I meet someone like you. I just hope you're one of a kind because the world cannot handle more than one Gavin Reed.” His hands once again rose to steady the man and his nose picked up the scent once more.

“I'm one of a kind. Just like that tie you're wearing.” He tensed again, but focused on what needed to be done. “Almost done.”

“Take all the time you need.” Nines closed his eyes again, just taking in the scent and came to the decision that it was not lingering from anyone, or anything. It was Gavin Reed. And he wanted more of it. Was it a shampoo? A perfume? “You smell good. Whatever you are using, it's very nice.” Just a normal compliment, nothing weird about that. Though maybe he shouldn't have leaned close to take a deeper whiff of the fragrance.

“Huh? I don't really use fragrant stuff, kinda gets annoying after a while. I have some perfumes that I rarely use since I'm around cloth all day, so what's the point?” He was almost done when Nines leaned closer, the man's nose almost brushing the skin of his neck. “H-hey, what are you doing?”

Gavin made to step away from Nines, but forgot an important thing. The stool he was standing on gave away with the imbalance and all he could think of was how it would hurt as he lost stability. “Shit!!”

“Could have fooled me.” Nines muttered just as Gavin pulled away.

And as the stool shifted the man was falling backwards, all because he couldn't keep himself in check. There was no time to think twice about what to do. Nines tried to catch him, but all he managed to do was to wrap his arms around the man and shield him as they fell. This one moment was only mere seconds, but it felt much longer as they fell. At least he managed to protect the man's head and back from hitting the floor, but his arms took the brunt of the impact. He was briefly aware of some needles coming off the jacket, but that was the least of his concerns in that moment.

Staring down at Gavin he was relieved to see he didn't appear hurt, but looks could be deceiving. “Are you all right? That could have been a nasty fall.”

While he had taken a few nasty falls back when he was younger, never in front of his boss. It was one thing to tease the man, another to embarrass himself like that. And as he fell he expected to find himself on the ground, possibly with a mild concussion. Instead he felt an unfamiliar weight press into him and a strange scent assault his senses.

Nines!

His eyes slowly opened and he found the man right on top of him. Gavin knew he got close to the man before, but that was for the jacket he has been working on. This was entirely too different. And the scent... this delectable scent was all around him now and it made his heart race and pupils widen. “Y-yea. Sorry, I fucked up.”

“No, no, it was my fault. I'm sorry. It was... completely inappropriate of me to get close like that...” They seemed almost too casual about this, but his heart was pounding. It wasn't just from the fall. Gavin's scent was all around him, overwhelming him all of a sudden. Maybe they were both just producing more from the adrenaline boost, but why did he feel hazy when he looked into Gavin's eyes?

They looked more silver than he recalled. Maybe just a play of light, but he had doubts.

“It was because of some weird smell. I will check... the laundry detergent or whatever and make sure to get a new one.” Gavin also noticed that the man wasn't moving, still on top of him and too close for comfort. The scent seemed to get more intense with each moment, too. Which he didn't exactly mind, but it bothered him that he didn't. “Are you all right?”

“Please don't.” he said without thinking about it. “I mean, it's a lovely scent. Suits you and I... I guess it doesn't matter if I like it.” Nines laughed a little, giving him a smile, not moving at all from the strange position they were in. “Yes, I'm fine. My arms might be a bit bruised, but that's all.”

Gavin was doing his best to ignore the man's body on top of his own, but that would be like ignoring the need to breathe. Because Nines was between his legs, arms still wrapped around him, and the damn kilt was riding up as he took the fall, exposing the bottom of his underwear. Thank fuck he chose to wear some! “Are you sure? It wasn't a nice fall.” He reached up to touch the man's shoulder.

“I'm quite sure it's fine.” Still not moving, Nines stared at the man beneath him, aware of the way his clothed legs pressed against exposed skin and it wasn't just warm. It felt hot. He almost wanted it to be skin-on-skin. He wet his lips with his tongue, tasting the scent around him and it made the back of his throat burn. It almost reminded him of the way Omegas made him feel, but different. And the longer he lingered about the man, the longer he stared into his eyes, the more he wanted to lean in and taste his neck to find out if he could get more of that sensation.

“Nines... you're still kinda... on top of me...” Just saying that felt embarrassing, almost as much as the fact that he didn't even want to fight this position. Were this any other Alpha, hell, any other man, he would be seething and crude and doing everything possible to get away. Instead he wanted to get closer to the new scent that was around him.

“Right.” Came the reply, but no movement from Nines. The man lingered, staring at him and Gavin couldn't say a word. But then he finally seemed to realize what he was doing and pulled away, leaning back on his knees and right between his legs. And of course the asshole had to look down and stare! “I'm sorry.” He said quickly, looking away as he stood up and offered the man a hand.

He took the offered hand and stood up, but this once again brought him close to Nines. He was officially losing his mind! In one moment they went from teasing banter to this... whatever the fuck it was, and he couldn't even focus. And he could just stand there for several seconds, not thinking about anything or anyone, then pulled away fixing the kilt properly as his face burned.
His heart refused to stop beating too fast and it only added to his discomfort. Nines didn't look too happy about things either.

This was confusing. Gavin was no Omega, but his body seemed to react in a similar way. The way his cheeks flushed, his flustered behaviour, his rapid pulse that he felt when he held his hand a moment ago.
And that scent... it was unlike anything he ever smelled before and drew him in like a moth to a flame.

“I... uh-” He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if perhaps it has been so long since he was around Deltas that he forgot how they worked. Maybe this was normal? If Gavin were an Omega he would have lost control, yet that didn't happen. Proof enough.

“I should get back to work. Jackets take longer than underwear.” And he needed a moment to calm down. Several moments. “Thanks for helping me with the jacket. And saving my ass. Literally so.” He finally looked at the man and smiled. “You know you should definitely grab a cookie as a reward for being the hero you are.”

After he carefully took the jacket off and set it down, Nines nodded. “Of course. I wouldn't want to keep you from working.” Turning around the man froze and stared at a very red-faced assistant. “I think... I think I will take that cookie to go. I should get back to work.” And maybe figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

“Yea. Sounds good. Though I might need your help again later. I will let you know or something.” Gavin made no move to step closer, instead just watched Nines. And began to notice some finer details about the man.

Like the way his hair moved, with that one lock falling into his forehead. Or how he had small, faint freckles on his nose. And how incredibly, ridiculously blue his eyes were. Or maybe how firm his body was under that business attire and the way he looked when on top of him. It wasn't until the door closed behind the man that he also noticed Josh standing there, mouth agape.

Instantly his face was red again.

“Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong!”

“Yea, right! That was so intense! I thought I would have to sneak out again. Neither of you even noticed me around! I mean, I was here for minutes, but you were in your own world and I could see the tension! Oh man, I could smell you two all the way here!” The man looked way too happy about this. “You two didn't seem to want to move away from each other.”

“Just caught up in the moment. It meant nothing.” Gavin started to fix up the jacket when it got messed up, deliberately not looking at Josh now. “It meant nothing. We are just getting along now, that's all.” And if he would keep repeat it to himself, he might also believe it.

But Josh just laughed. “I have never seen anyone so in denial in my life. You guys were seriously having a moment! If I didn't know any better, I would think you would make the man lose control.”

“That's the last thing we need. Besides, I'm not what he could possibly be looking for. Hey, why are you here, anyway? Didn't you want to get a coffee machine for the place?” He really was desperate for a change of topic.

“I think you're wrong.” The assistant's words were soft, but he said nothing more. “I forgot to ask about a budget. I asked around the other departments first, but nobody could give me a clear answer and the secretary said Nines was still here, so I figured I could ask him.”

“Just buy whatever is popular. I'm gonna work on the jacket now.” and with that he headed to his private office, grabbing his headphones to fill his head with music instead of a blue-eyed Alpha.

---

Nines barely made it back to his office, ignored the secretary and just locked the door before leaning against it and sliding down.

“What... the absolute fuck... just happened...”

His body never reacted like that before. Not even around an Omega in heat. And instead of losing control he felt fully in charge, just full of desire that was now unfulfilled. Something was definitely different.

And even as he closed his eyes, all he could see was Gavin lying on the floor, staring at him with those bright eyes as if expecting something to happen.

More than ever since it first appeared, the scent was all around him. And the source finally had a name.

Chapter Text

The next few days were rather calm, for which he was thankful. Gavin was able to work on the jacket and a selection of special ties that would go well with the whole collection. It kept his mind off the strange encounter with Nines and how strange he felt after being close to the man.

And Nines avoided his floor and him, too.

Having figured it was because of how awkward it was, especially after they were seen by Josh in such a compromising position. Just thinking about it now made him chuckle at how ridiculous it was before he recalled the weight of Nines' body pressing him down, making his heart race, the blue eyes staring into his own, almost as if the man was staring into his very soul. And the heat of his skin even through his clothes.

“Fuck.” Pricking his finger he glared at his own hand and stuck the finger into his mouth. “Should have worn a thimble...” But the jacket was nearly done.

Josh never mentioned the incident again, probably because he had been too excited for his date with the Alpha doctor. When Gavin managed to adjust a deep lavender jacket to his body he nearly cried, promising to take the utmost care of it and return it after having it dry-cleaned, but Gavin just waved a hand. Keep it. It only fits you now, anyway. And you'll get more use out of it than anyone else would.

And it he had to reassure the young man several times that he meant it, even when he was on his way to the date.

The next day he nearly floated in on Cloud 9, gushing about the perfect man and how they already planned another date. It was truly delightful to listen to him recap the whole date with such joy, gushing over Aaron and every detail. His face was so red when he briefly described the innocent kiss at the end of the date, not elaborating more on that. And Gavin didn't pressure him, either.

At least with Josh distracted he was able to focus on working and filling his head with loud music. This relaxed him and distracted him from dealing with other issues. Working on that old machine to get the seams just right he kept smiling more and more. Yes, he would have this done by tonight. Maybe he would stay at the office longer to make sure it was perfect, though the finishing touch would have to be done on the model himself.

Four days were enough to get over such an incident, right?

For a moment he stood up and stretched, his t-shirt riding up again. He went back to his usual style of jeans and t-shirts, the kilt retired from his wardrobe for the moment. While it had the effect he desired, the end of that day was a small disaster.

Stepping out of his private office he saw Josh conducting another interview. This time with an older lady with a most dignified air about her and a well-fitting pant-suit. Lovely work on the colour combination and accents. Gavin was listening in as he headed to the new coffee machine to make another one, sneaking glances at them and nodding as she answered Josh's questions without any hesitation.

Oh, he liked her. Giving the man a thumbs up and a huge nod to signal he wanted her hired, Gavin quickly retreated into his office before she could see him. This made the third person he approved of. A younger woman who had stellar work ethic and ideas, a middle-aged man who has worked with big fashion houses in France before moving to the States, and now this lady.

And all of them were married or taken. Wonderful. This meant no trouble for his department at all. If Josh ended up meeting his fated lover when he met the doctor, that would only leave him. But Gavin had his medicine and needed nobody and nothing.

He unlocked the drawer and took out a small pill, using the hot coffee to down it.

Fuck Connor and his opinions. He had no idea what it was like.

But the last thing he wanted to do was to think about that asshole. Focusing on the jacket he hand-stitched the last seam the way he liked it, the way no machine could ever do, and placed it onto the mannequin.

“How am I so fucking good?” Patting himself on the shoulder he went to a small box and took out one of his personal labels. This could go on later, but for now he had to make sure it fit this model.

Grabbing a black cloth cover he put the jacket on a hanger, then slid the cover over it and took his phone. Stepping out of the office he saw the woman look at him this time, just as Josh was wrapping up the interview.

“Hey, I gotta run up to see Nines and make sure this fits. You're in charge. Oh, hi. And bye.” Gavin flashed a quick smile before he made for the elevators, aware of the stares.

“That man was Gavin Reed, wasn't he?” She didn't even sound surprised.

“Yes, the head designer and leader of this department.” Josh sounded proud as Gavin repeatedly pressed the elevator button.

“I like his style. Reminds me of my oldest son. Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't dare talk about Mr. Reed outside of work. I am merely glad someone can remain true to their self like this. I had a hard time with it myself.” And Gavin heard no more as the two began to chat and he finally escaped into the metal box.

He still hated that damn elevator music, so he put his headphones on and listened to music instead, tapping his foot as he waited for it to get Nines's floor. Happily stepping out he made his way to the secretary, tempted to just waltz right in as he normally would. Hell, why not?

About to do just that he jumped when someone touched his shoulder. Whipping around he came face to face with his least favourite Alpha and instantly glared at him. “Don't fucking touch me! What do you want?”

Connor just rolled his eyes. “I called your name a few times, but you didn't reply at all. I had to get your attention somehow.” He seemed unfazed by the designer's outburst, though the secretary looked shocked. Nobody ever spoke to the Andersons like that. They would not dare. But this man stared him right in the eye and seemed downright annoyed to have Connor talk to him!

“Now you have it. What the hell do you want? Because unless it has to do with the collection, I want nothing to do with you.” Just looking at him made Gavin feel angry, even though many would claim he looked like Nines.

No fucking way.

Nines's eyes were a calm blue that could get really bright when he was annoyed. Like when they first met. His jawline was also perfectly cut and his cheekbones higher, his nose more regal. And after the little incident he also knew his hair was a shade lighter than Connor's and looked softer. Longer, too, with a few curls that always seemed to fall into his forehead and mess with his perfect look. And Nines had small freckles on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose, barely noticeable, but Gavin knew.

He paid a lot of attention to the man when selecting colours for the jacket to match him and nobody else. There was no other reason why he would notice those details.

“I just wanted to ask you if you are feeling alright. You seem agitated. Maybe because-”

“Because a cocky asshole is trying to get involved in something that is none of his damn business. Of course I am agitated.” He pulled the covered jacket away and stepped back. “If that's all, I actually have work to do. And that has nothing to do with you because my department falls under Nines, not you.”

“You know what I am talking about, Gavin. A stronger dose will only work for so long before you will get used to it and need even more. What then? You can't continue like this.” If he didn't know better he would think the man was genuinely concerned about him.

“Watch me. I can and will do whatever the fuck I want with my own body. I will never listen to an Alpha like you.” Gavin hissed, just loudly enough for the man to hear, then walked past him and without bothering to knock entered Nines's office.

Thankfully, there was nobody other than him around. Not even Nines was there...

“Asshole...” Gavin muttered, closing the door and walked up to the man's desk. His phone was on it, the computer was on, all screens full of some shit he didn't care about. An unfinished cup of coffee sat on a coaster neatly to the side. In fact, everything on the big desk seemed to have a place. Without thinking he pushed the mug an inch to the left, then shifted a few papers around.

But where was Nines?

“Creepy to be here like this... the hell is he?” Looking around he took in the dark style of the office, everything so elegant and neat it was almost too perfect. Last time he didn't get to pay attention to it too much, so might as well make up for the lost time. The furniture matched he walls perfect, he had to admit. But the couch looked much more comfortable than the one in his office. Such a demure tone seemed to linger around it made him wonder if Nines's home looked like this. Depressing.

“Is anyone there?” He recognized the man's voice coming through a nearby open door and followed it, entering what seemed to be a conference room. Of course he would have his own.

“Yo, it's me. I think I am finished with the jacket, just need one last fitting to make sure. And holy shit, you really don't waste time, do you?”

The long table was full of notes and pictures, everything somehow connected and showing off each piece of the underwear collection. There were pins on boards that highlighted Lifewear's previous campaigns and those also had notes scribbled over them or pinned to them. Nines was leaning over the table, writing something down again before sliding the small paper to the pair of briefs with a lace side-panelling.

“I am not fond of wasting time, especially not with the deadline getting closer. So I figured that once this is done, I can focus on the jacket itself.” Nines finally looked at him, that cocky smirk back in place. Gavin laughed and looked at another note the man written, nodding his head.

“Damn, looks good. I take it you are almost ready then? I hope you picked some models with normal body hair, too. Kinda sick of shiny skin everywhere. That's not how it works. Anyway, feel like trying the jacket on?” He walked around the table to look at the different designs and what notes the man made on them. “Hm, not bad. For these maybe add some heavy rings on the model, or leather bracelets. Show the contrast between lace and leather even more. I mean, that's why I'm wearing these.”

He held up his wrist where he had several leather bracelets, some braided, some with beads. He rarely wore much jewellery, but if he did, he always went big.

“What? You mean you're wearing some?” Nines's eyes got wide and Gavin just shrugged.

“Sure. Figured I would try and see how the wear is. Nobody wants to deal with scratchy lace all day. So far, I am definitely a fan.” He used the back of a chair for the hanger, then unzipped the cover and tossed it aside. Removing the finished jacket he was more than pleased with the looks.

Elegant, but modern, more styled to fit a man in the office as well as a man on a date or just one who wanted to add something more to an outfit. “I figured that a more luxurious lining on the inside would be a nice secret. Especially if we use darker shades. I already picked matching shades, but custom orders will be possible. Well? What are you waiting for?” Holding the jacket out he nodded. “Try it on. It will only fit you, after all.”

“Do you also expect me to model it?” Nines tried to make a joke, but Gavin didn't laugh. “Oh, come on, you cannot be serious and expect me to-”

“Nines, I tailored it to fit only one person. You. It would not look great on anyone else. Surely you realized the consequences of agreeing to model for me?” Gavin watched the man shrug the jacket on and indeed, it fit like a glove.

He walked around Nines, testing the fit, tugging and pulling on certain parts, but they were perfectly in place. The sleeves were the exact length for Nines's arms, the collar snug around his neck, the shawl lapel perfect for the sleek silhouette. He wanted something different. And the accents of blue brought out his eyes even more. Not that it was the real reason for adding them, just figured it would be a nice touch.

“Perfect... yes, I knew I was a fucking fashion mastermind, but this is one of my favourite pieces to date. Hm, we can offer different lapel styles and cufflinks to go with any custom order, but this style...” Gavin stepped away and stared at the man for longer than was strictly necessary.
“One day I will probably make your wedding suit. And you know it will be perfect.” he bragged.

“I don't plan on ever getting married.” Nines rolled his eyes, walking to a nearby mirror to see how the jacket fit for himself. And indeed, it was made just for him. “I will have to figure out how to advertise this. You gave me more work.”

“As if it wasn't obvious from the start. But why no marriage? I'm sure you can find some nice Alpha woman or whatever and go on to create a legacy of more Alphas to continue the family name. Or whatever subgender strikes your fancy.” He never cared for those division anyway.

“As much as I know it would please my father to do exactly what you have described, I have no desire to marry anyone, Alpha or no Alpha, man or woman. It's too much work. Besides, you have seen how strongly affected I can get. Why would I want to inflict that on anyone? In fact, I am surprised you can be around me.” Nines kept inspecting his reflection, trying his best to find a flaw in the design and failing.

“Someone has to stand up to you and keep pissing you off. I will gladly help with that. But... I kinda have to agree with you. Marriage and procreating are overrated. Especially the latter.” Scoffing he looked at the briefs campaign the man had on the long table. Not bad. But he did write down to add heavy jewellery to the model.

“I am surprised. I figured someone like you would enjoy having his own family.” Most sub-genders wanted that, even if maybe not with an Alpha.

“I have a family. My mum and dad are still alive and my brother and his wife was probably working on adding to the family. Which is not something I want to think about. Nah, I keep myself busy all the time and wouldn't have time for a family anyway. Even a husband would be too much to deal with. I like working late at night and doing whatever the fuck I want.” Gavin didn't even notice the reveal he made.

“I see.” Nines buttoned the jacket up, then patted his pocket. “Shit, my phone is in the office. I want a photo of myself wearing this. The work is impeccable and I am almost upset that I cannot find anything wrong with it.”

“Thanks, I guess? Just let me take a photo and I can send it to you.” Grabbing his own phone he guided the man to the large windows, choosing a backdrop that wouldn't show the campaign he was working on. “Just try to pose or something. I don't know.”

Reluctantly at first, Nines eventually did relax a little and managed to make a bit of a pose, letting him take a few photos. Better than taking one himself, he decided.

“There, all done. Give me your number and I will send them to you.” There was nothing strange about that. And it could be handy to have his boss's number.

“Give me your phone, I will put it in.” Ignoring the raised eyebrow he took the offered phone and typed in his number and name. “There. Send them to me when you'll have the time. That way I will also have your number. Odd that I haven't thought of getting it yet... I do have your assistant's phone.” Nines took the jacket carefully off and inspected it closely.

Every seam, every stitch, was perfect. There was nothing to even try to complain about. And he did notice some slight embroidery detail on the edge of the lapel, a winding flowery design, yet not quite. “Incredible work. I admit I am surprised. After we met I thought you were full of hot air and then some. But I admit I was wrong to judge you on appearance alone. In fact, I would almost say it makes sense now.” Carefully he hung the jacket, then zipped it into the protective cover and smiled. In his office, his phone gave a soft chime as he received a notification.

“There, sent. All right, I guess that's about it for the jacket. If you deem it finished, I can leave it here with you. I still want to finish those ties as a signature piece. Though something more bold... I wonder if I can get away with adding lace to a tie.” Chuckling he stretched his arms above his head, his t-shirt riding up just enough to expose the top of the underwear he wore. A hint of lace on the side.

“You... were not joking when you said you were wearing the underwear.” Nines's eyes were shamelessly on his body and Gavin tugged the shirt down quickly.

“Of course not. I wear everything I design at least once. Minus the custom-made dresses and items, of course. But the ties? Yea, I hate them, but I made sure they look good with a variety of styles. Same for the underwear, shirts, vests. Everything. I won't sign my name onto just anything you know. That's why I said that something considered delicate like lace would make a good contrast to heavy rings and leather cuffs. I even made a little note for you, look.” Gavin pointed at the paper under the briefs and Nines walked over, hovering just behind him.

The scent hit him again, same as when the man fell on top of him. Some sort of musk, deep and sensual, a woody scent that felt warm and comforting. And then there was this other note hidden underneath it and he wanted to smell more of it.

“Yes, I see what you mean now. Perhaps... you should model this pair yourself. Since you have the appropriate jewellery already.” Nines's voice sounded lower than usual and closer than ever and he could feel the man's body heat right behind him.

“Huh... yea.” He wasn't even listening to him now, just figured whatever he said was normal.

“You agree? Wonderful. I am quite surprised. I will make sure that no picture will show your face and nobody who is not in the know is aware of who you really are.” Nines reached over him and the scent got stronger, making him close his eyes.

When Gavin opened his eyes again he saw his name written beneath the jewellery note he made on the briefs. Only then it hit him what actually happened; what he had agreed to. And he couldn't exactly back out of this without embarrassing himself.

“Guess if you model the jacket, I can deal with this. Just let me know when and where. As long as nobody else will know I actually made those things, I'm fine with it.” In fact, it could be funny to see half his body in magazines and yet nobody being the wiser.

“I think I should get back to the design floor now. I'll catch you later. Though now you can text me if you need anything, I guess.” As Nines stepped back he walked around the table and back into the Alpha's office, then made his way to the door. He was just about to close it when he heard Nines call his name.

“Gavin! Did you mess with my desk!?”

He slammed the door and with a laugh jogged to the elevators, leaving a baffled secretary to stare after him.

---

He worked on the ties for the next two days, the new team a great help once he presented them with the patterns and what he expected. To say that some were surprised that he was Gavin Reed and the man behind the brand itself would be an understatement. One even doubted that, shocked that the man in ripped up jeans and a metal-band t-shirt that has seen better days was explaining the exact kind of stitch he wanted.

And afterwards he worked the hardest to impress his new boss.

Of course, all of them had to sign a contract not to disclose any information about Gavin, take any photos of him, or otherwise reveal who the creator of the brand was, but none of them argued. And with the new coffee machine in and breakfast catered to them, productivity was up.

Three days later, on a Friday, the collection was finally done.

The underwear, the ties, and the centrepiece of it all, the jacket, were all ready to be photographed. Then it was only a matter of days before the launch of the Greed collection for Lifewear was ready to be presented and sold.

Needless to say, Gavin brought in a few bottles of champagne and pizza for everyone on Thursday. Screw what the boss might think. This was the way to celebrate.

---

He really felt out of place among the tall models all around him and just sat back and let them do their thing.

Gavin never cared for behind the scenes of his creations, but watching it was definitely interesting. The male models were all downright perfect. Which actually annoyed him. Not everyone looked like this and it made no sense to present things for people who only looked this way.

“Yea, this isn't gonna work... gimme an hour. I want those two pieces untouched. I will find a model for them myself.” He patted Nines's shoulder, ignoring his question as he stepped out and wandered around. A different model was needed. Someone without perfectly chiselled abs, without blemish-less skin. Someone who looked human.

“Wait... hey, you! Wait!” Running up to the security guard from his second day, the one who seemed the most reluctant to kick him out, Gavin grinned. Yes, tall, tanned skin, but a muscular build that would work really well. “Have you ever been a model?”

“Uh, no sir? Is something wrong?” The man stared at him in confusion. After he was asked to work security detail for the photoshoot he agreed since he was bored of the lobby, but why was the designer talking to him?

“There's a first time for everything, as they say. No idea who they are, though. Anyway, I really need someone like you for the new collection and I will make sure you are paid for your time and work, in addition to what you're doing right now. Come on, please?”

“S-sir, I can't just leave my post. And I was given instructions to-” Gavin waved his hand.

“Come on, screw those instructions. This place is guarded better than all the banks I have been to. And I am sick of those guys. I want someone real to show what my work is like.” The guard hesitated, but then glanced above the man's shoulder and nodded, as if someone gave him permission to do so.

“Well, if you think I will do well. But I'm not exactly model material.” The security guard muttered.

“Bullshit. Anyone can model anything. You are exactly what I wanted for this. What's your name? I'm Gavin.” He lead the man into the shooting room, unaware that only a moment before Nines went back inside.

“It's Shayne. And... I know who you are sir.” The man just followed him and Gavin nodded. Irish, it seemed, or at least origin-wise might be.

“Cool, then just call me Gavin and not sir. Nines! Hey, I need you to get me one of those contracts you had for those guys for Shayne here because I really want him to model those two pieces. He's perfect for it.” Gavin was almost bouncing with excitement now. The last photo of the day would be Nines modelling the jacket.

“You... just grabbed one of our security guys and made him your model?” Nines was staring at him, then shook his head. “I'm not even surprised. All right, as long as you are fine with it?” He turned to the security guard who just shrugged.

“Eh, beats standing around, I guess. Though this is not really my scene.” He seemed to fidget a little.

“Just you wait. There's changing rooms over there and the underwear is already on the table, along with a matching tie. There's also a robe you can put on if you want, but you'll probably have to go into makeup first. I still have no idea why they powder someone's stomach and then put on shiny powder.” Shaking his head, the designer watched as the man was lead to the changing room and was left alone with Nines.

“You just have to do things your way, don't you?”

“Of course. That's what makes me who I am. Besides, that man has a nice frame and will show off exactly what is needed. Models are too... cookie-cutter. I want a change.” Hell, if he could find someone with a bit of a gut, he would probably ask them to also model things. For now, this would have to suffice.

And Shayne did a great job!

The man was tall, but thick, showing everything off perfectly, his beard hanging low, though obviously trimmed and styled. At least he was the last one to go so there weren't many people around. Gavin personally approved the photos he wanted, most pleased with the result.

“You know, I think you have more hidden talent at Lifewear than you know, Nines. I will definitely want Shayne to work for me again.” When the man was finally allowed to change back, Gavin smiled. “He better get a percentage of every piece that photo sells. Anyway, I guess... shit, how did I agree to this?”

“I wonder that myself, but you agreed to model this specific piece yourself, so go ahead, Gavin.” Nines smirked and ignored the way the man flipped him off as he headed to the changing room.

Things were about to get interesting.

Gavin was most pleased with the way the briefs fit. The length was perfect for his size, the lace on the side showing a hint of skin. He wore his favourite bracelets and cuffs, along with a few heavy rings on his fingers. Grabbing the robe he tugged it around himself and put his boots back on. Staring into the mirror for a moment he tried to reassure himself that this was fine. Nobody would see his face and find out who he was.

Stepping out he ignored Nines completely and walked up to the photographer who directed him to a leather chair he had ready. The robe came off and he tossed it nearby.

“Thanks, but I will pass.” He pulled away from the woman who came at him with some kind of powder on a big brush. “No, really, I don't want that stuff on me.”

“Just let him do as he pleases.” Came Nines's voice and he became aware of the man watching him, the blue gaze not leaving his body.

“Damn right. Let me do as I please.” Gavin muttered as he sat down in the chair.

The photographer told him how to sit, how to show off the underwear, but also the jewellery he wore. Bending his knee to show off the top of his heavy boots he frowned for a second, then tried to relax.

“Don't worry, I know better than to take a photo of your face. Alright, now, stretch your leg a little bit more, that's good. Now try to lean back at the same time, show off the lace detail. Okay.” The light was adjusted a little. “Place your hand lightly on your side... lower, yes, perfect. Alright, now hold.” Multiple flashes went off and he kept blinking each time, but otherwise didn't move.

“Now, stand up and put your leg up on that chair. Those boots look really nice with this style.” Gavin did as told, ignoring the heavy feeling of being watched. The light prevented him from seeing anything beyond them. “Now, use your other hand. Set your arm over the knee, relax your fingers. No, relax them. That's good. You don't have to flex-”

“That's just how I look!” Gavin growled. Flexing? Why would he bother with that?

“Oh, sorry. Alright, then just stay as you are... perfect!” More flashes went off and he did his best not to move. How did people do this for a living?

“Okay, next-”

---

He thought it would be amusing to have the designer himself model the underwear the way he liked it, but the plan seemed to actually backfire on him.

Gavin stepped out in a silky robe, which he dropped quickly. And Nines wasn't ready for that display. The underwear fit him perfectly, the lace on the side adding the allure he spoke of before. And it would be impossible to ignore the fact that the man looked good. More than good.

Either Gavin Reed worked out, or he was damn lucky in this regard. But his body was firm and when he turned around, Nines noticed that his behind looked perfect, especially in those undergarments.

When he was made to pose, directed by the photographer, the Alpha couldn't look away. The scent of lilac and lavender was faint, but it was there. And the longer he stared at the designer, the more he became aware of the man's presence, his heart beating faster. The heavy rings and bracelets contrasted the lace perfectly, Gavin knew what he was talking about when he proposed that, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

Gavin looked incredible.

So when the shoot was over, he felt almost disappointed. As the designer marched off to change back he stepped up to the photographer, hovering behind him.

“I want a copy of each photo to decide which ones I will use for the campaign.” He wanted all of them. For purely professional reasons, of course.

Two minutes later, Gavin Reed was back, dressed in his usual outrageous attire, but all Nines could think of was the underwear and whether he was still wearing it, or not.

“Your turn.” The man nudged him and Nines was brought back to reality. Right, the jacket.

---

He had never had his photograph taken like this for anything other than the yearbook or official IDs. And it felt as awkward and strange as he recalled. Relieved when it was over he knew it was his turn to gloat over how uncomfortable Nines would be having his photo taken.

Gavin didn't think the man would walk out in a pair of the boxers he designed and nothing else.

So many times he had taken the man's measurements to make sure the jacket would be perfect, he had the numbers in his head even now, but it didn't compare to seeing him almost naked. How was he not in the modelling business already? Gavin stared like a fool and Nines unzipped the jacket from the cover, then slid it on, making it look so incredibly casual.

Blue eyes met his and he knew his cheeks were red.

The photographer guided the Alpha to the same chair Gavin sat in moments ago, telling him how to lean back and pose, how to show off the jacket, then handed him a glass of amber liquid. Of course. Classy.

Flashes went off as photos were taken and Gavin knew he could just leave. He had no more business here, but instead he stayed right where he was and stared.

Nines made it all look so casual, so easy, as if he had been made for this kind of thing. The jacket showed his body off perfectly as he stood up to strike another pose, the boxers cupping him almost too damn well. He thought he would have been able to mock the man for this, but instead he found himself admiring the way Nines made everything look perfect. It was a wonderful decision to tailor the jacket to fit him, but a terrible one as well.

By the time the photo shoot was done, Gavin's mind was full of new ideas, all made to fit just one man. A nice vest, with the finest brocade. A shirt that would show off his forearms. A suit that would look amazing both in a meeting and outside of it. Too many ideas and too little time.

“Gavin? Gavin!?” Snapping out of it when Nines stood before him, all dressed once again, Gavin looked at the man. Why was he still wearing that jacket over his shirt? “Sorry, you appeared lost in thoughts. The shoot is wrapped up, but I am glad you were around till the end. The photographer will send me the photos by the end of next week, but I told him to also send them to you in case you have any preference. As the head designer, you should definitely have a say in what we publish.”

“Yea, sounds good. Seems like today was a success, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, I think I should head home. You know, it's Friday and we all want to go out and do stuff. Or just ignore the world and stay at home doing nothing.” With a soft laugh he stepped out of the room, toying with the keys in his pocket.

He would definitely go home, change clothes, and then go out. With some luck he could find a partner for the night. After all these weeks of work and pressure he wanted some relief.

“I agree. It's been a rough couple of days, so some rest is well-deserved. Any plans for tonight?” Nines's question was innocent enough, but Gavin knew he couldn't answer it.

“Not really. Maybe I will just grab a drink at a bar somewhere and head home. You?” He walked with the man to the elevators where the musky scent reached him again.

“Probably the same. I would invite you out, but I doubt that we would match on our bar preferences.” Nines's breathing was a bit heavier as well.

“Definitely not. I don't go to places where prosecco is soup du jour.” When the elevator door opened he was almost happy to get out. “Anyway, see you Monday!” Waving as he got into his car, which still seemed to piss many people off with its age and look, Gavin pulled out of his assigned parking space and drove off.

---

One quick shower later and Gavin felt no different, just eager to go out and find someone. It has been a while and he just had to avoid any Alpha he would encounter. The same song and dance as always. Grabbing a clean pair of jeans, these with only small rips on the knees, and a plain black t-shirt, Gavin took his leather jacket and headed out, calling a taxi.

Never drink and drive. His father would never forgive him if he did. Growing up with an Alpha detective was not always easy, but at least the man never treated him like trash because of what he was.

Probably after he beat up his Alpha brother for being an asshole. But Elijah had it coming.

Their mum was not happy, but dad seemed almost proud. And strangely enough, he got along with his brother much better after almost breaking his nose. Strange how some things worked.

Getting out of the taxi somewhere Downtown he thought of his options. A classic pub or bar would not cut it tonight, no, he needed something else. A place where people would gather and where he would be able to find someone suitable. Which wasn't easy considering his own looks and personality.

After looking at his phone for a bit he found a nice place recommended not only for their drinks, but also as a hunting ground for casual hook-ups. Exactly what he needed.

The place was barely half-full and he easily found a seat at the bar, ordering a beer as he scanned the room. A few groups hanging out, some couples out to have a good time, and some singles mingling about. So far, so bland.

Nobody matched his type. He never really had any, but recently he developed a taste for tall men. Someone with nice hair and intense eyes. Good forearms were also nothing to frown at. But here? There was not one person who would match that description, not one man who would suit his taste. And he never had much of a taste aside from his partner not being an Alpha.

When did that change?

---

Nines sat at the bar and scanned the place again, but in the thirty minutes he had been there nobody caught his attention. He went home and changed clothes, something more casual than his usual, but even now seemed too intimidating. The bartender himself just served him without really meeting his gaze, which in itself was annoying.

On his second whisky, wondering if he should perhaps switch to a different place, this bar doing nothing for him, Nines looked at his phone. Barely nine in the evening. Damn.

It was the moment he saw Gavin in those briefs, looking as cocky as always, posing like he was made for it, that awakened something inside he thought he was gone. That was why he wanted all photos from the shoot. Not to select the best ones, since the photographer himself had an eye for that, but to see them all.

Staring at the pictures of himself Gavin took a couple days prior he smiled. The man really knew his stuff. The jacket was now hanging at his house, right where he could see it. After all, why not take what was custom made to fit him? He would have worn it tonight had it not been so important and... precious.

Smiling at his phone he sat up as it hit him out of nowhere.

Lilac and vanilla.

He glanced around, eyes wide, and then saw him a moment later.

Gavin Reed sat at the opposite end of the bar, looking equally as bored, drinking his beer as his eyes scanned the place. Could it be...?

Calling the bartender over he whispered something to him, nodding towards Gavin briefly, then sat back and looked at his phone. Typing something he frowned, erased it, then tried again. And erased that as well. It was the fourth message that he was satisfied with before he hit send.

Fancy a drink with me?

A second later, he heard a faint chime and watched as Gavin took out his phone, and looked around, bewildered. Then their eyes met and Nines smirked.

Perhaps tonight could be interesting after all.

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The music was not loud enough to ignore the notification sound from his phone, plus he had no reason to do so in the first place. But he didn't expect to see a message from Nines of all people. He managed to even forget that not long ago they exchanged numbers purely because of the jacket. And now the man was sitting at the opposite end of the bar, a smirk on his face and a dark-coloured drink in his hand.

Of all the damn bars in the city he had to choose this one? Gavin hadn't even been to this one before!

When their eyes met he could not really look away and feign ignorance, pretend he hadn't noticed the man at all. And after thirty minutes in this place and with nobody who caught his interest, might as well chat for a while and go home, take care of his frustrations himself and go to bed.

So Gavin rolled his eyes and smirked, making the man rise and walk over without hesitation. And the closer he got, the more aware he became of the man's scent that just kept following him lately. Not even leaving a chair between them, Nines sat right beside him and Gavin closed his eyes for a moment, looking away.

“So, how are your hands?” Gavin asked after he took a drink of his beer, putting his phone away. There was no need to reply to the message.

“Pardon?” Almost confused, Nines gave him a strange look. “My hands are well and quite talented. What an odd question.”

“I meant after the fall, asshole!” He hissed in reply and shook his head. “I forgot to ask about it earlier, so better now than never, right? Forget I asked anything.” Maybe this was a mistake and he should have just got up and left.

“Oh, why not just say so? And perfectly fine, thank you for the concern. To be honest, I forgot about that.” What a lie and how easily was it given. He couldn't forget the way Gavin looked underneath him, the scent that surrounded the man downright assaulting his senses, the warmth of his skin so close as the kilt rode up and his legs pressed against him. The position was so suggestive in that moment and he couldn't get it out of his head. “What about you? Everything all right? You almost hit your head.”

“Yea, yea, I'm fine. No big deal. Just kinda annoyed that work is finished and now I need to find something to entertain me. I don't like being bored.” Maybe he could just sew for fun. Make some things in his spare time to donate later.

“So you like to keep busy. In that case, I'm surprised to find you here. Though I imagine that after spending weeks among the same people you wanted a break.” Nines sipped the dark liquid and Gavin finally looked at him.

“Yea, something like that. Felt like checking out a new place, too. Didn't expect to meet anyone I know. Much less my boss.” He looked back at his beer, tracing a finger through the condensation droplets on the side. “What about you? Doesn't look like a place you would frequent too much.”

To his surprise, Nines laughed. “You're right, it isn't a place I would normally go to, but I also wanted to try something new. Broaden my horizons.” His options.

“Seems like we both had the same idea, though this place seems to be a bust. I might just have one more drink and call it a night.” He definitely didn't need Nines of all people see him try to pick someone up. He didn't need his boss to know he wanted to find a guy to take to a hotel room for the night. Things were already awkward enough.

“I have to admit something,” Nines said after a moment, glancing around the bar as he tapped his fingers along the edge of the glass. “I came here for a reason. Not just to drink in a bar I've never been to before. No, I figured... this could be a good place to find someone. Anyone.” He laughed. “My last date went pretty badly, so I figured I would have more success trying to find someone for one night. No strings attached, no dating or relationships...” He glanced over at Gavin. “I'm sure that's an awful thing to hear from your boss.

Gavin merely shrugged. “Not really. That's why many people come to bars. Hell...” He bit his lip for a moment. “-that's what I'm here for, too. Been kinda on edge lately, so I figured I could find someone interested for a one-night-stand and then move on with my life. I need a break from work.” And this would be fine. Or would have been had this man not showed up.

Seriously, how many bars were in this damn city...

Tracing patterns into the condensation now he watched the large droplets go down faster, trying to think of what to say now. What was there to say? Both of them were here to find someone for casual sex. Great. “So, what's your type?”

He watched as Nines couched as he finished his drink and felt a small amount of satisfaction from being able to shock the man. For a second there was a strange look on his face that he didn't dwell on too much, but then the man signalled for another drink and turned to him.

“Didn't expect anyone, least of all you, to ask me that question. I was caught off-guard, I guess. My type... I wonder about that. I don't think I ever had any, but lately there was something.” Blue eyes stared at him and Gavin didn't look away.
“I think someone strong. I'm not into men who look like I can break them with my bare hands. Not too submissive as that gets boring. Someone with inner fire... helps if he has a nice ass. Maybe dark hair and light eyes. A nice contrast. Soft lips...” All the while his eyes kept darting over Gavin's face, which the man didn't seem to notice at all.

Another drink was placed before him and Nines turned away again, leaving Gavin to figure it out for himself.

“So, you're into men.” Was the first comment to leave his lips. “Interesting time you've got there, too.”

“Never was into women in the first place, plus there is less chance of pregnancy. Unless I deal with an Omega, which I never do. In fact, I stay as far away from them as I possibly can. That's why at the party...” Frowning he shook his head. “Anyway, I stick to Betas or Deltas mostly, I guess. What about you? What's your type? What kind of man, or woman, gets your blood pumping?”

One word pushed itself to the front of his mind and Gavin dismissed it quickly. “My type? I can get behind the strong guy thing. Taller for sure and if you make a joke about height this beer will be all over you.” He muttered. “Nice forearms. I'm a sucker for a man with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A defined jawline. Intense eyes are always a bonus, too. Hm, what else... dark hair, I think. Never really was into blonds.”

He missed the way Nines raised an eyebrow at him.

“So, men for you, too.” He couldn't say he was that surprised.

“Talk about cliché, right? A fashion designer and gay? But those are the only two boxes I tick on that list. Too bad for me though. Not a lot of Deltas that fit my standards.” Sighing he looked around. Though more people came in, none of them even came close to his type.

Some just didn't look like what he would go for. Others seemed to have an attitude just from the way they walked and presented themselves. And the rest were really badly dressed. Today was definitely not a good day.

“Why does it have to be a Delta?” Nines asked, genuinely curious. “I mean, why not a Beta or an Omega?”

“Betas are too submissive. Not a fan of that. Omegas, at least those I met, are romantic and believe in some fated pair nonsense. I mean, good for them, but I don't buy into that shit. And Alphas... yea, there is no way I will ever submit to one of you guys. No offence, but take offence if you want to.” He didn't care.

“Hm, I might have to agree on the Omegas with you, though I don't interact with them often. Or at all, if I can avoid it. Josh is an exception, but you saw what happened at the party. It was a false heat and still I-...” Shaking his head, Nines finished his drink and Gavin frowned as he saw him toss them back like nothing. Sure, Alphas had more endurance, but this was pushing it. “Plus the whole pregnancy thing... not getting into that. That's why I don't date women in the first place, so why would I risk it with an Omega?”

“We can agree on that. Being gay helps with the women aspect, but I have no interest in any kids. My older brother can take care of that crap. Hey, so can yours, right? Just do whatever you want. Thank fuck for all the science we have to prevent what we don't want, right?” If only Nines knew.

“We can definitely agree on that. And also maybe on the fact that there is such... weak selection tonight.” Nines looked about the room, lingering on one person or another, but in the end just looked at Gavin. “Guess I won't get lucky tonight. You?”

“Adding this to my list of conversation I never thought would happen, but yea. Can't see anyone who would fit my criteria, but then again I am very picky. With fashion and my partners.” He finished his beer and ordered another, telling the woman to put Nines's drink on his tab.

“It's strange. Even with all the options I should have, I limit myself to those I cannot get pregnant. I cannot stomach the idea of doing that to anyone. Or... the idea of attacking someone.” The man frowned and the air seemed to get a bit more serious. “My brother did that. In high school. I was a couple years below, but I was there. An Omega went into their first heat and Connor wasn't ready. He didn't know how to deal with that. Never got quite over it, either. Ever since I make sure to stay away from them as well.”

“Connor attacked someone?” Gavin sat up, suddenly upset. Now he had even more of a reason to keep the man away from himself and his staff. “Guess I can't blame him really. First heat is unpredictable and someone unprepared would be exposed to dangers.” Too bad he had first-hand experience with that, too. Rubbing the scar on his nose he sighed. “I still don't like him though.”

“I wish I knew what he did to upset you so much. He's usually the favourite. People like his company, enjoy being around him and avoid me. But you don't. Though, I cannot say I'm complaining. I find your company enjoyable. It's not often I meet someone who can just give me crap so easily.” And that amused him.

“Well, you're easy to annoy. But I admit over time I find your company enjoyable, too. Something about you is just, I don't know. I don't like Alphas, but you're different. Don't ask me why, but I don't feel any weird vibes from you and while you get on my nerves now and then, it's not in a negative way. To be honest, I guess you may say I feel safe around you than I do around any other Alpha. You can still be a cocky asshole, but at least you are genuine in the way you act and with what you say. You don't pretend to be better just because you're an Alpha. We're cool.” Drinking his beer he leaned back and sighed. “Total disappointment as far as this bar goes, though.”

“I admit, I wasn't that keen on you when we first met. The great Gavin Reed, creator of one of the most popular fashion brands that went from magazines to red carpets. I expected someone... I don't know-”

“Refined? Elegant? Basic? Snobby? Old?” Gavin laughed. “Sorry to disappoint. I don't buy into the whole millionaire asshole thing. Honestly, still baffles me to see so much money in my accounts.”

“I noticed. I also saw the car you drive.” Teasing him, Nines signaled for another round of drinks. His evening got far better with Gavin around, even if he originally had other plans.

“Hey, leave my car out of this! I bought her after working all summer when I got my license and she's a reliable beast!” Laughing he finished his beer just as a new on was placed before it. “I get that she looks like crap, but still works. Why bother with a new one? Also, maybe you should slow down with the drinks. What is that, anyway?”

“Whisky and why? I can handle my drink. Plus, Alphas have a stronger resistance.” He smirked and Gavin could smell that faint scent again.

“Suit yourself. Just don't count on me dragging your ass home.” Gavin chuckled. Honestly, hanging out with Nines was not so bad. It made the evening bearable.

“I'm kinda disappointed. There is not one good-looking man in here. Aside from us two, of course.” Nines commented after a moment.

“Careful, that almost sounded like a compliment.” But Nines was right. Honestly, the man was hot and he had even admitted to Josh that he thought he was fuckable.

“Good. It was one.”

“I had high hopes for this place, but then again, not many people would go for someone like me. The scar makes me look like a thug who is out and looking for a brawl. And since no one knows what Gavin Reed looks like I don't even have whatever fame that brings to help me.” Another night when he would be alone.

“I find that hard to believe. No one goes for you? You are handsome and I cannot imagine people not going for you.” Again with the compliments, but Nines sounded like he meant it.

“My personality also keeps people away. What about you? I saw how many people were crowding you at the party, looking your way while expecting you to return the gaze. I thought of keeping score. Nobody there struck your fancy? Not here, either?”

“God, no. I don't want anything to do with those snobby, trust-fund brats. They think I am some kind of prize to be one. No matter what kind of event I am made to attend, they are always lurking and waiting. Just once I would like to be with someone without an ulterior motive, even if just one night. A person who wants the same thing I do; relief.” Nines sighed and stopped himself short of tossing back another drink.

“Same for me. Just one night with someone who is not in it to feel superior, who doesn't want to control others and get off on some sick power-play. Merely someone who would want to be with me because of me, I guess.” Instead he was sitting around and moping. Pathetic. “Well, at least I can't complain about the company.”

“We should have sex.” Nines said after a moment, then realized it was not just a random thought. The words were out before he could let his brain catch up. “I mean... well, no. That's exactly what I mean.” The man laughed and took a drink. “What could it hurt? We're both here for the same reason and there is nobody around good enough. We both get laid without having to worry about commitment or anything else... and clearly we both need it.”

Gavin nearly choked on his beer, coughing before he was able to breathe normally again and then stared at the man. “All right, you are clearly drunk. In case you have forgotten, you are my boss. Can't exactly ghost my boss after a one-night-stand, can I? Having sex with you would be-” And the moment he said that he started to think about it.

He knew what it felt like to be staring up into the man's eyes, to feel his arms wrapped around his body, the weight of it. The scent the man gave off tantalizing and intense-

“Now you made me think about it!”

“Oh please, you already were thinking about it. It would just be casual sex, I'm not asking you out on a date, Gavin. And I believe it would be beneficial to both of us.” Was he slurring? The words sounded clear in his head, but he wanted to make sure Gavin knew what he meant.

“You don't want to sleep with me. Trust me on that. That would be a huge mistake.” He was an Omega. One who was unable to get pregnant, but he still was one. And Nines had an aversion towards them. Getting along meant nothing. “How about I help you get home instead? Seems like we've both had enough to drink for one evening and I doubt the situation here will improve.”

“Why? Tell me, why would it be a mistake? Nines finished his drink and turned on the stool to properly face Gavin, staring at the man, then leaned in when he smelled that scent. It was downright radiating off of the man, temping him. Whatever it was, it was the loveliest smell in the world. And while he may be tipsy, or even a little drunk, he knew what he wanted.
“I'm pretty sure it would be incredible. I saw your legs in the kilt. Your body is really strong. I can only imagine how you would bounce on my-”

“Yea, you definitely had enough.” Gavin placed a hand over the man's lips, his face showing a nice blush. He could smell the whisky on Nines's breath, but more than that he smelled the man himself and it was even better than last time. “Come on, I'll call you a cab.”

“A cab? No need. I drove here, anyway. And I want another drink. Stay, Gavin, let me buy you another drink. Or two.” He smiled. “I'm perfectly fine. I could drive if I-”

“You drove here, asshole? All right, that's it!" Gavin frowned and reached out, running his hands over Nines's sides. “Drinking and driving... I'm confiscating these and you will get them back when you are sober. You're an Alpha, but that doesn't make you invulnerable or immortal, Nines. They have cameras in the parking lot, so your car is safe.” Gavin took out his phone and dialled his usual cab number.

“Ten minutes, got it. Thanks. Hey, can I pay for both of us? This idiot has had enough and I am taking him home till he comes to his senses.” The bartender, who has been watching them from afar, just nodded.

“Hm, no let me pay.” Nines spoke quickly, taking out a black card and swiped it over the machine. Gavin sighed and let him, taking care of the tip instead. “You're so cute. How do you plan to take me home? You're smaller than I am. Do you honestly think you can handle me?”

“Come on, the cab will be here soon.” What was this mess he got himself into? “Shut up, Nines. I don't just sit on my ass all day and sew. Who do you think drags the bolts of cloth back and forth constantly? I work out and I can take you if I have to.” Obviously his idea of taking Nines on was different than the man's. “I can handle you.”

“Oh, you can take me, hm? We should find out about that. I will let you handle me all you want.” The man downright purred, leaning close once more and Gavin wanted to punch something out of frustration.

He came to the bar to get laid and now he had to take care of his drunk boss.

“I will knock you the fuck out if you don't stop, Nines. Ugh, sorry about this guy. I have to leave his car in the parking lot because he was an asshole who thought he could drink and drive.” The bartender just waved a hand, wishing them a good night.
“Come on, you can use my guest-room.” And Gavin grabbed Nines's hand, trying to get him out of the bar and maybe the crisp air outside would help.

“You're really good at resisting me. It's kind of frustrating and also hot. I can't decide at this point.” He made no attempt the fight the man's hold on him, only got more interested. “Wait, you're taking me to your place? Are you also planning to check up on me at night?”

“Yea, that way I can keep an eye on you and I know where everything is. Plus, I don't feel like dealing with trying to unlock your doors and then driving you to the bar again.” Stepping outside he was glad to see the taxi already waiting for them. Some people never disappointed. “You owe me so many fucking cookies from that fancy bakery for this...”

“Anything you want. How about I sweeten the deal even more?” Nines was too close, his scent all around Gavin as he tried to get him into the cab. “It's not even that late yet and I don't feel tired. You will have to entertain me.”

The man was definitely drunk and Gavin had to fight with himself not to be an asshole. Or take the jokes as a serious offer. Were Nines not his boss, maybe he would actually give it a chance. “Fine, I will put some cartoons on. Get in the cab.” And finally, Nines listened.

At least until the door closed behind Gavin and the cab drove off. Within moments the man was close, their thighs touching and a hand wrapped around his shoulders. The Alpha's skin felt hot and his scent was even more intense, making him almost dizzy. It was everything he loved in a fragrance and only lingered around this man. Was he using some pheromones? Or maybe a special perfume? This wasn't normal.

He felt the man get closer, then downright nuzzle into his hair and let out a soft, happy-sounding sigh. “I wish I knew why you smell so amazing. I've never smelled anything so delicious. Not on anyone I ever met...” Nines was even closer now and Gavin was losing patience and control.

“Just the shampoo I use. Nothing special.” His brain felt foggy and skin warm. Even more so with Nines this close to him, nuzzling him and being affectionate in a way no boss ever should be. How much did he drink? “Maybe you're just sensitive to scents, like Connor.”

“Hm, I don't think so. Maybe I am just sensitive to you. I've never cared for other scents, either.” The man wasn't even sure what he was saying now. “But yours... I can't get enough of it.” The man's head dipped down, his nose brushing over Gavin's ear and the designer let out a soft, undignified sound.

He could not take medication in front of Nines, much less any suppressants to help fix whatever was happening. But he almost didn't want to. The soft touch felt good and his eyes involuntarily closed as he got closer.

It was as if he had given the man permission to do as he pleased. In fact, Nines grew bolder once he heard the sound, his other hand now resting on Gavin's thigh and slowly creeping up as his lips brushed over his ear. Warm. “Your skin is getting heated, Gavin. I can feel it... your scent is driving me crazy. Just thinking about us together, how good I would feel inside you-”

“We're in a fucking taxi!” Gavin hissed, but he was definitely thinking about it now. Even his voice sounded off as Nines kept touching him, the man's face too close to his own. And the scent seemed to only grow in intensity now, which was causing his body to react to the man.

“I wasn't trying to get in your pants... here. Have you changed your mind yet, Gavin? I know you are thinking about it.” Each word was whispered into his ear and the proximity alone made him shudder. Grabbing the man's wrist before it could get too high up his leg, Gavin opened his eyes and turned his head, grey eyes wide as he realized how close Nines really was.

“Not. Here. And stop making me think more about it”

The smile on Nines's face was too damn cocky!

When the cab finally stopped he quickly paid the driver and nearly fell out, eager to get some cool air, but it did nothing for his skin. And within seconds Nines was touching him again, hands on his hips now. Not hesitating he lead the man to the front door and then inside, but the moment the door was closed and locked he was pressed against it, lips on his neck, hands roaming over his backside.

“Why do you always smell so good, Gavin...” The man breathed into his ear as Gavin tried to gather the last pieces of his sanity.

“You should really drink some water... then sleep this off. You don't want to have any regrets in the morning, do you? Come on, be rational about this.” He should be pushing him away, but the scent was in his had now.

“I would rather get my mouth on you... and myself into your bed.” Nines's fingers slid underneath his t-shirt and onto his skin, pressing their bodies closer.

“I noticed... fuck, fine, I'll put you to bed myself.” Maybe once Nines would be lying down this would stop. Hell, the man could have his room for all he cared, but this had to stop. He would tuck Nines in and in the morning mock him for being an idiot. Pulling away he walked to the stairs, once more leading the other by the hand, and took him upstairs. Or at least tried to, because it wasn't long before the man's hands were on him again, touching his ass again. “Hey! Are you trying to make me fall again?”

“I would catch you.” Nines whispered, but stopped trying to remove the man's shirt and followed him obediently. At least until they reached what had to be the master bedroom.

Large, in soothing tones of blues and greys, and very tidy. Perhaps more so than his own bedroom. But he didn't get to admire it too long, already having taken his jacket off and now working on his shirt, annoyed by the buttons.

“You can just sleep here. Bathroom's through that door. I will go and get you some water and what the fuck, Nines?” Gavin started to turn around as strong arms wrapped around him, one dipping underneath his t-shirt and pushing it up, the other going the opposite way to press against the front of his jeans.

“You know exactly what, Gavin. You even took me to your own bedroom.” The man's voice was whispering into his ear in the most sensual tune and Gavin had to fight to remember why this was a bad idea. Sure, he never lied to the man about the whole getting pregnant thing, but he never explicitly told him he was an Omega. Nines just assumed he was a Delta or something. And the whole Nines being his boss thing was also part of why this would be a terrible thing to start.

So he should pull away. Any moment. Yes, this was the best choice. Pull away, go to the kitchen and get him some water, convince him to sleep and not tilt his head to the side when lips began to touch him and the heat of the Alpha's skin began to soak through the t-shirt, mixing with his own heat.

“Nines... fuck, I don't want to do this when you're drunk.” He really didn't. The hands stopped and he breathed a soft sigh of relief. “The whole having sex thing, you'll probably change your mind when you sober up. So going all the way-”

“And if we don't? If I will still want you when completely sober? Will you reconsider?” Nines sounded serious enough for him to think about it.

“Fine.” Gavin breathed, finally able to turn around and look at the man. Nines's skin was so incredibly hot. “I don't do drunk sex, just so you know. But if you still want this in the morning, if you still want to fuck me, we can try.”

“What if I just want to touch you now?” Nines breathed, still not letting go, his blue eyes darkened with desire.

“Just... touch me?” None of this made any sense and he knew what he was supposed to say. What he had to say. A hand slowly rose up to touch the man's chest and his skin was so hot it burned. He knew that Alphas ran hot, but this was incredible.

“Maybe kiss you.” The words send a shudder down his spine. Some kissing and touching was not a big deal, right?

The battle was lost.

“Yea, I think we can do that.” Gavin relented in the end and not a moment later, Nines gently tugged him him forward as hen sat back onto the bed at the same time, and pulled Gavin onto his lap.

His lips were captured in what was definitely one of the most heated kisses and he had no time to argue or think about more consequences as the man he called his boss pushed his shirt up, pulling away just long enough to tug it over his head and toss it somewhere. And then it was back to kissing and neither could deny how aroused they were. Or how straddling the man enabled him to be at the perfect height to return the kiss.

And fuck, Nines knew how to kiss. Even if Gavin was a little touch-starved, this man knew exactly where to touch him to make him let out sounds that were too embarrassing otherwise. Right now they only seemed to add fuel to the already strong fire. He felt Nines rock up against him and just... gave in. He let go of the worries he had, at least for the most part, and kissed him back, allowing his hands to roam and explore the body he had touched through clothes.

When Nines wore the jacket he made on bare skin... that image was still burned in his mind.

Meanwhile Nines didn't stop kissing him for even a moment. The Alpha finally got to taste the man who was haunting him the past few weeks and the scent was all around them now. It was as if someone took his favourite scents and made Gavin bathe in them, but he quickly found out it wasn't just his scent.

The man's lips tasted divine and his arousal grew the longer their lips were connected, the more he felt the man close. Everything about Nines that used to piss him off for no reason was now alluring and his scent... fuck, the scent made him audibly moan.

“Clothes. Off.” Gavin breathed when he pulled away to breathe, his eyes meeting intense blue. Fuck Nines for even daring to look like that!

“You'll have to stand up for that.” Nines breathed, his lips teasing Gavin's as he spoke, making the man groan.

The last thing he wanted was to get away from the warmth, but in the end he relented, aware that there was no other way.

All things considered, both previous circumstances, current happenings, and the consequences of what they were doing right now, this was a bad idea. And there was still time to stop this all. But instead Gavin tossed caution out the window and pulled away from the man, long enough to stand up and undo his belt.

The moment he was nude the man was pulling him back on the bed, strong hands roaming over the newly exposed skin, squeezing at his thighs and moving up. “No fair, you're still dressed.” Partially so, but the point was clear.

“It appears you are correct. Allow me to fix that mistake.” Nines downright purred against his lips, pulling away just long enough to remove his pants along with his underwear.

Damn!

It was the scent that reached him first, but when he looked at the man and saw exactly how well-proportioned Nines was, Gavin struggled to remember why they weren't going to have sex.

He didn't get to ponder that for too long as Nines pulled him back onto his lap and without any barriers between them, Gavin fully felt the heat of his skin. The scent that kept radiating off the man was even stronger now and he was willing and eager as it enveloped it. It had to be the most incredible thing he ever smelled. Everything about it made him want to press close and not let go again.

So when the man's hand finally wrapped around him, Gavin's moan was lost in the kiss and his hips rocked forward and into Nines's hand. Straddling him like this he noticed how they were the perfect height to kiss, the Alpha lips on a perfect level. But his own hands didn't remain idle or restrained to the man's chest. Oh no, they were exploring what he had only touched through clothing before and growing bolder with each moment.

Until finally he wrapped his hand around Nines and felt almost relieved that he insisted on no drunk sex. The man felt even bigger in his hand and he doubted he had enough lube to help with this. But for one night, he could let his fantasy loose a little and enjoy this.

“Your taste... it's addictive...” Nines whispered, pulling Gavin even closer, until there was no way to stroke the man without bumping hands. “Your smell alone was driving me crazy, but now I can't help it. I want more of you.” For once he regretted drinking so much. Even though he was barely buzzed, he would respect Gavin's rule.

Next time, there would be no alcohol.

“I should be the one saying that.” Gavin panted, trying to stroke the man, but the close proximity prevented that. An easy solution, of course, presented itself a moment later. Nines gently removed his hand and used his own to stroke them both at the same time, the heat alone causing the Omega to let out a muffled cry as he was kissed again.

It may have been a while, but this was better than all the times he had sex combined.

“You're so tempting... next time you want to fuck me, you better be sober.” Gavin breathed. Pulling away just long enough to stare into his eyes.

“Anytime. Anywhere. Fuck, you could come to my office on Monday and tell me to take you... I would bend you right over the desk.” The Alpha's words sent a shiver down his spine.

“Don't tempt me.” What were the chances of Nines possibly forgetting this happened? The teasing and touching, the sheer intimacy they now shared...

“I want to tempt you. Every damn day... every moment...” Lips claimed in another kiss, Gavin didn't get a chance to respond, only moan when the man stroked them both. But his other hand wasn't idle either, the fingers tangling in his hair as they kissed, sliding down his back to pull him closer still. And Gavin didn't resist in the slightest.

And maybe it was the kiss that did it for him. While Nines's hand on him felt incredible, the taste of the man on his lips was downright divine and the pleasure just kept rising and rising until it became too much. His fingers pressed firmly against the Alpha's back as he moaned, unable to hold back any longer. There was no time to think about how quickly it happened, or that this was his boss making him feel so fucking good. No, thinking would have to wait until later, he was not capable of anything remotely rational right now.

When he came, it was possibly the most intense feeling he had in years. He could not even recall the last time it felt this way. Everything faded and all he could focus on was the hard body pressed against his own and lips trying to devour his. Gavin felt more heat spill between them a moment later and Nines's hand kept moving for a few more strokes before coming to a halt.

“Gavin...” The man whispered against his lips when he finally pulled away. Opening his eyes that he didn't remember closing, he stared at the Alpha and tried to think of what to say, but instead he was kissed again.

It was the easier thing in the world to just kiss him back and ignore any consequences of their actions. So when Nines fell back on his bed, he didn't care, the mess between them still present as the other pulled him close, arms sliding around his body.

Worse things have happened.

“We should do this again.” Nines eventually said as he pulled away, just staring at Gavin. In the low light his eyes looked almost silver instead of grey. Such a rare colour to have.

“Then you better be sober next time.” Gavin huffed, earning himself a chuckle.

“I will. I promise.” With the hands still around him, there was no way to pull away and frankly, neither of them seemed too keen on that. So maybe this was fine the way it was.

Aware of Nines pulling him close, he didn't fight it and just relaxed, too tired after the intense work week and what just occurred moments ago. His boss still had his arms around him and seemed to almost be nuzzling his hair. Now was not the time to think about consequences.

So he just didn't.

And falling asleep came easily for once.

---

When dawn broke, both men were still asleep, the light slowly penetrating the room and casting soft rays on the ceiling and walls. So used to waking up early, even after an evening of drinking, Nines stirred first, his eyes slowly opening as he took in the sight of the room in morning light.

Gavin had his back to him, pressed nice and close, as the Alpha spooned him from behind. No, he didn't forget anything about last night. And now he got to watch the man sleep, his hair a mess and body warm as they were pressed close. Out of sheer curiosity he brushed away the hair hiding the nape of the man's neck and saw, with some small amount of satisfaction, that there was no mark.

Of course. The man was not bound to anyone.

But he did feel him tense the moment he brushed his fingertip over the skin, which could only mean one thing; Gavin was awake.

“Good morning.” Finally saying something, Nines smiled and felt the man relax again. “I hope you slept well. After last night...”

“Not like we did much.” Gavin replied and finally turned around, putting a bit of space between them and just stared at the man.

“I hope you are suggesting that next time we do more.” Grey eyes widened a bit and Nines raised an eyebrow at him. “Don't tell me that you forgot saying we could do more without the being drunk part?”

“I-... well, no. But I thought that you would have forgotten. I mean you drank quite a few of those whiskeys.” That earned him a soft smile.

“I can handle my drink. You should have believed me. And there is nothing I would want to forget about last night.” Nines let his hand slowly slide down the man's side, then pulled him closer and let it linger on the small of his back. “Maybe we could try again? Without the alcohol, of course, if that makes you happy.”

“Yea, look, fucking with my boss does not sound like a smart idea, even if that boss is ridiculously hot and-”

“You think I'm hot?” The smug grin on his face made Gavin roll his eyes.

“Oh please, don't pretend like you don't know you are. Hell, I touched you through clothes before. I know you have the perfect body, Nines. But that doesn't mean we should start having sex.” Seemed like a perfectly sound argument.

“Au contraire, I think that's exactly what it means. I am sure you noticed last night how well your body fits against mine. And we should explore that. After all, what happens outside of work is our private business.” The hand slid lower, resting on his backside. “How about we try and see what happens?”

“You trying to propose we become sex-buddies?” Not like they were friends in order to be those with benefits.

“I am. Last night, even with just a hand, you being close made me crave more. If your condition is that we keep work and private life separate, and that no alcohol is involved, I can agree to that.” The man appeared rather stunned by the proposal.

“I didn't mean no alcohol at all... just not getting too drunk. Shit, Nines, do you even realize what you-” But he never finished that sentence, warm lips pressing to his own to silence him. And it worked like magic.

“Yes, I realize. And I am aware of the consequences it could have. I am also incredibly aware of the fact that I never got off so quickly just by using a hand. Or that someone would deny me. That was... a first, I admit that much.” Gavin rolled his eyes again at him.

“Can't be the first time someone told you no. Like, come on. I get that you are surrounded by yes-sayers, but I can't be the first person to have ever told you-” But Nines once again silenced him with a kiss.

“You were. And that makes you even more alluring in my eyes, Gavin. Just think about it. Our bodies fit well together, you felt it just like I have. We have chemistry. And what we do outside our jobs won't affect them. Ignore that I am technically your boss.” Even if that may be easier said than done.

“Not just technically...” Gavin muttered, pulling away and sitting up, giving Nines a nice view of his back. There was nothing gentle or weak about this cocky man. He had the attitude of an Alpha without being one himself and never seemed to back down or give in. And those were incredibly attractive traits.

And he had an amazing body from what he saw and touched until now. His blue gaze never left the man as Gavin stood up, instantly sliding down to his rear.

“I can feel you staring.” The shorter man remarked without even looking at him and Nines laughed.

“Can you blame me? Finally it is bright enough in order for me to see all of you. And I must say, I like what I see. Very much so.” Gavin gave him a middle finger over his shoulder, grabbing his phone from his discarded jacket. He should probably do the same with his own, but that could wait.

“I'm taking a shower. We fell asleep and dry cum is not a good look on anyone.” And he had to deal with the sheets. Opening a door that seemed to lead into the bathroom, the man flicked the lights on and vanished from view, leaving Nines alone in the bedroom.
“Well? Are you coming or not? The shower it big enough for two.”

Nines smirked.

“Could not be more direct of an invitation if I ever heard one.” And he gladly accepted, getting up to follow and only then saw what the other meant. Yes, it was not an attractive look at all. Best to get cleaned up. Grabbing his phone to check his messages after all, Nines didn't think twice about it.

Gavin was right. The shower itself was big, but the entire bathroom was large. And impeccably clean. Surely he didn't clean himself. The tub looked downright new and there was not even one spot on the mirror. His gaze fell on the man as he stared at himself. There was a bright red mark on his neck and Nines knew exactly where it came from.

“You marked me? Seriously?” The man didn't seem upset, either. “Asshole.”

“Takes one to know one. But you look... really nice. This kind of look suits you.” Nines walked up behind him and slid one arm around Gavin's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, lips right over the mark. “I wonder what kind of look you would have after a proper night with me. I hope I get to find out.”

“Yea... I mean, I guess we can wait and see. But who knows, right? Better burn this image into your memory.” Gavin laughed and leaned into him.

“I have a much better idea.” Nines purred, lifting up his phone and switching the camera on. One photo later he brought his arm back down and smiled. “We look good together.” They really did.

“Whatever. I'm taking a shower, with or without you.” As Gavin pulled away, Nines made sure to save the photo and set the phone aside, following him into the shower.

The hot water felt really nice, especially as it made them both clean. But he was far more interested in how incredibly hot Gavin looked all wet, eyes closed as the water washed over him, removing all traces of last night. Now he was sure there would be more. Once again he slid his arms around the man and began to kiss his neck, but kept his touch above the waist.

And when the other leaned into him and tilted his neck to the side, Nines felt like he won. For now.

“We're not having sex in the shower.” The man stopped kissing at his neck and chuckled.

“As you command. How about we get dinner when you decide you want my company again?” Looking at the various products the man had on the shelves he did notice a certain theme. None of them had any fragrance. So this scent that he kept noticing lingering around the man was not from this. Shampoo, conditional, body wash, even the hand soap was without fragrance.

He knew it. Nothing could possibly imitate that delectable scent of vanilla and lilacs that turned his head since they met. It was all Gavin all along.

“Hey, plan on washing up or just doing this?” When Nines didn't pull away, Gavin sighed and turned around in the man's arms, then leaned up and kissed him. “We can't spend all day in here. In case you didn't notice, your car is still at that bar and we can't both be late for work. And you can't go to work wearing the clothes from last night, either.” Gavin smiled, smug in the fact that he was correct about everything.

“Hm, so I take it you will give me a lift?” Even with the man staring at him, Nines didn't stop touching him and as long as Gavin wouldn't make him, he had no plans to, either.

“Of course. I'm an asshole, but not that kind of an asshole.” Gavin smirked. “Feel free to use anything you want. Just don't expect any super-luxurious names. Hell, all of these are from my mum's salon, anyway, so you can bet they are better than anything with a big name slapped on it.” And he said that with pride in his voice.

“Such generosity.” He laughed, stealing one more kiss before actually doing what they came there to do. Cleaning up. Tempted as he was to do Gavin's hair, he knew that it would be too much. The products did feel really nice, he was right about that.

Once they actually did what a shower was meant for, it was not long before they were both out and Gavin tossed a white towel at him. And apparently the designer was not interested in his help. So Nines just dried off, doing his best to fix his hair somehow, but he definitely needed his own stuff for that. Gavin didn't seem to really care much for hair styling.

“We can grab breakfast along the way. Hope you're okay with donuts, because I really want some right now. Coffee's decent, too.” Gavin tossed the towel over a rack and walked back to the bedroom, shuffling about, and the next time Nines saw him that lovely ass was covered by a pair of briefs.

“I wouldn't mind getting some coffee on the way. Any place you recommend?” He followed the man's example in putting his clothes on, realizing that he was right. There was no way he could go to work dressed so casually. People would talk. And gossip like that would eventually reach his father, which was the last thing he needed.

“A place? We're just gonna go through a drive-thru, Nines.” The man's confused expression made him laugh. “Come on, you never went through one? How sheltered were you growing up? Ah, never mind, don't answer that. I bet you don't even know your favourite donut.”

Nines didn't, but he said nothing, focusing on making himself as presentable as possible. It was almost as if last night never happened, this banter more friendly than anything. And yet, the messy sheets were evidence enough. Along with the nice little photo he took.

“All right, let's head out. Next time we should at least try to make it a Friday or something, so there's no morning rush. If there will be a next time. Stop looking so smug.” But Nines couldn't help it.

“I agree, a Friday would be much better.” The man smirked following Gavin back downstairs and to the front door.

---

The ride back to the bar was not that eventful, though Gavin did laugh when he asked the woman to explain the difference between various donuts. In the end, the man ordered for the, along with a box of dozen for his team.

He also snickered at his request of hazelnut latte as Gavin got his usual black.

The bar lot was nearly empty, only one other car parked several spaces away. Nines stepped out of the car and frowned as he patted his pockets, but a small jingle made him turn around.

“Took them off of you last night. I hate drunk drivers, even if they only had one beer. Remember that, Nines.” Gavin handed him the keys and Nines leaned in, kissing him one last time. It felt different with their clothes on and cars passing by, but he didn't mind at all.

“I will see you later then. Think about what I said, Gavin. I mean it.” And with that Nines winked at him, stepping away from the car. Gavin seemed to linger for a moment longer, then pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road to get to Lifewear, hopefully pondering the proposal he was given.

Nines himself headed home to change clothes and make himself more presentable, sipping the coffee on the way. Not bad at all. Not as good as the little Italian café he often frequented, but he could also get used to this. But the donut remained untouched. For now. Humming a little tune as he made his way home he kept glancing to his phone, but the only messages were from Connor. A few of them, too.

He would deal with his brother later.

Standing in his spacious walk-in closet, Nines tapped his chin as he worked on selecting his outfit for the day. Working in a fashion-oriented field meant that he could not simply waltz in wearing anything he wanted, quite unlike Gavin seem to do.

A nice dark blue three-piece suit, complemented by a gold watch he bought a few months ago, but something was still missing. The silver tie would not do. No, perhaps it was time to try the one Gavin asked him to test with some deep blue hues. The lovely box it came in still carried the soft scent of lilac and vanilla that was became so attached to.

“I have to admit, he really does know his stuff.” The soft gold was hand-embroidered with golden thread, a solar design if one looked closely enough. “Impressive-” A message notification came on his phone and he sighed, having figured it was probably another frantic note from Connor.

But as he read it, he was more than happy to be wrong.

So, how about Friday? Dinner at my place? -G

Chapter Text

“You were not at home. When I came over the doorman said you were out and nobody was to be admitted without your presence. When did you change that, anyway?” Connor was pacing back and forth, spewing questions about his whereabouts that Nines didn't feel like answering, and in general just felt annoyed by his older brother's presence before noon.
“Nines, you can't just go wandering about like that! I know you have needs, but don't you think it's about time you settle do-”

“You can stop talking now. We had this discussion before and my answer is still the same. Do not bother me with that nonsense. You can tell our father the same. I know he has been scheming about arranging something and I have no interest. Besides, the older brother should be the first to be engaged and married, don't you think?” He saw Connor frown and open his mouth to speak, but Nines raised his hand.
“We are finished here. You should be heading off to get ready for the party tonight. Reed is coming up shortly to discuss tonight and how he planned to attend as he wishes to remain incognito.”

“Gavin is coming to your office?” Connor's voice took on an even more serious note. “You two...”

“His department falls under my supervision. And we get along fairly well, all things considered. Now, as he doesn't want to be anywhere near you unless necessary, I suggest you leave before I throw you out.” And he would do it. For a moment longer, Connor stared at him, those brown eyes questioning in silence, but in the end the man said nothing more and left.

He closed the door a bit louder than normally.

With a sigh, Nines returned to his desk and stared at the elegant invitation sitting there.

And then the list of names of those who were coming, the brand Greed attracting more people than any other before. Why didn't Gavin want any of this fame? Other designers were eager to get their faces known and bask in the limelight, yet this man refused.

“Sir? Mr. Reed is here.” His secretary's voice came over the intercom and he smiled.

“Let him in. I'm surprised he just waited and announced his presence.” Highly unusual.

“Oh no, I just saw him exit the elevator and decided to let you know ahead. Ah, there he goes...” There was barely a knock before the door opened and the designer strode in, looking like his usual self. Those jeans have seen better days and the T-shirt was nowhere near work-appropriate, but for him it made sense.

“Hey. Brought you something. And tell your asshole of a brother that his cologne smells like shit. Seriously, so two years ago.” Shaking his head as he walked over, Gavin Reed grinned and held out a familiar small box with the Greed logo on top.

“I wasn't expecting a gift. What's the occasion?” Nines took the box, but instead of opening it he took Gavin's wrist and tugged him close.
“Thank you,” he whispered, lips hovering just over the smaller man's before he kissed him. “After the party tonight, we should definitely have that dinner.”

“Hey-” But the words remained unsaid as he was kissed. And Gavin just grinned, kissing him back briefly. “Asshole. And sure, I don't really plan on staying long at the party, just the required amount of time. Harder for you to sneak off. Think you can get away from the watchdog?”

“I will make sure of it.” There was no need for him to hang around after the initial speech and some photos. He was also known for preferring more of a private life.
“Is this what you're wearing tonight?” He took in the attire and smirked. “I cannot say I approve.”

“You wouldn't. But no, I plan to blend in and just watch. That's always fun. Nobody knows who is behind the shit and I get to have fun for as long as I care for.” Laughing he pulled the Alpha into another kiss.

Agreeing to this arrangement might have been a mistake, but only time would tell. He made sure to up his medication dose as well, so things should be fine. And having a reliable fuck-buddy would not hurt. Even if that person was technically his boss and also an Alpha. Business and private life should remain separate, even if he was kissing Nines in his office.

“I figured you could use another Gavin Reed exclusive and who knows, maybe you can even wear it tonight. I gotta get down to the design floor and make sure the others are ready for tonight. I'll either see you at the party, or at my place.” He was about to pull away, but Nines pulled him back.

“How about we go to my place instead? Might as well since we will eventually end up there.” Another kiss and Gavin tried to think of a reason why that might not be the best idea, but Nines was too distracting.

“I guess that could work. All right. Try not to get into any trouble.” One last kiss and he pulled away, smirking as he left, a lingering scent of vanilla and lilac lingering in the air.

---

The hall was full of people wearing the latest fashions. And those who were able to to do, flaunted their Greed brand clothing. It was always interesting to see people mingle and try to one-up each other. Idiots.

Speaking of idiots, who the hell decided on such huge screens? Gavin was baffled by how many there were, images of the last campaign switching every few seconds.

Nobody knew that one of them was of him, the head deliberately cropped out, as he asked them to do.
And he instantly recognized the body wearing the jacket. But once again, there was no face.
But he knew.

For once, he chose slacks, just a plain black pair that fit his form perfectly, a dark grey shirt, and a black vest with an embroidered skull on the back. No tie; there was no way he would wear that. He did add a pair of black-rimmed glasses and tried to fix his hair, make himself look as plain and uninteresting as possible.

In the sea of colours, it was fairly easy.

“Who eats this stuff... ugh, duck liver is gross and nobody can convince me otherwise.” Grimacing he shook his head, then saw those tiny balls of salty death. “I swear they never serve anything edible.” Good thing they were grabbing dinner later.

“I don't think it's that bad.” Someone spoke up behind him and he tensed, ready to throw a punch. “The chef who worked on the menu owns several Michelin-star restaurants.”

“I don't give a shit about useless gold leaf and tasteless canapés. But they suit your taste well.” He didn't even turn around to look at Connor, just began to walk away, only for the other to catch up quickly.

“I heard you went up to see my brother. I assume you haven't told him about-”

“One more word, and it won't be lacy underwear that's being photographed, but you on the ground after I break your nose. Get the fuck away from me, Connor. I want nothing to do with you. So mind your own business, dipshit.” His voice was barely audible enough for Connor to hear him, but he knew the man could.

“Gavin I am just concerned-”

“I don't need your or anyone else's concern. Never did and never will.” And he walked away before he could do something really stupid.

He hadn't even tried to find Nines, but he knew the man was around. The scent just lingered. Musk and woods. He was definitely somewhere around.

The lights dimmed all of sudden and he knew what would happen.

Hank Anderson took the stage to a roaring applause. Models appeared behind him, walking back and forth, showing off the new designs. And Gavin was most pleased that his request to include other sizes and body shapes was accepted. Not everyone looked perfect like Nines.

Though the model with the jacket didn't make it look that good and it was obvious he wasn't the one in the picture.

Lots of heavy rings and cuffs, boots and silver accents to contrast the lace. Yes, he was proud. Even if he remained anonymous, it was moments like this one that made him happy to have chosen this path. He was even smiling.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our special edition release of the Greed collection for Lifewear.” Hank's booming voice took over as the models began to walk down the middle of the makeshift human corridor, people not even daring to get in the way, though the photographers were definitely annoying.
“As we all know, the man himself, Gavin Reed, remains a mystery to all. And we at Lifewear respect his desire to protect his identity. By now, his secrecy is part of his brand. And we are most honoured to have him work with us. Who knows, maybe he is even among us tonight, maybe not, only he knows.” Gavin smirked.
“The exclusive pre-orders start tonight at midnight. And his next collection will be even more grand, of that I have no doubt. Now, you know I am a man of few words, so enjoy yourselves tonight. We are proud to have someone of Gavin Reed's talent on board at Lifewear and I have no doubt he has many surprised in store left.”

A roaring applause came and Gavin clapped along, just to be polite, then went on to listen people speak, all the while searching for Nines.

He recognized a few of the dresses he made on some of the women. It made him a bit happy to know they were not just for a one-time event. He hated wasteful people. More of his ties on the men around and he knew that Hank and Connor wore them as well.
Did Nines wear his new one?

“There you are.” Came a familiar voice and he grinned. “I swear we never had this many people show up to a launch before. Congratulations.” Nines's voice was really close and as he turned around he saw how close exactly. The scent got even stronger.

“I see you are wearing something new.” Gavin teased, reaching up to lightly adjust the silk cravat. A tie was one thing, but this? Exclusive to one man only. And he chose the cloth carefully to get the best blue shades depending on the light, ensuring they would match Nines's eyes.

“It is incredible. When did you have time to even make it?” Nines grabbed two flutes of champagne from a waiter and handed one to Gavin.

“When I was at home, of course. Don't worry, I didn't waste company time on private and personal projects like this.” At least not usually. Gavin took a small sip of the champagne and instantly knew it was not a basic supermarket brand. Did everything have to be fancy?
He looked around, taking in the crowds as they watched the models, whispering of sizes and colours, which ones some wanted to order. And someone was enamoured with the jacket.

“Hm, too bad you couldn't be on the stage to model it properly. It was made just for you.” After this, Nines could probably take it home and wear it as he pleased. Gavin looked at the man again and smiled. “I think the launch went well, don't you?”

“Yes, indeed. My father is smiling and that's how I know he is satisfied. And there are some big names attending tonight, but I am sure you noticed.” Nines began to walk and Gavin was beside him, stepping a bit away from the big crowd. “I only heard words of praise from those here. Your work speaks for itself. I admit, you were right. There was no need to attach a face to your brand. Even though I find the face very handsome.”

“Flirt.” Gavin muttered, taking another sip of the drink, but he had no intention to drink more at this party. Maybe at home or at Nines's place, but not here. “How much longer do you think we have to stay?”

“Thirty minutes to an hour. Why, are you that eager to spend time with me alone?” Blatantly teasing him now, Nines leaned in close. “Because I am eager to spend time with you. After what happened before, I want more.” His voice was so close and his breath tickled Gavin's ear, making him shudder.

“Still can't believe I'm going along with that crazy idea of yours... but as long as we keep work and private life separate, I think it could be fun.” At least for a while.

“I'm glad you're going along with it.” Nines whispered and for a second Gavin thought he felt a hand on the small of his back, but then it was gone as a loud voice spoke up.

“There he is! Richard Anderson! Mr Anderson!” A paparazzi was rushing over, joined by an annoyed looking young man carrying gear, apparently. “You were the head of this project, weren't you?” He motioned for the assistant to raise the light and lifted his camera, then frowned.
“Hey, you, can you get out of the shot? You're in the way! You're ruining the picture! Move away, dammit!”

Gavin blinked, then took several steps away and somewhat behind the guy. Oh, this was nothing new, but usually the photographers were more polite.

“So annoying. How can you even be around these people. Perhaps they think they can climb the ladder of success by licking your boots.” The man seemed most amused by his own joke, but nobody else laughed. “Some people should just remain bottom feeders, right?” Another jarring laugh and Gavin smirked.

Not at the joke, but at Nines's expression.

If looks could kill, the guy would be a smoking pile of ash. The blue eyes were ice-cold and he tipped back the rest of the champagne, setting the glass down on a nearby table. Gavin just stood off to the side, chuckling at how he was treated since to him, it was nothing new. It was how the secretary treated him on his first day here. How people treated him his whole life. A reason why he stayed hidden behind a brand with no face attached to it.

“How fucking dare you?” Gavin nearly dropped the glass, his eyes wide. “You come to our event, held at our company building, and insult our staff. My staff? How dare you even think you are better than any of them you disgusting piece of trash!” His raised voice was definitely attracting attention, people around them staring.

And the commotion quickly reached the man in charge of it all, Hank Anderson calmly walking over. Gavin thought of fleeing the scene, but stayed where he was.

“What? But he's just a nobody. Nothing like the Anderson brothers or your father. Or the designers of this place.” The photographer laughed. “He's a nobody and can easily be replaced. Like this guy here. I don't even know his name.” He nodded towards the assistant who looked ready to cry. Poor thing.

“I heard enough. Security!” Nines's voice boomed over the music, people staring openly now. “I want this trash removed from the premises. Find which company he works for and blacklist them until they get rid of this low-life and issue an official apology to our staff.” Three uniformed men walked over, all muscle and business. And Gavin was delighted to see Shayne among them. One of his photos from the shoot was on the big screens, but he seemed to pay no attention to that, completely in work-mode. And even as the eyes recognized him, no words were said. Gavin definitely wanted to work with him again!

“Hey, maybe don't hurt the kid. Doesn't seem too happy to be stuck with the shithead.” Whispering to the security guard, Gavin nodded to the assistant clutching the light.

“How did someone like you even get in? Such despicable attitude has no place here.” Hank Anderson's voice was calm, but his eyes were cold. “Son, if you would.” Nines reached out and grabbed the man's lanyard, taking a photo of the name on it. “Thank you. If this person ever steps foot on the premises, I want authorities notified instantly. None of my staff will be threatened or insulted by such revolting people. Now get him out. He's brought down the mood and the class of our special launch. Oh, and confiscate all footage he took as well.”

“You can't do-”

“You will find that I can, as all photographers attending had to sign a contract. Unless you faked your way in, and in that case I will make sure you never work in this city again.” A chill went down Gavin's spine at how cold Hank's voice could be. Was Nines like this as well when angry? He didn't even want to think about that being a thing.

“Great, now I have to make another announcement...” Hank muttered, making his way back to the stage, ignoring the shouting photographer who was being dragged away. The assistant just followed, nonchalantly letting the expensive light bang against every possible pillar and wall.

“Gavin, are you all right?” Nines's voice snapped him out of it and Gavin just smiled.

“Yea, I'm fine. I mean, why wouldn't I be? Not like this was the first time I was treated like trash by someone. Or the last.” Sad as it was, he became used to it long ago.

“My sincere apologizes for what you had to witness. But here are Lifewear we do not tolerate such attitudes and nonsense. All our employees are...” Hank was still talking, all attention on him, when Nines grabbed the designer's hand and began to drag him away. Not that Gavin protested, eager to get away, but wouldn't he be missed? Someone was bound to notice Nines being gone.

The hallway was empty as Nines lead him to a door, unlocking it with a card and peeking in, then stepped inside and pulled him along.
“Hey what are you-”

Once again he did not get to finish a sentence because of a kiss. And once again he didn't mind, just kissed him back. He ended up with his back pressed against the door and Nines lifting him up, hands squeezing his ass without an ounce of shame. While he had no idea what got into the man, he didn't care, just focused on kissing him back.

He had a feeling that Nines didn't like to see him insulted like that, but maybe he was wrong.

The kiss left him rather breathless as Nines pulled away, the questions from before now gone from his mind. And for a brief moment he could only stare into the man's eyes, trying to think of what to say, but instead of words he pulled him into another kiss.

More minutes were lost in the dark room and the silence, but he didn't mind.

But then finally, Gavin was able to focus once more and pulled away, pressing one more light kiss to the corner of the man's lips. “Ready to get out of here now? I had just about enough partying.”

“Yes, let's go-shh!” Nines set him down and reached out to lock the door. Footsteps in the hallway made Gavin freeze and wonder if anyone had perhaps seen them leave. But that seemed ridiculous. They were gone for longer than just a few minutes now.

The footsteps slowed down when near the door and he held his breath, mind racing as he tried to come up with some sort of excuse for being alone with his boss in the dark, but nobody would be stupid enough to believe any of them.
Then they finally started to go away, fading more and more until party music took over. Breathing a sigh of relief he looked at Nines, then laughed. “You really are something else. Come on, let's grab some dinner since the food here sucks balls. And... we can go to your place. I'm curious to see how you live.”

“I hope I can impress you.” Nines purred, kissing him briefly before unlocking the door. “Now, what did you have in mind for dinner?”

---

“I can't believe you picked this kind of thing... of all the places we could have gone to. Most of them even do takeaway meals.” Nines was still whining as he parked his car.

“Shut up and wait until you taste it. Then you can whine and order some truffles or whatever. But don't you dare shit on street food until you taste it.” Gavin laughed and grabbed the back with their food, along with a small backpack. Nines told him to maybe grab some toiletries if he needed any, since he should stay the night. He would drive him back later.

So he did. Along with a spare shirt since he was still wearing the shirt from the party, though he did change into jeans instead. Something about Nines undoing all those little buttons...

“I still can't believe it. There are amazing Vietnamese restaurants all over the city.” Nines was still huffy, but smiling.

“And none of them make such good mini pancakes or spring rolls. And just wait, you will never want different egg rolls again.” Laughing he followed along, aware that Nines was trying to act all scandalized at the idea of street food. It amused him to see that reaction. “How about next time I let you decide where we go? Like, I won't complain even if the place is fancy as fuck and tasteless at the same time. The food I mean.”

“Hm, I can imagine it being fun... because some of the places I enjoy require a certain dress-code. Including a tie...” Gavin was about to take that offer back, but it was too late. “I accept. I choose the next place.”

“Shit.” But he still laughed, following Nines inside the nice house. Of course he would live in a place like this. It suited the man. A security gate blended into a live fence, with tall trees and trimmed bushes. A nice and private-looking home. And... not that far from where he bought his house. Maybe thirty minutes if he would walk. He knew he jogged through here a few times before.

“I'll find some places. Because if you think even for a second I am eating that from a box, then think again.” Ignoring the way Gavin rolled his eyes at him, Nines had the lights turn on automatically, soft music playing in the background as he went to the kitchen and found them some place.

“I don't think I've ever seen a more catalogue-like kitchen in my life.” He was almost impressed. It was all very modern and very pristine.

“I don't cook much. Since I don't know what goes with... this kind of cuisine, how about you pick us a bottle of wine from the wine fridge? And while I deal with this, you can take your things up to the master bedroom.”

“We haven't even set up basic rules, and already you want me in your bedroom? How bold of you.” But Gavin still did as asked, picking a bottle he knew didn't cost too much, then let Nines deal with the plating like the perfectionist he was, and went up. He also had to take another pill, just in case.

Two minutes later he was back down, amazed that Nines managed to make even street food look elegant on the square white plates. He even lit candles and had the wine set out. And as Gavin stepped into the kitchen, the lights dimmed just enough.

“Damn, this is almost romantic, you realize that, right?” He wasn't used to something so nice. And when Nines pulled out his chair he found himself speechless, unable to tease him about it as he sat down. This was definitely romantic...

“I don't see anything wrong with a little romance. Now, let us eat, now that I made it all look normal.” With a smile he sat down as well. “So now that we are finally alone and away from all that nonsense, should we talk about... well, us?”

This was what Gavin worried about. Them. Talking about them. Because there was no them and shouldn't be any them. “Yea... I guess better now than never.”

“I find you incredibly attractive, if that was not obvious by now. But looks aside, I also find your company most pleasant. Even if it didn't seem that way when we first met, over time I found myself more and more interested in you. Something about you is just... different. And I like that. What I said at the bar where we met, I meant it. I think us together could work. Of course, work and private life would remain separate.”

“You talk about it like it is some kind of contract and that's really fucking weird, Nines.” Gavin happily bit into a spring roll. “But I guess, it kinda is after all. Not like we would be dating and falling in love. Just hanging out and having sex, right? Well, I think that's doable. As long as we use condoms because I'm not taking it raw and I doubt you would. Oh, and if you even try to mark me I will hurt you.”

“Of course. I would never do that. I have no interest in ever taking a mate, especially against their will.” The mere thought... absolutely not. Taking a small, tentative bite of his food, Nines sighed as he had to concede. “This is rather... decent.” He said in the end.

“You like it. I can tell.” The designer let out a soft laugh, most amused by the reluctance to admit he was wrong. “Well, as long as we can agree on the condoms and no-biting, I think not mixing what we do outside of work and in private makes sense. Hang out, have fun, but let's not call this dating. Because that's not the right name for it. Kinda like... friends with benefits, although I am not exactly sure if we are friends.”

“I understand what you mean. And I agree. There is no specific term for our type of relationship. But I was never one for such labels. I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Yea... I feel the same way.” With no arguments left against this kind of thing, Gavin sipped the wine and stared off at nothing. “I guess we can try and see how it all works out. We can always just go back to normal work relationship when it's over. No hard feelings or anything.” He gave the Alpha a smile. “And thank you for defending me, and the others, at the party. I am used to that by now, but it doesn't mean I enjoy it. Having someone... defend me, that was nice.” And rather intense.

“Of course. I won't allow anyone to mess with our staff.” Though he might have been able to keep his emotions more in check if it had been anyone else but Gavin. Strange, but it also made sense. “Or with you. But I don't want to spend our private time talking about such cretins.”

“I agree. How about you tell me more about yourself? Might as well learn about you if we are going to be having sex.” At first it was more of a joke, but the moment he sad it the words made sense. He wanted to know more about Nines anyway.

“What is there to tell about me... I enjoy luxury and worked hard to get to where I am, contrary to what people think about daddy handouts. I am also a fan of classic rock and jazz music, along with some folk mixes and traditional. Especially live music. I don't read as much as I used to because of work, so I usually listen to books when I work out. I enjoy time alone, and if I want to have company it has to be someone special.” He gave the Omega a disarming smile and Gavin felt his face heat up.

“Shut up...” He muttered, still flattered to be considered someone important like that. “So, um, what kinds of books?”

“Anything really, as long as I am interested in the first thirty minutes of listening at least. I would often do this while enjoying a stroll or in a gallery. I don't need a narration to look at pictures.” Chuckling he sipped the wine Gavin chose to go with it and had to admit, it was a pleasant combination. “Now, how about you tell me more about Gavin Reed?”

“What's there to tell? Normal family, dad's a detective, mum has a salon, older brother is a jackass who started his own company. Something with technology and I never understand what. I am the gay fashion one. Not that anyone would be able to tell. I finished college, then just started to do shit I liked. Now... somehow I ended up here.” He shrugged and took another bite of his food.

“Metal music, or at least something loud for me. Or soundtracks from games and films, I like those. Or I just play shit in the background while working, working out, cooking. I'm not... that interesting. I just do whatever I like and don't give a shit what anyone thinks.” And he was damn proud of it.

“Yes, I noticed that. And perhaps that's part of your charm.” Nines flirted with him and Gavin winked.

“Just wait until you see all my other charm.”

“I can't wait.”

---

“You rip one button off my shirt, and I am doing the same to yours.” Gavin stumbled backwards into the bedroom, Nines's fingers working on his shirt, trying to deal with the annoying buttons in question as Gavin's hands worked on his belt.

Somewhere between dinner and chatting then finished the one bottle of wine, not nearly enough for either to be affected, and then Gavin got up to wash the dishes, only to be pulled onto Nines's lap and now they finally got up here.

“I can sacrifice one shirt or two...” Nines whispered against his lips before kissing him again, struggling with the last two before finally getting the shirt open and instantly began pushing it off the man's shoulders. It fell somewhere to the floor and neither of them cared about picking it up. Nines's shirt followed shortly after as he pushed him onto the bed.

“I can't get enough of your scent...” The taller man moaned, tracing his lips now down Gavin's neck, nuzzling into the skin. And for a brief flash, he wanted to bite him, just leave a small mark on the skin.

“I prefer yours.” Gavin laughed, sitting up in order to pull him into another kiss as they worked on removing the rest of their clothes as quickly as possible. And once those were off, there was no denying how aroused they were.

Nines pushed him onto the bed and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking him a few times to draw out more of those heated sounds. And Gavin didn't disappoint, moaning into the kiss. And he decided to make it his mission to make him moan as much as possible, his hand moving quicker as his lips began to descent once more.

Not long before he got to tease a perked nipple, this time earning himself a gasp from the man, then moved lower still. They had agreed to get used to each other somewhat slowly, but here they were. Maybe not about to go all the way, but enough to leave both satisfied. Gavin's scent was getting stronger as well and it made him groan by the time he got to where he wanted to be.

“Nines-” Gavin's eyes were on him and Nines met that hot gaze with his own, then slowly licked up his shaft and the designer just about fell back onto the bed. “Fuck!”

“Not tonight, but soon.” Nines promised before taking him into his mouth. And Gavin rewarded him with a most beautiful moan as he proceeded to work him with his tongue, sucking hard.

His fingertips brushed down below, just to tease him a little, and he was surprised to find slickness there. How odd... maybe Gavin thought they would do more and used lubricant? Well, going all the way was not happening tonight, but he would hate to waste such efforts. Sliding one finger inside the man he sucked harder, letting the man thrust up. While not small, Gavin wasn't as endowed as an Alpha would be, which suited Nines perfectly.

Sliding another digit inside him he definitely assumed it was lubricant, his fingers hot and slick inside the man as he worked him with his mouth. And with each moment and with each moan, Gavin's body shook more.

As if responding to his every touch.

“N-Nines... I'm... so close...” Gavin warned, his fingers gripping a pillow tightly.

The Alpha only smirked, thrusting his fingers inside him a bit harder, pressing the tips against Gavin's sweet spot.

The cry of bliss as the man released inside his mouth would fill his dreams for any upcoming lonely nights. Swallowing, dizzy with the intense scent around the man, Nines slowly removed his hand and stared at the slick fingers. This... had to be lube, right?

“H-how...” Gavin whispered, still shaking on the bed as the taller man slowly kissed a path back up to his neck.

“Your body really responds to my touch... and I cannot wait to touch you more.” Gavin looked so erotic lying in his bed like that. How would it feel to make a mess of him every night?

But there was another pressing matter he should attend to as Gavin seemed out of it. Reaching down between his own legs he was about to touch his cock when the other smacked his hand away. “Don't you dare... it's my turn to play.”

Well, he couldn't argue with that.

Letting Gavin, who still appeared rather flushed, push him onto the bed, Nines obeyed, curious what he would do. After their first night together the designer knew he was above average, but he knew that even before. Gavin had all his measurements. Using his mouth might get a bit uncomfortable after a while.

“What do you plan to do?” He asked, watching Gavin straddle him for a moment. What a damn good look on the man. His skin was flushed, hair a mess, and he looked downright erotic. The mix of lilac and vanilla was stronger than ever before and he almost wished they agreed to have sex tonight.

“How about you wait and see?” Gavin leaned up and kissed him, seemingly not offended by the taste, his tongue teasing Nines's for a moment, then he pulled away. And with a familiar cocky smirk, slid down the man's body.
“So damn big... you really are something else, Nines... Remind me to make sure I do some prep next time.” Winking he leaned down and dragged his tongue from the base to the head, making Nines moan and completely forget about what he just said.

“That's a nice reaction... but I want more.” A lot more. So he did it again, then a third time, then finally focused on the head. What he wanted to do would take some effort, but he knew he could do it.

Slowly, inch by inch, Gavin began to work his way down, sucking and licking at the man's shaft, taking in more each time until he felt it hit the back of his throat. And then it was time to make sure Nines would never forget this.

Focusing on relaxing his throat he began to take more and more of the man in, tears in the corners of his eyes. Nines was really big. He made the mistake of opening his eyes to look at him and met intense blue staring in shock.

“Gavin... hey, that's... too much.” Good as it felt, or more like amazing, he didn't want to hurt the man. But Gavin ignored him, those grey eyes now almost silver with the tears swimming in them.

And then Gavin winked and took all of him in, making Nines cry out.

The man's mouth was so hot around him and though a part of him wished he could maybe make Gavin stop or slow down, but the man was stubborn and already trying to drive him crazy. Sliding his fingers into the messy hair he made sure not to push his head down at all, amazed that someone could just take all of him in like that. And if his mouth felt this hot, how good would it feel to be finally inside him?

“Gavin... if you keep that up I'm gonna...” He didn't need to finish the sentence, they both knew what would happen. And still, Gavin didn't pull away in the least, in fact the man seemed to double his efforts to make him come.

And after one last moan, Nines did, trying to pull away, but two strong hands held him in place as he released inside the man's mouth. The feeling of Gavin swallowing around him was almost enough to make him instantly hard again.
Nines never quite understood how someone could see stars during an orgasm, but that changed now. His head was spinning.

Gavin slowly pulled away, letting Nines's cock slip out of his mouth. Thank fuck it was the weekend, because his throat would need time to recover. But he made Nines come and that was worth it all. Slowly he moved to sit, just watching the man as he wiped at his cheeks. Some things, embarrassing as they were, could not be prevented. His eyes tearing up as he sucked the man off being one of them.

“Damn... what was that...” Nines sat up, frowning as he saw the glossy eyes and red lips. “Gavin... you shouldn't have done that. I mean I loved it, quite obviously, but-”

“Shut up. I liked doing it to you. Not like you can help having a big dick like that. Just as much as I cannot help my reaction. It's fine. My throat is just a bit sore. I'm fine.” The concern was touching, really. It was... sweet of him.

Gavin almost wanted to kiss him, but remembered what he did a moment ago and went to get up, only to be pulled onto Nines's lap and kissed. Well, it seemed that the Alpha was all right with this kind of thing. So he happily slid his arms around his neck and kissed him back, pleased with the way their evening went.

“You are... crazy... you know that...” Nines whispered between kisses and Gavin only laughed.

“No more than you, asshole.” What a mess it was. Gavin closed his eyes as the lips traces kisses along his jawline and down to his neck. Everything felt so alive right now and he loved it. Every moment of this.

So when he suddenly felt teeth sink into his flesh, his first thought was to moan. But thankfully, his brain caught up quickly.

“Nines! What... hey!” That seemed to snap the man out of it, panicked blues staring at him, redness on his lips that was definitely not from kissing. “What the hell?”

“G-Gavin? I'm so... shit, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened I just-” Nines stared at his neck, then touched his lips. He could taste the copper on his tongue and it was delectable. “Gavin-”

“Calm down!” Gavin touched his neck and winced. “Fucking vampire Alphas... you're lucky it wasn't the back of my neck. And that we weren't having sex.” That sobering moment took away from the spell that laid over them a moment ago. And while Gavin wasn't angry, he felt a bit worried.
“Just... don't do it again, okay?”

“I'm so sorry, Gavin. I mean it! I-” But Gavin kissed him instead, effectively shutting him up at the same time.

“Stop. Talking. Nines. It's fine. I forgive you. Not like you marked me.” They were lucky this time.

Nines sighed and laid back, pulling Gavin with him and just held him close in his arms, fingertips brushing up and down his back. In that moment the urge to somehow mark the man clouded his mind and all he could think of was doing it. And he did. Now the taste of Gavin lingered on his lips and made him wonder... why he craved more.

“Just don't think about it too much, okay? Make it up to me with that fancy dinner. Just... don't go too crazy, okay?” As Gavin snuggled close, Nines pulled him tightly against his frame.

“I can't make any promises like that... but I will make it special.” The taste of Gavin lingered on his tongue. His blood. His semen. His skin. And especially his lips. “I will make our date special.”

“Date? Since when are we dating?” Gavin teased him a little.

“Well... maybe we could try adding that to our thing. Better than just calling it an outing. And who knows...” One day perhaps, they might get along so well that dating would be just a normal name for things. “Rest now, Gavin.”

And for once, the stubborn designer did as he was asked without arguing, snuggled up in his arms.

The sweet scent was around them, calming him down as he brushed his fingers over the mark he left on the man. They were lucky it wasn't the back of his neck. Though there were other conditions as well. This time he just gave the designer a bruise...

Nines knew he had to stay in control next time.

For a while longer he just watched Gavin sleep, played with his hair, amused that the loud and cocky designer was also incredibly into snuggling. They would get along perfectly fine.

“You really are something else.” He whispered, finally able to close his eyes and relax. Before he fell asleep, he had a nice date planned out for them. Hopefully he would remember it all come morning.

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For a while he avoided Nines. The sudden bite to his neck was easy to conceal, but at the same time he felt a bit concerned. Best to talk about it later, but... how? It wasn't like an Alpha would be affected by the consequences of marking another. And the other genders might not feel it that intensely either, but Gavin was an Omega.

An Omega that had yet to come clean about it.

Nines seemed to assume he was a Beta or a Delta. And it made sense in a way, as Gavin didn't fit into any boxes that would describe an Omega. He always hated them. That was why he fought against all the stigma. Got sterilized the moment he found a doctor willing to do it. He had full control over his own body, his wants and, most importantly, his future. And now, while he had that control, some things were slipping.

He knew that at some point he would need to tell Nines the truth, but for now he just enjoyed the simplicity of their odd relationship. That and the thought of the handsome man's face twisting in disgust upon finding out held him back. And the dynamic changed after the bite, too.

It was cute how apologetic Nines was afterwards, repeatedly telling him how much he regretted for letting the heat of the moment take over, and promising Gavin to make it up to him somehow. Not that the designer needed him to, but it was nice that he was putting in so much effort.

He didn't expect to be asked to meet with him a week after the incident. They texted, called, but they didn't meet in person aside from random elevator encounters where the man repeatedly apologized for biting him. The bite was nearly healed by the time Gavin went up to meet with him. His department was still riding the wave of success of the new collection, working on custom orders, and he was just working on new things and helping out as needed. Josh proved to be a wonderful assistant when it came to organizing things.

Humming as he exited the elevator he made his way straight to Nines's office, waving briefly to the secretary who didn't even bother to stop him. By now Gavin just came and went as he pleased and if her boss didn't mind, why should she?

“Hey. What's up?” Gavin asked nonchalantly as he entered the man's office, a smile on his face when he saw the man wearing the tie he had made him when he first started at Lifewear. Always impeccably dressed to the nines. Walking over he was quickly swept closer and kissed, which he happily reciprocated.
He missed kissing Nines, even if it made their little arrangement seem like something more.
“Hm, that was nice.” Commenting as Nines pulled away he grinned. “So, why did you call me all the way here? You could have just sent me a text you know.”

“It would be far more appropriate to speak to you in person, Gavin. I finally found a way to make it up to you for... biting you.” The blue eyes darted to his neck, but the bite mark was gone. And maybe it was just Gavin's imagination, but the man looked... disappointed? Annoyed? But the look was quickly gone and replaced by a beaming, downright proud and cocky smile.

“Oh, and how exactly do you plan on making it up to me?” Gavin teased, still not moving away from the embrace.

“By taking you on a proper dinner and movie date. Well, not a film; a play. I already made a reservation at one of the best restaurants for after the play. And I heard you worked on the costumes. It is a classic made modern, so the attire is not exactly formal...” Nines looked so pleased with himself when he saw the shocked look on Gavin´s face.

“A... date?” That would be a first. Nines raised an eyebrow.

“That's the part that caught your attention?” He smiled even more. “Yes, I figured that we could make this a proper thing. I enjoy your company and I would dare and go as far as to say that you enjoy mine as well. So... we started off on the wrong foot and then things quickly turned intense, but why not slow down and see if things work out?” The words were so genuine that Gavin wanted to believe them, but other things worried him now.

“I'm not exactly dating material, Nines-” he really wanted to discourage this.

“Neither am I. Which is why we work so well together. And I like you. And I think you like me, too.” Nines gave him a most charming smile, one that Gavin found more and more difficult to resist. It was as if the longer they were doing this, the more time they spent together, the greater was the Alpha's influence on him. And apparently vice-versa, too. “I wasn't playing around last time. I meant it. Us dating could be great. And I want to take you on a real date and also make it up to you for, you know.” He tapped the side of his neck.

Damn that disarming smile.

"Fine. I mean... yea, why not try? Just don't go overboard, okay? You know I'm not into that kind of stuff. And don't blame me if I fuck up somehow. Hell, I know I will fuck up somehow. Don't say I didn't warn you, okay?" Trying wouldn't hurt. What was the worst that could happen anyway? No, he refused to think about that right now.
"You said that the attire isn't formal, so does that mean however I please?" he gave Nines a smirk. "Because you know what my style is."

Nines had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment. "Well, not really formal, a suit and tie are not necessary, but... a nice shirt maybe?" He sounded reluctant proposing something he knew Gavin disliked, at least until the designer began to laugh.

"I'm just messing with you. I know how to dress properly for an outing like that, don't worry. I won't wear a tie, but I won't show up like I'm about to do some woodworking either. Not that I know how to do that. Though it could be fun. Maybe another date?" The word still sounded strange in this context. "Maybe not, we better have our first one before that."

Visibly relieved, Nines shook his head. "Fine, you got me. And I take it the woodworking was also a joke?" When Gavin didn't reply and only smiled more, Nines let out a frustrated-sounding sigh. "I swear you are full of surprises."

"You have no-" Gavin was silenced by another kiss and just leaned into it, trying to relax and not overthink just yet.

Giving in to Nines was almost too easy for him, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. So long he spent refusing to give in to any Alpha that came along, dismissing any of their authority and superiority. And now he gave in so damn easily it felt downright wrong, but at the same time so fucking right it hurt. So when Nines pulled away he could only smile.

"You know, kissing me won't always make me shut up." Teasing him he reached up to run his fingers through that impeccably styled hair and mess it up just a little bit.

"I am sure I will be able to think of other ways eventually, but kissing seems to work perfectly for now." And it didn't seem like the other was complaining for any reason other than to mess with him. For some inexplicable reason, Nines was actually enjoying this. The way Gavin seemed to be warming up to him by now, moment by moment. It was strange and appealing and making him wonder about their possible future together even more. The more time he spent with him, the more he wanted to keep him close.

So he kissed him again just because he wanted to and there was no one around to see or bother them. His found the designer's lips to be soft and as the designer responded instantly, kissing him back with equal want. An addictive taste that lingered on his tongue and in his mind since the first time the kissed.

And for the next few minutes, all they did was kiss.

---

Sitting in his office and working his way through the emails he ignored previously Gavin saw a familiar name pop up among them. What could Simon be writing for? It's been a while since they talked since both were busy. Simon with his new play and Gavin with designs.

"Sent yesterday..." Curious he opened the email.

Gavin! How have you been? I know this is out of the blue, but I have a big ask. Like, a HUGE one. Remember how we talked about the costumes you made for my show and reusing one of those you made a long time ago?

Gavin frowned for a second. That was... months ago, shortly after he quit his old job and Simon took him out to drink, even treated him to dinner.

One of the costumes for The Dragon King's Maid was lost or stolen or I don't even fucking know what, but we don't have a spare and the show is on this Friday. So the main female lead has nothing to wear for the big finale! Please, please, please, let me borrow the one from before. I know you never throw anything out. I will make it up to you, anything you want-

Gavin stopped reading the email with a grin and grabbed his phone. It barely rang once before Simon picked up.

"You don't owe me shit, Simon. I'll bring it. And next time call me, asshole. You know I never read my emails if I can avoid it. You're lucky I was bored." That and he wanted to look up popular date ideas for absolutely no reason.

"Gavin, I love you! You're literally saving my ass here. Can you come like an hour before the show this Friday? I'll get you the best spot in the theatre. Show starts at five, so maybe around four?"

"Got it. I'll be there. And I meant it. Call me next time." He ended the call quickly, never one to spend much time chatting.

"Hey, I gotta take care of something, so I'm going home early. Call me if anything happens, okay?" Stepping out of his office he smiled at Josh. The kid was a huge help. And the team was diligently working.

It felt good.

Taking half the day off he rushed home and straight to his storage room. He knew exactly which costume Simon was talking about.

Humming a little tune he brought out the heavy dress, then removed the protective covering to make sure it was fine. Yes, all the beading was still in place, not a thread out of place. The skirt was a bit stiff, but he would have it nice and flowy by Friday.

"Can't believe I made this years ago... so many things I would change now." Except for the beading since he probably ruined his eyes and fingertips on that. Sewing on each tiny bead by hand took long hours, but it was worth it. So damn worth it. The light golden fabric was flawless, complemented by the deep royal blue with a most miniscule floral pattern. Snapping a photo he sent it to Simon and grinned.

They met years ago, both in a bar, drinking for different reasons. And after a few drinks started talking and stayed in contact. Simon made it as a playwright and director, while Gavin made his debut and achieved what he desired.
Now they made it a think to get together once a month and catch up. One of the few people he would call a friend.

---

Meanwhile at Lifewear.

Nines was smiling like a fool whilst looking at the confirmation emails he received. One for a pair of VIP tickets to a sold-out show, but what were names and connections for, right? And the other confirming the reservation at an upscale sushi place that would usually took weeks.

Sure, it was a bit more formal or classy or whatever it was that Gavin disliked, but at the same time there would be costumes and they would sit in the dark. And the sushi place had glowing reviews and required no dress-code.

"Richard?" A knock on his door made him quickly close the tab as his father entered.

"I told you to call me Nines." Responded the younger man, much to his father's irritation.

"I can't believe you really insist on going by that silly nickname from when you were a kid... but fine." Closing the door once he stepped in, the man sighed.

"Too bad it was my parents who always dressed me to the nines to the point it became a thing." Rolling his eyes he leaned back. "What is it? I'm busy."

"Just... thought we could catch up." Nines narrowed his eyes and reached for the intercom.

"Would you kindly bring my father and me some coffee? Thanks." Getting up he walked to the sitting area and motioned for his father to take a seat.

He could deal with this father-son talk. He had a big date on Friday to look forward to and nothing, not even Hank Anderson, would ruin his mood.

---

"So, you busy tomorrow?" Nines was leaning against the door frame in Gavin's office, watching the designer type away on his computer. The rest of the team went home so it was just the two of them and he wanted to take advantage of that moment. By now he knew when they would leave and always had a good excuse ready in case one lingered. Not that he needed one, but still.

"Huh? Tomorrow?" Gavin frowned for a moment, then looked at the calendar on his desk. "Actually yea, I need to make an emergency delivery and will stay a while after that. Why?"

Not expecting that, Nines stood up straight, a startled expression on his face. "W-wait, you're busy? Like actually... busy?" How did this happen!? Sure, he never confirmed plans, but he didn't think he would need to!

"Yea. Why are you acting so surprised? Not like I had any plans or... wait-" Gavin finally looked at the man. "You were planning it... for tomorrow?"

With a mere nod the Alpha confirmed what was said and Gavin sighed. "Well, I won't be there all evening, so maybe we can grab dinner."

"Right..." Nines sighed, annoyed. He should have confirmed that Gavin was free, but he wanted this to be a nice surprise and now... fuck.

"Hey." A sudden touch to his face made him snap out of it, only to stare into Gavin's eyes, the man's hand on his face. He truly had the most stunning silver eyes. Not even grey, just silver. "We can have a dinner-date, right? Start off slow and stuff. See if... it's even something we want. I have to help out an old friend tomorrow, but I will be free around seven. Is that okay?"

Mellowing out at the soft touch, Nines nodded. "Okay, a dinner date to start with. Hey, maybe I could, you know, tag along. See Gavin Reed the designer outside this place. Plus, can't hurt to meet a friend of yours. But it's fine if-"

"Sure, sounds good. Then... come to my place around half past three. We'll take my car or a cab." Plus, he still didn't know where Nines lived.

Making plans like this, just being able to improvise to spend more time together, made Nines happy and he pulled the other close, sliding his arm around his waist and leaned down. "Then, how about a kiss as well?"

Instead of replying, Gavin grabbed him by the tie and pulled him close.

---

Nines dressed formally as usual, since he actually preferred this style. Having left his car back at the house he took a taxi to Gavin's place. After all, the might share a drink or two at dinner later, so driving would be out. He already had another taxi coming to take them wherever Gavin needed it to.

Ringing the doorbell he barely had to wait before the door opened and a grinning Gavin was smiling at him.

Fuck, he wanted to kiss him right there and then. The alluring scent he now came to associate with the man reached him a moment later and he threw caution to the wind, leaning in to do exactly as he desired.

"Whoa, hey there, Romeo. We can't do that in public." Grabbing his hand, ears burning, Gavin pulled the man inside. "There, now-" But the words were silenced by another kiss.

"We're no longer in public." Nines defended himself as he pulled away. It was only then that he noticed what Gavin was wearing. His jeans were rip-free and the long-sleeve without any band names or slogans. It was all... plain, but also not like him at all. He did like the lace-up detail at the front. Gavin did enjoy small things like that, so he had no doubt he made the top.

"Yea, yea." Gavin slid away from him and grabbed a large clothing bag. "Come on, we have somewhere to be. And since you wanted to come along, no whining if it takes a while, got it? Oh, and don't tell anyone who you are. Or who I am. Or that we are together. Or-" Nines placed his hand over the man's lips.

"Got it. I took the liberty of ordering a taxi ahead of time. Should be here any moment." They had to hide their strange relationship, but he wasn't pleased about it. "Where are we going, anyway? And what's in that bag? Can't be a body... right?"

"Very funny. No, this is a costume I'm delivering to my friend since the one he had vanished." Which still seemed strange, but whatever. Stepping outside he saw a car pull up and grinned. "To the theatre!"

"...!?" Nines gave him a look, but said nothing, helping him get the costume in the car instead before they got it. Once Gavin gave the address he took out his phone and checked the tickets. The same place. Was this friend Gavin mentioned someone from the theatre?

The car ride was quick and rather silent, so once they arrived he had a plethora of questions for Gavin. But he was saving them for later. Paying he got out and watched Gavin retrieve the important costume. "Come on, we're expected." The man said and Nines eagerly followed.

"Gavin!!" He heard the man's name called before he saw who called him. A tall, blond man, entirely too excited to see Gavin rushed towards them and hugged the smaller man, ignoring Nines completely. "You made it!"

"Of course! I always keep my word. And let me go, jackass, you're wrinkling the costume." Pulling away, Gavin just grinned more. Simon hasn't changed a bit in the past few weeks, or barely since they met. He still dressed like a nerd, looked too sweet and kind for his own good, and had adorable freckles on his face. Good thing that Gavin knew looks could be deceiving. And this cute friend had a bite to him.

"Heh, sorry. Ah, your friend..." Finally noticing the looming figure right behind Gavin, the blond smiled. "You didn't tell me you were bringing someone."

"Wasn't planning to, but plans change. Anyway. Nines, this is Simon, one of the few people I haven't managed to push away with my personality. And Simon, this is-"

"Richard Anderson." Nines held out his hand, a professional smile on his face. "I'm Gavin's partner. From work." He was not lying. They were partners in a way. But instead of scaring the blond, he watched as he took the offered hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you. And I am glad Gavin has someone like you as his partner." The way he said that word implied everything. "How about I take you backstage? There's still over an hour before the show." There was a gentle smile on his face and Nines found it shocking

"Sounds great! Come on, Nines." Snapping out of the shock Nines followed them. But the fact that Simon was not the least bit scared, not at all feeling threatened, baffled him on a whole new level.

He had never seen the back area of a theatre. It was lively, people rushing back and forth, talking over one another, laughing and wandering around half-dressed and undressed. As fascinated as he was, Nines stuck to Gavin and followed him while resisting the urge to ask one of the dozen questions on his mind.

"Is that Richard Anderson?"
"Can't be him; no way."
"But he looks just like him!"
"Who's that with him?"
"Simon?"
"The other one!"
"Never seen him. Seriously though, is it him?"
"Shh, he'll hear you!"

He could hear them all no problem and ignored them as well, just following Gavin to one of the dressing rooms. A young woman was sitting there, powdering her face and dressed in a peasant costume.

"We got it!" Simon declared happily as Gavin walked over to a mannequin and began to remove the dress cover. Nines stepped over to help him, carefully taking it out and was stunned. This was something Gavin made? It was so detailed and elaborate.

"Why wasn't this in your portfolio?" He whispered, brushing his fingers over the embroidered sleeve. "Gavin, this is-"

"Something I did for fun, Nines. Not like we can do this for a collection, right?" Gavin fluffed up the skirt and stepped back. "There, all done."

"Simon!" The door burst open and a tall woman came in, almost as tall as Nines. "It ripped! My costume!" In her arms was a long dress that Gavin recognized as his creation. "I thought it would be fine, but I was putting it on and the stitches..." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"H-hey, Amanda, it's okay!" Simon rushed over to her. "It's not your fault. I asked if you were able to do the show even though you're showing. We can fix this somehow. I mean-"

"I got it. Gimme the dress. Ms, uh... Amanda? Just come with me back here." Gavin smiled at them. "I can fix it no problem."

"Gavin?" Simon looked from him to the woman and nodded. "Just go with him, okay? Trust me, if anyone can fix it, he can."

"But that was a special stitch! I couldn't replicate it, no one can. It was made by that designer and it's like a secret and-"

"Lady, come on, the show will start soon and I need to measure you to know how to adjust it." After Simon nodded, she followed, leaving him alone with Nines. The main female lead chose that moment to step out, the tension too much.

"So, you are Gavin's... friend?"

"Boss. And more, if things proceed as I planned them to. Which they would have without all this mess. Oddly enough, I was planning to take him here on a date..." Nines sighed. "Bought the VIP tickets and all that, but-"

"Wait, that was you? I wanted to give those to Gavin but someone bought them before I could! Wow, so you really care about him, don't you? Hm, kinda odd. You're an Alpha, right? I guess he really likes you." Simon stared at him without any fear in his eyes. And it that moment it clicked. Simon was not just anyone.

"You're-" Before he could say a thing, the door burst open and a man stepped in as he had every right to be there. Brash, with a curl of greasy-looking hair falling into his face and an unhealthy complexion.

"Boss, what's all this about? Outsiders backstage?" Scoffing, the man crossed his arms over his chest. "So much for the show being exclusive." He tried to stare down Nines, but one look from the Alpha had him looking away.

"Simon, he fixed it!" The actress, Amanda, stepped out wearing her costume without any issue. Doing a twirl she curtsied and grinned. "Look, it's perfect! He even adjusted it and so quickly, too!"

"Of course. A little thing to do." Smug and pleased Gavin stepped out and walked over to Nines. Only he could properly fix a special Reed stitch. "I think I'm-"

"Ugh, now you're letting street rats in? What is this? Homeless Make-a-Wish or something? Fuck, this place is a waste of time. I'll just call security to remove the trash." The man waved his hand as if to dismiss them and Gavin just rolled his eyes.

What he didn't expect was Nines getting angry. Even worse yet, furious it seemed as he walked towards the man and forced him to step back until he was backed into a wall. A revolting scent was rolling off of him and the Alpha sneered once it reached him.

"The fuck do you think you are, asshole?" Voice low, Nines was finally letting his nature show, his dominance bleeding into his personality. "You've made a fucking stupid mistake-"

"Do you have any fucking idea who you're talking about!?" It was Simon's voice that broke the silence as the blond pushed Nines away and grabbed the front of the man's shirt. "You're just insulted not only one of my closest friends, but Gavin Reed himself!" Simon didn't notice his friend tense up.
"And I won't have someone like you disrespecting others, be it my actors, my friends, or myself! All you can do is whine about your uncle not getting you a bigger role, yet you are by the worst wannabe actor I've ever had to deal with and with no talent or charm to speak of! You're done! Security!"

"You can't do that! Do you know who my uncle is?" But Nines only smirked.

"Go ahead, give me his name and see what happens when you mess with an Anderson or those close to him. Now piss off before I get angry." Nines stepped away just as two burly men showed up.

"Make sure he gets his shit, and doesn't steal anything, and get this asshole off my stage. Don't bother being gentle if he fights back." Simon's glare was icy. "Get this piece of shit out!"

Shouting and cussing ensued as the man was dragged away and Simon shook his head, turning to the others.

"Sorry, he's always been a cocky ass, but... this was too much. At least the sub has been proving himself to be better than the main, so I guess he's getting promoted. And-shit! Gavin! I'm so sorry!" Realizing what he did, Simon looked at his friend and took his hand. "I didn't mean to-"

"Hey, it's fine." Gavin patted his arm. "So, hey, if you could like, not tell people who I am, that would be great. I have my reasons. Thanks, guys." All the people looking at them, even those peeking in from outside the dressing room, seemed to understand. Having one's identity revealed would be bad for someone like him and since Simon thought highly of him, they would gladly oblige.
"See? All dealt with. And at least you got rid of that idiot."

"Judging a book by its cover... always a mistake. One I have nearly made as well." Nines walked over to Gavin. "Now, how about we watch the show?"

"Can't. All sold out. Not even Simon could get me a seat." Not that he minded since it only meant the show was sold out and that was great for the blond.

"Actually..." Nines reached for his phone and after a few taps showed them the confirmation email about the reservation. "I bought tickets to the show... a few days ago. I thought we would miss it since you had to come here, but we're here now and, you know, we can just enjoy the show, right?" Nines was not looking at him, somewhat embarrassed.

"You bought tickets... for this show? Why?" Gavin stared, trying to remember if he'd ever mentioned an interest in costume design.

"Because you like fashion and there's a lot of it here. I didn't know you made like all the costumes. I just wanted to take you on a nice date." Nines sighed, then became aware of Simon still close and listening. "I-I mean..."

"Sounds like you should head to your seats. The show will start soon. And thanks, Gavin, you saved my ass." He leaned in to hug him, but also took the opportunity to whisper something in his ear. "He's cute. You two look great together." And he pulled away. "I have to make sure things are ready. Go have fun!"

And they did.

---

"That was amazing!" Nines was the one gushing. "The female lead reborn as a maid to a dragon, but also having all her wits about her and knowledge of the future, how novel and refreshing!" And to think that blond man came up with it! Maybe his initial impression of Simon was wrong.

"Right? I loved how she had to hide all the things she knew and yet steer him in the right direction. And fuck, I'm a sucker for a happy end like that." They did not linger after the show was over. But it was amazing. The story, the costumes, the music and the incredible finale, simply wonderful. Nines found himself respecting the blond a bit more.

To think that he bought the tickets to a show that would have Gavin's work in it...

"Hungry? It's about time for our dinner reservation."

"Actually yea, just hope it's not too fancy." Gavin was in a good mood it seemed and the Alpha smiled.

"I think you will like it." Nines was so close to reach for his hand, but quickly remembered that they were in public and recognizable. They had to hide whatever this was between them.

And while he didn't care too much about it, he knew that because of who he was anyone seen with him would end up in the spotlight. And Gavin enjoyed the privacy of remaining anonymous. Maybe one day he would be comfortable with his face becoming known, but until then...

"Let's get a cab." Leading him away from the crowds he quickly hailed them a taxi and actually opened the door for him, to which he received a lovely smile.

"Cute." Nines rolled his eyes and slid in beside him, giving the driver the address. And finally, away from the public, he took his hand. During the play he barely managed to interlock pinkie fingers with Gavin and that still bothered him.

The ride was silent, neither speaking much, but there was no need to. With Gavin there was always this comfortable silence. Whenever he would drop by his floor, or even when calling.

The restaurant wasn't far from the theatre, so the ride was not long. Reluctantly letting go of Gavin's hand and paying the cabbie, Nines stepped out and once again, helped Gavin step out. Maybe he was overdoing it, but whatever.

"Let's head on in. I am famished." He was excited. He made sure to book a private room with a nice view of the zen garden, so no one would just come in and bother them. And while he had been here before, never like this.

"Anderson." Giving his name to the hostess in red he followed her as she lead them to the private room upstairs.

"Please, ring the bell once you are ready to order. Your server is on standby." She bowed and left. Quickly glancing around, Nines sighed with relief and then grabbed the other man's hand.

Pulling Gavin into his arms he kissed him, not letting go or holding back after he had to do that for hours now. Sliding his fingers through the soft, brown hair, Nines just wanted to taste all of him instead of anything else.

"N-Nines!" Breaking free, the designer's skin was flushed, cheeks pink and eyes wide. "Hold back a little. We can't just... lose it here." He missed touching him too, but this was some next-level longing. "How about later... we go back to my place?"

Feeling slightly dejected, but also aware that this was not the time or place, Nines nodded. "Yea, sorry. I just held back for so long and it was... like this urge. But it can wait. At least I got a kiss to sate me for now." Walking to the table he pulled a chair out for Gavin. And though he expected the man to say something about it, Gavin just sat down.

"Such a gentleman." Came the comment as Nines sat opposite him, a smile on his face.

"Of course. Isn't tonight our special date?" At least to him it was and he hoped that the designer thought the same.

"Hm, it is. But I'll choose the next one, got it?" Gavin flashed him a grin. And Nines could melt right there and then. Another date? Of course he would let the man choose whatever!

"Sounds great. Now, shall we look at the menu? I've been here a couple of times, mostly with the family or alone. Never like this." Thankfully, they had other dishes than sushi, but it was their speciality.

"I've been here once or twice as well with my brother, and once I managed to convince them to deliver since I name-dropped myself. This... is my first time with anyone like this." He knew what he liked, but being on the second floor felt odd. These were all private rooms arranged to have a view of the garden without the ability to see inside from any of them. It was intimate and even... romantic.

Thankfully, neither man took too long to decide on what they wanted, though Nines also insisted on a bottle of champagne along with some regular wine. Sake he wasn't a fan of, and neither was Gavin if the face he made at the mention of it was anything to go by.

The attending server left and he was once again able to focus on Gavin.

"I don't know what it is about you, and a part of me doesn't care if I'm honest, but I've found myself thinking about you more and more." Reaching out he took Gavin's hand. "And I hope you would be open to exploring this... thing between us."

Gavin stared at their hands, aware that shutting this down right now was what he should do. For the both of them. But instead he brushed his thumb over the Alpha's knuckles.

"I hate to admit it... or actually no, I don't. Because that would mean I'm lying. But I kinda... feel the same. And it's weird because it's totally new for me. Spending time with you, even if we're just talking on the phone, I enjoy that. But I've also never been with anyone like... in a relationship, so I'm bound to fuck up a lot of things. Plus, we both have our reputations to think of. You more than I. Are you sure-"

"Yes." Nines interrupted. "I don't care what others think about me, but I care more about keeping your preference going. Hiding the face of Gavin Reed from public so you can lead a normal life. We will figure it out together." The hand holding his own tightened a little.

"You're so quick and so sure of things." Gavin laughed a little as a knock came and the door slid open after a moment. He made a move to pull his hand away, but Nines didn't let him.

The attendant set their drinks on the table, opening the champagne and pouring it with a bit of flair, then did the same to the wine and water, then bowed and left without a word.

"Nines, he-"

"There's a reason these rooms are private, Gavin. I asked plenty of questions before booking it. Otherwise I would have just taken you to my place, but we both know how that might end up." Even now, the soft scent wafting off of the man whenever his emotions got heated was tantalizing and sweet, pulling him in. "We can be a bit more open here."

"Oh. You really thought of everything, didn't you?" And somehow that made him smile. "I wonder if you planned the perfect date and set the bar really high for me, Nines."

"I guess there's only one way to find out, Gavin." Smirking he leaned in, Gavin meeting him halfway, and for a moment they forgot all about the world outside.

Dinner resumed rather well. Soon enough their food arrived, various platters filling the table, and they ate and talked, sharing stories and anecdotes, laughing and showing affection. Holding hands on the table, a candle flickering before burning out, they both knew it was time to leave, but their date was far from over.

The bill was taken care of discreetly and the hostess called them a cab as well, bidding them a good night. This time Gavin gave the address, his own, as he leaned into Nines a bit more. They drank in moderation, sharing a bottle of champagne and wine between them, but he knew the drinks had little effect on Nines. And yet, the man's cheeks were flushed.

"Come to think of it, Gavin... we did skip dessert..." Whispering to his partner, the tall man smirked. "I guess we'll have to make-do once at your place." Shivers ran down his spine at the sultry tone of the man's voice.

"Why do I have the feeling you already know what you want?" Gavin gave him a look and Nines only smirked.

"Because you are a smart man, Gavin. The question is... how far will you let me go?" His lips brushed over his ear and it was as if someone stroked deep inside him, over his core.

"... Guess we'll find out in a few minutes."

---

Nines spend the next day with Gavin, just hanging out for a while, made him a nice big breakfast once the Omega decided to leave the bed.

It felt oddly domestic, pleasantly so. Gavin showed him the huge storage room with costumes and gowns he made over the years, some scrapped prototypes for clothing, many of which Nines thought were excellent. And towards the end, gifted Nines with a blood-red tie with a miniscule starry sky.

"When did you have time to work on this?" Stunned, Nines stared at it. "With the collection released you and your team were busy."

"I can find the time for passion projects when I want to." Smiling, Gavin pulled him into a kiss, then heard the man's phone go off. "Damn, kinda wish you could stay another night. I'm starting to get used to being around you and I blame you for it."

"I accept the blame and promise to take responsibility." But unfortunately, they had to part. Sunday was an Anderson day once a month, and that day was tomorrow. "I'll call you later, okay?" One more kiss and Nines sighed. "I'll see you on Monday, Gavin."

"Yea... Bye." Watching him leave felt... strange. Has he gotten attached to the man in such a short time?

The answer was right there, but he ignored it, watching the cab drive off before going back in.

Time to do some work.

---

When he walked into work the following Monday, Nines was in a good mood. He would get to see Gavin later, maybe try to see if the man had any idea for their next date yet, tease him a little, and if lucky, he would be able to sneak in a kiss or two.

Still smiling, Nines entered his office, though he did note the secretary hasn't said a word to him. Odd, but whatever.

He found out why a moment later, his father sitting on the sofa, a couple papers on the table as the man sipped his coffee. Next to him, Connor looked tense.

"Son, come and have a seat." The elder man said, not saying anything more until Nines did so.

A hand motioned to the table and he looked at the papers at last, his face blank as he read the captions.

Lifewear heir in love?

The secret love life of Richard Anderson!

Mystery person seen on date with Nines of Lifewear!

And they all had the same photo. His smiling face, hand holding someone else's, but the other person's face and body were hidden. All that was visible were their hands. Another photo on the cover showed him kissing the back of his palm. Another one had him laughing. But none ever showed who he was with.

"Hm, someone made bank. Is this it?" Still as passive as ever, Nines just shrugged. "Slow day at the tabloid section I presume."

But inside he wasn't as calm. That was suppose to be a safe space, but someone saw him go in and... fuck! At least no one got Gavin's face, or else it would be front and centre. But there was no mention of the person's appearance. Looking at one of the articles he only saw theories and that was it. Good.

"Are you going to explain yourself?" Hank stared at him, obviously displeased.

"What is there to explain? I went on a date and some pathetic asshole decided to spin it into a story. Can't do shit without being tracked in this city."

So maybe... another date in a different one...

"Richard! This is no joke! Someone saw you on a date and-"

"And what? I'm an adult man, father, and I have the right to date whomever I fucking want! And no, he's not my mate or anything! We're taking things slow to see if we can even work together." They haven't even had sex!

"He... so it is a man." Nines paled. "I don't care whether it's a man or a woman, but don't make any mistakes, son. Not because of the company, but because of you."

"What he's saying is-" Connor started up, but Nines held up his hand.

"I get it. Now how about both of you get out so I can do some work? And take all that shit with you. I hate having a mess around in my workspace." Standing up he looked at the tabloids.

At least Gavin's secret was still safe.

Chapter Text

"I just can't believe it. I really thought he had the hots for you." Josh was still on that and Gavin was so over it. He saw the papers on Monday, everyone did, but while Nines had to deal with shit, he could simply resume his days as usual.

Even thought he received several apologetic messages and calls from Nines about it.

"No idea what was going on in your head, Josh, but we were never like that. We just got along." Woking on some new designs, Gavin smiled. "Besides, who knows how much of that is true anyway. Tabloids? I've seen what shit they've written about me over the years. By now they claimed Gavin Reed to be about four different people."

"I guess..." Josh seemed more upset about the whole ordeal than Nines even, though that guy's problem was with his father and brother. Gavin just ignored it all since he was not identified and to him that was it.

He was too busy dealing with too many emails again, some of which from a week ago that he had yet to reply to, but his brother could wait. Besides, Eli had his number and could simply call him instead.

"How are we doing on the custom orders?" Walking over to Helen, one of the younger employees, he stared at her hand-written numbers and notes, individual clients having everything noted down to their personal requests and their scheduled time to appear to be measured. "Wow, that's actually impressive!" She had such neat handwriting he was even jealous.

"Thanks, boss, but don't touch anything." Fuck, he loved this team.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Stepping away he looked around with a smile. Almost a dozen people, including Josh and him, all working on individual tasks, but towards the same goal. Josh did great to find all these people.

"Time for some more coffee." And start working on something himself. Can't have the leader of the team falling behind.

---

Lifewear lobby

A few people turned their heads towards the guest parking lot as a sleek black car pulled up. They were used to expensive vehicles, of course, but this one was new. The car fans prided themselves on having all the cars the Andersons drove memorized and even ranked. But this one while in that price category, was not theirs.

And indeed, stepping out of the car was a tall man in what seemed to be a custom-made suit judging by the cut, holding a huge bouquet of colourful flowers. But his hairstyle was rather... peculiar.

But their attention was gone the moment the man stepped inside and with admirable confidence and strode over to the reception desk. Flashing a charming smile he leaned onto it with his elbow.

"Hi there." Sliding his card onto the counter he smirked. "Can you tell me on which floor I can find Gavin Reed? I want to surprise him. And since that little brat isn't responding to my email, what else can I do but come to him, right? You know how designers are."

"Ah, welcome to Lifewear, Mr. ... um-" she glanced at the card, then quickly looked up with wide eyes. "Mr Kamski! I'm not sure if I can just-"

"Oh, trust me, I would barge into his room since we were kids when he would ignore me. Can't have things changing too much when we are adults, right?" He winked at her.

"R-right. Floor 51, sir. Should I call ahead?" But he shook his head. "Well then, enjoy your stay, sir."

"I'm sure I will." And he was off, humming as he walked to the elevators. Pushing the button he watched the door close. "Just you wait, Gav."

---

Headphones on once more, Gavin was working on pinning pieces of cloth to a mannequin, reaching for his coffee now and again, then back to the mannequin, adjusting the colors and tapping away on the tablet screen.

He never noticed the door opening and a strange man walking in. But the others did. Josh was instantly there to step in his way with a smile.

"Hello, can I help you? This is-"

"I'm looking for someone special. And I think I see him. Always with the headphones, huh? Must get annoying for you guys, but I'm glad he liked my present. Now, if you'll excuse me." And just like that he walked by him.

"W-wait-" Josh tried to go after him, block his way, but an unmistakable aura made him stop.

"Don't worry, little guy, Gavin knows me. And I know him better than anyone else."

All eyes were on them now, one of the workers whispering to Josh about calling security, but the blond shook his head. There had to be reason he managed to get into the building and to this floor. And the flowers... who was this?

Was this Gavin's lover!? If the whispers around were anything to go by, many others were wondering the same.

Not that the man seemed to care as he simply walked up behind Gavin and waited for him to finish pinning another piece and the needle to be gone. The moment he saw an opening, he took it.

"Hey, what the fuck!?" Yanking the headphones off, Gavin was ready to throw down. "Who the hell do you-Eli?"

"Such a lovely greeting as always, Gav. Why are you ignoring my email?" The arm pulled him closer, flowers pressed to his chest as the man grinned. "Too busy to think of little ol' me?"

"The only thing little about you is your di-" The hand quickly moved from his wait to his mouth.

"Language, Gavin. You can't speak like that in front of others." The hand pulled away and so did the man, stepping back before a punch could hit him. "Temperamental as always."

"Shut up!" Gavin was seething, but then took a deep breath. Exhaling he crossed his arms over his chest and finally noticed everyone staring, Josh looking like he might pass out. "Shit... did you even introduce yourself? No, of course not. The great Elijah Kamski is above that."

"I was worried they might spoil the surprise." Scoffing, the designer rolled his eyes.

"Kamski? As in the Elijah Kamski? The tech guru and genius?"

"Ew, don't give my brother even more of an ego, Josh."

"He's your brother?"

"His big brother, too. I came to congratulate my darling little brother on his big success at the new company. And tell him that mum is mad he hasn't called in a while." He reached out to ruffle the man's hair, only for Gavin to dodge that with ease. Apparently he had practice doing that.

"I was planning to do that later. Ugh, get in my office, asshole!" Gavin grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. "Just ignore him, everyone. And... sorry." The door slammed shut behind them and Gavin sighed.

"Is that really why you're here? To nag me about calling and bring me flowers?"

"Of course. You know annoying you is one of my favourite things to do." Stating the obvious, Elijah looked around the office, recognizing the signature organization Gavin always had going on. One moment things would be a mess, the next everything neatly put away. "How have you been, Gavin?"

"... quite well, actually. This place is nice, the man running it is decent. There've been some annoyances, but nothing like the last time." Except for Connor being a little shit. "I heard you made that video disappear. Thanks for that."

"A little thing to keep my little brother safe." Waving his hand he pressed the flowers into Gavin's chest. "I know you hate roses, but I couldn't come without flowers.

"Their heads are too big and droop quickly. Wait, I think I have an extra mug around here somewhere." The flowers were actually really nice and he appreciated them. "Shit, is it on the shelf?" He walked over to look for it as Elijah began to inspect the shelves and their contents.

"Glad to hear you're doing well. I was worried about you all things considered. Plus that temper of yours is more of a quality to some. Speaking of-"

"Nope, no one, and we're not talking about my non-existent love-life." There was none. And the thing with Nines would probably be over at some point once the excitement would wear off. "Ah, there. Ugh-" Trying to reach the mug on the upper shelf he cursed.

"Here, let me get that." Quickly walking over, Elijah reached for the mug, then looked down. "Gavin, what's that on your neck?" Instead of the mug, he tugged the collar of his brother's shirt down. "... something you'd like to tell me?" His voice turned cold. "Who is it?"

"No one!" Slamming his hand over the mark he turned around. "And there's nothing to tell. This is not a real mark anyway, so nothing happened. Just too much fun and that's all."

"You let someone do that just while having fun? Gavin, you never let anyone as much as touch your neck. I'm not an idiot. Who is it? Does he work here? I swear if he hurt you I'll-"

"No one hurt me and it was just sex. Not even that, we didn't-fuck, Eli! I'm a grown man with his own brand. What I do in my private life is none of your business. I can take care of myself." But his brother seemed sceptical. Retrieving the mug he stared at the C-shaped handle and the UNT lettering. "What? It's big."

With a shrug he grabbed the mug and a water bottle, emptying it into the mug and set the flowers into the water. Though he had to partially have the bouquet lean against the wall, this worked.

"Charming. But... fine. I won't pry. But if this... thing you have becomes serious, maybe you should think about telling mum." Gavin's whole demeanour changed when he noticed the mark, so he doubted it was just a fling. Not if he hadn't punched someone for doing that.

"I'll think about it. Though I doubt it. It's not like he's really into me."

"Does he know?" The question hung heavily in the air for a moment, but that gave him the answer he needed. "Gavin, you can't hide it forever."

"I can and I will. Besides, I never lied. I mean, he never asked what I am and just assumed, so I just let him think whatever he wanted. He's not exactly a fan of ones like me, so just let me have fun before calling it quits, okay?" Gavin hated this.

"Somewhere out there is the right guy for you. And I will gladly help you find him, but you can't just keep hiding this forever, little brother."

"I can certainly try to."

Mr. Reed? Mr. Anderson is here to see you. A voice came over the intercom and Gavin let out a couple colourful expletives.

"Of all the times... please let it be the big boss..." But why would Hank come down to his department? So it had to be one of the brothers. And he wasn't sure who would be worse.

A moment later, a knock came on the door before it opened and Nines calmly stepped in, his face cold. "Gavin, I heard you have an unannounced visitor. Speak of the devil."

"And he shall appear. Elijah Kamski. And you must be... one of the Andersons, which one though?"

"Elijah, this is Nines. My boss. Nines, this is Elijah, my-"

"Nines? Such an odd name." Elijah interrupted with a grin and held out his hand.

"A nickname I decided suits my tastes. Feel free to call me Richard, Mr. Kamski." Nines took his hand and held the grip for a second longer than needed.

"In that case, feel free to call me Elijah." His brother was still smiling and Gavin felt like he could simply sneak away. "Do you make it a habit to see Gavin once you hear someone came to see him?"

"Only if they come bearing gifts, such as extravagant bouquets of flowers. Or stroll into the building as if they own the place." Nines was not smiling, not even looking at Gavin.

"Oh, but how could I not? I am so proud of Gav and his success, I simply had to. And I cannot help my own confidence. I was so eager to see him since it's been a while. He wouldn't even respond to my email." What was Elijah doing?

"That's because-"

"I am sure he was busy. Also, Gav? What a strangely familial way to call him." The Alpha energy was almost suffocating now, but it became doubled when Elijah smiled even more.

"Of course. After all, I've known Gavin for so long. I know everything about him. In fact, he is the only one I trust to make my best suits. Like this one. He even made custom cuff-links." Showing them off the next second he laughed. "Though I no longer need to be measured since he did it so many times, right, Gav?"

"I mean, yea, but-"

"I see. Well, Gavin and I have been working rather closely lately. I have no doubt that soon enough he will be able to do the same for me. In fact, I might just ask him to take them again soon, just in case there have been any changes. Though we would need privacy for that." What the fuck was Nines talking about now? He took those measurements only recently!

"Do you make it a habit to use your designers for personal tasks? How odd."

"Of course not. But I am to utilize great talent when I see it, no matter the cost." Nines was downright seething.

Who was this pompous asshole and how dare he stand so close to Gavin? Bringing him flowers, talking about how well he knows him and shit like that! And he was so cocky about it, as if-... no, there was no way!

"I see. Well, Gavin is incredibly talented. I've been watching him closely for ages after all. In fact, the only thing I don't know about him..." Elijah reached out and tugged down the collar of his shirt. "Is who did this to him."

"Eli, I told you-"

"I did." Nines stated firmly. "And as long as Gavin will let me, I will do it again, maybe in other places."

"Nines! What the fuck?" Gavin was seething now. "Would you two idiots quit this dick measuring contest? Elijah, this is my boss and we're trying to see if this could work. And Nines-" He turned to the tall man. "Elijah is my older brother! Of course he knows everything about me. He was there when I was born for fuck's sake! So knock it off you two before I kick you off the whole floor!" Talking in the loudest whisper of his life, Gavin could barely refrain from yelling, worried that the people outside might hear.

"But, Gavin, he... wait, did you say brother? Elijah Kamski is... your older brother?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that. My bad. You see, my little brother was always so cute and distracting. Probably slipped my mind."

"Liar..." Muttering, Gavin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, whatever. What I do with Nines is none of your business, Eli. Just like I don't give a shit about what you do with Chloe and if you even start telling me I am cutting off my ears and never talking to you again."

"Chloe?"

"My darling wife. Ah, that reminds me, another reason I came here is the little dinner party we're throwing this Saturday. I expect you to come, Gavin. And why not bring your boss-slash-boyfriend, too?"

"He's not-"

"Sounds like a lovely time. We'll be here." Nines replied instantly.

"Excellent! Here," handing Nines his card he smirked. "Do send me a message later and I will give you the address. It's about time I return to my own office since my secretary gets worried when I take a long lunch."

"Probably because you end up tinkering in the tech department instead of being the damn boss. And he gets angry and annoyed, not worried." Gavin crossed his arms over his chest. Why did Eli give him his card when he could just call Gavin instead?

"Same thing. And since you are so bad at replying to me, I think I will have to rely on Nines to bring you. Well, you two enjoy the rest of the day. I hope to see you this Saturday." This time he did manage to reach out and ruffle Gavin's hair, stepping away before he could be hit and left them alone.

This was going to be so much fun!

---

In the silence of the office, Nines walked to the door and closed it, then stared at the floor. Neither said a word and Nines slid the card into his pocket.

"Why did you let him antagonize you like that? You know the game he was playing. You're both Alphas, Nines."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't exactly... thinking." All he could think of was how close they seemed and how it pissed him off. "Why didn't you say something?"

Gavin gave him a look that made him feel even worse. He outed them without thinking, just because he could not control his own urge.

"Never mind. What's done is done. And about Saturday-"

"Wait, I want to come. I mean, I could learn more about you and that sounds good. And now that I know he's not some ex-lover," Gavin made a retching noise, "I promise not to mess things up."

"Well, since you promised, and Chloe is a fantastic cook, not as good as mum is though. Why not. Besides, it's been a while anyway. Why are you down here, Nines? I thought you were busy doing damage control since those tabloids came out.

Nines looked sheepish. "The receptionist said someone went to see you, a tall man. She might have said his name, but I think I stopped listening and just... kinda rushed here."

"Why though?" That made no sense to Gavin.

And there was no answer, only Nines looking away. Walking over to him, Gavin smirked.

"Were you, by any chance, jealous?"

"And if I was?" So Nines simply admitted it? That was rather surprising. And it made him feel weirdly happy.

"You know, it would be easier to be mad at you if you weren't being so fucking cute right now." And with that he grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down into a kiss.

At least Nines knew one thing he had over Elijah. He knew how soft Gavin's lips were.

---

"You're wearing the tie I made for you. And a vest. It's just dinner, Nines. You didn't have to dress up this much." Was this some kind of power-play?

"I enjoy dressing up." And he really did, just put in a bit more effort tonight. "You look nice, too. You always do, but you're not wearing anything with holes in it." That was when Gavin unzipped his jacket and revealed the ripped shirt underneath, though no hole showed too much. All deliberately placed, with a small embroidered Greed logo near the collar. "Ah, of course."

"Damn right." Feeling victorious, Gavin glanced outside. "So, you texted him?"

"Of course. Elijah kindly provided me with the address and time to come. I've also elected to bring some nice vintage wine as a gift. Feel free to indulge, but as I'll be driving us back, I think I will refrain." Even if he could enjoy a drink or two as an Alpha.

"We'll see. I mean, if you and Eli get into another dick measuring contest by who can drink more, I might end up driving us back. Provided you trust me with your car." Another thing those two had in common.

"Of course not. The contest, I mean, not that we had one in the first place. I would be fine with you driving." The GPS announced his exit and Nines took it. He had light music playing in the background and it was still light out, but the days were growing shorter recently.

"You sure this is the right way?" This didn't look like the way to Elijah's house.

"I am sure I typed it in correctly. Here." Handing Gavin his phone he unlocked it with his finger. Only for Gavin to stare at a picture of his own body, sans head, from the photoshoot.

"Why is that your background?" This was embarrassing!

"Because I like looking at it, of course. Don't you dare try to change it." Not taking his eyes off the road he smiled. The moment he received a copy of the photos he knew what he wanted to do with them. And no one would know, of course.

"You're weird." Loading up the message up he scrolled up a bit to read the brief convo, but it was... normal. Downright boring. And at the end, Elijah's message with the address.

We'll be waiting for you at 5pm. Just come to Tower Rd. 87. See ya.

His eyes widened.

"Wait, this isn't Elijah's address! That... that fucking asshole!" Gavin wanted to throw the phone. "Just turn the car around, we're not going there. Nines-"

"Gavin, calm down. What's wrong?"

"Everything! Come on, just make a U-turn and we can still make this a nice evening!"

With a sigh, Nines slowed down and reached for his phone, glancing at it he dialled the number he was given and set the phone down.

"I thought you might call. Is Gavin panicking?" The man's voice was entirely too cheerful.

"What is the address you've given me?" Once again there was a cold tone to his voice. "I don' appreciate being-"

"Chill. It's the right place. Dinner party at our place. That being the house Gav and I grew up in, of course."

"You fucking knew from the start!" Gavin yelled.

"Language, Gav. And of course I knew. But would you have come if I told you, especially with your new boyfriend? Of course not. Mum and dad are waiting, so don't worry about a thing."

Why would they worry? Nines frowned, feeling as if he was missing a piece of the puzzle, or several pieces, but that was fine. The call was ended before he could say a word and he stopped at a red light.

"If you want me to turn back, I will. I don't appreciate being toyed with like that and meeting your parents is a big thing." Never mind that Gavin met his father before meeting him. But that was different. "Just say the word."

There was hesitation, a flicker of something in his eyes, but in the end Gavin sighed. "Let's just... go with the original plan. I mean Eli won't be a dick if mum's there. And Chloe can keep him in check, too."

"All right." He reached out to take his hand and just held it, whether to comfort Gavin or himself remained unanswered. To be meeting his parents this soon was... scary. They haven't even defined this relationship just yet, but he hadn't objected to being called Gavin's boyfriend. And neither did Gavin...

The ride didn't take that long after the call and eventually Nines pulled into a nice little neighbourhood. Away from the loudness of the city, the trees were tall and their leaves changing colours, many lawns had bushes and flowers, the houses big and well-spaced. So this was where Gavin grew up?

Suddenly he felt excited about this. Nervous and worried, yes, but also excited. He had to make a good impression!

"We're here." He stated matter-of-frankly, still holding his hand. "Everything will be fine. I promise to be on my best behaviour."

"Right... okay. Let's do this." Gavin felt as if walking into a trap, but there was no turning back now, was there? He started to pull away, only to be tugged back and kissed.

"The moment you want to go, we will, no matter what." And that was enough to make him smile. Nines was being so sweet and considerate and it helped him calm down a little.

"Thanks. Oh, and, my mum's Kamski. Reed is our dad. They're married, but neither wanted to take the other's name or hyphenate, so Eli and I each got one. That's why. I knew you were wondering."

"Was I that obvious? Thanks for telling me. I didn't want to pry." The information was truly appreciated.

Finally pulling away he stepped out of the car and grabbed the gift box with the wine, then locked the car. Not that he was worried about it in a place like this. He followed Gavin to the front door, but before he could as much as reach for the doorbell the door swung open and a smug-looking Elijah appeared.

"I'm glad you made it. Come on in."

"Is that Gavin?" An unknown female voice called out and Nines tensed. Was this her? But the one to appear was a young woman with blonde hair. "Gavin! It's been a while. You should visit us more. Or at least me. I will just tell Elijah not to bother us."

"If you promise." Gavin hugged her, smiling. "Chloe, this is Nines. Nines, this is Chloe. And for some reason she married my asshole of a brother."

"He has some redeeming qualities." She laughed and shook his hand. "Lovely to meet you. I wasn't sure I believed Elijah when he said Gavin would come with someone."

"Nice to meet you as well." She seemed lovely and kind. How did someone like that man find someone like her?

"I know exactly what you're thinking, and the answer is I have no idea and I'm the luckiest man alive." Not even denying anything, Elijah kissed her cheek. "Where's mum?"

"Trying to keep your dad from sampling everything she's making. I'll go tell her you're here."

So this was it. Nines tried not to be too obvious as he looked around. It all look so... normal. A lovely suburban house, cosy furniture, healthy plants and dark woods, elegant. There were pictures on the walls and he really wanted to look at them longer, especially when he saw what were two boys, one with a missing tooth, grinning happily into the camera.

"Oh, my two boys finally under one room again! Let me have a look at you, Gavin!" This voice was older, but bright and warm. A woman with dark hair streaked with silver stepped out, even shorter than Gavin, and instantly pulled the man into a tight hug. The kind only a mother could give.

His chest felt strange.

"You look well. Are you eating okay? You better not be ordering in every night! I know how you get when working. And again with the holes? You're making your father win all our bets on what you're going to wear when you visit. I'm so happy to see you." She hugged him again and kissed his cheek. Once she pulled away her eyes, grey, Nines noticed, landed on him.
"And you must be Nines. Elijah was so secretive when he told us about you."

"Didn't feel right spilling all of Gavin's secrets, mum." And with that Elijah smirked, winking at his brother before making a quick exit.

"Richard Anderson, Mrs. Kamski. And we haven't been together for that long just yet, so maybe that's why-"

"Eli tricked us into thinking we're just having dinner with Chloe and him. Never said anything about coming here. So that's why."

"You two give me more grey hair whenever you're together. Well, I'm glad you're here, Nines. I mean Richard."

"Nines is fine, ma'am. I prefer it to my given name." He was about to shake her hand, but instead the woman hugged him, stunning him.

"And I prefer Janet, so none of that ma'am or Mrs. Kamski. I'm so happy I finally get to meet Gavin's first boyfriend."

"Mum!"

"... first?" Nines looked at him as she pulled away. "I wasn't aware. He's so charming I thought..." Fuck, that made him almost too happy to hear. He watched as the man got even more embarrassed and walked over.

"Now, you two boys go and find yourselves a seat while I finish dinner. Before your father tries to eat it. Spencer, I better not catch you with a fork!" And off she went, leaving them alone for a moment.

"She's lovely." Nines remarked. "I'm envious of you right now." His eyes were on Gavin as the man stepped closer and reached for his hand. Something so rare that Nines savoured it. "Your family is so... warm, Gavin."

"What do you mean you 'envy' me?" Such a strange thing to say about the whole situation. But then again, Hank didn't seem like the warmest of fathers. And he knew nothing about Nines's mother.

"Never mind that. Can you tell me more about these photos?" Nines was more than interested to find out more and the secretive designer who caught his eye. It felt as if he had known the man for a long time, but it's only been a few weeks since their secret and undefined relationship began.

"What's there to tell? Mum always loved taking photos, so she would keep upgrading her camera whenever possible and then took more pictures than I think is legal. And she would have the best ones printed and framed. In a way I regret buying her that professional camera. Why can't she be like other women her age and just take photos of her garden? Just watch, she's going to grab her camera at some point tonight. Though I'll tell her not to take photos of us toge-"

"Don't. I don't mind if it's here. If it's her." And while he had his doubts that he would be included in such pictures, he would not mind it.

"Since when have you been so sentimental?" Gavin smiled now. Maybe this evening wouldn't be so bad at all.

"Beats me." Something about the whole atmosphere made him feel odd, but in a really good way.

"You sure you're comfortable wearing all that?" Tugging on the vest he smiled. "I know I made it for you to go with the tie, but still..."

"Of course I am. Because you made it just for me it's perfectly comfortable." Unable to resist he leaned in and kissed Gavin's forehead.

"If you say so."

"Gavin." A new voice interrupted them and instantly, Gavin pulled away and looked at the tall man. His hair was kept short, even more grey than the woman's, his neatly kept facial hair a salt-and-pepper mix. And where her eyes were a soft grey, his were an icy blue, not that far from his own.

And he was tall, about as tall as Nines himself, dressed in a dark shirt and trousers, his badge on his waist and an ID on his lanyard. Captain Reed, Nines noted. And then saw the fork in his hand. "Hold this." The fork was handed to Gavin without another word and the man quickly left.

"Spencer, if you think you can blame someone you have another thing coming!" Janet came back, sighing as she saw her son. "And you better change out of your work clothes before dinner!" Calling after her husband she took the fork from Gavin. "One day I'll be able to keep him out of the kitchen."

"Mum, we both know that's not going to happen. Anyway, can I help with anything?"

"We. Can we help with anything?" Nines quickly stepped forward, eager to help. Maybe to prove himself to Gavin's mother, maybe to help out. His own feelings were confusing at the moment.

"Well, you could set the table if you'd like. Gavin knows where everything is. Chloe is helping me finish up and I sent your brother to bring the drinks from the garage so he's making himself useful." She gave Nines a smile. "You look so stiff, dear, Relax. And enjoy the Kamski-Reed chaos. Trust me, the holidays are a giant mess. Which I hope to see you attend."

"Mum, we're not that far into it yet." And it was true. They weren't, their relationship still mostly undefined. And yet here they were, in his childhood home, about to dine with the family and it felt nice.

"Momma knows best, Gavin. And I'm not blind. Now go set the table if you would." And with that she was gone, tossing the fork into the sink.

"I want to assume that means she approves of me... of us, but it's too early to tell." Nines took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. "Well them, show me what to do, Gavin."

---

How could the table accommodate so much food was baffling to Nines, yet there he saw, Gavin to his right. At the head of the table was Captain Reed, now dressed in a normal pullover and jeans, his badge gone. But opposite him was Elijah, sitting beside his lovely wife, the other end of the table occupied by Janet.

And for the first time, Nines was feeling really nervous.

He had no experience dealing with a partner's parents. Having dinner with Connor and their father was always about business more than anything. But this was... vastly different.

Janet took it upon herself to serve everyone, helped by Chloe, while Mr. Reed took over filling their glasses. But when Nines tried to object, claiming that he would be driving, the man just gave him a look and did so anyway.

"I know how much our type can handle." He filled the man's glass and smirked. "You're like me or Elijah. Though with my wife, there might as well be four."

"What was that?" Janet looked at him and Spencer quickly smiled at her.

"Nothing, darling."

"Thought so. Nines, just ignore him. All those years of being a cop, then a detective, and now a Captain, went to his head. But he's right about Alphas being able to handle more alcohol. That's why he and Eli are forbidden from having drinking contests. Yes, that rule is still in place." She shot a glare in her son's direction and Gavin just grinned.

"I take it holidays get interesting."

"You have no idea, Nines. Last time they got into it over football both Eli and dad ended up trying to wrestle about which team was better. Mum told them to go outside and since neither would give in, sprayed them with a hose."

"Elijah had a cold for a week and was all miserable. It was cute. And served him right." Chloe gave them a bright smile. "He would not stop whining."

"Hey, I thought a wife is supposed to be on her husband's side." Receiving the looks from both his wife and his mother, Elijah coughed. "Um, never mind. So, how long have you two known each other?" Desperate to change the subject he knew exactly how.

"Gavin applied for a job, was accepted, ended up in my department, we met outside of work, and things went from there." Giving the most abridged version of all, Nines shrugged. "We're still... working on this."

"The job at that fashion company? Your department?" Spencer looked confused, frowning for a moment. As if the idea of an Alpha working in fashion was wrong to him.

"Yes. Lifewear. My father established it many years ago, still acts as the CEO, though my brother and I have both proven ourselves capable and skilled to lead our own departments. And Gavin ended up in mine. It was... strange. As if fate brought him to me, put him in my path. Or maybe I was put in his. Whichever it may be, I am glad it happened."

"Before you even try to think about it, no, he did not coerce me or anything like that. I mean, I wouldn't just take it from anyone in the first place, much place take him to meet my parents." Gavin tapped the bridge of his nose and smirked. "I can handle myself."

"Oh yes, that little prick. You broke his nose, two ribs, and gave him a concussion. I remember being told I could not be the one handling the case since I'm your dad, but damn was I proud." Spencer was downright beaming now. "I taught my boys how to defend themselves myself."

"I would never dare do anything with Gavin he wouldn't want me to. I mean we-" Nines looked away and coughed. "We're taking things step-by-step for now. We both have to get used to this 'being together' thing."

Gavin looked stunned for a moment, but then just smiled. "Yea, we're taking it slow. And I kinda like Nines, so I don't want to mess things up. And don't worry, there's no power play."

"Hm, I guess taking it slow is why you had that mark on your neck the other day." Elijah calmly sipped his wine. "And why I was ready to deck this guy when he said he made it."

"Mark!?" Janet's eyes went wide and Gavin looked ready to kill his brother.

"Not like that! Just a neck bruise, nothing else! Mum, we're haven't even..." Gavin's shoulders slumped.

"Elijah, I do think it is rude of you to discuss their private life like this. Or should I talk about ours and make things even?" Chloe sipped her drink, not even looking at her husband. "I mean, you do enjoy it when I-"

"Fine, fine! I'm sorry, you two, I was being an asshole and I won't do it again. But I'm also protective of Gavin, Nines, and won't accept just anyone. Especially if they might hurt my little brother. Truce?" Holding out his hand he stared at Nines.

"I would never do that. And if I ever do end up hurting him, I expect you or your father to walk in and punch me. In fact, I will ensure security gives you clearance. Or worse yet, Janet." Taking the hand he stared right into the man's eyes. "If I ever hurt Gavin in any way, don't hold back."

"I won't." Janet spoke up with a happy smile. "But I can't imagine that happening either. You're such a sweet young man. So, what is it that you do, Nines?"

Gavin blinked. What just happened? Elijah and Nines calling a truce? His mother clueless about who Nines really was? Looking to Chloe he mouthed a 'what the fuck' to Chloe and she just smiled and winked.

"I'm... the head of advertising and marketing for Lifewear. I studied abroad and came back. Used a different name to prove myself and avoid claims of nepotism. Now I work closely with Gavin to help in any way I can. And somehow, because of work, we got closer."

"Oh, Lifewear is that fancy company, right? Come to think of it, our classmate is the founder, right? Oh, I remember him well. I'm sure I have our yearbooks somewhere. It's been a while since we spoke."

There was something odd about the way she mentioned that, playing with her wine glass, but Gavin dismissed it. He didn't know much about his parents' school years and this was not the time.

"Hank Anderson. A stand-up guy, though prone to get into trouble. We didn't interact much during high school. We ran in different circles, but he stood up for others and got suspended a couple of times for getting into fights. I mean, so have I. That's how we talked for the first time. Detention. Seems like forever ago..." Spencer chuckled. "Never thought he would go into fashion."

"Y-you know my father?" Nines nearly dropped his fork.

"Of course." Spencer smiled. "We weren't friends, but we knew of each other. So years later when I fined him for speeding he accepted the ticket with grace. I was just a traffic cop back then. Doubt he remembers me. Now that I think about it, kinda odd that his son and mine are dating."

"My father never talks about his younger days. He's always focused on business and anything relating to it. In fact, it was his idea that I oversee Gavin's design department. In a way I should be thankful. But I also wonder if he knew..." Nines frowned for a second and Gavin reached out to take his hand.

"Whether he knew or not, it brought us here, right?" Looking at the man's hand, Nines smiled.

"Right. And no matter what may come, I want to be with you like this again." Forgetting where they were for a moment, Nines leaned in and lightly kissed the other man, Gavin returning the sweet gesture.

"Oh! Oh!" Janet was downright beaming, glancing around as if to look for something to capture the sweet moment. Elijah had the biggest smirk on his face while Chloe was just smiling. And Spencer was just nodded as if to approve.

"So Eli, what's new at your work?" Desperate to change the subject, Gavin turned the attention to his brother and Chloe. But under the table, his hand never left Nines's.

---

Dinner was strangely enjoyable. Once the most obvious topics were dealt with they just chatted. Nines found himself engrossed in a conversation with Janes and strangely enough, Elijah, about design and fashion. And he caught glimpses of Gavin talking to Chloe and Spencer about some fantasy show or something.

Once dinner was done they retreated to the living room, wine glasses refreshed, and everyone finding a spot.

"I'm gonna take care of the dishes real quick." Janet was about to stand up, but Chloe and Nines were quicker.

"Let me handle it."

"I'll take care of it."

Both looked at each other and smiled.

"We'll take care of the dishes, Janet. After that incredible meal it wouldn't be right for you to do the washing up." Nines pushed his sleeves up a bit and with Chloe, they retreated to the dining room to gather everything from the table.

Nines took over the sponge and began to scrub the dirty dishes without a complaint. Contrary to what most would think, he did this often. After he dismissed his cook he learned how to cook for himself and clean up as well. And found it enjoyable.

Chloe took over drying them and putting them away. And while the silence was comfortable, it was also tense.

"Something on your mind?" Nines scrubbed another plate clean and rinsed it, then handed it to her.

"You. I saw the photo. Neither Janet or Spencer read those things, and Eli hasn't been paying attention to the news for years. But I do. And... that was you and Gavin, right?" Putting the plate away she grabbed a rinsed fork.

"... it was. I thought it would be fine, but someone saw me, I guess. No one knows who Gavin is after all. So in a way I am glad he's not being bothered. How... did you know?" Scrubbing a serving platter he focused on the task at hand, or at least tried to.

"The ring. On his little finger, Gavin sometimes wears a ring that's one of a kind. I would know because I gifted it to him." Chloe put the fork away and took the serving platter. "And then Eli came home a few days ago, gloating and smug. And tonight you came with Gavin. Simple maths."

"I see..."

"Gavin is happy. I can tell. I have never seen him smile this much or be so at ease. And I have known him since he was in high-school." She smiled and turned to look at him.

"And he likes you. More than he lets on. More than he wants to admit. Call it an instinct, women's intuition, but I can see it. But there are still things you don't know about him."

"I am aware of that. But I like him. At first, I thought I disliked him and his whole vibe, but instead I was drawn to him. When he told me to stand in for a mannequin I could have refused, but instead I did whatever he wanted. Gavin is... I can't explain it. I want to be with him more than anything, but we're not dating per se. We're not a couple, but at the same time I wouldn't hold back claiming that we are. No matter who questions it. Be it the press, the public, or my father. Gavin is... he's..."

"Special to you."

"... yes." Finished with the dishes, Nines made sure to wipe the counter. "And I am still trying to understand how or why, but I know he is. I will never meet anyone like him again."

"Hm, sounds like fate." Chloe hung up the dish cloth and smiled. "Who knows, maybe you were meant to be together?"

"Isn't that something only an Alpha and an Omega can enjoy? Though it does feel like it sometimes."

She bit her tongue.

---

"Gavin, are you sure about this?" Janet held his hand, concern written all over her face.

"Mum, It's fine. We haven't gone that far yet and... he's been nicer to me than all the guys in my life before. He's sweet and awkward, and cocky and confident. He listens to me. On our way here, when I found out that we were tricked, he was willing to turn around and go back. Nines is... he's nice."

"Tricked? What do you mean?" Janet looked shocked and looked to her older son. "Elijah Kamski!"

"Mum, he wouldn't have come if I told him it was a dinner party with you and dad! Especially not with his boss boyfriend." But the man still ended up getting lightly smacked. "Sorry..."

"As you should be." Janet huffed and took a drink of her wine. "Well, I like him. He seems like a sweet young man, if a bit awkward. But... how are you..."

"I don't know. and I'm constantly thinking about it. I never told him directly and he never assumed either. And things have been fine. Maybe I won't ever have to tell him. I mean, not like much would change, right?" Gavin stared at his fingers as he twirled the wine-glass in his hand,

"Son, I want you to be happy. And while I don't agree with the way you approach it, I won't fight you on it. But can you be truly happy hiding a part of yourself?" Spencer set his glass down and frowned. "I would hate to see my boys unhappy."

"It's fine, dad. I'll... think of something. But I kinda really like Nines. Just don't tell him, okay?" Gavin smiled. "He's kind and sweet. And protective. Because when Eli showed up and acted like an ass, Nines straight out said that he was the one who marked me. Wait.-"

"Marked!?" His mother stood and and Gavin did as well, grabbing her hands before she could do anything.

"Not like that! Just a normal mark, nothing like... that!". Tugging his collar down a little he revealed what was left of the healing mark on the side of his neck.

"Mum, they call that a 'love bite'. " Elijah spoke up, for one being helpful.

"Oh, bummer..." Janet pouted and resumed her seat.

"What!?" Gavin stared at her and his mother simply shrugged.

"Well, you two look good together, seems like you are good for each other... so I wouldn't exactly mind."

"Mum!"

"Are we... interrupting?" Chloe smiled, glass in hand, as she walked over to her husband and just sat in his lap.

"Not at all, dear. we were just gossiping about Gavin and learning all the good things about Nines." Elijah grinned, ignoring the faint kick to his leg from Gavin.

"I cannot blame you. I am a stranger to all of you except for Gavin after all. I just hope you still think of me positively." Walking over to Gavin he sat down beside him. "But I am also willing to answer your questions shall you have any."

Spencer said nothing, just nodded in approval. Elijah and Chloe were giggling over some inside joke. And Gavin was just... being sweet. Hugging him close, Nines smiled. This was one of the best nights of his life.

"Come to think of it, Nines, would you care to see some old photos of my boys?" Janet beamed at him. "I have an album or two of Eli and Gav from when they were babies.

"Mum, I don't think he-" But Nines tugged him back, sitting up straight.

"Janet, I would absolutely love to see all the pictures of Gavin you have. And I do mean all of them."

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"You can't be mad at me forever, even if you are cute when you pout." Nines cracked another egg into the bowl, then began to whisk them together. "Actually, you pout the same way as you did in that one photo-" A hand covered his mouth.

"Not. Another. Word." Gavin was not having a great time as Nines reminisced about the photos he saw at his parents' house. He spent over an over looking through old albums with Janet while Gavin caught up with his father. Chloe was happy to join in on the picture thing and kept Elijah silent.

Nines pressed a kiss to the hand covering his mouth and smiled. "You were an adorable kid, Gavin, so just accept it. And you're still cute now." Resuming the work on their breakfast he let Gavin sulk, but eventually the man got curious and watched him whip up a couple omelettes.

"Didn't know you cooked. Last time we ordered in."

"Occasionally I do, but it's more rare these days. I never cooked a few years ago, always had someone prepare my meals, but since I worked such irregular times I found the cook a different job and just... learned to do it myself." It wasn't that difficult to follow a recipe at all, but cooking just for one, eating alone, it was boring.

"Hm, smells good. But you can't buy me with a home-made meal." Still stoic as ever, Gavin moved to sit at the counter and sipped his coffee.

He thought to ask Nines to drop him off last night, but instead he just naturally went along with him, spent the night, and since it was Sunday there was no work to go to or deal with. So now he got to enjoy watching Nines cook and it was... fascinating.

The man was wearing only a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but he looked better than he did whilst donning a suit.

"You know, I can feel you staring at me and it's burning a hole into my back." Nines flipped the first omelette.

"Now I know you're making that up, because I was definitely looking at your ass." Taking a sip of his coffee he resumed staring at said behind, then let his gaze travel up.

The perfect proportions. Broad shoulders, the muscles in his arms now even more on display, the nape of his neck-... right. Alphas never were the ones marked by others. They were the ones marking them. Even if it was possible, none of their kind would allow something like that.

"Feel free to continue then."

"Can't stop me anyway. Your ass would really look great in a pair of tight jeans." He knew the perfect colour and cut, too.

"Again with that? How about this." Turning the burner off he slid the omelette onto the second plate, sprinkled cheese on top, and turned around, sliding the plate in front of Gavin. "If a situation arises where I need to wear jeans, or whatever attire you deem acceptable, I will let you dress me in anything."

"Deal!" Gavin accepted that with a grin that made the taller man wonder if he should be worried. He watched Gavin take a bite of the food, chew, then swallow.

"Is it good?" His answer was another bite, bigger this time. So much for not making things up to him with food. Maybe he should make him dinner...

---

"So..." Gavin swiped through the new designs he was working on, settling on leisure wear for men after being inspired by Nines. "You busy on Friday?"

Sitting in the man's office he stood up and walked over to the large desk, eyes now on the board Nines was working on. He had really neat handwriting, even with something as huge as a marker. Blue eyes met his.

"Not at all. And if you made plans for us, I would cancel everything else." Capping the marker, the man came close and blocked Gavin in, leaning closer. "Another date?"

"If that's how you want to think of it." Nines was even closer now, smiling. And Gavin didn't hesitate to grab him by the tie and pull him into a kiss. And the Alpha instantly kissed him back, those strong arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer as well.

"And if I do?" Whispering once he pulled away, the man stared at him with such an intensity it sent a shiver down his spine.

"I won't stop you." Another kiss, one that nearly made him moan for more and next thing he knew Nines lifted him onto the desk. "H-hey, we can't do more than this at work, you know that."

"But you're so tempting. I locked the door when you came in..." Nines was downright pouting now, hands sliding over his thighs. His mouth was now on Gavin's neck, breathing in deeply. "You smell so delicious, I can't help myself." Ever since he met this man he hadn't even thought of anyone else. No one compared to the way Gavin's smell alone made him feel.

"Nines, we're not having sex in your office." They haven't even done it in a bed yet!

"Not yet at least..." Muttering, Nines inhaled his scent one last time and slowly pulled away. He managed to steal one last kiss though and Gavin allowed that, enjoying himself at the same time Who knew that the big, bad Alpha could be this cute?

"How about you come to my place around five on Friday? We'll get ready together and go out."

"On a date." Gavin rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you can call it that." But he was smiling as well, unable to resist. "I should get back to my floor before someone decides to look for me. Can't keep hanging out here with you."

"I'll think of more reasons to have you come here or go and see you in your office." Even if there was less privacy. He watched Gavin grab the tabled and head to the door when suddenly, Nines had a thought. "Wait, what did you mean by getting ready together?"

"You'll have to wait to find out on Friday." With a wink and a laugh, the designer unlocked the door and stepped out.

---

Nines parked his car and stepped out, a smile on his face already. Taking the small gift bag from the seat he locked up and went to ring the doorbell, but the door swung open before he could, a happy-looking Gavin smiling at him.

"Finally! Come on in!" What was this about? Gavin was unusually excited and Nines wasn't sure how to feel about it. As much as he adored his smile, this was... dangerous.

Still, he allowed the man to drag him up to the bedroom, raising a brow. Was this...?

"Surprise!" There were several bags on the bed, but he wasn't sure he recognized the brands on them. "We're going out and you need to look the part. So how about you put on everything that's in there? And don't worry about the size. I know all your sizes. Yes, all of them." The man kissed his cheek.

"What's in those bags?" Suspicious, Nines narrowed his eyes.

"Your outfit for the date. Unless you changed your mind about letting me plan the next one or don't want to go." Gavin was playing him like a fiddle and it was working like magic. He did say Gavin could plan the next outing and the fact that he called it a date pushed all the right buttons.

"I... I just can't with you." Shaking his head he pulled Gavin close, kissing him since he didn't even get to do that before being dragged. "Fine. For you."

"You won't regret it." But Nines had doubts.

And though he expected Gavin to stay, the man made a quick exit and left him to his own devices. Right, he could dress himself. Taking off his jacket and removing everything important from the pockets, Nines hung it up since Gavin even made sure to have clothes-hangers ready. As if he knew that Nines wouldn't go back on his word.

Down to his underwear, Nines finally looked into one of the bags and groaned.

Inside was a pair of classic blue jeans, a slight fade to them, convenient rips on both knees. "Gavin..." But he agreed to this. And just like the man said, they fit him perfectly. Nines had trouble finding a good pair on his own, yet this man worked his own magic. And they didn't look too bad.
"Okay, what's next..." A plain white t-shirt, not unlike the ones he owned, but this one was more form-fitting. A classic black leather belt, but with the most subtle skull embossing every few inches. and Nines was starting to get an idea of what the next item would be.

The leather jacket was soft, definitely of high quality. But again, the brand was nothing he could recall hearing about. How odd. But when he put it on, the arms were the perfect length, it didn't feel too big or too tight on his chest and around his shoulders and even the damn pockets were at a comfortable height!

"I'll never choose any clothes again as long as you pick them for me." Muttering he opened the last box where a pair of black boots laid. Footwear was always tricky, but at this point he just knew Gavin chose something comfortable and fitting. And indeed, they were even better than his custom made pair he wore this morning.

Nines sat on the bed, not exactly sure how he felt about all this. He looked good, he knew Gavin was the best person to choose clothes for him, but why this style? The jeans alone were fine and normal, but he looked like he was on his way to a concert or something.

Oh.

"Finished yet?" Gavin peeked in and then threw the door open, eagerly surveying his selection. "You look hot. You always do, but this is different. So, how do the clothes feel?"

"If I can be perfectly honest... strange, but not in a bad way. It all fits better than anything similar I've ever bought, especially the jeans, but I haven't worn things like this in years." Nines stood up and walked up to the man's mirror. "I look strange."

"Because we're not done yet. Clothes are only half the battle. Right now you look too cookie-cutter perfect. Sit on the bed again." Gavin went to the bathroom, returning with hair wax a moment later. Warming a little bit of it on his hands he rubbed them together and then slid his fingers through Nines's perfectly styles hair, messing it up a bit, but then styled it so it fell at different angles and gave Nines more of an edge.

"There, now accessories. No outfit is complete without those." First came the chain, the links bigger than one would normally wear, but not too much so. But Gavin also added another one with a hanging crystal pendant. Two big rings were slid on his fingers and the touch made him tingle. Though Gavin chose his index finger on his left hand and middle finger on his right...
"Good, they fit."

"I recognize this one. You were it last week." The dragon relief on it was unmistakable.

"Damn right. Try not to lose them, but it's just a ring." But Nines was busy studying it for now. From what he recalled, Gavin wore it on his ring finger and it fit his index finger... maybe that information might come in useful one day.

A leather cuff was added to his wrist and Gavin stepped back. "There, still perfect, but in a different way."

"You think I'm perfect?"

"Well... kinda. Anyway, I'm gonna change as well so we can head out. The cars stay here, too, can't enjoy an evening like this without a beer or two." Not caring that Nines was still there he stripped down to his underwear the lacy side-panel stirring something within the Alpha.

"You're wearing-... looks great." But Gavin barely paid attention to that.

"Of course. They're really good quality and comfortable. Plus, I love it when I can wear what I make." Unlike Nines, Gavin was dressed in no time, though his shirt was black and his jeans had more rips than not. And the jacket he grabbed was worn, but Nines knew that already.

"With you dressed like that and not looking like your usual self, you can enjoy a bit more freedom instead of being constantly on your guard. And the place we're going to doesn't allow outside photography either."

"Are you going to finally tell me where we're going?" Standing up he walked over as Gavin finished dressing. This was one of his favourite styles on the man as it made his bad boy persona shine.

"The Asylum." Gavin grabbed a couple of rings, and a dangling earring.

"... what?"

"The club, I mean, maybe it used to be an asylum at one point, but it's been since converted into a club and there's an unplugged rock concert happening tonight. I made sure to get us a table so we can enjoy the music and also talk without shouting." Gavin turned around to look at him, the shiny silver beside his neck drawing Nines's eyes to the mark on his neck. It was fading...

"So you've been there before? I am... impressed. And kinda really happy, actually." Gavin put so much thought into this date it gave him butterflies.

"Of course. And maybe I have another one planned for another time. Something out of your comfort zone again, but new experiences is how we grow and they can be fun if you have the right company." With a big grin, Gavin grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket, using the other for his wallet.
"So, are you ready to head out?"

"One moment." Nines pulled him close and kissed him, lingering for the longest time. The alluring scent was always there, lingering around Gavin, but this time he knew the man didn't put on any cologne. At least not in front of him. And he knew none that had this particular mix. Most slowly, if not reluctantly, he pulled away. "Now I am."

As ready as he could be.

---

"It does look like an asylum." The only time he was in this part of the city was when driving through it and thus he wasn't familiar with it, but the building looked old, a huge neon sign high up above the red-glowing windows.

The Asylum

Behind the arches separating the side-walk from the building was the entrance. A few steps lead up to a heavy double door, a tall and robust man standing outside and keeping everyone at bay. There was not much of a line outside, but the general vibe went from rock to metal to Gothic.

Suddenly it made sense that Gavin liked this place. The inspiration here was incredible even for someone like Nines. Lining up in the back it took only a couple minutes for them to approach the bouncer and Gavin flashed his phone. Two black bands were attached to their wrists and that was it.

"Let's find our table. They finished sound check a while ago, so we might as well grab a drink. And don't expect any cocktails either. But the beer is good, wine I would stay away from, and you get the standard liquor." Taking in the atmosphere, Nines eagerly followed behind the man, though he did notice Gavin holding his hand. No one was looking at them either and once at the table, he relaxed.

"Nice view of the stage, but not too close. You do have good taste in these things." Sitting close he rather appreciated the panels separating the individual tables. A few others had reserved on them, just like theirs.

"We're just getting started, too. I really hope you'll like this. At first I thought I would take you to a metal concert, but you might not enjoy that. And no good bands are playing anytime soon, so I'm saving that one. But nights like this, the club opens up to smaller bands and they even do unplugged nights. Some have their own songs, some work in famous songs. People drink and dance and have fun. Plus, the security here is really tight, so if there's any trouble it's taken care of in less than a minute. The owners are a bit creepy, but then again, they are twins. I think."

Gavin sat a bit closer to him now and Nines liked that. "You think? Do they look alike, but also not really?"

"Kinda. One is always posh and proper, the other like a party girl. And no one has ever seen them together in one place. Shit... I forgot their names. I know one of them has a name similar to mum's... eh, whatever." To be able to show Nines a place he liked felt great. And no one paid any attention to them since there were a lot more interesting characters around.

"Feels... strange. Not feeling the need to ensure we aren't seen and being out in the open. I like this." Sliding his arm around Gavin's shoulders he leaned back and picked up the menu with his free hand. The lamination has seen better days, but at least it wasn't sticky.

"I think I'll just go with beer tonight." Unless he would drink it in litres, he would be as good as sober.

"Good choice. Ah, right on time." A waitress walked up, with intense gothic makeup and spiky hair and the tightest leather pants Nines had ever seen. He was actually impressed she could walk upstairs.

"What will it be, boys?"

"Two Heinekens. For now at least." Gavin smiled at her and she tapped on her tablet.

"Gotcha." She didn't stare or linger, moving to another table to get their order and Nines was... shocked.

"Feels weird not being recognized, right? Now imagine having that every day like I do. This is why I keep my face hidden and no one knows who is the man behind Greed. And you would be surprised how very few people make the connection between my first name and last name." At times it was annoying, sure, but it was not worth announcing himself to the public and losing all this privacy and sense of being anonymous.

"It does feel weird, but not in a bad way. I can't remember the last time I was able to be this... free. Not having to watch what I do or say. Shit, I still remember someone printing an article about my coffee order." Gavin laughed at that. "Right? It's so stupid. I could get used to this."

"I will make sure the next date I plan will give you this freedom." The words struck a cord and Nines stared at him for a moment. And then he just smiled and pulled Gavin into a kiss.

He nearly missed the sound of the beers being set down, but the woman moved on and didn't care at all. So this was what it felt like to have freedom?

"Cheers." Gavin grabbed his bottle and grinned. "To being hidden in public."

"Cheers to our second date." Nines said softly, taking a swig from the bottle. Not even in a glass, but he liked that.

Gavin took his jacket off and just set his phone on the table, then grabbed it to take a photo of them. No one else ever touched his phone anyway and he liked having more of these moments.
Nines pulled him close and smirked when the photo was taken. Then he kissed Gavin's cheek before he took another one.
"Make sure to send me copies. I want more photos of you... and of us together."

"What if someone sees them on your phone?" Gavin looked at the photos and smiled. Just two guys on a date and nothing more.

"No one can touch me phone. Except you, of course." Nines reached for it and smiled, handing it to Gavin.

"Why would I want to do that?" Confused he looked from the phone to the man.

"To check if I am flirting with someone else." Gavin stared at him, then laughed.

"Nines, I would never do that. For one, you are willingly here with me on a date, stepping, no, leaping out of your comfort zone. And two, we're not official so... you can flirt with people." And Alphas could have partners on their side even after marking someone. most didn't, but many indulged.

"Gavin, I would never flirt with anyone else or do anything. No one comes even close to how you make me feel. You're the only one I want. And we could make things official. Eventually, if you want..." To be together officially, to be able to call Gavin his, it made his heart race. "Maybe it's too soon, but some relationships don't need months of dating. Some don't work out even after years."

"... and you think we could work out after how we started and only a couple of dates?" Gavin played with the label on the bottle, sceptical.

"I do. Because I have never felt the things I do now until you walked into my office."

For a moment Gavin recalled what his assistant told him shortly after they've met. Fated Pair. A couple destined to be together, always an Alpha and an Omega. But he never told Nines what he was. And the man never asked him directly, either. He took care of procreation the moment he could and lived his life as a big secret, hiding his identity from the public, and hiding what he was from everyone else.

"Sorry. I didn't intend to make this feel like I'm pressuring you." Nines kissed the top of his head. "But I really like you and I hope that soon we can try making this a real, proper thing."

"It's okay. I just... overthink things. Like your reputation, your family, your status in society, things like that." Gavin chuckled and took a swig from the bottle.

"But what about your reputation? People would wonder who you are if we were to go public and eventually someone would find out. And your family... your status on having made it without any help. I would hate for some asshole to claim you slept your way up when we both know you worked your cute ass off to get to where you are."

Yes, there was that as well. Hank would not approve, Connor would probably spill his secret, and the public would be all over them and destroy the private life he built up. And of course, his reputation might also suffer. This wasn't just about them deciding to date and a happy end following.

"It's not like we would be able to hide forever." He watched the MC step on the stage and introduce the first band, then step away. And then the music started. Soft rock tunes filled the club, slowly picking up pace.

Of all the people in the world, or in this city alone, it had to be Nines that he ended up close to him. He had tried to ignore it at first, or push him away, but instead he was drawn to him. And it all happened so quickly it felt unreal. One moment he was annoyed that this cocky man was trying to insert himself into his creations, the next they were in bed.

How long until all rationality would go out the window? How long would he be able to hide what he was from Nines and then have his heart broken? After all, the man expressed repeatedly that he would never be with an Omega, much less sleep with them. And even though they had yet to take things that far...

...

... his heart broken?

Fuck!

---

They drank a couple beers, even danced when the top floor got into the mood and they could get lost in the crowd. Nines found out that Gavin was a really good dancer when it came to this kind of music, and Gavin learned that Nines really enjoyed touching him all over, as if to show they were there together.

Midnight passed and the music was slowing down, but they both agreed that it was time to go. Gavin paid and tipped the waitress in cash.

But after all the drinks and dancing, they were both hungry and Gavin had a plan for that. He took Nines to one of the food trucks set up near the venue and ordered, already looking forward to the man tasting it. Those fancy dinner parties and shit were fine, but lacked something that only this kind of food could provide.

Grabbing the soda and pizza box, Gavin considered his options. They could eat right there at one of the pop-up tables or on a bench, but he thought of something better.

"This way." Having Nines carry the drinks he took his hand and lead him to a nearby park.

"Where are we going? Gavin, come on, we could just sit there and-" But then they came to a nice clearing, the lights dimmed by the tall trees and allowing the stars to shine through. "Never mind."

"I know what I'm doing, babe." Smug, Gavin took him right over to the edge of the grass where the pond began and plopped down, patting the space. And Nines sat down without hesitation. "Late dinner with a view."

"You're incredible." Laughing, Nines looked up. "Haven't seen stars like this in ages..."

Gavin opened the pizza box and smiled. "They are even better out in the country where not much is happening. Maybe one day we could take a trip that big so you can see them." Grabbing a slice he happily took a bite.

"I would really like that. Perhaps Scotland? That's your ancestry after all, and I've always wanted to visit." Grabbing a slice himself he did not even question it and took a bite. And it was delicious.

"Hm? I mean... yea, and I do go back at least once a year. I bought out great-grandpa's old place and pay people to take care of it, but now and again I go there. I barely remember him, but I remember every day I spend with gramps." He took another bite and chewed, smiling.

"It's small, here you would call that a studio apartment, but back then it was enough, I guess. And I like it. Has a great view and isn't far from the centre. I nearly missed buying it before it would be sold off naturally. If I were to ever move anywhere... it would be there. And yes, I am ignoring the logistics of how much stuff I have or how much space I need." Laughing he looked at Nines, then reached out to wipe the corner of his lips. "Sauce."

That little gesture sent a fire through his entire body. Was Gavin even aware of how erotic some of the things he did truly were? The way he would bite his lip when fully focused was what he noticed first. Because it would be bruised later, if not bleeding at times.
Or how Gavin always put his phone in his right pocket. How he always saved the centre of a cookie for his last bite. How he would always fidget with a ring or a necklace.

"Nines? Nines!" Snapping out of it, embarrassed that he got caught, Nines looked away.

"I could always buy a place right next to yours in Scotland and we could make it into one big apartment. Or you can keep it and we just-" A finger on his lips stopped him.

"Nines, we're not even officially dating. This is all... new to me. I've never been as much as attracted to anyone, never mind this close. And while we go on dates and work together and... stuff, there's still so much we don't know. So, don't rush things. Please."

That last word caught him off guard. Was he rushing things? It didn't feel like it to Nines, but if Gavin felt that way than maybe he was in the wrong.

"Of course. Sorry. I got carried away. But dating... I would like that. We have a lot in common somehow, we get along better than most, we are compatible, and I really fucking like you, Gavin Reed. And... even if we would need to hide things from the public to preserve your anonymity, I would like to try it. Us dating." Nines took his hand and gently held it in his own. "What do you say?"

"What about your family? Hank would never approve and your brother..." Gavin frowned. "is a busybody asshole."

"So what? I am an adult and if they don't approve then that's their problem. Besides, my father thinks highly of you. And no one cares what Connor thinks. It's your family I am worried about." Nines hugged him close.

"What? Nines, my mum practically loves you and my dad hasn't pulled the I am a cop card, which is about as good as it gets. For fuck's sake, you two were talking about basketball for almost an hour." Gavin laughed and looked up. "And just like how you feel about Connor, I feel the same about Eli. But... I think he actually likes you. I know Chloe does."

Nines tightened his hold on Gavin and nuzzled the top of his head.

"So that means, if I asked you right now to be with me... and I think the term is boyfriend, would you? Be my boyfriend, I mean?"

Time seemed to come to a halt, the leaves in the trees silent, the streets empty.

Boyfriend. To be attached to him, an Alpha, even if only by a simple if not a childish term. But at the same time it made his heart beat faster and Gavin tried to find a reason to refuse. But outside of telling him what he was, which he was still avoiding like the coward he was, there was none. Because a big part of him wanted this.

"Do you really mean it? Me being... your boyfriend. And you being mine. I mean, I won't just tolerate you staring at someone else or flirting, Alpha or not."

"Never. Ever since we met you are the only one I want to watch and the only one I flirt with. Though it took me a while..." He would admit that much. "So..."

"Yes. I mean, why not try if this would work, right? We've already been acting like we're together so making it official is kinda... a formality?" Not looking at Nines because he knew his cheeks were red, Gavin took out his phone to check the time.

"I thought the same." And with that he pulled Gavin onto his lap and kissed him, as if to seal this moment. "My sweet boyfriend." Whispering he smiled.

"Hey, there's nothing sweet about me!" Gavin argued, but then Nines took his phone and snapped a few photos of them before handing it back.

"Au contraire, my dear, you are almost too sweet and downright irresistible. If I could, I would devour you right here and now. But we are in public so I will, unfortunately, have to refrain." Kissing him again he let his fingers slowly slide underneath the black top, touching heated skin.

"Then maybe... we should go back to my place..." Gavin breathed, his cheeks flushed. and that dangling earring made Nines groaned. Leaning in he nipped at his earlobe, the tip of his tongue sliding over his neck.

"We definitely should." Their night was far from over.

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The ride back from the club was a mostly silent one. They spoke only a few words between them and then just held hands as the cab took them to Nines's place. And Gavin didn't mind at all, feeling a strange mix of being excited and nervous at the same time. Nothing has been planned for after the main part of the date, but they both wanted more. It went without word that they've been holding back since that night.

Maybe they should actually talk, but neither wanted to start the conversation and besides, the rules were set long ago. No biting was the top rule, of course. At least not in the way that would render Gavin basically bound to Nines for life. His life, not the Alpha's. Keeping their liaison a secret was also up there. Not interfering with the other's business, handling their own families, the normal things.

So when the door closed and Nines pulled him close, Gavin didn't even have the time to say his name before his lips were claimed and all words silenced. Stumbling through the hallway and into the living room, there were only soft sounds and more kissing as eager hands began to wander. The couch was right there after all, but something about it made the Alpha stop.

Considering things, the man smirked and scooped his partner into his arms, ignoring the loud protests as he carried him upstairs and straight to the master bedroom.

No couch in the world was good enough right now, but his bed might do the trick.

Kicking the door shut he carried Gavin to the bed and laid him onto it, only to crawl over the man and one again attack his lips with his own, now busy trying to remove the man's clothes. And it wasn't like Gavin was holding back either. His hands seemed to be all over his body, the jacket sliding off his shoulders so he shrugged it off and let it drop beside the bed. But before Nines could do the same, Gavin was already sliding one hand underneath the white shirt, over his abs and towards his chest.

"Not... fair..." Moaned the taller man, completely under Gavin's spell.

"Hm, too bad. I don't play fair..." Chuckling he let the shirt drag up, then grabbed the hem and tugged it over the man's head, dropping it aside.

And just like that the man slid his hands eagerly over the man's exposed chest, letting his fingers do the admiring as they slid over each pec, every groove, down to his abs, the delectable V leading down into the ass-hugging jeans.

"Seems like you can't keep your hands off of me... not that I'm complaining." Nines leaned in to nuzzle the side of his neck, inhaling deeply before attaching his mouth to the skin and nipping at it. He didn't bite, no, but he sucked on the spot long enough to leave a dark mark.

"Can you blame me? If your partner was as hot you wouldn't be able to stop, either."

"But he is. In fact, I've never seen anyone as hot as my partner is. I hate when others look at him for too long, stare at him too much... talk to him and try to flirt..." Nines pressed kisses to Gavin's skin until he reached his lips. "But I can endure it, because I am the only one who can touch him like this."

And with that he slid off that offensive jacket and let it join his new one on the floor, then made quick work of the t-shirt he had on to expose more of the man. Finally they were equal in terms of undress and he smirked. His hands slid over his frame, touching every inch he could reach, lingering on his heart.

"Your heartbeat is so strong... so powerful. I could listen to it all day..." Nines moved down a little, pressing his hear to Gavin's chest. The man's heartbeat pounded in his ear and resonated with his own. The beat was perfectly in sync and for a brief moment they thought that they were destined to be together. But a moment later he realized that was impossible.

"You can listen to it another time. Right now, you should want to listen to me moan your name instead." That was enough to make Nines sit up again and stare at the man.

Gavin looked ravishable. His hair was a mess, or more messy than usual, his cheeks slightly tinted pink. The jeans were riding a bit lower now and Nines reached out to undo them, tugging them down and off the man's legs. And soon after, all that was left to remove was the lacey garment from his own collection.

"Like what you see?" Gavin teased him, spreading his legs a little but more just to tease him and judging by the reaction he got, it worked.

"No... I love it. Every fucking thing about you is endearing to me in ways I cannot explain..." Nines unzipped his jeans, unable to handle the tightness any longer, and quickly got rid of them. "Your scent alone is enough to drive me wild, but you like this... I can barely stay in control. But I will. Because you mean more to me than my primal drive ever could."

And Gavin knew exactly what he meant by that. Pulling the man down into a kiss he slid his arms around his shoulders, over his broad back, pulling him even closer. Even though he was practically naked, his body felt too damn hot and there was only one remedy.

Nines.

He knew what they both craved and he was not that worried, but there should still be protection involved. And he really hoped Nines had some nearby. But right now he was too busy kissing the man and trying to be as close as he could, aware of the fingers slipping over the lace on his hips. And then it being slid down and off his legs, exposing him completely, his body an arousal on full display.

"You are... magnificent..." Nines leaned back to appreciate the view and just stared at the man. he had never been with anyone like Gavin before, but ever since they met his fantasies and dreams were full of the cocky asshole. But reality felt so much better. And tasted delicious.

"Mine." Whispering he leaned down, kissing him again as his hands shamelessly slid down to the man's ass, fondling and squeezing, teasing even.

"Y-you're still... overdressed..." Gavin tugged on Nines's underwear, wanting it off.

And the Alpha obliged, kneeling in front of the designer fully nude and aroused.

And if Gavin had his phone anywhere near, he would have taken a picture.

But instead he pulled him into another kiss, pressing up against him, fingers sliding into Nines's hair, fingertips pressing into his scalp. Their bodies were left without a barrier between them and they both savoured the feeling, unable to stop touching until Nines's hands squeezed his ass.

"I want you... all of you." Whispering, the Alpha nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He was so aroused it hurt, but at the same time he was ready to respect what Gavin would say.

"S-same... here. I want you." Gavin had trouble focusing, his mind foggy. When it came to Nines he always had trouble holding back, his big secret always in the back of his mind. But at the same time, Nines never asked directly and simply assumed, so this worked out. They worked well together and never mind the fact that when it came to intimacy, things were simply perfect so far.

"Fuck... Gavin..." Something primal awakened within him and Nines gripped his hips harder, his lips back on the man's neck, sucking and nipping, doing his best to resist the temptation to bite the man. Of course, a mark like that would mean nothing.

That was why he agreed to the condition of never marking him, biting the nape of his neck to claim him. Nines would respect that.

As hard as it was.

He wanted to place his lips all over Gavin's body all at once, but that was impossible, so he settled for the next best thing. Trying to kiss every inch of his body and leave as many love-marks as he could in his wake, going as far as to leave them on his hips and thighs. He wanted to mark him all over so anyone who would dare to look at him too closely would see that he was taken. Gavin was his!

"Nines... h-have you got..."

"I do." Reaching out, the man pulled open the drawer on his night-stand and reached in, only to pull out a nearly full bottle of lube and condoms.

"Been putting it to a good use?" Teasing him, Gavin pressing his body against his partner's.

"Only while thinking of you. In fact, I bought all that because of you." Whispering, Nines moved back up to the man's lips and kissed him. "Gavin... I want you... I need you... let me make you mine." He felt the other tense. "Within our limits, babe." But that deep desire to claim this man so no one else could ever have him was growing ever-stronger.

"It's... been a while..." Gavin whispered softly. The last time he had sex was over two years ago and it wasn't exactly great. Just...basic. Boring. Merely something to sate the urge his own hand could not provide.

"Has it now..." Nines tossed the bottle of lube on the bed. "Good to know." He would know better than to rush things, to simply give into his need to just claim the man. No, he would go slow instead, make sure Gavin was ready for him. Hopefully the condoms would be enough. "It's honestly been a while for me as well."

For one, he had no interest in anyone other than Gavin since the designer showed up in his office that day. And second, he rarely felt any attraction to anyone in the first place, so his hand would have to do.

But not right now.

Once more his lips were on Gavin's, hands roaming over his sides, his hips, down to his behind. And without hesitation he squeezed, drawing a moan from him. The sounds Gavin would make when they were intimate only fuelled the desire he felt. And it never seemed to stop growing. Soon his mouth was working on another mark on his chest, sucking and nibbling the skin as he gently teased Gavin with the tip of a finger.

A perked nipple was entirely too inviting and he eagerly accepted, flicking his tongue over it and receiving an even louder moan in return. No music sounded as sweet as this. His free hand moved to the other nipple while his hand slid from teasing his entrance to slowly teasing his length, stroking him, taking his sweet time. As much as a part of him wanted to rush this, he craved making this last as long as possible. It was as if he was under a spell.

"N-Nines, stop teasing me so much!" But Gavin was not pulling away, only squirming and tried to move his hips up and into the hand as the man chuckled.

"But I cannot help it. The more I tease you, the more sounds you make." And that was always a win to the man.

"Then how about you try to find out what new noises I can make by doing new stuff?" Indirectly saying it, Gavin felt the hand teasing him stop. Nines gave him a fiery look, as if something new ignited deep within the man and a moment later he reached for the lubricant.

Squirting a generous amount of the goo onto his fingers he rubbed them together, trying to hide how excited he was about this. Once more his fingers slid between the man's cheek, but as he teased his entrance he noticed that Gavin seemed to be rather slick already. Odd, but he wasn't in the right mindset to give a damn.

Instead, Nines focused on making sure that he was all nice and slick before sliding a finger inside him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the man, though even he knew there might be some discomfort. But his fingers worked on easing that, working him open as his mouth resumed its task of leaving as many marks as was possible on the fair skin.

"Ugh... fuck!" Gavin gripped the sheets and the pillows, trying to refrain from showing how aroused he was, but those finger were working him open and making him crave so much more.

The delectable noises Gavin made were fuelling him more than anything ever could. Only the last rational part of his mind remained to ensure he would work him properly, thrusting his fingers inside the man as he nipped at his side, sucking on the skin to leave another mark in his wake.

"E-Enough! Nines... I can't take any more of this... this teasing!" Vocalizing his need, Gavin was aware of the heat in his cheeks and didn't care. For the first time in his life he felt actual desire, an actual need to be with someone. A carnal desire he never knew could manifest was awakening within him.

"Babe... are you sure? You're still so tight..." To prove his point he thrust his fingers back inside the man, feeling the walls squeeze around them and Gavin moaned.

"Y-yes!" Although his mind felt foggy, Gavin knew what he wanted. Or more like whom he wanted.

Nines

Everything he was currently experiencing was because of that man and it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. So when the fingers withdrew from his body he whined, staring at him.

And the moment Nines opened the condom with his teeth was enough to fuel his fantasies for a while.

He could hear the soft, wet noise as he slid it on and a small part of him hated it already, but he ignored that. Instead he spread his legs wider, his heart racing like never before. This was it!

"Gavin..." With a whisper, Nines leaned in and kissed his lips. And for a moment it was as if the man was telling him what to do in case he changed his mind. The blue eyes were so sincere and soft, the blue almost warm.

"Nines." Caressing his cheek, Gavin smiled and kissed him. "Don't make me beg any more... please..."

And Nines didn't.

Slowly, the Alpha inched his way inside his smaller partner, watching for his reaction even though the tightness was incredibly distracting. Squeezing him all around, sucking him in, hot and intense, Nines was lost to the feeling.

"G-Gavin..." Breathing hard, the man stopped once he was buried to the hilt, not daring to move. He could feel Gavin shaking beneath him, strong hands gripping his arms. And he would not move until told to.

"F-Fuck... I knew you were big, but... ah, Nines, I can feel all of you." Just when he thought Gavin could not possibly be any more erotic he just went and said that, making the Alpha groan, the urge to move, to claim him, growing ever stronger.
"Nines...j-just... don't go all out..."

And with the permission given, the began to move.

Nines rocked his hips forward, grabbing one of the pillows to slide it underneath the man's hips and give him an even deeper angle. He wasn't prepared for Gavin to be this tight around him. It was almost impossible to move, but at the same time so slick it soon drove him to start thrusting.

And the soft cry from Gavin's lips was everything.

Leaning down he kissed him hard, no longer holding back his affection as their lips clashed, and felt the man's arms slide around him, nails digging into his shoulders. Soon enough he was not just languidly moving, he was thrusting, drawing the most delectable sounds from the man underneath him.

His heart was racing like never before. No one ever made him feel the way Gavin Reed did with just a kiss. His entire being was being consumed as he moved, nails digging into his shoulders, sliding down his back and leaving red marks. And he craved more of those as well.

More and more they moved together, Nines giving in to the need to thrust faster, to make Gavin moan for him. And even though their bodies were pressed as tightly together as they could be, it still wasn't enough. There was still one annoying barrier between them.

But no matter, Nines thrust inside the man over and over again, listening to those sweet sounds Gavin made as his lips left yet another mark on his neck, another on his shoulder, unable to help himself. He could not claim the man, but he could dan sure mark him.

"N-Nines! Voice so needy, it was like a whispered gasp. And Nines knew exactly what it meant. Gripping his hips even more, Nines began to move without holding back, filling him over and over again as the nails dragged over his skin. It burned in the best of ways.

"Be mine..." He whispered without thinking and a moment later Gavin tensed up, his nails digging into the Alpha's back, hos body squeezing around him. That alone was enough to push Nines over the edge as well.

The wet heat between them was evidence enough, but it was the man shaking in his arms like a leaf that solidified what happened. Nines didn't move just yet, face buried in Gavin's neck, breathing in that tantalizing scent.

It was never a cologne or a fragrance one could replicate. That delectable scent was all Gavin. And it surrounded him like the sweetest cloud, drawing him ever closer now.

"Gavin..." He was the first to speak up, slowly pulling away to look at him and his heart skipped a beat. Gavin looked fucked in the best of ways. his lips were glossy and cheeks pink, his skin glowing. Hair an utter mess, the man never looked more delicious.

"More..." The whisper came after a moment. "I want more of you... again...." Gavin opened his eyes and instead of grey, they were pure, glowing silver. "Nines... I want you." And that didn't sound like a request.

Slowly pulling out he tied up the condom and opened another one.

"Your wish is my command."

---

Deep into the night, Nines watched him sleep, counting the marks he left on Gavin's body. But it seemed that there were too many. Hugging him close he tugged the covers over an exposed shoulder to keep him warm and smiled.

At one point they ran out of condoms, which he regretted even now. But he had no idea that anyone could keep up with an Alpha. Gavin really was something else.

Brushing his hair out of his face he watched as it fell back onto his forehead and smiled. "How are you so cute?" If Gavin were awake, he would no doubt try to smack him for saying something like that.

"Who are you really... I never felt this way about anyone. Yet you just waltz in and turn my world upside down and make me love it... I wonder..." Is there more I love?

With a sigh, Nines hugged the sleeping man close to his chest, feeling more at ease than he had in years. As if this was meant to be.

"I want to make you mine... and only mine..." But Gavin would hate that. Closing his eyes, the Alpha sighed, trying to think of a way out of this dilemma.

---

The buzzing of his phone was not easily ignored, even though he tried to. With a groan, Nines reached for the night-stand, only to come up empty. With an even more annoyed sound he sat up and grabbed the jacket from the floor, located his phone, and answered without looking.

"What?"

"Nines, I've been ringing your door for the last five minutes!" Connor's voice had a lovely side-effect of waking him up in a most unpleasant way.

"That's your problem. I'm sleeping in, go away."

"Sleeping in when it's almost noon? What the fuck, Richard? I'm coming in!" The call ended abruptly and Nines stared at the screen of his phone, his mind needing a moment to process.

"Shit!" Looking around he grabbed a pair of sweats and tugged them on, then pulled the covers up over Gavin's shoulders. "Of all the times... just rest, babe."

There way no way he would let Gavin into his bedroom. Exiting the room he frowned and made his way downstairs, only to find Connor standing there with a paper bag. For once he was dressed almost normal, slacks and a long-sleeved shirt, but it still looked odd.

"What do you want?" Nines crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm just checking in on you. Isn't that what older brothers do?" Connor was almost defensive as he set the paper bag on the kitchen counter.

"Not at our age, Connor." Not giving a fuck about the bag, Nines turned around to start some coffee.

"The fuck-Nines!" In a few strides, Connor was right behind him, touching his back. "Who did this to you? Did you get into a fight?"

Shit!

Whipping around, Nines pushed him away and glared. "No one attacked me and everything is fine. More than fine."

"Then what... no, don't tell me..."

"Then I won't. And you need to leave."

"Nines! What the fuck! You can't just go around fucking some rando!"

"And I didn't and fuck you, Connor, for thinking that I would! I have standards!" Hissing he glared at his brother. "You need to leave."

"... is he upstairs?"

"Connor, you need to fucking leave or I will remove you myself." Nines was seething by then, not even bothering to hide it. Sure, Connor might be older, but he was stronger and faster.

"So he is. Who is it? Someone you met at a bar? Some random guy off the street? Nines, you need to think about-"

"Enough!" Nines grabbed the front of his shirt. "Not one more word. Whom I fuck is none of your damn business. And in spite of your delusions, he falls in none of those. In fact, he as more going for him then both of us combined, so fuck off, Connor." A hand gripped his wrist.

"You know you can't just-"

"I didn't! And I won't unless he wants me to. And then it won't matter what anyone says, including you or father. Connor, leave. I am giving you the chance to do that willingly right now."

His brother stared at him, as if trying to guess who it was that Nines slept with, but in the end he just huffed and turned on his heel, slamming the door on his way out.

"No wonder he can't stand you..." Muttering, Nines started the coffee pot and made his way back upstairs.

He really thought that Gain would sleep through that, but instead he found the man awake and sitting up. "Nice wake-up call."

"Sorry. He's just a busybody with no life..." Nines sighed and walked over to Gavin. "How are you feeling?"

"...sore. In the best of ways. And also in a dire need of a shower after last night." Rubbing his sore shoulder he was not even aware of the bite-mark left on him. Or any of the others.

"How about we take a shower together then?" Nines proposed most eagerly. If the man had a tail, it would be wagging with eagerness.

"Hm, do you promise to behave?" Gavin smiled at him.

"I promise to try." That was the best he could do. Try to hold back and resist as much as he could, but to him Gavin was a walking temptation.

"Good enough." And with that Gavin stood up, only to way and lose balance a moment later. Nines was there to catch him and hold him close, worried for a moment.

"Are you okay??"

"What? Y-yea, I am... Just a bit wobbly after... you know." And Nines knew. Smiling he hugged him close, kissing his cheek. "How about we shower together?" Would that be too much?

"I guess as long as you promise to behave I can handle that." Gavin looked up at him and smiled. A second later Nines leaned down to kiss him.

"I'll do my best." And it seemed to be good enough as Gavin too his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

For a brief moment he considered the large tub, but instead he was lead to the opulent shower. The water was instantly warm, washing over them as Gavin tugged him close, and Nines barely closed the door. Behaving might not be so easy.

"So, what got you all tense this early?" Gavin was smiling as he pulled the man underneath the warm spray of water. "Oh, no, wait, lemme guess... not work... and not some marketing thing. No, you get this annoyed when family is involved. And it's not Hank... so that leaves Connor."

"How... did you figure that out? Have you been watching me that closely?" Slicking his hair back he smirked.

"And if I have?" Gavin grinned like back, sliding his arms around the man's neck. "Don't let that ass get to you. Brother or not, they can be annoying. I would know."

"Hm, I do believe you are right..." And with that he leaned in to kiss him, arms firmly wrapped around Gavin. He didn't know why the man could read him so easily, but he also didn't care. If anything, it made him think that this was, after all, meant to be.

But as the kiss grew in intensity, so did another familiar desire.

Their bodies close, it was only a matter of seconds before Gavin felt it growing against his hip. and his own was not far behind. Nines somehow made him feel want and desire, things he was entirely new to. But with Nines it just felt right.

Wandering hands were now squeezing and stroking, touching all over as the desire between them kept increasing. What was meant to be a normal shower became something far more steamy as Nines slid his knee between Gavin's legs, rubbing against him, teasing him more and more.

"Nines... fuck..." This wasn't good. He was already hard and the were in the shower, which made things worse. And while there were ways, his body was craving something far more intimate than a mere hand could give.

"I don't have any condoms here..." And that box in the bedroom was the last of what he had anyway. But the more he touched the man the more he wanted him, his wandering hand already sliding over his ass, teasing his entrance. He seemed to still be slick from last night, too...
"Gavin..."

"Don't care any longer. Just... ah!" The tip of a finger slid inside him. "I want to feel you, Nines, all of you." No more of that latex shit between them.

Silver eyes met his and the look he was given took Nines's breath away. Gavin's eyes were downright sparkling silver in the light and with the water falling over them, his cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly swollen because of their kiss.

And the last of his restraint went down the drain, just like that.

He was willing to do anything this man would ask of him. Gently sliding the finger in and out of his body he was surprised at just how slick he was, as if ready for this. But he didn't think about it too long. It was not long before another finger joined the first and he had Gavin moaning his name, pressing back against his hand. The alluring scent was ever-stronger and confirmed his suspicion that it was no cologne. It was purely Gavin.

"Fuck me, Nines." Demanded the shorter man between moans.

"Gavin, you're still not-"

"I'm fine. I don't want to wait any longer." How would they even do this in the shower? There was one position, but it would also expose his neck... no, he trusted Nines.

"As you wish." One last kiss and Nines removed his fingers, moving to stand behind Gavin and guided the man to lean against the tiled wall with his hands. "I won't let you fall." And while he really wanted to see his face, there was always another time.

Gavin bent over without hesitation, almost too willingly it seemed, and Nines longed to be able to take his time and admire the view, take it all in and drink in the sight, but there was something far more urgent that needed to be taken care of. And when Gavin reached back and exposed himself a bit more he nearly lost it.

"Why do you have to be so erotic?" Muttering to himself, Nines let his hands slowly move over his sides and to his hips, then guided himself inside his lover, slowly though. The tight heat was slick and wet and felt better than anything they did until now.

The world around them faded and nothing else mattered. Taking a moment to adjust, Nines leaned down to kiss his shoulder. And for a brief moment his eyes glanced to the spot at the nape of his neck where he knew a mark was given.

"You feel amazing." Whispering to the man, Nines smiled and proceeded to gently rock his hips forward, drawing the most lovely moan from his lover. He would be dreaming of those sounds on nights when they weren't together.

And the more he moved, the more sounds Gavin made, the shower walls making them echo even through the sound of water. Their bodies fit together so well, as if they were made for each other in the first place and the brief thought of that clouded his mind for a moment. He wanted Gavin, wanted to make him his one and only. Nines wanted to claim him. For the first time in his life, Nines felt as if he could be with someone forever

But he knew better than to act on that primal urge.

Ignoring the temporary madness he focused on bringing him pleasure instead, kissing his shoulder, thrusting inside over and over again, his fingers leaving more marks on his hips. And even the smallest sound Gavin made, the faintest moan, made his desire rise.

So it was not long before the familiar heat began to rise once more and he groaned, burying his face in the man's shoulder. The urge was there again, stronger as Gavin's scent surrounded him. "Gavin..." Groaning out his name he thrust harder, unable to help himself. He thought it would help with the urge, but no, it only seemed to grow stronger.

And for a moment he thought that Gavin moved his head in such as a way as to allow him to do it. To claim him once and for all. Nines wrapped his hand around Gavin's member and began to stroke him, causing him to throw back his head and cry out. A moment later Gavin tightened around him as he stroked him to completion.

In that moment Nines sank his teeth into his shoulder, definitely leaving a bite-mark but at least he didn't do something unforgivable. Something that would never go away, no matter how much time would pass. He heard Gavin gasp and tense for a second as Nines released inside him at the same time, unable to even pull out in time.

For the longest seconds, there were no words spoken, only the sound of water and their laboured breathing filling the air.

Nines pulled away, his lips red with blood and his gaze fell on the bite-mark he left on Gavin's shoulder. And in that moment he felt panic well up inside him. He nearly... how could he lose control like that!?

"Fuck, Gavin, I-"

"Nines." The man's voice was calm, almost amused. "It's fine. You didn't mark me. And even if it kinda stings, it was also hot." How was he so calm?

Heart racing he swallowed, staring at the red being washed away, then leaned in and kissed it. "I'm sorry." And he truly was. Gently pulling out he began to sober up when he saw the other marks he left on Gavin. His hips definitely had finger-shaped bruises on them, love-bites all over his body. And it looked so fucking hot.

"Admiring your work?" Gavin turned around, revealing even more marks on his chest.

"... yes." There was no way he could or would deny that. Gently pulling Gavin close he kissed the top of his head. "Again, sorry. I have no idea what came over me."

"I forgive you." Figuring that Nines needed to hear those words he felt the throbbing ache in his shoulder, but it was better than the alternative of what may have happened.

"Thank you." Smiling he reached for the shower oil he enjoyed using and began to gently wash his lover's body, taking extra care to make sure he was properly clean. Gavin leaned into him during that moment and that made him smile even more. It felt as if the man trusted him and that meant a lot. Everything about him was endearing and sweet, even the things Nines considered frustrating before were now presenting as quirky and even cute.

That settled it.

"How about some breakfast after this?" He really wanted Gavin to spend the whole day with him and it was the weekend after all. No work, no rush. Nothing to take care of aside from their own wants.

"Hm, sounds good. Will you make me that coffee you did last time?"

"Anything for you." The words slipped out before he could consider them, but it wasn't like he was lying.

"Ooh, careful, or I might start making demands." Teasing him, Gavin smirked.

"More than you have so far? I won't mind." Once all clean, Nines turned the water off and reached for a towel, wrapping it around the other. "I'll find you something to wear, too. There's got to be something in my closet that fits you."

"And here I thought you would want me to walk around naked." Gavin laughed and used the towel to dry his hair as much as he could, not giving a damn that it stood at all angles afterward. He felt sore in the best of ways and instead of tired, energized.

"... now that you mention it..." A towel was thrown at him and Nines caught it. "I'm joking. But it was a tempting idea."

"Maybe another time."

---

Lifewear - Monday afternoon.

Gavin would not stop smiling all morning. A weekend with Nines and they decided to go on another date soon. It was impossible not to think of it as such by now.

Nines met his parents and they adored him. Or at least his other did, but his dad was not hostile towards the man and that spoke volumes. And Elijah was also not mad about him and Chloe was the best judge of character he knew. So when Nines asked him on Saturday evening to go on another date, he said yes.

This time the Alpha would plan everything apparently, and he seemed oddly excited, almost as if he had something in mind.

And then, on Sunday morning during breakfast, Nines asked him if he would consider them being officially together. In a way. They would still hide the relationship for both personal and professional reasons, but there would be no one else. Not that Gavin had anyone else in mind, but to him it was a big thing coming from someone like Nines.

So this morning he walked into work just as his boyfriend was walking to the elevator. Nines held it, of course, and made sure no one else got in. That stolen moment was exciting.

"Boss! Gavin!" Josh's voice cut through his thoughts and he looked up.

"Huh?"

"I've been trying to get your attention for the last minute. Are you okay? You're not sick, are you?" Worried, the man walked over to his desk.

"Shit, sorry. Just... thinking about stuff. I'm fine." He saw the sceptical look on the other's face and sighed. "I promise I'm not sick, just thinking about stuff and all that."

"Something good? You've been smiling all morning. Everyone noticed." Josh studied his face for a moment. "Could it be... no, there's no way. Who is it?"

"What? No one! I don't know what you're talking about!" Gavin quickly stood up.

"You suck at lying, you know. But whatever, keep your secrets. But just know that I can always tell. So you don't have to hide being happy because the great Gavin Reed found someone who can handle him. I'm happy for you. Truly."

Groaning he ran his fingers through his hair. Was he being that obvious? Better tone down thinking about Nines from now on, at least at work. Even though he really liked thinking about him, especially since he kept getting messages about the most random things.

Like a picture of a document with a coffee ring on it. Or the random crochet frog he had on his desk, which he was gifted by the secretary's daughter.

Nines was fucking adorable.

"You're smiling again." Josh teased him and Gavin rolled his eyes.

"I'm not. Anyway, was there anything you needed?" Why did Josh come into his office anyway? Usually he would just send a message about things and leave the designer to do his thing.

"Your two o'clock is on his way. A private appointment for a custom-made suit." Frowning, Gavin reached for his tablet. And indeed, it was right there. But it wasn't there on Friday. "He called in early today, but it's not like I could say no. Besides, there was time in your schedule."

"Some kind of VIP or whatever?" Stepping out of the office, Gavin looked around, but there was no one there.

"The most VIP of all. Just remember, this is, to him, and outside of work appointment and not a work one. At least that's what he told me to say to you."

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Now he was even more confused.

But then the door opened and a tall man in a deep navy suit walked in, grey hair neatly styled, his beard trimmed.

Of all the people that could have walked in, he didn't have Hank Anderson on the list.

Fuck.

Chapter Text

"I apologize for calling to set up an appointment so late, but this morning I realized that my closet is desperately lacking a Greed original." Hank chuckled as he walked onto the design floor, looking around.

For a brief moment everyone stopped what the were doing, just stared at the boss of the entire fucking company as if he were a spectre, but then seemed to shrug the shock off and resumed work. Thank fuck, because Gavin was not sure how to break them out of it.

"Sir! Good afternoon! Would you care for some coffee?" Josh was right on it, stepping forward with a professional smile.

"Ah, sure, why not." Hank looked around, then his gaze settled on Gavin. "Don't worry, I am here for a private appointment as a client, not as the CEO."

"Right..." It certainly didn't feel like it. He barely spoke to Hank at the welcome party back then, and ever since only at events or at meetings he had to attend, but that was it. Meanwhile he hung out with Nines almost every day since the first time the man spent the night. Shit! He couldn't have Hank find out about them!

"Let's get to work then." He would just Hank as any other customer who wanted a custom suit, no special treatment. And in a way he felt flattered that the man whose closet was filled with all sorts of designer clothes came to him for a bespoke suit.
"Remove your jacket and step onto the podium."

And Hank did so without questions, setting his jacket aside and watched the designer as Gavin grabbed his tablet. Tapping through a few things he created a new profile for Hank Anderson, the database putting him right above Nines.

"I see my son also had something made. Can't believe he beat me to it."

"Yea, I made a jacket." Gavin recalled that day so vividly still. Nines leaning in too close before they both fell. And later that day... "Anyway, your measurements will be different, so hold still if you would."

And with that he slipped into the zone, noting down every little detail. The coffee Josh made was steaming away nearby, but he didn't allow Hank to move just yet. And though it was odd that the man remained silent, Gavin appreciated it.

It took a while, but he had everything noted down when it came to measurements, but then it was time for the more difficult part. Grabbing his colour chart he motioned for him to step down. "If you could actually sit over there, this will be easier. Matching the eyes is not exactly pleasant."

"Matching... the eyes?" But Hank sat down in a chair, curious. "Why would you need to do that?"

"Because an eye colour changes depending on the light and colour, of course." He started with the cool white light first, browsing through the selection of blues. "And yours are different than Nines's." Both were blue, but also not. "Hm, this one is perfect. Now another one." He repeated the process until he had all the matches he needed. But at least the skintone was easy to match.

"You had blond hair before." Gavin commented, able to see sparks of gold in the grey. But both Nines and Connor had brown hair...

"My ex-wife had brown hair. Just like her personality, it was more dominant. Connor even has her eyes. There's little of me in the boys." He sounded amused, but there was something odd about the way he said that.

"I wouldn't be so sure. Nines certainly has your confidence. Plus, the nose shape, the earlobes, the chin." Tapping away on his tablet, unaware of being stared at, Gavin just focused on his work, soon going to the shelf to grab two large folders.

"I see. You spend a lot of time with him to notice that much?" Sipping the coffee Hank never looked away from the designer.

"I guess. We get along and he's not bad company." Flipping through the pages he soon located the deep emeralds.

"Good to know." Hank was smiling now, but no one noticed. "He's been rather down and even apathetic before your arrival. But lately he's been doing much better. I think he needed someone like you. Or maybe he needed you."

"Mm-hm." Not even paying attention now, Gavin selected a few colours and walked back to Hank, holding them up to his face near his eyes, then by his collar. "He's fun to mess with."
Back and forth he kept comparing various colours until he found the one he considered perfect, but it was far from over. With that one set aside he went through the other folder. "Now the lining... yes, definitely this pattern... hm or maybe this one..."

He took his work really seriously and this was no different. Hank might be the CEO, but right now he was a client and Gavin would treat him as such. And that would take a while. He made notes on the outer material and inner lining, meticulously noting down the patterns and options, then the tie he would match with it along with a pocket square.

"I think we are done there I will start work on it soon, but might need to call you down for a fitting or two."

"No problem. I look forward to it." Hank set the empty cup down and grabbed his jacket. "Oh, by the way, I noticed a strange mark on your neck. Were you injured?" Instantly, Gavin's hand flew up to cover it.

"That's just... a mosquito bite. I just kept scratching it earlier." He never even paid attention to it once he used some concealer to hide it, but that probably came off by now.

"I see. Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Reed."

"Just call me Gavin. Mr. Reed is my dad. Actually no, that's Captain Reed now." He was so proud of his old man. Too bad he himself was too stubborn for police academy.

"Then I extend you the same courtesy, Gavin, to call me by my name. Let me know if you need anything. Though I like what you did with the design floor. Anyway, I must take my leave."

And with that the man said goodbye to the staff and left, leaving Gavin standing there, rubbing at his neck.

---

"A mosquito this late into the year..." Hank chuckled to himself as he headed to the elevator. "But I did put him on the spot I guess." Pushing the button for the top floor he hummed a little tune.

"I guess he is good at hiding it. Almost as good as Nines." Entering his office he walked straight to the bar and poured himself a drink, then walked to the tall windows to stare out at the darkening sky.

"Who would have thought that it was him. Fate does play dirty." Sipping the drink he was still smiling. It's been a while, so maybe it was time to catch up.

Taking out his phone he scrolled down to find the right person and dialled. Even now it felt a bit strange, a sense of loss, but there was also happiness.

"Hank, it's been a while. How have you been?" Cheerful as always, some things didn't change even with time.

"Hello, Janet. And same as always, but things have been looking up lately. How about yourself?" Sitting down in his chair he set the glass down. "How's Spencer doing?"

"We've been well. Though he's mad about some sports team losing. Apparently they had a betting pool at work." She laughed. "How are the boys?"

"Connor is keeping busy, as usual. Sometimes I feel as if I straddled him with too much work. As for Richard... Nines, he's been better than ever." Looking at the photo of himself with the teenage boys he smiled. "And it has everything to do with Gavin."

"So it's true after all? I knew it the moment I saw them together. Can't believe it was Elijah who figured it out though. I mean he is a tech genius, but he was never that good when it came to relationships. Chloe is a miracle."

"They are both oblivious to it, at least for now, but they are closer. Much closer." The mosquito comment came to mind. "I hope they figure it out soon, for the good of both of them."

"Gavin is too stubborn for that, Hank. You could spell it out to him and he would be still in denial. I just worry he's going to do something to push him away or gets hurt." The worry was genuine in her voice. "They... I mean they aren't..."

"No. But they are spending a lot of time together. I don't think that Nines knows about Gavin's situation though. Or what he did about it. I won't tell him, of course, but that would be the only thing I can see getting in the way. Nines always felt some way about Omegas." And maybe rightfully so, but Gavin was different.

"And Gavin definitely didn't tell him. Eli warned us not to say a word about it. We're used to that, but to see them so close whilst hiding something that big..." She sighed and he heard the sound of the fridge opening, then a glass clinking. "I wish I knew how to help."

"They're adults. All we can do is steer them in the right direction and hope they won't mess up." Sipping his drink he closed his eyes. "I just want to see my boys happy. And this is the first time in years I've seen Nines smile like that."

"Gavin's the same. He was always about work and nothing else, even after he made it big, but now he actually talks about Nines when we call. Small stuff, mostly, but it's sweet. I don't think he is even aware that he's doing it."

"Ah, so they are both doing it. Nines always has this small smile on his face when talking about anything related to Gavin. Meanwhile my eldest has been... avoidant." Hank sighed. "At first I thought he was jealous, but he seems to be giving both Nines and Gavin the same look. as if blaming them for something. And then there's this... concern. I'm actually meeting with him today to talk about it."

"They can be adults, but they are still our kids after all. I hope it's nothing. Older brothers can be hard to deal with at times. Eli has always been a pain, but he's also fiercely protective of Gavin. He still thinks I don't know that he beat up the kids bullying Gav when he was small." He could tell she was proud of him for that just by the tone of her voice.

"Connor has been the same, but lately it's as if that feeling shifted to Gavin and he feels Nines might hurt him. Which won't happen." He added quickly as to avoid worrying her.

"I know. Maybe once all this mess is finally over and the boys are happy, we can do a big dinner together."

"Sir, your four o'clock is here."

"Shit. Seems like he came earlier." Hank frowned and pushed the intercom button. "Let him in." Finishing his drink he set it aside and looked at the photo once more.
"I'll call you if anything changes, Janet. And we could go out for dinner even before the mess is sorted out. There's this nice Greek place."

"Sounds good. Take care, Hank."

"You too." The line went silent as she hung up and Hank set the phone down, looking up to see Connor almost glaring at him. Now what was his problem? Lately he really seemed to be on edge.

"Who's Janet? Is she-"

"An old friend. Would have been your mother if I hadn't been so stupid and scared, but that didn't work out. We still talk to catch up, especially now. Have a seat, Connor." Motioning with his hand he stood up and took his empty glass with him, refilling it, but also poured another.

"You're drinking at work?" Connor gave him a displeased look, ignoring the comment about this random woman.

"I'm the boss and I can do whatever I want." He set the glass in front of Connor and sat opposite his son. "What's been on your mind lately? You're acting different."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Defiant as always.

"Oh, I am sure you do know, Connor. The way you keep looking at Reed and then glaring at your own brother a moment later... are you interested in the designer?" That better not be the case. Things were messy enough as it and they didn't need to add more fuel to the fire.

"Of course not! But I know Nines is! They suck at hiding it and it's only going to get worse when Nines finds out that-..." Connor bit his lip and ended up picking up the glass.

"Finds out what?" Hank watched him drink nearly half of the strong amber liquid and make a face. Still a kid when it came to alcohol.

"I can't tell you." And he felt such pride to hear him say that. Of course, Hank knew what this was about, what the secret Connor was hiding pertained to. And the fact that he would not divulge it even to his own father impressed him. But at the same time it seemed to weigh him down.

"Is this about Gavin Reed being an Omega?" The only sound in the room was the ice clinking the side of the glass. "I was already aware of that when he applied. I deal with the medical records personally after all."

"Y-you knew? And you didn't tell me? What the fuck!?" Definitely angry, Connor glared at him.

"Language. And it was not my place to tell. And I am only mentioning it now because I know you found out somehow. And you worry that Nines will hurt him because of that. I take it that was why you were almost hostile towards him lately and worried about Gavin." After a moment, Connor nodded.

"I found out early. I could smell it. That made him really angry and Nines told me to stay away from him, so I did. Did you know he uses suppressants?"

"Yes, I am aware of that." So Connor smelled it from the start? And he's been keeping it a secret for this long without saying a word, worrying about them both. "Connor... they are on their way to start dating, if they aren't already doing that in secret."

"But that's-"

"Let me speak." Fixed with that blue gaze, not even Connor could go against his father. "I don't know when it began, but things are going well between them. Nines looks happy for the first time in years. And according to Janet, so does Gavin." It took a second for Connor to realize what he just said. "Gavin's secret is his to tell and nobody else's. Just consider how much he had to go through to take such drastic measures in the first place. He's been dealt a card no one truly wants."

"So she's... Gavin's mother. And you had the hots for her?" Baffled by that, Connor just stared at his father.

"She was beautiful, talented, driven, and wicked smart. There was not a guy in school who didn't have at least a small crush on Janet Kamski. A few girls, too. We were friends and I was planning to ask her out, but then Spencer Reed transferred to our school and a week later they were together. Missed my chance by a week. But later I met your mother and she gave me you and Nines."

"Kamski... as in Elijah Kamski? The tech guru?" His head was reeling and he downed the rest of the drink, this time without making a face.

"The very same. Gavin's older brother. Even when married, she was too stubborn to give up her name so they decided to give Elijah hers and Gavin got his father's. They're still together." And happy.

"Mum... divorced you." Connor still remembered crying when she left to pursue her own desires, leaving the family behind. Nines cried for days as well, but neither had ever seen Hank cry.

"She did. And I don't hold it against her. She didn't want a high-society life and at times I felt as if I forced her into the position of a CEO's wife. But I like to think she's doing well." It's been years since they had any contact and that was fine.

"This is... all so much information. Kamski and Gavin being related. The fact that you knew all along. That he's the son of the woman you liked. It's all..."

"A mess. But even a mess can become something wonderful, Connor. All I ask is that you don't say a word about Gavin's situation to anyone. I am sure he is well aware that he can't keep it from Nines forever and eventually he will have to tell him about it, but until then it's his secret to keep. Besides, Nines is really drawn to him." Hank went to refill Connor's glass.

"So you saw it too? And you're saying they're together?" As Hank nodded he sighed. "I can't believe they are dating and hiding it from everyone."

"I would say it was only a matter of time. Fate can't be avoided after all." Handing him the glass he smirked. "Maybe you'll feel better now that you know that I was aware of it and am actively keeping an eye on them both. You can relax. And... maybe believe in your brother a bit more."

"I can try to. And what did you mean by fate?" Hank tensed up for a moment. "Dad?"

"You know how they say that some people were meant to be together? Destined to be together? Being a Fated Pair?"

Connor frowned. Of course he heard about it. Everyone had. "Isn't that just some legend? A myth to tell children?"

"There's truth in every legend and every myth, Connor. And call me a fool, but I do believe those two were meant to be together." With a shrug he looked looked to the window. "It's getting dark. How about we grab dinner? It's been a while since we did that."

"What about Nines?" But he had a feeling he knew the answer to that.

Hank only smiled. "I believe he has other plans that we are not privy to."

"Right, makes sense..." Connor stared at the glass and then just set it down. "Fine, let's grab something to eat. And then I want to hear more about this whole situation. And how you're so calm about it."

"I just want my kids to be happy, Connor. That's it." Sometimes it really was that simple. But finding that happiness wasn't. "You work so hard, you deserve to be happy, so maybe focus some of that energy into finding your own happiness. Let your old man worry about those things while you enjoy life."

"Old man? You?" Connor finally laughed. "You only call yourself that when it's convenient. But you are far from being old. Come on then, dinner's on me."

---

"And that's all? He didn't ask any weird questions or anything?" Nines was lazily brushing his fingers up and down Gavin's bare back as they snuggled in bed.

"Nope. It went rather well. He saw the mark you left on me earlier, but I played it off as an insect bite." And he was damn proud of himself for that.

"An insect? Is that what I am?" With a laugh he leaned in. "I do bite you a lot I guess."

"So you did notice." Gavin propped himself up to look at him better. "I don't mind it though. Maybe I should be biting you more."

"Is that a threat?" He leaned in more.

"More of a promise." Leaning in the rest of the way, Gavin kissed him and Nines wrapped his arms firmly around the man, holding him close. They had sex only minutes ago and he still could not have his fill.

"So, this Thursday... there's this special gallery exhibition. It's an exclusive event and I really think you would like it. We'll have to take the afternoon off though. And you may need to dress up a bit." He knew how much Gavin disliked suits, but he didn't need to wear one either.

"I guess I can handle dressing up a little. What's the exhibition?" Nines grinned.

"That's a secret. You'll find out when we get there." Winking, Nines pulled him into another kiss before Gavin could protest. But he knew the man would love it. And of course, dinner at his place, since he had plans as well. He wanted to go out with him, but he really wanted to try his hand at making him dinner.

"Tying to seduce me again?" Gavin whispered against his lips, gently touching Nines's face with his fingertips. He really had the most perfect features.

"You do enjoy looking at me a lot. Am I that handsome?" Not that he was any better with all the time he kept starting at Gavin, admiring the man from afar when he could not touch him, and making up for it in private later. Like in his office earlier today and then giving the excuse of just having lunch and talking about work.

"You know you are. And I do. I like looking at you." Gavin gave him the sweetest smile and it disarmed him completely. Flipping them over he pinned him to the bed and kissed him again. Everything about this man was driving him wild now.

And Gavin just as eagerly kissed him back, not holding back either as he just let himself feel. No need to hold back, either Being honest with his feelings brought about quite a few changes inside and so far he was really enjoying them.

"Nines... again." And that was all it took.

---

He made sure to send Nines a picture of his outfit for the date. A simple pair of black jeans without any holes in them, a soft blue pullover that he made a year ago as a test, and the dark brown brocade coat he made a couple years back. Might as well wear his own things. One of the best things about being a designer was the ability to make what he wanted to wear.

The heart emoji as a reply was too cute.

"Can't wait to see what you've prepared this time." Nines said he would pick him up and Gavin checked the time again. And just then the knock came, making him almost rush to get it. Was it too soon to give him a copy of the key? Probably yes, but the thought was rather appealing.

"You look amazing." Nines barely said before Gavin pulled him into a kiss. Sure, they might have had lunch together again, but that was hours ago. "I missed you too." Whispering into the kiss, Nines smiled even more.

"Still not telling me where we're going?" He knew the answer, of course, but he had to ask anyway.

"It has to be a surprise, Gavin. Ready to head out?" Once Gavin grabbed his things he was. Maybe it would be wise to take a change of clothes with him, but that was something they should talk about first. Because he would also like for Nines to do the same. While he could borrow something from the man's closet, his clothes couldn't fit Nines.

"Yes, let's go." Locking up he walked with him to the car, excited. So far their dates were nothing short of amazing.

How did one even go about mentioning leaving clothes at the other's place? Gavin was too hesitant to bring it up just yet, but that feeling was soon replaced by calm when Nines took his hand. "This gallery hold special exhibitions a few times a year. All of those events are exclusive and tickets go fast. And sometimes they offer VIP tickets to those connected with the exhibition itself."

"And I take it you're the VIP this time?" Nines was so obvious it was cute.

"We are, Gavin. You more so than myself. No paparazzi allowed on the premises, either, which only adds to the exclusivity of the event. It's like a big secret in a way." Giving his hand a squeeze, Nines focused on the road.

"Sounds like some kind of a cult."

"It might as well be with how much some want to get in. And those who are part of the actual art are highly coveted and valuable." Now it sounded even more mysterious and Gavin was almost confused. Those? As in people? "I am really glad I managed to get those tickets for us."

"Seems to be quite a bit away." Gavin remarked after a while. "Is it far?"

"We're almost there. The even always takes place at a different building they rent out, and this time it's some kind of château. The organizers always go all out. I attended once before, a different exhibition, and it was remarkable. But back then I was alone so it wasn't as enjoyable." He gave the man's hand a squeeze. "I hope next year we can also go together."

"Yea, I would like that." He squeezed his hand back, ignoring the stupidly warm feeling in his chest. Next year... that sounded really nice.

The ride took only a few more minutes before Nines pulled up to a gate. Putting in a code he watched it swing open and drove up to the château. The place was fully lit and there were a couple people outside, but Gavin also saw a few security guards keeping an eye out. Just what was this?

Opening the door for Gavin again he just beamed and took his hand. No one looked at them twice. Handing his keys off to a valet he reached into his pocket for the tickets.
"This really is an exclusive event." Gavin watched the woman at the entrance check the tickets and mark something off on her list before the door even opened. "So much security everywhere."

"Of course. After all..." Nines walked with him inside where a silk banner was announcing the event.

Fashion Throughout History

Gavin's jaw dropped. Looking around he could not believe that this was actually happening. He heard of this event, of course. How could he not? But because no one knew the identity of the man behind Greed he never got to see it.

"Do you like it?" Actually nervous, Nines watched him, aware of the shock, but maybe it was a negative kind of shock? "Gavin?"

"You really... brought me here?" Whispering, Gavin didn't know how else to show what he was feeling in that moment and pulled him close, kissing the man. "You're incredible."

Relieved, Nines kissed him back and smiled. "I was worried for a moment."

"Worried? Nines, this is a dream come true. It's impossible to get tickets for this event because it always sells out quickly." Gavin was smiling so brightly it tugged at his heart. "I can't believe I'm really here." Did the man even realize they just kissed in front of quite a few people? Not that any of them cared, but still.

"How about we take care of our coats first? Easier to walk around like that." Gavin nodded, not really paying attention since he was so eager to explore. And Nines loved to see this side of the man. Taking his hand once the coats were taken care of he figured that going through it form the start was the best. And he didn't need any narration, either, sine Gavin was right there.

And indeed, the man knew everything, down to little details that most wouldn't be aware of. He had to guide the man to the provided snacks and champagne so he would take a break.

"I've never met anyone this passionate about anything." Nines was so proud of Gavin. The man was enjoying himself and was able to be himself without anyone being aware. The way he talked about some of the pieces on display was simply fascinating. He could listen to him talk about the way they would apply beads to the medieval dresses, or how the lacing had to change depending on the boning of a corset.

He had so much to say that Nines noticed a few people following not far behind as if to listen to the man. There were a few guides around, one in each section, answering questions when needed, but that was it. And Gavin talked about everything with such passion, rambling on about the little things and Nines realized that he wanted this. All of this. He wanted Gavin in his life, to be able to walk around with the man and show him off. Granted, that might take a while, but until then he wanted to have Gavin Reed all to himself.

"Shit, I'm talking too much. Nines, you should have said something." Finishing the champagne flute, his throat rather dry, Gavin was still smiling.

"Why should I? I enjoy listening to you normally, so when you talk about something you enjoy it's even better. Don't stop being you." Leading him away and into the next room he handed their empty glasses to one of the waiters, only to be presented with new ones a moment later. "Hm, seems like we are entering the modern era."

And if the rumours were true at all, then one of the pieces towards the end was very special.

all the objects on display were behind glass, with replicas standing around freely to be touched, and inspected closely for anyone interested. And Gavin was, studying the stitching and patterns and Nines saw the wheels in his head turning. Adorable. Too bad they had to leave their phones behind, but no one was allowed to take photos of the event and event-goers.

At least he could walk with him freely.

"The hottest gala dresses of the 21st century. What a title." Nines rarely paid attention to those types of events, since all the men ever wore were suits and he had no interest in female gowns. Only rarely would there be something exceptional for men. But Gavin was all over them, able to name which celebrity wore which, where the dress came from, even which adjustments were made to the original to fit the person.

"... I do have a jacket that I wear regularly, I just wish I thought of getting a tie. But there should be a new collection apparently." A man nearby chuckled.

"...I'm telling you, it's so comfortable and my wife thinks it's hot. Give it a try." Another man spoke up.

"... and then she realized it was an original! We really thought it was fake, but apparently he does these like donations or something, but prohibits the store from upping the prices. Must be a sweet man to do that. My friend's daughter was so happy and she still has the gown." An older woman laughed.

"Oh, that's so lucky. I never find anything good in thrift stores. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and ask for a custom-made dress. Though I'm more into pant suits. Do you think Greed will ever make women's? I know Lifewear is more men-oriented and he signed with them." Her friend crossed her arms over her chest. "Wish I knew how to contact him. That's basically all we know, anyway."

"I know exactly how you feel. I wonder what it's like to be famous and at the same time anonymous. Hey, do you think he might be here?" They looked around, but neither even glanced at Gavin.
"Probably not. I wonder what he looks like."

"Probably really hot. You gotta be to make things like this." They stepped away from the display and Nines guided his lover over to it.

Brocade and silk, a devilish combination of blacks and red, lacing and lace. The skirt flared out, shorter in the front, a panel made to look like a cage exposing more. The corset had that impeccable touch when it came to stitching and the beadwork was perfect, glimmering red beads precisely placed and moving up the corset as if to simulate flames. Nines recalled seeing it on TV and some fashion magazines.

"W-why is this here?" Gavin stared at the dress and recalled how long it took to sew those beads on.

"Well, it is a fashion exhibition." Nines chuckled and squeezed his hand. "Makes sense they would showcase modern art as well, right? After all, you are creating works of art. Sooner or later one would be here."

"But I gave it to her... just asked that she donates the money she would have paid to a charity instead. Honestly, I was just honoured that I was asked to make it..." How was it here? "How can it be here?"

"All our items are borrowed from their current owners and museums around the world, sir. This piece will go back to its owner after the exhibition is over." A guide spoke up. "It's a Greed original, one of a kind. Unfortunately we were not able to borrow more for the show, but we have high hopes for next year."

"Right... next year." Swallowing he was doing his best not to cry. His dress was right there, protected by glass, admired by people around them. And he was right in the middle of it. He had the strangest feeling in his chest.

"Shall we get some air?" Nines guided him towards the balcony, worried that maybe he did something wrong, had someone messed up. One of the guards opened the door for them, but closed it only halfway. "Gavin, are you-"

Stumbling as the man hugged him, Nines instantly slid his arms around him and hugged him back. "I'm sorry if I-"

"Shut up." Gavin muttered, his voice mostly muffled by Nines's shirt. "You... this is... no one has ever done something like this for me." His hold tightened. "Thank you."

Relief flooded him as he realized that Gavin was simply happy and the man smiled, pressing a kiss into his hair. "You deserve all the praise and success, darling." He truly did. Gavin worked hard to get to where he was and he deserved to be acknowledged for his hard work, even if no one knew the designer they were praising was right there.

"Can we go look at it again?" Once he calmed down, the designer wiped at his eyes. How long has it been since he cried like this? Fuck, he felt stupid, but so damn happy.

"Of course." Nines lifted his hand to his lips. "We can spend the rest of the evening there if that's what you desire."

"Tempting, but I think there's still more to see... but just one more look is fine." Stepping back in he saw more people looking at the dress, one of them proudly showing that his jacket was Greed, another bragging about his collection of ties. And none of them even looked his way.

He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it, but to hear that the things he created made people happy was enough.

Squeezing Nines's hand again he stared at the sparkling gown. And then, he simply chuckled and whispered to his lover. "Still not as pretty as Chloe's dress. I think that was my masterpiece. Let's go. There's more to see."

---

The drive back seemed to take less time. Maybe because instead of silence Gavin was still talking about all the things they have seen at the exhibition. And it was incredible. He could truly listen to the man for hours and not tire of it. Even though he didn't understand some of it.

By the time they arrived at his place it was rather late, but not too much so. Maybe they could take tomorrow off? He would ask him about it.

"So how about instead of ordering in or going out, I make you dinner tonight?" He asked once he parked the car. "I have all the ingredients ready. But if you'd rather-"

"No." The reply was instant and Gavin was staring at him. "I want yours. I already know you're a great cook, but we only had breakfast so far. I want more." As if he could say no after this. Nodding, Nines lead him inside and hung up his coat. The dough he made earlier should be chilled properly now.

Rolling up his sleeves, and aware of the look he received from Gavin, Nines took the ingredients out of the fridge and set up his workspace. "It rose rather nicely."

"You made the dough?" Gavin appeared shocked.

"Of course. Can't be a home-made meal if I buy the dough pre-made. How about you grab us some wine? White would be best, but I'll leave the selection up to you." By now Gavin knew where everything was at his place. In fact, they were spending time together at either of their houses so much, maybe he should give him his own key. To come home after a long day only for him to already be here...

"Is it too soon? Doesn't feel like it's too soon..." Muttering he began to roll out the dough, deep in thought even as he began to cut it into small squares. It wasn't like he would be asking him to move in. Maybe in the future. Or they could get a house together. Or he would move in with Gavin. He had no attachment to this house.

Of course they should be out about being together by then. Maybe talk about long-term dating and eventually taking things further. Nines remembered Gavin's ring size, too. Portioning the filling into each square he began to shape them. He could cook more often for the man and ensure he wasn't living off of junk food and coffee. Or he would make healthy versions of that.

"What are you thinking about? You're so focused, but not even looking at what you're doing. Which makes this even more impressive if I'm honest." Nines was like a machine making the tortellini, and not a speck of flour on his shirt or pants. Pouring the wine he smiled and watched him. "Thank you for taking me there. I mean it. No one ever did something this thoughtful for me."

"Then I should plan our next date to be even better." Nines finally stopped thinking too much and too big and just looked at him. Gavin was beaming with joy and that was all he should care about.

"I thought it was my turn now." Grinning at him, Gavin watching his hands move quickly as he made more and more pasta. He knew first-hand just how good the man was with his hands

"Oh, is that so? Have you got something in mind?" Nines continued working, only stopping to sip the wine. "Then I guess I shall concede."

"One might say you inspired me." Winking he reached for his phone and without even trying to hide it snapped a photo of Nines making the pasta. "Hm, how do you always look so perfect... it makes no sense."

"I told you I'm far from perfect." But the compliment was nice.

"I know what you mean, but when I think about you, look at you..." It made him feel strange inside and only in the best of ways. "Maybe you're just perfect for me."

"Are you saying that we were meant to be? Because that's something I've been thinking about lately." The bowl of pasta was filling up. "Us together feels simply right."

Gavin stared at him for a moment, as if considering what he said, then smiled. Yea, that's how I feel."

Nines finished with the pasta and smiled. "Then that makes two of us." Kissing him again, Nines lingered for a moment, then resumed working on their dinner. He filled a pot with water and while he was waiting for it to boil he set the table. Once the water was bubbling he slid the pasta into the pot and grabbed the vegetables and made a nice side-salad.

"Fuck, I love watching you in the kitchen I could do this all day." Gavin sighed, admiring the view he had.

"Well, then you should come over more often. In fact, how about I just give you the second key? That way you could come over any time you want." Nines said that so nonchalantly, not even thinking about it.

"You'd give me a key?" Nines froze mid-cut, the tomato nearly slipping from his fingers.

"Well... yes. I would. It just makes sense to me." So what if it was too soon, or if their relationship was not ideal. There were no rules when it came to dating.

"Actually... I was... before we left I..." Gavin sighed and reached into his pocket, setting a key on the counter. "I was about to ask you if you'd want the key to my place. We're either here or there anyway, so... I guess I would like you to have it."

Nines stared at him, then walked over and wrapped his arms around the man, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. They both had the same thought and there could not be any clearer sign that this was the way things should be.

"In that case I will gladly accept." Pulling away he caressed his cheek. "But only if you'll do the same."

"How could I refuse?" He was starting to have trouble denying Nines anything. And that could get dangerous.

With a beautiful smile, Nines returned to the cutting board to quickly whip up the salad, just as the pasta timer went off. Draining it he filled two plates and added some grated cheese on top, then brought the plates and bowl of salad to the table.

"Dinner is served."

Chapter Text

Gavin Reed really didn't like working with muslin, but it was a necessity. What he hated even more though, was leather. And while he still considered his skill rather lacking, that didn't stop from trying to make something new.

He ran a few tests with the low quality leather first, working on getting the size right and once that was dealt with, it was time for the real thing. At least he could just buy the leather instead of making it himself.

It was the night they went out and held hands, but Nines's tended to get colder quickly. A common thing for Alphas, especially ones as tall as the man. But he knew how to fix that and it took less time than he expected. Over time they would adjust to Nines's hands and fit better, of course. And the weather was growing colder each day it seemed, so he would find a use for them in no time.

"Hope you like our date..." Though there wasn't much planning, he was really looking forward to it.

The market took place once a month and this vendors often changed. And he had it on good authority that the rare record seller would be participating again. He preferred a good surround sound, but he knew Nines had a record player from the first night he spent there. And maybe a nice walk along the river would be lovely.

"Nines... when did I even start to like you so much?" Rubbing the back of his neck he frowned. The anger he used to feel over the mere thought of someone being even near that part of him was gone when he imagined it was Nines. Instead he felt confused about what he felt, and how soon he began to feel it all. Sure, it's been a couple of months, more than that even, but shouldn't it take more time? Or was this fine after all and he was just overthinking it?

He definitely was. Because once Nines would find out that he was an Omega he would drop Gavin. But that wasn't the most upsetting thought. It was the fact that he would hurt the man who looked upset after biting his shoulder. Who insisted on cooking breakfast each time they spent the night together. Who thought was being sneaky and smart with his excuses to meet up with him at work.

"Gramps... what do I do?" Looking up at the old photo he wished an answer would come, but there was nothing.

And he knew the right thing would be to tell him now, but for the first time ever, Gavin felt that he wanted more of this. That maybe being with Nines wouldn't be bad at all.

"As long as he won't do that, then everything will be fine." It had to be.

"I just like him. I think I really fucking like him and I don't know what to do and it's driving me crazy, Gramps. I thought I was fine being alone. I never needed anyone by my side and now I am starting to think I actually want Nines to be the one to stay with me. I didn't even know I could feel something like this and then he just showed up in my life and nothing makes any sense."

Or was he the one to show up in Nines's life, literally walking into his office? Probably.

"I don't want to mess it up." Resting his head on his arms he stared at the finished gloves. No logo anywhere, only on the inner lining of the right glove, so no one would even know, was his signature. "Don't let me mess this up..."

Gavin closed his eyes, thinking he would just rest them for a moment. But it was only minutes before his breathing evened out and his body relaxed.

---

"Gavin! What happened?" Josh was shocked when he saw his boss, the dark bags under his eyes and hair a mess. Never mind that unlike the last few weeks when he actually seemed to be putting in effort in how he dressed, the oversized hoodie was drowning him.

"I'm fine. Just slept in my workshop." And now he was paying the price for that. His head throbbed dully and his back ached. And the imprint on his cheek still hasn't gone away. "Just need more coffee."

"You could also take the day off and rest." Helen chimed in, by now more or less the matriarch of the entire floor. Her natural authority sometimes overruled Gavin's. In a way she reminded him of his mother.

"Nah, I'm good. Gonna finish on the prototype first, then start with the muslin, and I have to meet with Nines later." For now the gloves were still in his workshop as doubt began to take over. "I feel fine, really. Just need a strong coffee and some painkillers."

"If you say so..." But Josh still looked worried. "I'll go make some." But Helen remained, watching him.

"You're going to collapse at this rate, Gavin. And this department can't run without the man in charge of it. Maybe at least consider taking a nap? Why else would the couch be here?" Motioning with her hand towards it she smiled. "I'll bring you a blanket and tell Josh to make you tea instead."

And with that, she decided for him, and he could not stop her.

Maybe a nap would be fine. He couldn't focus like this anyway. But painkillers were in order regardless.

Unlocking the drawer he frowned as he came face-to-face with the suppressants he was still taking. Should he up the dosage? It couldn't hurt, right? Popping a pill onto his palm he stared at it, hesitating.

You're going to hurt yourself and others if you don't take care!

"Fuck you, Connor..." He tossed it back and washed it down with some water, then did the same with a painkiller before locking the drawer again. Maybe if it did kill him, he would be finally able to stop overthinking every damn thing when it came to Nines.

Nines... what was he doing right now? Maybe he should text him.

But before he could, Helen returned with a blanket that he had no idea where she got, and Josh came with the tea, seemingly happy that Gavin got overruled. "Not cool that you two work together against me."

"We are a team after all." Helen said rather proudly, fluffing up a pillow. The couch was not ideal, but it would do. "Now lie down for a little while and rest. The world will still be there, I promise." Giving in, Gavin walked over to the couch and just dropped down onto it. He didn't expect the woman to cover him with the blanket just like that, the tea set on a nearby table and within reach.

"I will check on you in a while to make sure you are resting and not playing on your phone."

"You sound like my mum..." Gavin muttered, but only meant it in a good way.

"Then she's a smart lady." She smiled, turning the lights off.

"She is..." She really was. And she always seemed to know what her kids needed before they even needed it. Maybe he should call her and get her advice... later.

Staring at the screen of his phone for a while he tried to think of what to say, but nothing came to mind. So he just watched a few cat videos, just enough to be able to drink the hot tea, then put the phone on the table and closed his eyes.

Within minutes, Gavin was asleep.

An hour later Helen checked on him, but just smiled and closed the door when she saw him all curled up. In spite of being the head designer and the man behind a big brand, he still insisted on working on everything, helping out others, even taught them a few tricks. Always kind and pleasant.

But he was always so hard on himself personally. A perfectionist to the core. Only lately he seemed to look more upbeat and happy whenever he came in. Whoever was making Gavin Reed smile, she hoped they would stick around.

"Is he still sleeping?" Helen nodded and the blond assistant frowned. "He mentioned having to meet with Mr. Anderson earlier. But he never said what time..."

"Just let him come here then. What harm can it do considering how often he's here anyway?" The long talks behind closed doors had to be of great importance. Especially with the way they both looked afterward.

"Boys really do think they can get away with anything." Josh gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean?" Helen just sighed and smiled.

"Nothing bad, don't you worry. Now, how about that date you were on the other day, hm? With that cute doctor, oh, what was his name..."

"Oh, Aaron? He's simply amazing and so charming! We're going out again tomorrow since it's Friday." Rambling on in a hushed voice he completely forgot about his plan to let Nines Anderson know that Gavin would not make it.

---

A couple hours later the door opened and the younger Anderson brother walked in without hesitation, barely nodding to the people as he looked towards the podium. He knew how Gavin got, so he thought the man forgot about their plan to meet, but there was no designer with headphones glaring at the dead-faced mannequin.

He was right about them. Those things were creepy.

"Mr. Anderson, I assume you came to see Gavin?" A woman looked up from her computer and smiled. "I am afraid he is resting. Seems like he had a long night and needed to rest."

"So he's sleeping?" Gavin Reed sleeping just like that?

"We convinced him a couple hours ago since he looked exhausted. I know it's probably against company policy, but-" Nines waved a hand, interrupting the blond assistant. Josh, wasn't it?

"I don't care about that. I'm going to see him." Not like they could stop him anyway.

Slowly he opened the door, barely able to see the man curled up on the couch underneath the blanket. His hair was a mess and barely visible with the blanket pulled up to his nose. He looked so adorable. And Nines could not resist snapping a quick, sneaky photo of him.

"Gavin..." Kneeling down he reached out, brushing the hair from the man's forehead, then frowned. He felt warmer than usual. And once he touched his forehead he could clearly tell he was running a fever.

"Gavin, wake up." Did he manage to get sick somewhere? It was that time of year where it was more common to catch a cold after all. "Gavin, darling..."

"Ngh..." Gavin shifted a little, but didn't wake up. Just how tired was the man? But unlike normally, Gavin wasn't waking up. Concerned, Nines leaned in closer, touching his forehead.

Yes, definitely too warm. And Josh and the woman said they made him rest? Was this merely exhaustion? Nines frowned even more.

Because in that moment he realized he had no idea just how hard his lover was working. To be exhausted like this... what was going on?"

"Gavin, wake up, babe." Gently shaking him awake he felt relieved when the silver eyes opened and gazed at him, even though the man seemed to be dazed.

"Nines? What are you doing here?" Gavin tried to sit up, struggling to do so. "We're meeting up later, right? Did something happen?"

"Gavin..." Nines sighed. "You are exhausted. How hard have you been working? You have so many people to help you..."

"Oh... that..." Gavin slowly sat up, running his fingers through his messy hair. "Yea, we have a lot to do. And then there are private clients booked through Lifewear, and even more private ones booking through me, like your dad. And then there's the things I am working on in private, in my off time..." Yawning he shook his head. "It's just a lot..."

"Gavin... you're feverish..." Nines stared at the man, taking in his flushed cheeks, his heated state.

"I'm fine... just tired." Gavin pushed the hand away from his face and sat up straight. "I need to finish up the mock design for Hank's suit and also work on the new collection with my staff."

"Gavin!" The stern tone made him sit up a bit more. "You're not well."

"So what?" He hated being seen as weak. But now he hated it more than ever before. Nines was the last person he wanted to see him this weak. "I can handle it! It's not like this is my first time dealing with too much shit. I'm fine." As if to prove his words, Gavin ditched the blanket and stood up. A second later he swayed, only to be caught by Nines.

"Gavin! Fuck, no, we're going to see a doctor right now!" There was genuine worry in his tone. The sheer idea of Gavin being weak seemed impossible, yet here the were. The man tried to escape his arms but his usual strength was lacking. "You can't fight me on this..."

"Damn right I can! I am fine! Or I will be!" But at this point, Nines lifted him up into his arms.

"No. And you can whine about it later, hit me if you want. I'm taking you to the medic we have right now." he did not give one fuck about others and their thoughts.

Even though Gavin kept weakly struggling, Nines stepped out of the office with the designer in his arms. Ignoring the stared he zoned in on the blond assistant. "Gather his things and have them taken to the medic's office. I'm taking care of Gavin from now on."

"Y-yes, sir!" Josh just stared, watching their bosses leave before darting into Gavin's office to collect his things.

Meanwhile Nines kept a firm hold on the weakly squirming Gavin as he took him to the medical floor. Once again, people stared as he carried at a protecting man in his arms, but he did not care as he walked straight into the physician's office.

"I need you to give our head designer a check-up because he's too stubborn to admit he's unwell." Nines gently set Gavin down.

"I'm fine!" Gavin glared at him, then looked at the doctor. He hated doctors. But there was no way he would accept being checked with Nines there!

"Only few dare to barge into my office like you do, Mr. Anderson. Very well..." The tall man slowly stood up, his long hair slipping off his shoulder. Creepy did not even begin to describe him. The man's eyes gave him the chills.

"Of course, Mr. Anderson. However, you will have to step out." The man was smiling as he walked forward, right up into Nines's face. "Patient confidentiality and all that. I'm sure you understand. Now, if you would kindly comply..." There was a dangerous tone in his voice and Gavin shuddered. And instantly he changed his mind. He wanted Nines to stay!

"... fine. Just do what you have to." Nines looked at Gavin, then stepped out, closing the door. That doctor, Akabane or whatever his name was, always game him the creeps, but he was the best. Anyone who ever had to see him sang high praises. But he was worried about Gavin... and that took precedence over his own feelings on the doctor.

Gavin watched the creepy doctor walk around, fiddling with random things, but then just calmly step over and stare at him. And that was worse than anything.

"You overdosed. The suppressive medication you are taking interacted with something else, causing it to unleash all the lovely side-effects you are warned about. Let me guess... an omega-hormone suppressant and a classic acetaminophen type painkiller... likely a Panadol." The man smiled. "Or am I wrong?"

Gavin felt pinned like a moth in a decorative frame, still feebly trying to flap its wings. "I have no idea-"

"Oh please, don't try to lie. The hormones are downright spilling out of you. Though less so now than when he was around. But whatever you have been taking, it's affecting you more than you would like it to. How about we talk about this, Mr. Reed?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Gavin made a move to leave, but the moment he turned around he felt dizzy. A second later he was being guided into a chair and gladly sank into it.

"Au contraire, there's a lot to talk about." The doctor moved to sit behind his large desk and smiled the kind of smile that made everything worse. "How long have you been overdosing?"

"..." Gavin didn't reply, only glared. And that seemed to frustrate the man, his smile changing just a little.

"Oh please, don't try to pretend with me. I know what you are, I would know the moment you stepped in regardless, but Mr. Anderson kindly provided me with your medical records. There's a reason my reputation as a physician precedes me. You take a high dose of suppressants as is, but your current state suggest that you not only overdid it but also combined it with other medication."

"... I took a painkiller and popped in a suppressant just in case..." Gavin muttered.

"And the chemical components disagreed. Mr. Reed, if you were to resume taking above what you were prescribed for the pheromone block, you will die. Not may or might, it will happen." The man smiled and it sent chills down his spine. "You have been going over the prescribed dosage for a while now, Mr. Reed. But using more does not meet an increased effect. If anything, you are ruining your health."

"That's fine as long-"

"As long as you hide that you're an Omega, isn't that right? That's all fine. But taking more suppressants won't hide what you are, it only makes you sicker in the long run. Right now, all you need is one day of rest, but if you continue it will have permanent consequences. Taking above the given dosage won't actually make it stronger, though you are likely to think so. Instead your body slowly builds up resistance. If anything, overdosing will eventually negate the original effects of the medication and we both know what might happen next." Akabane smiled, the kind of smile that could kill.

"The problem right now is that you have been using them for so long, that your natural heat cycle is a mess. Not even I can tell when it might happen. Or even if you are experiencing it right now. The medication you are on suppressed the effect you have on others, but not the one they have on you, Mr. Reed."

Stunned, Gavin sat there, staring at the man who knew more about him that anyone. At least Nines couldn't hear any of this. But the pills... were actually working against him? What was he supposed to do!?

"Before you panic, just resume taking your medication as prescribed. Do not take more than prescribed, do not mix them with anything else, no alcohol an hour before or after." Akabane looked over some papers and it was easy to deduce those were his medical records. "I will write a note, so you won't work tomorrow. I would do a week, but we both know you would end up coming in. So consider this a long weekend."

The man typed something, then wrote something down. But instead of ending the impromptu meeting he stepped over to Gavin and touched his cheek.

"You're not in heat per se, but you are as close as one of your type can be with the surgery you had. Be careful. Your mind may be clouded during intimacy and there are things that can't be taken back. Ever." And then he stepped back and walked to the door, swinging it open.

"As if I knew you would be here, Mr. Anderson." He smiled at Nines. "Mr. Reed is on bed-rest for the rest of today and tomorow. I imagine catching up to sleep will help, but shall the symptoms still be there next week, come and see me again. In the meantime I suggest you ensure he gets home and he has someone to take care of him."

"I don't need-"

"Let me finish speaking." Akabane held up his hand. "As I was saying, he will need someone to take care of his every need. So do make sure there is someone like that. Come and see me if he's still feverish by the weekend. Now, off you go. I have another business to attend to." Akabane waved his hand in dismissal and Gavin could just glare. He didn't need a caretaker!

But the moment Nines pulled him close, helping him stand, that thought was gone.

"I'll take you home, Gavin." His voice was filled with worry and at the same time so sweet that he could not even argue.

"Okay..." Home didn't sound that bad. Maybe he could nap some more.

But the things he was told weighted heavily on him. The fact that the medication might not be as effective bothered him, as he always assumed that taking more would solve the problem. Instead the opposite was true and now he had to face the fact that he may need to go experimental. Something to suppress his Omega pheromones more. Because if Nines would find out...

"I'm sorry..." Whispering as they entered the elevator he leaned against the wall. He hated feeling this way, this weak. And all the things running through his mind just made him feel even more miserable. "Nines, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Strong arms slid around him and pulled him close. "You've done nothing wrong, Gavin. Don't apologize." The tight embrace did so many things to him, but all he could do was hug him back. "I will take care of you, darling."

The words resonated within him as they came down to the empty lobby and Nines did not care who saw them, though most made sure not to look and kept busy, or at least pretended to. They knew better than to say a word and the security guard didn't even look at them as he held the door open.

Nines kept holding him close as he guided Gavin to his car and into the passenger seat, even buckled the seatbelt for him. And though he tried not to show it, worry was written all over his face. "Just... let me take care of you, okay? Leave it all to me. After all, you said you wanted to go out on Saturday, right? So you have to make sure you rest and recover for our date."

Nines was holding his hand as he drove, perhaps a bit tighter than normally.

He didn't deserve someone this kind. Not when he was still hiding the truth from him. His chest hurt...

Gavin closed his eyes, doing his best not to think about how Nines deserved so much better than him. Eventually he even dozed off at some point, because when he opened his eyes next he was being picked up again and carried inside Nines's house.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Gavin noticed that the door was already open, which meant Nines unlocked it first. Being carried felt still strange, especially since he was not exactly a slender man, but Nines didn't even struggle. Just kicked the door shut and carried him straight upstairs and to bed. "I know you hate this, but I hate to see you like this and not being able to do a thing. Just try to rest."

"... okay." There was no fight in him now, not with how sweetly Nines spoke to him. Not even fighting the man as Nines found a sweatshirt for Gavin to wear, one he already knew the man claimed, and his own pair of pyjama pants, the Alpha didn't hesitate to help him change. And it did feel better to be wearing that instead of his jeans. Once he folded the man's clothes he knelt down in front of Gavin.

"I'll start on a late lunch since you missed that, so rest until then. Though I will have to wake you up to eat." Nines leaned in and softly kissed him.

"Why..." The word slipped out before he could prevent it.

"Hm? So you can eat." Nines looked at him with slight confusion.

"No. I mean why are you doing all this?" This was too good to be true. It was just supposed to be a hook-up, let it happen once or twice, and that would be it. "I'm not worth all this effort."

"Because I want to." Nines touched his cheek and gave him another of his beautiful smiled. "And you are worth it all and more. So don't say that again. I'll just chalk it up to the fever. Try to rest." One more kiss and the man stood up. Setting Gavin's phone on the night-stand he actually tucked him in. "Just call me on the phone if you need anything in the meantime."

And with that he left, silently closing the door. And Gavin was alone with his thoughts.

"Worth it... am I really?"

He knew that telling Nines, actually saying the words, would be easy. If anything, that was the easiest part. But his reaction, the fact that Gavin never told him the truth in the first place, never said outright what he was, that was what he was terrified of.

Because he knew he would lose the man that way. And as things were now, Gavin had actual feelings for the man. Feelings he never had before for anyone and he wanted more of them. Wanted more of Nines and being with the man. And he would lose it all eventually. Maybe at this point it was about prolonging the illusion he was living in and delaying the inevitable.

Gavin touched his chest, gripping the sweatshirt he was wearing. It smelled like Nines still. But his chest hurt and he knew it had nothing to do with the meds. All of his life he lived without even considering that he might feel this way. Never mind towards an Alpha.

But Nines was different. He was kind and gentle. The man was intelligent, but also witty and clever. Caring to a fault and almost too charming. Even when he was cocky, Gavin liked it. He liked it when Nines smiled and had those cute dimples. When they could walk around and hold hands. When Nines hummed along to the songs playing on the vintage gramophone as he cooked such incredible meals. The way his eyes seemed to always linger just a moment longer. He listened to whatever Gavin would ramble about with interest and remember it later. He was... everything one could ever dream of. The ideal man he used to imagine and dream of long ago.

"Why did it have to be you... I can't fall in love with you... I can't..."

Yet his heart had a different opinion and deep down he knew it was too late.

---

When Nines came back, Gavin was still awake, unable to sleep as his restless mind prevented that. Carrying a tray, Nines set it aside for now and frowned. "I brought you lunch and some tea. I thought you would be asleep."

"Can't... stop thinking." Muttering he sat up, wondering if he felt worse or better now. Both? Mentally he felt like trash, but at least he stopped shaking.

"Eat something. I made soup. And some grilled chicken with wild rice. Something light." Even now the man went all out. And though the prospect of food didn't seem that attractive, he would die before refusing anything Nines made for him.

"Thanks. You didn't have to though. I'll be fine." Gavin watched him retrieve the tray, looking as good as ever. He started rolling his sleeves up more, especially with just the two of them, and the little curl was falling into his forehead again.

"I know, but you still need to eat. Because I would bet you only had coffee for breakfast."

"How did you even... never mind." Nines set the tray over his lap and it all looked delicious. He actually felt a bit of an appetite just smelling the soup.

"I know you, Gavin." He really did. He knew really everything. Watching Gavin start eating he felt relieved that the food wasn't refused. "Stay here tonight. And tomorrow. I already called your sidekick-"

"Assistant. And his name is Josh, Nines, you know that."

"I do know that. I also know that you will always correct me and give me this cute annoyed look." Nines laughed. "But yes, I called Josh and let him know he was in charge until Monday. You won't be coming in tomorrow."

"What about you though?" The soup was delicious, slightly spicy and with that lovely thick broth Gavin liked. He only mentioned that in passing once, maybe a month ago, but ever since Nines made it like this.

"I will be taking care of you, of course. I would just spend the entire day worrying about you otherwise. You... scared me." He finally admitted. "I am so used to seeing you one way that this was a bit of a shock."

"I'm sorry." He truly was, but this never happened before, so he had no reason to think there would be any side-effects.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Just... maybe try not to overwork yourself so much? My father and his fancy new suit can wait and will wait. And you don't need to keep working on things for me. All I want is you, Gavin." There it was again, that sincerity that made Gavin question his own feelings.

"You say that... so naturally." How was he able to do that? To be this sincere when it was nothing to joke about.

"Because it's natural to me. It's how I feel when I'm with you. If anything, I wish we could spend more time together. And I hope that one day we can." Everything Nines said was so genuine and sweet that for a moment, Gavin believed they could have it. And he wanted it. "We have plenty of time to talk about these things later. Right now, your health is much more important, Gavin."

He didn't deserve Nines. And there was probably not one person alive who did, least of all himself.

It took him a while to finish the meal since he ate slowly, but not because he wasn't hungry. No, Gavin simply wanted to savour every bite, as if this may be the last time he would get to taste something this delicious. Nines spoiled him too much and now no restaurant meal tasted this delicious.

When he was done eating, Nines made him lie down again to rest. But the moment he stood up Gavin reached out for him and though he didn't say a word, Nines understood. "Let me just take this down, then I will be right back." There was a brief moment of hesitation, then Gavin let go and shortly after Nines left with the tray.

"Fuck... how pathetic can I get..." Gavin closed his eyes and curled up under the heavy sheets. Everything smelled like Nines, that sweet sent of coffee and faint vanilla that always seemed to hang around him. He only began to notice it over the past couple of weeks, but even when the man put on cologne, this scent was stronger. Alluring. And it made him want to envelop himself with it at all times.

The door opened again, then closed, Nines once again coming back. The bed shifted a little as the man slid in beside him and Gavin had no reason to fight being pulled close. This was what he wanted after all. And if anything, he tried to move even closer, the scent growing stronger.

"I promise... we'll go on a date... I'll be fine by then." He had to be.

Nines pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Of course. Rest now, Gavin, I'll be right here when you wake up." He wasn't going anywhere. Gavin was his priority now and he would ensure the man would recover swiftly.

There was no reply, the smaller man only snuggled closer and Nines gladly held him, listening to his gentle breathing slowly even out. He knew exactly when Gavin fell asleep because he nuzzled closer; something he only did once asleep.

And Nines watched him, gently running his fingers up and down his spine, eventually coming to let them rest on the nape of his neck. This one special spot... "I wonder... if you'd ever consider being with me like that... let me make you mine." Whispering to no one in particular, Nines sighed.

"I can't believe it sometimes. I've attended so many parties, met so many people, had so many offers, and in the end the one I want is the man who didn't want me. The man who argued and fought back and never relented. Driven and passionate and so stubborn. Cocky and arrogant in the best of ways an rightfully so. Gavin..." Nines gently rubbed the soft skin with his fingertips.

"I think I'm falling in love with you. And I don't want it to stop. I hope... that you will let me love you." Hugging him even closer, Nines smiled to himself.

He never thought he would fall for someone, he never even wanted to do that, aware that his nature would only bring the other person pain. But not Gavin. The moment the creator behind Greed strode into his office with such confidence, not holding back with his attitude, and even called him out on something as the wrong hue of his tie.

Maybe that was the moment. Or when he stormed in with junkfood and ranted about his brother being an asshole.

Or when he was being judged by him and served as his model, only to end up on top of him moments later.

Or was it when Gavin took him home and they kissed for the first time?

The first not date?

The first real date?

Or when Gavin smiled at him for the first time?

He couldn't tell at this point. All Nines knew was that there would never be anyone else. He wanted Gavin, even needed him in a way. Something inside him changed the day they met. And Nines were any more romantic, he would think that this was fate all along. That some unnatural force brought the man to his office that day and put Gavin in his path.

Or him in Gavin's. But he didn't care either way as long as he could be with him.

"I promise I will make you happy. That I will protect you even when you will say you won't need me to." Whispering to his sleeping lover, Nines only smiled more. "Please, be only mine."

"Nines..." Tensing when he heard his name, he waited for what Gavin wanted to say, but when nothing came he relaxed. Just talking in his sleep.

"I hope this means you're dreaming about me, Gavin. Because I've been dreaming about you for months. Or maybe my whole life... I wonder if that boy I saw in my dreams long ago was you. Or the young man I saw while studying abroad. Or the man I dreamt of all these years..." Nines chuckled. "So stupid... but to me, you are that person."

Nines closed his eyes.

"I'm falling in love with you, Gavin Reed, a bit more every day."

Chapter Text

It was magical what some proper rest and real, good food could do to a person.

Gavin Reed rested more in 24 hours since he got to Nines's place than he had all month. As he was prohibited from working, his direct superior took over taking care of him, ensuring he would eat properly by cooking his favourite meals and even baking snacks. At least on Friday he was allowed to go and watch him instead of being stuck in the bedroom.

The dark circles were almost gone and after the massage last night, so was the back and shoulder pain. Nines didn't even tease him about falling asleep halfway through, only tucked him in and then woke him up for dinner.

The more Nines did for him, the more he realized he didn't deserve the man. The relationship that was supposed to be about sex was about feelings and actually so much more than either of them bargained for. And Gavin was selfish.

He wanted this, he wanted Nines. He had spent so much time by now watching him do many things, from cooking to showering, being a tough boss who was fair at the same time to being sweet and doting. He knew that Nines enjoyed music on vinyl and was a bit of a nerd, but also had impeccable style. The man who disregarded junk food, yet now made his own home-made version for Gavin.

No, he didn't deserve someone like him. But he wanted to be selfish. Because at the end of the day, Nines was the one who could always walk away, no matter what may happen. Even *that*.

And as much as he dreaded and hated the thought of that happening, Gavin was willing to risk it.

His heart simply kept beating faster whenever they kissed and he had trouble analysing what he felt aside from the obvious.

"See something you like? You've been staring at me for the past couple of minutes." Nines brought the big platter to the living room and set it down, then went back to retrieve their drinks. Sitting beside his lover, the Alpha flashed him a grin. "Don't worry, I followed the recipe to a T."

"That's not why I'm looking at you." Caught again, Gavin didn't even bother denying it. "You're just... fascinating. I like watching you cook and bake and all of that. It's so different than when you are typing or writing something, leading a meeting. I really like this side of you."

"I'm flattered. Now, how about you give them a taste? I added a few extra spices and switched up the cheese since the original recipe seemed too bland." He kissed Gavin's cheek, then brought the large platter closer.

It was full of puff pastry snails, filled with cheese and other delicious things, but these looked so much better than the ones he saw online. And he just mentioned those in passing earlier, only for Nines to make them.

"It's so flaky..." Smiling he stared at the layers, admiring it for a moment, then took a bite. "Nines... fuck. These are incredible!" Was this really his first time making it? Gavin devoured the first one in seconds, even though it was still hot. "You're going to make me fat cooking like this all the time."

"It would take a lot of cooking to achieve that, Gavin, but thank you." Nines was most pleased with the result, especially with the response he got. "So, are you still sure about tomorrow?"

Gavin swallowed the last bite of a second pizza snail and nodded. "Of course! I feel fucking fantastic and we really have to go! It would be months before the same opportunity presents itself, Nines." He really did feel back to his usual self, even better. "I really want to go with you on a date where we don't have to hide. Just... two guys on a date and nothing more."

The other man's expression softened, a sweet smile on his lips. Leaning in, Nines kissed him and Gavin happily kissed him back.

"Then we shall go. I admit, I would have been upset if we had to cancel, especially since there seems to be something you're really excited about." Slowly pulling away he tugged Gavin to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. "What time would you like to set off tomorrow?"

"Hm... we should go early, maybe nine at the latest. The drive is only like thirty minutes. Or even earlier and we can grab breakfast on the way. Oh, or right there! There will be plenty of vendors."

"Vendors?" Nines raised a brow. "Are we going to a market?"

"Fuck..." Sighing, Gavin pouted. "Maybe... just pretend you didn't hear anything, okay? Let's go early so we don't miss out on anything." He could feel the man chuckling. "The food is really nice."

"I see. Well, how should I dress tomorrow then?" Something more casual no doubt, but he did love to tease him.

"Hm, not a suit for one, but other than that, anything you are comfortable in. You look hot in everything. But also keep in mind it's cold in the morning lately, and in the evening."

"Duly noted."

"I'll also need to go to my place to change. The clothes I have at your place are not... something I want to wear." And the gloves were still in his workshop after all. "Won't take more than ten minutes, I promise."

"Sounds good. Then let's leave early so we can do all the things you've planned for us." Nines tugged a blanket over his lover and settled in with Gavin against his chest. "Now, shall we continue watching that show? You know, the fantasy adult cartoon one."

"Oh, yes, let's do that. I mean there's a lot of stuff left out, but you can't exactly fit everything into twenty minutes." Gavin reached for the remote, and another snack at the same time. "I used to listen to the real thing while working late."

"And exhausting yourself." Nines added softly.

"Just a little. I have to do some time management after this weekend. I thought I could handle it all, I mean I have before... but that was when all I did was work and sleep. Now my priorities have kinda shifted..." Tilting his head he looked up at the man, only to find Nines watching him.

"Are you blaming me?" Teasing him, Nines smiled.

"No. I am thanking you. Because I never knew what I was missing until you came into my life. And now... I don't think I want t go back to the way things were." Gavin was quick to look away, ignoring his quickened heartbeat, but at the same time he knew Nines could feel it.

And the man did. Actually blushing at what Gavin said, Nines looked away. Since when was this abrasive designer this smooth? As if he needed another reason to fall for him even more.

Gavin hit play and the show's opening theme began, forcing his attention elsewhere. He did love a good fantasy settling. And when Gavin saw his collection of books and memorabilia he thought he would be mocked, instead he started telling him about all the things the could watch.

So many reasons to fall in love with Gavin Reed and he couldn't resist even one of them.

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"Are you sure this is all right?" Nines seemed doubtful of his outfit. The blue jeans looked and felt nice, but the jumper seemed a bit intense. Sure, it was soft and the cream colour was lovely, but he never wore things like that. Combined with the long, dark brown coat, he felt rather odd.

"You look amazing. Trust me. It's cold in the morning, then it gets a little warmer. And the knit pattern is lovely on you." Gavin was smiling at him and that was all it took. Nines pulled him close and kissed him.

"At this point it's like you're my personal designer. I rely on your opinion of what I wear more than anything." Slowly pulling away he sighed. "Let's get going then. You said you wanted to change and we can grab coffee on the way and breakfast when we arrive."

In an instant the man brightened and nodded, kissing him once more before heading to the car and slipping into the passenger seat. Nines quickly joined him and drove off, once more holding the man's hand. It became a habit somehow, but just being able to hold Gavin's hand as he drove brought him comfort. Even when the drive was a short one, like now.

It only showed how close to each other they lived, because not five minutes later he pulled into the driveway of Gavin's house.

"Wait right here. I'll be right back." Soft lips pressed to his cheek, and then Gavin was gone, vanishing inside the house.

"... fuck... what am I going to do?" Nines sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. "Gavin... you ass... I'm falling in love with you and it's like you don't even see it. Or do you and are you ignoring it? Or maybe... you are pretending it's not real..." With a groan he rubbed his face.
"Gavin..." Watching the door he smiled. "I wonder if you would even let me love you..."

He watched the door slam open and the man get out, hastily locking it as a small bag hung off his wrist. The jeans hugged his legs and the leather jacket was the same he wore to the bar on their date. But why the turtle-neck?

"See? Less than ten minutes." He set the bag aside for now and grinned. "What? Something on my face?"

"You're wearing that thing... and it's hiding all the marks I've left on you." Nines didn't even think before he spoke up about what bothered him.

"Nines..." Gavin stared at him for a moment, then slowly smiled and reached out, pulling him close. "I will kiss you in front of anyone who will dare flirt with you, so don't worry. It's just the first thing I grabbed since I haven't done the laundry in a while. All the marks are still there. And I doubt you want them to see all of them, all things considered..."

"No. I definitely don't..." He had left marks on the man's skin where no one else should be able to see them. There was just one spot he kept away from, fighting the urge each time, every night when Gavin rested in his arms. He wanted to mark him completely. "Let's get going then." Ignoring those thoughts, Nines revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway. It was time for their date.

They stopped at a drive-through to get coffee, though Gavin was temped by the breakfast offers. But no, there would be better options at the market. Content to sip his hazelnut coffee, the man was smiling as Nines drove.

A short drive like that would not put them in a remote village, but it was enough to get them away from the metropolis they lived in and into the more outskirts area of the city. Tall offices became small buildings, apartment complexes became houses. And soon enough, Nines was pulling into an open parking lot near a small museum.

"We're good on time." Gavin was nearly done with his coffee and grinned. Grabbing the small bag from before he folded it as flat as he could and slid it into his jacket's inner pocket, then stepped out of the car. "The market's like a minute's walk from here. Come on!" Walking around he took the taller man's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And Nines would have followed him to the end of the earth in that moment. Holding hands was something he enjoyed more than he was willing to admit, so when Gavin gently pulled him along he eagerly went with it, falling into step as the man lead them to the market.

He thought there would be a couple of stalls with the various odds and ends, but instead he was greeted with a square full of people. A live band was playing lazy folk songs as people walked around, browsing and shopping. And there were quite a few food stalls as well. Considering the time of day, the place was more packed than he thought it might be. But why would Gavin insist they come here?

"Oh, let's grab breakfast first." Finishing his coffee, Gavin tossed the empty cup into a bin and lead him to one of the stalls. The food smelled delightful, but also odd. What was this? The man running the stall was loud and shouting orders, and Gavin was pulling him straight towards him. The line cleared just in time for his lover to step up.

"Two breakfast empanada menu." He was given a nod, a young woman took his money and handed him a number on a piece of paper. And the moment Gavin looked at it he laughed and showed it to Nines.

69

"You're adorable." Nines whispered, looking around. It was still early yet this place was so busy. "Where are we?"

"The quarterly market in the bay area. It happens every month, but every three months special vendors show up. It's both a flea market, and artisan market, and antiques market, and a food festival, all at once. And there's a special shop that only happens rarely, and I know he will be here today." Gavin looked to the food window as numbers were being called. "The seller shows up as he pleases, sometimes twice a season, or once a year. And he's here today."

"Sounds like he sells something really special." Nines enjoyed the excitement, the energy.

"He does. And I know you will like it. This is my first time here with someone. Oh!" Their number was called and Gavin rushed to get their breakfast, returning to his lover. "You're going to love this. This is why I wanted to come early. By noon his stall is gone since they sell out quickly. And I challenge you to find a restaurant that has food this good."

"You've challenged me on many things since we met, so by now I trust your judgement, babe." This was a market and no one would care, right? Nines leaned in and kissed him, slowly pulling away. "And it smells delicious." It really did. Though he never heard of breakfast empanadas.

More and more people were coming to the market as they enjoyed their breakfast, which Nines found both delicious and slightly messy. He barely managed to keep his fingers clean, but damn, Gavin was right. No restaurant he had been to could compare to this random food stall. Tossing the empty plates in the trash, Nines felt ready to explore, especially since there seemed to be a special vendor somewhere.

So when Gavin took his hand he eagerly clasped it and let his lover lead him.

There was so much to see. From clothes and cloths, to random tchotchkes, food and household items, decorations, instruments, produce and more. It was loud and chaotic, but at the same time he had no trouble making his way through the crowds. Magical.

"Do you come here often?" Stopping to look at a display of dream catchers, Nines smiled even more.

"Not as often as I would like. Last time was almost a year ago and... it's more fun to be here with someone. This way." Gavin tugged him away just as he began to consider a purple dream-catcher, weaving his way through the crowd, past many stalls of interest.

"Gavin, where are we going?" Nines asked, keeping a firm hold on his lover's hand. He seemed so driven to take him to this specific stall.

"Here!" Finally, the man stopped, and Nines looked at the stall they were standing in front of. Vintage t-shirts decorated the front, none with a price, but the moment he saw the inventory he knew those were for decoration.

Piles of records in big boxes, no organization to speak of, were sitting there, and older man sitting in a chair and smoking a pipe. No one else was browsing them, but Nines was instantly taken, drawn to the records, fingers itching to look through them and see what he could find.

"Heh, long time no see, kid. I see you brought a boyfriend this time. He the music type?" The man cackled. "Go ahead! See what you can find and maybe you will find a treasure. I lost track of what all's in there."

"Go ahead, Nines. This is why we're here." Gavin was beaming at him, cheeks flushed. "I know you like to play vinyl more than anything, so I pulled a few strings to find out when this old bastard would be here since it's a secret to anyone else."

So Gavin took him here... because of the music he liked to play? If he weren't falling in love with the man, this would be the moment he would start. But instead it only deepened his adoration. And as much as he wanted to look through the records, he pulled Gavin close first, kissing him deeply. "Thank you, darling."

The kiss left Gavin breathless and flustered, but to see Nines this excited over old records brought a smile to his face. The man didn't hesitate to start looking through them, muttering to himself about random albums and artists. Where others mocked his enjoyment of the crackling LPs, Gavin leaned into it. He could feel the man's silver eyes watching him as he found a few interesting albums, soon making a pile of them.

"I should stop here..." Nines looked at the dozen or so records he found, but there was still another box he hadn't gone through. He gave it a long look, then shook his head.

"Nines, why hold back when we're here and have the time? I don't really know much about vinyls, but you enjoy them, so go for it." Gavin touched his arm, encouraging him to give in to the temptation.

"Are you sure? There are so many-" Gavin pressed a finger to his lips.

"We're not in a rush, babe. So take your time looking through them and then we can see what else is around." Warm lips pressed a kiss to the digit and Gavin pulled his hand away. "Besides, we can listen to more music together."

"If you say so." But Nines didn't hesitate going through the last box, taking his time when he spotted a rather rare one. "This one is highly valuable. In this condition, it would sell for about four to five hundred, maybe even more." He set the record on the table.

"Hm, would it now? Good eye. You found yourself an honest one there, kid." The man nodded his approval and picked the record up, studying it. "Oh well." And he set it onto the growing pile Nines had going. "Ah, just consider it five bucks like the others."

"I'm afraid I cannot accept that. One of the rock ballads is only present on that album, so the value has gone up quite a lot." Nines tried to argue some more, but the man simply held up his hand.

"Then I would rather it goes to someone who can appreciate it rather than a reseller. And I know that one likes this kind of music, so listen to it on my behalf. Just think of my poor back, having to haul all of this back to my truck." Gavin just laughed.

"You hear the man, Nines." Not that the old man would have much trouble moving them considering he still moved his own guitar kit around.

"But it doesn't feel right." Nines still tried to argue.

"Then donate the rest to a charity. The local library could use help with roof renovations so they can continue running their after-school programme." The man shrugged.

"See? We can do that." Gavin took his hand and gently rubbed his knuckles. Cold. Was now a good time for the gloves? No, not yet.

Turning to the old man he grinned. "Got a bag for those?"

"I'm sure I find one lying around... let's see..." The man rummaged through the table, then pulled out a big canvas bag and counted the records. "Five a piece, that brings you to eighty bucks."

"You forgot-"

"Eighty bucks. Take it or leave it." The old man stood up and held the bag out.

"He'll take it." And with that Gavin handed over the money, including another five for the bag.

"Gavin, I'm-"

"You can't pay with a card at a market, silly. There's an ATM nearby if you need cash." Gavin smiled even more. He watched as realization set in, the pale blue eyes staring at him.

"You knew... but why didn't you tell me?" Nines felt almost annoyed.

"Because I wanted to treat you, Nines. Just let me do this, okay? Even he can tell you're a good guy." Gavin suddenly felt bad, even worried that he upset his lover. "Look, I'm sorry. I thought this would be a good idea."

"Kid, let it go. Besides, you think that someone with a collection wouldn't know how much that vinyl sells for? I do this for fun, to find true music fans and not resellers who try to haggle me down to a dollar." The old man sat back down. "Enjoy your records and have fun at the market. I'm glad they ended up with someone who truly enjoys music."

"Nines, I'm really-" Now it was his turn to be silenced with a finger.

"No, I'm sorry. You wanted to do something nice and I overreacted. I'm not used to... this kind of thing." Replacing the finger with his lips he smiled. "Thank you, Gavin. And you, sir, as well."

"You're welcome, kid. But I'll skip the kiss if you don't mind. My wife would get jealous."

"Let's continue exploring then." Nines proposed. "Though, we should take those back to the car. They're bound to get heavy eventually."

"I'll do that." Gavin proposed quickly. "There's an ATM nearby if you want to withdraw some cash, but it's not necessary. I came prepared." But he knew that wouldn't fly with the man.

"Very well then, you do that and I will meet you back here, okay?" Nines reached for his car keys. "Don't take too long or I might get lost without you."

"Ah, young love. I remember those days..." The old man laughed, then went back to his puzzle.

As Gavin left to put the records in the car, Nines made sure to find the ATM and withdrew cash. So used to paying by card wherever he went that it never even occurred to him a market like this wouldn't be the same. He also took the time to look around the various stalls, just to see what all was there.

The crowd grew even bigger now that more people were there and Nines kept an eye out for his lover, but then another stall caught his attention. The man running it was big, impressively so, hammering away on an anvil, black hair streaked with white, and a beard that made Nines downright envious. Andre's Smitty, claimed a simple sign

And it was so easy to think the man was creating weapons, but instead Nines found a table with delicate pieces of silver jewellery, from embossed bracelets to delicate rings and wide cuffs, handmade pendants. There was even something that looked like an elven circlet. It was truly impressive once he looked at the various designs. Most of them carried some kind of engraving or careful designs. Just by looking he could tell the quality was superb.

"Feel free to look up-close. They're all for sale." The man didn't even look up from what he was working on, using a tool to bend the metal into shape before resuming his hammering.

"Ah, right. Thanks." He made no move to touch any of them, instead just looked. So many things that would suit Gavin. Glancing towards the parking lot he frowned. Still no sign of him anywhere. But that meant he had a bit more time. Besides, Gavin would call him if anything came up.
So Nines resumed looking, inspecting a few cuffs, then an earring with a lion design, but nothing really spoke to him.

Until he spotted something much simpler. A ring with an almost floral design winding all around it. And when Nines slid it onto his index finger... it didn't fit. He knew the size Gavin wore and if this one didn't fit his hand, he knew it would not fit on the right finger. Feeling disappointed, Nines began to set it down when the man walked over and shifted things around to place a finished bangle on the table.

"That one comes in a pair. Where... ah, here. Someone must have moved it around." A second ring, identical to the first one, appeared and the smith handed it to Nines. "Try this one."

"A pair..." In an instant, his mind went some place else. But he did try the ring on his index finger and it fit perfectly. Just for good measure, he tried the previous one on his own ring finger and it was a perfect fit.

"I'll take them." Nines said without any hesitation. No time to waste as Gavin could arrive any second. "Just name your price." The man gave him an odd look.

"Eh, eighty is fine for both." Nines handed him a hundred and slid the rings into his wallet for safekeeping, hastily putting it away. "Here's twen-"

"No need. Thank you. I found exactly what I needed." There were other things around he thought Gavin might like, but he could not think of anything better than this. Ignoring the strange look he was being given.

It was a stupid impulse buy, but in that moment when he found out they fit, or would fit, he simply had to. And it would easily blend in with the man's other rings so no one would really notice or comment. Besides, not like it was a gold ring or an engagement ring. Fuck, they were far from something like that! But the idea of Gavin and him wearing matching rings appealed to him so much that it was so easy to just buy them.

"Nines!" Gavin finally returned. "Sorry, the crowd got really bad. Oh, these look really nice." Looking at the jewellery on display he smiled. "Wanna stay and look?"

Taking his lover's hand and pulling him close, Nines was trying to hide how nervous he was. "We can if you want. But I want to look at a few more things. This place is really huge and it's getting rather crowded." With the loud music playing it was also really lively now. "How about that stand over there? Seems like they sell hand-carved little decorations." Anything to get the man away from the jewellery.

"Oh, sounds good. Let's go explore." Gavin squeezed his hand back and Nines gladly walked beside him, making sure to protect him from the crowd all around them.

But he had to admit that this was fun. In the end, they bought more things. Nines could not resist the hand-carved wooden animals, selecting a few of his favourites. He also rather liked the elaborate carved pen-holder with various planets and stars. Meanwhile Gavin was going crazy with the pins in the next stall, just adding more and more to the pile he had going on, selecting ones for the others on his floor as little gifts.

"At this point you're going to buy the entire stock." Nines teased him.

"Don't tempt me, because I just might. Nines, these are all hand-made enamel pins! Do you have any idea how long it takes to make one?" He didn't have the slightest clue, but probably a lot. "Oh, this one too." He added another to the pile, then a couple more. "Okay... I think I'm good." This was why he didn't go to the market too often. He loved these handmade things!

"Let me carry them for you." Nines was already making good use of the canvas bag he got with the wooden figurines, so it was easy to add the pins to it. "I can't believe I never knew about this place."

"Right? It's small artisans selling things while also making them. Like that silversmith. Or the wood-carving siblings. I could watch them for hours." Gavin reached for his hand once more, then lead him to a big stall that sold bolts of cloth. "Ooh, Nines! Look! These are all hand-dyed! And the patterns..." In his element, the designer began to look around, already listing off ideas.

"Gavin... Gavin!" Raising his voice a little, Nines sighed. "We're on a date, not to think about work." He knew that designers had a tendency to get carried away, but still. "How about you inquire about deliveries?"

"Nines, you're a fucking genius!" Pulling him into a kiss he grinned. "Excuse, hi, yes. So-" Gavin began to ramble to the seller and Nines looked at the cloth. hand-dyed silk in limited sizes and quantities, but he knew that Gavin would be able to work magic with this. Seemed like he would always share some of the attention with the man's passion. He heard him talk and explain, handing the woman his card. He would go that far, it seemed.

"Hey, Nines, can you come here for a second? I need your eyes."

"You need... my eyes?" What an odd thing to say. But obliging he stepped over. "How can I help?"

"Just look cute as always. Perfect." And then Gavin began to lift various samples to his face, about two dozen total, but barely a quarter of them made it to the approved pile. "Thank you. I wanted to make sure the colour would complement your eyes."

"Gavin, you don't have to keep making things for me." He was starting to feel bad.

"But I want to. And it's kinda my thing to make things for those I care about. And you... you're really special. So I also want the things to be really special, you know." Gavin was blushing and quickly turned away. "So I want to make something... no one else will have. With a personal touch just for you."

Those words took the wind out of his sails instantly and Nines stared at him, stunned that he hadn't noticed it before. And then just wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and hugged him close. "You are too adorable, Gavin."

"No one my age is adorable." Gavin argued rather feebly.

"You're not just anyone though. You are special to me. More than I can explain." Words failed him in this, at least for now. Maybe later in private he would be able to speak and then... propose that they-

No. Ask. The correct word was ask, not propose.

Once Gavin was done with the order he wanted, and the seller looking at him in awe, Nines discreetly tugged him away.

"How about we go sit down somewhere? We've done so much walking and it's also past noon by now." He could not wait. The rings were burning a hole through his wallet and coat pocket. "I saw a café not far when we passed by earlier."

"That's actually a wonderful idea. You've been carrying all that for so long, too." Not that the man seemed bothered by it.

The café by the river looked lovely, the last of autumnal flowers blooming in big planters, a giant tree with changing leaves gently swinging its branches. It looked so lovely. Claiming a nice table outside. They could still hear the music, but faintly, the gentle sound of water and wind took over. Setting the bag gently down he smiled at Gavin.

"This is a wonderful date, Gavin." He took his hand and gently held it in his own. "I want to go on more dates with you. Maybe make a date night that's just for us."

Gavin's cheeks were tinted a soft pink. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried you might think it's too... I don't know, plebeian? But I always wanted to visit those fantasy markets they describe in books or show in movies."

"No, I am really enjoying this. Makes me want to explore more things with you in the future. In other countries as well." His heart began to beat a little faster.

"So... we're really dating then." Gavin said it, he said it out loud. "It's... new. I admit. And I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck this up somehow. I've never even been on a date and now with you I just want to... go on more. And spend time with you."

Nines was downright beaming at the words. "I want that too, but not to your own detriment. You've also been doing so much for me-"

"Like you're one to talk. Who's been cooking all this time? I went to grab a quick breakfast this week and it tasted like crap to what you make. And you gave the best massages. You are so sweet to me even though I've been an ass to you for the longest time..." Gavin sighed. "I want to make more stuff to you to show how much you mean to me. I even..." Gavin reached into his jacket and took out the small bag.
"I made these. Because your hands... you're tall and all that, so I noticed that your hands get colder quickly. Open it..."

Another gift? Nines reached inside the bag and pulled out a pair of soft leather gloves, possibly the softest he ever touched. Reluctantly he let go of Gavin's hand and tugged one on, stunned. "Gavin, how did you even... these fit perfectly." Any gloves he ever bought were either too big in the palm to fit his fingers, or too small and uncomfortable. But these fit, well, like a glove should. Making a fist he admired the flex.

"I... may have spent a minute or two studying your hands..." But he was so happy that they fit the man he was grinning. "Do you like them?"

"They are perfect. I will never let anyone touch them." So soft,, a perfect fit, something not even the best shops managed to accomplish. And then Gavin simply made this after looking at his hands and holding them? Remarkable. "Thank you, Gavin. But I have to ask... is this how you added to your recent exhaustion?"

"A little maybe, but I also had so many thoughts running havoc in my mind it was... strange. But the more time I spend with you the better I feel. In fact, right now I feel like I could easily design a whole spring or summer collection in one night." At Nines's look he laughed. "I won't, of course, but I feel like I could."

A waiter came over to take their order, bring them water at the same time. Once they chose what they wanted and were left alone once more, Nines removed the glove and carefully folded it with the other.

"I admire you so much, Gavin." He watched the other sit up.

"What-"

"You worked your way up, made a name for yourself in a world that favours my kind. You rose above that without ever showing your face, without having to deal with your privacy invaded and life turned upside down. Attained fame without any notoriety, to the point where celebrities are lining up to work with you and boast about it. You can do whatever you want and still have people who love you and care about you, not because of what you are, but because of who you are. And somewhere in all of that you found a place for me in your life and I worry that I am getting too comfortable in it, but I also want to be with you no matter what." Nines spilled all of his thoughts so quickly it almost made him dizzy.

"What I'm trying to say... I like you, Gavin. I really fucking like you and I really want to be with you, no matter who might think what. I am at the point where I just... I want to make you mine. And I know it's really soon and you would never want that. So instead... I thought that maybe..." Nines reached for his wallet and took out the rings.

"I'm not proposing marriage. At least not... yet. But the moment I saw these I knew I wanted them for us. Even if you'll never wear it and just keep it in a box. Or maybe put it on a chain." His hands were shaking a little. Reaching for Gavin's left hand he hesitated, then slid the band onto his ring finger. And just like he thought, a perfect fit.

"I know I can make you mine, but I also... want to be yours. Even if it feels like we're rushing things, I don't care. I can't help myself when it comes to you, Gavin. The thought of someone stealing you away hurts. I should really stop talking now, but Gavin, I just want you to know, I need you to know, how I feel." He stared at the ring on the man's finger, then slowly looked up.

Spilling all of his innermost thoughts wasn't something he planned, but once he started, he could not stop. Gavin was all he wanted, all he desired. Was this love? Maybe, but he didn't care. Because now the man could just pull the ring off, toss it into the river, and leave.

Instead there was silence, the wind now too loud, the soft waves too strong, the faraway music too deafening. And the blood rushing through his veins growing cold.

He watched Gavin's other hand move, taking the other band from his palm, then take his hand and slowly slide it onto his ring finger. Gavin didn't even bother with the others, just went straight for the one he felt would be the perfect fit.

"You think too highly of me, Nines..." He wanted to argue, but he couldn't get a word out, staring at the man's hand with the ring holding his own, a matching band on his finger. "But I like you. I really fucking like you. To the point where... I would not care if others find out about us, about who I am. Because I wouldn't want to hide being with you."

Oh.

Nines finally looked up and looked at his lover, admiring the blushing cheeks, the way Gavin's hair moved in the wind. He could stare at him all day and night.

"Maybe I'm losing my mind, but recently... another reason why I haven't been sleeping well perhaps, is being apart from you. I've been having the weirdest dreams that would be nightmares to me not long ago. But once they were about you..." Gavin sighed, drinking some water before finally meeting his gaze.

"I wouldn't mind being yours."

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The atmosphere felt a little tense as they enjoyed the rest of their date, just walking around, looking at random trinkets, even purchasing those dream catchers, a matching pair. But the entire time neither let go of the other's hand.

Nines's words weighed heavily on his mind, and his own response to that. But as much as he tried to find fault, there was none. He knew, deep inside, that what he said was true.

For all of his life he hated the idea of anyone having any power over him. He fought back, even physically if he had to, bit back with enough snark to alienate everyone around him. Gavin had long since accepted that he would always be alone and that was fine with the man since he knew how to keep busy and keep himself entertained.

And then Nines entered his life and nothing made sense.

His heart would race and he began to start to look forward to every little interaction with the man. Professional or casual, teasing or sweet, he began to want more. And that night at the bar he tried to ignore what he felt, but gave in almost too willingly.

And things have spiralled since then and still kept going.

Now they were walking around, holding hands, the new ring on his finger almost too significant. He could no longer deny how much he liked the man, how badly he wanted to be with him. And even protecting his own identity would take a back-seat as long as he could be with him.

The only problem remaining was the secret of what he was, but at this point he was too scared of losing Nines. So instead, he decided on the stupidest thing ever.

Unless the man would as him directly, he would keep that secret buried and die with it if needed.

The darkness of that was always in the back of his mind, but each time Nines smiled at him, kissed him, or merely squeezed his hand, it dispersed for a moment and the fog lifted. Maybe they could be happy after all.

They indulged in some mulled wine as the market wrapped up, fireworks exploding in the sky, reflecting on the river lazily flowing by. Nines's arm was tightly wrapped around his waist and Gavin kept fiddling with the band on his finger. And yes, he was aware it was not that kind of ring, but still... he loved it.

The drive back was oddly short for some reason. They barely spoke, just held hands, and Nines took them straight to his place. By this point Gavin had so many things there. His laptop so he could work on new designs, his bag with the tablet that had all the important information. Many outfits to choose from, though for sleep he still preferred something from Nines's closet. A couple mugs that doubled the capacity of any liquid inside compared to what he had.

But it was the same for Nines. He had suits and casual clothes in Gavin's closet, the bathroom shelves now storing his favourite products. The kitchen pantry was filled with spices and staples Gavin wouldn't have dreamt of buying. He had a tablet at the man's place for when he was busy, so Nines would sit in the room with him and read half the time. The other was of course reserved to watching the designer in the creative process. Most of the time he was forgotten about until it was time to distract him with food or kisses. Often both.

It felt like they were living together, only switching up houses. There hasn't been a night they've spent apart for over a month. There was simply the need to be with the other and the couple of times they tried to separate, one would show up at the other's doorstep, or simply enter unable to keep away.

If this was what love felt like... then it was incredible.

Gavin felt nervous as the car pulled up. They grabbed their things and went in, Nines locking the door behind them before carrying the bag of records to the display case. And then he carefully stacked them all, showing off the special one in another case.

"Are you hungry? I could whip up something quick." Gavin took off his jacket and hung it up, his gaze lingering on the ring.

"In a way..." He set his phone on the coffee table, then walked up to Nines and pulled him close, staring up into his eyes for a moment before kissing him. "I'm hungry for someone really special." He whispered into the kiss.

It was as if he had said a spell, because the next thing he knew he was being lifted up and carried upstairs, lips on his own and strong hands groping his rear. With a groan he kissed the man back, not in the least worried about falling. He trusted Nines. He trusted him completely.

The bedroom door banged against the wall as he was carried in, the kiss never breaking as Nines carried him to the bed and laid him down onto it, eager hands already working on his clothes.

And just as eagerly he let him, the top sliding off and falling beside the bed as Gavin slid his hands over his lover's chest, tugging at the cloth. A moment later it was off and he could touch bare chest, the heat matching his fingers. The desire was burning hot inside him and the only remedy was his lover. Only Nines could handle the flame inside him without being burned.

Their clothes vanished at a rapid pace, both eager to have the other nude, to feel the warm skin without any barriers. Nines never stopped kissing his lover once they were all gone, the only thing left being their new rings. And while they were not engagement rings, who was to say there wasn't anything more important than that?

"Gavin..." Whispering he began to kiss a path down his neck, over his chest, lips lingering on a perky nipple to tease it some more, drawing the most luscious moans from his lover. There would never come a day when he would tire of those sensual sounds.

Nines made his way lower and lower, soon spreading his lover's legs wider as his mouth descended onto the man and in turn he was rewarded with the sweetest moan. A hand slid into his hair, fingers sliding through it, but he simply resumed what he was doing, sucking ad licking, his tongue never resting. Strong thighs pressed against the sides of his head, squeezing lightly as the man used his tongue to tease the other, drawing a most delectable noise from him.

He felt Gavin whine, heard him complain, and then tense and cry out. Nines swallowed around him without hesitation, smug about what he achieved once he pulled away and stared at him. Gavin looked properly undone, his cheeks pink with a blush, eyes glassy with pleasure. If he weren't falling in love before, then he definitely was now.

"Gavin..." Breathed the man. "I want to make you mine... all mine..." They were both fully aware of the implication. And what the consequences would be. Taking that one final step would affect Gavin more than Nines and that was the one reason the Omega wanted to never do it.

At least until he met Nines.

"I-I want... you." Gavin gasped out as the mouth descended again. It felt almost too hot, his skin almost burning where Nines touched him and his desire was more than obvious. "Stop... teasing me..." But the other only sucked harder, squeezing his thighs before the hands slid down to his rear. He did seem to have somewhat of a thing for his ass, always touching it, brushing up against it. And like this, squeezing it. The bite marks he would leave kept being renewed.

Gavin ended up sliding his fingers through Nines's hair, messing it up even more as the mouth and tongue were getting more intense. Was he planning on making him come so quickly? Because at this point Gavin could not even hold back, Nines being in full control. And there was little warning he could give when it call became too much, his body tensing up, the hot mouth still on him.

"I will never have enough of you." Nines was whispering now, nuzzling his inner thigh before biting the man, leaving another mark.

"You're... such a deviant..." Gavin panted.

"Hm, you made me into one." Smiling up at him, Nines sat up a little so he could enjoy the view he had. His own erection was throbbing, but he wanted to let Gavin rest a little first.

"Don't even think about it. We're not waiting. I need you." He could see the wheels turning in his head, the hesitation. "Nines..."

"If I asked you to be mine... what would your answer be?" Serious, the Alpha caressed his cheek. "By now you're all I think about when we are together and apart."

"In a way, I already am, aren't I? But there's one thing left." There would be no turning back, no undoing it. There was no divorce, nothing that would undo being his mate.

And yet he found a yearning for that, a strange desire and excitement, maybe a bit of nervousness about what would happen. Gavin looked at the ring on his finger and smiled. "Maybe it's time we make this official."

"Gavin, are you-"

"Nines." Fixing him with a stare, Gavin held his gaze, then smiled and nodded. Pulling Nines down and into a kiss he didn't even hesitate to press as close to the man as he could.

Nines didn't hold back when it came to kissing him, downright claiming his mouth as his hands wandered all over his body. And his excitement grew even more. Gavin wanted this as much as he did and after tonight they would be together. He could barely refrain from biting him now, but he knew he had to do that properly.

Fingers teased the smaller man's entrance like many times before and he knew exactly how to work him open, easing a digit inside him. Even if his desire was downright overwhelming, he refused to rush this important part and risk hurting him. Plus, it gave him more sweet moans to listen to and he got to enjoy the way Gavin clung to him again. Were it not for his own overwhelming desire, he could tease him all night long.

But when Gavin drew away from him and laid onto his stomach, lifting his hips, Nines was rendered speechless. They mostly avoided this position and now... Gavin was literally showing him what he wanted.

It felt different when he pressed inside him. Hotter, tighter even as he pushed fully in, already on edge. Gavin was hard again, recovering rather quickly, and moaning into the pillow something that sounded suspiciously like the Alpha's name.

"Mine..." The possessiveness he'd felt for so long now was coming in in full swing now and Nines rocked his hips forward, his hands gripping the man's hips. The strangest sensation was coming over him and soon he began to move properly, filling him again and again, thrusting harder when Gavin moaned his name.

And as he leaned down, mouth dangerously close to that one spot, he was once again aware of how well they fit together, as if two pieces of a whole. But he didn't bite him just yet. No, instead he continued to move, one hand stroking his lover and teasing him as he claimed him as he had many times before. His body moved on an instinct, harder and faster and Gavin responded by pressing back against him and gasping for more.

Everything around them faded into the background. This was all that mattered, making Gavin his was the only thing on his mind. Groaning he lightly nipped his shoulder, almost salivating at the idea of making the man his mate.

"Gavin..." This was... the last chance to stop him, when he had the last of his mind still worried.

"Yours..." Gavin whispered softly.

That was the proverbial nail in the coffin of his restraint.

His teeth sank into the one spot and blood filled his mouth. At the same time his hips snapped forward once more just as Gavin tensed up, his cry almost broken. Blood filled his mouth and Nines eagerly swallowed, biting his tongue to let his own flow and mix with the other's. He came deep inside his lover as Gavin spilled into his hand, shaking like a leaf. It felt like it lasted long minutes when mere seconds passed.

And just like that, the connection clicked into place and a whole new sensation flooded his senses, an awareness of his mate, his feelings, the way his hair smelled and skin tasted more intense. Any more and he would be able to hear his thoughts no doubt.

Not pulling away, or pulling out, Nines remained exactly as he was, tongue lapping at the last of the blood he spilled before he kissed the mark. His heart felt all warm, beating in sync with his lover's while his mind felt calm.

He wanted to say those words, those stupid little words, but this was bigger than just love. This was proof of his feelings for the man and the same for Gavin. The man wouldn't have even considered this if there wasn't love.

Gavin's breathing was still laboured and eventually Nines pulled out, reluctantly so, to ensure he was fine. And Gavin never looked more stunning.

His skin was flushed, lips swollen from too much kissing, grey eyes downright silver, his hair a mess. A sensation of wonder came over Nines, as if he was seeing him for the first time. And Gavin was all he ever dreamed of.

"I love you." Maybe the words were easier to get out than he thought. "I love you so much, Gavin." He didn't wait for a reply, instead he kissed him, aware that the coppery tank of blood was still on his tongue. And he didn't care, only eager to kiss him until neither could breathe and then some more.

"Nines..." A hand touched his face and he nuzzled into it. "You're like a cat."

"Meow." Nines didn't even try to sound like one. "I think I prefer a tiger."

"That's just a big cat." Gavin argued softly, still riding the high. He felt odd, as though something he wasn't aware of began to make sense. A piece of himself appearing that he didn't know was missing in the first place. All because of Nines.

"How... do you feel?" The question was tentative, a bit of worry in the man's voice and Gavin smiled.

"Sore in the best way. And... sticky." He didn't mind the former, used to it by now, but the other sensation was not entirely pleasant.

"Hm, how about a bath then? That will help you relax as well." Such a strange conversation to be having after he marked the man, and yet... it felt right.

"Depends; are you willing to keep your hands to yourself?" Gavin knew the answer already.

"Absolutely not and I can promise you that, darling." He kissed the man again. "I'll get the bath started." Reluctant once more, Nines pulled away to start on the bath.

Gavin just reached out, touching the back of his neck, feeling how sore it was, how warm, the imprints of the man's teeth in his skin.

The one thing he had been terrified of his entire life happened and he wanted it to. He didn't feel that different, but he knew that things were going to change more now.

He had a mate now.

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"I still feel that you could bring more stuff over, Gavin." Nines nuzzled the top of the man's head as they cuddled on the couch, watching movie. Opening his mouth a moment later to be fed popcorn he flicked his tongue over Gavin's fingers. "I mean..."

"I know what you mean, but you know what I wear. By now I practically have all my favourite clothes at your place. I have my laptop here so I can work, all the important stuff I use every day. At this point I feel like I'm using my house as a storage unit rather than, well, a house." Gavin smiled up at him. "And we can't just move in together."

"But why not?" There it was, the thing Nines was trying to casually lead up to.

"Because right now, no one else knows about us like this. I mean sure, my parents and brother know we are dating, but that's it. And they don't know that we're basically... a real couple now." It still felt strange to admit that.

The bite mark healed rapidly, but it was there, a constant presence, throbbing softly.

"Maybe in the future we could get a house together. A new one... so all our things can fit in it comfortably." Gavin was rolling a piece of popcorn between his fingers.

"Hm, maybe with a pool? I thought I would have one built, but decided against it later. But I would love to see you get all wet." Nines could easily picture it in his mind.

"You want a pool... so you can see me wet?"

"Well, and to do other things in it, too." Of course. Gavin rolled his eyes and shifted a little in the strong embrace.

"Then let's save all the big moving for when we do that. Get a house together, with a pool so you can have your way with me in it. Maybe I will design you a mermaid tail so you can swim around..." Now there was an idea.

"I guess that makes sense... the big moving part, not the mermaid tail." Sometimes he had trouble telling when the man was joking.

"But you'd make such a handsome merman, Nines." Chuckling he fed him more popcorn and kissed him.

"Would that make you the prince who kisses me to make me human, hm?" Gavin all dressed up in a periodic costume actually sounded really lovely. Where would be an opportunity to see that happen?

"Not sure about a prince, but I could be a knight." Laughing when he just went along with the fantasy, Gavin closed his eyes. "You're more like a prince than anyone I've ever met."

"Then I am your prince." Leaning down he kissed the man, his fingers sliding underneath Gavin's shirt. Well, his shirt, but Gavin claimed it that morning and so it was his now.

"My prince Charming." Whispering as he kissed the man back, Gavin smiled and relaxed in his arms. Yes, this was all sweet and pleasant ad utterly relaxing, but he knew that tomorrow they had to go back to work. Would things be fine or different? They already decided to have lunch together, which was nothing new.

"All yours, darling." Nines smiled, the new connection making him even more affectionate. Hiding that at work would be difficult, but he knew the right spots where he could drag the man to. Plus, he could always claim to be in a private meeting or lock the door in Gavin's office.

The movie was picking up in pace and Nines could only think about Gavin. What to make him for breakfast. How to sneak off with the man during work hours. How lovely he smelled and how well his body fit against his own. How the man stepped into his office and turned his entire world upside down. That one day set off a chain of events and he loved the result that came of it.

He wasn't aware that someone could feel this happy. His childhood was fine, same with his adolescence and becoming an adult. But he never had that true feeling of joy in his life until he met Gavin. He liked to think that in a way they have always been meant to be together. And now he was holding his future in his arms. The stubborn man changed his outlook on life and everything that mattered and he loved him for it and so many more things.

Being in love felt so strange, and liberating at the same time. And sure, maybe he was riding that high a bit too much, but he felt that he had every right to enjoy it to the fullest. And every time he looked at Gavin he just smiled, aware that his life would be different now with him in it. And different in the best of ways.

Nuzzling him again, Nines didn't even bother trying to figure out what was happening on screen, his focus entirely on Gavin.

Holding him like this he found out so many things. Like the fact that the designer definitely had a six-pack, since he kept running his fingertips over it. Or that he had quite a few scars, faded ones mostly, on his body. And he craved to know the story behind each and every one of them.

His nose had the perfect slope, the scar across it only adding to his bad-boy charm. And his lashes were so incredibly long, giving his eyes that sultry look. There were times when he thought the man put on eyeliner and all things considered, it made sense. But no. His lashes were thick and dark, framing his eyes, making his eyes like pools of pure silver. And his lips were so plush and pink, perfect for kissing.

He adored the way he would blush, the tips of his ears turning pink before it even reached his face. And he would bite his lip when nervous. His hair was so soft, making him look younger than he was when all messy and Nines did love messing it up.

The more he observed the man, the more things to love he found.

"I can feel you staring at me, you know." Gavin said, holding up more popcorn that the Alpha gladly took.

"I can't help it. My mate is so handsome and adorable and I just..." Nines sighed. He had been calling Gavin his mate since last night, using it more than the man's time whenever he addressed him and it was both sweet and a bit embarrassing. "I have to get my fill of watching you now, because if I do this tomorrow someone will notice."

"You'll do it anyway." Gavin teased and Nines could only laugh.

"Of course I will. But I promise to be less obvious about it." Or at least try.

Gavin was his mate now and he had every right to stare at him, watch him, admire him. But there was the big issue of no one else being aware of them being together, much less about them being mated now. And a big part of him wanted to keep this their secret, something only they would know.

But there was the Alpha part of him that wanted to announce it to the world, make them all know that Gavin Reed was off the market and he would fight anyone who would dare proposition the man. He wanted them to know that Gavin was his mate.

All in due time. Right now they had to adjust to the new dynamic in their relationship, though he was not entirely sure what changes it would bring.

He glanced to the screen, watching one of the characters for a moment, then looked back at his lover. "You know, if you let your hair and facial hair grow out, you would give that Aragorn guy a run for his money. Your features are more striking though."

"Long hair's a pain to take care of though. And it would get in the way." Gavin munched on some popcorn and looked up at him again. "But I've been actually considering letting it grow out to see what it looks like." Smiling he fed Nines more popcorn. "So, you want me with long hair?"

"I want you, Gavin. long hair, short hair, no hair, doesn't matter. All I want is you and that's it." Smiling he pressed another kiss to the top of his head, then nuzzled him, army wrapped tightly around the man. "Hm, our bodies fit so well together, it's like we were meant to be. Like one of those Fated Pair couples." But those were only between an Alpha and an Omega.

He felt Gavin tense up a little.

"Yea? Sounds weird to me if I'm honest."

"Right? It's like some weird fantasy story where they are simply meant to be together. But what if they never meet? Break up? What if one of them dies? I would rather be with you the way we are right now, babe."

But now Gavin could not stop thinking about the Fated Pair and what it meant. Nines didn't know, of course, and Gavin doubted they were one of those couples, but what would happen if the man would lose interest in him?

It was just a stupid legend, a myth that some people wanted to believe in so as to romanticise the whole thing. But Gavin was not into romance too much, only recently starting to consider such things because of Nines. But that didn't mean there was fate involved in their relationship on any way, of course. After all, Nines still didn't know. And if Gavin had his way, he never would.

But just how long would this last? There was no chance in Hell this would remain a secret forever. Their own relationship, his identity, none of those would remain secrets.

"I don't think I believe in that thing, but I do believe it was fate that we met. Or whatever you want to call that chance of you walking into my office." Nines nuzzled him again. "Hm, you always smell so good. And even better now."

"Some things will never change, I guess." Gavin tilted his head up and pulled Nines into a kiss, eager to forget them even talking about that fate nonsense.

"Hm, and some do, for the best no less." The man purred, reaching to let his hand tease him underneath the blanket.

"Nines... we did it like two hours ago..." Whined the man softly.

"That long already? Hm, better fix that, shall we?" He set the popcorn bowl aside. The only mess he planned to make was of his lover. "Let me show you just how much I love you."

There was no way Gavin could refuse that, of course.

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Erasing the line he just drew he tried again, zooming in to add more detail to the cuff, then erased that and redid it. For the fourth time it seemed, or was it the fifth? Regardless, his movement was rather restricted at the moment and his usual precision was lacking. Shifting a little he pouted

"You know, I'm perfectly fine." The arms around his waist did not even budge and with a sigh he tilted his head. "I said-"

Nines kissed him and he never got to finish the sentence.

"I heard you the first time. I also know that we went to bed really late because you are so irresistible and I lack self-restraint when it comes to you, so now I feel responsible. Because I am the one responsible for your current state." How that factored into holding him so close made no sense to the designer, but he knew he could not argue. "Didn't think you'd be working over the weekend though..."

"I always do. I get bored if I watch too much TV and it's not like I have anywhere else to be. Not that I could walk far anyway." With a grin he felt the arms tighten and Nines hide his face in his neck, muttering yet another apology.

After what happened it was like a spell came over them. And when he woke up this morning he thought he would have regrets, hate the man, be in pain from the ordeal of it all, but instead he just felt... content? That seemed like the best word for that. The mark was still tender to the touch, throbbing with slight warmth, but he barely paid attention to the feeling. Because for the first time in forever things simply felt right, as if this was the way the should have been for a long time.

"Don't be like that, Nines. Your pouting doesn't work on me anyway." Gavin laughed and saved his work on the tablet, then put it away, setting it on the coffee table beside their drinks. Working was impossible with Nines clinging to him like this, but he didn't exactly mind it either. The warmth was perfect for this time of year and he liked that he could feel the man's heartbeat against his back. "Well... maybe it works a little bit."

"I love you, Gavin." The muffled words were still perfectly audible. Nines seemed to really enjoy saying them. Since that happened he's said it no less than a dozen times, possibly more. "I never even believed in love until you came along, strutting into my office like you owned it. I never imagined it felt this intense."

"Nines..." Sighing he shifted a little so he could look at the man. Smiling, his cheeks flushed and eyes almost too bright of a blue. "I love you too, but don't go all poetic on me, okay? Makes me feel... weird."

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"Dunno..." It was just so awkward to hear anyone talk like that to him when most regarded him as less than they were. Reaching for his hand he smiled when he felt the ring on his finger.

"You know... I always thought it takes someone years to fall in love. To just... know they want to be with someone. Feels like it took us a week." Even admitting that this was love felt odd to Gavin, but he could not deny what he felt

"Hm, it's been longer than that. With all the work going on and how rarely we could go out on actual dates... doesn't feel like that long. But we've basically spent every weekend together since that night. By now that takeout place knows our order because we get the same thing every Sunday, too."

"Told ya the food is great." Gavin grinned at him, only to be kissed.

"Yes, the great Gavin Reed was right about so many things. Can't find out what else you were right about." Nines smiled at him and looked at the empty takeout on the coffee table. "I still stand by it not being exactly healthy to eat every week."

"Hm, sure, but considering how much workout I have been recently getting, I think I just might have it more often. Or those tacos. Maybe pizza. Oh, how about a nice, juicy burger?" Teasing him even more he laughed.

"You're impossible. But that's another reason why I was so drawn to you. And next time I'm cooking. I will make you something delicious and juicy that will make you forget about those trash burgers." So many reasons he wouldn't know where to start. Even the things he found irritating at first were now endearing.

"I do love your cooking." He had no idea that someone like Nines would be akin to a fucking chef! He found it funny the first time the man complained about his lack of 'essentials' for cooking, but after he found out what he could make with basically nothing he made sure the fridge was well-stocked.

"More than you love me?" There it was again and Gavin tilted his head.

"No, I love you more than anything." So easy and natural to say words he never even considered. So when Nines kissed him next he didn't think twice about it, the blankets soon slipping away and off to the floor as a whole different warmth enveloped him.

---

Work resumed as normal come Monday. And the next day. And the one after. In fact, the whole week was as ordinary as it could be. Between meetings with some investors and the staff, Nines spent most of his time in his office to work on the new campaign. But every possible moment he took to his phone to message his lover.

Lover.

They were lovers now. Partners. Mates.

The panic of what he had done faded by the next evening and he was rather easily settling into this new, permanent arrangement. Even now as he looked at the ring, and thought of its twin on Gavin's finger, he could not stop himself from smiling.

He never believed in love. Relationships. Destiny. Marriage. All the shit others dreamed of was a pile of desperate illusions. And yet now he was in a relationship and acting lovesick when they were apart for half a day. He was in love with someone he didn't even think he could tolerate. And whether or not it was destiny didn't matter. But with each day his opinion on marriage was shifting.

Their matching rings were just that, rings. But he could easily picture replacing the silver band with a gold one. Something special and custom. Was this the bond between them putting thoughts into his head or just his own selfish desire? There was no way to tell, but also no reason for it to matter.

Was there a way to contact that blacksmith from the market? Andre or whatever his name was... He would know for sure what kind of band would be the most suitable for someone as unique as Gavin.

No, it was too soon to think about things like that, or at least he was trying to tell himself so. Shaking his head as if it would help free him from those thoughts, Nines groaned and leaned back in his chair. But the more he thought about Gavin and how he felt about the man the more it just made sense. He loved Gavin, he loved that arrogant and cocky designer. That meticulous and determined and headstrong man. That sweet and endearing brunet who stole his heart.

With a sigh, Nines looked at his phone. Almost time to leave and go home. Tonight they have planned to go to Gavin's place, though at this point it felt as if they lived in both houses. Maybe they could get one together? They could easily afford it after all.

"Fuck..." He had to stop thinking about those things and do so now. Marriage, moving in together, all of that would be too fast and too soon. Even if they were mates... or maybe-

Fuck! How am I so deeply in love already?

"Gavin..." Nines felt a smile tugging on his lips just saying his name. "I can't stop thinking about you, darling... are you thinking about me, too?"

---

"Sir!" Josh peeked into the office, effectively startling its inhabitant, causing him to move up too quickly and a loud bang shoot the whole shelf.

Rubbing the back of his head, Gavin pulled away from the shelf and glared. He thought he got used to how high-energy the younger man was, but apparently he was mistaken.. "What? I'm right here." Still massaging the back of his head Gavin stood back up, holding an oversized jar of what appeared to be buttons he sighed. "What is it?"

"Um, your brother, Mr. Kamski, is here." Josh looked away, feeling bad. Though a part of him was holding back laughter at how comical it was. "I can tell him to leave if-"

"Fucking Eli, I swear..." Setting the jar down he glared at it. He wanted to find the right samples for the current designs, but that would have to wait. And though he could just have Elijah leave, he knew better. That man would not be deterred easily. "I'll take care of this, don't worry." And with that he stormed out of his office, ignoring his assistant calling after him about someone else being there.

He should have listened.

And while he was told that Elijah came, he didn't expect to see Chloe there as well. And she looked as lovely as ever, already chatting to an employee while her husband stood off to the side, not daring to intervene. Gavin instantly noticed the pant-suit she had on, as it was one he made for her, the royal blue making her fair hair glow even more. Though maybe it was just the light, but the waistcoat appeared a little too tight. Maybe she buckled it wrong?

"What are you doing here? And hi there, Chloe, always lovely to see you again." Gavin smiled at her, completely ignoring his sibling as he gave her a big hug. Pulling away he looked her up and down. "Still can't believe you married that dork."

"I'm right here!"

"I know."

"Why, hello to you too, Gav." Elijah rolled his eyes, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Chloe wanted to see where you worked and all, so I tagged along. But I also need to check in with the big boss about the software your company uses and the next steps he wants to undertake regarding the new updates I've been working on. As we're doing an upgrade soon and he had to decide if he wants the full upgrade or a partial one, and where that would lead."

"... so why are you on my floor instead of dealing with that?" Gavin stared at him, fully aware of the staff watching. Let them. He didn't care.

"That's what I asked, but apparently it's his duty as your older brother to be a pain in the ass. Now, how about you run along, darling, so I can spend some quality time with my sweet brother-in-law?" Chloe just about lit up the room with her smile. And when Elijah opened his mouth to argue she smiled even more. "Elijah..."

The man tensed up. "Ah, yea, you're right. I shouldn't keep him waiting." Elijah leaned in and kissed her, then smiled. "I'll call you the moment I'm done. Let's all have dinner together. That includes you, Gavin."

"I-" Gavin made the mistake of glancing at Chloe and that very second he froze. Those deep blue eyes were saying something he should not mention in front of all the staff. "Ah, maybe, I'll message you once I see if I'm busy." That look, those intense blue hues. There was only one other person who could possibly affect him like this, his eyes even more intense and downright glowing, but she had the same presence. And she was the true alpha of their marriage.

"Wonderful! I will just chat with Gavin, so don't get into any trouble, darling." Chloe had the loveliest smile and Elijah left after one more kiss. And while Gavin adored this woman, he knew she was smarter than she let on.

"So, want a tour? Not that this place is big or anything, but it's pretty fucking neat." Gavin smiled at her. The staff seemed to relax with the big Kamski gone, returning to their tasks, though he could tell Josh was still alert.

"I would love a tour." Chloe beamed at him. Hooking her arm through his she winked. "Show me everything."

---

"Gavin..." Staring at his phone, with no notification from Gavin to speak of, Nines was pouting. It's been hours since they kissed in the elevator and he felt the strangest longing ever since. Sure, they managed just fine all week long, but Gavin would send him random photos and message him through the day, like that half-dead succulent in his office, or a ridiculously large jar of buttons. But today? Nothing!

"Did I fuck up somehow?" Running his fingers through his hair he thought about their interactions that week, their talks, their private time, the way Gavin moaned his name-

"Shit!" Nines stood up, glaring at his desk. "Fine. I will go down and see you. That way you can tell me directly." All logic has gone out the window without as much as a goodbye as he grabbed his jacket and buttoned it up on his way out. His lover was ignoring his messages, so something was definitely up!

The elevator ride down seemed to take twice as long, but the moment the door opened he stomped out. Just how busy was Gavin to not reply even once? And even though this was the designer floor, as the one in charge he had full rights and authority to enter. But he wasn't there for them or their work. He was there for Gavin!

Nearly slamming the door open, Nines looked around.

The staff were all busy and working, most not even looking over, though a couple raised their heads, whispered something, and then resumed what they have been tasked with. Though to him that simply showed their dedication. But where was Gavin? The ugly mannequins were stacked up into a pyramid in a corner, the podium showing a sole one that had a half-done suit on it, but not even a trance of the man anywhere. But he could feel it, that strange pull that guided him to his mate. And while he had yet to get used to that sensation, in a way he cherished it. And now he let it lead him along to Gavin's office. Opening the door without as much as a knock he felt almost anxious.

"Gavin?" Stepping in he stared at his lover, worry written all over his handsome face. And then he noticed the familiar, lovely blonde woman staring back at him.

"Nines? What are you doing here?" Gavin stood up, quickly walking over. "Are you okay?" A hand reached out to touch his face and he leaned into it, nuzzling his lover's palm. "It's fine, everything's fine."

"I thought... never mind..." Gavin was unharmed. That was all that mattered to him. For a moment, the mere thought of him being not fine gave him the darkest of thoughts and that made a whole new feeling take over.

"Oh, Nines! How have you been?" Chloe stood up, smiling as sweetly as ever. "You look rather feverish... is this because of Gavin?" All innocent, she smiled even more. But that smile said more than any words ever could. As if someone dumped cold water on him, he snapped back into focus instantly.

"I-I'm fine. Nice to see you again." Nines now calmed down thanks to his lover's presence, gave her a warm smile and gently shook her hand Why was she here? The last time they met, and the first, she was lovely and sweet. But for some reason he was vary of the woman right now.

"You don't look fine." Gavin muttered, staring at him, brushing his fingers through the man's hair. "What's wrong? And don't try lying to me. You know it's only gonna piss me off."

Nines looked at him, trying to think of a way out, something that would not make him seem so pathetic, but there was nothing. "You... didn't message me once today. Not once." Muttering he looked down. "I thought something was wrong. That something happened to you." Just how pathetic was he going to act, merely just because his boyfriend didn't message him once?

"Nines... that-"

"That's so sweet!" Chloe beamed at him, not caring one bit that she interrupted Gavin. "To be so worried about Gavin you must really care for him. Oh, and you have been downright glowing since I've seen you last." Taking the Alpha's hand she smiled even more and then just stared at it, eyes fixed on the ring before she met his gaze again.

"Um... yea..." Nines looked at her and the instant he did he felt as if he had been engulfed in a vortex. She was... shit! How hadn't he seen this before? The way she was, her attitude and confidence, her stride and demeanour, and the way she had her husband wrapped around her little finger. It was all there but he was so focused on impressing Gavin's parents he never thought about it.

Chloe was an Alpha, rare as they were, and she could read him like a book!

"Oh, don't look so disstressed. We've met before and you're Gavin's boyfriend! The first and only one he introduced to the family. You're basically part of the family now. Never mind that you're really hot, smart, and stylish to boot!" Chloe laughed and looked at her brother-in-law.

"Chloe... please..." Groaning, Gavin was trying to think of a way out. "How about some coffee?"

"Y-Yea, sounds good." Nines was startled by how welcoming the woman was. At least the man left, but still, she seemed to be the brains of the relationship.

"Have you got any tea? I'm working on restricting my caffeine intake." A simple and normal request, of course, but it made Gavin pause. He had been getting coffee with her for years, even scheduling coffee dates to try out new places, at least until he got too immersed in his work and barely saw his family. But her vanilla hazelnut double mocha order has been stuck in his head for years. Was this some new diet fad?

"Uh, sure? We have some nice fruit and herbal teas."

"Sounds lovely. Anything with lemon is fine with me. Then, how about we take this to your office, Gavin?" She just smiled again and without waiting for an answer made her way into the one office on the design floor that offered any privacy. And much to Gavin's surprise, Nines followed her, then looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"I can take care of the drinks, sir-I mean Gavin. We have a nice lemonbalm tea and I can add lemon and honey to it." Josh gently pushed him towards the office and Gavin had no choice but to enter. And though he had a strange feeling about this, he wasn't about to back down.

Besides, a nice chat with Chloe did sound rather lovely and since he would tell Nines about it anyway he didn't care. Settling around the coffee table he sat beside his lover, engaging in a brief conversation about how everyone has been until Josh brought the drinks and closed the door on his way out. And the moment there was no way of anyone else being able to hear them, Chloe smirked.

"You two look really good together. So sweet. I'm glad I get to see Gavin this happy." Chloe was downright beaming at them as Nines handed Gavin his favourite coffee mug.

Don't talk to me before OR after I've had my coffee.

"I just strive to be praised by him at least once a day. So far I've been on a streak of a couple of weeks." With a chuckle, Nines winked at him.

"Nines... what? You want to be praised by me?" Now this was news to him! "And since when has there been a streak?"

"Since the evening when I got to meet Chloe and your parents. And I guess your brother."

"So you've been keeping track? That's really romantic." Chloe laughed and looked at her brother-in-law. "Oh, don't look so surprised. The moment I saw Nines look at you that evening I knew he was around to stay. And it seems you two have got a lot closer ever since." She gave him a look, then directed her gaze to the tall Alpha. "Just so you know, I will not hesitate to hurt anyone who dares to hurt Gavin. That includes a man like you, Nines. I don't care about your position or society or power, I will hurt you if you dare-"

"Chloe-" Gavin interrupted her, but she held up her hand.

"No, I am not done. Elijah will figure it out soon as you are family, but the moment I saw you I knew, Gavin. I just have one question." She paused and looked from one man to the other. "And you know what it is. Be careful, I will know if either of you lie to me. So, was-"

"No, it was not forced." Gavin interrupted before the question could even come. "I-... I wanted it." Her eyes gleamed. "And I don't regret it."

Nines felt the tension in his shoulders leave, nervous about what she wanted to know. But to hear Gavin say those words made him feel more at ease. "I won't hurt him. I refuse to. Until Gavin came along I never even felt anything like this towards anyone, but ever since we met I had been aware of this... emptiness, this hole inside me. And now it's gone. I finally know what love feels like."

"That's-" Gavin started, but never got to finish. Those two simply loved to interrupt him,

"That's so adorable!" Chloe grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest, then chucked it aside and hugged Nines instead. "Welcome to the family, Nines. But I meant what I said. Don't you dare hurt Gavin, or you will find out exactly what I can do."

She gave him a tight squeeze before moving to hug Gavin.

"I can defend myself you know. And I wouldn't have let things go this far if I didn't believe in him. If I hadn't wanted it. Nines is... different from everyone else I've ever met. I feel safe with him and cared for." He accepted the kiss to his cheek.

"Gavin..." Downright beaming with joy, Nines smiled. "I love you so much."

"Don't go getting all mushy on me now." With a quick retort, Gavin grabbed his coffee and sipped the hot brew. At least this way he could blame the heat in his face on the coffee. And though it burned his tongue, it was fine,

"Of course, darling." But there was no stopping the smile on his face and Nines savoured the incredibly warm feeling in his chest. Being able to love Gavin was one thing, but to be able to tell someone? To know someone else was aware of their love and their relationship? Few things could compare to that.

"So, now that threatening your mate is out of the way, how about we talk about the holidays? Nines, what is your usual modus operandi?" Turning her attention to the tall man once more she reclaimed the pillow on her lap, taking off her heels to make herself comfortable.

What a strange question. "The holidays... sometimes I have dinner with father and Connor, unless we have work to do. Father is going to Paris this year for a conference, and Connor mentioned something about Japan, but I stopped listening when he started describing different types of sushi, so I'll just-"

"Wonderful! You'll just come to enjoy this special time with us." Chloe interrupted. "After all, you're part of the family now. And there is no way you can spend the time alone. Especially now that we have a reason to force Gavin to come. He's worked through the holidays and the last time he attended was two years ago."

"I was busy." Interjecting, Gavin huffed. "I had to work on stuff and it's not like-"

"Nonsense." Chloe gave him the look. "We've missed you each time and you barely picked up the phone. So this year, both of you have to come. It's not like we're throwing a party. It will be much the same as last time, only with more decorations and some presents. Gavin, everyone wants you to come. Eli wanted to ask you himself, but I tagged along because I knew he would have to speak with Mr. Anderson and I could take over that talk."

"And you knew it's almost impossible for me to say no to you instead of telling him to fuck off." How did his brother land someone so beautiful, smart, and fucking wicked? Were he not gay, Gavin would have definitely fallen for her.

"Precisely. So, what will it be? Nines? Gavin?"

"Are you... inviting me to your family's holiday celebrations?" There was an odd tone to his voice and Gavin frowned. Why did he seem so shocked? Wasn't this a thing? They haven't been together for that long, sure, and only sealed the deal a while ago, but... why did his voice carry a tone of surprise and shock?

"Of course. Nines, you and Gavin are mates. That makes you part of the family. Not that they know, of course. Only I am aware of things since I watched Gavin grow up, more or less." Reaching out she took his hand. "And being alone sounds awful. So come and celebrate with us."

"Sounds good to me, babe." Gavin took another sip of the coffee, this time without burning his tongue. "I mean, I am making good headway with work, even private projects, and my parents adored you and have been texting me about bringing you over again. And... I would like to spend the holidays with you, too."

"Gavin..." They never even discussed this, but to hear him say that in front of Chloe meant a lot. Nines never cared for any family-centric holidays since his mother left and Hank was always busy. Eventually he just stopped caring. "I would... like to celebrate with you and your family." What would it be like to be surrounded by them during a big holiday?

"Then it's settled." Truly happy with them agreeing, Chloe slowly sipped the tea. "Don't worry about a thing, just think about enjoying yourself, Nines."

"Should I come by and help with anything?"

"No need, I had Elijah detangle the lights and put them up over the weekend. He tried to hide in his office and pretend to be busy. So I just dragged him out and made him do that while Janet and I went shopping. All you two have to do is show up and have a good time. Does three o'clock sound good? That way we can hang out before dinner."

"Oh... okay. Can I just ask one question?" Still startled by the sudden invitation. When she nodded he looked to Gavin, then down at the coffee mug in his hands, the weight of the question so unfamiliar. "Why? Why would you invite me in the first place since Gavin and I haven't been together for that long?"

"Nines..." Gavin reached out to take his hand. But he was also curious about this.

"Well, you're part of the family now. And everyone liked you from the moment you interacted with them. Elijah respects you, and that's about as much affection as he would express towards someone dating his little brother. Even if you two were still only dating, nothing would change. You are a delight. That night when you came for dinner-"

"You mean when we were tricked?"

"Of course. Oh, I have no doubt Eli claimed it was his idea. Please, we all know who's the brains in this marriage." She smirked at them and Gavin nearly choked. "That night was the first time we all managed to see Gavin in... actually I can't recall. He didn't come the year before, and showed up only briefly during Christmas to drop off presents and chat before leaving. But that night, he chose to stay even though you were tricked. And I would bet you asked if he wanted to go home instead."

"... I did." She positively beamed at him.

"The moment I saw you two I know this wasn't going to be a fling. That there was more. Because in all the years I have known Gavin, I have never seen him so relaxed around someone, smiling that way when he thinks no one is looking. And the looks you give him... call me a romantic, but I think you two were meant to be." Finishing her tea and setting the mug down she sighed. "No one will force you to come, but we want you to attend."

"We will." Gavin said softly. "We'll come."

"Yes." Giving his lover's hand a gentle squeeze he smiled at his mate. "We'll be there."

"I'm looking forward to it. We all are. Oh, and do bring gloves. Spencer has been talking about a proper snowball fight for days now and he's been talking about a two-versus-two thing."

Gavin let out a groan, sparking his partner's curiosity. When he noticed the inquisitive look he sighed. "Dad used to take us to the backyard and go all out against me and Eli when we were kids. We never won. When Elijah left for college, we kinda forgot about it. The one time I attended years ago we tried, thinking he got older, but no dice. That was before Eli married Chloe."

"But now the teams should be even."

"What about you and mum?"

"Oh please, someone has to keep track and make the hot chocolate to warm you up. Hm, it's about time. I should go meet with my husband and give him the good news." Chloe stood up and so did the two.

"Allow me to escort you then. I would also like to ask you some more things." Like what presents to bring. He didn't know them that well after all. Though he had a general idea... at least for the parents.

"That would be lovely. See you at Christmas, Gavin." She kissed his cheek, leaving a light lipstick print behind and winked.

And as if jealous, Nines quickly pulled him in, using his sleeve to wipe the makeup off and kissed him properly. "I'll pick up dinner and meet you at your place tonight." He whispered once he pulled away, then moved to escort the blonde woman.

He should definitely take notes on the presents.

Shit, what should he get his mate??

Chapter Text

"Nines... what the fuck is all of that?" Gavin watched his lover pile bags onto his arms as if it were nothing, not even looking up from the car's trunk as he did so.

"Presents, of course. Since no one gave me a clear list of wants, I had to improvise." Adding the final bag to his arm he closed the hood and smirked. "And I asked you to go shopping with me and you blew me off. If I recall correctly, you said you'd rather listen to your brother whine about some kind of programme. So I had to make do, as one might say."

And with that he slid all bags to one arm and took Gavin's hand in his recently freed one, bringing it to his lips. "It's my first Christmas with your parents. I have to make a good impression." He was truly determined to ensure they liked him and considered him a good partner for their son.

"Babe, you did that months ago. And just by being here you are on a pedestal. Which also means that I'll have to stop mum from planning our non-existent wedding." Not that anything like that was happening soon. Or ever. He was enjoying this kind of relationship, even if it was secret. Or at least he felt that it was fine to hide what they really were to each other.

"Oh please, I would first need to ask permission before asking you to marry me. And I imagine your mum would be delighted in helping plan our wedding."

"Ah, well, not like we need to worry about that, right?" Gavin did his best not to think about it too much. "Well, I did tell you that we don't do big presents. Mostly small trinkets and snacks." He glanced at the bags. "Which I assume is what you got?" Definitely not!

"Oh... I mean, yes, sure." What exactly was the definition of small, anyway? Nines decided to cling to his excuse of not being given any sot of guidance when it came to presents and smiled. Everything would be fine.

Walking up to the brightly lit front door he felt that spark of nervousness once more. And then Gavin barely rang the doorbell before it was pulled open and his mother was beaming at them.

"My boys!" There was no hesitation, or holding back, in her hug as she downright dragged them both inside. "Spencer is finishing up dinner, but the Reed family eggnog is ready and so is the decor. Come on in! Oh, and your ugly sweaters for tomorrow are in Gavin's old room." Beckoning them in she did not hold back helping them shrug off their coats, commenting on the 'vintage' stage of Gavin's, but then just smiled. "I'm so happy to see you again, Nines. You look even more handsome than the last time."

"Happy to see you as well, Janet." His cheeks were flushed and not just from the warmth. This welcoming ambience was simply lovely, something entirely new to him, but he was doing his best to hide that. Glancing about he smiled at her "Ah, where shall I set the presents?"

"Under the tree, darling. But you needn't have brought anything. We mostly just eat, drink and have fun. Oh, I hope you are ready for some fun games! One of my staff told me about this game called Cards Against Humanity and I bought the pack and some bonus ones! I watched some videos of people playing it and it was hilarious!"

"Um, mum? You know that game is like-"

"Not safe for work? And offensive? Of course, sweetie. You may think I am old, but I do keep up with trends. I have to, all things considered." Flipping her hair over her shoulder she smirked. "And I know how to look things up online. Now, how about you two boys get some eggnog or wine, hm? We also have cider and some alcohol-free drinks in the fridge. Oh, I gotta check on those cookies!" And with that she was off, humming in tune with the music.

"... sounds good." Gavin looked worried for a moment and Nines pulled him close. He should be the one reassuring Nines, and yet his lover was comforting him, fingers brushing up and down his back. "Didn't think we would end up playing that kind of game tonight..."

"Relax, everything will be fine." Pressing a kiss to his cheek Nines smiled, then slid his fingers through the dark hair, watching it fall right back. "You're too tense." He was like this the last time they came over as well. And true, Nines was worried as well since this was not just a random dinner. But at the same time he felt... good.

"I haven't attended a family Christmas in a while... and now I am here with my boyfriend no less. It feels weird." But he did smile at the tall man, leaning up to kiss him. "I'm just a bit nervous. Even though you met everyone already, this just... feels different."

"I know what you mean. This... it's all new to me." Kissing his lover back he hugged him closer.

"New? You don't celebrate Christmas?" Gavin pulled away and stared up at him, silver eyes filling with worry. "Nines-"

"It's not like that. My mother left early, and my father was usually busy. So mostly it was just Connor and I having dinner. I think... yea, twice our dad had dinner with us and we did the whole presents thing, but it never felt like a celebration. Or special. So this is... incredible." Nines stole another kiss from his lover. "And it makes me really happy to be able to share this moment with you, Gavin."

"...fuck, how can you be so damn cute?" Muttering, Gavin tugged him down into another kiss, forgetting all about where they were.

"Come on, knock it off. There's not even mistletoe above you!" Gavin's middle finger rose to the occasion as his brother's voice interrupted the sweet moment. But still, he eventually pulled away from Nines, smiling at his lover, then instantly glared at his sibling.
"Merry Christmas to you as well, little brother."

"You suck, Eli." Gavin huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Seems like someone is lacking holiday spirit." Nines chimed in, chuckling as he stepped over to the tree and began to set out the presents he got. Since he only had little information to work with, he did his best, but that also made him nervous. He was used to buying thing for his father and Connor, but now he actually shopped for things instead of instantly selecting the first option.

"I have plenty holiday spirit. In fact-"

"Eli! Quit yer yapping and set the damn table, kid!" Spencer's voice from the kitchen came loud and direct. Without hesitation the tech-genius set his glass down and marched to the kitchen, then the clinking of fine porcelain was heard.

"Should we help?" Nines stepped up to Gavin who just grinned and shook his head.

"If dad had wanted us to, he would have called our names. Let's grab a drink instead." And with that he gently pulled him towards the bar, his mother already polishing the glasses.

"What will it be, boys?" Pointing at the big selections of drinks, Nines felt odd as to what would be appropriate. And his silence spoke volumes.

"How about your famous spiced eggnog, mum?" She lit up and nodded, uncorking a shaker bottle and grabbing the spiced rum.

"Just leave it to me, honey. And Nines, darling, relax. You're part of the family now. Don't overthink it." Fixing up their drinks she handed them the loaded glasses with a grin. "Ta-daa! A family classic! Oh, I better make sure Spencer isn't raging in the kitchen. If you'd excuse me, boys." And with that she left, humming along with the music.

"Spiced eggnog?" Nines smelled the drink, but it seemed delightful. Taking a sip he licked his top lip. "Gavin, this is delightful!"

"Damn right it is!" Gavin beamed with pride, grinning at his lover. "Mum came up with this mix a couple years ago. No idea how or why, but no one is complaining."

"It's delicious." Nines slid his arm around his lover's waist and pulled him close. "Everyone in your family is so creative and talented." Pressing a kiss to his temple he smiled even more. "I simply adore you, Gavin."

"You two are to sweet together! Hey, Nines!" Chloe's voice interrupted the moment, but Gavin didn't mind for once. Pulling away from his lover he walked over to hug her.

"Don't tease us too much." Chuckling he pulled away and watched his lover walk over, giving her an awkward hug. Fuck... he loved this man.

The more he thought about it, about what happened, the less he doubted what he truly felt. He was in love with Nines. A feeling he never knew before was now so damn clear to him. Nines changed everything. And maybe this all happened too quickly, his feelings forming too rapidly, but he didn't care. A few months were enough for him to know what he felt.

"Gavin? Gavin!" Snapping out of it, the designer looked to his mother.

"Uh, yea?"

"Once you are done admiring your boyfriend, be a dear and grab the soda from the garage. Oh, and a bottle of the special alcohol-free wine we got. It has a light-blue label."

"Right, got it. And I was not staring!"

"Never said you were, Gavin, merely admiring my future son-in-law." She sipped her drink with an obvious smirk.

"Mum!"

"The drinks, Gav." Groaning he did not dare look at his lover, instead headed to the garage to grab what was needed. Which left Nines alone with the family.

"Ma'am-"

"Nines, I told you to use my name." She fixed him with a look. "And it's just a phrase. Gavin said himself that he never wants to get married. Doesn't see the point apparently." She sighed, shaking her head.

"Oh." Nines should not feel as disappointed as he was in that moment. He didn't care about marriage, never has, but for some reason to learn that Gavin shared that opinion made him feel upset.

"Though I wonder if he might change his mind if he were to find the right man. I mean, he wasn't interested in dating anyone either, yet here you are." And she winked at him, the kind of wink that carried far more than words could.

True. He had changed a lot since Gavin stepped into his office that day. Changed his mind on dating, being with someone and only them. Even something as simple as kissing that he never cared for was important as it allowed him to show affection towards his mate whenever he pleased.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Marriage was a strange thing. A ring, ceremony, everyone there to watch two people make a vow. Why would anyone bother with such things when partners could just live together? Not that Gavin and he did that, though they mostly spent time together at either of their houses. It was as if they lived together...

And when his lover returned with a pack of drinks, his gaze instantly went to his left hand.

Right, he already had a ring. The band that matched his own, so he knew the right size. Granted, it was not an engagement ring, or a wedding ring, but it wasn't like there was a rule about the material it had to be.

For the longest time the thought of wedding or marriages meant nothing, even repulsed him at times when it was suggested he does that to carry on the family name. Deflecting that task to his elder brother was easy though. But now? That feeling was gone and he even found himself smiling at the idea.

"What's on your mind?" Gavin finally rejoined him and he swiftly leaned in to kiss the man. "What was that for?"

"Being you."

---

Dinner that night went well, even a bit uneventful. The conversations shifted from work to hobbies to random interest, Nines once more caught off-guard when it came to football, but thankfully Gavin's father was more than happy to talk.

Eventually Elijah joined in and the three were involved in a discussion about air filters for some reason, but no one else cared. As they talked Gavin cleared the table, smiling as no one noticed. Shooing his mother and sister-in-law into the living room to relax he started on the dishes, actually enjoying having a moment to himself.

A moment to think.

Nines was here again, getting along and chatting. And no one except for Chloe knew the truth about them. Rubbing the back of his neck with his wet fingers he just sighed. Something so small and stupid holding so much significance never sat right with him, yet here he was, bearing a mark of his own. And the regret had yet to show up.

Could he even regret it?

Nines was charming and smart, witty and downright wicked when he had to be, never mind that he had an amazing body. Their interactions always left him feeling some kind of way, but he never imagined it would go this far.

And yet, he felt it would not last. Because even if the Alpha knew him inside-out, there was one thing he was unaware of. Even if it really did not matter in the long run as Gavin had taken care of he issue via surgery years ago, Nines disliked Omegas. And the one he made his mate was one.

He scrubbed a plate hard enough to break the enamel and hastily put it away, hoping his mother wouldn't notice.

"Why didn't you tell me to help you?" An arm slid around his waist, soft lips pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm not going to order you around. Besides, seemed like you were busy talking about air filters or something." Gavin didn't look up, cleaning a bowl now. But the dish-rack was nearly full.

"Oh yes, we agreed on the same brand when it came to filters. Riveting." The bowl was snatched from his hand and finally he looked at his lover, watching Nines dry it with the dish towel. "Next?"

"Huh?"

"Next dish to be dried, of course." The man rolled up his sleeves, which always had an effect on Gavin, and smirked. "You wash, I dry and put away. Just tell me where everything goes, darling."

"How are you flirting over washing dishes?" Gavin grinned and grabbed another bowl.

"It's easy when it comes to you. Flirting, teasing, tempting... sometimes all of them combined and more." Taking the bowl once clean he dried it, then another.

The two of them made quick work of the dishes and once there was nothing more to do, rejoined the family.

Chloe and Spencer were discussing something about being a detective, whereas Elijah looked like a scolded child as his mother reprimanded him for something. But he was smiling at the same time, as if he knew exactly what to say next.

"Big Christmas dinner tomorrow..." Gavin sank into an empty chair and sighed. "Wanna bet there's going to be more food than people?" He looked at Nines, expecting him to take a seat on the sofa, but instead the man sat on the carpet in front of the chair, leaning back so his head was between his lover's legs.

"More leftovers to enjoy, right?" That charming smile as he sat on the floor, looking up at him, was absolutely illegal. How could anyone look like that?

"Oh, Nines, let me-" Janet began to move to make space on the sofa, but he held up his hand.

"It's okay. I rather like where I am."

"You chose a good one, Gavin." Spencer nodded his head. "I was not so sure about you, kid, but now I see that you two belong together. I'm glad my son was able to find someone like you."

"Dad!"

"What? Gavin, I've seen the types you attract, and arrested half of them. And the few you dated seemed... forced. And now there's this man who adores you, can pretend to give a fuck about football, don't think I couldn't tell, and fits right in. Elijah hasn't punched him and neither has Chloe-"

"Excuse me, what?" Startled, Nines looked from the man to Elijah and then to his wife.

"Oh, nothing major. One time Gavin brought over a possible boyfriend, and he was so awful, huffing and puffing about being an Alpha and in control, and he tried to order mum around. So I broke his nose, knocked out a couple teeth, and I would have got his leg as well but mum stopped me." Elijah laughed at this. "This was before Gavin learned to stand his ground. He looked so scared back then I still feel bad, but that piece of shit would have just used him."

"And the other one was playing all nice, almost too sweet, but the moment we were alone he grabbed my ass and tried to be all flirty. Ugh, so gross." Chloe made a face. "He was using Gavin because he found out that his brother was a rising star in tech. Good thing I have really good reflexes. And a black belt in karate." Chloe smiled most sweetly.

"She broke his arm, dislocated his shoulder, kicked him in the junk, and dad tossed him out. We all saw it happen. Ever since I figured I'm better off alone. And then... well, I met you." Gavin smiled, his cheeks feeling slightly warm.

"I am glad you were protected. And I promise I will never become one of those tales." Nines looked up at his lover, then tugged him down and into a kiss.

"So, how did you two even meet?" Chloe set her teacup down and smiled. "Come on, spill!"

"Ah, well..." Nines glanced to Gavin, and once he was given a nod he smiled. "Lifewear Had been looking for a designer for months with no luck. And then we received an email from theGavin Reed. Honestly, many thought it was fake, but my father accepted. And then this man in worn clothes, looking as if he was on his way to a concert, stepped into my office, and ever since I could not stop thinking about him. I am not sure if it was love at first sight, but it certainly was intrigue and interest."

"Hey, you just don't know how to appreciate vintage clothes." Gavin gently tugged on his collar.

"Babe, how many holes are in vintage until it's a rag?" With a grin, Nines, leaned up to kiss the man.

"But that's about it summed up. He walked in and stayed on my mind ever since. We met up a couple of times, mostly to fu-... to mess with the other on purpose, but in a way it brought us closer. Falling in love with this stubborn and cocky designer is the best thing that's ever happened. I could not imagine a better mate." Nines took his lover's hand and brought it to his lips, completely missing the shock in three faces.

"M-Mate?" Janet's hands were shaking. "Nines, darling, I think you misspoke-"

"No... thought I should have been more considerate about how to mention this." Shit, he should have stopped the drinks earlier. But he was not going to hide or lie. Nines stood up to face them all properly. "It was... an impulse. But I have no regrets." He could feel the tension rising, the air growing thicker. And he didn't even need to look at Spencer or Elijah to know that it was them filling the air with that energy.

"So you have... marked my little brother..."

"You did this... to my son..."

"Could everyone calm the fuck down?" Gavin stood up, a different kind of energy flowing out of him. Even Nines could not place it. "You two sit your buts down! You think I would let just anyone do that? I know more ways to defend myself than anyone, thanks to you, dad. And I am happy with this. With Nines. If you hadn't approved of him in the first place you would have never gone this far."
Gavin turned to look at his brother. "And I know how overprotective you are, you made that clear when you came to Lifewear, and all those times you would beat up those who tried to mess around with me. And yet you did not protest Nines being here, or us dating. And there is no going back now anyway. So how about you reel all that ego in and for once trust that I cam make my own decisions? I love Nines and I did that even before we were bound."

The seconds of silence were almost too much. Too loud. Gavin sat back down and pouted, reaching out to hold his lover's hand.

"Gavin, my darling baby-"

"Mother, I'm a grown, adult man with a career and all that shit. I even make my own calls when I need to see a doctor." Gavin looked at her. "And maybe some of the decisions I make are stupid, but I've never been this sure about anything else. I love this man, even if he is always overdressed."

"Hey-"

"Sweetie, you're wearing a three-piece suit to a casual family dinner." Chloe whispered to Nines and smiled. "He's right."

"Well..." Janet set her drink down and stood up. "Then I welcome you into our family, Richard Anderson, but I promise you this; shall you ever hurt my son in any way, it won't be the men coming after you." Chloe rose from her seat and stepped over. "It will be us."

Nines hesitated for a moment, then stood up, feeling small even though he was the tallest one in the room. "That will never happen, but I appreciate your devotion." And then he placed his hand over his heart in which was not a speck of doubt. "I love your son, I love Gavin, and nothing can ever change that."

A moment later, Nines returned to his seat at Gavin's feet, looking up at his lover who appeared embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I only said what is true."

"I know... still fucking awkward..." This was not how he imagined his parents finding out about him having a mate, especially with what he was, but that work just slipped out and there was no going back. But in a way, from how it proceeded, he felt happy. Sliding his arms around his lover he pressed and upside-down kiss to his forehead.

"Now you're part of the family, so better be ready to attend every Reed gathering there is." Grinning he slid his fingers through the man's hair.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Nines was smirking, as if he had won.

"A warning. Dad has three sisters. And I will make sure to be far away when you meet them, babe. Or I will make a really big statement."

"Gavin, you would be as cruel as to let him deal with the Council alone?" Spencer set his drink down. "The Council, or my three elder sisters, are ruthless and brutal. Sometimes I wonder if they even like me. They adore Elijah and dote on Gavin, so anyone not up to their standard will suffer. And they even asked Janet is she was sure about me when I proposed to her." Spencer scoffed.

And this was when Gavin rolled his eyes. "Oh please, He's perfect! I've been drawn to Nines since we met and the way we are now they could say anything and I won't care. And if that means I have to tell the Fearsome Trio to lay off him I will"

For a moment, there was silence, the crackling fire the only noise, and then Gavin just huffed. "There were definitely other ways to ask about this."

"Oh, Gavin, Nines, I never meant to-"

"It's fine, Janet. In fact, I would be more worried if Gavin didn't have protective parents, precious as he is. And while I welcome the scrutinizing attention, we are adults. I have no doubt we will make mistakes, argue, but that will never make me love him any less. Granted, I should have asked Gavin about... announcing things. It just slipped out, but in a way... I feel relieved."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Gavin concluded. "And it feels kinda nice not having to hide this from my family." But there was still Nines's father and brother to deal with, of course.

And the biggest secret of them all.

Catching his mother's eye he could instantly tell she was thinking about that. Smiling, but there was worry in her eyes. "Well then, I guess we should open a bottle of champagne tomorrow."

"Ah, it's not-" Nines began to speak, but then his phone went off from his jacket nearby. "Excuse me." Getting back up he went to retrieve it, but once glance at the screen had him frowning. "I'm going to step out for a moment. I should take this." And so he did, going through the kitchen to step outside.

"Is... everything all right?" Janet wasn't sure what to think of what happened, especially the way the young man's face changed from happy to serious just by seeing who was calling.

"It's fine. My bet it's either his asshole brother, or his dad. Both are travelling for work right now." Gavin shrugged, not letting on just how worried he was.

Where his family was close even after the two sons had their own lives and careers, Nines's family worked together, but Gavin never even heard a story about them being close. In all their time together he could not recall Nines talking about them even once.

"I'm going to grab more drinks. Oh, Chloe, we brought over some white wine I think you'd like." Gavin walked over to retrieve her empty tea cup. "Lacks the booze part, but tastes like the real thing." He winked at her, earning himself a chuckle.

"Sounds lovely."

"Let me help you with that, kid." Spencer was the one to offer, taking the rest of the empty glasses. And then, for a brief moment, he looked to his wife who nodded and smiled.

"Uh, sure." Gavin could have handled it himself, but whatever.

Nines appeared to still be talking outside as he entered the kitchen, grabbing the wine from the fridge. Alcohol-free. Whom was she kidding? The big news would come soon, but no one would know this wine was special and just for Chloe. Hiding the label from his father he poured a glass, then refilled theirs.

"So, do Nines and his father get along?" Spencer opened one of the cupboards and reached up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. "Don't tell your mum."

"She knows, but what was that question about?"

"Just curious."

---

"I see, so you'll be back tomorrow morning instead of next week." Shit, this really didn't go according to plan.

Nothing I can do. The conference was rescheduled to late January after everyone who went out to dinner in this new-age restaurant got food poisoning. I just wanted a burger, so I grabbed some fast-food and went to my hotel. I'm getting on a plane soon, figured I would call you and see how things are. Hank Anderson leaned back in the hotel chair, staring out at the bright city, the beautiful lights.

"I remember the one time we went to this experience restaurant and the face you made when the dessert was chocolate mousse that was served in your own hand." Chuckling, Nines closed his eyes. "Can't believe you actually went with it."

The first and last time, too. Nothing beats a classic kitchen. So, are you free tomorrow? How about we grab dinner?

Somehow he knew it was coming, and yet he wasn't sure what to say.

"Um... actually, dad, I'm spending the holidays... I'm..." Shit, why was this so hard to say? "I'm with my boyfriend's family!" The words didn't spill out ideally, but it was done. It was the silence on the other end that bothered him. "Dad?"

I'm a bad father. I don't think I noticed you having a boyfriend. Even though you're a grown man, you're still my son. There was a sigh on the other end. Then how about dinner after the holidays? I know we would usually do that together, but this year all three of us were supposed to be separated so I made no plans.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you... or when." How was he going to react once he learned that the boyfriend was no other than his star designer? And no longer just a boyfriend.

The door opened and Nines watched Spencer step out, stand off to the side where a small ashtray was, and light up a cigarette.

"Dad, how about we get together on the 26th? We could-"

"Just invite him over." Spencer stared at nothing. "We have space. And no one should be alone on Christmas or some crap."

"Excuse me? Dad, hold on." Nines pulled the phone away and stared at the man. "What do you mean by that?"

"You heard him. Invite him over. Haven't seen Hank since high-school, but might as well catch up." Finally the man looked over. "Didn't you know? Your dad, Janet, and I, we all went to the same high school."

"I... had no idea." Nines was shocked. "But why would you want to invite him?"

"Because the holidays are about family. And you're family now, which means Hank is too. The decision is yours, kid, but Janet agrees with me. Though Hank might punch me for stealing his girl. Not that she was, I was just quicker."

"What-"

"Look. Just... the offer stands. Sooner or later it's gonna happen. And there's no bad blood between us." Spencer took one last drag from the smoke and snubbed it out, tossing it into the small ashtray. "Just tell him to dress casually. We can't handle two Andersons in suits at once." And with that he stepped inside.

Nines felt dumbfounded by what just happened. The evening simply continued being filled by surprises. And for his father to meet Gavin as his lover at a gather over the holidays? This just spelled disaster.

Hello? Nines? Are you still there? The faint voice snapped him out of it.

"Yes, right here, sorry. I was just-... my boyfriend's father said you should come for dinner tomorrow. Said you two have history from high-school. So, if you've nothing better to do, shall I send you the address?"

How about we start with a name for this mysterious man instead. Hank was smiling, sipping his wine as he watched fireworks go off somewhere in the city of romance. He should have known they would not hold back. Always impulsive...

"It's... Spencer Reed. Captain Spencer Reed." There was silence on the other end and he dreaded what might come next, but instead he heard what sounded like laughter.

Got it. Well, tell Spencer and Janet I will be there. Seems like it's time.

"Time for what? How do you know Janet?"

Looks like I have a taxi to catch to make my flight. I will see you tomorrow, Nines.

"No, what did-" But there was only beeping now, the call over.

"What in the world..."

---

"-and that's basically what happened. I wasn't aware you knew my father." There was a bit of an edge to his voice and Gavin reached out to take his lover's hand.

"Yea, what gives? Kinda a shitty thing to do."

"Oh, darling, I'm sorry we never told you. We just didn't think it was important all things considered. But it was easy to figure out what you were talking about and, well, it wouldn't sit well with me if Hank was all alone during the Holidays." Janet appeared to be regretful, but not apologetic. "Eventually we might be spending holidays together anyway, so why not get started early?"

"Mum, that's not how things work. Hank's my boss."

"Technically speaking, so am I..."

"Babe, you're not helping." Gavin sighed. That would be an awkward dinner tomorrow. Or maybe it would be fine? Shit.

"What's done is done. Things will be fine, Gavin. Chloe and I will help diffuse the situation if needed." Elijah smirked, more than happy to offer his services.

"Thanks, I guess." Gavin sighed, wondering what possessed his parents to make this decision.

"I could always call him and-"

"No, mum's right about the holiday thing. I kinda... hate the thought of him being all alone. A conference is fine, your brother having fun in Japan is also fine. But one thing didn't work out and we have the space. And besides... sooner or later we'll have to tell him, right?" Gavin squeezed his hand. "I'm just nervous about it."

"Gavin..."

"All right, kids, who's ready for some games?" Janet clapped her hands and happily held out the black and white box of cards. "I heard wonderful things about Cards Against Humanity!"

"Shit, she was serious...." Elijah whistled, clearing the table so they could play. Tomorrow was going to be interesting. And not just because of Hank Anderson. Looking over to his lovely wife he smiled at her, moving to sit close.

"Now, who shall be this, uh, Card Czar first?"