This wasn't like their first confrontation at all, which had been rough and violent and fighting against themselves and the bond that sought to ruin their conflict. He had been so heavily dosed on suppressants at the same, so worked up that he hadn't thought a bond could take, and it certainly hadn't stopped him from waging war on Wilson. The bond was never something he wanted because he hated dependency. He wanted his own strength, and he damn well wasn't giving it up for someone else.
Except just like that, he did. Tension bled from him at the mingling of their scents, and he felt the bond he had under strict control flare and needle at his mind. He tried to stamp it out, but it wiggled beyond his attempts, lodging harder and deeper than before.
"Ah well, hopefully they know what they're doing. I'd have to be bored with lame attempts," he drawled, though there was an undertone of challenge that was all 'do your worst'.
He froze again at the sudden fingers around his wrist, and under normal circumstances, he would have punched the other in the throat. However, the warmth of that grip held him only to clenching his hands into fists, and the question provoked a growl from him. This wasn't even supposed to be happening as it was! He didn't bond, and yet the vulnerability ate at him.
He turned his head and surged in those short seconds between Sam releasing his wrist and his lips and nose butting the scent gland under Wilson's wrist. The first hit is free; you'll pay dearly for all the others. He still flared his nostrils once, flicked the tip of his tongue against the skin and was gone within five seconds, distancing himself from the other man.
The expression was enough that he knew; in the hurry to escape and take everything, he was the only one left. Ah well, he'd faced bad odds before. "Does that mean we can go now since I've got no roommates in my cell block? Isolation is such a bore," he drawled, but his eyes darted back to Sam too often to hide the faint neediness clawing internally at him.
All omega. Bond and hormone withdrawal for far, far too long.
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Except just like that, he did. Tension bled from him at the mingling of their scents, and he felt the bond he had under strict control flare and needle at his mind. He tried to stamp it out, but it wiggled beyond his attempts, lodging harder and deeper than before.
"Ah well, hopefully they know what they're doing. I'd have to be bored with lame attempts," he drawled, though there was an undertone of challenge that was all 'do your worst'.
He froze again at the sudden fingers around his wrist, and under normal circumstances, he would have punched the other in the throat. However, the warmth of that grip held him only to clenching his hands into fists, and the question provoked a growl from him. This wasn't even supposed to be happening as it was! He didn't bond, and yet the vulnerability ate at him.
He turned his head and surged in those short seconds between Sam releasing his wrist and his lips and nose butting the scent gland under Wilson's wrist. The first hit is free; you'll pay dearly for all the others. He still flared his nostrils once, flicked the tip of his tongue against the skin and was gone within five seconds, distancing himself from the other man.
The expression was enough that he knew; in the hurry to escape and take everything, he was the only one left. Ah well, he'd faced bad odds before. "Does that mean we can go now since I've got no roommates in my cell block? Isolation is such a bore," he drawled, but his eyes darted back to Sam too often to hide the faint neediness clawing internally at him.
All omega. Bond and hormone withdrawal for far, far too long.