Some mild smut during the chapter

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Seonghwa and Hongjoong had met the first time in Peru too.

Seonghwa had been sixteen at the time. Sixteen, on one of his first solo trips without his father, and with stars in his eyes, as he explored the world. He'd had so much fun digging around with his team. He remembered the excitement of finally finding the hidden ruins, of discovering a mostly intact building beneath the earth.

However, their entrance was not the only one.

When they climbed down into the dusty tomb to search for the legendary treasure of the Queen of Tiwanaku, they found it snatched away by somebody else. Some nameless, scrawny kid with black hair at the time.

He ran off with it and Seonghwa accepted the disappointment with time, but he never quite forgot. Especially since he and Hongjoong Kim kept seeing each other.

In one out of three cases, the kid was there, so they met far too often over the past six years. Seonghwa was sick of him. Seeing what he had become irked Seonghwa to no end.

The man had grown infamous from his job, and yet, Seonghwa didn't even know his gender.

"He has to be an Omega, or not? How did nobody ever smell him?" San was arching his brow at the extreme lack of information he had found on the web. Clearly dissatisfied, he searched again, still coming up with nothing.

"If he is so adamant of not telling and blocking his scent too, he must be. Do you think he received criticism?" San worriedly bit his lip, while Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

"So what? He's still an enemy, you know? It's also your check that doesn't get written if he keeps doing that."

San swivelled around in his chair to stare at Seonghwa judgingly. Seonghwa was wearing just some shorts and a shirt he had haphazardly thrown over his body after Yeosang had finally let go of him. He probably reeked of sex and the omega all over, but of course, San didn't mind. He rather seemed to nuzzle against Seonghwa's hip more often than usual today.

"Yet, your camera picked up on a few interesting sights. I keep telling you to just fuck it out. He might leave you alone after that," San repeated the one counsel he had been given over the years they had known each other. Despite being a pack member, San was thankfully not jealous of the attention Seonghwa gave to Hongjoong. He didn't want to admit it, but usually, the fellow grave robber was always somewhere in Seonghwa's thoughts. Sometimes in inappropriate positions.

"Shut up. I already told you I won't." Seonghwa crossed his arms as he stared at San challenging. Neither of them backed out, and Seonghwa could basically feel the air crackle with electric tension between the two of them.

In the end, San gave a long-suffering sigh.

"Fine. Then don't. Just spare a quick thought about my words when you do find yourself buried to the hilt in him in the near future."

San waggled his eyebrows at him dirtily. Scandalized, Seonghwa pushed himself off the table he was leaning against with a huff.

"That won't be necessary. Anyways, I will return to Yeosang now and relieve poor Yunho of his duties. Care to help?"

The mood shifted with the change of topic. San dipped his head back against his headrest and made eye-contact with Seonghwa finally. His fox-shaped eyes scrutinised him sharply.

"You're irritated these days. He hasn't triggered your rut yet? You smell like it." He drew his brows together inquisitively as if he could find a reason for the secrets of biology if he stared at Seonghwa's face for long enough.

"If I'm snappy, I'm sorry. I feel it itching, but somehow it just won't sort out itself this time. I might need to see the doctor before I leave for Peru."

San swivelled around in his chair to stand up right into Seonghwa's personal space. Their chests brushed against each other as San reached up to wrap a lock of Seonghwa's hair around his finger. Coquettishely, he leaned against Seonghwa's body while he was playing with his hair. Seonghwa settled one of his hands on the small of San's back, feeling up his tiny waist.

"You got an omega as gorgeous as Yeosang dropping to his knees for you at your convenience, yet you still don't react to him? Sounds like a case for the doctor indeed," he murmured against Seonghwa's neck. He could comfortably lean in to rub his scent all over the fellow alpha, calming him a little with his sweet smell of freshly mowed grass. Out of his pack, San had always smelled the best, so Seonghwa received him willingly. San's nose brushed over his scent glands, and Seonghwa gently pulled him in closer at his hip  to ease his access.

"It might just be me being annoyed by Kim. If Yeosang asks, please tell him it's not his fault."

San moved to press a gentle kiss against Seonghwa's chin, mindful not to get his teeth anywhere near the older man's neck.

"I think he knows. Don't worry about us. Yongguk awaits you in Peru in two days. Tell him I said hi, he's still owes me ice cream."

"I'll have Yunho prepare while we make sure Yeosang is alright." Seonghwa leaned his head against San's in a brotherly gesture before he let go and stepped away from him. San followed right up as he left the room, jumping up the stairs to get back to Yeosang.

Despite his rut not having started quite yet, his stamina and drive were still healthy. He could outlast Yunho anytime. His omega in heat not so much, but that was why he had San there with him, after all.

Seonghwa crossed the corridor leading to Yeosang's room with long steps. The thick smell of his arousal was wafting through the entire house, but it grew even headier the closer they got. Seonghwa could feel his body respond with possessiveness, his own scent mingling with Yeosang's and spreading out to ensure the needy omega that his alpha was near.

San held back as good as possible, not wanting to accidentally threaten their pack alpha with his own scent. However, he had his hand down his pants stroking his hardness before they even arrived in the room.

The door was barely open when they were hit by Yeosang's smell like a brick wall right to their faces. Seonghwa's body throbbed with sudden need, all of his blood starting to travel downward. San swiftly bolted through the room and right up the stairs leading to Yeosang's bedroom, from where his and Yunho's combined moans were coming. Their sweet omega sounded desperate, and his high-pitched whines drowned down even Yunho's low groans.

Seonghwa hurried up too. Today, he had no patience to stand and look through Yeosang's extensive collection of books of all kinds he had up here. Usually, he would get lost here for a few hours and search for whatever distracted his mood. This time, he rushed just past the tall shelves as Yeosang gave a little happy squeal upstairs, announcing San's arrival.

Seonghwa took two steps at once as he jumped up the stairs to join them inside the room. San was already naked by the time he got there, having stripped faster than lightning. On his way over, Seonghwa already threw his shirt off too. He was impatient by now, needing to please to settle his raging alpha.

Yeosang turned his sweaty and flushed face to him when he noticed his pheromones permeating the air, a breathless smile appearing on his face.

The next moment, San was already above him, covering his neck in bite marks and roughly created hickeys. Yeosang was still lying on Yunho's chest and filled to the brim with the other man, but San was unstoppable. He slipped right over him, making the man arch into his touch prettily.

Seonghwa decided to push all thoughts of certain mysterious grave robbers out of his mind as he joined them. For now, they had to help Yeosang.

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"How are you?"

Yeosang gave a low hum, his voice still sounding wrecked from the constant abuse he had submitted his throat to. Seonghwa cautiously wrapped a warm hand around his throat to gently massage his sore neck with slender fingers. At the prompt, Yeosang let his head fall back against Seonghwa's shoulder so he had better access. Seonghwa gently rested their heads together.

"Good. I think the worst three days are over. If I feel like dying again, I'll ask Sannie." He lifted one of his hands out of the water surrounding them to smooth it down Seonghwa's tattoed thigh. Idly, he traced the flowers climbing up Seonghwa's whole leg with his fingers.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt?" Yeosang shifted on him, gaining a warning growl from Seonghwa's lips. His knot was still locking their bodies together snugly, and every move from Yeosang made it pull on his softened rim. It had not deflated enough to let him pull off just yet.

"Kinda still weird. If it becomes an issue in Peru, I will come right back home. I hope you are not too disappointed either. I'd have been more helpful if it worked as it's supposed to." What use was it if their cycles fit each other if his didn't trigger when it was supposed to? How was he supposed to satisfy his needy omega then?

"It's alright. You're under a lot of stress. We know this artefact is important to you. Of course, him stealing it away is making you restless. You might be our pack alpha but you don't have to please everybody here, Hwa. You are allowed to have us help you sometimes too." Yeosang snuggled up into Seonghwa's chest while he used his free hand to gently intertwine his fingers with Seonghwa's.

Seonghwa appreciated the devotion. His friends kept having to remind him every time his anxiety grew too much for him to bear. He felt helpless whenever he noticed himself losing his skills to care for them. As soon as it became too much, he imagined failing his role as part of this family.

"You're too precious, Yeosangie. Thank you very much." Seonghwa pressed a gentle kiss on the man's nape, right where his pack bites collected on the junction of his neck to his shoulder. Yeosang shuddered in his arms, slightly ticklish. A tiny giggle escaped him that made a smile grow on Seonghwa's face too.

"You're welcome, Hwa. We won't be mad even if you come home all agitated and tense. We're kinda there for that."

Seonghwa carefully disentangled his fingers from Yeosang's body to wrap both of his arms around the man's waist tightly. Yeosang's sweet giggled died down to a surprised noise when Seonghwa applied just a bit too much pressure and pushed the other man's body down on his length further.

Yeosang's fingers scrambled to hold himself up on Seonghwa's thighs when he slipped in deeper, brushing against the man's sensitive walls. It was too much for him at the moment, his body twisting away from the delicious touches.

"Hwa-"

Seonghwa kissed him again, watching shivers run down his spine. His tattoed skin looked beautiful against Yeosang's soft and milky body. The omega was built with lean muscle, but they weren't as apparent as Seonghwa's when he stretched prettily in Seonghwa's grip.

"I won't start anything again. I don't think your tiny body can hold any more come."

Yeosang laughed deeply as he let himself be embraced.

"Will you save that for Kim? I watched the videos you cam picked up with San. I kinda get it. I'd want to make him whimper too."

Grumbling, Seonghwa buried his face in Yeosang's neck.

"Why are all of my friends like this? I literally want him gone, no hidden thirst included," he lied pitifully as he reached up to wash Yeosang's hair for him. He sulked a bit to himself, wanting to deny his reactions to the undeniably attractive male just a bit longer.

"We may not have met him personally, but we got eyes, too. Also, he was clearly inviting you to. There is nothing wrong with taking a beautiful doll like him in some dark grave, you know? I know you would like that." Yeosang gently poked Seonghwa's tattoo again as he giggled.

Seonghwa just pouted.