||Tord's Home||

Tom raised his glass to his lips, sipping softly. He raised his gaze, looking at Tord. He looked anxious, his fingers tapping against the counter. Tom sighed, lowering the glass onto the table. "Tord, please... You're making me anxious..." He murmured, tilting his head to the side. Tord let out a gentle sigh, rubbing his forehead. "So sorry Tom, I'm just... I'm just worried I guess."

Tom hummed, biting his lip. "I don't see why." Tord frowned at his comment, letting out a heavy sigh. Tom glanced up at him - He knew he wasn't going to get an actual answer but it was nice to tease. Tom ran his fingers through his hair, humming before looking at Tord.

"I accept your deal."

Tord shot up, looking at Tom in amazement. "W-Wait, really?" Tom nodded, purring gently. "Yes." Tord grinned, gripping Tom's hand. "Of course my love, I won't disappoint you." Tom let out a purr of amusement, cocking his eyebrow. "Since when did I say I was your love?" Tord's smile faded, as he looked at Tom. "I said that we would be fuckbuddies... Nothing else." Tom sipped his glass again, before clearing his throat. "I um, going to go back home, okay?" Tom got up, setting the glass down as he began to make his way to get his hoodie. Tord shot up, calling to Tom. "Wait, Tom, I... Would feel safe if you lived here." He sighed, rubbing the sides of his forehead. Tom turned around, confused. "What?" Tord sighed, gesturing to the side. "I don't feel comfortable of you being unprotected after tonight..." Tom paused nodding softly. "I see your point... May I at least get my things?" Tord nodded softly, grabbing his keys. "Of course."

They both walked to the truck, riding back to Tom's place. Packing the Omega's necessities, they rode back to Tord's home. "You can have the room with the balcony. The view is lovely... Now, I must go. I have something to attend to."

Tom nodded, moving out of the way for Tord. Taking his boxes, he moved up the stairs and began to unpack. He began to move his clothes to the dresser and closet, placing Susan on a guitar stand. Laying on the bed, he hummed and closed his eyes. Resting, he woke up when he heard louder noises from downstairs

"Oh Tord, you're too kind! Really, you didn't have to do this!" The softer male purred.

Sneaking downstairs, Tom peeked his head out. He saw a tall burly alpha wearing a red sweater and leather jacket. A cigarette loosely between his lips and by his side was an Omega who was wearing a red and white t-shirt and heavy with the scent of fertility. Tord looked up seeing Tom, grinning. "Ah Thomas! Come down here, I want you to meet my closet pack mates, Paul and his mate Patryk." Thomas grinned softly, walking down the stairs to greet them. He was actually familiar with them - They were a nice couple.

He had met them at a gas station when he was in a bit of trouble. Patryk and Paul offered him a ride home, and Tom gladly took the offer. They chatted in the car, and as far as he could tell they were good people. It was his first time seeing Paul, but he had been friends with Patryk since elementary.

Standing next to Tord, he shook both of their hands. Patryk purred, smiling warmly. "I remember you!" He giggled, "You're that one dude from the gas station, aren't yah?" Tom chuckled, nodding as Patryk pulled him into an embrace. Both of the alpha's looked at the pair in shock. Pulling away Tom smiled, sniffing the air. "Are you pregnant?"

Patryk squealed, shrugging his shoulders up. "Yes! I'm a few weeks in! Can you believe it?" He straightened up, turning to the side showing his stomach with pride. "Paul and I are going to be parents! I hope we have many pups!" He purred, clasping his hands together. Paul rubbed his forehead, sighing softly. Tord purred in amusement, seeing Tom and Patryk act like a gossipy pair of best friends.

While Tom and Patryk chirped away happily, Tord turned to Paul patting his shoulder. "Well, let's go celebrate your freedom while we still can, eh?" Tord snickered, massaging his right shoulder gently. Patryk and Tom immediately snapped at the alpha's giving them a death-glare. "Don't even think about it Paul Junior Daniel Hellson! And you either Tord Alexander Larsson!" Patryk spat, crossing his arms. Paul chuckled shaking his head as he pulled away. "I'm afraid that it's a no Tord."

Sighing, Tord shrugged. "Well, how about all of us order a pizza and sit and talk? Catch up and talk, hm?"

Patryk smiled, holding Paul's hand. "Sure!~" He purred, cuddling against his mate who gladly took up on the offer to pull him in close. While Tord ordered a pizza, Paul, Patryk, and Tom sat in the living room talking. When Tord finished the phone call, he joined Tom wrapping his arm protectively around Tm's waist.

"So, is that your mate?" Paul chuckled, pulling Patryk closer to him. Tom quickly butted into the conversation, frowning. "Nope!" Paul tilted his head, looking at Tord with a cocky smirk. Tord shot him a glare before he looked at Patryk. "So, what are you going to name your future pups?" Patryk bit his lip furrowing his eyebrows. He simply shrugged. "I dunno..."

Paul hummed, holding Patryk close. "Actually, we were planning to work on that when the pups were formed.... Y'know, figure out how many there are and the gender." He felt his cheeks go warm, as his little omega snuggled up against him.

Tord looked at the couple longingly, the way they loved each other and held each other in their arms. He wanted that for him and Tom. To start a family, to grow old together. he snapped out of his thoughts hearing the doorbell ring as he went over to retrieve the pizza. Paying for the food, the four of them made their way to the kitchen. Paul gripped Tord's shoulder smiling. "Hey babe, Tord and I are gonna smoke a few outside. We'll be back in a few."

Patryk looked up and nodded softly as Paul and Tord headed out of the house to the patio. "What the hell is going on with you and that omega boss?"

Tord groaned, rubbing his forehead. "For fuck's sake, Paul I don't even know myself. I- I feel so... So weak and exposed when I'm around Tom. I-I don't know this feeling... I..." He sighed, placing his face in his palms. "I want him to be my mate, to breed with him, start a family and all that nice shit... I dunno man, just something about him... He's on my mind all the time." Tord rested against the rails, leaning his head back staring up at the stars. "I think I love him. I love everything about him. I don't know why... I just... Do... No, wait... I know why..." Tord raised his head forward, sighing heavily. "He was the only one who made me feel normal, y'know? Like I didn't have to be sadistic, act like a dick or a lady-charmer.... I, I feel like me. The actual me, the little kid me, y'know?" Tord looked up at Paul, who gave him a stern nod.

"Welcome to my world buddy." He scoffed, lighting up another cigar. "That's exactly how Pat makes me feels. I don't know why, but I just- Damn." He chuckled, letting out a breath of smoke. Tord let out an amused laughter, lighting a cigarette up as well.

Little did they know that the pregnant omega had been listening to their conversation intently. He bit softly on his knuckle, firmly nodding his head. He knew exactly what to do.

He was going to turn Tom into Tom Larson.

A/N: How do you guys feel about Patryk the cupid and Tord & Tom being fUCCBUDDIES