Kim waits for Porchay by the door of the elevator, with hard jaws and sharp eyes. If looks could kill, Porchay thinks. So he just look at his man in silence. Not defying him in words, but his eyes do the talking.

It seems to snap whatever string that holds Kim's beast because he takes his suit jacket while saying, "You're just gotta be a fucking brat!" in a low vicious tone. Everyone around him shrinks in fear. His secretary is taking the jacket from Kim's hand without looking at him.

That tone is also affecting Porchay, but it seems to take a different reaction seems shivers arrive everywhere in Porchay's body. He tries to suppress it, but he knows Kim realizes it because there is a different glint in his eyes. More heat. More beastly. More dangerous.

The door opens. "Leave us," he says to his people who immediately take five steps back as Porchay walks leisurely inside the box. He tells his mind he won't let this affect him. This bond, this lust ... Both.

Kamon who takes a glance at Porchay's rebellious face questions does Porchay even knows what he is doing at this moment. Kim is a reasonable boss, even tilting to 'kind' at some level. He is excellent at reigning in his emotions. But when he is mad, everyone better duck properly. Now, Kim is so furious that it is hard to even stand beside him. But this omega can walk just fine and seems unaffected by the swirling madness around Kim.

As the box closes, Kamon can't help but think that boy probably needs the day off tomorrow.

They arrive at Kim's office in silence. Kim opens the door with his fingerprint and waits until Porchay is inside before he locks the door behind him.

"Do you know what you did wrong, Kitt?" he says as he tugs and rolls the sleeves of his shirt. Porchay watches it with undivided attention. It's been five days since he touched that smooth skin, so it's driving him nuts to see it right now. He forces himself to look in the other direction. "What did I do? As far as I know, I'm saving your empire."

"Yes, thanks for that," Kim says in a mocking tone, "But when I said you should fucking eat, you fucking eat, Porchay!" he shouts. "My wealth is inferior to your health. Always!" Porchay trembles but still holds his ground. He even raises his chin defiantly.

"I can't leave the station alone. I can't even blink often! Did you even know how tricky the attacks were? The system would go down in flame if I made just one mistake."

Kim's eyes glint in a way that Chay doesn't like. His brain keeps telling him, 'Shut up, Porchay!'

"Did you have fucking idea how worried I was? It was driving me crazy that I had to cut my work and hurry home to you!"

"No one fucking ask you to!" Porchay shouts back. He has to, otherwise his knees will give up. He never dealt with a dominant alpha before. Not like this at least. All his interaction with Kinn is a tame one. He is the precious brother-in-law. Kinn would be crazy to even raise his voice to Porchay.

Kim moves so fast that in a second he is right beside Porchay and grabs his hair hard. The tug hurts,  it makes Porchay gasp in pain. "You don't fucking talk back to me, Kittisawasd, or I'll make sure you can't fucking walk tomorrow," he hisses his promise. "You don't get to say curse words to me, Brat. I'm your alpha. You submit to me, not the other way around."

"Find another mate, then, Khun Theerapanyakul. Because I rather be dead than not be equal to my mate."

The grasp is tightening and it makes Porchay's eyes watered. "I dare you to say that again!" Kim chuckles. "I've been too lenient to you, haven't I? Too lenient that you think I'll let you do as you please." He leans and whispers, "You think Kinn is bad? Well, Baby, I'm worse!" He lets go of Porchay's hair. "Hands on the table, Kitt. Now!"

The command in Kim's voice is undeniable. Kim finds himself with his face pressed on the cool expensive wood. He can't see Kim, but he knows he is somewhere behind him.

Then a hard slap is heard and Porchay feels a sting so painful that he instantly cries.

Kim is fucking spanking him!

"What the ..."

"Shut up, Kitt, or I add the number!"

Porchay instantly clams up. The spanks come at a steady pace and stop at the count of ten.

Porchay shuts his eyes. He can't let Kim know what's going on inside his body and mind. He can't let Kim know how puzzled he is by the way his body reacts to Kim. Why is he getting hard? Shouldn't this turn him off rather than turn him on?

One of Kim's hands is staying on the cheeks of his ass, rubbing it in a circular motion. It soothes the sting but it also heightens Porchay's fire. Kim leans into the scent gland and wickedly laughs. 'He knows', Porchay thinks. 'Damn it, he knows!'. He bites his lips in annoyance.

Kim is getting closer, now his nose is touching Chay's gland, gliding it slowly. "Someone is getting turned on, huh, Kitt?" he whispers. Porchay hates that even the mocking can't turn him off. "I bet when I touch you down there, I'll find you hard."

The rubbing stops and slowly, very slowly, the hand makes a trip to the front part of Chay's body. Now it's making a pattern on Porchay's flat stomach. Kim presses his own body to Chay's back. Chay can feel his heat and finds out that he is not the only one getting affected.

Kim is hardening.

"Or do you want me to find out?" he says. His hard vicious tone is not changing, only now it is layered with seduction. His hand goes down at the same slow pace. When he reaches Porchay's clothed mount, Chay gasps. It lazily follows the hard part of his body. It is so hard right now, that it feels a little bit painful.

Porchay wills himself not to beg. That's not who he is. Porchay Pichaya Kittisawasd never begs. He endures. If he can get through all the hellish hardship life has thrown him, he can get through this. So he gritts his teeth.

"Do you want me to touch it, Baby?"

'Damn you, Kim Theerapanyakul!', Porchay curses inside his head. His voice, the way he says it, makes Porchay's knees buckle and Kim has to support his weight with his hand.

"I can touch it," Kim says directly on his ear. "I can do more than just touch it. Much more. If you just say 'please'..."

Porchay closes his eyes and bites his lips so hard that he feels the copper taste inside his mouth. He feels lucky that he can hide his face on the table.

"Say 'please', Baby. Please," Kim pleads. He feels he is losing his mind. Only years of self-restraining prevent him from ravishing Porchay right now. He presses himself closer if that is possible.

Then he hears a faint, "Please." Kim smiles so wide that he feels his face crack in two. He pops the button and pulls the zipper slowly. He enjoys the change in Porchay's breath, now ragged.

"Oh, Baby, you're so wet that your underwear is soiled," he says as he traces Porchay's last defense against his hand. He kisses Porchay's ear, moving along to his jawline, until he can't anymore as Porchay stubbornly keeps his face hidden. "Let me see your face, Ter," he asks. Porchays shakes his head. "Please?" There is a command in his voice that he knows Porchay has no choice but to tilt his face to meet him.

Kim's face is a combination of anger, lust, and adoration. Porchay can't help but be drawn to him. He feels time stops and the world is shrinking.

His mate traces his lips with his finger. "Biting lips until bleeding is a bad habit, Kitt. Don't do that again! Every time you hurt, it aches me more."

'Then why did you spank me, you psychopath!?', Porchay wants to say that, but he can't. He can't. This new feeling that merges from the depth of his being is overwhelming him.

All he wants is Kim. Kim's hand. Kim's mouth. Kim's ... Everything!

He wants Kim to ravish him. He wants Kim to mark him. He wants Kim to own him.

Porchay's eyes close again when he feels Kim's calloused fingers wrap around his cock and begins to slowly move up and down. He sighs a relief, but that soon changes to a little scream as Kim tugs it hard. "I'm still angry at you," he casually says.

Porchay places his hand on Kim's face and hovers. "I'm sorry," he quietly says, deciding to swallow his pride just this once. He knows Kim had many times swallowed his for him. "Please forgive me?"

Kim doesn't say anything for the longest minute. Then makes him stand straight and he kisses him. With mouth open, tongue out. Feverishly. Fiery. All restraints are abandoned.

Kim turns his body around. Now his hands are caging his face, the fingers are digging into his skin, not intending him to back out or getaway.

Porchay who never had experience in being kissed like this, can't hardly keep up. He can hear the sound of their wet kisses, echoing in that big room. He feels the air is squeezed out of his lungs. He tries to push Kim's body to no avail. Then he smacks the guy's chest, but Kim doesn't budge.

For Kim, Porchay is sweeter than candy. He can't get enough of his mate's tongue, which moves in awkward and shy movements, he chases it everywhere it tries to hide. He draws it out, coaxing him to dance with his. When he sucks it to the inside of his mouth, Porchay jolts so hard that Kim can't help but smile.

His hand is on Porchay's cock again, steadily moving in a hypnotic rhythm. His little mate forces him to break their kiss and sobs on his chest. Kim lets him for a while before seeking it again. He swallows those little sobs and moans.

When he feels Porchay's hand on his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt, Kim lets him. Porchay can do whatever he wants with Kim's body just as him to his. His inner wolfish part of him scolds him for being too lenient. But Kim pushes it aside. He is Chay's just like Chay is his.

Porchay thinks no one has skin as exquisite as Kim. It's not too fair or too brown. It's surprisingly so soft. Its warmth turns to hot every time Chay touches it. He can't get enough of touching it...

He explores and finds himself on the front of Kim's pants. He hesitates for a second but the sound that Kim makes as he cups his hand there makes him bold. He struggles with the button so hard that Kim laughs and helps him. "Thanks," he says in tiny. If the pants aren't so tight, he can do it superbly.

"Hm," Kim hums his reply. He watches as his mate lowers the zipper and takes his cock in his hand. Porchay gasps. Kim can almost feel the whirlwind of emotions inside his mate's mind. "You are designed for me. It'll fit. We'll be just fine," he assures him.

"But not now," Porchay says after a while. There is pleading in his eyes.

Kim takes that beautiful face in his hand again. "Ok, not now," he agrees. He also doesn't want their first time in here. Porchay deserves so much better. In a room full of roses and champagne and softness.

"How do I do this?" Porchay asks while trying to mimic Kim's movement. Kim closes his eyes and hums so deep that his chest rumbles. "You're doing great, Baby."

"Fuck! It's getting bigger and longer! How?"

Kim can't help but laugh. He bites the side of Porchay's neck playfully. "Don't kill the mood, Kittisawasd!"

"Oh, sorry!"

"Tsk. I'm just gonna kiss to make you shut up," Kim says and closes Porchay's mouth again. He reaches out to Porchay's hand to teach him the way he likes to be touched while the other hand is dutifully trying to get Porchay to get off.

For a while, there is only the sound of their activities and breathing, until Porchay says, "I'm close."

Kim nods, speeding up his movements, and catches Chay as he releases in little jolts. He hugs Chay, surrounding him with his warmth, as his mate comes down from his high.

Kim wants to move to get the wet wipes somewhere in his drawers, but Chay prevents him. "You haven't ..."

Kim smiles. "Don't worry about it, Ter."

"No," Porchay stubbornly denies. "That's not fair."

Then when he kneels in front of Kim, Kim is lost for words. Porchay takes him in his hand again before kissing the head gently but it makes Kim groan so hard that he stops immediately, afraid he has hurt Kim. "No, that's ok, Ter, I'm ok," Kim assures him. "It's just... It feels so good."

Porchay flashes him a smile. "So I'm doing ok, then?"

Kim cradles his head. "More than just ok."

When Porchay proceeds, Kim thinks Porchay has killed him with pleasure.
***

Rain wakes up with aches all over his body. It's more than just an ache. It feels like a group of gangsters had beaten him up with baseball bats.

There's an IV drip inserted into his body with a big ass needle. It seems it has been there for a while as the bag is only a quarter more.

He tries to move but can't. After a while, he manages to crawl out of bed and unceremoniously goes down the bed with a loud thud and the IV equipment falls with a bang.

Phayu instantly pops up out of nowhere. "Baby!" he shouts frantically. "Don't move! I'll carry you."

Rain can't help but let Phayu carry him in his arms. "Where do you want to go?"

"Bathroom."

Phayu carries Rain while dragging the IV equipment with them. Rain hopelessly looks at his arm. "Is this necessary?"

"Yes," Phayu says. "So you can get better quickly."

He rolls his eyes. "We're just having s...," he doesn't continue that as Phayu looks at him sternly. "We're just doing it. No big deal. Everyone else is doing it."

"Yeah, but not a lot of people doing it constantly for eight days like us."

That gets Rain's attention. His eyes are now as big as plates. "Ei... Eig... Eight ..."

"Days," Phayu completes it with a smile. "Yeah." He looks so content with himself.

Rain's hand instantly feels his scent gland. There is a different glint in Phayu's eyes now. Sadness. It makes Rain sad too and lowers his hand.

Phayu forces a smile. "We haven't finished the mating ritual, don't worry. I want you sober when doing it."

"Sober?"

"You're in heat, Baby. Don't you know that?"

"That can't be! I have the injection!"

"Well, suppressant is not 100% effective."

"Oh, fuck," he whispers as he rubs his face in disbelief. "But why my heat is so long? Regularly it just lasts three to four days."

Phayu hesitates. "Your heat," he reluctantly says, "It triggered my rut."

Rain gaps his mouth in disbelief, more than before. "Oh, fuck."

***