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"Do I have to come?"
Macau sounds like a whiny toddler as he clings to Pete's waist, face tucked into the Omega's expensive suit jacket.
"Nobody ever said you have to, sunshine," Pete mutters absent-mindedly while he adjusts his tie. "Feel free to stay here until we're back."
But Macau wants that even less than to accompany them, Pete knows it exactly. It doesn't surprise him that the young Alpha only huffs out his frustration in response. As if he's going to let his Mama leave without him! His clinginess still hasn't worn off; all this newfound affection and possessiveness over Pete has rendered him essentially attached to the Omega's hip. That's no issue as long as they're at the minor compound – but today, Kinn has sent for Vegas to discuss business. If Vegas is going, Pete is going, and if Pete goes… Well. The entire minor family is preparing to leave, anyway.
Vegas drives, one of the little freedoms he has been missing for all those years when Gun has forced him to accept a driver. That means Macau and Pete have the backseat all to themselves, and halfway across Bangkok, Pete feels the pup getting restless beside him. He offers up his arm, and Macau snuggles into his embrace in a heartbeat. His hand immediately shoots up to gently press onto Pete's chest, and the Omega hisses at the sensation. He curses himself for not having let Macau nurse before leaving, because now his poor boy is desperate, and Pete can feel the tension mounting inside him as well.
It's too late now, though – they're already pulling up to the main family compound.
"Puppy," Pete mutters, distressed, "you have to stop now."
At this point, he's scared he might start to leak through his shirt, and he's not ready to embarrass himself like that in front of Kinn and Porsche. It hurts to reject Macau like that, but it's only for an afternoon, the Omega tries to console himself. Not like he's depriving Macau for a week or something like that – it'll just be this afternoon, nothing more. On the way back, he'll let the boy nurse as much as he wants.
Macau whines petulantly like it's his habit, but Pete stays adamant. Especially when Vegas' sharp eyes flicker up to the rear-view mirror in silent amusement. When they get out of the car, Macau is sulking, refusing to look at anyone they pass on their way up to the private quarters of the main family. Kinn has prepared the drawing room instead of the meeting hall, so that means it's just going to be the two families, nobody else.
As soon as they set foot into the cozy salon, Macau suddenly brightens up.
"Chay!" he coos and is upon the younger Omega with one leap, tackling him back into one of the couches.
Chay laughs and they roll over, playfully nipping at each other's jaws and noses like they're still little. Pete exhales in relief. If Chay is here to keep Macau company, then the pup will likely be a little distracted until they can leave again. Kinn and Porsche are waiting, table set with drinks already. While the Alphas dive into their negotiations head first to get it over with as fast as possible, Pete takes his place beside Porsche, who's watching the two pups snap and growl like two young dogs at playtime.
"Chay's been looking forward to seeing Macau all day," he comments, and Pete snickers.
"I don't think Macau even knew Chay was going to be here. Otherwise he would've been happy to go. They get along really well lately, don't they?"
While they use the time to catch up among each other for a bit, Pete half-listens to the Alphas beside them, just so Vegas won't have to recount every single detail for him later – that is until everybody is suddenly startled out of their discussions by a high-pitched, pained little yelp that has nothing to do with playfighting anymore.
"Chay!"
Porsche sets his glass down in an instant to get up and check on his little brother, but Chay is already in his arms with a bright whimper. He clutches his hand to his chest to shield it away from everyone, a soft snuffle on his lips.
"Hia!" he whines pathetically. Those gorgeous, dark doe eyes of his are brimming with tears, and Pete feels an aching tug in his chest to comfort the poor little thing by any means necessary.
Porsche doesn't appear to be any better, because he coils his arms around his little brother protectively and kisses his temple. He rocks him very softly, making soft little shushing noises until Chay has calmed down from his little sobs and goes quiet in his embrace, face tucked into Porsche's neck to suck in his scent for comfort.
"Shh, little fawn, it's alright. What happened? Did you get hurt? Let hia take a look, hm?"
"He bit me!" Chay complains with a tearful glance at Macau, still cradling his hand, shaking his head when Porsche tries to pry it from his grip so he can check if it's bad or not. Pete's gaze flashes over to his own pup, who sits back with a scowl, playing the wrongly accused.
"Macau!" Pete says warningly, brows furrowed. He knows Macau likes to roughhouse, but Chay is an Omega – he'll have to be at least a little gentle on the sweet little boy!
"C'mon, wasn't that bad," Macau snaps back and crosses his arms to pout quietly. He rarely gets scolded, and his cheeks flush over it happening in front of everyone now. Refusing to meet anyone's eyes, he simply sulks in silence, one knee drawn up to his chest so he can rest his chin on it.
Pete leaves him to his devices while he leans over Porsche and Chay to gently hold the pup while Porsche takes Chay's hand and inspects the little indents on it. They're barely bleeding, just deep enough to have broken the skin. Still, the boy flinches and squirms and whines as if he's being tortured all the while until Porsche lets go of his wrist and pats Chay's head.
"Nothing serious, little fawn, this will heal in no time. Go back and play a bit for as long as Macau's here, why don't you?"
"No, hia!" Chay mewls pleadingly and clings to Porsche's shirt. "No, don't wanna!"
He refuses to get out of his brother's lap, and when Porsche gently tries to push him off, he actually starts to cry, silver tears running down his soft cheeks. Both of the Omegas surge forward to comfort him, and Kinn grumbles low in his throat at the sound, obviously displeased with his adopted pup's distress. Porsche sighs softly when Chay burrows himself even tighter against his chest, whining and pawing at him. The room is sweltering with the sweetness of his scent, and Pete almost finds it familiar for a second. This is how their nest sometimes smells when they've settled in for the night and Macau is just licking the last of Pete's milk from his lips.
"Macau didn't mean it, silly little thing. Really, you're such a baby sometimes. Don't cry, Chay, it's alright," Porsche mutters in soft admonishment, and yet his voice is full of tenderness while he reaches up to begin undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Pete watches him with pounding heart for a moment, but Porsche doesn't even heed the people around him as he kisses Chay's forehead and guides the boy down to his nipple. Chay doesn't waste a second and simply latches on.
His breaths are still a little shaky, but as he begins to suckle, they gradually quiet down, interrupted solely by him swallowing every now and then, or licking a trickle of milk from the corner of his mouth. Porsche leans back with a faint moan, eyes closing for a moment before he cracks one of them open and glances over at Pete with a smile. His hand is stroking lovingly through Chay's hair.
"He's such a needy brat lately. His heat must be coming up, he'll cry over the smallest things. Yesterday, he accidentally knocked his guitar against the doorpost and one of the cords was out of tune after. He knows how to tune his guitar well enough and it would've only taken him a second to fix, but instead he cried and refused to stop until I let him drink. I feel like he's never gotten any older from how I remember him as a baby."
He huffs out a laugh, and Pete swallows. Everything inside him feels hot and tight, especially when Kinn rises from his place beside Vegas and instead joins his Omega and pup. He rests his head on Porsche's shoulder, eyes transfixed on their baby's peaceful face as Chay nurses. It's only when his Omega chuffs softly that he manages to tear his gaze away.
"Are you just going to sit here and look good?"
"I wonder who's the needy brat here?" Kinn huffs back, but he does so with a grin. His hand sneaks itself in between Porsche's legs and presses hard against the Omega's crotch through his jeans. Only then, he appears to remember that they have guests, but Vegas doesn't even look fazed at all, and Macau is still refusing to look at anyone, anyway. Either way, Kinn briefly flashes his fangs. "We'll continue tomorrow."
Pete is still slightly dazed when they're being escorted down to the front entrance by Chan, and he doesn't even realize they're already back in the car until he suddenly notices the bitter scent that sweeps over them all in those close confines.
"Macau," he mutters, a little confused but gravitating towards his pup on instinct.
Macau shoves him away the second Pete touches him, and even when they're back home, he retreats to his own room and refuses to come out – both for dinner and for bedtime. It's Vegas who eventually drags Pete away from the pup's locked door and into their nest. The Omega tries to resist, but it only takes two harsh slaps for him to melt completely in his mate's arms, and Vegas cradles him in his arms all night, trying to shush him when Pete whines in distress over his aching chest. He's used to Macau nursing before bed and sometimes even at night, and to have their routine so suddenly interrupted leaves him sore and wanting. Of course Vegas fucks him, and of course he teases Pete's nipples until they're leaking milk without any stimulation at all, but he's no pup, and his interest in actually drinking is limited to the occasional little suck just for a quick taste of his Omega.
When they prepare to leave for the main compound again the next day, Pete is more relieved than surprised that Macau waits for them by the car to accompany them. He still refuses to look at Pete, but at least he's with them.
Chay seems to have settled down from yesterday too, because when he sees Macau enter behind Vegas and Pete, he eagerly scrambles out of Porsche's lap to get to him, guitar in hand, obviously eager to show Macau one of his latest songs like he often does. The two of them retreat onto one of the bay windows while the adults gather around the table. Kinn lays out some contracts for Vegas to look through. All the while, Pete throws hesitant little glances over at Porsche, but his best friend seems completely at ease, like nothing has ever happened.
"Has Chay gotten a bit better?" Pete asks finally, not able to ignore this between them.
"What? Oh, yeah," Porsche replies with a laugh. "Sorry about that yesterday, he's a bit sensitive, as I said, and every time he's overwhelmed, he wants to drink. I hope it's alright with you? Sorry if we surprised you. Chay just never really grew out of nursing."
Pete shakes his head slowly.
"That's… that's fine," he replies hoarsely. "So… you've always nursed him?"
"Sure did. He was so little when our parents died, for the first three years of his life he even called me Mama because I was the one who fed him and sang him to sleep and cuddled him when he was upset. He still calls me that when he's nursing sometimes."
"And… Kinn?"
Porsche gives his Alpha a dirty grin. As if sensing it, Kinn lifts his head and one eyebrow, but just smiles back without saying a word before he goes back to revising the contract with Vegas.
"Kinn got used to it. He says it's the cutest thing in the world to watch Chay nurse. Plus, I really need him there. Ever since I presented, letting Chay drink riles me more up than my heats," Porsche admits.
Like drawn in by hearing his name even in passing, the young Omega hops off the windowsill and throws himself onto the couch in between Porsche and Pete with a happy purr. He's a bit flushed, cheeks adorably dusted with a rosy blush.
"Can I have something to drink, hia?" he pleads, completely unashamed, already slipping his hand under his big brother's shirt to bunch it up. He doesn't even seem to mind that they have company.
"Hey, hey, little fawn— Let's try to be a big boy today, hm?" Porsche tuts and pushes him away ever so gently.
Pete flinches at that. He'd never have the heart to deny Macau like this. Porsche really must have a lot more experience doing this. Still, when Chay's lips are drawn into the cutest, softest little pout, Pete feels his chest tightening even harder, the heated throbbing getting worse. There's a pup begging for milk right before him, and the Omega part of him is too attuned to the process by now not to react. He can barely yank his suit jacket from the backrest of the couch to slip it on before he feels something wet trickling down his chest underneath his dress shirt.
Chay perks up at the sudden sweetness of the scent that permeates the air, but before he can even look in Pete's direction, Macau suddenly tackles him to the carpet with an angry snarl. Chay squeaks – an innate, panicked sound, a pup calling his parents for help. Kinn is on Macau in an instant. He slams him to the ground so Chay can scramble up and into Porsche's safe embrace, and only then does Kinn ease his grip on the young Alpha's arm where he's kept him pinned down before.
"My God, 'Cau!" Pete exclaims as he gets up and drags the boy up by the scruff of his neck. "What is wrong lately? Stop being so mean to Chay!"
The pup stares at him for a moment, then he gives Chay another snarl and writhes so hard that Pete has to let him go. Macau is gasping for air, and only now does Pete realize he's fighting back tears. His anger is forgotten in a heartbeat, and his arms coil around Macau to cradle him close when the boy begins to cry. He claws into Pete's shirt hard, nearly tearing into the fabric.
"I don't want you to look at him!" Macau pleads, trying to snuggle even closer. "He can't have you, Mama, you're mine!"
"Puppy, I am yours, you know that!" Pete shushes him, uncaring of their audience, only concerned about his pup.
"No! Yesterday you didn't let me drink because we had to come here, and then you were always just fussing over him and looking at him, and now you're smelling like milk for him! I don't want that!"
Pete helplessly pets his hair, strokes his back, and tries to console him, but Macau just buries his face against his chest and won't let himself be calmed down.
"Puppy, it's alright, I promise. Look, we can—"
He's cut off again when Macau shoves himself even tighter against him. Every muscle in Pete's body has gone rigid, almost painfully so. He knows the only way to calm Macau down, but— This has always been something confined to home, to their safe haven at the minor family compound. Suddenly though, Porsche tugs both of them down onto the couch with a soft smile. He's cradling Chay to his side still, and just gives Pete a gentle nudge.
"Pete, it's okay. Nobody here will mind," he assures. "Let him nurse, I'm sure he'll feel better after."
He coils his free arm around Pete from behind and skilfully undoes the buttons of his shirt before cupping Macau's neck and gently guiding him to the Omega's already milk-smeared nipple. Without restraints, the pup latches onto it, barely able to suckle properly in between his weak sobs. As soon as he gets his first fill of Pete's milk, though, he begins to ease up, relaxing with shuddery little breaths. Porsche runs his hand through the boy's hair with a soft laugh.
"See, there you go. Drink up, sweet thing," he mutters. "Are you comfortable, Pete?"
The Omega nods weakly, close to moaning in pure pleasure. He's been tense ever since yesterday when Macau has stopped nursing, and the relief now is instantaneous. Only faintly, he can hear Chay whining behind him.
"Hia, why can he drink and I can't? That's unfair!"
The childish pettiness almost makes Pete laugh, especially when Porsche groans good-naturedly.
"Oh, you greedy little thing! Come here, then, you can have your milk too."
With an eager purr, Chay shuffles closer and Pete feels Porsche lifting up his shirt to expose his chest. Chay curls into him like a pro, making the two of them very comfortable as he too begins to nurse. Their Alphas just watch in quiet amusement from across the table, although Pete can see the way both of them shift their weight in treacherous restlessness. But right now, he's far too content with having his pup suckling to really mind their arousal. He and Porsche can take care of them later – right now, they're focused on the boys. Macau growls softly around Pete's nipple when a small hand suddenly comes up to stroke his hair and neck, but then he goes lax under Chay's ministrations, lashes fluttering.
"See, I know you can get along when you want to," Pete mutters. "Isn't Chay a good boy? Even after you were so mean to him, he still likes you."
Macau averts his gaze with a discontent huff, and Pete can see the remorse mirrored in his dark eyes. He knows the boy didn't mean it – Macau adores Chay, but he's still too possessive over Pete to even think about sharing. But Chay, little minx that he is, has his ways. His scent is saccharine and soft from his pre-heat hormones, and when he pulls away from Porsche, his lips are still warm and sweet with milk. Macau withdraws too for a deep breath – only to be caught off guard by Chay leaning forward to kiss him. The young Alpha gives a choked, surprised little noise of delight, but then he's kissing back eagerly just like Vegas has taught him. The sudden intensity leaves Chay gasping for air, clearly not having expected this kind of enthusiasm. Not like he's complaining. Macau gently licks the last traces of milk from his soft lips, then he presses one last, almost chaste kiss on them and gently presses his nose against Chay's.
"That's how we like to see you," Porsche coos and gently pecks Chay's temple as a silent praise. "Come on, little fawn, finish up or you'll just be hungry again later. I'm too sensitive to feed you four times a day because you have to make out instead of drinking properly."
Chay chuffs embarrassedly, but he does dive back down to wrap his pretty, shining lips around Porsche's nipple. Pete watches with half a smile, hissing sharply once Macau too goes back to nursing. Vegas and Kinn continue, but their gazes wander over to their mates and pups more often than not as well, especially when the boys begin to quiet down, movements sluggish with exhaustion. Their little suckles fade into gentle licks, and eventually, both of them are fast asleep against their Mamas' chests, hands entangled between them, holding onto each other.