Runaway Omega
Chapter 37 - - 37 We Need A New Plan

Chapter 37: Chapter - 37 We Need A New Plan

Sylvester’s Point Of View

"Uhh... This is the worst..." Tristan groaned.

"Ngh... I never thought I’d say this, but I’m at my limit Tristan..." I replied.

Tristan’s body was more insatiable than it had ever been. Ferdinand and I had been at it for three hours, and his body was no closer to being satisfied than when we started.

"You sure you don’t want to try that new injection Bellamy made for you?" Ferdinand asked.

"It makes me too horny all at once... it’s really scary..." Tristan murmured.

"But at this rate, Bellamy and Cole will have to step in. Seriously, I can’t keep up..." I replied.

I had already ejaculated more times than I could count. Ferdinand seemed like he could still go on, but I could sense through our bond that he was close to reaching his limit too.

"But... you saw it Sylvester... it was just..."

"Aw, but you were so adorably sensual. And it only took one round to calm you down." I said, cutting him off.

"Okay... but I want to try something else out first... can I?" Tristan asked.

"Sure, whatever you say... what is it that you want to try?" Ferdinand asked.

Without answering, Tristan grabbed his right wrist without a second thought. Then, he placed his right hand on his left shoulder.

"Are you sure about this Tristan?" Ferdinand asked.

"Hngh... I just need to test a theory... F-Ferdinand should have been enough, just like before... but that clearly isn’t the case anymore." He replied.

I could sense Cole and Bellamy getting closer, and I worried about what kind of theory Tristan wanted to test.

"Ferdinand... can you give me a suppressant now...?" Tristan asked with pleading eyes.

"Yeah... I’m pretty sure it’s been long enough now." Ferdinand said.

*Knock... Knock... Knock...*

Just as Ferdinand had retrieved the syringe from the box, Bellamy and Cole had arrived.

"Come in..." Ferdinand said.

Cole and Bellamy shuffled in looking a bit confused at the situation. Cole especially, wore a pained expression on his face. Their eyes were glowing fiercely and their breathing was staggered.

It wasn’t lost on me what the room probably smelled like, but I was desperate to try anything Tristan wanted, to make sure his body calmed the hell down.

"Seriously...? You guys have been at it this long and your still like this Tristan...?" Bellamy asked, dumbfounded.

"I-I’m sorry... we tried, okay?" Tristan mumbled.

"Don’t apologize Tristan. Bellamy is just jealous, that’s all." Cole retorted.

He was right. Though it was subtle, Bellamy was definitely jealous. He glared at Cole, clearly annoyed, but he didn’t refute what he had said.

"I uhm... I wanted to test out a theory... could you come here, please?" Tristan said shyly.

They both immediately nodded and climbed onto the bed. They each sat at his feet while Ferdinand and I remained on either side of him.

"What is it you want to try?" Bellamy asked, looking amused.

"Could you both release your pheromones? It doesn’t matter how strongly. Ferdinand and Sylvester, you guys too... please?" Tristan said.

We obeyed without question, and strangely enough no one’s pheromones overpowered the other. They complimented each other perfectly. It was frighteningly soothing, even to me.

"Ngh... Fuck! How could life be this cruel?!" Tristan sobbed, curling into himself.

I didn’t understand at first, but then I could subtly feel his satisfaction rising at a slow snails pace. It seemed that the longer this cycle went on, the more he would need all his Alphas to satisfy him. It was a heartbreaking realization, considering how much he didn’t want to go that route.

"I don’t understand Tristan... What is it? What’s wrong?" Cole asked.

"If I’m not mistaken, it seems like he won’t be able to just chose the means during the cycle anymore. Its... all or nothing, if you know what I mean..." Ferdinand groaned.

This announcement made Tristan sob even harder. It was painful as hell, and made me feel like shit considering the raging hard-on I was still currently sporting.

"But... you don’t want that right...? So what does this mean? What are we supposed to do?" Cole asked, pulling Tristan into his lap.

He winced in pain, but seemed to accept it to dampen the arousal he was no doubt feeling.

"I-I dont... k-know... everything is... too much..." Tristan cried.

"Tristan... I’ve been meaning to ask you something... Can I ask you without you getting upset?" Bellamy said.

"No promises..." Tristan replied, warily.

"Haha! Fair enough... Well, when we mated... Did you hate it?" He asked.

We could all no doubt feel his fear and embarrassment explode in epic proportion. As if to say no he didn’t hate it, but he definitely didn’t want to repeat it if he could help it.

"But you know... this time we don’t have to mark you or knot you either. It’s just sex. And since everyone here loves and cherishes you dearly there’s nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of either. There’s not a man here who would find you annoying or repulsive." Bellamy said, as if trying to reason with him.

"What are you... getting at... Bellamy?" Tristan asked.

"I’m saying, it won’t be as bad or as scary as you think. I made suppressants for us to dampen our arousal, suppressants for you that work just enough, and the aphrodisiac to get you there faster. You just have to trust us, okay?" Bellamy replied.

"I can’t say I’m completely on board with going against your initial wishes about the matter, but if it will end your suffering I’ll do what you ask of me." Cole said, kissing Tristan’s forehead.

Tristan was silent for a long time. No one said anything else, and no one but Ferdinand moved. He injected Tristan with his suppressant, before passing out red labeled syringes to all of us. Once he injected himself, he then took out the yellow contraceptive syringe and injected it softly into Tristan’s arm.

I injected the syringe into my thigh and let out a deep sigh. It really did curb my arousal, it slowly filled my body and calmed my mind.

"What happens if I lose control?" Tristan mumbled.

"Well it’s fine if you do. The suppressant curbed the arousal drastically. So as long as we can get you there in a timely manner, it should be fine." Ferdinand replied, kissing his lips.

"Hmm... but what does an out of control Tristan even look like? Sounds sexy as hell." Bellamy teased.

"Be serious, Bellamy." Cole groaned.

"I am serious. Tristan can do no wrong with me. He’s adorable in all things. I just wish he could trust us more, and accept his body. We would never leave or abandon him, and his constitution doesn’t bother us. So doesn’t it stand to reason, that he shouldn’t let it bother... him... either...? What is this...? Tristan...? Are you okay...?" Bellamy asked, looking panicked.

I couldn’t blame him we were all freaking out in an instant. Tristan’s pheromones had exploded out of proportion so bad, his eyes had become insanely luminescently green, but most alarming of all was that he had passed out immediately.

"Tristan...? C’mon babe... wake up...!" Cole said, shaking him by the shoulders.

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Cole’s Point Of View

My mind was reeling. I couldn’t catch my bearings at all. Tristan was becoming hotter the longer he lay unconscious. One minute he was getting irritated by Bellamy and the next he was passed out. It made no sense. On top of all the alarming things happening to him, his body was slowly trembling and begging for release. The feeling was stronger now that he was unconscious than when he was awake.

I looked up at Ferdinand and Sylvester worried and confused. It didn’t help, that they too were making the same expression that I was.

"Well what the hell do we do now? There’s no way I can stay in this room with him like this. He will wake up and hate me for sure." Bellamy groaned.

"Well maybe next time you should choose your words more wisely asshole. Also, in case it’s unclear to you dumbass, he’s not worried about what we would do. He’s more concerned with how much his body is changing, and how fast. I want you to understand that it’s only been two weeks and in that time his body has changed at least 3 times. Don’t push him to accept it, when he doesn’t even know what it is." Sylvester said, angrily.

"What the hell are you getting mad at me for? All I said was there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. How does that make me the bad guy? It’s like he subconsciously rejects our bond all the time. It hurts y’know?" Bellamy countered equally as angry.

"Enough idiots... Bellamy, it’s not like that. He just doesn’t know how to channel his feelings or emotions. It wasn’t exactly taught to him remember? Also I’m pretty sure no one has ever explained what a normal mating is like and Tristan’s mating was anything but normal. The fault lies with all of us, for only wanting to be with him, but never taking the time to explain anything to him properly... you should also know that he finds it hard to choose just one or two of us to sleep with while the others suffer." Ferdinand said, picking Tristan up out of my arms.

"True... when this all started he originally didn’t want to give in to it, because it wouldn’t be fair to you or Cole. I’m pretty sure he’s constantly wavering on trying to be fair to all of us." Sylvester added.

"Well we need a new plan. I understand that he doesn’t want to take us all on, but if this is the alternative then I don’t think his body is going to give him a choice." I said.

Ferdinand didn’t say a word. He quietly carried Tristan to his bathroom. Confused, we followed him and witnessed as he sat in the tub still in his pajama pants with a nude Tristan still in his arms. Then, he turned on the cold water and let the tub fill up. Once the water was halfway, he added hot water to the mix as well.

"Either get in, or get out. Right now I’m more concerned with whatever the hell is happening to Tristan, than I do about your petty inconsequential complaints. Bellamy, you let your arousal cloud your reasoning. It would be comical if the situation wasn’t so damn dire." Ferdinand all but growled.

"What do you mean? I did no such thing." Bellamy replied defensively.

"Haaah... we just gave him a suppressant, and moments later his pheromones explodes out of control and his arousal is much worse than before... Now, using that big brain of yours pray tell... what does this mean?" Ferdinand asked with a glare.

Everyone stared at Ferdinand in shocked realization. Tristan’s body had either built up an immunity to the suppressants or was completely rejecting them now. Neither answer was a good one, especially since Bellamy had spent countless hours making the suppressants for Tristan.

"Shit! No way!? It’s much too soon!" Bellamy yelled.

"Yes, exactly. So like Cole said, we need a new plan. One that keepsTristan’s wishes in mind." Ferdinand said.

"Ngh... h-hurts..." Tristan murmured.

Ferdinand began cupping water and pouring it over Tristan’s hair. Sylvester wet a towel with cold water and draped it over Tristan’s forehead. Tristan let out a small sigh and settled down once more.

"In order to not overwhelm him, what if we just took turns as teams? The others would probably need to stay close and flood him with their pheromones too, but if it’s anything like it was a moment ago, that shouldn’t be an issue. I’m pretty much at my limit, so I wouldn’t lose control and try to join in again..." Sylvester pondered.

"Hmm...? That might work... Though in the future I think the order should be Sylvester and Cole, then Bellamy and me." Ferdinand replied.

"And only if Tristan agrees. If he doesn’t we’ll need to go back to the drawing board..." Bellamy sighed.

"For now I say let him sleep. Ferdinand and I can stay with him until he wakes up. When he does, we’ll explain everything to him." Sylvester said.

"Hm...? Wait... everyone release a bit of your pheromones." Ferdinand said, looking perplexed.

We complied and Tristan instantly calmed down and stopped trembling. He then curled into Ferdinand’s chest, and his eyes fluttered open. No one understood what it meant. It was as if his body constantly needed our pheromones to stabilize itself.

Tristan looked around confused, then he looked up at Ferdinand. Ferdinand sucked in a sharp breath and placed his hand over Tristan’s eyes.

"Ferdinand... what happened? Why are we here? I’m the only one naked... that’s so embarrassing..." Tristan said, removing Ferdinand’s hand then curling into his chest still holding Ferdinand’s hand.

"Your fever spiked too high. This was the only way to cool you down that I could think of." Ferdinand replied.

"Why do I still feel like this even though you gave me a suppressant?" Tristan mumbled, trembling anew.

"Ah... well that’s..." Ferdinand trailed off. No matter how you looked at it, Tristan would surely panic once the truth came out.

"Your body has either built up an immunity to the suppressants, or it’s outright rejecting them. We won’t know if it’s because of the cycle or if it’s permanent until the cycle is over." I said, walking up to the tub and kneeling beside it near Tristan’s head.

"Haaah... so my body betrays me once again I see," Tristan groaned, "What did I ever do, for the Gods to hate me in such a way?"

"Hmm... it’s not the Gods love, it’s just crazy bad luck. That said, we might have devised a plan for you... if you want to do it, that is..." Ferdinand replied.

"What kind of plan...?" Tristan asked.

Ferdinand leaned in close to his ear and whispered the plan. Tristan’s face became red in an instant and he covered his face, immediately turning into Ferdinand’s chest.

"Would you like to try it?" Ferdinand smirked.

"Don’t make me answer that. It’s so embarrassing!"

"Well you can rest for now, Cole and Ferdinand will tell you about some things we’ve neglected to tell you before... Syl come with me for a bit." Bellamy said.

Sylvester walked out the bathroom with Bellamy and Tristan looked up at me wary of what I would say.

"It’s nothing bad. We were just... uhm... scolded for not being more attentive to our mate..." I said.

"Scolded...? By who?" He asked, looking confused.

I glanced over at Ferdinand and he just gave Tristan a lopsided grin. Tristan’s eyes widened at his silent admission.

"I just told them, it was unreasonable for them to expect you to know what it means to be a mate, when you’ve never been taught or shown... is that not true?" Ferdinand asked.

"W-Wait... I haven’t been a proper mate? Did I do something wrong?" Tristan asked, tearing up.

"No, no. It’s not like that babe..." I said, as the tears began to fall from his eyes.

"Listen, in a normal mated bond its an unbearable hardship to not be able to comfort or console one’s mate. That feeling is mutual and goes both ways. It’s extremely difficult to not be able to satisfy one’s mate as well, in all things. Like providing for them, emotionally, and physically." I said.

"For us however, being mated with you intensifies these needs tenfold. Especially since we are connected on a physical and emotional level as well. When you suffer, we suffer more. Be that in hunger, sickness, or otherwise. We feel it all. And not being able to help you hurts... unimaginably so..." Ferdinand added.

"So please trust us more. We want to help you in any way that feels comfortable to you. For us, our needs come second. For me personally, they are basically nonexistent. As long as you’re happy I can sleep just fine." I said.

"So please, just voice what you want, and be more selfish. In your case it’s not really being selfish, you’re just adorably wanton. Since we’ve met you, I can count on one hand the things you’ve asked for and none of it has been for yourself. I would bring down the stars for you, and I guarantee all your Alphas feel the same way. Hell Bellamy wanted to buy the amusement park to keep you guys smiling forever. Our love runs that deep." Ferdinand chuckled.

"So don’t fear your body. Just tell us what’s going on so we can brainstorm a way to help you. We will get your opinion on everything so trust us with your secrets and fears... Don’t suffer alone." I said, kissing his lips.

His eyes had calmed down quite a bit since he woke up, and he had stopped trembling as well. The problem was that he wasn’t agreeing or disagreeing with anything we said.

"I’m cold..." He finally murmured.

Ferdinand immediately stood up and exited the tub. He grabbed a towel and handed it to me, before handing Tristan over to me as well. I sat him on the hassock and wrapped the towel around him.

Moments later Ferdinand came back in new pajama pants and with a black and red plaid set for Tristan as well. He then dressed Tristan quickly and dried his hair as well. Once he was done, he picked him up and walked back out to his bed.

My eyes widened at the bed. Clearly Bellamy and Sylvester had changed the sheets and made the bed, but they were also nowhere to be seen.

Ferdinand tucked Tristan into bed and looked back at me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but his stare was kind of uncomfortable.

"Cole, are you going to get into bed?" He asked me.

Shocked, I slowly nodded then climbed into bed behind Tristan. Tristan turned over and put his face into my chest, then breathed in deep. It sent a weird sensation up my spine.

"Haha... my shy gentlemanly Alpha. I’ve neglected to cherish you more... I’m sorry." Tristan said, sliding his cold hands under my shirt and up my chest.

I sucked in a sharp breath and shivered, "So friggin cold, Tristan." I groaned.

"So warm me up... Sylvester isn’t here to be my human heater..." Tristan pouted looking up at me.

"Alright, alright. No need to make such a face." I replied.

Ferdinand climbed into bed as well and pressed his body against Tristan’s back, and then began rubbing his arms and legs. Tristan let out a satisfied sigh, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Once I pass out I’ll be completely useless, I’m insanely tired. If he wakes up before I do, don’t let him sleep walk. He did this morning and fell asleep outside my door. There’s no telling where he’ll go or end up, so don’t let go of him." Ferdinand said, before closing his eyes.

"Haah... seriously you are way too adorable for your own good." I mumbled into Tristan’s hair.

I wasn’t tired by any means, I had spent the majority of the day watching musicals with the kids. So I watched over Tristan and Ferdinand for hours as they slept peacefully...