Allen woke up to the sound of something glass shattering against the floor. He groggily opened his eyes, taking in the pitch blackness of the theater. The movie must have ended a while ago, because even the projector had turned off. Something was straddling him, something exceedingly warm.

“Alpha…” A husky voice hummed, fanning his breath across his neck. The King began placing wet, hot kisses on the hollow of his neck.

He swallowed thickly and breathed in, immediately regretting the decision. The overwhelming scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and something incredibly sweet he couldn’t place sent his senses into overdrive.

Fuck.

Allen’s instincts took over and one hand went to grip Scott’s hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The other hooked under the Omega’s chin, bringing his head up to capture his plump lips in a kiss. Scott rolled his hips against him, whimpering softly as Allen devoured his lips. A haze began to settle over his mind, and there was nothing but that sweet smell and inviting heat wafting off Scott.

That is, until the small, logical part of his brain pointed out that was he was in heat. Scott was in heat.

The thought sobered him enough to break the kiss, pushing Scott onto the seat beside him. He hopped up quickly, trying to avoid the broken bowl of popcorn as he put some distance between him and the Omega.

“Stay.” Allen grumbled, doing his best to ignore the King, who was whining from his spot on the chair across the room. What was he supposed to do in this situation? The Suitors hadn’t had any training in this scenario. Get a guard? The thought sent an irrational pang of jealousy through Allen. No, all the guards were Alphas. No doubt, they’d react the same way as Allen or worse. He needed like a maid, or something. Almost every room in the palace had a button that alerted the maids to send one to that particular room. He made his way to the entrance of the room, feeling for the familiar button that was usually next to the light switch. He breathed a sigh of relief, as his fingers fumbled to push it.

Just as he had turned to check on Scott again, he was tackled to the ground and Scott was over him again. He was surprised, loss of motor skills was one of the first things to go when an Omega was in heat. The fact that his shirt was hardly on and that he’d managed to tackle Allen was a feat itself.

“Am I not good enough…?” Scott sniffled, sadness lacing his voice. He leaned down and kissed Allen sloppily, “Please, Alpha.”

The fog settled over the Alpha again, clogging the logical part of his brain as he flipped Scott onto his back, pinning the smaller male beneath him. He growled lowly, kissing his swollen lips deeply. Scott moaned, wriggling happily against Allen. He nipped Scott’s bottom lip with his fangs, and the Omega allowed entrance, his hands coming up to tangle in Allen’s tousled, red hair.

Allen pulled away and began kissing along his jaw, moving towards his neck. Scott’s skin was still almost unbearably hot, and his whimpers and moans spurred him on, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh. A tight feeling coiled in his chest, the instinct to possess taking over. His tongue ran over the scent gland where his neck and shoulder met, right where he would put his mark. The one that would make Scott’s his forever.

Allen’s fangs had just grazed the spot, about to sink into the skin when something pricked his neck. He growled as the world began to spin, and he slumped over as the world faded to black.