Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Part Three

Matt

If anyone gave that beautiful boy what he needed, it should be me. Only me. It was strange that I felt possessive, so damn possessive it made my bones ache. It made everything fucking ache. I couldn't stand it anymore. "Lincoln!" I shouted from his living room. The party died down long ago and for the first time in my adult life I didn't enjoy one second of it. I stayed up all night. The sun had already started to peak letting me know I was stark raving made. "Lincoln…."

"Jesus what?" He stood next to me, I hadn't even noticed he was in the room.

"That place you hired the cocktail bar, what's the name?"

He cocked his head to one side and studied me for a moment. "Why?"

"Tell me."

"First tell me who busted your lip."

I sighed and ran my hands over my head to my face. This wasn't happening. "I don't know who it was, but it was someone associated with that bartender."

"Wow. You actually went after the guy. Are you nuts? You missed out last night."

"I guess so." Not sure why I did it, but I had grabbed my notebook from my suitcase and wrote down the strange events of yesterday, needing to put them down with a pen, not on a computer, to have the physical process of forming each word with my own hand, producing each letter of his name. (Zeke) The encounter had meant too much to me to be distanced from it in any way. All the time I sat there writing, I cursed myself for letting him leave so quickly. I desperately wished I could have found a way to detain him longer, but that damn guy punched me. It came so quickly I couldn't retaliate and he was gone. Both of them.

"Fine. Its Shotz mobile cocktail hire," Lincoln walked away moaning. "I phoned that place and I put in a complaint."

"Give me the number." I demanded.

"Why?"

"Stop asking why and just give it to me."

He chuckled. "Or you can just go online and get it you twat."

"Right," Oh, stupid. I didn't think about that. God, my heads all messed up. And overnight, I became completely celibate. No one could compare to Zeke. No one had ever roused me in the way he had. His hot temper. Those big eyes, his strong scent. Every single detail of the guy was etched not only into my brain, but my heart. I knew there could never be another for me. I thought Zeke was everything a man could want. Beautiful, vital….perfect. If only I could find him. I’d change everything in my life to get a second chance. So I picked up my phone and tapped in the name of the company. A phone number and an address. If I go there….if I go, I could see him again, right? Or get information. Anything. I'd take anything. I was desperate. So damn desperate. What was it? Why was I so desperate? Why did it feel like any second my head would implode and my heart with it. "Shit," I mumbled as I pocket my phone. "I'm not going home tomorrow. Can I stay longer?" I asked.

Lincoln gave me an odd look, then as odd as it was, it was gone and replaced with a smirk. "Sure buddy," he was still fucking grinning. "Are you going after that guy?"

"What? Oh...erm…"

He laughed and sat in front of me, crossed legged and holding a cold can of coke. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"Like, you know...in yourself?"

"I'm good."

He sniggered and regarded me blankly. "He was an Omega, right?"

"How…."

"I'm not stupid. But you are. Extremely."

"Lincoln, I don't even know what the fuck happened," I protested. "I bumped into him and the next thing it was like my heart leapt from my chest and into his."

"So you chased after him. Such an idiot." Lincoln shook his head as he regarded me again and then left the room.

Am I an idiot? God I must be, yet I can't forget him. I can't forget the way he felt under my hands. And that kiss. He claimed so much of me with that one brief touching of his soft lips on mine. I kept hold of him on that street, wanting to feel him in my arms, wanting to keep him there forever, where he was needed. And did I need him. That one kiss had fired an intense desire in me, one I wasn’t sure could ever be satisfied. It wasn’t only lust, though that was very strong. I wanted him around for so much more than mere sex. The desire was for all he was, not just for the gratification I could get from him. Our first meeting had hooked me and he was unconsciously reeling me in, tugging on some invisible line to haul me closer. Is this that thing they call fate? Fate. Fate. It must be fate. Although I've never seen it. I've only ever heard of it in stories. But it must be that. It definitely feels like that. Now I didn't want to go back to my empty, shallow seeming life. Suddenly It felt as if there was nothing left to my existence, no reason to be alive, taking up space, using up resources. Thinking of the life I've led so far has lost its appeal. I needed that wild, beautiful guy. Only he would fill the growing void within me. I knew his irrepressible spirit would warm me. "I'm going out and I'm using your car!" I shouted up to Lincoln. He'd probably gone to bed. Yet sleep was far from my mind. So I upped and grabbed Lincoln's Bentley keys and left.

It was another hot day. I let the windows down as I drive through the rich neighborhood. I quickly punched the zip code in the sat nav and made my way into the city. I needed to remember I'm not from here and driving on the left freaked me out just a tad. But I finally made it into the city. Damn, it's just as busy as any city. And what I hated most was a lot of traffic. That's why back home I lived near work so I didn't have to deal with this shit and all the damn people. I could describe the tedious intricacies of my work in IT, but, honestly, it bores me senseless now. Back home it didn't. I loved my work, and my life as a whole, shallow butterfly of a creature that I was. Now I had some real purpose. Zeke. "Found you." I muttered and shoved the car in any available space I could find and fled from it. It didn't look like the usual business. It was small and had a normal advertising board set outside. So I took in deep lungful air and walked right in. The bell above the door alerted a young female receptionist. "Hey…" God I was almost stuttering.

"Can I help you sir?"

I rubbed my palms down my jeans and moved towards her. She was a normal. Apart from the strong perfume she was wearing, there was nothing about her that would suggest otherwise. "Erm, you have a guy working for you."

She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips as she regarded the mess standing in front of her. "We have many guys that work for us."

"I'm after….no, I mean I need to see a particular guy, Zeke….that's his name."

"Sorry sir. We do not give out employee information."

Fuck! How in the hell am I going to find him? "Ma'am. He's very important to me. I need at least something, anything. I'll pay you if that's what it will take."

Her expression went completely blank. "I'm guessing you're the sort of guy who thinks money will solve everything. Maybe even the world's problems….or not. But again, we do not give out employee information. I suggest you give up."

"I...I can't give up."

"Sir, that is not my problem."

"This is nuts," I grumbled as I moved back away from the woman who was now tapping her neatly polished nails on the cheap desk. "I must find him…"

Suddenly a gust of warm summer air caught me and I turned to see who had come through the door. "Well shit," I looked at a guy now standing in front of me. "You don't give up do you? I thought punching you might have done the trick."

It was him, the guy that snatched my Zeke away from me. "That punch did nothing." I bit.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't under the circumstances."

"What?"

"I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about," he grinned and moved towards me. I straightened and held my head high. "Zeke. You're not only attracted to him because of his pretty face, right?" I gulped. "You feel it in here," He pressed a long finger to my chest. "Shame though, he's being dealt with. So give up."

"I can't give up."

"Maybe so, but you have to."

"Don't keep us apart if you know exactly what it is."

He leaned in close, his eyes bored into mine, making me involuntarily shiver. "You think fate will make you happy? Fate is fate my friend. He hates you and don't you think it will be sad to keep someone with you who hates you just because it's fate? Don't you think that's too cruel?"

I stared at him for a beat. My muscles in my jaw cheeks working overtime. "Don't you think it's too cruel keeping us apart? You do know what happens to a fated pair if they're kept apart?"

"Yep, one or both will die. But I will make damn sure it's not Zeke. Once you're gone, he will be free."

"It doesn't work that way, not for an Omega. If a fated Alpha pair dies, his Omega will keep on suffering, but if the Omega fated pair dies, the Alpha will be free. That's how it works."

His expression changed, only slightly. Then he gulped as he retained that new bit of information. "We have medicine."

"How long until it doesn't work anymore?"

"It doesn't matter!" he shouted and pushed his finger into my chest again. "You won't see him. Period!"

"It's not up to you…."

He cut me off. "It's not up to you either. Zeke doesn't want to see you. Heather, close up shop today, I'm leaving."

The young girl nodded and the big guy who punched me yesterday started to walk away. But I can't give up. I can't. "Please," I begged, grabbing his arm. "Please let me see him."

"Stop! It won't make a difference. You'll both be miserable in the end because it's not a fucking choice. Do you get it? Just give up."

"What if Zeke dies?"

The guy stopped and slouched his shoulders. "Then he dies. He will be free." 

My arms fell to my sides. How? I don't get it. He'd let Zeke die? "What friend does that?" He shook his head and left without another word. No….I won't give up. I'll find him, one way or another. I. Won't. Give. Up....Ever.