Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Zeke

Fourteen

"Simon, I don't understand why you and Lincoln weren't here that day." We'd left the questions for a while, actually we weren't even going to bother asking because we're all here still, but I guess a deeper part of me wanted to find out what happened.

"Well, we wanted to tell you both but obviously at the time you were both….you know," Simon was referring to me and Matt going at it like rabbits. "Anyway we had Malcolm's tail. We followed him through the city, but we didn't realize until it was too late that he'd gotten one over on us and by the time we did realize it was too late. I took Lincoln to the safe house and we sent Dan back to get you both but it was too late, Malcolm beat him to it. We're so sorry. We should never have left like that, it was irresponsible."

"I'm sorry for bringing it up." I said and held my hand over Simon's.

"You're both still here, still it doesn't stop it from hurting. I nearly lost you Zeke. I hate myself for being so reckless."

"Hey," I whispered, trying to pull him from his daze. "You know me. How many times have I been stupidly reckless?"

He huffed out a chuckle. "Too many to count."

"We've all been stupid. So forget I asked and let's have a nice day," I smiled and looked over at Matt and Lincoln standing by the barbeque. "Look at them. It's like they don't have a care in the world."

"Yeah," Simon smiled and maybe, just a little bit, blushed too. "He's great, really great."

"Lincoln is. He's lucky to have you Simon. Really lucky."

"You think?"

"Err, yeah. Not only are you smart and gorgeous, you have the most wonderful heart. Anyone is lucky to have you in their life."

Simon was really blushing now. He needed to hear it. It wasn't something he was ever told, not with how we were living up until now anyway and if anyone deserved happiness just as much as me, it was Simon. He'd been through too much, seen too much. Now it was his time to shine and be loved and I know Lincoln will love him the way he deserves. "Thanks Zeke." He mumbled and grabbed for his glass.

"No, don't ever thank me for anything. I haven't done anything to be thankful for, so sit back and live now. Enjoy what you have."

"I'm going to."

"Good." We both fell silent as the conversation waned, and we lost ourselves in our drinks. I sat back in my chair, watching both Lincoln and Matt chat away like nothing ever happened. Maybe that's what we needed to do. I'm not saying it will ever go away, but over time the pain of it will become easier to bear and eventually, hopefully it will become a distant memory. It will fade into the background.

As I was staring at Matt he turned to look at me and smiled. I gulped. He's so hot and beautiful. I couldn't look away and for some reason, my palms wouldn’t stop sweating. After I’d rubbed them on my jeans for the millionth time, Simon snorted. I shot him a look. "What? There’s something wrong with my hands."

His eyes twinkled as he looked at me over his wine glass. "If by ‘something wrong’ you mean you have hyperhidrosis due to elevated anxiety about a cute guy, then yeah, you’re right."

I felt my jaw drop. "What the? Shut up. I'm...I'm just hot that's all."

"Right…" Then Simon stopped talking when Matt made his way towards us. "Gonna go see Lincoln." He quickly added and rushed to his feet, gave Matt a nod as he passed him.

"Hey there beautiful. What'cha thinking?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I wasn't gonna tell him that every thought was him. Every imagine that flashed through my pea brain was Matt at this very moment. Matt clothed. Matt naked. Matt between my legs. Matt everything. Matt Matt Matt. All Matt and my damn body responded to my thoughts and vivid images of me and him.

"Well, you look delectable." He mumbled and sat in the seat Simon occupied only minutes ago.

"Even all bruised looking?"

"Yep," he said, sliding a palm over my knee to my thigh. "When I first met you I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing."

"Me too."

Matt chuckled. "You were so scary that day but I be damned if I could just let you walk away."

"Yeah, I did run pretty fast."

"Yeah you did. I had a hard time keeping up with you. But your scent was so strong I sniffed my way to you."

"Fucking hell Matt, your like a blood hound," I giggled and snatched his hand. "It was bad timing though."

"I know. Now your mine."

"Yours," I repeated. I love that. All his. "I am. To think we were born into different worlds, yet we were actually born for each other, literally."

Matt sighed and set back in his chair. I rolled my head to look at him and he was already staring at me. "I nearly didn't come here, you know for Lincoln's birthday."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Now that I think about, do you think if I hadn't come here we would have met at all?"

"I'm not sure, but maybe. If we were born for each other, tethered by fate I think we would have. I'm not sure how or when though."

"Yeah," he breathed out. "I love you Zeke."

"I love you too. How are you feeling?"

"Good. Happy. Oh...Lincoln is meeting with a guy tomorrow about the factory in town, the one for sale."

"It's really happening isn't it?"

"Yep. We got this baby. A safe place for all the other Omega's. It won't be easy but it's a start."

"I know. Simon has already set the safe house up for the ones living on the streets and doctoring them. But there's a boy amongst them, well somewhere in the city I'd like to find."

"Who?" Matt queries.

"His name is Bennett. He's only thirteen. I'd only met him a handful of times. The last time I saw him he was staying with a Beta called Darren and then I lost him. I want to find him."

"Thirteen? Are you kidding?"

"Nope. I heard from Simon the other day that his parents had sold him off and even Simon can't find him. We need to find him Matt. He's so young, so vulnerable. I should have done more back then but I was so selfish."

"Zeke?"

"Hmm, yeah."

"Back then you wouldn't have been able to anyway. Malcolm probably wouldn't have let you. But now we will, together. Okay?"

"Yeah. This world is sick Matt. People are sick and cruel, I hate it. Life and death are meaningless and pain is god. I heard that once, not sure where though or who from. But for someone to feel that way just goes to show how fucked up this world is. How wrong everything is and I know I can't fix everything, but I need to do as much as can." Memories stirred in my head like a beast awakening from hibernation, though I didn’t credit most of them being real anymore because most involved Malcolm. I was trying to shut them out, forget he ever existed. But with so much to do and so many people to help it was really hard forgetting him and what he's done or been doing for so long.

"We will baby. We'll do everything we possibly can to make things right."

"Yeah." I smiled and squeezed Matt's hand. I am happy. I'm happy because I've found my other half, now we need to move forward and help all the others. I won't stop until I have and I won't stop until I've found Bennett. I'll even convince Matt to let Bennett live with us until he's strong enough to go out on his own. I just hoped and prayed he's still alive and still in this city.