The purple liquid shimmered in the light, with flecks of mind altering dust and other biological things he had not been educated on.

He'd woken up, nestled in the crook of Hawthorn's pale arm on his bed, curled up against his side, his legs tangled around Hawthorn's. Hawthorn had still been asleep when he woke and to his surprise, he'd changed clothes, then the ache in his head returned and he remembered how they'd cracked open the bottle of brandy after their emotional ordeal, to disperse some tension.

Hawthorn hadn't drank much, but he definitely had way too much for his own good. Stumbling to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet had been the hardest journey of his life. Pasarine, he could handle, Alcohol, not his friend. Never.

Hawthorn joined him in the bathroom, rubbing his bare back on the scarred side. The knotted flesh tingled numbly under his massaging, but he didn't mind. It kind of felt nice. Soothing.

"Here, drink some of this." Hawthorn handed him some thick liquid, coagulant inside the vessel.

He grimaced, even though he couldn't smell anything beyond the acrid sting of vomit. "What is it?"

"Hangover cure." He pouted as Hawthorn helped tip his head back. To his surprise it did not taste as vile as it looked. It was sweet and stuck to his throat but in a cooling way. "Absorbs the alcohol from your blood and converts it into hydration. A neat little recipe we picked up on one of the planets we visited."

"Amazing," he muttered as the pangs recessed into wakefulness and he realized what day it was. Commencement day.

Notably, he freaked out when he couldn't remember where he'd put the vial of purple, then found that it'd been tucked away onto Hawthorn's vanity while they slept.

Hawthorn didn't have a vial.

"Why don't you have one?" The awful mistaken feeling built up inside his chest, pushing his lungs into a cramped corner.

"I don't need one."

"But, you're human?"

Hawthorn simply shrugged. "Just don't question it." Then pinched his cheek. "Go on, drink up."

He hesitated before he screwed his eyes shut and tossed the mixture to the back of his throat. It was tasteless and honestly a dramatic anticlimax for whatever horrors his mind had conjured. "I don't feel anything."

Hawthorn pulled him away from the vanity and back to the bathroom. "Let's get you washed. You'll start feeling it once your blood gets going." The water poured from the bath spigot in a gentle waterfall, cascading over the many shallow stones at the edge of the tub. Or at least, he assumed was a tub, but looked more like an exotic planetary phenomenon.

The water warmed him, from his toes to his lower torso, where the water level was quickly filling. Hawthorn's hands grabbed him by the hips and his weight shifted onto his right leg, forcing him to buckle into sitting In Hawthorn's lap. His cheeks flushed when he felt the press of something hard and thick under him. "Is that you?"

Hawthorn's voiced reached a lower timbre, "Yes," while his hands roamed curiously around the network of scars on his side, the other venturing lower and lower down his back. Hemlock shivered when Hawthorn lapped at his chest, tongue curling around his nipple that rose to meet the kiss with fervent enthusiasm. It sent a tremor straight down his core into the depth of his abdomen.

"This feels weird." He mumbled into Hawthorn's long hair while fingers gripped the roundness of his buttocks firmly. Hawthorn's teeth scraped against his nipple and his back arched. "Hawthorn? What's happening to me?"

"The omega hormones make your body more sensitive, more receptive. Makes Omegas irresistible to Alphas."

Hemlock groaned, biting his lip when Hawthorn's hips ground up between his cheeks. "What does the alpha hormones do?"

Hawthorn made a noise through his noise. "Gives you a bigger dick if you’re a guy, or the ability to impregnate if you're a woman. Also gives you the week long stamina to keep up with the omegas."

Hemlock didn't know why, but the answer made him laugh, through his chest, rather than through his mouth. Hawthorn looked up at him, the gaze soft and endearing. Hawthorn held him still for a moment before pressing a kiss to his navel. "You don't need hormones to be irresistible."

The validation tickled his ears, an unfamiliar sound in his head, but perhaps it was the hormones, but he let them sink in. He wanted to believe. If only for this week.

The water had plateaued around them, spilled over the edge of the basin to the floor, but Hawthorn paid it no mind. Instead, he gently coaxed Hemlock's hips to move, grinding against Hemlock's entrance. Hemlock tangled his fingers in the silky locks and tugged ever so slightly. Hawthorn's cock twitched at it and his own began rousing, a feeling so new, that he had to look down and watch.

Hawthorn smile, ducking his head under and kissed him with just the press of his lips as one of his hand rubbed the inside of his scarred hip and he gasped. The kissed deepened, gaining momentum as their tongues brushed against each other, then he felt it. The moment Hawthorn's hand grazed his cock. He shuddered, a noise springing from deep in his throat. Hawthorn surged forward, holding him close as their hips moved against each other, gaining friction.

Water splashed over the edge as Hawthorn switched places with him, letting him sit on the stone seat under the water. Hawthorn's shouldered his way between his leg, only lifting his good leg up out of the water. He looked ravenous, even with his hair clinging to his damp skin. His shoulder were strong despite their narrowness. Hemlock jerked when fingers brushed against his entrance. It sent a strong wave through him, making him lurch against the fingers.

Hawthorn growled in his chest and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss as the tip of his finger popped into Hemlock. Hemlock arched against the warmth of Hawthorn's chest, his nipples grazing against the taunt muscles. He made noises he had no idea he could make. High and throaty.

Hawthorn's lips grazed against the edge of his jaw as he pushed his finger deeper and nipped at his throat muscle when his slide it out again. He pressed a long kiss to his collarbone when he began pushing his entire finger in and out of him, curling it into some spot that made Hemlock squirm. He held onto Hawthorn's biceps as another finger was added.

Before long his hips were jerking against the fingers pressed deep inside him. He could feel the slickness in him coating the fingers. He new it wasn't the water because the fingers had plugged him well.

He moaned when the fingers disappeared and searched for Hawthorn's hands with his own. Hawthorn shushed him as the panel of hair brushed over his face while Hawthorn shifted position. Hemlock's hips were hiked up, and Hawthorn leaned forward, the head of his cock breaching his stretched ass smoothly with a slick plunge. They both shuddered when Hawthorn lodged himself deep into his body.

Hawthorn's cock pressed his walls tightly, filling all the spaces he didn't know he needed filled. He whimpered as Hawthorn bit at the nape of his neck. "Please," he begged. And that's all he had to say when Hawthorn thrust his hips back and struck forward again in that spot that made him see flecks of light in the rims of his vision.

He screamed as he clutched at Hawthorn's back, as hands dug into his scarred flesh, another hand tangled in his hair. Their foreheads were pressed together and he could hear the soft noises Hawthorn was making as he thrust inside him. He choked out between thrusts, "Hawthorn."

Hawthorn shushed him then whispered against the lobe of his ears, sending sparks flying down his spine. "Call me by my name. Scream my real name for me. Huathe."

He didn't exactly know if he was pronouncing it right when he screamed it but Huathe's tempo changed into something more animalistic and intense. He clutched at the edge of the basin, the stones digging into this back, but it didn't matter. Everything else felt so mindlessly good.

The rocking of Huathe's hips became a blur as the pressure gathered in his abdomen and his hand shot out to hold Huathe's hand. For a moment, sheer terror burst through him, but Huathe locked him in a kiss, whispering, "Just let go. I'll hold you."

So he did. He exploded, the muscles in his abdomen trembling and pulsing as he jerked his hips, cum streaking through the water and Hawthorn bit down on his neck and plunged as deep as he could, releasing his cum inside him. It was hot and filled him with a heavy sensation of contentment, as he lolled into Hawthorn's arms, passing out from the overload.