The cold tile floor was the first thing Flippy noticed as he was starting to wake. How long had he'd been out was beyond his knowledge at the moment and yet he still felt exhausted. With no drive to get up off the bathroom floor, he remained laying there, his body felt heavy and stiff from laying on the hard surface for so long, reluctant to move. Green eyes stared at the numerous bottles of pills that lay scattered over the floor, luckily, none of them were open but he seemed to have knocked them all off the counter before he passed out. It was a reminder that he had to take his other medications before he was thrown out of sync.
He reached for a familiar bottle, squinting a little to read the label just to double check to make sure he had his heat suppressors correctly. Like birth control for women, he had t take one of these every day to prevent himself from going into heat. However, it was recommended from the doctors that an omega should plan at least two heats a year to be healthy. Flippy never had one in his entire life. By the time he reached maturity, he'd already been drafted into the military which forced any omega to be constantly on them. Getting a heat on the battlefield could lead to disaster, so Flippy had never the time to plan one out during his time.
When he'd retired, or rather dismissed, from the military, he was scared. He had it drilled into his brain that heats were bad, that if he went into one, it could cause suffering onto others. So he remained taking his medication without planning for a break. Sure, it was unhealthy, but nothing about Flippy's life was exactly healthy. With his alter ego a constant threat to everyone around him, he didn't want to have to deal with losing control because of a heat. He didn't know how he would act, if his ego could even come out during those times. He didn't want to risk it, it was difficult enough keeping him in check. So far, he hadn't killed anyone, Fliqpy liked to make sure Flippy knew when he killed someone. To let that guilt weigh on him, slowly crushing him.
He opened the cap and pulled free a tiny pill, too small that he was always afraid he'd drop it and it would go missing. He pushed it into his mouth and swallowed it dry, with it being so small, he really didn't need water. When he put the cap on, he knew he would have to get up sometime, even though he wanted to hide in the bathroom and just wish the world away. He couldn't face it, couldn't face the troubles of the world, couldn't face Splendid. What would his friend think after that show he pulled? Everyone was scared of him because he was ex-military, afraid because as a soldier, they knew he likely had killed people in the war. Here had been different, a fresh start and everyone had been welcoming because they hadn't seen the other side of him.
Now, both Splendid and Splendont had seen a glimpse of what he was capable of, they likely wouldn't trust him anymore. Already he missed hanging out with Splendid, how the hero made it seem like he'd been the most important thing in the world to him. He sighed out softly, letting his mind replay all the moments he spent with Splendid. He actually laughed the time he accidentally spilled flour all over Splendid's front when the blue haired hero was trying to teach him how to bake. In punishment, Splendid had hugged Flippy and transferred some of the flour onto him as well. Or the time they had to stay in because it was raining, the thunder usually scared him, but with a blanket around him and tucked against Splendid's side, he was able to continue reading his book in peace. Now, that would be all over.
He couldn't stay, it wasn't like he'd be better off anywhere else but here he couldn't face Splendid again, not after trying to kill his brother. He knew how the hero felt about Splendont, despite the ranting and frustration Splendid presented, it was obvious he did care about his twin. While it was tempting to just up and leave without telling Splendid, he just couldn't, he wanted to see Splendid just one last time, he needed to confirm his fears before he actually left. It would be a cold reminder as to why it was a bad idea to let anyone get close. He couldn't visit Splendid in his current state, his clothes wrinkled, hair disheveled, he wanted to at least look nice even though he felt on the verge of shattering at any moment.
Groaning, he pushed himself up, ignoring the mess he'd made with all his medication and other toiletries. He almost expected to see those horrendous yellow eyes greet him when he faced the mirror, but he was only face with his tired, ruined look. His skin a bit clammy and pale, looking exactly how he felt. He struggled through his daily routine, brushing his teeth, combing his hair which didn't look as feathery as usual since he hadn't taken a shower. He didn't trust his legs well enough at the moment to risk taking a shower. He knew he was still recovering from all the pills he swallowed, leaving him weak, but keeping everyone else safe.
Once he was presentable enough, he left the bathroom, leaving the mess as he had no motivation to clean it all up right now. Some coffee should help him clear his head as he made his way down the hall. One hand stretched out to brush against the wall, a safety precaution in case he lost his balance. He was far too used to collapsing, hitting his head, or breaking something during these moments. He didn't want to stay in Happy Tree any longer due to having to visit the hospital again. He had quite enough of that place, especially since it had taken a little while for Splendid to curb his strength and excitement around him.
When he made it to the kitchen and to the coffee pot, he paused when he reached for his bag of coffee, staring at the fact there were two bags. Splendid had brought it over when he decided to have a late night movie party and spent the night on the couch. Flippy had let him because Splendid had bribed him with the promise of making breakfast for him in the morning. Flippy hadn't realized how far he'd allowed Splendid to come into his life, it was borderlining from friends to someone in a relationship. That was something Flippy never imagined him having, but he'd been so caught up enjoying his time with Splendid, he never noticed the bond growing between them slowly and steadily.
He grabbed Splendid's brand of coffee and put it on after pouring water into the coffee maker, deciding to at least give it a try to see if he liked it. It was a foolish notion, to want to know what Splendid liked when he planned on running like a coward. He glanced at the fridge, debating on making breakfast but his stomach still wasn't feeling well, so maybe toast would help settle it. Once he put bread in the toaster, he stood in the kitchen, at a loss of what to do, normally he'd go outside and grab the daily paper to read, but he was scared to open his door, scared to face the outside world. In his house, surrounded by familiar sights and scents, he could find comfort in himself.
Restless now by standing and doing nothing, he moved into the adjoining living room to sit down on the couch, dragging his favorite blanket around him. Swaddled in the soft, velvety feel, it allowed him to calm down a little. Ducking his head, he buried his face into the brown throw blanket, inhaling the scent. It was supposed to be his soothing omega juniper scent, but now it was laced with the warm, powdery scent of Sandalwood. Splendid. He sighed out slowly, Splendid must have used the blanket when he stayed the night, Flippy hadn't had the chance to wash it, but since he didn't use it very often, it wasn't dirty. He closed his eyes, letting himself have a moment of weakness as he inhaled the mixed scent deeply into his lungs, letting it warm him, steady him.
He was tempted to just drag the blanket back to his bedroom and curl up on his bed, safely tucked away so he could pretend everything was fine. A nice, dark and cool retreat to let him rest off this 'hangover', maybe meeting up with Splendid could wait until tomorrow. He'd face the hero with a clear head, spending some time alone in his home would help ease the stress, he needed all the strength he could muster if he was going to face his friend. Splendid was popular, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him to move on. Everyone waved at him, smiled, and even idolized him. Flippy was just a veteran shoved to the side because no one really knew how to deal with someone like him.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, his eyes opening as his heart rate picked up the pace. A strange excitement buzzed through him because he knew the only one who ever visited him here was Splendid. He couldn't appear too eager when he wanted to rush to the door, couldn't let the fantasy he'd been living to resume. He had to face reality sometime as he pushed himself up off the couch. Doing his best to steel himself, trying to mentally prepare what he was going to say to Splendid as if that would make it any better. Slowly, he cracked open the door when he reached it, just enough to allow one green eye to peer out and up to quietly meet Splendid's.
He looked worse for wear, a few bandages here and there, likely from fighting his twin, but his usually perfect hair looked messy, as if he'd been constantly running his fingers through it. By the looks of the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, the stress had kept him up all night, making Flippy feel veteran quickly glanced down and away, trying not to feel the draw Splendid had. He wanted to pull the hero close, for Splendid to hold onto him and tell him he wasn't going anywhere, that they were still friends. Maybe a little more than friends. Splendid pushed the door open gently, making sure Flippy didn't fall over. Flippy wanted to deny Splendid entrance, but he felt himself bending to the blue-eyed hero. Reluctantly, he stepped away from the door, allowing Splendid to enter.
He stared down at those red sneakers, watching them step into his home and hearing the door click as it was shut behind him. The silence stretched on as neither of them said a word, trying to find the right thing to say. Just when Flippy was about to break and start rambling about how sorry he was, he felt fingers curl beneath his chin, the touch was light, measured to keep Splendid from hurting him. With a tender urging, Flippy found his head being tilted up, his green eyes raising to meet Splendid's, his gaze full of fear, of heartache, and silent suffering. What Flippy saw in those blue depths stole his breath away, soft concern, a warm care along with something softer, something unspoken growing between them that both were too nervous, too scared to explore.
Flippy felt his body warm from head to toe, becoming aware of how close Splendid had gotten without him noticing, almost able to feel the warmth coming off of the hero's body. He stood there under the exploring gaze of Splendid, watching the taller male take in his features as if he simply couldn't get enough of them and committed them to memory. The scent of Splendid was welcoming, enticing, while it soothed it also sparked excitement at the same time, Flippy felt high off the scent. Then he could see it, Splendid moving slowly, cautiously as if one quick move could make the omega run away once again. Flippy stood rooted to the ground, entranced by how close Splendid was getting.
When he felt warm breath dance over his lips, Flippy leaned up on his toes, easing closed the gap between their lips, drawn in by the was forgotten the moment he felt those lips on his own, firm and yet soft, such contradictions were the perfect combination. Flippy was new to this, didn't know how to kiss aside from what he read in romance books. It seemed Splendid had figured it out after a moment of hesitation. Melting into the kiss as those lips moved against his, slowly encouraging Flippy to participate. Eventually, Flippy moved with Splendid, getting out of sync a time or two with their gentle motions but Splendid moved to get Flippy back on track.
A hand slid up his back, settling on the lower curve of his back, guiding his body closer until they were pressed together. Flippy's eyes drifted closed, letting the moment wash over him, the comfort and safety being in Splendid's arms making sure to chase away all his fears. The hand on his chin moved, gradually sliding his palm to cup one of Flippy's soft cheeks, treating the veteran as if he were made of glass. His skin felt highly aware of the contact, making him yearn for more. He wanted to be touched as if he was the most precious thing in the world, that he mattered even if only to one person. Eventually, Splendid pulled away, allowing Flippy to gasp for breath he hadn't know he needed, Splendid could've held his breath longer as his lips began to trail kisses down along Flippy's jaw, making the retired soldier tip his head to the side, and omega way of submitting and his own way to encourage Splendid for more of those kisses.
The kisses ended at his scent glad in the crook of his neck, usually hidden by the collar of his army jacket, but Splendid's hand eased one shoulder of the jacket off, exposing more of that marred skin. He should bee concerned, he wasn't certain if he was ready for this as it was a big step and Splendid seemed to be nuzzling against the source of Flippy's scent as if he was completely addicted and entranced. What he didn't expect was the tongue that dragged over his scent gland, making his entire body quake and drawing a quiet moan from him. It was far too sensitive to be normal, making Flippy start to struggle through the fog growing in his mind. Something was wrong here.
"Splendid, something… something's wrong." He managed to mumbled out between breaths, sounding dazed and distance. Splendid hesitated a moment as if struggling to stop for a moment before he looked up at Flippy. The hero looked torn between continuing to please the omega or to figure out what was bothering Flippy. Flippy needed air, the things Splendid was doing to him made him feel a little too warm in his clothes. Some space was needed, along with cool air to clear their minds. However Flippy was finding it difficult to pull away from the comforting embrace and the promise of what Splendid could give him. He shouldn't feel like this.
"Did, um, did you take your medicine." Splendid seemed to manage to slur out as if drunk, but it didn't make sense. Flippy had made sure to grab the right bottle, he had read the label and everything. Now that Splendid had suggested such things, Flippy did sort of feel like this was what the beginning of a heat would be, if he believed what he read in romance books. His fingers curled into the front of Splendid's jumpsuit, clinging to him as he looked confused as to why this was happening to him.
It was only when he heard familiar laughing echoing in the back of his mind, he knew what his alter ego had done.
