Shiro looked past Pidge as if he couldn't see him, eyes wide. For a moment, he looked as if he were going to be sick, but then he blinked and looked at Pidge.
"Can you make it home alone? I have to do something real quick." When Pidge nodded, curious, Shiro handed him his two baskets, backpedaling to the town, turning to rush to the doctor. He barged unceremoniously through the door when he lost his footing, crashing to the floor with an almighty screech of shock.
The doctor glared at Shiro, before laughing, helping him up.
"What can I do ye for, Shiro?" The doctor was a kind, elderly Alpha, who specialized in transgender patients. Shiro straightened up, clearing his throat.
"Alfred, I know you said Pidge had to be sixteen before he can have his surgery, but I can't stand to see him suffer another year. Can we arrange for him to come in tomorrow, and set up an appointment for his top surgery, at least?"
Alfred thought hard about this, before nodding.
"We can do that, Shiro. You've always been a fantastic patient, and you were brave during your own surgery, younger than Pidge!" Shiro flushed, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, I had a good doctor," he murmured, eyes bright. Alfred brought the younger Alpha into a hug, smiling.
"Bring Pidge here tomorrow, and I'll see what we can do," he said, leaning forward to lightly scent Shiro, who returned the respectful gesture, growling softly in the back of his throat, clapping his hand onto the Alpha's shoulder, before heading home.
Crickets were singing as Shiro knocked on Pidge's door before slowly opening the door. The Omega was wide awake, nose buried in a book. Shiro sat down on the bed, smiling.
"Do you like it?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to read the title. In looping scribble, the title was illegible to the Alpha, who just realized how bad his vision really was getting; his father had gone blind around 40, what did that say for him?
"It's amazing, Shiro! It's about this girl who becomes the pseudo-prisoner of this huge beast, but he's not really a beast, really gentlemanly, and he's like a giant tiger-man-thing!"
Shiro smiled, listening to Pidge, eyes bright. He laid back, looking at Pidge, who lowered the book, blinking.
"What?" He asked, scrunching his forehead up, looking confused for a moment.
"Read something?" Shiro asked, hoping he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. Pidge's eyes lit up with happiness, and he shifted so he was comfortable, before clearing his throat, looking for his previous place.
"'Her hunger was now greater than her fear, so she sat at the table and ate heartily. The airy hand pressed her to take another slice of goose, another gingerbread dragon. Beauty took seconds of everything and made the meal last as long as she could. But when the last bit of ice cream was gone, the clock struck seven, and she heard such a snorting and a roaring that she gripped the arms of her chair and prepared for the worst.
Then the Beast loped into the room.'" Pidge looked at Shiro, who was watching him with bright, kind eyes. Slowly, the Alpha reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind the Omega's ear.
"What happened next?" He whispered, tilting his head curiously. Pidge pushed the book to him, grinning.
"You read that part!" He cried, moving so that Shiro had no choice but to press against the headboard or get crushed under Pidge. He cleared his throat awkwardly, before opening the book again, and looking at Pidge, who was watching him with wide, bright eyes, like a tawny-and-chestnut owl. Shiro cleared his throat and began.
"'He was the most monstrous creature she had ever seen. Her knees were knocking, and she could scarcely stand to meet him, but she was determined not to let the Beast see her fear, even when he eyed her all over, as if he were deciding how to eat this delicate morsel.
"Did you come of your own free will?" he asked.
"Yes, Beast," answered Beauty with a shudder.
"I'm delighted to hear it," remarked the Beast. "You are a brave girl."
This was such a polite response that Beauty's hipes rose. Evidently satisfied with her reply, the Beast turned and trotted out of the room.'"
By the time Shiro had finished reading, Pidge had fallen asleep, curled up in the Alpha's lap. Setting the book aside, Shiro slowly lifted the sleeping Omega, who shifted and wrapped sleep-heavy limbs about him, effectively making tucking him in impossible. With a groan, Shiro relented and laid down, pulling the blankets onto them. It wasn't too long before the Alpha was fast asleep as well.
Dawn edged into the room slowly, casting hesitant rays across the Alpha's eyes, who groaned and rolled away from the light, effectively taking Pidge with him, who hadn't moved all night. Pidge didn't complain much, as he was able to curl more effectively into the warmth of his Alpha, and go right back to sleep. Shiro groaned, unable to sleep anymore. He got from the bed, careful not to wake Pidge, yawning widely, scratching the back of his head as he went to go sleepily make breakfast.
By the time Pidge was tromping to the kitchen, Shiro had managed to burn two pieces of toast, coat the counter and himself with orange juice, and was now fighting with a rather stubborn blender.
"Fucking Hell!" he growled suddenly, to which Pidge squeaked, hiding behind the island in the middle of the room. Slowly, Shiro calmed down and realized his mistake: the blender wasn't even plugged in. He huffed, plugging it in. As the clock struck ten, Shiro finally had breakfast ready; instead of orange juice, they had fruit smoothies.
Shiro set his fork down, looking at Pidge.
"You'll have to get dressed after breakfast, Pidge. Your birthday present is at 11." Pidge blinked at him, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth.
"You didn't have to get me anything," he said, blushing a dark red. Shiro smiled, shaking his head.
"I did, though. It's your fifteenth birthday, I wanted to get you something special."
Alfred beamed when he saw Shiro leading Pidge into the office. He picked his cane up and moved toward them, eyes glowing with a bright happiness.
"You're here, excellent!" The Alpha held his hand out to Pidge, smiling.
"Dr. Alfred von Schmidt, a true pleasure to meet you at last, Pidge!" Pidge grew nervous suddenly, looking at Shiro. The Alpha nodded, leaning over to rub his nose against Pidge's scent glands, allowing his own comforting scent to permeate the Omega's senses. Calmed down, Pidge gripped Alfred's hand, smiling.
"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous around strangers. Uhm, why exactly am I here?" Alfred looked at Shiro, who nodded, and the doctor led Pidge to a seat, who gladly took it.
"Pidge, today will be the first step to your new life. Today, I am going to see about getting you a top surgery." Pidge was suddenly very glad he had sat down, for he suddenly felt very lightheaded. Shiro put an arm around him, just barely able to hear his soft keening whine.
"Alpha," Pidge whispered, leaning toward Shiro, who wrapped him up tight.
Pidge sought out the glands on the Alpha's neck, just as Shiro's nose brushed the glands on the Omega's, and for the very first time, they scented each other, imprinting each other's scent into memory, forming a Pack Bond between them. Pidge drew the thick, heady scent over his glands one more time, before drawing his tongue over the glands on Shiro's neck, who had to pull away before he lost himself: his glands were the most sensitive spot on his entire body.
Pidge shivered against the cold table. Though the room was warm to please the Omega, it didn't help the steel table he rested on. Shiro looked down at him, smiling.
"You're gonna do great," he whispered, kneeling to scent the Omega and to give him comfort. Alfred walked in then, eyes bright.
"Pidge, we're going to have to put you on anaesthesia for this, do you mind?" Pidge looked at Alfred, then at Shiro. He grabbed for his hand, whimpering.
"Can Shiro stay? At least until I'm under?" Alfred smiled behind his mask, nodding.
"Of course," he replied, drawing a chair for Shiro, who immediately sat down, still holding Pidge's hand.
Alfred instructed Pidge to take deep breaths while he inserted the IV, and Pidge did so. However, when he felt the prick of the needle, he almost started to freak out. He would have punched Alfred if Shiro hadn't of restrained him, nuzzling him on his glands, permeating the room with the thick scent of safety, alpha, home that he knew would calm Pidge. Alfred thanked the Alpha as Pidge slowly began to drift to sleep. Shiro was reluctant to leave when Alfred told him to, but he finally relented after the older Alpha gave him The Look.
It seemed like hours passed before Alfred came to fetch Shiro. In fact, it was already the next day, as just moments previously, the waiting room clock struck midnight. Shiro followed Alfred through various halls, before being stopped before a room where something could be faintly heard.
Shiro went inside, unsurprised to see Pidge fast asleep, an old rerun of Gargoyles on the tv screen. Shiro briefly recalled watching the show when he was Pidge's age, so he sank into a chair for the nostalgia trip.
It was the sound of breathy sobbing and laughing that woke Shiro. He fell straight out of the chair and jumped up as if nothing had happened to see Pidge looking at himself in the full-body mirror on the bathroom door. He was naked from the chest up, and all along his chest, stitches zigzagged and crossed each other. When Pidge saw that Shiro was awake, he moved to him, and without thinking about the consequences, leaned up on his toes and planted a soft kiss to the older male's lips.
Shiro was in a state of shock for a moment, before his brain caught up with the rest of his body, and he slowly began to return the kiss. He was the one to break it when he tasted salty moisture and found Pidge sobbing again, arms as tight around the Alpha as they would go without busting the stitches.
"Tha-Thank you," he choked out, shaking. The IV in his arm was tugged gently when Shiro started leading him back to the bed and softly tucking him in.
"Pidge, you have to be careful," he said softly, kissing his forehead.
"I'd be less likely to have a heart attack if you stayed in bed until Alfred lets you go," he added, laughing softly. Pidge pouted, but relented eventually.
Shiro was ecstatic to take Pidge shopping when he was released. He looked at him, before promptly handing him his card.
"You have a limit of two hundred. I need the rest for food and such," he said, smiling. It really wasn't a secret that Shiro was the richest Alpha in the small town. He had worked nearly his whole life before the Garrison drafted him. The war wasn't too difficult, but it did have it's downsides.
"Shiro! Shiro!!" The Alpha shook himself, running in the direction of Pidge's voice.