Shiro blinked against the bright light. He shook his head slowly, groaning softly as a headache assaulted him. When he felt Pidge begin to wake, his arms instinctively tightened around him, and without thinking, he stood, carrying Pidge downstairs, who didn't really mind because it meant he could enjoy his Alpha's warmth just a bit longer. When they were out of the Safe Zone, Shiro was surprised to still smell moonflowers. Pidge seemed to still be calm, as well. That's when Shiro realized what Pidge had done. He had covered himself in the heady, sharp scent to trick his brain into believing he was still in the Safe Zone, but as Shiro walked, he could tell that the scent was already beginning to fade. By the time they were down in the kitchen, the scent had faded and the heat had taken its place, harsher than usual in its deep, rich scent. Pidge squirmed against Shiro, whimpering softly. Shiro scented him lightly, and that seemed to help for a while. At least long enough for them to eat. Then, it was back to the Safe Zone to get clothes for Pidge to bathe.

"I don't know if I'll be able to bathe myself when I leave here, Shiro. I did good to eat down there," Pidge said quietly, and Shiro nodded.

"I'll help you," he said simply, then lifted two shirts.

"Green with yellow or green with white today?" Pidge pondered the shirts for a few minutes, then pointed at the green with white trim. Then came the pants.

"Cargo shorts or actual pants today?" It wasn't a concern when Pidge immediately pointed at the shorts, his face already damp from sweat. He was stressing, and that wasn't good.

Pidge braced himself against the towel rack as he attempted to remove his clothes. While he stripped, Shiro drew the bath, making sure it wasn't too hot, but not too cold, either. After this was done, he turned to help Pidge. Off went the shirt. They were lucky that Alfred had been persistent on dissovable stitches. They disappeared during breakfast, and as Shiro allowed himself to look at the Omega, he wondered how he could have ever thought the boy had a female body. He looked natural this way.

The shorts came next. Shiro was gentle, nervous around this area. Pidge trembled, tears in his eyes as the pain in his lower region grew stronger the longer his Alpha hesitated at this area.

Finally, Pidge was sinking into the warm water, sighing softly. The heat invaded every inch of his body, and as the warmth kissed his lips, he shuddered. He gasped as the warmth entered him there, and he felt tears fill his eyes. Shiro was there instantly, wiping the tears away.

Shiro lifted Pidge's arm, who complied as the Alpha gently scrubbed him. The Omega was right; he would never have been able to do this alone; he was trembling and crying as the pain intensed, and he grabbed for Shiro, who gave him a stern look, but did not scold him. When Pidge begged for a kiss, he complied and kissed him softly. What he wasn't expecting was to feel Pidge's tongue poke at his lips. He was hesitant at first, but slowly relented, allowing his tongue to dance with Pidge's. Their breathing increased somewhat, and Pidge moved closer, moaning and whimpering faintly. Shiro pulled back when Pidge tugged at his shirt, and he gently wrapped his hands in a vice grip.

"Alpha," Pidge whispered, trying to reach him.

"I'm right here, Pidge, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled faintly, and reluctantly, Pidge allowed his bath to continue.

Dusk was heavy on the earth as Pidge curled up in his bed, burying his face into the pillow.

Shiro looked in on him, sighing softly as he crossed the threshold. Pidge looked up, before lowering his gaze.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip. Shiro didn't respond, simply drawing Pidge into his arms, holding him to his chest.

Pidge closed his eyes for a brief moment, sighing as he drew in the scent of his Alpha. He was shocked when Shiro started the kiss, but he didn't complain, kissing back with fervor. When the kiss was broken, he didn't complain, simply curled closer, squeaking when he felt that hardness from before. He looked down, surprised to find a sizable tent in Shiro's shorts. He grew flushed and looked away. He knew that men got aroused, but he had never yet seen the organ he would soon possess. He grew embarrassed, until he heard Shiro whimper when the motion caused Pidge's leg to brush against the tent. He flushed, looking up at his Alpha, who's eyes were bright, but not with lust. He was afraid, afraid he had startled Pidge.

"I've never seen one," Pidge said after a moment, looking at Shiro, who to his credit looked surprised.

"Never?"

"Never."

Shiro blinked, surprised. He sat Pidge on the bed, standing up.

"I don't want to frighten you, but you will own one next year.." Pidge nodded, tilting his head. Curiosity grew in him, and for a split second, his heat scent flared as he caught the thick, dark scent of arousal, and he pressed his thighs together.

Shiro lowered his boxers to the floor where they puddled with his shorts. Pidge raised his brows in surprise; Shiro was rather large, but that wasn't what surprised him. It was the scent of arousal that flooded the room and forced the comforting moonflower scent away, sparking his heat scent, and he swallowed, licking his lips. Shiro's gaze grew dark, and he slowly stepped toward Pidge, who seemed nervous, but met him halfway. When the scent of Alpha filled his nostrils, he grew calm, and the moonflower scent returned. Pidge closed the gap, kissing Shiro heartedly, arms locking about him. Shiro responded instantly, and when Pidge experimentally touched him, he grew weak in the knees and had to sit down. Pidge sat with him, eyes bright with fear. Had he done something wrong?

Shiro looked at Pidge and weakly smiled.

"Sorry, you caught me off guard."

Pidge blinked at him, before slowly returning to his experiment, growing excited when Shiro moaned and shivered.

When a bead of something white and sticky appeared on the tip, Shiro grew fearful as Pidge dabbed it away, only for it to coat his hand.

"Don't-!" Too late came the warning as Pidge licked his hand clean. He made a face because it was a strange taste. Gritty, salty, and just not good at all. Shiro choked on air when he saw Pidge scrunch his face up, and the laughter that came whooshing out startled the Omega, who stared at Shiro as if he were crazy.

Pidge was surprised when he continued his experiment, because more of that sticky stuff appeared. Shiro grabbed Pidge's hand then, panting heavily.

"I don't want to ruin your bedsheets," he murmured, blushing. Pidge flushed, biting his lip. He squirmed suddenly, shocked that his boxers were damp. For a moment, he believed he had wet himself, but on closer inspection, it didn't hold the sharp scent of urine that made him dizzy. It was a scent that matched his normal smell, and when he looked at Shiro, the Alpha seemed to be in pain. He momentarily recalled asking Shiro to stop taking his suppressants. It only now occurred to him that his Alpha had stopped taking them.

Slowly, Pidge moved Shiro's hand to his lower region.

"Pidge, I don't think-"

"I trust you," Pidge whispered, and when Shiro placed a warm digit against his lips, Pidge gasped, closing his eyes against the sudden wave of pleasure that assaulted him.

Shiro was gentle, moving his hand slowly, pressing at small spots, surprised at how willingly Pidge moaned and pressed to him.

Shiro looked down at Pidge, eyes wide.

"Are you sure you want this, Pidge?" Shiro asked, and Pidge slowly nodded, though he looked absolutely nervous. Shiro slowly nodded in return, kissing Pidge as he gently eased his way in. The Omega gasped and clung to Shiro, tears sparking in his eyes. Immediately, Shiro stopped, and despite Pidge's whimpers, he didn't move again until he was given a lucid, courageous okay.

Pidge trembled beneath him, crying out when he felt pain flood his body, and the sharp scent of blood filled the air. Pidge knew then; what he thought was worthless to him now belonged to the Alpha who owned his heart.

Shiro stayed still while Pidge slowly became adjusted to the feeling. When he nodded his consent, Shiro began to move, never once picking up speed or becoming too hard.

Pidge shivered in the aftermath. He clung to Shiro, who held him close. He didn't knot the Omega, knowing if he did the possible consequences. However, he did stay within the Omega to make sure he got used to the feeling of being filled for when the time came that Shiro might knot him.

Dawn filtered in through the window as the pair slipped into slumber, holding each other close and not once breaking their kiss.