CRAIG
"Tweekers, you okay?" I ask the guilt rising in me. I know I am the cause of his grief.
"I-I'm fine," he sniffles.
"Um I'm going to join you so we can get you there as soon as possible okay," I reply.
"Yeah," he mutters. "Good idea." I pull back the shower curtains to see him twitching like crazy.
"Tweekers…." I say lowly. I can see the bite I did is probably going to leave a scar. I try to touch him, but he jerks from me. "Let me help calm you Tweek."
"The last time you tried that you fucked me raw!" he cries twitching. As I recall we fucked because he wanted it. Now is not the time for me to point out this fact. He starts jerking harder. "No….no….." I pull Tweek into my arms. "Gahh…..Craig….."
"I'm sorry," I say softly as I begin to scent. His skin is so warm and wet. He feels clean already but here I am tainting him. Scenting him was more important. I scent Tweek until he smells calm and is no longer twitching. Tweek gets out allowing me to focus on showering. I already feel bad because I can't believe I forgot to strap up. Shit. There is fault to go around on both parts. He forgot his damn collar. He should be thankful we didn't bond. I get out the shower heading into my room not seeing Tweek. His phone and clothes are gone. My alpha is on high alert I throw my clothes on rushing downstairs with my hair dripping wet. I open the front door but still see Tweek's mom car.
"I'm in here," he replies. I close the door heading into the kitchen. I enter the kitchen seeing he ate one taco. "I needed something to settle my stomach. I didn't want to have coffee this late in the evening." Tweek is so sad right now. I feel so much guilt. Well, there goes my fucking evening.
"I'll drive," I tell Tweek. "Let me grab my keys." He nods his head with his hoodie almost covering his face. I kept my keys in my room, so I have to go back upstairs. I really thought Tweek left without saying a word. I mean he is not handling this well at all. I head back downstairs letting him know I am ready. I make sure to grab the address keying it into my google maps. I recognize this part of downtown South Park. Makes me glad it is a little later and not many people are going to be there.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," says Tweek breaking the silence. I look at him and he is gazing out the window. I can scent he is being sincere. He looks so distant though… "I just….I just don't want children."
"I'm right there with you," I reply. "I will be careful moving forward. You smelled so good, looked so cute….not a good excuse but I'm just saying. You tasted like a god damn cookie." Tweek head snaps in my direction.
"What?" he asks.
"Yeah," I reply focusing on the road. "We have mated many times now. You know this. But never have I actually tasted your scent. I don't know if it was because you were in need of mating, your emotions. I don't fucking know." God I'm going to need some weed.
"I get it now," says Tweek. "I mean I'm not alpha, but I get what you are saying." I wonder where his mind is at. I'm not the best at communicating my own feelings. In this case it feels like something we need to talk about.
"How did you feel during our mating tonight?" I inquire. "For me it felt different, a good different. I am still trying to wrap my head around it." I didn't want to even admit that much but seriously. I almost felt like I was going crazy.
"I don't want to talk about it," mutters Tweek.
"Whatever," I reply annoyed. He makes it seem like I was trying to knock his ass up on purpose. We arrive to the clinic with not many cars in the parking lot. I got a parking space up front.
"You can stay here," says Tweek.
"Are you sure?" I inquire. This doesn't seem like something he should do alone.
"I'm just getting a fucking pill, damn," he snaps. Tweek gets out my truck slamming the door. I pull my weed out my jacket pocket lighting it. This is so stressful. It is about 9pm so rush hour traffic has died down. I roll down my window not wanting my truck to smell too bad. The weed is hitting me good after 20 minutes when I spot Butters walking out the clinic on his phone. He seems to be having a choice of words with whoever is on the other end.
"It's my body and my choice," states Butters. He is wearing a fleece jacket with a beanie hat. He has on some skinny jeans with ankle boots that remind me of the military. They have a few more straps and studs though. He rolls his eyes at what the other person is saying. "I'm not trying to be tied to you like that. I got what I wanted." I shake my head. Most of the alphas around here know how Butters is. I don't know why anyone fucks with him at this point. He is the Celina Powell of South Park. Butters ends the call spotting me. I just release some smoke and keep staring. He smirks walking over to me. "Fancy seeing you here."
"What do you want?" I inquire. Butters leans on my truck looking up at me.
"I think you know what I want," he chuckles. Not happening. "You got someone knocked up?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," I reply. He looks amused.
"I would actually," he replies. "I shouldn't be surprised considering what you look like. You seem to have lot to offer an omega."
"A worthy one," I retort.
"What are you trying to say?" asks Butters placing his hands on his hips.
"You're not my type," I reply. He really isn't. I can't think of one thing that Butters has that would make him a worthy omega for me.
"Hm," hums Butters. "I'm sure I have more to offer than Leslie or Tweek. Not many female omegas can please a male alpha and well…..most virgins can offer one thing." My nostrils flare. Is he trying to insult my mate?
"Watch your mouth," I warn. Butters submits to me. Only then do I notice he doesn't have a collar but lots of bite marks. You have to be willing to bond to an alpha for it to be complete. Butters is clearly in control of himself and his omega to withstand that. I can't lie I find that impressive.
"I'm not trying to offend you," he replies turning to face me. "You can have me for my next heat or perhaps your rut. You can be as rough as you like…..bite me anywhere…..I don't mind at all. I don't want to bond so need to worry about that." That is certainly a hell of an offer. After what I experienced tonight biting Tweek's actual flesh while mating with the need to bond….it made my climax more explosive. Could have also been the fact I wasn't wearing a damn condom. I hold in a growl, but Butters knows he nabbed my attention smirking. "Why don't I….."
"What are you doing?" asks Tweek scaring the hell out of me and Butters. His tone is so cold. I realize he was talking to Butters because he isn't even looking at me. I can tell he just left out of the clinic and was not standing there long.
"Relax," says Butter turning to face him. "We were just talking." Tweek looks deadly as he walks over to Butters stepping into his personal space.
"We are cool Butters," he says calmly. "But I catch you near my alpha again. I will end you." Butters looks taken back. I can't stop my alpha from growling with pride. Tweek is claiming me. I wasn't sure how he felt about me after what happened. It is now clear he still wants me as a mate.
"We were…."
"I don't care what you were talking about," states Tweek holding up his hand cutting Butters off. "You remember when I fought Craig in the 4th grade?"
"Um no….."
"You will if I catch you flirting or attempting to mate him in anyway," says Tweek. "Have a good one Butters. Might want to rest up. That is one hell of a procedure to put your body under." Butters blushes shifting his eyes as Tweek gets in the truck. I roll up my window starting up my truck. I put my weed out before I drive off with Tweek crossing his legs. "Thank god I came out when I did."
"I wouldn't have done anything with Butters," I say firmly. I don't want Tweek to think I would mate anyone else. I mean I could but…..I don't want to. I sigh because I know now, I want Tweek to be my mate. I don't know how to ask him.
"I know," replies Tweek. "However, I wanted him to know the consequences if he even thinks about approaching my alpha in any manner." I growl lowly becoming aroused. I shake my head trying to focus my mind.
"How was your appointment?" I ask.
"It wasn't a lot of people in there," he explains. I can tell he is still on edge from the whole Butters thing but at least he isn't yelling at me anymore. "They made me take the pill there which I don't mind. It was quick or whatever. Cost me $249."
"What!" I exclaim.
"Something like that doesn't come cheap," replies Tweek. "Remember that the next time if you can." Oh I will. Fucking ridiculous. Two hundred forty-nine dollars for that little ass pill. They can kiss my ass.
"I will pay you back for it," I reply.
"You don't have to," says Tweek.
"But I'm going to," I reply. "That is what a good mate does." Tweek looks at me.
"Does that mean we are official?" he asks timidly. I become nervous but only for a moment. He seems afraid that I will say otherwise. I grab his hand.
"It does," I say firmly. "I mean it. You are my mate. Officially." I look back at the road. I can't believe it. I'm in an actual relationship. I don't feel bad or upset about it. I really like Tweek. For me and my alpha he is truly perfect.