Is There Somewhere || A/B/O || Open To Everyone || NSFW

[Kiska]

It was a simple touch against the side of his head, but it felt like fire, burning a path straight down his body and into the pit of his stomach, coiling dangerously like a venomous snake. And it was everywhere, all at once. It pulsed from where Ace's hands enveloped his shoulders to keep him upright, even though his legs were trembling under his weight. It twisted his gut in painful hot torsion, left him feeling dreadfully empty, knowing that the only way to unravel the tangled mess that were his insides was to hand himself over to an Alpha. Any Alpha would do, whether they completed the mating with a mark or not. And because Ace was there, Calix was so tempted to beg him for help. That's all it was, right? It was just because Ace was there.

He wouldn't do it, though. As much as he wasn't even certain his voice would have any influence over a celestial being like Ace, Calix wouldn't chance it. He wouldn't use someone to take care of his own problem. It would be no better than tempting sailors into steering their ships toward shallow waters with jagged rocks jutting up from the sea floor. It was wrong. Putting Ace in this position in the first place was wrong. The whole situation was wrong. It was all incredibly frustrating; he had no idea what his own biology was doing to him, and not only to him, but to Ace as well. He knew well enough that this was uncharacteristic of the professor, had seen him enough times to know that he was normally extremely cool and collected, intimidating with his rigidity. People were afraid of him for a reason, and Calix knew all about that as well. He'd had enough students drag their sorry selves into his library asking for direction to language material, had even helped one or more when they were having trouble comprehending their Latin studies, or their Ancient Greek. He didn't mind taking an hour or so to sit down with them and go over their work, and the students who knew to go to him generally didn't do too badly; some even went out of their way to thank him, because otherwise they probably would have failed. That was just the kind of person Calix was, and Ace was exactly the opposite of that.

It was strange that the Fallen was offering to help, and Calix couldn't keep himself from feeling marginal guilt over it. He'd done this. It had hit out of nowhere, so it wasn't like he'd done it on purpose, but he had, and it was just getting continuously worse. Everything in him wanted to apologize for getting Ace into this mess with him. He kept telling himself that this was wrong and that he needed to stop it. If he left, everything would go back to normal, he could go home, and Ace could go on about his day as per usual. But his instincts made him cling hard, ignoring the whisper in the back of his head, and leaned in to press his nose against Ace's neck so he could inhale deeply. All at once, his body shuddered hard, his hands slipping down from his shoulders to tangle themselves into Ace's shirt. His lips parted, mouth falling open as he panted, nuzzling against the Alpha's neck, dragging his body in closer while his own screamed for more. 

It wasn't enough.

There was something there on the tip of his tongue. Consent. The need to let Ace know that yes, he needed the Alpha to help him, to care for him. He wanted it so badly. But he didn't want to find out the hard way that his voice, in fact, did hold power even over someone like Ace; he wanted the professor to be able to back out at any time, change his mind if he managed to come to his senses. It was so incredibly, painfully frustrating, and the words that were so heavy in his mouth that he could practically taste them finally manifested as a whimper, and then a frustrated sob. His hands were locked in place in a white-knuckled grip, so he couldn't even spell out what he wanted; he'd just have to trust that Ace would know what to do for him, especially now that he could feel a wetness leaking from him, coating his ass and thighs in sweet-scented slick.