desire reconciliation

Chapter 11

Lancelot carried the man onto the hotel bed with some difficulty.

The man wrapped his coat tightly around his body, frowning, as if he was not very comfortable.

Lancelot squatted beside the bed, carefully looking at the delicate and heroic features of the man in front of him, and he had to say that Uriah was really good-looking.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice that his hand was touching the man's face.

Uriah's closed eyes trembled, and Lancelot finally came back to his senses. He was surprised that he had overstepped, and withdrew his hand back.

He seemed to want to cover up his panic, and forced himself to calm down. He looked at Uriah, paused, and reached out to help him take off his coat, thinking that he should be more comfortable this way.

Realizing that someone was going to take his coat away, Uriah opened his eyes suddenly, the corners of his eyes were still a little red, and hurriedly covered his clothes in his arms like a child protecting a baby.

"Stay away from me." When he saw that the person in front of him was Lancelot, he moved back again.

"Hey, I moved you back just now, can you have a little conscience." Lancelot had just walked all the way with the man in his arms, and now he would rest with his hips on his hips, and he felt a little uncomfortable hearing his words.

Uriah was indifferent, and reached out his hand to take out the things in his jacket pocket.

He kept one for himself, and threw the other to Lancelot.

"Hurry up and eat." Uriah's tone was commanding.

Lancelot took the thing he threw over and looked at it. It was a milk candy, but it wasn't the kind of delicately packaged candy that the princes and ladies of the upper class of the empire ate. The simple packaged white cube sugar, if it wasn't written on it With the six straightforward characters of "Dungeon Brand Toffee", Lancelot almost thought it was a new type of drug produced by the Dungeon.

"Why did you give me candy all of a sudden?" Lancelot looked at the candy in his hand, a little puzzled.

"What candy? The one I gave you is an inhibitor." Uriah said as a matter of course, peeled off the one in his hand, and swallowed it without chewing.

Lancelot: ?

He approached Uriah, and Uriah did not hide this time.

Lancelot deliberately shook the toffee in front of him, and asked him word by word: "Master Marshal, tell me again, what is this?"

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" Uriah frowned.

"It's the first time I've seen toffee being used as an inhibitor."

Uriah puts Lancelot

He took the candy in his hand and looked at the light for a long time.

"It's really toffee, I seem to have taken it wrong."

Uriah's expression became a little strange. He retreated to the corner this time, covering his face with one hand: "Hurry up and go."

"Marshal Uriah, you are not being kind. You will answer my question after the fight as agreed." Lancelot approached him step by step.

"I'll talk about everything later, you leave now." Uriah was a little impatient, and pushed the slowly approaching person with his hand.

Lancelot seemed to be deliberately against him, and directly gave him a wall dong: "Marshal Uriah is so unreasonable when he is drunk?"

Uriah was stunned for a moment, and argued, "I'm not drunk." The hand covering his face was tighter.

"Can you use toffee as a suppressant if you're not drunk? Huh?" Lancelot's voice rose, and his face got closer to him.

Uriah's gaze came out from between his fingers: "Don't you know that Alpha has a susceptibility period?"

Before he finished speaking, Lancelot's hands were grabbed by someone, and he felt a sudden upheaval. The positions of the two were reversed, and Uriah pressed him on the bed.

"Do you really think you're strong? You're just an Omega." Uriah stared at him with a slightly hoarse voice.

Lancelot hurt from his pressed wrist, startled by Uriah's sudden movement.

At the same time, aggressive cedar pheromones hit the face.

He looked at Uriah's dark eyes, and was dumbfounded. This was not like the Uriah he knew.

Uriah shook his head vigorously, let go of Lancelot, stood up and turned his back to him: "If you know you're afraid, go quickly."

Lancelot got up and patted his clothes, took a quick look at him, picked up the toffee that fell aside, and walked out the door.

He squatted at the door and thought for a long time, and finally called his Alpha brother Idri, who was the son of his uncle.

"Brother, let me ask you something."

It was very quiet on Idri's side, with soothing pure music in the background.

"It's been a long time since I called, what's the matter? Just don't ask me for inhibitors."

Lancelot thought, why do people in the royal family think that he only needs inhibitors when he comes up, and he is a little speechless: "No, I just ask you, how did the Alpha susceptibility period pass."

Idri was silent for a while after hearing the words: "There is an Alpha because you have entered the susceptible period?"

Lance

Lot wondered: "Why is it because of me?"

Idri: "Alphas usually enter the susceptible period because of the influence of Omega. If you are in the military, you should be the only Omega. Who else could it be?"

Hearing that Lancelot didn't respond, Idri joked, "Let's explain, what's going on?"

Only then did Lancelot straighten out what was going on.

It was after Uriah returned from the dungeon that things started to go wrong. It turned out that when he was in the experimental base, he was affected by those Omegas and entered a susceptible period, so he avoided him as an Omega.

Knowing the reason, Lancelot's mood improved a lot: "Brother, you think too much, it's not me, and Alpha already has someone he likes."

Idri gave an "Oh" inexplicably, and Lancelot continued: "Then is there any way to help him? I think he seems to be suffering."

Idri said: "The susceptible period is really uncomfortable. If possible, give him some Omega pheromones to relieve it, preferably the pheromones of someone he likes."

Lancelot: "What if the person he likes isn't there?"

Idri: "As long as the pheromone of Omega can be relieved, it depends on whether the Alpha accepts it. If you don't like it, it will get better slowly. It's just a matter of time."

Lancelot thought for a while and asked again: "Is your Alpha paying attention to this? Will he feel sorry if I help you?"

Idri: "It's okay, just borrow a pheromone, it's not that particular."

Lancelot Mouth hung up the phone abruptly, not realizing that Idri was a romantic Alpha who usually had a very dissolute private life.

Lancelot knocked on the door again, and as soon as the door opened, he was a little dizzy from the overwhelming smell of cedar.

Uriah was wrapped in a quilt, standing by the door with red eyes.

Seeing that the person at the door was Lancelot, he subconsciously wanted to close the door.

Lancelot had quick eyes and quick hands, and pushed the door open again with one hand.

Because he was afraid that Uriah's pheromone would spread out and affect others, he closed the door with his backhand after he entered. After all, it would be troublesome if such a high concentration of pheromone caused the Omegas to go berserk.

Uriah was already curled up on the bed wrapped in the blanket.

"Why don't you go?"

"Come to repay your favor, see you are so uncomfortable, lend you some letters

pheromones. "Lancelot stared at the quilt.

"Then you haven't seen what Alpha's susceptible period is like." Uriah's voice was muffled in the quilt.

"I'm really sorry, I haven't even listened to the ABO course. Anyway, you can fight at most, and you may not be able to beat me now." Lancelot looked like a rogue, but refused to leave.

Seeing that Uriah hadn't spoken for a long time, Lancelot approached and said, "Uriah? Are you asleep?" He walked in and poked the quilt, and then the quilt shook.

Lancelot still thought it was amused, so he poked again, only to see that the quilt on the bed moved again, and moved far away.

Lancelot wanted to continue poking, but Uriah suddenly grabbed the two corners of the quilt and jumped up, throwing Lancelot onto the bed.

"Do you want to fight? I only borrow pheromones, not as a pillow." Lancelot pushed him away and said seriously.

Uriah posted up again, only to be pushed away by Lancelot once more.

Unexpectedly, Uriah's eye circles turned red, and tears fell instantly.

Lancelot didn't expect this to happen, and he was dumbfounded. Who is this person in front of him? He is the majestic God of War of the Empire, Marshal Uriah!

The strongest Alpha who is admired by thousands of people, is crying in front of him now? ?

Is it necessary to have a pillow during the susceptible period of Marshal Uriah?Cry like this without a pillow?

"Okay, okay, you can hug it, it will be used as a pillow." Lancelot said with a helpless tone while holding his forehead.

Anyway, he won't lose a piece of meat, but he really can't stand an Alpha who can make a lot of Omega fans cry in front of him.

After getting his permission, Uriah came up again, still crying, looking extremely pitiful.

"Can you stop crying?" Lancelot hated seeing girls cry, let alone Alpha, who was bigger than him, crying so sadly.

"You hug me." Uriah was still sobbing, pitifully.

Lancelot's face was half black:?

Seeing that Uriah's tears were about to burst into his eyes again, Lancelot quickly hugged him and patted his back: "Okay, okay, stop crying, stop crying."

Lancelot felt that it was necessary for him to study an ABO course, and his understanding of Alpha had some deviations.

The smell of rosemary wafts in the air, as if soothing

As a result, Uriah was held in his arms and became much quieter.

Lancelot's physical strength was almost at the limit after fighting with dozens of Alphas just now, even though there was a big Alpha on his body, he still fell asleep very quickly in a daze.

Half-dream and half-awake, he vaguely felt a wetness on his neck, and when he realized something was wrong, Lancelot suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Uriah lying on top of him, the feeling on his neck was due to Uriah's tongue.

"What are you doing??" Lancelot jumped up directly, and jumped far away, clutching his neck.

Uriah's body was empty, and he was half lying on the bed, rubbing his eyes and looking at Lancelot who was standing aside as if he was still awake.

Seeing him so far away from her, her eye circles were red again, and she opened her arms to beg for a hug.

Lancelot still felt that something was wrong, he would no longer be confused by Uriah's appearance, and stood firm in his place.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Uriah's tears fell again: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." It sounds like a child who can't get sugar, and sounds very aggrieved.

"Uriah, who do you think I am?" Lancelot rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless.

Uriah sniffed: "You are Lancelot."

Lancelot nodded: "I'm Lancelot, I'm not the one you like. I can only make you feel less uncomfortable during the susceptible period. You should be careful."

Uriah replied without thinking, "I like you."

Lancelot froze for a second, only thinking that he was talking nonsense during the susceptible period: "Okay, I'm here to explain the truth to you now. I also have problems."

Uriah didn't seem to have heard his words, and moved towards him little by little: "Can you hug me now?"

Lancelot hugged the man again with a dark face, and Uriah's pheromone became more intense.

It was a gentle and domineering taste, with an indescribable contradiction, but also very consistent, forming a delicate balance.

Like a wild beast biting its prey, it wanted to swallow him alive, but it was extra cautious.

The clearness of cedar seems to make people stand on the top of the mountains and feel the decisiveness of the king, but in the next second it pulls people into the abyss of desire, as if the devil is tempting the conscience of human beings to go astray.

"I still want your pheromones." Uriah buried his head in his neck, rubbing his hands when he said this.

rubbed.

Lancelot had tried his best to release the pheromone, but this person still felt that it was not enough, so he had no choice but to say: "You make do with it."

Uriah seemed to be unsatisfied, so he pressed his mouth against the soft flesh of his gland, rubbed his teeth back and forth, but did not bite through.

Lancelot took a deep breath. He thought it should be over, but he didn't expect that the man's hand would start to fumble around him again. At the moment when he was distracted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. .

Uriah gave him another temporary mark.

When Lancelot woke up again, there were a bunch of plush rabbits beside him.

He was dizzy, his mind was a little blank, the clinic was dimly lit, and he didn't know what time it was.

"you're awake."

A familiar voice sounded, and Lancelot looked over for the sound, and saw Uriah sitting at the end of the bed.

Memories from not long ago emerged bit by bit, and the pear-blossoming rainy face in Lancelot's mind overlapped with the serious man in front of him.

Still can't believe it.

"Has your susceptibility period passed?" Lancelot asked, the atmosphere was a little unnatural.

Uriah was stiff for a moment when he heard the words, and he paused: "It's over."

Lancelot said "hmm".

The atmosphere became awkward.

Uriah returned to his previous seriousness, and he explained: "The reason why I couldn't tell you a few days ago..."

"Because you are in the susceptible period?" Lancelot answered, wanting to ease the embarrassment.

"Yes, I thought it was over."

Lancelot propped himself up and leaned against the bed: "You helped me in the dungeon before, but now I help you, it's evened out."

Uriah wanted to say something again, but swallowed the words again.

"Why am I here?" Lancelot looked around, and there were rabbits everywhere.He remembered how they were supposed to be in the hotel, but they arrived at Raphael's clinic as soon as they woke up.

"You started to have a fever after being marked by me, so I brought you here." Uriah touched his nose.

"I have a fever?" Lancelot asked in surprise, he raised his hand to look at the terminal and found that it was already the next day.It turned out that I had slept for so long.

Uriah nodded: "And Raphael said that you can no longer inject inhibitors."

There are two general inhibitors, oral and injectable.

The oral type is the most common type, which can be circulated in the market, but the effect is average, and it is only a temporary suppression of the effect, and it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

The injectable type is a type of drug that can only be used by licensed and registered physicians in hospitals.

The smell of pheromones is well preserved, but the substances contained in pheromones that can effectively relieve Omega's estrus are very unstable. If they do not enter Omega's body immediately, they will volatilize and decompose quickly, and more auxiliary raw materials are needed to stabilize them. .

Most of these auxiliary raw materials are stable in nature, and it is difficult to metabolize them in the human body. Short-term use will not cause much harm to the body, but if they are used for a long time, the accumulation of harmful substances will be fatal.

And Omega is rare. After entering the interstellar era, the reproductive rate of human beings is also decreasing year by year. Therefore, not only the empire, but almost all human beings in the interstellar prohibit the circulation of injectable inhibitors for non-medical purposes.

Lancelot started taking inhibitors as soon as the sex was differentiated, and then switched to injectable ones when the oral ones didn't work.

"You know everything?" Lancelot was dumbfounded.

Uriah nodded: "If you continue to inject, it will cause irreversible damage to your body."

Lancelot was silent for a while, and said with a wry smile: "What else can I do without injecting the inhibitor? The marshal wants me to leave the military headquarters?" He played with a rabbit toy in his hand.

"Why do you want to join the military?"

Lancelot looked at Uriah, and he paused: "Would you believe me if I said it was for the future of the empire?"

"Letter." Uriah replied without thinking.

Lancelot didn't expect him to reply so simply, he paused, and said: "So if I want to stay in the military, I must continue to inject inhibitors." He paused word by word, "Even if it will cause irreversible damage to the body damage."

"Actually, I can help you." Uriah interrupted him.

"How to help?"

"Temporary marker."

"It's the marshal sending warmth again?" Lancelot smiled at him.

Uriah clenched his fists and coughed: "You can think so."

Lancelot rubbed his temples and sighed: "It's better not to bother Marshal, don't you have someone you like, it's not good to keep making temporary marks for other Omega."

"The one I like?" Uriah tilted his head.

"Didn't Sals say it before? Otherwise, you can stay single forever with such a good condition?

"

Uriah understood: "It is true, but he hasn't recognized me until now."

Lancelot inexplicably heard the grievance in his tone, and asked in confusion, "Why can't you recognize him? He lost his memory?" After speaking, he felt something was wrong again, "Sorry, it was a bit abrupt."

"It's okay, it's my problem. I will try my best to make him think of me quickly."

Lancelot nodded, not knowing how to answer, and said, "Come on."

"Then I would like to thank you first." Uriah paused, and continued, "Omega is obviously at a disadvantage with the temporary marking, right? Shouldn't you say that your future partner might mind that you were temporarily marked by other Alphas? ?”

Lancelot seemed to hear such a statement for the first time. He thought for a while: "I really haven't thought about it, but if I don't get married, the problem won't arise at all."

"You don't want to get married?" Uriah was a little surprised.

Lancelot: "Maybe." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Besides, it may be difficult for an Omega like me to find a suitable Alpha."

"What do you look like?"

Lancelot held his chin and thought about it seriously: "I can lift my hands and shoulders, an Omega who can beat ten Alphas? I don't know too well, maybe the authorities are confused, but before I was gendered, I was always regarded as an Omega." Raised by Alpha, Alpha likes soft and weak Omega, I still know it."

Uriah looked at him, the emotions in his eyes were a little unclear: "Then what do you think of me?"

"He's in good shape, he's pretty good at fighting, and he's got a good brain." He answered in a timely manner, and then realized, "Why are you asking so many questions today?"

Uriah ignored him and asked the next question: "Then do you like me?"

Lancelot leaned back slightly: "Does the Marshal like to joke with me so much?"

It was during the susceptible period, and it is now.

Lancelot thought for a while, and seemed to understand why he asked, and comforted him: "Marshal, you don't have to take it too seriously. Maybe it's just that he forgot that Omega didn't recognize you. Don't doubt your charm."

Uriah didn't speak for a while, and sighed: "Then how can I make him remember me and fall in love with me?" He looked at Lancelot, "You are the only Omega by my side, give me some

Suggestions? "

This was the first time Lancelot had been asked an emotional question since he was a child, so he had to answer carefully.

Uriah suggested: "How about this, I will help you solve the problem of estrus, and you can give me advice?"

Lancelot felt that this deal seemed good, but he still said truthfully: "To be honest, I don't have any good ideas. I think my way of thinking is more inclined to Alpha than Omega."

The meaning in the words is that Uriah may suffer a loss in such a deal.

"It's okay, you don't need any way of thinking, you just need to tell me your truest feelings." Uriah stood up and took the coat off the hanger and put it on for him.

"The most authentic feeling?" Lancelot asked back.

Uriah put it another way: "It's probably a physical feeling?" He didn't leave immediately after putting on the clothes, and even got closer to him, his eyes met, and Uriah's eyes seemed to be seductive, " For example, now, do you feel your heart beating faster?"

Lancelot said in a strange way: "Yes."

Uriah got a satisfactory answer, let him go and stood up: "So the deal is established?"

It took a while for Lancelot to recover from the seductive eyes: "Okay..."

Uriah smiled: "Happy cooperation."

Lancelot: "A pleasant cooperation."