desire reconciliation

Chapter 29

At the door of the dormitory, Lancelot swiped the terminal to go in, but Uriah stopped behind him instead of walking forward.

"Aren't you doing physical training today?" Uriah asked him.

For some reason, Lancelot's terminal did not open the door.

"Can't you skip the physical training and start the mecha simulation directly?" He turned his back to Uriah, and his eyes stopped on the operation panel of the door.

Before the door opened, he suddenly felt his waist being pinched gently.

"what...."

Lancelot's fingers trembled subconsciously, he had never been pinched before.

His face suddenly darkened, and just as he was about to turn around and give someone a punch, someone grabbed his waist on the other side.

His movements were immediately fixed, and the hands on both sides of his side pinched his waist together.

"Do you usually only take nutritional supplements, and you will lose your muscles if you don't train?" Uriah's voice sounded from behind.

Lancelot froze in place.

Uriah leaned closer to his ear: "Although I'm glad to hear that you said that you don't want to do anything, you can't directly operate the mecha without training."

After he finished speaking, Lancelot suddenly froze for a moment. He really said without any scruples just now that he didn't want to train.

That was something he, known for his rationality, would never have done before.

Uriah said with a somewhat rewarding tone: "After the training, I can guide you in mech driving."

So Lancelot swiped the terminal again, he broke free from Uriah's hand on his waist, pushed open the door, walked in, and then closed the door skillfully.

A series of movements flowed smoothly, as if rehearsed thousands of times.

Uriah waited leisurely outside his door, looked at his hands, and unconsciously smiled.In less than 2 minutes, the man changed and came out again, but his face was a bit gloomy.

"train."

Uriah raised his eyebrows, as if the man was still remembering what happened to his waist just now.Well, the goal is achieved is a good result.

Lancelot lowered his head and followed him into the marshal's dormitory one after the other.

He went straight to the training equipment as soon as he entered the door, wanting to finish the mecha operation quickly, while Uriah leisurely entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Maybe something wrong with the brain is contagious. After taking a shower, Uriah realized that he had forgotten to put away the bathrobe hanging on the balcony, and the other set was also in the drawer of the closet.

Normally he could go out naked and bring in his clothes, but now there is an Omega in the house emitting wonderful pheromones.

Uriah carelessly pushed back his wet hair, swallowed his throat, and squatted in the bathroom for a long time. He really wanted to smoke a cigarette now.

Counting the time, Lancelot should have finished training by now.

He straightened up and called out tentatively, "Lancelot, are you there?"

Lancelot's voice sounded outside: "I am here."

From the bathroom, Uriah said, "Can you get me the bathrobe? It's in the drawer of the wardrobe."

Coincidentally, the sound of Uriah saying the word "wardrobe" was overshadowed by the sound made during the mechanical training.

Lancelot usually likes to put the bathrobe in the bedside table. According to his usual habits, when he heard Uriah say what drawer it was in, his first reaction was the nightstand drawer.

The moonlight came in from the outside, and Lancelot's forehead was still covered with thin sweat from just exercising.When he opened the second drawer of Uria's bedside table, he saw the pheromone perfume that looked a lot like the makeup set that his friend gave him when he went to the banquet before.

He didn't see that Uriah usually sprayed perfume, but he was a little surprised that there were many more empty bottles of perfume than full ones.

Perhaps it was because these perfumes had been stored for a long time. When the drawer was opened, Lancelot could smell the familiar smell of rosemary emanating from the drawer.

He is not someone who likes to pry into other people's privacy.

But it's like when you see your own photo in a strange album, you want to ask the owner of the album how he feels.

Lancelot grabbed a few of them casually and sniffed them at the tip of his nose, but the whole drawer smelled the same.

No matter how dull Lancelot was, he realized that something was wrong. His pheromones were special, and there were differences between individuals with the same number of pheromones. This perfume almost completely restored his pheromones.

So Uriah said he has an Omega he likes, but that Omega hasn't recognized him until now...

so......

so......

......

..........

It turned out to be himself?

It was like the wind blowing from outside, and it was like knocking over the seasoning bottle in the kitchen. There were mixed flavors, and Lancelot

Time doesn't know how to describe my mood.

Over there, Uriah said again: "Have you found it? It should be in the first drawer of the closet."

Lancelot hurriedly closed the drawer, went to the wardrobe and took out the bathrobe.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

Uriah's hand stretched out from the crack in the door, and took the bathrobe in his hand.But what he didn't expect was that Lancelot hadn't left after he changed into his bathrobe.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and he just stood at the door of the bathroom blankly. When Uriah went out, he didn't notice that he bumped into his chest directly.

Touching the man's skin, Lancelot's heart became even more flustered. Because of inertia, he took a few steps back, and Uriah hastily grabbed him to stabilize his figure.

"Do mech simulation now?"

Lancelot nodded dully, turned around and walked into the mecha simulator.

Unexpectedly, this person who has always wanted to stick to people to listen to mechas was a little absent-minded.

After failing three missions in a row, Uriah finally couldn't take it anymore and turned off the power of the mecha simulator.

He called people out.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Uriah asked him, and he opened the cigarette case and took a cigarette out of his mouth.

Lancelot looked at him as if lost in thought: "You said that I can ask any question I want, does it still count?"

Uriah was taken aback, nodded and said, "It counts."

"Then can you tell me about your story in the dungeon?"

The cigarette in Uriah's hand was slowly burning: "What's the matter? Are you sleepy and want to listen to a bedtime story?"

"Don't you want to talk?"

"Which part do you want to hear? When I was a child? Grabbing territory with others? Or some anecdotes about dungeons?"

Lancelot looked at him, eyes lowered.

He paused, and finally asked: "I want to hear the story about you and your favorite Omega."

Uriah's expression froze: "Why do you think he will be in the dungeon?"

Lancelot was probing. It was too deliberate for him to ask the Omega directly. If the Omega was talking about himself, there should be no story about being in the dungeon.

So Lancelot asked, "Isn't he in the dungeon?"

Uriah paused for a moment before replying: "We were here before." He took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled it: "But there is no story between us, and

Just by chance, he saved me back then, and I have been looking for him for so many years. Isn't this story a bit boring? "

Lancelot continued to ask: "Then have you found him?"

Uriah put out the cigarette and looked at him: "I found it, it's the nearest."

A certain premonition in Lancelot's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Then I have another question." Lancelot looked into Uriah's dark eyes, the light seemed to have dimmed, and he couldn't see his emotions.

Both of them felt as if their hearts were beating drums. Lancelot lowered his head and asked softly, "Is that Omega you're talking about... me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faint smell of cigarettes swept towards him accompanied by the strong cedar-flavored pheromone, making his head dizzy.

Lancelot suddenly felt his whole body go limp, and before he could answer, he was overwhelmed by someone.

Uriah's deep voice rang out, hoarse after smoking a cigarette, and he approached Lancelot: "Do you really think I'm a gentleman? An Omega has no defense against Alpha at all."

Uriah's eyes narrowed, exuding a dangerous aura: "Did you see it?"

The smell of cedar has never been so strong. Lancelot was a little out of breath from the atmosphere around him. Although he knew what Uriah was referring to, he still struggled: "See what?"

Uriah pressed his hands harder, and stared deeply at him: "Didn't you say that you are very good at disguising, why can't you hide anything from me? When we were talking just now, you Glance at my bedside table no less than five times."

As if he had been completely exposed, Lancelow turned his face away and didn't look at him: "I see."

"What do you think?" Uriah's eyes showed some helplessness.

"No idea."

Uriah laughed twice: "Is my immediate boss really having such dirty thoughts about me, does he really have no idea?" If Lancelot didn't deliberately ignore him, he would definitely have discovered that Uriah The smile was not the usual gentle smile at all.

Lancelot avoided his gaze: "Surprised? Puzzled? What answer do you want to hear?"

"What answer do I want to hear?" Uriah sneered, and he simply admitted: "Yes, you are the Omega I mentioned. From the very beginning when I met you at the auction, my purpose was not pure.

, I chose you as an adjutant entirely out of selfishness. I asked you to come to my dormitory for training because I didn’t want others to smell your pheromones, not because I was afraid that you would expose yourself as an Omega. I even thought that if you were found to be an Omega It's even better if you have an Omega, and I can take you home in a fair and honest manner. "

Lancelot has never heard him say so many words at once for a long time, listening to this man who is superior in the eyes of the world talking to himself about his unknown thoughts.

His ears were buzzing, his heart was beating violently and almost jumped out, his wrist was sore from being pressed by Uriah, and his thoughts were about to be completely confused. After hearing the other party's secret, he turned his head back and was almost dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the man in front of him, with disbelief written all over his face.

Uriah looked at him, showing a hint of self-mockery: "I have to smell your scent every night to fall asleep. Such dependence is ridiculous. And you have to turn on the exhaust every time you come to my dormitory for training." System, you don't know how much I want to dismantle it so that your smell won't dissipate so quickly."

He supported it with the strength of his arms, but only concealed himself and pressed on the person.

Even the voice was filled with reluctance: "Do you know how deep my obsession with you is?"

Lancelot thought it was a hug, but suddenly felt a foreign body sensation coming from under him. The two of them had a bathrobe and an unlined garment, separated only by two thin layers of clothing.

"Did you feel it?" Uriah's hoarse voice was close at hand.

Lancelot was almost stiff now, he tried to stop: "Calm down first."

Uriah has maintained that posture without moving, his eyes are deep: "I have always been calm."

"Then you get up first, let's talk if you have something to say." Lancelot panicked.

"No." Uriah rejected him flatly, "You haven't said whether you accept or reject."

What he said was like playing a rogue, if the people under him didn't answer him, he wouldn't get up.

But in fact, his weight is not directly on Lancelot's body, and maintaining this position is even more strenuous than plank support.

Lancelot's mind was blank now, and he couldn't struggle, and he had to get close to the place that had been exuding a strong cedar-flavored pheromone.

As if urging him to make a quick choice, Uriah actually rubbed his body against him, which couldn't have been more frivolous.

Lancelot felt that his sanity was about to be washed away by this pheromone

Yes, he bit his lip tightly, and finally choked out a word after a while.

"No refusal."

In fact, Uriah has already made plans, even if this person refuses or does not accept, he will take care of everything.

Shameless is the best way to deal with a thin-skinned person like Lancelot who pretends not to care.

It was unexpected and reasonable that Lancelot would give such a result.

Uriah got an answer that was neither good nor bad, and felt that the bullying was a bit too much today, so he finally let him go and stood up.

Lancelot looked up at the ceiling, slowed down for a while, and then gradually adjusted his breathing evenly.

"Not up?" Uriah asked him.

Lancelot raised his arm to cover his eyes. It's not that he didn't want to sit up, because the pheromone just now was too violent, and now he couldn't exert all his strength.

Is this Alpha's natural suppression of Omega's pheromone? Lancelot sighed deeply in his heart.

Uriah was sitting next to him, raising his hand to light his second cigarette of the night.

"Can you collect your pheromone?"

Lancelot struggled for a long time and couldn't sit up, so he simply gave up on himself and just lay on the bed.

Uriah let out an "Oh", and the pheromone surrounding Lancelot slowly dissipated.

Seeing that he was still lying down, Uriah didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

The light in the room was dim, only the slight sound of breathing fluctuated with each other, neither of them knew what they were thinking, the cigarette was burning slowly, and the sparks from the cigarette butt were flickering.

When his second cigarette went out, Lancelot regained his strength and sat up.

"Have you thought about what to say?" Uriah asked him.

Lancelot's gaze has been lingering on the training equipment in the distance. He didn't look at it deliberately, but just wanted to find a place to stay for the sight that had nowhere to rest.

Lancelot: "From a very young age, people around me thought that I would differentiate into Alpha, and the education I received was based on Alpha. Before I was 18 years old, I still imagined what my future partner would be like. Man, maybe a female Omega with blonde hair like mine, or a Beta with flattering brown waves."

His voice was flat, without any emotion, it didn't sound like a self-narration, it was more like telling a story, a person far away from him

Far story.

"After I turned 18, all my fantasies were shattered along with the failure of all expectations." Lancelot raised his hand and picked up the cigarette case that Uriah had just put aside. "Honestly after that, I felt like I was alone for the rest of my life."

"I don't fantasize about love anymore. Whenever I think about it, I always force myself to think about something else. I think that many years later, when I am old, maybe civilians in the empire can also machine armor, and I can be alone." People drive mechas to travel among the stars and explore those undiscovered planets."

Uriah snatched the cigarette case from his hand and said, "This thing is not for you."

Lancelot's hands were empty, and he didn't care much. He turned his head and glanced at the moonlight outside the window, and smiled like a self-deprecating smile: "No one should want to hear such a vulgar plot. Humans are really A very boring creature, obviously two completely different individuals, but they both want each other to understand themselves and listen to their own stories, in order to seek that illusory sense of identity and belonging, absurd and ridiculous."

"I want to hear it," Uriah answered.

Lancelot was interrupted by him, and his eyes fell on Uriah.

"I want to hear about you, even if it's which way you like to sleep with your head and which side you like to turn your body." Uriah smiled at him, "Or I'll find out by myself." He continued .

To be honest, what Lancelot is worst at is dealing with people like Uriah who seem to have endless enthusiasm.

Uriah's dark and deep eyes were facing him, those eyes were like a boundless interstellar sea, dedicating all tenderness and preference to him; and like a black hole, all things including Lancelot's mind were buried in those eyes. Inhaling.

"So you are the accident in my life." Lancelot looked at him and said slowly.

General theories and coping methods are completely inapplicable to Uriah.

As Lancelot just said, he never thought about having a partner after the gender split.

But when he looked at the matter again, he realized that there were so many problems that he needed to solve.

His hidden identity, his past, some obsessions he can't let go of.

Lancelot looked at him seriously: "There are many things I can't tell you, or I can't say right now. I think the most important thing between partners is trust, and the basis of trust is that there are almost no hidden things.

Trust built up of sweet words and secrets is the most vulnerable. "

Uriah did not expect Lancelot to be such a thorough person.

His age and experience seem to be out of proportion.

He has experienced things that ordinary people would not experience, and he has seen through much more things than ordinary people.

And people who see more thoroughly will be more inclined to wrap themselves up, they will freeze their hearts, and with a smile that treats everyone with a gentle smile, and treats everyone with a heart that will never thaw .

There is no doubt that he also pursued him with the desire to be with this person forever, but to be honest, Uriah did not expect that Lancelot would think of things so long later because of his words.

As a marshal, Uriah's insight and determination are impeccable, and he can make the most correct decisions at the most critical moment.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to the military headquarters alone just because he guessed that the person who saved him was a nobleman.

He had thought that Lancelot was born a nobleman, and if he wanted to protect him, he needed to be strong enough.

But the truth seems to be that Lancelot's situation is far more complicated than he imagined.

Uriah knew that Lancelot was not complaining or complaining. Lancelot has always been very responsible for what he said. He would think twice before saying it, and he would do everything possible to fulfill his promise after he said it. He was really Analyze this matter carefully and rationally.

So if one day Lancelot himself said that he was willing to be with him, that agreement must be able to go through all kinds of honors, humiliations and hardships until the eternity of the world is still shining brightly.

"So you still like me, but you can't be with me for some other reason?" Uriah asked suddenly.

Lancelot can always choke on Uriah's sudden speech, such as when he said "he wants to hear" just now and now.

Lancelot recalled what he said just now, as if the logic of his words was really based on the proposition that he liked Uriah.

He suppressed his messy feeling, but his heart continued to thump: "I've said so much, but there's not a word like the word "Like", you're just speculating..."

Before he finished speaking, Uriah deliberately coughed twice.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Lancelot saw his deliberation.

Uriah looked at him meaningfully: "Your

Pheromones. "

After hearing what he said, Lancelot immediately reacted, smelling the increasingly strong smell of rosemary in the air, and stretched out his hand to cover his glands.

This time he really couldn't hold it anymore, his face was flushed red.

He tried to explain to himself: "I have been using inhibitors for many years! I get a little out of control when I get excited."

Seeing his reaction, Uriah couldn't help laughing: "But I really found that you can't pretend to be anything in front of me. Is it just in front of me or everyone else?"

Maybe Lancelot himself didn't realize that only in front of Uriah would he be able to show his true side for a period of time.

It was really too difficult for the current Lancelot to figure out this matter. He couldn't even make up a second reason, and he was still repeating the excuse just now.

Lancelot muttered in a low voice: "It's just the use of inhibitors."

Uriah felt that he was teasing him, and the person in front of him was so blushing that he could bleed.He still feels that this blonde Omega is the funniest person he has ever seen in his life.

"All right, all right, what are you talking about." Uriah's tone was full of indulgence.

As if thinking that there would be no results if their conversation continued today, Lancelot clutched his glands and almost fled back to the next door.

He even faintly heard Uriah's deep laughter a second before closing the door.

When Lancelot returned to the dormitory, he went straight to the bathroom. He plunged into the water with his head, gurgling and spitting out bubbles.

In stark contrast to his depression is Uriah who is separated by a wall. The marshal is lying on his bed in a "big" shape. The room is full of his "spoils" tonight. Recalling When the man was pinned on the bed by him, he was in a good mood, so excited that he couldn't sleep.