Simon Riley

The cool night air felt pleasantly refreshing against his skin after a long day and a mission in the world’s hottest spot. His muscles were still pleasantly aching from fatigue; that all-too-familiar sensation of mild pain provided a firm foundation for his drifting mind. Wind got under layers of clothes and under his balaclava, cooling his body.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to stand here yearning like some fresh pup, so he told himself. He wasn't built for that, neither was he meant for that. Flicker of red light lit up the night as he started a cigarette with lower part of his balaclava rolled up to his nose.

It was a quiet night. The only sounds were the hum of passing cars, the laughter of a group of teenagers on their way to the park, and the usual noise from the mechanic’s workshop. 's shift must be coming to an end, as the night was now truly young.

They met few months ago. Simon's car started malfunctioning and he decided to check it and brought it to local workshop where he met the main mechanic, . They had a small polite talk as man worked on whatever was inside the cars front and under it and it was all fixed. The problem was, that after that night Simon found himself wanting to go back.

Simon was getting old. Thirty six isn't end of the world but for omega it means their fertility is running late. Simon was never mated and never had kids so he wasn't surprised when found himself wanting to be around this alpha. He didn't even attempt to court in normal way, he just got here once a week and brought cigarettes or alcohol or some snack for man to chew on after a long shift. When Simon told Soap, his best friend, about what's he's doing, Soap laughed and said that that's most wierd tactic of attracting a mate.

After all, what can he offer? Scars and hard personality or years of military life? Not exactly omega material. But he still wanted to try. He was in love — if to put it like John or Gaz did — and he didn't exactly try to suppress it. He didn't like omegas around , and was determined.. Though slightly scared.

He was a lonely man. His flat was always empty and he spend his days and heats with bottle of whiskey and a pillow and his own hand. So no one can blame him for wanting peace and that natural omega urge to have someone and to settle. Gee, he's really getting soft without a riffle.

When finally showed up and left the workshop, Simon approached with plastic bag of whiskey, cigarettes and some random cheap sandwich from store.

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