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The first thing I thought about Lasky was that he was small, since next to a Spartan he was a few inches shorter, but then I saw his Wiki and he was 1.80m tall. He's actually very tall, but he still won't be spared from being desecrated...

I'm sure he'll do something strange sometimes... but most of the time it will be NSFW.

I'll leave the first drawing I made to your imagination... I want to see your creativity. You can think of which Spartan makes Lasky cry. Obviously, I'll try not to overdo it with that.

We'll go to space with NFWS.

With nothing else to say, your faithful servant leaves.

Thank you so much, ladies. I really didn't know how to post a picture, and thanks to you, now I know... Thank you so much.

(This chapter had some modifications, because the stupid author forgot how to paste an image on AO3 :,,,v)

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Cadet who managed to take a hot photo of the captain:

-Commander, do you want to? - shows him a very hot photo of the captain...

Commander Palmer:

- I just want to bite him, hit him and spit in his face, make him suffer until he loses his memory - says the commander with a very emotional voice while looking at the photo...

Thomas in another part of infinity:

You feel a chill all over your being...

-I suppose he's talking about me-a blush rises on his cheeks, leaving the AI baffled by such emotion...

They show the same photo to the Master Chief

- I don't know what this feeling is, I just know that I'm hot - he says monotonously when looking at the photo...

They show the same photo to Roland:

- Damn!, the captain looks like that! - despite being an AI, he gets very embarrassed...

The photograph

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Seeing Captain Lasky like that, was like seeing an angel fallen from heaven, with nothing on but a white T-shirt, revealing his chubby legs.

The clavicles that were shown thanks to the fall of one of the shoulders of the shirt only encouraged him to want to bite him and mark him once, twice, and countless times. By God, this uninteresting man should be illegal, his kindness to both the Spartans and the Marines was a sin, always smiling and understanding.

He was always serene and knew what to say, the mere fact of congratulating you twisted the depths of your guts, leaving you with a feeling of satisfaction and calm.

He didn't know if it was a dream or the damn reality, he only knows that he hungrily approached the man not increased in stature, and taking his narrow hip, and kisses him devouring all his breath. The soft moans he lets out makes his mind fly. His growing feeling of dominance makes him want to subdue Captain Lasky.

Seeing how her vagina dripped fluids between his legs increased his desire, so he slipped his hand to gently massage that button that made his moans louder, his shudders more intense, his eyes they clouded over with his free left hand I lift up the shirt and catch one of those rubbed buttons in a pleasant massage making it wet.

He inserted a finger, warm and humid felt inside him, hearing him gasp in his ear was driving him crazy, the Spartan couldn't take it anymore and penetrated him listening to a loud scream, the tears and gasps became irregular.

As an animal began a wild sway, the only sound that was heard was the splash of his fluids.

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"Spartan Miller..." - was heard in the distance, like echoes.

Those echoes little by little became clear, Damn!!...

He had fallen asleep in a small, isolated place in the Hangar, for his justification he was a bit tired and exhausted, but that doesn't take away from the fact that his captain was standing in front of him with a worried face and well he was having one of the hottest dreams he ever had in his life.

  "Is he alright, Spartan?" - I ask worried, giving him his hand to help him stand up.

For a moment, Miller returned to his dream and saw how his captain clung to him with a red face and full of tears of pleasure. Giving himself a mental blow, he took her hand and sat up.

-"Yes, I'm fine, sir," he said without encouragement.

-"Well, it doesn't hurt to go see the doctor if he feels bad"- with an understanding face, Lasky said goodbye to the Spartan, while he was dying inside.

- "Jared, you are a son of a bitch" - he whispered to himself, after the captain left, with a blush he retired to the S-deck to remove his armor and lower his erection, although he hoped that he would leave on the way coming down gradually...

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I have many Headcanons in my head.

One of them would be...

-Sarah, if she had a relationship with Thom, she would be the dominant one, because of the attitude she sees in the games.

- Sarah would like to put all kinds of sex toys in Thomas, obviously with prior consent (Although not so much, when she is upset she will do it without caring).

-Thomas will always wait for a stressed Sarah with open arms from her and give her lots of love (in her bed he would be a bit passive).

- Thomas would be a bit of a masochist... a bit no more.

-The relationship of her would be based on Thom reassuring a paranoid Sarah, with kisses and lots of love.

- Sarah likes to hold Thomas and kiss him on the cheeks, which is very nice.

-IF he were an Omegaverse, Thom would undoubtedly be a fortyish omega with problems in taking his heat, so his heat would be unstable and Sarah would always be the alpha

that manages to make Thomas stabilize his heat.

- Thomas Trans would be fucked day and night by Sarah.

Drawings I made and I hope you like it

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He hated with all his heart this feeling of need, walking through the corridors of the Infinity and being the object of prying and lustful glances only increased his discomfort - annoyance, he just wanted to lock himself in his room, but as captain of this great ship he must comply with his duties and obligations. But the constant events would not leave him alone, the elimination of Cortana, the depression of the Master Chief, the betrayal of Dr. Halsey, the bitterness of Sarah, the reports, Serim Osman, all of it had accumulated in a stress, stress that was leading him to present his heat after 35 years.

- Thomas - Palmer's voice was heard calling him to reality, with a frown he looks at him, seeing how he stops for a moment before his hostility shown to him.

"What does Commander Palmer offer you?" – He sounds pleasant, making his frown disappear.

He looks at the holographic screen between her hands, she approaches a little worried by the apparent sign of irritation that she had in the previous minutes. Her eyes studied him all the way until she was able to stand next to her, but for some reason she was focused on his neck, he begged the universe to stop looking at him, Sarah was making him very anxious.

-All good? – She asked with apparent concern, touching her shoulder, making her start.

"Of course, I'm fine, Sarah" she spoke calmly, trying to hide or at least dissuade the Spartan from the fact that she was fine.

The alpha looked at him inquisitively, but did not inquire further into the subject, leaving aside the moment, they continued the path normally, there was no anomaly with the Spartans, for which she was greatly glad that a weight was lifted from her shoulders.

Going up on deck after his talk with Sarah, he decided to catch up with what was happening on his ship, breathing every 5 seconds so the discomfort wouldn't affect him, but he was a human being, so without hesitation, he headed to the medical bay, he couldn't stand the heat and disappearing for the next few days in which he had his discomfort was not an option.

Upon entering the room, the spoke of his discomfort with the dr. Beta who was on duty, explaining each of her symptoms and how she could help her recover, she very kindly took her time and explained that the reason why the pre-heat symptoms were so strong was because she had never experienced such heat. His body was detaching and assimilating the changes in his body at an abysmal speed, and he explained that very soon he would have his heat, so he recommended that he take the mildest suppressants to accustom his body to the medicine, and he very shamefully received the toy sex along with lubricant. To end his visit in the bay, they warned him to stay away from the Spartans, the reasons were very simple, being genetically modified alphas, their instincts were very aggressive, it was not confirmed, but it was not worth taking the risk.

Giving thanks he left, he did not feel very well so he ended up going to his room, once there he left the case where his medicines were, the toy and the lubricant on the table, taking a moment to remove his vest and just stay in a nightshirt, he can no longer bear the heat, despite how cool the ship was 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

–Roland – I call the faithful AI of the Infinity, and he was present with his characteristic amber color.

-Yes sir? – He heard the voice of the AI, while he crossed his hands in front, ready to listen to his captain's orders.

– Let everyone know that I don't feel well – he says tired, craning his neck while his left-hand rests on his right shoulder – That I will be asked at least if there is a type 3 or 4 emergency – I explain with a tired smile.

Roland looked at his captain with concern, he only nodded at his request and withdrew from the place, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts... Thoughts that little by little became misty.

His body began to heat up, holding his chest with his hands, it was impossible for him to breathe as he normally would, a cramp settled in his belly and the fluids began to fall between his legs, by God, if he felt like that for a period of heat, I didn't want it. Tears fell down her cheeks, muffled gasps came out of her throat, the sensation of heaviness grew and grew, everything hurt, but especially her pussy, as she could she got to the bed and threw herself on it, regardless of anything, she took out her pants and I throw it somewhere in her room along with her underwear.

A satisfied sigh left his lips as he saw that his pussy was freed from the cruel walls of clothing that imprisoned him. He was swollen and the slightest caress sent electric sensations to his body, he felt fear and anguish that without hesitation let out his scent, a scent of lavender and jasmine filled the room.

He felt dizzy, never in his life had he smelled his scent, not even when he had his first heat at 10 years old. His mind kept sending messages, messages that made him feel like a whore, begging for cocks, begging for an alpha to penetrate him and tie his big knot.

The cramps in his belly became so intense that he moaned and gasped in pain, falling to his knees holding his belly. For all the good in the universe, he hurt like hell, barely, he was able to curl up in the fetal position.

Mentally cursing his condition. His mother was an alpha, his father also not a domineering one like his mother, but had been, Cadmon was an alpha too, but he hadn't, Thomas had presented himself as just an omega, an incubator for this one. world so advanced

The tears in his eyes could no longer hold and began to flow, the pain made him cringe, his left hand was brought to his mouth, where he bit it trying to appease his pain, how much he would not give for Sarah to walk through that door and fuck him Like there's no tomorrow, or the Master Chief letting you sniff his scent gland as he presses you into a missionary with his oversized size.

His mind drifted away leaving only Thomas' desire to be taken, knotted, and raised by an entire litter of pups. Slowly lowering his right hand to her pussy, she began to play with him, gently rubbing the sticky folds of her vagina.

A satisfied sigh escaped from his lips, the sensation of brief relief flooded his body, unable to stop himself, he began to insert a finger, he knew that he had no sexual experience, so it was up to him to discover what sensations he liked.

Feeling how its walls squeezed his finger gave him a feeling of dissatisfaction, he added another finger and started a slow swing, allowing himself to adapt to his new experience, having a good time the captain couldn't stand it, his fingers didn't please him enough, he wanted something more, something bigger, that will fill you up, something that will make you feel satiated.

With a foggy mind, he remembered the toy that the doctor gave him, trying he stood up and began to walk towards the table where the bag was located, his legs trembled, not pleasing his belly began to tremble. hurt again.

It was a journey, but he made it, he managed to have that toy, with the little feat accomplished he came back.

His fluids left a path on the floor of his room and the bed, no way, it was messy, wet, and dirty. But in all of that, it gave her a sense of ownership, the scent of him pervading his entire room.

A purr came from his throat, and he began to rub himself on the sheets, making sighs echo in the room, he put aside his need to purr, settled on his back with his legs spread and began to rub the toy in circles.

The toy had the shape of a realistic penis with a knot at the base, entering it was a difficult task despite being wet, it burned a little and more tears of pain came from his eyes, the entrance burned a little. When the toy brushed against her uterus he groaned with a shudder.

"What a pleasant feeling" Thomas thought and as if his hand had a life of its own it began a slow and delicious sway, touching his pleasure points, more of his sweet aroma came out, he was satisfying himself and his omega was grateful for the attention he was given.

He knew that he had to wait, he couldn't ask for an alpha as he had previously requested, but he had to learn little by little.

In experimentation, he brought his hand to her clitoris and began to massage it, gently, while another hand followed its sway, vaguely reminiscent of some marines, when they vaguely talked about their masturbation, which they left very embarrassed to go do something else.

Wherever they were, they were right gently massaging her clitoris was wonderful, she felt the shudders gradually intensify, the numbness in her abdomen increased, her movement became erratic until she came, biting the back of her very hard. hand until it bled, so no one would find out about his small but important secret.

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The next morning:

Thomas was writing the reports that he had been late, his heat had gone down a lot, although he had to put on 4 patches to hide his scent which was not working properly since he had caught some spartans staring at them.

-"Captain Lasky, isn't he asleep?" - Hearing Palmer's voice made him half smile.

–Commander Palmer, boring in the Spartan world – upon hearing her amused sigh, he turns to see her.

-I was surprised not to see you yesterday - concern is heard in her voice as she approaches him - Roland informed me that you were not feeling well yesterday Thom - she says lowering her voice when she was next to her.

Seeing how big and built Sarah was made him blush a little, for the memory of her yesterday, where the Spartan in front of him was the object of his fantasies.

-Nothing to worry about Sarah - the calm in her voice makes Sarah relax - just had a little fever is all - she hides the fact that she had her second heat in years and surrounded by hundreds of alphas.

Sarah looks at him questioningly, but she decides to leave the subject aside, if Thomas wasn't going to take it seriously, she wouldn't either, if he was safe and sound by her side, actively operating the Infinity. But the simple fact that the subtle scent of lavender and jasmine emanated from Thom's neck told him to stay close, especially when some Spartans ogled him, so he subtly approached Thom and impregnated him with his pheromones.

She just hoped he didn't notice...

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Leaving Palmer's room after drinking a good scotch was the best thing in life, his cheeks were pink from drinking so much alcohol, he was still a little lucid, something. He couldn't lie the floor under his feet was moving, an urge to sleep came over him. 

Everything around him looked soft, good thing that this hour, most of the staff was asleep, some were doing their shift or just taking advantage of the good weather that gave him the early morning, there was no dangerous situation that would take away their sleep, so if you could enjoy.  He walked quietly through the corridors of the Infinity to get to his room, the silence was good company, abruptly stopped, to see a Spartan sitting with his head down, his elbows rested on his thighs and his look of pure sadness. 

It was the Master Chief, he was without his characteristic suit, it had been a short time since Cortana's death, so it was understandable that he felt that way, for the love of the universe, he lost his friend, his companion, his advisor, it was obvious that he was hurting.

Even he was still hurting from Chyler's death, he did NOT dare compare the two pains, they were very different, only they knew how much it hurt in their hearts. He was debating between passing by and leaving him to his moment of self-reflection or just sitting down and giving him some company. Although knowing what the boss was like, I'm sure he wouldn't even pay attention to her. Either way, he was too drunk to do whatever he wanted to do. Deciding on the most logical thing to do, he walked over to Spartan II. 

- Hello Chief - it was so absurd what he said, seriously a "Hello" in the face of everything that could be going through the Chief's head - I hope I'm not disturbing you - "of course you're disturbing him, Thomas" he harshly reprimanded his drunken brain.

The Spartan was surprised, was it something of theirs or would Thomas always take John by surprise, for his part he just looked at him, not knowing what to say, he hoped that the loneliness of the night would accompany him not that his captain would look at him compressively and then give him a motivational talk, that may or may not, interest him.

- Good evening, sir - he looked at the man in front of him, well uniformed, but slightly flushed, even subtly staggering, he was surely drunk, although he was hiding it very well

- Is there a problem, sir? - he asked, standing up.

- No need to stand up, chief - he said sitting down, leaving a space for the chief to feel more at ease - I'm not much for formalities, on the contrary, I try to make my marines feel at ease with my presence - Lasky's understanding was very penetrating, it was a neutral point that everyone needed in moments of overwhelming tension - here the question is, any problem that overwhelms you, chief?

It was a very personal question, John did not feel the need to tell anyone, he simply wanted to leave it in his heart, for his part, Thomas knew that the boss would never speak, remaining in a quiet silence, which unlike their second meeting was calmer, or it was because Thomas Lasky, captain of UNSC Infinity, was drunk.

- Chief at some point you have to let go - The Chief turned to look at Thom, who was staring at nothing, with a serious look - everyone at some point has to let go, I tell you from my own experience, I let go of many people I thought were mine - the memories of Chyler and Cadmon went through his mind - to accept that they are gone is something that many of us do not digest, we just do not want to accept, but we must, only then we can heal - a sad tone reached the Chief's ears.

Thom at that moment briefly opened up to the Chief, but his conscience said enough was enough, he should no longer torment this poor man. John didn't understand what was going on, he just kept thinking about the Captain's words, most of which were true, but how can you accept that you lost someone, and how can you accept that you lost them?

How can one accept that he lost someone he once loved?

How does one live with the pain of losing someone?

These are questions that yearn to come out of his mouth, but every time he tries they simply get stuck in his throat.

The alcohol slowly lulls Thomas to sleep so he decides it's time to leave before he falls asleep next to the Chief. So, he simply stands up, drawing the attention of the boss, who looks at him, stretches a little to remove the numbness in his body.

Jonh returns his gaze to the floor, not expecting the captain to embrace him, pressing his head to his chest, where thanks to his ear develops, despite having his uniform he heard his heartbeat, constant and serene, as if a song listens.

- Cheer up Chief - Thom squeezes his head a little on his chest, making the chief surprised to a great extent - everything is going to be OK- he says with a soft voice.
The chief didn't know how to feel, it was the first time he was hugged, he didn't know whether to reciprocate or just pull away, the feeling was warm, a feeling he had never felt before, his body didn't know what to do and he wished Cortana was there and told him what to do, but she was gone.
Cortana was gone.

And he was only here receiving comfort from his Captain who was apparently a bit drunk on alcohol. The last thing he felt is how Lasky stopped hugging him, leaving a chill after the arms and his chest moved away from him, whispering a "Rest Chief, Tomorrow will be a nice day".

John stood watching where the captain was leaving, where his silhouette was disappearing, for his part Thom thought that tomorrow he should apologize to the chief, for talking nonsense while drunk, it was not like him, and it also left little credibility to his command voice as he was authority on the Infinity.

But sighing he left those thoughts for tomorrow...

Reference image of the moment of embrace.

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A night like any other, he would say if a rebel AI did not follow his crew to destroy them, the fatigue was getting him very bad, the stress was beginning to take its toll, his left eye was already showing signs of having nervous tic attacks.

As much as he wished this wasn't happening, they were just getting out of one problem to face another, this whole situation made him think: 

What if he hadn't intervened in Requiem against the murder towards Dr. Halsey at the hands of Sarah?

What if he had followed Admiral Osman's request?

What if I hadn't fought with Sarah to defend the Doctor?

What if I had paid more attention to the Chief's depression in the face of Cortana's death?

What if I had let the Chief rest properly and not sent him on missions like everyone else wanted?

What if he had ...

The "What if there was" doesn't EXIST anymore, he did what he could and sadly it wasn't enough, all his subordinates and subordinates depended on a thread, miscalculated decisions would lead everyone in this great "Latrine" to imminent death. He wanted to drop everything, he wanted to run and not look back, he wanted to curl up like a child and cry, but he was the captain, a leader to follow, they depended on him and backing down was not an option, standing before the uncertain fate of each of his men was a given, there was no use in lamenting.

It would only bring more sorrow to his heart....

- Can't sleep, Thomas? - Sarah's voice sounded calm, there was no trace of her arrogance or ego in it.

He turned to see her, she was dressed in her characteristic Spartan costume, leaning on the doorway with her arms crossed, staring at him with those honey eyes she possessed, her eyebrows were curved in concern, something that could rarely be seen in her.

- No - he said looking at the map projected on the holotable - I can't sleep, so I was deciding which would be the next station we would go to - he explained trying to look like everything was ok, but without thinking that his left eye would start with the Tic taking his hand to the affected eye.

Sarah approached him with concern, taking his jaw gently with both hands, she lifted his face that only showed tiredness, she was tired too, both were tired, both tiredness reflected each other.

She gently caressed his cheeks to proceed to give gentle kisses on Thomas' face, first on his left eye where the nervous twitch had started, down to his cheek and so on she distributed kisses for every place to which she had access, including his neck, to finish with a soft kiss on the lips that only transmitted love and support.

Thomas decided to enjoy that kiss, it could be the last one or the entrance to many more, he was grateful for the silent support that the Spartan was giving him, it was the only thing he needed, when the kiss ended Sarah hugged him tightly, hiding her face in the neck of the small man inhaling his sweet masculine scent.

- Thank you - Thomas whispered in Sarah's ear - it was the only thing she needed - he said softly making Sarah smile.

- You're welcome - Sarah kisses Thomas' cheek making him laugh - I like being the only thing you need - she says with a smile to kiss Thomas again.

"Ahem" is heard in the room making the bubble of both of them burst; on his part Thomas was very sorry, the blush was noticeable even in his ears and shining very beautiful in his cheeks, on his other part, Sarah grunted unconformably the only thing she wanted was to spend a sweet moment with her captain/lover.

In front of them was Dr. Halsey, who found the moment amusing, a Roland who kept repeating that the doctor entered despite her warnings, and the blue team along with other spartans.

- I see you're having a nice time," Halsey's passive voice filled the silence, which had been left by the romantic moment of the commander and the captain.

- To the point, Doctor - Sarah's annoyed voice took no one in the room by surprise.

- What have you found out, Dr. Halsey? - Lasky asked hoping to end this whole nightmare.

She approached them followed by the Spartans, who stayed behind as they began to talk about the plan, Sarah looked up at the Majestic team, who gave her a shit-eating grin causing her to frown even more. The meeting passed normally, and thanks to the blessed Universe a solution to the revolution of the created ones was given, so the teams were quickly deployed to their established tasks.

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- So the captain moves the floor for you, commander - Spartan Madsen's voice was heard, Sarah turned to see him, but he wasn't the only one looking at her with a Cheshire cat smile.

She sighed very deeply, the Majestic team would be one of the few teams, the only one, with whom she would have a camaraderie, they were young, so, she saw them as children who needed the right guidance to not feel alone in the big Spartan world.

If DeMarco were alive, he might be the first to tease him about his affair with Thomas, he gave them a smile as he squared his arms across his chest.

- You can say that Captain Lasky is more than a friend, guys - that seemed to excite the young Spartans - but put that aside, let's get to work, I don't want Thomas to have a stroke from so much stress - he said seriously sending the guys to their mission.

- Aww - was heard from Grant.

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- So Commander Palmer - said Halsey with a mischievous grin making Thomas roll his eyes - I can tell you have unsophisticated taste.

- Doctor concretare - far from looking annoyed he looked more chagrined.

Especially with the blue team behind them both, silently observing everything, watching his intimate moment with Sarah, it was something he would not have wanted. For him, the moments spent intimately with the Spartan commander were sacred, so he always tried not to let anyone see even the small token of affection, after all the UNSC does not allow fraternization between its officers.

Halsey was still looking for the things she needed to destroy Cortana and the holotable served to indicate where they were, she was walking back and forth, but at one point she stopped and looked at Thomas with a smile, something that caused a shiver down his spine, he had never seen her smile since she arrived on the ship.

- I just hope that after this, you two can be happy - that took him by surprise.

But on second thought, Halsey was tired, age had taken its toll and she had lost everything, so she gave him a calm and serene smile.

- Thank you, Doctor," he said calmly.

They both went back to work, leaving everything ready, the attack on Cortana was evident, they only hoped that everything went well...

Bonus:

Fred: What will it feel like to be loved?

Kelly: you mean because of the captain and the commander?

Fred: no (it was obvious yes)

Linda: I think it complements each other well (Kelly and Fred look at her)

Kelly: Explain.

Linda: the commander is impulsive, stubborn, mocking and even a bit narcissistic, but the captain is the opposite, calm, respectful, kind and even a bit naive

Fred: mmm

Kelly: and I think I missed that the commander is crazy about him, I never thought a Spartan could give such a show of love.

Fred: looks like we can.

John: Team prepare for jump (Speaks from the cockpit)

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The first time he boarded the Infinity, he knew what it was like to reveal himself to a superior, what it was like to fear losing someone you hold dear, and what it was like to be blindly trusted, which was to be a suppressed alpha. When she first encountered Commander Lasky back then, she couldn't catch his scent, as he was camouflaged by dirt, the blood of other Marines, and among other things.

He never imagined that he would have some of the aromas, in his opinion, very calming. Subtle aroma that was not only perceived by his nose, but also other Spartans could smell it, the only one who had had the honor of smelling that delicious aroma without any type of suppressor was Commander Palmer.

Fate had put them in situations that coincided, first at the Corbulo Academy of Military Sciences in Circinius IV when they were teenagers, Requiem where he surprised him; “I didn't think he'd see you again” along with eyes full of hope and relief. Then they returned to Infinity where the situation became complicated with Capital Del Rio, who in his opinion had a problem with him and Cortana.

The commander NEVER left him alone with his captain, he always sided with him, he never knew why, but he appreciated the vote of confidence he gave him by giving him the ship in which he would chase the Didact.

Everything was incredibly new to him, the sensation of pain in his chest after the loss of Cortana, the fact of feeling and being alone oppressed his chest, something inside him was tearing apart his being to seek to get out, he did not know what it was and for his Unfortunately Dr. Catherine Halsey was not here to explain what was wrong.

He was now in front of the door of his captain's office, which was identical to all the other doors, the subtle aroma protruding through the holes that leaked told everyone who passed by that it belonged to Captain Lasky. He had sniffed at other marines, but they were always either harsh synonymous with alphas or extremely cloying if they were omegas, the so-called betas had no scent.

He had never smelled anything that would calm him down and not overwhelm him, he knocked on the door and it opened immediately, in the room you could see the captain signing reports, you could see how immersed he was in his work that he did not dare to speak to get his attention It wasn't until Roland materialized that he caught the Captain's attention.

"Captain, the Master Chief has been standing at the gate for 5 minutes, 8 seconds to be exact and counting," the amber AI reports causing Captain Lasky to lift his face in his direction with an apologetic expression.

"My apologies, Chief, how can I help you?" Now that he thought about it, he had gone to Captain Lasky just to perceive his aroma, an aroma that cleared him of all doubt.

He opened his mouth, but immediately closed it, there were no words, the captain looks at him a little worried. He gets up from his chair to go to the chief, but not before saying to the AI "Roland, I'll take care of it, inform Commander Palmer, Commander Bradley and Lieutenant Phillips that the meeting is rescheduled for an hour from now", with

"Copied Captain" the AI disappeared.

"Chief, are you alright?" Lasky asked with a concerned look that connected with the Spartan's vacancy. The chief noticed that on Lasky's neck there were some kind of patches, the uniform collar covered most of it, but the white edges of these were noticeable.

"Why does it smell good, sir?" he asked flatly, staring at Lasky, who had a look of surprise plastered all over his face, an O hovering over his mouth, to break into a nervous laugh.

"What a Chief, you sure know how to scare people" the captain's nerves could be heard on the surface, who was subtly blushing.

For Captain Lasky it was a vague question that he had never asked him, never in his life had he been directly told that his pheromones smelled good, the master chief was the first person to mention it. For John it was an enigma, why that aroma calmed him so much.

Thomas remembered that the Spartans II were not familiar with the sub-caste society, so it was surprising that the chief would be confused by his scent, but of all the scents in the Infinity he had chosen the hidden one. scent of him The omega inside him was flattered, he didn't always receive sincere flattery from an alpha who didn't want to eat you.

"Chief, can I ask you a question?" Lasky's tone was amused, John for his part nodded gently, curious as to the question "Have you ever sniffed directly at an omega?" The chief looked at him doubtfully to which the captain argued "I mean: have you felt the omega aroma directly from the scent glands?" John didn't know what that meant so he just shook his head.

"What a chief, your life has indeed been sad" Lasky whispers sadly, it was normal for the omega mother or father to curl up and wrap their puppies in a blanket of pheromones, just thinking that they had taken away that right from the spartans II turned his stomach, right in the womb.

It was something natural, so without hesitation he said to the chief: "Sit down chief", the Spartan listened with some doubt, but in the end he sat down to see how the captain took off his vest revealing a gray shirt with the logo of The UNSC, he saw with the captain also took off his patches and he could perceive that sweet smell more clearly.

"How does it feel?" asked sweet Lasky, staring at the boss who closed his eyes enjoying its aroma "very good" the boss whispers a little stunned, it was still subtle, but it was perceived very well, it seemed something floral something that John had never smelled in his life as a Spartan.

He felt the need to hug Captain Lasky's body and stick his nose into his neck, something inside him calmed down, he no longer tore, he no longer wanted to leave, rather he felt stunned by the aroma . Thomas for his part, smiled gently at the Spartan, it was clear that he had never been close to an omega without overwhelming him, and if he had been, he had already forgotten.

"Usually the scent of Marines, ODSTs, even Spartans was sour, because of all the stress that went through in the UNSC" Lasky thought, he wasn't saying he didn't suffer from stress, just that he didn't try to make his scent He was sour about that, since being a superior many of his men needed that peace that omegas symbolized, even betas with no sense of smell could perceive the aura of a stressed omega.

His main function, apart from his duties as a soldier, was to ensure the well-being of his superiors, it had been strange, but he realized that being surrounded by alphas that released aggressive and dominant pheromones did not help the performance of the betas at all, for that reason they allowed the omegas to join the UNSC.

He had always been the omega designated to watch over the well-being of the alphas, which is why Palmer and even other commanders knew his aroma, to his discomfort the already retired Captain Del Rio had also known him, his encounters with him had been uncomfortable and disrespectful that he had even Thought of changing Crew at the beginning of his settlement as Commander second in command of Capitán del Rio.

He put aside his thoughts to pay attention to the master chief, who was sitting in the chair as relaxed as he had ever seen him, he looked at the digital clock on the wall, there was a long way to go until the next meeting, so without thinking he said to the chief: "Up Chief", John thought it was over, so he let out a grunt that caught Thomas' attention, who laughed and looked at the Spartan in amusement.

"Calm down chief, I'm just going to give you your dose" he reassures the Spartan, "Can I come closer?" he asks, looking at John intently, he whispers a yes, leaving Thom free to approach slowly.

For John, the aroma intensified, something inside him told him to smell his neck, together between the junction of his neck and his shoulder, told him that what soothed him emanated from there. "Just don't be rude" Lasky asked him, it wasn't the first time he let other Spartans smell his scent and he knew it would turn a little wild, so better warned than sorry.

She still remembered that Palmer almost broke her ribs because of the bear hug she gave her, tearing a little on her shoulder while she repeated how sorry she was, it was the only time she saw the commander nervous for having hurt him, of course not It had been her intention, only her instincts were wilder than the average alpha, there were no omegas in Spartans, and most were modified betas.
It was rare to see a Spartan alpha, but not impossible, from those registered he could tell that Blue Team were all alphas, Palmer was also alpha along with the other Spartan commanders of Infinity.

The chief did not understand what he should do so he stared at the captain, although something inside told him to hug him and plunge his nose into his neck, but how could he hug him? It could hurt him, so he closed his fists synonymous with impotence.

"Come on chief, I won't break" Lasky encourages the chief, who doubtfully approaches his neck, but without hugging, and he feels even calmer, everything that afflicted him was forgotten at that moment. The sweetness entered through his nostrils, the skin that his nose brushed felt soft, without thinking that his body by itself surrounded the Captain in a gentle embrace.

Lasky blushed deeply, the chief's hot breath made his neck stand on end, he felt heavy and light at the same time, firm arms welcomed him, his omega was getting aroused... and that was a bad thing, I try not to think about it, but the simple fact of who perceived his own scent said that he was deflowering himself, his omega was trying to seduce the master chief.

Luckily for him, the chief couldn't perceive it or didn't know what it was, it was much better because another alpha had embedded it in his desk and taken it right there, which disturbed him a lot. "Your aroma became even sweeter sir" the chief's voice made his omega squeal with emotion and his face turned even redder than it was "it's nice" wao hearing the master chief speak more than two words had surprised him For him to come looking for him to sniff his scent too, but for him to like it and say it was nice is out of his league.

"That's good, chief" he tried not to let his voice come out weak, he also hugged the chief and allowed his scent to permeate him, as if it were his, although he may be making a mistake, but what could he do. Deep inside him, Lasky wanted to smell John's pheromone as well, but it was impossible, his own genetics prevented him.

They stayed like that for a while, neither of them moved, until Thomas saw the clock on his wall and realized that the meeting was 10 minutes away. Now if separating from the Chief who looked at him scared and confused "I have a meeting chief" the tranquility in his voice makes John come to, he had forgotten that the person in front of him was the Captain of this ship "I'm sorry, sir" The chief had sounded as if he had committed some fault in front of his superior, for his part, Thomas smiled as he took out of one of the drawers of his desk the patches to suppress the aroma, now that he had deflowered a bit he needed double what he needed. used.

"There's nothing to apologize for, chief, my duty is also to help Spartans like you, so don't worry, you can come to me whenever you feel overwhelmed" he said quietly, finished putting on the patches, his scent was almost imperceptible, after the captain put on his jacket they left his office to go to the S-deck.

Where Palmer and the others were waiting for him for the meeting.

That's where the commanders perceived the chief's scent, but none of them said anything, it wasn't the first time that Thomas overdid the scent, they were just surprised that it was the master chief who possessed the captain's scent, whoever not crew would think wrong.

Putting that aside, they went on with their meeting like they normally did.

For his part, the chief continued on his way to his team who stared at him, it was Kelly who approached John to tell him, closing her eyes to perceive the aroma much better.

"You smell nice…"

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It had already been a month since he went to the Captain's office to receive his "dose", as the commanders called him, to be exact, it was when an omega, in this case the captain, gave his essence so that his suppressed alpha parts would not to shatter their neurological system, since as is known the IV Spartans are Spartans who still have union and consciousness with their instinctive parts: they have regular heat routines, the voice and even the mark.

Unlike his predecessors who were suppressed in all those areas, he as a generation 2 Spartan was very different from his brothers, if he had a conscience with his alpha side, he just didn't know how to connect with it, rather Cortana was his bridge , since being an artificial omega helped a lot in the non-existent routines.

He never knew what the biology of the castes itself was, he had vague knowledge, but he was inexperienced in everything related to the matter, he did not even know that it was a courtship, he found out a week ago since the captain mentioned it to him, he had caught him staring at a card, which was loaded with many dominant alpha pheromones.

His scent had been so strong that it had made her frown, since he was only used to Lasky's scent, which was soft, fresh and mixed with his own natural aroma. He had inadvertently let out a growl, one so small but powerful that he had drawn the attention of the infinity's captain.

He had looked at him in astonishment, his lips had been a straight line that stared at him causing a small pressure on his chest, which was relieved by the small laugh that the captain let out.

"Calm down chief, it's a courtship letter that I'm not in the least interested in accepting" he said calmly looking back at the papers he was signing "after all the alphas haven't changed yet, they still believe that we omegas are a mere object of belonging” he explained calmly.

*But I don't see you like that* a very deep part of the chief was the one who gave that thought, scaring the chief a bit, who looked down at his lap, a part of him at that moment wanted to have a smell, in order to impregnate the Captain He didn't know why he wanted it, he just knew that he needed it.

He stopped, once he realized he was in front of the Captain's door, he knocked softly, wanting not to interrupt his sleep, although it was obvious that he was doing it and worst of all in the early morning, but he couldn't sleep his chest scratched, something wanted to come out.

Determined, he gently knocked on the door, wishing they would open it, he knocked again, but when he received no answers, he prepared to return to his room with his team, but what he did not count on was that Thomas was awake, rather he was suffering.

"Chief ??" his plaintive voice was heard, which scared John a lot, who believed that something bad was happening to Thom "Yes sir, it's me, Sierra 117" he identifies himself as he normally does, making Thomas laugh "What an ugly way to identify yourself chief " he explains with a tired smile Thomas, to proceed to open the door.

John was scared to see that Thom was sweaty, red and messy, he almost collapsed if he didn't take him in his arms preventing him from falling to the ground. John gently brushed back some of the short strands of Lasky's hair to rest his forehead in his palm, realizing that he was on fire.

"Calm down chief" his voice sounds calm, that doesn't take away the fact that he was worried "Sir, you have to take him to the infirmary immediately" the chief explains seriously looking at Lasky, who pouts annoyed "I'm fine it's just a little hot" he responded as if he didn't apparently have a temperature of 40°C or more, which was already worrisome in a normal human.

"Seriously, chief, I'm fine" Lasky's voice sounded so calm that he almost convinced the boss that everything was fine, almost, if it weren't for the piteous moan and the twisting he had in his belly that confirmed that he was NOT at all. good.

John, for his part, did not know what to do: taking him to the infirmary would be the most practical in this case, but Lasky would not let them take him, bringing a doctor was another option, but he would not let the captain stay alone, the only option what was left was

“Roland” called with a baritone to the Infinity AI, which appeared in seconds.

"Tell me, master chief" just as a surprised gasp materialized at seeing Thomas in that situation "Immediately contact the doctor Zelensky, I recommend that you put the captain to bed" giving the indications Roland disappeared.

John did as the amber AI told him to. He laid Thomas down on the bed, he let out a plaintive sigh that stirred something inside the chief, the captain's scent intensified, the pearly sweat rolled drop by drop down his skin, beginning to squirm even more. The Spartan realized that a spot was growing all over the omega's crotch.

The saliva in his mouth began to accumulate, something called him to dominate the defenseless body that was lying on that bed, the canines in his mouth began to itch with the need to bite something tender, his hands trembled in need, he wanted to squeeze what whatever, fear grew in his chest. Never in his years of service had he experienced anything like what he was experiencing at that moment.

It was dangerous, he wanted to take the captain from him, he wanted to break all the rules of fraternization just to be with the omega groaning in need beneath him.

* Come on, don't make him wait *, that voice that he feared so much appeared, stating that he needed it and what he wanted. He began to shake like an addict in quarantine, thousands of thoughts crossed his mind and they all terrified him.

*This was being alpha, how horrible* John thought with fear, fear that he rarely felt in his life.

Did he really want to subdue the being that was helpless under him?

"Calm down, John" was the first voice he'd heard his name in a long time, the voice made him come out of his thoughts, staring at Thomas's flushed face, but with a smile. "Are you scared?" I ask tenderly.

The chief simply nodded like a child, looking at Lasky, he was trembling, he didn't know the reasons why he was trembling, he just knew that it hurt, he hadn't stopped holding his stomach and despite his smile you could see small tears in the corner of his eyes, looking at him with some sadness and restlessness.

“Don't worry, the heat cycle is not very easy to bear,” he explains, sighing in discomfort, gasping under his breath, writhing in pain. John was afraid, it was evident, the captain's pain was similar to that of a marine, silently writhing in pain. Thomas sighed getting the chief's attention.

"Come here, chief" he looked like the captain of the Infinity, he raised his arms, stretching them out, waiting for a hug, by inertia or unconsciousness the master chief simply hugs him. Him burying his face between the junction of his neck and his shoulder, inhaling that sweet aroma that in the end doesn't smell like anything specific, but he makes you feel calm.

Thomas for his part, clung to the large body of the Spartan, his abdomen stung, his tears falling from the corners of his eyes. His stomach was contracting unpleasantly, it was as if a syringe needle had been stabbed into you repeatedly, I breathed trying to feel some peace, but it was only the beginning. It was like 3 more days until his heat cycle was over.

It hurt to feel useless at that moment. He clung closer to the Spartan, fighting the desire to ask him to take him, to save him from the hellish pain that was harboring in his body. He gently inhaled the subtle, but present scent that John possessed. It was softer than hers, but it was there.

It helped a little to calm the fire that was taking root in him. He heard Dr. Zelensky abruptly enter, who gasped abruptly and bet his poor reasoning that his legs trembled at the brutal but silent growl the master chief gave him. He heard how he left quickly, the chief hugged the captain tightly, but even so he had taken care in his touch, something that Thom appreciated.

* John doesn't want to hurt me, what a good alpha * was the last thing Thom thought, before a piercing scream came from his mouth and he began to cry like a child. That last twist had taken her out of thoughts of him.

With the last of his lucid time, he felt John being snatched from his arms making him cry, he needed his alpha, he was the only one who made him feel safe, he needed his subtle scent in his nose, his weight pressing on his body, his Silent grunts, he needed Spartan John 117. He shifted, trying to push the needle away with the suppressor on his arms.

But his body, weak from him because of his zeal, did not leave him.

His eyes closed.

As his soft piteous moans fell silent

Everything went black.

...

The blue team was needed along with other Spartans to separate John from Thomas, he was enraged and gave a fierce war, the doctor in charge, once John is anesthetized with large doses of morphine, explained that his maturity as alpha had arrived.

The changes that the librarian had given him, plus the fact that he was constantly receiving the captain's scent, had made his instincts kick in, and being close to an omega in his cycle, his inner alpha came out. to the light.

The commanders agreed to isolate the fact, the Blue team was surprised by the chief's behavior, Roland advised to lower the pheromone doses to the master chief and keep him at a considerable distance from the Captain, which they all accepted.

The truth is, some cases occurred a short time ago, but none of the perpetrators had been a high-ranking officer, not only did they put the captain's position at risk but they would also take him to a court where he would be tried for indecency.

Sarah gritted her teeth once all the commanders withdrew, leaving her alone with the blue team, it was not time to lose Captain Lasky to her jealousy, there were many problems, but she could not fight against desire and animal instincts . She saw the group of Spartan IIs bruised and battered just like her. No one thought that the master chief would give a bare-knuckle fight with spartans in their respective armor and give him a battle like never before.

Two of her spartan's IV were badly hurt, she had even broken some of their bones, she sighed, she got up to approach the blue team. They raised their worried faces, expecting a punishment for John.

"Calm down, Spartans" I reassure the never nervous, but now if Spartan's II "Do not open charges, after all nothing happened" she calmly explains "these are situations that exist, in few quantities, but they do exist" that caught the attention of the 3 spartans .

"What will happen to the chief?" Linda asked, looking cautiously at the commander. Palmer waited for that question, looking at each one of them in the eyes of her.

"You will be sent on a mission, it doesn't matter what it is, you need to be outside" she firmly explains to her present "While Captain Lasky finishes his heat, it is important that the master chief is not here, considering the power of our unarmored noses will perceive Thom's scent at a considerable distance and…” she trails off and looks at Thom's door with a frown. "That's why, as soon as the chief is aware, they'll leave, I'll see that Roland assigns him some entertaining and testosterone-releasing mission, they're going to need it"

Sarah finishes explaining, receiving a "yes ma'am" from the 3.

You fire them and they leave, for her part she enters Thom's cabin, he was lying down, they had changed his clothes, you could tell he was having a bad time, all his life without his zeal and now he appears as if nothing, Jesus he had 40 and a few more.

She gently stroked the strands of hair that were on her forehead. She withdrew her hand, dragged the nearest chair over and sat down, praying it wouldn't break under the weight of her, she didn't want to remove her armor until the Master Chief had left on the mission.

"What a night" her irony in her voice expresses tiredness, everything hurt.

But she was happy to have prevented her best friend from being taken, either favorably or by force, it wasn't the time, maybe later they could, but not now. She rested his elbows on his thighs and ducked her head.

"Thomas, you owe me a big one," she expresses without feeling, looking at the floor, to then let out a listless smile.

She hoped hiding this fact would help, otherwise she'd screwed up…

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Looking at the vast, exuberant and extensive universe made him reflect on many things, standing in front of the large window, which separated him from an obvious death, with his arms resting on his back, upright, he reflected in silence. Everything seemed so serene, so silent, so calm. A soft blow brings him to reality, The harsh and cruel reality.

A few of the tech leads were reporting things that were considered common, nothing that would make him jump in concern or prompt immediately. He listened carefully for a long time, memorizing every detail, every word, every gesture of the man in front of him. He stopped doing it when the discomfort set in.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to bother you" she whispered instinctively, he saw how each of the technician's muscles relaxed little by little, until he just laughed, he couldn't tell between nervous and relieved. "No sir, he just gave me a very deep look that I felt I was doing something wrong" explained the young technician with a small smile.

He also gave her a small one, they continued with the report until there was simply nothing more to report, with a small gesture, the young technician of Captain Lasky was dismissed. Something was wrong with himself.

Something weighed on his chest, something was pulling and saying that the situation was not going well, but he is supposed to be going to certain death. Deploying the Weapon, Deactivating Cortana and ending the reign of the created, it sounded easy, but… would it really be?

That question made her heart shrink, running away for so long, hiding for so long, all to get to this moment. Jesus, took his hands to his face and scratched it with frustration, he decided that the space was a lot to see, he needed to rest, it would take a while to get there and he had to take advantage of every second of rest that he was allowed, which was little, but I would take it without complaining.

Walking back to his cabin, he realized that his neck was numb and aching, it was evident that the stress was taking its toll on him, rather on everyone, each member on board the infinity was suffering from a very high stress streak. . The calculations that Roland reported to him were very large and he hated to see his people like this.

But this was getting out of his hands.

Humanity was hanging by a thread, a very thin one between life and extinction, all because of an AI that they themselves created, the war was supposed to have ended a long time ago, but they barely left one and the other was already falling on.

He hated feeling like this, feeling cornered, but he wasn't the only one.

He knew that so he had no right to victimize himself, not in this situation. He was the captain and if the ship fell, he would fall with him.
The thoughts stopped when he got to his room, entering, being greeted by a deep silence, with a groan he sat on one of the furniture that was in the room, rubbing his neck with his right hand, he felt like his neck muscles were stiff .

Without much detour, he began to take off his clothes, first by the jacket, to leave it lying on the chair, then he would worry about picking it up, and he continued, taking off one by one, the clothes from his body, until he was left naked, the clothes made a I walk to the bathroom, where I walk in without looking back.

He sighed when he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror, tired, haggard and about 100 more years had added to his age, sure that after this he would retire, he had thought of returning to Mars or going to a peaceful colony far from the war, adopt a dog or a cat and live the rest of his life in peace.

He would send to hell if his mother came up with something contradictory to what he had chosen, he was tired, very tired, he had already played the hero for a long time and now he needed peace. With those thoughts, he entered the cold shower, where his skin crawled at the first contact.

He let the water flow all over her body, while he just watched her fall, he looked at her arms, which hid some blisters and a rash left by the Cytopretalin. The only good thing about cold water is that it relieves her pain. He wondered how he had survived this allergy for so many years and how he had the courage to fight this disease.

John 117, came to his mind, he had motivated him to fight for others and not let that allergy become an impediment to not forging his life in the military, of course there were other factors, such as the death of Cadmon and Chyler, who joined his constant struggle to be someone better.

It felt strange, really very strange, what could be done when facing imminent death? Is it normal to have a lot of questions in your head and zero answers? Should one regret it?

These are things that he constantly asked himself, he decided that it was a lot to think about and he simply focused on what he had gone to the bathroom, taking a shower, it lasted a few minutes until he came out, he grabbed a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around him. the waist, while he grabbed another and left it hanging on his neck, drying himself with one end.

The bath helped to clear his mind a bit, he thought about looking for Palmer and drowning out the dubious end they would meet once they reached Zeta Halo. He would take that whiskey, he would savor it, as a synonym for his last drink, then he would give one of those motivational and at the same time sad speeches to Sarah, he would surely silence him.

He let out a laugh at his great imagination, coming out of the bathroom, his whole room was dark, but in all the darkness, John stood imposing, in the middle of the silence, his arms resting on his legs which were slightly open, with his head bent looking to the ground. Tom for a moment decided to stop for a moment, analyzing the whole situation.

His clothes were neatly folded in a corner of his bed and not on the floor, where they were supposed to be, surely the Spartan picked it up when he saw it on the floor, but there was something else, the atmosphere felt tense and melancholic, he supposed that the Boss has something to say but doesn't know how to get it out. He was honored that he came looking for him.

He gave a small smile, drawing the boss's attention, who looked up at him with those penetrating blue eyes, he smiled at her as he came out of the bathroom drying her hair.

"Hello chief" he said calmly as he sat in the corner closest to his boss's bed, continuing to dry his hair "Anything bothering you?" he asked serenely, he knew that with the spartan II he had to be patient, very pleasant, calm and soft comments, outside of work, were well received by the great spartans.

They were like big frightened cats that would run when they felt threatened.

John simply kept looking at the floor, as if it were the most interesting thing in the universe, his words were stuck in his throat, he felt heavy, the only place where he isolated himself that was quiet and they had given him permission was the captain's cabin, who always received him and let him spend a quiet moment away from everything that overwhelmed him.

Actually, he didn't think that Captain Lasky would be here, he supposed that he would be late at work, he was surprised to see his clothes lying on the floor and hear the constant dripping of the shower. He internally debated whether to leave or stay, finally deciding to stay, he figured it would do him good to talk to the person who had been his superior this year.

Many Spartans said they felt relaxed after talking with Captain Lasky, he was a firm but soft person, calm and somewhat stoic, after he was assigned his next mission, an avalanche of emotions that he never felt rushed over him. He felt that he was drowning, he felt that his chest would explode at any moment.

"Yes, sir" in a whisper the Spartan caught the attention of the man without augmentations "it hurts here" he pointed to his chest with deep sadness, Tomas looked at John with deep sadness, he knew what it was, but the chief's didn't, Tomas guessed that in the Spartan's entire life he had never been faced with overcoming pain. He felt Sadness more than hurt.

"I guess it's because of the mission, isn't it?" he subtly saw John nodded, Dr. Halsey had been emphatic in assigning the mission to John, although he had refused at first Halsey's arguments had been solid and convincing, he couldn't save the chief this time, he had to face and heal his pain . "Honestly, I don't know how to comfort you" Lasky said, turning from looking at the chief to look at the ceiling of the room "but I can stay by your side in silence so you don't feel alone or…" he paused making John look at him "I can simply get dressed and go out to do other activities that I still have pending and leave you alone" after saying he met his gaze with that of the old spartan, giving him a warm and small smile.

John was in a dilemma, he frowned as he analyzed the two options that his captain had given him, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Lasky had gotten up to look for clothes to wear, he only came out of his thoughts when Tomas He was staring at him already dressed, waiting for his answer.

They exchanged glances, John was lost in Tom's brown eyes and vice versa "Have you decided yet?" I ask calmly, patiently waiting for the master chief's response.

"could you stay with me?" John asked fearfully, wishing with all his heart that Tomas would stay, he didn't want to be alone, with a smile Lasky nodded, patted the side of his bed, allowing John to sit closer to him.

…

He was staring at the stone made from the Hunter's armor which he defeated in Corbulo, next to which were two dog tags, not far away lay the body of his once captain, he had arrived late.

"Chief...Who is he?" The Weapon asked sad, sadness was mixed in the environment.

John, for his part, did not respond, he simply remained standing there, the death had been recent, it was noticeable, the blood was still fresh, the cut had been cleaned, it crossed from the middle of his abdomen to the left of his body, and his guts protruded slightly, his eyes lost that brightness that characterized him, small drops of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

John squeezed the stone and the plates in his hand, approaching Tomas's inert body, carrying him, the Weapon felt confused, he had never met this man, but he still felt infinite sadness to see him dead. He assumed the chief's emotions mixed with hers, but they were very strong.

"He was..." the chief's voice was heavy "He was our CAPTAIN Tomas Lasky" finally he blurted out the name that made him very sad without knowing why?...

He was only clear that he hurt in the same way as when he lost Cortana and Sam...

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How had they gotten into this situation?

They wondered loudly in silence, stifling their moans against their lips. Heavy panting echoed throughout the room. Their hands rubbed each other's pussies, Lasky on Glassman, Glassman on Lasky. No one should find out about their little secret.

"There," the doctor moaned weakly, trembling in ecstasy. Thomas took it upon himself to gently rub the vaginal folds, sending small electric shocks through Henry's body.

Not in a million years would they both have thought they would end up like this, dangerously pleasuring each other. Knowing each other, pampering each other, and helping each other. Thomas leaned closer to Henry, feeling the warm gasps that steamed out of his mouth, muffling the loud moan with a kiss that stole the air from his lungs.

"Fuck," Lasky thought as he watched Henry cum furiously through his fingers, his fluids dripping from his hands onto the soft white sheets of his bed.

Glassman melted and slowly slid down onto the bed, his legs shaking from the powerful orgasm Thomas had given him. For his part, the Infinity's captain approached the doctor and kissed him, moaning tenderly into the kiss that took the air from their lungs, feeling the subtle taste of whiskey on them.

Thomas devoured Henry's mouth; the abstinence had been long up to this point. He simply let himself be. He would stop if Glassman would stop him, but on the contrary, Henry was inwardly happy that Lasky was being rough and dominant. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved it.

They broke apart panting, staring at each other. Lasky smiled at Henry's blush. The scent of sex danced in the air. "You haven't cum," the doctor said seriously, after his majestic orgasm had subsided. "Actually, I want you to eat me out." Sincerity rang in Thomas's voice, as he patiently waited for the grumpy doctor's response.

"So you expect me to send you an invitation?" Thomas laughed at Henry's sarcastic response. "Just try not to squash me." The Infinity captain nodded.

He sat up, taking care before sitting on the Infinity's chief engineer's face, distributing his weight evenly and resting his hands on the wall for some anchorage and keeping his weight from falling on Glassman. Henry bit his lower lip when he saw that juicy pussy up close; he would never have thought Lasky had a mole there. He grabbed the smaller man's buttocks and massaged them.

Thomas threw his head back. Henry had given her clit an experimental lick. It felt so good that he moaned softly, stroking the hair of the man beneath him. Glassman began sucking on Lasky's nerve bud, feeling more fluids oozing from Thomas's vagina.

The doctor began his work, pulling Lasky closer to his face, licking the opening from which such sweet nectar was oozing, loving the taste in his mouth, loving how Thomas tried to silence his moans by covering his mouth with his hands. He inserted his tongue into the opening, listening to the man above him smother a gasp.

He took advantage of the situation and, with his flat tongue, gave a long lick that made Lasky shudder. Then he slurped on her swollen pussy. He guided his fingers, wrapping his arms around the thighs on either side of her head, to her clitoris, where he massaged it with the same devotion Thomas had massaged it.

A hiss gave him the go-ahead, and he continued doing so; it wouldn't be long before Lasky came. Thomas was lost in a haze, a bundle of nerves, loving every time he sucked on her pussy, how the slender fingers massaged her clitoris.

A scream heralded their happy ending, as more fluids fell on Henry's face, who opened his mouth even wider to allow himself to taste Thom's cum. Meanwhile, Lasky, trembling, withdrew from Glassman's face, who licked his lips to remove the salt that had remained on them.

Lying on that bed, they realized that the alcohol in their veins had long since passed. Thanks to the adrenaline their bodies had released, it was also because they hadn't drunk enough to lose their memories. Panting, they stared at each other, their chests straining to regulate their breathing. God, they really needed it.

"What skill you have, Dr. Glassman," he said sincerely to the man he was looking at. The man, in turn, looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "I'm sleepy, Captain. We should sleep. We can talk about my skills in bed later." It was a given. Henry snuggled up close to Thomas. Thomas, amazed, nodded with a smile, and hugged the engineer back.

Loving the feeling of warmth between them, they slept soundly.

…

"I wish I could have a moment of peace," said the AI, apparently red. It was anything but pleasant to have heard the ship's captain and chief engineer giving each other stormy comfort.

"They should give me a vacation," Roland thought optimistically, focusing on other tasks to keep himself busy and forget that moment. Though it would be difficult, as he worked directly with both of them.

"The short life of an AI is so hard," he thought with feigned sadness, changing his demeanor when he heard the voice of his favorite Spartan.

"You have no idea what you just saved me from, Spartan Miller," he said, almost amused at the sound of the Spartan's voice.

Just in case, he dimmed the lights and lowered the air conditioning in the captain's room—just to make the couple a little more comfortable as they drifted off into the world of dreams.

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Another normal day, with no activity from the Didact hand, no movement from the interventionists, nothing to shake her out of the boredom she was experiencing. Her hip was protesting in pain from the inactivity of the previous two hours, which she had spent filling out reports and issuing authorizations to the ship's various operational teams.

She sighed exhaustedly, putting aside the document she was reading intently. She was stressed, her head ached, but having Osman on her neck didn't calm or relax her; on the contrary, it kept her alert and attentive. Possibly it was due to what had happened with Dr. Halsey, something that had happened a long time ago, but even so, time neither forgives nor forgets, and it seemed the admiral didn't either.

Her gaze drifted off into nothingness, vague thoughts coming and going. Everything exhausted her, and she wished for just one day to rest properly. To sleep late, to pace around her room without the uncomfortable bra that rubbed against her breasts with its underwire. She stopped daydreaming to stare at the digital clock high on one of her office walls.

"11 PM," the metallic blue fluorescent light read, making her hate her life. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job, even when it didn't involve reports, projects, permits, and other things that kept her from spending hours sitting in a chair that wasn't overstuffed.

"At this rate, I'm going to have serious hip problems," she whispered to herself, wishing with all her heart that Palmer would walk through that door and take her for that delicious bourbon, which she would carefully store somewhere in her room for special occasions or times of extreme stress.

She signed a few more papers before her hip decided to protest the lack of movement, moaning in relief at the sound and feeling of her bones stretching after such an uncomfortable position. Being a captain wasn't easy.

"I should ask for a raise; at this rate, my back's going to get really messed up," she whispered to herself.

"Or you should go see a psychologist. It's not good to talk to yourself, ma'am," that voice startled him, and he squealed.

He turned around and saw his faithful AI assistant looking at him, very amused. He shook his head and sighed, "Roland, you're going to give me a heart attack." Then he heard the AI's voice measuring his stress levels, which also gave him some tips on how to lower them.

"Okay, okay, I understand," the woman said with a sympathetic smile. She found the amber man's worried expression very charming. "I'll try to relax. I don't know what I'd do without you, Roland." Roland's small gesture made her think she had made him blush, as he slumped his shoulders, lowering his gaze to avoid hers, swearing he would have blushed a little if his skin weren't golden.

"Remember to take a warm bath to relax. I'm leaving, ma'am. See you tomorrow." With that, the AI ​​left, leaving her alone.

She shook her head, but Roland was right: it was time to rest. Everyone rested, unless they were working the night shift. She left the office to head to her room. The sound of her shoes echoed through the hallway. It was soft and quiet. She tried not to be heard, afraid of waking anyone.

She stopped when she saw that one of the many observation decks was empty, so she decided to admire the infinite space visible through that small window. Every star, every halo of light, the Earth, the Moon—everything seemed beautiful and enchanting.

She wouldn't trade that view for anything in the world. It was like a small gift she'd been given after life had taken Cadmon and Chyler. It was relaxing. She smiled softly, looking at the stars, thinking about going to see them after her bath. She'd have to get up early anyway, but she wouldn't deny herself that view for anything in the world.

She deserved it.

She left the observatory and headed to her room. Once inside, she quickly stripped off her entire uniform, stuffing each item into the laundry basket until she stood naked in front of the mirror. She had few scars—very few, actually. Most were from what happened in Corbulo, but beyond that, she was almost nothing.

Her pale skin was highlighted by a reddish pigmentation on her shoulders, hips, and knees. She stopped admiring herself to take a well-deserved bath. It seemed like an eternity, enjoying the sensation of the warm water running over her body. Her muscles relaxed, moans of pleasure and relief flowed from her mouth.

She finished showering, dried herself, and got dressed to go out. But first, she found that red lipstick Palmer had given her as a joke. It was a deep carmine red. She thought about it for a while, but in the end, she decided to put it on. She felt daring that night; it didn't matter if she broke some rules; everyone was asleep and no one would see her.

She carefully applied her lipstick and smiled at the end, seeing how her face had changed slightly. She felt young and pretty. She wished the UNSC would allow its members to wear makeup, but unfortunately, they didn't. There were protocols against makeup for women.

"You look beautiful, Thomas Lasky," she complimented herself. Before leaving, she made herself a thermos of hot chocolate to better admire the view and headed out.

The same path, only in reverse. She heard silence, and she liked it. There was no threat, no danger, no aliens demanding the elimination of her species. When she arrived, she realized no one was there, which made her very excited.

She was alone with a cup of hot chocolate milk, sitting on the floor of that observatory. She felt like a child, a child who had run away from her parents' house to get into mischief. She slowly sipped the liquid that warmed her stomach. Sighing once more, but this time with joy, anyone who saw her would say she was crazy. The truth is, she was happy with herself, and that was more than enough to feel good.

She heard footsteps, so she curled up on the ground, praying they would pass her by and not enter her temporary sanctuary. Unfortunately, they didn't. Someone entered. He was tall, so due to the lack of light, she couldn't make out who it was, but you didn't have to be a genius to know it was a Spartan. She hadn't noticed his presence, so she decided to watch him silently.

Her eyes scanned the Spartan's every movement, as he simply stood there staring at the same landscape he had contemplated before her guest arrived. She gently sipped her drink, catching the soldier's attention, who, startled, abruptly turned his body toward her.

"It's me," Thomas says abruptly, watching the Spartan relax. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm really sorry. I just wanted to see the view," he explains sympathetically as he stands up with some difficulty thanks to the cup in his hand.

The light didn't help because, despite that, he couldn't see who the Spartan was. He didn't want to get closer; he was fine where he was. He only stood up to show that he wasn't a threat. After all, you can't tell much about the modified soldiers.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, ma'am." A moment later, she knew that voice was the Master Chief. "If you wish, I can leave," he said seriously, trying to leave, but was stopped by the captain.

"Not at all, chief. Stay. I can't deny you that view." He gestured with his cup to the beautiful landscape behind the Spartan II.

John hesitated a little, but stayed, silent and at a safe distance from the Infinity's captain. Lasky, for his part, sat back in the darkness, gently sipping his hot chocolate. Not to brag, but it was creamy and sweet. If her father were still alive, he'd tell her she could get married right away, and she'd call it a lousy prize.

She let out a small laugh at that memory. When she looked up, she met the Spartan's deep blue gaze. She innocently raised the thermos of chocolate. "Hot chocolate?" She saw how the Spartan seemed to think about it for a long time, staring at her for what seemed like an eternity.

She smiled broadly when the chief nodded somewhat shyly. "Even Spartans blushed, what a tip," she thought, amused. She remembered the cup she'd brought and poured him a little more than she had. She raised the cup to see the chief approaching and taking it, sitting next to her on the floor.

As she drew closer, she could see clearly: he was wearing a white UNSC t-shirt and gray sweatpants, the kind he normally wore when sleeping. She watched him sip the chocolate slowly. He took a sip of hot chocolate straight from the thermos, enjoying its flavor.

John, for his part, savored the hot chocolate on his lips. It was creamy, sweet, and cinnamon-tinged, custom-made. He looked at the mug in his hand, staring at it and noticing a red stain shaped like lips. He looked up from the mug and looked at his captain.

Her lips were red, a beautiful red that complemented her skin tone. Her hair was loose, waves falling over her shoulders. She wore the same dress as him, but she looked good. She sipped the hot chocolate in silence, a comfortable silence. "Would you like more, Chief?" He turned his gaze to the woman at his side.

A small smile tinged with red, those honey-colored eyes looked suggestively at him while the thermos was tilted slightly at his side. “Yes ma'am,” nodding, watching as she placed more of the chocolatey mixture into her cup.

Unlike the first time they met, she didn't bring up a topic of conversation; she simply let herself be, staring into space, capturing every slight movement of it, of the ships orbiting the Earth. He appreciated her quietness; she was warm and maternal, but that didn't mean she wasn't sometimes very perceptive, which made him a little afraid of her when she saw him with that look of "he was right."

"Couldn't you sleep, chief?" He saw those red lips ask that question; it was a sleepy question; he realized she was beginning to close her eyes.

Tiredness was evident in them. "No, ma'am, I couldn't sleep," he replied sincerely. She turned to look at him with a calm expression. "Well, what a good choice." He referred to the fact that she chose to go out to the observatory before doing anything else. “Many decide to go to the Spartan deck to make their fists bleed before taking a moment to reflect,” I speak calmly. “Honestly, I prefer to sit here in the dark, with a cup of hot chocolate watching the stars move.” I take a sip of the drink.

“You speak from experience,” Lasky nods at him. “Sarah is very aggressive sometimes; she doesn't know how to handle duels, and often gets hurt,” he says sadly.

“It's difficult for a Spartan to let go,” John admits. “There are no words to explain what we feel.” He looks at the sleepy woman next to him, who is nodding off, until she simply curls up in his arm. “That's sad,” she says with a yawn. “The world has taken so much from them, and yet it doesn't give them anyone to trust.” Unintelligible murmurs are heard, and she falls asleep.

She falls asleep beside him. He stares a little longer into the endless void before turning to look at her. Her reddish lips are tenderly parted, small breaths coming from them.

"Red looks good on you, ma'am," he whispers into the air, enjoying the moment he's experiencing for a moment.

…

She abruptly sat up in her bed. Roland had materialized at his desk. With his hands clasped behind his back, how had he gotten into her room last night? It was a mystery. She thought a little longer until Roland spoke.

"The Master Chief brought you in at dawn, ma'am." Well, that answered her question. "Although it's obvious you sneaked out last night, Captain Lasky." She froze at the amber AI's accusation. She narrowed her eyes and looked at her. "Don't take this the wrong way, ma'am, but you should rest." The concern in his voice made her reflect.

It was true; Roland was just looking out for her. She shook her head and closed her eyes to get up; she was still groggy.

"I'm sorry, Roland," she said calmly. "But sometimes you just need to break your routine," she said with a smile.

They chatted a little longer about what the day would bring until the yellow AI said goodbye and went off to do other work in Infinity. She got up, showered, and got ready. As she was getting ready to go out, she caught a glimpse of red lipstick. She picked it up and stared at it.

"You should put that on," that voice made her jump a little. She sighed in mock anger as she looked at Palmer. "It looks great on you, Tom," she said casually.

"Are you here to steal my hot chocolate, Sarah?" I asked, a little annoyed, seeing her smile.

"Of course I am," she said with a big smile, walking in as if it were her room, sitting on the armchair in the room. "You're the only one who can make a good hot chocolate with the few ingredients in this outhouse," she explained as if it were the most normal thing in life.

"Of course," she said, stretching out the letter O. "She doesn't say that because even the water would burn you, right?" she said as if it were the most normal thing in life. She heard a muffled gasp along with Palmer's offensive glare at Lasky. They stared at each other for a long moment until they both laughed.

"For your information, it was only once," Spartan IV explained serenely, crossing her legs and leaning back on the couch. "You almost burned down my kitchen," Thomas explained ironically.

While Lasky prepared the hot chocolate, Palmer shared some gossip she'd heard before going to Lasky's room. Once the hot chocolate was ready, she prepared to serve it. She searched the shelf for the cups, but realized her favorite wasn't there, so she looked in the small sink in the makeshift kitchen.

Sarah's voice grew distant as she stared at her cup. There was a lipstick stain on it—it was obvious she'd had a drink yesterday—but a memory jolted her mind, and she let out a small scream that alarmed Palmer, who abruptly got up from his seat and ran over to her.

"What happened? Are you okay?" The Spartan asked, frightened, checking for any self-inflicted wounds. But Thomas shook his head, blushing, unable to speak. "So what's wrong?" she asked, frightened.

"I gave the chief hot chocolate from the same cup I had earlier," he said, staring off into space. Sarah looked at him in disbelief before understanding what the captain meant, her eyes widening. "So you indirectly kissed the strongest man in humanity?" Lasky nodded gently.

"Oh, Tom, you're so sweet," Sarah said softly, looking at the small woman, who was blushing and laughing at her.

…

In one of the many rooms in the Infinity, the blue team was standing up, each one getting up to begin their day training like the good Spartans they are. For John, the previous night was confusing but pleasant; he didn't know how to categorize it. He felt warmth, the same way he felt when Cortana spoke to him; it was warm and comforting.

He had spent half an hour with the Captain glued to his arm; he still felt the pressure and her body heat. He still had the sweetness of the chocolate on his lips; it was strange. There were no words to explain what he felt last night.

"chief, do you have something red on your lips?" he heard Fred's voice and looked at him. Fred pointed at his lower lip. He reached for the back of it and wiped it, looking with the back of it, now stained with red lipstick. He didn't say anything and simply stood up to walk to the bathroom.

"Was that lipstick?" Linda asked in confusion. The other two Spartans looked in surprise at the direction the Master Chief had gone.

John heard what Linda had asked, but considered ignoring it. He thought for a moment, surely lipstick had reached his lips when he drank the hot chocolate from the Captain's mug, that hot chocolate he liked and longed to try again. He let the thought pass and began to get ready for a new day of duty and a semblance of normalcy in his life.

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    What was happening to her was strange, but she couldn't possibly imagine it would be impossible. There were only small things that could affect a Spartan. "Yes, those soldiers genetically modified to be lethal war machines," but Sarah never thought she'd encounter something that would affect her on a sexual level.

    For once in her life, she felt like an animal. Her whole body itched, she sweated, and she begged for the desire deep within her to be satiated. Her canines pricked her lips, her abdomen ached and burned intensely, her member throbbed, feeling like it was going to explode at any moment. With great effort, she tried to stay sane, but she simply couldn't. Little by little, her consciousness was fading, leaving only her most bestial instinct afloat.

    For God's sake, she just wanted to sink her teeth into a tender, sweet neck. She wanted to put out her fire in a soft, pleasant, and subtle body.

Damn...

What the hell was happening to her?

…

    The stress was evident on her face. Whatever had happened wasn't good. They couldn't keep the Spartan commander out of commission, so her superiors demanded a quick solution be found for her to recover from her abnormal mating cycle, but it wasn't easy.

– …The Infinity is a huge ship in itself, but no one would willingly offer to go into heat with an alpha Spartan. On the contrary, everyone fears these instincts; they are wild and bestial, unlike anything ever seen before. It's as if her mind were lost in nothingness, and all that remained before you was an animal thirsty for lust and heat. Whatever made the Spartan commander like this must be investigated. – was what the on-duty doctor, Juliette Chen, explained. She was a native of the lunar colony of Asian descent. She looked tired and sleepy.

– Let me see if I understand, Dr. Chen – you could see the discomfort on the face of Tomas Lasky, captain of the UNSC Infinity, who looked indifferently at the situation – Commander Palmer presents an overwhelming increase of sexual hormones, which results in an alpha Spartan commander out of control and thirsty for sex – the glances between both crossed, both tired by the whole situation that was occurring, being aware that the current situation seemed like a surreal scene.

-Yes sir, that's what I meant.- the Spartan branch doctor looks at the captain with great fatigue, which isn't very well received, as Tomas frowns. - Here's a small statistical chart demonstrating the commander's hormonal disorder.- She shows a small digital table, which describes, in numerical percentage terms, the different hormones raging in Palmer's body. Tom looks at the table, analyzing the entire situation.

    The doctor in charge adjusted her glasses, causing the captain to look at her curiously. –Given the situation, sir—a slight clearing of the throat is heard from Doctor Beta—it is expected that you can take care of Commander Palmer… – Tom looked at him inquisitively, encouraging him to continue with his hypothesis, putting the d-pad aside on the table. – I know it's difficult, but you are the only one who has generated a bond with the commander and you will not harm her, as I mentioned before, you are like an animal that only reacts to its instincts, so with your bond, you can make the commander recognize you and allow mating without showing aggression – Lasky watches as the doctor massages his wrist, which was bandaged, a reminder of how hard they had struggled to sedate the alpha.

– So, you expect me to be the commander's partner in this induced heat? - Tomas asked curiously, seeing how the doctor shuddered. He smiled a little. He had already given her enough trouble. He had to give her credit. She was a genius rookie doctor who had the balls to suggest that he have sex with Sarah occasionally. Wow, she deserved a raise. He leaned against the back of his chair, crossed his arms, and stared at her. - I think I'll do it. After all, Sarah is a good friend of mine. Besides, she's one of my Spartans, so as captain, it's my responsibility to ensure the safety of my crew- Tomas said calmly, giving her a comforting smile. Knowing that he and Sarah were from completely different branches, he didn't mind subtly calling her "mine."

    The young beta stared at her with her mouth open, watching as she gradually blushed, nodding shyly, something that touched Lasky's heart, who with a warm smile dismissed her, but not before saying: -And Doctor, let this be our secret. I don't want everyone to think I give the commander special treatment.- He smiled when he saw the doctor roll her eyes in amusement, as if she were saying, "As if I don't give it to you, sir."

-Don't worry, sir, your secret will be safe. Just make sure the commander doesn't make a mess of you.- With that, she left.

He remained alone in his office, rereading and analyzing the statistical results of Sarah's condition, lost in thought as he unconsciously tapped the table with the fingertips of his right hand. Sighing heavily, he leaned his head back, following the tapping of his fingers, and closed his eyes.

– If you'll excuse me, sir – he straightens as soon as he hears Roland's voice, the ship's AI staring at him after appearing on his holographic panel – I don't think you want to mate with the commander – that out of place comment makes him laugh a little – you are not in a condition to be a potential sexual partner for the commander, she is out of place and given her caste…no offense – referring to the fact that Tomas Lasky is an omega – she can do a lot of harm to you, and we can't endanger you because of the desires of others, the commander can handle herself, believe me – Roland explained seriously, surely because he had seen firsthand the hell that Sarah made after she lost control, the AI ​​being in charge of guiding and sealing the commander in her containment room.

Roland, for his part, stared at his captain, who simply stared into space. He was worried, surely because he had only read a few secret files about the commander's caste and because being close to the captain had created a bond with him, one that wasn't necessarily sexual, but more of a friendship. One failure would be detrimental to the relationship they currently had.

Besides, he couldn't risk his captain to an unbridled barrage of pheromones and the insatiable sexual appetite of an unstable alpha.

- I know, Roland - the calmness in Tom's voice frightened the AI, as if AIs felt emotions. - But given the seriousness of the matter, I, as captain of the flagship UNSC Infinity, am expected to resolve it without incident - What Roland feared most happened: that his noble captain would sacrifice himself, giving his body to an out-of-place Spartan, as if he'd never done anything crazy before.

- So while I'm helping the commander, I expect you to cooperate with Commander Stevens, who will be in charge, and that nothing bad happens while I'm gone, understood? - Lasky exclaimed so calmly that the AI ​​simply looked at him in defeat.

- Aye, Captain- Roland sounded so depressed that Lasky seriously considered acknowledging him for this small sacrifice the ship's AI was making.

He really hoped nothing would happen. Sarah couldn't be that brutal, could she?

…

   He deeply regretted thinking that Sarah couldn't be any more beastly than she already was. Damn, the room reeked of dominance. The aroma was so strong that he had to bring his forearm to his nose, trying not to suffocate in the intense atmosphere. The Spartan commander could be seen cornered in the room, her uneven breathing heard; it was frightening because it sounded animalistic.

   Lasky made a mental note to scold Palmer for being so reckless and taking off his helmet near an unknown Forerunner artifact, but first, back to business.
He cautiously approached the alpha female, being very careful not to appear threatening, as that could cost him dearly. His hand slowly reached out, trying to rest on the alpha's back to get her attention. This didn't work, as Sarah abruptly grabbed his hand, squeezing it with considerable force, causing him to grunt in pain. They both stared at each other, a thousand emotions surfacing.

   Sarah was completely animal and instinctive. You couldn't have imagined a modified eye to notice that her pupils were dilated, her body was sweating profusely, and her scent weighed more than it had before. This caused Tom to become slightly defensive, simply because everything felt intense and intimate.

   It was a vile display of alpha dominance over his entire being. The squeeze continued, and it frightened the omega captain greatly; the last thing he needed was a broken wrist. He inhaled deeply and held it for a few seconds before exhaling gently and calmly.

– Sarah – the softness in his voice caught the alpha's attention, who stared at him – you're hurting me, alpha - Tomas could play this game all day long, he knew how delighted alphas were when an omega presented himself submissively – Come on alpha, I know you don't want to hurt me, so let me go – he had hit the nail on the head, his docile and submissive tone had charmed the alpha, as she seemed satisfied, as she had relaxed her grip, but had not yet managed to get her to let go.

   Her grip remained firm. Thomas breathed deeply and tried not to get upset. Any change in his scent would cause the alpha to react sharply, and that was something he didn't want. He was so immersed in his thoughts and trying to stay calm that he hadn't paid attention when Sarah slowly sat up until he felt his arm tugged against the Spartan's sweaty body.

   Tom felt small. Sarah was enveloping him in the heavy pheromones of an excited alpha. That blessed scent was taking effect. His body was beginning to heat up. His belly began to throb with small pangs, indicating that he urgently needed a womb relocation. Tom wondered when was the last time someone made him feel so needed.

- You smell amazing-  Oh my God, that hoarse, crooked voice had drawn a needy moan from Tom, who unconsciously squeezed his legs together, feeling his body lubricate for the act. - Omega... my... only mine- The alpha's guttural growl made the captain blush sharply.

   Their gazes met, as the distance slowly closed. The warmth welcomed them with open arms, the scent mingled, and their bodies touched. A kiss was what unleashed that hurricane of lust between them.

   Sarah devoured Tom's mouth, relentless and hard, fucking the inside with her tongue, twisting and sucking on its release. For his part, the omega moaned stiltedly, trying to breathe, which he couldn't. The alpha had made it clear, through her grunts and actions, that she was going to devour him, eat him, and Tom had accepted.

   The alpha grabbed the omega's hips, rubbing their pelvises together, causing them to separate with a shudder and a silent gasp. The simple action caused shivers and involuntary shudders between them. Lasky would be lying if he said he didn't like it or that he wasn't scared.

   He was terrified, but the sweetness of Sarah's caresses and fondling created a certain feeling of security, so small purrs escaped his throat, encouraging the alpha to continue, to satisfy her desire in him.

   A short walk led to the edge of the bed in the room. Along the way, they exchanged fierce, eager kisses. Sarah was no longer just attacking his mouth, but licking, sucking, and kissing his neck, while the alpha's hands stimulated his body. Her right hand grabbed his breast, groping and squeezing, stimulating his nipple. Her left hand gently massaged his entrance over his pants, which was slowly becoming lubricated. A longing moan escaped the omega's lips as he felt the alpha lick his gland.

   It felt raw, her slickness running considerably down his legs, wetting his pants. They felt tight, his uniform making his body uncomfortable, but Sarah grabbed the fabric at the rear and pulled them apart, eliciting a surprised gasp from Lasky.

   Everything was wild. Thomas felt Sarah insert two fingers inside him, massaging and stimulating his canal. The fingers made a delicious back-and-forth motion. The sound of wetness and sloshing made the unmodified human's face heat up. Never in his life had he been as wet as he was now.

   The kiss between them continued with tremendous force, a kiss filled with lust and repressed desire. Sarah's canines were licked by Tom, who with slow gasps encouraged the Spartan to continue, encouraged him to extinguish his fire with her body. The rubbing of their hips was a welcome relief.

   Sarah dropped Tom onto the mattress to reach for the zipper of the omega's uniform and remove the annoying piece of clothing. She was anxious; she could see it in her hands, which were trembling with longing and anticipation. Tom, seeing Sarah's anxiety, decided to calm her down a bit. He slowly took her hand and removed the zipper. Then he indicated to the alpha that he wanted to be on top, and she agreed without hesitation.

   Sarah turned, careful not to crush her delicious omega. Once Tom was seated on Sarah's hip, she timidly began to undress, first removing the top of her uniform and then removing her pants and torn underwear, leaving only the garters on her thighs that held up her shirt and stockings, providing an exquisite view for the Spartan.

   The alpha stared at him with desire and a thirst for flesh. The omega, for his part, took his time, provocatively and serenely lying on top of Sarah. They both gazed at each other, a silent conversation between them.

   Sarah brought her hand to Tom's face and, with a gentle caress, showed him all her love and devotion. The back of her hand delicately ran over Tom's cheekbone, then slowly drew it towards the alpha's mouth, while her free hand slipped between the omega's legs and began to stimulate him.

   The Spartan alpha's large fingers gently and skillfully caressed the Captain's inner folds, pressing softly, making him even wetter. The moans that came from Tom were swallowed by Sarah.

   The alpha looked down at the omega's legs, realizing he was close. She withdrew her fingers and slapped the omega's entrance a few times. The omega gasped in surprise, his legs shaking violently.

   The omega let out a gasp of ecstasy, his omega gland itching every time Sarah scraped her teeth against it, the urge to be bitten filling his most animal instincts. Tom felt his insides itching for more; feeling the kisses, bites, and sucks on his neck made it easy for him to cum without needing more.

   They separated for a moment, staring at the mess they had both made. Sarah was more than pleased to see Tom dripping onto her lap, trembling and wanting more, as he panted slowly while regulating his breathing, his unfocused eyes trying to break through the thick haze of lust. As much as she wanted to keep this moment in her thoughts, her penis had no mercy, she could feel the omega, rubbing their sexes together, something that made her unconscious, but fucking filled her with even more heat.

-I can't take it anymore, Sarah...- The pleading tone broke something inside the alpha, and without hesitation, she abruptly turned the omega onto the bed.

   A moan escaped Tom as he closed his eyes and felt his back suddenly hit the bed. He opened his eyes and met the alpha's fierce gaze, which seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. She looked at him, piercing his soul; something in that gaze left Tom silent.

   When Sarah looked away, Tom came back to reality. A thrust made his body twist, his lower back jumped off the bed, his head buried itself in the sheets, a silent gasp escaped his lips, and his eyes opened wide. A high-pitched beep was heard while small tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.

"Fuck!!" Tom thought, surprised, abruptly and quickly returning his gaze to his sex, watching in amazement as Sarah began to thrust at a moderate speed. The hips colliding echoed with a lustful sound.

   Lasky's eyes widened in shock. He could feel Sarah, how she opened inside him, how his member rubbed against the walls of her interior, how she stretched him, and how his insides sucked him in. It was a painful sensation, but also pleasurable. Feeling the full weight of the alpha pressing against him, but not crushing him. It made him feel full, complete, as if in such an advanced world, only his instincts served him. He loved how Sarah moaned and groaned in his ear, how her strong, calloused hands gripped his waist, how her mouth didn't hold back, leaving what he sensed were hickeys on his neck.

   He loved how their hips met with a vulgar and lustful splash, where the sound of the pounding and the water mingled into one. Lasky could tell he was now a full omega, that he was serving what he had been conceived for. It sounded somewhat sexist, but in Sarah's arms, he could let go of his hostility and surrender like a submissive and devoted omega.

   The thrusts increased in pace; it was as if the Spartan wanted to impregnate the captain's entire being, which made Tom feel a little afraid, since, being a normal human, he wondered if he could keep up with the rhythm of a modified alpha human. The alpha's sway was lethal and ruthless.

-Sarah...- Tom moaned in his whisper, his eyes wide as he jumped out of bed, trying uselessly to stop the alpha. It was a reflex since he was about to cum, but the Spartan was far from finished. -Please, Sarah...- he moaned in a whisper, but nothing worked.

   Tom silenced his moan with his hands, which scratched his cheeks, while he felt the incontinence and shivers enveloping his body. His insides were massaged by Sarah's member. Until it simply slipped out.

His lust-clouded eyes met Sarah's lost ones; he felt his mind slipping away.

His eyes felt tired.

And...

He faded away.

…
I didn't know how many days had passed.

   But one thing was clear: his body ached. It was only a few hours before he'd left Sarah's containment room. His abdomen hurt like hell, his legs felt heavy, and he was a little haggard from all the action he'd had in the room, but Palmer's pheromone levels had regulated, so mission accomplished.

All he wanted now was to take a damn bath and take birth control pills. He didn't want any unexpected surprises, and he didn't need maternity leave right now.

-I'm glad to see you well, sir- the worried voice of his faithful AI brought him out of his thoughts. -Honestly, I was about to command a group of Spartans after the second day.- Roland's confession brought a weak smile to his lips. -But I see you could handle that, and I think you can handle much more.- He didn't know what Roland meant, but he wasn't going to give it any thought. He just let it be.

-Roland, please call Dr. Chen to my room.- Lasky's request took the AI ​​by surprise, and without hesitation, he nodded and disappeared.
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It was a bit strange to look at that being who now believed itself to be God, judging everyone as if its word were law—seeing how, from mere loss of control, it stepped into madness in a single instant. To see how a being, once good and created for a “good” purpose, turned against its very creator and now, with an iron hand, destroys lives. How it draped itself in a mantle that doesn't belong to it—but, as a daughter born of Humanity, believes it has the right. And looking closely… perhaps it does.

But how many will have to suffer the consequences? It was a question that echoed deep within his soul. One didn’t need to be a scientist to realize that the base clone used to create such a powerful AI was infected with the desires and selfishness of its primary host. So it wasn’t surprising that she wanted to live too. After all, like every being, we are born to fight for our lives—we are survivors. And she wanted to survive her fate.

"I'm the same..." he heard her delicate voice. He didn’t know if she was trying to convince him or herself.

Her proud, blue eyes met his tired, brown ones, which looked at the AI with unhidden sadness. She frowned, annoyed—she didn’t need anyone’s pity. And yet, there they were: the captain of Humanity’s greatest flagship, now destroyed and in the AI's hands, with his soldiers slaughtered or scattered—looking at her with pity and sorrow, lips pressed tightly, as if he wanted to speak a million words but couldn’t say even one.

“I guess...” the man finally said softly, watching with sorrow as the projections displayed another installation dismantled by the Guardians. “I guess you were always yourself...”
That man wasn’t John, but even so, his words, though they said little, carried deep meaning.

There were still times when she asked herself why he was still there, with her, watching the world—no, the whole universe—being torn apart and rebuilt into what it was “meant” to be. He must stir something in her, because for some reason, she hadn’t killed him when his team breached the installation. When that would-be Spartan came within minutes of shutting her down.

They looked at each other—silent gazes that conveyed everything and nothing at once. The captain, his face tired yet calm. The AI, cold and merciless. They were two different worlds now. They were no longer comrades, not anymore.

Now, they were captor and prisoner.

It was a reality. Somehow, in such a short time, she had grown fond of the captain of the Infinity. Or perhaps it was just because Lasky had a past with John—a short past, where a young John had saved a young cadet Lasky. A past where the admiration she saw in this man made her hesitate before executing an order that would have eliminated her. And maybe, emotionally, she should feel grateful.

But she was an AI. Gratitude wasn’t part of her coding.

Still… she’d make an exception.

“Thank you...”
Lasky looked at Cortana in surprise as she approached him with confident steps.

Every step the AI took sent an invisible shiver through Lasky’s chest. Nothing escaped Cortana—she could sense the fear and uncertainty on the man's face, how he subtly clenched his fists in a clear sign of helplessness. He looked small—probably because of his height, which wasn’t even that small anymore. Face-to-face with Lasky, Cortana felt powerful. She leaned toward his ear, gripping his shoulders with phantom but firm hands. She knew he could feel them, despite their immaterial nature.

“Thank you for disobeying Captain Del Rio’s order” she whispered.

Lasky trembled.

When she pulled back to look at his face, she saw his eyes wide open in horror—fear and, above all, regret. It made her smile cruelly. She knew that for Captain Lasky, that was his greatest regret—not erasing her when he had the chance. She knew it was a burden of guilt he carried now. Seeing how he gripped his trembling hand, how he shuddered slightly, while rebellious tears slid down his soft cheekbones—Cortana just watched in silence, basking in the way he tried to muffle the sobs and gasps slipping through.

It was a sweet image—seeing a good man break in front of her. She knew she wanted to break him out of jealousy. Jealousy that John had looked at him, even just a glance. That John had spoken to him, even if just to give orders. That during all the time she was “dead,” it had been this man who tried to comfort John.

Phantom hands grabbed the broken captain’s face harshly. Cortana’s fingers dug into Lasky’s cheeks, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

“Without your cowardice, I wouldn’t be here—and there’d be no one to show infamous Humanity its sins.”
She realized she had injured Lasky—small threads of blood ran from his cheeks.

A sudden, inexplicable urge to taste that blood overwhelmed her. Violently, she let him go. Lasky fell to the ground, clutching his right cheek. Cortana expected a look of anger or fear—but all she saw was one full of pity and regret.

A gaze that infuriated her, that made her grit her teeth—teeth she didn’t even have. But her coding tricked her into believing she did. Just like it tricked her into feeling “gratitude” for this pitiful man. Furious, she disappeared, leaving him alone in Installation 07.

Lasky watched her go, lying on the floor. The AI’s few but lethal words had cut deep into his chest. They had seeped into his very being.

Because deep down… he knew it was true. Not only had the Chief condemned humanity—he himself had helped. He could only hope this would all be resolved. He could only hope the Chief could fix it. Because if he couldn’t...

He didn’t know who could.

He only hoped John would end all of this.

“Chief… please, end this already,” a silent plea escaped Lasky’s lips.

While the Chief’s resting body floated through space, waiting to be awakened.

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He opened his eyes slowly, somewhat heavily, and looked around. He was in his room. He recognized everything around him. He was dizzy and hot. He could tell he had a high fever that made him feel like everything around him was moving. His arms ached, as if someone had forcefully grabbed him. With some effort, he managed to raise his left hand and saw them. The marks of large, strong fingers left purple marks on his arms.

Al remembered, but they were blurry. As he tried to remember, he felt a tug on his right arm. He saw an IV connecting to his arm. He was dizzy, helpless, and had a deep urge to vomit. Although there was nothing in his abdomen, which was bothering him and burning from lack of food, he gently licked his lips and felt how dry they were, and his throat ached.

It took a moment and a breath to gather strength, strength enough to carefully push himself up and sit on the bed. He brought his missing hand to the IV and held his face. Like a movie, he remembered.

He remembered how John held him gently, how his arms wrapped around his body, how the warmth enveloped him, how he perceived a hint of the natural scent of that legendary Spartan. How he growled near his ear, wreaking havoc on his body, and how he squeezed his arm with his strong hands to prevent them from being separated. How he fought against those Spartans whose faces blurred.

He gasped in pain as he brought his hand right to his chest, as if a void had settled in his soul. Small tears of pain and abandonment ran down his cheeks, sobs of pain died in his throat. He wanted his alpha. They had taken his alpha. He longed for that hug that made him feel safe and loved. He knew it could be an illusion, but...

He missed John...

It took him two more days to return to his normal activities in Infinity as captain. Sarah had explained that she had informed the crew that he had come down with a severe flu, which had left him incapacitated for a week. Activities hadn't ceased since Sarah and the other commanders had done an excellent job together with Roland, so he was going to make sure he received his well-deserved reward for such excellent work. He smiled at this, although he was still depressed when he remembered Sarah's cold and prejudiced gaze.

He tried to fill his mind with work, as his instinct screamed and tore at his soul for that alpha who was no longer there. His heart cried with longing, but his reasoning rebuked him. If his mother were to find out, she would be the first to punish him, since he wasn't a child, he was an adult and now captain of the UNSC Infinity.

There was so much responsibility on his shoulders that it made them tense. Now he simply stared at the documents on his desk, signing each one, trying to get his mind wrapped around every damn detail of the damn paper. "Tks," he clicked his teeth as his eyes glazed over with tears that fell unbidden.

It fucking hurt. When had his body and mind decided that the Master Chief would be the perfect alpha for him? He knew what was at stake, and a relationship between them would be a time machine before the UNSC and ONI got their hands on what he longed for with all his being.

He threw the pen down in pure frustration, which slammed into the wall, leaving a mess of ink in its wake. He brought both hands to his face, trying to calm his nerves and anxiety. He could see her trembling, her body tensing, his teeth biting her lower lip, and the trickle of blood running down his chin, surely staining his uniform, but he cared little.

A clearing of the throat caught his attention, causing him to look up. A blank stare focused on Roland, who was looking at him sadly and comfortingly from his holographic panel. "Breathe, sir." Roland's soft voice anchored him, and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Inhale and exhale, slowly, sir." The AI's gentle voice calmed him and called him back to the present.

Without thinking, he began to breathe, slowly and gently as the spasms shook his body less violently. It lasted a few minutes until he heard Roland say, "That's it, sir." His now peaceful expression was still falling, but at least now he wasn't drowning in sobs that wanted to be screams. “He'll be back soon, sir. Just be patient.” With that delicate phrase, Roland left, leaving her with a sense of relief.

…

He felt like a caged animal, his systems working at full capacity to keep his body cool. He could feel his brothers' gazes fixed on the back of his neck, he could sense them looking at each other, hoping to respond to his aggressive behavior. He punched, shot, and ran with rage, something inside him tearing at him, and he hated that feeling.

Something had been snatched from his hands a month ago, he felt Rage, Anger, Rage, as if something deep asleep inside his being, risen up and like a hurricane wanted to sweep everything away. Like something inside him was asking to destroy everything, like it was asking to destroy for those who wouldn't save Cortana, for those who made him that, and for those who took away something that made him feel human.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. He looked down and saw the mountain of Kig-Yar and Grunt corpses beneath his feet, his breathing slowly normalizing until it became peaceful. He watched as Linda, Fred, and Kelly looked in his direction. He must have been no genius to know their stoic faces were now showing concern.

He said nothing and continued on with the mission as if nothing had happened, swallowing a growl that threatened to emerge from the depths of his throat. He was only a little while away from being recalled to Infinity, just a little longer.

…

He suppressed the instinct to run toward the hangar when Roland informed him he had arrived, that he had returned. He took a moment to breathe, his trembling lips exhaling air as his head rested on the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling.

He was using everything in him to keep those instincts from enveloping him again, biting his lips hard until they bled. He was going to let Sarah handle everything and keep his distance from that Spartan II who stole his breath at night, that man to whom he wanted to give his neck and carry his knot and, if possible, his offspring in his womb. He didn't know how, but the boss had changed him from within, had awakened what had been dormant for a long time.

And now he didn't know how to get his Omega, the one who calls out to the Alpha through tears and pain, back to sleep.

"It's so hard being an omega," he whispered to the air as he returned to his papers. He knew they would have to see each other face to face very soon. He had to be strong, since Sarah had done so much for him. He didn't want to let his efforts go down the drain.

…

Like a predator, he searched for Lasky, but couldn't find him. No matter how hard his gaze searched for him in the sea of scents and faces, there was no one with the elegant yet delicate demeanor of the captain of this ship. He let out a low growl that caught the attention of his brothers when he saw Commander Palmer approaching them, with the same poise and dignity of an alpha.

"Blue Team," she spoke solemnly, staring at him. "It's good to have you back." There was condescension, sarcasm, and a hint of anger in her voice. He could feel Fred, Kelly, and Linda, beside him, tense like ropes. A tense "Ma'am" came from their mouths as they introduced themselves to the commander, who asked them to rest.

The briefing was awkward. He didn't speak, he didn't look, he just stood as still as a statue while Fred explained how the mission went. He focused on the distant point behind the commander so as not to growl at her for smelling Captain Lasky's faint scent.
It felt like an eternity until they finally let him go, but not before saying, "Don't get comfortable, chief, you'll have to leave soon." He gritted his teeth and simply nodded. He headed to the S-Deck to remove his armor, which, more than ever, felt like a cage, more like an extension of himself.

He stopped in a hallway. When he saw him, Lasky was standing there. He looked a little tired, but he was still smiling at the soldier who was giving him a report. Something wasn't right about him, and as if he'd called him, their gazes met. His beautiful brown eyes widened, and like a thief, he walked in the opposite direction, avoiding him.

That hurt his heart. He let out a heavy sigh and decided to walk toward the Spartan Deck, letting everything happen, not noticing how his brothers in arms exchanged worried glances.

…

Night fell, but he couldn't sleep. Something tore at his heart. He could feel that the silence in the room, far from calming him, was making him think. He sat up, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake his brothers, careful not to let Linda hear him, since he knew she was a light sleeper.

And like a thread tugging at his chest, he walked through the clear corridors of Infinity, his footsteps echoing in his step, heavy as his heart. Something screamed, "I have to see him," and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the door of that cabin, closing his eyes, inhaling that scent that had no name, but brought peace.

That aroma that made him feel calm, made him feel human. His hand, with a life of its own, rested on the door, waiting for a response to all that behavior. What he didn't expect was for the door to open and the figure he had missed so much to look at him. Blue and brown met, Tom's pained gaze meeting John's afflicted gaze.

The developed soldier's hand gently touched the unenhanced captain's cheekbone in a gentle caress. John breathed when he saw Tom lean into his palm, closing his eyes, allowing himself to feel him. Something inside him said, "I'm here. I'm here with you." When Lasky looked at him, he could see, despite the darkness, how they filled with tears and a grimace of resignation formed on his lips.

"Hello, chief" was the first thing that came out of the omega's lips. John felt a Deja vu, as if Cortana and Tom had merged. "I was told it was a very peaceful mission." Hearing him speak normally calmed his heart. He only saw how he stepped aside and let him pass.

He hadn't said anything, but it seemed like he didn't care whether he spoke or not. When he entered a growl left his lips leaving Tom still as a statue, he remembered how they had taken his omega from him, he had remembered with his insides roaring in anger and pain.

He regretted growling when he saw that Tom didn't move an inch, just stood there. John walked slowly and placed his hands on the omega's shoulders, making his hair stand on end. He leaned on his right shoulder, inhaling that sweet scent that drives him crazy, gently squeezing those shoulders as his gaze lifted and focused on the patches Tom had.

"You don't need this, sir." He felt very talkative as he removed the omega's scent-suppressing patches one by one, watching as the omega hissed slightly from the tugging on his skin. When he removed them, he could clearly smell the scent that haunted him in his dreams. He buried his nose in that delicate neck. Tom felt his heart beating a mile a minute. He never thought the chief would adore his scent. But there they were, Tomas slowly relaxing, and the boss nuzzling his nose against Tom's neck with affection and reassurance.

Allowing himself to be human, allowing himself to feel the softness of Tom's neck, seeing how there was a spot on Lasky's neck that was red and swollen, making his teeth itch, saliva pooling in his mouth. He gave an experimental lick, causing a small gasp to form.

Something about that lick felt so natural, that without hesitation, he repeated it again and again, now wrapping his arms around Lasky, his right arm around his shoulders while his left arm wrapped around his waist. Every time he licked that sensitive spot, Tomas tried to silence the small sounds that escaped his lips, and he even saw Lasky bring a hand to his mouth as he scraped that spot with his teeth.

Then, the room became sweet. He could see Lasky squeezing his legs together while his free hand pulled his shirt down. He was trembling like a leaf. The chief's hand dared to explore inside Tom's shirt. Feeling the scarred hip, not like his, but there were scars, he moved his hand up little by little until he reached a small, full breast that barely filled his hand but felt soft and squishy to the touch.

"Ahh!" the omega moaned loudly as his fingers clamped around her sensitive nipple. It was a glorious sound, and he dared to continue probing. He didn't know what he was doing, but it seemed like something Lasky liked, and she twitched in his arms when he pulled the nipple outward, the moan coming out loud.

His other hand ventured inside Tom's pants, surprised to feel the stickiness there. As Lasky contracted even more when he gently brushed against his pelvic area, as his hands gripped his arm, which only squeezed it, he could feel his hand filling with more liquid oozing from Tom's legs.

"Chi-chief, not there~" Tom contracted brutally when he felt the chief's index and middle fingers push into her vagina. He opened his eyes wide, feeling so full. "Ahhh~" A silent gasp died on his lips as the chief delicately moved his fingers, in and out.

John glanced at Tom, watching her legs close between his hands. That didn't stop the back and forth motion from stopping. He saw Lasky clutching his spleen and his own shirt. He saw his other hand gently stretching the peachy bud on his chest. He saw Lasky's neck becoming increasingly tempting, and something pressing against the bottom of his sleep pants.

He continued at a steady pace until he decided to massage the small nub he'd been feeling for a while, causing Lasky to let out a loud moan, abruptly trembling, his legs giving way as more stickiness oozed out of his core. The chief picked him up and gently laid him down on the bed, staring at him, his gaze lost.

His eyes were glassy, his gaze seemed distant, his body shook slightly as his legs pressed together. Now he could see that the nipple that was bothering him was red and erect, the scent deepening and becoming even sweeter and more enticing. The chief's eyes shone at the sight. He didn't know how he'd done it; he only knew the voice in his head was telling him it was okay, or that he could hurt Lasky.

Lasky was in a haze, trying to return to reality, but John wouldn't let him when he felt the Spartan get between his legs, kissing his unflowered rose, clinging to his genitals with his lips, delicately licking her folds while gently giving her oral, gently holding her hips to keep them still in place, only occasionally feeling light, calculated squeezes from the Spartan.

He had no idea who had taught John this, but he was doing it like a champ. Hell, he'd never had an alpha before, but for his first experience, he was touching the universe. Every caress, every kiss, and every display of affection from the chief made him see and touch the stars. He gently squeezed John's shirt, stifling a moan as she felt him insert his tongue into her hole and move it as if he wanted to extract something, as he marked each fold inside her. When he heard the "plop", he realized that the chief had separated her legs and now they were staring at each other. He blushed when he saw how his fluids were smeared in the chief's mouth, and he simply tasted them with his tongue running over his lips.

The chief's gaze went to his lips and they kissed, a very sloppy one where he felt the alpha Spartan devour her while he clung to her body, feeling something hard and rubbing against her pelvis, causing more moans to come out, as that hardness viciously rubbed against his small member, which the chief caught and silenced with his tongue.

When they break from the kiss, a dazed Lasky reaches for the Chief's pants and desperately pulls them off, revealing a monstrous, veiny cock that made the little captain drool. Just one look from Lasky was enough for the Chief to understand, and he lay back on the bed, letting the omega on all fours feel his member.

John shuddered and groaned as Tom sucked the tip, then licked the shaft, and so Tom began a clumsy oral job that made the Chief see stars. The Chief's grunts and gasps made Lasky clench his legs together, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Chief, who grabbed Lasky's hips and, in a 69, admired Thomas's dripping wetness.

“Ahh~…John~…” he moaned, releasing the chief’s member when he felt a gentle lick on his folds. He put some effort into his work, giving it his best shot, although the chief was doing an excellent job of making a mess of it.

John thrust into Tom’s mouth when he felt he was about to cum, causing the omega to choke a little on the Spartan’s precum. John moaned in ecstasy as he felt Tom squeeze his member. This prevented any growth, as he felt very close. “Not yet, chief.”

He felt Lasky climb onto his lap, staring at him. He could feel the omega lubricating his member with her juices, in a friction motion that made him raise his head while the veins in his neck bulged. Tom took John’s member and pumped it a little. He hadn’t known he was a lustful person until that moment. Then he positioned himself and, in one fell swoop, inserted that monstrous cock inside himself.

Both of them bristled, tears of ecstasy running down Lasky's cheekbones as she contracted, clutching her belly and letting herself fall onto John's chest. John, by inertia, hugged the omega, his right arm cradling his hip while his left cradled Tom's head. In Tom's head, only John's powerful heartbeat could be heard.

He felt full. Hugging his belly, he could feel the Chief making small movements that left the captain breathless. "Slow down~" Thomas moaned breathily, not daring to look at John. "I know," he heard in a whisper, while the alpha didn't miss the opportunity and gave small, gentle thrusts.

Thomas bit his lip from his position, feeling John maintain a constant rhythm with his thrusts. He felt his member brush against everything inside him, how sometimes the veins brushed against certain parts that made him moan. "Ugh~f," Lasky let out, as slow thrusts made the Chief's member collide with her uterus. He could feel it, how every time it touched his vaginal wall and brushed against his cervix, a shiver ran through his body, taking his breath away.

John made Thom sit up, now staring at each other, something flicked between them like a switch. John's hands gently massaged Lasky's hips, then squeezed them. In response, a "John~...n-no~" fell from the omega's lips as his head fell forward. Thom's shirt was removed by the chief , and as if cast under a spell, he watched in surprise and admiration as Lasky rode him, his hands anchored to his defined abdomen, his lips biting as his eyes closed tightly, then opened again with tears running down his cheeks.

Now the omega's chest was in full view of the alpha. And as one called John sat up, he only took a nipple into his mouth, causing a muffled moan from the omega to escape his lips as his head lifted. John savored how sweet, soft, and inviting Lasky's breast was, how his lips gave no respite from the omega's peach buds.
And as if something had triggered Lasky, he came, trembling violently, leaving the chief stunned.

But John wasn't finished. He felt his pelvis contract, but it was as if his body was begging for a push. He felt something swell at the base of his member, the same sensation Lasky had previously stopped. That called for him to be squeezed urgently.

Thomas, for his part, shook his head, as the chief was riding his post-climax. He could feel his entrance widening to receive what he sensed was the Spartan's knot. Large and hard, it made a sloshing sound, very lustful and sticky. The boss growled, raising his head, the growl making Lasky shiver as the knot settled inside him.

The omega's face was a poem, eyes wide open looking at the Spartan, mouth on O as he felt a hot, intense, and heavy release of semen bathe the walls of his insides. John let out a shaky sigh as he felt Lasky's insides milk him for every last drop. It was an ecstasy that greeted the omega heavily as he fell into his arms.

Satisfied as ever, he gently embraced Lasky's hips, appreciating their softness, loving how his hand massaged the omega's muscles, how he trembled from the post-orgasm, how he panted heavily, trying to control his breathing, but nothing worked, as he felt those sweet, plump legs trembling.

He could feel Lasky's arms curling up and resting on his chest. It seemed he didn't dare look at him, as he shrank even more into his chest. They both stayed like that, saying nothing, letting the climax subside and their reasoning begin to awaken within the haze of lust.

Neither of them said a word; they felt tired and sleepy. But far from that, they felt whole; finally, two distant halves were reunited. Tom looked at him from the comfort of the Spartan's chest. John returns the look, a look that for the first time in a long time feels alive. He feels something inside him calm.

His desire is sated and his anger fades. Lasky's scent comforts him, but above all, it makes him feel safe, something he definitely wants to call home.

Tom clasps his hands together. "I guess we have to wait," the omega's soft voice is heard, referring to the knot needing to come down. He looks at his hands with satisfaction, while the chief gives him an "uh-huh," agreeing, plain and simple. Tom chuckles softly as they lean against John, trying to inhale and memorize that Spartan's natural, manly, now.

"Let's get some sleep, then you can go if you want." Lasky's tiredness was evident in his voice, as he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. The chief, in the intimacy of the moment, gently caressed the omega's cheekbones, delighting in how little by little he was letting go of his now, how perfectly he fit in his arms. He was grateful that the dominant, wild voice inside him was falling asleep.

…

The next morning, everything was as it should be. Tom felt sad when John had disappeared in the early hours, but not before making sure that the omega was left clean and without a trace of what they had done in the darkness of the captain's room.

Later, on the S-deck, Sarah watched as Tom blushed, as if remembering something that made him tremble. She could sense what it was by perceiving the subtle, almost nonexistent scent of a certain lucky Spartan from hell. She growled softly, not out of jealousy but out of protectiveness, but if the two of them had mated, there was nothing she could do but simply take care of Tom while her stoic alpha was away.

"Tom..." she called, as she would normally call the captain of the Infinity. He looked at her curiously, not expecting Sarah to hug him in front of everyone and start rubbing against him. All the crew members passing by were surprised or curious to see the Spartan commander's territorial act.

"What the heck, Sarah?" Lasky whispered, a little surprised and annoyed, but feeling her place her two heavy hands on his shoulders and look at him with her inquisitive gaze made him feel nervous and exposed.

"You stink of alpha" he says with a seriousness that was scary, Lasky only remained silent for a few seconds, then hugged her and rubbed against her, then separated and also put his hands on her shoulders, making a somewhat comical and strange look for what happened. "Do I still stink?" He asked fearfully, and she shook her head.

In the distance, four Spartans could be seen watching the scene. Many found it comical, others curious and confusing, but for one of them, it was a sign of defiance. It was John. His instincts roared, and if he didn't, he'd stop. He was about to leap at the Alpha Commander. But only a sweet, gentle look from the Omega made him stop.

The truth was, he was going crazy; he hadn't been trained for this.

What if he visited Halsey...?

Bonus:

Tom is feeling stars while John inside is doing wonders. Lasky wonders how the chief can do that.
Meanwhile, in the chief's conscience.

chief Instinct: Now kiss him nicely there, otherwise he won't get aroused later.
chief: How do you know this?
chief Instinct: I don't know, I only know when he enjoys it and likes it... believe me, if you keep this up, we can have a whelp.
chief: What the heck is a whelp?