Can I Have a Lick?

[A handsome-looking, unlucky top × a straightforward, sweet (maybe) bottom]

[Fig-scented Alpha × sunflower-seed-scented Omega]

Lavi has a rare congenital condition. His tongue and nose are practically useless: he can't taste or smell, making him a defective Omega. He thought he'd spend his whole life that way, but then a virus outbreak brought about the apocalypse. His heat cycle went haywire, and he couldn't evacuate in time, leaving him alone on the snowy wasteland.

On the tenth day after the outbreak, Lavi was out searching for supplies when he found Igo, whose plane had crashed. The man was badly injured and covered in blood. The heavy stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder was enough to knock someone out.

But all Lavi could smell was the Alpha pheromones in the blood.

Fragrant, intoxicating, and mouthwatering.

It was the only scent he could smell, so... Lavi didn't want to let go. He carried the man back to the shelter, nursed him carefully, and stayed by his side.

But before long, Lavi realized something was wrong with him. Why had he developed an appetite for Igo?

Even at night, he could feel an unbearable burning in his stomach, the flames devouring every bit of his reason.

When he came to, he had a strip of the man's dried-blood-stained bandage in his mouth, savoring it noisily.

Lavi: Wait, am I still human?

Lavi was Igo's ideal type: an Omega, sweet, and obedient. If only he didn't sneak over every night to suck on Igo's gland, he would have been perfect.

Igo knew what Lavi did to him late at night. The boy would perch by his bed and sniff his gland like a little dog, sometimes even giving it a restrained lick.

He should have sat up and pushed him away, but his illness made him endure it in silence. Eventually... he even got used to the seemingly teasing contact.

On the boundless snowy wasteland, two lonely souls fell in love as naturally as could be.

Until the night before the blizzard, when a brown bear clawed Igo's arm, filling the entire room with the smell of blood...

The boy's eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dark. The Omega approached the sleeping Alpha, the sound of his shackles echoing through the night.

Igo woke with a start from the pain. The boy, heedless of everything, had bitten through the stitches and was licking his wound obsessively.

He whispered, "Tafli..."

Lavi came to his senses as too much fluid went down the wrong pipe. He coughed, then desperately clawed at his throat as if trying to vomit up his stomach. His thin body looked like a machine breaking down.

Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. Eyes closed, hands clasped together, the boy looked like a believer confessing before a deity.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Igo's gaze was deep and unfathomable. He bit his own lip, and his fig pheromones swept over Lavi once more.

"I welcome it with open arms."

[Reader's Guide]

1. The couple are each other's only partners, physically and emotionally.

2. It's an illness and it can be treated. There is a body-fluid-is-delicious setting. (Ahem.)

3. There are negative depictions of pregnancy later on.

4. This is a product of a random idea. Don't overthink it.

Theme: Overcoming instinct.