(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 21: The crazy ex-girlfriend

Chapter 21: The crazy ex-girlfriend

"Sir? Are you alright?" Both of them froze at the voice. Andrew did not recognise it, but Maxwell did. Andrew watched as Maxwell went white.

"Stay in the living room!" He shouted, sitting up in Andrew’s lap, and he groaned. He took the loss of Maxwell’s heat personally. Maxwell was quickly, but safely, trying to get off of Andrew, but when he put his foot down on the ground, his knees gave out. Andrew caught him, holding him upright as Maxwell’s face flushed.

"Max, are you okay?" Maxwell didn’t have a chance to answer when the voice from before yelled again, but slightly closer, clearer.

"Are you alright? Are you injured? Have things taken a turn since we spoke?" Maxwell chuckled, glancing at Andrew’s still erect cock standing proud between them, the condom full.

"They’ve taken a turn, but not negatively. Andrew has remained sane, surprisingly." Andrew cleared his throat.

"Maxwell and I will be out shortly. I won’t jump him in the five minutes it’ll take us to get dressed." There was silence on the other side of the wall, and Maxwell took this time to gain the strength back in his legs. When he was able to stand on his own, he took Andrew’s hand, who was still without his glasses, and led him to the bathroom to clean up again.

Neither of them had waited for a response from the assistant and Doctor.

It was after Maxwell had tenderly taken off the condom on Andrew’s cock and cleaned him up that the man chuckled again.

"Well, I certainly didn’t expect you to fuck me until I was legless." He muttered quietly, and Andrew wondered if the people outside were alphas and omegas. Andrew sniffed.

"Well, if I had more time, I would have-" he cut himself off, raising his head as he felt Maxwell’s gaze on him. He could feel his cheeks heating.

"If you had more time, what? You would have fucked me until I couldn’t walk? Until I couldn’t breathe? What, Andrew?" Maxwell’s tone was light, teasing, but held a hint of a threat. Andrew cleared his throat.

"I-I was just going to say, until we were both satisfied." He murmured, not wanting to see Maxwell’s expression. He didn’t get a choice, when the younger man used his surprisingly strong grip to grab his face and yank it down until he could see every detail. His blue eyes sparkled.

"Andrew, until we are both satisfied? Do you know how long ruts last?" Andrew shook his head, lost in those pretty blue eyes before him. Maxwell’s lips turned up slightly. He released Andrew and turned, taking his hand in his. "Days. They can last for up to a week." Andrew’s steps stuttered as Maxwell led him to what he assumed was a closet? He could only tell by the rustling of fabric and the sound of coat hangers sliding.

"I-I-"

"Now, without prior notice, I can’t take that kind of time off without others asking questions, especially when my own heat wasn’t too long ago. Understood?" Andrew ducked his head, feeling properly put into his place for some reason.

"I understand." He muttered, and was gifted a gentle pat from Maxwell.

"Good. I have some underwear and shorts for you to wear. I don’t know if the shorts will fit or if the underwear even will. But give it a try. There is a shelf in front of you if you need it for balance." Maxwell told him, leaving his side to find something for him to wear.

Andrew, determined not to need the shelf, bent down, and slowly stepped into the underwear he’d been given. Andrew only knew it was underwear by texture, and they fit rather snugly.

"Uh, who are these underwear normally supposed to fit?" Andrew asked, not even concerned Maxwell had a lover. Maxwell wasn’t the kind of person to sleep with another if he was with someone. He also wouldn’t have asked Andrew in the first place to pretend to be his lover.

"My brothers. Why? Are they too big?" Andrew assumed Maxwell had his back to him, as he fell silent as he looked at Andrew. "I see. Well, don’t even try the shorts then. They’ll have to be willing to see you in that. I’ll get you a blanket to cover your modesty." Maxwell’s words were sincere, but for some reason, Andrew thought he might be telling a small fib. Or making fun of him.

Andrew sighed, closing his eyes and checking in with himself.

He didn’t feel as if he was in a fog anymore, or it wasn’t as bad as before. He could think. His body still felt hot, and he was still hard as a rock, but he felt he could think. It helped that he never, ever, wanted to let whatever he’d become take over his whole body. That was a pulse beneath his skin, a truth that he’d had since he was young. He shared a lot of things in common with his father, he hated that this was a new one.

He would have been happier if he had become an omega. At least then he would have more than just his mother’s eyes.

Andrew’s body still felt foreign to him, and it didn’t help that he couldn’t see his surroundings. He knew what his body was supposed to look like and supposed to feel like, but without being able to see himself, he felt like he was a monster in the making.

Hell, it wasn’t in the making anymore, he was made, and he’d run away from his creators. No doubt they were going to come searching for him, he just hoped he didn’t cause too much of a problem for Maxwell.

"Alright, I’m all dressed. Are you ready? They’re probably going to ask you some very invasive questions. You can trust them. My assistant wouldn’t bring in a Doctor that couldn’t keep their mouth shut. As for my assistant...if they can’t keep their mouth shut, I’ll deal with them." Maxwell’s tone was serious, and Andrew felt himself chuckle. He really, really appreciated the lengths he was willing to go for him.

It was...nice. It was nice having someone care about him again like this.

Maxwell took his hand in his, after grabbing what looked like a giant, soft square, and led him into the living room. Once Andrew was in a space he was more familiar with, he felt like he gained back some of his confidence. He was able to sit down without Maxwell’s assistance, and thankfully Maxwell sat down near him. Maxwell made sure to cover his lap, even though he was sure everyone knew what was going on. The two forms in front of him were still quite blurry, until a hand? Was thrust towards him.

"Take these. I took the liberty of breaking into your home to grab your spare pair. I would have gotten you a proper prescription, but we were in a rush." It was the voice that had spoken before, and Andrew took it to be the assistant. They were male, and had a similar frame to Maxwell, so they were either a beta, or an omega. He hoped that if he was an omega, he wasn’t causing him a hard time.

Patting the hand once he’d reached for it, Andrew found a familiar pair of glasses, and sighed. They weren’t his current prescription, but they weren’t an awful amount off. He’d be able to see better than he currently was.

It was night and day, and Andrew felt his shoulders relax. The first person he looked at was Maxwell, and he scanned him to make sure that he was alright. Raising his hand, he gently touched the man’s face, and watched as Maxwell’s ears turned red.

"You look okay. I’m glad. It’s nice to be able to actually see you." Maxwell snorted, pushing his hand away.

"You aren’t that blind, are you?" Andrew grinned, and turned his attention to the other two men in the room.

The assistant was like he assumed, a smaller man, similar to Maxwell’s build, with soft, brown hair and hazel eyes. A splatter of freckles across their nose, along with a pair of glasses big enough to hide most of his features. Or at least he was trying.

The second guy wasn’t in anything obviously Doctor-like. He was wearing a thick, cable knit sweater in beige, and a pair of jeans. He had a few bags at his feet, but Andrew had no idea what they were for. When he met the man’s gaze, it was clear that he was staring at him. It wasn’t hostile, but there was something to it. Had he seen him before? His dark hair, and dark skin did seem familiar. Where had he...?

"Michael? Michael Smith?" Andrew asked, and a smile broke across his face as recognition lit behind his brown eyes.

"Ah! So it is you. Andy Knox. My god, it’s been years." Michael held out a hand, and the two shook on it. Maxwell was clearly confused, along with the assistant.

"How have you been, man? I see you finished school. Did those punks give you any more trouble?" Andrew asked and Michael laughed.

"Nah. After you had a word with them, things calmed down. Thanks for having my back. Fuck, it’s been ages. I wish those who dropped out were able to come to reunions. Everyone really missed you when you left. Understandable, but it still sucks man." Andy’s chest didn’t throb when he was reminded, and instead he gave a soft chuckle.

"Well, now that we know we each exist, maybe next time there is a reunion, you just let me know, and I’ll come crash it." They laughed, before Michael’s face became serious.

"On a different note, what the fuck happened? I know you were a beta, you aren’t the type to lie." He glanced over Andrew’s chest and at his feet and sighed. "Fuck. We need to clean his feet first. Do you mind passing me that first bag, next to you Mr. Newman?" Mr. Newman, the assistant, did as he was told and Michael picked up Andrew’s feet. He glanced at the coffee table, before shrugging his shoulders, and yanking it closer, putting Andrew’s feet on the table instead of the couch.

"I didn’t know you two would know each other." Maxwell said, and Andrew could tell there was something wrong with that statement. Michael, however, didn’t know Maxwell well enough, and chuckled.

"Andy and I went to Harvard together. Don’t worry, Mr. Beckett. I would never rat out someone who helped me." Andrew glanced behind him, noticing that Maxwell’s shoulder’s had tensed, and he was glaring at his assistant.

"Max, it’s really okay. I’m more comfortable that it’s someone I know, especially Michael. He was great when I went to school with him. One of the top kids." Michael snorted as he went to work cleaning Andrew’s feet, even as Andrew winced at the alcohol touching his wounds to disinfect them.

"That is not comforting coming from the man that all of the higher ups were swooning over. They would have bent at the knee if you had asked." Andrew laughed, knowing damn well why they had all been so cautious of him. It was one of the reasons he’d left. He could have completed his program at Harvard, but he wanted to get out from under his thumb.

"That’s only because I was a scholarship student." Michael gave Andrew a look, but said nothing.

"Do you have any rut suppressors?" Maxwell asked, and Michael nodded.

"I do, Mr. Beckett. But, it would be better for me to handle this small wound first, since you already took the preliminary step to deal with it. I also have contraceptives if you need them as well." Andrew knew his face was red, but had a feeling that Maxwell was stoic.

"We had enough sense to use protection." Michael seemed shocked to hear that. He paused.

"You had a new, baby alpha in a rut and were able to use protection? I have so many questions, but I’ll wait." Michael muttered, focused on the task at hand. Maxwell gestured to his assistant, and the two of them left the men alone. Andrew could feel Michael’s gaze on him, and chuckling, he nodded.

"Go ahead. Ask it."

"How the fuck did you end up with Maxwell Beckett, Andy? I thought you hated the rich older families." No, he didn’t hate all of them. Just his own.

"Maxwell and I are neighbours." Andrew stated, as if that made perfect sense. "The apartment building next door is where I live. When Maxwell moved in, I welcomed him into the neighbourhood, and we’ve been thick as thieves since." Michael shook his head, clearly surprised.

"Well, good for you then. Did...how you end up like this have anything to do with him?" He asked tentatively, and Andrew grew silent. The smile fell from his face, and Michael felt like he’d stepped on a landmine.

"No. This had nothing to do with Maxwell, and everything to do with me." Andrew sighed, turning his gaze towards the ceiling. "I apparently was dating a fucking crazy person." Michael’s hands paused for a moment.

"The person you were dating did this to you?" He asked, a dark, awful expression on his face. Andrew gave him a tight smile.

"Well, we’d broken up the day before she kidnapped me, but yes. She said she wanted to ’make me perfect’." Michael’s disgust was clear on his face.

"Fuck that bitch then. If this is what she considers ’perfect’ I think I need to re educate her in the basics of human fucking decency." Andrew laughed.

"Thanks Michael, but I hope you don’t meet her. She’s...unhinged, to put it nicely." He snorted. "You also probably wouldn’t like her scent. She smells like rotten garbage." Michael nearly choked, before looking up to meet the grinning, award winning smile of the best beta he’d ever known, forcibly changed because of an ex-girlfriend. There was nothing he could see this man doing that would warrant that kind of behavior.