That Time of the Year

[Draconian]

[ Niiiix! ]

It felt like a burning in the middle of his gut. The never ending pull at his spine and the heat that clawed at his spine. Beauregard couldn't keep his ears up. Couldn't keep his tail from twitching. Sometimes, once every few years when things were stressful and he wasn't paying attention to himself his... Season... Blind sided him. It was short notice. He knew it was. Still, it was an emergency sort of reason and he squeezed the papers in his hand and did his best to breathe through his mouth.

Beauregard was disgusted with himself when a younger woman walked past him. Practically salivating like some gross pervert. A deep breath. All would be fine.

Just had to submit the proper papers and then hide in his apartment for a week or two until it ended. Before he'd have known. Should have known.

One push into the office to request the time off, mouth open to breathe.

"Sir?" He said softly, his voice a deep rumble. Beauregard was dressed in uniform, he had one last lesson in him before it hit full force. Sort of.  Maybe. From far away. "I've ... Come down with..." How to word this? Beau took a few steps into the office and pushed his braid over his shoulder, ears twitching, tail twitching. His pupils were wide circles instead of their usual slits.

"I've found myself in a bit of an emergency and I need to request..." Beau stared, eyebrows up. Deep breath. "Uh... Request." A tilt of his head and Beau put the papers down on the table, hands flat, leaning over, "Sir," He cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" Was he okay? Beau did his best to keep himself... Calm. Mostly. Ailill had always smelled good. Now though. Beau kept his mouth open because he was about to pounce. Which would be rude. Really rude.

But really good.

[Nix]

Trying to get the ATC back in proper administrative order was a daunting task. Especially given his own load as a teacher, though a Stage 5 Candidate who was working as a teaching assistant stepped in largely on that part.

Still. Running the ATC in Roman's absence; it wasn't easy. And he hated doing it. He hated sitting in Roman's office. At Roman's desk. It felt wrong. That and well... everything else hitting the fan.

There was his father trying to 'help out' administratively just to get close to him, his mother trying to set him up with some woman who would no doubt provide Cameron with a Precog grandchild, still handling the aftermath of the Pilot Cnyte incident- and now Jon.

To be quite honest he didn't know Pilot Luminas and could not care if she was summoned to the Inquiry 17 times in one month. When he heard about Jon though his stomach dropped. He wondered if Simone knew the truth. His sibling had yet to contact him since Pilot Cardinal Rheeves' suspension, he only found out about it because a memo stating Jon was temporarily banned from the ATC as part of his suspension, crossed his desk. Well, his desk that was Roman's.

He wished he had never started giving Jon those pills. He had never thought it would end up like this. Jon deserved to be happy was all, and if Ailill wasn't going to take the pills... He just wanted someone to benefit from them.

The stress was causing his hormones to run wild and all the tea in Aedolis couldn't fix that.

When Beauregard entered the office Ailill was slumped over the desk, sorting through messages and ignoring any that were not professionally oriented, regardless of the sender. Which meant ignoring plenty from his parents and even some from Gerard. He looked up at the stammering instructor, who was not exactly on the short list of people he wanted to see right now, especially given the stress he was under and the toll it was taking on him physically.

His incubus and fae blood cursed him with dewy softly flushed skin when under duress instead of looking pale and sickly. His body wanted to nurture itself by having sex and therefore certain chemicals were released in order to make that come to fruition. Which was exactly what Ailill wanted to avoid. And now Beauregard was here- great. One of the ones more susceptible to such things.

"I'm fine." He lied simply, sitting up in Roman's chair. He just needed to handle this quickly and get Beauregard out. "You have an urgent request?"

[Draconian]

Every molecule of his being focussed in on Ailill.

Were those words? He was saying words. Beauregard's ears alternated between being upright and being pinned down and his pupils were blown wide. It sounded like water and his entire being was focussed on the little morsel on the desk.

Looking tired. Weary. And so delicious.

Beauregard's breath hitched and his hand fisted on the paper before he breathed in and then out. "Urgent?" He breathed, licking his teeth, trying to break himself out of his stupor with his sharp teeth. No. "Yes." Beauregard moved quickly, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

Ailill didn't get much of a chance to protest before Beauregard had him out of the chair and pressed against the desk. Setting himself between Ailills legs and grinding himself against the smaller man. This was terribly out of character for Beauregard who was usually stoic and steadfast. A poster child for self restraint.

A heated moan was all Beau could get out before he licked one of Ailill's little nubby horns. Nose pressed against hair, Beauregard trembled with restraint. "It's urgent that you know you have five seconds before I make a mess of your papers and take you on the desk."  A trembling sigh, "and that my season is starting and I need to take a week off or so." Another deep breath and another surge of heat climbed up his spine.

[Nix]

Ailill really should have seen this coming. If he hadn't been so stressed he would have seen the signs from a mile away. Smelled them. He would have been out the door as soon as Beauregard entered. That would have been smart. But his own hormones clouded his judgement and-

His body needed this.

As much as his mind was screaming at him. As much as he wanted to push Beauregard away. But that wasn't what his hands were doing. They were gripping the drill instructor's shoulders tight and holding him close. He was making soft noises he didn't know he could make.. he was-

He wanted this.

"It's Roman's desk.. we can't.." He said softly as he gave into his own hormones for the first time in years, trembling as his horn was licked. He kissed Beauregard's neck softly, sucking on it gently. Part of his mind was screaming that he would regret this later, but his body and mind were so fatigued. This would fix it. At least for now.