On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Bumpy.

It was the only thing Randall felt when he came to his senses again.The blond agent blinked slowly, and it took a few seconds for him to focus his eyes slowly and figure out the situation.

He was lying on Bruce's back, surrounded by pitch black night.

"Sir..." Randall said, only to realize how dry his voice was.

Bruce slowed down a little, he was still walking, the man's back was broad but hard, the blonde agent moved restlessly: "Where are we?"

Bruce's voice was flat: "Outside the cell, it's obvious." Randall heard his officer take a deep breath to smooth his voice: "Specifically, the latitude and longitude in the northern mountainous area of ​​District I need me to report to you James?"

Randall laughed "haha", he licked his dry and chapped lips, "I'm awake, please put me down."

Bruce stopped.Randall slid off his officer's back and got his footing on the ground.Bruce turned around, brown eyes staring at him.The blond agent shrugged. "I'm sober now, Bruce." He casually replaced the "sir" he had just blurted out with the only recently allowed title.

It was a rainy night with no moonlight, but the air was still fresh. Bruce’s eyes flicked across Randall’s face. The blond agent looked sane. Except for the abnormal flush on his face, everything else seemed to be clear. all good. "Then follow up." He said, and then walked forward.

The blond agent grinned behind Bruce, then followed his officer.

Randall didn't say much, didn't ask much.For example, how did Bruce get away from those guns and guards, how did he trek through the pitted and roadless mountains with him on his back, how did he walk in this dark night to a place where he didn't know how many degrees of north latitude, or, why They are still together.

He should know, from the moment Bruce unscrupulously released a mountain-like aura of coercion in that encirclement.Randall blinked to prevent himself from tripping over a rock under his feet—he was just surprised.

"You're indispensable," said his officer, and Randall thought he shouldn't take that as a joke.

Bruce in front stopped, and Randall walked up, his eyes widened a little exaggeratedly, a log cabin was not far in front of them.

"Oh, Bruce, tell me this isn't my hallucination."

The corners of the black-haired man's lips raised an imperceptible arc, "No." Randall was next to him, and Bruce could almost feel the temperature from the agent, and Randall's raised tone was a little excited. Meaning, this inexplicably made the senior officer of CIA a little bit happy.

He didn't even think about why.

Randall smiled brightly, "So it's luck?" He rubbed his hands, the blond agent looked like a big boy who found something good while hunting in the mountains with his father, his blue eyes sparkled shine.His chief looked ahead, and from Randall's direction, he could see the angular profile of the black-haired man. In the darkness, he could still see a bit of the usual paleness, but the outline was hard and beautiful.His chief seemed to smile, and Randall didn't want to question his findings. He saw the dark-haired man's less-tight jaw and softened lines. The agent kept a smile on his face, and his eyes lingered for a second.

Bruce was noncommittal about the "luck" of the blond agent, and he motioned Randall to go in with him. ——A house, which means that they can get a little rest during this not very leisurely "journey", and also means that there is a temporary safe place to use—

"At least it can keep you away from your enemies when you are in heat."

Bruce said, closing the creaking door of the cabin.Randall, who was looking around like a curious baby in the wooden house, froze in embarrassment. He stopped his movements and looked at Bruce.

"I've got myself under control, Bruce."

The black-haired man stood at the door with a look of disapproval in his eyes: "You are unstable like a bomb that will explode at any time, James. Your own body should be clearer than mine."

Randall's blue eyes rolled, he suddenly smiled, and said: "Well, I admit, I take too much cement, and sometimes I can't control the estrus." The blond agent was blunt, It's as if the cement addiction he's talking about is kids who can't wean themselves off candy and finally admit their cavities to adults.

Bruce looked at him for two seconds, then raised his eyebrows, "Get to the point."

Randall smacked his lips, "I'm about to go into heat," the blond agent said.The wooden hut looks like a temporary residence for charcoal burners in the mountains, with simple furnishings, a bed made of soil blocks, and a layer of ash-covered cloth sheets on top.Randall sat on it indifferently, with a lazy expression on his face: "I may explode at any time, Bruce. Before I die with you, let's go."

His blue eyes looked directly at Bruce.

The senior officer of cia frowned.The strong smell of omega in the air stirred his nerves one by one, and Bruce knew that this was the limit of his patience.After so many years of training, he can ignore the stimulation brought to him by those miscellaneous alpha pheromones, and he can restrain his desire for omega, but he can no longer easily force himself to look away.His agent exudes a sweet aroma, a blond, powerful and dangerous omega, his little leopard is fearless and invincible, he bared his fangs to himself, but squinted his eyes because of the warmth of his palms.

"I'm not your enemy." The black-haired man said, "You don't need to be wary of me."

--I will not leave you.

Randall was silent for two seconds, Bruce's voice fell, and the room was silent, only slightly heavy breathing.The blond agent suddenly showed a big smile two seconds later.

"I know." His smile was sly and soft.

Bruce said: "I'll be here." He glanced at Randall: "You must not worry about this."

Randall tilted his head: "Do I need to worry about you?" He smiled and groaned, hardly looking like a person who was tortured by the urge to estrus and physical pain. Stretch out your finger.

Bruce paused for two seconds, "No need."

Randall smiled slightly, and said, "You haven't seen me in heat, Bruce." The blond agent's voice was soft, "You haven't seen the real me, I'm not as powerful as you."

He's not like Bruce.He suppressed himself, he used his nature, but during the estrus, he couldn't resist those longings.Randall narrated the facts flatly, and he didn't feel ashamed or angry about it.

Suddenly his officer said, "You're the best agent I've ever met." He added slowly, "I've seen the real you, James. I've seen it, more than once."

When you are most embarrassed, in the snow, when you raise your eyes.

Randall laughed happily, his lips curled into just the right shape, and his eyes were bright: "Ah, this is probably the most beautiful thing I've ever heard you say to me." The blond agent scratched his hair , he felt the gradually boiling blood rushing rapidly through his body, as if to punish something.

He lied, and the voice of the man saying the name "Randall" in his ear couldn't go away.

Bruce stared at his agent: "You're the most alive person I've ever met."

Randall laughed, his voice hoarse, "Is it because of my crazy brain and the fact that I'm still alive and kicking?" He looked at Bruce, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Spend this 'life force' with self-destructive tendencies, these Let you worry about it."

"You know I won't allow you to destroy yourself." Bruce's tone cooled down, the soft lines on his face disappeared, and the usual, tremblingly severe calm was restored.

Instead, the blond agent stopped talking. He sat on the dirt bed and looked at Bruce who was still standing at the door.The splint on the right arm of the black-haired man fell apart at some point, and it is not hard to imagine how his chief carried a man who was unknown on his back.Randall narrowed his eyes, and there was a bit of dark blood on Bruce's body that he hadn't noticed.He has seen Bruce kill people, but most of the time he is more used to seeing him cold and serious, killing decisively without blood.

"Hey, Bruce, sir." Randall said suddenly, using two titles contradictoryly.

The dark-haired man looked up at him, asking for his expression.

The house was already silent, but the wind was blowing outside, and the flowing air scraped past the simple wooden house, making a piercing sound like it was about to fall apart.The blond agent laughed involuntarily.

"It only took a while for those people to find me." Randall said, "You don't have much time to leave."

Bruce raised his jaw, and the black-haired man looked as arrogant and indifferent as he used to. He looked at Randall carefully, as if waiting for his agent to give some convincing reasons.

The blond agent shrugged his shoulders, he didn't seem to care, but his face was already a little red, and his tone was lazy: "The former cia scientist already knew that what he caught was a modified omega Right?—and it was revealed because it was about to come into heat."

Bruce leaned against the tattered door frame, he said lightly: "So I had to shut up a few of his test subjects forever." There was a careless smile on the corner of his lips.

Randall raised his eyebrows, and then grinned: "You know, sir, you are charming like this."

Bruce Stewart's power far exceeded Randall's imagination. His chief killed those transformed alphas, and brought along an estrous omega who was powerless and disturbed him at the same time. And retreat.He admired the smile on the corner of Bruce's lips, and felt that the blood in his whole body was about to boil.

The blond agent's voice was as hoarse as a whisper: "Are you really not going to leave now? They may not find me for any benefit."

Bruce's voice was still cold, even with some kind of leisure, he said: "By now, James, do you think I'm not used to cleaning up these messes for you?" The black-haired man said calmly: "You are my responsibility. "

Randall laughed "haha", "That's good." He looked overjoyed, and it took him a long time to calm down his slightly shortness of breath. He said slowly: "This mark is always a trouble, and it will be resolved sooner or later." The blond agent's drawn-out tone had an unspeakable charm, and he said lazily, "Compared to those trash and scum called alpha, I would rather be stronger."

"You," he stood up, "sir."

The wind howled.

"Tag me, Bruce, please."

The breath of oemga burst out in an instant, and the fragrance exploded like an atomic bomb. It was not a simple sweetness. Bruce squeezed his fingers tightly. He felt Randall's breath, which was unique to his agents, golden sunlight and The smell of sand, blood and gunpowder smoke are unscrupulous and willful.

His agent stood there a few paces away, his blond hair disheveled, his pale face a sickly blush, his blue pupils glistening.

Powerful, unruly.Obedience, desire.nice and sweet.

"Tag me, Bruce." His voice was low but clear, like a siren's allure.

The dark-haired man took a slow step forward.

"Randall, you don't know what you're talking about," Bruce said.He slowly approached Randall.

The blond agent chuckled softly, blinking his already watery blue eyes, and he looked at Bruce intently, as if he was the only person in the world left in his eyes.

"You've crossed the line."

Bruce looked at the indifferent smile on the blond agent's face, and his brown eyes rarely showed helplessness. His tone was very light, as if without emotion, and he said slowly, "Too much crossing the line."

Randall snorted softly. "I'm just asking you to do me a favor, sir, mark me, don't you want real surrender?"

Bruce approached him, and a strong alpha breath rushed towards him, cold, overwhelming, and irresistible.Randall almost went limp as he licked his lips.His chief slowly put his hands on his back.

The blond agent's breath is warm and hot, and Bruce can feel his quickening breaths.His fingers ran across Randall's back, where the muscles tensed.

"Oh, sir." His agent murmured in a low voice, the sea blue eyes were dazzled and confused, without the cunning and coldness of the past.His desire was too clear, burning so desperately.

Bruce was dazed for a moment.

The man's slender fingers brushed against the back of the blond agent's neck, and the naked skin touched each other, causing a trembling as if an electric current passed through it.The brown eyes look at the blue ones, earnestly and intently.Bruce's hand gently cupped the back of Randall's head, leading him toward him, his fingers running through the short, golden, cropped hair, and he slowly pressed forward, his agent clumsily leaning forward Lean forward, then lips touch.

A little bit of cool, soft lips.The two breaths are intertwined.

It's like the illusion that a lifetime wish has come true.

Bruce kissed very seriously, and the blond agent finally surrendered completely, and he closed his eyes.

Then a hand knife hit Randall on the back of the neck, and the blond agent had almost no chance to react, and his body fell limp.Bruce caught his agent with an unpredictable look on his face.

CIA's senior officer brushed Randall's cheek with his fingers inadvertently, and the meaning in his eyes was unknown.

"I don't know what the mark means, Agent." Bruce Stewart said slowly.

"But I don't want that kind of surrender."