Day is drinking hot chocolate in a bar.
The bar is classy, just as Marcus always wants his things and the things he associates with to be.
He would rather be anywhere but here, preferably in his bed, resting because he has had very … rough four days, and now that he is out in public again, he has been forced to entertain and look alive in front of Marcus's friends.
Only, Marcus keeps saying they are days' friends now. It's annoying. Everything is so annoying and wrong, and day feels like he is about to throw a fit.
In the days he spent indoors, with Marcus pestering him, asking why he was missing the first day of school and meeting his annoying friends, all he could think of was how much everything felt wrong.
How his body felt like it wasn't his, how uncomfortable he feels even now, and he just wants to claw out of his own body and do what exactly … he doesn't know.
He is very antsy.
But, hot chocolate is helping him. he has been craving it ever since he flare happened out of nowhere, and he still can't figure out what triggered it. He has been keeping warm, he knows.
His bed is always piled with blankets and pillows. His ac is always high, and he wears his socks to bed.
Everything has been how it should be, and yet …. He feels like a vital thing is missing.
He can't-
"… right day?"
Day snaps his head up, straw still between his lips, and looks at Marcus with wide eyes. His friends are all looking at him expectantly, like he's supposed to answer something.
Crap. Straightening his back, he lets the straw slip from his lips and looks at Marcus, not knowing what else to do. This is torture.
"Oh, I'm- uh-" he is about to drown in embarrassment.
"he is still adjusting to having people around," Marcus wraps his arm around Day, pulling him closer to him in the booth they are seated in. "he is introverted, but isn't he so sweet?"
More like day is holding his breath not to breathe in too much of Marcus's scent, and it's making him nauseas and light-headed. Also very angry because why is he talking about him like he is this weird person who lived in a cave and hasn't seen people all his life?!
"Marcus tells us that you are studying medicine." It really isn't a question, the girl who has been overly friendly with Marcus directs at day.
"Yeah. He is a savitt after all, he must follow his parents' footsteps."
There it is again. How well would this chocolate look dripping down his stupid head when he pours it all over him?
"Yeah, I am interested in medicine. Actually, it has been all my life. Helping people is something I have always been drawn to."
It's all he has ever known, and growing up around doctors and his parents sitting right at the top of the pharmaceuticals, it was bound to happen this way.
"Wow, I hope you keep that attitude because it can be so rough."
Day just shrugs.
"How come we didn't see you at orientation? I am a freshman too; I was hoping we could start together. Marcus didn't tell us what really happened."
"Oh," day shifts in his chair uncomfortably. He doesn't know these people, so he can't tell them the truth. "I just had an emergency. I hope I didn't miss a lot."
"he was excused, so it is all fine. The school knows that there will be days he will miss. I don't think he is all that serious anyway. It's a way to get out of his parents' grip and have a little fun. Right, babe?"
Day can't take it anymore. He removes himself from Marcus, even when he grips him a little too hard to keep him in place, but Day manages to scoot away from Marcus and face him, hurt.
"You don't think I am serious about school?"
Marcus seems taken aback, eyes fleeting to the four friends seated around the table and back to day. "Of course you are."
"Then why did you say that? You know I have always wanted to study medicine. I am not doing this out of boredom or whim."
"No, you aren't," Marcus clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. "But I also know that you have wanted to get away from your parents for years, and this is a chance to be free and do whatever. You are here to have fun and study."
Not what he said, but day suddenly feels tired, the anger being smothered by years of giving up and letting people trample and put their ideas on him.
"Loosen up," Marcus chuckles, arm around day's waist and pulls him forcibly against him.
"You need to let all that strictness you have grown around be gone now. I know your mama and papa have taught you to be good, but come on, day. O told you I will make sure you have the best time of your life."
It's condescending. It's humiliating, and day can't even raise his head to see the looks on the people around the table. He doesn't want to know what they think of him. he is already stomped as it is.
"Okay," he mumbles, and Marcus chuckles again, tilting his chin and pressing a brief peck on his lips.
Day almost throws up on him, but he keeps his head down, willing the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes not to come out.
Marcus looks at the omega beside him, sees how small he tries to be to be forgotten and unseen. His parents really did a number on him. he knew that he had to be put in some form of reformative facility to fix his mind or whatever, but damn. He must give it to them.
The little flash of anger he saw earlier is now gone. He has known Day since they were in their early teens, and with the promise of one day inheriting the wealth of the Savitt if he marries the omega, he will put up with his weirdness.
Of course, the omega doesn't know he is one; he thinks he is human, a lie he has been told to enforce even here in the city by his parents.
He doesn't understand why they have to hide it, he wants to tell day what he is and put him off the meds he keeps pumping in his bloodstream.
He can still smell the heat he was going through, and as much as Marcus wanted to just be there and do all kinds of things to him, he had to keep his eyes on the throne.
If he tarnishes the boy, the boy could complain, and his parents are already so sensitive about him.
They can torture and brainwash him all they want, but they still hold him and coddle him; it's nauseating. So he can't really wreck him and tear him apart like he as thought of since he first saw him. he has to woo him.
Court him and let day open his legs for him, willingly. It's hard work, will take time, but he is set on making sure it happens. Sooner rather than later.
The virginal attitude toward anyone else would be unattractive, after all, he doesn't associate with virgins. He has no time to be soft or understanding, let alone the emotional entanglements that come with it all. It's not worth it.
But with day, it isn't. It makes him even more attractive. It makes Marcus want to ruin him even more. He can imagine how bloody it will, when he finally has him, when his wolf finally claims the sweet, sweet omega.
He wants to ruin him, see how pathetic he can get, how pretty his cries are and how addicted he will get for him.
by the time he is done with day, the crown will be his and the omega will be full of pups, mindless and serving him where he is meant to be: in his bed, on his back legs open waiting for his alpha.
He has waited long enough. He deserves it; that will be his gift for putting up with all the crap day dishes out on him. Like what he tried to pull a few minutes ago, that's unacceptable.
The distracted look, the flash of anger when he looks at him, yes, Marcus will fix that soon and make him answer to only him. Obey him. Please only him.
It's a pity how his parents bred him … a sweet omega like day, breaking his mind. He wonders how much of a fight he could have put up if he weren't a wreck. Doesn't matter anyway.
Omegas are meant to serve alphas, not question or fight them.
Marcus grins, sipping his drink, eyes honed on day as he sips his diabetic drink, eyes down.
Marcus can see his future, and it is bright.