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Calum stood in the doorway of his and Michael’s room.
His omega was hidden underneath their mass of duvets and sheets, the top of his head and his green eyes the only things visible. He watched Calum as he stood there, finishing off the rest of his morning (early afternoon) yogurt.
He set the empty cup on the dresser when he realized Michael wasn't going to tell him to leave, and walked over to the bed. Michael scooted over and gave him room to sit on the edge. They sat together in an awkward silence that neither of them could stand.
Calum reached out and touched Michael’s hair, and the omega wiggled forward and rested his head on his thigh, nuzzling into him. It had been too long since he had given affection.
He and Luke had talked last night, and they couldn't disagree with what Michael had said before, because it was true.
They had been neglectful. They had been caught up with each other a lot recently and hadn't given him the attention and the affection he deserved and so desperately needed. Michael craved attention, especially theirs.
Usually when he wanted their attention, he would simply go and get it himself. He would be loud and lay all of them, cling to them, make them give him their attention. But he hadn't been doing that.
Why hadn't he been doing that? Why hadn't he realized that something was wrong with the omega lately? Why did he let Michael’s needs escape his mind? He had never done that before. Neither had Luke. They had both always been so good with giving Michael what he needed.
Had they perhaps let their attention to drift so Ashton could have a turn? Maybe, they all knew it was very important for an Alpha and an Omega to connect.
That was it, that's what they had been doing, giving the two of them their space to connect.
But did Michael see it that way? Did he think Calum and Luke had grown tired of him?
Knowing Michael, that was probably exactly it. He was too insecure for his own good sometimes, and when he got insecure he pulled away from them, he didn't want attention then, he didn't want anyone to know how he was feeling. They should have known better, they should have helped Ash and Michael connect instead of leaving them completely on their own.
They couldn't blame either of them, they knew Michael lost control of his feelings and let them run wild sometimes, and Ashton didn't know him inside and out in every single way like Calum and Luke did yet, he wouldn't have known what to do.
But there was something else, something else that was wrong with Michael. He couldn't tell what it was and it was horribly frustrating.
Calum didn't know what to say. God, he kept on thinking and thinking about what he should say but he didn't know, he just didn't. He was lost, he didn't know what was going on with Michael, and he felt too scared of messing up and saying the wrong thing and making him pull away more. He dropped his hand from Michael’s hair and instead let his face drop into both his hands, elbows on his bent knees.
He felt helpless.
Arms suddenly wrapped around him and his head jerked up to see Michael clinging to him, head pressed into his shoulder.
“I love you, Calum.” Michael said softly.
Calum wrapped his arms around the omegas waist and pulled him so he was sitting on the thigh his head was previously on, he kissed the side of his mate's neck and rested his head there. He didn't reply out loud, but he didn't need too. He loved Michael too.
……
When Ashton came back from his run the first thing he heard was something slamming against the wall upstairs.
It didn't exactly take much thought to figure out what it was, but he still walked upstairs to see for himself. The bedroom door was left all the way open.
Calum had Michael’s legs spread wide and was holding them apart by the thighs with his hands, as he gently fucked him, mouth leaving marks all over his mate's neck and collarbone. Michael’s eyes were closed tight and he held onto Calum’s back, nails digging into the skin, letting out incoherent high pitched ‘sounds. They were both only half undressed, Michael’s leggings and briefs on the floor, Calum’s shirt hanging off the headboard, his sweatpants and boxers pulled down just enough to free his cock.
Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, relieved that they seemed to be on better terms now. He wasn't going to forgive the other two Alpha’s so easily, and he was still absolutely infuriated with the both of them, but it still pleased him to see the two being so intimate together, because that meant Michael was on the road to feeling better. He went to shut the door, just when he heard Michael softly say,
“Calum, don't touch me there.”
Ashton looked up, Calum was attempting to cup Michael’s stomach with one of his hands.
He didn't know why he did it, because Calum was already respectfully retracting his hand, but Ashton crashed across the room and flung Calum off of Michael, sending him crashing to the floor just like the other Alpha had done to him the day prior.
“Ash,” Michael said, sitting up.
He had no clue what the hell he was doing.
He looked to where Calum had fallen to the floor. Calum was glaring up at him, sat up on one of his elbows, his eyes flashed in a dangerous way, but he wasn't scared. He was sure he was making the same expression right back at him,
Calum got up from the floor in a flash and crashed into him, they both fell into the dresser, the hard wood slamming into their sides painfully. He could hear Michael’s voice in the background, but he didn't pay him any attention.
Michael was scared. He had never seen his Alpha’s fight like this before.
He had witnessed Calum and Luke fight when Luke had kissed him in the garage for the first time, and to this day he still considered it to be one of the scariest days of his life, but he thought this fight would surely replace that. And that was saying quite a lot. Michael had ran into the house crying and his dad had had to pull the two of them apart. He hadn't talked to either of them for a week. Calum had came over to his house eventually and had apologized to him on his hands and knees. He wasn't a violent or angry Alpha, Michael knew that, Calum wasn't like that, he really was a gentle person. Calum nor Luke never fought with each other like that ever again.
So he didn't understand what was happening now. None of his Alpha’s were violent people. They were all protective and could scare people off when needed, but they never got physical.
He didn't know how to stop them. He was scared of getting in the middle.
Just as he was getting ready to say fuck it and try to pull the two of them apart, he heard the door downstairs open and he went running from the room.
Luke was standing in the entranceway, holding a few boxes of pizza and kicking off his boots.
His eyes brightened when he saw Michael rushing towards him, but his expression dropped when he saw the fear on his face.
“Lukey, come quick.” He grabbed the Alpha’s arm and only gave him a second to put the food down before he was pulling him upstairs and down the hall. The moment Luke heard them he forced Michael to let go of him,
“Stay out here,” he told him, before rushing in.
Michael didn't listen to him, he followed after him and stood in the doorway as he watched Luke pull them apart, flinging Calum into the wall and shoving Ashton to the floor.
“What the fuck do you two think you're doing?”
Michal shivered at the low, deep tone of Luke’s voice, it was dangerous and promised regret to anyone who challenged him.
Calum was slumped against the wall, his jaw tightly clenched, red marks littered all over his body specifically over his ribcage where he had been knocked into furniture. Ashton had a giant bruise blossoming on his face and was breathing quickly.
A sob slipped from Michael’s mouth and Luke looked at him, his hard expression fading just a bit, as he wrapped him up in his arms and held him, whispering words of comfort to his frightened mate.
“It's okay, baby, it's okay,” Luke whispered to him. “I’m gonna figure everything out.”
Luke glared at the other two Alpha’s. “Is this what you wanted?” he spat. “To scare to fuck out of Michael? Look at him!” he demanded, and the other two looked at him, looking guilty beyond belief. “Is this what you want?”
“Lukey,” Michael sobbed. “Don't yell at them.”
Luke growled, not at Michael, purely out of frustration.
“I don't even know what to say to the two of you without pissing myself off and lowering to your level,” Luke snapped at them, keeping his voice low as not to yell.
The other two didn't look at him or Michael, feeling ashamed.
“I’m bringing Mikey downstairs to eat something, you two get your fucking shit together, and then we’ll talk, and there better not be any more fucking fighting, or I’m bring Michael to a hotel so he’s safe from you two dumb fucks.” Luke picked Michael up and walked out of the room with him without another word.