On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The taste of alcohol lingered on the taste buds, Bruce slowly poured himself an unknown number of glasses of bourbon, the black-haired man shook the glass, and the liquor glowed a little under the light.Bruce shook his head and drank the wine.His capacity for alcohol is not very good, so far he can only feel the flammable liquid burning in his stomach, and the pictures in his mind pop up uncontrollably and quickly, a flood of thoughts brings to the overwhelmed brain There was a dull pain.

The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes, the alcohol hadn't completely numb his senses.

Someone deftly opened the door, with wire or something.

Bruce was still sitting leisurely on the sofa, with a wine glass in one hand, and a dark pistol in the other, with the muzzle flat, facing the door.

Someone slowly came out of the darkness in the hall, as if there was no sound in their footsteps.

Bruce looked at the golden hair gradually emerging from the dark light, and raised his eyebrows.He didn't look surprised, angry or happy.

When Randall entered the room, he stopped at an appropriate distance, leaning on a cabinet for decoration, and there were a little fine lines at the corners of his lips when he smiled.

He looked at Bruce's hand on the back of the sofa, the black muzzle of the gun pointed straight at him, and the blonde agent was half hidden in the darkness of the door, unable to see his expression clearly.

"You shouldn't be here."

Bruce's voice was a little hoarse, Randall stood lazily not far away, he looked at his officer unabashedly, with a brisk smile in his voice: "I'm here, Bruce." Randall said softly : "I want to stay with you for a while."

The dark-haired man smiled silently, took a sip of his wine, and the gun in his hand still did not change direction, and Randall did not try to shorten the distance between the two.

Bruce's tone was mild. "It's unwise to cross the line, Agent."

Randall laughed this time, and he said lightly: "I have never been as good as you, Bruce, because I can do a lot of things for my own selfishness."

Bruce raised his eyebrows slightly, and he asked, "Am I also your 'selfishness', James?"

The blond agent shrugged his shoulders. He watched Bruce pour the wine. The man drank a lot, and his eyes were even a little dazed with drunkenness, but his hands did not tremble in the slightest. Ning's.He admired the elegance of the black-haired man, and licked his lower lip, "You have always been."

Randall knew the reason for his sudden dry mouth, and he said word by word: "You have always been, Bruce."

Bruce stopped what he was doing, and he looked at Randall, as if he was thinking about something, but also as if his eyes were empty.

Randall had never seen Bruce Stewart like this.

"I can't give you anything," he said.

Randall laughed "haha", he said: "You gave me too much, Bruce." The blond agent looked sincere, and he spread his hands, "You made me."

Bruce snorted, "Oh, agent, don't say that." The black-haired man swirled the beautifully colored liquid in the glass, then suddenly raised his head, his brown eyes were sharp: "You are such a person in your bones, James."

It is you who have chosen to be the "you" I made you to be.

I just see your true face.

The blond agent meets Bruce's gaze without fear.Oh, how intoxicating it is to see his officer as sharp as a knife with a little alcohol stripped of his camouflage.There was a gleam in Randall's sea-blue eyes.

His voice was as low as a kind of whisper: "Sir, you know what kind of person I am, you know myself better than myself, I know this." Randall smiled: "I will do anything for this selfishness." What about forgiveness?"

Bruce looked flat.He looked at Randall: "I'll stop you."

Randall took a step slowly, "Because I'm your responsibility?"

Bruce watched the agent's movements, his brown pupils contracted slightly, and he said, "Because I don't want to see you self-destruct, James, even if you are destined to go this way."

Bruce had never said in front of the agent that he was doomed, even though Bruce always thought so.He wanted Randall to prove that his judgment could be wrong.But it's clear his agent is heading down that crazy road step by step, and he should have known.

Randall tilted his head with a smile. He looked happy and relaxed, and the emotions in his eyes flickered: "You care about me, not just a responsibility." The blond agent seemed to be making an unquestionable definition, he said : "Bruce, you can't abandon me completely, just like abandoning those breakpoints, can you?"

He took another step forward.

Bruce poured himself a glass of wine, and he said lightly, "I also have a bottom line, you know."

Randall smiled. He watched the black-haired man carelessly open the safety of the pistol, "Oh, I've always been fearless, sir."

The ring on Bruce's hand looked a bit dim in the light of the living room, Randall squinted his eyes, and the light flashed away.He really walked up slowly, facing the muzzle that was always aimed at himself.

Bruce finally put down his glass, and he heard the sound of blood rushing through his body.The hot feeling continued to spread, he looked at Randall and sneered.

"I never knew that you could love, Bruce, my officer."

The black-haired man raised an eyebrow, and the agent walked over step by step, and the omega's breath became stronger and stronger.Bruce gritted his teeth, which made his face look stern, almost ferocious.He said, "Stop there, Randall."

The blond agent shrugged his shoulders, and he gave Bruce a helpless look: "I've never been good at obeying, sir." He quickened his pace and spoke quickly: "I don't want your orders anymore, sir , I want your affection, even if you have locked up that thing as meaningless waste, even if I am overwhelmed by a brain burned by fanaticism, I know what I want."

Then Bruce fired, and the bullet grazed the side of Randall's shoulder, and the agent smelled gunpowder.He said slowly: "Oh, maybe this is thanks to you choosing to live in a suburb with few neighbors here. I don't want someone to call 911 and call a lot of police to surround this place." The blond agent tilted his head and smiled brightly: " Maybe the alcohol affected your shooting?"

Bruce watched grimly as his agent approached the gun, then leisurely filled his used mug with bourbon and drank it down as if the words had consumed him. How much strength.

"I actually prefer vodka," Randall said.

Then he leaned down and kissed Bruce.The liquor flowed down from between the intertwined lips and teeth, soaking Bruce's collar, and the black-haired man knew what a mess it was without looking.Randall's tongue flicked across his mouth, violently and rudely, and Bruce knew the clamor of his desire was getting deafening.Bruce slowly reached out and clasped the back of Randall's head, and he deepened the kiss, unable to help himself.

The blond agent's breath was short, and Bruce's response caused a burst of heat to rush through his body. He couldn't even feel the sweet estrous smell of omega, and Randall was dazzled by the pheromone of alpha.The smell of Bruce.

Oh, what a stroke of luck.Randall lost his mind between the kisses, thinking maybe Bruce didn't have the damn inhibitor shot.He can control his ruts, Bruce can't.

Bruce watched the sly, undisguised smile on the blond agent's face as his teeth grazed Randall's lips.

"Well……"

The blond agent let out a low sigh, blood oozing from the tender flesh inside his lips, the color was bright red.

Bruce's hand was on the back of his head, Randall slowly approached his officer in this overly intense kiss, the panting of lips and tongue made people blush and heartbeat, Randall admired the loss of control in Bruce's eyes.

It seemed that the blond agent had spread his legs and straddled Bruce's lap unconsciously. He could feel the pistol that had just been fired in the man's right hand against his back, around the spine, almost burning.His officers could shoot at any time.

"...I think you, you will like this..." Randall's voice was hoarse, his hand was on Bruce's shoulder, and the dark-haired man's shirt was caught in large folds.

Bruce lowered his eyes and looked at the ambiguous silver thread between the two people's lips. He was silent, and his chest heaved continuously due to his violent breathing. He watched the blonde agent slowly undo his belt, which was like an invitation.

Alpha's breath escaped violently. He watched Randall's movements and had to stop halfway through. The blond agent supported his body with the hands on his shoulders, but he still couldn't help but move towards him. upside down.He was limp like a pool of spring water.

The smell of omega is strong and sweet. Bruce knows what Breakpoint Agent is good at, but he smells the smell that belongs to Randall, strong, with the hot sun, sand and gunpowder smoke.They affect each other like beasts in rut.

Fall together, perish together.

Bruce was sitting, and Randall was straddling him. The soft sofa was deeply sunken by the weight of the two of them. Bruce knew that his avatar had raised its head high, and the omega on his body was completely soft.He raised his eyes and looked at Randall.The sea-blue eyes were mixed with pain and joy, and his breath gently brushed against Bruce's face. The black-haired man watched his agent work hard to take off his clothes, revealing his wonderful body.

The body of an omega in estrus, with muscular muscles, smooth lines, fair skin and narrow waist for an agent, and the criss-crossing scars on the skin showed a strange beauty, his agent In a strange state of weakness, he was breathing heavily like a fish starved of oxygen, and there was a smile on his mouth, sly and cruel.

Bruce heard every little sound Randall made echoing loudly in his head.

His Browning was on the agent's back, safety off and loaded.The heat of heat put Bruce on fire, but he knew he still had strength.

Pull the trigger, and the bullet will penetrate from one side of the spine, avoid the ribs, enter the abdominal cavity, and hit the heart obliquely upward.

Massive blood loss, paralysis, death.

Bruce looked at his agent, the man's blond hair still had a little shine in the dim light of the living room, reminding him of the sun in the tropics, the hot sand, and those days when Randall was in the swishing bullets Crazy and beautiful.He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the ends of those golden hairs, his agent shuddered slightly at the touch, and Bruce smelled the sudden thick smell of omega in the air.

He ruts for him, truly obeying nature.

Bruce laughed softly, he reached out and hugged Randall, and the black Browning fell silently on the carpet.

He pampered the blond for so long that it became an unavoidable habit.

Bruce thought, his eyes flicking to the pistol lying on the ground.Perhaps the alcohol was affecting the speed of his thinking after all.Physiological responses trump rationality.The cage Bruce built for himself was about to fall, and he knew that the longing had already been burning blazingly in that desert.

Finally out of control, the beast escaped from its cage.

An alpha's rut ​​is always fierce and unquenchable, and the brown eyes are tinged with the frenzy of desire.Randall put a hand on his shoulder, and slowly grasped it.Bruce felt the wet stickiness of the blond agent.

He intensified the hug, and the heat from Randall's body was transmitted directly to the palm of his hand.

Even though the blond agent was paralyzed by the alpha pheromone, his muscles were highly tense, but he seemed to have lost all his strength. He desperately wanted to get close to Bruce, eager to make him unable to care about other things.Bruce's hug was too sweet.

Randall breathed heavily, and Bruce's breath was like a sharp knife, sharpening his precarious nerves one by one.The blond agent closed his eyes slightly, the place behind him was already wet and greasy, he held his breath, then slowly pointed the secret entrance at Bruce's, and sat down slowly.

Bruce held his back with one hand, and slowly combed the messy blond hair behind Randall's head with the other hand. His right hand only needs to slide down slightly, which is the key point of Randall's back neck.

The dark-haired man took a deep breath, intense pleasure hit his nerves, his hand slid down, and then paused on Randall's waist, the agent was slowly rising and falling, Bruce restrained himself from speeding up the rhythm.

The initial adaptation was followed by an intense flood of pleasure, Randall leaned back sharply, Bruce's extremely strong hands held his hips, guiding him down, the gravity of the body brought deeper penetration, His mind was full of unsatisfactory madness. The sticky liquid made puffing sounds with each impact. Randall felt some liquid slipping down from the corner of his eyes, and his vision was blurred by physiological tears.

The black-haired chief was panting heavily, and the mighty alpha was enjoying this almost unexpected combination, his brown eyes were sober and confused alternately, turbulent like huge waves.But he didn't stop.

It didn't kill this omega that crossed too much.

His agents, his masterpieces, his...

Bruce closed his eyes slowly, and then made a more violent movement, which made Randall make a sound that was almost a cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure, sweet and hoarse.

He accepted what wasn't his, and he knew he would lose it.

The dark-haired man stared at his agent in physical pleasure, the man in him was indulging in pleasure and pain, the desire and madness of rutting made him unable to make any sound other than moaning loudly.Bruce looked at the scars on his body, at the blond hair, the raised, sharp jaw, and the surprisingly graceful neck that looked a bit fragile.He couldn't see Randall's eyes.

Some liquid splashed on the edge of Bruce's lips with the movement of the blonde agent, and he licked it mysteriously, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears.

Anyway, it is bitter.