Teaser from Cherry Bomb, my omegaverse fic. Evening cuddles, a pillow fight, and thoughts about the future. Set prior to them presenting, while they work as depot agents.
Emmet only lets go of him long enough to clamber into his bed, the mattress creaking beneath his weight, hair catching the faint streetlight glow from outside their window, still mumbling playful complaints about the metallic scent of Gear Station. The other bedroom is supposed to be Ingo's, but spending his nights there would mean they couldn't have these late-night talks where he feels closer to his twin than ever before.
"You know how sensitive I am about scents," he accuses teasingly as he sinks into his bed. Ingo just hums, enjoying the feeling of Emmet pressed against him, head under his chin, safe and tangled beneath his blankets. Yes, this is the best part about sharing a room. He runs his fingers through his hair as Emmet talks. "You're being so unsympathetic, big brother."
His mouth quirks in a secret smile. "I've been thinking of wearing cologne. Maybe I will start tomorrow."
Emmet squeals in his arms, wiggling further into his embrace. "I'll kick you out of our room!"
"I'll put it on your pillow." He pokes Emmet teasingly in the ribs. "I'll put it on your Eelektross plushie. It'll help you get used to Gear Station."
He receives a faceful of his own pillow for that. Emmet climbs up on top of him, flushed and grinning, wielding his pillow, and smacks him with it a second time while Ingo is laughing too hard to escape.
"My brother is not going to put some random alpha scent all over my pillow," he declares with another whack. "And he is definitely not putting it on my Eelektross!"
Ingo grabs for him, face smothered in worn cotton, and manages to drag Emmet down on top of him, squishing the pillow between them.
"Or what?" Too late, he remembers that Emmet always brings his own pillow into his bed, and receives a second faceful of bedding. It smells like he does, cherry shampoo and something sweet and rich like honey, something that leaves him dazed and blinking, mouth open. It also leaves him vulnerable to being smacked with the pillow several more times, until Emmet collapses on top of him in a fit of giggles and nuzzles into his neck.
His arms go around Emmet like they're made to be there, and Ingo hopes that's true. He wants this to be his forever. It's a guilty, hindbrain kind of thought, the kind he only has when the world is dark and soft-edged like this: he hopes that after they present, they'll still share a room and he can have Emmet in his bed like this. As long as he can have that, the looming storm of the future doesn't feel so bad at all.
