Damon appreciated Jun's clear respect for his boundaries in this situation. He remained patiently at the side of the room, hands behind his back and expression carefully – well, expressionless. If Damon were in his right mind, he might have noticed the extreme tension in the muscles of Jun's arms, clearly indicating that Jun was clenching his fists quite tight. As if restraining himself from something.

Well, Damon didn't notice that tiny detail, not like anyone could blame him with the way his omega hindbrain had shoved its way to the forefront, taking the wheel and swerving out onto the road with approximately two driving lessons under its belt and no consideration for which lane was the correct one.

Damon started with the sheets and blankets. He managed to get them all bunched up around the headboard, forming a tiny fort. But still, as nests go, there really wasn't enough fabric there for it to be respectable. Not at all. Other omegas would laugh at his nest.

That wouldn't do. Damon found himself hurtling off the bed to scoop up discarded clothing, some from their earlier activities, some just because Jun hadn't had a chance to tidy up in a while. He took Jun's shirt and pants, definitely. A nice alpha scented air freshener for this out-of-control car. With the omega in control, Damon didn't notice that as he was putting everything in place, he rubbed his cheek over the crotch of Jun's used pants a few times in a daze.

The already tight muscles in Jun's arms jumped.

Once the clothes were all settled, there was still something incomplete about it that was making Damon feel physically sick, so he dived off the bed again, nearly tripping in his haste. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jun take a step forward – to help him of course – but it was all wolf instinct right now, so Damon saw an alpha moving towards him and immediately went on the defensive, a warning rumble coming from his chest as he lowered himself into a crouch, staring unblinkingly at Jun. Jun froze in mid-step before slowly pulling back the offending foot and taking another two steps back for good measure.

Seeing him back off, Damon relaxed enough to ignore him for the time being and continued on his mission as if he'd never been interrupted in the first place, though his skin was now tingling pleasantly with the awareness of Jun's attention. Also ignoring the fact that he was naked as the day as he was born, Damon went out into the hallway – not to grab the extra blankets from the closet, but to grab the spare blanket and throw pillows off of the furniture in the living room, gathering it all up in a pile so big it eclipsed his face as he hauled it right back to Jun's bed. Jun remained where Damon had left him, still just watching.

The next few minutes were spent with Damon arranging and rearranging the new materials to his satisfaction. And yet, the more he moved things the around, the more markedly unsatisfied he felt.

This was strange. Usually, with Damon's old nest back at home, he would spend maybe half an hour moving everything neurotically before the itch left him alone and he was able to regain some sanity, becoming a useful member of society once more. Even with really bad nesting periods, like this one, usually he would just have to get himself off once or twice before the haze cleared.

But that wasn't happening this time. The better part of an hour passed with Damon rolling around in the nest, rearranging everything so that the colors matched up just so, and so on, and yet still he felt...empty. Annoyed. Itchy. He wanted to claw out of his own skin.

More. He must need more. So without a pause he rolled out of the bedding again and raided the hall closet, the last place that could possibly hold anything soft, bringing back armful after armful of blankets, pillows, sheets, towels...it got to the point that it wouldn't all fit on the bed, pieces falling to the ground and ruining all of Damon's hard work.

But it had to be perfect. The emptiness wouldn't go away unless it was perfect.

So he kept rearranging. Kept picking up everything that fell. Purring at times, rumbling in distress at others. And it kept going on and on and on and –

God, someone please make it stop –

That pillow was wrong. Wrong color, wrong level of softness. That sheet was too scratchy. Get rid of it – but no, it could fit over here –

Something is missing but what?

Damon didn't realize that at some point, the purring interspersed with distressed rumbles had become more distress than anything else. His scent was quickly turning sour.

At this point, Damon had all but forgotten about Jun. He zeroed in on a rumpled blanket that wasn't rumpled in quite the right way, totally unaware of his presence until he felt gentle hands closing around his waist.

He reacted violently, immediately, swinging around to swipe at the person touching him while in his nest with his clawless hands, but they were quickly caught and Damon was held to the bed with barely any effort. Jun quickly held down his legs as well, peering down at Damon, at the way Damon's eyes darted around like a cornered animal, with what could only be described as fond restraint.

"I know I haven't been invited yet," he said, the low rumble of his voice soothing something in the back of Damon's mind. "But you're one cycle of rearranging away from hurting yourself."

Damon could only stare up at him, unable to form words, as if the wolf had taken over even that, as if all that would come out if he tried to speak would be howls and whimpers. He chest fluttered up and down with frantic breaths.

"I know what you need," Jun continued. "You've been dripping wet for over an hour. And every time you roll over my pants your hole flutters."

Ah.

Well. That's...that's just...

Damon had forgotten he was naked. That...that would be kind of obvious then, huh.

Still, the omega in Damon wasn't about to just give up so easily. He bared his teeth at Jun – an instinct that would be a lot more threatening had Damon had pointed teeth instead of flat ones. Jun just hushed him and deftly worked a hand between Damon's legs, inserting three fingers without a problem – which, among other things, was a sign that Damon's body had been preparing itself for some time now, just as Jun said.

It also proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that what Damon had been missing this whole time was something to fill him up. The minute some part of Jun, with his alpha scent and dominant presence, was inside his greedy hole, stretching him, the itch began to ebb away, melting into pleasure.

So maybe, this whole time, the only thing missing from the nest...was Jun.