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After Brian unpacked, he did keep his word and heading downstairs to help Mia. He heard two voice in the kitchen which made him take louder steps to announce himself. As he came around the corner, there was Dom talking to Mia, which she then left to go outside.
"Hey buster,"
"Hey man. Thanks again for your hospitality, I truly appreciate it," Brian smiled.
"Of course," Dom smirked, heading towards the fridge to grab a beer. "Mia told me your a Dominant," Dom paused, reaching in a grabbing his beer, then closing the door. He looked at Brian dead on with eyes that told him secretly he knew he was hiding something. Brian's posture slightly curled in on itself, his eyes fighting him to just look away but instead he help eye contact. "So am I, if you ever need anything I'm here," Dom finished, popping open the bottle.
"Thanks, Dom," Brian nervously smirked, moving to collect the supplies needed for the dinner outside, not noticing his empty pocket. He felt those brown eyes follow every move he made. That fuzzy feeling kept creeping in, no matter how many suppressants he takes. He must have been staring cause he didn't remember anything but a hand being laid onto his shoulder.
"You alright, Bri? Your eyes look a little glossy. You sick?"
"Mm, maybe. I have been feeling a bit like shit lately," he laughed it off, shrugging the hand off his shoulder.
"Why don't you go lay down and rest till dinner will be served,"
"I'm okay, I promised-"
"I wasn't asking," Dom said with a tense voice. Brian immediately shut his mouth, that fuzzy feeling starting to overtake his mind slowly. He nodded, heading up to his room. Dom watched him with confusion, no way a Dom would allow another dominant to do what he just did without a fight. He went to start gathering the materials till he stepped on a foil pill holder. He picked it up, turning it around and looked at the label.
"SUBSPACE SUPPRESSANT:
!WARNING! DO NOT TAKE OVER ONE PILL A DAY, MAY CAUSE HEADSPACE SICKNESS,..."
Dom just quietly stared at what the fuck he just read. He went outside to find Mia cleaning the table.
"Mia? Are these yours?"
Mia looked at the pills Dom was holding, shaking her head. "No, I would never take those. Me and Letty help each other," she said. "I heard that if you continuely take those you can get headspace sickness. So, I was too scared to even take them," Mia continued, wiping down the seats now. Dom nodded, putting the pills in his pocket and look up towards the back of the house where one window laid. Looks like buster doesn't know that Dom doesn't like liars.