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The match against O'reily and Von Wagner that evening had been like hell on earth. Marcel felt sore after it, it was like his body was aching everywhere, even in places he didn't even know they existed. If anything, that match had even been tougher then the one they had against MSK at Halloween Havoc. Msk was formed by way smaller and less powerful wrestler, O'Reily alone had more power than those two, let alone Von Wagner.
At the end of the day Fabian and him won, that was the most important thing: they HAD to win, in order to purify the tag team division, it didn't matter how hard it could be.
"Should we shower quickly and then head home directly after?" Asked Fabian as soon as they were in the locker room. He was tired like Marcel and all he wanted to do was going back home, since they had no other matches that day, but he knew how his Omega hated going back still sweaty.
"It would be better. It won't last long and at home there will be a little surprise." Marcel wanted only the best for his alpha and tag team partner, so he had already thought about cooking a delicious German dinner and prepare a hot bath for them both to relax in, to ease all the soreness and pain they were dealing with.
"Good."
After having showered, dressed and then taken all their things, Marcel and Fabian left the facility together, reaching Fabian's car: it wouldn't take too much time to get back home, since War Games had been held in their town. Marcel hadn't even had the time to sit, that his phone started ringing in his pants. He took it out before finally sinking in the car sit, putting the call on speaker, since the caller was Walter, the head of Imperium, their stable. It wasn't rare for them to get a call from him since he was still in Uk, instead of being permanently in the USA like both of them.
"Fabian, Marcel, I am so proud of you. Today you proved that those tag team titles are okay with you and that they should belong to you. This is only the beginning of the road to the purification of this division. MSK will surely revenge, you already won once against them, you won't lose those titles to them."
The italian and the german looked at each other, smiling: Walter was right and they both knew it. "Thank you Walter. We won't let you down."
They all spoke together some other minutes, until Fabian finally parked their car and they both could get in the house. Home sweet home... They finally had some time off, five days, so they could enjoying staying there.
"Relax on the couch, Fabian, I'll prepare everything and then you can come."
Marcel only wanted to make his alpha feel better and comfortable. It had been really a rough evening, so relaxing was the key at the moment. He didn't wait for him to answer, he simply brought all their things in their bedroom, putting away what didn't need to get washed, leaving their gears in the bags at the moment. In the bathroom he prepared the bath tub, which was big enough for both of them, but his actual plan was to cook while Fabian would enjoy a hot bath, but his alpha would probably convince him to join him, they could eat afterwards.
While the water was flowing, Marcel closed the shutter, setting the lights low, in a romantic atmosphere. They weren't fond of candles, but the lightning in that house was set so, that they could change the colours how they wanted.
"Fabian, come!" Marcel sat on the bed and Fabian reached him after two minutes, following his - not so - little omega in the bathroom.
"Will you take a bath too?" Fabian asked in a soft voice, reaching a hand out to him, to help him stand up.
"I wanted to cook, but I can do it afterwards and bathe with you know." Marcel gladly took his hand, smiling at him.
"I don't want to take a bath all alone. So either now, or after dinner."
They helped each other undressing, no unnecessary touches were given and it was Fabian who sank first into the mild hot water, followed shortly after by Marcel, who cuddled up against Fabian's pectorals, sighing with relief. It feels good to be between his arms, it feels like being safe between the arms of your beloved one. He could simply forget all that happened that day, the tough match they had, literally everyone else, and only think about his alpha being there to support him. Fabian smiled and left him a kiss on the hair, bringing his hands on Marcel's shoulder in an attempt for a massage. He felt like he owed him something for everything Marcel was doing for both of them, but his omega had always said that it was okay, that was his role and if he was happy, then he would be fine.
About half an hour later they decided to get out of the bath tub, the water already cold, but the warmth of their bodies hadn't let the cold get to them. After drying up, Marcel put on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, heading downstairs to cook dinner. They had received a package, full of traditional food they couldn't find there in America, from his mother and he finally could cook some things they were missing the most. About half away from finishing, Marcel took off the t-shirt, since it was becoming way too hot for him, staying there only in boxers and an apron with "Pride of Italy" written on it, in a gigantic heart. It had been a gift from Fabian some time ago and since he received it, he had always used it as soon as he had had the chance to cook something, which had been not many times, because of their work as professional wrestlers and their need to be most of the time on the road. Not much after, he felt two strong arms embracing him and bringing him to the chest. Marcel laughed a little, turning his head to be able to look at Fabian.
"Mh, such a great smell, what are you cooking?" Fabian's hands started wandering over the apron, slowly tasting Marcel's pectorals, caressing them carefully, while waiting for his answer.
"Eisbein with Knödel, Kartoffelpuree, Sauerkraut, some vegetables and Weißwurst." Marcel sighed a little as Fabian's hands began moving on his body.
"Everything seems perfect. But I would rather have another type of Wurst." The tone in Fabian's voice was naughty, while one of his hands wandered now under the apron, touching his bare skin softly.
"N-noone said y-you can't have it..." Marcel moaned softly as he set the fires low, so that their dinner wouldn't burn.
"You would never do it, I know it."
Fabian tilted his head up, leaving kisses on his neck, sending shivers down Marcel's spine, who loved when his alpha was paying so much attention to him. Fabian after all loved when Marcel would cook only in underwear and apron, it was easier for him to tease and give him what he wanted. The hand on his pectorals began going slowly down until it reached the fabric of his boxers, tracing the line of them, avoiding purposefully the center of them. Marcel gasped a bit, closing his eyes to focus on his touches, which were already bringing him to heaven. He moaned Fabian's name some times, already hypersensitive, even though the Italian hadn't even started to touch him seriously: he was playing with him, making Marcel desire him even more with each failed touch.
"Fabian... please..."
Marcel wanted, desired more, all that waiting was slowly killing him, but at those words Fabian let him go, crouching down in front of him, taking the head of the boxer between two teeth, taking them down as much as to free his shaft. He took it in a hand, moving it slowly for some moments, before teasing the tip of his erection with the tongue in small circles over it. Marcel had to put his hands on the kitchen counter, feeling the legs already like they were jelly, the moans coming through his lips indicated how much he was enjoying all of that. Soon enough he felt Fabian's mouth all around his erection, giving him a feeling of warmth and it was so damn good. His moans grew louder each minute that passed, until he was at the point of having an orgasm.
"I... I'm coming."
Fabian's pants were starting to feel tight, but he first wanted for Marcel to have an orgasm, then he could return the favor. He paced his head and shortly after Marcel unloaded his semen, a heavy moan leaving his lips. Marcel sat down, his legs not able anymore to sustain him because of how tired he was, plus the orgasm he had just witnessed. Raising his glance at Fabian's pants, Marcel saw the bulge in them, so he got up to kneel on the ground, high enough that his face was exactly in front of the bulge. He moved his hands quickly, taking down the pants and boxers together, letting his erection free. It was now time for him to return the favor, that went beyond saying. He started moving the tongue around his erection, up until the tip were pre cum was already there, he licked it carefully away, while Fabian brought a hand between his hair. Marcel smiled maliciously at him, before wrapping his mouth around it, taking all in. This time it was Fabian who started moaning, setting a certain pace to his movements around his shaft, much to Marcel's agreement. He simply loved when Fabian would dictate the pace at which he had to go, after all he wanted to do everything he could to make his alpha happy, no matter what it could be; up until that moment nothing had been too extreme, Fabian was a really caring alpha and it was probably that, what made Marcel fall so hard in love with him. It didn't take long for Fabian to have an orgasm too and in the end he helped his omega to stand back up and finish cooking.
"Thank you for everything, Marcel. I love you." Fabian kissed him on the forehead, smiling.
"I love you too, Fabian." Marcel smiled too.
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