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LaFou's Secret	By : BornWolfgirl Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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War was hell. War was worse than hell. There were no innocent by standards to be hurt and killed in hell but war was full of them.
War wasn’t what Lafou was expecting. His time in the army was the worst… and the best time of his life.
Why?
He was lucky he supposed. He had arrived at the training camp and quickly began to fear he wouldn’t be able to reconnect with Gaston. The army was big and he was small. As a male omega his physiology would only ever match up to that of even the weakest Beta (which was what he was trying to pass as anyway) and he struggled to accomplish even the minimum of what they wanted from a soldier. After the first six months they were ready to kick him out but though he physically was subpar his testing on paper singled him out for more than being a foot soldier. For the first time in his life, he was considered too smart. So instead of being able to fight side by side with his friend as he had always dreamed, he was transferred into training to become a company clerk. That was a gift in disguise that he didn’t even realize until he was ready to be assigned to a unit.
Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was a coincidence but it had to be something special that had Lafou walking into his commanding officer's office while he was reading a certain report from the front, and encountered him starting to curse a blue streak that left poor Lafou pale and frozen at the door, uncertain to continue or flee.
The report was from a unit with a new young hot-headed commander in charge that while brilliant at leading a charge was pants at following everyday protocol or listening to their clerk tell them how to follow it. He had already in his short tenure gone through five clerks who would last only a few weeks under his command before requesting a transfer. They were running out of willing clerks to work with him. His reputation proceeded him and most new recruits would hear about him and refuse to be placed there, fearing that they lacked the experience to handle him. They weren’t wrong. The latest placement was a veteran and though he lasted twice as long as any others it was apparent that even he had his limits.
When Lafou heard his Commander cursing about a certain Lieutenant Colonel LeGume… Well, it wasn’t long before he was surprising his long-time friend in the flesh.
The reunion was bittersweet, just as Lafou expected. He had arrived while Gaston was away and was instead greeted by the soon-to-be ex-clerk and was barely allowed the time to drop his stuff off in his new quarters before being led like a lamb to slaughter to the office tent he would soon be in charge of running. Despite the obvious attempts by the veteran clerk to make some sense of the mess leftover from previous clerks, the tent was still in amazing disarray. The old clerk barely stayed an hour more to bring him up to speed before making his own escape. Lafou was exhausted and had had a long journey from the capital. His clothes were sweat-soaked and covered in road dust, but one look at the mess that awaited him had Lafou sighing and rolling up his sleeve. Thoughts of food and rest were pushed down his priority list until he got an idea of what would need to be done to get a handle of the mess. The officer in charge, while the Colonel was away, was willing enough to let him have free rain and even brought him something to eat or lunch and dinner with a dark coffee that tasted like thick dirt but fortified him enough to at least finish with that day's daily duties and make a dent in organizing the papers. It was late by the time he conceded to being ordered to bed but he rolled out of bed early the next day to continue. It took three days for him to finally manage to at least create some order to the chaos and he finished with mere hours until Gaston was set to return.
He waited for Gaston's return with such a mix of anxiety and excitement that he was too nauseous to eat lunch. To say the least, to see Gaston shocked speechless when he walked into the office tent to find him of all people waiting will be a memory Lafou will treasure for the rest of his days. Lafou was convinced that if the enemy didn’t know their exact position before then they did when with a howl of joy the alpha swept his old friend clean off the ground and swung him around a few times while laughing uproariously.
What followed were hours of catching up and explanations about everything that had happened since they last saw each other. Lafou was under no illusion that Gaston would treat him any differently than his previous clerks but he was certain that he knew enough about Gaston to work with and around him to get things done and keep the regiment running smoothly. Gaston wasn’t aware but if he had run off one more clerk then he would have found himself busted back down a rank or two. The Commander was that frustrated with Gaston's antics. He was respected for his battle prowess but a war can’t be won on that alone.
For the next seven years, they worked side by side, and Lafou successfully managed to hide his secret. Once a year he’d plan around allowing his body one heat. Skipping out on most short-time R&R leaves so when he did ask for a two-week-long break once a year often it was granted without too many questions from the higher-ups. He’d put on the act of any other normal beta male and claimed to go searching for female company when the other men in the company razzed him about his work ethic while they often took ample advantage of their short time R&Rs for one night stands with working girls. In reality, he would simply disappear to a pre-scouted secluded location whether it was to camp in a cave, or break into an abandoned farmhouse. Once when a thunderstorm unexpectedly rolled in before he could reach his destination he had managed to find someone's hunting cabin like the one he’d first had a heat in. It was difficult but he learned from another omega in hiding(Agathe was a god sent. She had introduced them shortly before he left for the army) that it was wise to allow one heat a year to maintain a healthy internal cycle. Usually, it took only a week or so away from Gaston before his body started to send out signals for a new alpha to find him and heat would come on. It would usually only last a few days but he was always careful to seek shelter far from a chance of any lone alpha actually finding him. He would then return feeling physically and emotionally wrung out but relaxed like a pressure valve had been released.
For several days after his heat breaks, Gaston would run him ragged as though to punish him. It was in these moments though that he would convince himself that there must be something there or else why else would Gaston behave that way.
The company was always excited to see him return. Apparently, Gaston was insufferable during the lengthy period away. For those first few years, Gaston would try hard to convince him out of going or try to go with. As an omega Lafou was flattered and pleased his chosen alpha wanted to be with him but he knew that this was not the time or place for anything to happen… yet.
He wasn’t even certain if Gaston would be interested in someone like him. Whenever they passed an occupied village with a pub/tavern, the men of the regiment who were free and able would take the time to indulge in some revelry. Gaston undoubtedly would be leading the pack and take ample advantage of whatever hospitality he could find. Lafou only followed once willingly before finding whatever excuse he could think up to get out of it thereafter. It didn’t always work but he found it difficult to stomach watching women fall over themselves for what he saw as his alpha’s attention. Which Gaston seemed happy to supply. He did notice though that on the rare occasion that he was convinced to go that if anyone paid him friendly attention he had to make sure it was out of Gaston's view or there would be some drama. Gaston would undoubtedly see the unfortunate girl (and occasionally a guy) who took his attention away from him and find some way to make the girl cry and run away or pick a fight with the guy.
Only once did he allow himself to accept intimacy from a stranger. On the way back from one of his heat sessions, he found himself delayed at a tavern when his horse threw a shoe. The local smith had to finish another project first, so he decided to visit the local tavern and get a proper meal before continuing his journey. He soon learned that local patrons of the tavern were a friendly bunch and many were already deep in their cups. He quickly found himself drawn into their boisterous antic and having a great time. He almost never got to behave this openly among his friends in the unit and unless Gaston instigated, few were brave enough to take Lafou's attention away from the commanding officer for too long. Needless to say, Lafou was reluctant to continue his journey that day. He didn’t often have the chance or time to indulge in some real fun without Gaston there over his shoulder, so he was surprised by the acceptance and inclusion he was experiencing.
The thoughts of Gaston however didn’t inspire any positive feeling though. Lafou was rather sore with the alpha at that time. The night he had left for his heat break, Gaston wasn’t there to see him off as he normally did, but was holed up at a local tavern having some fun with some local girl in the barn. He knew that only due to some drunk soldiers returning from the said tavern and spouting their envy and admiration at their leaders' dalliances. He was frustrated, feeling sorry for himself and perhaps a little lonely as well he could admit to himself. Wondering why he even continued to try. Gaston clearly preferred the company of the fairer sex and he was far from being like any of the girls he favored physically or personality-wise. He was well into his second tankard of ale and very much feeling the effects of the alcohol due to his low tolerance omega constitution. He was feeling well enough to start cracking jokes with some of those drinking around him and before he knew it found himself singing some of the raunchiest ditties he knew to a cheering crowd. As the night waned so did his well-honed self-discipline. Lascivious looks and intimate touches were exchanged between him and a few of the friendlier males enjoying his flirtatious performance. He had never felt freer than he did that night and he was letting it all go like he had never allowed himself before. Around midnight or so, he came back to himself long enough to realize he would not be making it back on time the next day and Gaston would be very angry with him. He was panicked for a moment then remembered why he was drinking anyway and pushed all thoughts of his insensitive alpha away. He was finally having some fun for once and he was unclaimed by any alpha. This was his personal time until noon tomorrow.
An hour later he was finally exhausted enough to consider renting a room for the rest of the night but first he needed to heed the call of nature before making his escape. He managed to slur his excuses to his new friends and stagger outside to find a secluded enough location. As he leaves he passes another male returning and who paused long enough to rake appreciative eyes down his form. Lafou was drunk enough at that point to grin back happily and shoot the obviously alpha male a flirtatious wink as he stumbles/sashay past. He makes it to his destination and nearly passes out in relief once finished but stumbles a little less wobbly back towards the tavern. He is coming back around the corner to re-enter the building when a hand reaches from the shadows and pulls him within. He is alarmed at first but in his hazy mind, the thick scent of alpha male penetrates long enough to stir up some lingering hormones from his unsatisfied heat. The other male he recognized as being the one he flirted with on his way out quickly had him pinned to a wall and a hard mouth covers his own. The kiss is rough and sloppy. They both taste of strong ale. His hands are pinned in one large meaty fist and a thick thigh shoved between his legs. All he could think were short phrases like “no”, “please”, “wrong alpha”, “finally”, “stop”, “harder”, “not yet”, “more”... His mind was locked in conflict but his body seemed to have a mind of its own and it was singing its enjoyment at the alpha's attention. Seeking more of the friction created by his rocking on the limb rub between his thighs. The bittersweet ache building within drew breathy moans from him that seemed to please the larger male who growled his approval and roughly met each of Lafous’ thrusts with his own as he mouthed marks into Lefou's neck that didn’t break the skin but would definitely linger for several days. He was too far gone at that point to protest that though and after only a minute or two both are panting their completion into the warm summer night. They were lucky it was a new moon and no one else stumbled onto their activities. The encounter ended as quickly as it began though. The alpha stepped back and shot the now debauched Lafou a friendly wink before striding off into the night and disappearing.
Lafou doesn’t recall how he made it back into the tavern and into a room but he woke the next morning feeling vaguely guilty, a little dirty, but ultimately rather pleased with himself. At least he now knew that he was desirable to some alphas… if not the alpha he desired. He felt a resurgence of hope that if he never could be with the man he truly loved then perhaps someday he could find someone who would love him for him. He could never truly give anyone his heart. That was already a done deal but he didn’t have to be alone forever. Someday he would reveal his secret to Gaston though and let him make the final decision as he’s always done for anything important in his life.
When he finally made it back to his regiment, he was still hungover and the men kept looking at him with looks of bewilderment and shock. Gaston was the worst. At first, he seemed confused and grill Lefou for hours about what he’d been up to (especially after seeing the marks on his neck) but then got quiet when Lafou snapped at him in a rare display of temper. The week that followed was one of the calmest he’s ever experienced after a heat week. Gaston seemed to avoid him like the plague and piled his plate with whatever duties he could think up. Keeping him so busy that all interactions were brief and professional. The war ended two years later and they were both released with honors. Lafou was shocked when Gaston suggested they return home and see how our families were fairing. Lafou was happy to oblige but uncertain what would happen now. He still wasn’t ready to reveal his secret and still questioned how Gaston would react to what he was let alone be open to anything more. And more was something Lafou’s mind was turning to more and more since the final orders were given that the war was over.
He was leaving hell. But would he be able to enter heaven?
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