Alex kept his head down as he moved through the crowded streets, his jaw clenched tight.
"Just… keep walking…"
But it was impossible.
Everywhere he looked—temptation.
A woman passed by, her skirt just a little too short, her curves swaying with every step.
Throb.
"Shit…" Alex winced, feeling the ache pulse through him again.
His cock twitched in his jeans, the pressure unbearable.
"Not now…" he hissed, forcing himself to focus on the pavement.
But it didn't matter.
Another woman. Tight leggings. Yoga top. Her toned body glistened with sweat, fresh from a workout.
Throb.
A sharp pulse shot through his cock, making him grit his teeth.
"Fuck…"
It wasn't going away.
Every step.
Every glance.
His body reacted.
"Why is everyone so damn hot today?" Alex muttered under his breath, his fists clenched at his sides.
His cock was aching—constantly.
Every curve.
Every flicker of bare skin.
It was driving him insane.
"This is torture…"
His jeans felt tighter than ever, the fabric straining as his arousal refused to subside.
"Just get home…"
But then—
"Seriously…?"
Two women crossed the street ahead of him.
Short skirts. Tight tops. Laughing and chatting, oblivious to the effect they had on him.
Throb.
"Fuck…" Alex's knees nearly buckled as another pulse of heat shot through him.
His cock strained painfully against the fabric, and he swore he could feel his pulse throbbing down there.
"I can't…" He bit his lip, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
The Omnitrix wasn't glowing.
It wasn't saying a damn thing.
But Alex could feel it.
Pulsing.
Feeding into the heat.
"Damn it…"
He ducked into another alley, leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.
But the ache wasn't going away.
It was worse.
Stronger.
"Fuck… I can't take this…"
He pressed his forehead against the cool brick wall, his hands trembling.
Every time he saw a woman—any woman—
Throb.
The ache slammed into him.
"This is hell…"
Alex gritted his teeth, trying to push it down, but the heat kept building.
If this kept up…
"I'm gonna lose it…"
Meanwhile… at stark tower.
"Energy spike," Bruce muttered, his eyes narrowing as the readings shifted.
"Where?" Stark asked, his voice tight.
Bruce pointed at the map.
"Midtown. Same signature. But…" His brow furrowed.
"But what?"
"It's… fluctuating," Bruce murmured. "Like it's… struggling."
Stark's jaw clenched.
"Natasha?"
"Already moving," Natasha's voice came through the comms, cold and focused.
"Good," Stark muttered, his eyes narrowing. "We're running out of time…"
Back in the alley…
Alex's breathing was ragged, his body still burning.
The ache was unbearable now.
"Why… won't it stop…"
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will it away.
Throb.
Another pulse.
His cock was rock-hard, straining painfully against his jeans.
"Damn it…"
No matter how much he tried to fight it…
Every glance.
Every scent.
Every curve.
It hurt.
"Just… calm down…"
But his body wasn't listening.
The Omnitrix was quiet.
But Alex could feel it.
Pulsing.
Urging.
"Fuck…"
And deep down…
He knew.
If he didn't do something soon…
He wouldn't be able to stop it.
"I need help…"
And there was only one person who might have answers.
"Stark…"
Alex clenched his jaw.
But getting to Stark?
"Shit…"
That was going to be a problem.
And time… was running out.