by Aiden Bates
“More,” he sobbed finally. “Alpha. More. Please. Please. Please.”
This whole thing had been doomed from the start, really. Blake was so hard it hurt, and the part of his brain that was the wolf was urging him forward, telling him to take what lay before him – omega, mate. The boy wanted him. Begged for him.
“Alpha. I- Please. Blake.”
And that was too much. Because he wasn’t just pleading for his Alpha the way the heat demanded. He was asking for one Alpha. For Blake. Blake slid his fingers from the boy for long enough to strip out of his own clothes, not sure whether or not he’d managed to unfasten it or just rip it off and not really caring. Darren make a sound bereft, begging sort of sound, and Blake reached out for a moment to lay a palm on his stomach. To soothe him.
“Gonna be okay, darling,” he promised. “Just a minute, yeah? Wait just a minute for me. You ever been fucked before, sweetheart?”
Darren nodded, lip between his teeth, and looked up at Blake with those big brown eyes, his hips moving in little pleading movements like he thought he was supposed to stay still but couldn’t quite keep himself from moving. Blake growled deep in his throat and caught the boy by his thighs, dragging him across the rumpled blankets until Blake was between his wide-spread legs. He tipped him back so that he folded over himself, feet in the hair and thighs still in Blake’s hands. Then he leaned down and licked his omega from tailbone to balls, and listened to him all but scream with the pleasure of it.
The omega was undulating against the blankets, one hand back in Blake’s hair, the other curled in his own, like he could hold himself together by it. Words were spilling from his mouth, jumbled and slurring and hardly understandable, but Blake knew what he wanted, and he was going to give it to him. In just a moment. As soon as he had a taste.
He rubbed the flat of his tongue over his boy’s hole, holding him in place enough that he couldn’t buck away from the too-much, too-good sensation. He nipped at the soft skin on the insides of the boys cheeks, rubbed the scruff of his unshaven face against it until it was red from the rough treatment, then went back to sucking and licking at the omega’s hole, opening him until he could slide his tongue inside. His fingers slid back in too, opening Darren wider, making him moan and sob anew.
When Blake pulled back at last, Darren was a begging mess on the bed, boneless against the sheets and saying his name again and again like it was a spell, like if he said it enough times it would give him what he wanted. Lucky for him, it would. Blake slid his hands back down Darren’s thighs, let his legs slide down until they rested against the bed, then wrapped two hands around the slim hips and rolled him onto his belly, dragged his hips up into the air.
Darren’s spine arched the way it had when Darren first slid fingers into him, a deep curve that tipped his hips up and presented his hole to his Alpha, his legs spread and his cock hard between them. Blake made himself not lean in for another taste, but it was no chore to line himself up with that slick hole and slide inside, groaning as the tight, lithe body took him in inch by inch until he was hilted, their bodies pressed together as close as they could be. Darren’s sobbing had become a sound of gratitude, and the syllables that left his lips sounded suspiciously like ‘thank you.’
“That’s it,” Darren said as he drew back enough that only the head of his cock was inside his boy. “That’s right, sweetheart. So good for me.”
And then there was no more talking. There was only the sound of them moving together, the sound of Darren’s muffled begging until Blake’s knot swelled, and he leaned down to nip at the nape of his omega’s neck, taking the next thrust slow and careful.
“Going to knot you now, darling.”
Darren nodded against the bed, but when Blake pushed his knot through the tight ring of his omega’s hole for the first time, Darren moved like he was trying to get away, and Blake had to still him, his hands wrapped around his boy’s hips.
“Shh, sweetheart. Shh. Only going to be uncomfortable for a minute. Going to feel so good, I promise.”
Darren sobbed, but he went still under Blake’s hands, moaning when Blake slid out again, opening him wider.
And he hadn’t planned on biting the kid, really he hadn’t. But as his knot slid inside for the last time and locked them tighter, he closed his teeth around the curve of the slender throat and bit down, and beneath him, Darren cried out and came once more, his body milking Blake of his seed.
Gently, Blake turned them both, wrapping his omega in his arms, and stroking a hand soothingly up and down his boy’s chest.
“So good,” he whispered against Darren’s ear. “You were so very good for me, sweetheart. So proud of you. All mine now. My sweet omega. Going to be so perfect. I promise. I’ll take such good care of you, darling.”
And Darren, he knew, was already drifting, on the edge of sleep, but that was okay, because he would say all the words again when his omega was awake to hear them, would keep all of his promises.
Chapter Five
When Darrren woke, there was someone else in his bed. He lay very still, trying to remember what had happened the night before. He had left early from his shift, hadn't he? He'd been sick. He remembered that much, though it was sort of all smearing together with fever. But beyond that... There had been the man, at his register, right before he started to feel so awful, the man who smelled like pine trees and smoke, talking on his cell phone. The man who was, Darren realized, currently sharing his bed. He could smell him everywhere, that smoke and leather scent. And the arms wrapped around him were the ones he remembered seeing, muscular, golden-tan over skin that must have been pale before he'd spent the summer in the sun. At least he could tan. Darren didn't tan no matter what he did and-
He cut himself off. That was not the thing to be thinking of right now. There was more important stuff to consider, like what someone else was doing in his bed and why his neck was throbbing over his pulse. He reached up with an uncertain hand to touch it, found it tender and warm. And he was still fucking horny. Right. That had gone with being sick. He remembered that now.
The stranger behind him began to stir, and warm lips brushed against the back of his neck, scattered kisses along the vertebrae, and Darren thought he remembered. Blake. That was the man's name. He'd brought him home, gathered him into his truck and driven him to his apartment, then carried him up the stairs when Darren couldn't walk. He vaguely remembered telling the man to fuck off, and felt his cheeks heat a little. He maybe shouldn't have done that when the guy had been so nice.
Up in his room he had... God. He had begged the guy to fuck him. He remembered that too now, remembered Blake asking if he'd ever been fucked before, telling him he would help him that, that he was in heat. In heat. What the fuck. Darren turned his head enough to look up at Blake as the man raised his own head to look down at him, a softness in his eyes that Darren didn't remember seeing in anyone's aside from maybe one or two of his caseworkers. But that had been different. They had pitied him, knowing the really couldn't help him the way he needed to be helped. There was no pity in Blake's gaze, only warmth, and desire, and something that Darren couldn't quite place.
"Oh my god. I am so..." Blake's flush darkened. "I can't believe I asked you to fuck me."
Blake laughed, a low sound rough at the edges in way that make Darren's cock even more insistent about what it wanted. Darren told it to shut up, he was busy, but it was kind of hard to ignore. And god, he felt really slick. How much lube had Blake used? He was going to ask, really he was, but then he got distracted by the fact that there was a hard cock resting between his cheeks, and he rocked back against it, feeling his mind going a little hazy again. Whatever moment of rationality he'd had, it was clearly saying its goodbyes.
"No need to be sorry, darling," Blake said above him, in that whisky-rough voice that made his insides tighten themselves into more knots. "I’ve helped more than a few omegas through heat. I know how hard it takes you. I thought you did pretty well telling me to f
uck off for as long as you did.”
"I probably shouldn't have done that either," Darren said, contrite.
"You were scared, and you didn't know that you could trust me. Didn't know I only wanted to take care of you. That’s okay, sweetheart. No one is mad at you for that."
He wrapped Darren tighter in his arms, rocking up against him again, the head of his cock bumping against Darren's hole where he was already wet and open, and he really wished he remembered more than dizzy glimpses of them together, because from what he did remember, it had been really, really good. Good like maybe he wanted to repeat it just so he could remember it all.
"You took care of me?" he asked, and he wanted to sound skeptical, but mostly he just sounded wistful, and maybe a little lost, and that was probably why so many people had always looked at him with pity.
"I took care of you," Blake said, nuzzling against the back of his neck and gently nipping at the skin. "And I'm going to take care of you sweetheart. Always. I promise."
Darren laughed, and there was nothing happy in the sound.
"Always? Yeah whatever. No one ever took care of me before. Why should I believe you would now?"
"Because you're mine," Blake said simply, and Darren stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry. What?" His voice came out cold.
"I..." Blake actually sounded apologetic. "Look, Darren. I didn't mean to. I know that's probably cold comfort right about now, but I really did not mean to bite you."
"You bit me?"
He remembered the sore spot on his neck, warm where his fingers had touched it. But what the fuck did that have to do with him apparently belonging to Blake? Was this some kind of 'I licked it, now it's mine' thing? He wasn't sure he'd be opposed to being Blake's. In fact, the thought made him feel kind of ... warm and melting and safe, but he chased the feelings away, and the steadily rising arousal with them, trying to shake his head clear of all the things that were cluttering it, keeping him from remembering what he had been going to ask next.
"Yeah," Blake said, and he definitely sounded contrite. "Yeah, kid. I bit you. I'm sorry. It's not really something I can take back, I know, but I promise to be a good mate to you, darling. I wouldn't have bitten you if we weren't so compatible. You just smelled so good, and I didn't intend to, at all, but then it happened."
Darren was trying to figure out what on earth the words meant, and why Blake kept talking about biting him, but mostly he was just thinking about how big the cock pressed up against his ass was and how much he wanted it. He rolled his hips to rock back it, moaning as it slid over his hole again.
"Don't really care right now," he decided. "How about you fuck me, and then we deal with the biting."
Blake laughed behind him, and his hands around Darren's hips gathered him carefully up, settling him onto his knees. Darren felt his spine arch like it had a mind of its own, pulling into a steep curve that had to show Blake everything, and for a moment embarrassed heat flushed his cheeks. But Blake was making a low, approving noise behind him, running his fingertips over Darren's hole.
"God, you're pretty," he said, almost as though he was speaking to himself except that he was still touching Darren. "So lovely, darling. Beautiful for me."
Darren shuddered a little as the words washed over him, not sure if he could believe them, desperately wanting to. He wanted Blake to touch him more, wanted those big hands to close tighter around his hips and pull him back onto Blake's cock. God, he really wanted Blake's cock. He writhed a little, tried to tip his hips up even further.
"Please." The word slipped from his mouth before he meant to say it. "Alpha, please."
He wasn't sure where that came from, but it felt right on his lips, felt right in his chest. He wanted Blake. He wanted his Alpha. And he moaned long and low when Blake slid inside him with a slow stroke, hands around his hips just the way Darren wanted them.
"Yes," he gasped. "Oh, fuck. Yes. Blake. Alpha."
"God, kid," Blake groaned behind him. "Anyone ever tell you that you're completely irresistible?"
Darren almost laughed again, but he didn't have the breath to do it, and anyway he was too busy moaning. No. No one had ever told him he was irresistible. He was pretty sure no one had ever thought that about him at all.
"More," he breathed, because he was sure there was more, and he wanted it.
Bake thrust in again, harder, faster, picking up pace as he moved, again and again until Darren wasn't thinking about anything but his cock. Until Darren was rocking back to meet him with every thrust, moaning and pleading. He'd never had sex like this. Never been fucked so deep or so perfect. Never wanted the person behind him more than anything. It had just been something to do, to get away, and he'd never felt like it was enough after. Never felt like he was filled up the way he wanted to be. But Blake filled him until there wasn't any emptiness left inside him, and it was perfect. It was everything he hadn’t known he could have.
When Blake’s hand closed around his cock and stroked, he moaned, bucking in it, caught between that big, warm hand on his cock – the slightly roughened callouses rubbing against all the right places – and the big, perfect cock inside him. And god, it was good. He said so, couldn’t seem to stop saying so. Couldn’t seem to stop the sounds that wanted to spill from him. But that was okay. He thought maybe, for once, it could be okay. Because Blake was there. His Alpha. Blake would take care of him. And he didn’t know where the trust for that was coming from, but it was nice to feel it, nice to believe even if just for a little while that someone really wanted him. That someone would keep him.
When he felt the press of something larger against his hole, he at first didn’t understand it. He had vague memories of something like that before. Something… He remembered that it had hurt, and that Blake had been gentle, and promised him it would feel good in a moment, and, god, it had. It had felt so amazing.
It felt good now, stretching him slowly open around it. There was a little bit of ache to the stretch, but he was so wet that it slid easily inside, back out again, and he could swear it was getting bigger. When it pressed inside him again, he groaned, and Blake's hand on his hip gentled him, stroked over the skin that was thin across the arch of the bone, back and forth.
"So good for me, sweetheart," he said, the way he had the night before. "You're being so good. So pretty."
Darren whined, high in his throat, but he pressed back against the stretch as it opened him again, and then he was locked with Blake, and Blake was moving in grinding thrusts that rubbed over and over his prostate until he was writhing under him, feeling like falling apart.
"Fuck," he could hear himself saying, again and again. "Fuck. Blake. Alpha. Fuck."
And Blake, behind him, was groaning, fingers curling tighter around his hips now, drawing him back against the deep grind. He could feel heat spilling inside him, Blake coming, and coming. And he didn't have the brain space to think about it being strange. All he could think about was how good it felt. How much he wanted. Wanted to be filled up with Blake, wanted to be heavy and round with Blake's babies, and that was... Well... It was hot. And he closed his eyes; his face turned against the blankets, and came with a sob into Blake's hand as it slid over his cock again.
Blake was gentle as he came down, stroking his hip, his belly, kissing the back of his neck.
"God," he said as he gathered Darren in his arms and turned them both. "That was so good, baby. You're so good."
Darren lay quietly in his arms for a long moment, simply warm, and safe, and sated. He could feel his Alpha's heart beating against his back, and his was almost ready to drift off to sleep, but as the lassitude of the orgasm shifted into something deeper, some of his mind came back, and he stiffened in Blake's arms. What the hell had just happened? He tried to move, but they were still together, Blake still held so thick inside him, and the motion rubbed against his prostate and shot little aftershocks of pleasure through him like the touch of electricity. He swore low under his breath and went still ev
en as Blake's arms tightened further to hold him in place.
"Don't, darling," Blake was saying against his ear. "You'll hurt yourself. What is it?"
"What is it?" Darren laughed, a little hysterical. "What it is, is I actually have no idea what's happening, and it seems like you do, so please explain it to me, because I'm totally lost."
Chapter Six
I'm totally lost. It took Blake a moment to realize what the words meant, and then he pulled back enough that he could look down at his omega, into eyes that were wide and sheened with welling tears, and he cursed internally but didn't dare say the words aloud in case they unsettled his boy even more.
"When you say that you have no idea what's happening," he said slowly, carefully. "What exactly do you mean?"
Darren looked at him like he was maybe crazy, though he couldn't quite manage the full force of it with them still locked together, still warm and sleepy from orgasm.
"I mean that I don't know what's happening. I don't know why I suddenly feel like I've known you for my whole life, or why you're promising me that you're going to stay with me forever, or what the fuck is going on with your cock, because as good as that feels - and it feels really, really good - it's kind of scaring me to be honest and I really wish you would tell me what's happening."
As he spoke his words came faster, until they were spilling out of him like he didn’t know how to hold them back, and his voice was trembling, his hands against Blake’s arm trembling too.
He didn't know. How did he not know?
"Okay," Blake said, still speaking slow and careful. He took a deep breath and let it out again, trying to find the words. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me explain it to you. I thought..." His voice caught a little. "I thought you knew or I never would have touched you. I didn't mean to frighten you, darling, or put you through something you didn't understand. I asked you, before, when you wanted me to fuck you. I asked if you'd been fucked before."