“I’m not a doctor, Julian,” Blake said solemnly, standing over the prone man. “I don’t know how best to help you from here.”
“It’s just my head, really,” said Julian, “They hit it pretty hard before you came in, and I was out cold.”
“You don’t seem too worried,” remarked Blake, sensing that Julian had been in fights before. It flooded his mind with anger as his Alpha instinct to protect and defend his Omega was affronted by this idea. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he and Julian weren’t bonded, that he shouldn’t allow himself to have this emotion.
Julian was a long time in responding.
“I’ve had worse,” he said, confirming Blake’s suspicions. Blake tried to avoid showing his rage and concern outwardly, but Julian picked up on it very quickly.
“You’re an Alpha.” Julian said, his eyes fixed on Blake.
“Yes.”
“That’s why you brought me back to your house,” said Julian, closing his eyes. Blake looked at him, confused at the note of resignation in his voice.
“I brought you back here instead of taking you to the hospital because we can’t trust those jerks there,” he said. “They’ve done unspeakable things to me and I’m not putting anybody, least of all an Omega, through that.”
“What could they have possibly done to you?” asked Julian, languidly. “You’re an Alpha. Literally the top of the food chain. You could have any Beta nurse eating out of your hand like she was privileged to do so.”
“Wrong on two counts,” said Blake patiently. He wasn’t the top of the food chain, the military officers and policemen were regardless of their caste. And secondly, he wasn’t at all interested in women.
“So, what? At least your mother didn’t sell you for alcohol money when you were seventeen.”
“What?” Asked Blake, alarm running through him. “Sell you to whom?”
“The Government’s Biomedical Engineering Experimentation venture,” said Julian. “I was seventeen when my mother decided we could use some extra cash. Molecular level shape shifting would get me far in life, she said, and getting her further into the bottle was her real objective. While I was recovering, a nurse told her I was an Omega.”
“No,” breathed Blake, moving to sit opposite Julian, perching on his coffee table. He already knew what happened next in these cases.
“She left me in the hospital. When I woke up after the medically induced coma, I had no home, no family, and no money. But I did have my shape shifting.”
“What form do you take?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I am a lion shape shifter,” said Blake, all in a rush. “I was sixteen when I was drafted into the Last World War, one of the youngest conscripts because they needed men badly. I was barely a boy, looking back on it. Anyways, I could send the money back to my mother and sister, Karinna, who was dying of leukemia. On my eighteenth birthday, I signed up immediately for experimentation. My sister needed that two thousand dollar bonus, Julian. But when I came out of the medically induced coma, she was already gone, and my mother was nowhere to be found. I heard later she volunteered for the service as a medic, and has now relocated to rebuilding whatever’s left of Europe. I haven’t spoken with her in twelve years now.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty nine, almost thirty.”
“I’m twenty three.”
“Now will you tell me what form you take?”
“I’m a lion, too.”
They lapsed into comfortable silence. Blake realized that Julian had fallen asleep. He padded silently away into the kitchen, to make himself another bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. The other one was crushed into his desk, although his workers would have cleaned it up already by now.
The smell wafting through the air woke Julian, who was sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. He tried to get up to follow the smell, but his head spun and he crashed to the ground. Blake put down his sandwich, more carefully this time, and ran to the scene where Julian was struggling to get himself back into bed. Ignoring his protestations, Blake lifted him bridal style and carried him into his bedroom, where he laid him on the floor.
“I’m not letting you in my bed with that bloodstained clothing on,” said Blake.
“You’re going to take my clothes off?” Julian asked, apprehensively.
“Come on,” said Blake, “you’re injured. Do you really think I’d pull something on you? Relax.”
Julian assisted Blake in stripping him down to his underwear, and Blake almost cried in frustration when he came in contact with the Omega’s bare skin as he laid him down in his bed. It was so unfair. An Omega in heat was right before him, lying in his bed, and it would be immoral to act upon his urges. Blake left the room to gather himself, telling Julian he’d be back with a glass of water and some painkillers.
Instead, Blake ran to the bathroom, fighting his arousal. He braced himself against the sink, panting for breath, and then looked into the mirror.
His dark face was flushed, reddish undertones creeping along his skin, hot to the touch. He could not see it, but underneath his button down shirt, his chest and torso were blushing as well. Blake gazed into his own face, noting his own dark eyes with dilated pupils, like a cat’s when it is locked onto its prey. He groaned and looked away, and almost stomped out into the kitchen to grab Julian a glass of water. He could smell the Omega’s pheromones thick in the air, the pungent cloud of need and desperation was heavy and entrancing. He strode into the room, set the painkillers and water on his bedside table, and ran out, telling Julian he had urgent business to attend to.
He ran out into the driveway, his feet crushing the crunchy fall leaves. The crisp air did nothing to ease his lust. The cool breeze set every instinct of his alight. Julian heard his heavy footfalls and watched from the window as he saw Blake standing with his back to him, heaving as he breathed heavily where he stood.
Julian watched as Blake began to strip, and saw him fold his clothes neatly in front of him. His round buttocks and firm thighs stood out as a testament to his strength. Then he turned sideways, and Julian gasped in spite of himself. Blake’s proud member stood erect and swollen, and it must have taken every last bit of his concentration to control himself. Of course, Blake knew that only an Omega could save him from this arousal now, until the pheromones clouding his brain and pumping through his blood finally left his system. With a strong leap, Blake switched from his human to his lion form and bounded through the woods, leaving Julian marveling after him. He temporarily forgot about his aching head, though he quickly succumbed again to the blackness of sleep.
Blake returned to the house in the early hours of the morning, padding as lightly as he could on his four legs as he wound his way through the house and onto the couch. In his lion form, he could hear every noise the sleeping Omega made, whether he shifted in bed or made a change in his low, soft breathing. He growled lowly in his throat, before trying to make himself comfortable on the couch. As a lion, it was harder to ignore the sleeping Omega, and he slipped back on the boxers he had worn the day before as he shifted back into his human state. He would have grabbed a clean pair from his room, but the presence of the Omega was almost too much to bear as it was a whole room away. He muffled his face in the arm of the couch, trying to hold on to the very last thread of his self control.
Julian woke in the unfamiliar house, and quickly remembered the events of the day before. The pain in his head was almost gone, only a dull ache where he had been struck. And the Alpha man had rescued him. He shuddered. Blake was somewhere around, although he hadn’t touched him at all. He was only in the second day of his heat, and it would only get stronger from here until the end of the week. He needed to get away, and soon.
Julian stepped gingerly out of bed, and out the bedroom door, pausing slightly when he saw that Blake was lying on the couch. The Alpha was lying on the couch in his boxers, his muscular chest rising and falling peacefully. Julian walked by him as qui
etly as possible and quickly located the bathroom, just off the kitchen. That was the advantage of a small house.
Julian made sure the door was closed and locked before he removed his boxers and laid them on top of the closed toilet before turning the water on, getting a nice warm spray falling around his shoulders. He showered quickly, getting as much dried blood out of his hair and off his body as possible. His pale figure shone in the darkened bathroom, as he decided not to turn on the light. Julian felt his ribs slowly, counting each one of them. It had been a while since he had enough to eat. His member, whilst on the smaller side, was standing to attention in morning wood, and he was aching to have some stimulation on his prostate. Such was the life of an Omega, he thought. Always wanting. He had dated a Beta woman for a while, although she left him eventually as everybody always had. Isabel. He touched himself, knowing that nobody could give him release except for an Alpha while he was in heat. He could tell he had released another cloud of pheromones, signaling his need to be taken, and now. This week would be hell on earth. He had to get out of here, he had to hide.
He was glad that Blake hadn’t gone to the police, or taken him to the hospital, but not for the reasons that Blake thought. Yes, he was afraid for his life as an Omega, but he was also a wanted man. Gang membership was one of the things that could keep a person afloat in the post war disorder, but it came at a price. Tender feelings bloomed in his heart, extending towards Blake despite his rational brain telling him to get out of the shower, find his clothes, and leave as soon as possible. He was just grateful that Blake had saved him was all. He wasn’t gay. He swore to himself he wasn’t.
Julian switched off the faucet and sighed deeply. Ideally he would be able to stand under the water for hours, until his heat was over and his head stopped its dull aching. He got out of the shower and realized he hadn't brought a towel. Damn it, he thought, drying himself off as best he could with his briefs and shimmying them back on. These white briefs were almost transparent while wet and he groaned. Hopefully Blake was sleeping still.
Blake stirred groggily, feeling the raging lust in his member and hearing the splashing sounds of the shower emanating from the bathroom. Julian had found the bathroom, then, he thought. Blake rolled over again, trying to ignore the world around him. It was too much. There was an Omega in heat in his house, and he had been in his bed and in his shower. Blake sat and waited on the couch for Julian to reappear from the bathroom.
Julian walked out wearing his tight, wet briefs, and Blake couldn't help but stare. Julian's cock was stiff in his briefs and Blake could feel a similar tension coiling in his abdomen and tenting in his boxers.
"Good morning, Julian," said Blake, in as even a tone as he could muster. Julian nodded, blushing bright red across his face and chest. It was especially obvious on his pale skin.
"How's the head? Did you sleep okay?" He asked, trying to provoke the other man into conversation.
"I'm okay, and I woke up a few times, but it's all good, really," said Julian. "This is just all a lot to take in is all, but I'm fine." He started to move back towards Blake's bedroom.
"What are you looking for?" Blake asked, getting up to follow him.
"My clothes," said Julian, "where are they?"
"I put them on top of the laundry machine," said Blake, stupidly. Blood was rushing in his ears. All he could think was that he and the Omega were alone in his room.
It sent a twitch of almost painful arousal to his cock, shivering in his knees. Julian just stared at Blake, seeing his massive erection strain against his boxers. Julian licked his lips, and Blake could see that he was losing his control.
"We shouldn't do this.”
“We should.”
“I’m not…”
“Not an Omega?” Asked Blake, laughing. "It's in our nature. We have to." Blake reached his hands out to Julian, who took them slowly, nodding his consent.
Blake flung him down on the bed, catching his head just before it bounced off the mattress. He kissed him deeply, powerfully, not caring that their bodies were crushed together and that they were crashing in a dance of teeth and tongue. It was a dance of the ages, the ancient rhythm of lovers, of Alpha and Omega. Blake was seeing everything as if through a haze, and Julian was panting, struggling to catch his breath as his universe flashed in sparks before his eyes. Every time Blake shifted slightly above him, grinding against his member, his world was slowly deconstructing. But he was an Omega in heat, and there was only one way for him to get the release he so desperately needed.
"Blake," he moaned, "Blake."
"Hm?" Said Blake, moving from his mouth to bite his ear, meandering down his chest.
"I need you inside me."
"Have you ever had sex with a man before?" Asked Blake, before licking a stripe across his stomach.
"Please, Blake, I need -- oh! I need you now."
"Okay, let me get you ready then." Blake was by no means a virgin, and knew that anal sex wasn't something that could happen at a breakneck pace or somebody would get injured. He fought against his instincts to ram into Julian and focus on nothing but his own pleasure, and instead fumbled around for one hand to get a container of lube out of his bedside drawer. He pulled Julian's briefs down off over his ankles, placed a pillow under his hips, and squirted some lube out into his hands, rubbing it to warm it up.
"Relax," said Blake, low in his throat. The next thing he did was something unusual for an Alpha. He made love to Julian's member with his mouth while spreading his legs and pressing lightly with his hands on Julian's back entrance.
Julian was almost weeping with his need for more. He needed Blake inside him, or he thought he would die. Omega men, able to carry children, had the intense and innate drive to mate whenever they were in heat. This insatiable need for sex could drive an Omega to desperate measures, and Julian now fully understood the mating frenzy set upon him.
Blake inserted one finger into Julian, followed by a second, working him open in a scissoring motion. Blake took the entirety of Julian's cock into his mouth, and he bucked, desperate for more stimulation to send him over the edge.
"Ready?" Asked Blake wickedly.
"Please, I can't wait anymore," begged Julian.
"That's what I like to hear." Blake stepped off the bed for a second, removing his boxers and kneeling in position before Julian's spread legs. Julian gasped. Blake's member was large, almost twelve inches, swollen and straining to a dark purple and glistening with pre come. He sucked his breath in. That was why Blake had spent such a long time working him open.
"Breathe in, and let it all out," said Blake. "I can't do this if you’re tense, I don't want to hurt you."
Julian did as he was told, shuddering through the breaths. Blake positioned himself right at Julian's hole, and gave his entrance a final pressure with his fingers. He grasped Julian's cock firmly; with one hand to distract him, as he slowly pushed his way into what he had realized was Julian's virgin entrance. With another yank on Julian's cock, Blake thrust suddenly, burying his shaft into Julian.
Julian screamed. It was a wordless cry that vibrated through the walls of the small cottage, and Blake grunted, thrusting into him even more vigorously. Every time Blake's cock slid across his prostate Julien whimpered, bucking his hips and urging him on. Blake could feel himself succumbing to the urge to let go. He forced himself into a rhythm, trying to get Julian off before he came.
Blake latched his lips on Julian’s neck and bit, on an instinctual urge, and smelled a cloud of pheromones release from his lover’s skin. Julian writhed underneath the Alpha, and Blake, sensing his need to come, tried to pleasure Julian’s cock with his fingers.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that an Omega needed multiple rounds of intercourse before orgasm in heat. He let it all go after that, focusing solely on his own pleasure. Blake drove himself powerfully into Julian a few times more and roared, his orgasm ripping through him. He withdrew, only semi hard, and sat back, admiring the vi
ew. Julian looked back at him, eyes glazed, and his cock still hard.
"Haven't had enough?" Blake laughed; looking down at the younger man sprawled in the very picture of debauchery before him.
"Blake...” The word came out petulantly, drawn out and quietly desperate. The both of them were dripping with sweat, but Blake had no desire to slow down. He had this beautiful Omega right in front of him, and they seemed to have all the time in the world.
"How about a shower?"
And this time Julian came too, ropes of semen strewn across his belly, to be washed down the shower drain. They made it back to Blake's bed, high on their lovemaking and just as exhausted. They fell asleep with Blake's hand firmly twined into Julian's hair. His Omega. They had bonded with the bite on Julian’s neck still burning red and sultry. Blake could feel it in his bones and smelled it in their mixed scent on the air. It was noon before either stirred.
Blake woke up, and leaned over to kiss Julian.
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