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Tim Drake was an omega and Kon was the only one who new.
The only one on the team – he was sure that Tim’s family knew, too, but they haven't talked about it.
He knew Tim didn't mean for him to know - because he found out about it in the most stupid, soap opera cliché way. They were stranded in the mountains during one of the missions, gathering info on a cult that might have had a secret base here, a blizzard started, they went to hide into a cave, Tim's heat started.
An alpha and an omega trapped together, and then the omega goes into heat. Kon’s seen Ma watch dramas with this kind of scenarios a dozen times and he’d always laughed.
When it happened to him and Tim, it wasn’t funny.
First of all – because he had no idea that Tim was an omega, and second of all – because he had a crush on his best friend for quite some time.
And then they was that cursed blizzard, Tim panting and whimpering, showing all signs of an omega in heat, despite still smelling like a beta, and it has gotten complicated.
It turned out that Tim had a scent blocker on him at all times and also that he had lied to Kon and all of their friends about who he was, but they didn't have the time to discuss it, because Tim was suffering trough his heat and Kon needed to help him.
They weren’t going to have sex, of course – the myth that alphas couldn’t help themselves when nearby an omega in heat was just it, a disgusting myth that was there to excuse the animalistic urges people didn’t want to control.
And Kon wasn’t like that. He could get a grip, even when his best friend’s scent hit him after Tim removed the scent blocker.
It was the best scent Kon had ever felt, like something both comforting and hot, something he was missing, like coming home.
‘How can I help?’ Kon asked, putting his shaking hand on Tim’s knee.
Tim had taken off his cowl and the cape, also the winter jacket he was wearing in the snow, took off all of his gear, but didn't strip any further. He put the two pieces of clothing onto the ground and collapsed on them, having the two items as a weak excuse for a nest.
Even through the costume, Kon could feel how hot he was. Tim was whimpering and trashing on the ground, but then he stopped. And looked at Kon with feverish eyes.
‘Please?’ he asked
Tim was barely there (and Kon should have noticed how during the mission Tim was more tired than usual, should have made a connection, but he didn’t know) and wasn’t making much scene.
‘I… It would be easier…. Easier to get through if...’ Tim was panting though it and started squirming again.
Kon tried to take his hand away, but as soon as he made a move to do so, Tim grabbed his hand and forced it to stay on his knee. His cheeks were really red.
‘Heat’s easier to get through with alpha’s pheromones and a knot,’ Tim rushed out in one breath.
Kon felt his own cheeks heat up.
It was almost like Kon was being asked to spend Tim’s heat with him, except that he wasn’t – he didn’t think Tim would want him like that.
‘Tim, what do you mean?...’ Kon had to ask.
‘You could use your TTK to… To...’ it was obvious that Tim was embarrassed, but desperate. ‘If you could just, fake a knot with it, you, you wouldn’t even have to touch me….’
Okay, that was happening. Tim was asking him for help, and Kon wasn’t going to say no even if knowing how Tim looks when he’s getting knotted and not being the alpha Tim wants would hurt him in the long run.
‘Tim, are you sure?’ Kon had to confirm it, one more time.
‘For fuck’s sake Conner, of course I’m sure! I’m so sure it hurts!’
Tim was suddenly so angry, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes blazing.
Then, Kon’s mind caught up on the last thing he said.
‘Tim. Are you wearing a cup in your costume?’
Tim whimpered but nodded, shifting his hips.
‘You need to get it out or you can really get hurt,’ Kon said sternly.
Male omega’s dicks weren’t as big as alpha’s, of course, but Tim’s uniform was tight and the protective cup wasn’t ready for the strain.
Kon’s serious voice must have gotten to Tim, because the omega made a move to unzip his pants.
‘Don’t look,’ he asked Kon, suddenly shy.
Kon turned away, listening to Tim shuffling with his costume.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Maybe he should ask Tim to reconsider, if the omega couldn’t even have Kon look at him while he took the cup out of his costume.
‘Okay, you can turn back,’ he heard Tim say timidly.
Tim didn’t zip his pants all the way up, covering himself with the edge of his tunic. The cave had already warmed up enough from the fire Kon had started before and their combined breathes. Also, probably because Tim was hot all over, his face and neck burning.
Kon stared at him for a long moment.
‘Tim, are you...’ Kon started, but got cut off immediately.
‘If you ask me one more time if I’m sure, I swear I will deck you,’ Tim groveled.
‘Okay,’ Kon nodded, his hands shaking. ‘Okay, but if you change your mind, any moment, you can tell me to stop, okay?’
This time Tim wasn’t getting angry at him – he just nodded.
Okay, Kon could do this. For Tim. He could do this so the heat passes faster, and they would leave, and never speak of it again, even though Kon was destined to remember every moment of it.
Okay.
Kon started to move his TTK from his hand on Tim's knee and up. When he reached Tim's inner thighs, getting closer to his ass, Tim whimpered and shuddered, his legs opening. He looked up at Tim to see if he's changed his mind, but Tim's head was turned away and one hand clamped over his mouth, the second one digging fingers into the cape he was laying on.
Tim's legs fall apart even more when Kon's TTK brushed at his hole.
'Oh my god,' Kon heard Tim whimper.
Tim's scent was getting more and more intense with every moment. From where he was sitting, Kon could smell the omega's slick.
Tim was aroused, there was no distress in his smell.
That gave Kon courage to gently and slowly prob the omega's hole with his TTK. Meeting no resistance, he pushed into him - an amount of force not thicker than a finger.
At that, Tim's hips pushed up. He was making soft huffing noises under his breath and shuddered when Kon thrust his TTK in and out for the first time.
'That okay?' Kon asked, stopping.
'Yeah,' Tim huffed. 'Yeah, just... Need more. Please?'
Kon increased the girth of his TTK to two fingers. He started pushing it in and out in a steady rhythm and Tim couldn't stifle the moans anymore, moving his hips in a perfect sync with Kon.
Tim was so soft and nice, so undemanding, such a perfect omega. Kon wished he could see more of him, wished to have Tim for himself, wished it could have been different, wished Tim could have wanted him as his alpha.
Kon bit his tongue before any of that had a chance to spill. His mind was clouded by Tim's soft moans and the pheromones the omega was emitting.
He had no right to want that. He was just helping a friend, that all.
When Tim came, it was with a soft whimper he muffled by biting his lip and his eyes screwed shut, his back arching.
From the heavy smell in the air, Kon was sure that Tim's pants were all wet and uncomfortable, but he didn't dare offer to help him clean up.
What he did offer, instead, was his own jacket.
Tim took in gratefully and curled up on the floor, covering himself with the jacket and burying his face in it. Kon listened to his heart - not a few minutes later, it was beating steadily, and Tim was asleep.
Tim was laying there, relaxed and pliant - a perfect omega Kon didn't even know was one up until that day. Absolutely perfect for him, but also one he couldn't have.
Tim had never shown interest in alphas. He dates Stephanie when they were younger, and the only female Robin was an omega. Maybe Tim didn't want an alpha at all.
Kon's erection that he's gotten while watching the omega was going down, fast. He lay down on the ground, five feet away from Tim, his mood sour.
He managed to get it under control before Tim woke up for the next round of his heat acting up - Kon didn't want his heartbreak to be felt through his scent.
They did it again, Kon touching Tim with his TTK alone. It took two more rounds and over a day for Tim to come down from his heat and be able to travel. They left the cave together, Kon carrying Tim in his hands to get them to their destination faster, but they didn't speak.
And now, two weeks after, Tim was pretending that nothing happened between them at all, that nothing changed.
Kon knew that he would never forget what Tim looked and smelled like when he was in heat, but he tried to hide those memories deep in his heart.
Also, if it was easier for Tim, Kon would let him have it.
They still were best friends and Kon was sure they could overcome the awkwardness of it all after some time. And also maybe Kon could trample his crush on Tim, so it won't ruin their friendship even further.
He was sure that's how it was going to stay, but then Ra's al Ghul attacked the Titans crew when they were returning from a mission, tired and unsuspecting, and it all changed.