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Pete was not planning to be reckless with his reproductive health and safety, but like many things, it all comes down to Tankhun.
Taking suppressants all the time isn’t healthy for an omega, not if he wants to have kids one day, the manor’s doctor tells him, so once every few years he should go off them and have a full cycle. Pete doesn’t argue, even though he doesn’t think he ever wants kids, not really, because how can someone who has only known pain and abuse from his own family raise a child? And how is he ever supposed to find the time, with his job? But he has never been fond of arguing with authority, so he shuts up and takes the doctor’s advice.
He goes through all the steps, puts in a form to Chan, gets taken off the roster for a full two weeks, is told to stay in his rooms. Naturally, this means that the day before Pete’s heat is supposed to start, really start, when the flush of pre-heat might start creeping up on him any minute, is when Tankhun comes to his room, asking why hasn’t Pete been around, why has he been avoiding him, he has to go to Hum Bar to make it up to him!
And, well. Pete should probably tell him that he shouldn’t, that it’s probably not exactly safe. But Porsche is there too, and Pete hasn’t had a chance to tell him about his cycle because his friend has been holed up with Kinn, and he’s being goaded and pulled along, and. Pete never really has been a fan of arguing with authority.
He’s not in pre-heat yet, he thinks. He should be fine for one evening, Tankhun never stays too late anyways. Worst case scenario, he can excuse himself early.
Which is all fine and well until Pete has been at the bar for an hour, knocked down a few shots, and then suddenly he’s hot and sticky and slick is running down his legs.
Ah, shit, he thinks, and runs to the bathroom.
He is leaning over the sink, breathing hard and trying to think. This is probably why his doctor wanted him to have an unimpeded cycle, because suppressants can hurt you, introduce irregularities to your heats that wouldn’t be there otherwise. In Pete’s case, it seems he has skipped over pre-heat entirely, and his heat is right there, right around the corner and almost holding him fully in its clutches.
Pete tries to breathe in, once, twice, then gags at the strength of the scents around him, amplified now. He ducks out of the bathroom, into the hallway that heads out to the alley. He just needs to get some fresh air, so he can think about how to get home-
He crashes into a solid body.
His first reaction is a surprised inhale, which is a mistake. Before he can even register who it is, a wave of alpha, alpha, alpha slams into him, choking him in its scent. He stumbles back, confused and looks up to see who it is. He is met with the face of a startled Khun Vegas.
There’s a million thoughts in his head, most of them being his body screaming at him: ALPHA, ALPHA, ALPHA, FUCK HIM, GET KNOTTED, but amidst all the sensations, Pete’s rational brain is able to make out two things: His reaction to Khun Vegas, even as an alpha, is stronger than it should be, his scent all too strangely appealing, and that this is a very bad thing.
So, he pushes past Vegas and runs.
He slams the door open into the alley, stopping to take large gulps of fresh air. His head, he just needs to clear his head-
Suddenly, he can smell him again. He whips around and sees him standing there, red shirt unbutton, untucked, and as the captivating scent makes him dizzy again, all Pete can focus on is the way it falls open to reveal his skin and pecs-
He’s being backed into a wall, he’s vaguely aware. He draws his eyes up to meet Vegas’, and sees his own arousal and desperation reflected in them, reflected in the way the pupil swallows up all color.
“A dog of the main family, out of your-” He pauses, nostrils flaring, and suddenly there’s a nose pressed into Pete’s neck, hissing against his skin. “Fuck,” Vegas breathes against him.
Fuck, indeed, Pete vaguely thinks, brain almost entirely fog now. Vaguely, he thinks he hears something, like a malfunctioning appliance or an animal in pain: a long, drawn-out whine. Except, as Vegas pulls back to look into his face again, he realizes it was coming from himself.
“Fuck,” Vegas repeats again, and then suddenly, finally, Pete is being kissed.
There’s no finesse in the kiss, at least not on his side, his body driven entirely by instinct. He opens his mouth, goes pliant. Vegas’ tongue is in his mouth and he lets it do whatever it wants, keening when Vegas’ hand drops down to his hip, then his ass, feeling at the way his slick has completely soaked his pants now.
Suddenly, Vegas growls and Pete feels himself shiver, feels himself let out a whine as Vegas pulls back and turns him around with absolutely no regard for gentleness or being nice. There’s hands scrabbling at his belt and he can feel something grinding into him-
Yesssssssss, the omega part of his brain hisses and he grinds back, hard and desperate, letting himself release noises of distress. It’s a knot, it’s his alpha’s knot, why isn’t it in him-
Vegas manages to tear open his belt and then his pants are dropping down and suddenly, he’s exposed to the cold air. He whines, still grinding back, confused at why the knot still isn’t going in him, isn’t filling him up-
There’s another growl behind him and Pete stills, the sound reaching into his hindbrain and controlling his body. His head isn’t much more than alpha alpha knot now alpha but he forces himself to remain still, muscles quivering, trying his best not to make a sound as his alpha behind him tears off his own clothes-
Then suddenly, without any warning, he’s being shoved into.
The stretch is big and it hurts, and Pete knows he is trying to move away, hands scrabbling at the dirty wall. He doesn’t manage to get far, before there are hands on his hips moving him back and- oh. Everything is in him now, stretching him out, hollowing out a space for itself and it feels so good, so right. He feels himself gushing slick like some kind of demented theme park ride.
He mewls, pushes back against his alpha, trying to ask for more, more, before he’s immediately obliged, hips pulling out and slamming back in, leaving him scrambling to put his hands under himself so his face isn’t shoved into the dirty wall and its many diseases, and oh. Oh, oh, oh.
He’s aware that he’s making noises, little ah, ah, ahs as the pace he’s fucked at increases, as he starts being pounded against this wall, but it doesn’t matter. Pete thinks he might be flying, experiencing some state of altered consciousness because it feels so good, so right, his alpha’s dick filling him up and he’s going to get knotted and maybe even knocked up-
All of a sudden, he’s coming. His inner walls are clenching around the cock inside him and he’s riding a wave of ecstasy, being sent higher and higher into the stratosphere with each pulse.
His alpha is still fucking him and Pete tries to clench harder, whining at the thought that he might not be good enough, might not be able to make his alpha come-
Except, then he is. Pete feels hot cum shoot into his ass and lets out a pleased noise, happy that he’s going to be full-
But then the burgeoning knot is pulling out and the rest of his alpha’s seed is instead splattering on his ass, instead of inside him, where it should be.
Somehow, he manages to turn around, furious. He sees Vegas there, panting heavily, and makes a displeased noise, reaching for his soft cock, because he needs to put it back inside him, needs to be filled-
His hands are grabbed and pinned to the wall with a growl. Vegas’ face is right in front of him, snarling and angry. Pete tries to struggle, a bit, tries to push against the hands pinning him, but then Vegas growls again, leaning their foreheads against each other. Pete looks into his eyes, whines again. He needs to be full, doesn’t Vegas get it? And Vegas bares his teeth, and grits out, “Hotel.”
Hotel? Hotel? Oh! Pete thinks. Of course. He needs a nest, a safe nest, where his alpha can fuck him and he can raise his children. He can’t have pups in an alley.
He tilts his head back, showing his neck to Vegas, to show he understands. His alpha will take care of him, do what’s best for him, make sure he’s filled the way he deserves, Pete just needs to trust him. He feels a curl of pleasure in his belly at the purr his alpha lets out.
Before he releases his wrists, Vegas leans down and licks across his face, a long slow deep lick, a sign of ownership that makes Pete’s head spin. Then his hands are let down, but one of his wrists is still caught in an iron grip and he’s being dragged down the street.
The journey passes in a blur, Pete’s head still spinning and the heat under his skin climbing higher and higher. There’s a car that Vegas pushes him into, but he’s not allowed to do anything, just keeps himself frozen still and trembling. Finally, after what seems like an eternity but could have been only a minute, he’s being dragged back out and shoved through some fancy doors.
Vegas speaks to someone at a reception, and even though the other person smells of beta, Pete bares his teeth and drapes himself over Vegas. This is his alpha, who is going to breed him, and no one else can have him. Vegas’ hand rests in his hair, petting and pulling at it in turn, but Pete isn’t appeased until they’re walking away and going into an elevator.
As they go up, is when Pete really takes a deep breath and thinks about his alpha’s scent. It was strong before, dark and woodsy, but now it’s almost overpowering and he frowns, rubbing his face into his alpha’s neck and trying to figure it out. He takes another whiff, smells the sharp tang of something like desperation mixed with arousal and he realizes: oh! Oh! His alpha is in rut. He almost cheers at the realization because yes, this is what’s supposed to happen, he is in heat and his alpha is in rut and they’re going to be able to make sooooo many babies together-
The elevator stops and they’re running down the hallway and barreling through their door. Pete sees his alpha start to tear off his own shirt as soon as they go through and he hurries, running inside to where the bedroom is and ripping off his own clothes. He has to make this perfect, he has to-
He pulls down his pants and underwear in one move and leaves them on the ground, quickly hopping around to toe off his shoes and socks, and then throws himself onto the bed, naked, to present. (Because they have to do this properly, because Pete has to show that he’s a good omega, a worthy mate.)
He hears his alpha come in, agitated and growling, probably from not having Pete in his sight, and he gets on his knees, pushes his face into covers, and uses his hands to spread his cheeks, to present himself for the alpha.
There’s a spike in the scent in the room, a fresh surge of arousal and the bed is dipping underneath him, his alpha’s cock brushing against him once but missing, and Pete almost whines before-
It sinks inside him again, harsher this time, giving Pete no time to adjust or prepare. He wails and lets his hands fall underneath him to support him, except-
His hands are grabbed as soon as Pete tries to use them, his alpha holding onto them with a grip that will bruise and yanking them back with no regard for gentleness or kindness. Pete screams, Vegas starting to thrust into him at the same time, using his captive hands as leverage to pull him back, and oh. If he thought the previous fucking was good, this one is out of this world.
Vegas fucks into him with a frenzied kind of desperation that drives Pete insane. He vaguely registers that he’s making noises, that he’s wailing and screaming like a bitch in heat, but that’s what he is and it feels so so so good. His g-spot is getting battered with every thrust, a shooting spike of pleasure that’s pushing him higher and higher.
He comes with a guttural cry, his walls squeezing around the dick inside him, but his alpha isn’t finished quite yet.
He’s aware that he’s drooling into the covers, his face being pushed into his own wet spot with every thrust and he whines because the cock inside him is still going.
Suddenly, his hands are used to pull him back and lift him up to kneel. Pete mewls at the discomfort of it, the way his muscles pull and burn, but then his alpha shifts the grip on Pete’s hands to be one-handed and uses his other hand to reach around and wrap it around Pete’s throat. Pete lets out a sharp gasp at the pressure, and he feels his second orgasm approaching.
Vegas is grinding into him now and Pete almost cries as he feels the knot inside him swelling. The hand around his neck tightens, depriving him of air and Pete has an out of body experience, feeling himself almost lose consciousness at the same time as he comes. Finally, Vegas’ knot inside him pops, and Pete rides out his orgasm with warm seed being pumped inside him.
His throat is released and Pete sucks in air, grinding back against his alpha, trying to eke out every last drop of pressure and-
There’s a sudden sharp pain in his neck.
Pete screams as he feels the teeth sink into him and not let go, as the bond mark sets and solidifies. He feels suspended in a moment of agony as the rest of the world falls away and he feels himself connecting to Vegas, sensing him.
He loses consciousness, he thinks. There isn’t really another explanation for why one moment he’s kneeling on the bed and the next he’s in a warm bath, sitting in his alpha’s lap and his neck being licked at.
Pete feels sore all over, wrung out like he would be after a good workout, but he knows there’s something he has to do. He only has a limited amount of time until the next wave of his heat comes over him.
He wriggles out of his alpha’s grip, ignoring the growl this gets him. It quiets when he immediately comes back after turning around, nosing into Vegas’ neck.
Then he lets himself be guided by instinct and lets himself do what he’s supposed to do: he bites into Vegas’ neck, right into his mating gland, leaving his own mark on the alpha.
They spend the rest of the week in that hotel room, riding out both Pete’s heat and Vegas’ rut. There is a few hours of panic amidst the families when they realize both Vegas and Pete have gone missing, but it is quieted when they discover CCTV footage of the Hum Bar alley. Faintly, Pete thinks he recalls someone turning up at their door and Vegas snarling at them, almost ripping out their throat. He feels a curl of quiet happiness settle within him, that his alpha is protecting him and their nest so well.
Meanwhile, in their own little world, Vegas and Pete fuck from dusk till dawn. On their second day, Pete starts thinking that surely he cannot go another round, but Vegas proves him wrong again and again. He’s put through his paces, through every possible position known to man, fucked and bred within an inch of his life.
In the quiet moments, when the frenzy of their instincts starts to loosen its grasp, they cuddle and talk, a little bit. Some good, some bad, most of it private and only to be shared between the two of them. Pete uses the covers and spare bedding and the rest of their clothes to build a nest, just for them, and preens when Vegas gives it an approving nod. When they fuck in it, Pete feels a giddiness he hasn’t known in years, amplified by the fact that it is also being felt on the other side of the bond.
And even though they never meant for this to happen, that it really was just an unfortunate accident, something starts to develop there, something small and precious and only between them. Perhaps, after the dust settles, they will have to deal with the consequences that a bond and breeding entails, and will get to face their fears and challenge their demons together.
But for now, they just have really good sex.