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It’s a random Tuesday morning when Miguel walks into the control room and finds a singular red rose on his panel.
He stares at the plant in confusion, at first wondering where the hell it even came from, but then wondering who put it there.
The Multi-Verse is indeed a concept that many know frighteningly little about. Miguel O’Hara was not the first to learn of it but was definitely one of the first to learn how to travel among the universes without glitching out of existence. His studies have expanded over the last few years, finding so many key differences from each and every universe and yet also similarities.
One of those things was - while distastefully named - the Omega-Verse.
And that’s just a simple way to call it.
Frankly, about fifty percent of the Multi-Verse is a victim of this Omega-Verse. Humans - and other various species, Miguel learned - suffer from the dynamic that is the Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. About ten percent of that fifty percent only have Alphas and Omegas, and unfortunately, Miguel is part of that ten percent.
He never exactly questioned it growing up how odd his second sex was, but why would he? It was normal in his home world. An extra gift, some would say.
Now that he knows better, he’d say it’s a curse.
Whether he’s talking about the physical aspect or the social aspect is the question.
After traveling the Multi-Verse, he realized his universe definitely has it better than most. His horror at seeing the countless versions of this dynamic where the social hierarchy was absolute garbage still amuses Lyla to this day. He could never understand how Alphas were fueled with so much aggression, constantly seeking Omegas but in the worst ways possible. All the violence, the assaults, the abuse - it almost broke Miguel’s heart.
His universe isn’t perfect, no, but it’s not that bad.
Yet, a common thread danced through most (if not all) of these universes - the concept of courting.
How often said courting happened varied between these worlds, but the concept was still there, still being held by those who respected their dynamics. Miguel was no stranger to courting, having gone through it himself a few times in his life.
So seeing this rose on his desk makes that second sex in him perk with curiosity, clawing at him to see if this really is a courting gift.
Looking around the control room, he finds it empty like always. His eyes narrow as he approaches the lone plant, lifting it delicately and finding all the thorns torn off. How sweet. The rose smells lovely, but it overpowers the scent of whoever left it here. It makes him growl in annoyance, but it doesn’t crush away the feeling of flattery bubbling in his chest.
It makes him sick.
Forcing down the smidge of heat blooming in him, he crushes the rose and tosses it away, shaking his head in disgust. He has no time for some pathetic crush. He has a Multi-Verse to watch over right now. This will just cause issues.
Besides, it’s been years since he’s accepted a mate, and he’s going to keep that trend going.
Yet, as the weeks pass, he keeps receiving a new rose every few days, just as pretty as the first. He crushes each and every one, even going as far as to leave the evidence in view to ward off the mystery courter. It doesn’t work.
“Lyla, bring up the camera footage from this morning,” Miguel orders, throwing away the ruined petals onto the floor below.
His AI glitches into view, staring down at the petals with a frown. “Miguel, don’t you think you’re being harsh?”
Miguel looks at her sharply, taken aback. “What?”
Lyla crosses her arms. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with giving this mysterious courter a chance!”
Miguel feels betrayed. “You know who they are? Tell me right now.”
She pouts. “But that would ruin the courtship! It’s not fair if I just told you, now would it?”
“Lyla.”
“Nope! My lips are sealed!” she states, drawing a line over her lips.
He growls lowly. “I don’t have time to be stalked by some rando.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not stalking. They’re just gifts! You can’t hate having a relationship that much!”
Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t, but-”
“Then trust me when I say you should accept the rose and see what happens,” Lyla demands, crossing her arms and leveling him with a hard stare. “It can’t hurt, y’know? It’s never nice to be lonely all the time.”
Miguel wants to argue but he knows she’s right. It does suck being alone all the time, but that’s just because he lost his last mate - or, who was supposed to be his mate. His heart aches as he thinks of Dana, his fiance he had planned to spend the rest of his life with. She was everything he wanted in a mate and they were ready to become mates on their wedding night, but they never even got that far. With his DNA spliced and the horrors of Spider-Man life taking him over, he wasn’t willing to bring her into it.
In the end, it didn’t matter. She was dead now and it was all his fault.
When he found his alternate self all those years ago, happily married and mated with Dana and with a lovely daughter, Miguel couldn’t help but watch their lives play out almost every second of the day, wishing he had that with his own love. When that Miguel died, he was weak. Selfish. He just had to know how it felt.
And he killed his love all over again.
Miguel leans heavily against the panel, the pain blooming in his heart once more. Lyla glitches around for a few moments, watching him closely. She sighs and tries to pat his head but he obviously can’t feel it. “You deserve to be happy, too.”
Maybe those words are what gets him to keep the next rose that appears on his desk the next morning.
While he’s still not entirely sure who is leaving him these gifts, he can’t help but feel excited at the mystery of it. Most courtships in his universe are meant to be mysterious, mainly to let those leaving the gifts down easy if the other isn’t ready for a relationship or wanting one at the moment. It’s common courtesy to leave the other alone if they reject the gift which was why Miguel was so annoyed at the constant sight of roses. Clearly, whoever is courting him is not from his home world.
That does spark some anxiety given his early theory with canon events, but Miles and Gwen are seemingly hitting it off and their universes are still very much intact. Maybe it’s not as bad as Miguel thought it would be.
Besides, if Lyla is confident he will like the result, maybe he should just let the cards play out.
A few days after Lyla insisted he gives this a chance, he finds a basket of homemade pastries inside. He’s taken aback and asks Lyla if they’re poisoned just to be sure. She laughs in his face and promises the basket is from his secret admirer. The pastries are quite delicious, he admits.
After that, the gifts keep coming.
Miguel is certain at this point given the themes of these gifts that this secret admirer is fully aware of Miguel’s second sex.
“Did you tell anyone?” Miguel accuses Lyla as he looks over the rather fluffy blanket he found on his desk, running his fingers through the soft fluff gently.
Lyla snorts. “Well… maybe? But they asked!”
Miguel bares his teeth at her. “You’re not supposed to reveal sensitive information about me!”
“Not my fault they couldn’t tell!”
Well, that is a fair point.
Miguel was rather shocked to learn that in most universes, Alphas and Omegas couldn’t control the scent they gave off. Pheromones were an unconscious thing to happen, growing in power when one was feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions. It was how Alphas were able to tell who was an Omega.
And basically how they caught a case.
Miguel’s universe, on the other hand, was not that easy.
Much to his dismay, Miguel is an Omega.
It’s not really a huge deal in his home world, but after traveling the Multi-Verse, he’s become rather self-conscious of the fact. Omegas are seen as weaker, the lowest of the low, only meant to serve Alphas and provide the next generation of pups. Miguel is fully aware of the overwhelming mass of Alphas in his Spider Society and is not willing to let them know about his second sex. The last thing he needs is for these Alphas to possibly try and use their status over his own.
It’s horribly common where they’re all from.
In order to hide this from them, he keeps his pheromones hidden completely. Almost everyone in his home world did, only giving off their scent to those close to them or possible partners wanting to court. It was an intimate act. Something Miguel takes very seriously.
“So they’re an Alpha?” Miguel asks slowly, staring down at the blanket. It has a scent to it, something warm and sweet. A hint of wood and syrup. He doesn’t recognize this combination.
“Is that bad?” Lyla asks softly, clearly prying into how he feels about all this.
Miguel considers the question.
There’s a similarity between his universe and others in the sense of mating for life. However, they are done completely differently. In other worlds, a mating bond is done through a bite, sealing them together for the rest of their lives. Through this bond, they are unable to mate with anyone else. If they do, they will suffer severe pain from their bite. Sometimes, they can’t even have proper sex with anyone but their mate. He’s seen Alphas abuse this, never letting Omegas bite them but biting Omegas instead, dooming them for life.
It’s absolutely sickening.
Miguel’s world, however, is less physical. Mating for life is more of an emotional thing, with both mates forming such a close bond that the mere idea of being with anyone else is sickening, but not physically impossible. Miguel never reached that emotional level with Dana, but he sure was damn close. It still makes him ill at the idea of being with someone else, but he can at least work towards it. Move on and such.
“No,” Miguel finally answers, pressing his nose into the blanket. It… feels nice. The warm scent is very calming, he learns. It eases the tension out of his shoulders and makes his eyes flutter shut. The Omega part in him practically melts, already deciding this will be a new part of his nest. He may have no idea who is behind these gifts but damn do they have great taste.
When he looks up, Lyla is smiling softly at him. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just nice to see you happy.”
“Someone’s in a good mood.”
Miguel looks up from his meal, spotting Peter B. Parker strolling into the control room without a care in the world. Miguel swallows his mouthful of homemade empanadas he had received in a small gift box this morning, tucking it away under his desk and out of sight. “What do you want, Parker?”
“Sheesh, I thought we were friends, Miguel!” Peter grins, swinging up onto his platform. “What’re you hiding?”
Miguel growls lowly. “Nothing.”
Peter holds up his hands, chuckling. “Hey, I’m just curious. No need to bring out the fangs.”
“What do you want?”
Peter rolls his eyes. “Just wanted to check on you. Is that a crime?”
“Yes.”
“Drama queen,” Peter huffs, leaning against the panel. His gaze grows curious again, looking Miguel up and down. “Y’know, you look less tense.” God, Lyla said the same thing. Repeatedly. “Someone got a special someone?”
Miguel looks at him sharply, immediately growing suspicious. Does Peter also know who’s been leaving him his gifts for the last month? Maybe he can get something out of him. “Actually, yes,” he says carefully, trying to sound casual. “I… met someone last night.”
He expects Peter to get excited, to say “Oh! Was it-” and drop the name of who’s been doing all of this, but Peter’s eyes narrow, a forced grin on his face. “Oh, really? How sweet.”
Now he’s confused. Peter looks upset now. Why would he be upset? Does he know Miguel didn’t see his admirer specifically? Shit, he hopes not. What if Peter told them…
Miguel’s train of thought halts, a strange smell hitting him. Peter looks away, seeming deep in thought, but he’s shifting nervously. Miguel stiffens, a soft wash of wood and syrup hitting him so suddenly. The same smell that currently resides in his nest.
“Oh, gotta bounce!” Peter suddenly says, holding up his watch. “MJ needs something. See ya!” And then he’s gone.
Miguel stands there for several minutes, lost in his own conflicting thoughts. Peter? How could his secret admirer be Peter? He’s married! He has a child! He’s fully aware Peter is an Alpha given his universe was one of the first he saw with that dynamic oh so many years ago, so given his current family situation, he’s mated! There’s no way he’s the one, right?
Besides, some of the items he got don’t have that scent. They smell warm and sweet and like honey. Nothing like Peter! Well… almost. It was so faint, but he did smell honey on him.
What could that mean?
“Miguel,” Lyla breaks through his troubled thoughts, hovering in front of him with a worried frown. “You okay?”
“Peter is…” Miguel trails off, frowning. “He smells like…”
Lyla’s frown turns into a slight smile, shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah.”
The confirmation hits him like a train, the air leaving his lungs from the shock of it. Peter really was the one courting him all along? How? What about MJ? Does she know? They’re still together, aren’t they? Oh God, what does any of this mean?
The screens shut down around him, yanking him out of his thoughts. Lyla sighs, crossing her arms. “Go to your nest. Calm down.”
Miguel wants to argue but the anxiety is beginning to creep up at him. He swallows down his pride and nods in agreement, heading to his private quarters not far from the control room. He deactivates his suit once he locks the door, his room full of many different scents that immediately begin to calm his nerves. He crawls onto his bed, settling down on his side with a happy sigh. He tugs that fluffy blanket over his body, nuzzling deep into his collection of pillows.
Why Omegas are made fun of this in some universes, he’ll never know.
It’s seen as an honor to even glimpse an Omega’s nest, let alone be allowed in it.
The next morning, Miguel is surprised to find Peter waiting for him at his panel, the Alpha shifting on his feet idly as he waits. His face lights up when he sees Miguel, his usual charming smile back on his face. Miguel almost feels flustered. “Morning, Miguel! We, uh… we need to talk.”
“Yes,” Miguel agrees, swinging up to his platform to tower over the man. It’s almost comical their height difference given their second sexes. Miguel has found that other universe Alphas tend to be larger than their Omegas. Size wasn’t really a big deal in his home world.
Peter looks up at him though, gaze soft and curious. “So… about yesterday-”
“I didn’t…” Miguel starts, his voice quiet. “I didn’t see anyone… the other night.”
Peter’s eyes light up, his smile growing someone. “Seriously?”
“Mhm.”
“Well… um, so… those gifts…” Peter starts, trailing off with an awkward cough.
Miguel’s heart beats faster. “So they were you?”
Peter bites his lip, looking sheepish. “Well… me and MJ, actually.”
Now that hits Miguel harder than the realization it was Peter all along.
He stares down at him, completely taken aback. MJ, too? Was she the warm, sweet honey-like scent mixed in with all the food he was given? Does that mean Miguel was just courted by two people at once? Two people who were married?
“Lyla?” his voice breaks at the end, desperately needing confirmation. She wouldn’t lie to him about this.
“He’s telling the truth,” she says, blinking up between the two. “You, sir, were just courted by two Alphas!”
Miguel’s mind blanks.
Two Alphas?
MJ’s an Alpha?!
It’s not exactly unheard of that Alpha partners have successful relationships, but how in the absolute hell did they have Mayday then? Last time Miguel checked, female Alphas can’t get pregnant! Is that another difference between universes? Miguel’s brain feels as if it’s about to implode…
“Maybe we should talk somewhere more private,” Peter says softly, pulling up his watch. “MJ’s waiting for me at home. You wanna come over and talk?”
At first, he’s frightened at the idea of going to their house. Not because he thinks they’ll try and hurt him or take advantage of him (not that he would allow it), but because it would mean confronting what has been going on for the last month. Miguel wasn’t sure if he was ready to have a new partner, but now there’s a possibility of two partners? Both Alphas? How is he supposed to react to that?
But he spots Lyla giving him an encouraging smile, so he swallows his nerves and nods. “Yes. That would be… good.”
Peter and MJ’s house is messy.
Baby toys litter the living room floor along with unfinished drawings and leftover webs hanging from the ceiling, most likely from her swinging about. Miguel sits awkwardly stiff and straight on the couch, watching the two Alphas as they sit on the coffee table directly in front of him.
MJ is just as pretty as always. He’s met her a few times from a distance, exchanging very few words. It might be why he’s so surprised she also courted him. They hardly knew one another. Peter made a little more sense given they see each other often, not to mention how touchy the man is. He looks more nervous than MJ does which is rather interesting.
“How did you find out?” Miguel asks suddenly, fingers digging into his knees. It’s a good thing his claws retract when he touches himself. “About… about me being an Omega?”
Peter runs a hand through his hair, looking sheepish again. “Well… I was looking through some files and found out your universe is also an Alpha and Omega dynamic, but without the Betas which is interesting.”
“Peter,” MJ murmurs.
“Right right,” Peter straightens, looking nervous. “I had asked Lyla but she wouldn’t tell me, which is… sort of a sign that you’re an Omega.”
Miguel’s eyes narrow. “How so?”
Peter waves his hands. “W-Well, because in our universe, Omegas tend to hide their status as to avoid douchebags. No scents or confirmations is either a sign of being a Beta or Omega, and since your universe has no Betas…”
Miguel bares his fangs. “I hid it because of how appalling Alphas are in other universes.”
Surprisingly, neither looked offended. “Understandable,” MJ hums, hands folded over her lap. “Mind if I ask? You don’t smell like anything… does your universe not have pheromones?”
He wasn’t exactly expecting that question. “Er- no, we do. We can just control them.”
“Dude, that explains a lot,” Peter groans. “I was so confused…”
“Nothing new,” MJ comments.
“Anyway,” Peter snips, shooting her a playful glare, “I found this out, like, a year ago.” Miguel makes a noise of surprise at that. “Now, for a while now, we’ve been discussing opening our marriage,” Peter continues, rubbing the back of his neck. “But we wanted someone to share. We don’t really care about status and all, so we weren’t actively looking for an Omega.”
MJ sets a hand on his arm. “When I first met you though… I don’t know, I just felt something.”
“Which was a huge relief ‘cause I was totally attracted to you,” Peter laughs.
Miguel feels his face heat up, brain whirling at the new information. MJ’s smile is so sweet, watching him closely. “We discussed it for a long time, the possibility of bringing you into our arrangement. But we were concerned given your history that you wouldn’t want this, so… we went to Lyla for help.”
Of course it was Lyla. He clenches his jaw, keeping his comments to himself. Peter chuckles, looking down at his hands briefly. “She told us all about your universe, how your courting works and what is to be expected. Here, courting is much more direct. Y’know, ask the parents, take the other on dates. Flowers could be a thing if you’re into that.”
“Lyla told us that it would be better to keep it anonymous for the time being,” MJ continues, her hand wrapping around Peter’s. “Give you time to open up to the idea of being in a relationship. She was rather confident this would all work out, so we trusted her.”
Miguel definitely needs to have a word with his AI.
“So…” Peter says, squeezing MJ’s hand, “what’re you thinking?”
MJ holds up her other hand. “Please don’t feel pressured to be with us. I know this is a lot to take in…”
Miguel stares at them, trying to wrap his head around the matter. So they opened their relationship about a year and a half ago and have been searching for a third partner they both would love? Peter had been attracted to him even before he found out he was an Omega? MJ became instantly attracted to him at first glance? They’ve been getting advice from the one person who knew him best and have been leaving him gifts this whole time? Courting him in his universe’s way instead of their own, just to make sure he was comfortable?
God, what was he supposed to say?
How was he supposed to react to the warm bubbling feeling in his chest? He hasn’t felt like this since he found out Dana was courting him.
Could he really have this?
“I…” Miguel starts, unsure of what to say. “I really like your cooking, MJ.”
MJ and Peter exchange a glance before MJ’s face splits into a smile. “Oh yeah? Would you like to stay for dinner then?”
Miguel nods slowly. “I… would like that, yes…”
The last few months have been… nice.
Despite his hesitance to enter this relationship with the two of them, they were very patient and understanding, moving at his pace. They continue to shower him with homemade food and a few gifts here and there, all of which are now tucked away in his nest. Every once in a while, Peter might hug him from behind, place a quick kiss on his shoulder. Only for a few seconds though. MJ will reach over and grab his hand, rub her thumb along his knuckles gently. Their smiles are always so soft, gazes so loving.
It… doesn’t make him feel sick.
In fact, he quite likes the touches.
He finds himself craving it more and more, but he doesn’t have the courage to reach out himself.
During the week of his heat at his three-month mark, he spent the entire time wishing the two of them were there.
He almost begged Lyla to get them for him, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that.
Not until he was actually ready.
He ended up getting a lot more homemade food during the last few days of his heat, but he never got to see them. It was probably for the best.
Alphas in every universe has a hard time controlling themselves around Omegas in heat. That’s just a fact.
Even after his heat, they keep their slow pace, waiting for him to be ready. It almost makes him want to scream.
While a part of him loves how understanding they are, another part of him wants them to make the first move, pin him against the nearest surface and make him theirs’. Maybe it’s because Dana did something similar to that. When he made it clear to her he was interested, ready to start something with her, she was very eager to pin him up against the nearest wall and kiss him until his knees were crumbling under him. She was much shorter than him yet still had to ability to keep him where she wanted him.
He wonders if she still could with his spider strength in the picture.
Now he can’t stop wondering how it’d feel to be manhandled by two Alphas.
God, he’s wrapped around their fingers.
“Alright, boys, I say we put May to bed and put on a movie,” MJ states, putting the last of the dishes away. Peter tosses the drying towel over his shoulder, grinning and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Miguel watches them fondly, looking down at Mayday as she tugs at the buttons of his shirt, babbling nonsense as he holds her in place. She grins sleepily at him, her bushy red hair tickling his chin. She’s turning two soon. He still can’t believe how long it’s been.
Peter takes Mayday to bed while MJ leads Miguel to the living room, pulling out blankets and pillows to create a makeshift bed on the floor. She sends Miguel to pick out a movie while she goes to change into pjs. He sorts through their movies for a few minutes, having never seen a movie in years. Probably since he became an adult. Even then, these are all old movies in his timeline, so he hasn’t seen any of them anyway. He ends up picking a movie called ’Aliens.’ It looks interesting enough.
They settle on the blankets and pillows with MJ on his right and Peter on his left. Miguel sits straight for a while, unsure if he should cuddle into them or not. Should he hold their hands? Is it appropriate? It has been quite a few months since they started all of this. Surely it would be okay, right?
He stiffens when a hand cups the back of his neck briefly before those fingers trail into his hair, scratching gently. He relaxes instantly, a soft rumble escaping his chest. He hears Peter snort softly next to him while he leans more into MJ’s hand, craving the touch desperately. Somehow, he ends up with his head in her lap, hardly paying attention to the movie as she cards her fingers through his hair. Peter scoots closer, draping Miguel’s legs over his lap so he’s more comfortable.
They stay like that for the rest of the movie. Peter occasionally trails his fingertips along his legs, making him shiver as he imagines where those fingers could go. He nuzzles into MJ's stomach, surrounding himself with her sweet scent. His head almost feels fuzzy from all the affection, having been deprived of it for too long.
Then a thought strikes him.
"How did you have May?" he asks softly, peering up at MJ sleepily.
She looks surprised by the question, tilting her head in confusion. "Oh, I… gave birth to her?"
"How?" Miguel asks, now confused at well. MJ and Peter share a look and he quickly clarifies. "Female Alphas can't get pregnant."
MJ's eyes widen. "They can't in your universe?"
"Oh wow," Peter half laughs. "That is, uh, quite a difference."
Miguel frowns at them. "It's one of the two key differences between Alphas and Omegas. Only Omegas have uteruses."
MJ runs a hand through her hair, looking amazed. "Wow. That's… well, here, female Alphas still have a uterus. It's just… not as likely to get pregnant. Same goes for male Omegas."
"Really?"
"Both hold the highest chance of miscarriage," Peter explains. "Mayday truly was a miracle."
Miguel hums thoughtfully. "Interesting… I never thought that was possible."
They go back to watching the movie while Miguel nuzzles her stomach once more. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to carry a child. While he had Gabriella for a short while, it wasn't the same as carrying his own. A part of him wishes he got to understand that feeling with Dana.
Was it possible with these two?
Surely not.
But maybe…
He feels Peter's fingers trailing gently scratches along his outer thigh, edging just along the ends of his shorts. Miguel sneakily angles his hips, twisting his legs slowly enough for Peter not to notice. His touches trail along the front of his thigh now, making him shiver at the touch. Maybe… if he just went a little further…
Okay, maybe spreading his legs ever so slightly wasn't the best choice. Peter's hands freeze, finally noticing what Miguel was doing. His heart races, prepared to be thrown out or yelled at or something because he disrupted the peace with his own touch-starved, mildly horny needs-
-but then Peter's hands are smoothing along his inner thighs, pushing up the edges of his shorts ever so slightly.
MJ's fingers continue to run through his hair, her other hand sliding up to brush her knuckles along his cheek. He hums happily at their touches, peering up at them to find they are no longer paying attention to the end of the movie, eyes solely focused on him. He almost curls away from the attention, but MJ's pressing a thumb to his bottom lip and tugging gently, urging him to part his lips.
Then she's leaning down and… and she kisses him.
God, when was the last time he kissed someone?
She cups the back of his head to keep his neck from straining, lips moving ever so gently against his, tongue prodding just enough for him to sigh and part his lips, moving so sweet and slow.
Peter's hands have gotten more daring, trailing under his shorts and gently scratching the sensitive parts of his inner thighs. He whimpers just slightly against MJ's lips, his legs spreading further at the prodding. Yes, yes, he's been wanting this for a while now.
And to further prove he wants this, he lets his pheromones fly.
”Fuck, Migs," Peter curses softly, his grip suddenly turning bruising around his hips. Miguel groans low in his throat at the feeling, struggling to focus as MJ kisses him harder, seeming just as affected as Peter is.
Before he can react, Peter is shoving his shorts off, placing himself between his legs. He gasps when MJ pulls away, looking up at the two with wide eyes. This is really happening, right? He's been wanting this for so long and it's finally happening.
He moans softly when Peter's hand cups his pelvis, fingers brushing over the wet spot forming on his underwear, but Oeter pauses. His brows furrow and he presses down again, confused. "Um… do you not have a cock?"
MJ looks up at that while Miguel makes a noise of confusion. "Why would I?" God, is that his voice? He already sounds wrecked.
Peter meets MJ's eyes for a second and he makes an "oh duh!" face. "Oh, right right. Are you, uh…?"
It takes Miguel a moment to realize what he's asking. "No, I'm not trans."
Now MJ looks confused but more curious. "What is your universe's anatomy like?"
Miguel huffs, wiggling his hips in Peter's grip. "It, uh… it's easy. Alphas have cocks, Omegas have vaginas."
That look is back on Peter's face again. "Ohh, okay. That explains why I don't feel a cock."
"Male Omegas have cocks," MJ explains, shifting around so she's seated behind Miguel, his head still in her lap.
His eyes widen. "Really? That's weird."
Peter snorts at his response. "Okay, buddy." His hands scoot lower and those fingers are pressing more insistently against his lips, making him moan softly. Peter's grin widens, circling his fingers around his opening. "That's it, big guy…"
"You smell wonderful," MJ murmurs, her fingertips trailing along his neck. She brushes along his scent glands, making him shiver. "God, this has an effect on me."
"Same," Peter whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his pelvis. Then he's mouthing along his clothed pussy and Miguel is rocking his hips up, whining low in his throat. Fuck, he forgot this feeling long ago. "I'm not gonna be able to wait," Peter warns, shifting back enough to tear off Miguel's underwear. He hardly has time to react before Peter is back on him, tongue diving between his lips and straight into his dripping cunt.
Miguel gasps and digs his claws into the blankets below, trying to rock his hips only for Peter to grab them and pin him down. Fuck, that spider strengh is paying off right now. MJ's hands are much gentler, sliding down his neck and under his shirt, brushing over his nipples teasingly. He whines at the feeling, twisting beneath them as they continue to make his body thrum with pleasure.
"So vocal," MJ comments softly, watching Miguel closely as his face twists with desire. "Have you ever been with two Alphas at once, love?" He shakes his head immediately, thoughts beginning to turn to slush. She grins, pressing her thumbs down hard into his nipples. "This should be fun."
His spine tingles with excitement at her words. Peter groans against him, tongue sliding eagerly against his walls. His fingers dig into his hips, keeping him in place as he practically devours him. Miguel can’t help but whine, his body trembling from all the pleasure. He hardly ever touches himself, usually keeping that for when he goes into heat. It’s been a long time since he just enjoyed the feeling of pleasure, especially with someone else giving it to him. Now he has two people - Alphas, specifically - giving it to him? He’s almost overwhelmed.
His brain doesn’t catch up with the fact MJ is moving around until she’s hovering over him, completely naked now. “Open up, love,” she murmurs, her legs framing his head as she positions herself over him, balancing herself with her hands against his chest. Miguel is confused for a moment given the position until he finally looks up and notices just how different her anatomy is from his female Alphas on Earth-928.
While she does indeed have a cock like all Alphas should, she also has a vagina directly behind it. That explains how the hell she got pregnant then. He’s a bit intimidated, however, unsure of what to do. Given he’s only ever had one Alpha partner, he’s never actually given oral to a pussy before. It can’t be that hard though, right? Peter’s still going at him. Maybe he can copy his movements.
She hovers just barely above his nose, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Mildly distracted by Peter’s tongue thrusting in and out of him, Miguel reaches up to grip her thighs and lift his head to drag his tongue between her folds. Encouraged by her breathy moan, he laps his tongue repeatedly between her lips, teasing the tip of his tongue against her hole. Her nails dig into his chest, thighs tensing under his grip. He forces the fog from his head, focusing on pleasuring her as much as Peter is to him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Peter breathes out a minute later, lifting his head away from between Miguel’s legs. He can’t see him but he’s certain he’s watching the two of them, the way MJ grinds her hips down ever so slightly against his tongue. Miguel can barely breathe but he doesn’t really mind, his head fuzzy from all the stimulations. He makes a noise deep in his throat when two fingers suddenly slide into him a little too easily, stroking his walls and thrusting gently. “Shit, it’s been a while since I’ve had an Omega. Forgot how wet they get.”
“You’ve been with an Omega before?” MJ muses, her voice not sounding nearly as wrecked as Miguel thought it would.
“Once or twice,” Peter chuckles, and suddenly that tongue is back, flicking teasingly over his clit. Miguel’s hips jerk at the touch, moaning against MJ’s own wet cunt. She gasps at the feeling and her hips jerk down, forcing his tongue into her opening. He can’t help but dig his claws into her thighs, gasping when she suddenly pulls off of him, his hands pinned at his sides. It takes him a second for his muddled brain to catch up, catching the sight of blood dripping down her thighs.
“Shit!” he jerks up, dread filling him at the sight. “MJ, I-I-”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Peter whispers, suddenly there and holding his face with his free hand. He realizes a moment later his fingers are still in him, stroking gently and pushing that dread away. “It’s okay, Migs. She’s okay. I’ve done worse to her,” he teases, pressing their foreheads together to make sure Miguel is looking at him and not her. “She’ll be right back.”
Miguel can’t help the whimper that slips out, torn between wanting to help her and wanting Peter to keep going. The hand against his cheek slips behind his neck, pressing gently until his head tilts up and they’re kissing. Miguel’s worry fizzles away, groaning softly as their lips move together desperately. While MJ’s kiss was slow and sweet and warm, Peter is far more demanding. Teeth nip at his lips and that tongue pushes insistently against his own. Miguel leans heavily against his elbows, that fuzzy feeling wrapping around his brain once more.
He’s squirming under Peter by the time MJ comes back, grinding down onto his fingers (three, now) eagerly, his gut twisting and close to snapping. Peter is nuzzling the side of his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin when MJ settles down beside them, watching them with lust-filled eyes. “This is quite a lovely sight.”
Peter chuckles against his skin, lifting his head to look at her. “You okay?”
“Just a few scratches,” she hums, reaching down to brush Miguel’s bangs back. He leans into her touch, looking up at her with an apology on the tip of his tongue. She hushes him before he can even speak, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “No harm, love. Are you feeling good?”
“Mhm,” he nods, his face hot.
“Good,” she purrs, looking back at Peter. “I think you teased him long enough.” Miguel growls softly when Peter’s fingers pull away, suddenly feeling very empty. It’s a feeling he’s used to and he absolutely does not want to feel it right now. MJ grabs his attention again, her eyes curious. “Miguel, listen closely. Are you able to get pregnant right now?”
He’s confused by the question at first. “No… no. Only during my heats.”
The smirks that grace their faces sends an excited chill down his body.
Hardly a minute later and Miguel’s legs are pressed close to his chest, trembling at the way Peter drags his cock teasingly along his folds. It’s infuriating but amazing at the same time, his body aching for him to fuck him already. He can’t voice it, however, too busy kissing MJ a little awkwardly. She had settled behind him with his back to her chest, curled a little awkwardly between the two so his head rests on her shoulder. It works, however, distracting him enough from the teasing grind.
But not distracting enough when that cock finally breaches him.
”Fuck!” he gasps out against her lips, eyes shooting open at the torturous slide. Peter’s groan barely makes it to his ears, too overwhelmed from finally having a cock in him. It has definitely been too long. He’s too sensitive, already clenching eagerly around him and feeling that band snap. He whines and claws at the blankets below, body shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Peter had stilled above him, hands rubbing his thighs in soothing circles. MJ murmurs soft praises into his ear, her lips trailing up and down his neck, nipping softly at his glands. He whimpers, struggling to look up at Peter.
Then his hips are moving and Miguel can do nothing but take it, head falling back against MJ’s shoulder. Peter’s cock is more long than thick, but it still stretches him just right. Everything feels so hot and good, hardly hearing the two Alphas as they murmur to one another. Peter’s grinding so slowly into him, that ache coming back once more. He wants him to go harder, pin him down and make him take it. Of course, he’ll never say that out loud.
“Oh fuck- shock! Shock- Peter, please! Harder!”
Okay, he might.
Peter grins down at him, so close now that if he just lifted his head he could kiss him again. “Oh? Is someone getting desperate?”
“Peter,” MJ chides gently, her own hands circling MIguel’s torso and stroking his heated skin. “Don’t tease him. He’s been so good, hasn’t he?”
Peter’s eyes darken with desire, huffing out a soft laugh as he leans back, grabbing Miguel’s hips and snapping his own hard against his. Miguel cries out, turning to hide his face into MJ’s neck as pleasure shoots through him. Peter doesn’t hold back, pounding hard and fast into him just as Miguel wanted. A slew of Spanish curses escape his lips, his fangs pressing against MJ’s neck but not biting down. He doesn’t want to paralyze her, of course.
Her hand trails down his toned stomach, skilled fingers pressing down against his swollen clit and rubbing in hard circles. Fuck, these two are gonna be the death of him, he can tell. He’s not sure if he’s sensitive because of his lack of sexual activity or because they’re just this good. Either way, he can feel that tightness coiling again, walls clenching desperately around Peter’s thick cock. His orgasm shocks him, waves of pleasure washing over him as, despite his current state, they continue what they’re doing.
”Es demasiado! I-I can’t-” Miguel croaks out, his body shaking from the overstimulation.
“You can take it,” MJ murmurs against his ear, lips tracing the edge of it. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You can keep going, yes?”
“He can,” Peter grunts out, sounding a little wrecked as he fucks into him, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re nowhere near done with you, big guy.” Miguel squirms and whines loudly at their words, unable to deny them. Everything feels too good to stop. He wants to be good for them. He can keep going. He will.
It’s not long before he can feel the thrusting beginning to lag, eyes widening as Peter’s knot stretches him even further, locking them together as he fills him up with a punched-out moan. Peter falls forward a bit, his forehead resting against Miguel’s chest as he continues to cum for so long, making Miguel feel so warm and full. MJ peppers him with kisses, whispering into his skin how good he was, that he’s such a good little Omega for them. It makes him preen in his afterglow, trapped in the fog that has taken over his mind.
“Holy shit…” Peter breathes out, looking flushed and satisfied. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Miguel. So good…”
MJ chuckles against his skin, pressing a teasing bite to his glands. “Getting me excited, Peter.”
Oh shit, Miguel didn’t think about that.
He doesn’t resist, however, as they manhandle him into a new position. Peter’s softening knot tugs out of him and he whines at the loss, too dazed to focus on anything but how empty he feels. He’s placed on his knees, face nestled into the blankets as a pair of softer hands grip his hips, another cock teasing at his folds before pushing in. He arches at the feeling, gasping for air as MJ bottoms out inside him. She’s not as long as Peter but she’s a smidge thicker, stretching him so good. Unlike how Peter had taken his sweet time, she wastes no time in trapping him in a bruising grip and thrusting in and out of him without mercy.
Miguel feels the blanket tear under his claws, his fangs joining them as he melts into the feeling. Peter is sitting near his head, watching with a lazy grin as his wife fucks the last coherent thoughts from Miguel’s head. Her breasts press against the middle of his back as she leans forward, one hand circling his hips and diving between his legs, rubbing at his swollen clit once more. He cries out, legs almost giving out from how sensitive he is under her touch. She doesn’t let up, however, seemingly determined to make him cum again.
He’s drooling when his orgasm hits him, only slightly aware of how loud he’s being. Peter had covered his mouth when he came, probably cracking a teasing joke about how loud he is. Miguel can’t focus on that, only the feeling of his hole being stretched even further, filling him to the brim. He’s sure if the knot wasn’t there, he’d be dripping from how much cum is in him.
For several minutes, Miguel drifts in and out of awareness. He can hear them talking but can make nothing out, body thrumming from all the pleasure. He’s pliant as he feels them move him about, hardly noticing the lack of a cock inside of him and the warm towel cleaning him up. He hasn’t felt this good in so long.
“Miguel? You still there?” Miguel pries his eyes open as Peter’s words register, finding his charming smile on his face. “Hey, big guy. You okay?”
Miguel hums softly, feeling much less sticky and hot now. Did he pass out? “Yeah…” he croaks out, voice absolutely wrecked.
“MJ is making you some food,” Peter tells him, hand rubbing up and down his side. “Think we took a lot outta ya, huh?”
Miguel grunts, pushing himself up so he can sit up against the couch. “It’s been a while…” he admits, looking down to find he’s back in his sweats. “I… very much enjoyed that.”
Peter grins, leaning close and stealing a kiss from him. “I’m glad. I’ll admit, we’ve been waiting to do that for a while.”
Miguel feels a little flustered at that. “Honestly… so have I.”
Peter leads him to the kitchen where MJ had set out three bowls of leftover pasta. Miguel gobbles down the food, absolutely starving after all of that. The other two look amused but don’t comment, immersing themselves in a conversation about MJ’s work. Miguel watches them as they smile at one another, warmth blooming around his heart. It’s official then, huh? They’ve welcomed him into their relationship and he accepted.
While he will forever miss his Dana, he’s almost certain he can settle nicely with his two new Alphas. Maybe, just maybe, he can be happy again.