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Being an alpha while also being Kryptonian was never easy for Clark.
His heats were more uncomfortable for him than for every other alpha he knew, he was never fully satisfied by drowning himself in supresants.
But the most annoying part was the fact that he could never have a mate. His inner alpha was so fussy about the omega that deserved to be bitten by him that no matter how beautiful or powerful the omega was, Clark would always reject them.
He had tried sleeping around during his rut, more than one omega had told him that they could handle anything that he could give them but Clark discovered that after an hour they would all be completely drowned in his pheromones.
Clark always cleaned them up afterwards and shamefully deleted his number from their phones.
He also tried to date. When he met Lois he thought he might be able to settle down with her, to live peacefully by her side. But he couldn't, no matter how much they tried, Clark's alpha always rejected Lois, it screamed for an omega and Lois was a beta.
They broke up and decided to remain as friends, after all they were confidants, Lois was the person Clark always knew would have his back, she was there when he needed someone to talk to without worrying about keeping his secret identity. She was so smart that she figured it out by herself and when Clark gathered the courage to tell her, she just smiled and said "I knew it".
Years passed and Clark thought he would never be able to meet the omega that gathered all his picky alpha necessities, he survived his ruts by using a concerning amount of suppressants and sleeping with a different omega every day.
That was until he met him.
It was a coincidence that he was the one to accompany Jimmy at that charity gala, rich people loved doing those so he just had to go there, gather a few interviews, and just make notes to do a small section on the paper later.
He knew the organizers had invited a few people from outside of Metropolis but he didn't know they had sent an invitation to the young Wayne Enterprises CEO, Bruce Wayne.
Wayne was, until a few years ago, a very secretive man, little was known about him outside of his age and his sad backstory, so it came as a surprise when suddenly he appeared to the public and, ready to leave his image impregnated in the memory of everyone that came across his name.
The first shocking news was his public announcement of his secondary gender, Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, was a dominant omega.
Clark was shocked when he saw that, most omegas from wealthy families tried to hide it or their families overprotected them, they didn't do interviews where they publicly shared their omega status.
Wayne didn't try to hide it, he didn't use suppressants to hide his scent, he wore an omega choker everywhere he went, his outings with alphas were very public but it didn't seem like the man was ready to take a partner.
Clark had heard about Wayne's scent being intoxicating, alphas described it as the most amazing and attention-grabbing scent that they had ever smelled in their lives. Clark wasn't so sure about that but he never expected to meet the man either way.
A few months had passed since the first time he met Bruce, the first time he had the privilege of smelling his pheromones and touching him. His body still gets warm when he remembers Bruce falling in his arms after stumbling on his own feet because of the alcohol. He remembers being worried about such an attractive omega getting drunk in a place where a bunch of bad-intended alphas could take advantage of him.
Since then, he had encountered Bruce many times, all in events held in Gotham or in Metropolis, not because it was his job to cover those kinds of events, but because his inner alpha made him.
When his alpha registered Bruce as an omega and caught a sniff of his scent, he was over the moon, it begged to be mated to that absolutely perfect specimen but Clark obviously rejected that idea. Bruce Wayne was a way too public person for Clark to even think about dating, he would have to come clean to Bruce about his secret and he didn't think Bruce was the kind of person who could accept that.
Still, he interacted with the man, they had talked a few times on interviews or just personal talks hidden away on a resting launch or a balcony.
Clark knew he could never have Bruce but it didn't stop him from desiring him, every time he talked to the omega he felt so comfortable, so peaceful that the first time, he almost cried.
After a few encounters, Bruce had let Clark call him by his name. Clark tried his best to hide his blushing ears when he said "Bruce" with his own lips the first time, and even more when Bruce called him "Clark" with a playful smirk on his lips.
So they were friends, at least Clark liked to think they were, they didn't have each other's personal numbers or anything but they still stayed together most of the time when they were in the same place, and some people started noticing too.
The first time he saw an article on an unknown internet page he felt a knot form on his neck in desperation. The article was what everyone would expect of one of the thousands of gossip pages out there, but it featured a very interesting picture, one of Clark grabbing the cup Bruce was handing to him while looking at him with a smile.
Clark's entire body blushed, he remembered that day far too well for him to even try to argue that they were just friends.
It had been in one of Wayne Enterprises' charity galas, Bruce had been busy with a lot of people since the beginning so Clark didn't have much opportunity to go there and talk to him, until Bruce approached him himself, Bruce appeared in front of him with two wine glasses and handed one to Clark, the alpha smiled like a fool and he totally ignored the sound of a camera being shot in their direction.
He closed his computer and stood up from his seat to walk in circles around his apartment, his mind wandered around the different outcomes that the article may have. He wasn't sure if Bruce paid attention to those shady pages but if he did, he wondered if Bruce would be bothered by it.
He couldn't think straight, so he decided to go see the person who always made him gather his thoughts.
He spotted the person on a rooftop, resting after helping in a gang arrest and he immediately flew right next to him.
Clark saw the man covered in black look up to him even before he made a single sound.
"Superman"
Batman called him so casually that it almost made Clark forget the times when he would get mad beyond understanding when Clark would just fly over Gotham.
Now Batman tolerated him dropping by now and then, Clark was proud to say that the man enjoyed his company during his patrols.
"Hey, B!"
He smiled at his friend and stood next to him admiring the sight of a night in Gotham, certainly different from Metropolis.
Batman didn't look at him after that but he did talk to Clark.
"Something on your mind?"
Clark's body tensed, he knew that Batman discovered his intentions just after the second time he went to him when he had to think about something, more than once that had been related to Bruce.
"Yeah..."
Clark wanted to say more but he didn't know how to express it, how to say he was probably in love with the most beautiful omega in the world but he could never be his.
"An omega?"
Clark turned to look at Batman who kept staring at the street in front of them. The vigilante always surprised Clark with his deduction skills (though this time maybe it was Clark being way too obvious).
"How?"
He let out a nervous smile, he just hoped that Batman didn't know the omega he craved for was Bruce Wayne.
"Your smell, it carries a feeling of desire"
Clark sighed, of course it was his pheromones. Sometimes he thought it was unfair that Batman could smell him but Clark had never been able to catch even a lingering fragrance on him.
Batman was able to smell the pheromones of other alphas and omegas so he must be one of them, Clark always thought Batman was an alpha because he never said Clark's pheromones were uncomfortable. Also because Clark couldn't think of an omega doing what Batman did every night in Gotham.
"Right... Guess I can't hide that" Batman just made a tiny "hm" in response making Clark smile again. "It's just that... he's so perfect in every sense but I can't think of a way he and I could be together"
"Are you courting a male omega?"
Damn it. It had slipped Clark's mind to hide Bruce's gender so now Batman knew that the person who had him so preoccupied was a man.
"Uh... yeah, he is"
"That's rare"
Clark let out a scoffed laugh. Male omegas were still seen by the majority of people as something out of the ordinary, they were rare so people weren't used to seeing them.
"Sure is, but he is worth it"
Batman looked at Clark, he felt that deep gaze from under that cowl making his whole body freeze.
"If you say he is, he must surely be excepcional"
Clark laughed and he could see a slight smile on Batman's lips.
He was about to open his mouth again when Batman cut him off.
"I need to go"
"Everything alright?"
He noticed how Batman's body shivered a little so he got worried.
"Yes, something I have to deal with myself"
Clark understood. It must be his rut.
"Oh! I see! I guess I'll see next time"
Clark gave Batman a wave with his hand and took off flying back to Metropolis. His mind was clearer than before, he talked to someone about Bruce so he felt a little bit better. Now he at least thought of him as capable of going to that party to celebrate the opening of a children's hospital in Gotham, hosted by Wayne Enterprises.
He was there, standing by a wall watching Jimmy trying to flirt with a pretty omega (unsuccessfully). His gaze was fixed on one person, Bruce of course, the omega was chatting with a bunch of people at once, so busy to even look away for a second.
Clark saw how an alpha tried to grab Bruce by his waist making his whole body tense in protectiveness, thankfully, Bruce was quick to move out of the way making the alpha look drunk, and was quickly accompanied by one of the beta staff to one of the resting rooms for people with a secondary gender.
Clark smiled and kept staring at Bruce for a while, he was still working so he managed to grab a few quotes from people at the party and even got some short interviews, nothing too special but he didn't expect much to be honest.
He was on his way to find Jimmy to make sure he wasn't drunk and passed out in one of the balconies when he caught sight of Bruce leaving the party hall with his cheeks slightly flushed.
His body acted before his mind and when he least expected it, he was behind Bruce grabbing his hand.
"Bruce? Are you okay?"
Bruce's body was hot, it was so hot that Clark almost let go as soon as he touched him.
The omega turned to look at him and that sight almost made Clark pass out.
Bruce's eyes were teary, his cheeks were now totally flushed, his lips were wet with saliva, his hair was falling on his forehead because of the sweat and he was already missing his tie and two buttons from his dress shirt.
"Clark...?"
He couldn't control it. His pheromones started pouring on their own and he was sure Bruce could smell them, the omega fell on his knees and his breathing became unstable.
"Clark... Please"
The alpha didn't think twice and quickly grabbed Bruce full bridal style and took him to one of the rest rooms for omegas. When he opened the door he saw an attendant who only looked at them for a second and then excused himself locking the door from the inside while leaving.
Clark didn't know what to do, he had never been in a situation where the omega he desired was in heat right in front of him.
He saw Bruce open his eyes and raise his arms to him.
"Just... Let me do it..."
Clark didn't know what Bruce meant by "it", but it surely wasn't this.
Clark was seated on a big couch in the room, his shirt was just slightly unbuttoned and his scent gland was completely exposed. Until there it was normal, but if he kept going, on his lap was a moaning omega rubbing himself on his gland while letting his own smell invade the room, he sometimes rubbed his small omega erection on Clark's stomach making the alpha release his pheromones even harder.
Clark had to close his eyes to concentrate on not folding the omega right there, to ravish his little omega cunt and to make love to him all night and day for the next week.
His own penis was erect but he controlled himself for one simple reason, Bruce.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Clark... Just a little more..."
Bruce kept apologizing while rubbing himself on Clark. The alpha knew what that meant, Bruce didn't intend to take this scenting session to more than maybe touch themselves a little, he didn't wish to be taken by Clark and he would respect that.
Easier said than done because Bruce moving from side to side and up and down on his lap, occasionally touching his dick with his ass, made Clark want to give in right at that moment.
But he didn't, he let Bruce do his thing and he distracted himself thinking about the article he would write about the party at work on Monday, maybe he would mention how WE makes an effort to show how much they care for the community and just how attractive and erotic the CEO is...
Was that his belt unbuckling?
Clark opened his eyes and saw Bruce in between his legs, he was resting his head on Clark's thight already staring at his exposed erection.
"Clark... It's so big..."
It's just the heat talking. Bruce would never say something like that. At least not to him. It must be the heat talking 100%. Bruce is just so deep in his heat that he doesn't know what he is saying. It's just the heat...!
Bruce put his dick in his mouth.
The only reason Clark didn't immediately come was that he was so surprised by the action that he didn't completely register what was happening.
His inner alpha must have been so happy because he noticed how his pheromones got thicker and a weird heat invaded his whole body.
Bruce started moving, and someone save him, Clark was about to die in that instant.
Bruce's movements were obviously experienced but he didn't seem used to something so big as Clark's that he was struggling to put it in his mouth, he tried and choked a little making Clark worry.
Bruce's tongue felt warm against Clark's dick, he found himself thinking that if he could keep Bruce in that position, he would, he would keep Bruce grapped around his cock where no other alpha could look at him and think that they had an opportunity with him.
Clark felt Bruce lick from bottom to top and then tease the tip a little making him cum right away. Most of it ended up in Bruce's mouth but before Clark could ask him to spit it out, Bruce swallowed it looking oddly satisfied.
Clark was about to question Bruce when the omega closed his eyes and fell asleep, he almost fell to the ground but Clark caught him and took him in his arms once again.
He sighed at the sight of Bruce, his mouth dripping a little, his skin slightly pink from the heat and his resting expression just recently face-fucked.
The smell of slick and cum invaded his nostrils and just there he noticed that Bruce also came in his own pants, he would have to clean him before leaving.
Clark surely wouldn't sleep that night.
He knew it was shameless of him, to use Bruce's scent to satisfy himself, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it in until he arrived home.
He placed Bruce in one of the clean couches of the room and basically ran to the bathroom to see if they had anything he could use to clean Bruce.
He found exactly what he needed, he found wipes, towels, and a clean pair of underwear. Everything a person would need after having a one-night stand and that made Clark wonder if that was the original purpose of those rooms.
He went back to Bruce and had to take a deep breath to assure himself that he would do nothing outside of cleaning this beautiful man in front of him.
He kneeled in front of Bruce and carefully passed a wipe around his mouth taking off the remains of cum in his face, he tilted the omega's face to the side and using his finger, he opened his mouth to let the cum in his mouth fall.
When he took care of that, he then stared at Bruce's legs, he could smell the slick dripping from the omega's ass and the cum falling on his legs leaving a stain on his pants.
Clark gulped down the excess saliva in his mouth and, mentally reminding himself that he was just cleaning Bruce, he placed his hands in Bruce's belt.
He unbuckled it with a bit of struggle but he then stopped again when he had to take the button off and pull the zipper.
When they were fully off, he slowly took down Bruce's pants leaving him in only his soaked underwear.
Such fancy underwear for a fancy man, Clark thought, it screamed rich person for some reason.
He took the pants all the way down to Bruce's feet and he let out a relieved sigh forgetting it wasn't over, he still had to take those boxers off.
He stared at Bruce's exposed legs and he thought of grabbing them, of feeling them wrapped around his body, on his shoulders while Bruce moaned in pleasure–
A knock on the door took him out of his fantasy.
He quickly covered Bruce with a towel and then tried to make himself look not as if he had just fucked someone, he buckled his belt and pressed his hands against his clothes.
He expected someone at the door but he only found a small room service trolley with a bag containing what seemed like the dress pants Bruce always wore, water, food, two boxes of supresants for omegas and alphas, and a card that read, "Mr. Wayne, we hope you enjoy your stay with your companion in our stablishment, please let the staff know of anything you may need".
The first letter of the place signed the card and just then Clark remembered that the building was also a hotel, so it wasn't weird for them to see these kinds of situations in the late nights of the events.
He was somehow grateful for Bruce being such a well-known person because he wasn't sure if the staff would provide those services for other not-so-wealthy people.
He took the trolley into the room and took the dress pants out of the bag, he thanked the staff because he wouldn't be able to rest peacefully after putting Bruce in those sweatpants he found in the bathroom.
But he still had to take Bruce's underwear off.
He spent almost 20 minutes just convincing himself that it was all for Bruce's own well-being and he finally gathered the courage after swearing that he would not look at Bruce's private parts.
He placed a towel on Bruce's stomach and he pulled it down at the same time he pulled his boxers down, when the towel covered Bruce, he then pulled the boxers completely off.
Clark froze.
Just imagining that Bruce was almost completely naked in front of him made him go feral, he grabbed one of his legs but quickly regretted it when Bruce made a grunt of pain and Clark noticed he had left his handprint on Bruce's skin.
He regained composure and went back to his original purpose, clean Bruce, he skillfully used a wipe first and then used another tower to clean him, he ignored the smell, the sight, everything.
Clark was finally done, Bruce was clean and he was sleeping so peacefully that it made Clark wonder if he had imagined what happened half an hour ago.
He took Bruce in his arms again and now lay him in the bed of the room and tucked him to try and make him comfortable, he regretted that action just a second after he did it because of the awful reaction his inner alpha had at the sight of their omega's body being taken from their sight.
Clark pinched himself in the arm, if he wanted to remain in control and not do anything to Bruce other than smell his pheromones while he jerked off, he had to be concentrated.
He stared at Bruce's sleeping expression, he looked drained but at the same time, oddly erotic, those tired eyes accompanied by barely noticeable dark circles turned Clark on more than he expected they could.
He took a deep breath and Bruce's scent invaded his whole body, he absorbed all of it and took the dirty pants and underwear with him, to the bathroom.
Clark felt like a pervert, maybe he was, using pants drenched in slick and cum to smell while he touched himself imagining that he buried himself in Bruce's dignified bottoms.
He slowly pulled his dick once again and moved his hand up and down, first slow and then fast, he was desperate, the object of his affection was just outside the door but he couldn't touch him, not without first hearing Bruce say he desired him.
Though it weighed on his mind, he still put Bruce's underwear near his nose, he could smell the delicious slick that had dripped from the omega's ass while he was scenting himself on Clark's pheromones, it smelled so mesmerizing that Clark almost completely buried his face in it.
His jerking session lasted more than he had planned and when he saw his phone, he noticed multiple missed calls from Jimmy. Clark quickly took a shower and sprayed on whatever cologne was in the bathroom and hurried to join Jimmy to leave the party building.
He was thankful Jimmy didn't have a secondary gender and couldn't smell the omega pheromones glued to his body like a few of the people around them that stared at him like he was a degenerate that had just fucked someone and now acted all innocent.
But he wasn't completely innocent either, he tried to leave before but his inner alpha stopped him, it rejected the idea of being separated from their mate so Clark had to do something to ease it, he took Bruce's dirty clothes.
He wasn't proud, but that was the only thing that made that stubborn instinct leave without much complaints, he also kissed Bruce's forehead but that was more him than his instinct.
Bruce's clothes weighed in his workbag, he protected it like a madman until he arrived at his hotel in Gotham, he carefully placed them next to his bed, where he could smell them. The next morning he washed them in his home, he was scared of the smell going away, though the smell of slick and cum did left, Bruce's pheromones stayed, and that was enough for Clark.