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This was merely another bizarre world—in which humanity lacked of designations—in Challengers and Bob’s chaotic multiversal journey. They had searched for Ray Palmer as routinely as ever, fought their alternate-universe friends and loved ones as routinely as ever, and, just as routinely, found nothing.
But if there was anything unusual, it was this: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, the unhinged anti-hero/villain whom Kyle had always assumed to be an Alpha, had suddenly gone into heat.
Luckily, they were already in a hideout when this happened.
Due to those extensive time she had spent around her beloved Omega friends and families, even though Donna was a Beta, she still was the first to notice Jason’s abnormal state, much earlier than himself.
When Kyle, this oblivious Alpha, had been told that mingling scents of mint tea and weathered pages belonged to the youngest member present, he was utterly stunned.
The three Earthlings thus convened an emergency meeting—the topic was Kyle.
Although Kyle was an Alpha and had only ever dated Beta or Alpha women, his mother had been a long-time single Omega. As a good son, he had naturally received thorough training in Omega heat care, whether for fellow pack members or for a mate.
Therefore, when Donna asked him if he was willing to help Jason deal with his heat, the Green Lantern did not refuse. He might not have liked Todd, but he would never be petty at a time like this.
Still, seeing the indifferent and unconcerned expression on the younger man’s face, Kyle could not stop himself from sneering. “Couldn’t you have warned us in advance? If this had happened mid-battle, it could be a serious emergency. What exactly would you have done then?”
“Rely on my willpower, then.” Even with his cheeks flushed, Jason Todd still managed to stretch his lips into that cold smirk Kyle had always hated.
“Are you fucking stupid? How did you think that would work?”
“It worked for me before.” This arrogant Gothamite lowered his voice slightly, sounding somewhat apologetic, which was rare for him. “My heat cycle was always a fucking mess, but at least it ended quickly. Just give me some time—three… no, two days, and I could regulate it myself.”
“There is no time to waste. We need to head to the next destination as soon as possible,” Bob said mercilessly.
Making one last attempt, Kyle gritted his teeth. “You seriously didn't bring any suppressants with you?”
“…I don’t know where to buy one.” The blank look on Jason’s face did not seem fake.
“Did the elementary health education classes in Gotham teach you nothing?” Kyle asked with genuine confusion.
For some reason, that remark triggered Jason. He shot back, “Have you ever heard of a homeless dropout? Back then, I was thinking about how to survive every single day. Health education wasn’t exactly my top priority.”
“Enough.” The Beta cut off their pointless argument in a low voice. She gently stroked the back of Jason’s hand, worry in her eyes. “It's the only way if we want to resolve this quickly. But Jay, I know you’ve never…”
Never what? Kyle waited for Donna to continue, but her gaze remained fixed on Jason.
“How bad could it be? I can take it.” Jason’s tone sounded as though he were heading to an execution.
Kyle, who could vaguely guess what they were talking about, felt this was extremely unfair to him. He might never have been with a male Omega, but he had basic knowledge, for God’s sake.
“No matter what happens, Jay, you know I would have stayed here with you, right?” Donna wrapped her arms around the boy she had regarded as a younger brother for many years. “I just wish your first time wasn't happening under circumstances like this.”
The Omega, already in the throes of pre-heat, let out a soft whimper at the rare and genuine care he received.
“First time? Seriously? Weren’t you already twenty?” Only after the words left his mouth did Kyle realize just how young the other man was.
Now not only Jason, but Donna as well, glared at him.
“What do you think I am, huh? A little slut who slept around even before my presentation?” Jason shouted in exasperation.
Remembering that the other had died at fifteen and, after his resurrection, had gone on a murderous rampage as a mad teenager, the Lantern raised both hands, mumbled guiltily. "I just assumed that with your... well, bad-boy vibe, you would have been much more experienced back in high school." Along with his previous misunderstanding about Jason’s designation, Kyle’s perception of him was clearly flawed.
During their rambling discussion, that scent grew heavier. Realizing they could delay no longer, Donna gave him one last comforting hug before standing up.
“We'll leave you to it.”
After the broken door was gently pulled shut, only the two men remained, staring at each other awkwardly.
Jason moved first. He stripped off his clothes, gathered a bag of Kyle’s spare clothing, and tossed them onto the thin mat in the corner that barely qualified as a bed before staggering over.
Seeing that the young man truly intended to get it over with, Kyle asked nervously, “Are you sure? We don't have any protection here. If—”
Jason cut him off bluntly. “No need. I won’t get pregnant.”
“I can’t just do nothing because you said so. You're only twenty!” And a fucking crime lord, he didn't say the last part aloud.
Jason, who had already removed his domino mask, rolled his vivid teal eyes but explained with unusual patience. “Ta… the person who cured me told me the physical trauma and mental condition from my ‘little accident’ back then caused my puberty to come late and my development to be incomplete.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “So yes. There is no chance a baby will suddenly pop out of my stomach calling you Daddy—if that’s what you’re worried about. Hurry up, Rayner.”
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After an eternity, Kyle remained seated in the furthest corner from Jason, his back turned, fully dressed and motionless. He was waiting for the Omega to fully succumb to the heat. The sharp, spicy scent of peppermint tea thickened in the air, filling every inch of the room. Kyle kept his eyes shut, forcing himself to breathe through his mouth, until Jason’s voice—sounding more composed than ever since the three of them began working together—finally broke the silence.
"It’s time."
Only then did Kyle stand and kick off his pants (which was also his only pair of pants.). He hesitated for a heartbeat before deciding to keep his shirt on, seeking a meager shield against the vulnerability of the moment. He swallowed hard and turned around.
Lying flat on the mattress with one foot planted on the floor, Jason didn't look at him. His face was shielded by his left arm and a piece of clothing whose pattern looked strangely familiar to Kyle, as if he were blocking out a blinding light. The frantic rise and fall of his scarred chest betrayed his agony. His other hand pressed firmly against his bare midsection, yet he made no move to pleasure himself. His jeans still clung to his shifting hips, though from Kyle’s vantage point, a faint dampness was already beginning to seep through the denim.
The scene was maddeningly tempting.
Releasing a faint, soothing pheromone trail, Kyle crawled slowly and quietly toward Jason until his knees reached the edge of the cushion. Without a word, he shuffled forward until he was positioned between the Omega's legs. As his long, slender fingers brushed the waistband to remove the jeans, Jason’s hand clamped onto his wrist with sudden force.
"I can do it myself," Jason rasped, his voice low and strained. His teal eyes fixed Kyle with a stern glare, though the hazy shimmer of moisture within them revealed his fading consciousness. Even as his mind clouded, his stubbornness remained intact. Kyle didn't insist; he simply sat back on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back. He lowered his head, watching from the corner of his eye as Jason trembled, fumbling with the zipper. Jason arched his hips, twisting and struggling to shimmy out of the tight denim. The jeans eventually bunched around his lower thighs and knees, revealing grey boxers slightly dampened by his own slick.
Watching the Omega turn his head to bite into that clothing beneath him, squirming with a mix of anxiety and impatience, Kyle’s resolve to respect Jason’s autonomy began to waver. He couldn't stay a mere spectator any longer.
"Todd... Jason," Kyle murmured. "May I help you a little?"
Jason froze, finally looking at him. He gave a nod so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet he shuddered violently the moment Kyle’s hand grazed his thigh. After stripping the damp jeans from those powerful legs, Kyle tossed them toward his own discarded clothes. He then placed his hands on Jason's knees, firmly widening the Omega's legs.
Jason let out a sharp, shallow gasp. Kyle immediately leaned forward, searching the other’s face. The Omega’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clamped tight, and his chin was trembling uncontrollably. This usually sharp-tongued, biting jerk was unusually quiet at this moment, as if he were silently enduring torture.
The Alpha awakening within Kyle burned with a primal urge to wrench a scream from the Omega—the kind born of pure ecstasy, he told himself; he was no sadist.
Recalling the young man’s lack of experience, Kyle suppressed the impulse to launch a relentless action. He took a deep breath, knowing it was a tall order, but still whispered softly, "Relax." Simultaneously, his hand slid down to soothe Jason’s left thigh, stroking it in a steady, rhythmic motion until his right hip, which had been hiked up in tension, finally slumped back onto the stiff, unforgiving mattress.
He drank in the sight of Jason’s flushed, nearly naked form. Jason held his hands high, gripping the headboard with white-knuckled intensity. He lay there, rigid and unmoving, with his knees splayed wide as if he were submissively surrendering to the Alpha’s impending ravishment. This display of vulnerability was so uncharacteristic of the unruly anti-hero that it ignited a strange, primal hunger within Kyle—a wild, uncontrollable desire that this normally mild-mannered Alpha had never encountered before.
To control his feelings, Kyle tried to maintain a neutral expression as he looked at the Omega’s body professionally. Unsurprisingly, The man’s physique was impressive as an ancient Roman god, well-defined despite the scars, making the artist in Kyle feel a desire to capture it permanently, with either canvas or plaster cast. This semi-erect dick, while not as large as Alphas, was still above average even among Betas. It's clean and slightly pink, twitching gently as if inviting this Alpha to taste.
Kyle took another deep breath. He pressed one hand firmly against the other's abdomen to keep him steady, while his other hand reached down to remove the increasingly damp boxer. He didn't take them off completely, leaving them still tucked around Jason's right ankle.
It' s kind of nerve-racking. They obviously couldn't get any lubricant under this situation. And Kyle didn't want to hurt this unexperienced Omega, then there was only one way to do. Making up his mind, He teasingly traced Jason's abs with his fingertips, while his other hand slowly moved up to the edge of Jason's chest. He didn't touch the nipples, instead, he gently massaged and rubbed around pecs with palm until Jason's body entirely relaxed. Only then did Kyle lean close to Jason's navel and carefully lick the pale and soft skin with thin dark curved hair below it with the tip of his tongue.
Sensing no resistance from this Omega, Kyle went further, slowly slid his head down between Jason's legs, slurped that clit loudly, and presciently used one hand to pry open Jason's knees. He would not want to be strangled by those wonderful but absolutely deadly strong thighs.
Even though he couldn't see it directly, Kyle could still feel Jason's silent but rapid breathing. He worked even harder, tongue sliding in and out of the wet pink slit, gently sucking and licking that bud, or lightly biting the skin of those inner thigh with his teeth. After a while, Kyle, in coordination with his tongue, slid a finger inside the Omega. The thrusting was slightly rough due to the cramped entrance, but Kyle remained focused on expanding and carefully searching for sensitive spots of this Omega.
As moans became increasingly difficult to suppress, the number of fingers keep increasing. Kyle did not even touch the other’s erection. After all, the priority was to give Jason a proper knot. If this Omega had cummed before that, he might become dull from overstimulation and be unable to handle it.
Finally, as all three fingers were managed to scissor easily, a continuous stream of slick gushed out, along with Jason’s thighs squeezing inward forcefully. Almost causing Kyle, who hadn't had time to pull away, to cough. But he was not complaining; simply rubbed his nose against the clit before using a hand to prop himself up against the bed between legs of the Omega. Kyle knelt on both knees, his hands resting separately on Jason's knees as he studied the him intently.
skin was drenched in sweat, slick and hot from the stimulation of a pleasure he had never before experienced. No matter how Kyle tried to pry open or massage his pale fingers, his hands remained deathly gripped to the headboard of the mattress.
Though his lips were not bleeding, they were red and swollen from being bitten down upon, looking as though they had been cruelly ravaged. With those half-closed, hazy eyes, Kyle was not even certain if he was still conscious.
Nevertheless, Kyle leaned forward and pressed soothing kisses upward from just above the navel, trailing across his chest and collarbone to the back of his neck.
Kyle then slid his fingers into Jason’s clenched teeth, stirring gently to help him relax. With his other hand, he continued to caress Jason's slit slowly until he could feel the spasms and contractions in Jason again. Withdrawing his fingers and teasingly applied slick to Jason's intensely contracting abdominal muscles with his fingertips. Alpha hooked Jason's leg above his own hips, and holding the other before lifting it over one of his shoulders, picked up that bag piled with his own clothes by Jason (he's determined to have the other man take care of his laundry for the next few weeks.) and used it as a pillow under Jason's lower back.
Kyle didn't even bother to ask whether this Omega was ready, nor expecting him to answer. Alpha simply used slick from the Omega on his own dick, jerked a little, and then slowly inserted the head in.
Had never been entered before, this snug hole felt like heaven. Kyle couldn't help but close his eyes in ecstasy, taking a deep breath, trying to control himself from getting off immediately. After adjusting to a better position, he opened his eyes again to observe the other's reaction.
Experiencing the very first proper heat, Jason remained quiet, but his fingers curling around Kyle's forearm—the one planted right beside his cheek to support the Alpha's own weight.
Now Kyle finally understood why Jason hadn't dared to let go of the edge of mattress earlier—his strength was astonishing. Feeling that his wrist was about to break, Kyle could only slow down the movement. Leaning his upper body closer to Jason's chest and using his left arm, which was wrapped around Jason's right thigh, to bend down slightly so that his palm could grasp Jason's dick. He gently jerked it and out to heat up Jason's desire. Then he coaxed Jason to move his left hand down so that he could masturbate himself.
Kyle was thus spared from a fracture and continued with the previous actions.
With his cock already halfway inside, Kyle straightened his body further, swaying his hips back and forth, sometimes gently, sometimes heavily, stretching Jason's right thigh and lightly nibbling at his brawny calf. His right hand would either spread Jason's hole open or pinch and rub his clit, feeling the walls twitch from time to time, drawing him in deeper, until hitting the bottom.
Kyle knew his task for the day was simply to knot to relieve Jason's heat, so he suppressed the urge to pushed into the womb unscrupulously and began to thrust slowly. He gently pried open Jason's increasingly weak fingers from his dick and used his own thumbnail to scratch Jason's top.
"Kyle!"
This trembling scream almost made him come.
Kyle took a deep breath and couldn't help but press down, amazed by the impressed flexibility of the Omega, he bited Jason's earlobe slowly, trying to get his name called by this Omega again.
"Kyle, Kyle! It's too…"
Getting what he wanted, Kyle then guided Jason's free fingers to rub his own nipples. Feeling the contracting of the Omega from that pleasure, Kyle thrust harder and harder, and his fingers became rougher and more forceful on Jason’s erection.
Finally, with another silent scream, Jason orgasmed with his mouth wide open, spraying all his cum onto Kyle's EVA T-shirt, which he had decided not to take off earlier.
Feeling both excited and aggravation, Kyle growled. Ignoring whether Jason, who had just came, could withstand it, he pulled his nearly knotted cock almost entirely out, leaving only the top inside. Then he slammed it heavily against Jason's already reddened taint. Repeating several times, Kyle buried himself deep down inside, hit the bottom, and the base of his cock knotting at the entrance of Jason's pussy, and finally hit the climax.
He wrapped Jason's right leg, which was stiff from being stretched out for a long time, around his waist, then leaned forward weakly, resting his forehead against Jason's neck, inhaling the cool, sweet scent of the mint tea, and closing his eyes.
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During their continued journey, they went through three more heats together.
Just as himself had predicted, Jason’s heats were indeed irregular. However, after Kyle and Donna quietly formed a temporary pack around him, their influence gradually stabilized his cycle.
As the only Alpha present, Kyle always did his best to ensure the Omega experienced the greatest possible comfort, even amidst their chaotic circumstances. The former Robin, who had never properly experienced adolescence, grew noticeably steadier as his hormones balanced out, soothed by Kyle’s scent.
And then, Jason had disappeared.