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Mike wishes Will were here. Scents heightened by excitement and anticipation of the impending chase clog the air, a suffocating amalgamation that makes him wrinkle his nose in distaste. If Will were with him he could ignore the others in favor of his best friend’s fresh lilies and cedar wood. He grins, picturing Will’s bashful pink flush when Mike pulls him close. Close enough that they could scent each other’s necks if Will let him. Will rarely does. It makes Will shy, murmuring that it’s not proper when they’re not mates, so Mike always has to content himself by holding Will close. Sometimes, on days Will is in a particularly good mood, he’ll let Mike rub their wrists together until their scents overlap, the way pups often do.
It always grounds Mike, and he wishes he could do so now. Searching the crowd milling around, he wonders if Will is in the throng of people around him. Taking advantage of his height, he scans the still gathering crowd for familiar fluffy hair and soft flannel. He scents the air, grimacing at the influx of decidedly non-Will scents he finds. Normally he can pick Will out from a crowd easily, even if he can’t see him. But today the air is oversaturated with aggressively strong scents from alphas and omegas eager to find a mate, seasonal or not. Mike frowns. He remembers Will saying he would be accompanying Jonathan since their older siblings are participating in this year’s chase. He clings to his older brother and Mrs. Byers like a pup still sometimes. It’s cute, in Mike’s opinion. Will has always been sweet and affectionate that way. He scans the crowd again, looking for either Byers brother. It’s kind of dumb for Jonathan and Nancy to be participating since they’re already mated, but Will thinks it’s sweet.
Mike remembers the small smile on his face when he’d spoken of it, praising Nancy for properly courting Jonathan to make up for their unexpected mating. He scowls at the memory of Will’s pretty smile as he complimented Nancy. It’s not as if Nancy was doing anything special, and she was doing it completely out of order. Mike’s never courted anyone, but he’s certain he could do better than her. She’s bringing Jonathan boring, traditional gifts. If Mike were courting Will, he’d bring the traditional gifts and items Will would like. Will deserves both.
“Wheeler?”
A vaguely familiar voice brings him back to the present, and he glances over to see another alpha he thinks might be in his math class.
“What?” Mike says flatly.
“You know where the sign ups are?”
Mike shakes his head. He shoves his hands in his pockets, about to leave in search of Will when the other boy speaks again.
“Oh, you want to find it with me?”
“No. I’m not joining this year,” Mike says, not bothering to hide his distaste. He has no interest in any omega that’s not Will. But Will has never shown interest in any alphas, much less Mike. So Mike sees no need to join this year’s run. Plus he’s only here to take the car back home. Nancy had driven them both, but she obviously won’t need it since she’ll be going back with Jonathan.
“For real? There’s some hot omegas out here. I heard it’ll be their first hunt for some of them.”
Mike grimaces. Some alphas still treat the chase like a chance to shop for omegas even though the run is marginally more civilized today than it used to be. Omegas and alphas have to sign up instead of it being a mandatory event for anyone unmated, and oftentimes it’s used to find a temporary rut or heat partner for the season. All the participating omegas take heat stimulants, to strengthen their scent and induce a flash heat for a temporary mating. It makes following their scent easier and the omegas choosier, often testing the alphas to prove they were worthy of being chosen. The rest of the run alphas stick to tradition and take their chosen omega to their own homes or dens, generally too possessive of their omega to stay exposed and in the open, especially with other wolves scattered around. Consequently, the run’s main purpose is something Mike has no interest in. He’s never been good at hiding his thoughts, and he can tell his distaste is displayed clearly on his face by the look he receives in return. With a scoff, the other boy walks off. Mike rolls his eyes. He sets off, deciding to take one last lap to search for Will. Winding through the growing crowd, he’s about to check the volunteers passing out water when the sound of his name makes him pause.
“Mike?”
Mike turns, raising his eyebrows when he catches sight of Dustin. Dustin does a double take. Mike frowns.
“What?”
“You’re joining this year too?”
Too? Mike tilts his head in silent question. Why would he be joining? Then he realizes Dustin must know Nancy’s participating. Though it’s gone now, Dustin used to have a puppy crush on Nancy and is still quite attentive to her. Mike had been torn between amusement and protectiveness when he’d found out, but Will had pointed out it didn’t really matter since Dustin had never said anything and only ever treated Nancy with respect.
“No. Why would I?”
Dustin’s eyes widen. “I just thought since Will is—”
Mike cuts him off, stomach dropping. Will is running? Will wants to be caught, to be marked and claimed when he hasn’t even had his first kiss, much less a boyfriend? The thought makes Mike sick to his stomach.
“Will’s joining?” he asks, silently begging Dustin to say no.
“You didn’t know? I thought—”
Mike cuts him off.
“Why is Will joining?”
Dustin shifts, scent turning sharp with discomfort.
“I mean, if he didn’t tell you—”
“Dustin.” Without meaning to, Mike feels his fangs descend. Dustin’s eyes widen before he shakes his head, raising his palms defensively.
“Chill man. He’s just looking for someone to help him through his heat.”
Mike is already turning before Dustin’s finished his sentence. He doesn’t bother to respond to Dustin’s yells of his name, striding directly toward the sign up table. If Will wants an alpha, Mike will be that alpha. He’s provided for Will their entire lives, protected him from Lonnie, from bullies, from other alphas that don’t deserve him. He has no intention of stopping now. Will shouldn’t be here, exhausting himself with a run for an alpha that won’t properly appreciate him, doesn’t know how special Will is. Not when Mike is right here, has always been there. That Will hadn’t asked him burns, but he reminds himself that soon Will will be his, and he won’t have to worry about any other alphas thinking they can claim what belongs to Mike.
Striding to the sign up table, Mike fills out the paperwork as quickly as possible, scanning the crowd for Will. He doesn’t see the omega, but he catches the faint scent of lilies, even among the influx of others, likely left behind when Will was at this table. He inhales deeply, and that bone deep want he’s known since he met Will Byers only grows sharper.
The wait for the run to begin is excruciatingly long. Mike paces anxiously, snarling at anyone that gets too close. The other alphas are similarly brusque, though with varying levels of aggression. Several beta volunteers are scattered around, keeping a watchful eye and the growing crowd calm.
“Mike?”
At the sound of his name Mike turns to see Nancy. His sister is staring at him with a raised eyebrow, and Mike grunts in response. Nancy rolls her eyes before they narrow, studying him.
“You didn’t go home,” she says, tone carefully neutral.
Mike grunts again.
Nancy scowls at him.
“You signed up,” she says. It’s not a question but her face still demands an answer.
“Great detecting Nancy Drew,” he snaps, and Nancy’s eyes flash with annoyance. Too quick for him to stop, she smacks him across the head.
“Don’t call me that,” she snarls, and Mike instinctively snarls back.
Nancy is unfazed, still staring at him with that scrutinizing detective’s stare that he hates.
“You found out about Will,” she says, tone lined with an edge of amusement.
Mike scowls but nods. It irks him, that he seems to be the last to know of Will’s decision when he should’ve been the first. Actually, Will shouldn’t have even had to make the decision, Will should’ve come to him as soon as he decided he needed an alpha for his heats. He’s the only one that knows how to take care of Will.
“So, are you running for Will?” Nancy asks, but the smirk on her face tells him she already knows the answer.
Mike scowls at her.
“Why else would I be here?” he snaps.
Nancy laughs.
Mike bares his teeth at her, snapping lightly but before she can do more than snarl back at him a beta volunteer is stepping between them, pushing them both to the side with a weary sigh. Mike rolls his eyes but allows himself to be herded to the side. For Will. He paces in a circle as he waits, thoughts consumed by Will. He knows that the omegas are likely gathered near the edge of the forest, but they must be wearing scent patches because he can’t smell any of them. He can’t smell Will. He’s thoroughly flattened the grass beneath him by the time the volunteers corral them into line for the start of the run, and Mike is on edge from being so closely packed together with other alphas and not knowing where Will is. The other alphas are just as antsy, low rumbling and snarls breaking out as they shuffle to the starting point.
Finally, the pack leader of Hawkin’s oldest pack steps forward. Mike tunes him out, eyeing the tree line marking the divide between town and forest. He wonders what path Will has decided to take. Near the river, if he wants to make the chase a challenge. Along the hills if he wants an alpha with stamina. Either way, Mike will find him. A sharp clap from one of the volunteers draws his attention back to the pack leader.
“Volunteers will be spread throughout the forest at designated checkpoints to ensure the safety of all participants.” A pointed look to the crowd of alphas, and then, “Good luck to you all, and may your feet be swift and nose keen.”
The pack leader takes a step back, and then shifts into his wolf form. Mike and the others follow suit. Then the pack leader steps to the side, tilts their head back, and howls.
The chase is begun.
Mike darts forward, sprinting ahead of the other wolves. As soon as he passes the boundary line of the trees, he catches it. Will was here. His scent is buried beneath myriad other scents, but it is unmistakably Will. Mike knows Will’s scent better than any other, from when it was just a sweet milky pup scent to when it blossomed into fresh lilies and cedar. It’s all too easy to follow.
The farther he gets into the forest, the more the crowd of alphas thins out. Mike pays little attention, all his attention focused on following the trail that lingers faintly in the air. Sprinting through the trees, the part of Mike still capable of rational thought makes a note of how odd it is that Will’s chosen such a straightforward path. The observation is fleeting. He catches Will’s scent again. Stronger this time. It makes his teeth itch and mouth water. He needs to taste it from the source. He speeds up, heart racing and fangs moments from dropping at the thought of Will waiting for him.
Lilies and cedar grow stronger in the air. A fresh trail now. He’s close. Mike searches the trees around them, strains his ears for the sound of Will’s breathing. Finally, Mike spots him. He’s near the edge of the forest, and ahead of him the trees thin just enough for a pair of hills to be visible. At the top of the farthest hill, he can just make out a small figure. Were he still in his human form, Mike would only be able to see an indistinct shape, but as a wolf his eyes are sharp enough to see Will more clearly. Even without that, Mike would know it’s Will. He always knows. Inexplicably, Will is sitting beneath a tree, cross legged and still in his human form. His adrenaline fogged brain doesn’t notice how odd the position is, notices only his omega. Satisfaction fills Mike and he scans the area quickly for any other interlopers. Scenting the air reveals an acrid scent from behind him. Another alpha. His hackles rise, all too aware of how close Will is.
Leaves crunching announce the other wolf’s arrival. Average size, brown fur. At the same moment, they both become aware of a silent presence approaching, stopping a mere stone's throw away. They don’t come closer, and when Mike glances over at them he sees a familiar name tagged uniform that marks them as one of the beta volunteers. No threat to him. Despite this, Mike is acutely aware of their presence. Turning back to the other alpha, Mike snarls in warning, but the other wolf doesn’t acknowledge him. His eyes are fixed beyond Mike. Where Will is. A second, deeper growl escapes Mike. He moves without thinking, determined to block Will from this interloper’s sight. Barreling forward, Mike collides hard with the other wolf. A yelp escapes the other wolf, but he reacts too quickly for Mike to pin him down.
Adrenaline rushes through Mike, any rational thought dissolving as instinct takes over. The other wolf rolls over, rising to his feet. They circle each other, sizing each other up. Mike recognizes this wolf. There’s a metallic edge to his scent. Troy. Mike remembers the years of bullying Will endured from him and a second, deeper growl escapes him. He’ll kill Troy before he lets Will catch even a glimpse of the boy that tormented him for years.
Darting forward, Mike’s fangs drop and he snaps at the other wolf’s forelegs. Troy dodges, and Mike’s teeth snap shut on air. He snarls. He barely has time to turn before Troy is snapping at his front legs. Mike leaps to the side to avoid it. Troy advances, scent sharpening. Irritation runs through Mike, his tail twitching with impatience. Before Troy can take another step, Mike leaps forward. He collides hard with Troy, the force of his momentum sending them both to the ground. Mike lands on Troy’s stomach, pinning him to the ground and snapping at his neck. Beneath him, Troy freezes. Mike growls in warning. For a moment, the two of them remain frozen. Digging his claws into the dirt and resting on his hind legs, Mike settles himself firmly in place. Mike bites down harder around Troy’s neck. The acrid scent of his fear fills the air, and if Mike were a man he’d laugh.
Seconds later, Troy tilts his head back, body going still. Despite his submission, Mike holds him in place for an extra moment. It’s not nearly enough punishment for the years he’d inflicted on Will, but Mike has better things to do than waste time on Troy. When he finally releases Troy’s neck, Mike is none too gentle about it, leaving behind jagged lines of blood. Troy snarls, but immediately cows, wetting the ground beneath him when Mike growls back. Scrambling backward, Troy leaves without attempting to challenge him again. Mike eyes him suspiciously until he’s out of sight, and then turns back to where Will waits.
Shaking himself, Mike begins closing the distance between them. He’s barely gotten farther than a few paces when he hears the pounding of footsteps against the ground. The noise grows closer, and his tail twitches in irritation. He glances back at where Will sits, calm and oblivious. Soon, Mike promises him silently. I’ll be there soon. Then he turns back. Whether the approaching wolves are looking for Will or not, Mike won’t let them come any closer. He’ll fight an entire pack if he must. No one but him will get close to Will. Barely has the thought crossed his mind when a wolf comes into sight. Large, gray. Moments later, a second, smaller brown wolf appears from the opposite direction. These too, Mike recognizes. He’s not sure of the grey wolf’s name, but he recognizes him as one of Lucas’ basketball teammates. Brad, maybe. Lucas had had a particular disdain for him. The other is Carlton, a nobody in Will’s art class that’s been trying to monopolize Will’s time recently.
For a moment, the three of them stare at each other. As one, they all briefly glance back at Will. The realization that they’re also chasing Will spurs Mike into motion. Without bothering to look at where Brad is, Mike lunges for Carlton. Jaw open wide, he goes straight for the other alpha’s throat. His teeth meet their target and he clamps down, hard. Carlton whines, legs buckling as Mike yanks his neck to the ground, teeth digging into the vulnerable muscle of his throat. Blood trickles into his mouth. It tastes rotten, hot and metallic. From the corner of his eye he sees Brad racing toward Will. He has to make this quick.
Mike growls, loud enough that it rings in the air. He tightens his jaw around Carlton’s neck. His own scent turns bitter, pumping into the air in a way he knows must be suffocating for the other alpha. Carlton gives in almost immediately. Pathetic. Clearly not serious about Will in the slightest. Mike’s satisfaction is brief as he remembers there’s still one last obstacle to Will he needs to get rid of. Releasing Carlton, he scans his surroundings. Almost immediately he catches sight of Brad, now all too close to Will. The other alpha has reached the base of the hill where Will sits.
Mike runs faster than he’s ever run before. His legs burn from the strain of his pace. His breathing is jagged and irregular. He catches up to Brad halfway up the hill, letting a low, warning rumble escape. Brad turns at the noise, and Mike immediately takes advantage of the confusion by launching himself at the other wolf. He stumbles back, Mike following as he swipes at the other alpha’s side. Blood spatters across gray fur and Mike bares his teeth in triumph. It’s short-lived.
Brad retaliates by butting Mike in the chest, sending him tumbling a few feet down the hill. Mike snarls, loud and frustrated. His tail smacks against the ground as his shoulder rams into the stony path. Brad doesn’t bother looking back at him, instead determinedly making his way towards Will. The other alpha’s scent thickens, smoke clogging the air as if he’s already anticipating victory. Victory that Mike has no intentions of granting him. He scrambles to his feet, left front leg stinging and dripping blood onto the grass beneath him. Mike pays it no mind. Instead, he forces himself to speed up, once again tackling Brad. This time, he bites the other’s shoulder, clamping down and refusing to let go even as the other tries to shake him off. Mike just growls, digging his teeth in deeper. He jerks his head to the side, teeth tearing into the rough fur as he does. Brad lets out a low snarl.
They tussle, fangs snapping and claws tearing at each other. The world devolves into blurred shapes and the singular need to eviscerate his enemy. Mike growls again, loud and aggressive. He detaches himself briefly from the other wolf, careful to keep himself in front of Will as he does. Brad stumbles, and Mike strikes. He snaps at Brad’s exposed neck. Connects. Blood spurts from where his teeth sink into fur and flesh. Mike sinks his teeth in further, bearing down on Brad with his entire weight. An angry yelp leaks out of Brad. He flails, and Mike bites down harder as bright, sharp lines of pain appear along his flank. Brad growls, but it’s weak. He bucks up, trying to dislodge Mike but Mike digs his claws into his body. The other wolf lets out a pained growl, but it peters out slowly as his struggling grows weaker. Mike keeps his jaw clamped firmly around Brad’s neck until his body goes limp. Mike lets him fall to the ground as soon as he’s certain Brad’s no longer a threat.
He turns to look for Will. The omega is still sitting peacefully where he’d last seen him. The burning of his legs fades from his thoughts as Mike races up the remainder of the hill. Will slowly comes into focus, and the scent Mike has been searching for all day hits him full force. Thick and familiar, it makes his mouth water. As he closes the distances between them, Will’s head whips around.
“Mike?”
Will’s eyes go wide, and in the part of his brain not focused on claiming Will for himself, Mike is immensely pleased at how quickly his omega has recognized him. Unable to help himself, Mike lets out a triumphant howl. His relief is swiftly drained when he sees Will stand, as if ready to run away. Some primal part of his brain kicks in then, and Mike barrels towards Will. He can’t let Will slip away, not now. Mike lunges forward, crashing into Will and pinning him to the ground.
A soft yelp leaves Will as he hits the ground, and Mike silently berates himself. He’ll be more careful with Will. Shaking his head, he tries to apologize before remembering he can’t speak in his wolf form. Moving off of Will, Mike shifts, returning to his human body with a low groan. His shoulder aches and there’s blood smeared across his body, but he ignores it. He has more important things to focus on. Namely, Will. Turning back to Will, his left hand shoots out, cradling Will’s head in a soothing gesture as he tugs Will to him while the other attaches itself to Will’s waist. A sharp, surprised yelp escapes Will, the omega looking up at him with his head tilted.
Mike doesn’t move from his place atop Will, frantically searching his neck for any hint of a mark and the air for any scent on Will. He relaxes minutely when he confirms Will’s neck remains unblemished and his scent glands unmarked. Still, tension lines his body. He won’t be able to fully relax until Will is in his bed, sated and wearing his claim. Below him, Will blinks up at him, pretty doe eyes filled with confusion.
“Mike?” Will’s voice is confused. “Are you going to let me up?”
“No.” Just in case Will tries to move, Mike tightens his grip around Will’s waist. Will gasps, but he doesn’t move. Good, his omega is being good.
“Why not?” There’s a strange look on Will’s face, his eyes searching Mike’s.
Mike frowns. He doesn’t understand why Will would ask something so silly. Isn’t it obvious?
“I caught you,” he says, emphasizing his words by gesturing to where their bodies touch. His fingers travel upward along the sliver of skin from where Will’s shirt has ridden up. He only looks away when Will speaks again.
“What?”
“I caught you. You’re mine.” A low, smug rumble escapes him at the last two words. The blood and scratches along his body are proof that Mike has fought and won for the right to be here, to be the one who scents and claims Will. Beneath him, Will blinks slowly, his scent shifting, threads of apprehension adding a sour edge. It throws Mike off kilter, makes him anxious.
“Do you not want to be mine?” Mike can’t stop the way his voice wavers at the thought. Is he such a bad alpha that Will, who had run knowing any alpha could catch him, doesn’t want him?
“Yours?” Will’s voice is so soft that if Mike wasn’t fully attuned to his slightest movement, he would’ve missed it.
Mike nods emphatically. “That’s why you aren’t trying to run, isn’t it?”
“Why would I be running? I wanted an alpha to catch me. It’s just no one wanted to chase me.” At this, Will’s mouth curves into a sad pout.
Mike would find it cute if it weren’t for the fact that Will just said he was waiting for any stupid alpha to find him. He scowls, a snarl ripping from his chest without his permission. Despite this, Will remains calm and pliant beneath him. The sight makes Mike preen at how much Will trusts him.
“You don’t see it, do you?” he says, and Will simply looks up at him, head still cutely tilted to the side. He’s so adorable that Mike has to fight the urge to kiss him right there. He can’t yet, not until Will lets him. “I had to fight so many other alphas to get to you.”
“You did?” Disbelief coats Will’s words.
Mike nods. His scowl deepens at the memory, though he takes note of how Will’s scent grows stronger. Will’s cheeks turn rosy.
“How many?” he asks softly.
“A couple.” Mike clears his throat. “Three, to be exact.”
Will’s eyes dilate so fast it makes Mike dizzy. His scent sweetens, thickens so much he can almost taste it. Will would be so sweet, sweeter than anything Mike’s tasted before, he’s sure of it.
“For me?” Will asks, staring up at Mike with a shy, pleased smile.
Mike nods. “For you,” he confirms.
For a moment, Will seems to think this over. Then, “Why?”
“Will.” Mike stares at him in confusion and Will looks away. Immediately Mike wraps a hand around his chin, turning his face so that Will has no choice but to look at him. “Will, look at me. I caught you.”
Will swallows.
“On purpose?”
“What do you— of course it was on purpose,” Mike says, utterly confused at how surprised Will seems to be.
“Oh.” Will looks down briefly before cautiously meeting Mike’s gaze. “So…” he trails off, licking his lips. Mike follows the movement with greedy eyes. He wants to taste him so badly.
“You… you were searching for me,” Will says slowly, as though he can’t believe it.
Mike nods, confirming. “All morning. I wanted to walk you home after dropping Nancy off. Then Dustin told me you joined this year.” Mike can’t quite keep the growl of displeasure out of his voice at the reminder that Will didn’t come to him first. “So I signed up.”
He pauses, uncertain of how Will will take his next words but plunges ahead regardless. “You don’t need any other alpha. Just me.”
Another burst of lilies fill the air as Will squirms beneath him. Will’s pretty eyes are fixed on Mike and Mike preens. He swallows. Mike tracks the movement. Wonders what his lips would look like around Mike. Mike can already picture Will in his bed. He lowers his head, close enough that their noses brush. Will exhales, shaky. Mike breathes it in, wishes he could spend forever this close to Will.
”Please, Will. Let me take you home.”
He feels Will swallow.
“Home?” Will says softly. Their lips brush as he speaks.
Mike nods. “Please, Will.”
Will’s eyes search Mike's face. For what, Mike doesn’t know, but he hopes Will can read his sincerity, the love and devotion Mike’s always had for him. For several torturous seconds, Mike waits for Will to answer. Then Will nods. Relief and triumph surge through Mike. Will chose him. Will wants him, not any other alpha. A wild grin spreads across Mike’s face, and he shifts to a sitting position, bringing Will up with him.
“Thank you, thank you,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from pressing kisses to Will’s face.
Startled laughter bursts from Will, a shy, wondrous smile on his face.
”Mike.”
“Will.”
A sudden surge of impatience runs through Mike. He’s acutely aware of how exposed they are, how easily Will can be seen by others. The thought makes his fangs drop. Only he should see Will right now. With renewed urgency, Mike rises to his feet, pulling Will up with him.
“C’mon, I’ll take you home,” he says, already beginning to walk down the hill. Will stares at him, eyes flicking across his face before a tentative grin crosses his face.
“Greedy,” Will teases.
God, Will has no idea.
~~~
Mike takes Will back to his house.
It’s empty, courtesy of his parents taking Holly on a trip to see their grandparents. Mike and Nancy stayed behind. Nancy had the excuse of the hunt, while Mike had flatly refused to go; he’s refused to speak to his grandparents ever since he heard them insulting the Byers. He’s even more glad now that he’d refused to go. He hates the thought of what would’ve happened if he had. Just the thought makes him want to snarl, and he rushes to bring Will into his room. It’s messy and unfit for his omega, but he’d hardly expected to be bringing Will back like this. Rationally, he knows Will has seen his room almost as much as he has, but every time he’d imagined Will in his bed, there wasn’t dirty laundry scattered across the floor. Embarrassment washes over him and he mumbles a soft apology.
“I’ve seen your room before, I know how it looks.” Will laughs lightly, patting his shoulder.
Despite his assurances, the messy room rankles him. His instincts scream at him for bringing his omega to an unfit den. Mike scrambles to tidy his room, shoving his clothes into his hamper and sweeping the items cluttering his desk into their drawers. As he does he’s all too aware of Will, standing by the foot of his bed.
“Mike.”
Mike freezes, turning to Will so fast he trips over nothing. Will laughs, soft and familiar. His scent has grown even stronger in the time between being caught and standing in Mike’s room.
“Mike,” he says again. Shyer this time.
Mike swallows. He approaches Will slowly, half convinced that Will will disappear or run away as soon as he tries to touch him. Miraculously, he doesn’t. His skin is hot beneath Mike’s palm, and this close Mike can see the beginnings of a hazy fog entering Will’s eyes.
“Will?”
Will looks up at him, and Mike swallows hard again.
“It’s starting,” Will says quietly.
I know, Mike thinks. He glances at his bed, still rumpled from his rush to leave this morning. Tracing the line of Will’s arm, he carefully guides the omega to his bed. Will is pliant as he follows his directions and it makes Mike’s cock harden. He positions Will to lay atop his blankets, and then rushes to lay beside him. Mike’s breathing grows heavy as he takes in the sight of Will spread out on his bed, cheeks pink and scent so thick it’s the only thing Mike can breathe. He wants to bottle it, to rub it into every surface of his room until it’s saturated with Will’s scent. Breathing rapidly, Will stares at him doe eyed. Waiting.
“Have you… I mean before?” Mike silently curses himself for stuttering.
Will shakes his head. “Have you?”
Just for a moment, his scent sours. Mike quickly shakes his head, squeezing even closer so that there’s barely a hair’s breadth of space between their bodies.
”No,” he assures Will, and relaxes when Will smiles, just slightly. “But I know what to do.”
”I’m sure you do,” Will says dryly.
”Not like that! I just wanted to be prepared.”
”Like the Boy Scouts?” Will asks, smirking.
”In case you ever wanted me.”
All mirth disappears from Will’s face, replaced with shock. His eyes rove Mike’s face, and then, so quietly Mike almost misses it, ”You really have thought about this before.”
His voice is so small it hurts to hear. He sounds surprised. Mike curses himself. How has he let Will believe he’s so undesirable? He changes their positions, rolls Will onto his back and then braces himself above so that they’re face to face.
“I’ve always thought about you,” he says, the truest thing he’s said all morning.
Will’s scent spikes again. Beneath him, he squirms, a tentative hand rising to touch Mike’s chest. He inhales sharply, tearing his eyes away from Will’s face to stare at his hand.
“Okay. Show me what you thought about.”
As always with Will, Mike obeys. He’s quick to divest them of their clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the ground. If Will wants to wear something later he’ll wear Mike’s clothes. Moments later he has Will fully naked and needy on his bed. Will squirms shyly when Mike looks at him, hands moving to cover himself. Mike stops him immediately.
“Don’t,” he rasps. “Let me look at you.”
His fangs itch to sink into the soft looking glands on Will’s neck, to tie them together.
Mike tears his eyes away before he does. He keeps Will’s hands pinned in place above Will’s head, the other greedily trailing down the body he’s wanted for years. Drinks in the sight of Will. Traces down his sternum and grins at the flood of goosebumps the action produces. Will is soft and flushed pink from his cheeks to his chest. Raised skin meets his fingertips as his fingers travel farther down, a faded white scar from burning the Mind Flayer out of Will. Without thinking Mike dips his head and kisses the scar gently. Will gasps, hands briefly fighting Mike’s grip before they settle. Good boy, he thinks. He kisses the scar again, glancing up at Will. It makes Will self-conscious, he knows, but Mike has never seen it as anything but a reminder of how strong the other is. Will stares down at him, glossy eyed. Between them, the air thickens.
His hand moves farther down, and he hears Will’s breath hitch when Mike stops right above his waist. Mike glances up at him, checking his expression. Will’s cheeks are pink and his mouth is open in a soft O that makes Mike wonder what it would look like wrapped around his cock. It hits him then that he can find out. But later. After he’s seen what Will looks crying underneath him. He lets his hand drift even lower, eyes fixed on Will’s face. Watches the way his eyes flutter when Mike wraps a hand around his cock, the hitch of his breath as Mike carefully starts stroking him.
“You’re so pretty sweetheart,” he says, and Will whines.
In his hand, Will jerks up, a soft cry leaving his throat as he bucks into Mike’s hand. His scent saturates the air, arousal clear and growing stronger. Mike’s cock is so hard it hurts. He ignores it in favor of stroking Will faster, thumbing at the tip of his cock. It’s flushed a dark pink, leaking so much Mike’s hand glides easily along it. He could stay like this for hours, but Will is starting to squirm and Mike can tell he’s getting impatient. His heat must be coming on. So he reluctantly lets go and gently turns Will onto his chest, shoving a pillow beneath his stomach. As soon as he sees Will’s hole, he hardens so fast it makes him dizzy. Unable to stop himself, he gropes Will’s ass with both hands, reveling at how soft Will is. His ass spills out between Mike’s fingers, and Mike groans deep in his throat. He squeezes the plush cheeks, kneading them softly as his eyes turn to Will’s hole. Fuck. Small and pink, and absolutely dripping.
“You’re so wet,” he says, staring at Will in awe.
“Mike,” Will whines. Even with his face hidden in Mike’s pillows, he knows that Will is blushing. His scent is even headier than usual, laced with an artificial, syrupy edge signaling his heat has fully started.
“It’s so hot, baby. You’re so hot,” Mike says, unable to tear his eyes away from Will’s pretty pink hole.
“Hurry up,” Will says, and Mike growls lightly, slapping his ass. Will lets out a startled yelp and Mike prepares to apologize, but then a glob of slick spurts from Will’s hole.
“Oh.” A grin spreads across his face. “You like that.”
An embarrassed whine answers him but all Will says is, “Hurry,” squirming again.
Nerves and want surge through Mike at Will’s command. His cock throbs, spitting precum as it hits him once again that Will wants Mike to fuck him. One hand scrambles for the slick leaking from Will’s hole to coat his fingers while the other grips Will’s upper thigh. He’s just about to slide his first finger in when Will speaks, turning his head to face Mike. His hazel eyes are unfocused, but his voice is clear.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Baby, I know you want me to hurry but I have to prep—” Mike starts, but he’s cut off.
“Already did that.” Will sounds sheepish, but his hips wiggle slightly at the words. The movement mesmerizes Mike right up until Will’s words register.
“What?” It comes out close to a growl as his head snaps to Will’s face. The hand resting on Will’s thigh tightens. Will’s eyes go wide.
“Why?” Mike demands, and Will swallows.
“Wanted to be ready right away,” he whispers.
He wanted to be ready. Will wanted to be ready to fucked as soon as he could.
“Slut.” The word leaves his mouth without conscious thought, but Mike can’t bother to feel apologetic about it when it makes Will’s scent spike and leak even more slick.
Then Mike remembers that Will had planned for his alpha to be a stranger, and he snarls. His hand grips Will’s thigh even tighter. He’ll kiss the bruise it makes later.
“You were going to let some strange alpha see what’s mine?” he snarls.
“I didn't think—”
“That’s right, you didn’t,” Mike snaps. The arousal that’s been simmering in his stomach ever since he first caught sight of Will is boiling over. “So now I have to punish you.”
“Mike—”
“You’re mine Will. Not anyone else’s. I’m gonna teach you that.”
A half formed plan is already taking shape in his mind. Without another word, Mike rises onto his knees and sinks his cock into Will. He’s met with only slight resistance. Will is tight and hot and despite his prep, Mike is big. Big enough that Will’s hole struggles to take him in right away. He groans, hands tightening around Will’s hips and yanking him closer as he slides even deeper into Will. Once he’s fully inside, he stills before he comes embarrassingly quickly. Mike groans, leaning forward so that his body covers Will’s. He nips lightly at Will’s neck, licking his scent gland just to feel Will shiver at the action. Mike’s imagined this so many times, but his hand is nothing compared to his omega’s heat.
Mike swears softly. “Fuck, you’re so small baby. You’ve really never had anyone else in you, have you?”
The omega shakes his head and Mike’s cock twitches as he realizes he’s Will’s first. His only. Beneath him Will moans softly, his hips already moving in tiny circles. Mike reluctantly lifts himself off Will, sitting back on his haunches as his gaze returns to Will’s hole, now stretched to the limit. It’s a heady sight, and Mike trembles with the effort to keep himself still. Once he’s certain he won’t cum as soon as he moves, he slowly pulls his cock out. A soft whine leaves Will’s throat as he does, and Mike can feel his body clenching as if trying to keep him inside. He stops when only the tip of his cock remains inside. He readjusts his grip on Will’s hips, and then he slams back into Will.
“You should’ve come straight to me when you decided you wanted a heat partner,” he snarls. He snaps his hips deeper into Will, drawing a moan from the omega. “I’ve always taken care of you.”
“Sorry, sorry alpha,” Will gasps.
Mike is soothed by the use of the title, but only slightly. He needs to make sure Will remembers this lesson. Leaning forward again until their bodies are pressed flush against each other, he nips again at Will’s throat. Just below his scent glands. A promise.
“That’s okay baby. That just means I have to teach you, doesn’t it?” Mike coos. Will shudders beneath him, his hole clenching even tighter around Mike’s cock. “You’ll be a good omega for me, won’t you Will?”
“Yes. Y-yes so good for you alpha,” Will says hurriedly. He scrabbles weakly at the bedsheets as Mike thrusts into him again, keening loudly.
“Good girl.”
Instinct and arousal are taking over now, and Mike has to fight to remember his plan and not give in to the haze of Will’s moans and his thick, sweet scent. He leans back slightly. His hands move to Will’s ass, spreading it open to better watch his cock sliding in and out of Will. Will cries out at the action, hands weakly attempting to push Mike’s away. None of that. Will’s hole is his to look at. Mike growls and Will immediately goes slack against him. Soft whines leave his lips instead, and Mike drinks them in as he hooks a finger on either side of Will’s hole, stretching him open even further before he thrusts into him, grinding deeper into Will.
“Nghh! M-Mike,” Will sobs. His entire body is trembling, rosy and completely at Mike’s mercy. He’s so wet now that a filthy squelching noise fills the air every time Mike thrusts into him, and Will only cries when Mike teases him for it. Mike slows his movements just enough to smack Will’s ass, hard enough to leave a bright red mark. Will’s ass jiggles at the movement, and Mike can’t tear his eyes away from it. He repeats the action, and above him Will whines.
“Feel good sweetheart?” Mike coos, and he watches as Will nods frantically, babbling a string of ‘yes yes yes’ and ‘feels so good thank you Mike’ at him.
“Good,” Mike says, running a hand down Will’s spine before halting his movements.
Will sobs.
Mike smacks him again, relishing in the high pitched whine it results in. Speeding up his thrusts, Mike revels in the litany of gasps and moans spilling from Will’s mouth. His eyes are fixed on Will’s ass, unable to look away from where his cock is stretching Will open. He pulls Will closer, cock slipping in even deeper as he changes the angle and it makes Will scream. A shudder runs across Will’s body and he pushes back onto Mike frantically.
“There, there please Mike,” he says, and his hips bear down in an attempt to mimic the movement.
Mike stops this immediately. Grabbing both of Will’s wrists, he pulls them behind Will’s back. All Will needs to do is lie there, Mike doesn’t need him to tire himself out trying to do Mike's job.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs sweetly, but his hand circles both of Will’s wrists in a vice grip. He’s enthralled by how his hand easily wraps around Will’s wrists. His omega is so small.
Readjusting his body, Mike angles his thrusts so that he continues hitting the same spot. Will is so pretty like this, back arched and unable to do anything but take what Mike gives him. With every thrust Will’s ass shakes and he shifts slightly further up the bed, stopped only by Mike’s vice grip on his waist.
“Is that better, baby?” Mike asks sweetly, and Will nods rapidly.
“Say it sweetheart. You have to say it.”
“‘s better, so good,” Will slurs.
Mike grins and then stills completely. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever done. Will’s wet and open, and Mike wants nothing more than to keep hearing those pretty whines that come when he moves his hips just right. But he has a lesson to teach. A high-pitched whine escapes Will as he immediately tries to push back onto Mike’s cock. Mike holds him in place, preventing Will from doing anything but laying there.
“Mike.” Will’s voice is desperate.
“What’s wrong baby?” Mike asks, just as sweet.
Will turns his head to glare at him. Mike pinches his ass in retaliation, grinning at the yelp it elicits.
“Please, I need you,” Will says, attempting to roll his hips as he does so.
There it is.
“Me?” he asks softly. “Or just any alpha with a knot?” His tone sharpens at the end.
I wanted an alpha to chase me. An alpha. Not Mike. Just anyone. The mere memory makes Mike growl low in his throat.
”You, just you,” Will says quickly. He whines, and tears start falling down his cheeks. He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck to Mike in submission. Mike’s cock twitches, and Will’s body clenches tightly around him. It’s a sweet enough sight Mike almost takes pity on him. Almost.
“That’s not what you said before,” Mike reminds him.
Will lets out a confused whimper.
“Do you not remember?” Mike asks, voice dripping with false sympathy. “When I asked if you wanted to be mine and you said you were waiting for any old alpha to come find you?”
Will’s eyes go wide.
“I didn’t—” he starts but Mike cuts him off.
“You did,” he corrects Will. “So now I have to teach you a lesson baby. I told you that earlier, don't you remember?”
Will’s eyebrows furrow. It’s clear he doesn’t.
Mike tuts softly. “Did getting a dick in you for the first time really scramble your brain that much?” he asks meanly.
Will shakes his head, eyes heat hazy. “‘m sorry,” Will says quickly.
“I forgive you sweetheart,” Mike says quickly, and he feels Will’s body relax beneath him. “But I still have to teach you a lesson.”
More tears trickle down Will’s cheeks, but when Mike searches his face for discomfort or fear he finds nothing but desperation and want.
“I was gonna give you my knot and let you come as many times as you wanted, but you were bad. So now you’re gonna have to wait.”
Will lets out a pathetic whine.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. You still get to cum, you just have to earn it.”
“I will, I’ll earn it,” Will says quickly, and Mike’s cock twitches. He groans, snapping his hips forward into Will just once. Will moans, humping back onto him before Mike’s hands clamp around his waist.
”Stupid slut,” he snarls, and Will whimpers.
”You don’t deserve to be fucked by me yet. If that's what you want.”
“It is, it is!”
“You sure? You said you were waiting for any alpha to catch you. Would you have let any alpha see you like this?”
”No, just you. Just you, Mike.”
Mike raises an eyebrow. “You seemed pretty excited when I told you there were other alphas chasing after you.”
Will is shaking his head before Mike even finishes his sentence.
”I wasn’t,” he says, staring up at Mike with those wide doe eyes that have made Mike crumble ever since he was a kid.
”Oh? Then why’d you look so excited baby?”
Somehow, despite currently hanging off of Mike’s cock and being nearly folded in half, Will manages to look shy. The heat haze is fainter now, Will clearly trying to cling to clarity. He whines softly but doesn’t answer.
“Answer me,” Mike says firmly, one hand moving up to yank Will’s head up so that Will is forced to look at him. “What made you so excited if it wasn’t knowing there’s a horde of alphas drooling over you?”
“You, it was you,” Will gasps. “You said there were three other alphas and it—” he stops, glancing down shyly but Mike yanks his head back up.
“Finish your sentence Will. It what?”
“It made me so wet, alpha,” Will whispers. He’s so shy. That’ll wear off soon. Mike will ensure that.
Mike groans.
“You’re such a slut,” Mike says, shaking his head.
“‘m not,” Will protests weakly.
”You’re not?” Mike raises an eyebrow. He pulls his cock out from Will’s hole and Will lets out a desperate whine, shifting backwards to try and stop him. Mike tuts loudly, staying just out of reach. “You act just like a slut baby. All you want is to be knotted, doesn’t matter who it’s from.”
He pushes his scent out, watches as Will’s pupils dilate the next time he inhales. Just a little push to encourage Will. It works.
“No, no no. Want you. Want it to be your cock,” Will says fervently.
“That’s right,” Mike coos. He lets go of Will’s hair, but Will chases his hand so that his cheek is still pressed against Mike’s palm.
“No one but me. None of those other alphas drooling over you know how to take care of you. You could look at every alpha on the planet but none of them will ever take my place, isn’t that right?”
Will nods emphatically. “Only want you. Only ever wanted you,” he says.
“You’re mine,” Mike says, and then grins sharply when he feels a glob of slick leave Will’s hole.
“You just forgot for a while, didn’t you?” he asks.
Will shakes his head frantically.
“You didn’t? Then why didn’t you come to me first for your heat? Why did you decide that any stupid alpha could have you?” Mike snarls. It’s angrier this time, Mike still sore over being the last to know, and through Dustin of all people.
Big, glossy tears well in Will’s eyes. Even through his frustration, Mike’s cock throbs at the sight. Fuck, how did he not realize how goddamn pretty Will is when crying.
“Answer me,” he says harshly, slapping Will’s ass again.
“I didn’t— I didn’t think I could ask you to help,” Will says, and through the haze of jealous, angry arousal, guilt pokes at Mike. He should’ve been clearer, should’ve been brave to Will himself years ago instead of leaving them both wondering. He shakes his head.
“You can always ask me for help,” he says, too soft for the moment they’re in. “You should always ask me for help.”
“I will, I promise,” Will says.
”Only me,” Mike adds, the softness dissipating into something possessive and hungry. “I’m your alpha, isn’t that right?”
“My alpha,” Will agrees.
His pretty mouth is curved into a pout, eyes pleading and scent so sweet it makes Mike’s fangs itch to bite him. He thinks about dragging Will’s “punishment” out, but Will’s been so good, answered his questions, and mostly stayed still even with heat brain fighting to overtake him. Mike can give him what they both want.
“That’s right. I’m your alpha.” Watching Will frantically nod his head in agreement makes Mike want to throw his head back and howl, to drag Will outside and flaunt him in front of all the other pathetic alphas that thought they could have him.
“And you're my omega,” he says, and watches as Will’s eyes dilate and another gush of slick squirts out around Mike’s cock.
He swears underneath his breath. Without pulling out, Mike rearranges them so that Will is on his back and oh. This is perfect. Mike should’ve done this sooner. From here he has a perfect view of Will’s face, the glistening tear tracks and pink lips. He can see the way Will’s chest rises and falls as he pants, can see the way his pretty hazel eyes dart shyly up at Mike.
“Such a good omega, aren’t you Will?” Mike says, shifting onto his heels. He waits for Will to nod before sinking back in, groaning as Will’s slick hole clenches around him. Impatient from holding back for so long, he wastes no time in fucking Will, thrusting in and out of his omega with a singular intent.
Leaning down, he pulls Will into a kiss. Their first. It’s wet and sloppy, their tongues sliding together slickly. Mike can’t get enough of it. His thrusts speed up, and Will shudders beneath him, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. His hands fly to Mike’s hair, tugging each time Mike slides into him. Readjusting his body, Mike tries to find that same spot from before that had made Will scream. He knows he’s found it when Will throws his head back, a loud wail leaving him.
“Too— too much, Mike I’m gonna cum,” Will says, and Mike’s cock is so hard it makes him dizzy.
He reaches between their bodies and wraps his hand around Will’s cock. Barely two strokes later and Will screams, his body shaking as his moans blur together, a slurred word that might be Mike’s name leaving his mouth. His hole clenches almost unbearably tight around Mike’s cock. Mike swears, burying himself deeper as Will falls apart on his cock. Will comes hard, body twitching seemingly uncontrollably. Through it all Mike stays still, gripping the base of his cock to stop from coming so he can watch Will with greedy eyes. Mike needs to see every bit of Will’s first orgasm. Will shudders, legs trembling and soft sobs leaving his throat. Finally, Will goes lax, falling back against the sheets as his orgasm subsides. Mike, still hard but hesitant to discomfort Will, is surprised when Will looks up at him. His heat has fully taken over by now, Mike thinks. The syrupy edge to his scent has become full blown, and there’s a ravenous hunger in his eyes Mike’s never seen before.
“You’re still hard,” Will says, glancing between them where Mike is still holding his cock tightly to prevent himself from coming. He bites his lip, then looks at Mike through his lashes as he says, “Want you to fill me up alpha.”
“Fuck,” Mike swears lowly.
He checks Will’s face for confirmation, and then slowly begins thrusting inside him. Already close from staving off his orgasm, it doesn’t take him long. The filthy slide of his cock in Will’s slick hole, the way Will squeezes his cock, Will’s breathy gasps, makes it all too easy to fully give into his instincts. He begins moving again, rhythm picking back up as he ruts into Will. He groans at the sight of his cock covered in Will’s slick and cum as it slides into Will’s stretched hole. His thrusts pick up speed until finally, he sinks into Will one last time. Will whines above him as Mike spills into him, hips slowly stuttering to a halt. Will’s already slick hole is even wetter now, and when Mike pulls out a thick trickle of cum and slick follows. Will whimpers. The air is saturated with sugar and lilies, and his hands are clutching tightly at Mike’s back. His eyes are hazy when they meet Mike’s, and a sudden surge of protective adoration surges through Mike. He leans forward, pressing their sweat slick bodies together as he pulls Will into another kiss. Will kisses him back eagerly, and Mike loses himself in the slick slide of their mouths until Will squirms beneath him.
“Baby?” he rasps, and Will squirms again, unwrapping his legs from Mike’s back. More cum trickles out of him and Will makes a face.
“‘m so messy,” he says, a cute pout on his face.
Mine glances between their bodies, and a wide grin crosses his face.
“That’s okay,” he soothes Will. “I’ll clean you up.”
Will makes a confused noise that Mike ignores as he scrambles to settle between Will’s legs. Will’s hole is still leaking his cum, and Mike’s cock twitches at the sight of it. Fuck, he can’t wait to get his mouth on Will. Without any hesitation, Mike dives in. Above him, Will’s hands fly to his hair as a loud, shocked yelp escapes him. Mike would grin if he wasn’t busy. He starts on the outside, cleaning the slick and cum from Will’s ass, swallowing it greedily. Will’s slick is sweet and honey thick, and he can’t get enough of it. His tongue laves at the pale skin, tasting. He was right. Will is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
Mike sucks little marks into the plush skin of Will’s ass, leaving a trail of kiss swollen marks behind until he reaches Will’s hole. He presses a slow, sloppy kiss against it, then another. Mouths gently at the edges of Will’s hole, lathes it with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He dips his tongue in slowly, like he would if he were kissing Will. Above him, Will moans. His hands yank Mike’s hair, pulling him closer. Mike groans, exaggerating the sound so it vibrates through Will. He presses in closer, sucking at Will’s rim and occasionally pushing his tongue inside. Will’s hips jerk every time he does, pushing his ass further into Mike’s face.
Finally, Mike begins to eat him out in earnest, licking into him and burying his face in Will’s hole. Will’s thighs clamp down hard around his head as he whines. Mike licks further into Will, and his cock grinds into his sheets, desperate for friction. His hands grip Will’s ass tighter, pulling him impossibly closer as he laps up slick and come, swallowing them both eagerly. More slick gushes from Will’s hole as the omega makes a choked, desperate noise, grinding down into Mike’s mouth. Mike accepts him gladly, and is unsurprised when Will’s movements turn sloppy and uncoordinated, cumming for a second time. Greedily, Mike covers Will’s hole with his mouth, trying to drink all of his cum. Some of it slips out, dripping onto his face. Through it all, Will’s body spasms as he moans, and Mike continues licking into him until Will tugs at his hair again, pulling his head away.
“S-sensitive,” Will says breathless, legs still shaking.
Reluctantly, Mike pulls away from Will’s hole. He sits up, abruptly aware that his cock is fully hard again. He ignores it, instead crawling back up the bed to kiss Will again, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss that elicits a deep moan from Will. His hands roam Will’s body, squeezing his pecs and gently toying with his nipples. God, he’s never going to get enough of Will. He presses himself against Will, determined to keep them as intertwined as possible. As he does, a confused noise leaves Will. The omega pulls back slightly, and Mike whines at the distance, following him. Anything he might’ve said is cut off when he feels a small hand wrap around his cock.
“Will,” he says hoarsely.
The omega licks his lips and Mike swears softly.
“Will?”
A moment of hesitation, and then Will looks at him with a determined expression.
“My turn,” Will says firmly, squeezing his cock, and who is Mike to argue with his omega?
They rearrange themselves again, Mike shifting up the bed and Will settling between his legs. Just the sight of Will there, flushed and tongue poking out brings his cock to full hardness almost instantly. Then Will leans forward, and tentatively takes the tip of his cock into his mouth. Mike swears. Will’s mouth is so small, he can see the bump of his cock in his cheek. Fuck. He’s not going to last long. Will sucks at the tip of his cock, and Mike groans, hands coming down to grip Will’s shoulders. Will’s eyes flick up to his, but when Mike doesn’t do anything else he mouths at the head of Mike’s cock.
“That’s it sweetheart,” Mike says encouragingly.
Slowly, Will starts bobbing his head, inhaling Mike’s cock with deep gulps, as if he’s desperate for it. Eager and inexperienced, drool slips from his mouth as he whines, desperately sucking Mike down until he’s halfway down his cock. Mike groans at the sight. Glossy eyes stare up at him, small tears wetting Will’s cheeks. Plush red lips are stretched obscenely around his cock, and drool is dripping out of the corners of Will’s mouth. His cheeks are hollowed, little frustrated noises escaping him as he struggles to suck Mike further down into his throat.
“Having trouble baby?” Mike asks gently, running a hand through Will’s hair.
Will doesn’t bother pulling off his cock to answer, just stares up at Mike helplessly, throat still working relentlessly. The sight makes Mike’s cock twitch.
“Let me help,” Mike coos gently, and Will’s eyes brighten. He sucks harder around Mike’s cock.
Moving his hands up to Will’s hair, Mike can’t help but buck up his hips, chasing that wet suction even more. Will gags, fresh tears filling his eyes. Mike’s cock isn’t even fully in his throat yet. Tightening his grip on Will’s hair, Mike leans down to press a soft kiss to his temple before shoving the rest of his cock down Will’s throat. His cock is instantly engulfed in a wet, sucking heat. He groans, throwing his head back as he struggles not to come immediately.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re doing so well baby, taking me so deep.”
Will’s responding groan sends vibrations along his cock, and Mike instinctively thrusts deeper into his throat. Will gags at the sudden movement, tears spilling from his eyes. He pulls back, Mike’s cock slipping out of his mouth with a wet sound.
“Too much?” Mike asks, an apology ready on his lips when Will shakes his head.
A stubborn expression crosses Will’s face, and one hand wraps around the base of Mike’s cock as he sucks the tip back into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Mike swears lowly. He looks down at Will, the slow but steady bobs of his head as he swallows more of his dick.
“You’re trying so hard,” he says, just a hint of meanness in his tone.
Will’s eyes flick up to meet his.
”Never had a cock in your mouth before, have you?”
Will shakes his head as much as he can, looking up at Mike with pleading eyes.
”That’s right. Only me. I’m the first to know how pretty you look with your mouth wrapped around a big cock,” Mike says smugly.
“And I’m the only one, right?” Mike says, one hand reaching out to shove Will’s head even further onto his cock. “I’m the only one that gets to see you like this. No one else,” he snarls.
He revels in the wet, choking sounds coming from Will as the omega’s head bobs.
“So pretty gagging on my cock,” he says, and Will’s cheeks flush with the prettiest shade of pink.
He looks down, a low curse escaping him as he takes in the sight of Will, mouth stretched obscenely around his cock and humping Mike’s bedsheets with hazy eyes. Heat coils in Mike’s stomach at the sight. He’s close. Will’s head bobs back and forth, sloppy and inexperienced. It’s one of the hottest things Mike’s ever seen. He presses his cock in deeper, one hand on Will’s throat to feel the outline of his cock there. Will whimpers, a loud whine reverberating through him. Mike cums hard, hips canting forward to bury himself as deeply as possible into Will’s throat. A thick load of cum shoots down Will’s throat, and Will groans as he swallows it down. When Mike opens his eyes, he looks down to see Will’s eyes are closed, head leaning against Mike’s stomach as he grinds his cock into the mattress. Mike shudders, hips still jerking as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Through it all, Will remains lax against him, soft gagging noises filling the air when Mike’s hips buck too far into his throat. Despite this Will doesn’t even attempt to pull off, just nuzzles more firmly against Mike’s stomach.
“So good for me,” Mike praises him, and Will’s eyes flutter open, bright with happiness.
Slowly, Will pulls off, and Mike grimaces as cold air hits his cock. Ignoring it in favor of pulling Will up his bed and into his lap, Mike rubs gently at his neck. Will nuzzles into his hand, and Mike squeezes his cheek gently. It’s unfair, how cute Will looks even now.
“Okay?” Mike asks, and Will hums lightly. ”I need words baby,” Mike says firmly. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Good,” Will rasps, voice rough. Sympathy and smugness rise in equal parts within Mike. He was the one who made Will sound like that.
“You took such good care of me,” he says, and Mike preens.
“But,” Will hesitates, and ice floods through Mike.
A hundred things he might’ve done wrong flash through his mind. Then Will looks at him through thick, tear clumped lashes, and says, “You didn’t knot me,” pouting up at him.
Mike’s worry dissipates, replaced with a wave of relief and near overwhelming surge of desire. Mike groans. His cock throbs at the thought of knotting Will’s tight hole and marking him in the most primal way possible.
“You want that baby?” Mike asks. “You’re not too sore?”
Will shakes his head. “Please Mike, wanna feel you cum. Wanna be filled by you,” Will says, staring up at Mike with those wide, pleading eyes.
He no longer looks innocent and ripe for the taking, but rather fucked out and desperate. Mike wants to ruin him even further. Mike can feel his cock beginning to thicken once more at Will’s words.
“I just fucked you baby,” he says, feigning concern. “Are you sure you can handle my cock again?”
He slips his hand down to Will’s ass, squeezing the plush fat of it before dipping his fingers into Will’s recently stretched hole. Just as he’d hoped, Will throws his head back and lets out a whimper, hips jerking instinctively. He keeps his fingers inside, not moving, just claiming space.
“See?” Mike says, watching with greedy eyes as Will squirms on his fingers. “Can’t even take two fingers without whining.”
“I can,” Will says, so quickly it startles him. “Please, Mike. Haven’t I been good?” Will asks, pawing at his chest as he tries to gain enough leverage to fuck back onto Mike’s fingers.
Mike removes his fingers and Will whines loudly in protest. Such a slut. When he tells Will this the omega shakes his head in denial.
“You are,” Mike tells him, voice syrupy sweet. “You’re my slut.”
“Yours?” Will asks, tentative, and the air shifts to something softer.
”Mine,” Mike affirms. He leans down, buries his head in Will’s neck as he scents him. He rubs their wrists together at the same time, does it until Will’s natural lily and cedar is saturated in his own rain and ink. When he finally leans back, Will is dazed and limp in his arms. Mike’s cock throbs at the sight. Wrapping a hand around it, he strokes himself slowly, looking at Will. Fuck, he used to dream about this. And now he has Will in his bed, leaking his cum and begging for his knot.
“You begged so prettily earlier. I want to hear you again,” he says.
Will flushes an adorable shade of red. His eyes wander down to where Mike is languidly stroking himself. His mouth falls open. Mike smirks. He stops, lets his cock fall heavily against the bed. Will licks his lips. Mike cups Will’s face, and the omega leans into his hand.
“You can do that for your alpha, right Will?”
Will’s flush deepens, but he nods.
“Want- want your knot,” Will says, more shyly than he had before. He’s fighting to not give in to his heat again, but his face is beaded with sweat and his gaze is unfocused.
Mike tuts softly. That’s not what he wants, not when he knows how filthy and desperate Will can sound now.
“You can do better than that,” he says.
Will’s lips curve into a pout. “Mike,” he whines.
Mike raises his eyebrows, landing a sharp smack on Will’s ass. “What happened to the omega from earlier? The one begging for my knot before he’d ever even had a cock in him?”
Will’s face is scarlet, but Mike can feel a gush of slick spurt out onto his bedsheets, some of it landing on his own thigh. The clarity in his eyes is quickly subsumed by hunger.
“Please, want you to fuck me again,” Will pleads. “I can take your cock, I promise.”
“You sure sweetheart?” Mike rasps. He’s so hard it hurts, but he wants to hear Will beg just a little more.
Will nods. “I’m so empty alpha, need you so bad.”
“You have me, I’m right here,” Mike tells him.
In a sudden bold move, Will grabs his hand, placing it over his hole. “Want you here again,” he says, looking up at Mike through his lashes. “Want you to knot me like you said you would.”
Mike’s wavering restraint cracks. He flips Will onto his back, causing the omega to squeal and grab onto his shoulders. Mike settles between the omega’s legs, one hand gripping Will’s waist while the other guides his cock. As soon as he slides in, Will sighs happily, eyelids fluttering closed. He can see Will’s pupils swallowed by black once more, a familiar fog overtaking them.
He slides in with a filthy sounding squelch, cum and slick easing the way. Despite having been fucked already, Will’s hole is still tight, sucking him greedily. Mike groans, quickly setting a steady pace, thrusting deeply into Will. Below him Will moans, hands scrabbling at his back as each thrust pushes him further up Mike’s bed. He almost wishes Will were on his front, so he could see the way his hole stretches wide to accommodate Mike’s cock. Almost. The view he has of Will’s face, kiss swollen lips gasping and pink cheeks, is more than enough to make up for it.
“Fuck, you’re a mess sweetheart,” Mike says roughly. “But you love it, don’t you? Love being full of my cock and my cum in your pretty little hole?”
He’s answered only by the sounds of Will struggling to speak past breathy whines, and it makes some animal part of his hindbrain howl victoriously. Will keeps making short, punched out noises, tears starting to stream down his cheeks once more. Purposefully slowing his pace, Mike exchanges speed for power, sinking into Will with deep, forceful thrusts that make Will gasp and his eyes flutter shut.
“Eyes on me Will.”
He wants Will to look at him always, wants Will to know exactly who is giving him his pleasure. Will whines but obeys, and Mike swears his cock grows even harder. He keeps his gaze fixed on Will’s face. Obsessed with the way Will struggles to keep his eyes open, to obey Mike and keep his eyes on where they connect. The way his eyes flutter when Mike angles his hips just right. He wants to see everything, to hear all of Will’s pretty moans and whines. Reaching down, he slides a hand around Will’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“M-Mike—oh—”
Will tightens around him, limbs shuddering as he cums. Mike feels dizzy with how hard his cock throbs at the sight. He pants, hips canting deeper into Will, speeding up as the pleasure grows higher and higher until his knot pops, cum spilling into Will. Unable to resist, Mike keeps thrusting into Will as his knot grows, short, choppy movements that make Will gasp and clutch his shoulders.
“Mike,” Will chokes out, soft and breathy. “‘m so full.”
”I know, I know. You did so good. So good for me Will,” Mike whispers, pressing a flurry of kisses to Will’s face and neck as his hips slowly shudder to a stop.
Will purrs happily at the action and Mike’s heart soars. His omega is happy. Mike repositions them so that Will is more comfortable as they wait for his knot to go down. Will lets him rearrange his limbs without protest, blinking blearily up at him. That artificially sweet edge to his scent is dissipating. His induced heat must already be ending. Will whines softly as Mike settles into position, both of them on their sides, face to face. Mike hurriedly murmurs gentle apologies, rubbing his hip soothingly.
“Don’t worry Will, I’m gonna take care of you,” he murmurs.
Will tips his face up, buries it in his neck as he inhales deeply.
”I know,” he murmurs. “Always do.”
~~~
Later, once Mike’s knot has gone down, Mike reluctantly untangles himself from Will to clean them both up. Wiping Will down is easy, the omega calm and looselimbed, slowly coming back to the world. More difficult is switching the sheets out, and it takes him several minutes to convince Will that he’d be more comfortable in fresh sheets. Once he does, Mike is quick, changing the bed in record time before wrapping Will in his softest blanket. Will snuggles into it, reminiscent of a bunny in a burrow. Mike slides into his bed, wrapping an arm around Will as he lies down so they’re face to face.
Will eyes him uncertainly. The fog of his induced heat has faded, and there’s a caution to his movements that makes Mike anxious. He’s already facing Will, but he scoots closer, lacing their fingers together. Will’s eyes flick to their joined hands. He doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t look happy either. It’s not a good sign for the question Mike wants to ask, but he steels himself anyway. He needs to be brave. Mike finally brings up the thought that’s been tormenting him all day.
“You didn’t tell me you were joining this year.”
“I didn’t plan to.”
“But you did.” Mike tries very hard not to whine or growl.
Will nods. “My last few heats have been… more difficult. Then Jonathan said he was joining this year and mom suggested I should too, and I…” he trails off.
He pulls the blanket up, covering himself. Mike frowns. Will shouldn’t hide from him, especially not in his bed. Without thinking he reaches out, tugs the blanket back down and covers Will’s newly exposed skin with his own hand. Will’s skin is warm beneath his palm, and he watches in fascination as goosebumps spread out from where his palm lies. Will doesn’t stop him, but his body tenses. Instinctively Mike pushes his scent out in an attempt to soothe Will. He rubs Will’s chest gently.
Steeling himself, he asks, “Did you have someone in mind? When you signed up?”
Mike’s close enough that he can hear the way Will’s breath hitches, feel the increase in his heart rate. It makes his heart drop, and a familiar, acidic bitterness rise up in him. Will did want someone. Someone that wasn’t Mike. Jealousy rushes through him. Mike knows his scent has soured by the way Will’s nose scrunches, and he desperately tries to reel it in. Across from him, Will stays silent. His gaze flits between Mike’s face and the proprietary hand Mike refuses to move.
“Will?” Mike asks. His voice roughens. “Who did you sign up for?”
“Who did you?” Will returns, something sharp in his tone.
“What?” The question throws Mike off-kilter.
“Who did you sign up for?” The fresh scent of lilies turns, gaining a rotted edge. It’s the way Will smells when he’s displeased, but Mike has no idea what could’ve caused such a change.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Mike asks. “I didn’t join until I heard you had.”
The rotting edge to Will’s scent dissipates, sweetens once more.
“Oh.” Will blinks. He sounds almost bashful as he asks, “You wanted me?”
“Want,” Mike corrects him.
I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’m never going to stop wanting you. Beneath his fingers, Will’s heart rate picks up again.
“For the season?” Will asks.
Will’s question stuns him. He looks at Will, flushed and dreamy, glossy eyed as he stares at Mike. How could anyone see Will, especially like this, and only want him for a season? Shaking his head, Mike sits up, the hand on Will’s chest moving to cup Will’s cheek.
“Will.” He says it again, desperate to make Will understand. “Will. I chased you. I caught you. I brought you home. You’re in my bed, wearing my scent.”
In his hand, Will is statue-still. “That’s how seasonal mating works.”
Mike flinches. Even the idea of this being temporary, of having Will and then losing him, makes him feel sick. It’s the fear that’s been taunting him ever since he first glimpsed Will this morning, the same fear he’s tried so hard to quell. Despite this, he can’t help but hope. Contrary to the harshness of his words, Will’s scent betrays his uncertainty. He knows that Will wants him, at least for heats. Had begged for him, over and over. Called him alpha, let Mike knot him. He knows that now he’s had Will in his arms, he can’t go back to how they were. And he knows, if he doesn’t ask now, he’ll never get the chance again.
“I don’t care about how seasonal mating works. I care about how ours does,” he says, and watches as Will’s mouth falls open in a tiny o.
“How does ours work?” His voice is cautious, but Mike swears he sounds hopeful.
“However you want it to,” Mike answers truthfully.
“What?” Will’s eyebrows furrow. He tilts his head in silent question, and Mike swallows.
“Don’t you get it Will? You’re the one in control here. If you want me, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. If you don’t,” Mike swallows. He can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, so he pivots. “It’s your choice.”
“You really do want me,” Will says softly, as if in awe.
Mike nods. Will searches his gaze, glances down at where Mike’s hands still cover his body. He tilts his head into Mike’s hand, ever so slightly. Then he raises his eyes to look at Mike directly.
“Ask me.”
“Can I claim you? Please Will. Please let me.”
Mike briefly considers separating from Will to slide to his knees to ask again, to worship him traditionally, like a supplicant to a saint. He doesn’t only because Will’s hand is still in his, and Mike would never do anything to stop his omega from holding onto him. He holds his breath as he waits for Will to answer.
Will nods. His hair bounces wildly with the force of it, and for a moment Mike sees Will, years younger, nodding the same way as he kicks his feet on the swing. His eyes are shining so brightly Mike swears there are stars in them. It hits him then. Will said yes.
Will wants him, Mike Wheeler, to claim him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he blurts out, the words slurring together in his rush to get them out. He’s the luckiest man on the planet. “Gonna take such good care of you, I swear. Gonna be the best alpha for you. You’ll never be cold, never have to lift a finger. I’ll do everything, whatever you want,” he promises, peppering kisses across Will’s face between each word.
Will’s scent blooms in the air, saturating it with lilies and cedar. Mike’s follows suit, until his room smells like the perfect amalgamation of them. He wants to drown in it, roll in it until lilies and rain is the only thing he can smell.
“I love you so much,” he says, a long held secret he’s eager to confess, and Will shudders underneath him.
Small hands caress his face, gently pulling his head up so that they’re eye to eye.
“Say it again.” Will’s voice trembles.
“I love you, Will Byers,” Mike tells him, full of conviction. “I’m so in love with you.”
An awed smile crosses Will’s face, like sunlight breaking across the sky. He’s so beautiful.
“I might love you too, Michael Wheeler,” he says, and though he’s clearly trying to be teasing, his voice is soft and tremulous.
He’s uncertain. Mike will fix that.
“Might?” he asks, keeping his tone light and playful. He presses a sweet kiss to Will’s lips, just because he can. “Anything I can do to make that a certainty?”
Will hesitates, the beginnings of a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. He looks up at Mike through his lashes in a way that is rapidly becoming a Pavlovian bell to Mike’s dick.
“I can think of a few things,” he says.
“Like what?” Mike asks. His hand snakes down to cup Will’s ass.
Will pushes back into his hand.
“I was thinking…,” he tilts toward Mike, lips brushing against his ear. “You could clean your room. It smelled like dirty laundry when we walked in,” he says, and oh, he’s laughing now.
Mike groans, throwing his head back dramatically.
“You’re a tease,” he complains, but there’s no bite to it. He’s too entranced by the way Will’s nose scrunches as he smiles smugly. He’s so cute. Mike wants to bite him.
“So you won’t do this for—”
“I’ll do it. Obviously,” Mike says quickly. “But only if you kiss me first,” he bargains.
Will laughs. Mike swears the sunlight in the room grows brighter at the sound.
“Just one,” Will agrees, and laughs into the kiss Mike immediately pulls him into.