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Most Omegas went into heat once a month. Unfortunately, John was not like most Omegas. His heats only came every two months. The Centre had said it was peculiar, and they offered a variety of reasons why: he had been changed, he was older than most changed Omegas, the experience had been traumatic, the fact that he nearly died from blood loss... Every time he asked, it was a new explanation. He couldn’t help but wonder a time or two if werewolves actually knew anything about themselves, or if they just made shite up as they went along.
John usually didn’t care about his heats. When they came, they came. He would feel one start and ring for the suppressants the Centre could provide. The controlled substance would silence the need building in his body. However, this meant that John had never experienced a true Omega heat. John couldn’t imagine it was too bad. Upon discovering this, though, Greg warned him that there could be side effects from the suppressants.
Within days, John started his research. Jim had provided him with home WiFi, and he re-obtained access to several databases. The research he found was contradictory. Some reports showed that Omegas who experienced long suppression periods experienced a more intense heat. Others, however, contended that Omegas experienced an almost muted heat in comparison to usual. One showed an outlier of a group of Omegas who only experienced their natural heats once a year after taking habitual suppressants. The only agreement each researcher made was that Omegas could not suppress for a year without experiencing some form of repercussion.
John had suppressed for double that.
Worry chewed at him as he tracked his upcoming heat closely. At least, as best he could guess. Backtracking time was difficult. Telling days apart in the Centre had been impossible. Thus, he had it lowered down to a specific week and highlighted it on his calendar. After readying himself for bed, he would always walk over and cross the day out. It made him feel more proactive, closer to Jim.
Tonight, he noticed that he had finally reached the two week mark. Another two weeks of transitioning. Another two weeks of almost-but-not-quite freedom. It was enough to make his soul restless. Honestly, if he hadn’t connected with Greg so well, he would have just hunted Jim down himself. But that still didn’t prevent the pounding of his heart. Nor did it stop the sudden urge he felt to go for a jog.
Unsettled, John debated sneaking out. Greg didn’t have to know, after all. And it was such a beautiful night, a brilliant crescent moon hanging low in the sky. The streetlights reminded him that the city never slept. There was always somewhere he could go, somewhere to be. How wonderful would it be to run as far as he could until he couldn’t move another muscle?
Breathing deeply, John restrained his will. Two weeks. He could wait that long. With that, he shoved himself away from the window. Jim wouldn’t hold him back. Of that, he was certain. Clambering into bed, John grabbed the tie. It no longer smelled of Jim at all, but he still held onto it. As silly as it sounded, he felt more connected to Jim with it. He curled up on his side, bringing it close to his heart, and drifted to sleep.
Panting, John jolted awake. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His heart pounded, as though he had just woken from one of his night terrors. Glancing out the window, he noticed that night still greeted him. The clock showed it was two in the morning. As he moved, his body screamed in protest. Need lapped through him as flames would a log, burning him from the inside out. The duvet, however, stuck to his skin. Kicking it off, he groaned as his arse ached. The emptiness overwhelmed him, and he twisted in agony. His breathing became haggard as he forced himself to sit up. His arse protested to the weight now being placed upon it.
He was in heat. Panic set in as he felt his mind starting to slip from his control. Need. He needed to be claimed, filled, dominated. Scrambling for his phone, he barely managed to hit Greg’s number with shaky fingers. The phone rang twice, the noise barely able to ground John there.
“John? What’s wrong?” Greg asked as soon as he picked up the phone. His voice was remarkably clear, given the time of night.
“I-I’m… I’m in heat,” John managed to gasp.
“Hold on, John. I’m calling Jim.” With that, Greg hung up.
John whined. His body protested at the very thought of waiting. Clawing off his pajamas, John didn’t care as he ripped through his shirt. He could only sense the hollowness of his body. He wasn’t meant to be alone. Panting, he flipped over. He reached down and instinctively slid a finger in. Natural lubricant meant it met no resistance. Sliding his finger in further, John could feel it begin to slide out and down his thighs. Copious amounts for a heat, according to the reports he read.
Without thinking, John began to pump his finger. Liquid squirted out of his arse, and he let out a soft moan. He couldn't help but rock back onto his finger before slipping in another one. Part of him - the small human part that remained - couldn't help but feel humiliated by his state. Never before had he been so desperate to feel a cock inside of him. His body was aching for contact, and his arse felt painfully empty. Groaning, he slipped in a third finger. It wasn’t enough.
Frantically, he fucked himself. John whimpered and writhed as desperation bubbled up. He hit his prostate, grateful for his medical knowledge. Pleasure struck down his spine like lightning, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not until-
“John!” a voice called out. John whined in response. Suddenly, he felt a hand remove his fingers, and he thrashed in objection. Couldn't they tell that he needed something - anything - just to keep his sanity? However, his hand was pinned to the side of his head to keep it from returning. “It’s alright, John. I’m here now.”
It was only when he smelled his Alpha that he realised who it was. “Jim,” he whimpered.
“That’s right,” Jim answered. His trousers hit the ground in record time. “I'm here now.”
Whining, John flipped over to face his mate. “Jim!” he begged, spreading his legs further apart. He drew his knees up to his chest, practically prostrating himself.
Jim groaned upon seeing that. In seconds, he clambered on top of John. A biting kiss connected them. John moaned as he felt his Alpha dominate him. Without thinking, he wrapped his legs around Jim’s waist. Jim growled before shoving his cock into John’s arse. Letting out a moan, John clawed down Jim’s back as he finally felt himself being filled. The haze lifted enough for John to regain some of his senses.
John gazed up at his Alpha, able to see his dark eyes glittering. Leaning up, he kissed Jim gently, nibbling tentatively at his lower lip. Jim groaned before licking into John’s mouth. Immediately, John submitted. Whatever Jim desired of him, he could have. He calmed the storm within John’s body.
Already, he could smell their scents becoming one. Jim’s scent would always linger on John, no matter how far away they were or how much time they spent apart. As Jim explored his mouth, John bucked. Jim growled, thrusting into John in reply. Tossing back his head, John cried out. Jim’s hands gripped his hips, as if to hold him in place. He could feel the faint bite of nails in his flesh. Jim picked up speed, the sound of flesh slapping flesh symphonising with their growls, whines, and grunts.
John tossed back his head, baring his neck for his Alpha in submission. A swipe of tongue was his only warning. Jim bit down, his teeth sinking deep into John’s muscle but didn’t break the skin. With a scream, John bucked and came onto himself with a cry.
“That’s it,” Jim murmured into John’s ear before licking the shell of it. John whimpered, still hard despite the orgasm. “You looked so gorgeous coming like that. My perfect Omega.”
“Knot me,” John rasped, his throat dry from his heat. The ache permeated his body. They could indulge themselves later, once his heat had abated somewhat. But right now, he knew he needed to be claimed. He needed to be certain that this Alpha would remain his. Forever. “Please, Jim.”
Jim nodded before biting down onto John’s left shoulder, just over the scar from the bite that turned him. Letting out a scream of pain, John thrashed underneath Jim as he tried to get away from his Alpha’s teeth. After a few more thrusts, he felt a bulge slip past his sensitive rim. His body reacted, orgasming. The pleasure erased his pain for but a moment, washing his senses away as he was left tingling. Slowly, though, the pleasure faded.
Jim’s cock was still inside of him as John recovered enough to speak. “Why?” he snarled. Anger surged through him as tears threatened to fall. “ Why there? ”
Jim licked away the blood that was running from the wound. “Because…” he murmured, wiping away the wetness of near tears, “… where you are first bitten by your Alpha will become an erogenous zone for you in a few days. Every time I kiss it, lick it, or caress it, you will have a rush of pleasure. It was my way of erasing your past. Of replacing it with your future.”
Slowly, John felt the rage ebb from his system. “Oh.”
Jim smiled and began to leave love bites on John’s neck. “The Centre called today. They set you up with an interview at St Bart’s. It’s on Monday at one o’clock.”
John recognised the name, and he couldn’t help but grin. St. Bart’s had provided him with his first experience in the medical field. Honestly, everything was falling perfectly into place. John couldn’t shake the feeling that he was meant to be here. “I’ll make sure to be there.”
“You better be,” Jim said teasingly, pulling back slightly to examine his handywork. “But make sure they understand that you’re mine.”
“They will, Jim. Everyone will,” John assured his Alpha before kissing him passionately. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“How was work today?” John inquired as Jim walked into the flat. “It went late, I see.”
Jim had always kept from defining his job to John. The most he ever said was that he worked for the government and, therefore, could not divulge further. John knew how those agencies worked, and he understood. Besides, he had worked on some projects that the government would refuse to acknowledge their very existence if they ever came up.
“Yes, well, let’s just say not everything went according to plan, and I had to handle the aftermath.” Wrapping his arms around John’s waist, Jim nuzzled him before looking down at the stove. “How was St Bart’s?”
“It was nice. I’m starting to get used to working there,” John said. “Oh, I met this really strange bloke today. What was his name?” He paused a moment and thought back. “Sherlock Holmes.”
Jim’s grip on John tightened almost imperceptibly. “Ah.”
“He was pretty funny. Wanted me to take up a flat share with him. When I told him that I doubted my Alpha would be pleased with that, he just scoffed… like he couldn’t believe I had one. Very strange bloke - but - well, I think I like him.”
Jim growled before possessively sucking a love bite into John’s neck.
“Come off it, Jim.” Even so, John made no move to force Jim away. “I’m yours. We both know that. I thought you would be excited that I was starting to make friends.”
Suddenly, Jim stopped and paused for a long moment. John waited as well. “No, you’re right,” he finally said before kissing the love bite, as if apologising to it. “I am happy for you. Continue befriending this Sherlock Holmes. I can’t wait to hear all about him.”
Smiling, John turned and embraced his freedom.