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Newt is five when he meets Percival Graves.
His daddy brings two men over and Theseus tries to sneak Newt out through the garden.
“I wan’na play,” Newt protests but his big brother won't let go of his wrist.
“We got to hide Newt, there’s a man here to steal you away.”
Newt blinked, tears welling in his eyes at such a terrible thought. “I don’t wan’na,” he sobbed. A wail starting in his throat that brought their mum out. Newt reached for her insistently and her warm and comforting arms helped soothe his upset.
“What is going on here?” she directed at Theseus and Newt sniffled as his brother admitted they were running away so no one could steal Newt.
“I don’t wan’na be s’old’n,” he hiccupped and his mum gently moved his hair from his face and wiped his wet cheeks.
“No one is stealing you, darling. Theseus was eavesdropping, which he shouldn’t be,” she added to Newt’s brother firmly. “Mr. Graves and his son are here because your daddy thinks you would be a good match.”
“Match?”
“If everything works out, when you grow up, very high,” she exaggerated and Newt giggled. “Mr. Graves’ son will come and marry you.”
“Mar’ry me, like you and daddy?”
“Very much so. When I was very little my mum and dad picked your father for me and when we grew up we married. After that, I had Theseus in my belly and then once he was running all around, we had you.”
“I’ll have babies?” Newt question brightly, kicking his legs and warming up to the idea. The Hippogriffs his mum trained had their babies every spring and Newt was very keen on a fluffy baby to call his own forever.
“Babies,” Theseus wrinkled his nose in disgust and Newt kicked at him from his spot on their mum’s hip. “Why haven’t I gotten someone to marry me?”
“Because you’re an alpha dear,” their mum began walking, carrying Newt and leading Theseus by the hand through their gardens. “When you come of age you and your father will do the same thing, going off to find an omega for you to marry one day.”
“But how come Newt’s so little, why does he get to first?” With his brother looking cheated, Newt decides he likes being married after all.
Their mum sits on the side of the fountain and uses the clean water to wash Newt’s face, his tears and snot wiped away with a handkerchief.
“Newt is an omega dear, he is the one who must be married when he comes of age.”
“Why?”
His mum huffed and pushed his hair from his face. “I’ll explain when you’re older,” she promised and both the boys groaned at the excuse.
“You always say that,” Theseus whined and Newt noticed someone walking, turning his head curiously.
Wiggling from his mum’s arms he jumped down and hurried after his daddy. Rushing around the corner he bumped into someone, a hand stopping him from falling.
Newt blinked up at the stranger, feeling scared but then he saw his daddy standing with him. Ducking his head shyly he hurried around the man so he could throw himself at his father’s legs, pressing his face against his thigh.
“Well, well, speak of the little one. This is Artemis,” his daddy said, picking Newt up and turning him so he was facing the two men. “What do we say dear?” his father rumbled at him, tone gentle and encouraging.
“Hullo,” Newt squeaked shyly, turning to hide in his father’s face immediately.
One of the men chuckled.
“He…he’s very young,” the other said, voice strange.
“Yes, well you’re very young yourself. You wanted a late marriage, didn’t you? Time to establish your career as an auror?” The older man replied with a stern tone and Newt peeked from his daddy’s neck. The younger man nodded his head, glancing at Newt and then away, his face a bit red.
“Is he going to marry me?” Newt whispered to his father curiously.
“Yes my dear, if he can prove himself, he might very well marry you one day.”
“Not for a long time,” Newt reminded and his daddy and the older stranger both chuckled, his daddy pressing a kiss to Newt’s hair.
“Exactly.”
Percival would visit every year, usually with his daddy but sometimes alone. He’d have tea with Newt’s mum in the garden or talk in the study with Newt’s daddy. Theseus didn’t like him but Newt thought he was ok. He brought Newt nice things when he visited each year. Newt always a bit older and more aware of the man he would marry one day each time he met him.
“What is it?” Newt asked curiously, holding up the shiny rock.
“A sun catcher, an opal fire stone from one of the finest mines and the wood frame was carved by the best in America,” Percival explained, he always spoke so calmly but Newt could see he was unsure, often looking to Newt’s mum or daddy when he talked to him. Newt only met with Percival when one of them was with him. As was proper.
“What do you say Newt?” His mum prompted and Newt flushed for forgetting.
“T-thank you,” he mumbled, his gaze looking around instead of meeting the man’s eyes. Newt would get scared when he had to stare at people too much. His gaze fell on some books Percival had with him, one book with a puffing dragon on the spine.
“What’s that!?” Newt jumped and only his mum's hand on his waist kept him from falling.
“This?” Percival seemed perplexed again but he pulled the book from under the pile, offering it to Newt’s outstretched hand. “Research books for my studies.”
“You’re finished your schooling now aren’t you?” Newt’s mum asked politely and Percival nodded.
“I’m working to make my application to MACUSA’s Auror program.”
“Following in your father’s footsteps,” he mum offered and Newt stopped paying attention, the book with dragons dancing on it opening to reveal even more dragons. Great big ones, smoking and flapping their wings in the pictures. Newt turned the pages with rapt fascination.
He blinked up when his mum squeezed him, gaining his attention.
“Huh?”
“Newt,” sighed like he was being rude but not so much so that he would be punished later. “Percival asked you a question.”
“You seem to like dragons?”
“Oh! Yes, very much. I’m going to study them. All sorts of magical creatures.” Newt cheered, grinning brightly at the man who finally, finally smiled.
“I’m glad you have something you like so much,” he told Newt and for no reason at all, Newt felt his heart thump funnily. He ducked his head turned to hide against his mum’s neck like he hadn’t since he was younger. His mum seemed to find it funny.
“Newt has quite the gift with magical creatures, he convinced the gnomes in the garden to leave.”
“Didn’t mum, I just explained that the gardens further down were used less so no one would mind them there. Dad was talking about getting a Jarvey to eat them!”
“He was just teasing you love. Not many people would sit and have a talk with gnomes you know, and I know you still go and have chats with them. Why, just this spring, a unicorn followed Newt home from the greenbelt!”
Newt flushed and Percival made an inquisitive sound.
“Mary was just a bit lost, she wanted something to drink is all,” he mumbled in explanation, his mum chuckling.
“You have a gift my dear, I’m sure you’ll be wrangling dragons soon enough, giving us a heart attack like with the Mokes.”
“They were just scared,” Newt refused to budge on that.
“Why don’t you give Percival his book back dear, it’s growing late.”
Newt blinked, realizing he was clutching the dragon book tightly to his chest. He offered it out obediently but Percival shook his head.
“I think this would be a better gift than a shiny rock don’t you?” He asked Newt and he couldn’t help but flush, looking at his mum for guidance. She just offered him a smile.
“T-thank you,” Newt managed to get out, face flushing so red as Percival smiled at him.
Later on, when Percival was gone, Newt flipped through his book in his room alone. As he turned the pages he thought he could smell Percival a bit, pressing his nose to the pages. It was wispy scent but it was there, something warm the reminded Newt a bit of the sandalwood soap his mum used to wash his back. Without understanding why, Newt found he really liked the smell and was sad when it faded away.
Newt was sixteen the first time they ever broke the rules. There were rules of course, many, many rules. Newt’s entire life had been about rules though.
When he went to Hogwarts he learned he was different for the first time. Being an omega made him special, made him very rare everyone whispered. Newt was sorted into Hufflepuff but his room was through a special door from the common room that only opened for him and led into a dorm with other omegas. The door was heavily spelled that only Newt could pass through it. There were only eight of them in all of Hogwarts, all different ages, but they all roomed together for safety.
“Alphas might come for us, try to steal our innocence!” A Gryffindor girl named Joyce who slept in the bed next to him cried.
“I think it’s more about keeping us all locked up every night, no evening walks that’s for sure,” an older Slytherin boy called Joseph muttered.
Newt didn’t rightly understand it all, but he did get the idea of it. Omega’s bonded when they mated and they mated for life. Newt liked the idea of it, forever with his one true mate. But that also meant alphas would try and lure omegas to mate with them, to break arranged marriages. But Newt's parents had picked Percival because he was the best and so Newt had promised them he would never let any other alpha trick him.
“Alphas get to sleep around,” someone huffed and Newt blinked.
“T-they do?” He asked, unable not to.
Joseph smirked at him. “Yup. They can mess around with betas and find loose omega whores to fuck,” he explained and the others giggled or cried outraged. “Everyone knows they all do it.”
Newt bit his lip, wondering if Percival did such things. They did only see each other a few times a year, always formal visits. It had never occurred to Newt what the alpha might be doing when he wasn’t visiting. When they wrote he only talked about work or everyday things.
It picked away at Newt, like a sliver under his skin it festered. He noticed suddenly that alphas were flirting with betas and the way they would hold hands and go off somewhere.
“Alpha’s like a bit of fun,” Joseph teased Newt as he walked by.
“Who was that?” Leta asked, looking after the boy.
“Just a-another omega.”
Leta hummed in reply, watching him go before looking back to Newt curiously. “You’ve been acting weird, what happened?”
Newt shook his head.
Since he had learned to write properly, Newt had written with Percival. The letters were all checked over but when he was at school a few slipped by. Theseus was in charge of reading them over and he found it utterly boring. So usually he didn’t even check them before pressing the family seal to send the letter off via magic. Newt wasn’t allowed to know Percival’s address in order to prevent inappropriate contact.
Usually, they talked about easy things, Newt’s lessons and Percival’s work as an Auror. What sort of house Newt would like to live in when they married, if he would like a house in England as well, where he wanted to go study magical creatures once he was done at Hogwarts. Plans and ideas shared back and forth. Polite and a tad bit formal.
Newt wrote his usual replies but at the very end, his quill hesitated. Red faced he quickly asked Percival if he ever kissed others. Embarrassed Newt tried to spell the question away but it refused to go.
“Another letter for your one true love?” Theseus asked, finding Newt in the library and scaring him half to death.
“W-what? No!” Newt jumped but Theseus was already folding the letter and pressing the seal to send the letter off. He frowned at Newt as the omega despaired inside.
“Th-that was only the rough draft Theseus,” he mumbled and his brother rolled his eyes. “Whatever, he won’t care, I’m going out with friends now so I’m not waiting all night for you to write a letter.” he shrugged and left, leaving Newt in a mild panic attack.
“He’s going to think I’m some great baby,” Newt whispered, curled up under the greenhouse window with Leta. She’d found him hiding and coaxed him to confess what had happened.
“Well, Newt. You do realize that the alpha probably is sleeping with others right?”
Newt blinked and shook his head in negative quickly.
“We’re promised,” he reminded her and Leta shrugged.
“But you’re not married yet. So it’s not that odd for him to see other people before. It wouldn’t be odd for you either,” she pointed out but Newt shook his head again.
“I promised I wouldn’t let an alpha trick me.”
“That’s to do with knotting and bonds Newt, holding hands and kissing, touching a bit is perfectly fine.”
Newt suddenly realized how close Leta was, her shoulder touching his.
“Everyone does it, surely you’ve seen?”
Newt had. He’d seen alphas who had omega brides and omegas with alpha mates in waiting, arranged marriages to fulfill, he’d seen them go with others, with people not their mates.
“I don’t think,” he breathed, red-faced. Newt had thought it like swans, they came of age and met their mate and that was it. There was no one else for them.
He’d liked the idea.
“Trust me,” Leta told him simply and he glanced at her, watching her lean in and press her mouth to his. It was warm and wet, slippery in a way he didn’t like. Her breath was tinted with the soup from lunch and she pushed her mouth too hard to his.
Newt trembled terribly when she pulled way, licking his mouth. Her eyes were funny, a bit shiny and glazed.
“Omegas really do taste amazing,” she told him with a dreamy smile and Newt blinked.
“Omegas are like magic compressed,” an older Hufflepuff omega named Irene explained to him after as they got ready for bed. “We’re like a lightning rod, we pull in and focus magic, alphas who mate with omegas are more powerful because our magic feeds them. We don’t have powerful magic ourselves but we can make others powerful. Not really fair.”
Newt knew this already; he took the alpha and omega classes just like everyone else.
“He’s asking about the sexy part,” Joyce giggled.
“See,” Joseph came to lean against the door as they brushed their teeth. “Alphas are the big strong scary ones and omegas are the weak soft darling. So way back when, we needed alphas to protect us. So our bodies starting smelling and tasting perfect to them.”
“Pheromones mostly,” the Ravenclaw, Anne, muttered thoughtfully. “Our bodies and magic are in tune with them, we’re compatible.”
“We’re like a love potion,” Joseph corrected with a leer. “Smart omegas can get an alpha to do anything they want, willing to throw themselves on a sword just to please. When an omega goes into their heat, they have to mate and all, but they can drive alphas wild, fighting to be the one who gets to mate.”
“Like the old stories, where the omegas ask the alphas to prove themselves and they have to fight dragons?” A younger boy asked, wide eyed and looking as curious as Newt felt.
“Exactly.”
“That’s why they try to trick you or use brute force, because they want you that badly,” Joyce announced with the air of someone well lectured. “You don’t ever trust an alpha until your mated. Then only your mate will want your scent.”
Newt didn’t know what to think.
He stuck to Theseus side during the week and his big brother picked up that something was wrong. He hung out with Newt without pestering him or complaining once. Newt felt terrible but he avoided Leta, still unsure.
“Coming to Hogsmeade?” Theseus offered and Newt shook his head. They were walking down the halls, the Hufflepuff common room around the corner.
“I’m going to study, I’ve found a new book on venomous slugs.”
Theseus wrinkled his nose but rubbed Newt’s hair affectionately. “Alright, see you later.”
Newt was up in his room, digging out the book when the light came. A great bright thing that made is eyes blink. It jumped around the room with a grace, coming to stop in front of him. Newt was kneeling at his trunk and he blinked in wonder as a pretty pale white animal he didn’t know looked up at him, glowing brightly. Some sort of dog Newt thought in marvel.
“Please meet Percival at Hogsmeade.” The stunning creature whispered and then dashed off leaving Newt gaping after it.
Meet Percival at Hogsmeade? When? Now? Was he at the little village right now waiting for Newt?
Because of the letter, he was certain, because Newt had written that inappropriate question. What if Percival wanted to break the arrangement now?
“What’s wrong with you?” Joseph asked, pausing by the door to peer at him.
“M-My arranged al-alpha wants to m-meet me at Hogsmeade.”
The Slytherin boy grinned outright now, coming into the room. “When?”
“N-now?” Newt felt a bit dazed, he felt sick to his stomach but Joseph was grinning like this was a wonderful thing.
“Come on then!”
Newt let the older boy pull him along as they hurried from their dorms and down along the castle. “Have you ever met in secret before?”
“S-secret?”
“Well it’s not an official meeting, is it? Your parents aren’t here.”
Newt stared and then his face burned red. “I c-can’t meet him then!”
“Oh come on, have some fun! I’ve met with my alpha on the sly for ages, never let him knot me of course, just enough to keep him wanting more.”
“Knot,” Newt’s voice was humiliating high and he tried to dig his feet in making Joseph pause at the Hogwarts gate.
“Don’t you want to meet him? You always seemed so stupidly dedicated to him.”
Newt stared at the ground, his mind whirling with all the rules he was expected to follow. He was never to meet Percival without supervision; his mum and dad had made him promise. But Percival had come all this way, had clearly wanted to see Newt.
“W-will you come?” He suddenly said, staring at Joseph who looked caught off guard. “I’m n-not to meet Percival a-alone but if you c-come,”
“Technically you won’t be alone. Alright.” The other omega grinned and winked at Newt. “I want to see this fancy American alpha of yours, I was going to spy anyways.”
“Th-thank you.”
Percival was truly waiting for Newt, leaning against the old wood fence and looking distinctly out of place in his American coat and fine suit. The dark grey suited him though and Newt’s face was burning.
“I don’t see anyone,” Joseph mumbled and Newt blinked, Percival was right there. But then no one was looking at him really, everyone walking by without a glance.
“I think he’s using a spell to hide,” Newt mumbled and Joseph made a curious sound, looking harder now.
“Artemis,” Percival greeted when they reached him and Newt’s entire face flushed red for no real reason. Joseph stood by his side, arms crossed as he looked Percival up and down.
“Bit old for little Newt,” he commented with a sharp tone.
“Jo-Joseph,” Newt hissed.
“Some arranged marriages are,” Percival replied smoothly, his attention on Newt. “How are you?”
“F-fine,” he mumbled, recalling Leta and her mouth on his, he felt dirty, like he had betrayed Percival.
“Go for a walk Newt,” Joseph suggested, gesturing to the crowds walking down the street. “I’ll follow but let you have some privacy.” The usual teasing about him wasn’t in full force and Newt wondered how bad he must look that the boy was being nice.
“A good idea,” Percival added and pushed away from the fence, waiting for Newt to join him.
“Will you tell me what’s going on?” He asked once they were walking along, no one seeming to pay them attention, none of the students noticing them. It had to be a spell, one Percival was maintaining easily.
Newt stared at the ground. “A f-friend, she…”
His twisted his hands in one another, squeezing until they hurt. Percival reached and brushed his knuckle lightly making Newt start. It was the first time they had ever touched skin on skin before.
“Your friend,” he prodded gently when Newt didn’t continue.
“She said most alphas spend time with o-others,” Newt rushed, his confession trapped in his throat. “I wanted to know if you did too, with betas I mean.”
“Are you talking about sex?” the older man asked and Newt’s face burned horribly. Joseph made a muffled sound, too far to hear them but probably using a spell.
Percival put a hand on Newt’s shoulder and guided him from the busy street, leading him into a small park. When he waved a hand behind them, Joseph seemed to walk into an unseen wall.
Before Newt could protest going somewhere alone, Percival stopped and turned to face Newt. He ducked down, going on a knee so he was the one looking up at Newt.
“I won’t lie to you, I have spent… time with others,” he admitted with a grimace and Newt suddenly felt a great pain rushing in his chest. He blinked his eyes quickly, feeling them water.
“O-oh,” he breathed, suddenly so hurt unreasonably, for some reason he had thought Percival might not. “I s-see.”
He stared down at the snow under his feet and felt terribly young and stupid.
“I guess it won’t matter then.”
“What won’t? Please don’t cry Artemis.” Percival’s warm, large hand cupped his face and his thumb rubbed at the tear running down his face. Newt felt like such a child, a little fool. Here was his alpha, a grown man having to comfort him, still a baby.
“My friend L-leta kissed me. She said everyone does. B-before they're married.”
Percival peered up at him but Newt couldn’t meet his gaze at all. When the alpha tried to tip his head to look at him Newt pulled away.
“Someone kissed you?”
Newt nodded.
“But you kissed someone too,” he added and Percival frowned.
“I did. But I can’t say I like the idea of someone kissing you.”
Newt shrugged, feeling petty. “I don’t like that you kiss others either.”
Percival sat back, looking up as Newt stared at the ground silently. His mind turned over the thought that omegas were supposed to be able to ask alphas to do things. Would Percival stop if Newt asked him?
“Well perhaps we can come to an understanding,” the man suggested softly and Newt blinked, daring a glance at him.
“An understanding?”
“Yes. I won’t kiss anyone else and neither will you?”
“What about sex?” Newt blurted, mortification burning his face.
Percival looked surprised, blinking once and then he smiled, a deep chuckle in his chest.
“No sex either. No kisses and no sex.”
Newt nodded, feeling relieved, the aching in his chest suddenly not there, a warmth filling its place.
“A-alright.”
“Alright,” Percival echoed, lifting a hand to cup Newt’s face again. “We have an understanding then?”
Newt nodded, feeling a bit dizzy, Percival was close now and Newt could smell something heavy and good. He didn’t have a way to describe it, like food when he was hungry but somehow utterly different. The alpha had touched him more than all the times they met over the years, bare skin on skin.
“Very well,” Percival announced and he moved off his knees, rising to stand. He leaned over though and pressed a warm lingering kiss to Newt’s cheek. It should have felt like a kiss from his mum but it didn’t. Newt felt something heavy rush through him and settle in his belly. It was nothing like his mum’s kiss and nothing like Leta's either.
Percival unwound his scarf from his neck and placed it on Newt. The omega blinked and realized he had forgotten his own in his rush earlier.
“Is everything alright then?” Percival asked and Newt nodded his head. He felt warm and fuzzy, Percival’s scent pressed under his nose and the scarf warmed from the man.
“May I walk you back?”
Newt nodded, unable to meet Percival’s gaze but for a new reason.
Joseph, the terrible omega that he was, called all the other omegas to their room that evening and told on Newt. Everyone giggling and asking about Percival and what they had said. Joseph offered everything he knew but once Percival put up the block, Joseph couldn’t hear them. Embarrassed, Newt fumbled through the story with everyone listening intently.
“He kissed you!” Joyce hissed, scandalized.
Anne smiled, not looking like her usual stern self. “I think it’s sweet, that he would promise you that.”
“Do you think he’ll actually do it, though?” Joseph snorted and Newt frowned.
“Yes. Percival is an Auror now and he was never one to lie before. I believe h-him.”
Anne sighed a bit.
“You’re lucky to have such a nice alpha, Arthur is my age and he goes to Hogwarts too but he want’s to ‘see other people’,” Joyce complained and the focus left Newt, the group talking about their alphas until bed.
“Come along Artemis,” Joseph called out, slinging an arm around Newt’s shoulder and dragging him away from Leta. “Boy’s got a fine alpha waiting for him,” he told her with a wink.
Newt flushed, but let the older boy lead him away.
“Mum sent you new gloves. What's with the handsy Slytherin?” Theseus asked as he dropped the package and took a seat beside Newt.
Sensing something was going on and with the other omegas giggling and hinting, Theseus had wheedled the story from Newt. Not about Percival, but just that Leta had kissed him. Theseus seemed to think it was a bad idea and between him, Joseph, and the other omegas that caught on to the game, Newt barely saw Leta anymore.
They never kissed again.
In the summer when they arrived home, Newt curled up in his own big bed and sighed happily. Hogwarts was wonderful but Newt would always prefer home with its comforts and his family close by. He managed maybe half an hour before he was jumping out of bed and digging through his trunk from school. Percival’s scarf was tucked away and Newt chewed his lip before taking it to bed with him.
It had been just to help him sleep at first.
The smell of the alpha made Newt feel safe.
But then the dreams started and Newt would wake up feeling too warm, his pajamas wet and his thighs sticky. He understood what was happening; Newt knew he was growing up, his body beginning to turn into a proper omega.
But for some reason, Percival’s scarf became so much more than comfort. Newt would press his face against it, the warm scent in his lungs as he rubbed against the bed. He never dared to do anything more at the school, he didn’t know the right charms to make the bed soundproof like the older omegas did.
But now that he was at home in his own room, Newt could explore a bit.
Joseph had teased Newt about the scarf but he had also charmed it so the scent never faded.
“You’ll thank me,” he winked and Newt flushed to realize he had known Newt would do this.
Pressing the blanket down around his ankles, Newt rubbed his thighs and felt the slick there, his omega cock hard but his backside feeling more sensitive, a tingling from inside. Newt carefully rubbed his finger over his opening and he whined at the sudden spark of pleasure. Pressing his face to Percival’s scarf, Newt imagined the man there, watching Newt, touching him, pressing his fingers instead of Newt’s.
He pushed a bit more and his finger sank, sliding into himself, his body warm and very slippery. Putting a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, Newt rubbed his finger back and forth until he couldn’t stand it, his thighs trembling as he slumped to the bed, panting for air despite not running.
Newt laid there feeling a bit dazed.
He spent all summer learning about feeling good and working on his silent charms so he could spell his bed when he returned to school.
When Percival visited Newt couldn’t stand to look at him, hiding away with his face burning red.
“Gross Newt,” Theseus complained and Newt jerked, staring at his brother as he covered his nose. Horrified he looked to his mum who was smiling but waving a hand so the windows all opened. Percival stood with Newt’s father at the door, standing very still. Newt couldn’t really scent himself but it was obvious his body was humiliating him.
“Well, I suppose that settles if Newt and you are compatible,” he dad huffed and Newt wanted to die. He slunk from the library and down the balcony into the gardens, face burning red.
The bowtruckles he had found during a bad rainstorm squeaked at him as Newt fed them bits of apple.
“I might never be able to face him,” Newt lamented to them.
“That’s too bad,” Percival commented, making Newt jump and turn to face him.
“We’re having lunch on the balcony,” he explained, motioning to where Newt’s parents and brother were rearranging furniture to set up a table just up the stairs. His dad keeping a close eye on them.
“S-sorry,” Newt whispered, feeling humiliated because he could feel himself going slick again, just looking at Percival in his nice suit. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s a very good thing, sweetheart,” the endearment made Newt duck his head and pet the bowtruckle in his palm, his hands needing to do something suddenly.
“I was worried actually,” Percival stood a bit away formally, too far to touch for obvious reasons, Newt’s family watching them openly. “When you mentioned kissing others.”
“I haven’t done that since that one time. I don’t see Leta anymore. Besides. S-she wasn’t. It wasn’t like…I liked your kiss more.”
Percival stood still before Newt before stepping back a touch. “I’m glad,” he breathed, his voice low in a way that ran up Newt’s spine.
Newt could feel himself shiver and when he dared to glance up at Percival’s face the man was starting intently, his eyes dark in a way they had never been before. Newt could feel something in him answer, a hunger twisting in his belly.
“Newt!” His mum called and they both started a touch, Percival stepping back hastily. He gestured a hand and Newt hopped up from the bench trotting up the stairs with Percival following.
“You should send him a picture,” Joseph grinned, holding up a camera.
“W-what?” Newt stared at the contraption. They both had a free block on Tuesday mornings and they both liked to waste it lying in, Newt reading books and working on letters to Percival while Joseph slept or read things he wasn’t supposed too.
“A picture, like this,” he tossed Newt a book, a small pink book with a winking omega on the cover. Curious, Newt opened it and then snapped it closed, face burning.
“Why?” He cried as Joseph laughed and jumped up from his bed, crawling onto Newt’s and shoving his book on occamys away.
“Isn’t it terrible? My alpha had it and I confiscated it. I told him if he was good I might send him a picture of my own and then he sent me a camera!”
Joseph flipped the book open and half dressed omegas winked up at them, their legs bared and shoulders on display, a few women were even topless.
“That’s filthy.”
“I know,” the other omega replied like that was a delightful thing, peering at the pictures. “Look at him, all twisted like a pasta noodle.”
Newt muffled a laugh as Joseph tried to turn like the man in the picture, his bare backside to the camera but his upper body twisted around so he was looking at the camera as well.
“Come on, you did make your alpha promise not to touch anyone else. He hasn’t had anything but his hand in years now, why not give him something to look at?”
“Absolutely not,” Newt breathed, face crimson. “I could never do something so d-dirty.”
“You’re so mean to your alpha Newt,” Joseph teased. “You have his scarf and he has nothing!”
Newt dragged his study book back and ignored the other omega taking photos of himself on his bed, stripping down increasingly more with each snap.
“I’m going to the library,” he finally huffed, unable to sit there with the omega taking dirty photos, Joseph’s laugher following him.
The following Tuesday he woke to the now familiar snap of a camera and Newt yawned, sitting up. He idly pushed his nightshirt down; it had ridden up in the night, almost at his waist.
However when he realized the front laces of his shirt were all undone, the neck opened so wide it was hanging off a shoulder, he realized something was amiss. His blanket was pulled to the side as well, so he wasn’t covered at all. The second snap of the camera and a bright flash made him start and he whirled to find Joseph running from the room.
Over the past week, the omega had been taking photos of everyone, following the omegas around the castle and snapping nice pictures of them. A few had even followed his suggestion and sent pleasant, proper photos to their alphas, ones where they were all dressed and just smiling.
Newt fumbled from the bed and hurried to change, trying to find the other omega before he showed anyone but Joseph was nowhere to be found.
“Newt! Can I talk to you?” Theseus threw an arm around Newt’s shoulders and dragged him off before he could even reply.
They ended up walking along the lake with his brother struggling to ask something and failing repeatedly. Newt didn’t press, letting Theseus work himself up to it. But a part of him was huffing, he had to find Joseph and his dirty photos of Newt.
“Are you happy?” The alpha suddenly blurted and Newt looked away from the giant squid to stare at his brother. “I mean with your arranged marriage. You barely know the man but you’re going to marry him soon, barely a year away now.”
Newt tried to think of what had brought this all up, Theseus looking genuinely frustrated by it.
“You’re only seventeen and he’s twenty-six. I never really thought about it before but now…”
“Lots of people are different ages, mum and dad are fifteen years apart,” Newt reminded him but Theseus shook his head.
“I’m not asking about them, I’m asking about you.”
Newt stopped walking and looked up at his big brother, watching Theseus look back at him.
“I love Percival, Theseus, I’m excited to m-marry him, I’ve always been. He’s been so kind to me and we write a-all the time as well. I’m not…this is my choice.”
“But it was arranged when you were five Newt. Five.”
“But I wasn’t married then. It was just decided we might match well. I grew up learning about Percival. Honestly, if we didn’t want to get married we wouldn’t.”
Theseus picked up a flat rock, wiping the dirt off it before skipping it down the lake.
“Because that happens all the time,” he grumbled and Newt felt a touch annoyed. Theseus meant well but he wasn't listening to what Newt was explaining.
“It does actually. I room with eight omegas, three of them broke off engagements because when they began to grow into a proper omega their alpha's scent didn’t seem right.”
“How can it be right?”
Newt shrugged.
“It just can. Some people think an omega can tell if someone had ever practiced dark magic just by scenting them, that if they’ve ever taken a life their scent would reveal it.”
“Can you?” Theseus looked curious now. Newt shrugged.
“There’s no real proof of all that, but I do know that Percival has always smelt…right, I’ve never really thought about not marrying him. I have to mate when I go into h-heat. You know that. All omegas need to mate when they go into heat or the heat won’t stop.”
“And they get weaker and weaker until they die, I know Newt.”
Theseus huffed, flipping a rock before throwing it.
“I’m graduating next year Newt, and you’ll be moving off to America.”
Oh.
Newt blinked. He leaned on his brother and Theseus huffed again but hugged him. “It’ll be fine I’m sure. It’s exciting really. You’re off to be an Auror and I’m going to attend an academy in New York to study magical creatures. Percival wants to buy a flat in London and have a port key door put in so we can travel between easily. That way I can visit often.”
“Really?” Theseus looked a bit relieved and Newt nodded. He felt a bit strange, being the one to comfort his big brother when so often it had been the opposite. Still, he stood with Theseus watching the giant squid and skipping rocks until the sun faded.
When he woke the next morning, Newt found a photo of himself on his pillow, a note telling him to ‘send it to him’ taped to it.
The photo wasn’t terrible; he didn’t look like the omegas from the dirty book. It was just Newt, waking up, sitting up a bit with his back to the camera, his shirt slipping down a bit on his shoulder. The nightgown was up high but not too high, his thighs were showing and the curve of his backside could be seen, the nightgown tucked a bit under him. But it still wasn’t appalling.
With his back to the camera, it wasn’t obviously Newt either.
Joseph winked at him when he passed him in the hall and Newt couldn’t help but think about what he said. Percival had promised not to be with others for Newt and he did believe the alpha had honored that.
“Come take a picture, Newt,” Joyce called, the omegas all sitting for nice pictures to send their families or alphas. So Newt sat and took a simple photo of himself offering a meek smile.
Feeling a touch scandalous, he charmed the second photo to the back of the proper one, if the charm worked, the second photo would only reveal once Percival held it. If not, well, then no one would ever see the thing.
Theseus barely glanced at the photo before closing the letter and putting the seal on it. “As long as you're happy,” he told Newt who smiled in reply.
Percival thanked him for the photos politely in his reply letter and Newt’s face burned for days. He kept re-reading the letter and staring at the ‘photos’ rather than ‘photo’.
When Percival visited in the summer his gaze felt heavy. Newt could barely stand to be in the same room with him without getting a bit wet. His mum and dad were polite enough to charm the scent away but it always drifted back. No other alpha made Newt scent so badly, it was only ever Percival.
“I thought about potions, to mask it,” Newt admitted; face a bit red as his mum talked to one of her assistants. Percival and Newt walking along the stable fence in clear view. “It’s rather humiliating.”
“I like it,” Percival replied simply, looking out at the Hippogriffs on the other side of the fence. “It smells lovely.”
Newt’s face burned and he stared at the grass as they walked.
“You mask yourself,” Newt noted and Percival frowned a touch.
“I have too, for work. Aurors need to be able to hide, few spells can hide an alpha from an omega so we have to take potions.”
“Do omegas?”
“Far more than me, their scents are meant to be clear and alluring.”
Newt glanced and jerked when Percival was already peering at him, the hungrily look in his gaze.
Looking back, Newt noticed his mum trailing after them now and stopped to wait for her.
“I wanted to thank you, for your photos,” Percival said lowly and Newt struggled not react to obviously with his mum walking towards them.
“Oh M-merlin. My f-friend took it, I shouldn’t have s-ent that.”
“As I said, I wanted to thank you, they’re both lovely images, they’re very dear to me,” he rumbled, something about his tone making Newt feel himself slick. He glanced at Percival and could see the man reacting to Newt’s scent, his gaze so fixed on Newt that his knees felt weak.
“I don’t think I’ll make it to the w-wedding,” Newt confessed in a whisper.
Newt didn’t make it to the wedding.
In January, after coming back from Christmas break, Newt woke one morning, soaked in a damp bed of sweat. The wedding was four months away but Newt was in heat now.
Joseph had graduated and left but Joyce noticed him still sleeping late and checked on him. Professor Dumbledore oversaw the omega dorm and while the man was hard to find, he was always there when needed. He carried Newt to the hospital wing, casting a protection charm to keep Newt’s omega scent from the wafting down the halls. Alphas would be pulled towards it if they caught scent and it could start fights.
The healer looked Newt over once and then had him isolated in a private room with a locked door enforced with magic.
“You’ve entered your heat now,” the older man told Newt kindly. “We’ve contacted your family.”
“P-Percival,” Newt breathed, feeling scorched and needing the man, wanting his alpha there pressed up against him.
“We’ve contacted your intended as well,” Professor Dumbledore added reassuringly.
“For now, I’ve mixed a potion to help ease the worst of it and let you sleep for a bit,” the healer offered and Newt felt a glass put up to his mouth. He drank down the blissfully cool liquid and almost immediately slept.
He woke to the scent of Percival.
Newt had never noticed it before but as he fumbled to sit up and push the blankets back, he knew utterly it was Percival’s scent. Even as muffled as it was.
Stumbling on the cool stones of the floor, Newt pushed himself up, his plain nightgown clinging to his skin, soaked.
The door creaked loudly as he pushed it open and Newt felt a knee jerking relief that Percival was there, turning towards him.
The alpha moved to come over but a sudden spell stopped him.
“I’m afraid that until the student’s parents have arrived to grant permission, you two must remain apart.” The headmistress proclaimed calmly. Professor Dumbledore and the healer were with her.
“I n-need,” Newt tried to explain and professor Dumbledore looked sympathetic, as an omega he understood.
“We must wait,” the headmistress repeated but Newt knew his mum and dad were off on some sort of vacation, watching wild Hippogriffs somewhere far away. It could take days.
“Thee-theseus.”
“That’s right,” Percival cut in, the spell freezing him wearing off. He was staring at Newt, not looking away for a moment but not moving forward. “Theseus is Artemis’ elder brother and an alpha. The arranged marriage contract will show that he is permitted to stand in if Artemis’ parents cannot.”
“Stand in?” someone asked, Newt felt too dizzy to know who.
“We’ll marry of course, immediately.”
Theseus was white-faced when they brought him in but he agreed once he saw Newt. Trembling and struggling to stay upright, lost in a heat fever that would only grow worse the longer they waited. Technically Newt could wait a week before it became dire, but it was considered cruel to do so.
The healer gave Newt another potion, something that pushed back the fire licking at Newt’s skin. Sweat still trickled down his face but he felt less lost, more focused.
There was a little stone church just outside Hogsmeade and they went there. The priest welcoming them and seeming to understand the urgency without judgment for it.
Newt had a fine suit for his wedding being made and instead, he wore a plain but clean cotton summer dress. Joyce had brought it to the hospital wing at some point, knowing what was going to happen. It was just like her to worry if Newt looked pretty for his wedding, heat induced of not. He didn’t wear dresses often but he had little choice.
Theseus spelled it to fit Newt, the laces up the front adjusting as he struggled to stay level headed, floating in that place between awake and asleep it felt like. Talented at magic, Theseus made Newt a long white veil with a pink and green flower crown. Omegas always wore crowns of flowers when they married, a show of their close bonds with nature.
“Newt,” poor Theseus looked like he might cry and Newt fumbled to hug him reassuringly.
“Come along now,” someone said and Theseus tucked Newt’s arm in his own. There was a row of pews they walked between, a soft music playing as Percival, the priest, the headmistress, and professor Dumbledore all waited.
Percival wore the plain shirt and trousers he arrived in but had spelled them clean and honestly he could wear anything and look dashing Newt thought privately.
Theseus walked him to Percival ceremonially, carrying Newt’s unsteady weight and trying not to cry as he clutched Newt’s arm. He hugged Newt too tight when the got to the end. But after a moment he stood back and smiled, watching Percival offer his arm to Newt.
Together they knelt at the altar and began the ceremony to wed them. The priest comprehended the need to be quick, but still spoke beautiful words about commitment and starting a future together.
Newt fumbled to nod his head in the right places and they didn’t have their rings yet but Percival pressed a soft kiss to Newt’s ring finger. Dizzily, he wondered if it had been intent or mistake that no one gave him any underthings. His slick running down his thighs in fine warm lines.
Once it was done, Newt was too weak to stand and so Percival lifted him up right off his feet, cradling him close and Newt whined. A full omega whine in a church, a needy call to mate standing before a priest and altar.
Someone chuckled softly.
The headmistresses talked about a room and Newt heard little, pressing to Percival, his nose rubbing at the spot where his jaw and throat met. Magic twisted around them and then they were somewhere else, Percival walking down a hall.
Newt was soaked, his thighs dripping, the need to mate burning through him, his magic thrummed through him as well, making the fires in the hallway lighting brighter and every bit of magic near them spiking up. Newt’s magic wanted to connect, wanted to feed another.
Newt bit at Percival’s jaw now, sweat running down his back as he crooned, there was no shame, only the hunger. “You smell good,” Newt mumbled and Percival seemed to walk faster.
“Fuck,” Percival hissed and a heavy door banged shut. The older man thumped them against it and Newt was being twisted, turned all around until he was chest to chest with the tall alpha. Newt’s feet didn’t quite touch the floor but Percival held him tightly by the waist, keeping him up.
He kissed Newt finally, properly.
Nothing like the soft little kiss on his cheek or the chaste thing he pressed to Newt’s mouth in the church. He kissed him on the mouth, pushing against his lips and it was wet and slick and Newt whined in exhilaration.
He pulled at Percival’s nice shirt, fisting his hands and wrapping an arm around the man’s neck. Newt doesn’t know how to kiss, not really, but Percival’s mouth tasted so good and when his tongue pressed into Newt’s mouth, a big thick thing, he opened up immediately. Percival licked at the roof of his mouth, tasting and stealing Newt’s breath.
When the alpha broke the kiss Newt was breathless, panting a bit, head tipped back. Percival kissed his neck, open, wet touches of his warm mouth that leave his skin wet and tingling.
“P-please,” Newt begged, barely understanding. But he needed it, needed it so bad, his body was too sweltering, everything felt like too much. But he knew deep down that Percival could stop it, could fix everything.
Percival was moving, Newt felt the cold stone on his feet and then his knees, they slide down the door until Percival was sitting and Newt was settled on his lap. He could feel the man under him, could feel Percival’s erection and Newt would be embarrassed but he just wanted.
His mouth hung open, pink and shiny as he gasped and pressed down on the fat bulge. Percival groaned, head thumping on the door. His hands were pulling at Newt’s dress, bunching it at his waist and then Newt’s bare backside was rubbing against the front of his trousers. He was drenched and eager, body wracked with shivering, and his eyes unfocused as he just tried to ride Percival, hips rolling with desperation he barely recognized.
“Morgana, sweet little thing, Oh bloody hell,” Percival has never cursed but he chanted things now, terrible words as he struggled to open his trousers without lifting Newt off his lap.
The entire time he did that he was kissing and licking at Newt’s skin, pushing the dress neck open wider, the delicate laced up front ripping when he tugged so he could lick a line along Newt’s shoulder. He pulled at his waist and made him sit up so he mouth could reach Newt’s chest. Wet pressure soaked the material of the dress, his nipple hard and responding when Percival mouthed at it.
It makes Newt tremble and cry out, pushing his body down and Percival shoved up in answer. Everything was dizzy and happening so fast but Newt was eager and willing.
“I’ve been so good for you, I made a promise and I kept it, waiting for this, waiting to feel you,” Percival growled at Newt, his voice so low and rough and Newt adored it.
He closed his eyes tight and clenched his teeth shivering as slick trickled down his thighs, Percival’s nice trousers were sopping too, wet with it.
When his bare cock touched Newt’s thigh he jerked and cried out. The scent was heavy and strong and Newt was giddy with it, lost in the delicious desire. His mouth watered and his body rocked, he dropped his head back instinctively baring his throat as he squeezed his thighs as close as he could on the man’s lap. He trapped Percival’s cock between his thighs and the man cursed again, shoving up hungrily and pressing Newt down onto him.
His cock slid against Newt’s thighs, feeling so thick and hot.
“Please, please,” Newt chanted and Percival chuckled, rumbling like thunder.
“You pretty thing, so sweet and innocent, you don’t even know what you want.”
“Y-You,” Newt replied and Percival lifted Newt a touch, an arm wrapped around him crushing his chest to the other man. Percival was so much bigger than him, a grown alpha while Newt was slender and small, an omega who was still growing. One body meant to give and the other to take.
Percival’s fingers touch his hole suddenly and Newt cried out, shamefully loud as he pressed back immediately. Two fingers dip and then slide up into him. Percival’s jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes half closed, he looked as dazed as Newt felt. Cupping the man’s face Newt pressed soft kisses to his cheek, little fae things that grow lewd as the two fingers move in him, opening up and feeling his slick insides.
Newt trembled, panting open-mouthed against Percival’s skin and then he licked, tasting alpha sweat and wanting more.
Three and then four fingers press in and Newt’s never had so many before. Percival’s fingers were wider and longer than his, they dig deeper and Newt whined, shoving back on them eagerly.
“Pretty omega, tight little thing, tight little cunt,” Percival panted and Newt shivered, whimpering as the fingers slid away from his body.
But Percival was pressing something bigger, a slick blunt thing pushing insistently.
It feels too big, too much, but Newt wanted it. The desperation clicked into place and Newt knew this was what his body wanted so badly, it wanted to be taken, mated and bred.
Percival pressed up and pushed Newt’s waist down, more and more, increasingly the pressure carefully and Newt trembled, hiding his face in the man’s neck.
It was too big, it won’t go, but then with a sudden rush it did. The fat head pushed into Newt’s hole, the first cock inside him, the only one that ever will be.
Percival’s head thumps on the door again; his eyes clenched shut in concentration as he nudged Newt down a tiny bit more. When he goes, more sinks up into him and Newt’s making loud terrible sounds, high whimpering sobbing as he felt tears trickle down his face. There’s a burn of being too full, stretched so far open, his poor hole. But Newt was crying because it felt so perfect, just what the clawing in his belly needed.
Newt’s thighs quivered and he pushed down on his own, Percival grabbed at him but he’s not ready to do so and so Newt sank almost all the way and he sobbed out.
“Slow darling, slowly, we have to be careful, have to treat you right,” Percival muttered and Newt shook his head.
“Want it,” he mumbled and pushed down a bit more, until his thighs and the curve of his arse were in Percival’s lap again. “Want it in me, all the way in me.”
Newt thought Percival’s cock might be up in his throat, it felt so huge and deep. But everything in him lit up, wanted it. He lifted and dropped a bit and Percival seemed to come alive under him, pushing up in little motions. He rocked up and down in tiny circles, his cock sliding inside Newt.
He had thought his fingers had been wonderful but they were nothing.
The too big feeling amazing now, the stretch so perfect as the pain fades.
Newt moaned and Percival pushed up a bit harder, the sliding motion making Newt’s thighs jerk as something inside him utterly surged with pleasure, like a sudden ember glowing hot. When Percival moved he hit that spot again and again and Newt was being noisy, hips rocking enthusiastically. He clutched Percival’s shoulders for balance as he bounced himself, pumping up and down and feeling everything in him burn so good.
“Gorgeous,” Percival breathed and licked at Newt, pulling at the dress, the lace front ripping more until it was hanging off Newt’s shoulders, his chest bared for the alpha to lick and bite at him. Every touch seems to build on the pleasure, bringing it higher and higher. When Percival’s teeth clamp on his nipple Newt nearly howled.
The world tilted suddenly, Newt clutching at Percival as he moved them, pushed off the door to lay Newt on his back without pulling out. Newt spread his thighs eagerly and gave a happy sound as the alpha pumped into him even faster. His hips move with a precision Newt can’t replicate, everything too shaky and his body not really listening to him.
Percival kissed him again, mouth rough and his tongue licking. Newt broke away when he needed to breathe, gasping for air as a bit of saliva hung between their mouths.
Percival’s cock felt marvelous now, each time he pushed in a spike of heat hit Newt, like being burned, a split second too much but in such a good way. Newt felt out of control, like he would do anything to keep feeling so amazing.
He gripped at Perceval’s shoulders, fingers twisting him his shirt as the man lunged into him. He slammed so hard Newt was pushed up along the cold stones under his back. His veil is still on his head, a spell keeping it in place and it covered Newt’s bare shoulders. Percival grabbed his waist and yanked him back down each time he was shoved up. Newt hooked his thighs over the alpha’s middle and clings to him as they rutted feverishly.
“Darling, little sweet, my Artemis,“ Percival panted, looking wild, eyes so dark, his hair falling out of place. Newt’s never seen him like that before but his heart was pounding in a strange delight, he liked it, liked seeing his alpha so feral. Looking how Newt felt.
“Be good now,” the man crooned, “be good and take my knot.”
“I will,” he answered, shaking apart. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so g-good.”
Newt shivered as the spark hit him over and over, coming faster as Percival fucked into him, slamming up into Newt, pressing as deep as he could. It hurt a bit but Newt pushed into it eagerly, urgency welling. He could feel it all building, the pleasure and the need, the fever that was making him drip sweat, Newt could feel his own magic humming, alive and pounding in a way it never had before.
Percival yanked back and shoved back in a long hard thrust but he couldn't get to the hilt. Pain burned as he pressed roughly, not letting Newt escape.
“Take it in, just let me in,” he growled and Newt doesn’t know how to.
“Please, yes, please, all the way, as far as you can,” Newt begged without thinking, there’s no room for embarrassment within his heat.
He spread his thighs as wide as he could, whole body trembling on the edge of fall. Newt was panting and sobbing, a tear trickling down his face. Percival was so much bigger and pushing hard, forcing his way in and Newt loved it. He choked out a weak cry and he felt something give.
Percival’s cock slid in with a sudden motion, slamming all the way into him as Newt howled. His magic twisted and he could feel Percival’s own power, spilling into him, hot and pulsing as it filled Newt.
He couldn’t stop trembling, fingers clutching at Percival’s hair and neck as he whined and arched his back up against the alpha.
“Please, oh Merlin, please, Percival, please, I c-can’t,” Newt’s tongue was heavy and his words were slurred.
It felt so good, everything felt so perfect, Newt’s heart thumped with the pleasure, each pulse burning brighter until he could barely stand it. It felt like the second was somehow drawn out, magic suspending the moment. Newt never knew his body could feel so good. His body tensed up and it was overtaking him, thundering through him.
Newt slumped with a moan, time restarting and his body suddenly ached terribly, he could barely get his breath back. His fingers hurt to relax and his limbs felt heavy, Newt felt like he ran around the lake and then hiked through the forest, as if he was running all day long. His body ached with it but a good sort of ache, like something was accomplished.
Percival was buried in him, Newt’s backside shoved all the way up on his lap, tightly pulled against him. His knot was inside Newt, filling him, echoing the magic.
Newt thought he might be floating a bit, distant from the world. Percival kissed his neck sweetly and Newt turned his head, kissing the man lazily, tongues sliding over one another.
The pulse died down but didn’t fade, remaining sure.
Newt was mated.
Percival’s knot slowly went down and he carefully sat up, limbs shaking a bit as he moved back gently, testing. His hair was dripping wet, his shirt was too, his whole body sweat soaked, Newt was no better, feeling slick all over his thighs and backside, pools of sweat running down his chest and along his neck.
When Percival’s cock pulled back a touch Newt shivered, his legs trying to hold him before he could help it. Percival shushes him and Newt realized he was whimpering.
Warm hands comb through his hair and cup his face soothingly as the cock in him slid back more, slowly leaving his body.
Newt felt like he was gaping open, like he would never close up again.
Calloused fingers caressed up his thigh and gently touch his rim, raising a sob from Newt. His limbs were thrown out carelessly, heavy and useless while he laid out on the cold floor, unable to move.
Those warm fingers touched his hole and three easily sank into him. Newt shook his head, his hole tried to clench and push them out. But even then, he could feel the want still in him, still needing more.
Newt wanted to mate again, he wanted that knot inside him.
“Perfect darling,” Percival muttered, gaze on Newt’s thighs, looking down between them at Newt’s most private part. No one should look there he had been told all his life but if not his mate then who?
“Can you get up sweetheart?” He kept calling Newt little names, endearing things while he pressed a kiss to Newt’s cheek and helped him sit up. Newt knelt and then shivered, feeling something in him shift.
Newt trembled against the alpha’s chest; looking down and pulling his spoiled wedding dress up to see the white lines running down his pale thighs. For a moment Newt was confused but then it hit him. Alpha seed, Newt was so full of Percival’s seed that it was leaking from his body.
It was such a filthy thing but Newt utterly loved it immediately, he wanted to clench down and feel it drip, wanted to smear it on his skin and taste it on his tongue. He trembled when Percival lifted him, carrying Newt the last few steps to the large bed they didn’t make it to. The flower crown he had worn was dropping petals and coming apart, almost all the way off his head.
He laid Newt down on the soft covers, his shoulders sore from the unforgiving stone.
“Shall we clean up?” Percival asked but he sounded like he didn’t want too, eyes looking Newt over, from head to toe.
How he must look, Newt thought. Sweat soaked hair and tear-stained face, his lips felt swollen from kissing. His neck was still wet from Percival sucking on it with little dark marks on the round edge of his shoulder already forming, love marks. His torn sweat and semen-stained dress clung to him, but exposed his chest and bunched at his thighs. His little veil was ripped but still in his hair, the crown was mostly undone, flowers and leaves in Newt's hair. The slick coating his skin with Percival’s own seed smeared there as well. Even Newt’s feet were quivering, not an inch of him unmarked.
Newt must look like a debauched bride, used thoroughly.
The omega shook his head in negative, reaching out for his alpha and Percival went, coming in close so Newt could wind his arms around his neck and pull him in.
“Mate me again,” he requested and Percival rumbled, eyes dark as he slid over Newt, his shirt undoing itself and his skin warm as Newt reached out to touch him. Newt explored, hands splayed out as he felt the smooth firm body, fingers tracing scars curiously. He wanted to know every inch of his mate, eager to learn more about Percival, his husband.
“Do you want me to fuck you darling, to ride and knot you again, breed you up? My pretty little omega, round with my child from our wedding night,” Percival sounded like he liked that idea and Newt felt his own desire answer such a wicked idea.
“Mate me until we have a baby,” he mumbled, and later Newt was going to be so mortified, he sounded like a trashy novel.
But Percival growled in answer and pressed his lean warm body to Newt’s and he didn’t care anymore.
“Such a wild thing,” Percival teased him once the heat lifted. Newt was hiding in a pillow, laid out on his belly with Percival pressed against him, the man on his side, facing Newt, trailing fingers along the omega's bare back. Their bodies were touching but it seemed silly to be embarrassed after days of mating.
“I would have never imaged you to be so… outspoken. But then, you did send me that photo.”
Newt clutched the pillow tighter, embarrassment flushing through him.
“Y-you wont t-tell anyone will y-you?” He made himself say and Percival scoffed.
“Of course not. Our marriage bed is no one's business but ours. I’ve no interest in sharing any part of you I can keep to myself.”
That made Newt feel a bit better, it couldn’t be helped if Percival knew. Even when the heat was faded and the sex was because they wanted it more than needed, Newt’s mouth had moved on its own. He’d begged Percival to fuck him, actually said the lewd word, nearly screamed it. Newt had told the man he’d used his scarf to touch himself since he first started to learn about carnal pleasure.
“My scarf of all things, so appalling,” Percival teased and Newt blushed harder.
Newt apparently was a dirty talker in bed.
“If it makes you feel better, I stole your gloves that day, right out of your pocket.” The alpha confessed and Newt blinked, looking up at him curiously.
“I thought I dropped them.”
“I took them, took them home and memorized your scent off of them, so pure and sweet, a reminder to be good.”
Newt flushed, dropping his head back to the pillow but not hiding.
“I never realized.”
“Imagine my delight when I received a sweet little photo to go with them. But then there was something else, a second one.”
Percival was pressing close again, leaning in to nuzzle Newt’s hair. He must reek terribly, two days without a proper shower. Percival seemed to like it, inhaling softly.
“Such a wicked image, your perfect thighs on display, those long legs and that pretty ass. Such a sweet little dip for a waist and that pale little shoulder with these soft freckles," He paused to lick Newt's bare shoulder. "You were cleary just waking up, hair all messy as you sat up. I knew I would wake up to that one day, I think I memorized every inch of that photo. I never knew I could want someone so badly.”
Newt flushed harder but he felt a smile pull at his mouth, imagining the alpha looking at the dirty image of Newt and wanting him.
“And here you are, mine finally. And such a needy thing, so carnal and lewd.”
“I’m not,” Newt protested weakly.
Percival chuckled against his neck. “Darling I just watched you lick my seed from your fingers like it was a treat.”
Newt wasn’t one for dirty rumors, but he had heard about omegas liking the taste of an alpha’s seed before. Apparently, for him, it was very much true. Newt had dragged his fingers through his seed smeared thighs and licked his fingertips, humming at the pleasant flavor, something a touch salty, Newt had always liked salty treats. Percival had stared at him, outright stared, before pouncing on Newt and taking him all over again.
Once Newt was ready for another round he would ask Percival if he could use his mouth on him. Joseph had mentioned it once, drinking seed. It was indecent and Newt had thought it was disgusting at the time but the idea of it now was appealing, the thought of his mouth overfilled, the corners of his lips dripping, all down his chin…
“Morgan, you’re so bloody eager for it,” Percival muttered, not sounding like it was a bad thing. His fingers dipped down Newt’s spine and over the curve of his arse, his hole slicked and open, eager for attention still. “I’m going to have take time off just to spend a few weeks fucking you, getting you with a child, well satisfied.”
Newt shivered, embarrassed but the arousal stirring in his gut was pushing it away, the need for pleasure more important.
“My Artemis.”
“Call me Newt,” he mumbled, turning on the bed so Percival could climb over him, settle himself between Newt’s spread thighs. “Everyone does, no one calls me Artemis.”
“I had noticed and always wondered. Why not Artemis? It’s a fine name.” Percival was distracted, kissing Newt’s throat.
“I can’t recall the story, I insisted on Newt when I was very young, my middle name is Newton and I rather liked it. Everyone I know calls me Newt.”
“Then I prefer Artemis, more so if I’m the only one calling you by it,” the alpha muttered, licking at Newt’s collarbone.
“If you want,” he agreed, willing to agree to almost anything as long as Percival kept licking at him.
“My sweet Artemis.”