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Dick was miserable. His mouth tasted icky and his body felt way too hot. The ropes binding him were digging uncomfortably into his arms and legs. His head spun.
He had been after traffickers that specialized in trafficking young omegas, amongst the occasional unfortunate beta or alpha, which would get injected with a drug to induce a heat to make them seem more omega, to sell them to the highest bidder. ‘Young, pretty and ready to be bred in their first fertile heat’, or whatever they called it when they dragged Robin onto the stage, still out of it with the drugs they had given him to keep him docile for the bidding. He knew as soon as he was sold he would be given a heat inducer. The only reason why he hadn’t gotten that drug till now was to keep alpha aggression at bay.
Turns out taking on traffickers by himself, as someone highly considered to be goods for said traffickers hadn’t been a good idea. It chaffed at his pride as a vigilante.
Robin had been carefully observing the traffickers, when he was taken off guard as a crock wearing scent-blockers had grabbed him from behind. He had fought, bitten, scratched to get his attackers off of him, but they had managed to subdue him with a net of scratchy rope. Dick’s flexibility hadn’t helped in untangling himself, weighed down by it. They then had taunted him, before ripping his scent blockers off. Dick still shuddered recalling the glee on their faces when they realized their catch was an omega.
So now here he was, bound, uncomfortable and waiting to be sold off. It was maddening how helpless he was in this moment. At least he was still mostly in his Robin uniform, the only thing gone being his belt, though Dick knew he was only allowed to wear the rest of his suit because it made him more valuable.
The room had been eerily quiet as he was brought on stage, before the people then started throwing bid after bid at the traffickers right after the auctioneer announced him. The number, his price, grew steadily higher and higher.
Dick’s tummy clenched with unease. All these people wanted to own him. Wanted to bred him like he was nothing more than just his second gender.
Bruce had always told him that no gender was superior over the other, that everyone had their flaws and differences, even if the world kept telling omegas they were only good for breeding and rearing children. Bruce told him those were old beliefs and people rarely could admit to themselves that they played into discrimination so easily because it wasn’t affecting them or they had gaslit themselves into believing it was fine.
Bruce told Dick he’d protect him against these old beliefs, but also trusted Dick to be safe out there. They both failed at their jobs.
“250.000!”, An alpha called out. His bid was ringing in Dick’s ears.
“260.000!”, A beta woman yelled.
“550.000.”, A gruff voice spoke up silencing all the other bidders. The deep voice belonged to a man, dressed in a black and orange suit, wearing an eyepatch and with long white hair, his single silver eye zeroed in on Dick’s shivering form.
Dick choked down his whimper as he made eye contact with him.
Slade Wilson. Deathstroke the Terminator.
Dick felt his heart stop. Horrified at seeing the mercenary here, bidding for Dick.
“Anyone bidding higher? Do I hear a 560.000?”
“600.000!”, An alpha called out, but Slade immediately interjected. “ 800.000.”
Nonono—
Dick needed Bruce to show up now, to break in through the roof and rescue him, because he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t let Slade—
Dick’s ears were buzzing and all he could catch was—
“And Robin goes to the man in orange and black!“
He passed out as a syringe was injected in his thigh.
Dick felt ill. Hot. Uncomfortable. His ears were buzzing.
He blinked blurry eyes open and immediately closed them again as waves of nausea washed over him.
A sweet smell was messing with his head. Dick sniffed, pushing his cheek against his shoulder.
He wrinkled his nose.
“Settle down, little bird.”, A voice next to him spoke and Dick flinched.
His eyelashes fluttered open and his dilated pupils zeroed in on Slade sitting next to him, driving the car they were in.
Panic, tightly coiled stricken horror coursed through Dick. He choked, not being able to breath and jerked in the passenger seat.
Slade frowned and Dick yelped, a shrill pup sound, as his gland was pinched. He settled down painfully, breathing hard.
“Don’t.”, Slade ordered and Dick whimpered.
The car rolled to a stop. Dick watched Slade pull the keys out of the ignition and open his side of the door.
He moved towards Dick’s side and Dick’s heart beat loud in his ears as Slade opened the door and nodded for Dick to hop out.
Dick hesitated before trying to stretch his sore and shaky limbs through the door. It hurt. He whined, knowing he would immediately collapse once out of the car and Slade sighed, picking him up.
Dick’s eyes widened and he clutched at Slade’s suit instinctively. He felt weird being carried to his imprisonment, but at least Slade wasn’t making him crawl there .
Dick sniffed, feeling helpless.
He couldn’t smell Slade, the man always wore heavy scent blockers, but anyone could tell Deathstroke’s second gender anyway. The man was massive, gruff and broad. Dick knew the reports, knew how many men Slade had killed, knew what Slade was capable of.
Knew that he’d be stuck on an alpha’s knot indefinitely. It scared him.
He had never played with himself before in heat, loving to cuddle with Bruce instead, building comfy nests and pilling them high with Bruce’s and Alfred’s stuff. His pack. His pack he longed for to save him.
It would hurt.
He pushed his face into Slade’s neck to hide his terrified expression even if he couldn’t hide his shivers and blaring bittersweet scent.
Slade opened the door into his safehouse with one hand, unlocking multiple security measures before he brought Dick in. Even for a mercenary this amount of security was a lot.
Dick’s fingers curled and unclenched in Slade’s suit, his breath stuttering, as Slade carried him into a room and set him down on the bed standing in the middle of it.
Dick closed his eyes, wanting to will reality away.
He had to be strong, he was Robin, he could handle this heat, he could handle Slade mounting him. He had to be able to handle it until Bruce caught notice of his disappearance and came to save him.
He faced Slade, a defiant edge to his troubled expression.
“Batman will come for me.”, He finally said, his voice scratchy from the lack of use and the heat addling his brain.
Slade faced him, his one eye piercing. “Good.”
Dick blinked. Good? What was Slade planning? He frowned and watched as Slade went over to a closet, opening it up to reveal several pillows, sheets and clothing items.
Dick was confused.
Was Slade wanting Batman to catch him fucking his ward? It made Dick’s face flush with embarrassment and helpless anger.
“Aren’t you…”, He cut himself off, worrying his lip.
Slade turned back to him, an armful of soft material in his hands which he disposed on the bed. Dick’s instincts were itching to built a nest with the supplies, but he didn’t want to make himself a cozy, meant to be safe, nest when he was going to get violated in it.
“Here.”, Slade told him, observing him.
They stared at each other for a moment. Caught in a stalemate .
Dick knew he couldn’t do anything. Even if Dick tried to run or fight Slade was much faster, much stronger than him, especially when Dick was in this state. There was no way out.
Dick sniffed, curling into the sheets. “Don’t be rough.”, He murmured and tagged on much lower, trying not to choke on his words. “Please.”
“Rough? Little bird?”, Slade questioned, humming. “You know how to built a nest.”
Dick grit his teeth. “I don’t want to.”
“You need to.”
Dick shrank into himself. “No.”
Slade gave him a long hard look, then sighed. “Fine.”
Dick squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the hands roughly manhandling him in presenting positions, of feeling him up, groping him, the slick he produced not helping at all once the alpha forced his way in—
Only that those hands didn’t land on his hips and instead shuffled the pillows around.
Dick slowly opened his eyes to blink in confusion.
He knew alphas sometimes helped their omegas built their nest, but usually didn’t get to because omegas were known to be picky about the soft material they allowed in their nest, but that Slade was doing this, it confused Dick. It seemed like Slade had an ulterior motive. Was he trying to make Dick enjoy his rape? It sickened him.
“Stop.”, He whined, nudging Slade out of the way.
Slade stopped with a huff. “If you’re not building it, then I am. You need a nest, kid. Going through a heat with no nest isn’t comfortable, or even good at all for a growing pup.”
“I don’t want to build the nest you will rape me in!”, Dick snapped, growling. His pheromones tasted bitter on his tongue, the sour notes threatening to choke him.
Slade halted in his movements. His nose flared. “I’m not going to do that, pup.”, He said.
Dick shook his head. “I don’t believe you!”
Slade sighed. “Don’t believe me then, but it won’t help your heat if you’re on the defensive. Build your nest to calm down your instincts.”
“What do you know.”, Dick groused. “Maybe I don’t need a nest.”
“They put you in heat, didn’t they?”, Slade retorted. “When we’re in heat we need somewhere to ride it out. We need pack too. But if there’s no pack available you need a nest.”
Dick huffed defiant. “I don’t need to listen to an alpha like you.”
“I’m not an alpha.” , Slade retorted.
Dick faltered. What.
“Uh— ah, erm. A beta then.”
Slade huffed. “I’m not a beta either.”, He moved to peel off his scent blockers.
Dick eyes blew wide open and he inhaled the sweet scent deeply pretty much on instinct.
“You’re an omega?!”, He squawked.
The alpha symbol in his mind changed into an omega one. Lit up like a Blüdhaven sign.
“Mhm? And you’re one too, little bird. Why does it matter? Or…”, Slade snorted. “Did they bitch you first? Is the little bird an alpha?” , The mercenary teased. Dick blinked, flushing.
“I’m not an omega or a bitched alpha — they just confused me. I’m a beta. A beta in a drug-induced heat.”, Dick tried lying, wanting to throw off Slade like Slade had thrown him off. Okay, maybe he was just so used to denying he was an omega due to being Robin, despite the situation they were in really telling on him being an omega, but— yeah Dick was sure his mind was currently rebooting. Usually he was better at lying.
Slade really was an omega, huh? That really made his head reel. How could this mercenary be an omega? It didn’t seem like people knew Slade’s designation though. Probably thought not to ask and just assume this massive gruff man was an alpha. Dick had also assumed.
Slade huffed out a laugh and took a performative whiff. “Mhm, with such a sweet scent? It’s too sweet for a beta in drugged heat, not to mention betas fight off the drugs faster, unlike you, so… Don’t lie, I can tell you’re not a beta, little bird.”
Dick flushed even more, the blush stark on his face and ears, and grumbled. “Fine. I’m an omega as well... Still, how? How can you be one?”, He gestured to Slade, to all of Slade. “You don’t seem omega at all.”
Slade shrugged. “And? I like it this way.”
Dick looked him up and down, swallowing. “I— Uhh.”, He stuttered. “Ah, what’s with the alpha comment?”, He settled on, tilting his head away.
Slade looked him up and down. “Your reaction to finding out my second gender was very interesting. I’m used to omegas wanting me when they still think I’m an alpha. They get disappointed if they find out I have no knot. Alphas on the other hand relish in knowing. And you seem excited, little bird. Curious.”
Dick ’s face was burning . “I mean.”, He stuttered. “I’m just glad I won’t be forced onto a knot.”
“If I really was intend on raping you I could just use a heat toy.”, Slade remarked and Dick furrowed his eyebrows. Mean.
“You’re a bastard.”, Dick concluded and to stop staring at Slade he looked away and down at the soft material, gathering them in his arms and starting to built a nest.
He could feel Slade observing him and his nose twitched, smelling Slade’s scent mixing with his.
Dick squeezed his thighs together.
“Why were you at the auction?”, Dick asked as he fluffed some pillows up.
“I was there for information. Information to take down the operation.”
“Why?”
“You were there. You know that they’re traffickers, specializing in kidnapping omegas and selling them to the highest bidder.”, Slade revealed.
“I know, but why. Why’s that your goal? Did someone pay you?”, Was the pay enough to excuse for the money Slade spent on buying him?
“I wasn’t there on contract. I simply despise operations that prey on omegas.”
That… That was believable, wasn’t it? Especially with the reveal of Slade being an omega himself. Dick hummed. “Right.”
Slade sat down on the bed. Dick didn’t comment.
As soon as his nest was finished he cuddled into it and breathed in a sigh of relief. His limbs ached and his tummy was cramping badly, but the nest was easing his mind. As was Slade’s sweet smell pumping out protective omegan notes and making Dick settle down further .
This was nice.
Dick ’s eyelashes fluttered and a purr started up in his throat as Slade reached out and started combing through his sweaty hair. That Slade was doing this was nice. He never knew the mercenary could be this gentle, not with his prior knowledge of Slade. It soothed him, as well as excited him.
“Sleep little bird, your pack will be here soon.”, Slade murmured, swiping his wrist over Dick’s neck, scenting him. Instinctively, Dick cuddled closer, his own scent sweetening, hoping to entice the omega into scenting him more.
Slade chuffed and continued.
Dick purred louder and went to sleep. He felt worn out from all the prior unease, the horror of being sold to the mercenary, expecting to be bred and kept by an unwanted claim had kept him alert. His energy was now being allowed to drop, his fears diminished and Dick felt sated, now that he understood Slade wasn’t here to hurt him and instead had saved him, comforting him during this unsettling heat. He nuzzled further into the nest made by him and Slade, feeling comfortable and at ease.