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Steve wasn’t entirely sure what he did wrong but he knew it was something serious. He got dressed that morning as he would every morning, ready to serve his Alpha- Except this time his Alpha did not greet him with love and warmth; he looked at Steve with dark cold contempt.
“We’re going out, omega.” The Alpha’s tone was flat.
Bewildered, Steve looked at his wrist watch, thinking maybe he overslept, but it indeed still said 7 AM on its face.
“I haven't made you breakfast yet, aren’t you hungry?”
“I already ate.”
The man rose from his chair, towering over Steve by at least a foot.
Steve winced when the Alpha approached him, scruffing the back of his neck, and pushing him forward.
“We’re leaving. Now.”
Steve let out an unintended surprised sob, feeling something inside him metaphorically crack.
Akin to a baby deer, he stumbled towards the coat closet. Grabbing a sweatshirt, he wandered to the car without another word, as he was told.
The drive was silent.
The Alpha did not even turn on the radio. He kept his eyes forward on the road, his energy completely cut off from Steve.
The lack of affection made Steve slightly feverish and sticky with sweat, which he desperately tried to counteract by wrapping his arms around himself tightly. His knee bounced with anxiety, and he continually tried to catch his Alpha’s eye.
When they arrived at a large grey brick building, Steve recognized it immediately- It was the agency his parents had used to sell him to his Alpha.
Bewildered, Steve got out of the car and stared up at the familiar sight, his breath caught in his chest. Snow began to fall from the grey clouds above.
As a cold breeze ruffled his hair, he thought wildly about how he hadn’t had time to do his hair properly, and how he was in no shape to be presented to strangers, if that was what was happening. Perhaps he was due for some sort of check he forgot about?
His thoughts raced wildly, so much so that he hadn’t felt his Alpha grab his slim wrist until he bumped hard into the Alpha’s back from being tugged forward.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Steve gasped. He now scrambled to keep up as his Alpha dragged him to the building. Some tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes when his apology received no answer.
They arrived at an office that had the shade down over the glass door, and did not knock. His Alpha was expected. The room was just as clinical as any typical office would be, just like the rest of the building. The carpets were gray and the air was thick with the musty smell of a windowless room. Large steel filing cabinets lined the wall, behind the desk.
Sitting at the desk was a woman with her hair up in a severe bun, no nonsense on her face, and a pile of paperwork in front of her.
Steve let out a squeak of confusion when he was told to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk and the Alpha took the other.
“Welcome back, Mr. Viper.”
The woman wore large glasses that magnified her eyes a little as she looked over at Steve, who continued to shiver and look around the office for some indication on why they were there. When he found none he felt he had no choice but to look back at her.
“It’s such a shame, he’s quite beautiful.”
“He’s no use to me, no matter what he looks like-”
His Alpha might as well have just stabbed him. His mouth opened in protest as his eyes shifted between the office worker’s fixed gaze and his Alpha, who still would not look at him.
The woman looked back at the Alpha, her lips pinched together in what could almost be interpreted as sympathy. Almost.
“Well, if you have all the proof in order you will of course get a refund as outlined in the contract-”
Steve’s head buzzed as he felt his insides liquify into his feet.
He watched in horror as the Alpha took out a folder labeled “Gynecology”, which was thick with paper. He knew several of the sheets of paper were either negative pregnancy results, reports written up from miscarriages, and a few were abortions from pups with unlivable abnormalities.
But his Alpha had said last time they had slept together that he was willing to keep trying, he was willing to wait until the perfect pup arrived for them, he-
Then the realization washed over Steve; They had done a fertility test some months ago. The results must have come in. He couldn’t bear any more pups. He really was useless.
~*~
Sometime later, Steve was shown to a dorm room in the facility by a man that had been called to the office through the phone intercom. He was much more of a friendly presence, but Steve could barely tell through how much his chest hurt and how empty he felt in so many ways.
The woman had explained that they had a shelter program for omegas like him. She didn’t say it, but she implied this was a program for those who were considered “Damaged Goods”.
Later, he was told a counselor would meet with him to discuss his options.
For now, the orderly who had come to retrieve him handed him a bundle of clothes for him to wear during his time there and explained that he would be sharing the room with another omega.
The man might as well have been speaking gibberish for all Steve knew. He didn’t know where the other omega he would be staying with was, but he took advantage of his few moments of solitude to change into the sweat pants and the soft white t-shirt he had been given.
He slowly peeled off his hoodie and his fancy polo shirt and folded them both neatly.
Pieces of his former life.
The twin bed set up for him had a heavy oak dresser at the end of the bed with nothing in it, so he gingerly placed his shirt, along with his jeans he had been wearing in the empty space.
The numbness that dripped through his body now was enough to keep tears at bay for the moment.
As he went to grab the t-shirt he had been given, Steve paused and looked down at himself. Thick hair spread across his chest, making the swell of his breasts nearly impossible to notice unless they were being fondled. He slid a hand down his torso, running his fingers over the stretch marked skin of his abdomen.
It betrayed him with the knowledge of how many times his body had fought to bring him the pup he had so desperately wanted.
He stayed like that for a while, standing by the twin bed, running his fingertips from the band of his sweatpants to the top of his rib cage.
Just as his eyes were beginning to brim with tears, a commotion broke out in the hall behind the closed door.
The door slammed open.
A figure with wild curly hair turned to whomever he was speaking to in the hallway and angrily said, “I was promised! No roommates!”
It turned out he was talking to the same orderly that had escorted Steve to the room earlier.
Steve froze, topless and vulnerable, his body beginning to panic from the noise.
“Everywhere else is full Eddie,” The orderly sounded surprisingly calm and even though he had been getting shouted at. “It won’t be for long. He’s pretty, he’ll be snapped up quickly.”
A face screwed up with rage turned around to look at Steve. He looked ready to protest more but instead his face slackened and his brown eyes grew impossibly large. The man called Eddie let out a soft “Oh!” and Steve felt his face turn hot.
~*~
It had turned out that Eddie had lived in the facility for three years now.
Eddie was a bit of an oddity in that fact; the place was meant to be just a place for transition between one Alpha to the next.
Eddie joked that the staff saw him as something of an unruly pet. It was said with shining eyes and mirth, but Steve could sense there was an undercurrent of sadness too.
They were both in what was essentially an omega orphanage after all.
“But why have you been here so long?” Steve asked. He didn’t consider the question might have been rude to ask someone you just met.
Eddie frowned at the inquiry and became very interested in the wall opposite the room. He and Steve were sitting with their knees drawn up to their chests on Steve’s bed and had now been talking for hours.
“I have a bit of a reputation,” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he looked at the wall unfocused. “I come with a warning label.”
“That can happen?”
“Yes,” Eddie said softly. “I bit the dick off my Alpha.”
Steve sputtered- surely he hadn’t heard the other omega correctly.
“What-?”
“Trust me,” Eddie finally looked back at Steve with a strange look in his eye. “I don’t want to get into it right now but it was justified. I would be in a jail cell right now if it hadn’t been right?”
Steve nodded slowly, letting his legs hang off the bed so he could scooch closer to Eddie, who remained with his arms wrapped around his knees. Steve considered Eddie for a moment and they both looked at each other, not speaking.
With a sigh, Steve put his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder and in kind Eddie placed his cheek to the top of Steve’s head. They stayed like that until it was time to go get lunch.
~*~
The first wave of rejection sickness was the worst.
Eddie had warned him it would happen, but he didn’t believe it- especially after a week of being just fine. Or at least as fine as he could be considering the circumstances.
When it did happen, it was the middle of the night.
Steve, close to falling asleep, suddenly jerked awake. He peered over across the room, seeing the sleeping face of his companion illuminated by a beam of moonlight coming from the gaps in the window curtains.
For a moment he thought he would begin to drift back to sleep again, but instead a sharp pain ripped through his body. He panted from the pain as it lingered into his abdomen, whimpering as it intensified a moment later.
If Steve had to explain it to someone else what it felt like, he would have compared it to contractions from labor. Instead, it was just extremely debilitating cramps. His body shook, his bed became soaked with sweat, and he could feel his cocklette in his pants cramping hard as if it were trying to climb back into his body.
He let out a whimper, not wanting to wake up Eddie, but the sound of distress did anyway.
It took Eddie a moment to come to enough awareness to understand what was happening, but once he did, he launched himself to Steve’s side instantly. He stood, hovering above Steve, his breath quickened into a panic.
“Can I still help you?” Eddie’s voice was higher than normal. Steve must have looked like a total wreck.
They had discussed days prior that Eddie could help him through his bout of rejection sickness. His pain at that point was so bad that he was desperate for anything to happen to lessen it.
“Please,” Steve rasped out. He arched off the bed, as he shimmied to make room for Eddie by his side, feeling the pain shoot into all parts of his body now.
Gingerly, Eddie held his hand to Steve’s forehead and Steve heard him intake a breath.
Whatever it was, Eddie didn’t seem to want to clue Steve in. He didn’t really have much awareness or bandwidth for the problem anyway. All he knew was he was desperate for Eddie’s warm dry hands to touch him.
Steve cried out in surprise as a steady hand pressed itself to his chest. The sensation exploded through him. His body wrenched forward as if he were dying from dehydration and Eddie’s hands were the water in the room.
Eddie let out a soft sob as he began to undress Steve, and all he could do was keep his eyes closed as Eddie freed him from the fabric.
Finally, his bare skin pressed against the sheets of his mattress. Eddie’s soft skin was now brushing against his, as he had taken his clothes off too. Eddie murmured sweet things into Steve’s skin, about how beautiful he was and how lovely his body was.
Steve shivered and sobbed.
“Stevie, Stevie, Steeeeevieee-” Eddie ran his fingers down Steve’s sides and straddled him. His lips ran the length of Steve’s jaw. “So wanted Stevie, so loved-”
Steve didn’t even care if Eddie was being disingenuous with his words just to help him; each syllable wrapped around his aching muscles and nerves like a balm, and his large hands reached to grab desperately at Eddie’s naked back.
“I want you Steve, so much, I need you.”
That was enough to finally allow a flood gate of slick to release from Steve’s body, built up from a week of being touch starved, besides the sly moments Eddie would press his leg to Steve’s or would run his fingers down Steve’s clothed back.
The sound and scent of slick being released seemed to be enough to release Eddie’s too. Eddie groaned as a waterfall of musky scent of morning dew released, mixing with Steve’s fresh forest scent.
Together they smelled like a misty forest early in the morning, while the fog still hung deep in the tree branches.
Eddie reached down and swirled both of their slick up on his finger tips and brought it to Steve’s lips, his nose pressing down on Steve’s mating gland. It was no longer a sensitive part of his body after having been bit by his Alpha several years ago, but he could still feel Eddie snuffling into it as if he were going to lay claim onto it instead somehow.
Eddie’s slick covered fingers found themselves in Steve’s mouth. The rest of his body sang for Eddie, and his tongue swirled around Eddie’s fingers to taste the two of them together. He still felt a dull ache in his cocklette, which Eddie’s slick folds were now rubbing against.
“Can I? Please please?” Eddie desperately pressed against him, whimpering and continuing to shove his face into Steve’s mating gland.
Steve moaned in reply, thrusting upward to Eddie, his fingers digging into the subtle swell of Eddie’s ass.
Eddie reached down again, this time stroking Steve’s dripping cocklette into his hand then lining it up with his hole, his cocklette hard and pressed between their stomachs.
Both of them gasped as Steve entered and Steve couldn’t believe how hot and wonderful Eddie felt. He had never had someone on his cocklette before, and now he wasn’t sure if he would ever want anything else ever again.
Steve groaned out and babbled. “Eddie, so good, you’re so good.”
Nosing along Eddie’s neck where his mating gland was, Steve found Eddie’s reaction was incredible- his whole body shuddered and he tightened on Steve’s cocklette in a way that made Steve’s lungs deflate and his eyelids ease shut.
They didn’t move for a moment, adjusting to the new sensations. When Steve opened his eyes again, he was able to see Eddie’s pale skin nearly glow in the moonlight. To his surprise, Eddie’s mating gland was completely intact except for what looked like a thin scar circling around it.
Mentally noting to ask him about it later, Steve pressed his face back in, his mouth salivating in response to a naked unclaimed mating gland so close to his lips.
Eddie relaxed on his cocklette once more enough for Steve to comfortably start moving again. Steve ran his tongue sloppily over Eddie’s neck as he thrust his hips up, starting a new rhythm for them both. Eddie rocked with him, meeting his thrusts and moaning.
“Feel so good omega,” Eddie cried.
Steve felt the same and he moaned out Eddie’s name, working one hand up to his long curly hair, guiding their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. Eddie thrust down a little faster, the friction working on his own cocklette.
Steve could feel the pressure build up and up until Eddie came, slick pouring everywhere, and cum shooting onto Steve’s lower belly. A few more thrusts and a cry, Steve joined him, both breathing heavily.
A ringing in his ears began, but this time it was due to feeling overwhelmed in a good way.
Eddie didn’t get off him right away; he instead kissed him deep and slow, running his fingers down the side of Steve’s face and gingerly over his used mating gland.
With a giggle, Steve helped Eddie ease off, and as his cocklette slipped out so did his cum, watery and not able to make babies so it did not cling to the inside of the omega’s walls. His mind did not linger on that however- instead he was entranced by the warm and lovely omega in his arms.
“Is it always like that?” Steve asked, still breathing a bit fast. He thought perhaps maybe it was more intense due to his rejection sickness. Instead, he felt a wicked grin spread against his neck.
“Oh no baby, it’s even better when your body isn’t trying to be sad.”
Steve shook his head. “I don’t think any part of me is sad anymore.”
Eddie propped himself up so he could look down at Steve, his eyes shining. “Really?”
“Yes,” Steve ran his fingers down Eddie’s jaw and he kept Eddie’s gaze. “I think you’ve been what I’ve been looking for this whole time. I just didn’t know I needed it.”
Eddie’s eyes teared up and he instantly shoved his face into Steve’s chest. They both cried.
~*~
The day came for Eddie and Steve to leave the center. According to both their counselors, two omegas had never fallen in love in the facility before, but both their mentors were pleased to the high heavens.
In a joint meeting, Steve’s counselor revealed that Steve’s parents had taken an insurance policy out on him and it turned out to be the one good damn thing they ever did for him. Half of the money for the policy would go to his parents of course, to cover their lost revenue from being unable to sell any of Steve’s future pups that could no longer be made.
But the other half was to go to Steve for whatever he pleased, and it was enough to get him through the rest of his life if he was careful.
Sure, the thought of Steve’s womb being insured for millions of dollars was a lot to unpack, but that could wait for another day. His last day at the facility, he was handed a set of keys to his new home, and the staff that had grown to love him and Eddie gathered for their goodbye party.
There had been cake.
Steve’s new home, or rather their new home, Steve insisted to Eddie, was near the sea. It was a little cottage tucked by a small alcove, which would bring them all the privacy they wanted.
Their bed had pretty lavender pastel sheets that Steve had chosen, and a thick wool blanket that Eddie had chosen. Eddie said it reminded him of his uncle that he hoped to find again someday.
By the time they moved in, they knew everything about each other- where they came from, where they wanted to go, their favorite colors, favorite foods and everything in between.
Eddie had been happy to proudly display his guitar in the living room, and Steve was happy to have a closet full of polo shirts again.
They knew nearly everything about each other, except for one thing.
The night had come down on their first night together in their place, and they had the windows flung open to let in some of the sea breeze. Eddie was dozing off in Steve’s arms, and Steve was running his hand down Eddie’s side.
“Eddie?”
“Mmm?” Eddie didn’t look up, he just kept his eyes shut with his long lashes splayed across the tops of his cheeks.
“Will you tell me now why there’s a scar around your mating gland?”
Steve grew worried when Eddie stilled in his arm and did not speak.
They had been together for nearly a year now, but maybe it still wasn’t the right time to ask.
He knew now about the night Eddie had been taken away from his Alpha, how his Alpha had tried to make him an illegal human glory hole. It was explicitly in the contracts given out by the agency that the Alpha was to be the sole owner of the omega, but it turned out his Alpha had purchased him off of Al Munson to be used for payment for a steady supply of drugs.
Eddie huffed and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “ My Alpha tried to sell me to a drug dealer and I fought it off. Before I bit him he tried to cut off my mating gland. He said nobody would ever want to mate with me anyway, I was damaged goods.”
That had been the same phrase that had bounced through Steve’s mind when his Alpha revealed to his case worker (he found out that was who she was eventually) that he could no longer bear pups.
Steve’s hand tightened around Eddie’s.
“The Doctors did manage to save it, but it was very painful,” Eddie continued. He was doing that thing again where he looked anywhere but Steve. “I had to do special skin stretching with various tools for months to keep it from collapsing into itself. I could have just let it go; I could have but-”
Steve sat up too, keeping his hold on Eddie’s hand.
The backdrop of the rocky beach from their window framed Eddie perfectly, and the red features of his face and skin stood out ruby red due to the low lamp light. Steve reached over to the tender gland, his fingers ghosting over it, watching Eddie shiver.
“Will you claim me?” Eddie said softly.
There was a shake to his voice and Steve took it to mean Eddie wouldn’t know what to do if Steve said no.
He didn’t want to say no.
“You want me to? You wouldn’t be the only one on mine if you claimed me back. I can’t make us pups if you want a donor to come in, in the future I-”
Eddie pressed his finger to Steve’s lips then hovered his finger tip just above the man’s lower lip. The sensation was strange, but in a good way. Steve’s lips were the most sensitive part of his body.
“Stevie, I don’t want anything from you, other than for you to be who you are.”
And so he was telling the truth.
They became a whirlwind of desire and limbs; Their mouths crushed together as they tumbled, each taking turns being on top of the other, both rutting against the other.
Eventually, Steve pushed Eddie onto his stomach and entered him with his cocklette from behind, his hand holding Eddie up under his abdomen, his hips snapping, skin against skin.
With a growl, Steve nuzzled his face into the back of Eddie’s neck, the cascade of moans and begging causing slick to pour down his legs onto Eddie below him, and he mouthed onto Eddie’s already swollen gland as if it had been able to listen to them earlier and fill with blood on command.
He didn’t have fangs but it didn’t matter.
The moment he slammed his teeth into Eddie’s flesh, he felt Eddie cum and blood rushed to the surface of Eddie’s skin, filling Steve’s mouth. Eddie gasps were so loud and he shouted out Steve’s name as he came a second time as Steve brutally thrust.
Steve hadn’t cum himself yet but he slipped out so he could flip Eddie on top of him, and they pressed their mouths together, passing Eddie’s fresh mating gland blood between them.
Blood began to trickle down onto Steve’s chest, and Steve took his mouth off of Eddie’s to get another mouthful of it, so he could drink it down and seal their commitment. He moaned at the metallic, delicious taste of Eddie’s blood, rubbing his hard cocklette against Eddie’s thigh.
Eddie pulled his face up to his one more time, licking the blood and drool off Steve’s lips.
Looking at Eddie now you would think he was a vampire, with the blood dripping down his chin in rivets. Some strands of blood were pinker from being diluted with spit.
Eddie kissed down to Steve’s neck and Steve screamed as Eddie pushed Steve’s cocklette back into his warm, wet hole and he sunk his own teeth into Steve’s faded mating gland.
Steve didn’t bleed nearly as much, but it was enough for Eddie to swallow and lap up eagerly as he fucked down onto Steve’s cocklette. He was growing hard again and his eyes widened at the sight of Steve running his tongue down the palm of his own hand, covering it in spit and blood.
With a few more strokes of Eddie’s aching cocklette with his wet hand, Steve made Eddie cum a third time, just as Eddie sank his teeth into Steve’s gland again for more blood.
The tight fluttering of Eddie’s orgasm was enough to send Steve over the edge too, and his eyes rolled back as the sound of Eddie’s growling filled his ears. He felt his hot cum spurting all over the walls of Eddie’s hole.
They both gasped for breath, Eddie still doing little thrust movements on Steve’s cocklette. Steve was so sensitive that he almost begged Eddie to stop, when an unexpected orgasm crested over his last one. His body locked and he whimpered, thrusting hard a couple more times before gently squeezing Eddie’s hip.
~*~
After they had both taken a quick nap, despite being covered with all types of fluids, Steve stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom grinning.
His mating gland had been bitten twice by Eddie in different positions, ensuring no trace of his old Alpha could be seen any longer. The hair on his chest was matted down in crusty dried blood and spit, but in his mind he never looked better.
Eddie came behind him after the shower was turned on, his fingers wandering over the peaks of Steve’s nipples, causing them to harden. He then ran his fingers down Steve’s torso, holding Steve’s stomach as if he were with pup.
Steve’s stomach was still just as soft and stretched as ever. He watched Eddie’s eyes as the man’s thumbs caressed his belly. Eddie still had blood down his chin and his mating gland looked like a raw wound- but in the proper way, instead of being hurt by a knife.
“So, I was doing some research,” Eddie said softly, biting at Steve’s earlobe.
Steve giggled and pressed backward. He could feel Eddie’s soft cocklette rub against his asscheek.
“Learn anything interesting?” He reached back to caress the back of Eddie’s neck, his mind wandering to how he wanted to make Eddie some food after their shower and then maybe fuck him again on the counter.
Nuzzling into Steve’s hair, Eddie hummed and said, “Well, I found out that if we really wanted to try, we could use IVF treatment to get one or more of my eggs with pup if we had a donor, and the embryos could be transferred to you, so you could carry them.”
The noise Steve made in his throat was inhuman. His eyes instantly flooded with tears and he watched with renewed interest as Eddie rubbed up and down his stomach.
“We could have as many pups as we want, we could pup you up so much that you will always have a little life in there growing. They would be our pups, our family.”
Steve turned around to face Eddie, tears streaming down his cheeks.
His heart was so full he felt he could burst.
“You would do that for me?”
“I would do that for you,” Eddie confirmed, smiling. “There's even an experimental treatment we could try sometime where omega sperm can be implanted into an omega’s egg and a pup can be made that way too. I could carry one of your pups.”
“You better stop,” Steve said, smiling through the tears. “Or we’ll show up in the clinic looking like we do now. We’ll get blood everywhere.”
Eddie laughed and pulled Steve into a slow long kiss. He then pressed his lips to Steve’s forehead and they both knew, they were finally home.
~*~
Epilogue
Steve sat in his rocking chair in the newly built nursery. They had spent weeks getting the room ready for their twins, a boy and a girl. He was close to due now, and he rocked back and forth with their cat purring on the swell of his belly, running its face against the ring on Steve’s finger.
Eddie came into the room with their other child clinging to his hand, a little girl named Maya. She had her blond hair up in two pony tails, which must have been Eddie’s handiwork.
“Go show Mama what you drew in school, Maya.”
Steve smiled to Eddie, and then looked at the piece of paper in Maya’s hand.
The drawing was definitely done by a 4 year old, but he could instantly see what it was.
She had drawn herself holding Steve’s hand and Eddie holding two babies. Around them were several angels, which were the children Steve had lost.
They had always told Maya about them, calling them her guardian angels.
“I saw them today!” Maya said breathlessly. “I saw them Mama! One of them told me they’re excited for you to meet your new babies.”
Eddie winked at Steve and ran his hand over Maya’s hair. He had grown a bit of a beard over the years, and he wore his hospital uniform where he worked as a consultant for omegas experiencing domestic violence.
Steve told him several times a day how proud he was of his husband.
“It was very nice for the angels to visit you during nap time wasn’t it Maya? Let's go put your drawing on the fridge.” Eddie stepped forward and pressed his lips to Steve’s cheek, and gently nuzzled his neck to scent him. “You need anything, babe?”
“Just something to drink would be nice,” Steve replied, as he continued to pet their cat.
Maya had already left the room to trundle out to the kitchen. Eddie turned to follow her but Steve grabbed onto his sleeve and said, “I love you, Eddie Munson.”
“I love you, Steven Munson.”