All Mine

by picimadar

Summary:

Duo is running out of time, the off-market suppressants he'd been given coming to the end of their 10 year life. While he's successfully avoided anyone who'd care about his designation among the Sweepers, he knows he won't last through life as an unmated omega without more drugs to control his heats. First, he must withdraw from what has kept his instincts and heats at bay - and remain in Sanc long enough to get through it.

My first fic for Omegundam 2025!

Chapter 1

When Duo was barely old enough to understand it, his body first tried to present. It wanted to do something, he could tell, and kept trying to in fits and starts. Pheromones burned under his skin, body aching, pains like he hadn’t had in years - probably since the last time he was stupid enough to get caught thieving.

He stopped getting caught stealing a while back, but the Alliance still had his colony under the heel of their boot, so things were hard to come by. Omegas only presented if their bodies were nourished enough to build their wombs, to carry and sustain their litters, and people could barely afford to feed themselves enough to stay alive. Medicine was basically unheard of, so if you got sick, that was usually it. Their immune systems weren’t built like their ancestors’ were - colonies being so sequestered meant people didn’t get exposed to as much, but when they did, it usually meant big sickness. It meant you didn’t see them ever again.

Duo had seen so many people fall from it, lay down and never get back up again, that he didn’t dare tell anyone when his body started to turn feverish in earnest. It started so insidiously that he tried to laugh it off - his cheeks looked freshly slapped, his eyes got a bit bright. Then, he started to ache - so deep in his guts he couldn't make sense of it, then spreading all over his body. As soon as it started to slow him down, Duo did what he was best at - he ran and hid. He knew enough about big sickness to know it spread easily, and he couldn’t be the one who did it to anyone else.

Still, the fever didn’t stop. He sweated through the night, hiding in the closet of a home long abandoned, and he knew nobody was really looking for him. Duo had snatched a few things along the way, but nothing good - he knew anything he touched while he was sick would need to be burned. The cheap disposable blankets and sheets weren’t even clean, but they were something, and he buried himself in the middle of them. The first night was hell. The next day, he was even worse off as the fever progressed. For the first time in years, Duo actually prayed.

He became so delirious, he didn't even notice the way the blankets he’d found were soaked with more than just sweat.

It passed. After days, it did finally pass.

He felt sweaty, sticky, and disgusting, and he desperately wanted a quick shower, but he was also due on the next Sweeper ship out - or, rather, he was running out of time to find an opening to sneak onboard. Duo was mostly happy to be alive, and that hadn’t happened in a long time. He did manage to throw the blankets and most of his clothes into the incinerator, and he stole new clothes to replace them. He found a half-empty bottle of water and cleaned off his body enough it felt livable, and he crossed himself, saying sorry to Sister Helen, but he was doing his best.

Later, Duo realized that even if most of his peers never presented, they’re still not just betas, either - their latent senses never fully come to light, but they’re there. Not long into this trip, the enhanced sense of smell of one not-quite-alpha led him right to Duo’s hiding place.

“Come on, little runt,” the man said, but Duo knew how to put up a fight. He’s stowed away before, and he knew what being caught without having proved his worth could mean. He was prepared to give them a demonstration of that worth before the man grabbed him by the back of the neck.

The fight went out of him and the older man pressed Duo down to the ground hard enough that it knocked the air out of his lungs. No matter how hard he tried, Duo could barely get his arms to lift, to engage and push his body up. The pressure on his neck felt like someone turned the gravity up to maximum.

“Let him up,” a voice said, “he’s just a kid.”

“Old enough to present,” the other said, leering. Duo’s young, but he’s not that young - not too young to know what a look like that might mean. He managed to turn his head enough to spit in the guy’s face, but it just made the grown men laugh, and they hauled him off to the captain, scruffed by his nape like a rat.

Presenting? That shit was for Earthlings. It hardly ever happened up in the colonies. It would be rare - extremely rare among Sweepers, who stick to their own kind - and Duo knew he wasn't special.

He managed not to get hurt that day, but only because the crew was so surprised by the novelty of an omega on board. Sweepers don’t take kindly to anyone hurting kids - hurting an omega kid had to be an even greater offense. Healthy babies are a rarity for them, and even the unhealthy ones are treated like gold. Functionally breeding out their designations had left them in a fertility spiral, one that other colonies had solved by having money, and making the artificial wombs. Most problems seem to be solved with money.

Sweepers not quite knowing what to do with an omega on board turned out to be a blessing - they had no qualms about him continuing to make himself useful, to work and participate, to live up to whatever potential he could.

Then Duo met Howard, and Howard worked a miracle. Duo had to wonder how or what he sold to do it, but the old guy made the mistake of showing Duo the syringe of experimental suppressants before he injected Duo with it. The liquid inside the tube looked radioactive - maybe it was - but if it’s what stood between him and getting caught as an omega, Duo would take it.

The medicine worked, but to get there, it made him burn for a week again.

He changed, and he wanted to blame the suppressants, but it wasn’t that. His hair was shinier, softer. His hips and ass put on weight even when he knew he was barely eating enough. Duo’s eyes looked practically lit from within. He could take all the medication he wanted, G ended up telling him, but anyone with a designation - presented or latent - would likely know Duo was an omega just by the sight of him.

So, Duo got good at hiding, and even better at stealing. He got so good, he stole a Gundam.

The war pushed him to his limits, but thankfully whatever Howard had given him held strong. He encountered any number of alpha soldiers, many of whom wanted to take a second look if they managed to survive the first one. None of them survive the second look.

So, he’d made it through the war without being poached. They’d somehow all managed to survive, in fact. Duo knew he was on some borrowed time, but he did the best that he could - he got his ass back to space, and he tried to make sure the people who’ve helped him, the good ones, are set. People tried to offer the same for him. Quatre told him he was welcome any time, that he could stay and be happy with the Maganacs. By the time they were eighteen Quatre was as tall as his father was, and every bit the alpha Zayeed was, too.

Heero was an alpha, because of course he was. Duo should have known that from a mile away, even from the time they met. Duo used to blame it for the way he couldn’t stop thinking about him, about the way Heero could build muscle without even trying, or the way he’d walk off any of his many injuries. Most of the pilots were in the same boat Duo was - too deprived or chronically stressed to present their designations, if they had any at all, until much later than expected. When Heero did, his transformation was almost surreal. Duo had to watch it play out through the news - relays of the new governments’ many boring, ostentatious meetings. He went from seeing a brooding, reedy boy in the corners of the rooms to watching a looming, bulky alpha scaring a ten-foot radius away from Relena.

It broke Duo a little, to watch it happen. He couldn’t deny he was an omega - although he would weasel out of the question if asked - and seeing Heero present made it all the more clear. Duo dreamed of him, woke up with his sheets covered in cum and sweat, even though when he was awake the suppressants all but eliminated his libido. Duo couldn’t risk getting caught - he’s heard all about the markets for unclaimed omegas, and how rare they have become in space. The Alliance might be gone, but its members remain, and their appetites for expanding their harems are still notorious.

Watching Relena was, and is, another spectacle entirely. Like many Earthlings, she used scent blockers routinely, and the media was rife with guessing games about her designation. How it never went public, Duo couldn’t understand. He only knew it makes him feel a jolt to his gut whenever the cameras pan on to her, when she looked straight into them with that direct, demanding stare. After a while, he stopped watching the broadcasts unless he needed the background noise - he spoke to his wartime friends over the phone, but he kept a long list of excuses for why he couldn't see them.

He was used to being free, and he had worked his ass off to keep it that way. The price of freedom was hiding, especially from alphas, even if it was his own friends.

All too soon, Duo was twenty-one, and he knew down to the day when the ten-year life of his suppressants was due to expire. The government had expanded eligibility for some suppressants, but only to registered citizens, and Duo had no real identification to save his life. Likewise, he would be ineligible - he had no pups, and the longer he goes without doing so, the more likely it is that he may start to fall apart. Decompensating, they called it. Duo thought it was a load of bullshit, until he saw it for himself.

In the commune Duo found himself living in post-war, a girl suddenly exploded, and it all became clear - her parents had known, had tried to hide it, had nursed her through her heats and hidden her, but there was no more that they could have done. Only a little older than Duo, the notoriously pretty neighbor was hauled out of her home by officers. She screamed the entire time, wailing, but not for nothing. For a baby. She begged for a baby.

Duo managed to stop a shudder as he thought about it. The shuttle flight to earth was long, too long, but it gave him a lot of time to rethink his steps - to change his mind if he had to. Even if the thought of going back to the Earth made his skin crawl, Sanc had the best access to medical science that anyone could ask for.

And he’d be asking. Relena had offered them anything, in that same unbearably sincere way she did everything. Duo hadn’t taken it seriously, at first, but he’d very quickly realized even if he could manage to figure out the access, there was no way he could figure out the money for more suppressants in time to avoid another life-threatening heat.

He kept considering everything the whole way to the estate Relena was staying on - not her palace, but somewhere else just outside the capitol in Sanc. They had spoken, here and there, by phone over the years - she liked to make sure he was well, and managing fine, and she despite having a reputation for being pushy, she never pressed him for anything more. It occurred to Duo that it might just be Une’s way of keeping tabs on him, but it beat having to deal with the Commander herself. Relena was always offering for him to stay with them, or to visit, vacation - anything he needed, she’d said. Anything he would like.

Duo picked a time he knew Heero had been called away - Une might have tried to keep tabs on him, and he sure as shit did it back - to make his appearance. He could get in, explain his situation, get some suppressants and get the hell back to space. While it all presented a big risk, Relena was a good person, in the end, and pretty vocal about omega rights. Even if she couldn’t help him, he was pretty confident she’d at least do what she could to get him back off the Earth safely. He might die of being an unbonded omega in space, but he’d rather that than become the breeding appliance of some Earthling, and he was confident she’d respect that.

If not, he was also pretty confident he could kill her if she disagreed. Only one way to find out.

He was let in at the gates of her estate without too much issue, and when he got out of his rented car and handed the keys off to one of her staff, reality started to set in. Duo was going to ask enormous favors of this woman, one he really didn’t know well. Still, as he looked around the property, the huge white stone mansion towering over him, he didn't feel too bad about it. Duo had made worse plans and ended up surviving them. He heard another staff member inside calling for Relena, and heard her clear voice call back.

Duo swallowed, shuffling his feet while he waited for her. It was simple enough, this plan of his. Heero was going to be gone for at least ten days - the insurgence Preventer was trying to tackle was twice as big as they thought it was, and Duo’s at least sent a warning on to the other pilots to prove it - which should be plenty of time to get the drugs, push through another heat, and go home.

He’d made one critical mistake, one he realized as soon as the door opened, the pheromones of the occupant wrapping around his senses like a vice.

Relena was an alpha.

Chapter 2

Duo could only stand there, struck by the scent and sight of her, when Relena entered the foyer. Her eyes took their time sweeping over him before she looked at his face, and she smiled from just behind the doorman.

“I knew it." Her voice was self assured as ever as she let her eyes meander over his body again. It made him shiver, the omega in his mind already allured by her attention. He bit the inside of his cheek. He had expected things might go sideways at any time, but not from moment one. Golden hair loose around her shoulders, a satiny pink robe tied around her waist, Relena swung the door open, standing aside. “Come in.”

Duo could only think of old vampire stories, but this felt too opposite - like being invited into the web of the spider. “Knew what?” he managed to say, and he stayed rooted to the front step, instincts caught between running toward and running away.

She cocked one brow, sighing a little. “Come inside,” she said again, but it was softer this time, and it didn’t feel like it reached inside his chest to pull at him the way a Command would. He should turn and run, but he knew how little time he had before his suppressants would give up. Likewise, an omega without a working womb has no value on the market. He has time to plan his escape, if he needed to do so. Duo stepped just past her into the foyer, enough that she could close the door behind them.

It was late, he realized - darkness had already fallen while he was driving the last leg from the spaceport. Relena was obviously readying for bed, matching pink pyjama pants leading to a pair of thin slippers. Despite the flat footwear, she was indeed taller than Duo now. Standing next to each other, he had to look slightly up at her. When she was on the news screen, standing among her peers, she had looked average height. It all made sense now. She was standing among other alphas. She never wore heels, anymore.

“It’s a wonderful surprise to see you here, Duo,” Relena said warmly. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“No,” Duo said, trying to collect himself, feeling like he was scrambling after a handful of loose screws he’d dropped on the floor. “I uh… It’s good to see you, too.”

Relena watched him with an intense stare before she turned only her eyes toward the doorman, still lingering in the entrance. “Leave us,” she said quietly, and Duo felt the man turn and walk out of the room - half his learned ability to sense when he could be seen, half his omega instincts crying out that he was being left alone, prey with a predator.

“How bad is it?” she seemed to settle on asking, and Duo winced. Rubbing a hand on the back of his head, he barely resisted the urge to follow his hair down to play with the end of his braid.

“Come on,” he said. He turned away slightly, as if the angle could divert some of the energy of the alpha’s attention. Duo felt sweat start to form along the back of his neck.

“It must be significant,” Relena continued, “to drive you to my doorstep, of any of us.” She stepped back, folding her arms underneath her breasts. She adjusted her posture, shifting her weight between her feet as she considered him.

Duo considered her back, watching her from the side of his eye. She was beautiful. Had she always been? It had been years since he’d seen her in person, and the last time would have been well before she must have finally presented.

He realized he still hadn’t answered, but she just kept up that half-smile and saved him from the silence. “Quite the risk, to come here, as an unbonded omega.”

His stomach plummeted. Prey, his instincts yelled at him, you’re prey. “I didn’t know,” Duo said. “That you’re…” He felt embarrassed - it was so obvious, wasn’t it? The way she could walk into a room and own it? The fearless challenge in her stare, even when they were just kids?

“Well,” Relena said, as if she could read his mind, “that was foolish.”

The sweat on his neck kept his baby hairs from standing on end, but it wasn't much help to keep any of his other instincts calm. Too many of them were clamoring at once, and he was dog tired.

“Marcella,” Relena called, startling Duo slightly. As though she was standing just outside the foyer, a middle aged woman appeared, light footed and walking briskly to them. She wore a simple dress, apron overtop, and folded her hands in front of her. She smelled of nothing, which was a relief against the way Relena’s scent felt like it filled even the overarching foyer, right up to its domed ceiling.

“Mr. Maxwell is going to stay with us for a time,” Relena instructed, and Duo wanted to call out the presumption, but he did need somewhere to stay. “Please set him up in a room down the hall from mine. He’ll need all the other incidentals.” She turned to him. “Do you have bags?”

“Just one,” he said, his cheeks threatening to blush as he gave away his own presumptions. “I don’t need anything special-”

“Please see to it he has everything he may need. Our guest is tired, and if you can show him to his room, he needs rest.” Giving him another discerning look, Relena ran a finger over her lip. “Something to eat as well please, Marcella." She glanced at the beta, smiling. "You're wonderful," she added softly. 

Marcella smiled from the compliment, murmuring her assent before asking Duo to follow her.

“Listen, Relena, you don’t have to do all this,” Duo protested lamely, but Relena wasn’t listening.

“We’ll speak more tomorrow, Duo,” she reassured. She reached for his hand as he passed, following Marcella to the staircase, her fingers trailing over his skin lightly. The bit of contact was enough to make him take a breath, but it made it all worse, her alpha pheromones dousing his senses again, making his instincts light up. It took too much of his concentration to keep following Marcella the stairs, so much that he got through her explanation of the suite he was in, the things he could use, and how to reach the staff before he realized he never said ‘thank you’.

He paced the suite for a few minutes, waiting since Marcella said she’d return with something for him to eat. Duo’s stomach did churn with emptiness after a day of travel, but there was comfort in the familiarity of that discomfort. It gave his body something to focus on so his mind was free to think.

He’d made it to Sanc, and Relena hadn’t sent him packing for his imposition. That was good. So, she was an alpha. The Foreign Minister was still the best intercessor between him and the drugs he needed to keep himself safe and whole. His mind replayed the sound of her calling him foolish and he sighed, rubbing his temples between his thumb and forefinger. The alpha politician princess could have whatever mate she wished - there was no reason to suspect she’d give him any actual trouble.

Marcella brought in a cart loaded with more than he would ever have ordered or asked for, and waved off his apologetic insistence she take back half of it before dismissing herself from his room, shutting the door behind her.

He picked at the food, a mixture of fresh fruit and other light foods, before someone else knocked at the door - the doorman, who had carried up his duffel from his car. The beat up old bag looked ridiculous in the hands of the servant who’s dressed better than Duo has most of his life, and it took all of Duo’s self restraint not to snatch the bag out of his hands. He did at least manage to mutter ‘thanks’ to him.

Duo sorted through his belongings - everything was there, not that he’d brought much, but he had to have his comforts. Lock picks. His favorite hair oil. A well worn copy of his favorite book. Clothes, of course, took up the rest of the space.

He changed into a looser t-shirt and decided to sleep in his underwear. The room was huge, and Marcella had said nobody would bother him until well into the morning - it was the weekend.

Duo glanced at the king sized four-post bed and narrowed his eyes. Turning out the lights, he pulled back the sheets and climbed in. They’re the softest, downiest sheets he had ever felt, and he didn’t bother holding back the urge to shuffle his legs over them, warming them with friction. Still, warming the bed didn't help settle his racing heart, his instincts in overdrive. Even this room smells just faintly of the alpha of the house.

He groaned quietly, leaving the bed. He checked the windows, and then made his way to the door. Duo had watched when Marcella led him in, contenting himself with the knowledge it couldn’t be locked from the outside. He checked again and turned the lock on the knob, securing the room from the inside. Even the nicest doorknob lock in the world wouldn’t stop an alpha who wanted to get to him, but it would give him a chance to make a break for it.

The bed was still cold and as empty as he’d left it. Duo climbed back in, arranging the pillows on either side of him, happy there were enough to nest around his shoulders. The situation was far from ideal, but Duo was a master of making do. He settled to sleep, thinking of the lingering scent of freshly snapped green wood - something his instincts were caught between fleeing and seeking out.

Chapter 3

He did seek that scent out the next morning, though it was more difficult than he had expected. Duo had showered, washing his hair and taking the time to blow it dry and rebraid it, changing his clothes. There was a hamper in the bathroom and he threw his travel clothes into it, already feeling self-conscious over the idea of someone else cleaning up after him.

Relena lived out of her mansion most of the time, but it was meticulously clean. She had to be using some kind of blockers for no one to have outed her designation at her age - Duo didn’t know how it wasn't public knowledge. He had known what she was the second her scent hit him, but there had been no denying seeing it on her, too. 

Once he’d meandered around the mansion a little, he ended up finding her sitting in the dining room. Like every other room in the mansion, it was massive in Duo’s eyes. Elaborate wainscotting lined the walls in a rich, reddish wood, the walls themselves a powdery blue. There were fresh flowers in large vases on small tables throughout the room that were fragrant, further masking the alpha’s scent. In the center, a large, long wooden table was loaded at the one end with various dishes. Relena sat at the head of it, reading something on a tablet as she sipped coffee. 

She looked up at him as soon as he approached the table, smiling again. “Good morning,” she murmured, tilting her teacup toward an empty chair to her right. “Please come and sit, there’s plenty of food if you don’t mind serving yourself.” 

“Thanks,” Duo said, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. Relena scrolled a little longer on the tablet, giving him the opportunity to choose a couple pastries, some fresh strawberries, and pour himself a coffee. While he was confident he wasn’t under her heavy, sharp full attention, he doctored the coffee, pouring in cream until it was close to the color of his skin, dropping in a loaded spoon of sugar. 

Once he started eating, Relena spoke. “You seem to have slept well,” she offered, a soft launch into conversation. 

“The bed is phenomenal,” Duo said, “not that I expected anything less.” 

She watched him closely, considering him. For the first time in a while, he felt his instincts claw their way from his gut up into his throat. An alpha, watching him, considering him with that perfect, measured smile on her face, was something the omega in him seemed to want to keep feeling - like basking in the sun.

“I’m glad it’s acceptable to you,” she finally said. Duo took another bite of a pastry and broke the staring contest, but she kept it up. “You packed lightly.” She turned her coffee cup on its saucer before picking it up. “How long do I have the pleasure of your visit?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” he said honestly. He looked at her again, trying to think of what to say - how could he explain?

“How can I help you, Duo?” she asked softly, and it drew him back in, his instincts clambering. “It’s clear there’s something you need.” The alpha put her cup back down, watching him take another bite of his breakfast so he had more time to avoid her not-question. “I want to help you with whatever it is you need, but you do have to tell me.” 

Another waitstaff entered the room, someone he hasn’t been introduced to yet, but they crossed so quietly, appraising the table before continuing on their way, that Relena didn’t take the opportunity to name them.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone here,” she explained, and Duo let himself focus on her again. “I did mean what I said, of course - there were risks to you coming here, Duo.” Duo could feel there’s no threat in her words, but still, she was warning him of something. “My people are well trained to act with discretion, particularly if you’ve come here to have help finding a mate.” 

“A mate?” Duo was taken aback, and he was sure it was written all over his face. “God, not that.” 

“I assumed that’s why you were here,” Relena admitted, her brows knitting in a calm confusion. “It would be much easier for you to find an alpha in Earth.” She was reassessing the board, Duo could sense. Rethinking her moves. He felt like he was forgetting the rules - if he even knew the game at all - and he didn’t like it.

“I do need your help,” Duo said, taking a steadying breath. “But not with that.” He popped a strawberry into his mouth, thinking past the echoing voices of a handful of nuns, nagging over him talking while chewing his food. “I don’t want to be mated.”

“.... Why not?”

“I just don’t,” he retorted, trying not to be snappy. It wasn’t a conversation he’d had too many times - omegas were rare in space, but so were alphas. In any of the places he’d lived, Duo had taken great pains to keep his designation quiet- no one among the Sweepers was about to go around imposing anything about what he should want. Something about it being questioned always rubbed Duo the wrong way, though, and glared into his coffee before taking another drink.

“I see.” Relena took a bite of her pastry, and Duo forced himself back to his breakfast, ignoring the way he could see the edges of her canines as she ate. 

“I want the opposite, actually,” Duo continued, bolder now that the ice was broken. “When I was a kid - before the war - I was given some kind of suppressants. Long-acting.” He watched her eyebrows rise as she nodded- since she hadn’t detected his presentation long ago, she was learning why. “They’re going to wear off, and when they do, I need to go onto new ones.”

Relena’s eyes narrowed and she shifted in her chair, worrying at her lip. “You’ve hidden your designation-”

“So have you,” Duo retorted, and Relena balked a little. “I mean-”

“Years on suppressants have an effect on the body,” Relena said, and her eyes drifted down but stopped respectfully at his hands before darting back to his eyes. “There are protocols to these things.”

“None of which G followed,” Duo snarked, toying with his nearly empty mug, “I can promise you that. I don’t even know what it was he gave me - just that it worked, and it should last ten years.”

“You believe him?”

“Yeah,” Duo said. They were talking now, not doing whatever back-and-forth game Relena was at before, and it was much more comfortable. His instincts started to relax as he sank into his chair. 

Relena did the same, but her face was still serious. “I’m happy to help you, of course,” she began, “and I’ll have to start by involving an appropriate few physicians to assess you.” Duo managed to hide his grimace at the thought of being examined, but he can see Relena’s instincts grab hold of the signal and take it. “Only someone I trust,” she reassured. “Sally, perhaps, although it’s probably outside her expertise…”

“Sally would be perfect.” Duo sat up, thinking of the lady doctor. She was good, and it would be good to see her regardless.

“That makes most sense,” Relena said. “Still, you must understand, there will be protocol to this. Another round of such long acting suppressants would be dangerous to you without doing things properly.” 

Duo sighed. “I’ve heard all that before,” he said, but it didn’t deter her.

“I understand, but you must know that it will be almost impossible to compel a physician to prescribe them to you.” Relena seemed to brace herself for his response before she continued. “Even if I have proximity to these things, I can’t orchestrate getting you access to medication that could harm you.”

“It’s my choice.” He didn’t bother holding back his ire. It made him a sight to behold, being angry - his cheeks flushed, and his eyes look even brighter, and he’d have been lying if he said he hadn’t used it to his advantage more than once.

“I know,” Relena said, unmoved by the display, “but I am still alpha.” 

The statement alone set him off. Instincts that told him to bend, to give in, to bask in the protection made him react in the opposite - a knee-jerk he seemed to have been carrying since birth. “And what? That means I should do whatever you want?”

Relena laughed. It was just a small gesture, a disbelieving, exhaled thing, but it disarmed him. “Hardly,” she said. “I couldn’t imagine telling you what to do,” she continued, “unless you wanted me to.”

“I don’t.” The retort was out of his lips before he could stop it, and her smile fell, but not entirely.

“I’m not telling you what you must do,” Relena explained again. “I am only telling you what I will or will not do.” In the pause, her expression softened again, and Duo was struggling not to let it affect him. He wanted to blame the pheromones for it, but he could see the edges of her well camouflaged scent blocking patches at her neck and wrists. “I’m certain that we can find a solution, Duo,” she said, as though setting her mind to a plan, “though I can’t promise it will materialize exactly as you’ve hoped.” She paused, looking him over, and he realized he had been doing the same, eyes tracing the curve of her lip.

“I am an alpha, and you are still an omega.” Relena’s voice was lower, softer, and something in it drove straight into Duo’s stomach. “I won’t be compelled to do anything that would bring you to harm.” 

The reassurance made it all worse. Duo had been pushing back his instincts for a long time, but he realized that in the absence of an alpha or other omegas, it had been unnaturally easy. 

Duo pursed his lips. “At this point, princess,” he said, “I’ll take what help I can get.” 

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