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Robert was the first one to wake up, much to his disgust. He could feel portions of his back covered in drying liquid while others were still soaked. Moving to get up, he has to slowly untangle himself from his mates before he can go anywhere, trying to be as quiet as possible even with the wrinkle of plastic below him. As he rises to his feet he can't help but flinch, a hand coming up instinctively to ghost over his neck, the gauze already dirty and almost bled through. Fucking Flambae. Glancing towards the clock, he was a bit startled to find it was already the next day. No wonder his bones felt like they were breaking, his heart was full of love for both of his partners, but they definitely needed a bigger bed. Staggering over to the medical supplies, he began the quick process of changing his bandage, hands carefully wiping it down and patching it back up. It still stung, and he had no clue whenever it would start scaring over, do people just walk around with their fresh mating bites out or is it more appropriate to keep it covered? Robert was never around many mated couples, fresh ones even less so. What were the rules of it exactly?
He happens to glance to the side, and the communicator device was lit up. A single green dot on the side that let them know that someone wanted to open up communication. Robert thought it would be a nice idea to have it set up as a consensual toggle so someone wouldn't go to tap in and hear Waterboy in the throes of heat. With a quick glance back to the bed, he makes the decision to walk out of the room, closing the door behind him before he flicks the switch. A crackle of static indicates the communicator is on, and before he can ask who is on the other end he hears—
"-aperwork…Who even fills half of these out? Like, how is your handwriting this bad?" Mandy is mumbling to herself, the shuffle of papers audible in the background.
"Sorry, was that mine? You know sometimes I barely look at what I'm doing." He asks flatly, not really needing the response so much as to get her attention.
A small gasp followed by a few things falling is heard on the under end, "Ugh." Some more shuffling, papers rustling. "Well, you managed to startle me, so that's something."
"You were the one who turned the radio on."
"This thing does not look like a radio." Static builds on the other side, indicating she was inspecting the device.
"Well, sorry, I'll make sure to mention it to my radio maker guy. Oh wait, it's me."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." She says with a heavy sigh and even more movement is heard.
A beat of silence. "So…Are you gonna tell me why you turned the not-radio on? Or was it just a friendly butt dial?"
"Oh, yeah! Well I turned it on like a half an hour ago and couldn't get an answer so I guess I just left it on…Anyway. I came in early today just to check on you guys, and I thought it would be impolite to just barge in. So…Is everything alright?"
Robert lets the silence hang in the air for a minute as he thinks, because yes, everything was more than alright but he also recognizes that he just rushed into a life altering decision without thinking of the consequences. For once in his life, he doesn't have any regrets about it. "Yeah, everything is alright. Herm and Chad are still asleep, I just woke up so—" What else does he say? "You know."
"Right…" She drags out the word, chuckling slightly afterwards. "Then I will let you go. Just checking in."
Robert sighs. "Did you need something else, Blazer?"
She lets out a sigh of relief, like she had just avoided something dangerous. "Yes, actually. I was wondering if you were going to be able to do dispatching today. I mean, I'm totally fine with covering for you, or finding a temp, but I don't know how well that'd go over with—"
"Yeah, don't worry." Robert cuts her off, because both options that didn't involve him doing his job would undoubtedly have Z-team causing more damage than usual. Not that they were doing it too often these days, but they were a hard dynamic to get used to. "Flambae can take care of Waterboy for a few hours, I'll come down here for my break and we'll see where we're at for the second shift."
"Sounds like a plan." Blazer had every confidence that even if there was any trouble, Robert would be able to deal with it. Or at least tell someone who knew what they were doing to handle it, he was good at that.
"Wait, why were you here an hour and a half before your shift starts? Have you even clocked in yet?"
"Hahaha…No. No, not yet, but I was going to do it just after I finished this up. I just got worried about the whole situation with Waterboy, and I felt responsible because I was the one who recommended him for the team."
"Great recommendation by the way."
"Thanks, yeah, but I knew he was an omega and I should've…I'm not saying I wouldn't have recommended him just because of that but I— I feel like I should've kept a closer eye on him, I saw how he constantly stays after work and always comes in — I really should've predicted something like this would've happened."
"Don't go rushing to blame yourself, sometimes shit just happens and we have to deal with it." A small pause. "And sometimes it's all for the greater good, you know?" His hand hovers over the clean gauze on his neck, the grip on the communicator lessening as he began to think. Would they see it as a good thing?
"I will ignore the undertone that sentence definitely had and say yes."
"Great, thanks. Be up in an hour."
"Alright."
Robert didn't wait for another string of awkward goodbyes, instead flipping the communicator off before walking back into the room. He almost doesn't notice Herm is awake, but he's slightly slid up than the position he was before, eyes half-lidded as he stares at Chad. He doesn't make any indication that he hears Robert walk back into the room, laser focused on the rising and falling of the alpha's chest, his face slack with relaxation.
Robert takes a step forward, and the omega's eyes flick over to his direction. Herm smiles softly, readjusting his legs to make more room on the bed, beckoning the alpha further forward with the small gesture. Robert makes his way to the side of the bed, leaning over to hold Herm's face in his hands, whispering softly. "I'm going to have to go upstairs in a little bit, will you two be okay down here?"
At first, Waterboy frowns, a small pouty expression gracing his lips before it evens out and he nods. "Y-Y-Yes, Yeah, We'll be goo—Okay." He seems to be a bit hesitant, but continues. "I f-feel, I feel…N-Normal—Good. I feel good." It was nice to feel this way, like he could think clearly again, even if it did come with the usual anxiety that would plague him. But, at the same time, it was completely unnerving. His logical brain told him that the hormones of being mated cut his heat short or at least alleviated it greatly, but there was a voice in the back of his head that was claiming that wasn't the case.
Robert raises an eyebrow, because that was a little strange. Then again, the entire last twenty four hours were strange. He leans further into Waterboy's personal space, their noses touching before dragging himself down to the uninjured side of the omega's neck. First he wipes some of the excess liquid off with his thumb before he takes a deep breath of the smell there. It's still Waterboy's scent, but more contained than the previous day. It wasn't a heat scent. He takes another whiff and then another to really confirm it, but he can't think of another explanation for the change except that Waterboy's heat was over. Which opened up a whole new can of worms.
Waterboy squirms under his scrutiny, letting out a small whimper even as Robert lets him go. "I want you to stay down here for the first shift, even if you are feeling better, okay?" He doesn't miss the way Herm's eyes glaze over as he nods enthusiastically, like he was begging to be told what to do. "Y-Yes! Oka-Okay."
The alpha smiles, putting a hand back onto the omega's face before stroking it gently. "Good boy." Waterboy begins to purr, nuzzling his cheek further into Robert's hand as Flambae begins to groan.
"Why the fuck are you waking me up?" His voice is groggy and deeper than usual, one hand still around Waterboy's waist.
"S-Sorry!" The omega jumped, trying to scoot his way out of Flambae's personal space out of respect for his sleeping, only to be tugged back down towards his body. Another noise erupted from Waterboy, which quickly turned into a soft purr as Flambae went to card his fingers through his wet hair.
"Okay, you two, up." Robert commanded, more towards Flambae than the omega. "This is disgusting and I can't let my mates lay in this all day."
"Tch, oh please, you just don't want to lay in it." Flambae clicks his tongue, his voice slowly losing it's grogginess as he sits up.
"Yes and no. Like I just told Herm, I'll be leaving you two for the first shift. So, it's mostly for you." He deadpans once again, making Flambae grumble lightly as he grabs Waterboy by the waist, pulling him off the bed.
The omega squeaks out a noise of surprise before going silent, surprised by the sudden manhandling. Flambae is holding him under one of his arms, supporting his entire weight with it. It would be embarrassing enough if he wasn't naked, but he totally was. "U-Um!" He tries to voice his protest, his eyes darting around for his suit. "Can I—My clothes, please?" He gestures over to the corner that had their clothes haphazardly thrown in it before he puts a leg down. Right, he could just stand on his two feet. Except he couldn't, a pang of weakness and pain traveled up his body as soon as his foot touched the ground, and Flambae immediately hiked him up further.
"Hey, you're gonna fucking fall if you do that! Calm down, I'll get your clothes. Robert, hurry the fuck up."
The other alpha looks at him with an unreadable expression, still halfway through changing all of the wrap on the bed. "Just set him on the floor, it's probably not comfortable the way you're holding him."
"I am not putting my omega on the goddamn floor of a public — ugh!" He doesn't even finish his sentence, looking around at the floor. It was pretty pristine from what Robert could see, but it was probably maintained well. There was undoubtedly a history of all different kinds of fluid and bio-hazards that the room has faced, and he can understand Flambae's hesitance.
His hands start moving slightly faster, changing the crinkly pillow case as efficiently as he could without dropping anything before finally finishing. "There." He pats the clean wrapped sheets before going to get their suits for them.
Flambae is sitting Waterboy down, "I would've gotten them," "Yeah, but I was already walking over here-" "You saw me literally looking at them, you didn't need to-" Robert picks them up, shaking them slightly. They're still damp. "You were holding Herm." He rebuttals easily. "It would've taken me a fucking second—"
"It only took me a second." Robert punctuates with a fist to Flambae's chest, holding his suit within his grasp. The alphas have a small stare down with each other, not over any real animosity, but rather the enjoyment of competition. "Yeah, whatever." Flambae takes the suit a little more roughly than he needs to, grimacing at it's texture.
"Ah, this fabric is dry clean only…Fuck…" He mumbles to himself, turning around in hopes Waterboy doesn't hear. He loved his suit, and it will probably take more than a few bucks to replace it or fix it, but that doesn't mean he wants to actively make Herman feel bad about it.
Robert hands Waterboy his suit, who looks up at him with a small smile. "Thank you— Si-Rob-Robert, um, a-alpha…" He mumbles out the last part, taking his suit in his hands while looking to the ground, trying to hide his reddening face.
Robert can't help the images making their way to the front of his mind. The sweet little omega in front of him deserved everything, but was just too shy to take it. Robert would give him anything he needed without him ever needing to ask, would learn what every noise or facial expression meant so he could read him without a word spoken between them. He leans down towards Herman, whispering into his ear, "Of course, my omega." Kissing the omega's cheek, he retreats from his personal space which leaves behind a very discombobulated Waterboy.
"I-I-Uh, Of—My—Your—Ahahahaha…." The omega is trying to say something, the words dying in his brain before they can ever make their way to his lips, eventually settling for awkward laughter that slowly dies in his throat.
"Robert, don't break him so early in the morning. We all just fucking woke up." Flambae is trying to shove himself inside a very shrunken suit, to no success. He makes noises of frustration, which grows to growls of discontent as he wrestles with the only piece of fabric meant to represent him.
"Don't think that's gonna work, darling." Robert says the pet name with a very obvious tone of sarcasm but Flambae coughs in surprise, almost falling over as the suit falls from his grasp, stretching to slap him in the face.
"You two are going to fucking kill me." He eventually gives up with a sigh, instead settling to throw it over his shoulder. "It's fine, I needed a shower anyway, I should have a shitty spare in the locker room."
Robert is about to open his mouth again, but Waterboy makes a noise of agreement. The omega is still naked, on the bed with his legs folded under him as he looks at his own suit. "Mine smells…Weird—Bad…" He takes another sniff of his own suit to confirm, and the smell definitely wasn't pleasant. He doesn't know if it's because of the slick or if other liquids got trapped inside and made an unpleasant scent over time, or if it's just dirty in general, but he would be more comfortable in a spare at this point.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. The shift shouldn't start for awhile, and the locker rooms should be empty." Robert nods to himself, before taking a tentative sniff of his own body. Yeah, a shower actually sounds like a very good idea. It's not like he hasn't shown up to work stinking to high hell before, he slept in a plastic chair for a few months and wasn't the best at taking care of himself, but he'd like to say he's improved with such habits.
"Right, then let's fucking go." Flambae is halfway out of the room before Robert has to physically stop him, grabbing his wrist. "Not naked, you asshole!"
"You just said there was no one here, it's fine."
Robert couldn't believe he's still being baffled by these villains even after dealing with them for so long. "There's cameras, and there could be early workers like Blazer," He explains, which doesn't seem to change any of Flambae's thoughts, at least from what Robert can read from his unamused expression. "Oh, so you're okay with the possibility of someone seeing Herm naked?"
Flambae's nostrils flare, a scowl forming on his face. He grumbles something to himself, tugging his hand away from Robert's grasp before walking back into the room. "We'll get some fucking towels or something then, I don't know! Not all of us have pants!"
"U-Um, It's —It's okay, I can just wear the…my suit to the—on the way to the locker room." Waterboy tries to appease them, even though he really doesn't want to put it on, knowing some crusty bits were likely hiding in the crevices of the waterlogged suit.
"No, you don't want to, so you won't." Flambae says simply, like he can read his mind, but doesn't pay his own statement any mind as he gets some large clean towels from a cabinet.
"Oh. O-okay." He blinks at the alpha, then looks to the other one, who is also studying him intently. His gaze retreats downwards, trying to hide from the building heat inside of him. He was being taken care of.
Robert could swear he felt Herm's apprehension himself, without even needing to see his face he could feel the reluctance of the omega. He's built up a skill of reading all of the Z-team members, but not like this. He instinctively knew what to say to get Flambae to listen to him, to think rationally, but he's always had that talent. Usually. He keeps his eyes trained on Waterboy, trying to read him even with his face obscured. A feeling of unknown embarrassment rises in him followed by flecks of arousal mixed with content. His hand instinctively hovers over his healing mating bite, his fingers brushing against the cloth covering the wound.
Waterboy's head snaps up, looking at Robert. He felt it, he swore he felt something that wasn't himself, that was distinctly different from his usual disordered thoughts in his mind, a calming wave of confidence that washed over him for just an instant.
"The fuck are you two doing?" Flambae asks, nudging Waterboy slightly, urging him to take a towel from his hands. The omega does so, mumbling a thank you under his breath before looking up to Chad. He tries to focus, like he had caught Robert doing.
A faucet of frustration and buried anger. It was an almost unwelcome heat to his soft demeanor, almost. It was refreshing to feel it without the usual guilt that overwhelmed him whenever he expressed any kind of anger or negative emotion that could harm anyone but himself. But there was guilt with it, just a different type. A lightly veiled version of his own emotions, less dense but still all encompassing. The fear of hurting someone else with uncontrollable emotions, to having to face the consequences of what you've done when acting in anger.
Flambae's hands trembled, his breath catching as he dropped the towels onto the bed with a soft thud. The unmistakable feeling of someone understanding you on a deeper level, but this was more intrusive. Too intrusive. He takes a few steps back, bumping into Robert, finally breaking eye contact with Waterboy to look up at him.
"I-I'm sorry!" Waterboy stutters out, and he sounds terrified. Absolutely terrified. Why did he look so scared?
Flambae glances back towards Robert.
"He didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry darling." The other alpha speaks to him softly, a gentle hand coming to rest on the outside of his arm. There's no sarcasm in his voice this time.
"I—Why the fuck would I care? I mean—" He sniffles. Then blinks. He goes to wipe his face, finding it wet with snot and tears. This was so stupid, why the hell was he crying? The feeling of empathy and the look from Herman was just so much to bear, god, and feeling the pure devotion from someone who cared enough to look below the surface, maybe that was making him just a bit fucking emotional, okay?! They didn't need to be all sweet to him just because of that.
"I'm really sorry, I'm really—so so, sorry…" Waterboy is tearing up now, fearful of the thought of Flambae being mad at him. He just wanted to see what he was thinking, what he was feeling, to know what it was like to be someone like him—Their confidence and self-assuredness was an addicting drug he quickly found himself addicted to. Why did he have to pry into his mate? Stupid, stupid, stupid omega!
'Stupid, stupid, stupid omega!' The words rung in his mind like a flood, an entire tsunami of despair that had no hope of escape from. Flambae grasps Waterboy's face, shaking him lightly. The words seem to die down in his own mind as Waterboy looks up to him with those pleading eyes. He can feel his fear, of being unwanted, of being useless and doing everything wrong. A pathetic fear that Flambae definitely would never have. He glances to his own three fingered hand, suddenly doubting himself.
Waterboy makes a noise of confusion, and Flambae flicks his gaze back to his. The alpha realizes how ridiculous this must look now. "Don't uh, don't fucking talk to yourself like that, okay?" The alpha says, trying to stay serious even while looking at the omega's pouty face scrunching up.
A beat of silence before the omega slowly nods. "I-um, yes, okay, alpha."
Robert chuckles this time, from behind Flambae, he takes a few steps forward before resting his head on the other alpha's shoulder. "He likes calling us that, huh?"
Flambae gives Robert a short side-eye, trying to assess his whole situation. Crying in front of another alpha isn't high on things he liked to do in his free time, but he doesn't sense any of the teasing Robert usually holds. The shorter alpha locks eyes with him.
He wasn't going to make fun of him for sharing a part of himself, something that was sacred between the three of them. Their deepest parts of themselves bared witness to the other with the assistance of a complete bond, that kind of connection was unique. Maybe it would be a source for humor at a later date, like everything becomes with time, but for now, it was brand new. Flambae scoffs, what a fucking softie. Robert smirks, what a sweetheart.
'Softie?' Robert raises an eyebrow.
'Sweetheart?' Flambae raises his own eyebrow even further upwards.
"I-I think you guys are b-both."
They look to Waterboy.
"You know…Like, both—Technically…Sweetheart and soft…Soft person…Softie…" He trails off on himself, his cheeks growing redder. An omega isn't supposed to alphas cute, sweet and soft, maybe he should be quiet.
"Don't stop talking." Both of the alphas say in unison and the omega turns an even brighter shade of red. How was he going to hide his thoughts if they kept prying into his mind? It's not like he minded, he already had so much trouble with his words, always second guessing himself…But what if he thought of something really bad and they happened to be listening?!
Flambae closes in on Waterboy, purring in his throat as he invades the omega's personal space, their noses touching. "Oh, I want to hear every thought you have…" He says in that gruff voice that sends electricity down to Waterboy's cunt, causing the omega to stutter out something incoherent. And Flambae fucking understands. Every sentence the omega seems to put together in his mind before it breaks apart, Flambae can pick up the pieces and put them together in his own mind.
"Okay, I can feel you two. I hate to be the party crasher a third time, but we really don't have time for another round if we want to shower and eat. You know, before all of the people. That we agreed to avoid." Robert is just going to ignore his own building arousal in his pants, because someone needed to be the voice of reason here.
Waterboy nods eagerly, pushing Flambae away. He was already very sore from his…Experiences during his heat, he doesn't think he can handle another pounding by the two alphas.
"I fucking hate you being right all the goddamn time." Flambae pulls away from the omega, tousling his wet hair before throwing the towel on him. "Here, put it on, I'll carry you again."
Waterboy's shoulders are already red from the embarrassment of having two alphas around him in such a state, but he was afraid of any one else seeing him like this. Maybe he really should go back in his suit.
"Put it on." Flambae commands. "No one will fucking see you, I'll make sure of it." He says, like it's a statement of fact. "Okay?" He adds in a softer tone.
"O-Okay." Waterboy nods, trying to smile up at him. He really appreciates it. Even if he has his doubts, he trusts Flambae to try his best to keep him protected. Plus, he had Robert too. Nothing would happen, he convinced himself.
"I doubt you'll need me if something happens." Robert remarks, buttoning up his damp shirt. "I saw you on the cameras when you were coming down here yesterday." He says it like it's an offhanded remark, not worth a conversation but Flambae growls.
"Yeah, and what about it? Nothing fucking happened! Like you said, I didn't need you."
Robert smirks, bending over to tie his shoes. "Oh yeah, you really laid into any one who got even close to you. I'm pretty sure at least one of those people are going to resign, I'm pretty sure you made one guy piss his pants."
Flambae scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Like I said—Didn't need you then don't need you—" A soft nudge on his hips. Waterboy is looking up at him, a towel secured around his upper and lower body, already dampening from his skin. "T-Thank you, I don't really um, remember much—But, th-thank you." Flambae starts sizzling, tearing his gaze away from Waterboy to shoot daggers at Robert.
"You really are a big sweetheart, huh?" Robert teases even further, and he can swear he sees Flambae's eyebrows and tips of his air prickle with flame before he takes a big steadying breath. "No! It's just what fucking alphas do! Protect their mates you fucking Bob-ob!" He almost stutters again, his facade of anger breaking under the weight of his increasingly erratic heart.
"Yeah, sure, sure. You guys get whatever you need, I'm going to ask Blazer to pick us something if she's free to grab us something to eat before she clocks in. Give me a minute." Robert says dismissively, grabbing the communicator again before walking out of the door. The two can hear his voice indistinctly, the soft crackling of the communicator and then Blazer's suppressed voice behind the glass.
"Fucker." Flambae finally gets it out, like he was too embarrassed to confront Robert while he was standing right in front of him.
"Was he—Is it true?" Waterboy asks him, moving himself so his feet dangle off the bed while he keeps his eyes on the alpha. "You brought me down—here?"
"Yeah, of course I did. You don't remember?" Waterboy looks up at him with a confused expression, to which Flambae begins to elaborate. "I thought you were sick, then you basically popped a heat in an alleyway, so you know, I fucking flew you here and well, it was really Robert's idea to bring you down here so…" Flambae shuts his own mouth before he starts getting all caught up in his words again. He looks down to Waterboy for a reaction, who seems to be thinking.
"The first thing—The last thing I remember was…" He blinks to himself. "Was…Was…" He begins stuttering to himself, holding his head in his hands as he whimpers. The first memory after he popped his heat was when Flambae's knot was sitting securely inside of him after he rode the alpha like his personal toy. "So—So—I'm so sorry!" Waterboy wails out, covering his red ears as the images of yesterday flash through his head. Two knots in two separate holes. He stutters out something incoherent. Both of them in the same—Water flushes out of his mouth and his pores, beginning to pool on the floor.
Flambae grins, grabbing the omega by the shoulders. "Oh, you remember riding me? Sometimes I forget just how strong you are. Do remember almost drowning me while I was on my knees—"
More water splashes on the floor, and Waterboy begins gargling on the liquid building in the back of his throat that he can't seem to swallow or spit up fast enough. He's making pathetic noises and Flambae can't tell if he's more aroused or embarrassed, but he can feel both of them very strongly.
Robert throws open the sliding door, a large clunk resonating throughout the room. "Why the fuck am I hard again?!" He was supposed to have one thing on his mind, taking care of his mates before he had to go to work and in his mind, provide for them, but here they were, working each other up over and over again. There was no excuse for it this time! Sure, he wishes he could indulge, was hoping he could spend longer down in a world all their own, but he was given very specific time constraints. He just needed to follow them, and wrangle up his mates for long enough to get everything done.
"I don't know, why are you?" Flambae chuckles to himself, still supporting the mumbling and unintelligible Waterboy.
Robert sighs, not seeing the worth in having a little spat with him right now. "Can we just…Go?"
"Sure, let me just grab this—" Flambae says casually, pausing to scoop Waterboy up in his arms, who lets out another wave of liquid in response. He seems to be still replaying the past day in his mind, unable to wrap his mind around his own promiscuous behavior. He was never going to live this down.
"I hope you two aren't this bad when you're you know, doing your job." Robert comments, but opens the door for the two to walk through.
"I'm fucking great at my job, thank you. And so is Herman. So you know, maybe worry about your own hard dick before mine?" Flambae's hard cock is visible underneath the towel he has wrapped around his waist, but seems to be ignoring it well enough to tease Robert. Waterboy has both of their super suits clutched in his trembling hands, his gaze on his own hands, trying to avoid the eyes of his alphas.
They all walk at a decent pace, and after the short ride on the elevator, both of the alpha's are immediately on guard. They didn't say anything to each other, but when Robert would flick his eyes to the right, Flambae would scan the left side. It was true, there was practically no one in the office, but every so often the sound of distant shuffling was heard. Fucking try hards trying to get overtime in the morning. The locker room wasn't that far, though, and the unease between the three of them dissipated as soon as they saw a sign in front of the men's locker room denying entry for a short period. Robert really needed to thank Blazer for such quick work, for a boss she was actually really forgiving, if not a bit clumsy at times.
Waterboy sits on one of the benches while Flambae grabs the extra suits and Robert starts the shower, waiting for the appropriate temperature.
Herman looks at his hands, hearing the shuffling of his mates through the locker room's unconventionally acoustic build. He was content to just listen to them, trying not to think of how humiliated he felt, how perverted. He's only had sex a few times, very vanilla experiences that left much to be desired, ones that usually left him with an unsatisfied pit in his stomach. Never on his heat, though. This experience was…Life changing, brain altering, and left him wanting more of that sweet satisfaction, the sweet afterglow of something so delicious one can't help but indulge. But, he was on his heat, emboldened by the most primal urges of his being. An urge to be mated and…He brings his knees up to his chest, wordlessly looking down to his stomach. What if it wasn't like that because he wasn't on his heat any more? What if they didn't like him without his brain turned into a lustful beast? What if they didn't like him because they weren't being influenced by his scent and their own instincts to claim him?
A hand rakes itself through his hair, his head snapping up in reaction to the sudden touch. Robert is standing above him, naked again now, his arm already wet from checking the water temperature. Waterboy's towel is already soaked through, a puddle building beneath his feet and he wants to apologize, but finds the words stuck in his throat. He doesn't talk to Robert, instead, lowering his head slowly before Robert goes in front of him and crouches down. Now Robert is looking up at him.
The omega expects him to say something, to comfort him with those inspiring words like he always does. The ones that seems to always remedy his doubt, at least for awhile. He doesn't, instead he wraps his arms around the wet omega, hugging him tightly before pulling back slightly, their faces next to each other like the day they met. Robert glances towards Herman's lips, a vague sense of deja vu washing over him before he kisses him gently. It's a wet but sweet kiss, something he wish he would've done as Mecha Man the first time he pulled this man close to him. Pulling back again, their noses touch as Robert mumbles out a—"Love you, Herm."
The omega spits up water. All over him. He chokes on it, coughing and sputtering, and before Robert can properly check on him, he waves his own distress of, trying to cough out words. "I-" A loud garbling cough. "S-sorry! I lo-" More splashing as he desperately tries to swallow. "I love—" Flambae hits his back with a harsh slap, getting the water that just wouldn't go down, splashing in the puddle below them, getting all of their feet wet.
"What did I say about fucking breaking him? You don't listen." Flambae is trying to sound as intimidating as he normally does, but his tone is off.
"Just talking." Robert says, but looks up to Flambae with the intent to read his reactions. He didn't want to pry as far as Waterboy did, especially after the reaction the alpha had with it, so he'd have to stick to reading his face.
"Yeah, I have ears. I could hear you two." He spits out, crossing his arms. Seeing Robert studying him, he turns his head to the side, his scowl attempting to deepen but his nose scrunches up in a way that doesn't normally happen when he's angry. Robert knowingly smiles, "Jealous?"
"N-No!" A small stutter gets stuck in his throat and he growls at himself. He wouldn't let this get the better of him, he glares at Robert before smirking. "Just wanted to say, I love you too Robert, but I guess you were too busy to hear it. I'll just get in the shower then." That must've riles him at least a little bit, Flambae grins to himself before glancing over to Robert. His heart almost stops.
The normally composed and unwavering alpha, someone who was so good with words and witty comebacks, was stunned. His mouth slightly agape as an unfamiliar red tint painted his freckled cheeks, brown eyes blown wide. Robert looks down at the floor, the puddle he's standing in and it feels like his brain has just turned off. How could he just say that so casually with that stupid expression on his face? Why was it making his heart beat so fast and his dick throb helplessly? He didn't even have to look at Flambae to imagine him, the long dark hair, the cocky smile, piercing orange eyes, the expansive chest…Well defined abs…Shower! They needed to shower. Waterboy grabs one of his hands.
He smiles at Robert. "S-Shower."
"Shower." The alpha repeats, relieved to have an out.
"Finally, I've been waiting for you two forever." Flambae had already set out the two superhero suits, and folded an extra uniform for Robert on a bench a few down from them. Waterboy hums in appreciation, Robert helping him up as the omega keeps his focus on the super-abled alpha.
"Chad?" The omega softly asks for his attention. He's walking on his own now, but still pressed up against Robert for the extra support. The taller alpha glances at him, making a noise to confirm he's listening as he double checks the water temperature. "I wanted to—I just wanted to say I…I love you, C-chad!" The water begins to steam around the alpha, quickly overwhelming the locker room.
Chad wasn't really waiting for either of them to say it, well, maybe he was. Robert was clearly gaga for Herm, and Herm with his evident crush on Robert, so hearing them confess their love for each other was an obvious development—He just didn't know where he fit in the equation. But now he was mated with them, now that they were really looking at them and he was looking at them, he felt them open up. Their love for each other was unique for each person, like how Chad wanted to protect and better himself for Herm, while loving Robert in a way that allowed them to tease and compete heatedly in a free expression of his emotions, never punished for them. Herm loved him in a way that all he wanted was the best for Chad, to have him overcome his issues and be a person that he's proud of, while Herm loved Robert in an adoring but down to earth fashion, seeing the imperfections of his hero persona and the weight his past left on him. Then there was Robert.
Oh Robert. He was a harder alpha to read, his emotions bottled and rarely truly escaping even in his civilian persona. But he loved his mates, he loved them in a way he was never allowed to truly love another person. The child of a great hero, of a terrible father, never exposed to what true companionship was and only now was he filling the hole that was left in his heart. He loved Herman in the way that made him irrational, territorial, protective. On the other hand, he loved Flambae like a hot sauce he was just barely tolerable of, something that was so spicy that it was almost painful but he couldn't help but indulge himself over and over until he was regretting it.
Chad was kissing him. Swirling his hot tongue around the alpha's mouth until he couldn't breathe, pushing him back until he's pressed against the tile. The taller alpha traps him against the wall, left hand pressing his shoulder back to keep him pliant as the other rested beside his head, fingers splayed against the yellow tiles.
Robert gets dizzy with the contact, the steam around them beginning to thicken at every minute they have Flambae next to the running water. Waterboy comes to Robert's left, leaning against the uncomfortable half wall as he watches the two alpha's, a small smile on his face. Flambae backs off, pulling away from Robert slowly, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a second before it falls. Both the omega and alpha were standing over Robert, looking down at him with hungry expressions and he can't help but think in the back of his head that they don't have a lot of time. Probably not enough time to do this. Then Waterboy is whispering in his ear. "I love you too, Robert." It's husky, without the usual stuttering and the alpha shudders in response.
"So?" Flambae looks down at him, with a shit eating grin. "Do we have enough time?"
Robert pushes Flambae off of him, creating a bit of distance before he grabs his face, clacking their teeth together before their tongues can meet again. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, both of the alphas heavily breathing, already significantly worked up. Flambae stumbles slightly backwards from the force of the kiss, surprised at the vigor of which he is being attacked. His back is under the water now, the steam becoming all consuming as the visibility of the rest of the locker room lessens. Waterboy stands behind Robert as Flambae pushes him forward, stabilizing the alpha in between the two. Robert's head swims, because he can't say he's experienced being sandwiched in between an alpha and omega before. Flambae's scent is so fucking strong, even with the water making it's best attempts to dilute it, like it evaporates before it can even reach his pores.
Robert pulls back from the hot mouth, taking a few gulps of air before leaning back towards Waterboy. The omega purrs lowly, going to kiss the small alpha. The angle of makes it a bit difficult, water escaping their mouths, it doesn't do much in the grand scheme of things, considering all three of them are soaked by now. He can't smell him like he can smell Flambae, and he hates it, he loves how their scents mix together in something to blindingly intoxicating. Flambae's hands move from Robert's torso to Waterboy's, hands igniting a trail across his skin, evaporating the ever present barrier of water. Robert can't find the words to thank him right now, just content with the feeling of Herman shuddering out a small moan as Chad's heated touches ignites something within him.
It was a writhing mass of limbs and water, steam covering all of the violations they were currently committing. They were still on the clock, though. Minutes ticking by. Robert finally pulls himself away from the omega's wet lips, trying to regain some of his composure as he flips himself. Ass pressed up against Flambae, dick pressed between his and Waterboy's stomach. He looks up to him, still trying to catch his breath as mutters a request. "Can you take a few—a few steps back, honey?" Herman blinks at him, a deer in the headlights look on his face for a moment before nodding.
He takes two small tentative steps backwards before his heel meets the wall. He backs up against it as Robert takes one large step forward, crowding into his space much like how Chad did with him. "Are you okay to do this?" He asks first, looking up at the omega with concern. He just regained the ability to stand on his own, he must still be sore, he wouldn't want to—
"Y-Yes. I'm okay—I'm so okay with this." He pauses, like he's hesitating, to which Robert tilts his head. "Just…Just, a bit — be a bit gentle, please?"
"Of course, baby." Robert says reverently while his hands trail down to squeeze the sides of Waterboy's skinny thighs. He kneads the skin there for a moment, forgetting the urgency in his actions in return for getting to see the omega squirm with the simplest of touches. He then glances back towards Flambae, who seems to be comfortable watching the encounter, hard cock going untouched. "What are you doing? Come prep me." Robert says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Flambae is genuinely stunned for a moment before a smile plays on his lips, taking a stride over to the backside of the other alpha. He grabs a handful of his ass cheek, squeezing it and relishing at the small groan Robert lets out. "We need to be quick, remember, darling?" Flambae teases in his ear, his voice an octave deeper than normal and still thick with his tantalizing accent. It goes straight to Robert's dick. "Then be quick." He manages to shoot back, and Flambae laughs at the challenge.
"Lift him up." Flambae tells Robert, who gets the message, going to support the underside of Waterboy's legs, taking a moment to get used to the position before he lifts him up completely. The omega squeaks as he's hiked up off the ground, his only support a previously wounded and non super alpha. He tries to stay still as best he can, not wanting to make it any more difficult on Robert, before Flambe digs two greedy fingers in his cunt like he owns it. It's sore, more sore with the direct and overall rough contact, but he can't help but moan lowly. He closes his eyes, feeling the alpha curl his fingers before removing them. Now he's whimpering at the unexpected loss, all thoughts of pain washed away from his mind.
Now wet with slick, Flambae presses a finger to Robert's hole, who gives him a glare in exchange. "You had to do that?" Flambae just smiles. "Water isn't very good lube." He doesn't like that expression on his face. "What? Slick is good! Oh, don't be such a fucking prude." Robert is about to respond, before Flambae pushes a finger inside him, moving quicker than he's comfortable with, trying to find a certain spot to calm the alpha down.
Robert groans, pushing his head forward onto Herman, only to breathe out a sigh of relief as he quickly got used to the intrusion. Waterboy's hand carded through his hair, calming him down even further even as Flambae added another finger. He looked up to the omega, who was looking down at him with an endearing smile but a hunger in his eyes. He could never ask it out loud, but Robert felt the omega's need to be filled become rampant rather quickly, and who was he to deny that pretty face? With one final test of his grip, he flexes his hands before moving his hips and penetrates the omega's pussy in one slow push. He tries to stay as composed as possible, with Flambae fingering him with excitement, it was even harder to stay slow and gentle for Waterboy's already abused body.
The omega never hungered for pain, it was always manageable, physical pain was always more manageable than emotional pain, but he never went out of his way to seek it. He was a fool. This was more satisfying than pressing on a bruise when he was sad, or picking at a scab until he bled. It wasn't overwhelming but wasn't vague either, it was just a culmination of pain and pleasure all coming from one organ. He wanted to see how much he could handle, how much was too much, to be pushed past his limits. "F-Faster…Please…"
Robert groans, not just at the pleasant begging of Waterboy, but Flambae pulls his fingers out of his hole without warning, as if he's agreeing with Herman. He doesn't have much time to think about the intent behind the action, because the alpha is already lining up the head of his cock to his hole, spreading his ass with his hands. He gives one cheek a sharp squeeze and Robert sighs and nods, knowing that this was going to be a tight fit but he doesn't care enough to wait to rectify it. He brings his hips backwards, and sinks into Waterboy again just as Flambae slowly enters him. In the back of his mind, he's sorry that he couldn't fulfill Waterboy's request, but the feeling of the omega around him and the alpha inside him was almost too much.
None of them mind the turn of his once hasty session, their bonds sparking with interest as their own arousal is shared with their mates, along with their emotions of being joined again. Robert was able to show vulnerability, Herman was relieved, and Flambae was just so fucking horny. His mates were two of the most beautiful people on the goddamn planet and if he wasn't fucking his alpha silly while he fucked their omega he was going to go crazy. Flambae helps support Waterboy, the omega's long legs allowing him to also keep a comfortable grip on him and support some of his weight. After securing their omega, he snaps his hips backwards before fucking up into Robert like an animal.
The receiving alpha gasped out, his hips going forward with the momentum, inadvertently and sloppily fucking the omega in front of him. He's glad for the help, because he can feel his grip on the omega's soaked thighs begin to slip even as he tries to dig his nails into him. His hole is being stretched in a way it hasn't in a few years, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying every moment of it. It only took a few experimental thrusts to land a good stroke against Robert's prostate, making the alpha whine uselessly against the omega, a long groan escaping his throat as Flambae repeated the motion. Waterboy purrs above him, not minding the shallow and erratic movements he was given, the expressions Robert was making was enough to get him significantly heated up. He loved it when the alpha would grit his teeth together in an attempt to keep the noise down, how his eyes would shut like he's trying to concentrate on something that isn't being pleasured. He was so content to focus on the alpha inside him, that he forgot about the alpha who was supporting most of his weight now.
Flambae grips Waterboy a bit tighter, his hands heating up as he tugs him forward at an angle that impales him on Robert's dick. The omega garbles out a cry, breath hitching on water before it sputters out his nose. Robert wants to warn him to be more gentle, to slow down when the omega is involved, until he's struck by the remnants of the omega's lustful thoughts. He wanted it to hurt a bit, like when Flambae had tore into his neck while he was fucking him with wild abandon. It made his brain race with ideas, his breath hitch at the thought of being ruined. Flambae does it again, adjusting his angle so the action is slightly easier to perform and Herman tilts his head back, a whine dying in his throat. Robert grits his teeth again, going to bite Waterboy's shoulder to avoid sounding like a sloppy whore.
Flambae needs to fix that as soon as possible, after a few experimental thrusts, he sets a nice rhythm, pulling on the omega's legs in time with his own thrusts so Robert's matched his own with little work on his end. Robert kept his teeth sunk into Herm's shoulder, drawing blood as he used him as his own personal gag, which only made the omega noisier. He was moaning up a storm, each one cut off by a thrust before another replaces it. Chad leans forward, even further sandwiching Robert as he attempts to lock lips with Herm.
It's hard to keep his lips on him, having to open his mouth and stick his tongue down his throat to quieten some of the sounds he's making. Flambae could probably live off of them, but if this was lasting as long as he was thinking it was, then people should be arriving to work soon, even if they weren't annoying over achievers. He knew more than a few who might drop something off or pick something up from the locker room. They'd hear them even with the sign outside. The steam covering the room didn't help cover their indecency as much as it made it painfully obvious.
Biting Waterboy's lips, he tightens his grip before thrusting into Robert with a renewed vigor, earning grateful groans from both of them. Even with his mouth on Herman, his ears were focused on the noises Robert was making even with his mouth full. They were both so fucking—His hips began to move erratically, flames trying desperately to light even under the weight of the water—So fucking perfect. He hears Robert get increasingly higher pitched, hands spasming as he chased his orgasm. Flambae forces his tongue further into the omega's mouth, to effectively have a gag on both of them. He swallows down the water along with the wanton noises the omega keeps making, his legs quaking under the alpha's grasp. So fucking perfect, he thought again as he buried himself inside of Robert, blowing his load and effectively pressing the alpha up into the omega.
Robert doesn't know who he feels cumming first, whether it was Herman's pussy quivering around him or Chad rutting into his ass as he filled him with cum, or if it was himself. His hips are pushed as far as they can go, his cock burying itself in the omega, overfilling his already satisfied womb. All of them ride out the high before taking steadying breaths with Flambae faltering slightly, having to drop to his knees, letting all of three of them collectively fall. He softened he blow, still keeping a grip on Waterboy as he supported Robert's pliant body against him.
A beat of silence.
"I don't think…" Chad begins, huffing out a sigh of exhaustion. "I don't think we have enough time."
Robert groans out in frustration, wanting to say 'I told you so' so badly, but he couldn't muster up the energy right now. His stomach growls. Not to mention he was so fucking hungry. Before he could put any more thought into what he was going to do about their undoubted tardiness, Waterboy stretches out his legs, flexing his toes before he awkwardly removes himself from their grasp. The omega wobbles slightly as he stands up, to which the two alpha's instinctively move slightly forward to catch him.
"I'm—Yep, I'm okay!" He says, managing to stand on his feet without any further trouble before he skitters away into the steam filled locker room only to come back with a few products in his hands. "We, I was thinking—We should shower and then-Afterwards eat." A pause. "M-Maybe fast…?"
Even with their aching bodies, the alphas couldn't argue. As much as each of them desperately wanted to spend time with their new mates, their jobs were technically important. Being heroes and all that. Well, heroes and the former hero who dispatches said heroes. They managed to keep their hands to themselves, well away from any inherently sexual touching. Chad helped Robert condition his hair and get Herman's back when he needed it. Aside from the soft and subtle looks from each other, they made good time. As good as it can be given the circumstances.
Robert helps Herman zip up his suit while Flambae stretches his spare over his body. The alphas still have damp heads, even after extensive drying, but a lot of people take showers in the morning before work. Waterboy is slightly less wet than usual, even after being dried off, his body wasn't producing much of his normal moisture due to his relaxed state. He slicks his hair back out of his face before adjusting his goggles over his eyes, catching Flambae glancing away from him as he does so. He doesn't even have to ask before the alpha mumbles out a response.
"I just think your eyes are pretty or something. The fucking goggles are stupid, anyway."
Waterboy smiles before adjusting the goggles to rest on top of his head. He usually only really needed them when he was soaked anyway, he could probably go a few hours without them. Robert makes a noise of agreement, before side eyeing Chad. "Your eyes are pretty too."
"I—" He stumbles slightly at first before scoffing. "Yeah, I fucking know that already." He looks to Robert before dramatically scoffing again, walking over to him to help him button his shirt. "You are so fucking slow."
"If I remember correctly, you said I was 'slow and stupid'." It was a teasing tone, and Flambae chuckles.
"And I was fucking right, but don't worry. I'll be smart enough for the three of us." He finishes the final button, adjusting Robert's collar to his satisfaction. "You done dressing me, alpha?" Robert asks sarcastically, but doesn't miss the way Flambae swallows. "Yeah, finally."
'Cute!'
The alphas snap their heads to focus on the omega, who is beaming with an adoring expression. He blinks as they hone in on his thoughts, suddenly embarrassed. "S-Sorry! I forgot-Didn't mean, I just—Thinking, I was just thinking about…" He stumbles for a moment before saying "Cute!" He gasps out to himself, his hands trembling. "Y-You two are so—So very cute!"
That word might've hurt any other alphas pride, but it struck the two in front of him with awe. They can't help but look at the water based superhero and also think…Cute. Herman looks confused at them before giving both of them a thumbs up. "Eat—Will we, us—Are we going to eat now?"
Definitely cute.