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Arriving home after the long bus ride from a harrowing first day in the Pitt, Dennis couldn’t help himself and just dumped his bag and hoodie to the ground messily in the entry hall. Leaning against the closed door, the med student took in the deep and comforting breaths of the home he shared with Andrew and Lena. It smelt clean, it smelt of dinner, and it was just home.
It unravelled the knot of grief and stress in his chest from just him standing there. Dennis, after a few more seconds to enjoy the quiet after hours of machines and talking and cries of pain filling his ears, he sluggishly toes off his stained trainers and haphazardly put his stuff away. Even after the shitshow of the day, Dennis wasn’t going to be lazy and leave a mess for Andrew to clean up.
Which, speaking off, Dennis looked up and peered around the hallway. The door to the living room was wide open but the area empty. With it being late, Andrew could very well be sleeping. Then again, going by the sound in the kitchen, he was definitely not asleep.
Peeking into Lena’s room, he saw her little nightlight casting shadowed shapes of animals across the walls with the girl fast asleep under her purple blankets. Smiling to himself, Dennis closed the door and finally made his way into the kitchen.
At the stove, back to Dennis, Andrew’s broad form was a port in a storm. The younger of the two omegas couldn’t stop the whine of relief as he staggered over to the man. Andrew turned in time to have Dennis press his forehead to his shoulder.
“Don’t hug me, I’m gross.” He muttered, Andrew’s moving arms pausing in mid-air.
There was a deep inhale, “You smell gross.” The man grunted out, but didn’t push the med student away. A hand tentatively landed on his hair, and the omega let out a satisfied breath at the touch.
“You do not want to know about the fluids that’s been on me today.” Dennis sighed, before pulling back to meet the dark gaze of his boyfriend. There was faint tension in Andrew’s expression, eyes darting over Dennis, surveying him.
“There’s an alpha all over you.”
Dennis blinked at the comment, hearing the touch of accusation and insecurity in Andrew’s voice. Then, as he thought the words over, Dennis huffed, rolling his eyes. “My chief attending. He was manhandling me around the ER. I think he thought me nervous and lost, so he pulled me to and from cases sometimes. He also might be lacking in pack, but I don’t know him that well enough to say.” Beyond having seen the alpha break down and have to pull him back from the metaphorical ledge. Dennis had a sinking feeling they’ve trauma bonded...
Andrew glared as he turned back to the food he was warming up for Dennis, “I don’t like that.”
Nuzzling his head against Andrew’s shoulder again, greedily inhaling the fellow omega’s comforting smell, Dennis squeezed his hand around the other male’s arm. “I’ll tell him off the next time I see him, promise.”
“Why didn’t you stop him?”
“’Cause it was actually a little helpful. Kinda settled my anxiety…”
Exhaling heavily, Andrew gently nudged Dennis off his arm, “Go shower.” There was a faint peek of Andrew’s canines, his scent sharp and agitated at the unintentional alpha musk Dennis had dragged into their home.
Giving the man’s arm one last press of reassurance, Dennis peeled away and headed to the shower. After the hasty wipe downs in-between scrub changes, it was good to properly wash away everything from the day. Paying attention to the skin that Doctor Robby had unintentionally touched, Dennis soaped up there multiple times until the scent of the alpha was gone.
That seemed to settle Andrew completely when Dennis came staggering back into the kitchen in just his sweatpants, the drain from the day truly beginning to hit. Knowing the deep trauma and scars inflicted upon Andrew, Dennis could never be offended by his boyfriend’s reactions. Now clean and skin fresh for new scenting, Andrew was dragging Dennis into a proper embrace.
The taller man was folding himself down to feel smaller onto the med student’s shoulder, pressing his face into his scent glands in that way that he always did when held, like a pup seeking warmth. Humming lightly at the touch, Dennis ran his fingers through the tight curls at the base of Andrew’s nape, thumb stroking across the other omega’s scent gland to soothe him. “Feel better?” The man had never exactly been starved of touch, but he never really received the proper comfort a person deserved, child or adult.
At Dennis’ question, Andrew nipped lightly at his neck before mumbling, “You need to eat, then I want us in the nest.”
Smiling, Dennis pulled back to kiss Andrew slow and tender. Calloused hands ran down his sides, making his skin break out into goosebumps. Shivering slightly, Dennis broke the kiss to flash his own sharp canines up at Andrew, “Go make sure the nest is perfect, then. I’ll eat and join you in a bit.”
A low rumble stuttered and started in Andrew’s chest, unhappy to pull away but doing so anyway. Left alone in the kitchen, Dennis ignored how cold he felt without his boyfriend as he scarfed down the warmed up pasta and sauce. It tasted amazing as always.
Despite how feral Andrew appeared and acted, there was a deep need for domesticity in the man. He craved to have a home, to create a peaceful life that he never had as a child and for most of his adulthood. And Dennis, who had grown up loved but still held at a distance due to being the only omega and not understood, was desperate to give a home to the fellow omega. An unlikely pair, they fit together in a way the world wouldn’t really get.
Omegas were meant to be with alphas. That was what was deemed as traditional and expected for centuries. It wasn’t until the last century or so that things began to really change; people more defiant in showing who they truly were, and thus came couples that were atypical from expectations. Dennis – who loved men no matter the secondary gender – did not think anything was weird about falling in love with an omega. In fact, he felt far safer and cared for when in a relationship with one than any previous flings he has had with alphas.
A female student a few years back had said once that ‘only women knew how to actually love other women’, which cemented itself in Dennis’ brain for a long time. It reared later on in his head when he noticed Andrew across the park a year ago, and something in him decided that he needed to talk to the omega.
Lena had been playing with the other children, and Dennis couldn’t help approaching the bench Andrew sat stiffly on. It wasn’t just how handsome he thought the fellow omega was, but it was the mild distress that seemed to be coming off of him like a forever leaking tap. An old pain that made third year med student ask if he was alright.
From there, Dennis managed to get Andrew’s number, and between the older man working and the student studying or going through his rotations, they built up a relationship. It was steady, something solid and real that both omegas, that had been drifting through the city, had needed. They came together in a natural conclusion of desire and yearning to be loved. A relationship built on the mutual need to be taken care of.
There were hang-ups and issues from their individual pasts that had to be worked through. Andrew was difficult to pry anything out of him that wasn’t through explosive anger, whereas Dennis was naturally avoidant on expressing his true feelings on painful topics; brushing off concern because he didn’t know how to handle sincerity.
But they got there, step by step; stubborn to keep the thing that they had found. Dennis revealed his struggle to understand his own instincts after growing up without an omega to guide him; how parts of his personality and behaviour were more alpha-leaning which tend to put people off. His nesting abilities were shit too, something that Andrew had in common.
The other omega had been fucked from the very beginning. Male omegas born intersex, their secondary gender known upon birth, unlike female omegas. Andrew’s mother hadn’t liked that for reasons neither men could figure out. But it led to hormones snuck into meals to induce higher levels of testosterone, fucking up Andrew’s natural hormone balance to make him more alpha-like. In doing so, his heats were forever off kilter and lacking in schedule. They fluctuated from either being barely a blip in the day to a painful week of a desperate desire to claw himself into pieces or tear someone apart.
Dennis still had claw marks scarring his shoulder from that particularly aggressive heat. Andrew had been terrified the entire time, reeking of distress and pain, that the fellow omega was nearly triggered into his own feral state out of the need to protect. However, Andrew’s instincts soon picked up on Dennis not being a threat, that the following heats meant that the younger of the two was never met with aggression.
But there was a horrifying reason for why Andrew had been so violent at someone being nearby during his heat. He had had pseudo ruts for most of his life due to the drugs. Those soon faded once he went to prison and escaped the constant influx of incorrect hormones in his meals. That, of course, led to a traumatising first heat in jail that even now, the man had managed to only speak of in a single, heartbreaking sentence, ‘They wouldn’t stop touching me.’
Now, the ruts were gone but the still constant flares of anger seemed to mimic them, followed by deep depressive and catatonic states that could last days. For a med student, that was stress many would give up on, not wishing to handle the decades worth of baggage and trauma. But Dennis, no matter his distance with his family, could proudly say they had taught him to not quit on a good thing. He never flinched away from hard work, so why would he dump Andrew just because of the man’s obvious PTSD? Especially because of the child that was in Andrew’s care, who needed comfort and care when the older omega was unable to do so.
It meant, that when Andrew revealed his past in drips and drabs, Dennis stayed. He soothed, he listened, and he never judged the man for it all. It meant, that after months of dates and meet-ups and long nights of talking, that Dennis was asked to live with Andrew and Lena. It meant that when they had sex for the first time, there was no fear. Uncertainty was there, but that was calmed with gentle words and check-ins.
It meant that Dennis had a family; a small but strong pack. A boyfriend that would hopefully become a mate one day, and a child he could think to himself as his own. Dennis could never replace Lena’s biological parents, but he was called Uncle Dennis, and that was enough for him.
Finishing his supper, Dennis cleaned up quickly and made his way to the bedroom.
Their nest took a long time to build. Neither knew what they were doing, but they were eager—though awkward—to make something together. When Dennis had moved in, Andrew had a neatly made bed that felt so clinical and lifeless that he had to hold back the urge to go tearing apart the apartment for any and all soft things. There wasn’t much, unfortunately, so their first night together was with clothes and towels piled around them like they started to fold their laundry but hadn’t the energy to put it all away.
Andrew had a need to keep things neat, which meant any clothes on the nest had to be folded in a particular way, which upset Dennis’ need to having them smothering his face while he slept, sweatpants used as a pillow and a shirt tossed over his torso as a blanket. They found compromise, once the pair went shopping for blankets and pillows to build their nest with. Lena had even offered stuff toys, the objects rotating in order to have the ones with the strongest scent of their pup in their nest. And, upon Andrew’s request, they bought clothes specific for the nest, so it had helped calm down his levels of stress when he saw them scrunched and wrinkled.
That still didn’t stop Dennis from sometimes stealing a piece of clothing from Andrew that he had worn that day to stuff into the pillow of the nest was designated as his own. He had a feeling the older omega knew Dennis was doing that, but in the morning the clothing was in the laundry basket, ready to be washed and ironed, so Andrew turned a blind eye.
Now, after months of living together and finding a rhythm of existing around one another, Dennis could say that their nest was his favourite place in the whole world. Especially with Andrew laying in it, waiting for him.
Warm Christmas lights were strung around the room, casting a soft, intimate glow. Pillows stacked around like a wall, soft blankets draped around with t-shirts used as pillow cases, Dennis did not hesitate to climb into the nest, pressing his skin against Andrew’s now naked chest. The rumble that it elicited from Andrew was not something regular omegas would say was a purr. The man never really knew how to purr, never feeling comfortable enough to make the noise. It reminded Dennis of a badly maintained engine, awkward and disused. But Dennis loved it.
He pressed a loving kiss to Andrew’s chest before trying to smother himself between those lovely pecs. Arms wrapping around his solid frame, Dennis mumbled into the hot and freckled skin, “God, I love your body.” The tension from the day drained from his aching body as he snuffled and relaxed into Andrew’s chest. The first time he had ever seen Andrew’s bare torso, he had whined like a dog, leading to the other omega sending him an unimpressed look.
An amused huffed came from Andrew, his thick hands smoothing down Dennis’ back before dipping under the waistband of his sweats. It was tentative, testing the waters to see if Dennis was in the mood. The med student let out a delighted hum as a confirmation to the silent request, tired but not too tired for some fun. Wiggling closer, feeling himself both harden and grow wet at the same time, Dennis pressed closer to Andrew. He ran his hands down the broad expanse of the older man’s back, knowing he was leaving a trail of red marks from the nails he was digging into the hot flesh.
Arching his back to slide the hands further down to cup his ass, Dennis leant up to capture Andrew’s mouth, moaning low as he slid his tongue into the wet heat. The other man groaned into it too, hips jerking in stuttering motions against Dennis. Flicking across canines, the younger omega pulled back, tugging on Andrew’s bottom lip with a sharp grin.
“I’ve had,” He began, breathy as he caught Andrew’s dark and hungry gaze, “A long day. I need you to fuck me.”
A deep motor engine purr began to rattle through Andrew as he moved to loom over Dennis, the med student on his back and eager as he stripped his sweatpants off. The older man was quick to follow and not for the first time was Dennis so fucking lucky to find Andrew.
Even though it was down to forced ingest of hormones, Dennis couldn’t help but love how big Andrew’s cock was for an omega. His own was small as was typical for the secondary gender, but his boyfriend was different. Member standing hard and flush, smaller omega couldn’t stop the whine that escaped him as he felt the thickness rub against his own cock.
A mouth licked and suckled its way down his neck to his chest, fangs scraping against soft flesh, sending a heat blazing through Dennis. They moved with a faint rush, like Andrew needed to taste every part of Dennis that was available. Lips wrapped around his hard nipples, and he was keening at the flick of Andrew’s clever tongue against the sensitive nubs. He couldn’t stop his hips from seeking friction, their cocks wet with their combined slick, paving a smooth and drenched path for them.
Dennis’ fingers were grasping tight to dark curls, mouth open as he panted with his head thrown back as Andrew continued a path downward. He couldn’t stop the deep, pleasurable pride that shot through him at the confidence in the older man. He was so hesitant and needing direction when they first began to have sex, but now, Andrew could take the initiative with just a simple guiding hand or gentle instruction.
It was dizzying, wrapped up in Andrew’s scent, surrounded by a nest that was drenched in their combined smell. He was panting and begging for the older man to fuck him after only minutes of greedy caresses from the other man. “Andrew—please! Can you just-”
Dennis cut himself off with a keen as Andrew’s mouth bypassed his cock to instead begin licking into his folds. Eating Dennis out like he was starving, Andrew moaned at the taste, taking deep inhales of Dennis’ scent. Firm hands grasped his thighs, and he hoped they would leave bruises.
The room was thick with that berry-sharp and fire smoke aroma Dennis loved so much, his own sweet lemon and deep, earthy musk joining in. Intoxicated with every gulping inhale, Dennis pressed a hand to his gaping mouth, trying to muffle his cries to not disturb Lena as Andrew began to work fingers into his cunt. He was wet enough for two fingers to easily sink in, curling and massaging that spot that would shoot electricity through his body.
Hips riding the fingers, desperate to reach his peak, Dennis chanted Andrew’s name like a prayer. It dripped from his lips the way honey would, and he could see the way Andrew was rolling his own hips. Seeking friction for his cock from their nest, Dennis felt that tightening coil rise up to release, and he didn’t want to cum until Andrew was in him.
Gripping tight to his hair, Dennis dragged Andrew’s face from his cunt. The omega whined like a pup denied of milk, mouth shining with slick and gaze slack with pleasure. Biting his lip to stop a moan from releasing, Dennis caressed his cheek, thumb wiping across Andrew’s mouth. “Hungry, sweetheart?”
At Dennis’ rasping question, the other omega’s eyes fluttered open. “Starving,” He growled, teeth flashing.
Breaking free of Dennis’ grip in his hair, Andrew sunk the fingers that were still in his cunt deeper as he lunged in to devour the smaller man’s mouth. Tasting his own arousal, Dennis released a reedy gasp, grinding down on the fingers that piston his pulsing cunt, arms tossed over broad shoulders to hang on tight as he rocked his hips desperately. Another hand came up to rub against the head of Dennis’ small cock, the attention to his sensitive flesh had lightning running up his spine as the coil snapped.
Cumming hard, Andrew continued to rock his fingers into Dennis as the younger male rode out his orgasm. Shaking, sweat-slick and overheated, Dennis collapsed back against the nest. Knees falling open, trembling and unable to stay up, Andrew continued to loom over him as he came down from that euphoric high. Dennis couldn’t even be disappointed that he came before Andrew could put his cock inside of him.
Hands clenching the blankets of their nest, Dennis panted for air as he shook. His eyes traced the miles of freckled skin up to where Andrew was watching him with awe across his face. The fingers inside him slipped out and Dennis swallowed back a whine as he grasped Andrew’s biceps. The other man’s gaze was heavy with lustful reverence, eyes greedy as they took in Dennis’ sprawled form.
Tracing one hand up the man’s arm, to his shoulder, to his neck, to his jaw, Dennis gripped his chin tight as he demanded, “I said I needed you to fuck me.”
Andrew’s jaw clenched, eyes burning as he fumbled for his hard and leaking cock. Feeling the head slip and tug at his entrance, Dennis groaned with desperation, “C’mon, Andrew. Fuck me like you’re going to fuck a pup into me.”
And, God, the shuttered expression of all-consuming want that took over Andrew was toe-curling as the other omega sunk his thick cock in one perfect slide. Their moans were practically harmonising, the heat of their merging flesh the kind of sin preachers tried to steer people from. But, fuck, if Dennis wouldn’t willingly burn in hellfire for the intensity of Andrew’s deep focus on him as he fucked him slow and deep.
Hating the space between them, desperate for more skin contact, Dennis dragged Andrew down until the slick chest pressed close. The older man buried his face into Dennis’ neck, licking and gnawing at his scent gland. Tilting his head to the side, Dennis released gasping whines as Andrew continued to drive into him, their bodies moving in perfect unison. It was filthy, the sound of their wet skin slapping together, but the shuddering that ran through Andrew was even better.
The man was completely lost in the sensation of Dennis’ cunt, drunk on their combined smell, and the younger omega could admit he was growing light-headed himself from it all. So much so, that any forethought was missing as he begged, “Mark me, Andrew.” It was likely too soon, but God if Dennis couldn’t deny how much he yearned to call Andrew his mate.
Said man whimpered at the command, “Angel…” He moaned, teeth latching around tender skin within moments. Like a starving dog, Andrew bit into Dennis’ flesh, lapping at the blood that leaked out. Dennis barely noticed that he was getting close to cumming again, marking Andrew in turn, desperate to make the man his. It was raw, it was feral. Their mating became nothing but frantic fucking as they chased that bliss of finally bonding. All that ran through his head was the mantra of ‘mine mine mine’.
When he felt Andrew’s hips stutter out of their forceful rhythm, Dennis knew the other was getting close. Pulling the man’s head back so they could lock gazes, Dennis took in the dazed, pussy-drunk expression across Andrew’s face. Mouth slack and messy with blood, Dennis shuddered as he whispered, “Are you going to do it? Fuck a pup into me?”
Andrew whined with anguished longing, eyes squeezing close. Dennis dragged him down to bite on his ear, breathing hard as he asked, “Maybe even a whole litter? That big cock of yours has to be good for something, sweetheart.”
A choked sob ripped through Andrew as he came, whining, “Fuck, Angel—!”
Dennis keened as he felt the hot release fill him up, moaning Andrew’s name. The guilty part of him was sometimes happy of what Smurf did to Andrew. Because it meant that there may be a very likely chance that he could breed Dennis, and damn it all if that wasn’t a heady vision to have.
Still on the brink of his own orgasm, Dennis grasped his cock to quickly jerk himself off. It didn’t take much, splattering between their stomachs in seconds. Panting hard, he didn’t flinch as Andrew collapsed onto him, enjoying the weight of the man as they soaked in the afterglow.
A purr began to stir in Dennis’ chest as he held Andrew close, feeling the man soften inside him. In that moment, Andrew tucked his thick arms under Dennis’ waist. He held on like he was afraid Dennis would leave him, so tight it was verging on painful.
To reassure the trembling man, the med student began to stroke down his back and thread fingers through his sweat-damp hair. It had Andrew slowly relaxing, like sex would never be enough to calm his insecurities. Only the soothing, comforting touch of Dennis’ hand in his hair was the signal that he was safe and loved.
“I’d do it, if it happened.” Dennis murmured gently.
Andrew stirred, tilting his head up to stare bleary-eyed and confused up at him. Smiling, fondness overwhelming in his chest, the younger omega clarified, “I’d carry your children in a heartbeat, sweetheart.”
Andrew’s breath stuttered, eyes coming into focus as the widened. There was faint glistening in them as he asked, voice hoarse, “Really?”
Placing a lingering kiss to his forehead, Dennis confirmed, “Really.”
There was a long pause, before Andrew sniffled and buried his face into Dennis’ scent gland. The bite mark was tender, reminding him of their hasty decision in the throes of passion. But he could never regret it, thumb rubbing across the mark he put on Andrew.
“Baz told me no one would have a family with me. No one would want me.”
Jaw clenching, Dennis muttered, “Well, he’s a fucking idiot. You’d make an amazing dad. You already are.”
Feeling Andrew’s lips trembling against his skin, Dennis maneuvered them so they laid side by side. He bit back a whine as the man’s cock slipped out from his cunt, knowing now was not the time to miss the fullness as he cradled Andrew’s face. The man wept quietly as Dennis brushed aside his tears, murmuring nonsensical words of gentleness as he comforted the man.
There was a place in the mind that slipped into a darkness of what he would do to all those who have harmed Andrew in some way. It was tightly locked and rarely did Dennis ever allow it to be seen. But sometimes, Dennis would turn the day dreams and imaginings over his mind, contemplating how he would get his revenge for his mate. Omegas have killed for less, in the past. Dennis would be in his right.
But, now was not the time, tucking those thoughts back into the shadows as the pair of them slipped into exhaustion. It had been a long and rough day, but this shared moment made it all worth it, knowing that he had Andrew to come home to. Soon, Andrew would grow antsy and demand they clean up, but right now, the man was too far gone in his bliss to feel that irritation stirring.