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Wade’s phone rang. Not his regular phone, or his second phone that people who wanted to kill other people called, but his super secret third phone with the area code from somewhere north of Nowhere, North Virginia and the account linked to a made up name so ridiculous it put porn star monikers to shame.
That phone rang and the Alpha dug it out from under the couch cushion where he’d stashed it months ago because it had never ever rang not once in the year since he bought it, and answered the waiting call with an entirely confused, “Uhhhh hello?”
“I’m looking for Mr. Jackman, are you Mr. Jackman?” the woman on the other end of the line spoke fast, rattling off the fake name with the precise impatience usually found in professionally stressed individuals. “Mr. Hugh Jackman, specifically?”
“Uhhhh.” Wade held the phone away from his ear to check the Caller ID. “Yeah. Except it’s actually Mr. Huge JackedMan, but that’s okay, the accent is Australian so I don’t expect you to get it right on the first try.”
“Mr. JackedMan, I’m calling from the heat clinic. You completed an application a while back to be an on-call Alpha for our Omega clientele who need help during their cycle? I received a rather unusual request today, the Omega has very specific needs for this session and frankly, you were the only Alpha I thought would be willing to accommodate.”
“Oh.” Wade answered dumbly. Then, “Oh shit.”
Signing up to be an on-call Alpha for the heat clinic had been a last minute, middle of the night, entirely too drunk, entirely too desperate decision.
Wade didn’t know what he’d been thinking– well no, he knew exactly what he’d been thinking. It had been two a.m. after a shitty fucking day or maybe still during a shitty fucking day, the days were all so long and the noise in Wade’s head all too loud that sometimes most times the Alpha didn’t know if he was having a bad day or just a bad life because the days all ran together and ran together and ran together…
Anyway.
Wade knew exactly what he’d been thinking.
Lonely. The Alpha had run a scarred hand over his bare scalp, bared his over long fangs in a grimace and admitted to the empty room in his empty apartment that he was lonely.
It was a newsflash to exactly no one. Of course Wade was lonely. His good looks had disappeared along with his smile in the shop of horrors Francis called home base. All Alphas scented like aggression, but Wade was ex-military, former Special Ops, current mercenary, he didn’t just scent like aggression, he stank like death and as an added bonus to his fucked up appearance, he stank like mutation too.
Newsflash to exactly no one, Omegas with their flowery scent and pretty fangs avoided him out of fear for their own safety. Betas with their less volatile instincts found him unsettling for any number of reasons. Other Alphas growled before wincing when they saw how Wade's damage made him look scent vibrate savage even when he was simply trying to exist.
So yeah. Christ. Wade had been lonely and signing up had been a last minute, middle of the night, entirely too drunk, entirely too desperate decision and in the year since submitting his paperwork, the super secret third phone with the misleading area code and the account registered to 'Mr. Huge JackedMan' hadn’t rang chimed blinged once with a notification that an Omega had picked him to help with their time of the month.
Newsflash to exactly no one, Wade was an entirely unwanted Alpha.
It was fine. He hadn’t expected anything different. He needed to delete the stupid profile, needed to deactivate the burner email account he’d created specifically for the profile, needed to stop torturing himself wondering what if when he knew the odds of it all were laughably devastatingly low.
Until.
“Does that sound like something you can handle?”
“Sorry.” Wade snapped back to the moment, to the phone call, to the absolute ludicrous suggestion that he was somehow the right match for a picky Omega, for any Omega at all. “Sorry. Shit. What was that?”
“Mr. JackedMan if you aren’t serious about this–”
“No no no I’m here. I’m here.” Wade scrambled for a scrap of paper and nub of a pencil so he could write everything down. “I’m here. Fuck. Tell me uh– tell me what the Omega needs. I can do it. I can. Just– just–”
Please.
Please please please, he was so goddamn lonely.
“The Omega had no specific requests regarding body type or scent markers, but he was adamant that the lights remain off the entire duration of the appointment.”
“Lights off.” Wade scribbled it down. “What else?”
The what else included blindfolds for both Wade and the Omega so no one saw anything in the dark room. No names, not at all, the Omega had registered with a numeric designation and he hadn’t wanted to know the selected Alpha’s name, he didn’t care, it needed to be anonymous. The Omega was deep into heat and in pain, he needed help immediately, he didn’t have a preference for scent markers or gender but he wanted the Alpha to be big enough to manhandle him, strong enough to hold him down.
Wade could do that. “I can do that.” he told the heat clinic employee on the other end of the phone. “Yeah. I um– definitely. But could you tell me.”
The Alpha hated himself for even asking, but he clenched his jaw and forced the words out. “Why did you think I’d be a good match?”
“Based on your profile, your scent markers and the picture you submitted.” she was careful, cautious tip toeing through a politely phrased, “We thought you would be an Alpha both willing and well suited to an encounter where the Omega didn’t care what you... looked like.”
“Right. Yeah.” Wade shouldn’t have asked. He’d already known. The one and only time he was a good fit for an Omega, it with the lights off and the Omega blindfolded so they didn't have to look at him. Made sense. “Okay. I’ll be there just as soon as I can.”
“Since this is the first time you’ve been selected for this program, I’ll send you all the information you’ll need to check in at the front desk and access the room.”
“I’ll be there.”
Wade turned the phone ringer up to max volume so he’d hear the texts with all the info, then threw himself into a shower. Or rather, he was sick to his stomach nervous into the toilet, then threw himself into a shower to wash the ick of anxiety and a few days of patrol and any lingering fast food crumbs off his ravaged skin.
The water was too hot stinging as it ran over his body, but the Alpha grit his fangs and scrubbed every inch of himself anyway. Ultra scented soap because the Omega apparently didn’t care how the Alpha smelled, but Wade would throw up all over again if he got to the room and the Omega recoiled from the scent of mutation and death sank into his bones. Extra lotion that never did much to ease the inflammation of his damage, but would soothe the roughest edges so the Omega wouldn’t flinch. He trimmed his fingernails and packed drinks and snacks in a bag because sure the clinic probably provided post heat snacks for heat exhausted Omegas, but he wanted to help too.
“Here we go.” he told the blurry reflection in the cracked mirror he’d broken one day when looking at himself was too difficult. “Here we go, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
It was gonna be fine. Wade caught a cab for the ten minute drive, then walked the last two blocks to the multistory hotel that had been converted to a heat clinic. He checked in at the front desk with his fake name and the number assigned him when he’d applied online, then had them correct the paperwork to match his drivers license cos on the insanely slim chance that he’d be called to help again, it was probably better if he didn’t have a fake name on record.
The room was way up on the highest floor, clear down the hall to the last door on the left and Wade took a breath, took a breath, took a breath and steeled himself before knocking at the door.
Rap rap rap. And bling the light above the door turned green as the Omega inside unlocked the reinforced door with the bedside remote. The clinic took their Omega clients safety seriously, heat could leave an Omega mostly nonverbal and barely coherent so all they had to do was push a button 'yes' or 'no' when an Alpha knocked, then it was up to the Alpha to type in the code he’d been given at the front desk, his own number he’d gotten when he signed up, and an only-good-for-ten-seconds code that came to his phone once the previous codes had been verified so the door would swing open.
Safe and secure and structured. The whole operation was calm and controlled and catered to anything an unbonded Omega would need to get through their heat cycle. All the Alphas had to do was show up ready to help, all Wade had to do was open the door and offer to help.
He could do it. He could do it. All he had to do was take the blindfold hanging from a hook by the number pad, open the goddamn door and step inside and—-
—oh fuck the Omega smelled so good it nearly put Wade right onto his ass. The door closed click behind him and the first inhale had Wade stumbling, his knees buckling and steps faltering as the drugging scent of heated Omega hit his nose. It was sun soaked and sugary, syrupy peaches sweet enough to make Wade’s fangs ache and jasmine heady enough to leave him reeling drunk, his eyes snapping scarlet behind the blindfold and heart pounding, skin crackling, his entire body strung tight and tensed hard as a wanting growl vibrated up his suddenly parched throat.
“Omega.” Wade tried to muffle the growl but he was helpless, compromised right down to his core by the nameless Omega’s scent and hey that had never happened before, he’d never reacted so strongly to anyone no matter their primary and secondary gender, and if Wade could have formed a coherent thought beyond the immediate clamor of need and want and now in his head, he would have stopped and wondered about it.
He would have stopped and panicked about it.
Instead, “Omega.” He ran his tongue over chapped lips, then over the point of his long fangs and tried to breathe, tried for calm and patience and to quiet the snarl edging his words as the Omega’s insane scent pushed him another notch closer to a helpless rut. “Om-Omega?”
“M’here.”
The Omega’s voice was low, rough with the effort of days of heat, tinged desperate with the pending spike in his cycle. His throat rasped raw, the words were wheezy and the sound of it, the cadence of it, the minute deviation in the Omega’s breathing when he spoke would have been nothing to anyone else, it wouldn’t have registered as anything to a different Alpha, but it snapped Wade’s head back whiplash.
“H-Heavens to Mergatroid.” Wade’s entire body reacted to the Omega’s voice. Was that kinky? Was it some sort of back of the sex dictionary kink for an Omega to speak and for an Alpha’s brain to melt down the back of his spine in response? Wade didn’t know, he couldn’t make himself think enough to know, all he could do was stammer, “You got a voice that would put a phone sex operator to shame, Omega.”
Silence in the blacked out room, then the Omega asked incredulously, “Did you just say heavens to Mergatroid?”
“I could pray to Megatron if that makes you feel better?” Wade was talking out of his ass. Rambling. Spouting stupid shit while locking himself down unmoving cos it had been one thing when he was gonna stroll in and dick some heat desperate Omega down in anonymous fashion, but it was a whole other thing when the Omegas scent was lighting up branding deep in his psyche and the Omega’s voice had him wanting to drop to his knees and beg.
No, Wade wasn’t moving another step closer and yes, he couldn’t seem to stop saying stupid shit and fuck, maybe he’d already gone and messed it up.
But then, “That’s so stupid, oh my god.”
But then the Omega laughed soft and hoarse and husky and right then and there, Wade knew for certain exactly what the church bells sounded like when an angel got their wings.
Gorgeous.
“You said phone sex operators.” The Omega kept laughing. Wade choked a breath through the peaches and jasmine clogging every one of his brain cells and offered into the dark room, “I meant it as the best compliment? I swear.”
“Yeah no I— I believe you, you sounded like you really meant it in the best possible way.” The gorgeous laughter faded into a ragged sigh, and the Omega’s next words were pained, “Um. Listen. I don’t need your name for this. I put on the form I wanted to be anonymous, so I’m not gonna tell you my name and you don’t have to tell me yours.”
“No, I know. The lady on the phone was real specific.” The Alpha stayed where he was, head tilted and ears straining trying to track the Omega’s breathing. “And I’m not gonna ask your name. But I thought I’d tell you mine so if you need anything through all this—“
“No.” the Omega protested. “Really, I don’t need—“
“I’ll give you a fake name, okay?” This sorta thing, the consent thing was always important, but right then and there with Wade signalling mate claim and scent matched, it was the most important thing in the world. Any Alpha worth the name would rather die than hurt an Omega in heat, much less their Omega in heat and it didn’t matter that the Omega hadn’t given any indication of scent matching back, didn’t matter that Wade hadn’t seen the Omega’s face. A claim was a claim was a claim and he would be good god damned before he crossed any sorta line with his mate this very first and maybe only time they were together.
“I’ll give you a fake name.” the Alpha said again. “Treat it like a safe word. Cos if your heat winds up and you can’t manage to say stop, you can say the name and I’ll stop. I’ll stop for you, yeah?”
“S-safe word?” the Omega’s voice wavered. Cramps. Wade didn’t need to see to know the Omega was mired deep in heat, he could feel it in the pheromone slogged air and smell it wafting damp off the Omega’s sweaty skin, they had five maybe ten minutes tops before the Omega’s cycle spiked up sharp again and that wasn’t much time at all.
“Huge Jackedman. Fake name, safe word, Huge JackedMan." He offered and oh there went the Omega chuckling again, the sweet peach scent spiking in amusement, “I’m not calling you that. No way.”
“Baby boy listen,” the Alpha started to insist, but a choked off gasp from the bed made him pause, “You okay?”
“God, that— the way you said–” The Omega whined, high pitched and thready and needy. “Fuck.”
“...Omega?”
“Can you do that again?” he whispered. “The way you– you sounded so nice right there, I didn’t know– I didn’t–”
The bed creaked, blankets rustling when the Omega sat up. “I didn’t realize how bad I needed someone to be nice to me until right now. C-could you do that again? Will you call me like a–like a pet name or something? Tell me I’m pretty. Or good. Say it again, I just–”
The jasmine soaked scent splintered pleading and Wade put a hand over his mouth, his other hand to his chest when his core quaked needing to respond.
“Will you be nice to me?” The Omega finished after a distressed pause. “Going through heat alone sucks and I don’t have anyone to call and I— I never thought I’d be in a heat clinic asking a random Alpha to help me, but I need you. I do. We don’t need to exchange names and I don't think I'll need a safe word, but would you call me something sweet again? I really need someone to be nice to me.”
“I can do that.” the Alpha managed over the pounding of his heart and ache in his fangs. “I can be since to you.”
“Kay, then. Will you–” another imperceptible sound, the faintest of change in the air and the whisper of wet over skin, the Omega was licking his lips nervous and Wade heard it advertised blaring in his subconscious, his mate was nervous. “Will you c’mere and touch me?”
“Yeah sweetheart I’m right here.” Wade took a tentative step forward, hands outstretched in the dark. “I’m coming, just hold on for me.”
The Alpha’s senses frazzled out haywire trying to lock onto anything in the pitch black room. He couldn’t stop blinking behind the blindfold and the material scratched at his eye lids, while his hearing was taxed to its limit trying to zero in on the barely audible sound of the Omega breathing, the squeak of springs as the Omega moved on the bed. Wade didn’t dare lift his foot too far off the floor lest he trip and brain himself on some unseen piece of furniture and he moved his hands around in every which way, up and down and side to side because good god what if the bed had a four poster frame and he smacked right into it?
There. Finally. Wade found the bed frame and the mattress, the pile of blankets and the plastic crinkle of the waterproof barrier between the sheets and mattress pad. “Right here, Omega.” the big bed dipped under his weight and Wade felt his way up until he found warmth and skin and could run his hand over the Omega’s foot, along the delicate ankle bones and under the loose material of what felt like pajama pants to close his big hand at a shapely calf.
“Shit.” the Omega cursed out loud and jerked, cursed out loud and flinched beneath Wade’s touch and Wade yanked his hand away, already apologizing and already trying to swallow the bile burning in the back of his throat, “Sorry. Damn it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I should’a warned you about that. My skin’s all fucked up and I know it feels gross, I should have warned you--"
“No no wait, come back!” the Omega’s voice pitched frantic when Wade pulled away, and the bed lurched as he scrambled forward in the dark. “Where’d you go?!”
“I’m here.” Wade’s hands were shaking, but he felt for the Omega’s foot again, shut his eyes tight behind the blindfold and tried tried tried to will his skin less scarred, less rough, less damaged so his mate wouldn’t flinch from him again. “Omega, I’m here, it’s just–”
“You feel good.” Slim fingers brushed over Wade’s knuckles and pressed at his hand, coaxing him to hold tighter. “Don’t stop.”
…what?
“What?” the Alpha didn’t dare believe it. “Did you say I feel good?”
“Don’t stop.” the bed shifted again, the Omega’s scent wound stronger with another rush of heat and Wade’s senses lit up crackling when the Omega scooted across the blankets close enough for his breath to puff warm against Wade’s face, “I didn’t mean to jump like that, it’s just been–” softer. “It’s been a long time for me and I’m all ramped up cos of heat. Startled me, is all. I didn’t think I’d react like that, but it wasn’t you. Or it is you, but not in a bad way. It’s just– I’m not–”
He whined again, muffled like he was covering his mouth embarrassed to sound so weak. “Please don’t stop. You said you’d be nice to me.”
“I swear I’ll be nice to you.” Later, the Alpha would let himself think about what it meant for the Omega to not recoil from his touch, for the Omega to get close and not freak out about the mutation twisting his scent. Later, Wade would fall asleep dreaming about a gorgeous laugh and satin soft touch of fingers and a syrupy sweet jasmine scent but for now,
“C’mere with me.” Wade scooped the Omega off the messy blankets and right into his arms, groaning admiringly when his mate settled heavier than he’d been expecting across his thighs. He wasn’t a small Omega, not a timid dainty thing, and he fit perfectly into Wade’s lap, fit just right tucked in over Wade’s heart, and the Alpha growled for it.
“It hurts way down deep.” the Omega turned into him immediately, wiggling closer across the Alpha’s thighs and nosing at Wade’s throat. He was wearing a blindfold too and the cloth rubbed whisper soft at Wade’s cheek as the Omega open mouth inhaled at his neck and along the line of his jaw. “Can’t fix it. Tried to do heat on my own, but it hurt too bad, I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”
“I can help with that.” Wade set his lips to the Omega’s temple and promised, “Baby boy, I’m gonna take care of you.”
****
Slow slow slow, Wade went slow easing the Omega back into the pillows and stretching out next to him. He was careful touching him, sifting through a mess of thick hair and tracing along the Omega’s ear to find his cheek, the length of his throat and thrum of his pulse, the swollen glands over his boding spot where the jasmine peach scent was strong enough to make the Alpha’s mouth water.
“You smell good, cutie pie.” he murmured and the Omega trilled at him appreciatively, then reached for Wade’s shirt, plucking and pulling at the material until Wade sat up enough to drag it up and over his head, setting it down at the end of the bed so he could find it in the dark room after they were done.
“Come back,” the Omega started to plead but Wade was already there, anxious enough to be jittery when he lay back down and waited for the Omega to touch him and flinch, touch him and gasp, touch him and– and–
“God, you’re big.” the Omega rolled right into Wade’s bare chest, grasping greedy at the unseen skin, petting in impatient little motions down Wade’s side to find his arms then digging his fingers into the bulge of muscle at the Alpha’s biceps. “I wanted someone big, needed someone strong enough to hold me down, you’re gonna be–”
Wade bit off a helpless snarl when the cloying scent of fresh slick reached his nose, and the Omega shuddered, whimpering and squirming. “Fuck, you’re gonna be perfect.”
“Dunno if anyone’s ever said that to me before.” Wade admitted hoarsely but the Omega only plastered himself closer, pushing his nose into Wade’s chest and purring out something wordless and eager.
“Okay.” He swallowed hard, dug the point of his fangs into his bottom lip. “Okay beauty, you could tempt the Pope with how good you smell right now, and I know that means you're hurting pretty bad so why don’t I make good on my promise and take care of you, alright?”
“Please.” the Omega went liquid against him, limbs loose and scent slogging drunk as heat ramped up again. “Yes. I want to be taken care of so bad, m’so lonely all the time, please…”
“Not gonna let you be lonely anymore.” The Omega was fully clothed. Fully clothed. Wade hadn’t really expected an Omega who needed an anonymous encounter to be waiting naked in the room, but his mate was fully clothed in long pants and long sleeves, the thick material clinging to his body damp with sweat and slick. He asked, “Can I have this?” before peeling the shirt up and away and double checked, “These too?” before pushing the pajama pants off his hips and down the long legs, down the long legs, down the long legs, oh hell Wade’s eyes burned ravenous red behind the blindfold as his mind filled in the picture of what he couldn’t actually see of the Omega’s body.
Long legs and lean muscles, the Omega was heavier than Wade had expected but he was stronger too. Wade knew he was gorgeous, this Omega who scented like mate was no doubt flawless, and the Alpha felt his way with quiet reassurance and whispered praise up from the Omega’s feet to his calves, along the back of his knees and over the shift of muscle in his thighs. The jut of his hipbone, the dip of his stomach, the Omega arched up panting for more and Wade dared to lean in and brush his lips to the searing hot skin, dared further to set the very tips of his fangs pin prick sharp over the Omega’s racing heart for a breathless few seconds.
“You’re gorgeous.” the words garbled behind a slow lap of Wade’s tongue over what felt like a thin scar slashed diagonally on the Omega’s chest. “Jesus Christ, Omega…” the words tapered off into a growl and Wade’s hands went tight, too possessive tight at the narrow waist before he reigned in his self control and made himself remember the real reason he was there.
“Gonna put you face down, okay?” Imprinted mate claim or not, scent matched drugged out of his mind swamped in pending rut or not, the Omega needed help so Wade was gonna help. “Easier to take a knot if you’re up presented for me, can you c’mere?”
The Omega came willingly, turned over willingly. Wade asked, “Please?” and reminded, “I’ve got you baby boy, promise.” and his Omega fell pliant for him, turned onto all fours and slid into presenting with his face pushed into the pillows and hips lifted offering, knees spread and back arched and Wade growled out starving and rumbled out adoring as he traced the line of his Omega’s spine from the thick hair all the way down to the twin dimples Wade found low at the small of his back.
“Don’t you worry, sweet Omega.” the Alpha thickened up throbbing behind his zipper, his knot swelling at the base of his cock when he felt the heat pouring off his mate, when his hand came away wet from a slowly curious slide up the inside of the Omega’s thighs. “Gorgeous little thing, pretty perfect Omega, I’ll take care of you.”
“Please.” the Omega gasped when Wade touched him again, rough fingers sliding up between his thighs and over the curve of his rear. “P-please–”
“Yeah baby boy, I’ve got,” Wade’s eyes rolled back behind the blindfold when he set the pad of his thumb to the Omega’s entrance, felt it puffy and swollen, leaking slick and tender. “Fuck, Omega. You been tryin’ with a toy? You feel sore right here, you sore?”
“Didn’t work.” the Omega hissed, pushing back against the barely there pressure of Wade’s thumb, rolling his hips and clenching his fists into the sheets impatiently. “Tried for d-days with a toy and it didn’t work. It hurts.”
“Want me to use my mouth and make it feel better?” Wade would have given anything to see right then, to be able to watch a blush spread up his Omega’s body or to see need spark in his Omega’s eyes– what color were his eyes? Wade hoped they were deep and dark and brown and ran through with molten mated gold, but it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, his mate could have neon pink eyes and the Alpha still would have wanted to see them light up greedy when he asked, “Could use my tongue,” he circled his thumb over the swollen rim, dipping just barely into the slick hole, “so you aren’t sore?"
“N-need a knot.” the Omega’s voice caught, cracked. His jasmine scent flared hot with a jolt of want and the sticky, syrupy scent of peaches carmelized crackling when a wave of heat and Wade's offer made him burn. “Fuck I want your mouth, but being empty hurts too bad."
“Kay c’mere then, c’mon.” Wade had condoms and lube in his pants pocket, the gal at the front desk had assured the Alpha there were condoms and lube in the side table, there’d been condoms and lube in a discreet box in the hall, the Alpha was prepared and beyond prepared but no no no he hadn’t been prepared for just how wet his Omega was, for how hot the clutch of the Omega’s body was when Wade fit the condom over his aching cock and slid in and in until he was fully seated inside his mate and the Omega was wailing for it.
No, nothing in the universe could have prepared Wade for just how all that felt and sounded and shook him to his core.
“There there there I’m all the way in.” Wade wrapped an arm around the Omega’s waist and held him tight. He buried his face between the Omega’s shoulder blades and snarled out his approval when his Omega tightened around him experimentally and moaned in instinctive approval of being full. “You’ve got all of me, Omega.”
“N-not all of you yet.” came the gasped answer, and a groan punched out of Wade’s chest when his Omega rocked backwards to seat himself a half inch deeper, swiveling his hips and straining his hole at the width of Wade’s still swelling knot. “Almost. Almost. Need it, Alpha. Need you. Come on. It’s good, so good, please…”
“I’ve got you.”
Slow slow slow, Wade went slow with his Omega. He tried to brace one hand on the bed to keep most of his weight off his mate, but the Omega whined and whimpered and bucked up against him, grabbed Wade’s wrist and tugged with more strength than Wade anticipated until the Alpha tumbled forward against him and pinned him heavier to the blankets. The Omega purred happily at being held down, purred louder and clicked his tongue trilling when the new position meant Wade couldn’t pull out more than an inch or two before driving back into him, filling him with slow, short strokes so the Omega never felt empty for even a second.
Wade clamped one big hand at the Omega’s hip to hold him steady and reached around to circle at the Omega’s slender cock, palming over him until the Omega popped his teeth begging, then closing his fingers to a tight fist and stroking him from base to tip in time to each push into the Omega’s body. Slim fingers felt around to dig into Wade’s thighs and urge him forward faster, the Omega tossed his head back and almost cracked into Wade’s forehead when Wade nudged up a bit and rocked into him at a different angle, the Omega let loose with another cry cos there it was perfect and there the Alpha’s cock dragged just right through him and against him, there there there, don't stop.
“Got you, baby boy.” Wade promised over and over as he kept the same slowly maddening pace, bottoming out and grinding his knot against the sensitive entrance as his Omega begged for more with breathless little cries as the clamoring itching clawing need to be full racheted towards painful.
“Got you, sweet pretty perfect thing, gorgeous little Omega, I’m gonna take care of you, you’re–” mine. The Omega was his but Wade didn’t say that out loud, didn’t dare even whisper it into the heat thick air. Instead, “You’re doing so good.” he kept up a steady stream of praise, fucked his mate slow, stayed covering the Omega with his weight and thumbing over the leaking tip of the Omega’s cock, smearing pre come down the slender length and dragging his fingers gently through the dark curls at the base, down to soak his fingers with the slick coating the Omega’s thighs then back up to cradle and tug at the sensitive sac before starting all over again.
Slow slow slow and adoring, slow slow slow and careful, Wade took his time and dragged it out, his Omega was desperate and hurting and didn't want to be empty, but Wade dragged it out because he wanted needed to memorize every little sound, every huff and sigh, every cry and moan, each eager wiggle and the press of his Omega’s fingers everywhere he could reach.
Slow slow slow and reveling in every single second spent in his mate’s body until, “Close.” the Omega finally exhaled. “Alpha, m’close.” and Wade rumbled, “Take a deep breath, baby boy. Deep breath and let me in.” then hooked his thumb at the Omega’s hole to coax him open another little bit so he could shove the bump of his knot past the rim and deep inside to lodge locked.
The Omega finished quiet, his gorgeous body tensed up as his cock jerked spilling into Wade’s hand and his core clenched spasming around the Alpha’s knot, milking at him until Wade jolted forward cursing and growling through gritted fangs as he filled the condom.
“Baby boy.” he panted through a couple harsh breaths, refusing to linger in the heady, loopy space of coming in tandem with an Omega who scented like his. He’d promised to take care of his mate and that’s what he was going to do, so Wade fought past the stars popping behind his closed lids and the rushing roar of mine and bite and claim in his head to focus, “Baby boy, how are you? You okay, is that okay, did I hurt you?”
He petted down the Omega’s sides, feeling the tremble in the lean muscles and the thrum of the Omega’s heart, the heat of his skin and damp of sweat at his hairline. “Talk to me sweetheart, talk to me.”
“Don’t wanna talk.” the Omega was slurring his words again, not heat drunk anymore but heat exhausted, shaky and weary and swaying on the bed like he would collapse if he wasn’t stuck on the Alpha’s knot. “Just wanna lay down, can we– can we lay–”
“C’mere.” Wade rolled them carefully, his arm steady at the Omega’s waist as he eased them sideways in the bed and into the blankets. The Omega whined plaintively when everything pulled inside him, whimpered anxiously when Wade let go but calmed once the Alpha pulled the blankets up to his shoulders and tucked in holding him again. He shivered and Wade groaned when the ripple effect around his cock had him coming again, pushing deeper into the Omega until the gorgeous thing arched his back gasping at the stretch for a long minute until they both fell back wrung dry and sated.
“Pretty Omega.” Wade clocked the instant the Omega’s heat cycle broke. Any tension left in his exhausted body erased in one deep sigh and the constant hammer of his heartbeat eased calmer. The jasmine scent lessened towards pleasant instead of drugging and the cloying sweet peach eased to lightly fragrant, the combination wind swept and a little bit wild, floral but with an edge to it that matched the smooth voice and unexpected muscles, the sweet purr and surprising strength to the anonymous Omega.
“Sugar and spice, ain’t ya?” Wade set his fangs to the curve of the Omega’s throat, not to bite or even to tempt himself by tasting, just for the exhilaration of feeling the Omega crane his neck into the pressure like he wanted it. “You’re beautiful.”
“You haven’t even seen me." the Omega whispered tiredly. “You don’t know,” his jaw cracked over a wide yawn. “You don’t know I’m beautiful.”
“Trust me.” Wade knew right down to his bones that the Omega his Omega was beautiful, no matter what he looked liked with the lights on. Anyone who scent matched so perfectly sugar and spice into Wade’s heart had to be stunning. “I know you are.”
The Omega scooted further back onto him, swiveling his hips over the Alpha’s distended knot and purring in sleepy satisfaction when they remained stuck solid together. Wade kept petting him, stroking over the lean lines and massaging gently where he knew the Omega would be sore, murmuring quiet reassurance and nonsensical sweet things into the fluffy hair, along the Omega’s ear lobe, into the dip of the Omega’s collarbone.
Heat broke and with it went the brittle rattle to the Omega’s breathing, the near imperceptible tremor racking the Omega’s center, the desperate tinge to every whine and trill and whimper.
Heat broke and in the aftermath, in the after glow, the Omega hummed, “Stay inside me?” before drifting off to sleep.
Wade stayed awake. He stayed inside just as long as he could before he had to ease from the sleeping Omega and get rid of the condom but he scooted back in holding his mate close right after. His heart was racing from the influx of scent and exhilaration of heat, skin buzzing after having gone so long without being touched and then being held and grabbed and cuddled so thoroughly by someone who matched as his, mind spinning wondering 'what now' and 'what next' and what if, what if, what if because what if they took the blindfolds off and turned the lights on and in the post-heat clarity, the Omega scent matched him too?
…what if in the post heat clarity, the Omega caught the murder and mayhem and mutation in Wade’s scent, refused to claim mate on so terrible a person and rejected him?
Or worse, what if they weren’t mates at all, and Wade was so goddamn desperately lonely his biology had locked onto the first Omega he’d been close to in years?
Fuck.
*****
The Omega woke up less than an hour later and Wade dragged himself from a deep dive spiral into self loathing tinted what-if scenarios to check in, “Hey there sleeping beauty, welcome back.”
“I fell asleep.” the Omega said it like he was genuinely stunned by dozing after a round of heat sex. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I didn’t um– you just– you just stayed with me?”
“You told me to stay.” Wade would have broken his own legs before leaving the Omega’s side. “So I stayed.”
“If I would have known it was this easy to have company for a while…” he laughed low and tired, stretching his lean body up against Wade’s frame until the Alpha rumbled at him and scooped him into another hug.
“Thank you.” the Omega wound their fingers together and set their clasped hands over his stomach, squeezing Wade’s fingers hard. “For helping. And for staying while I slept. You didn’t have to and I shouldn’t have asked, we're strangers and its sorta intimate to ask you to stay, but I'm--I'm glad you did anyway."
“Hey now, you can’t really call me a stranger after I’ve heard you squeal like a stuck pig once you’re properly knotted.” Wade joked so he wouldn’t growl over how lonely his mate sounded, how resigned and dejected and miserably realistic the Omega sounded talking like he couldn’t count on anyone in his life for basic comfort.
“Telling an Omega they squeal like a stuck pig is about the least flattering thing to say after sharing a heat.” the Omega snarked right back. “And I didn’t squeal, I know I didn’t.”
If Wade hadn’t already been knot-over-fangs in love with the Omega’s scent and sweet laugh, he would have fallen in love right then and there with the sass.
“Got yourself good and knotted and now you’re a brat, huh?” he teased and damn if his grinchy heart didn’t grow three sizes when the Omega promptly, “Got a semi acceptable knot off and now you’re a brute, huh?”
“The hell it was semi acceptable, that was great and you know it.” the Alpha dragged the Omega back into him, rocking the half hard bump of his cock into the swell of the plush ass. “Omega, please let me kiss you when you’re laughing so I can know how sweet your smile tastes.”
“You wanna kiss me.” Just that fast the Omega’s sugar sweet scent changed, dropped. He went stiff again in Wade’s arms, his heart rate picking back up. “Listen. I um– I gotta go.”
Shit. “Shit.” Wade fought the urge to lock his arms down when the Omega started to squirm away. “Hey, wait. I didn’t mean to make it weird. You said no names and lights off and blindfolds and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have joked about–”
“It’s not you.” The Omega pulled away entirely, leaving the bed and leaving Wade cold, leaving the Alpha rejected alone in the messy blankets. “I just gotta go. I didn’t mean to fall asleep and I’m gonna be late to my next thing. So.”
“Late to your next thing.” Abruptly disoriented by the switch up in their dynamic and scrambling to understand why without mentally falling right back into that conclusion jumping pit of self loathing despair, Wade sat up on the mattress and held his arms out towards– towards nothing. He could see nothing, the room scented so strongly of Omega and sex and them it was impossible to sense the Omega’s position by scent alone, he couldn’t even hear anything, if he didn’t know better he’d think the Omega was tip toeing around because there were no footsteps, no real displacement of air as the Omega moved, no creak of floorboards, nothing.
If the Omega hadn’t just been there in bed with him fifteen seconds prior, Wade would think the kid had crawled up the walls and out the damn window.
“Omega?” he ventured and from clear cross the room where Wade assumed the door to the bathroom was, the Omega answered, “I’m still here.”
“Okay well you– you’re–” Wade felt around for his clothes, tried to get back into his shirt without aggravating his over sensitive skin, tried to get into his pants without putting both feet into one leg or catching his dick in the zipper. “Omega, you’re fresh outta heat. You shouldn’t be running off anywhere yet, you gotta rest some more and you gotta at least shower, you can’t wander out there scenting like heat.”
“I think I scent like you more than I scent like heat.” came the answer and the way Wade snarled hungry and possessive and loud shocked them both.
“Fuck.” Wade scrubbed over his mouth, licked at his fangs, pressed at the bump of his bonding spot until it stung down deep into his chest. “I didn’t mean to snarl like that. I just mean– you’re exhausted, baby boy. You should stay and sleep.”
“I’m fine.” the neediness was gone from the Omega’s voice, the desperation and desire erased by resignation and soul deep weariness. “Promise. I can handle myself.”
“Kay. Well.” Wade dropped back onto the bed, onto the slick soaked sheets and sweaty blankets. He wished he could catch a glimpse of the Omega, of the mysterious little thing that had booked him for heat help then promptly turned him inside out with an inhale of that sugary scent. Everything Alpha in Wade’s chest roared to flip the lights on and see or maybe just to tumble the sweet Omega back into bed to cuddle, he knew the Omega was exhausted and not far enough out of heat to be safe but shit.
Shit. Being an on call heat help Alpha meant Wade didn’t have the right or responsibility or business telling this Omega his Omega how to handle his time of the month. It didn’t matter if they were scent matched or not, and frankly the way the Omega didn’t seem to be struggling with leaving was a pretty good clue that he didn’t feel the same pull and claim Wade did so…
So.
“Kay.” He said again. “But I’ll leave, alright? I’ll leave. You stay and at least shower. I brought some snacks and extra drinks, I’ll leave them for you. Get in the bathroom and lock the door so you feel safe and I’ll get the room cleaned for you, get it all set up so you can rest for a few minutes after I’m gone.”
“Wait.” there it was again, that thread of disbelief in the Omega’s scent, the waver of incredulity in the words like no one ever did anything remotely nice for him. “You’d do that for me? You’d leave me snacks and clean up the room and all that? Really?”
“I told you I’d be nice to you.” the lump in Wade’s throat was suffocating, the regret and resistance to leaving his mate’s side damn near debilitating, but he straightened up and cleared his throat and nodded even though the Omega couldn’t see him. “I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it. Lock the bathroom door so you feel safe–”
“The blindfold isn’t about feeling safe.” the Omega interrupted. “I’m safe with you. I know I am.”
“Oh.” The Omega was away from him, across the room talking about leaving and specifically not mentioning a scent match or any sort of connection but he felt safe, he knew he was safe with Wade and that little bit of knowledge made the Alpha’s heart soar. “I’m real glad to hear that, Omega.”
Then curiously, “What’s the blindfold for?”
“Anonymity.” the door to the bathroom clicked as the Omega opened it. “I really needed this to be completely anonymous. Thanks for playing along.”
“Anytime.” Wade said it and meant it. Said it and sternly told himself to move, to stand up and leave, to get the hell outta the room so the Omega could relax for a little while longer cos Wade had promised to be nice to his mate and he’d meant that too. “I’m gonna go, okay?”
“Thank you.” the bathroom door clicked again, then shut cha chunk locked, and the Omega said from the other side, “Seriously, thank you for being so nice."
“Anytime.” the Alpha said it and god he really did mean it, so as soon as he heard the door lock, he yanked off his blindfold and used the little bit of light streaming from under the bathroom door to find the lightswitch for the main room and flip it on.
The bed was a mess and he made short work of stripping it down and tossing the heat soaked sheets into the chute on the far wall that would send the entire bundle down to the heat clinic’s industrial sized laundry room on the bottom floor. He remade it with the provided bedding on a nearby shelf and spread clean, dry blankets over the top so the Omega could cuddle somewhere cozy.
Next was snacks and water, and the Alpha pushed aside the clinic provided supplies to line up his own juice bottles, his own snacks, the gum and water and protein shake he’d packed in his bag. He added a candy bar in case his Omega had a post-sex sweet tooth, left the key card for the room so his Omega wouldn’t worry that he could come back unannounced and catch sight of him, and just before he left–
–just before he had to dig deep for every ounce of his self control and force himself out the door away from his Omega, he went to the bathroom door and rumbled, “Bye, baby boy.”
The scent match was obviously one sided. Spontaneous imprinting was always a risk at heat clinics when hormones and emotions were running high. The mate claim clamored in Wade’s head loud enough to make him stumble, to make his entire self rebel as he sprinted down the stairs trying to get out of the hotel and away away away as fast as he could before he turned around and did anything pathetic and stupid, but it would fade. It would.
Enough time, enough alcohol, enough destructive behavior and the need of it all would fade, Wade knew it would.
It was fine, it was fine, he was fine.
…upstairs in the bathroom, Peter pushed his forehead to the thick door and closed his eyes tight, trying and failing to stop a few tears from falling as he whispered, “Bye, Alpha.” and felt his heart break right along with that tiny, fragile part of himself that had locked on scent matched the very second the unknown anonymous Alpha had stepped into the dark room.
He was tired always and extra tired after heat. He was miserable always and extra miserable after being taken care of so well for a few hours. He was pathetic checking into a heat clinic, but his heats had only gotten consistently worse since the spider-bite and consistently worse with the stress and grief of his life and consistently worse now that he was mid twenties and the farthest thing from bonded or mated or even generally friendly with anyone now that Ben was gone and May was gone and Gwen had been gone for so so long…
“Alpha.” Peter spread his hand low on his stomach and pressed in until his legs went weak, until the scent of Alpha and sex off his skin and the too vivid memory of being stretched around the Alpha’s knot and hugged into the Alpha’s arms made his knees buckle and he thudded onto the cold tile floor in a graceless, helpless heap.
The Alpha had made him laugh, had teased him then called him baby boy and Omega and a hundred other sweet things with a rumble and a growl like he adored Peter. He’d offered a safeword even if it was ridiculous, he’d cleaned up and left so Peter had the privacy of coming down in peace, he’d wanted to kiss Peter just to taste his smile, Peter already missed him.
Alpha, my Alpha.
“Fuck.” Peter banged his head back against the door once, twice, again until the tears in his eyes were more from the momentary pain instead of the ache of regret in his heart. “I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time for this, fuck.”
He struggled to his feet and stumbled to start the shower, cranked the water towards scalding then ducked under the spray while it was still ice cold to shock himself into coherence so he’d stop day dreaming about an Alpha who scented like home and held him like they fit together in some perfect, bonding way.
He was just lonely, was all. Just touch starved, was all. He could chalk booking the heat clinic up to the biological necessity of Alpha hormones and an Alpha’s knot breaking heat faster so he wasn’t wasting any more time in bed cramping and trying to finish around a dildo and fake knot. The Omega could chalk the imprint of scent match and claim up to being heat drunk and extra emotional, it was fine.
Peter had a job to do, a city to patrol, a superhero persona to keep up and a meeting with the trying-to-turn-over-a-new-leaf mercenary Deadpool later, so he had to get it together and get moving.
It was fine, it was fine, he was fine.
...maybe if he said it enough, one day it would actually be true.
*****
Chapter Notes:
Omegaverse Spideypool might be my favorite thing to write ever. I will never get tired of them.
I love any version of 'we don't know we already know each other and now are falling in love' tropes and Spideypool does that so well. It was weird to do the heat scene solely from Wade's POV since my Omegaverse nekkid times tend to be very emotionally intimate, but since Wade doesn't know who the Omega is, I really wanted that split POV where he experienced so much and then its only at the end that we realize who the Omega is, and that the scent match had been mutual.
"Huge Jackedman/Hugh Jackman" being Wade's fake name is just for funsies lmaooo. Also love that classic Spideypool 'baby boy' and 'Alpha my Alpha' and 'brat/brute' vibe.
I always use TASM/Andrew Garfield as my Peter Parker and the diagonal scar Wade feels on Peter's chest is from TASM 1 where Doc Conners/Lizard cut Peter up on his chest real bad.
I originally planned this as a one shot, I'm sure y'all are all just as shocked as I am that it is no longer a one shot and will have at least three chapters.
Coming Up! Spidey and Deadpool meet on patrol then Wade and Peter meet for another anonymous, lights off heat encounter.