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“Have you recorded your next estrus cycle yet?”

“Good morning to you too, Xeno,” Stanley sighed, a twig of sassafras hanging out the corner of his mouth as he stood in the doorway. He couldn’t smell anything but his own scent, too far from the silver haired man to gauge how he is feeling.

The blueprints for Xeno’s lab and workspace were splayed out on the table, the east facing windows open and shining across the small, primitive lab. Xeno was crouched over the blueprints, charcoal pencil rapidly writing notes on a large deerskin, it looked like he was recording dates, frequently referencing the large calendar that was hanging on the sidewall. The past winter was harsh, the lack of human interference making the weather unpredictable and intense. Now that spring had arrived, the first one after being depetrified, the plans for building the colony up were in full swing. 

Stanley himself had been busy with organizing rallying the feral cattle population, as well as directing other members to begin planting in the fields. If they wanted a colony to rule, they would need the food and supplies to back it. Xeno was holed up in his lab, pouring over plans before handing them off to Stanley to set into motion. 

“Good morning. Have you?” Xeno replied back, not looking up from his writing. 

“I’ve been a little busy,” Stanley grumbled, chewing on the sharp taste of sassafras. “Not exactly looking at the moon for clues.”

“It’s not ruled by the moon,” Xeno paused, turning to face the blonde. “Charlotte just had her estrus a week ago. Our bodies must be regulated now.”

“She told me. I presumed that she had her heat, given that Maya disappeared right around the same time,” Stanley said, kicking off the doorway to peer at the man’s blueprints.

Xeno sidestepped, letting the man encroach on his personal space to look at the notes. In the close proximity, Stanley could smell Xeno, the metallic tang of molten silver familiar to him. The mellow twinge of sage backed the metallic scent, softening the presence. It was relaxing, the stress from tracking across the wild countryside subsiding as he took a subtle sniff.

“Are you recording everyone’s estruses and ruts?” Stanley asked, picking up the deerskin to study it. 

“Yes, I am trying to coordinate it so that the colony can run smoothly even in the absence of a key member,” Xeno nodded, pointing at the notes underneath Luna’s name. “She is quite difficult to pin down, given her information that she was sporadic before petrification.”

“She probably is just embarrassed. You aren’t exactly tactful,” Stanley remarked, sliding a look to the shorter man. “Have Charlotte ask her or something.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? It’s a natural cycle,” Xeno quipped, taking the notes out of Stanley’s hands. “You’ve never seemed to be bothered by it.”

“That’s because I’m used to it,” Stanley sighed, sassafras leaves stuck to the inside of his cheek. “Not every omega is so open about heat cycles. It can be sensitive.”

Xeno gave a dismissive wave at the sentiment, flattening the notes on his lab table. Despite it being early spring, the air was warm. Uncharacteristically warm, Stanley thought as he tugged at his light tunic, sweat beading up on the back of his neck. They hadn’t been able to perfect clothing yet, Xeno deeming building his lab more important. Once they had a good cattle population, clothing would soon follow, so the blonde had focused his attention to that. Xeno didn’t seem affected by the heat, the long coat he wore buttoned up to the top. He wasn’t wearing anything around his neck like he did in modern times, the pale spans of his neck open in the air. 

“Do what you want, it’s hot so I am going to go to the river to cool off. If I see Luna down there I’ll ask her,” Stanley turned on his heel, crossing the short distance to step back out into the small cluster of buildings. 

Xeno gave him an odd look at his statement, black eyes glancing to the tall glass cylinder filled with various pockets of different colored liquids that was perched on a small table. The man said nothing though, simply writing a note down on his deerskin. 

“Thank you Stanley. Make sure that it is only Luna or Charlotte down at the river,” Xeno replied, watching Stanley give a wave over his shoulder. “The rest of the people should be working.”

“Will do Xeno,” Stanley called, spitting the chewed sassafras to the side as he made his way across the courtyard. 

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Even with the windows open, Xeno had to retreat from his lab, exiting out the back door to suck in a deep breath. He usually didn’t mind Stanley’s scent, enjoyed it even, but it was so potent in the lab air that his head was swimming. Usually the smell of sawdust and jamaica was refreshing, calming to the pale haired alpha. But when Stanley had hit the courtyard, Xeno could smell him, prompting the rather blunt question. It was rich, like tea that got steeped too long, sweet and heavy in his chest. It got worse as the blonde approached him, his pheromones overloading his senses. Xeno had caught a glimpse of his teeth as the omega chewed on sassafras, his secondary canines already sharpened and glinting in the light filtering in. 

It wouldn’t be long till his primaries sharpened in preparation, Xeno himself running his tongue along his own teeth, the excessive saliva telling him what he already suspected. Stanley seemed oblivious to his own scent, inhibitions lowered as his estrus loomed closer. 

Before petrification, the omega had kept a tight schedule on his heat cycle, plotted down to the hour. Xeno himself was aware of the cycle, making sure to note when to shove cotton in his cheeks and spray rubbing alcohol in his nose when Stanley’s estrus loomed close. Despite the blonde telling Xeno that he didn’t need him to watch over him, the alpha did it anyway, sitting outside the door, guarding the days and nights with a determined set in his jaw. 

During their teen years, Xeno had less of a…handle on his instincts, the irregularity of both their cycles a match made in hell. He had retreated to his bedroom one autumn evening, curling in on himself on his bed. The windows were wide open despite the chill, Xeno in the throes of his teenager hormones as he tried to ride out his rut without waking his parents. Or neighbors. 

He faintly remembered his phone buzzing repeatedly, Xeno growing frustrated with the vibration and throwing it off the bed. He wasn’t sure how long it was until there was a deliciously familiar scent flooding his senses, the omega climbing in the second story window right into the mouth of the beast. Xeno had snapped his head to the scent, rising off the bed with his mouth hanging open, his sharpened primaries dripping with saliva. Stanley hadn’t seemed scared, maybe a little apprehensive, as Xeno climbed off his bed to drag the omega fully into the bedroom, fingers obstructed by the thick cotton sweater the omega wore. 

He wasn’t really sure what happened after he dragged the boy over to his bed, climbing over top of him and burying his face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the floral scent of the blonde teenager. Stanley never did tell him how that night had gone, but both of them came out of it with no mating marks and as far as Xeno knows, neither his parents nor his neighbors knew what had happened that night. 

If Stanley didn’t deem it important enough to tell him, then Xeno wouldn’t ask. 

He was brought out of his reminiscing by the low bellow of a cow, the brown ticked cow stomping her way along the makeshift fenceline, udder heavy with milk as two calves followed close behind. Xeno watched the cow stop to pull greenery off a small oak tree, the two calves crouching to nurse as their mother ate. The spring air was cool, the breeze making him shiver even with the sun shining happily down on him. He took in a deep breath before turning back to the lab, retreating out of the cool spring air to continue his work. 

He eyed the notes under Stanley’s name, the two ticks marking days a flagpole for the alpha making him realize how little time the omega really had. 

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Xeno was hanging close. Closer than usual, and usually the alpha wasn’t too far behind the blonde these days. After Stanley had cooled off by the river, nodding to the workers who were washing the wild fruits upstream he had made his way back to the camp, the spring sun high overhead.  Not two minutes after he made his way into the courtyard, the silver haired man had appeared at his lab doorway, beckoning Stanley over. 

“The cow in this back pasture needs to be moved away from the lab,” Xeno said as the blonde approached. “I am finished with her now that the two calves are nursing successfully.”

“Will do, I’ll move her up the hill toward the hunting grounds,” Stanley replied, scuffing his alligator leather boots on the dusty ground. “I need to check the snares anyway.”

Xeno nodded and rather than retreating into his lab like Stanley presumed he would, he followed the blonde around to the back, crossing his arms as he watched him duck between the rough wooden beams of the fence. He grabbed the makeshift twitch that was leaning against the fence, highly aware of the man’s black eyes following his movements as he tromped his way across the small paddock. 

“I’ll need you to open that gate,” Stanley called, moving the livestock from beneath the shade of the trees. “I’ll push them up the trail.”

Stanley was sweating under the sun, his face flushed and hot as Xeno unhooked the gate, swinging it wide for the cattle to move through. He wiped his cheek on his shoulder as he pushed the livestock through, following quickly behind. Xeno watched wordlessly as Stanley moved up the trail, hot on the heels of the less than enthused cow. He didn’t bother looking back at the scientist as he turned up the path, relieved to be in the shade of the trees once again. 

The rabbits that were caught in the snares still had their winter fur, plush and soft against Stanley’s fingers as he undid the wire to release the body. His fingers were sweating, the plush fur sticking uncomfortably to his finger tips as he tied the various rabbits by their hocks, swinging the harvest over his shoulder as he stood up. Being out of the sun helped, but he was still sweating, sighing as he pushed his way through the thicket, careful not to catch the rabbits on the thorns. 

He felt feverish, a way of dizziness hitting him as he steadied himself on a tree, the bark cool against his hot skin. Shaking his head to clear it, he tightened his grip on the bark, peeling some of it off. He pushed off the tree to continue down the path back to camp, adjusting the rabbits on his back. 

His boots hit the hard path as stopped to catch his breath, winded despite the gentle incline to the hunting path. As he turned to make his way down the dirt trail, he was met face to face with a familiar scent curling into his open mouth. 

“Xeno? What are you doing over here?” Stanley asked, turning to see the man at the bottom of the hill, face unreadable. 

“You were taking too long,” was all the alpha offered, shoe tapping the dirt and causing small clouds. “Let’s go.” 

“Impatient as always,” Stanley sighed to himself, jogging down the hill to meet the man at the edge of the treeline. 

“I heard that.”

“I’m sure you did,” Stanley quipped, holding the stringed up rabbits up to the scientist’s face. “Unless you wanna handle all these then I’ll say whatever.”

Xeno scrunched his nose, batting at the rabbits as the omega swung them like a pendulum, sidestepping as Stanley pushed the dead animals in his face. He laughed at Xeno’s glare, crossing his arms to walk in front of the blonde, long coat still buttoned up to the top. The sun was beating down, making Stanley hyperaware of how hot it was outside, rubbing at his face to wipe the sweat off. 

“I’m going to be in my lab for the rest of the day,” Xeno said as they reached the courtyard. “Let me know when meals are ready.”

“Will do,” Stanley replied, eyeing the stone structure they used for preparing meats. “I’ll be deconstructing these little guys. You want anything from them?”

“No, I shouldn’t at the moment,” Xeno said, black eyes watching Stanley saunter over to the stone building. “I’m busy with inorganic materials at the moment, not organic.”

Stanley just hummed in response, noting that despite the notion of ‘being busy,’ Xeno continued to stare as the omega walked across the courtyard, feeling his eyes on him until he disappeared into the cool air of the butchering block. 

He mindlessly worked through the harvest, the cool air of the butchering area kissing his hot skin as he took apart the rabbits, skins flung to a vat of salt water to be used to make clothing and nests. After placing the eviscerated rabbits in the storage area to age, Stanley cleaned his hands in salt water, the water cool against his flushed skin. He still felt slightly dizzy, shaking his hands dry as he stepped out of the cool butcher building back into the spring air. 

The sun was resting right above the horizon, casting warm shadows on the small camp. Clouds seemed to be building low to the ground, the far off rumbling promising rain. Various people were milling about, the mess hall lit up and busy as people began to eat their supper. Glancing over, he noticed the lab was shut up tight, warm light filtering out through the cracks of the doorway and windows. He still couldn’t smell anything on the air besides himself, grumbling as he tried to gauge if Xeno was still in the lab. As he made his way over he spotted a pink haired girl making her way across the courtyard, flanked by Max and Carlos. Stanley paused at the scene, pulling a roll of sassafras leaves and popping it into his mouth as he watched Luna hesitantly shake her head to whatever the two men were saying. Stanley’s palms felt sweaty as he subtly made his way over to the trio, eyebrow twitching as he got within earshot. 

“...if you need help you can ask us,” Max’s frankly grating voice said, clearly hesitant. 

“I know Xeno was rather uncouth with asking you,” Carlos backed up, nodding understandingly as Luna shifted on her feet. 

That’s what this is about, Stanley sighed, spitting the chew to the side. Max and Carlos were betas sure, but Luna was a beautiful woman, omega or not. And if Luna was nearing toward her heat, even the most prude wouldn’t be able to at least take a shot. While he couldn’t smell her scent now, he remembered it being overly sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was tinged with the smell of salt, reminding Stanley of salt water taffy. The pink haired omega had spotted Stanley behind the two betas, hesitantly pleading for an excuse to get out of the conversation. 

“Shouldn’t you two be helping put up fence,” Stanley announced, hand resting on his hip as the two men jumped. “If you are done eating either go back to work or go to your lodging.”

“Of course!” Max yelped, Carlos nodding fervently beside him. “We were just making our way back to our beds.”

“Good,” Stanley flatly replied, staring at the two as they scurried away, tail between their legs. He turned to the short omega, the girl relaxing her shoulders as the two betas retreated. “Next time just tell them to leave you alone.”

“I was just about to!” Luna replied, hands clutched in front of her as she tried to convince him of the statement. He didn’t believe her. 

“I’m sure you were,” Stanley sighed, shaking his head. “And you should tell Xeno about your upcoming heat. He would get you a nice place to spend it, alone or not.” 

The omega almost turned as pink as her hair, nodding her head rapidly as Stanley shifted on his feet to turn back toward the lab. 

“I know, but yours clearly so close, I didn’t want to interfere…” Luna squeaked out, looking off to the side. “I’m used to riding it out by myself…I mean I’ve had partners before of course!”

Clearly so close? Stanley eyed the girl stuttering over her words, fingers gripping the hem of her basic dress. He left the woman to stutter over her words, not bothering to reply as he walked away, boots stamping into the fine dirt as he stopped in front of the lab door. Not bothering to knock, he creaked the door open, teeth grinding as he was hit with Xeno’s scent. 

Despite it being mellow this morning, it had intensified during the day, thickening as the alpha had closed the lab up and blocked air flow.  The alpha didn’t look up, intensely looking over the blueprints for his lab, fingers drumming the table.

“There’s food ready,” Stanley said, hand still on the door handle. The alpha still didn’t acknowledge him, but his mouth had parted, tongue licking his lips. 

“Can you grab me something,” Xeno said, distracted as his eyes flitted across the plans. “I’m double checking my work.”

“Get it yourself,” Stanley quipped, resting his hand on his hip. “You’ve been in the lab all day. It reeks in here.”

Xeno’s eyebrow twitched at the barb, black eyes leaving the blueprint to glare at the omega. Realizing he wasn’t budging, Xeno sighed, stepping away from the lab table and turning toward the blonde. The sun was almost completely set, yet Stanley only felt hotter, the lab building stuffling him even as he stood in the doorway. He tried to subtly suck in air through his teeth as the alpha approached him, his scent becoming overpowering. The metallic scent of molten silver hit the back of his throat, dryly swallowing as he stepped to the side to let Xeno through, shoulders brushing. The short man flicked the lab lights off, shutting the door with a slam and fishing a skeleton key out of his pocket to lock it. 

He tried to blink the dizziness out of his head as he followed closely behind the scientist as they made their way to the mess hall. Leaving the lab had helped, but the proximity to the alpha made his body feel feverish again, stumbling over his feet as they walked across the courtyard, prompting Xeno to turn around at the noise. 

“Stanley?” Xeno asked, watchful eyes staring as Stanley attempted to clear his head. He wiped the sweat off his brow, eyes scrunching as he tried to steady himself. 

It’s almost like… Stanley shrugged the thought off, opening his eyes into the dim clearing. 

“I’m fine. I am not really hungry tonight, so you’ll have to eat alone. I’ll see you in the morning,” Stanley finally replied, pulling a wad of sassafras out of his pocket, just to have something to distract him from the nauseousness. His fingers were fumbling, unsuccessfully trying to roll the leaves, giving a low groan of frustration, he shoved it back in his pocket. He needed to lay down, sooner rather than later. 

The silver haired man said nothing, Stanley not waiting for a reply as he turned toward the housing district, the stucco houses quiet and dark in the spring evening. He took in a deep breath as the intense smell of silver and sage faded, the cool air like frost in his lungs. Xeno had insisted on separate housing for them, not allowing Stanley to sleep in the communal bunks that were built a little ways down the path, divided into three sections. He hadn’t fought the sentiment that much, recalling the less than ideal barracks he lived in during his time in the military. 

Swinging the thick wooden door open, the dim hallway greeted him, the intertwining of Xeno’s and his scents comforting as he closed the door, shrouding him in darkness. Not bothering to even take off his boots, he plodded his way into his bedroom, leaving the door ajar as he collapsed face first into his bed. It rubbed at his overly sensitive skin, Stanley groaning as he shifted on the bedding, turning his head to gaze through his doorway at Xeno’s closed bedroom door. He felt nauseous, his head swimming as the soft fur of his bed scratched at his skin, making him dig his nails over his clothing to try and distract himself. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, a feverish wave overtaking his body as he laid on the bed. The feeling of his clothing and his bedding fur was too much, Stanley fumbling to sit up on his knees to pull his shirt off, throwing it to the side as he rolled to the cold slate floor. He sighed at the sensation, the cool stone kissing his skin as he pressed his cheek to the tile. Xeno’s scent was trickling in from the ajar door, Stanley sucking in the scent as his eyes fluttered shut, content to drink in the scent as he slowly fell asleep, hoping the fever would pass by the next day.

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Xeno had picked at his food, not so subtly eyeing where Stanley had disappeared through the mess hall windows. He had seen lightning strike off in the distance, the clouds obstructing any moonlight that could’ve shown through. Pushing the plate away, he gave up on eating the rest of his meal, standing up from the bench. 

“Not hungry?” Brody asked, pulling the half eaten food toward himself. 

“Not really,” Xeno replied, straightening his coat. “I’m heading out for the night.”

“Enjoy the evening,” Brody called before picking at Xeno’s leftovers. 

Xeno exited the mess hall, quickly making his way over to the dark stucco building, easing the thick wooden door open and stepping inside. A wall of pheromones hit him, making him slap a hand over his nose and mouth, resting against the wall to recover. Flicking on the hallway light, he took in a deep breath through clenched teeth, pulse racing. It was potent, saliva pooling in his mouth as he tried to reign in his body. He ignored the tightening in his pants as he stepped deeper into the house, hands trembling.

He noted Stanley’s door being ajar, quietly padding over to peer through the doorway. The blonde was laying face down on the floor, upper half bare as he slept, face drawn together in a discontented expression. Easing the door open, Xeno walked in and crouched over him, the omega’s face relaxing as Xeno got closer. His tan skin was feverish, Xeno placing a lithe hand on Stanley’s forehead. His lips, still a glossy purple, were open as he panted into the air, drool pooling on the slate flooring. Xeno couldn’t see very well in the dim light, hand leaving his forehead to push the sweaty blonde locks out of his face. He still had a hand over his face, unsuccessfully blocking the smell of jamaica and sawdust that was flooding his senses. Sucking the saliva off his teeth, he dragged his free hand to pull Stanley’s lip up, squinting to see his canines. 

Sharpened. Fuck. Xeno cursed silently, the overly sharp canines glinting in the low light. He did a quick look over the man laying on the floor, deep shadows covering the spans of his back. The overly sweet scent was calling to him and Xeno could barely force himself to step away, taking in the sight of the man practically lying on a silver platter. A distressed expression graced the feverish man’s face as Xeno reluctantly retreated, hand shaking as it rested on the door handle to Stanley’s bedroom. He took one last look, tuning out the distressed mumblings of the man sleeping on the floor. 

If Xeno had tried to hear what he was muttering, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. 

Xeno peered through the crack of the door until it fully shut, finally uncovering his nose and mouth as the scent eased. Xeno eyed the lock on the doorhandle as rain began to fall, dancing a beat on the thrashed roof. The smell of heat was still curling from beneath the door, climbing its way up to tease him, making his nostrils flare. Deciding, he quickly turned to his own bedroom, grabbing the key hanging right beside the light switch, and shoving it into the lock on Stanley’s door. He thanked himself for the foresight, quickly turning the lock on the blonde’s door then throwing the key to the floor, leather shoe kicking it under to trap it in the room with the omega. 

He kicked off his shoes as he sank against the door, eyes locked on the entrance as he counted the seconds, trying to distract himself from the tempting scent curling around him, calling. He ignored the problem in the front of his pants, nails digging into his legs as he sat, scratching red marks as he tried not to imagine the sounds that would soon be emanating from omega’s room. 

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Thunder crackled, jolting Stanley awake. He snapped his eyes open, lifting off the floor to gaze out the small window. Lightning lit up the sky, thunder quickly following as rain poured down on the camp. Despite the rain cooling the air, Stanley felt warm, shifting as he realized that his pants were wet. Very wet. 

He looked down at the front of himself, shifting uncomfortably at the tightness. Turning, he tried to climb onto his bed, slick leaking down his thighs as he clambered onto the mattress. He pulled off his boots, throwing them off the side as he had the feverish need to get his pants off and get them off now. He tugged at the material, dizzy as he tried to focus on untying the leather rope holding them up. Every jostle made him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, arousal quickly over taking his mind as he gave up on trying to untie his pants, shaking hands snapping the thin leather rope. The place in between his shoulder blades was burning, pulsing as his bedding tickled the sensitive area.

His canines felt unnaturally sharp in his mouth, his tongue dancing over them as he yanked his pants and undergarments off, laying discarded on the bed. He laid back against the soft furs on his bed, it sticking to his sweaty skin as he tried to regulate his breathing. Pushing his ratty hair away from his face, he slammed his head against his down filled pillow, feeling unreasonably heavy as he sucked in a deep breath. He let his eyes flutter shut, legs shifting as his hands trailed down to grasp around his length, letting out a low moan at the sensation. He was trembling as he tried to fight the fever back with each smooth slide of his hand, mouth open obscenely as he sucked air into stuttering lungs. 

Stanley’s eyes snapped open as he drank in a familiar scent, much too fresh and potent to be something from a former day. Too intense to be any farther than just outside his door. Before he could help himself, he clambered off his bed, knees smacking the cool slate floor as he crawled to the closed door. The light from the hallway was leaking through, showing Stanley exactly where the alpha sat, right outside his door. He hung off the doorhandle, yanking at it when it didn’t budge. Stifling a whine, he dropped his hands to the floor as he pressed his cheek to the slate, trying to catch a glimpse of the alpha just beyond the impassable barrier. 

“Xeno,” Stanley breathed, barely being able to make out the fabric of the man’s pants. “Please.”

He saw the alpha’s body jolt, scooting away from the door. Stanley’s mouth was open, tempted to lick at the warm scent of sage that seemed to seep into the slate flooring. The man hadn’t said anything, remaining sat on the floor as Stanley let a low whine filter out of his throat, sitting up to yank at the doorhandle again. He could smell the man’s arousal through the door, his own body reacting as he scratched at the wood, nails digging long lines through the protective paint. Stanley knew that he was acting out of his mind, slick dripping down his legs as he kneeled on the floor, whining as he tried to drink in the metallic scent of Xeno just beyond the door. 

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Xeno had never heard these types of pleads from the omega before. Sure, he had heard whining, moaning, obscenely perverted wet sounds, but never had Stanley scratched at the door, calling his name so sweetly as Xeno could smell the arousal and heat pour off of him. 

Maybe the lack of natural cycle for 3000+ years meant the body was trying to catch up all at once, Xeno himself noting his over reactive response to a scent he should be accustomed to. He couldn’t make himself stand up however, eyes flicking to the coat he had pulled off a couple of hours ago from the rising heat underneath his skin as he heard the omega start to whine in his sleep, beckoning to him. Bracing behind him, Xeno’s gaze was locked on the door, drool pooling in his mouth as the usually composed man scratched at the door like a starving dog. 

“Please Xeno,” Stanley called, the dull drag of his nails on the door punctuating the statement. “I need you, please.”

Xeno squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the jiggling of the handle as the omega continued to cry. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He had done this plenty of times before, waiting patiently outside the man’s room as he went through the throes of his heat. He had carefully filed the obscene sounds away for himself to use later on for his own use, not that he would tell Stanley that. Curling his hands into fists, Xeno took in a shuddering breath as he tried to regain his composure, ignoring the tent in his pants as he shifted his socked feet on the floor. 

“Please, please,” Stanley whined, panting through the door. Xeno ground his teeth together. “Xeno I know you are there. Please come in, I need it.” 

Xeno sunk his sharpened canines into his tongue, drawing blood. Focusing on the metallic taste of blood, he tried to filter out the whining that leaked through the door. He relaxed as the scratching on the door stopped, Stanley’s panting filling the silence as he yanked at the handle of the door again. The faint sound of movement on the floor leaked from beneath the door, the sound of metal clattering on stone making Xeno pause.

Xeno fears were proven to be true as the sickening click of the deadbolt sliding open rang out like a death toll. 

The sweet smell of heat flooded Xeno’s senses, making him slightly lightheaded as the door creaked open. Stanley was still kneeling on the floor, stumbling back as the door swung to reveal the tempting figure. The warm light of the hallway illuminated the naked man, skin gleaming with sweat, slick dribbling down his legs as he braced on his palms. His pupils were blown wide, all six of his mating teeth sharp and threatening as his gaze bore down on Xeno. The blonde looked way too thrilled to see the alpha, flush high on his cheeks as he came into view.

“Xeno,” Stanley panted, pheromones making Xeno’s head swim. He shifted on to his knees, forcing himself to reach toward the door to close it. 

“Don’t,” Stanley snarled, hand gripping at Xeno’s wrist as he tried to grab the door handle. 

An omega in heat, despite popular belief, was one of the most dangerous things to encounter. Fiercely protective and assertive, they adapted to fight off multiple suitors during their estrus, protecting not only themselves but their nest. Countering the four primary canines of alphas, omegas had both primary and secondary mating teeth, their bites being deeper and tend to be inflicted on the neck of their chosen mate, rather lower on the spine, right between the shoulder blades like on omegas. 

Baring his teeth, Stanley yanked Xeno’s hand off the door handle, the alpha stumbling over his legs as he lost balance. The blonde didn’t let him catch his breath as he slammed to the floor, pulling at him to roll him to his back. Stanley climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as slick soaked into his clothing, warm and sticky. He ducked down, Xeno’s hands pinned to the floor by the other man’s, grip tight. He nuzzled into Xeno’s neck, hot tongue laving over the scent gland under his jaw. He felt drunk at the sensation, the sickly sweet pheromones clouding his mind as he openly panted into the bedroom air. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up as the omega sucked at his skin, a high whine reverberating into Xeno’s neck. Xeno struggled in the man’s grip as smudged purple lips dragged over his jawline, hovering over his own open mouth. 

“Please,” Stanley breathed, Xeno resisting his eyes rolling back into his head as he tasted the man’s spit dribbling into his mouth as he spoke. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.”

Stanley had released his hands, warm palms coming up to cup at his face. He couldn’t help himself in dragging his fingers over tanned, flushed skin, gripping at the meat of the man’s thighs.  It was so enticing, warm skin, sweet scent, the weight of the man on top of him soaking his clothing with slick. Xeno groaned as Stanley licked at his lips, warm as it traced their open shape. 

His self control was failing fast, the heady scent of arousal coating his open mouth. His eyes slid shut as Stanley rolled against him, the heat of his skin burning Xeno through his clothing. A saw had been shaving at the rope of his self control all day, beginning in the morning. Peaking in the afternoon. 

Seeing the blonde sweaty, hair damp from the river made Xeno more than a little hot under the collar. His thin tunic stuck to the musculature of his arms and back, the pale haired alpha having to resist jumping the man in the middle of the paddock as he moved the cattle. The sweat made his scent more potent, pulling at him like a chain as the omega had disappeared up the hill, trees obscuring his line of sight. He had resisted following Stanley at first, spitting out the excessive drool in the grass as he pulled at his restricting clothing. The sweet scent had called to him though, Xeno obeying it as he stomped his way to the edge of the trees, sniffing the cool spring air. Luckily the omega had appeared before Xeno had made a fool of himself by traipsing through the woods, driven by instinct. 

Speaking of being driven by instinct, Xeno was snapped out of his trance as canines sunk into the meat of his cheek, writhing at the omega held on. A low sound rumbled in the omega’s chest as Xeno tried to pull away, not being able to stop his hips from jutting against the man as blood poured into his mouth and down his skin, warm against the tile. He dug his nails into the meat of Stanley’s thighs, Xeno not being able to resist pressing up against the warmth of the body holding him down. A gurgly moan filtered out of his mouth, blood and spit spraying the omega’s hair and skin as Xeno cried out into the stale bedroom air, Stanley’s canines loosening as Xeno trembled in his grip, his cum joining the mix of Stanley’s slick and sweat.

Leaning back, Stanley licked at the blood on his lips, tongue messily sliding to collect the remnants off his face. Xeno was coming down from his climax, body trembling as he tried to regain control, hands twitching where they gripped at the omega’s thighs. Tan skin glinted in the dim light, lean lines of muscles sculpted under the deep shadows. It was almost nauseating how sensitive Xeno felt, watching long lashes flutter in bliss at the taste of him. His cheek hurt, blood hot on his already flushed skin. He swallowed the blood in his mouth, eyes locked as Stanley reached for him, calloused hands gripping at his hair. Xeno let the omega lean back down, pliant as he licked the blood off his pale skin, teething the cartilage of his ear. Stanley’s canines scraped dangerously over the cartilage, his panting making it hard for Xeno to concentrate on regulating his own breathing. 

“It’s only fair,” Stanley breathed, hot breath making Xeno dig his nails into the man’s thighs. “Right?”

“Fair?” Xeno rasped, the metallic taste of blood stuck to his palette. The only thing he could smell was the thickening scent of heat tinged with jamaica. “What’s fair?”

“Well,” Stanley began, licking his lips before placing a wet kiss to his ear. “You got to, so I get to.”

Offering no further explanation, the blonde leaned back, settling over Xeno’s still sensitive dick. Jolting, Xeno’s horny mind was slowly trying to figure out what the other man meant by his statement, the blood meant for his head draining to his lower regions. 

“It seems like,” Xeno breathed, watching Stanley’s hands trailed over his own body, calloused fingers sliding to brace on Xeno’s chest as he spoke. “You’re the one doing everything.” 

The man laughed, bloody teeth shining in the dim light trickling in from the hallway as rolled his hips down. He cocked his head, the expanse of his neck tempting Xeno to lean up and drink in the sweet scent of his skin. 

“It’s so ironic,” Stanley laughed, watching through his long lashes as Xeno eyed his neck. “That you can remember almost anything but what happened.”

Xeno pulled his eyes away from his neck, confusion written on his face as the man took his silence as a sign to continue, rolling his hips possessively against Xeno’s sticky groin. Stanley’s fingers had twisted into the thin shirt Xeno wore, effortlessly ripping it open as he continued. 

“Maybe it was the euphoria,” Stanley mused, Xeno’s chest trembling as warm hands snaked underneath the ripped fabric to glide across his torso. “First time you had been with an omega, hadn’t it been?”

Stanley scooted back, hands trailing down his abdomen to toy with the waistline of Xeno’s pants, Xeno having no choice but to grip at the unyielding slate floor as Stanley moved out of his reach. His legs were still pinned underneath the omega, Xeno not bearing to tear his eyes away from the man leaning down to kiss at his undefined stomach. 

“I climbed through your window, like a knight saving a princess,” Stanley grinned, glancing up through his curtain of golden hair. “There to save you from the blight of teenage hormones.”

Stanley laughed at his own statement, back arching as he shifted back, teeth hooking on the leather cord of Xeno’s pants. Muscular arms grabbed at his thin hips, yanking at the loose material of his pants as Stanley easily tore the leather cord apart, spitting out the pieces stuck in his teeth. Exposing him to the air, Stanley carelessly pulled his pants and undergarments down, the material snagging on the slate flooring. The omega wasted no time pressing his face to Xeno’s pubis, licking at the residual cum drying in his pubic hair. Xeno curled forward as wet lips pressed kisses up his dick, hands finding purchase in golden locks, pulling. 

He shook the dizziness from his vision as Stanley paused, Xeno’s torn shirt falling off his shoulders, tattered. The dim light of the hallway illuminating the tan, muscular spans of the omega’s back. Xeno nearly missed the irregular skin highlighting his scapulae muscle, perched between the man’s shoulder blades. Blinking, Xeno leaned forward, back muscles straining at the stretch as his fingers traced the irregular scar, noting the four, symmetrical puncture wounds. 

A bite mark. Not just any bite mark, a mating mark. 

Completely healed, clearly older but no less apparent now that Xeno knew what he was looking at. The sick flare of jealousy bloomed Xeno’s gut, hands pushing the sweet smelling man off him with a strength he didn’t know he had, his own scent flooding his senses as Stanley caught himself on the slate floor. Struggling, Xeno clambered to his knees, kicking his pants off as he cornered the omega against the side of the bed. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Xeno bared his teeth, the action reopening the bite mark on his cheek, the warm fluid dripping onto his collarbone. 

Stanley only smiled at the statement, not deterred as he climbed backwards onto the fur laden bed, keeping eye contact as settled down on the plush bedding, legs splayed open. Xeno followed quickly after, anger making his head hot as he tried to fight off the pheromone pull of the omega. 

“You think this is funny?” Xeno snarled, caging the man in. The other man just encircled his arms around his neck, twirling his tussled silver locks around his fingers as the alpha continued. “I don’t take too kindly to people playing with my things.”

Humming, Stanley shifted on the bed, knees pressing into Xeno’s side as he bared his neck. The aroma of jamaica coated Xeno’s throat, temporarily making his mind go blank with arousal as he dug his fingers into the warm fur of Stanley’s bed. 

“Oh Xeno,” Stanley sighed, amber gaze watching the blood drip off his face. “The only thing playing with your things is you.” 

“Bullshit,” Xeno snapped, not being able to stop himself from leaning down to drink in the scent straight from the source. “I would remember biting you.” He licked at the scent gland on his neck, shivering as it overwhelmed his tastebuds. 

“Please,” Stanley breathed, continuing to bare his neck. “You barely remember anything from that time.”

He threatened his canines along Stanley’s throat at the statement, the blonde’s hips bucking up at the action. Trailing down his neck, he pressed open mouthed kisses to the tan skin, blood and spit leaving a clear trail behind. 

“You, fuck- you pulled me into your bed,” Stanley moaned, hands tugging at his silver hair as Xeno sunk his teeth into the meat of his shoulder. “And scented me just like this.”

Xeno released his shoulder, lapping at the mark before he moved to slide his tongue across the man’s defined clavicle. The heady smell of slick and arousal was clouding Xeno’s rational thought, the sticky fluid sticking to the part of his legs pressed against the omega. 

“You were so talkative,” Stanley breathed, knees squeezing at Xeno’s sides. “Telling me how good I smelled- fuck - saying how you wanted a pup-”

Stanley cut himself off with a moan as Xeno bit down on his chest, sucking a bruise into the peak. He had shifted to his elbows as he released Stanley’s chest, sliding to lav his tongue across his nipple. Strong hands pulled at his hair, dragging his face away from the salty skin. His chin dug into Stanley’s sternum as he was forced to look the omega in the eye, licking his lips. His long lashes were clumped together, hair ratty and tangled as it fell messily over his face. Plush lips framed his mouth, purple lipstick smudged across his face like an impressionist painting.  

“You flipped me around on your twin bed,” Stanley smiled, Xeno sucking the drool off his teeth. “And sunk your teeth into me like a dog.”

Stanley laughed at the realization dawning on Xeno’s face, bucking his hips to drag his length against Xeno’s. 

“You get it now you horny, braindead alpha?” Stanley teased, taking advantage of the man’s off kilter reaction. He pushed up, slamming Xeno into the bedding as he tried to compartmentalize the new information. 

“Of course,” Stanley sighed, the slow roll of his hips against Xeno’s making his eyes go unfocused. “I had no chance to mark you back.” 

Stanley reached a hand between his legs, sinking into himself with a perverted wet sound as Xeno’s mouth lolled open, trying to drink in the smell of slick. 

“It was quite frustrating, you know,” Stanley muttered against Xeno’s mouth, hot breath coating his tongue. “Watching you go around unmarked. Pretty unfair if you ask me.”

“I can make it up to you,” Xeno panted, letting his chapped lips brush against the omega’s spit slicked lips. 

“Be careful now,” Stanley grinned, hand retreating from between his legs to tug at his silver hair, streaking slick across the knots. “I’ve been waiting three thousand years for this.”

Xeno wasn’t able to reply before Stanley pressed his lips against his own, moaning as Stanley’s tongue scraped across his teeth, unhindered by the sharpened canines. Xeno felt lightheaded as they slid together, hands coming up to grab at Stanley’s sides, trim nails digging into the musculature. He wasn’t sure how long he had been waiting for this, but Xeno didn’t know how he lived without it, eagerly sucking the taste of the man onto his tongue. Dragging his hands across Stanley’s back, Xeno let the omega explore his mouth, pliant and willing as they rocked together, the sticky friction making his skin alight. 

Xeno could barely process the information that Stanley had thrown at him, the small breaks between kisses purely to suck in air before dipping down again. He felt a small amount of shame as his fingers dug into the old mating mark, the notion that his former self wasn’t willing to submit to the omega above him now making his chest heavy with remorse. 

The alpha was dragged out of his shame when Stanley whined against his teeth, angling to deepen the kiss as his hips stuttered against Xeno’s. The silver haired man couldn’t prevent his eyes rolling to the back of his head as warm, viscous fluid splattered his stomach, the omega panting hotly into his mouth as he came down from his climax. Xeno tried to follow Stanley as the blonde retreated, pink tongue snapping the spit strung between them. 

“Flip over,” Stanley panted, hand fisting in the alpha’s hair. 

Xeno took in the man’s sex mussed appearance as he shifted in his hold, twisting to lay chest down on the bed. He rested on his elbows as the omega climbed over top of him, hot skin rubbing against his as Stanley ghosted his lips along his shoulder. Xeno angled his head willingly, thin hand eagerly pulling his pale hair to the side to expose the nape of his neck. Sharp canines pressed against his neck at the action, the blonde relishing in the clear display. His arms shook as Stanley pressed his lips around the scent gland beneath his jaw, warm and wet against his skin. Stanley’s warm tongue lapped at the gland, drinking in Xeno’s scent as the omega grinded hotly against his back. A moan bubbled in his throat as Stanley’s teeth scraped along his mating gland, turning his head to suck at the other side of his neck. He had squeezed his eyes shut as Stanley continued to suck at the sensitive area, mouth open and his tongue dry from the heavy breathing. His scent was curling around the alpha, settling deep in his mind as he fully embraced it, the floraly scent coaxing his rational thought into a bottomless pit.  Xeno’s arms gave out beneath him as the omega nipped at his jaw, pushing his face into the furs piled on the bed. 

“Stanley, please,” Xeno pleaded, muffled by the bedding. Stanley heard him though, hands coming to push at his shoulders. 

“You need to learn patience,” Stanley teased, nipping at his ear. “I’ve waited much longer than you will have to.”

Xeno gave a whine at the statement, pressing his hips up to make contact with Stanley’s sticky abdomen. 

“Now stay still,” Stanley breathed, retreating to press a light kiss to the nape of his neck. “This is gonna hurt.” 

He trembled against the bed as he felt the blonde shift, hips collapsing to the bed as sharp canines teased the sensitive skin. The anticipation was almost too much, Stanley’s hot drool from where he held his mouth open leaving burning streaks down Xeno’s shoulders and spine. 

Xeno thought he saw god as canines sunk into his neck, pain white hot and euphoric. 

His mouth dropped open in a silent moan, fur sticking to his lips as Stanley immobilized his head, blood bubbling out from the skin as he held on. Xeno couldn’t help grinding against the bed as Stanley moaned against his neck, hands gripping at his torso to dampen the trembling the alpha was doing. He tried to jerk in the omega’s grip, hands trying to find purchase on the loose furs as Stanley rolled his hips down, possessive. The blonde shook him like a ragdoll before finally releasing him, Xeno shivering as the omega retreated, calloused hands dragging down his pale sensitive skin. The alpha didn’t have time to recover as Stanley flipped him back over, Xeno groaning as soft fur dragged against the bleeding mating mark. 

“Now,” Stanley panted, pupils blown as he climbed back over top of him. “Are you gonna act like a proper alpha or not?”

He bared his teeth at the insult, digging his nails into Stanley’s thighs as the omega poised over top of him, slick dripping on his dick. Bracing on his chest, a warm hand grabbed at the base of Xeno’s dick, knees sliding on furs as sunk down. Xeno forced his eyes to stay open as the omega sank down, warm heat enveloping him, too hot. It was tight, the sensation overstimulating him as it practically pulled him in, nails dragging red lines on tan skin as Xeno tried to breathe through his teeth. 

Stanley had his eyes scrunched shut as he sank to base, hips rolling in a small circle as he braced on Xeno’s thin chest, soft skin gleaming with sweat in the dim light. He looked like a wet dream personified, eyebrows drawn together in a pleading line, plush mouth in an erotic ‘o’ as a whimper filtered out of his chest. Frizzy blonde hair was cascaded over his face, framing his feminine features. He was tight and hot around his dick, slick dripping out as the omega rose up slowly then sank back down, the wet sound resounding in the room. 

Xeno couldn’t do much but hold on as Stanley sped up, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as the man’s sickly sweet pheromones flooded his senses. He couldn’t form a coherent thought as the soft insides wrapped around him, forcibly dragging him to his climax. Xeno could feel his knot swelling at the base of his dick, Stanley’s breath hitching every time is caught on his rim. Losing stamina, Stanley slowed, leaning down to press his lips against Xeno’s, humming as he pressed back.

Wrapping his arms around Stanley’s neck, he locked him in place, bracing his feet on the bed as he thrusted up into the wet heat, licking the moans off the omega’s teeth. He was dragging closer to his climax, knot swelling and catching on the rim more often than not. Stanley continued to press open mouthed kisses to Xeno’s chapped lips, breathing erratic as he rocked against the alpha’s thrusts. Breaking apart with a high pitched whine, Stanley rested his forehead beside Xeno’s head, body meeting the alpha’s desperate thrusts. Drool was pooling in the back of his throat as Stanley moaned directly in his ear, heavy and hot as Xeno focused on every hitch in his breath, every stutter in his noises. The sharp sound of skin on skin echoed over the low rumble of rain, Xeno overwhelmed with sensations as he drew closer to his climax. 

“Please,” Stanley panted in his ear, voice disjointed. “Let me give you a pup.”

Xeno was ninety nine percent sure he drew blood as he dragged his nails across Stanley’s muscular back at the words, teeth gleaming as he bared them. His silver hair was falling across his face as he craned his neck forward, latching on the omega’s trapezoidal muscle. Stanley cried out at the action, knot finally catching as the omega stilled, letting Xeno lock them in place. He saw stars as he cummed, Stanley whimpering honey coated words in his ear. 

“I’ll give you as many pups as you want,” Stanley breathed, lips wet against his ear. “I’d expose my mark every day, so people could see,” his words were cut off by a moan as Xeno’s hips jutted up, trying desperately to go deeper. “People could see who had claim over me.”

His pheromone brain went wild with the scenarios, warms hands wrapping around his thin torso as he relaxed against the alpha, Xeno sucking in a deep breath as he finally started to relax from his extended climax. Images of Stanley splayed out like a pornstar flashed in Xeno’s mind, heat drunk and calling for him, images of Stanley proudly displaying the bite mark, Xeno pressing up against the omega’s back, licking the sensitive area as he begged for a pup. 

He wasn’t sure how long he held onto Stanley’s shoulder, but warm fingers were carding through his ratty hair, pushing it out of his face. Xeno’s throat felt hoarse, every low moan that emanated from his chest burning his esophagus. Stanley let out a contented sigh as he pressed a chaste kiss to the bite mark on Xeno’s face, the blood flaking off his sweaty skin. The alpha could feel his knot retreating as the blonde shifted on top of him, prompting Xeno to release the meat of his shoulder, jaw sore from the prolonged stretch. Dried cum was flaking between their bodies, itchy as Stanley peered down at him, vision hazy and lust drunk. The sweet smell of jamaica was choking Xeno’s throat, overwhelming him as the omega shifted off of him, collapsing onto the furs as white, viscous liquid spilled all over his abdomen and thighs as he tried to recover.

Xeno turned to look at the man, clumsily pushing his blonde cowlick out of his face as he sighed against the bed. Stanley’s eyes had fluttered shut, mouth parted as he slowed his breathing, a flush slowly creeping back over his tan skin. The smell of sex was an afterthought to Xeno, shifting to pull himself closer to the omega, nuzzling his face in the crook of the man’s neck where the scent was strongest. The fresh scent of sawdust tickled his nose, countering the overly sweet smell of heat that was beginning to build back up. The mating mark on the back of his neck was aching, pulsing as he sucked at the man’s scent glands, lapping the taste straight from the source. Stanley let out a quiet moan as Xeno rolled him to his back, dragging his nose down his neck and across his collarbone. 

“Scenting me now is quite redundant, don’t you think?” Stanley said, barely above a whisper. 

“Making up for lost time,” Xeno breathed, kissing his way across the omega’s jaw to capture him a kiss again. 

Maneuvering on the bed, Xeno clambered over top of the man, wrapping his muscular legs around his waist as they continued to kiss. He couldn’t get enough, lips opening to slide his tongue along the omega’s teeth, relishing in the scrape. Stanley’s skin was heating up under his touch, legs burning brands into his sides as they squeezed around him. Bracketing the omega, Xeno shifted to roll his hips against his groin, Stanley swallowing the groan that bubbled in his chest. Muscular arms wrapped around his neck as Xeno tried to breathe through his nose to prevent breaking the kiss, the blonde meeting his hips with short juts of his own, cum and slick easing the slide against one another. 

He was already hard again, his pheromone drunk brain urging him to lay claim once again, knees shifting to angle the omega’s hips up in preparation. Stanley let him, legs gripping as he pressed his ass eagerly against the alpha, slick sticking them together.  

“Please,” Stanley breathed, pressing kisses between words. “I need you, I won’t be able to make it without you, Xeno.”

Xeno couldn’t respond with anything else beside a low rumble in his chest, awkwardly shifting to press against the man’s entrance, body flushing hot at how warm it felt. Stanley continued to whisper pleas between kisses, tongue dragging across the line of his lips as Xeno pressed slowly in, back twitching as Xeno resisted sinking to the hilt in one go. Xeno never thought the inside of another body would be described as inviting but he really did feel like he was made for this, sucking in a sharp breath as Stanley squeezed around him. A feverish wave coursed over his body, causing him to shiver as he dug his nails into the bedding to find traction. Stanley was hot against him, warm and wet as they met hip to hip, sighing at the pressure. 

He tried with every fiber of his being to pull out slowly, the obscene wet sound making his ears hot. Stanley was pressing against his lips hard, teeth clacking as Xeno slowly pushed back in, trying to stop the trembling in his body at the pleasure. Xeno was watching through hooded eyes as the omega’s face flushed, long lashes kissing his cheeks as he moaned into Xeno’s mouth, back arching to meet him. A high flush was blotching his tan skin as Xeno slowly sped up, emboldened by the noises he was lapping out of Stanley’s mouth. His knees were sore as he pressed forward, leaning on one hand to grasp around the omega’s length, fingers firm as he stroked him to the tempo of his thrusts. The blonde tossed his head back at the sensation, mouth open as he exposed his neck, hair crackling with static electricity as he rocked against the bedding.  

Xeno didn’t waste time dipping down to latch onto the skin, groaning as he tasted the salt from his sweat. The sound of skin against skin was muted behind the ah-ah-ah’s that Stanley was panting into the air, nails digging crescent moons marks into Xeno’s shoulders. His whole body was trembling as Xeno sped his hand up on the omega’s dick, wrist swirling as he felt his knot swelling back up. Eagerly, he pushed forward, knot catching on the rim as the omega cried out, writhing as cum splattered on Xeno’s chest and abdomen. He continued to stroke him through his orgasm, hips stuttering as his knot pressed in, sealing them together for the second time that night. He breathed heavily against Stanley’s neck, hips twitching erratically as he climaxed, some feral part of him relishing in the contact. Nails were still dug into his back as Stanley’s breathing evened out, cum dripping off Xeno’s chest to pool on his tan skin. Xeno finally beared to part with the omega’s neck, leaning back to take in the blooming bruises that plotted the skin. 

Stanley pulled him into a warm kiss before pushing the alpha back, relaxing against the bed with a sigh. Xeno rested on his hands, glancing down to see where they were joined. The sight made his hips jump again, arousal spiking up his spine at the scene. He tried with little success to suck the spit out of his mouth, leaning down to lap up the cum that had pooled on the omega’s chest, groaning at the salty taste. Calloused fingers carded through his silver hair, pulling the knots out gently as Xeno dragged his tongue across his skin. Happy with his work, Xeno looked back up, amber eyes sleepily meeting his own. 

The blonde’s face was content, features softened as he slowly blinked at the alpha, lips kiss swollen. His long lashes curtained his flushed skin, gaze warm and hazy. Smiling, the omega pulled him up into a languid kiss, lazily tracing the seam of Xeno’s lips with his tongue. He let his eyes close as they kissed, Xeno shifting to rest against the man’s body, chest rumbling at the contact. They broke apart, Xeno nestling his face into Stanley’s neck, sighing at the warm scent that flooded his senses. The omega’s legs wrapped around his thin hips, the heat radiating through his body like a warm bath. 

Warm fingers traced the deep bite mark on the nape of his neck, lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

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When Xeno awoke, he was in a completely different position than when they fell asleep. They weren’t connected anymore, the omega pressing open mouthed kisses to his chapped lips as he gradually woke up, eyes cracking open to look out the window. 

The rain was still pouring down, but it seemed to be daytime, the dark clouds not able to completely null the sun’s presence. 

Stanley had climbed on top of him, straddling his body in order to kiss across his face, hands firmly gripping his jaw. His skin was hot, Xeno’s hands coming up to drag across the man’s legs and up his torso to find purchase at his hips. 

“Good morning,” Xeno rasped, pressing back into a kiss that landed on his lips. 

“Good morning,” Stanley breathed, angling the alpha’s jaw to press a chaste kiss to the scent gland under his jaw. “I was wondering when you would wake up.”

He didn’t deem it necessary to give an answer, meeting the omega’s lips with a warm kiss. Stanley moaned into his mouth at the action, angling his head to deepen the contact. He could get used to this, the omega shifting to roll his hips against him, a low sound bubbling in his chest.

Xeno could definitely get used to waking up like this, fingertips tracing the musculature of the man’s torso. 

Definitely, definitely, definitely.