Alpha and Omega

Alex grumbled, hands in his pockets as he jogged along. His muttered complaints to nobody in particular were peppered with curses as he tried to give a full listing of everyone he held accountable for his current situation. He cursed the human resources people at work, he cursed the government healthcare division, he cursed the name of people long dead and turned to dust, and cursed whatever deities might have had a hand it at some point just to make sure he had covered all of the bases.

Alex was a bit on the smallish side for a man his age, just 21 and already out in the working world. He hadn’t wanted to go through college, getting out quickly into the world and getting straight into things, having done a quick trade education as an IT specialist and already doing fairly well for himself. Today he was out seeing to a grim necessity of life that he wasn’t looking forward to at all, and he looked generally glum. His hoodie made him look droopy and uncomfortable, his shoulders slumped and hood pulled up over his brown hair, hands stuffed in his pockets and his jeans seeming almost ill fitting despite being the right size. Of course he knew what was happening, had known it was coming, but still here he was dealing with things at the last minute. For that, he again cursed the ancient dead.

Of course he understood the reasoning behind what had been done, it didn’t mean he had to like it. He’d learned the story, the basics at least, going through school like everyone else. Once upon a time in the far distant past, the human race had fallen upon very hard times. A combination of war and natural disasters left much of their territory devastated and empty, with most of the populace falling back to the larger cities and fearful of the future of the race. While the conflict had ended and they had no true enemies anymore, it was feared that with the orcs and some subspecies of elves moving out onto the traditionally human plains, their population couldn’t recover fast enough to secure their own lands and they would be forced to give them up, putting the human race in a weaker position for decades or centuries to come. Further, if additional disasters struck, they might die out as a people, reduced to wandering nomads without any real culture of their own anymore. The population had to be increased, and the rate of reproduction had to be raised as well to compete with the fast-breeding orcs and long lived elves. So it was decided that the human race be changed fundamentally to ensure its survival.

In those olden days, technology was in its infancy, clockwork was the new big thing that left everyone staring in awe, but magic was something that was well understood and reliable. The Magisters of the government were tasked with finding a method to permanently increase the rate of repdocution for the species, and spent years researching. They tried many things, fertility potions, but those were unreliable. Magically inducing multiple births per pregnancy was resource intensive for each woman and strained their health badly. In the end, a more drastic method was chosen. Anyone who bred horses could tell you that you needed more mares than stallions, a 1:1 sire:bearer ratio wasn’t the most efficient relationship. Those capable of siring children could sire multiple in rapid succession, while it took almost a year for a pregnancy to run its course and the bearer to become ready for another.

So, the radical plan finally hit upon was to conduct a great magical transformation, altering the design of all future generations of humanity. The concept was simple, allow human males to bear young as well as sire them, effectively doubling the birth rate at least. Then when the population was large enough, it could be dialed back at will simply by the usual methods of avoiding pregnancy when it was unwanted. The option was presented, debated upon at length by both the government and populace, but finally agreed upon as the least bad of many bad options. At first it seemed they had succeeded, the spell wouldn’t change anyone currently alive, but any new births would be of the new design. The changes were implemented successfully, it wasn’t until the new generation of altered humans reached breeding age that the flaws brought on by the Magisters hubris became evident.

While they had succeeded in the basic goal of ‘let men get pregnant’, it was only a subset of the male population that could become so, about one third in fact. Still better than nothing right? Except those who became fertile child bearers had lost their ability to sire children altogether. Still, they could bear young and as previously decided they didn’t need that many fathers, they needed more ‘mothers’. Then the real bombshell fell, whole swathes of the new generation were out and out sterile. Oh their parts still worked mechanically, but they were all firing blanks and there was no way to fix it. The spell changing them in the first place was too powerful to undo. In the end, under a third of males being born were capable of fathering children, about a third were capable of bearing them, and everyone else was sterile. The women were similarly affected, most were sterile now and only a rough third could be mothers anymore.

The resulting outrage, and sheer panic when it became evident this could not be undone, almost caused a revolution. In their attempt to increase the breeding population they had permanently shrunk it. As a last desperate attempt to keep the human race afloat the mages tweaked the spell as much as they could before it became utterly and irrevocably set in the human species, adding certain ‘incentives’ to make sure that the remaining fertile population could breed enough to make up for their smaller numbers. In the end at least it worked, humanity was still here, but they would never again take the same form. Still, life went on, the days when ‘male’ and ‘female’ were the important distinctions were literally ancient history. Society adapted, the sun still rose and set, and now here was Alex centuries later just trying to get on with his life.

Like everyone else, he’d gone through sex-ed, and found it mostly bullshit like almost every middle school student did, learning a lot more on his own than he ever had from the official, decade-old presentation that couched its message in so many euphemisms that halfway through he wasn’t even sure what they were talking about anymore. Still, he knew the basics like everyone else, and had a firm enough understanding of the genders, or at least the ones that actually mattered.

The Alphas were the potent males, the rarest of all three, the only ones capable of siring children. They tended to be big and strong, traditionally rugged and powerful, and had the nasty reputation as insatiable brutes. They also had knots on their shafts which would inflate and tie them together with their mates, sealing their seed in and increasing the chance of successful mating.

Betas made up the majority of the population, the sterile aftermath of that ancient spell. A little over one third of men and two thirds of women were Betas, and while they were fully capable of having sex, falling in love and feeling lust, they were universally sterile and lacked any actual breeding urges.

Finally were the Omegas, the fertile child bearers, one third of men and women, give or take. Stereotypically they were portrayed as smaller, more traditionally feminine than the other genders. Female Omegas were built basically like Betas but with actually functional reproductive systems, males though were a lot different under the skin from their Beta counterparts, despite looking outwardly basically the same.

As a male Omega, Alex knew how his physiology differed from his Beta and Alpha brethren. Externally, he was a little smaller than a Beta and less well built, though he blamed that on his career of tapping a keyboard rather than his genes. His skin was softer and smoother, which personally he quite liked, some Beta men looked like they had musty old leather for skin and personally that grossed him out, then again he worked a non-stressful job in climate controlled buildings so his body never dealt with any real wear and tear, and his hips were more broad than a Beta’s, for the purpose of birthing, though not as obviously wide as a female. He had all the requisite parts to qualify as a male, and size wise was the equal of any Beta of the same build as him, and his were just as sterile. All for show, and entertainment value, he’d had a couple girlfriends and boyfriends and was very grateful that sterile certainly did not mean impotent.

No, his actual reproductive organs were inside his body. He had a womb, basically like a woman’s except his connected to the back instead of the front, and his rear hole was self-lubricating when he became aroused, something that he abused and was thankful for whenever the situation demanded it. Unlike some, Alex was by no means ashamed of his gender, he liked who and what he was, it was just that being an Omega had ups and downs and the things he enjoyed were part of a package deal with things he didn’t like nearly as much.
The final modifications to that ancient ritual had tweaked the Omega’s reproduction further away from the original human norm. Instead of having a decent chance to conceive a child all the time, his reproductive system was effectively dormant most of the time, until on a roughly yearly cycle it would spike into overdrive in a 3-4 day period where he would go into heat. During this time his body would be receptive and ready, and would insistently tell his mind that it was time to get an Alpha right damn now. He had been through a heat before, when his body first identified as an Omega. His adoptive parents, Betas, had suspected for some time, his silky skin and broader hips setting him apart from Beta boys his age, and they had been there to help him through his first time. For three days he was cooped up in the house, alternately shivering and burning up, headaches, cramps, and his insidious subconscious trying to come up with ever more convincing arguments why he should go outside, just for a bit… If his parents hadn’t been with him he probably would have, wandering outside until some randy Alpha jumped his bones.

After that he’d begun taking drugs to suppress his heats, not wanting to go through that again for a good long time. Omega reproduction was a somewhat controversial issue for a lot of people. Betas tried to help but didn’t quite ‘get it’, not having any real drives in that area their understanding of breeding could never go beyond theoretical. The Omegas themselves argued about it very often. Some either never wanted to bear children, or were waiting for some undecided point in the future where they thought they were ready to have one of their own. Like Alex, they used drugs to suppress the heat indefinitely until they eventually felt they were ready, usually after finding a partner they were ready to have a family with. There was also a small subset who allowed nature to simply take its course, letting the heat come, attract an Alpha and let things play out as instincts and hormones instructed. This group was small, and divided as to its reasons, some took a ‘nature knows best’ approach and were willing to breed in the raw, uncontrolled way that their base urges supplied. Others thought the idea of some random Alpha coming for them was exciting, though the thought only terrified him.

Others embraced their role as the breeders of society and understood that they needed to have kids, as a species, to survive. With only about two in five people able to bear children, and many of them choosing to abstain from doing so for various reasons, the government had offered certain incentives to keep the birthrate from dropping. Breeding centers were operated in every major city and county across the country, government inspected and certified by a special Bureau of Reproductive Health. These places offered various attractive services free of charge, such as an in-house dating service to help an Omega pair up with an Alpha they felt comfortable with, get to know him beforehand, and then have a safe place to do the deed. Of course not everyone interested in a hookup used these places, as the name implied they were focused on breeding and you had to sign a contract to carry the resulting child to term, upon which you would be given a hefty payout and the child delivered swiftly to the patiently waiting hands of a loving couple, usually Betas, who wanted a family but couldn’t have their own. Since some Omegas liked the idea of heat-mating but didn’t want pregnancy as a result, or preferred the familiarity of their own homes, or even had long-term Alpha partners, rare but not unheard of, many heats were carried out at home. That said, being able to see out the heat with an Alpha explicitly of your choosing, in a secure and well-appointed suite with certified medical professionals on hand in case anything went wrong was appealing, because boy could things go wrong…

When an Omega went into heat they got horny, needy, and subconsciously driven to find an Alpha, they also pumped out lots and lots of pheromones. An Alpha who smelled them would instinctively follow them back to their source and claim the Omega for breeding, and they did not take ‘no’ for an answer. If more than one showed up then a fight was inevitable. After that they’d go someplace private and secure, outright dragging the Omega there if they needed to, and then spend the duration of the heat mating whenever they weren’t sleeping or eating. And should the Omega complain, or try to leave, they got violent. He had a friend at school that had gone through an unplanned heat once, and had to spend a week in the hospital afterwards. Three Alphas had fought over him until only one was standing, the winner then dragged him off to his home for the duration, breeding him over and over. The terrified Omega had made repeated escape attempts, which the Alpha had taken very badly. By the end of the heat his friend was chained to the headboard and covered in a livid tapestry of cuts and bruises and suffering multiple minor fractures. Of course the Alpha hadn’t been charged with any wrongdoing, because in the end it wasn’t really his fault.

Heat made an Omega emotional and aroused, but the scent of it drove Alphas absolutely mad with the need to breed. It was one of those little ‘incentives’ the ancient mages had put in. Alphas would unflinchingly resort to harsh measures if they thought it was needed, which would often horrify them when they came to their senses and saw the results of a heat gone wrong. It had been the Alpha that called the hospital and demanded that they send an ambulance at once, and who was then found in a miserable pile on the floor, begging the battered Omega for forgiveness in between tortured sobbing. In the end they had both recovered fully, but it still painted a nasty picture. To avoid that there were sanctuaries set up, secure Alpha free buildings for Omegas to wait out their heats in safety, but they were all full, catering to the homeless and people who lived in apartment buildings where the unified air conditioner would spread their pheromones through the whole building even if they never left their rooms. Rampaging Alphas trying desperately to find what room the Omega was in was never good for property value.

This ultimately brought him around to where he was right now, walking along the sidewalk to the corner grocery store from his comfy and safe condo home, and cursing the HR department the whole way. His company had recently rewritten their healthcare plan and cut the heat suppressant drugs from the list. While he could buy them over the counter, they weren’t exactly cheap, and he’d have to take them all the time if he wanted to avoid heat forever. That kind of cash draw would leave his disposable income rather tight, and in the end he decided that three days or so of being moodily locked up at home was worth it in the long run. To help see him through it a friend was coming over from out of town with a care package of food, movies and video games to keep his mind off things, but he’d been delayed a day. In the lead up to his heat Alex had been so afraid of leaving his house that he’d let his food supply dwindle to nothing, so now he had to make an emergency run. Stupid, but he just had to be out for a few minutes, rush down to the grocery store and then come running back. Besides, his heat hadn’t started yet, had it? He was sure that flush of warmth was just from the exercise, just the running, that was it, almost there.

He jogged into the market, ignoring the request from a cashier that he not run inside the store, grabbing a basket and quickly appropriating a random assortment of canned and frozen food in a jumble, before jogging up to the counter and dropping the basket on the conveyor. He tapped his foot nervously as the cashier ran up the lady in front of him, Alex reaching up to unzip his hoodie. They must have had the thermostat cranked up in here, probably some kind of insidious psychological trick to make people spend more money. Beep, beep, beep, he jumped a little when someone walked up behind him, but it was a woman, relax, steady breaths.
“Are you okay?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Fine!” He said, more snippy than he had intended. “Just… nerves, sorry.” He said, shifting a bit on his feet. She nodded slowly, not seeming to believe him. Did she know? She had to know, of course she knew! Was it really that obvious? “Sir?” Shit, was it so bad even a Beta could catch on, in that case… “Sir!”

He snapped out of it, the lady in front of him had gone. “Sorry! Here you go.” He said, pulling out his wallet and snapping his debit card out with such force that it practically sliced through the air. The cashier took the card and set it down, displaying the shocking apathy of anyone who’s worked in a public service job for more than a week, tallying up his purchases with what seemed like shocking lethargy.

Or was it just him? Everyone was looking at him now, he felt… was it starting? He checked the warning signs, putting two fingers at his neck. Heart rate elevated, skin flushed, sudden feeling of warmth. Gritting his teeth he rolled his hips a bit, trying to be subtle, feeling the unmistakable slick feeling. Backdoor… moist… It was starting, he was, or was about to be, officially in heat. Fuck.
Finally the cashier finished ringing him up bagged the food, Alex grabbing the plastic shopping bags and double timing it towards the door. His home was right down the street, and it had just begun right? He should be able to get home and bunker down before anything bad happened, he needed just five minutes to get behind a solid door and he’d be fine, just keep his head down and run, run! The door slid open before him and he did just that, teeth gritted, head down and took off running, turning the corner. And immediately barreling full speed into something large and solid that went ‘oof’ when he hit it.

Alex yelped, pulling back and teetering on his heels, reaching out his arms to try to keep balance before he fell backwards, landing squarely on his ass. He yelped when he hit, his now very sensitive rear hitting the concrete felt like someone had just slapped him right on the hole, making a tingling shock go up his spine. He looked up, heart jumping to his throat as he saw an enormous shadow hovering over him, reaching down to grab him!

“Hey, you alright?” The terrifying shadow said.

He blinked, looking up as the shadow resolved itself into the figure of a young man with sandy blonde hair cut very short and piercingly blue eyes, smiling warmly and reaching down to help him up.

“I’m fine!” He said, reaching out to take the hand on instinct and gasping as he was quickly pulled to his feet. Now that he was upright again the man didn’t seem quite so huge or intimidating, but he stood a good head taller than Alex. He wore a leather jacket and tee shirt over jeans, the shirt just tight enough to show he was nicely muscled and Alex stop staring at his chest.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The man asked, young man actually, he couldn’t be that much older than Alex himself, just big.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He said again. “Just flustered is all, I need to go.” He felt something brush the back of his hand, looking over and gasping again as he realized he hadn’t let go of the other man’s hand after getting back on his feet. “Terribly sorry!” He said, letting go at once and snatching up the fallen shopping bags. “I really need to go nicemeetingyou!” He said, last words stretching into a shout as he started jogging, trying to ignore the tingling itch in his entrance.

He heard footsteps behind him, starting to panic and run faster. “Hey, hey! You forgot your card!” He heard the man shout. Skidding to a halt, Alex turned, flustered and nervous as the larger man jogged after him, holding out the little rectangle of colored plastic. “You forgot to take it from the cashier, he just noticed and came after me.” He said, walking up and holding it out.

Alex reached out, taking the card and catching his breath. “Sorry… I really mean it.” He said, looking up at the larger man again. No lecherous grin, no public groping, no dragging him to a dark corner by his hair… He sighed, shoulders sagging, he’d thought he’d run smack into an Alpha, but he must have just been rude to some poor, oblivious Beta. Betas didn’t have any kind of breeding instinct and were often woefully obtuse about the whole thing, he probably didn’t even know the signs that Alex was going into heat. And he’d just ran into him and then ran away from him like some ungrateful bastard. “I uh, I just have a lot on my mind right now, some nerves and stuff.”

The taller guy looked him over, his breathing deep and steady despite jogging to keep up. “Are you scared of something?” He asked, suddenly jerking his head up and looking around, as if trying to seek out some hidden danger.

“I guess… yeah. I’m kinda scared.” Alex admitted, feeling like there were stares burrowing into the back of his neck. “My home isn’t far though, I need to get there.” He pointed over his shoulder and started walking.

“I’ll get you there.” The big guy said, surging forward to walk beside him, giving him an easy smile. Alex gave him a sidelong look, trying to judge him. He didn’t seem to have ill intentions… and maybe a big strong guy walking beside him would discourage any Alphas that happened to run into him in the four minutes it would take him to get back to his condo… And the company was nice, better than hyperventilating and panicking on his own.

“Sure, it’s not far.” He said, walking close beside him. “Uh, I’m Alex, by the way.”

“Marcus.” The larger guy said simply, sniffling a bit and looking around.

“You alright?” Alex asked this time. “Got a cold or something?”

Marcus shrugged. “Maybe.” He said simply, sniffling again.

Alex shrugged as a shiver went up his spine, turning the corner into his neighborhood. “It’s right over here.” He said, seeing his house and picking up the pace, Marcus’ long strides keeping up with him effortlessly. He felt… reassured walking along with someone else, after having been alone for a long time and dreading this day, a little friendly company for a minute was doing him a world of good. Finally he reached his little home’s door, turning around to look at his momentary companion.

“Well, thank you for walking me home, I really appreciate it. Uh, maybe sometime we could… Marcus?” He asked, seeing the strange look in his eye.

Marcus was looking him over, his blue eyes focused and intense, and he leaned in ever so slightly before sniffling again. No, not sniffling, sniffing, sniffing at his scent. Oh shit… “Alpha.” Alex breathed, taking a step back until his back pressed against the siding of his house. Marcus didn’t deny it, stepping after him and leaning in to take another deep sniffing breath, a low rumbling noise starting in his chest. Alex opened his mouth to say… something, to beg, to plead, to try to distract him, but Marcus acted first, suddenly going ramrod straight and whirling around, taking an aggressive stance. Alex leaned around him to look and felt his heart go cold, there were three other men there, three more Alphas drawn to his scent, things were about to get bloody.

They were all staring at either him or Marcus, who drew himself up to his full height and balled his fists. “Go away.” He growled, his voice a rumbling, husky sound now, filled with unrestrained emotions. The other Alphas started to pace back and forth, looking past Marcus to where Alex cowered against the wall.

“You don’t want that, do you?” One of them said contemptuously, flicking his head at Marcus, who straight up growled in response. Alex just tried to make himself seem as small as he felt right now. All of these guys looked older than Marcus, all of them obviously wanted… him. They grinned, showed their teeth, growled and paced as they sized each other up.
The oldest of them chuckled, a deep bass sound. “I’d be better for you than that scrawny pup.” He said with a sneer, before drawing himself up to his full height and tensing, making his muscles ripple.

Why were they doing this? Talking, taunting, more than one Alpha around an Omega in heat meant an instant bloodbath right? “No.” Alex squeaked in a small, terrified voice. Marcus looked over his shoulder at him, sharing a strange look out of one eye. In that moment one of them charged, head low and growling but Marcus reacted in a flash.

He sidestepped and kicked into the rushing man’s side, making him gasp and grunt and stagger to the side. Marcus was up on him in a moment as the man rallied, trading blows and kicks. It seemed like Marcus had some kind of martial arts training from the way he was fighting, much more skill and precision than his opponent who just seemed to flail about. Marcus danced outside the other’s reach, striking back with quick snapping punches and kicks. Meanwhile the other two… just stood there, why? Wasn’t this supposed to be some huge brawl to see who got to carry him off? Alphas did not share, ever, so why weren’t those two fighting?

He turned and looked at how Marcus and his opponent were fighting, examining a little more closely. It didn’t seem as brutal as what he was expecting, no biting or clawing at eyes, no groin kicks or stamping on feet. Just a lot of punching, kicking and snarling at each other. It took him a moment before he realized, they weren’t brawling, they were sparring! Taking it in turns to spar with the one who’d laid the first claim, competing tournament style with him as the prize! Finally Marcus’ opponent seemed to have had enough, repeated blows to the torso and not doing much to his opponent seemed to put him off to the idea of further beatings and he dropped his head low, slinking back defeated.

The remaining two looked at each other for a moment before the older one cuffed his younger on the ear, sending him forward with an angry snarl. As Marcus and the newcomer started to spar, Alex realized what was happening. The elder was letting the others tire Marcus out before he’d move in for an easy win. Alex didn’t like the idea of being forcibly mated by anybody, but he liked the look of that elder Alpha even less, conniving and bragging, ogling him like a side of beef. Maybe while they were fighting he could just… he slunk over to the door and slowly pulled out his key, turning it in the lock, biting his lip in tension. Just turn a bit more and ‘clunk’, the lock opened with an ominously loud noise. There was dead silence outside the house as the three remaining Alphas all stared at him, the fighting stopping in a heartbeat.

“Hehe, hehehe, hey guys.” Alex said, slowly raising his hands in surrender. They all started growling at him. “I’m not going anywhere, hehehe, I swear!” He said, the most nervous, terrified smile of his life crawling over his face as he laughed off his nerves in terrified little chuckles. Slowly, the two combatants turned back to each other and resumed their brawl, the older one getting down on his haunches and staring at Alex, who looked back apprehensively, shuddering as he opened his mouth to obscenely lick the air.
His attention was pulled back to Marcus as he finished his second opponent with a dramatic flip, grabbing his wrist and sending him literally head over heels with an impressive flourish and a triumphant snarl, but he was tired and panting while the oldest was still fresh. Grinning at his planned victory, the oldest Alpha got up and readied himself while Marcus brought his fists up again, shoulders heaving a little as he panted.

“No.” Alex said sadly, knowing he couldn’t win against the bigger man who’d tired him out first. He didn’t like what was happening here, didn’t want to do this, but if he had to do it with one of them he’d rather Marcus, who’d seemed kind and concerned for his safety rather than this even older man who looked him over with obvious lechery.

The big Alpha drew himself up and raised a hand, Alex acting before he really had time to think his incredibly stupid idea though. “No!” He shouted, jumping forward. He blinked, the scene seemed frozen in still life, the big Alpha’s fist raised and Marcus behind him in a fighting stance. Only the quick breathing of the two fighters showed this wasn’t some kind of terror-induced visual lockup. The big Alpha growled and raised his fist a little higher, but Alex didn’t move. The way he figured, this would end badly if this Alpha won in any case, what more did he really have to lose at this point? “No.” He said, surprised at how calm he was.
The big one growled at him. “You chose that?” He snapped.

Alex held his gaze steady, looking the Alpha right in the eye. “Go away.” He said calmly. The big Alpha held his gaze for a long moment before he looked away with a snarl of disgust, slinking off with the others, defeated. Alex couldn’t believe it, he’d just stared down an Alpha! How was that even possible, they were supposed to be totally unreasonable! He yelped as a pair of strong hands gripped him by the shoulders and spun him around. Marcus was grinning from ear to ear, seeming genuinely, honestly delighted. Oh yeah… winner gets the prize…

“Inside.” Marcus said after a moment of just staring at him, walking him over to the door and letting him go in first. He entered his home, entertaining for a moment the idea of slamming the door and locking it, but too late, Marcus was already inside, closing and locking the door with a resounding clunk.

Alex stood there awkwardly as Marcus made sure that the door was locked tight as a drum before the Alpha turned around to look at him, reaching up. He’d expected his hands to grab him harshly and drag him off somewhere, but the grip was far different. Marcus’ hands cupped the sides of his belly, below the ribs, and were surprisingly gentle. Firm yes, but not the death grip he was expecting. The Alpha stood tall over him, looking down before he leaned in, Alex thought he was going to kiss him for a moment before the Alpha buried his face in Alex’s neck, taking a deep breath.

“You smell good.” He said, his voice having dropped to a rumbling purr, deeper than the voice he’d used before.

Alex gasped at the sudden intimacy, Marcus’ hands starting to move in gentle, languid motions as they caressed him through his shirt and sweater. It was strange to be complimented on something like that, a little creepy, but also strangely flattering. The young man had seemed so incredibly pleased when Alex had told the other Alpha to shove off, and now was taking the time to be gentle and compliment him, even if it wasn’t for something he had much control over. He supposed that his heat scent smelled great to any Alpha, still, it was nice to hear. “Thank you.” He said after a moment, Marcus still breathing deep and holding his sides.

The Alpha pulled back, sharing a long gaze with him as he continued to hold, hands slowly stroking up and down. The rumbling voice, the casual intimate contact, those blue eyes staring into his, he was embarrassed to admit but his body was responding, a flush of heat going up his cheeks and his hole tingling, feeling a sudden spurt of slick fluid in it. Marcus sniffed and smirked, but it seemed playful rather than taunting. Alex was about to say something when the Alpha spoke first. “I have some things to do.” He said simply, letting him go and walking away.

Alex was shocked for a moment, just standing there as the man who’d just been gazing at him with such hot intensity seemed to flick the moment off like a light switch and march away. Regaining his composure, he was curious as to what exactly would make the Alpha turn away from an Omega obviously in heat, following a little ways behind him as he marched through the small house. Marcus was locking every window and pulling all the blinds shut, making sure the doors were locked and then going further, dragging furniture over to barricade them despite Alex’s halfhearted protests. The Alpha marched over to the phone and unplugged it, doing the same with every electronic and communications device he could find before moving to the kitchen and rifling through every drawer and cabinet, leaving most hanging open. Checking the food supply probably, though with the stuff he’d just bought they had enough for a few days, which was probably all he cared about.

While Marcus was busy tearing up the place, Alex slunk off to a quiet corner and pulled out his smartphone, quickly flicking through his contacts and selecting his friend Jake. The Beta male was coming over tomorrow to help him through his heat, not knowing that an Alpha had shown up to do the same thing in his own way. “Come on, pick up, pick up.” He muttered as the phone rang, tapping his foot in agitation. He heard the little ‘ping’ of his call being answered and started to speak only to yelp as the phone was snatched away from his head.

“No phone.” Marcus said simply, turning it off with an angry jab of his thumb, reaching over to snatch the house keys as well.

“Oh come on!” Alex said in exasperation, waving his arms. He shrunk down quickly as Marcus looked back at him, growling a little.

“Sorry.” He said quietly. The growling stopped, Marcus putting the phone and keys in his pocket and walking over. Alex looked down at the floor, trying to seem meek and non-threatening. He couldn’t stop what was coming, this was going to happen no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t overpower the determined Alpha, he supposed all he could do was try to go along with things and come out the other end with as little injury as possible. Alex gasped as Marcus’ finger went under his chin, lifting his gaze so the Alpha could stare into his eyes again with that strange intensity.

“Bedroom. Go there.” He said simply. His tone was odd, not what Alex expected really. It was low, husky, had a growl to it, but there wasn’t any anger or harshness to it. He didn’t bark order or snarl threateningly, he simply stated what he wanted to happen with the assumption that he would be obeyed.

“Sure.” Alex nodded, pulling back slowly before he walked upstairs to his room. He could hear Marcus downstairs, continuing to fortify and search the house as Alex sat on the edge of the bed. His room was pretty normal for a nerdy Omega, he thought. Computer humming on the desk, posters for movies on the walls and various plastic models on shelves along with books and movie cases. He considered doing some last minute research online to try and make things go over smoother, but if Marcus didn’t want him on his phone, he might react badly to him being online and he didn’t want to antagonize him. So he just sat and waited as he listened to the sounds of a hormonal Alpha rampaging through his house, moving furniture and cutting off every access to the outside world. Just sitting and waiting was killing him, his heart pounding and body squirming, but whether it was apprehension or impatience he couldn’t quite say. For a brief moment when he was being held and complimented he felt… not at ease but strangely good, now he was back in uncharted waters again and totally out of control.

He heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to his room and suddenly panicked. Should he just be sitting here like this? Or should he be sprawled out on the bed in some provocative pose, would the Alpha want him to have taken his clothes off already or would that upset him since it wasn’t done with his permission. Alex was paralyzed with indecision and worry as the door opened and Marcus walked into the room. He didn’t seem in any way upset as he walked over.

“The house is secure and we have enough food.” He said simply, sitting down. “Nobody is going to get in and the others have all gone. We’re safe here.” He said warmly.

Well this hadn’t been what he’d expected at all. “Oh. Um, thank you.” He said, finding it strangely touching that Marcus had been so concerned with his safety. And he was reassured to know that nobody was going to break their door down and come after him. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

Marcus shrugged. “You’re my Omega.” He said as if that explained every possible question.

More questions and doubts ran through his head. He hadn’t emphasized ‘my’ at all, so it didn’t seem to be implying sole ownership, but his overall tone was possessive. Alphas were territorial so he knew that securing the home that he now considered his territory made sense, but what was his place in that territory exactly. How did the Alpha see him? He had always assumed it would be as a thing to be fought over and then claimed for his own enjoyment, somewhere between a trophy and a toy, that was the common understanding. But almost everything that had happened so far hadn’t been what he’d been expecting, so why should this be?

The Alpha leaned in, sniffing deeply and making that pleased, rumbling purr again. Alex blushed, that noise doing things to him he wasn’t used to as he felt his shaft twitch and an accompanying spurt of wetness in his rear passage. “I smell good to you?” He asked with a nervous little laugh, parroting the Alpha’s statement from earlier.

Marcus nodded. “Very.” He rumbled, looking up with hungry eyes. “You smell ready, you call to me. Let’s begin.”

Well at least he hadn’t been blunt about it! Alex immediately began panicking again, scooting across the bed away from Marcus a bit, his heart hammering as he stammered nonsense. Marcus’ eyes flashed with annoyance for a moment before he followed, sniffing again.
“You’re afraid.” He stated simply.

Well no shit! Alex wanted to shout. It’s not like being cornered in bed by a stranger driven to screw your brains out was stressful or anything! “I.. I don’t, I mean I haven’t…” He stammered.

Marcus regarded him coolly, emotions he couldn’t quite get a read on flicking across his face. “I’m your first.” He said bluntly.
Finally hearing it, Alex calmed down a little bit. Somehow the Alpha’s incredibly blunt delivery and continued calm was helping cut through his panic. “Well, not –first- first, I mean I’ve been with others before.” He said quickly, not wanting to seem like a stereotypical blushing virgin.

“Betas, Omegas.” Marcus summarized. “Never an Alpha, never in heat.”

Shit, was it really that obvious? Of course it was, he was yelping and panicking and threatening to vibrate right through the sheets. “No, never an Alpha.” He confirmed, willing his heart rate to slow. “I just went through the one heat when I was younger, the first one, and then I always used the medicine to suppress it, I never sought out an, oh…” He trailed off as Marcus cupped the back of his head in his hand, suddenly very, very close to him.

There was a definite hint of amusement in his expression, one corner of his mouth quirking into that little playful smirk again. He might as well have said ‘you talk too much’ before he leaned in and kissed Alex right on the lips. He certainly wasn’t holding back at all, tongue pressed insistently to Alex’s lips as if demanding entry. He only resisted for a moment before letting it in, engaging in a brief and equally doomed struggle as the Alpha wrestled his tongue to establish dominance before exploring his mouth. One thing for sure, the man was a good kisser, and honestly compared to every other option he’d considered when waking up this morning ‘being passionately frenched’ was one of the better ones.

He jumped a bit as a strong, broad hand slipped under his shirt to explore his chest, but his momentary resistance seemed to make the Alpha kiss harder to make him forget about it, and soon Alex was groaning into the Alpha’s mouth as his shirt was slowly pulled up. The kiss broke and a moment later he felt the rustle of cloth over his face before Marcus tossed the shirt and hoodie away carelessly. Suddenly he was half naked in bed with a randy Alpha, though between the boner straining his jeans and how wet he felt in back, it seemed that on some level he was liking this. It certainly felt good he had to admit that beyond any doubt, there was no way to lie to himself that he enjoyed that, but he hadn’t chosen this, wouldn’t have asked for it if offered. He glanced up to Marcus, who was examining his bared chest.

“Do you… like this?” Alex asked, gesturing lamely. Marcus nodded slowly, his gaze tracking over his exposed skin with an intensity Alex wasn’t used to. He always considered himself a bit plain to be honest, decently toned from a good diet and moderate exercise but not overly muscular. He was proud of his creamy, soft skin that he actually took care of, a combination of Omega genetics and proper skin care when he bathed. But he never considered himself to be anything really special compared to the partners he’d been with before. The way Marcus was staring at him hungrily now made him feel special though, nobody had ever looked at him with such blatant longing.

He gasped again as Marcus reached up and, without preamble, popped the button on his jeans. He started to squirm again but a warm, strong hand slid up his side, caressing him. “Shh.” Marcus said in a low, sultry voice. “I want to see you.” Alex could hear the longing in his voice, a need that would have been intensely flattering in another situation. He nodded, biting his lower lip a bit. Of course the Alpha would go ahead anyway regardless of what he said, but maybe he’d feel better if he gave consent anyway, let himself preserve at least the illusion of free will in a situation totally beyond his control.

Marcus seemed in no particular hurry, one hand still caressing Alex’s belly and chest as the other undid his pants and dragged them slowly down. His shaft flopped free as his jeans and underwear were dragged down his legs and off past his feet, five inch erection on display now. He wasn’t the biggest man of course, but he never felt inadequate, he’d always had plenty of fun with what he had. Competing and bragging over what you got out of the genetic lottery thanks to blind luck had always seemed incredibly stupid to him, but right now he couldn’t help but feel small in every way next to the Alpha who hovered over him.

Marcus certainly didn’t seem too interested in how hung he was, eyes gliding over his crotch without comment, making him feel a little upset to be honest. He’d never just been flat out ignored before, then again it wasn’t like the Alpha probably cared much about what he was packing in front. Alex gasped again as Marcus’ hands started running up his legs, firm but not too aggressive as he rubbed up to his hips, looking up to his face with that same hungry look in his eyes. “You’re beautiful.” The Alpha rumbled.

Well damn if that didn’t get him blushing like mad. Damnit Alex, you’re not some kiss-less virgin being asked to Prom! “Um, thank you.” He breathed, panting a bit as the Alpha’s strong hands traveled over his belly and chest. He was being groped, no doubt about that, but it was different than all the other times someone had touched him. It was intimate, but not really sexual, with Marcus seeming to pay as much attention to the muscles in his arm and chest as much as he did anything else. He gasped as a hand stroked down his back, charting the curve of his spine and then over his soft rear without preamble, but the hand didn’t linger or grope there, just kept on going. There was a care, an intensity in the way he was touched, with each and every part of him being given equal consideration, it was as if the Alpha was trying to memorize his entire body by touch alone, carefully charting the curves and lines of every last muscle and bone with his warm, powerful hands.

“You’re, handsome too.” He said lamely, looking over the strongly muscled torso. Far from being a bodybuilder or the stereotypical paragon of Alpha manliness, but still very nicely built with strong muscles and a handsome face.

Marcus looked up at him and grinned, more of a genuinely happy smile than the playful smirk. He reached down, tugging on the buckle of his belt. “Do you want to see more?”

Alex considered the question. This was all moving very fast from his point of view, but he knew the Alpha would get naked anyway sooner or later, probably sooner. The man had asked him, but was it a question, or a test to see if he’d go along with the implicit suggestion? In the end he decided to play nice. “Yes, I would like to.” He stammered.

Marcus grinned that smirk again, sitting back on the bed and gesturing to his jeans. Oh, he’d have to do this himself. What game was this, Alex wondered as he crawled over, reaching out a careful hand. To see how far he’d go? Or if he’d obey instructions without questions? Or was the Alpha genuinely trying to let him do something rather than just lay there and have things happen to him? Alex glanced up at him, and Marcus nodded reassuringly, making him feel a little better as he reached out with both hands to undo the belt buckle and then unfasten his jeans. He bit his lower lip, curious despite himself as he pulled them down, seeing the bulge straining the denim before the Alpha’s shaft popped free after what seemed a brief eternity.

Alex stared in something approaching terrified awe at the Alpha’s shaft before him. Oh he’d seen diagrams in textbooks of course, knew on some level what to expect, but he’d never seen the real thing. The first thing he noticed was the sheer size of it, it seemed almost twice as big as his own, probably about right. Alphas were large by nature, the average low end was around eight or so inches from what he heard, this looked somewhere between nine and ten. Structurally not different from his own apart from the size, until you reached the base.

“Touch it, if you want.” The Alpha rumbled, and again he wondered what, if any, game there was to be played here. Genuine question, or implicit suggestion? In either case he was curious.

Alex reached out to gently touch the shaft with the tip of his finger, tracing down the warm flesh to the base where he saw the two fat ovals of the Alpha’s knot. Bulging out the sides of the shaft, those two oblong lumps would inflate to several times their normal size when the young man climaxed, expanding to become a plug that would tie their bodies together, sealing the Alpha’s seed in his mate’s body to increase the chance of fertilization. Speaking of which, he looked down to the hanging balls, again significantly bigger than his own and making him cross his legs slightly at the sight of them. His own balls were quite sterile, sensitive and fun to play with, useful for hormone balancing, but reproductively useless. These on the other hand were big, heavy, fertile things.
The dawning understanding shocked him more than the simple size of what he was looking at, of what this package represented. His own male privates were, biologically speaking, wastes of space. Totally useless and redundant bits of meat hanging off his body that were no longer necessary for either his health or the survival of the species, he could have lost the whole set and not really been any different. He was of course glad he still had them, they were fun, but at the end of the day they were just toys to be fooled around with. This was a real, Grade A breeding tool designed to knock up Omegas like him. And probably very soon it was going to be inside him doing exactly that.

“How… will that fit?” He asked fearfully.

The Alpha made a low, huffing laugh. “It’ll fit, Omegas are stretchy.” He commented before leaning over. Alex yelped as he felt a finger slip between his cheeks and pop into his wet hole.

“Hey!” He protested, trying to move but Marcus’ other hand grabbed him and held him still in a firm grip.

“How does that feel?” The man asked, wiggling his finger a bit.

“Um… fine?” He said, surprised actually. Yeah Omegas were a little loose back there usually, but they generally needed at least some preparation, Marcus had just stuck his finger in, and it didn’t hurt at all.

“Just… fine?” Marcus asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Not good?”

Alex shook his head, despite the awkward position with his face still near the bigger guy’s crotch. “No not really… it doesn’t hurt!” He assured him quickly, worried he’d upset him by not being ready.

There was a little growl of impatience as the finger was removed just as quickly. “You’re not ready yet.” Marcus said simply, tapping him to let him get up.

Alex rose up quickly, scooting back on the bed as Marcus just sat there. No lewd comments, no obvious eagerness to get on with things, no hardcore groping. The Alpha had just checked his hole with all the ceremony of someone checking tire pressure and now he just sat there! He honestly couldn’t tell if it was infuriating or arousing, how utterly casual the man was being about this.

“How long until, until you think I am?” He asked, trying to sound relaxed and uncaring, as if discussing when a rainstorm might show up rather than the rough timetable to when this almost complete stranger would want to hump his brains out.

Marcus shrugged. “Soon enough. I’ll help.” He said, and crawled over with that damnable smirk again.

“Help!” Alex yelped as a firm hand pushed on his chest, pressing him down onto the bed. He struggled to get up onto his elbows to see what was going on, catching a flash of blue eyes before Marcus’ mouth closed around his shaft and began to suckle. All the fight just seemed to melt out of him as he groaned, letting Marcus push his legs apart and continue his attentions. And fuck was he doing it right, lips sliding up and down the shaft, hot tongue licking across the bottom, bobbing and rolling his head, never even a hint of teeth. That was the kind of skill that came with practice, and care. The idea of an Alpha sucking dick was just… so incongruous, like a dog walking on its hind legs, but there it was. And damn if it didn’t feel really, really good.

Alex flopped back onto the covers and moaned, boneless and limp under the Alpha’s attentions, gasping and arching his back as the finger went back to his rear, tracing a circle around his hole once before slipping in, thrusting languidly in and out as Marcus bobbed his head, seeming to be in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. Alex, for his part, was totally happy to lay here for as long as he could, gasping and groaning as another finger joined the first in his backdoor, both slipping in and out and twisting wonderfully as the Alpha kept him groaning with that tongue. As he continued, the fingers kept feeling better and better until he was enjoying both parts of this equally, each stroke of those fingers sending electric shivers up his spine as Marcus bobbed his head and sucked expertly.

“I’m going to, gonna cum soon.” He groaned, hoping he was supposed to. Marcus reached up, grabbing his hand and squeezing gently, permission if he’d ever seen it. Alex moaned and arched his back as he came, shaft twitching as he pumped out sterile cum into the Alpha’s mouth, Marcus swallowing it without complaint. Simultaneously his hole clenched and rippled, internal walls pulling on the fingers that had invaded him, his whole body trembling before he fell panting to the covers again, gasping for breath.

“Fuck… that was really good.” He breathed out, grinning despite the situation as the Alpha pulled up off his shaft, licking his lips with a playful grin. Having such a seamless double orgasm was rare, and it was a testament to the Alpha’s skill that he could do that. Male Omegas had two sets of sex organs after all, the redundant male parts and the functional Omega ones inside. Their rear holes were like a female’s pussy in a lot of ways, self-cleaning, self-lubricating, with muscles that could pull as well as push, and experience its own climax like a woman could. But when both were stimulated at the same time to at least some degree then one climax could set off another, but there was usually a few second’s delay between them. It took some skill to make them both happen at almost the exact same time, but Marcus made it look easy. He briefly wondered how many Omegas he’d done the same too, to get the practice to become that good, and realized that it said a lot about him that he would give his partner pleasure with enough regularity to become skilled at it.

Marcus sat up, and pulled his fingers out of Alex with a little flicking motion. The touch was electric, making him gasp a bit. With the fingers gone, he felt suddenly empty, unbearably so and it must have showed on his face because the Alpha smirked again. He brought his fingers up, glistening and slick with Alex’s fluid as he felt his rear becoming wetter by the second as the Alpha sniffed his fingers. It must have been good for him because Marcus shuddered and groaned as he smelled his slick, before tasting it and sucking on one of his fingers with evident enjoyment. The noises he made did wonderfully terrible things to Alex’s insides.
“You’re ready.” Marcus said, lowering his hand to spread the remaining juices over his shaft, lubing up. “It’s time.”

Oh, well, when he put it like that. Fuck.